#its certainly bigger than seeker

[seekerquest]

Another different anon here, I do think about the comic from time to time! It's among my favorite webcomics and I used to read a -lot- of them. Seeing that Seeker was updated with an epilogue made my week and I love the comic even more after it. (I'm also enjoying the sequel set in the same universe but it has big shoes to fill. The main trio are adorable though.)

So many wonderful things to be told today... thank you for this.

Can I just say, I never intended to have an epilogue for Seeker - the first or the second. I was content to leave it at the end reveal and let people freak out. But seeing how much love was given to the characters and the story, and how much I came to adore them, I increasingly felt compelled to give some form of closure. I'm super glad I did, too. It was like giving someone a present they really love and getting to watch their delighted reaction when they open it up. Extremely rewarding.

[shadowtriovibes]

pt. i: break a sweat

pt. ii: blood, sweat and tears || pt. iii: sweat it out || pt. iv: never let 'em see you sweat

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 5.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex, dubious safe sex methods, even more dubious interpretations of how the room of requirement works

Summary: sebastian makes the house quidditch team after training all summer. before his first match, you let him talk you into a bet over its outcome that will in all likelihood ruin your friendship. (merlin, you sure hope it does.)

"Speaking of which," you say, leaning out of the hug just enough to see Sebastian’s face. "What prize will you not be winning?" Sebastian lets his hands drop down to your hips as he murmurs, "I have something in mind." You force yourself not to get distracted. "Do tell." "If I win, I’d like to take you to the Room of Requirement after the game," he says, and the way he grips your sides through your skirt ensures you have no way of misunderstanding what he’s suggesting.

Seeing Sebastian for the first time since the end of your sixth year at Hogwarts is quite the shock.

You knew from his detailed letters that your dearest friend had spent the better part of his summer break training for Quidditch tryouts in the fall, frequently flying down to the Poidsear Coast to log hours and hours at their pitch.

Sometimes he would even bring Anne along with him when she was feeling well enough to ride on the back of his broom. He’d convince her to release a secondhand Snitch for him to track down, and while he hunted it down, she worked on the assignments your professors had set to help her prepare for her return to Hogwarts in the fall.

He’d even written to tell you that he’d never felt more confident on a broom, and that if he only got to have one last season on your house team before leaving school, he was determined to make the absolute most of it.

You knew all of this, and yet when you first see him in the Great Hall for the start-of-term feast, you nearly swoon like a Muggle schoolgirl at the sight of him.

The first thing you notice is that he’s taller. Even seated next to Anne at the Slytherin table, you can see his entire head whereas you can barely make out the top of his sister’s. Sebastian had never seemed that much bigger than his twin before, but things have clearly changed.

Then, you notice that his complexion has changed as well. He’s tan from spending all summer training in the sun, his button-down shirt suddenly looking so crisply white against his sun-kissed face.

His freckles, too – there are so many more.

But that could also just be because there’s simply more Sebastian now. His shoulders are broader, his chest wider, and even his hair has grown long enough to brush upwards into a less haphazard style (though certainly not as severe as Ominis’).

It’s as if your boyish Sebastian from the previous school year had quite suddenly become a grown man in just three short months, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of him.

It takes you a few minutes to adjust as you slide into a seat across from him next to Ominis, and based on the look on Anne’s face, she at least knows what’s got you so flustered.

During a lull in conversation about Anne’s return, you tell Sebastian, “You’re looking fit.”

You hope you can casually get it out of the way, and that no one will dwell on it.

“Am I?” he asks with an easy smile.

“I mean physically,” you insist, remaining one step ahead of him. “I nearly mistook you for one of the Beaters for the Magpies.”

“Sebastian could never be a Beater,” Anne interjects. “He’s too much of a show-off to be anything but the Seeker.”

“I’ll be whatever the team needs me to be,” he insists. “I practiced for all four positions this summer, so wherever they want to slot me in is fine.”

“Silly Sebastian,” Violet McDowell calls out from a few seats down, a wicked grin on her face. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that there are many more positions than just four?”

Your entire end of the table bursts into laughter while Sebastian simply flashes a wicked grin, and you think about using your ancient magic to hurl one of the stacked platters of food in front of you at Violet’s head. (Or maybe you should simply toss her out into the courtyard.)

“Is this how it’s going to be this year?” Anne sighs. “When I left, Sebastian was just an awkward boy with his nose always buried in a book, and now the girls are lusting after him.”

“I’m not thrilled about it either,” Ominis agrees. “He had a big enough head before he was attractive.”

“I think it’s excellent,” Sebastian laughs. “It’s about time everyone realized that I’m the perfect man, and all it took was a little bit of Quidditch practice and one last growth spurt.”

“‘All it took,’” Anne mumbles at the same time Ominis exclaims, “‘Perfect man?!’”

While both his sister and best friend take turns putting dents in Sebastian’s inflated ego, he takes it in stride and sneakily winks at you from across the table when he catches you silently observing, your gaze firmly settled on the sharp line of his jaw.

Sebastian makes a mental note of the fact that you immediately go red. Even if no one else notices, he certainly does.

—

Two weeks later, you and Anne link arms with Ominis to walk down with him to the Quidditch pitch to watch the Slytherin team tryouts.

“Now that I’ve got a brilliant witch on each arm, I suppose I won’t be needing my wand as often to get around,” he teases.

“Please, I know a thing or two about that wand of yours,” Anne replies. “Last year I spent a full month reading books on wandcraft that Sebastian brought me from the library. If I had to guess, I think you can probably ‘see’ more clearly than either of us can. It’s powerful.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Ominis demurs. “I’m just naturally perceptive.”

Once you arrive at the pitch, the three of you take seats along the practice bleachers with a few of your housemates, who chat excitedly when the Slytherin hopefuls begin to take the field.

You spot Sebastian quickly, even among nearly two dozen others in green practice uniforms circling for warmups on their brooms. Compared to how big he’d looked at the start of term in just his school robes, he’s huge now – equipped with pads across his shoulders, forearms and shins that accentuate his muscular form.

He’d declined a helmet, of course, because despite his newfound bulk he’s still the same exasperatingly headstrong boy you’ve nurtured a crush on for nearly your entire school career.

“Between us, what do you think his chances are of making the team?” you ask Anne.

“Truthfully?” she smirks. “I think he’ll have his pick of positions, unless Imelda wants to humble him on purpose.”

“Which one would be humbling?” you ask, amused.

“Probably Chaser,” she muses. “He’d be an excellent Chaser, of course, but it’s his least favorite.”

“I’ll bet he becomes a Beater,” Ominis offers. “Without the Dark Arts, I’d like him to have some sort of outlet for his intensity.”

“Fine, then I’ll say… Keeper,” you say, smiling to yourself at your private joke that only Sebastian would appreciate. “Because that way he’ll get to stay in one place the whole game and know that everyone’s eyes are on him.”

—

Shortly after tryouts wrap up, Imelda sequesters herself in the girls’ dorm to put together her official roster and the majority of Slytherin’s upperclassmen start passing around Butterbeers while they settle in to await her decision.

Sebastian is inarguably the center of attention, casually leaning against a table in the corner with Anne at his side. A flock of fifth-year girls crowds around him to listen intently as he talks about the impressive diving save he’d made, capturing the Snitch just feet from the ground.

“He’s going to be insufferable now,” Ominis groans while the two of you watch from across the room. “There’s barely enough room for his ego in this friendship as it is.”

“Come now, we can keep him in check,” you laugh. “Especially with Anne here.”

“It’s really good to have her back,” Ominis agrees softly, smiling to himself when he hears Anne’s voice through the noise, telling Sebastian’s fan club how he’d attempted a similar save over the summer and ended up crashing into a derelict poacher camp.

Huh.

However, before you can spend too much more time thinking about Ominis and Anne, you hear the noise in the room spike as Imelda saunters down the stairs, a rolled-up piece of parchment in her hand.

“Who’s ready to meet this year’s Slytherin Quidditch team?” she calls out, and the entire room bursts into excited cheers.

She starts to read off from her list, allowing brief pauses for applause after each name. You and Ominis snake through the common room to stand by Sebastian. He seems to be perfectly calm, but by now you can recognize some telltale tension lingering in his jaw.

Anne holds one of his hands to reassure him, swaying a bit nervously herself.

While Imelda works her way down the list, the four of you learn that hasn’t been named Slytherin’s Keeper. He’s not a Beater either, nor is he ultimately a Chaser.

“Lastly, your newest Seeker,” Imelda teases as she reaches the end of the list. “...It’s obviously Sallow!”

Sebastian beams brilliantly while Anne pulls him into a tight hug, and Ominis smiles and murmurs his congratulations to his friend, assuring him he always knew he’d make the team.

There are several other girls quick to offer their congratulations as well, but you wait for the crowd around him to thin out and for Anne to escort Ominis to get more Butterbeers before you sidle up next to Sebastian and nudge your shoulder against his.

“Excellent work, Bash,” you murmur. “You put on quite a show at tryouts.”

“Only because you were watching,” he flirts back, and you roll your eyes fondly.

Since the start of term, he’s been relentless with his play-flirting. You resist it as much as you can, but it always makes your heart race when he calls you “love,” or offers to carry your books for you, or even charms little notes poking fun at your classmates into tiny birds that gracefully land on your desk during classes.

(You don’t have the heart to ask him to knock it off, because even though you know he doesn’t mean it, it still feels nice to be the center of his attention.)

“Then I’ll have to come to see you start in next week’s match,” you offer. “Especially if you only play that well when I’m watching.”

“You can be my good luck charm,” he jokes. “Felix Felicis is prohibited, but you’re not.”

“That was awful,” you laugh, but Sebastian just grins.

“Tell you what,” he says after a moment. “We should make a bet on it.”

“A bet?” you ask. “On what, that you’ll win?”

He shakes his head. “Too easy, we’re playing Ravenclaw, we’ll obviously win. I mean something more challenging.”

“You’re clearly confident,” you tell him. “What are your terms?”

He considers his offer for a moment and then says, “I’ll bet that I can catch the Snitch in under thirty minutes. I’ll even let you be the official timekeeper, since I’ll be a bit preoccupied.”

“Under thirty?” you ask skeptically. “That’s nearly professional, Sebastian. Ominis told me most games last at least an hour.”

“I’ve been practicing all summer,” he insists. “Anne would release a Snitch and I’d even give it a five-minute head start, but I never let one get further away from me than the far side of Marunweem Lake.”

“Careful, Sebastian, you sound quite cocky,” you murmur, and you think you see Sebastian’s gaze dip down to your mouth for a split second.

“I am,” he agrees. “In fact, I’ll even let you pick your prize first, for if you win.”

“Alright,” you laugh. “When I win, I want… for you to write my History of Magic assignments for the next month.

“That’s it?” he scoffs. “You could have anything and you want me to write your essays?”

“I didn’t start studying magic with the rest of you lot, and I don’t know a lot of the foundational things that Binns wants us to reference,” you remind him. “You know your history much better than I do, and I need to bump my ‘Acceptable’ up to ‘Exceeds Expectations’ by the time N.E.W.T.s roll around.”

“Love, I would’ve done them for you anyway,” Sebastian says dismissively, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning at the nickname. “Pick something fun.”

“Fine,” you reply. “I want…”

You consider your options for a moment, trying to think of something that isn’t either obscene or pathetic. Finally, you have an idea.

“There is one thing I’ve been thinking about,” you tell him, a secret smile on your lips.

Sebastian perks up, leaning in closer. “Go on then.”

“I want you to help me set up Anne and Ominis,” you say carefully, watching him for any signs that he’s about to blow up.

He just blinks at you, bewildered. “What.”

“I think they would be a lovely couple,” you croon. “And I know she’s your sister and you’re, y’know...”

“I’m what?” he demands.

“You’re very protective of her,” you say tactfully. “But we’re all adults now, and I think they really understand each other. I want you to help me convince them that they should give it a chance.”

Sebastian is quiet for several long moments.

“Well,” he finally murmurs. “I would prefer it if Anne never dated anyone so I wouldn’t have any more reasons to worry about her, but I suppose if she must, Ominis is a good man.”

You shout excitedly and wrap your arms around his impossibly broad shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. He easily allows it, fondly pressing his nose to your hair.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter though, since you won’t win and I’ll never have to aid you in your scheming,” he murmurs against your temple.

“Speaking of which,” you say, leaning out of the hug just enough to see Sebastian’s face. “What prize will you not be winning?”

Sebastian lets his hands drop down to your hips as he murmurs, “I have something in mind.”

You force yourself not to get distracted. “Do tell.”

“If I win, I’d like to take you to the Room of Requirement after the game,” he says, and the way he grips your sides through your skirt ensures you have no way of misunderstanding what he’s suggesting.

“O-oh?” you ask softly, squirming a little in his grasp. “Just me?”

“Just you,” he confirms.

His eyes are dark, and despite the cacophony of the room around you both, he’s focused solely on you.

“And what would we be doing in the Room of Requirement?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t even dignify your question with a response. Instead, he deliberately drags his thumbs across your hips, raking his gaze down your body and back up with a pointed look.

“You mean it?” you ask him quietly. “You aren’t just teasing like earlier?”

“When was I teasing?” Sebastian asks, amused.

“This whole time,” you insist, fidgeting nervously with the laces at the front of his Quidditch shirt. “All the flirting, all this back-and-forth… You’re just winding me up.”

“I’m not,” he says quietly. “I thought about you all summer, love. I missed you like mad, and I sincerely want you.”

Merlin.

Some bold part of you steps a little closer so you can lean in close to his ear and ask, “Are you sure we shouldn’t just go to the Room of Requirement right now?”

You hear Sebastian swallow and exhale sharply.

“N-not now,” he answers. “After the match. I just…”

He doesn’t really have the words to articulate it, but he wants to earn your affection. He has to prove he’s good enough first, that you aren’t making a mistake by letting him finally force your close friendship into something more.

“Alright,” you acquiesce, gently brushing your lips against his cheekbone. “Just don’t get too distracted and fall off your broom, because I actually want you to win.”

“The match or the bet?” he asks in a low voice.

You just take a step back with a teasing grin, and before you disappear into the crowd to find your friends, you murmur, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Sallow.”

—

It’s so many flights of stairs up to the Room of Requirement. You almost feel bad for Sebastian, but not enough to stop relentlessly tugging him up countless flights in the quiet Astronomy Tower.

He must be exhausted already, you assume. While the match itself had only lasted twenty-seven minutes and forty seconds, he spent nearly all of them racing around the pitch alongside Ravenclaw’s Seeker, eyes trained on any flash of light that shimmered like gold.

He’d even taken a Bludger to his right thigh. You’d felt like you were going to be sick just watching it collide with him, but he’d merely dropped a few feet with a wince and sped off again.

Not even a damn Bludger could knock him off his broom.

(As soon as your nausea had dissipated, you’d felt another dizzying wave of sensation take over slightly south of your stomach.)

Just as he’d promised, he quickly caught up with the Snitch near the base of the Hufflepuff student section, landing not-so-neatly in the muddy grass with one arm thrown up in the air. He was evidently clutching the struggling Snitch and beaming so hugely you could see it from your spot in the stands fifty feet in the air.

As soon as Madam Kogawa blew her whistle, the Slytherins had begun to move en masse toward the stairs, preparing to turn their common room into the official site of the year’s first not-so-clandestine party.

You, however, snuck away from the group and lingered outside the team’s changing area. Inside, you could hear raised voices.

“Imelda, you don’t understand,” Sebastian was whining. “I need to go now.”

“There’s a way we do things here, Sallow,” she had argued “I’m the captain, and if I say we’re going to discuss the game before anyone leaves, you stay.”

Sebastian had a few choice words to say to that but ultimately relented, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly while you leaned against one of the canvas walls that lined the interior channels of the pitch. Ultimately, it only took about ten minutes to discuss how everyone could improve – and Imelda’s only suggestion for Sebastian had been to try to find a dryer patch of grass on which to land next time.

Seconds later, he’d burst through the door and started to take off toward the castle.

“Bash!” you called out. “Not so fast.”

When he turned and spotted you, his face lit up.

“You waited for me,” he breathed.

“Of course I did,” you said. “I believe you’ve won a prize, and the nature of it is time-sensitive.”

He looked like an utter rake with that crooked smile on his lips. He was still in his uniform head to toe, his hair even messier than usual thanks to his helmet. He’d even kept his pads on, so when he reached out to take your hand, you felt impossibly small next to him.

“Shall we?” he asks, and then the two of you were off.

By the time you reach the Room and ensure no house elves are present, you’re both out of breath and panting.

“Come here,” you whine, throwing your arms around his shoulders and messily kissing along his jawline.

“W-wait,” he stammers. “Let me get these pads off, and–”

He cuts himself off, making a face.

“I need to clean up,” he tells you, suddenly self-conscious. “I must look like hell.”

“You look obscene,” you reply, dragging your hands down his chest pads. “Which is obviously a compliment.”

He wraps his hands around your wrists to stop you from attempting to undo the laces at the front of his trousers. “Just – just let me clean off first, the prefects’ bathroom isn’t far and I got the password off of Weasley.”

“No, don’t leave,” you whine, and Sebastian is merely a man, he can’t resist the girl he’s been in love with for years when she’s begging him to take his pants off.

“I must smell foul,” he laughs. “You’re – you’re seriously okay with this?”

“Look where we are, Sebastian,” you croon, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck. “Just imagine what you need.”

For your part, you imagine a plush armchair where you can wrangle Sebastian into finally taking a seat, and one quickly spins to life just behind him. You take advantage of his distraction to shove him backwards toward it and climb astride lap.

“It’s the Room of Requirement,” you tease him, straddling his thighs and dragging your nose along his cheek so he’ll tip his head back for you. “If you require something, the Room provides.”

“I require a bath,” he drawls, cursing quietly when you gently bite just over his pulse point. “Quickly, please, Room.”

Sebastian waits patiently while you eagerly strip him of his pads, but the Room doesn’t change.

“I thought you said you’ve taken baths here,” he points out skeptically. “In a huge basin, like the prefects have.”

“I have,” you insist, frowning. “I don’t know why it’s not…”

Then you trail off, your realization making you go red.

“Go on, love,” Sebastian murmurs, sliding a hand up the back of your thigh to lazily palm at your ass underneath your skirt. “I know that face, you’ve figured it out. What’s the problem?”

“W-well, it’s my Room,” you tell him sheepishly. “So it, um… I suppose it defaults to what I require.”

“And what you require,” Sebastian says slowly, “is for me to not take a bath?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed.

“I… I suppose the Room must have deduced that I – I like you like this,” you whisper, dragging your hands across his rumpled Quidditch shirt. “And I don’t need to wait for you to clean off.”

“You don’t?” Sebastian asks, his eyes now impossibly dark. “You’d let me touch you just like this? I’m a mess, I’m covered in sweat and mud and probably some blood, even.”

“Don’t care,” you breathe, sliding your hands underneath the hem of his shirt. “I want you now, Sebastian, exactly like this.”

He says some absolutely filthy words under his breath, sitting back so he can strip off his filthy uniform shirt. You can’t get your hands on his body fast enough, hurriedly familiarizing yourself with his sculpted core, broad chest, and strong shoulders.

He’s less of a mess underneath where his shirt had lain, but his skin is still warm and damp with sweat from the match. You want to put your mouth all over him, everywhere – and there’s so much of him to explore.

“I couldn’t believe it when I first saw you like this,” you confess to him. “You’ve gotten bigger since last spring, and so handsome… how did you become a man in just one summer?”

“You think I’m the only one who changed this summer?” he asks with a low voice. “Look at you.”

“What about me?” you ask dumbly.

His hands go straight for your chest, roughly tugging open your uniform shirt with no regard for the longevity of its buttons.

“Here,” he murmurs, his hands cupping your breasts through your thin brassiere. “I can assure you that I noticed where you’ve grown bigger.”

You gasp softly as he tugs down on the cups of your bra until he can lean in and press his mouth to your skin, sucking on one of your nipples and then the other.

“And here,” he murmurs into your chest, his hands returning to the backs of your thighs and sliding up your ass. “You have all these curves now, love, and they’re driving me mad.”

“Sebastian,” you whimper. “Take off my clothes.”

He helps you wrestle your skirt up over your head and tosses it recklessly as far as he can. When you’re left in nothing but your undergarments, Sebastian wraps one strong arm around your lower back and hooks the other below your hips, easily standing up from the armchair to walk you over to the bed you’d hastily imagined into existence.

Once he has you on your back, he tugs down your last remaining garment and leaves you bare and exposed to him, breathless and flushed all over.

“Your turn,” you remind him, even though part of you wishes he could leave the uniform pants on (despite the impracticality).

Once he manages to peel off the last of his clothes, he settles on his knees between your legs and skims a hand up your body, from the curve of your hip all the way up to your cheek.

“Is this too fast?” he asks you softly. “Did I ask too much?”

Your heart aches. Sebastian always stuns you with his sincerity when you least expect it.

You turn your head to kiss his palm and murmur, “No, love.”

His shoulders drop a little, the last of the tension he’d been carrying all week draining from his body. He wants, he always wants so damn badly and he would never forgive himself if he marred your first time with each other by rushing you.

“Can I touch you?” he asks in a hushed voice.

“Please,” you whine, letting your knees fall wide.

(Whether or not the other has ever done this before is still a mystery to you both, and it’s not something you’ll discuss until afterward. But right now, it’s of no importance to you.)

For a while, Sebastian’s hands roam your body without an agenda, acquainting himself with your breasts, your hips, the insides of your thighs. You moan softly when he drags his thumb along your slit, spreading your wetness around until he can easily rub slow circles over your clit.

“How do you feel?” he asks you.

“Good,” you gasp. “So good, Sebastian, like that.”

“Do you want more?” he offers, and you frantically nod, one of your hands fisting the pillow behind your head.

He carefully presses one long finger inside you, glancing between your face and your entrance to make sure you’re comfortable the entire time. One finger quickly becomes two, and when two nearly becomes three, you have to pause and take a breath.

“Enough,” you pant. “That’s enough.”

“Are you sure?” he asks you.

You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes while he leaks precum onto your hand and groans helplessly.

“I want you,” you insist. “I’ve wanted you.”

“R-right, yeah,” he agrees, trying to clear his head and focus on the task at hand. “Enough.”

He gently nudges your hand away so he can guide himself inside you, one hand wrapped around himself and the other gently pressing on your inner thigh to keep you still for him.

Underneath Sebastian like this, pinned to the mattress by his hips and hands, he completely overtakes your senses. He’s all you can see, all you can touch — you even taste and smell him.

Masculine sweat. Dark brown eyes. Crisp autumn air. The curve of his collarbone where it meets his shoulder. Woodsmoke. A million tiny freckles. Metallic blood from a split lip. Flashes of copper in his messy curls. Singed pine needles.

Sebastian groans low in his throat as he presses in, his hair falling into his eyes before he frantically brushes it away so he can see you take him for the first time.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he bends down and presses his forehead against yours.

“Tell me,” he begs, his hand curling gently around the back of your neck to hold you close.

“Tell you what?” you whisper, your lips brushing against his with every syllable.

“Tell me that it feels like this for you,” he practically breathes into you. “It feels like you’re — you’re everywhere, like you’re all there is.”

“Sebastian,” you whimper, and his hips snap against yours.

“Say it,” he growls. “Please.”

“You’re all there is,” you gasp. “You’re all mine, Bash.”

He makes a sound like you’ve sucker-punched him, messily kissing wherever he can get his mouth on you – your cheek, your jaw, your lips. All the while he’s fucking you open with relentless, eager thrusts.

He’s not going to last long, but you don’t expect him to. You just want him to feel good – the two of you have already wasted enough time not doing this, so why delay satisfaction?

You wrap your legs around his hips to hold him against you, rocking your own hips upward to meet him and coax him closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” he grits out, grinding into you desperately the closer he gets to his climax. “Can I finish inside?”

“N-no,” you whimper. There’s a potion you can drink to make it safe that takes an entire week to brew, and the batch that’s currently bubbling away at your potions station across the Room isn’t quite ready yet.

“Where?” he begs.

“Anywhere else, wherever you want,” you promise him, your mind quickly tossing out mental images of him spilling himself across your breasts, into your mouth, on the curve of your back.

He pulls out of you with a reluctant moan and kneels between your open thighs, wrapping a hand around his cock to finish himself off. You watch his eyes while he takes you in, seemingly torn between meeting your gaze and staring transfixed at your fingers between your thighs as you get closer to finishing yourself.

“Next time, love,” you murmur softly. “The next time you fuck me you can finish in me, I’ll take it all.”

“Promise?” he asks breathlessly, still an incorrigible flirt even when he’s seconds away from his orgasm.

“Promise,” you whine, spreading your legs a little wider when you catch his gaze lingering again.

You’re so close, desperately rolling your hips against your own hand until you tip over the edge, the rush of your release arching your back before you collapse lazily against the bed.

He shuffles forward and groans your name just before he spills, leaving a warm, wet mess all over your stomach and between your hips. You feel properly claimed – especially when he flops down next to you and immediately tugs you against his chest, unbothered by his release smearing between your bodies.

“You’re amazing,” he breathes into your hair. “Merlin, I love you.”

“You love me?” you whisper against his collarbone.

“Enduringly,” he says.

You rest your cheek against his chest and listen to his racing heartbeat for a few moments before you tell him, “I love you too, you know.”

Just then, the Room starts to rumble.

“What’s going on?” Sebastian asks, urgently peering around for his wand.

He quickly settles and even laughs under his breath when he sees the Room shifting around the two of you to provide a spacious, sunken bathtub in the middle of the room, complete with a luxurious amount of taps that undoubtedly offer an array of bubbles, salts and soaps.

“Oh, now you want to let me clean myself up?” Sebastian drawls. “After you’ve completely worn me out, hmm?”

“It’s more for me,” you giggle. “I can’t possibly sleep like this, but you’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”

As if Sebastian would ever pass up the chance to feel you up in the water.

[redux-iterum]

A Moment of Sincerity

We’re putting down Puppycat today.

I’ve talked about her before here, but as she influenced a section of the lore of the Redux, and now Iterum, I feel it would be appropriate to tell you all about her and pay her respects before we take her to the vet this afternoon. Sentimental nonsense under the cut.

It’s an unfair thing, really. She’s only 11 years old and has been through a hell of a lot in her life, and now it’s cut short.

For starters, we originally got her to be a playmate of our other kitten, Jack the Ripper. He was named appropriately, because when we brought her home, we discovered that we had underestimated how much bigger than her he was, and he proceeded to “play” so hard that we half-jokingly believe he gave her brain damage from knocking her around and hitting her head. She developed some odd traits afterward, earning her new name after she began to wag her tail like a dog, adore belly rubs, and come when she was called.

Jack ultimately died young, and from that point Puppycat (nee Kelly) dedicated all of her free time to eating. All of it. She ate and ate and ate, to the point that we could no longer just let our cats have food out all the time, because she’d scarf it down, vomit it up, and go back for more. I’ve always described her as “looking like a tick: big round body and tiny little head”.

It got to the point that one night, during the development of the Redux, I was sitting in my room while she waddled about in circles, trying to get me to pet her. I noted with no small amount of irritation that she was the epitome of gluttony - and then it struck me that such a creature would be an amazing monster in Redux!Clan lore. It took no time at all to spin a tale of a hairless, bulbous animal that eats endlessly and will devour anything that can fit down its broken jaws. 

Puppy, of course, was nowhere near as aggressive as Yrrun, only bopping or hissing in self defense. The meanest thing she ever did unprompted was reach out and gently tap one of our other cats as she was walking by (who at the time was being bullied by the whole house of animals). It wasn’t appreciated, but it certainly was funny.

She had the habit of coming to sit on my chest when I woke up in the morning to bug me to feed her, as if that would speed up the process, and once stuck her foot in my mouth when I yawned. She's always been awkward about how to express her affection, but her favorite way was to gently reach out and touch a human’s face, doing her best to purr (she didn’t know how to for a long time; she just wheezed happily as a young’un). It’s sweet, but she also has really long claws and so your face always gets scratched up. Still, it’s the thought that counts.

I’ve discussed a cat on Seeker’s blog before named Andy. This was Puppycat’s best friend in the whole world. The two were fat and slow and that only exacerbated as they aged, but they still played in a geriatric fashion with each other. That said, Andy had a hell of a bite, and often Puppy would have to slap him and refuse to stop playing when he hurt her.

One of my absolute favorite memories of all time involves these two. I was at the table in the dining room, which was connected to the office, which they were playing in. Out of nowhere, I heard a scuffle and a hiss, and then Puppycat came out into the hallway waddling for her life, unable to run with her weight. Andy, who was injured at the time, limped after her as fast as he could, as if he could possibly catch up to her. I could have outpaced them both crawling. It was pathetic. The sheer absurdity has never left my mind, and I can see the details of this instance perfectly to this day.

When Andy died is when things really went downhill. I’ve never seen an animal grieve properly before, but Puppycat was clearly devastated. She refused to eat or come inside, even in the cold and rain (she’s hated the outdoors all her life before this), and she lost almost all of her personality. It got to the point where she got skinnier and skinnier until she was actually at the average weight for a cat her age. A bittersweet milestone, but at the very least she wasn’t struggling to walk five steps before giving up and flopping over in exhaustion.

Unfortunately, just as she was recovering from her loss, she came down with a gum disease that made it impossible for her to eat in comfort, bringing down her weight even more. We ended up having to remove all of her teeth except her fangs and put her on pills that she would be on for the rest of her life to keep the disease down and let her get back to her favorite hobby. Notably, she still had the gumption to eat dry food without being able to chew it, but we needed to help her pick up strips of cheese or whatever snack we gave her while we were making food.

I’m not particularly sure what hit her now, but after she started vomiting up her pills no matter when or how we gave them, she’s completely stopped eating and drinking. She’s just stayed outside, crumpled in the gravel much in the way an animal is when they’re trying to run out the clock and pass on. I can’t let her just starve to death like a hospice patient, so in a couple hours she’s going to our nearest vet to have a much swifter, painless end. Lucky thing she’s always been comfortable and cheerful when she goes to appointments.

That’s about all I feel like saying for now, I think. She’s currently lying down in the hall, still limp, still silent. I wish I could talk to her in a way she’d understand, just to let her know she’s been endlessly valued as a member of the family in all the time we’ve had her. She’s brought countless hours of amusement and jokes with her strange little self and even our vets love her to pieces. I would like to tell her the house will not be the same without her.

Rest easy for a bit, Puppy. You’ll be seeing Andy again soon.

[msclaritea]

This month, a $100 million advertising campaign and website have been launched nationwide to help a particular figure rebrand. In the current climate, just who, do you think, might warrant such a massive PR blitz?

My own answer would be “no one,” because this kind of spending to prop up the reputations of the already highly privileged strikes me as one of the more disgusting excesses of capitalism. But whether or not you share my convictions, I’m guessing you didn’t come up with the answer “Jesus.” Yes, that Jesus. A man who’s not even alive—at least not in a way that’s accessible and demonstrable to those of us on this mortal plane—and who is, despite the release of yet another major documentary last year, almost certainly bigger than the Beatles.

Despite all that, some conservative Christians are apparently one-hundred million dollars worth of concerned that the enduringly popular Mr. of Nazareth just isn’t doing it for some of the kids these days. Hence, the rebrand to make the ostensible son of God ‘cool’ and ‘relatable.’

The “He Gets Us” campaign is a project of the Servant Christian Foundation, which Christianity Today describes as “a nonprofit backed by a Christian donor-advised fund called The Signatry.” Both the Servant Foundation and the Signatry, its financial arm, are headed by Steve French—and that’s all we know about who exactly is behind the campaign. Donor-advised funds, which don’t have to disclose the identities of the donors providing the funding for the projects they support, are often used by the Christian Right to minimize transparency. As CT reports, the “He Gets Us” ad spots were produced by Bill McKendry, whose portfolio includes campaigns for notorious Christian Right organizations like Focus on the Family and Alliance Defending Freedom.

The “He Gets Us” spots feature all the forced earnestness of the “This is Your Brain on Drugs” ads from the 1980s, but none of the accidental hilarity and iconic qualities that make those spots such an enduring aspect of Gen-X and early Millennial nostalgia. I may be a little over 40 and only an irregular consumer of TikTok videos, but I don’t think it’s a stretch to suggest that “He Gets Us” is hardly going to register with today’s youth.

Gen Z is the least religious generation, and I’m pretty sure that this tech-savvy, culturally aware, and #VeryOnline generation is not going to be ‘won back to Christ’ by, for example, a heavy-handed quasi-parable about Jesus inviting everyone to his table and being “heartbroken” that some refuse his invitation, “because he wanted everyone to be filled—not with food and wine, but with compassion.”

On a superficial level, the “He Gets Us” spots have high production value, but that’s where their sophistication ends. The prose and delivery of their voiceovers are classic evangelical, managing to be somehow both vague and overwrought, in addition to being just, well, obnoxiously concerned. Meanwhile, the music is straight out of the manipulative megachurch worship service’s tug-on-the-heartstrings playbook—as someone who grew up partly in “seeker-sensitive” evangelicalism, I ought to know.

The ads also feature mostly people of color, but interestingly enough, in the photo of the Signatry’s board of directors featured on its website, I count eleven white men, three men of color, and one white woman. Don’t think that disconnect will go unnoticed by zoomers, who have excellent Google skills and don’t tend to take ideological messaging at face value.

Above all, the ads, which direct viewers to HeGetsUs.com, radiate an aura of phoniness, holding up a seemingly pro-social-justice and inclusive vision of Jesus, who frankly comes across as “the Black friend” of the people behind the campaign. Tellingly, the ads avoid mentioning any actual hot-button issues by name or taking any direct political stances, while leaving viewers to wonder, “Alright, it’s obvious that you want something from me, so what is it?” If there’s one thing I know about zoomers, it’s that they’ll see through such ham-handed efforts in a heartbeat, and then probably mock them, in meme form.

So, what do the folks behind “He Gets Us” want from the people they reach? There are a couple of ways to get at the answer to that question. Along with considering Bill McKendry’s record mentioned above, one is to take a look at the 990 forms the Signatry has filed with the IRS. 501(c)(3) nonprofit organizations, which include churches and charities, are tax exempt. But in order to maintain that status, they’re required to make annual financial filings that are matters of public record.

Thanks to that requirement, we can use 990 forms to find out what sort of organizations receive particularly large donations via the Signatry. And wasn’t it… who was that again? Oh yes, it was Jesus who reputedly said, “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also,” and in that instance, at least, he had a point.

According to the Signatry’s 2020 form, the most recent available, in 2019 the organization directed over $19 million of funding to Alliance Defending Freedom, an SPLC-designated anti-LGBTQ hate group and the organization that wrote the model legislation on which Mississippi’s draconian new abortion ban was based. Nearly $8 million went to Answers in Genesis, the fundamentalist ministry behind the Creation Museum. Over $1 million is designated for Campus Crusade for Christ (rebranded as “Cru” since 2011). $374,800 went to Al Hayat Ministries, an organization that seeks to “respectfully yet fearlessly unveil the deception of Islam,” and that runs an Arabic-language Christian satellite TV station with the goal of converting Muslims to Christianity.

There’s a more direct way to approach the question of what the “He Gets Us” folks want out of the people they reach, however, and that’s to interact with their website, which offers chat and “text for prayer” options to visitors. I was first alerted to the site when my friend Artemis Stardust, who writes about their experience escaping and healing from their upbringing in a homeschooling, Quiverfull, evangelical Christian family, tagged me in a Facebook post about the PR project. While my initial reaction was along the lines of “WTAF,” I soon found myself sucked in to investigating the bizarre phenomenon further.

Stardust told me they had checked out the chat feature on HeGetsUs.com and described their experience as follows: “I asked some questions about how churches conceal abuse and was told multiple times to seek answers in the context of a church community, to read the bible and pray, and to be willing to listen.” They added, “Rather than engaging with my concerns, the staff member kept sending quotes from the Bible or links to resources on how to find a church or get their prayer team to pray for me.”

Hearing that, I decided to check out the chat feature for myself. Posing as an evangelical college student ‘struggling’ with my gender identity, I had a similar experience. The staff member I chatted with urged me to tell my pastor and my parents my secret, with seemingly little regard for whether it would be safe for me to do so. To his credit, he told me he wasn’t a licensed counselor and that I should see one, but when I said I was afraid that a counselor might lead me astray, he clarified that I should definitely only consider a Christian, “biblical” counselor. At one point he quoted “male and female he created them,” a passage from the book of Genesis frequently used by evangelicals to ‘justify’ their opposition to trans rights and same-sex marriage.

Meanwhile, Ryan Stollar, a child liberation theologian and another friend of mine, took a different approach to the “He Gets Us” chat feature, publicly posting screenshots to Facebook. Adopting the persona of a conservative evangelical angry at the ad spots’ faux social justice-oriented approach, Stollar notes that “‘the marginalized’ are people like gay people and people of color,” and asks “So you support them?”

In response, the staffer explains that the point is for those very people to be drawn in and changed so they conform to conservative evangelical values:..."

[adagreys]

Awesome anime landscape

#AWESOME ANIME LANDSCAPE TV#

Make your way to Shinjuku Station, the park is right next to it. But really, it’s easy to get to from anywhere in the city. There are multiple hostels around the Shinjuku region of Tokyo. If you visit during cherry blossom season, it’s an even bigger deal. Located a short walk from Shinjuku Station, this is one of Tokyo’s largest and most visited parks. Like its refining reality with every drop of rain. The film doesn’t just look real, it looks better than real. Set in the famous Shinjuku Gyoen, an imperial garden turned public park, be prepared for some truly beautiful anime scenery brought to life. The Garden of Words is a contemporary Tokyo tale inspired by ancient Japanese poetry. Shinjuku Gyoen – The Garden of Words in the capital? Time for some rest and relaxation. Hostels sit on countless street corners finding one close to the anime-action is easy. Like most of Tokyo, Yotsuya is easy to get to by metro/bus/cab/foot/go-kart. It’s located in the striking National Art Centre, a must-see for architecture and art lovers. Tired of anime-trekking? Stop by Salon de Thé Rond for a latte. A highly popular photo spot it’s perfect for recreating the film’s heart-wrenching final scene. The top hit here is the Suga Shrine Steps. The events taking place from young Taki’s point of view are located in Tokyo, particularly the Yotsuya area. It’s a striking mix of the surreal and the ordinary that blends time travel, body-swapping, and a saliva-filled bottle of sake. Yotsuya, Tokyo – Your Name must have been hiding in a secret bunker in 2016 to not have heard of Your Name, the magical realism love story that captured the hearts of anime fans worldwide. Accommodation-wise, there are multiple guesthouses (and one or two hostels) dotted around the island. Once arrived, there a numerous car rental companies, buses, and taxis to explore the island further. To get here, you can fly or ferry from Kagoshima City. There are many walking, hiking, and climbing trails through the forest if – like Ashitaka – you’re the energetic type. To experience the forest at its best, hiking is essential. The air is heavy with magic and humidity. Primaeval roots (over 7000 years old) burst from the ground covered in hides of lime-green moss. On Yakushima Island in the far south of Japan, the wooded valley Shiratani Unsuikyo hides some of the oldest trees on the planet. While giant wolf deities may not exist in real life, the Kodama-clustered woodland certainly does. Yakushima Island – Princess Mononoke Studio Ghibli classic, say whaaat? Princess Mononoke is set in age-old forests teeming with ancient gods. Most travellers are happy with a day trip, but there are great hostel options for diving deeper into the spirit world. How to get here? Jump on a direct express bus from Taipei. Don’t worry though, it won’t turn you into a pig. Sugar-seekers, try the famous Ice Cream Puff: a scoop of ice cream sandwiched between two slices of flaky puff pastry. Hungry? Gorge yourself – No Face style – on a feast from Jiufen Old Street. Climb your way through winding alleyways lit with the glow of countless paper lanterns. Although Miyazaki denies it, the resemblance is truly uncanny. Fans have likened the film’s otherworldly spirit town to an unsuspecting mountain village in Taiwan. The 2001 classic is teeming with enchanting (if not slightly creepy) characters while the anime scenery will hurl you headfirst into the spirit realm. Spirited Away follows the story of young Chihiro as she wanders to the spirit world, forced to work in a magical bathhouse after her parents are transformed into pigs by the witch Yubaba. Jiufen, Taiwan – Spirited Away (2001) up: everyone’s favourite Miyazaki masterpiece. And yes, Studio Ghibli is most definitely included. Fuelled by a matcha latte and the entire works of Joe Hisaishi blasting through my AirPods, here are the top 10 spots that inspired your (and my) favourite anime scenery. Fragments of anime magic can be found all over Japan (and beyond) if you know where to look. After all, who wouldn’t want to stroll among traditional thatched-roof farmhouses huddled together in leafy hidden valleys or climb the steepest steps of a hillside town bathed in the rosy hues of psychedelic paper lanterns. It may surprise you to know that the most beautiful anime scenery is based on real life. And the animation team is just half of it. From Studio Ghibli staples to old-school Seinen series, anime scenery is a relentless eyegasm.

#AWESOME ANIME LANDSCAPE TV#

The rich visuals, emotive storylines, and intoxicating landscapes have me attempting to dive through my TV screen on a weekly basis. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish I was the main character in my favourite anime. Anime in real life: the top 10 spots that inspired your favourite anime scenery

[propertyconsultingzine]

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The services supplied by real estate agents are rather different, relying on the type of residential property. Some concentrate on renter representation, firm leasing, funding markets, and also property management as well as facilities administration. They also offer advising, speaking with, and also evaluation solutions. The Commission issues licenses just to people that meet all requirements as well as pay the needed charges. You can read more here on real estate ervices.

Realty representatives are required to take continuing education programs to keep their permit. In Illinois, they should take at the very least 45 hours of education and learning every four years. If they hold a license from an additional state, they can obtain a mutual license. If they have a license in another state, they will certainly have the ability to supply solution in The golden state without the demand to take additional education or examinations.

A realty solution's objectives are varied, yet the majority of involve optimizing direct exposure for the seller. This consists of marketing the property to prospective buyers, aiding the customer with the entire marketing procedure, and assisting in the transaction. Ultimately, the property service makes its payment by marketing the building. They will additionally compose an offer, which is a legally binding record. If you're a builder, a real estate agent can assist you determine vacant lots or residences for new construction.

They can additionally assist you establish a timeline for your job. Real estate representatives are also familiar with rental homes and can aid you acquire financial investment residential property or manage it. The benefits of utilizing a property service are limitless. There are a number of sorts of realty representatives. There are vendor's agents, likewise known as listing brokers, and purchaser's agents. The previous is acquired by the proprietor of the building to market it available for sale. Buyer's agents, on the various other hand, are brokers or sales representatives hired by the customer. See this website for additional info on this topic.

Using innovative technology, this realty solution intends to stand for one of the most desirable residences in preferable markets. It has leveraged the success of prominent Netflix series Million Buck Coastline House to advertise its services. The program likewise enables them to get to a bigger target market. So, if you're seeking a great real estate service in the Hamptons, try out Nest Seekers!

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[phoebe-delia]

Here I am, again, standing in the pouring rain, asking you: will you please do me the great honor of writing for song no. 50? Love you adore you admire you and also generally just think you're amazing

@rockingrobin69 *Brings you inside, wraps you in a towel, and gives you hot cocoa. Takes your face in between my palms and looks you in the eye.* Your prompt asks are a blessing to my inbox, do you hear me? Also, you're amazing and inspire me so much, and love you too.

Now that's taken care of, I can present to you this fic. It is based on the Adele cover of "Make You Feel My Love." No warnings! Just pining and some fluff, with a hopeful ending.

The Little Things

It started with small things. Potter was shivering one day in Care of Magical Creatures, clearly having forgotten his coat. The warming charm Draco sent his way was more for his benefit than Potter's, anyway. The sound of the speccy git's chattering teeth was bloody annoying.

But, as things often did where Potter was concerned, it...escalated a bit.

Draco didn't mean for it to happen. How was he to know that, over the course of his years-long surveillance of the prat that he would notice things like how Potter ate like a starving man at the beginning and end of every term? It was bragging—yes, a way to show off his superiority to Potter when he snuck leftovers from his dinner to send him, wrapped up and sustained under a charm.

And when he noticed Potter's ill-fitting clothes, Draco knew that the perfect revenge was to send the prat a few outfits that Draco'd happened to see in Hogsmeade, because the items would be sure to highlight Potter's ugly eyes. Draco was flaunting his family's wealth to Potter, even if he never signed the packages. It was strategic, and he congratulated himself for being so intelligent.

And it was just as clever when he subtly cast a permanent de-fogging charm on Potter's glasses. When Draco taunted Potter in Potions Class because he "forgot the bat wings, you idiot," with just enough time for Potter to collect his missing ingredient. When he accidentally dropped his extra quill on the ground when Potter's broke. When he made sure to 'accidentally' trip the Hufflepuff seeker right before her match against Gryffindor.

It was all a part of his master plan, of course.

At least it was until Potter knelt before Draco with his face swollen and unrecognizable to anyone who hadn't had years of surveillance behind them.

This time, there was no anonymous package behind which he could hide his intentions. It was only Draco, staring at Potter and the familiar shirt that made his green eyes sparkle.

"I can't be sure," Draco heard himself say, and he searched his mind for the reason, for the justification.

But he didn't need it; not when Potter's chest deflated with relief, his eyes full of gratitude and hope. He didn't need it when he let his hand go lax, let Potter pull the wands from his loose grip.

He didn't need it in the Room when he shouted at Crabbe and Goyle to keep Potter alive. He didn't need it when his own hands were sweaty and slipping from the tower of furniture being engulfed in flames, and he certainly didn't need it when he clasped Potter's outstretched hand and pulled himself to safety.

After the war, Draco tried to focus on the small things; all of the little pleasures of his life he'd miss in Azkaban once the Wizengamot made its inevitable decision. He savored every cup of tea, every hot shower, every glimmer of magic under his skin.

And he tried to remember all of these during his trials, watching as his fate was debated before his eyes.

At least he did until Potter walked into the room, setting off a flurry of whispers and snapping cameras. Potter swore to tell the truth, looked Draco in the eye, and talked of big things. The big picture, the bigger story, the big weight of the war, and being the bigger person.

A little while later, the Wizengamot read its big verdict, and Draco let the huge joy wash over him. He looked over at Potter, who gave him a small smile.

And with no motive, no justification, no strategy, Draco realized that love was reason enough.

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1—99 and send me an ask and I’ll write you a fic based on it!

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Obviously oblivious [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Obviously oblivious Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Word count: 2k Published: 8 September, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: My first ever Fred fic. Don't go too hard on me, pretty please. Summary: You have liked Fred for the longest time and Fred has been having a crush on you, but you are just being oblivious, until he finally takes the first step.

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You were seated in the Gryffindor common room, talking to Lee Jordan and Oliver Wood about the upcoming quidditch match against Ravenclaw, when the Weasley twins stepped in the room with an identical smile across their face.

George plopped down beside you with a huge grin across his face, making you suspicious. You knew too much about their pranks and stupid little tricks. You didn't mind them as for some unknown reason they didn't include you in their games.

Fred sat down on your other side, throwing his arm across the sofa behind you, the same grin present across his face as his brother's, making you even more suspicious.

"How are you beautiful?" Fred asked sweetly. Using pet names with you has become a habit of his, but you didn't mind. You had a huge crush on the older twin, but your friendship was too important to you to say anything. You just enjoyed his company and treasured the sweet moments as long as you could.

"That grin across your face says I should be scared of you, so not too well." You replied, squinting your eyes at the boy.

"Come on, Y/N. Why would you think like that? We are just two happy people." George chipped in.

"When it comes to you, I can't stop thinking when I will be your next target." You spoke as your eyes wandered between the twins, lingering a tad bit longer on Fred.

"You're exempt of our pranks and you know that." Fred replied, getting hold of the end of your hair, gently swirling it around his finger.

"And why is that?" You asked. Fred's hand stopped abruptly, as if searching for the words. You have never seen Fred speechless, but it made the moment even sweeter.

"Yes, Fred, why is that?" George quipped in with an even bigger smile.

"Because you are my best friend." He replied, his voice more confident than he planned it to be. You felt your heart sink deep, even though you knew he only thought of you as a friend.

"Wait a second, when did Georgie fall to second place?" You tried to cover your pain with some humour.

"Yes, Fred, when did I fall to second place?" George joined in once again, a rather big grin spread across his face. You chuckled at his tone, but your eyes never left Fred's chocolate brown eyes.

"Can you just put a lock on it?" Fred turned to his brother who simply replied with a snickering sound. "Both of you are my best friends, you don't need to fight over me." He replied with a mischievous smirk.

"As if we would fight for you." You scoffed with a playful smile, exchanging a bored look with George.

"Not worth it." George took your side in agreement.

"Okay, well I'm happy you get along so well. You don't have to love me so much." He pouted as George stood up and took a seat beside his brother, both of you squeezing Fred in a big hug. You felt Fred's arm wrap around you, making you shiver in his embrace, but you tried to ignore the feeling, not wanting to give yourself false hope.

"We love you, Freddie." George chuckled. "Some of us may be more than the other." He smirked confidently, but you didn't think much of it.

*

The quidditch game was already on, both teams working hard for a win. Bludgers flew around furiously, the quaffle changed owners faster than one could see. Seekers attempted to follow the tiny golden ball which was dodging the players successfully.

Your eyes were fixed on the older ginger twin, his confident smirk taking your attention away from the game. You watched as he hit the bludger, sending it straight towards a Ravenclaw keeper, who barely had time to change direction. George offered a thumbs up to his brother, both sharing a nod in agreement.

You turned your eyes away, focusing them on the Gryffindor seeker, Harry Potter as you watched him almost getting hold of the golden snitch. You screamed from the top of your lungs, encouraging him. His hand was right above the ball, before gripping on it, holding it up in the air triumphantly.

You squealed in happiness. Jumping up and down on the spectator stand, celebrating with the rest of Gryffindor. Your smile was visible from a mile away and Fred wasn't one to miss it. He looked at George who just gave him a goofy smile, making him roll his eyes. He flew over to you, lowering his broom over the audience, showing you one of his mischievous signature smiles.

"What are you doing?" You asked as he offered his hand to you.

"Come with me." He replied shaking his extended hand, waiting for you to accept it. You didn't have to be told twice, even though you were not a fan of flying. You knew you would be safe with Fred, even if he was an annoying little brat sometimes. He pulled up the broom, forcing you to lock your arms around him. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking deep breaths, before you dared to open your eyes again.

"Where are we going, Fred?" You asked, your arms tight around his torso, trying to force away your fear of heights as you looked down, Hogwarts only a fraction of its actual size.

"On a date!" He replied confidently. Your eyes shot up, wider than ever, looking at the back of his head, his locks getting messy in the wind.

"On a date?" You squeaked in surprise as you involuntarily started letting go of his torso. He quickly got hold of you, placing your arms back around him.

"Keep a firm hold, darling." He chuckled playfully. "And yes, on a date indeed."

"Shouldn't you have asked me first?" You replied quickly, not wanting to give away the happiness in your voice, although you could swear he felt your heartbeat against his back as you held onto him firmly.

"I'm not clueless, love. I see the way you look at me, I see how you react when I touch you." He let out a barking laughter. You felt a blush creep up on your face, your mouth agape, leaving you with no words.

You could just about see a secluded area at the Black lake, a blanket laid across the grass, a basket sitting in its corner.

Fred lowered the broom, until you could feel your feet on the ground. You got off, letting go of Fred's upper body, feeling your legs slightly wobbly as your fear started leaving you. You weren't feeling bad, you weren't terrified of heights, but you were certainly uncomfortable with them.

You walked over to the blanket, looking down on it, feeling Fred's gaze on the back of your head. You crouched down beside the basket, looking into it, studying its content. There were mini muffins and mini doughnuts in a little box, a few slices of cake, a couple of fruits and a bottle of butterbeer with 2 glasses beside it.

"I can't decide if you are trying to make me fat or drunk, Mr. Weasley." You stood up with a grin on your lips, crossing your arms in front of your chest, raising a questioning brow, trying to shoo away your nervousness with humour.

"I didn't have any of those intentions at all, love." He chuckled as he stepped closer and got hold of your waist, your eyes involuntarily meeting his. "Although I wouldn't mind you putting on a few more pounds." He squeezed your side playfully. Your eyes widened, your lips parted as you sucked in the air. You hit his arm in the form of a reply, not knowing how to answer to that, but your smile didn't falter.

You removed his hands from your waist and sat down on the blanket, letting him pour you from the bottle of butterbeer and offering you the drink. He took a seat beside you, clinking his glass with yours.

"Why did you bring me on a date?" You asked, hoping straightforwardness to give you some well needed answers.

"Why does one take another on a date, love? Definitely not to play chess." He grinned, making you roll your eyes.

"That's not an answer." You pointed out, taking a sip of your drink.

"Obviously, because I fancy you." He replied confidently, making you cough as your drink went down the wrong pipe.

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened at his words. You felt your face heat up under his intense gaze. "You never showed it, Fred. You always said I was your best friend." You tried to think logically, not wanting to believe his words.

"You are my best friend. Of course I would say that." He scooted closer, his body right next to yours. "But I was very obvious about how I've been feeling about you and you were just blind to it. George made fun of it on a daily basis even before I told him." He chuckled at your dumbfounded expression.

"I didn't... realise it." You frowned.

"Yes, I know. I couldn't be any more obvious and you were still oblivious towards my feelings. At times it was really frustrating." He scoffed. "I, however, saw the way you looked at me, how you reacted when I touched you, how you tried to turn the awkward situations into jokes. You have been even more obvious than I was." He laughed lightly, cupping your cheek with one of his big hands.

You couldn't ignore the proximity between you, your eyes wandering down to his mouth as his tongue darted out, wetting his lips. You looked up, searching for his eyes, watching as his brown irises fixed on your parted lips, before closing the distance between you.

You felt little butterflies tickling your tummy, the feeling intensifying as you kissed back. His lips were something that you have been craving to feel on yours, on occasions forgetting your eyes on them, daydreaming about what they could do to you.

And here you were, with those beautiful lips fighting against yours for dominance, making you silently moan into the kiss, feeling Fred's grin appear, before he deepened the kiss, his hand wandering down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was too much for you at once and oxygen was well needed. You parted, heaving a sigh, but you didn't back away. Your eyes remained closed, you were still under the effects of his kiss.

"It was worth the wait." Your eyes shot up as he laughed and laid down on the blanket, pulling you with him. You followed his movements and placed your head on his chest, enjoying the sound of his quick heartbeats.

"Were you nervous?" You asked as you listened to the irregular rhythm.

"I knew you liked me, but I couldn't be completely calm about it. If anything it made me even more nervous." He confessed, making you chuckle.

"Well, Fred Weasley, I fancy you, so you don't have to be nervous." You looked up at him as he watched your happy form with a big grin across his face.

"Oh sweetheart, I will always be nervous. I will be nervous about making you happy, I will be nervous about surprising you, I will be nervous about second guessing myself, I will be nervous about doing anything in my power to keep you close to me. It's not a bad nervousness though. It's more like I am excited." He explained and you let a cheerful smile spread around your face. You pushed yourself up and kissed him again, feeling his arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer.

"I am definitely excited. The big Fred Weasley is mine now." You chuckled as he ruffled your hair playfully.

"And you are telling me that I can't be serious." He scolded you with a humorous tone.

"I am serious. I'm excited about you being mine." You replied with a sweet smile.

"So am I." He pulled you back onto his chest, hinting a small kiss on the top of your head, making you feel content in his embrace.

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Meeting and Dating Viktor Krum

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Viktor meet when the two competing schools arrive at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

- Obviously, you first saw him as you were huddled with your friends during the feast. They whispered eagerly in your ear about him as he marched into the hall and continued to make comments throughout the night. You weren’t nearly as impressed as you probably should have been; though you never were all that into quidditch.

- Viktor first spots you as you’re making your way to class and later as you’re sitting in the courtyard or somewhere similar. He obviously immediately notices that you’re quite pretty but he takes particular interest in you due to the fact that you don’t take particular interest in him.

- There you are, paying him no mind and going about your day as though he’s just some random boy at school. You’re not following him around, giggling and whispering with your friends or otherwise fawning over him. You’re treating him like he’s a normal person; far different from everyone else so far. You’re something he has to work to catch. …You’re his golden snitch.

- Always going where he knows you’ll be, he’ll follow you around as unsuspiciously as possible; oftentimes accompanied by a gaggle of girls who watch him. He usually pretends to be doing things; especially when you look over at him, scribbling wiggles across a piece of parchment or holding a book up; sometimes upside down, as he watches you.

- Each day, he visits your usual hangout spots with the intention of talking to you, but he never actually works up the nerve to do so.

- In the mean time, there’s these moments where the two of you make eye contact and you swear that he has to be interested in you. At first, you have those thoughts with a bit of denial and doubt mixed in but soon enough, even you can’t say that he isn’t.

- He first talks to you when asking you to the ball; which would be a long time coming considering how much time he spent lingering around you.

- He approaches you when you’re both alone, saying your name to get your attention; though he says it like it’s a question since he doesn’t want to seem like he knows your name without having ever spoken to you. You say a somewhat shy “hello” in response and he asks if you’d do the honor of accompanying him to the ball which you obviously agree to.

- When you agree, he gives you a small smile and motions if it’s okay for him to sit down, his heart skipping a beat as you hurriedly move some stuff to give him space. You don't talk all that much but he watches you quite a bit, admiring your features while you’re distracted.

- Rumors may or may not spread before then but they certainly do when you arrive at the ball, holding his hand and dancing with him, having the time of your life. He opens up to you that night, acting far different than what you’d assumed he’d be like.

- The night ends with him walking you to your dorm, giving you a kiss on the hand and saying that he had a “vonderful time.”. You went to bed that night, eager for the morning to come and for you to see the boy once more.

- All was well, except ...an unexpected side-effect of your newfound relationship was that you were chosen by the tournament judges to be his black lake hostage. So, one second you were going about your day, the next you were spluttering and gasping as you reached the surface of the deep waters.

- The two of you catch your breath for a moment before he wraps an arm around you and guides you back to the shore.

- Once you’re back on dry land, he confesses to you that he’s never felt “this way” about a girl before, causing your cheeks to get hot enough that you figured the water would steam right off your skin. Like the gentleman and softie that he is, he keeps asking if you’re okay and checking you over, standing protectively at your side until he’s called over for the final results of the game.

- For your “first” date, you take him to Hogsmeade for the first time and show him around the little village. People obviously stare which initially bothers him, but he soon pays them no mind, focusing solely on you and enjoying your company, living out the thing he’d dreamed of since the moment he saw you.

- When it’s time for him to return to Bulgaria, he gives you a private goodbye, a handwritten letter and an invitation for you to come stay with him over the summer. You can only pray that your parents will let you, giving him a smile as he blows you one last kiss before getting lost in the crowd of students.

- As luck would have it, your parents did let you visit him and you spent a wonderful week in his guest bedroom, having the time of your life with your Bulgarian boyfriend. It was like something out of a dream.

- The two of you share your first kiss about three or so days after you arrived there. He was standing in “your” room, sort of lingering after the two of you finished exchanging goodnights; as though he was debating something in his head. 

- You asked if he was alright and he somewhat snapped out of it, meeting your eyes and nodding. He said goodnight again and turned towards the door before he finally turned back around and walked up to you, taking your face in his hands and leaning in, hesitating for a moment longer before his lips gently met yours. 

- When he finally pulled away, he did so slowly, your lips still tingling as his own pressed against your forehead, murmuring a goodnight against your skin and giving your arm a squeeze right before he finally left the room for good. You went to bed that night happier than you’d ever been and feeling absolutely smitten. 

- The seeker officially had your heart in his hands, …and you had a feeling that you’d had his in yours for even longer. 

- Viktor's a physical being, he loves touching, holding, and showing you off so there’s quite a bit of pda in your relationship. If he isn’t actually touching you then rest assured, he’s standing protectively at your side and paying close attention to you; oftentimes as though there’s no one else around you. 

- Handholding. He has a particular fondness for holding your hand, playing with your fingers or pressing kisses to your knuckles, sometimes just comparing how much bigger his are compared to yours. 

- Soft hugs. He’s a big softie when it comes to you and just loves feeling your arms wrapped around him. 

- Hand kisses. He’s quite fond of them. 

- Kisses on any part of your face that he feels like in the moment. 

- You may or may not have to ask him for a kiss whenever you want one considering how much taller than you he probably is. He always gives you the sweetest little smile whenever you do. 

- Soft kisses. He’s usually pretty gentle and sweet with you no matter what you’re doing. 

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing or sitting together. 

- The two of you usually cuddle with you nearly laying on top of him, your legs tangled together and his arms wrapped around you. Sometimes his hands will drift to your hair and begin to play with it as you’re doing so, lulling you to sleep if you weren't already. 

- Viktor likes you for you, even if you cant understand why. Your appearance is irrelevant to him, he fell in love with your personality and interests before anything else.  

- Writing to each other during the school year. 

- Visiting each other during summer and your school breaks. 

- Getting spoken to in Bulgarian and occasionally giggling fondly as he messes up English words/names in some adorable way. He doesn’t mind when you “laugh at him” since he loves seeing your smile, and because he thinks it’s cute when you tease him. 

- Considering it’s his first language, he usually calls you some Bulgarian term of endearment, things like lyubima or dushichka, or just your name; probably mispronounced if it’s not easy.

- Helping him with his English and showing him non-Bulgarian things. 

- Your boyfriends a pure blood who goes to a school that only admits purebloods so I’d say that he’s probably clueless when it comes to muggle stuff. So if you’re partially muggle then you have a lot of stuff that you can show him. He also has a bit of stuff that he can show you as well, things most non-purebloods don't know about.

- Checking him over and staying with him after his matches. He always tries to insist that he’s fine, even when he’s spitting out blood that’s coming from his own nose and struggling to look up at you through a black eye. 

- Kissing bruises and tracing scars. He’s always got a fresh set of black and blues after each of his games. 

- Getting taught how to play Quidditch and/or fly like him, you’ll probably have to convince him to teach you how to fly though. 

- Following his games. 

- Practically always having a a ticket to his matches. He’s very fond of seeing you out in the stands or meeting up with you after the game, pressing a kiss to your temple before he heads off to the showers. 

- Always having bragging rights because your dating Viktor fucking Krum. You usually try not to exercise the ability too much, though your friends/family might do it for you. 

- Despite the fact that he’s incredibly skilled on a broomstick, something tells me that he isn’t the most graceful when he’s on the ground. He’s occasionally like a bull in a china shop, clumsily knocking things over; though he does manage to catch them given his set of skills, and/or tripping over things. 

- Viktor has a naturally grumpy face and disposition but you can almost always tell the minute he spots you because of the way he straightens up, his face softening and his lips subtly quirking up. Its really quite sweet to watch. 

- He’s usually pretty taciturn and silent with people but you’re one of the few that he speaks enthusiastically to. The two of you can have long conversations with each other about anything and everything; despite the slight language barrier.

- He watches you a lot, even when you’re doing the most mundane things possible. He just thinks you’re really pretty and is absolutely smitten with you.

- He’s used to people praising him but every once in a while, you’ll give him some sort of compliment and he’ll get a little shy because of it. You always find it funny, watching him try to suppress his smile, scratching the back of his neck and trying to humbly brush off your words. Its cute.

- Being picked up and spun around, particularly in hugs and especially after you haven’t seen each other for a while. 

- Going with him on his walks and watching him train. He likes having you walk beside him in the afternoon/morning so that the two of you can talk while he stretches. 

- Playing in the snow together. He rarely gets cold so he’ll constantly be giving you his hat and similar things when you mention how chilly it is. 

- Dates at tourist attractions and his favorite Bulgarian places. They’re usually cozy, somewhat private areas that the two of you can enjoy each others company in.

- Taking long walks. It’s where you do a lot of your talking; oftentimes finding somewhere or something to do along the way or just continuing to roam around and enjoy each other’s company.

- Going swimming or rowing or maybe ice skating together, depending on the time of year; even though he probably swims in freezing water for fun.

- Hot springs and mountain climbing. He likes impressing you with his country and the different things that you can do there.

- Candle and firelit days/nights. At certain points of the year, his country doesn’t get a ton of light during the day so the two of you huddle by the fire and talk. Sometimes you’ll read to him, other times his family comes in and tells you stories. Regardless, you have very fond memories surrounding fire.

- Being his date for everything. I’m sure that he’s supposed to go to quite a few parties which he always asks you to accompany him to. It’s quite interesting being surrounded by players, coaches and famous people, being hounded by reporters and riding in carriages with him. There was definitely a ton of pictures taken of the two of you during your first outing together.

- He coaxes you into letting loose and having fun. He loves seeing you happy; your smile is his favorite sight in the world.

- A true gentleman. Viktor is always the sweetest with you, pulling out chairs, opening doors, quite literally carrying you over puddles. He knows exactly how to treat a woman and is old fashioned in the very best way. 

- Little gifts. He’ll either send some in the post or present them to you a bit sheepishly yet excitedly when you visit him. 

- Viktor doesn’t really have “true” friends; and he can only see you in person for so long, so when you’re with him, he’s quite clingy and eager to do everything with you; even if it’s just you doing something and him watching. 

- Viktor can get quite jealous but he’s usually pretty reasonable about it, trying his best not to make himself look like a fool. He’ll confront the person he’s jealous of, taking them aside and asking them about their intentions. They’re usually intimidated enough by him to leave you alone after that; if their intentions were to actually get with you. 

- Since he’s kind of a catch, he knows that he doesn't have to be jealous over most people but some people; particularly “pretty boys”, can occasionally catch him off guard. He’ll find himself glaring at them even harder than usual, clenching his jaw until he plasters on a more friendly face when you come to his side. 

- He’s incredibly protective of you, he was even before the two of you actually started dating. He was/is always standing up to people for you, warding them off and defending you; even if you are technically in the wrong. The minute he see’s you, he’s walking up and joining your side, keeping close in case anything happens; and just because he likes your company. 

- The two of you generally don’t fight all that much; you don’t necessarily have enough time with each other to fight. He’ll argue with you, maybe give you the silent treatment if you’re really having a fight but he usually can’t stand to be away from you for too long. 

- Sometimes, in the middle of fighting, he’ll realize that he’s wrong, going quiet and looking at you, blinking a few times before blatantly saying “I’m wrong”, causing you to laugh. He’ll rub his head, furrow his brows and somewhat grimace, saying a “sorry” for whatever it is he did wrong. 

- When you’re having a real fight, you’ll probably be giving each other the silent treatment, even in your letters. Finally, one lone letter comes in and your heart skips a beat against your better judgement.

- If you’re in person with each other then he’ll keep watching you; especially if you’re around other guys, being respectful and giving you your space. The only problem is that he doesn’t know when it’s time to stop and come to you; especially if he wasn’t angry himself. You’ll probably have to approach him first and ask if you can talk so that things can go back to normal. 

- A little ways into your relationship, he’ll drop the first “I love you” and then continue to tell you that he does quite a bit. He’s not an incredibly verbal person but he loves letting you know how much you mean to him; especially if he gets to hear it back. 

- He wanted to marry you practically the minute he saw you so yeah, it’s safe to say that he’s planning out your future together. Your relationship might be a tad bit difficult but honey, he’s going to make it work!

[patchesthegothictramp]

Feather Seeker and the Okinawa Jail

So anyone who’s been talking to me knows Feather Seeker is a game that’s perked my interest from the get-go, and I’ve been thinking of talking about it for a while. Now that I’ve been able to replay Royal and play Strikers, some other things have come out in the meantime and I’ve been paying more attention to additional media, I want to make a meta post about Feather Seeker, the Okinawa jail from Strikers and it’s connection to Akechi specifically. Be warned, this ended up being a very long post.

Let’s start with just getting a few questions out of the way:

Isn’t it just a mini game made to raise your stats?

Yes, absolutely, it’s optional and honestly if you don’t care for playing the video games it’s easy to miss. I don’t think it was honestly intended to be some massive breakthrough on a character’s backstory but rather an Easter egg that gets you to think about it.

It’s just about Neo-Featherman, there’s references to it in all persona games, so why is this one different?

It’s not different. There’s been plenty of times when Easter eggs have led to something bigger in this game, even specifically featherman ones. There’s an episode of Featherman that describes exactly what happens in the 3rd semester, where a character loves another so strongly it brings them back to life. Now whether you want to apply that to Futaba and her mum, Ren and Akechi or whoever it still fits- there’s an entire semester where at least one character loves another one and wishes them back to life through Maruki’s power. So having another piece of media, like the Feather Seeker game, be another allusion to something else isn’t entirely unjustified.

Feather Seeker is just detailed cos it’s about Featherman, why are you comparing it to other games?

See, here’s the thing and why I needed a second playthrough to make sure I was right about it. Feather Seeker is the odd one out. All of the games have some kind of plot or something going on (except for Golf sim but y’know... it’s a golf sim), but they’re all very, very basic things. Train of Life is just board game with very simple characters, the Goemon game has you just walking through hell but doesn’t really go more in depth with characterisation. Whereas you find out so much about what’s going on with Gray Pigeon and Osagiri in Feather Seeker that it feels a little… weird to simply ignore it. Do I think that the simplest answer, that they just wanted some plot in there for fun, is the right answer? Honestly I think that’s highly likely. But it’s the boring explanation too, it’s easy enough to just write any kind of intrigue like that, so whether what I’m writing about was intentional or not, I still want to discuss Feather Seeker and see people’s own thoughts on the possibility that it could be more than just a basic game.

So with that out of the way… let’s get into it.

First, there’s establishing who’s who. I can pretty confidently say that Gray Pigeon is Akechi in this entire metaphor. This one is the most obvious for multiple reasons, first of which being that it’s the exact same costume Akechi gets in the featherman outfits DLC so there’s the direct correlation there. Beyond that, Gray Pigeon is a character who awakens to a new power and wants to become a hero of justice, just like the feathermen, the hero’s he’s heard about before. Ring any bells?

Also the final revelation of Feather Seeker is that actually the Feathermen see Gray Pigeon as their enemy, who ends up sacrificing himself so they can keep fighting.

Which brings me to discussing who Osagiri and the Feathermen are. Given the timeline presented, I don’t think it’s possible for them to be one specific character or even group of characters. I think these aren’t supposed to be characters, but rather the major influences in Akechi’s life. Osagiri is a scientist (possibly Wakaba, I’ll get into that later), but also the one who pushes him to do bad things. Osagiri starts by training Gray Pigeon to become one of the Feathermen, the good guys, but eventually ends up manipulating Gray Pigeon into trying to kill them. Osaigir at the bare minimum has to be two people- the cognitive scientists who were able to uncover more thanks to Akechi’s escapades in the metaverse and the people who pushed him to commit crimes- the conspiracy.

The Feathermen, at the end of the game, have to be the Phantom Thieves- they’re the ones Gray Pigeon/Akechi ends up sacrificing himself to save but… that can’t be possible. Gray Pigeon’s journey starts with him gaining a new power and wanting to use it for good like the Feathermen do and of course the Phantom Thieves weren’t an inspiration for Akechi to do what he did. I think then the Feathermen are what Akechi aspired to be- the heroes of justice who fought the bad guys.

I can’t lead myself to believe that at 15, Akechi thought of this overly convoluted plan where he would help Shido to become prime minister only to then ruin him, there’s way too many factors in this that could change. I think originally Akechi wanted to avenge what happened to him and his mother, make sure that the man who wronged him would face justice. That’s what the Feathermen would do, right? They fight bad guys. Translating it from Feather Seeker, Akechi was angry, furious even and that rebellion woke hm up to Robin Hood, the embodiment of justice for him.

There’s plenty things that point to Robin Hood being first, his placement when Akechi awakens to Hereward on 2/2 being in the same spot as everyone else’s, the fact that for all of the other Thieves their third tier personas are different versions of their initials personas and that applies to Hereward/Robin Hood and that the trend of initial/second awakening personas is that the first is a fictional who was considered a criminal (Robin Hood) and the second is described in game as a ‘mythological trickster’ (Loki).

Here is where I want to get to the Okinawa jail and why I didn’t post this theory/metapost sooner.

I mentioned earlier that Osagiri could have been in some part Wakaba, Futaba’s mother, and when I initially wrote this I didn’t have all that much to go off of. There’s concept art in the original p5 artbook of Wakaba experimenting on someone. There’s no context given and it’s sort of the odd-one-out. Of course, human subjects would have been necessary to study the cognitive world but this research is so under wraps it seems it’s almost impossible to get. There’s no military connotations anywhere so why is it such a secret? Well, illegal human experimentation would certainly be a good reason to keep this away from the public. They must have figured out somehow that killing a shadow can cause a lot of damage, even death, to a person, we know that from the research notes, but Wakaba was a scientist, working in a lab, she must’ve done experiments that weren’t entirely legal.

Here I wasn’t sure because accusing Wakaba or anyone of illegal human experimentation was a pretty big reach but the Okinawa jail in Strikers shows us that illegal human experimentation is something that was used for cognitive research. I don’t think that Akechi was experimented on there or that was where Wakaba worked, there’s no indication of it but… Konoe and Owada seemed to build on the work that Shido and his scientists began. That being said, I think the Okinawa lab is a continuation of that human experimentation, with whatever lab Wakaba worked in being its predecessor before Shido probably shut it down to prevent it from ever being discovered. Which is also why he had Wakaba killed- the research was only meant for him and no one else.

Beyond what we see in Feather Seeker of Osagiri/sometimes Wakaba experimenting on Gray Pigeon/Akechi, we’re also told (albeit this is of course biased information), that he only targeted people he deemed deserved it but… Wakaba is the odd one out here for the most part. Okumura was hardly a good person and the principal decided covered for a sexual abuser, most of the others were survivors except for accidents which are mostly uncontrollable and unpredictable. Wakaba however, like Kobayakawa and Okumura, were targets that were supposed to die, Akechi intended to kill them. How then was Wakaba a bad person? Illegal human experimentation would explain that, especially if it was done on Akechi himself.

So then, Akechi was experimented on by Wakaba. I don’t think he was fully informed about what he was doing either. Gray Pigeon certainly wasn’t. Akechi was still trying to be a good person, using his power for his own vengeance yeah but I don’t think murdering random people was part of his initial plan at all. I think that Feather Seeker also emphasises just how little he knew about what his actions were doing. How would he know what his effects of shadows are on the real world? He could only know that from the scientists, from Shido. Of course he did find out, eventually, and that rage he must have felt about being used and lied to gave him the power to awaken to Loki, as Futaba puts it, the representation of his anger. It’s only then that he forms his plan, to get back at Shido for all of this, not just him abandoning him and his mother but for using him for his own means as well.

And we know how the rest of the story goes.

The overall story presented in Feather Seeker, as I see it, is this: Akechi awakens to Robin Hood, and realises that his anger is no longer a hopeless endeavour, he can use it, show that he’s useful and get acknowledged by his father. Shido sees this, sees that he can use this power and subjects him to experimentation, as someone who can actually survive the cognitive world and even have an impact on it. Wakaba sees what he can do, tests him but he’s never told what he’s done. He’s manipulated through praise and lack of information. One day he does find out, he realises this wasn’t getting him any closer to vengeance or getting acknowledged by Shido, he’s just another test subject being used by them. He’s angry, he awakens to Loki and now with the unique power of psychotic breakdowns, Shido recognises him and hires him as his assassin.

Granted this is all just my own theory, I think there is a lot pointing us to at least something similar but of course I also think this is wishful thinking as well. At this moment, my biggest wish is that Atlus makes a game that actually delves into what happened to Akechi. All the explicit information we have is given to us from biased sources, ie. Akechi himself, and it’s really the only question I have left for persona 5’s continuity.

[kilodelart]

Some sketches of Fibonacci

When they became more comfortable among ponies and confident at being an individual instead of a drone they started wearing a vale as opposed to shapeshifting.

Most of the changelings I've Role Played have played a role in exploring my identity. [Heads up this became a much bigger post than I thought it would be.]

King Silk was just supposed to be an idealized version of my self. They ended up being a foundation I'd move on from. A lot of me is still in Silk, but they no longer are a mirror image. They are probably better than the real me though. They certainly shared some of my weaknesses. Its funny, have I never created the character of Silk, I may have instead ended up being just like him.

Venom Web was supposed to be the opposite of myself, I gave myself permission to explore ideas and concepts completely contrary to me as I knew myself. This was very important to discovering parts of myself I would never have had any reason to investigate. Their gender flopped back and fourth as my religious trauma started kicking in and I thought that even pretending to be a girl in a story based game was an act of evil. I had incredible ammounts of guilt over this character.

Affection Seeker wasn't meant to be me, and I don't think she ever was, but she was the first dedicated female character. I no longer cared if my characters were girls, it seemed more right. Affection seeker was vital in introducing me to more openminded people and new friends.

Fibonacci might be the most important. It was while playing them in D&D that I realized I was Trans. I've often locked myself into "trans woman" although genderfluid or non-binary might be a better description. Some parts of me don't quite sit well with that. Its probably more "your going to go to hell for wearing a dress!" garbage.

I never tied Fibonacci down to a gender, I refused to do that, they've sometimes been gender fluid or a-gender, but always non-binary.

I think one reason I love paying D&D is because I don't need to hide in the closet, and I think that's why Fibonacci refuses to shapeshift now. They know some people will look at them and think: "What a horrible monster" but they are brave enough to deal with that now, and hopefully I will be one day to.

But whatever my real gender may be, I don't think it actually matters at the end of the day I am me. And this is my Modling. She represents who I am at any given moment. Whatever that may be.

[theewildflowers]

dramione fanfic recs

I’ve fallen into the Dramione fanfiction hole lately due to a friend’s recent obsession with Dramione and Draco Malfoy tik tok, so I wanted share some favorite stories I’ve read, especially with those who are also new to the pairing. Many of the fics below are pretty popular within the fandom, but maybe there will be something new as well for those who come across this post.

I’ve included the rating and word count in parenthesis, and the fics are set in the magical universe unless otherwise noted. Please mind the tags when you click through—many fics may have triggers. Happy reading!

wait and hope by mightbewriting (M, 95k) “Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?” Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly displeased with the recent series of events. “He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”

Part of the Wait and Hope story universe. Draco’s POV, Beginning and End, is a WIP. (I’ve read and reread Wait and Hope multiple times in a few weeks span, so it’s safe to say that it’s my favorite Dramione story universe.)

the politician’s wife by Pir8fancier (M, 66k) This story is set twenty-three years after the fall of Voldemort. Our main characters are Ministry employees, middle-aged, and the majority of them not very happy. (This was the first Dramione fic I’ve ever read and is still one of my favorites)

the right thing to do by LovesBitca8 (E, 176k) Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl. Part of the Rights and Wrongs story universe (highly recommend Draco’s POV, All the Wrong Things, as well).

remain nameless by HeyJude19 (E, WIP) The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence.

seeker fit by selinyu and etlithien (T, 2.6k) “Will the Head Girl grace the pitch with her presence for today’s match?” The timbre of Malfoy’s cool lilting drawl slid down Hermione’s spine. I recommend all the fics in the SenLithien Dramione Collaboration collection.

breath mints / battle scars by Onyx_and_Elm (E, 148k) For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes.

apple pies and other amends by ToEatAPeach (M, 76k) It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing:  she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

clean and marked by olivieblake (M, 118k and 178k) Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising." Basically a sixth year retelling.

the best of me by MrsRen (E, 148k) Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

fortuitous by MrsRen (M, 93k) Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need.

bring him to his knees by Musyc (E, WIP) Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.

looking glass by kyonomiko (M, 99k) No one knows what happened to Draco Malfoy in the final battle, but, when his portrait shows up at Harry Potter's house, it's readily assumed he didn't make it. Hermione's perspective on the wizard starts to change as she learns more about who he really was. The more she knows, the more tragic his apparent demise seems to be.

isolation by bex-chan (E, 264k) He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!"

thirty-five by raven_maiden (M, 2.3k) It's Draco Malfoy's birthday, and you'd think he'd have some say in the matters concerning his birthday. Then again, the will of four other Malfoys is hard to overcome. Part of Meet the Malfoys collection.

apples & cream by LovesBitca8 (E, 1.4k) She could have taken her things and gone through his Floo without a word. She could have ignored him on Monday morning, as though last night had been no more than a fever dream and too much Firewhisky. But she’d come back to bed.

universal truths by scullymurphy (E, 145k, pride & prejudice inspired AU) Hermione Granger is a woman of intelligence and spirit. Draco Malfoy is a man of wealth and privilege. When they meet again, a decade after the second great wizarding war—they are not impressed. But when circumstances throw them together, dislike turns to attraction, attraction turns to passion and passion may turn into something more... If they can stay out of their own way and let love take its course.

my brown-eyed girl by PacificRimbaud (M, 2k) "Give it up, Granger. We've had our N.E.W.T. results for a week. What can possibly have earned your continued academic devotion in the last four days of term?" Draco and Hermione have a lazy snuggle in the grass behind the Quidditch pitch.

bite marks by provactive_envy (E, 19.4k, muggle AU) Draco’s mouth falls open. He clutches his cookie and ignores the shower of crumbs littering his grey cashmere fingerless gloves. He can’t decide if he wants to fuck this girl or fight with her. Maybe both? Maybe at the same time?

thirteenth night by Nelpher (M, 78k) When Hermione is assigned to keep tabs on a memory-charmed Draco, she is faced with a decision that could change her life forever.

familiar faces, worn out places by LovesBitca8 (E, 7k) “You are at St. Mungo’s. You were in a coma.” He looks me over again, taking a pause. “I am a Healer here now,” he says, like it explains something. My fingers stretch, drifting across his sleeve. He looks down, like I’ve thrown mud at him. Forcing my vocal chords together for the first time, I whisper, “What’s your name?”

bone mortar by mightbewriting (M, 10k, muggle AU) Draco clenched his teeth, forcing sharp, shallow breaths through his nose as he ripped open the door to his usual lecture hall only to find— someone at his desk. Well, he supposed it was technically less his desk and more the desk as he didn’t actually own this particular classroom. But since he’d taught in it for the last four semesters in a row he at least felt like he’d earned common law ownership of some sort.

of mongolian fireflies and russian sharpclaws by barnettdidit (T, 37k) As colleagues for the F.A.U.C.E.T. (Fetching And Uncovering Creatures Experiencing Terror) department, Draco and Hermione have had their fair share of arguments. When they face their hardest case yet, mixed with an odd swarm of fireflies that glow in the colour according to how they feel about each other, Hermione is struggling to keep a straight mind.

a muggle-born magic by Musyc (M, 50k, regency era AU) Physician's daughter Hermione Granger finds herself in need of a way to pay off her father's debts after his death. Draco Malfoy, retired from the politics of the Isolationists, a group of pure-bloods bent on separating 'true' magic from lesser folk, finds himself in need of a tutor for his son, Scorpius, who appears to be incapable of magic and must learn to survive in a world without it. Draco also needs a wife and mother for Scorpius, to satisfy a promise to his unwell father. After she saves his son from an attack by Isolationists, Draco hires the Muggle-born Miss Granger for the former, and after a riot in Vauxhall Gardens and a scandalous discovery made by his mother, weds that selfsame Muggle-born for the latter. While making the best of her marriage of (in)convenience, Hermione discovers that Scorpius' history of wild imaginings and dreams is more than just imagination. As she attempts to teach him about magical abilities no one expected he would ever have, she and Draco work together to raise Scorpius and learn to trust each other.

aurelian by BittyBlueEyes (T, 255k) Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

malfoy shrugged by uselessenglishmajor (E, 11k) February 14th is just another day at the office for Hermione Granger. Shame no one else got the memo.

distance by In_Dreams (T, 138k) She’s a novice Unspeakable trying to earn her stripes. He’s a shafted Auror desperate to prove himself. When they end up forced together on a shared assignment, neither is willing to back down. But when the mission pulls them into an ancient world of mystery and adventure, they find themselves depending on each other in a race against time.

nonscents by In_Dreams (M, 10k) Granger's Amortentia smells like him and Draco can't understand why. More importantly, he can't let her figure it out.

correspondence by olivieblake (T, 5k) Every year, Draco insists that Hermione take a picture for their Christmas card. Why? Hell if she knows, but if it will make him happy, so be it.

sandalwood and gardenias by secondbutton (E, 9k) A balanced fragrance of sandalwood and something musky and earthy followed him like a shroud. Draco Malfoy smelled like a magical forest’s best kept secret. Like the moment following a storm when the sun peeks back over the clouds and living beings stop what they’re doing and pause to marvel at being able to roam outside again. It was a crisp top note with more robust undertones, and just a hint of sweetness. She thought she might love the scent if it lived on anyone else other than him.

[fang-wolfsbane]

Transformers Generation One: A Seeker's Triangle: Chapter 02: Missing Memories

“Cover it!”

“Stabilise the thrusters!”

“Somebot come and help me with this!”

“Blade!”

“Star!”

Skywarp lurched upright. His servo resting on his chassis. Frag, he’d lost count of how many times he watched the asteroids slice into the side of the Autobot ship, tearing it open faster than a fine-tuned laser.

He remembered falling against the starboard side of the Ark, watching as both Autobots and Decepticons were yanked from the hole in the port side like dolls from a sparkling’s playhouse. One of them had been a recruit placed under his care. A femme.

No matter who he had asked after helping bring his fellows back online with th Autobots’ computerised assistant, Teletraan One, none had claimed to see her. After reporting his lack of information regarding the femme’s whereabouts to his father, Megatron, he had ended up with a visit to the medical bay and a mockery from his eldest brother, Starscream. He had made certain to repay his brother’s ‘kind advice’ with a fist to the faceplate. It had only been because of their younger brother, Thundercracker, interfering that they had broken up their fight.

All he remembered from the rest of that night was downing the little energon they had managed to steal from what the inhabitants of their prisoner planet, Earth, had called an oil rig. The inhabitants themselves had been disgusting little squiggly creatures that ran into the Autobots’ embrace the moment they showed up. He hadn’t bothered to stick around to hear what they were called, and frankly, he didn’t care.

Sighing, Skywarp sat up on his temporary berth. A pile of crates abandoned in a mineshaft that he had to fight his brothers and fellow comrades for. Megatron and Starscream had taken the deeper, cosier, corners of the mine for themselves.

It was times like this that he wished for a fellow companion beside him, if only to warm his protoform as it was freezing from the cold wind blowing in through the surprisingly large entrance. At this point he didn’t care if it was mech or femme. He hadn’t tried it voice his offer to any of his comrades. On his way to his ‘room’ the previous night, he had overheard Blitzwing mentioning to Astrotrain that he would have tried his luck with their only femme if she had still been around, even if he had to do so by force. He hadn’t known whether to reprimand or pity the mech. Blitzwing was certainly handsome, by Cybertronian standards, but the shapeshifting femme wasn’t one to toss away her armour at the mention of a pretty faceplate either.

Come to think of it, he’d never heard of the femme showing interest towards any of them, at least, not in the more private, intimate way. She had joined in on their mocking of each other about berthroom habits or situations but had never so much as mentioned taking a mech or even femme into hers. Each time one of the mechs tried their luck, she would simply shut them down, and if things got too intense after a cube or two of high grade, the femme, always sober, would put them in their place with a couple of manoeuvres he had personally taught her, along with a couple of others she claimed her frame simply remembered on its own despite not having any memory of it.

That part had always bothered him. One day he and his trine, Starscream and Thundercracker, had been going over a new strategy to try and raid an Autobot stockpile, when Megatron came in out of nowhere, a black and green coloured femme at his side, no older than somebot barely out of her teenage frame.

Starscream, ever his charming self, had resorted to taunting their father for taking an interest in the younger generation. A glare from the grey mech had shut him up with a push against the femme’s backplating, sending her stumbling into his brother’s blue arms with the order to train her to be one of them.

His brother had made a comment about having no interest in femmes that fell at his peds and shoved her over into Skywarp’s purple coloured arms instead. The femme had still wanted to make a retort when Starscream swaggered off with Thundercracker at his side, flashing a sympathetic smile towards the two of them.

Needless to say, neither had much to say to each other, which had made getting to know her strengths and weaknesses far harder than it needed to be, especially with her claim that she could remember nothing about how Megatron found her in the first place. She had claimed to already have been seen to by their resident – well, more like ex-resident at this point – head scientist, Shockwave, who had claimed that even he didn’t know how to fix her memory chips. Personally, he found it hard to believe but hadn’t pressed the matter. If Megatron didn’t need her memory chips intact, then neither did he.

He’d contemplated simply leaving her to her own devices and claiming ignorance when she messed up on her own, but the way she fidgeted had annoyed him enough to the point where he took her outside their old base and asked to see what she was capable of. And Primus, was she capable.

She asked for a couple of forms to scan, which, with some difficulty, he had provided for her. she had scanned them all one after another and changed into each and every one. Normally one bott could scan up to one form, with the rare exception of triplechangers, and be forced to stick with it for at least a decacycle, but there she had been, changing like it was nothing to her, even different types of alternate modes, sky, land and liquid-based. When he asked for her to switch in between, she hadn’t even needed to re-scan them. She claimed to be a shapeshifter, the first of her kind. How that had come to be, she claimed to not know either.

That night when he had asked Megatron for a smidge more information, his father had shrugged and claimed to not know either, only that Skywarp was to take her to Shockwave for further study whenever the scientist requested he do so. She hadn’t been too thrilled about the prospect of being poked and prodded like some lab experiment, but if there was one thing the cyclops bot did, it was staying professional. He had asked her to remove her armour multiple times, but it had always been in Skywarp’s presence, and not once did he go near her chassis or undercover plating. He even let her attach the diodes to measure certain function waves herself, only telling her where to place them and how to lock them in so that they didn’t slip during their sessions.

He had to hand it to the scientist. If it had been him, he’d have insisted on doing it himself with the claim that she would be too ignorant to handle the process. Each time she caught him staring for a little too long, one of Shockwave’s more blunt tools would find a target on the side of his helm. Whenever Skywarp scowled and demanded Shockwave restrain the femme, the scientist had simply ignored him with a comment about her being in the right to defend her dignity from his pervasive optics. Those sessions had usually ended with her demanding that Skywarp wait outside until they were done. Shockwave was inclined to agree each time.

He hadn’t realised that he’d been smirking to himself over the memories until Thundercracker came up behind him and placed a servo on his shoulder plating, yanking him from the thought of that feisty femme’s glare.

“Good recharge?” his younger brother asked, sliding into step beside him.

Skywarp huffed. “If only. It’s so fragging cold down here, I swear I’ve lost all feeling below my cod piece.”

Thundercracker merely chuckled, regaining his brother’s smile. Out of his multitude of brothers, Thundercracker was the only one that Skywarp ever felt he could really confide in. The others had their moments, but most of the time it seemed like too much of a chore to even attempt a form of conversation with them.

Their father hadn’t made it any easier either, always pitting them up against one another to see who would have the honour of taking over his throne one day. So far, whether he was deserving of it or not, Starscream had his greedy little servos flexing for the opportunity. They all knew it was only because Starscream was the first Decepticon prince that he wasn’t tossed out into the cold permanently.

The two of them reached their miniature energon storage, each taking a cube to try and quell the hunger grumbling in their abdomens. The bitter aftertaste didn’t help either. If it weren’t for their short supply or the difficulty in attaining it, he would have tossed it aside and led a raid on the inhabitant of this planet until they found something a bit more to their liking.

Megatron had forbidden any attacks on their own, especially after Starscream’s usual blunder that had ensured the Autobots knew they were still online, but he had also given them the mission to find their fellows wherever they could and to return them back to their mine base so that they could replenish their forces, if nothing else. It meant a tighter restraint on their supply, but with more bots on their side, the higher their chances were of increasing their supply. And if they just so happened to run into a potential energon supply along the way… well, there was no way they’d get into bigger trouble than Starscream would.

Tossing the rest of the pink-coloured fuel down his throat, Skywarp slung his arm around his brother’s neck, nearly causing him to spill his portion. Frankly, he’d be saving him the disgust.

“What do you say we go out and stretch our wings a little?” Skywarp asked, his lips pulling into a cunning smirk he’d had eons to perfect. Thundercracker only eyed his older brother, holding onto his cube a little tighter.

He nodded.

[the-odd-job]

Up in Flames chapter 22 - My Roots, My Roots (Ashes Part 2)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Megatron, Sideswipe, Shockwave, Flatline, Original Character Additional Tags: Dubcon, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 4065

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Alright, so. Having a sparkling sawing itself off your spark? Hurt like all pit. Now he knew and could never do that again.

Not that he would’ve really done it the first time either, if there hadn’t been an… Accident. And yet, he could have entirely avoided the whole ordeal by snuffing that accident when it was still so small he would’ve barely felt it.

He hadn’t, though. Clearly he was as insane as everyone thought he was.

Granted, he hadn’t exactly foreseen how far off tracks his life was going to go just because of that one tiny decision: to keep or to not keep. Maybe he should’ve seen it coming, all things considered. What had he expected? That he could just carry and deliver the sparkling without anything changing? Maybe hand it over to Megatron at the other end and be done with the whole thing?

Chances were he never had thought any of it through and had just acted, reacting to situations as they came without many considerations for the consequences. Just as long as things worked out in the moment, no? Never to worry about how the future was going to work, until it suddenly didn’t work at all anymore. Megatron dropping a nuke on his old life the way he had he could’ve taken. Oh, he wasn’t happy about it, but he could take it.

What the Autobots had done after? That he wasn’t willing to just take. Why? Was he that concerned over the sparkling’s safety? Wasn’t he supposed to be too selfish for things like that?

But for Primus’ sake, it was his. What else was he meant to do, say, and think?

It was his.

Which was, admittedly, more than a little weird. Becoming a creator, or a commissioner, or a mentor had never really been something he had had an interest in. He couldn’t avoid the creator part now, but…

He could still walk away. No one was holding him. Megatron had made it clear enough that they were free to do what they liked to, now. Or were in theory—who actually knew how the Decepticons might react to their decisions in practice. 

But he was yet to even try to go and leave it all behind—the Decepticons, the sparkling. Megatron.

Megatron the absolute slagturd. Who the frag did he think he was? The wannabe leader of Cybertron, sure, already commandeering an entire army, sure, one of the most powerful mecha anywhere in the galaxy no matter which way you looked at it, fragging sure–

But that didn’t give him the right to just… Just… Take control of his life to the extent he had, do all the things he had, then throw that all away because they’d reached the end of their agreement. 

Megatron hadn’t left Cybertron yet, but neither had he… Invited either him or Sideswipe into his quarters. Had he done so to Sunstreaker, and oh, he would’ve torn the damn mech a new one. Or tried to. That tended to work out so well, but the point wasn’t to succeed, it was to give Megatron an undeniable piece of his mind. 

But noooo, he couldn’t be given the chance. Instead they were in the quarters they’d had since their arrival here, him and Sideswipe… And the sparkling, now. It was cuddled against his side, and that was… Going to take some getting used to. 

Sideswipe was infinitely amused by him right then, and Sunstreaker glared off to the side where his twin frame’s optics were glowing on the other side of the sparkling. Neither of them was recharging, mostly because Sunstreaker couldn’t chill out enough to not kick himself straight out of any recharge cycle he initiated. Part of that was probably the sparkling, its presence so foreign that his entirely overactive self-defense protocols didn’t know what the fuck they were supposed to do about it. 

Or maybe it was unfair to blame his problems on it and not place them directly at his own pedes and the spark deep aggravation Megatron had seated in him. He was damn offended!

And Sideswipe found that absolutely hilarious, as much as he kept quiet about it for the sparkling’s sake. It was very much recharging, and if he had to guess, pressed against him in part to keep itself warm. Cybertron was far on the cooler side of things even inside the compound—not enough so to make it impossible for their species to function, but it could get uncomfortable. Larger frames like theirs could create enough heat on their own that it didn’t really become an issue, but he imagined that for something as small as the sparkling, things got a bit chilly. Its fans weren’t running and all of the vents it could close it had closed.

The sound of its frame was so… Diminutive, too. It wasn’t the quiet rumble like those of his and Sideswipe’s, but he couldn’t rightly call it just a whine, either.

Whatever it was, Sideswipe thought it was cute, but then he thought practically everything about the sparkling was cute.  

It was an odd little creature, Sunstreaker had to admit that much. Very… Intense, despite its small size. There was calculation in its optics, and Sunstreaker couldn’t tell what for. Was it just heavily judging everyone without any proper reference point to judge others based on, or was its battle programming already at work despite the fact it was a threat to absolutely no one? Because oh, it had inherited a few too many things related to combat from its creators.

To its credit, it did already bite Shockwave when the scientist got a little too handsy without a proper warning. Harmless, but delightful. Even Shockwave had commended it for that act of bravery and stupidity.

Just wait until it got bigger.

And its field? It was calm, but only in the way weather was before a storm. He liked to think it wasn’t dumb enough to unleash whatever it was holding back because indeed, it was absolutely defenseless and could’ve gotten crushed beneath a carelessly placed pede, but clearly it already had… Spirit.

Not that he had ever doubted that, after carrying the damn thing. He’d gotten quite up close and personal with it over the course of that process. But even so, he wasn’t in a position to predict how having a physical shell would affect how its spark’s qualities would manifest—especially considering Flatline had already stated the obvious, that its programming was non-standard.

And a little messed up on top of it all. 

Such a special bundle.

But it was small. Too proud to agree to be carried anywhere, but the fact it didn’t even come up to his knee meant it had to jog to keep up with them even when they were walking slowly. At least it was smart enough to stick close to the walls, and to always keep either himself or Sideswipe between it and anyone else who might not be so aware of their surroundings that they wouldn’t accidentally kick it.

Although it looked like everyone was keeping a pretty close watch of their pedes, likely because of who the little thing’s creators were. If Sunstreaker hadn’t slagged them, Megatron certainly would have.

They got to the rec room without incidents at the end of that very poorly recharged recharge cycle, despite passing a couple of Seekers on the way. Sideswipe picked a table after a detour to the energon dispenser and the sparkling, with great difficulty, hauled itself up on the seat next to him, but Sunstreaker had his attention elsewhere.

Megatron was present in the room as well, speaking with Shockwave by the furthest wall. Sunstreaker didn’t give too many thoughts to why the tyrant would be present, if it was to fuel or for something else—all he cared about was that the damn mech was around, and he immediately beelined for him.

His rather furious field announced him before anything else and both Megatron and Shockwave turned to look, both as unimpressed. If that wasn’t the perfect thing to make him even angrier. He hadn’t expected anything else from Shockwave, naturally, but fragging Megatron…

“I see you haven’t left yet,” Megatron commented once he was a couple of steps away–

And fragging pits but that was it. Sue him but he was done with this bullshit. Megatron knew slagging well he hadn’t gone anywhere, that he was still with the warlord’s fucking sparkling–

Consequences? Who gave a fuck about those. There was a table next to Megatron, and now, it wouldn’t do to underestimate Megatron’s reflexes–

But Sunstreaker wasn’t exactly slow himself. He couldn’t reach the tyrant’s faceplates from the ground, but quick as they came, Sunstreaker had jumped against the table, using it as base to jump just that bit higher–

And ah, his fist connecting squarely with Megatron’s stupid face was so intensely satisfying.

Sunstreaker dropped back to the ground afterwards, but even his attempt to backpedal out of harm’s immediate way wasn’t quite quick enough. Megatron might not have seen that coming enough to block it, but he was very aware and very angry now. 

Just like Sunstreaker.

He dodged, but not fast enough. Megatron caught him by the shoulder and with all of his considerable strength–

Slammed him into the wall. He couldn’t silence his grunt as his backplates ground against his protoform, which in turn ground against his spinal strut. Rather uncomfortable, to say the least.

But just who had the bastard’s attention now, hm?  

“What,” Sunstreaker snarled even as he kicked up and hit Megatron somewhere in the leg, he didn’t care where, “you’ll let me get away with stabbing you, but punching’s a no-go?”

“Not in front of everyone, dear,” Megatron growled right back at him. Sunstreaker fought to suppress his grin, sneering instead and wrenching himself free and out of the way just in time for Megatron’s fist to connect with the wall where his helm had been.

That would’ve hurt.

But he wasn’t a coward or wont to quit things just because they got a bit rough. Before Megatron could stop him, he’d sank his claws into his side, as relatively little damage as he could do the tyrant’s impossibly thick armor.

Megatron made a grab at him again. He dodged with not an inch to spare.

Sideswipe didn’t have a cube to sip right then, but he would’ve really felt like sipping one when he watched Megatron and Sunstreaker once again go at it. If you asked him, Sunstreaker had every right to be pissed, though of course his brother was going to take his emotions and their unleashing to an extreme, no questions asked.

There was also no question about who was going to win this particular brawl, but that didn’t mean Megatron wouldn’t get to hurt quite a bit before they were done. Shockwave had moved well out of the way and everyone else kept their distance too, the occupants of the room watching the show with varying reactions. Some were shocked by Sunstreaker’s audacity, others just entertained, and a few took their cues from Sideswipe and didn’t show much reaction at all.

The sparkling was looking at him too, a bit of askance in its optics.

“That,” Sideswipe grinned, pointing at the quite vicious pair, “is called flirting.”

The sparkling considered him for a moment, probably integrated what the fuck the word even referred to–

And then nodded at him in full understanding before it went back to watching its creators slag each other, calm as they came.

Charming little thing, honestly. 

Megatron and Sunstreaker were about as charmed with each other, right then. There was growling, cussing and insults from Sunstreaker’s side as he worked through his grudge, Megatron meeting it all with a snarl and sometimes a question clearly aimed to chart what the pit had gotten into Sunstreaker this time. Sunstreaker sort of but not really answered those. See, communication! Make the other guess what they’d done wrong.

And just beat them up until they got the answer right. Though in all fairness and as expected, Sunstreaker was getting a little more beat up than Megatron. Not to say Megatron wasn’t gaining an impressive collection of claw marks and dents on him, but without going berserk, Sunstreaker wasn’t really a match to him. 

And he wasn’t going to risk it around the sparkling, knowing he became a threat to everyone and everything once he let go like that.

So, on the schedule was Sunstreaker getting royally messed up by one slightly confused and mostly angry Megatron. And was that blood? Oh, that was definitely blood.

Sideswipe might not have had a cube, but the sparkling sure was sipping from the little one it had while watching the show.

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Megatron didn't even bother getting repairs before storming off the entire planet. The twins had no such luxury, or rather, they didn't know if they wanted to do the same. Going back to Earth would've required Megatron's permission, else they'd scarcely have the ability to use the space bridge, but the rest of Cybertron? Supposedly free for them to roam as they pleased, if they wanted to.

Did they want to? That was what Sunstreaker considered long and hard while suffering through Flatline's repairs. Megatron was absolutely infuriating and it wasn't as if the sparkling needed them.

So what the fuck kept them here?

The sparkling was entertaining Sideswipe on the neighboring berth, the two of them plugged into the same datapad and playing some sort of competitive shooter. Sideswipe was winning so far by a rather wide margin, but that was slowly growing smaller as the sparkling figured out the game mechanics and the use of its own battle programming. It wouldn't threaten Sideswipe's skills anytime soon, but more important than that was its determination. It wasn't discouraged by the constant losses and only focused on the game all the harder because of them, the little optical ridges of its protoform scrunched down in utter concentration. It had undeniable tenacity, a quality that would serve it well.

But tenacity alone wouldn't keep it alive. "When can it be upgraded?" he halfway demanded from Flatline as the medic replaced some of the last of his armor pieces. He'd taken the fact his work on restoring their armors had gotten damaged in such a short order surprisingly well. Ratchet, or Hook for that matter, wouldn't have had an end to their complaints.

"The sparkling?" Flatline glanced up from his work, first at him, then at the sparkling itself, that had looked up too now that it was being discussed. "Anytime, really. If you want anything more experimental, Shockwave will have to do it, but I can handle the rest."

"Are there any limits?" Sideswipe asked, his mind already swirling with possibilities, each more outlandish than the previous. 

"Not really. If it's something that hasn't been done before, Shockwave and I will enjoy the challenge."

Had to wonder to what extent that actually held true, but at least they could work with mostly free hands. Sunstreaker turned to look at the sparkling. "Do you want to be upgraded?"

The sparkling considered him for a moment before nodding, carefully and deliberately. "I don't want to be small and helpless."

Sunstreaker nodded back, but when he was already going to say that settles it–

"I'll have someone contact Lord Megatron and make sure he agrees," Flatline said, and at the fragging reminder of that mech's existence and general influence levels, Sunstreaker went right back to ugly snarling. 

"Sire and carrier don't get along very well, do they?" the sparkling asked from his brother as they returned to their game.

"They're funny like that," came Sideswipe's flippant response. The sparkling thought about that for a moment like it tended to think about everything for a moment, before it took the answer and shrugged. 

They went to go back to their quarters once Flatline finished his repairs and gave the sparkling a checkup for good measure, not that there was anything wrong with it. The little thing trotted next to them as they walked the dark halls until they’d come to their room, without incident once again.

But preferably they wouldn’t need to worry about incidents quite so much soon enough.

Sunstreaker stopped once they were inside and turned to the sparkling. “I don’t see why your slagging sire wouldn’t say yes to your upgrades,” growl growl snarl, “so would you like to get started on designing them?”

The sparkling stared at him, but nodded after a bit of a delay. “Yes. Can I decide?”

Sunstreaker shrugged, but it was Sideswipe who answered. “It’s your frame, so, your call.”

“I withhold veto rights if it’s something ugly, though,” Sunstreaker tagged on as both him and Sideswipe sat on the berth, the sparkling doing some mountain climbing to follow them.

“I don’t want to be ugly,” it said with a little growl, managing to deposit itself onto the berth between them. They scooted back until they’d formed a circle and Sunstreaker pulled out his drawing pad, placing it in the middle, within his reach.

“Fear not, we won’t let you pick anything ugly,” Sideswipe laughed. Sunstreaker pulled up a basic skeleton he could start designing the frame features on, the sparkling watching the process raptly. “So, what would you like as general guidance?” his brother asked. “You’ve got files on standard upgrade processes somewhere in your helm, see if you can’t find them.”

The sparkling focused inward for a moment, by all appearances digging through its base education. They waited patiently until it nodded. “Found ‘em.”

“Awesome. Where do you wanna start?”

“Size,” it responded immediately and Sunstreaker deftly pulled images of both himself and Megatron onto the screen, positioning them next to the empty skeleton. The sparkling considered it for a moment—its files would have informed it that the larger the jump in size, the more difficult and time consuming it’d be to adjust to its newly upgraded frame.

Despite that, it eventually pointed, “I want to come up to sire’s hip.”

Sunstreaker increased the skeleton’s size until it was almost shoulder height to him and Sideswipe before he cocked an optical ridge at the little one. The sparkling nodded resolutely. “Like that.”

“No point in going slow, eh? What else?”

“I want to be spiky, like you and sire.”

Sideswipe laughed. “Now that’s the right aesthetic! Okay, let’s work Sunny’s magic and see what we get.”

There was an uptick to the corner of Sunstreaker’s mouth too, but he brought the stylus back to the screen and began to quickly sketch features onto the skeleton, adding sharp points here and there. Shoulders, hips, knees—and claws, naturally, the sparkling was adamant on getting those and they had no reason to argue it. It wanted pedes like its sire’s, but helm fins like Sunstreaker’s, only smaller. A sharp chin guard also came to the list of must have items. 

Sunstreaker refined the image as they went and as the sparkling became more certain of what it wanted after seeing it on the canvas. Before long they had something that did a perfect job of getting across what it wanted, and then repeated the process on its backside.

“That good?” Sideswipe asked once they had a clean image. The sparkling stared at it with a frown for a good while before it nodded, certain.

“Yes. That’s what I want.”

“Cool. Should we do colors next?”

“I want grey, black, and… Red, I think.”

“What amount of color coverage?” Sunstreaker asked as he messed around with the palette until he had starting points for each of the colors.

The sparkling thought about that for a moment, too. “Can I see equal amounts of black and grey and accents of red, first?”

Sideswipe nodded and Sunstreaker set to work on the color placement, giving the sparkling chances to offer its input as they went. Eventually they opted to mix in lighter grey as well, bringing the frame’s color count to four.

They tweaked until the sparkling was nodding in satisfaction at that too. “Are the looks done, now?”

Sunstreaker cast a critical optic over the drawing before he gave a nod of his own. “I believe they are. Let’s see what’s next… Your voice and any modifications you want.”

“Voice, first.”

Sideswipe fished out a datapad from his subspace and navigated to the vocal emulator, quickly setting the limits generated by its to-be frame’s physical dimensions before he set it down in front of the sparkling. “Play around with that and find what you like.”

The sparkling’s optics brightened in excitement and it set to work without hesitation, testing the various vocalizer qualities. Soon enough it abandoned the higher voice ranges entirely, gravitating instead towards the deeper, rougher tones.

…Very deep. Very, very deep. As deep as things would go, in fact.

Which was deep. He didn’t add particularly much roughness to it, though, thus setting his voice aside from both Sunstreaker and Megatron’s, but, “That’s gotta be deeper than either your carrier’s or your sire’s,” Sideswipe laughed once it looked like the sparkling was satisfied with what it had.

His brother got a flat look for his trouble. “It’s what I want.”

“And it’s what you’ll get,” Sideswipe promised even as Sunstreaker connected the datapad to his drawing tablet and downloaded the vocal specs to bundle them together with the frame design.

In the middle of that he was interrupted by a comm. call that he accepted before looking at who was even calling him.

It turned out to be Flatline. ::Just letting you know that Lord Megatron agreed to the upgrade, although he wants to see and approve the design first.::

Sunstreaker growled, but fraggit, if that’s what it took to get the sparkling its upgrades… ::We’re near finished with the design. I’ll send it to you once we’re done so you can get Megabastard’s approval.::

It almost sounded like Flatline was holding back laughter, but he answered with as even of a voice as he managed, ::Very well. I’ll be waiting.::

With that the connection was cut and Sunstreaker focused back on the task at hand. Sideswipe and the sparkling were already debating the pros and cons of possible and some impossible modifications. “I wouldn’t get any weapons inserted at this stage. You could try handheld ones first, see what you like, and have them applied in your next upgrade. That way you won’t be stuck with anything you won’t like, even just for a while.”

The sparkling nodded its acceptance of that logic. “Can I get a proper battle computer, at least?”

“Oh yeah, no reason why not. Anything else?”

“Priority mods on my senses to make them play better with a battle computer.”

“Deal.”

“And combat reroutes to my engines so I have better control over them.”

“Can do.”

“Limited redline overrides?”

Sideswipe laughed. “You’ll be giving Autobots some woe in no time. Yes on that too.”

“I can’t think of anything else.”

Sunstreaker rumbled. “You can always add them to later upgrades,” he promised as he listed the desired mods in with all the other design features they’d already agreed on. Then he placed the drawing pad in front of the sparkling. “Final review. Do you approve of everything or would you like something more added, removed, or edited?”

The sparkling took a good moment to browse through everything, focused on the task and so clearly serious about getting just the frame it wanted. Only after it had gone through everything four times did it nod and push the tablet back towards Sunstreaker. “It’s good.”

Both of the twins nodded and Sunstreaker jacked into the drawing tablet, downloaded the bundle, then pinged it to Flatline. Flatline pinged back that he’d received it, and then it was just about waiting for Megatron’s go ahead, followed by Flatline getting everything ready for the upgrade itself.

That in mind, Sunstreaker followed the ping with the question of how long that was going to take, and Flatline promised no longer than an orn, looking at everything they’d decided on. He relayed that information to the sparkling, who huffed in disappointment at things taking that long.

It was just a matter of time and Megatron’s approval, though, and Sunstreaker was quite certain the latter would be easy enough to get. 

Bastard.

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The 9-Second Trick For Animals

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We after that check out smaller sized groups within these bigger groups. For each kind of animal, you'll locate links to even more info regarding also smaller sized groups as well as remarkable species within each group. This page is an overview of the main kinds of pets; there are many other pet teams, both living and vanished! We wish you enjoy this exploration of the pet kingdom.

Animalia: The Pet Kingdom, Just one of these living points is a participant of the animal kingdom Animalia! A microorganism is a living thing. If we think about every organism in the world being component of one big group, then that team can be split right into smaller teams of organisms that are more like each various other than they are to other microorganisms.

Pets have a that separates them from other organisms such as plants, fungis as well as microorganisms. Various other kingdoms consist of the plant kingdom, as well as, the kingdom which contains organisms such as mushrooms and also molds. Attributes of pets include: being (i. e. they contain greater than one cell); being (for a minimum of part of their lives); breathing oxygen; reproducing sexually; and also being (i.

they can not get power from sunlight). The pet kingdom is divided right into several smaller groups. On this page we will certainly take an appearance at several of the various types of animals as well as their attributes. We'll concentrate on the primary animal groups, but will certainly also take a look at a variety of notable smaller pet kinds.

Invertebrates are animals that do not have a backbone; vertebrates are animals that do. Of the 1. 4 million or two well-known animal varieties, around 95% (or even more) are invertebrates. Of these, practically 1 million are pests. Just around 5% of known pets are (chordates are animals that either have a foundation, or a comparable structure recognized as a notochord).

In reality, some invertebrates are much more closely pertaining to vertebrates than they are to various other invertebrates. Although the word 'invertebrates' isn't an 'main' animal group, it does form a valuable difference between two really different sorts of pets. Because of this, we have actually divided the animal groups on this page right into invertebrates and vertebrates.

A "such as the animal kingdom or the plant kingdom consists of groups of organisms that share certain characteristics. A kingdom can itself be divided right into smaller teams of microorganisms that are extra closely-related to every besides they are to various other microorganisms. Each of these smaller groups can after that be further divided right into even smaller sized groups of microorganisms that are a lot more closely-related.

Sponges are filter feeders. Inside a sponge's body are cells with whip-like forecasts called flagella. The activity of the flagella causes water to relocate with the sponge. The sponge eats bacteria consisted of within the water. One of the very first researchers to understand that sponges were animals as opposed to plants was Aristotle.

e. to have bodies that are balanced). Flatworms have existed for thousands of numerous years and were the first carnivorous seekers. Many living flatworms are parasitic. They make their method right into a host microorganism as well as prey on its body from the within. This can be damaging as well as even deadly to the host animal.

It is a bloodsucker that lives in the placenta of a sperm whale. Unlike flatworms, who use the same opening up both to absorb food as well as to expel waste, roundworms have a much more industrialized digestive system which has separate openings for every job. There are very few environments in the world in which roundworms are not existing.

There are much more private roundworms than any type of various other sort of animal. It is approximated that there are 5 billion roundworms in every acre of fertile yard dirt; 60 billion roundworms for every living individual; which roundworms represent 80% of all living animals. Cnidarians, The phylum Cnidaria includes animals such as corals, sea anemones and jellyfish.

They were the initial vertebrates, as well as the ancestors of all other vertebrates. Somewhere back in your very own ancestral tree is a fish! Keep in mind: in biology, words 'fish' applies to a solitary fish, or a group of the same varieties of fish. Words 'fishes' is used for a group of fish that contains several types.

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Rumored Buzz on Animals

An introduction to the different types of animals that make up the animal kingdom Animalia. Download the FREE coming with inquiry sheet to test your pet expertise! Web Page Index, Usage the links listed below to locate the info you require (or continue reviewing for a total review of the animal kingdom). Free Animals Question Sheet For Use With This Web page, Click photo to download a complimentary printable question sheet to test your animal expertise! Click here or on the photo over to watch/ download and install a totally free inquiry sheet for usage with this page.

We then check out smaller groups within these bigger groups. For each type of pet, you'll find links to even more information regarding also smaller sized teams and significant types within each group. This page is an introduction of the primary kinds of animals; there are lots of various other pet teams, both living and also vanished! We hope you appreciate this exploration of the pet kingdom.

Animalia: The Pet Kingdom, Just one of these living things is a participant of the animal kingdom Animalia! An organism is a creature. If we think of each and every single microorganism in the world belonging to one big team, then that group can be divided right into smaller teams of organisms that are extra like each various other than they are to various other microorganisms.

Pets have a that separates them from other organisms such as plants, fungi and also bacteria. Various other kingdoms consist of the plant kingdom, as well as, the kingdom that consists of microorganisms such as mushrooms and molds. Characteristics of pets consist of: being (i. e. they contain even more than one cell); being (for a minimum of part of their lives); breathing oxygen; reproducing sexually; and also being (i.

they can't obtain power from sunshine). The animal kingdom is separated right into many smaller groups. On this page we will certainly have a look at several of the various sorts of pets and also their qualities. We'll focus on the major pet groups, however will certainly also have a look at a variety of significant smaller sized pet kinds.

Invertebrates are pets that do not have a backbone; animals are pets that do. Of the 1. 4 million approximately well-known pet varieties, around 95% (or more) are invertebrates. Of these, nearly 1 million are bugs. Only around 5% of known animals are (chordates are animals that either have a foundation, or a comparable structure understood as a notochord).

In fact, some invertebrates are more closely related to animals than they are to various other invertebrates. Although words 'invertebrates' isn't an 'main' animal team, it does develop a valuable difference between 2 really different sorts of pets. Due to this, we have actually divided the animal teams on this page into invertebrates and animals.

A "such as the pet kingdom or the plant kingdom contains groups of microorganisms that share specific attributes. A kingdom can itself be split into smaller sized teams of microorganisms that are more closely-related to each apart from they are to other microorganisms. Each of these smaller groups can then be additional divided into also smaller groups of microorganisms that are also much more closely-related.

Sponges are filter feeders. Inside a sponge's body are cells with whip-like projections called flagella. The movement of the flagella creates water to move via the sponge. The sponge eats bacteria consisted of within the water. Among the initial scientists to realize that sponges were animals instead of plants was Aristotle.

e. to have bodies that are symmetrical). Flatworms have actually existed for thousands of millions of years and were the very first carnivorous seekers. Many living flatworms are parasitic. They make their method into a host microorganism and also feed upon its body from the within. This can be unsafe as well as also fatal to the host animal.

It is a bloodsucker that stays in the placenta of a sperm whale. Unlike flatworms, that use the exact same opening both to absorb food and also to expel waste, roundworms have an extra established digestion system which has separate openings for each task. There are extremely couple of environments in the world in which roundworms are absent.

There are a lot more specific roundworms than any kind of various other type of animal. It is approximated that there are 5 billion roundworms in every acre of abundant garden dirt; 60 billion roundworms for each and every living person; and also that roundworms account for 80% of all living pets. Cnidarians, The phylum Cnidaria includes animals such as reefs, sea anemones and also jellyfish.

They were the very first vertebrates, and also the forefathers of all various other vertebrates. Someplace back in your own family history is a fish! Note: in biology, words 'fish' relates to a single fish, or a team of the very same varieties of fish. The word 'fishes' is utilized for a group of fish which contains numerous types.