#peak idiocy with these two

[voiceshearingyouloud]

Finally properly sobbing after not being able to cry all day is such a great feeling

[amaranthineghost]

I'LL LET YOU GO IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT ( lando norris. )

lando norris x reader

a little over half a year later when the season ended, they haven't found their way back. At least not on purpose, but the universe knows better than them

authors note: I was thinking of making a happy ending, but not everything always ends up that way </3 after this, I'll work on two max imagines and then I'll see what I can do while I'm on spring break

part 1 found here

IT’S BEEN EIGHT MONTHS since she last spoke to him.

two hundred forty-three days since she last saw that sad look on his face in the rear-view mirror as she drove away from the past she half-wished was her future.

five thousand eight hundred thirty-two hours since she last felt his touch, his arms consoling and unwilling to let her go and yet she still left.

three hundred forty-nine thousand, nine hundred and twenty seconds since the peak of his performance at the beginning of the season. now she watched as he tried and failed to be what he once was. maybe not a winner, or a champion, but he’d had her, which was practically equal.

but now he had lost her.

now she watched as the season came to an end. poor performance after poor performance after poor performance where not all races ended in crossing the finish line.

she never stopped watching, yet she could never reach out, and neither would he. he was always going to be ready to accept her back into his life, yet he knew she needed time.

but she didn't know if she could do it again, though at the same time she kept eyeing his life in envy because part of her wished she could live the way he could without being bothered by the media. part of her was jealous he could live his entire life in front of a camera and be so nonchalant about it.

scrolling through his socials, they still followed each other and it caught people's attention. she read through countless tweets, theories and rumors of their relationship still carrying on behind the cameras, and though she partly wished it to be true, she hated that it wasn't. the fans still wished, and she would too.

the random appearances in the paddock had come to an end, unfortunate for the fans who loved whenever she’d show up in support of her boyfriend, turned ex.

because now all she did was stay within the confines of her apartment building, shielded from the possibility of running into lando. she couldn’t handle bumping into him when she still felt as fragile as glass. she felt like she would shatter if she saw him again, no matter how much she wanted him back.

but living in monaco means you're bound to run into someone from his circle of life.

it felt bittersweet because she wanted him back so badly, to have him hold her in his arms and tell her they’d make it work. but it’d never happened, and truthfully, she hoped it never would. because she knew that if she saw him, she wouldn’t go running back into his arms as if making it work again was the easiest option. because really, if she saw him, she would run, not towards him but away, and she dreaded the fact that he would let her.

he’d watch the love of his life run from him rather than to him and be totally fine with it. because he knew that when the time was right, she would find him again, or he would find her, and only then she wouldn’t run from him.

but he feared for the day that he would realize that she was never coming back to him. he feared for the day where he would realize he shouldn't have let her go.

and he hopes for the day, though it may never come, where she does find the right time to come back to him. he prays for the day where he would make the right choice he should've made the first time.

because in the infinite universes that are said to exist, even if she never returns in nearly every one, he hopes to live the one where she would.

but he knows that if there's a universe where she comes back, even after his idiocy of letting her go to begin with, there's also one where this could've been avoided all together. a universe where he didn't have to watch her pack her bags while shuddering with sobs.

a universe where he wouldn't have to go without her for eight months, where his performance improved when she attended grand prixs.

the one he'd rather live with her than without.

it was unsure when they would ever see each other again. they'd gone this long without seeing the other, who's to say they ever would?

it was chilly in the streets of monaco, contrast to the usually warm, sunny climate the area was known for. she wore a thick coat while she walked down the sidewalk, past the seasonal market with nothing more than her phone, wallet and tote bag.

she needed to get out, to think. she couldn't stand being trapped in the box of her apartment surrounded by nothing but reminders of him. not that it was a bad thing.

she couldn't take another second overanalyzing the helmet he had left for her. she knew it was part of his plan to have her back. to make her want more helmets dedicated to her, which he continued to do despite her not being with him. she'd be lying if she said his plan was failing.

the hoodie, probably tied into the same plan, covered in his damn cologne he knew she couldn't get enough of. it had faded over time, becoming replaced with the smell of her instead. she didn't know what to think of it.

she considered purchasing that same cologne again, drowning the fabric in its fragrance. it wouldn't be the same.

she felt like she could breathe easier with the winter air rather than the stale air of her apartment. sure, she could've stepped onto the balcony, but it was always nice to find a way out of her apartment complex.

hands stuffed in her pockets, she wandered around aimlessly at the shops that lined the streets and stalls set up to buy from.

riddled with things that caught her eye, she couldn't help but stop at nearly every stall. it took an incredible amount of self control to not buy everything she wanted. she didn't have lando by her side to buy everything.

this was her life now. she had a job that she could do from home and it paid her rent. it was enough to live off of while she completed her last years of school before she started a career for herself. tiny little trinkets seemed good in the moment, but she knew long-term that it’d eventually hurt her financially, and besides she didn’t have that much space in her apartment.

she didn’t know how much time had passed. everything was a blur as she mindlessly walked on. she hadn’t noticed when she bumped her shoulder into somebody’s chest, and she had immediately begun to apologize.

“i’m so sorry, i wasn’t looking where i was—lando?” she recognized the curly-haired guy in front of her as she stood there frozen.

“hey, long time no see,” he spoke slowly and warily, looking her up and down at the changes of her appearances that occurred over the last eight months.

“uh—what are you doing here?” she questioned, stuttering over her words just slightly as she looked at him tensely.

lando looked around with a brow raised, hands in his pockets while he answered, “uh, i live here?”

she nodded, “right.”

the air was awkward as they stood in a tense silence. people ushered around them, occasionally bumping into them. they hadn’t known what to say to each other because they weren’t expecting this impromptu meeting.

“how’ve you been?” he broke the silence.

she nodded again, “fine, and you? i saw that your season wasn’t too good.”

he grimaced softly at her words, “yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, “just some technical issues.”

“right.”

the silence was back and more deafening than the first time, standing awkwardly looking at each other didn’t help.

again, he was the one to break it, “could i buy you a drink?”

“isn’t it a bit early for alcohol?” she questioned, looking at the brightness of the sky before her gaze settled back down at him with a weird look.

he scoffed, “i mean the coffee shop down the street,” his voice was a half chuckle as he began walking, leaving her to follow.

“well, you’re unpredictable these days,” she fell into step with him as they walked side by side in silence.

it took all of two minutes for them to arrive at the coffee shop lando had mentioned. they could smell the aroma from a ways away, the door left open to let in the cool breeze.

the shop was warm and cozy, most tables were occupied except for a few scattered around. she reached for her wallet to buy herself a coffee, but he quickly shut it down.

“it's my treat,” was all he said before he walked up to the counter with his card in hand to order as she took the two seater by the window, setting her bag down on the ground. she watched the world from where she sat, the people walking by.

groups of friends, pairs that weren’t quite at the stage of being a couple, or the single person walking by every so often. all without crossing paths. it seemed crazy to her how so much could change because of a stranger on the street.

looking back to where lando stood ordering, she wondered what her life would’ve been if they hadn’t met. they wouldn’t have traveled the world, stayed out late on rooftops, or partied in clubs despite her hesitancy. he wouldn’t have dedicated nearly his whole career to her because she was forever a piece of him.

she realized how much she had meant when she saw just how much of her he still kept. he wore shirts with printed pink bows, the one gold bracelet he wore among the silver and fan bracelets given to him by her and he never took it off. the way he styled his hair in the way she taught him, the matching rings they still wore, the references of her personality on his helmet for every race rather than a specific track, her name on his car.

her name on his car.

her name printed in pretty cursive across the top of his steering wheel and the halo for him to see.

he still managed to include her in his life despite her absence because he considered her his lucky charm. having reminders of her anywhere he could would always manage to boost his spirits, but only her presence would boost his performance.

the chair across from her pulled out with an uncomfortable scrape of the legs against the floor. she grimaced slightly, but it quickly disappeared when she refocused on the hand that slid a mug filled with hot coffee to her.

clearly they were going to be here a while, judging from the mug and not a to-go cup. she watched the steam swirl into the air as she softly blew on it while lando sat across from her with his beverage of choice. she also noticed the chocolate-chip cookie in a paper bag he held.

he remembered her love of sweets. she took a sip of her coffee. he remembered her order to the finest detail. he still remembered.

“thanks,” she spoke quietly before taking another small sip of the hot beverage. it slightly burned her tongue and throat as she drank, but she didn’t care to notice.

she was sitting across from lando norris, the one person she had been hoping to avoid this whole time, and now she’s sat with him at a coffee shop they used to frequent when they were dating.

“you’re welcome,” he muttered, his saddened eyes unmoving from her face, watching every expression of hers unfold. “so, how have you been?”

“you’ve already asked that,” she stated simply.

“i mean,” he started, leaning forward with his arms crossed against the table, “how have you really been? i don’t believe for a second that you’ve been fine when i‘m barely holdin’ it together.”

she sighed, taking another sip and grimacing at the burn, “it’s been difficult, but i know it was for the best that we broke up.”

he nodded in response, his fingers circling the rim of his mug as he stared into it.

she spoke up again, saying the words he dreaded to hear, “and i think it should stay that way.”

his shoulders visibly dropped and he bit his cheek before he looked back at her with colorless eyes, “but—” he began when she hastily cut him off.

“i need you to let me go,” her voice cracked as she spoke and tears filled her eyes as she avoided his gaze, “you have to let me let you go, lan.”

“please, don’t make me do this,” he begged, leaning forward again with a look that could make her change her mind in a second.

“please, don’t make this harder than it already is,” she shook her head as the tears began to fall, “in another universe, it might’ve been me and you, maybe the circumstances would've been in our favor, but not in this one.”

“it’s just right person, wrong life.”

“i’ll find you in our next lifetime then,” he promises, his eyes brimming with tears. he tried his best to hold back, for her, “i promise.” he tried to remain strong, for her.

“I know you will.” she said simply, smiling through her tears as she pursed her lips, sniffling as she played with her fingers. “y’know, i'll always be your number one supporter, lan. i'll still cheer for you, just from behind a screen. in that other life, i would come to your races.”

“but even in this one, i'll still celebrate your first win, your first championship. i'll vote you for driver of the day, even if you’re dead last.”

he chuckled sadly at the last part, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile, “how will i know for sure you didn’t get bored of watching me race?” his hand reached across the table, his tan slightly faded and his rings cold.

she rolled her eyes softly, “you’ll know. i promise.” she laid her hand on his, the last somewhat intimate touch they’ll ever have with each other because after he watched her stand, pocketing the cookie he bought. he watched her through the window as she walked into the crowd as if their paths never met.

he watched with tears in his eyes, silently crying as he watched the love of his other life turn her back on him forever. he let her.

because if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was letting her go.

part of her wanted him to chase after her, wipe her mascara-stained tears just like that regretful day in their old apartment because part of her still wanted him in her life. she wished she could still go back sometimes.

he wished she would just come back. he wanted to experience life with her, he wanted to win with her, be a champion with her.

but he lived in the wrong universe, and he was unsure if he'd ever see her in this life again, in the way he wanted. they would bump shoulders on the street, looking longingly for just a second as they ushered by in a hurry. not looking back, but never forgetting how much they had meant to each other for the time they were together.

how crossing paths, even for what seemed like the shortest time to them, changed the trajectory of their lives forever. they would subconsciously look for qualities of each other in the people they moved onto. telling stories to their kids and grandkids about the other in regretful tones because they wished it was the kids they had together that they could tell the story of their relationship to.

because now they were just strangers, she was just a name he would forever keep on his car, and he was just an old lover turned stranger she would send flowers to after every podium and win until he would retire.

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proofread by @foreveralbon <333

[spectorswife]

Sneak Peak of Bi-Han fic :)

Keep in mind, I have never written a fanfiction before in my life, let alone smut. I am showing you guys a sneak peak of what I am writing and I want ya'll to let me know whether or not I should continue :)

“You lack conviction”

“Same as you lack intelligence, speaking to your Grandmaster with such disrespect”

You two are alone in his chamber since you needed to speak with him urgently before training, and somehow it always turns into a screaming match between you two. It’s no surprise he would pull the ‘Grandmaster’ card, it’s all he ever uses. It tends to get old really quick, REALLY fast. You felt a headache form as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. The fact that you still put up with it is honestly mindblowing. You tend to follow in Kuai Liang’s footsteps when it comes to ignoring the superiority complex of his brother, however today it’s finally getting under your skin. When training as a fellow member of the Lin Kuei, you endure alot of things, pain, suffering, whether its physically, mentally, or emotionally; however Bi-Han manages to make you want to simply wish for him to silence himself the way he does the other members of the clan.

“I thought the title of ‘Grandmaster’ would also allow you to have common sense and competence, but it seems both are lacking in your favor”.

You see his eyes squint at you and you see his eyebrows squeeze together, you never noticed him being this riled up yet still maintained his posture. He proceeds to move his steps closer to you and points at you,

“Why would I take orders from someone as yourself, not a single drop of Lin Kuei blood in your veins and you still continue to blabber your idiocy at me like a fool, you are not one of us, so don’t spit at me asserting the power you wish you had”

Those words were spat in your face almost as if you just got punched in the face by the grandmaster himself. Just like that, you felt your blood boiling, your jaw clenches, your eyes narrow with you feel your fists clenching. Because your Grandmaster who stands before you has done the one thing that he has never done before, which is insult your origin. You have always known you were never truly a member of the Lin Kuei, however you were very thankful when Kuai Liang found you and took you in. Bi-Han was against it from the very beginning, however you never understood why he disliked you in particular, you always followed his orders and you were one of his best fighters, right up there with Kuai and Tomas; and he still continued to undermine your potential. In this instance, he proceeds to undermine you, degrade you, as if your training and time with the clan means nothing to him. All you did was present an idea on a new training method for potential new comers, since Kuai Liang has trusted you to train the young ones along his side, all you want is what is best for the clan since this clan has become a new type of family to you, and Bi-Han decides to toss it to the side like it’s trash.

You’re already trying your hardest to keep your composure in the presence of him, he knows he gets under your skin, and with his huge ego, he is constantly fueled by what you say in return. He knows that what he said got to you, he can basically see the fumes leaving your body and all you can think of in the moment is violence, however if you hit him now, you’ll lose, if you open your mouth again, you lose; it seems like anything you do, ends up being a loss on your behalf. That’s how he always made you feel, like you’re never enough and you finally decided to accept it. He stands before you with his arms crossed, just simply waiting for what you have to say next. You inhaled deeply, and exhaled calmly, you felt your fists unclench and you did the only thing you could do in this scenario:

You walked away.

When doing so, Bi-han to some surprise, is in shock with your actions, his eyebrows rose in disbelief and he unfolded his arms. “Hmmph” he grunted, “Mind your place”, and shut the door behind you, masking what he was truly feeling. Although this was a win on his behalf, he sure didn’t feel like a winner. For the first time in a long time, the infamous Sub-Zero, felt bad?

LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE :/

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Hey so I did something major stupid, like bigtime dumb, absolutely peak idiocy (<- accidentally came two days before the actual party)

[thesistersarcheron]

It is Friday night and i am once again thinking of The Alchemy.

I’m just imagining Rhysand being so overbearing and jealous with any young man that comes poking around Feyre when she reaches dating age…

And he’s just like NO BOYS 🚫🙅‍♂️

Oh? What’s this? A sneak peak of the next chapter of The Alchemy?

Mor winnows in a moment after Rhys, frowning in the way she does whenever she’s confronted by the idiocy of the aristocracy. But when she spots Cassian and Azriel, she claps her hands and opens her mouth to announce to the room, “Rhys—”

“Rhys found his mate at the party tonight,” Azriel’s dark voice murmurs into Cassian’s ear.

“You know, it’s really disconcerting when you do that, Az.” Mor pouts, helping herself to Cassian’s wine. She perches on the arm of his chair, arms crossed and scowling.

Azriel watches her take a sip, his eyes lingering on the red stain her lips leave on the rim of the glass, and then turns his head back to Cassian, “She’s coming here. Tonight.”

Rhys lets out a sharp breath, somehow displeased.

Cassian glances to Azriel, who remains tightlipped and stonefaced, and then to Mor.

“It’s Feyre Archeron,” she whispers behind a hand.

Shock—horror—dismay. Cassian cycles through them all before he asks, “The merchant’s wife?”

Cauldron, he’s only met her once, but the female makes harpies seem soft.

Mor makes a face, crinkling her nose in disgust and sticking out her tongue, and shakes her head. The distaste melts away, but her frown doesn’t fully disappear. “His daughter.”

“Ah.” Cassian observes Rhys from the corner of his eye. He’s drawing parchment and books and—oh, fuck—a grimoire bound in cracked black leather out of thin air. Rhys bares his teeth at it, and frost crackles over Mor’s glass as the grimoire falls open for him. “Well. She’s not already betrothed, is she?”

That’s the way their sort does things, which everyone in the room knows from unfortunate experience. Azriel’s wavering shadows go still, and Cassian keeps his eyes on Rhys—doesn’t dare let himself look in Mor’s direction.

Mor clicks her tongue, a non-answer that seems to rankle Azriel’s shadows as they weave through the air in her direction.

Azriel says drily, “She’s ten.”

“…That doesn’t answer my question.”

At that, the violence bleeds out of Rhys’s expression, and pure, predatory intent takes its place as he licks a finger and begins thumbing through the pages. But Cassian— Cassian knows better than to assume the threat is gone. A Rhys with his nose in a book is almost as dangerous as a Rhys with a sword in his hand.

Cassian studies him, adding a mate to that equation, and his wings twitch. “So. Do we want to talk about next steps, or…”

“The first step is guardianship,” Rhys rumbles in a voice that makes Cassian’s hair stand on end, the words clipped.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Cassian looks to Mor, but she shrugs a bare shoulder at him, tossing back the rest of his wine.

“And the two of you are leaving.” Rhys snaps a finger at Cassian and Azriel without looking up.

[parachutingkitten]

Hello, Give Pixal Pajamas, I know you absolutely hate Jay, but I am interested to hear your opinion on which season he is the best in. (If you absolutely hate him every season a "no" is fine 🤣🤣🤣)

Look, I'm not opposed to being labeled a Jay hater. That's probably accurate, but I would like to go on the record that it is specifically Skybound Jay I hate. Whenever his weird manipulative, possessive, self important qualities flair up, I absolutely despise him. But he isn't like this all the time. When he's a side character with stupid fun quips and a nerd mindset he's great- and that is a large portion of the show. Most of the first two seasons are pretty good- I might consider that his peak, mainly because he is untainted by the idiocy that is season 3. The oni trilogy utilizes him in a likeable way. And I know everyone hates season 11, but I think he serves his role well there also.

I've also gotten pretty soured on Jaya in general- at least post season 3 Jaya. So anything involving that is pretty off the table for me. Just in general, the longer I live, and the more weird encounters with men I have/close friends go through, the less patience I have for a character who goes through a large portion of the show convinced he deserves the girl at all costs, with the narrative never forcing him to grow past that impulse.

[blacksheep28]

Phoenix Song 28

The trip was not comfortable. It was cold, keeping up the continuous flight, and required a sharp focus and control over his qi to make sure that the right amount was used. He felt himself growing sharper and angrier the closer they got to Cang Qiong. At least the imposter was just as uncomfortable. Being held prisoner for a trip meant to last two more days upright on a sword had to be hurting the imposter far more than it did them. He lacked training after all.

The group arrived at the mountain and started to head in. Disciples looked at them, clearly unaware of how to respond to what they were seeing. Knowledge of the imposter had been kept a secret after all. They found themselves looking to the two peak lords for some kind of instruction on what to do as the ice spirit followed along behind them.

"Get the sect leader," Shen Xue barked. "I want to finish this idiocy now."

Shen Yuan stumbled off the sword, his legs trembling from standing for days on end. He quickly straightened himself, wanting to look somewhat composed before the sect leader. Liu Qingge nodded along with Shen Xue’s words. “Fetch him.” He ordered, his voice sharp.

A couple of the disciples ran off towards the diplomacy peak. Shen Xue marched forward determined to pass off this burden as soon as possible. It felt too long before Yue Qingyuan appeared. That placid smile was on his face, as always, if with a faint mark of worry. "Liu Qingge. Shen Xue. Shen Qingqiu. I am pleased you've all safely returned." 

"The half demon escaped," Shen Xue reported sharply. "The imposter bought him time to flee."

Yue Qingyuan paused clearly thrown off. "Half demon?"

“Luo Binghe.” Liu Qingge supplied. He shot the imposter a glare. “He’s a freshly awakened heavenly demon.” Shen Yuan swallowed thickly. He physically couldn't say anything in his defense. How could he defend himself? He can only hug the sect leader’s thigh and hope to be spared. Going from sucking up to Binghe to sucking up to the sect.

Yue Qingyuan frowned. "I see." That was a problem. Unfortunately the boy had escaped. Fortunately they would not need to deal with him unless he drew their attention. Most of the heavenly demons had been content enough in the demon realms. Perhaps the half demon would find his way there. If not, Yue Qingyuan had fought a heavenly demon before. He tried to not think of the price he'd paid for that. 

"The imposter will make a decent enough puppet for the Immortal Alliance Conference, but he cannot take the job long term. He hasn't been doing his job at all," Shen Xue said.

"Shen Qingqiu?" Yue Qingyuan questioned the man.

Liu Qingge reached over and ripped off the silencing talisman, letting him speak. Shen Yuan cleared his throat. “I…cannot be Shen Qingqiu.” He replied, his voice rough from not speaking for days. “I know only a little about cultivation and I’ve been relying on the disciples to complete the peak’s work. I never wanted to be here, I was forced into this position.” Don’t hurt him, please.

"You enjoyed the position. Not so certain now it's time to pay up, hm?" Shen Xue growled. 

Yue Qingyuan smiled. "We will look into getting a proper head for Qing Jing." Perhaps a transfer from his own peak?

Shen Yuan shot a sharp glare Shen Xue’s way. “You know very well I would have died if I stopped acting as Shen Qingqiu. I couldn’t stop being you.”

"But you enjoyed the comforts. People listening to and trusting you. Liu Qingge's care," Shen Xue pressed.

“What, would you rather I suffer the entire time I’m here? Of course I enjoyed spending time here. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t in danger.” He narrowed his eyes at him. What was he up to now?

"I wouldn't say that," Shen Xue. "I would simply say that it shouldn't be surprising that your choices caught up to you. Not everything you did as Shen Qingqiu was enforced by your master."

“I did the best I could. I was thrown into this world without knowing how any of its rules worked!” He protested. “I just knew I would end up dead if I kept abusing children like you were and I would end up dead if I tried to avoid doing what the system asked.”

"Tch." Shen Xue shook his head. "Either you don't know what you're doing, or you do. You have to pick one. Are your predictions for the future perfect and you know what you were doing, or are they flawed and you are struggling in a world you don't know? You cannot have both!" Shen Xue was looking forward to absolutely crushing his belief that this world was false.

“I never said they were perfect! I know things have changed around!” He protested. “Things have changed because of my actions, because you can’t hurt Binghe anymore or kill Liu Qingge. That doesn’t erase your original story from existence. That’s still a possible future!”

"You are still acting like you are the only one whose actions matter," Shen Xue snapped. "You have never had that control, and you need to accept that!"

“I know I don’t have any control! The only time I could choose what I wanted to do was when I ran away. Even then I was well aware I was on borrowed time. My whole time here has been spent running from death and just hoping I don’t piss off the countless things that can kill me!” He wants to be in control. Desperately. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to end up here with the goal of fixing things. He was perfectly content to roast Proud Immortal Demon Way from behind a screen and pretend he had control of his real life too.

"Shen Qing-ah. What is your name?" Yue Qingyuan asked gently. Shen Xue leaned back with satisfaction on his face drinking in the pain the imposter was expressing.

Shen Yuan faltered as Yue Qingyuan spoke once more. “Shen Yuan.” He replied stiffly. What he wouldn’t give to punch that look directly off Shen Xue’s face. Of course the villain would bask in his suffering.

"Shen Yuan," Yue Qingyuan said gently. "I apologize for our imposition, but we do need you to play as Shen Qingqiu for the public until we find a suitable replacement." Shen Xue glared at Yue Qingyuan. Their sect leader truly was a useless man. He never would confront anyone.

“And what’s after that? What happening to me after you don’t need me to act like a peak lord anymore?” Shen Yuan shot an identical glare Yue Qingyuan’s way.

"You knowingly harbored a dangerous demon. You will repay us for that," Shen Xue said sharply. 

"It will depend on your conduct during this time," Yue Qingyuan said gently. "As you said, you did not choose to lie to us about who you are." Shen Xue whipped to stare at Yue Qingyuan in disbelief. What was he saying? He couldn't-he couldn't just be absolving him of this!

“Binghe isn’t dangerous! At least he wasn’t until you two attacked him.” He protested. “He’s never been a threat.” Not in this universe at least. He hopes that’s true.

"Something chose him to raise as a demon king. Clearly he is extremely destructive," Shen Xue pointed out. "Otherwise he would not have been targeted."

“He only became destructive because of your constant abuse and being pushed into the abyss.” He glared at Shen Xue. “Shen Qingqiu was the one that ruined his innocence.”

"I am a convenient excuse for the actions of others, aren't I?" Shen Xue sneered. 

Yue Qingyuan stepped forward. "I understand the problem, but unfortunately this is not something we can solve. We will prepare in case the heavenly demon surfaces again. Until then we will focus on the Immortal Alliance Conference and finding a new peak lord." Shen Xue scoffed and left.

Liu Qingge trailed after Shen Xue, not bothering to wait for his sect leader to dismiss him. Shen Yuan fell silent and turned to look at Yue Qingyuan. “Should I return to the peak?” He asked, unsure of what to do. He can’t exactly do peak work.

Yue Qingyuan gave a soft sad smile to Shen Yuan. "You will stay with me for tonight at least. We will work on arranging something better in the morning."

Oh this is going to be miserable. His eyes flicked away and he nodded. “Of course.” He agreed. “I’ll stay with you.”

He inclined his head and lead Shen Yuan up to his home. 

>>>

Shen Xue was relieved to see Liu Qingge's home as they reached Bai Zhan peak. It was the safest location on the mountain, and he was eager to get inside.

Liu Qingge immediately gravitated towards his bed, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his outer robes as he went. He at least had the foresight to fold his robes before promptly collapsing onto his bed. Flying for days straight wiped him out.

Shen Xue immediately burst into a rant about the uselessness of the sect leader. He had several of them, and was in a fantastic mood to use one of his most cutting ones. Was Liu Qingge still awake enough to hear him? It didn't matter. When he finally wound down he looked at Liu Qingge. "At least you haven't been a disappointment yet." He transformed into a phoenix and settled on one of the bed posts to rest.

Liu Qingge blinked at his last words, finally becoming lucid enough to comprehend what he said. Hah. He’s a good companion. He reached out and stroked his feathers before settling down once more.

[rarepears]

You know...

People don't have to be in LOVE to marry. Who's to say his ENEMIES don't wanna torment a-jiu?

-cough- Huanhua -cough-

-COUGH COUGH COUGH- Future Bingge once he has grown up -COUGH COUGH COUGH-

Also, good to know and also kinda awkward since my nickname is a single syllable.

Anyways, who's to say Liu "middle name dumb as a box of rocks" "second middlename Honorable to an idiocy" Qingge wouldn't also go fight in the tournament since he feels responsible and quilty for forcing Shen Qinggiu into this mess?

Yue Qingyuan would join headfirst there, no doubt.

BUT...

Spicing it up, wouldn't it be funny if a nameless ghost Cucumber joined because: Hey, this one might be family? Or atleast a ghost willing to talk instead of fighting?

Or a certain Huanhua head disciple, with a name that rhymes with LaoGong-cough cough cough-

(yes, that is Gongyi Xiao, and a pun on Laogong meaning husband, if my attempts at self-studies on chinese language are at all correct, no, i don't have a teacher, no, i don't have anyone helping. I won't try and write with the proper additives since i still can't make heads or tails on whether it is even Láo, Lào, Lâo with a flipped V, or Laó or something.)

If a nickname is a single character, then it's repeated twice. In fact, saying a single character twice for a name is seen as childish/cutesy and is usually used for (youngish) females. Hence Ning Yingying with the two "ying".

You bring up a good point. Plenty would be happy to get a peak lord ghost to themselves - by hook, crook, or marriage - for the cultivation secrets and goodies they could get out of it. Plus there would be the close ties to Cang Qiong (all the disciples he's taught, the sect leader, Cang Qiong secrets or just knowledge that's usually hidden away in the libraries)...

Yeah, I could see a LOT of benefits out of this. But this all hinges on the presumption that a ghost would still remember such information. I'm going to admit I don't know the Chinese ghost superstitions too well, but ghosts usually focus on their greatest resentment/obsession and the rest of their personality is kind of lost. Ghosts are not a complete reflection of what they were like alive. So, in the end, these people would be gambling to see if Shen Jiu the ghost could still remember anything outside of his obsession which might not be tied to anything cultivation related so...

[ren-rambles-often]

I finally watched Code Geass but before I get to my short rant about the show and the ship you can pretty much guess this is about…. Let me just say….

This show peaked at the pseudo incest brocon subplot, I'm taking no arguments!

Fine, fine, that's definitely not entirely true but Rolo's death had me pausing the show and staring at the screen like for what reason?! Let the boy be hopelessly obsessed goddammit 😭😭😭

Now I've gotten that out of my system…

Guess who's the character I hate most?

shocker I know/sarc

I haven't hated one half of my otp ship in a piece of media this much since that one Episode Nagi panel of Reo's heart getting destroyed by Nagi's dumbass (Reo my love love I'd treat you so much better)

Suzaku's case is worse by several degrees because his idiocy and attitude only continued to stoke the flames of my annoyance for the whole two fucking seasons until like the three or two episodes at the end cause oh my fucking God I cried.

(That shit was a wild ride enough nothing is making me watch any spin offs or side stories I care that little)

From the first moment he entered that Lancelot suit and agreed to help the side that attempted to silence him by murder, I clocked his ass and marked him as the dumbest bitch to ever exist but we love a protective loyal dog Top don't we ladies?

"I want to change the system from the inside-" bitch shut up these are colonizers you ain't changing nothing 😭

Even after they they tried pining the murder on him to sentence him to death AGAIN!! BOY WENT BACK.

AND!

He refused Zero?!

HUH?!?

Now I'm not a particularly patriotic person (I hate my county so so much) but if we got neo colonized, No matter what merits I would never be friendly or cooperative with the other side.

Suzaku stopped his country fighting back (valid reason or not I don't remember, he killed his dad and that meant surrender ig) and proceeded to kiss up to brits, fall in love with one of them, and further hinder every attempt of his own people fighting back because 'Violence wrong' but it's okay when he does it because some made up ideal told him being subservient would make a change. And it did….just for him tho, all other 11s? no one cares.

And it didn't even matter because Lulu's methods were always the ones that brought things closer!

I know it's a kind of a commentary on something, I ain't stupid but I was still pissed.

Literally had me gritting my teeth almost every time he stepped on screen, especially when he went pseudo emo after becoming a knight of round or whatever.

Bottom line, he frustrated me as much as he did Lelouch but I still wanted to see them FUCK.

The last couple of episodes where genuinely the best things I've ever watched and a brilliant end to the series. I wouldn't say I grew to enjoy all the characters but God did the plot threads keep me going.

Trust I understood very little about the gate shit and the killing God aspect but when you're having a fun time everything just looks good.

To sum up SuzaLulu…

Giving me friends to enemies to lovers (correct me not I won't hear you) All mixed together with the palpable hatred and vitriol they held toward each other is just too much.

And Lelouch as a bottom is literally my type >.< psycho, pretty, and bad at sports (also having a natural inclination to dominate others)??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!

His dramatic ass had me gripped and his personality contrasted so beautifully with Suzaku's dumbass that while I did want to be sad about that redhead he might have liked dying….girl bye 👋 make way for the gay 🏳️‍🌈

(Srsly tho, I was sad for a sec, it was a very shocking scene to say the least but Rolo pulled such a Brocon move I was laughing for a solid minute.)

I very much didn't want to be like most other yaoi shippers that watched this shit when they were ten and went for the very obvious but still delicious low hanging fruit yaoi but I see enemies to lovers mixed with tragic yaoi and an undeniably fun story and brain stops functioning lmaooo. Turns out I'm very much like other fujins ;p

Closing thoughts: Umm…If you're going to defend Suzaku in the replies…go for it I'm down to listen but he'll forever be my bitch. I love Lelouch but Light is better, Orange x Lelouch is underratedand C.C. and Kallen should have gotten married.

[imthepunchlord]

do you think gabriel would work better as a villain if he had another miraculous? because his motivation is to heal emelie but his miraculous easily allows that and doesn't seem to fit his personality as he's very brash and forceful so... do you think he would work better with canon tiger or is there another miraculous you think would fit him better?

Yes and no.

At the core, the biggest struggle with Gabriel as a villain is his polarity and how it just doesn't balance out well, how it feels like he ping pongs between two extremes. They want him to be the BIG BAD that we take seriously and there's supposed to be some level of fear towards him, which is why we get see Butterfly and Peafowl be so OP and limitless in what they can do; but they also want Gabriel to be the campy Saturday morning villain, which you laugh at his idiocy and you don't take as seriously.

Gabriel is now the best example on why you don't mix these two polar types of villains. If Gabriel is meant to be a very serious and dangerous threat, you can't really do so when you know he's an idiot. Why, the start of s5, he could've won then and there cause he had the time traveling Rabbit. Success was right there at his fingertips, and he botched it.

And that there is the biggest struggle for Miraculous in general, they need to pick a lane and stay in it. Now, if they want to weave out of that lane a little, they can do so as long as it doesn't clash with the route they're taking (doing something far out of your lane will make the character OOC). So no matter what Miraculous Gabriel has, it's not going to work unless it's decided if Gabriel is meant to be the cartoony Saturday morning villain or if he is meant to be a serious and dangerous threat.

I will add, what Miraculous he uses can shape that too.

Butterfly and Peafowl, both being long range Miraculous, set their users up to be long term villains. As they can hide themselves away and have minions do the work for them, they control how long this game goes on. They end things on their terms, whenever they are ready to come out of hiding.

By set up, I'd say they'd work better for a serious threat. Butterfly works off emotional manipulation, which typically is a serious threat; and Peafowl can take whatever you imagine and bring it to life (which I'd vote that's more fitting of Creation). So these two Miraculous would best serve with someone that's a more serious threat. Butterfly is set up to force people to try and learn emotional control, to shut down what they feel, less they get taken advantage of. And Peafowl is peak unpredictability, you have no idea what this user is going to throw at you.

So these two are best set up to be used by a serious threat.

To add to it, things would need to be cut or changed with Emilie if Gabriel is meant to be a more serious threat. As what we see with these two is kinda limitless in what they can do. So they should grant healing power or make a healing entity and revive Emilie that way, and to my knowledge, we don't really have a good reason on why Gabriel hasn't tried it (aside from possibly he's an idiot who hasn't thought of it). So it may serve better to just cut reviving Emilie out entirely, go with Gabriel's apparent want for world domination.

OR you go with Emilie being deady dead dead, and she's been dead for a good long year, and the one thing these two Miraculous can't do, is revive Emilie the way Gabriel wants. Butterfly could maybe only make a champion that could either reanimate Emilie's corpse (which doesn't go great) or summon her soul back to the material plane, but she's a ghost now. Peafowl could technically create Emilie, but that wouldn't truly be Emilie, that'd be a copy, an imitation. This latter reason could back Gabriel needing that wish, for these two Miraculous, for all that they can do, can't truly bring Emilie back to him. Not in the way he wants her back.

Now, a Miraculous that will have him out in the open, like Tiger, is better set up for a Saturday morning villain. Now, not to say that Tiger wouldn't be a threat if misused, but the sheer factor of being out in the open, throwing hands with kids, and having more of a risk of having that Miraculous taken, that's a better set up for Saturday morning villain vibe, especially as he'd get to directly banter off the heroes.

Like, with the Tiger example specifically mentioned, you can even have the fun of him and Adrien getting into a "cat fight" over puns, as it is canon (s1 wise anyway) that while Adrien likes to crack puns, he doesn't like other people making puns. So there's some fun you can have right there.

Also, him being out and about, close to heroes, it puts a limit on how long he'd be a villain, as all they have to do is get that Miraculous off of him, and they'd have direct access to him vs waiting for him to come out of his lair for once. And that can set Gabriel up to be a one to two season threat, maaaaybe three if you have him work off other villains who can help him last, but depending on how it's handled, that could also push it.

As for what other Miraculous, well, to work off color coding, Dragon does stand out to me, as Gabriel does have that similar color scheme that Kagami initially had in her intro, having the red and white to contrast Longg's red and black. Dragon would also be the best choice for having an offensive power that has you out and about, but also allows him to be elusive and escape from the heroes as he can become literal elements and escape them that way, as it's impossible to grab air or water.

Also, by set up, other Miraculous can better work off him just not having the means to revive Emilie, as they just don't really have that power too; though exceptions are Rabbit (due to time travel), Rooster (it has the power to hop into other dimensions/realities, so healing should be a cinch), Ladybug (through the Cure), and possibly Cat (cats are tied to healing in various mythology, and technically destroying does play a part in some healing, so could destroy the coma state and revive her that way? maybe?).

At the core, no matter what Miraculous Gabriel has, what sort of villain he is needs to be decided on, else it still won't work. Either he's a serious threat to take seriously, or he's a campy villain to laugh at his dramatics and idiocy. He can't ping pong between both like he does in canon.

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𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐈𝐕)

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Eva just wanted to escape Jasper after she graduated high school, but recent circumstances have made it seem like an impossible endeavor. She's seen things she shouldn't have, heard things that should never be said, and felt things she should never feel. Maybe she'll make it out on top, or drown from the hauntings of her past. or An inside look into every character of TFP, their grief, struggle, past and present, through the eyes of my OC (with a little romance). *TW for abuse, psychological and physical trauma, kidnapping & death*

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𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,

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The burden Eva carried in her mind was finally lifted. Confiding in Optimus seemed to always lift her spirits albeit only temporarily, it provided her with clarity. These past few weeks had left her mind in disarray, straying her further from her goals, particularly, it left her with little room to focus on school. Now, she was back on track to the routine she had always followed, with a few modifications of course.

The only exception to this illusion of perfection was Jack, as Eva had neglected to realize his recent distance from her. Vince fueled her obliviousness with his small affectionate gestures. A hug had replaced every greeting and a kiss on the cheek replaced every departure. Her heart burned with lust and passion, though a naive sense of it, the feeling was strong nonetheless. Eva had lost her mind in the insanity of love for she failed to reason his touches or his words for what they might truly be: weapons. Jack, too blinded by rage, failed to see how Vince’s every action was glaringly deceptive. He spewed sweet little nothings, splitting the seams of the fabric that wove together the friendship that Jack and Eva had treasured since they had met.

Two weeks of this ordeal had passed but today seemed more cheery to Eva than most days. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows in the hallway, casting a golden glow on Eva as she walked past the lockers, eager to see Vince. Her heart pounded in her chest with anticipation and a blush crept on her face as she thought of his voice indulging her. She knew she was entranced, but she didn’t care, for the romantic love she never knew she needed was finally here, within him. Optimus was right, ignorance was bliss. Maybe it was too good to be true, maybe her heart would be broken, but she didn’t care as long as something could go right in her life.

Her mind then drifted to Jack, the first boy in her life. She thought of him as a brother, as a friend, as a confidant. She never wanted to lose him, but it seemed that was the only thing she could do. Left to her own devices, this is what her life had come to. A life in which she remained isolated, alone, left with someone she had no guarantee was hers. The ache of her heart outweighed any of the pleasure she had felt moments ago. It was then, as she had made it halfway across the hallway, that she realized her idiocy. How could she leave Jack in the dust for someone he hated? Rather, how could she even think of leaving Jack?

“Sierra, I don’t know how to explain what I feel about her.” Jack’s voice. Eva slowed her steps to pinpoint where the sound had come from. A few steps ahead was an intersection where she could see Jack and Sierra holding each other as they spoke. There was nothing particularly irking about the scene, but there was definitely something that had sparked jealousy within Eva. She walked forward and hid behind the wall, peaking from the corner to hear their conversation more clearly.

“Jack, you can tell me anything. C’mon, trust me.”

“It’s just–I hate her. I don’t think I’ve hated anyone as much as I hate her now. She treats me as if I’m invisible now that she’s got some attention…I get that I wasn’t enough for her, but this is too far. She’s trying to hurt me by hanging out with that asshole and it’s working. Honestly, I wish we’d never have met. After everything I’ve given her, after everything I’ve done for her, you’d think Eva would’ve come chasing after me, but I guess people aren’t always what they seem.”

Every regret that Eva had previously, was washed away by the flood of offense that overtook her. She knew she had made a prominent mistake by liking his bully, but that was it. She never furthered Vince’s advances, her interactions with him were always kept to a minimum, only seeing him in the halls or after school. And after everything she’d been through, she deserved some happiness, especially since Jack had begun to avoid her all those weeks ago. If anyone should be feeling regret, it should have been him.

Stepping out from the corner, Eva was in full view of Jack as she began, “‘Some attention?’ Do you think I’m shallow? Never once in my life have I been ungrateful for your hospitality. Never once have I ever hurt you knowingly. Yeah, it was stupid of me to go along with Vince for this long, but I didn’t do it to hurt you.” She needed to take a deep breath before she would say something she’d regret. “You left me, not the other way around. Where were you that day I was left in the canal. Where were you when I was searching every nook and cranny to find out if you hadn’t fallen off the face of the Earth only for me to be kidnapped in the process? Where were you when I needed to know I had something left of my life after it had fallen apart before my eyes? I’ll tell you–you weren’t there.”

She couldn’t keep doing this, holding onto people who clearly didn’t want to hold onto her. So she decided, “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you. Maybe I do deserve what’s happening to me, so, after today, let’s be strangers. That way, it would be as if we’d never met in the first place and you’d get your happy ending.”

She enunciated the last two words of her final sentence before the ache in her heart had grown too strong to suppress. Her legs began to move automatically, as she rushed back the way she came. The hallway felt more and more suffocating by the minute, causing her to break out into a sprint as she rushed past the school doors and well off of the school grounds before finally slowing to catch her breath.

Jack’s face hung in a dumbfounded expression as he watched Eva leave just as suddenly as she had arrived. Sierra, having been a spectator throughout the ordeal decided it was best for her to let the two sort their issues on their own and opted to leave. Jack was least bothered, for he stood motionless, contemplating his own words and her outburst. As much as he refused to accept it, the truth would always remain unchanged. Eva was right, he’d neglected her more than she had him, and though the two have both made their fair share of mistakes, his seemed to have been the ones that tipped them across the threshold. He’d messed up big time, and there was no recovering from this.

Eva, on the other hand, didn’t waste a second to think. After her minor break just outside the campus, with her form hunched over her knees as she panted furiously, she continued to run. Her legs moved unrelentingly, for she feared that if she stopped then her heart would too. She continued until the breath from her lungs finally ran out, and the muscles in her legs throbbed with the pain. The fog had lifted from her mind and the betrayal she had felt transformed into anger and confusion.

Looking around her, she realized she was in the canal again. The same place where it all had started, where she had found the Covenant. The Covenant . She took the backpack’s straps off, placed it on the ground with a little more force than necessary, and rummaged through its contents until she finally found the leather-bound book. She held it up to the light, watching its insignia shine against the sun. How could something so captivating prove to be so deadly? She was convinced that the book had caused the recent turmoil in her life. The betrayals, the loss, the pain. It was bleeding her out, little by little. Now it was her turn to hurt it. It was as if madness had blinded her sense of self. She opened the book and ripped out each page, one by one. It wasn’t as though she was destroying anything, for the stories written within the papers were carved into her mind. She couldn’t forget them even if she wanted to, and she most definitely wanted to.

When she had finally finished desecrating the inside, she threw the cover to the ground. Kneeling beside it, she wept as her arms flailed up and down on the thin piece of leather. The torn paper surrounded her, moving inch by inch away from her as the breeze began to pick up. Eva closed her eyes, feeling comforted by the singularity of the darkness in her vision. She found solace in it until even that was uprooted a moment later.

Overpowering blackness wraps around D-16 like a suffocating shroud. The air is thick with the acrid scent of useless metal and scraps, the miner’s breath echoing as a stark reminder of his solitary existence. The rhythmic chipping and scraping of the pickaxe against unyielding stone reverberate through the desolate chambers, creating a haunting melody. His large frame barely fitting in the hole he had mined, left him cramped and crouching as he continued his work. A prison for many, lay a home for him as he had never known anything but such taxing and cruel labor. His only objective each second of each hour was to mine for Energon.

This particular day was going rougher than usual, and before D-16 realized that he had hit a soft spot, the tunnel collapsed on him. He was built with the strength of ten bots, and though he was injured, his back held up the roof of the mine giving him a chance at survival. He waited for endless cycles before someone finally decided to help him. Using the same shaft in which he would put the Energon, D-16 was taken above for the first time.

The light emanating from the sky and the city was blinding and the bustling noise that strung around him hurt his ears. His sensory systems were overloaded as he took in his surroundings. Though he had never been given a mind to think, the bot had developed his own intuition, albeit a very childish one. The colors the sounds, they seemed magical to him. And once he understood how lively this new environment was to his old abode, he decided he would never leave it.

To preserve his newfound freedom, D-16 refused to listen to the commands of the superior who had hoisted him above and instead stood motionless as he was told to go back into the shaft. He was all patched up now, feeling more rejuvenated than he had in ages which fueled his courage. He never intended for his dreams to begin with spilled Energon, but as his overseer yelled and abused him with weapons, enabling the slave’s rage, D-16 crushed his skull without a second thought. From there he ran until he stumbled upon a new life. The life of a gladiator.

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This vision was nothing new as Eva had become accustomed to it by now. Rather, when she awoke, Eva opted to head for the base with her newfound cool mind. Entering the faux structure, she saw June Darby standing beside Raf at the bottom of the platforms. Immediately, her first instinct was to try and blink away the figure, hoping that June was just a mirage concocted by her mind. But, June remained firm, unwavering from her position. She was as real as Eva’s eyes could make her out to be, and that shook her with fear.

“June?”

“Eva?”

This new life caused Eva to lose all the people she cherished, and with June here Eva could barely hold in her anxiety. “What are you doing here? How do you know about all this? How long–”

Raf interjected with a chuckle, “A lot happens while you’re not here.” It was true that Eva hadn’t spent as much time at the base these past few weeks as she normally had, but it seemed absurd that no one would update her about things like this.

Standing frozen at the entrance tunnel, Eva could barely pay mind to June as she left for work. All she could think about at that moment was how isolated she had become. No parents, no guardians, no friends, no one. Optimus was a good listener, but with the life he’s lived, Eva doubted that she would have left enough of an impression to be his companion. And this team was never hers to begin with either. It was very plausible for her to be left in the dark and it was very surely her own fault, a self-inflicted pain. Eva had already lost June and it was about time she realized it. Having had enough of her wallowing, Eva headed to Raf, determined to change her life, for the better.

Yet, before Eva could reach Raf, a hand gripped her arm and led her down one of the corridors. The feel of his fingers now almost felt unrecognizable, only the faint softness of his palm had given away his identity. Eva was tired and upset, but she wasn’t going to be unreasonable, not anymore. These past few weeks had changed Eva a lot more than she’d like to admit. She wasn’t the same, more unruly and impulsive. It was as if her rationale had descended into utter chaos, leaving her a hulking shell of emotion. No longer had there been any logic behind her actions or her words. She had been rash with her response to Jack, she had been stupid to not have realized how her actions impacted others, and she had to take responsibility for it.

Jack led her to a secluded area haunted by an inhuman silence. Finally, releasing her hand he began, “I’m sorry, please Eva. I don’t want to lose you.”

Eva listened, empathetic of Jack’s upset demeanor. She was in the wrong, she always had been. Everything that had happened was because of her. He shouldn’t need to apologize, but she did, she had to, if not for him then for her own sake. “No, I’m sorry. For Vince, for being oblivious, for hurting you, for everything. I know the canal wasn’t your fault or the kidnapping. I shouldn’t have blamed you and being frustrated is no excuse for that.”

Jack leaned closer as tears rolled down his cheeks, embracing Eva in a hug. In a show of good faith, attempting to forget what had transpired, Jack joked, “Sibling’s fight, right?”

Eva chuckled, her voice threatening to crack as she responded, “Yeah.” After a pause as the two embraced each other, each knowing that they could never live without the other, Eva asked, “So Sierra, huh?”

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Hunched around Raf’s computer, Eva, Jack, Miko, and Raf surfed through the internet searching for any sightings of the Autobots that they needed to erase. Eventually, they came across a photo of Bumblee on the highway that someone had dubbed, “Phantom Car” which claimed there was no driver in the vehicle as it was speeding down the road.

Chuckling Jack remarked, “Camera sure loves Bee.”

Miko enthused, “What can you do? When you’re a superstar, you’re paparazzi bait.”

Noticing Bee’s photo on the screen, Ratchet questioned from behind, “Is that Bumblebee?”

“On a conspiracy website where users report evidence of close encounters. But we just scrub and replace Bee with…” Raf explained as he replaced the photo of Bee with a talking cat.

Hearing Ratchet laugh, Jack thought to ask Optimus if he wanted to see something funny. Eva nudged him, telling him to shut up, as Optimus replied with a curt no.

Entering the room, Arcee explained, “Don’t take it personally, Primes are built that way.”

Bulkhead added, “Never seen him laugh, cry, or lose his cool.”

Ratchet continued, “While Optimus certainly keeps his emotions in check, I’ve known him far longer than any of you have. And he was different before he was made a Prime.”

Eva remembered Megatron’s memories as Ratchet reminisced a peaceful past on Cybertron. He was a lanky, small bot half the size of Megatron and designated as an archivist. From what little she had witnessed, Eva had understood him to have had a bubbly and inquisitive attitude as Orion Pax, heavily contrasting his current personality. Becoming a Prime had come with many burdens, chief among them being coping with the loss of a brother, so it should come as no surprise how drastically he had changed. For better or worse.

As Eva drifted deeper into her reverie, fatigue enveloped her like a heavy blanket. Her body felt as though it were succumbing to an unseen force, limbs growing heavy and sluggish. Panic surged as her hands and legs seemed to betray her, refusing to obey commands. Desperate to break free from this sudden paralysis, Eva tried to call out for help, but her lips remained sealed shut. For the umpteenth time, her vision gave into the darkness.

In the next moment, a neon purple flooded her surroundings, permeating the darkness. Within this vibrant realm, Eva found herself regaining control of her body, albeit in a surreal, weightless manner. As she floated amidst the pulsating hue, she frantically waved her hands, attempting to propel herself forward. Slowly, she managed to navigate away from the colorful expanse, only to realize that the color emanated from a pair of colossal eyes. Rusted metal surrounded the artificial orbs, forming something resembling eyebrows and part of a nose. 

Before Eva could analyze her surroundings or investigate who exactly was in front of her, she seemed to have been transported to a different part of the world. Now, she looked down with an aerial view of an active volcano. The lava that bubbled up to the rim of the formation’s opening, had hints of purple rocks, scattered within the liquid. Yet surprisingly, it didn’t melt, rather, it glowed similar to the eyes of the being she had seen moments ago.

Just as instantly as her visions had transpired, Eva was awoken by the feeling of June pounding down onto her chest. Her ribs felt somewhat sore with every push, until finally the pain had awoken Eva’s senses and allowed her to gasp. With shaky hands, and quivering lips, Eva put her hand on June’s and asked, “What happened?”

“Thank god you’re alright.” June, brushed off Eva’s question, relieved that Eva, the daughter she never had, was alive. As she was about to embrace the girl, Eva held out her hand, demanding an explanation before any affections were exchanged. 

June took a moment to recompose herself, wiping the stray tear that fell from her eye, before beginning, “Before I came, Jack had told me you passed out and your heart wasn’t beating, but you were still breathing. And then almost 20 minutes later, Bee arrived back at base with an injured Raf, so I had to come to save both of you…”

“What happened to Raf?” June looked away towards the decontamination chamber that the bots often used with a solemn look. She didn’t want to distraught the girl, especially in the condition she was in, so with pursed lips June remained silent. 

“Please tell me,” Eva begged, but when her pleas weren’t answered, she resorted to standing up, pushing away June’s restraining hands. With her trembling legs, Eva slowly made her way to the small crowd near the chamber, where she saw Raf lying motionless on the hospital bed. 

Jack moved closer toward the girl, seeing the horror on her face, and whispered, “He’s fine and healthy. Now he’s just resting.” Seeing the relief in Miko’s eyes, she was satisfied with his explanation for now . There were still many questions left unanswered in Eva’s mind, but for now, her vision had to be dealt with first. 

Ratchet was preoccupied with consoling Bee, so the only bot that would be able to decipher what Eva had seen, with a cool mind, would be Arcee. Turning toward the femme, Eva’s hand snagged on the side of Raf’s bed, cutting her in the process. Though the wound was as small as a paper cut, it bled crimson and fell down to the tips of her fingers. The small stream of blood, trailed from the tip down to the floor, yet when it touched the surface, its color transformed from a rich red color, to a brilliant purple. As dark and deep as the blood of Unicron.

[carrythatwayt]

Before The Beginning ✨️Color Theory✨️

Okay, this will be pretty long, tldr: everything is a mirror of everything. All opinions are my own after I was caught between the twin forces of memories from my art and film theory classes. All screenshots thanks to the great folks at cap-that.com

I'm going to start after "Let there be light" for obvious reasons, up until that point the lighting is bright but cold and white. The nebula gives us a diegetic (in scene) reason for the shifting and intense colors but I think it's really interesting to see how it was used to reinforce this universe-changing conversation.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous!"

The nebula is only beginning to throw off color, and what's the first thing that happens? Makes it appear like Aziraphale's wings are blushing when he realizes the compliment was not meant for him (and seriously, how adorable is he).

As the conversation winds on and Crowley excitedly decribes the nebula, colorful light is increasingly projected onto the angels, but not the background. This visually ties them together and the intensity of colors seems purposeful as well, since they immediately begins to cool and dim as Aziraphale explains the less-than-stellar purpose behind the star factory.

"What's the point in creating an infinite universe.... if you're only going to let it run a few thousand years?"

Two really interesting things happen here. A star-burst reminiscent of a halo explodes and dissipates behind Angel Crowley's head, and when his wings droop in disappointment, a small cloud of red can be seen appearing behind his left wing.

As Aziraphale attempts to explain the ineffable but all-important Earth and humans, he begins to gather an aura of gold, baby pink, and baby blue. Crowley's red cloud of confusion also continues to intensify as he listens.

"But that's idiocy!"

The reddish clouds of confusion and doubt really begin to pick up speed now as Angel Crowley vents his frustration and beats his wings hard in agitation (also, shout out to how ruffled his feathers become because it's a whole mood in itself).

Here's where things get dangerous.

"Someone has to say "Look Boss, this is a really terrible idea..."

The red cloud has become a roiling crimson storm filling half the frame beyond Crowley and casting dark red light on his face. Meanwhile Aziraphale's background stubbornly hangs onto its cool colors, now opal and turquoise.

"I don't suppose anyone could object to me putting a note in the suggestion box..."

The nebula's red gas has now completely filled Crowley's frames, surrounding him on all sides. The next interesting thing occurs behind Aziraphale.

"I don't think it's our place to start suggesting...!"

In contrast to Crowley's red cloud of doubt, I've been calling this Aziraphale's red ball of anxiety (hello my old friend). He is deeply perturbed by this line of conversation and as he is explaining that the Almighty doesn't have, and likely wouldnt appreciate a suggestion box, this red light floats from behind his wing to behind his head (again, mood).

"If I was the one running it all..."

The saturation of Crowley's red background has lessened a bit, but Aziraphale's Red Ball of Anxiety reaches its peak intensity at this statement as Aziraphale nervously casts his gaze around to see if any other angels heard this borderline blasphemy.

"How much trouble could I get into just for asking a few questions?"

While Angel Crowley is still firmly framed by the red cloud, its disrupted by pale light cast by baby stars or proto-planets, as if it was being leavened by his irrepressible optimism.

For his part, we leave Aziraphale in a riot of both warm and cool colors: golds, greens, pinks, purples... This makes absolute sense to me, seing as it highlights the riot of emotions Aziraphale goes through, beginning with raw concern for Crowley's safety but resolving to a frankly breathtaking amount of affection and admiration. Seriously, zoom in and become unwell with me.

Well, that's all folks! Cheers to you if you stuck it out this far, hope literally any of my rambling and possible derangement was interesting to literally any one else 😅

[deliriumsdelight7]

slow burn, mutual pining, omegaverse

I just realized that I haven’t given ANY of these a letter grade. I’m just gonna keep doing what I’m doing.

Slow burn: love to read, CANNOT write. The agony of the will-they-won’t-they is exquisite but I lack the patience to write it myself.

Mutual pining: Two people at peak idiocy. Miscommunications and terrified, willful blindness abound. What’s not to love?

Omegaverse: I think I love it specifically because I’m ace. The weird sex characteristics don’t squick me out because… well, all sex parts squick me out irl, so what difference does a knot or some slick make? When all real sex is gross, and you’re a horndog, very little fictional sex is gross. Plus, the idea of being driven mindless and feral with lust is foreign and unattainable to me.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Tried to Kill Me

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Fourteen)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, attempted assassination (repetitively), threats, violence, guns, bombs, teasing, insults, poisoning, trip wire traps, improper use of a condom, piss play (not what you think), Dom being an alpha, trouble with stalkers, baiting, fights for dominance, morning kisses, grinding, mentions of sex, hormone cycles, self hatred, self control issues, needy make outs, desperate boys, voyeurism, claiming, demands, ruts, d/s undertones, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature (lightly explicit)

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The first attempt on the Alpha's life was a surprisingly dumb one- not that he should have been shocked by any amount of idiocy from James Sebastian. The next day after they turned down his not-so-kind offer of one life and one lifelong sex slave a package came to their door. It looked oddly fancy for regular mail and none of them had birthdays very close besides the obviously freshly born child, so Dom was already on edge the moment he saw it. He set it on the kitchen table and he tried to sniff it and listen closely. When nothing was apparent besides the annoying stench of other people he opened it carefully and rolled his eyes at the sight inside.

“Wha’s inside? A present?” Blain asked when he wandered into the room. When he peaked inside he grumbled too, they were all already at their wits end over this bastard. “Another bomb? Didn't he learn nuffin before?”

Dom shrugged and pulled the contraption apart, crushing the cell in his hand before ripping the cords free just to be safe. “Suppose not. ‘Ang on.” He smirked, retrieving the first phone they got and taking a picture of the mess that he sent to Jimmy with a kiss emoji and a middle finger. He laughed when he saw the three dots pop up and disappear. He was enjoying the game too much and loving how easy it was to drive the other Alpha up the wall.

The second attempt came the next day, a poisoned box of chocolates Dom could smell the moment it arrived on their floor. The toxin was overused and disgusting. Besides, chocolate wasn't high on his list. He accepted the box and set it on the counter, getting the phone for a second picture. He laid his middle finger on the box as if he were pointing and sent the image asking if he should try one. After that he double bagged the poison and called a hotel worker up to remove the trash from the building. He tipped them extra to pick up a safe box on the way home because his oldest son had gotten a look at the present and was pouting about fancy chocolate. He sent one more message telling James he should have tried chicken twisties, Dom was far more a salty bitch than a sweet one.

The third attempt was laughably over the top. It didn't even make sense to be set for him. It was by chance he was the one Colson sent down to the garage to check the Bentley for one of the omega's cards. It could have just as easily been Mod or Blain or even Col himself but it was annoyingly juvenile. Between the car and the beta’s Jeep was an actual tripwire waiting for his ankle. It was easy to spot and step over and he followed the string to the cinder block on the ceiling. The idiocy of this posh pompous arse was starting to piss him off but he just shook his head and disabled the trap before he found his mate's card between the leather seats.

After finding it he started to walk away before an idea struck him. He couldn't help but laugh as he checked the glove box for what he might need and victoriously found an old condom. Making himself whip his dick out and pee into the opening was difficult in the shadow of the garage and it triggered a memory like every time he used the bathroom since the day his lover made him piss himself. He didn't regret their play but it caused him trouble, it was hard forcing a stream through even a partial hard-on but he was learning. The attempt was worth it though when he was taking the block off the trap and tying the makeshift ‘water’ balloon in its place. He felt like a giddy child that he never got to be.

After fixing his own Home Alone style trap he retied the trip wire where it would actually be hidden. He dropped and broke the cinder block so it would appear the original thing hurt him before he all but skipped back to the elevator and up to their home. When he found his fiancé he handed over the card and started giggling. When Kells arched a brow he broke into an absolute fit. “Sorry luv but I might ‘ave pissed on someone else.” He forced out through chuckles and Col only looked at him even more confused. Eventually he was able to explain and the boss joined him in a laugh. They really couldn't treat this bastard with any sincere worry. He just didn't feel like a threat so much as a pest, not to them. Not after everything they went through already.

“What kind of Acme shit is this dude on? Too many Looney Tunes growing up. Pussy ass bitch can't even get his hands dirty.” Col sighed. He had too much to actually worry about to be anything more than annoyed.

“Nah, but he's about to get ‘is ‘ead messy.” Dom teased and they both started laughing again.

Of course Jimmy boy didn't text them in his rage but they had someone check the trap to find a wet mess everywhere except a dry spot on the ground in the shape of two very expensive shoes. Surprisingly he didn't contact them at all for the entire next day and Dom didn't find any assassination attempts. The next morning was safe as well until they started getting confused and checked with the clerk to see if he'd seen anything. Normally it would just be the Alpha leaving the apartment but Col thought they were more likely to talk to him. Halfway down he was fidgeting being away from their son but he just squeezed his lover’s hand and forced himself to continue.

For the man's first attempt to leave their baby behind he thought it was a success. Sure they stayed in the building but he was far enough away he felt the pull. It seemed like there was a tether between him and the infant still even though Punk existed outside of his body. His mate was his rock though and kept hold of him as unobtrusively as he could, and he let the omega lead the way as they spoke to the workers about all their security risks. They didn't have a picture to give them for James, weirdly the frat boy fuck kept himself out of the media. They just tried to explain the general vibe but it sounded like half the people who would stay at the Four Seasons.

It was late at night because they didn't want to be surrounded by people and it was the easiest time to catch the employees free. The lobby was empty and it made Col nervous but he talked to everyone he could about the situation before thinking it was time to head back up. Someone covered head to toe stepped through the glass doors and kept their head down. The older man noticed the hat and the trench coat were expensive as fuck and probably vintage and he tried to give the stranger an appreciative head nod. The man didn't look at them and barely moved but he reached into his briefcase. The couple felt their nerves escalate at the same moment and Dom turned them so his partner was behind him. The broody bitch did exactly what they thought and pulled out a gun. It all happened so quickly and three shots went off before the other Alpha was running out the door, jumping into a vehicle, and speeding away. The killer didn't have a chance to go after him. They realized in that moment they weren't just being stalked but being watched very closely. How else would he know they were out of their flat? Fuck.

Colson took a breath and looked around, the guy's aim was as bad as his bomb making and trap creating. The shots had gone wildly far away but the clerk was freaking out anyway, far more stressed than either of them. They shared a look before trying to calm the worker. They had to tip him a lot to keep him from calling the police. They couldn't include them when they were already being watched. They just hoped no one else caught the mess. Thankfully the idiot was smart enough to use a silencer even though he obviously didn't know how to use a gun. They did what they could to smooth over the incident and made their way back upstairs. Dom was ranting about how much he hated guns and Kells joked about how awful the man was with one. It felt like an insult he thought it would be so easy and he started to wonder if the fucker was actually trying to kill them or just fulfilling a duty. Every attempt felt silly, not serious. He might have stepped it up but that was probably more from being embarrassed than anything else. Of course Dom made the shame worse with a text to the bastard about how his aim was obviously better than Jimmy's and asked if he still felt pissed.

Colson was just proud of himself for leaving their home for a while, even if the attempt went terribly. It was almost better it went so badly because it set a precedent that he could handle anything. He felt more himself working things out with the hotel employees and getting shot at than he had in months. Violence was his lifeblood. His love language. Granted he was working on both to learn better for their sons. Blain was upset when he was told about the more serious attempt but he didn't know what he could do to make it better.

The next morning Dom was enjoying his morning tea and cigarette on his balcony when another shot was fired. It went way off track and over the building he thought, and the next landed closer but bounced off the bulletproof glass. He didn't move, he wouldn't be bullied so close to his home and he wanted to embarrass the man even more. He enjoyed every sip of his drink and every drag with his gaze wandering calmly until he spotted Jimmy Boy in the building across from them. It was another hotel and the Alpha was on the top floor- of course. Dom just finished up, blew him a kiss, flipped him off, and went back inside.

“Did I hear something hit the wall?” His lover asked as he woke up but Dom just waved off his worry and slipped back in bed to hold him.

“Jimmy is fhrowing a tantrum again.” The killer explained and the other rolled his eyes, pressing his lips to Dom's in a good morning kiss. The taste of something he no longer let himself enjoy was always an aphrodisiac in the morning. His mate didn't smoke much anymore out of respect for him but he allowed himself the relief first thing with his breakfast tea.

“I don't like that he's fucking with us in our home.” The omega grumbled, his fingers tangling in his fiancé’s wild hair. Dom didn't like it either but there wasn't much he could do until they were allowed to kill him. It was driving him mental as well.

“Let me off me leash.” The Alpha purred, biting softly at the boss's neck. He wasn't normally the one to nibble but his urges were getting intense and he felt more aggressive than normal. It was a feeling he knew well but he didn't want to bother his partner with it. He kept trying to shove it down but having someone threatening his family was making it way worse. He knew he was being more typically Alpha than Col had seen him before but he couldn't help it and Kells didn't seem to mind it. Yet.

“Fuck- I would if I could.” The omega promised as he tilted his head and let his growling lover roll him to his back. He'd give a lot to get the feds off their backs and let his pet psycho loose, he wanted blood as much as Dom did. He was surprised at the reaction his pent up boy was having but he had to admit at least to himself he was loving it. Every day he was acting more claiming. It started with the Alpha cupping his cunt when they slept and progressed to him bending Kells over at random times and laying against him like a promise. Dom never really growled or bit but he was obviously worked up and overwhelmed. His instincts on high alert with their new baby.

“Ain't no one getting close to yas. You mine.” The Alpha vowed as he set his teeth around the mark he'd left months before. It was his main claim on the older man and he was tempted to make another. His body slid between his mate's thighs as Colson spread his legs to invite him closer. He was already throbbing and Kells was wet enough he could scent him. A soft whimper escaped the boy, he didn't want to go too hard. They still weren't technically supposed to fuck and he knew if they did he'd go wild. His cock fit against the other's core and he felt the heat coming off him. He needed to be inside. He needed to own him. “Fuck m’sorry.”

Colson’s brows furrowed and his hips bucked up. He didn't know why the killer went still above him and he was tempted to punish his bitch for stopping mid-play. “Why? What the fuck? I'm having a good morning.” He chuckled. His voice was already breathy and he was surprised at how much he wanted to submit. The last few times they'd been together Col had held all the control. He rarely gave it up but whatever was going on inside the boy was doing it for him.

“I fink I'm… I- bloody ‘ell.” The Brit grumbled but he couldn't stop his body from rocking down, grinding them together.

Col grabbed his partner’s hair and tugged until their eyes met. Dominic was full Alpha already, his gaze crimson and his fangs exposed behind his plush pillow lips. The omega kept him close but took a breath to ask- “Fuck is wrong with you? I thought we were having fun.” When Dom flushed pink he knew it was something new. The guy never really blushed, he had to make him piss himself to get him to. It was something that drove him crazy and endeared him to his fiancé. He knew it meant it was something to do with his Alpha side. It almost always was.

“I don't mean to get all… grr.” Dom tried to explain but he ended up just sounding like a pitiful monster. His growl was half assed and frankly adorable but the omega just arched a brow to tell him to go on. “I mean I wanna. Fuck do I wanna. But ya know I try to let you-”

“That's cool. I didn't stop you, did I? I get everything this douchebag is doing is a lot. I get you're feeling territorial. I mean he hurt our son and we can't do shit to get back at him. It's fucking me up too. I can't imagine what it's doing to you since it's your family.”

“Not me family.”

“Possibly your family. So what you're getting a little aggro? I didn't say stop.” The omega grinned, flicking his tongue over his lover’s mouth.

“But I'm- it ain't about tha'. I don't ‘ave control of it. I- I'm sick.” Of all the things Dom could say Colson didn't expect that. He moved his hand from the boy's hair down to the back of his neck.

“You do feel warm. Hot even. Do you not feel well? Wait, what the hell does being sick have to do with your dick?” He chuckled. He was confused but starting to get worried.

Dom pressed his face against his partner's chest and made a noise like he was fighting a scream. His cock was still hard and pulsing against Col and the older man just wanted to get fucked. The Alpha mumbled something but the omega didn't understand. After he asked for a repeat and the killer just muttered again he tugged him back up by his hair. He was already dealing with multiple children and childish behaviors, he wouldn't put up with it from Dom no matter his actual age. When he met that red gaze again he tried to soften his annoyance. The guy was obviously nervous.

“Rut.”

“What?”

“Ya know ‘ow we waiting on ya ‘eat?” Dom flushed hotter.

“Duh. I don't think I'm there yet but maybe close. I mean shit when I wake up there's like a bucket of slick between my legs but I figured that was just cause you keep getting all- oh. Ooooh. Your cycle. You have a cycle too.” The man figured it out as he talked through it and it felt like a brick on his head. Of course he wasn't the only one with a hormone cycle and his fiancé hadn't had his since they met. “Is my body just reacting to yours then?” He didn't mean the question in a bad way, he always reacted to his lover but he could tell in the moment Dom took it wrong. “Don't you dare move. You know I didn't mean it like that.” He huffed and was surprised when his normally tame bitch growled at him. He was starting to think he could really get used to it, at least occasionally.

“So bloody sorry you wet for me.” Dom grumbled and his tone made something in Col’s mind want to go soft.

“Fuck you. I'm always wet for you, asshole.” Just because his instincts wanted him to go soft didn't mean he had to listen. Another part of him wanted to push the man into making him submit. It was so hard to get the killer to play rough with him and this felt like his chance. He just had to push the right buttons.

Dom smirked and nosed along his lover's jaw, nipping playfully at his mating mark. “Good omega. Better only be wet for me.”

“I dunno. There's a few pornstars that still turn me on.” He shrugged and got the death stare he wanted. “Look at you. So scared of your own rut you won't do anything to me. You'll ask me to present for you, won't you?”

That felt too much like saying Dom wasn't a good Alpha which bothered the part of him that wanted to kill James and protect his family. He forced himself not to get lost in the darkness though, he had more pressing matters to worry about. Mostly the puddle of slick making his boxers stick to them both, that was distracting as hell. “You'd say yes. I can feel ‘ow much you need me. Desperate. Needy cunt.” He cursed and felt his partner shiver below him. “But if you so sure of yourself…” He trailed off before kissing his lover roughly and hopping off of him.

Col stared up at the boy and felt himself shake. He needed him more than he could explain but he didn't want to be the first to break. He wanted to make Dom take him. He pushed himself out of bed and bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from speaking. He tried to just ignore the other and walk to the bathroom but he felt the weight of that gaze. At the last moment before he left the room he felt a hand grab his wrist and the Alpha pushed him forward and pressed him hard against the glass wall. The cold almost stung his skin but he tried not to whine, even when his mate lay flush against his back and grinded his cock against his ass. He fought to stay quiet. Dom pulled on his arm and it reminded them both of their first time. They'd had a moment almost exactly the same. He almost couldn't believe how far they'd come in that time but he didn't have time to be sweet. No, his mate obviously had plans for him.

“Get on the fucking sofa and present for me omega. I want him to watch me claim you.” The Alpha's voice was barely above a growl and it made Colson’s pussy wetter than he thought possible. “He doesn't fink I'm Alpha enough to protect you and our boys? I'll fucking show ‘im 'ow much of one I am.” Kells couldn't do more than nod and finally let a soft needy noise escape him. That he could do for his partner. For Dom's new mood he'd do a hell of a lot more.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🧡

James is turning up the heat but it seems like Dom's rut might be turning on Col's as well 🤭 Dom is getting very Alpha with all that's going on, I just wonder if it'll trigger Col's cycle or if they'll have multiple distractions. I told you they never stay apart long! Wonder what Jimmy will do with what's coming. Hope you're all still enjoying it! ❤️‍🔥🖤

[rliabl-narrator]

Microphone and Test Tube and Trust

For the last few episodes of inanimate insanity season 2, we see these two clash. I’m going to be focusing on Alternate Reality Show, Mine Your Own Business, and Hatching The Plan respectively, but before I get into that I want to talk about their characters leading up to these episodes.

Microphone: Started her alliance with Taco and already has a few disagreements with her methods, seemingly just floating through the game.

Test Tube: Not social at all, mainly focuses on helping the people around her and herself

EP. 12: ALTERNATE REALITY SHOW

So, Mic and Taco at the vending machine because Mic wants to return a taser that Taco had stolen from Test Tube’s lab at some point. I’d also like to note that, before this, neither of them had really interacted with the other team, aside from the maze.

Mic goes down and Test Tube immediately does not trust her, calling her a Jeebweezer, which means “An individual of high suspicion or idiocy.” Test Tube accidentally reveals her Time Machine, piquing Taco’s interest. Then, Lightbulb, wacky hijinks, they get portal’d away. Mic is clearly freaking out after, but Taco frames it as taking out two competitors. They steal the invisi-bow ties and leave.

Not much else happens that episode. Test Tube and Lightbulb come back safe, Knife finds out about Mic and Taco’s alliance, but it does show Test Tube and Microphone getting off on the wrong foot.

EP. 13: Mine Your Own Business

There’s only a few key things this episode. Test Tube is mostly focused on other’s (Lightbulb, Baseball, Fan) safety, while Mic is focused on Knife and trying to get him to join the alliance.

At the end, Knife warns them about Test Tube and Fan analyzing everyone, which now shifts their focus onto them. So, using the bows, they lead Suitcase straight to the gem just as Fan and Test Tube arrive. Using her dart blaster, Tets Tube tries to hit Suitcase, but she ends up hitting a invisible Microphone.

So, not only does she see Mic with one of her inventions that she stole, she sees that she was actively working against them. So going into episode 14, they are already on negative terms, plus Test Tube is a little um shaken after taking the egg in the Fantube divorce.

Also, they fucking left Mic in the mines paralyzed and that is so very funny to me

Ep. 14: Hatching The Plan (A.K.A Peak Fiction)

So Fan gets captured, Test Tube paralyzes an entire spaceship, it’s all cool. Test Tube is very clearly distressed and unhinged through all of this. Mic suggests that her secret lab could help them, and Test Tube becomes overdramatic and sets off literal fireworks. She makes a little quip about Mic stealing from her, and they move on.

So, while their building the vending machine ship, Microphone is sitting off to the side, and I’m assuming Test Tube made her because she doesn’t trust her at all, and clearly states so multiple times. Taco, of course, forms a plan of sorts, and tells Mic to buy her time, so now Mic is actively working against the ships success (both the literal rocket ship and Testmic) and Test Tube again, putting them at odds.

Mic almost accidentally kills Test Tube, but the ship goes up. Mic doesn’t really know what Taco’s plan is but she make’s her promise no violence, and guess what. Taco immediately kills Test Tube with a gun that she probably made and I think that’s when Mic finally stops, turning on Taco and stepping in front of the gun barrel. She cuts ties with Taco immediately after the challenge is over.

Unfortunately the damage was already done and Mic saves Fan, winning the challenge. She brings him back and everyone is cheering. aside from Test Tube, who is just staring in hurt and disbelief. Mic is completely silent throughout this whole scene as everyone applauds her, and when Test Tube tries to explain what really happened, no one (aside from LB) believed her, and Fan wasn’t conscious, so he couldn’t back her up.

“I hope it was worth it.”

And then Microphone quits the game.

And then Test Tube is eliminated.

And then they become roommates at the hotel (this isn’t canon but c’mon yes it is)

I find it so interesting how despite Test Tube knowing she couldn’t trust Mic before Hatching the Plan and showing nothing but irritation towards her, she still felt like Mic had stabbed her in the back. Because yes, Test Tube knew she could steal, and cheat, but she didn’t know Microphone would go that far to win the stupid challenge.

And Mic is just so sorry for everything she did, leaving them in a place where they should be able to patch things up but Test Tube just doesn’t want to hear it, why would she ever trust anything Mic had to say?

[hexed-padlock]

So I completed Curse of Strahd over a year and a half ago. I was just thinking about how my Tav, a white dragonborn named Iudex, can actually be my old D&D character Clatter the Kenku. Clatter was always impulsive and it’d make sense if they died during an adventure because they got cocky. So now it’s canon that Iudex was a Kenku back in their Barovia days. They died around a couple years after killing Strahd because of their own idiocy, got revived through the Reincarnate spell, and a few months later found themselves kidnapped by mindflayers.

Imagine Iudex’s reaction, whose adventuring career peaked at slaying Count Strahd Von Zarovich himself, learned that Astarion is a vampire spawn- how Astarion was mistreated and abused, and how he doesn’t believe anyone could kill Cazador.

Now they gotta face Cazador and Iudex is just completely trying not to name drop Strahd or their old name and party. Like “oh look at this loser. He’s got nothing on that Dread Lord I killed lol”

Anyway, post-Cazador and maybe post-game discussions with the party where Iudex off-handedly comments “If I had a gold for every time I killed a (tyrannical) Vampire Lord and an evil ‘god’ within the same week, I’d have two gold” and Strahd’s name is casually dropped somewhere there. Cue the party absolutely losing their shit. They don’t believe Iudex of course, and Iudex nonchalantly calls up this lich (her Barovia party’s wizard) who has taken up residence in Castle Ravenloft.

Other fun facts about my Tav:

Iudex’s patron is Neferon himself lol- this was before I tweaked their backstory to include the reincarnation bit. But now it’s just funny.

Clatter nearly died several times during her time in Barovia because she had zero brain to mouth filter. They learned from this of course, and is now very careful as Iudex though will still blow up if someone insults them.

Iudex fucked around somewhere and swapped their class from Druid to Warlock because “New body, new me” and made a whole backstory they tell everyone about never being able to wield magic so they made a deal with a powerful devil when in reality they’re just blackmailing Neferon somewhat.