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Meg 2: The Trench (titled Shark 2 in some territories)[2] is a 2023 science fiction action film directed by Ben Wheatley from a screenplay by Jon Hoeber, Erich Hoeber, and Dean Georgaris, based on the 1999 novel The Trench by Steve Alten. Serving as the sequel to The Meg (2018), the film stars Jason Statham, Wu Jing, Sophia Cai, Page Kennedy, Sergio Peris-Mencheta, Skyler Samuels and Cliff Curtis. In the plot, a group of scientists must outrun, outsmart and outswim their merciless predators when a malevolent mining operation threatens their mission and forces them into a high-stakes battle for survival.

Plans for the sequel announced to be early development on October 2018 after the box office success of the first film, Wheatley replaced Jon Turteltaub to attached to be director from the returning script by Dean Georgaris, Jon Hoeber and Erich Hoeber, with Alten completed the screenplay in 2019. Filming begin on various locations on Asia and the London place Leavesden Studio on February 2022 with much of the cast joined the same month until May 2022.

Meg 2: The Trench had its world premiere at the Shanghai International Film Festival on June 9, 2023, and is scheduled to be released in the United States on August 4, 2023, by Warner Bros. Pictures.

Director Ben Wheatley Writers Jon HoeberErich HoeberDean Georgaris Stars Jason StathamJing WuCliff Curtis

Cast Jason Statham as Jonas Taylor Wu Jing as Jiuming Sophia Cai as Meiying Zhang Page Kennedy as DJ Sergio Peris-Mencheta Skyler Samuels Cliff Curtis as James "Mac" Mackreides Sienna Guillory Melissanthi Mahut Production Development In April 2018, Jason Statham said a sequel to The Meg (2018) would happen if the film did well with the public, saying "I think it's like anything in this day and age – if it makes money, there's obviously an appetite to make more money. And if it doesn't do well, they'll soon sweep it under the carpet--but that's the way Hollywood works."[6] In August 2018, Steve Alten said "My feeling has always been that this is a billion dollar franchise if it was done right. But to be done right you had to get the shark right, get the cast right, get the tone right. And Warner Bros. have nailed it completely. The producers have nailed it."[7] In October 2018, executive producer Catherine Xujun Ying announced a sequel was in the early stages of development.

Pre-production In March 2019, it was announced that a script for the film was in the works, with screenwriters Dean Georgaris, and Jon and Erich Hoeber returning.[9][10] In his September 2020 newsletter, Alten confirmed the script, titled Meg 2: The Trench, to be complete, and expressed interest in its "dark" tone.[11] In October 2020, Ben Wheatley was announced to direct.

Filming In April 2021, Statham said filming was set to begin in January 2022. Filming commenced as planned at the end of January at the Warner-owned Leavesden Studios outside London, with principal photography starting on February 4, 2022. It continued there until May before switching to outdoor locations, presumably in Asia. While the production was ongoing, Sienna Guillory, Skyler Samuels, Sergio Peris-Mencheta, and Wu Jing were announced as part of the cast.

Post-production DNEG, Scanline VFX and Milk VFX provided the visual effects for the sequel (with DNEG also handling the 3D conversion). Pete Bebb and Gavin Round served as production visual effects supervisor and production visual effects producer respectively.

Music Harry Gregson-Williams composed the sequel, returning from the first film.WaterTower Music released a score album on July 28, in addition to the Bankay Ojo's remix version of Page Kennedy's song "Chomp."

Release Meg 2: The Trench is scheduled to be released by Warner Bros. Pictures in the United States on August 4, 2023.The film had its world premiere at the Shanghai International Film Festival on June 9, 2023

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[adamwatchesmovies]

A Wrinkle in Time (2018)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

A Wrinkle in Time proves the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Ava Duvernay is a talented director. Looking at this film, it's clear she had enthusiasm for this project and put more than a little bit of herself in it. This is the first movie with a budget of $100+ million to be directed by a Black woman (shocking that it took us so long) and it contains a wholesome message of female empowerment, self-acceptance and love. If only it could also be good.

Four years ago, revolutionary physicist Dr. Alex Murry (Chris Pine) vanished, leaving behind his wife Kate (Gugu Mbatha-Raw), son Charles Wallace (Deric McCabe) and daughter Meg (Storm Reid). When three extra-dimensional beings come to Meg and explain that her father is held captive by a spreading force of darkness called “The It” (voiced by David Oyelowo), she, her brother and friend Calvin (Levi Miller) travel to a faraway realm to save him.

Though I've never read the original work by Madeleines L’Engle, I have taken some time to research the story, I've seen this film twice and have reviewed the 2003 TV adaptation of the novel (also by Disney). I can make an educated guess as to why this film doesn’t work and why it isn’t a good adaptation of the novel. So much of this story depends on inner monologue and on us understanding the characters. Meg is a teenager profoundly disturbed by the disappearance of her father. She feels ugly, stupid and alone. She lashes out at the world as a way to mask her pain. Why does her angst make her worth all the attention of the three space Mrs.? It doesn’t.

What’s been eliminated is her little brother’s genius-level intellect and his developping telekinetic abilities. In the novel, the Mrs. want him. Unfortunately, he’s too young to fight. They compromise by bringing a trio of children with them on their adventure, believing that Meg can help Charles Wallace. They understand the It - a composite of two characters from the novel. The force of darkness represents/is responsible for all of the world's greed, selfishness, anger, etc. At the plot's core is the relationship between Meg and her brother. How can she love him and help the boy overcome the evil of the IT if she doesn’t even love herself? All of this is not in this film. Instead, Charles Wallace is an annoying smart-ass whom you have no attachment to whatsoever. Although you understand why Meg is upset, you don’t latch onto her like you should. Right away, you don’t care. The cringe-inducing dialogue given to the performers - most of which are not very good - does not help.

This movie desperately wants to fill you with sensations of wonder but it neglects the story’s foundation. Unless you go in knowing what A Wrinkle in Time is all really about, you won’t understand any of it. Mindy Kaling plays Mrs. Who, one of the astral women who speaks entirely by quoting other people… unless she doesn’t. Apparently, she’s evolved past the point of being able to form her own thoughts? That makes no sense. As does the behaviour of Meg’s father pre-disappearance. Despite his wife’s protests, he tried to convince his peers that he could use his mind to teleport halfway across the galaxy. They laughed. You do too, even when you know he's right. The Mrs. can’t fight the IT by themselves so they recruit a trio of kids to help them? It's a real head-scratcher, particularly considering Calvin contributes nothing to the plot.

At least you can see all the money on-screen. The costumes, makeup and the strange worlds Meg and her friends travel to look great. Sometimes it feels a little bit weird for weirdness’ sake (I don’t know why they insisted on having Oprah Winfrey’s Mrs. Which appear as a 30-foot woman, for example) and other scenes of action and peril make it obvious screenplay writers Jennifer Lee and Jeff Stockwell were too in love with the source material to cut out scenes that ultimately mean nothing. Reese Witherspoon’s Mrs. Whatsit transforms into a flying leaf creature and gives the children a ride but you’d trade that scene for some genuine emotions or some much-needed exposition in a heartbeat.

The writing is plainly awful. Dialogue is stilted and the exposition we get goes down as smoothly as a spoonful of rusty nails. And then, it’s over. It doesn’t happen often that a 109-minute movie feels too short but the conclusion is so abrupt and so easy it undermines everything that came earlier.

The more you scrutinize A Wrinkle in Time, the worse it looks. This is a bad fantasy dish someone tried to save by drowning it in special effects sauce. Its heart is in the right place but when audiences are paying for this movie with their time and money, all that ambition doesn’t mean anything. (January 3, 2020)

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[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2024 Day 325

Jack In the Box/Orphan 55

“Jack In the Box”

Plot Description: After the Winchesters mourn a fallen hunter, Jack tries to right his wrongs until a dearth of angels in Heaven forces him to use his powers

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: were I a wraith, I wouldn’t stand a chance against Bobby

Who are these people?! I thought all the apocalypse world people died, but I’m glad there are people here for Mary’s memorial

Yeah, Dean’s not a public griever…and that includes in front of Sam, Cas, and Bobby

Ketch mention. They remembered he exists

I would hate to be in Jack’s shoes rn. Between the actual guilt he is feeling over Mary and the Lucifer inside his head

Oh Deeeeean. Deeeeeeeeeeean 💔😭

Heaven is, unsurprisingly, still no fan of Castiel

I’m so suspicious of Dumah right now. Is she probably doing the right thing in the greater good sense, but is she doing….not great things in the meantime? Oh yeah. She’s an Old Testament type angel, having Jack turn a dude into a pillar of salt

He’s so impressionable, and Dumah wants him to make more angels. With no actual instructions

Oh no oh no oh no….that’s disturbing. I don’t want to watch a dude have worms emerge from his skin…oh he’s in the HOSPITAL hospital

Omg the box Dean built to contain him and Michael…I hate what this has come to. Dean wants to lie to Jack about a spell that will fix his souls to get him to agree to be contained til they have everything they need…but there is no spell

I don’t blame Dumah, but she should have known better than to threaten Mary and John’s souls to Castiel

It’s so hard for the Winchesters to hide their hurt, especially when Jack is so placid. Like, yes, he SAYS he regrets what he did but…….

This is so hard to watch. Jack is still so earnest, and the boys…they seem like they hate that it’s come to this but it’s the only thing that will work

Not to make light of this scared kid trapped in this box that can and will hold anything, crying out for the people who swore to protect him, but it is feeling a little like when I had to close my bedroom door with Meg on the outside so I could hang some lights in peace and she meowed incessantly from the other side of the door

The sheer amount of betrayal in this one episode

Oh!! Is he going to burn through the Ma’lak box?! Oh this backfired on the Winchesters BIG TIME. I was thinking earlier about how this season, the penultimate season, was feeling a little disjointed and even anticlimactic since Michael was vanquished, but having to go up against Jack who has been manipulated and betrayed so much. I’m excited for the season finale

“Orphan 55”

Plot Description: A luxury holiday on an alien planet beckons for the Doctor and friends. But their stay at Tranquility Spa becomes a fight for survival against terrifying monsters

The welcome is giving Fantasy Island and specifically the reboot

Already things are going wrong?!?! Both behind the scenes of the spa and with Ryan

Why is the spa under attack?!

They were not joking when they said terrifying monsters

Oh cool. They built the spa in a place where they REALLY shouldn’t have…even the atmosphere isn’t compatible. So of course the indigenous population doesn’t want them there

I was wondering why the episode was called that. It’s the name of the planet they’re on. It’s a planet that’s become too toxic for life but this species adapted

Awkwardly ace Doctor strikes again. She could not recognize that Ryan and that girl were…maybe flirting is the wrong word but getting to know each other because they’re both interested

Oh I don’t think Benni and this lady will be getting married, even though they came all this way for him

Touya would be disappointed to hear this from me, but if I felt abandoned by a parent, I don’t think my go to would be “go undercover and try to kill them while burning their work to the ground.” I would take less drastic routes, but the girl Ryan was chatting up should definitely have fun traumatizing her mom (the spa owner) back

Orphan 55 is Earth?! I don’t know how I didn’t see that coming

The old lady sacrificed herself for the group because she couldn’t run and made them use too much oxygen 😭😭

Can people stop sacrificing themselves for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES?!

These are mutated humans…I mean, I guess I buy it, they sure are featherless bipeds

I wouldn’t blame ALL of this on Bella (the now former owner’s estranged daughter)

Oh shit! The owner didn’t die!! And she saved her daughter…kinda

This is a little bit of a heavy handed global warming lesson at the end

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[dreamingabouttaron]

Taron Egerton One Shot

Hello one and all, I hope everyone is safe and well. 

I received 2 requests that were very similar so I decided to put them together, I hope that is okay.

Please send more requests my way.

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You were tightly curled up on Taron’s side of the bed underneath a fluffy blanket, despite the fact that it was already way past noon. Earlier that morning, you’d tried standing up, intending to get up and ready for the day ahead; only to find yourself swaying as soon as your feet touched the floor; resulting in you collapsing back down onto the bed from sudden dizziness.

You had spent the last few hours staring at a blank phone screen, watching the time slowly tick away. It was stuffy and hot in your room, but you could barely move. Every muscle in your body ached, every time you swallowed it burnt as if your throat was on fire. You had woken up feeling awfully nauseous. Waves of queasiness had been teasing you for a few days now, lingering in the back of your throat like an itch that wouldn’t go away no matter what you did. A sickening feeling begins to creep back into your mouth; the urge to vomit is present, but not yet imminent.

You sigh wearily to yourself as you wallowed in self-pity. You hated being sick, it sucked. You had so much you needed to do but you knew today was going to be another write off. You pulled the covers tightly around your body and closed your eyes in an attempt to stop the room spinning around you.

You didn’t know how long you had been laying there for, but the sound of the front door opening and closing made your ears prick up. You listened to the jangle the keys made as they’re got placed down onto the counter. You listened to the sound of the footsteps on the stairs getting closer and closer. You opened your eyes just as your husband appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, a small plastic bag in one hand, his brown jacket in the other.

“Hello beautiful,” Taron murmured, his eyes going all soft and concerned as he takes in your current situation — buried under the blanket, half your hair tied up in a messy bun as the other half dangled loosely around your neck and a positively miserable expression painted on your face. Taron walked over to you and carefully sat on the edge of the bed beside you trying to not disturb you too much. He placed his hand on your forehead and felt its warmth. His expression turned to concern, you were burning up. Beads of sweat were present in your hairline and down your neck.

“How are you feeling?” He asked quietly. He hated seeing you like this. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel better.

“I don’t feel too good…” you mumble as you pull the covers off your body as you feel a wave of sickness rushes through your body. You manage to make a bee-line into the ensuite with Taron following closely behind you. You make it into the bathroom just in time.

You felt Taron’s presence beside you, his muffled voice telling you it was okay and that you were safe and that you needed to take deep breaths. You tried to suck one in; it was short and shaky. You took another deep breath, and air shocking your lungs. You did it again and again and again, your head started to clear up a bit. Taron’s voice was a little less muffled and your head stopped spinning for a moment. You were in shock, your entire body was shaking. You hated feeling like this. It was awful. You wanted it all to stop.

You felt tears flood your eyes, as two strong hands wrapped tightly around your body, shushing you and gently stroking your hair. You instantly melted into Taron's arms, you leant your head onto his shoulder, shaking and sobbing and gripping his t-shirt for dear life. Taron continued to whisper into your ear, reassuring you that everything was going to be okay as he rubbed small circles on your back. All throughout the unglamorous ordeal, Taron stayed by your side. He continued to murmur calming and reassuring words into your ear that get drowned out by the unrelenting roar of your pulse. In sickness and in health… You thought.

When the nausea finally ceased, you slumped against the wall beside the toilet, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your forehead on top of them. The deathly dizzying sensation still pulsing behind your temples so you close your eyes and force yourself to take deep breaths, in order to steady yourself. You loved Taron to pieces, but you still didn’t like him seeing you like this. However you were also so incredibly thankful that he was there for you.

You manage to find the strength to pull your head back up as you let out a large sigh. You turned to look at Taron who had a small thin sympathetic smile on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the small plastic bag Taron had with him. You furrow your brows as you examine the contents inside the bag.

“Taron?” you whisper.

“Yes?” He replies just as quietly.

“What’s this?” you ask, pulling the plastic bag closer to you. You place your hand inside and pick out the contents. A small rectangular box was now sat neatly in your hand. “A pregnancy test?” You question as your eyes still scan the box.

A scarlet flush spreads across Taron’s face, spreading from the roots of his hair, to the tips of his ears and even down his neck. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Um, look, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take one.” he states, gesturing awkwardly to the box in your hand.

You look down at the pregnancy test in your hand in disbelief. To be fair, it wouldn’t be a complete surprise, you and Taron had been a lot lazier with regards to using protection and, now that you think about it, your period might be a little bit late. But then again it wasn’t unusual for you to have irregular cycles.

Taron shifted uncomfortably beside you, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just assumed. You don’t have too...”

“No, no...” You reply shaking your head, as you start to open the box. “You’re right, there’s no harm in seeing.” You turn to look at Taron, you both pause looking into each others eyes. You had no doubt that no matter what this test said, you would both love and support each other. Sure this wasn’t planned but if you were pregnant, you couldn’t wish to go through it with anyone better.

You break open the seal, then tip out the contents of the box onto your lap; a pee-on-a-stick test and a small instruction leaflet. You skim through, your brows furrowed and your lips caught nervously between your teeth. In your peripheral vision, you can see your husband trying to not let his nerves show. The process seemed simple enough. Pee on the stick, cap it, then wait three minute before reading the result. Standard. You’ve never taken a pregnancy test before, you couldn’t tell if you were feeling excited or petrified.

“I’ll give you a moment,” Taron states as he pushes himself up onto his feet. “I love you,” he breathes, pressing a tender kiss to the middle of your forehead before walking out the bathroom to give you privacy. You giggle as you watch him leave, wondering how on earth you landed yourself this wonderful, caring man. Even in moments like this, when you felt like death, he always brought a smile to your face.

Once he was gone, you pull down your PJ shorts, take an unnecessarily dramatic breath, then sit on the toilet to take a test, whose results could very well change life as you know it. As stated in the instructions, once you’d saturated the tip, you replace the cap, then set it on the bathroom counter. You then washed your hands and head back into the bedroom, where Taron was patiently sat waiting wearing a hopeful expression on his face. His large thighs were spread apart and his elbows were on his knees.

“Now we wait three minutes.” you announce as you walk over to him. Taron’s eyes flash down to the time on his lock screen before sitting up and holding his arms out inviting you in. You smile brightly and perch yourself in his lap. His strong arms encircle you, pulling you close, making you feel safe, instantly making you feel better. You both sat in silence for a moment. You could feel how fast his heart was beating in his chest. You were sure that he could feel yours beating just as fast.

“I’m a little nervous.” he admits his voice low and quiet.

“Me too,” you breathe, your fingers slowly tracing the moles he had on his arms. It was quite possibly the longest three minutes you’ve ever had to wait out. You knew that everyone said that kind of thing when they’re waiting for something as momentous and potentially life-changing as this, but still, it was true. As you sat and waited, pictures of a baby Egerton flashed in your head. You pictured Taron helping your child ride a bike, teaching them how to tie up their shoelaces, reading them bed time stories in silly voices. The thought made your heart burst with pride.

“I think it’s time.” You heard Taron quietly say, breaking you from your thought. You slowly pull yourself out of Taron’s reach. “Are you ready?” you ask, holding a hand out for him to take. He takes it, swallows nervously, then shakes his head. “Is anyone truly ready?”

You both head back into the bathroom, anxiety and excitement filling your bodies. The next few seconds pass by in a surreal blur. One moment you were walking into the bathroom, the next moment you’re staring at the pregnancy test on the counter and seeing two bright lines staring back at you. Your heart stopped. You didn’t know whether to scream or bawl. Torn in its indecision, your body winds up doing neither, choosing to freeze in shock, instead. It’s quite possible that for a few seconds, your lungs stopped working.

“Megs?” Taron muttered almost under his breath, he was just as frozen as you were. “Y..Yes?” you reply, your mouth finally remembering how to make words come out. Your muscles are acting like they’re paralysed, no matter how hard you command them to move, you’re stuck in the same spot.

You turned to look at Taron, his expression was a curious yet beautiful mixture of shock, fear and excitement. He grabbed you gently his hands making their way up to take your face into his hold. He watched your expression, then eagerly pressed his perfect lips on yours. When he pulled away, you could see tears trailing down his cheeks.

His mouth breaks out into a huge grin when his eyes lock onto yours. “You’re pregnant?” he whispers softly, one hand lightly coming to rest on your belly. “Yeah,” you reply, your voice breathless as tears start to roll down your face. “We’re pregnant! We’re going to be parents. You’re gonna be a dad!”

Taron paused, as if the realisation hit him, “I am. Holy shit!” he says. “Holy shit, we’re gonna be parents!” he cries exultantly, picking you up and spinning you around in a circle. You squeal playfully before Taron placed you safely back down on the ground. His hands carefully travelling up and down your body as if he still hasn’t wrapped his head around the idea. You were going to have a baby. You were going to be parents. You were finally going to be a family.

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[glassprism]

Thoughts regarding the recent Valentine's posts from the social media accounts...certain phans saying "oooooh loving the Phantom and all of his problems is okay it is just fictional" when you have some incredibly disturbing, REAL LIFE parallels of people romanticising individuals like Jeremy Meeks, Yuka Takaoka, and ACTUAL SERIAL KILLERS like Bundy, Dahmer, Manson, etc. And not just a few people, but a TON of people legit romanticising them?! Puts blindly loving The Phantom into some perspective

I don’t follow the social media accounts for Phantom, so I didn’t see much of that at all, other than the Meg one for Singles’ Day. I thought that one was pretty dumb, but more because it was such a misread of her character in the original musical, who never expressed much interest in Raoul or the Phantom and generally came off as Christine’s more sensible and worried friend. Of course, this is the official Phantom account and so they’re probably forced to take Love Never Dies as canon, so maybe in that light it does make sense...

Anyway, I don’t think the question of “how much does media influence reality” can be answered so simply and neatly as “yes it totally does have an effect” or “no it doesn’t, everyone everywhere can separate reality from fiction”.  Like any form of learning, of experiencing your environment under your particular circumstances and background, it’s probably a far more complex process in which what you see interacts with what you already know, what you’ve grown up with, what you value, which in turn is interacted with by you, so that each person’s experience with media becomes unique to them.

Which is a long way of saying, “I think it’s complicated”, far more complicated and different than your comparison of women who fall in love with real-life serial killers, which I think is very unfair to the vast majority of phans. Whatever the Phantom is, he is fictional, the people he kills are fictional; moreover, he is a character into whom we get a great deal of insight into his motivations, his backstory, and his remorse at the end. That’s not something we get with most real people, and so it’s understandable why people can sympathize and even romanticize the Phantom because they feel that they know him, or for other reasons that don’t necessarily apply to people falling in love with serial killers: fulfilling certain fantasies, exploring complexities in characters and relationships in a safer place than reality, and so on.

And yet... I was just reading this autobiography today, Look What You Made Me Do, which is about domestic abuse and coercive control, and this one passage stood out to me:

A secretary, let’s call her Lisa, was leaving her job with one executive in a company and going to work for another. On her first day in the new job a huge bouquet of flowers arrived from her old boss.

‘How lovely!’ exclaimed her colleagues and yes, Lisa agreed, they were lovely.

Then the next day another bouquet arrived. And the day after that another. And the day after that. He carried on for two whole weeks.

‘He was marking me,’ Lisa told me. ‘He was saying I was his property.’

It was deeply disturbing. She hated it. But how many ‘chick flicks’ do we see where a man sends bouquet after bouquet after bouquet and we think, ‘How romantic’? No wonder people get the wrong idea.

And just, it’s difficult to read things like that and not think that, as much as most people can separate fiction from reality, there are subtle messages that we take in and subconsciously make a part of what we think is “normal”. 

Ultimately, do I think that there’s going to be this one-to-one correlation where if we romanticize someone “problematic” in fiction, it’ll automatically happen in real life? Not really, it’s rarely that simple. But do I think that what we see in media, and how we interact with it, may in turn combine with our temperament, our current situation, our values, the way we were raised, our previous knowledge, all in a complicated process to produce new behavior and new patterns of thinking that could be unhealthy? Yeah, possibly.

#abuse mention #uh do I need to tag for the serial killers? and also how #never thought I'd have to ask that here but there you go #Anonymous #GP gets asks

[chifrany]

Children of the Entity

Chapter One

It always hurts for a few moments after the Entity claims you. Perhaps he was taking a bit longer to heal than usual cause he felt like he was floating for hours till he finally felt the sinking feeling of returning down. Knowing that meant he would return to consciousness soon. Sighing and expecting to wake up among friends, Dwight opened one hesitant eye. 

The familiar crackle of the fire however didn't exist. Frowning, he opened both eyes up before sitting up more properly. The campfire was gone and wherever he was he had never been before. Did the Entity respawn him in the middle of another trial? Something like that hadn't happened since earlier in his 'career' here. When there wasn't as many survivors to work with. 

Getting to his feet, he figured he better find the generators around and help his team. However walking into the buildings and along the outside of the map. He didn't find anything out of the ordinary. But most of all no generators. A bit weirded out, he paused next to a stream that ran by close to the buildings. Dipping his hand in the running water, amazed at the feel of it. 

It had felt like centuries since he last touched water like this. The cold feels shocking and invigorating. Making him feel more alive than he had felt in a long time. Seeing no one else around he decided to do something he hadn't done in a long time. So stripping down he hopped into the river as he bathed. 

Only getting out when his body couldn't handle the cold anymore. He roughly threw his clothes in as well. Most of his clothes were covered in dirt and blood, with a new outfit appearing every so often giving him a break from the grimy feel of others. Now at least he could get some of the dirt off. He just wished this stream had some bars of soap around. 

With the clothes as clean as he could get, he decided just to pull them on, wet and all. Not wanting to risk being butt naked just in case there was something else here. Walking back to the buildings, he was surprised when he noticed the sun in the sky was starting to lower. Looking back at the building he remembered all the beds and even blankets that was within it. Deciding to go to the pink house, he explored each of the different rooms. Finally stopping at the rather large one in the attic. 

He'd always had an apartment style room and this one was immaculate compared to what he was used to. Grinning softly to himself he turned towards the door pleased when he saw it also had a lock. Locking the door behind him, he decided to take off the wet clothes now that he had some security. Hanging them up to dry before crawling into the bed. 

The softness immediately melting him and making him sigh. He wasn't sure where he was but it sure beat the trials. 

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The next day was spent exploring after he woke up. One thing he was starting to notice was the familiar return of hunger and thirst. Drinking from the stream helped with the one part but he wasn't the smartest when it came to perhaps catching food. He did see animals around but even if he caught one, he wasn't sure how to cook or eat it. 

He stumbled across some berries and was about to eat it when he remembered Claudette warning him about all the poisonous berries. Nervous now, he decided to just sleep hungry. He would risk it when he was more desperate. 

The next afternoon however, things changed as fog appeared once more. He watched in awe as four sleeping forms appeared right in the middle of the road similar to him. Except these bodies he recognized. "Jake! Meg! Nea! Claudette!" He yelled out. Not afraid of attracting something at this point. He had explored and saw no evidence of killers. 

His four friends were slowly waking even before he called their names but upon hearing it they seemed to look over at him in surprise. "Dwight?" Meg was the first to speak and grinning she leaped to her feet before pulling him into a hug. "Where the hell have you been?" She demanded. 

He grinned however as slowly the other three got to his feet. "I don't know but I've been here for about two days." Dwight explained. Before having to also explain how the sun rises and sets here as well. His excitement to not be alone also caused him to show them around. 

"Theres animals, berries, a creek over there where you can wash. The rooms inside also have a large bath that you can use. I think we might even be able to boil some water to get it working." He explained. 

"How far into the woods have you gone?" Nea asked this question. Dwight however looked deep into the woods before shaking his head. 

"Not far. Here seemed safe and I didn't want to get lost." He admitted. 

Jake narrowed his eyes, "Are we still in the Entities Realm?" He questioned. 

"I think so, look over here." Dwight explained. Showing them all the temple put in place for the Entity. They recognized the symbol on the rock as one that they see in their dreams. 

"So still in the realms but no trials." Claudette spoke before seeming to smile. "Maybe, this is it? We've done enough so it's letting us live in comfort." She figured. 

"I haven't seen any killers." Dwight agreed. The other three didn't seem as convinced although Meg seemed to soften a little. 

"It will be nice to not die daily." She said softly. With that they decided to attempt to settle as they all chose a room. Dwight immediately saying he's fine with giving up the big room. He only took it cause he thought he was alone. They didn't care and surprisingly they all decided to stay in the same house. With Jake and Meg taking rooms on the bottom floor, Claudette in the middle and Nea the floor right before Dwight's. 

As the day started drawing to a close Claudette showed which berries were safe and they had a pretty vegan supper. Although Jake had planted some makeshift traps for prey. 

~~~~~~~~~~

On the two day mark after the four arrived was when more people showed up. This time being David, Quentin and Laurie. David decided to take the big room in the blue house.  Laurie and Quentin also decided to be the blue house although they both took a room on the second floor. 

Dwight was starting to consider a pattern however. Wondering if after two more days more would show up. And upon the next two days when Ace and Bill appeared. He figured that theory was sound. Both Ace and Bill were a bit special upon their arrival. Seeming a bit younger then they were before. 

Bill being the most noticeable, back wearing his army sweats. Ace decided to take a room in the pink house while Bill decided on the blue. 

The next two days after that though caused a big disturbance. Once more going out to see who was grabbed next. Dwight was shocked when he recognized the cloaked figure of the Wraith. The man's weapon even lay down next to him. 

Things were tense as they stared at his prone form. As he started to calm too Dwight grew alarmed however David immediately stepped into view. Glaring at the cloaked figure. For his part the Wraith seemed almost confused as he stared back at David. 

Seeing him here now, he almost looked more human. And not the horrific monster they had learned to fear. As he moved to stand, he just seemed wary as he looked first at David then at Bill who also was moving in closer. "Where am I?" He questioned. Dwight's eyes widened, he didn't even think the Wraith could speak. 

"You're in trouble if you even think of trying anything." Bill shot back. The Wraith just turned to look at him taking a step back as he stared at the closest 'threats'. 

Looking down at his weapon, he paused for a moment before dropping it on the ground and taking another step away from it. "I don't want to hurt you." He promised. 

"Yeah, right." David responded back. 

"Believe me or don't it's the truth. I understand why you hate me though." The Wraith responded. Sighing before lifting up the familiar bell. The familiar ringing sound as he disappeared in front of them. 

After that it definitely seemed like he was hiding. With them not seeing him for the rest of the day. As it started to approach nighttime, Dwight walked over to Claudette seeing her stare outside. "You think he meant it?" She asked softly. 

"Meant what?" He responded. 

"That he didn't mean it. Mean to kill us all that is." She clarified. 

"I don't know." Dwight admitted before remembering something he read in a journal once. "Baker said that a lot of the killers were tortured and forced into this just like us." He explained. Knowing she would know who Benedict Baker was. After all, she was the one who found the first journal entry. 

"You never told me about that one." She accused. 

Dwight looked guilty but for his part he just shrugged, "They were killing us either way. Didn't think it was that important in the grand scheme of things." He admitted. She seemed to accept that explanation before sighing. 

"I wonder if more will show up." She fretted. 

Dwight was wondering the same. After all, if one showed up, what was stopping more? 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That question was answered the next round as, now, a bit more wary. They watched as the first killer himself formed. At least the first killer to most here. The metal and glass that usually plagued his body was gone though leaving behind large, white scars. Unlike Wraith however it seemed like the intimidation feat had no effect on Trapper. 

Especially since he still had his machete. Just like Wraith however he didn't openly go to attack. Instead he just looked around, confused and angry. "What now?" He grumbled. 

Ignoring David as he started to walk around. Call him cowardly but Dwight just watched him. He seemed to not be the only one as they all seemed to be following him but staying a safe distance away. All except David that is. "Oi! Don't ignore me mate, think y' can just ignore me, huh? Yeah well let's see how tough y' are outside of the trials, yeah!" David threatened. 

"So we aren't in a trial?" Evan suddenly said, turning and focusing his full attention on David. David for his part seemed a bit startled but recovered quickly as he crossed his arms.

"No, no we aren't." David actually responded. Evans's complete disinterest perhaps caused him pause. The fact that he had his machete in his hand might have also been a key factor. 

At the response, Evan turned away from him once more as he started to explore the buildings. Dwight using this opportunity to move closer to David. "Be careful." He warned. David and him always had an off and on relationship between David sometimes liking him and sometimes being downright hostile to him. 

It seemed that he took Dwight's genuine concern though as just that. Not getting angry although shaking his head, "He isn't going to push me around anym're. Or any of y'." He said that part more loudly. Actually looking at Dwight when he said it. 

Dwight however just shook his head, "I don't want to see you getting hurt." He admitted. "Not anymore, this place… is safe. It can be safe." He said nervously but repeating it he felt more sure. 

"Yeah, I'll make sure it stays safe mate." David responded. 

It was at this moment that Trapper seemed to return. Spotting the mini gathering of survivors before snorting, "Stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours." He said. 

David immediately seemed angry at this however Dwight took this moment to step forward. Forcing himself to be brave, "Don't hurt any of us. This place seems like a home away from the pain of the trials. I would prefer to keep it that way." He explained. 

"It's alive here. You can feel it in the air." Trapper responded back. Before nodding, "No more killing." He assured before looking off at their skinned animals. "Unless we need food. I'll set up some traps. Try not to step on them." And with that he walked away. Heading straight into the woods. 

"Well, at least he seems to want to get us food." Ace cut in. 

"Just don't step in his traps." Quentin mumbled. 

The next day was even more surprising as walking in, Evan threw down a doe in the centre of their area. So far they had only caught a few rabbits. This would easily feed them all with possible leftovers. 

Nobody said anything when Evan claimed a room in the blue house. Or when the Wraith seemed to reappear and choose his own room in that house as well. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Dwight was a bit disappointed when the next ones that arrived were not one but four other killers. The smaller forms of the Legion appeared as they all took forms looking around warily. Unlike Trapper however once they settled they didn't seem as willing to stay on their own side. 

Often coming over and seeing what everyone else was doing. Dwight had almost tripped down the steps when the girl with the pink hair suddenly said hi behind him. That wasn't the only thing about them though. No, what bothered him more was when who he seemed to be the leader came up to him and asked him this. 

"So.. what do you want us to do? I've never skinned anything before but we could check the traps." He had said. Dwight had just stared in alarm because this Male, as he had learned, was Frank. Was asking him what he wanted him to do. He looked completely serious too, if a bit awkward. 

"Uh actually, we need to fill some buckets with water if you could do that an-" 

"Done!" And with that he just walked away. Returning to his Legion as Dwight watched them all run and grab a bucket. Shaking his head and trying to ignore how disturbing Dwight found it. He went back to work on his own project. 

~~~~~~~~~

Thankfully the next ones to arrive were three more survivors which was a relief to Dwight as they worked to get them settled. At this point the blue house had become the killer's house while the survivors decided to stay in the pink one. 

With more mouths to feed however it seemed like the Killers, at least Trapper was a bit more useful as one of the only ones that could bring in big prey. So they did attempt to try to work together with them. The first step was not separating their eating times. 

Although the first dinner with the killer's presence was definitely awkward. With everyone tense and on edge. "So… Do you play music?" Joey, one of the Legion, suddenly asked attention focused on Kate. 

"I.. know a few songs." Kate responded. 

"Oh! Like what I bet it's all country." Susie cut in laughing before growing awkward as others didn't join in. 

Dwight stared at those two although noticed that Frank's gaze was locked on Jeff. Jeff for his part seemed to be ignoring his gaze as he just ate slowly. "You know. I'm not that hungry going to go for a walk." Frank suddenly said loudly. Getting to his feet before turning and walking out. 

It was no surprise to Dwight when the rest of the Legion seemed to collectively take their leave as well. "About time." David muttered next to Dwight. Dwight looked at the scrapper curiously but he didn't explain himself. 

Sighing, Dwight went back to his meal. 

The next ones to arrive were Jane and Zarina but what was even more exciting than their arrival was everyone's clothes. Dwight never thought he would be that excited to see his stupid elf costume again but wearing the same thing all the time wasn't the best feeling. Although most of his clothes would definitely need to be washed of all the blood and sweat. It was still great to see them again. 

As Jill, Chris, Leon and Claire arrived a few days later did Dwight find himself stuck in a conversation with Zarina. "There's fifty." She said out loud. 

"What?" Dwight asked, glancing over at her. 

"There are fifty rooms and every two days more survivors or killers survive. So… I think eventually there are going to be fifty of us." She explained. 

Dwight blinked in surprise before looking off at the two buildings. "Wonder what's going to happen when we reach fifty." He fretted. 

"Think we will figure out why we are here." Zarina said simply. "Although there is another thing I realized. I think eventually some of us will have to live with the killers she admitted." 

"What?" Dwight questioned. 

Zarina shrugged, "I have a feeling there is going to be more of us than them." She just said calmly. "And I think we should decide sooner, rather than later, who is going to move over." 

The next ones to arrive were Steve, Nancy and Jonathon which generally made Dwight worry about Zarinas words. He figured she had a point though and after a moment decided to organize a meeting. Explaining Zarinas fears with all survivors present. Finishing off that nobody would be forced but it was something to consider. 

It was no real surprise that after admitting that out loud a few volunteered to move over to the killer side. Those being Chris, Jill, Leon, Bill, and surprisingly Nea. After that it was just them moving over to the other rooms. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next ones to arrive seemed to be more killers. Who quickly settled into the blue building. It seemed after these ones however that there seemed to be a break from groups arriving at once as only the Pig arrived next time. He hoped the next arrivals would be more survivors. 

As it came the time to expect more arrivals though he suddenly felt the urge to head off to the temple. Upon arriving there he found he wasn't the only one. And seeing a bunch of passed out sleeping faces slowly start to awaken, Dwight had a bad feeling about all of this. 

He surprisingly stayed mostly calm throughout the Observers announcement. Love? This is what this place was? He seemed to not be the only one in a level of disbelief. As the minute the Observer disappeared everyone's voices started up at once. Varying degrees of alarm, confusion and even paranoia. 

"Enough." He mumbled out loud. The panic around him makes him anxious. With no response he grew frustrated before saying it even louder, "QUIET!" He yelled out. Surprised when it actually worked and people turned to look at him. 

"Panicking isn't going to solve anything. Just, help those that are new get settled. Then we'll figure out… that." Dwight said. There were a few that seemed annoyed at his order but at least some agreed. He was even relieved when he noticed a few killers moving to help the newer killers who just arrived as well. 

As everyone started going their separate ways. Dwight actually went to find his own corner. A year? To find love? It seemed unreal but he didn't doubt it was the truth in this case. 

Still, "This is not going to be easy." He muttered.

#dwight fairfield #dead by daylight #children of the Entity

[elindae-writes]

What if when Star was taken by Meg after Darkest Hour and Star mocks, defies and refuses to beg to Meg even while getting beaten up, Shockwave offers to erase Star's mind so Meg could make him be loyal again: Star is scared, but still refuses to beg and asks Soundwave to record him so Star can say his goodbyes to his friends before his mind is gone. Soundwave agrees and Star tearfully thanks the autobots and kids and says that he will miss them! Sound, Knock, Break and Dreadwing's reactions? 💔

Soundwave would at first assume that Starscream is attempting to trick them all. He’d look around and wonder if tearfully recording his goodbyes was Starscream’s way of diverting the Decepticon’s attention. But then Soundwave would realize that Starscream genuinely is saying goodbye. His processor would race to try and come up with some manipulative scheme, but then Soundwave would finally understand that for once, there is no manipulative scheme. This new and heartfelt version of Starscream would disturb Soundwave and make him wonder what kind of things happened to Star while back at the Autobot base. The display of emotion would shock him. Soundwave and Megatron both worked hard to ensure that Starscream would never feel secure enough to make friends again, so seeing Starscream tearfully lift off the names of all of his friends would make Soundwave realize that he had failed. He’d get angry and drag Starscream off.

Breakdown would be the least surprised. He was once an Autobot himself and he saw the effect Optimus had on mechs, so he’d just sadly listen to Star’s speech. He had a feeling Star would come back a changed mech and he even told KO about this prediction of his, but KO wouldn’t believe him. Breakdown wouldn’t really be that surprised by the new redeemed Starscream. He’d approach Starscream in private and ask him how Bulkhead is doing. Starscream would reassure him that he managed to regain his memories and that he’s fine. Star would encourage Breakdown to switch sides again and he’d also encourage Breakdown to watch over Bulkhead and Miko for him. Star would say something like, “Miko is so much trouble that we always need to have at least two pairs of optics on her!” Breakdown would nod sadly and quickly readopt his strong-mech persona. Megatron and Shockwave would send Breakdown to grab Starscream and bring him to the lab for his memory erasure. Breakdown wouldn’t be able to bring himself to look Star in the optic the entire trip there. He’d drop Star off and then just sit outside the door for a few minutes. Then he’d angrily drive into the desert and wreck some things while crying.

Knock Out would at first have trouble believing what he’s seeing. He’d wonder how in the world Starscream, the most annoying bot in the galaxy, somehow managed to acquire so many friends. He’d probably make a quip about how Star’s got this whole social circle. Most of the time whenever Knock Out annoys Starscream, Starscream reacts by being annoyed with KO. But this time Starscream would get angry at KO. He’d dare him to lay a servo on his new friends and would tell Knock Out that if he tried to hurt them then he would beat KO up when he reached the Allspark. Knock Out would be disturbed by this threat and would awkwardly laugh as he backed off. He would be grieved by the thought of Starscream losing all of his memories. Although they often fought together they did occasionally get along and it would sadden Knock Out to realize that Star’s memories of all their weird hijinks would now vanish. He’d later approach Breakdown and tell him that was he right in his guess that Star would come back as a changed mech.

Dreadwing would also assume that Starscream is attempting to pull some trick. He’d probably have to resist the urge to interrupt Star’s speech and he’d be very tempted to just wring Starscream by the neck and force the Seeker to explain what he seeks to gain by pretending to be so close to the ‘Bots. Only his sense of honor would hold him back. He’d think back to all of the times he last saw his own fellow soldiers and friends (such as Skyquake) and would also come to realize that Star’s display of grief is genuine. He’d look at this Seeker and wonder what was possibly worth befriending there. He’s always seen Starscream as this nuisance, but for the first time he’d stop to consider that there is more to the Seeker than meets the eye. He would have no time to learn more about this hidden side of Starscream though due to the upcoming memory erasure. Dreadwing would silently watch Starscream be dragged off and he’d wonder if maybe the Seeker did have some honor after all.

#ask #transformers #transformers:prime #autobot starscream #starscream redemption #starscream #dreadwing #breakdown #knock out #soundwave #angst

[peanutbutterjelly-pie]

Not According To Plan

Summary:  A fire truck, a smoky kitchen and an unexpected surprise are awaiting Dean after coming back home from work.

The last thing Dean expected to see after coming back home from work was a huge fire truck in front of his apartment building and his neighbors standing outside on the sidewalk in various stages of disgruntlement.

Dean leaps out of the Impala so quickly he almost forgets to turn it off and hurries over to the group of people as fast as possible, his heart nearly in his throat as his overly creative mind imagines the most horrible scenarios in a matter of milliseconds. “What happened?”

Several faces turn in his direction, most of them looking quite annoyed but thankfully not even the slightest bit worried or alarmed.

Small miracles.

Meg, their neighbor directly living across the hall, at last scoffs at him and shakes his head. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

Cas.

Dean’s chest clenches painfully as he suddenly notices his boyfriend not standing here with the others. Cas actually should’ve been home for hours, his shift at the police station having ended early, like every Friday.

So why --?

Before any disturbing pictures manage to invade his head, though, he spots Castiel a little on the side, sitting on a small wall with his face buried into his palms. He looks small and defeated, but thankfully perfectly alive.

“Cas!” Dean exclaims and instantly rushes over, his knees crying in protest as they hit the hard concrete when Dean kneels down to be on his boyfriend’s eye level. “Babe, you alright?”

Cas makes some incoherent noises into his hands, but otherwise refrains from elaborating.

“C’mon, Cas, talk to me,” Dean encourages him softly, laying one hand onto his thigh in a soothing manner. “You’re not hurt, right?”

Dean naturally is pretty sure he isn’t -- after all, neither the firefighters nor their neighbors would remain so calm if that seriously would be the case --, however, he wants Cas to say it out loud anyway.

Just to ease Dean’s mind.

As expected Cas’ head snaps up right away, his eyes wide. “No, no, of course not,” he reassures Dean hastily. “I’m physically unharmed. Please don’t worry about that.”

Dean smiles softly at him, already on the verge of whispering, “I will always worry because I love you more than anything in the world”, but in the end he only leans forward and presses a gentle kiss onto Cas’ lips. He’s not really keen on getting all emotional with so many people standing close by, but nevertheless he can’t help showing affection, especially after such an unexpected shock late in the evening.

“So, what happened, babe?” Dean wonders. “Why are our neighbors pointing the finger at you?”

“Because he burned your kitchen down,” Meg adds helpfully from the background, resulting in the people around her nod in confirmation.

Cas shoots Meg a dark glare, obviously highly displeased by such a public announcement, while Dean’s brows climb upwards as he stares at his boyfriend.

“You burned our kitchen down?”

Great.

Just great.

Cas, however, merely snorts. “It didn’t ‘burn down’,” he defends himself with the biggest pout in the history of pouts while at the same time using air-quotes like the adorable dork he is. “There was just a lot of smoke and the smoke detectors went off --”

He rambles on, about the device’s noises and how he tried to make it stop, how he utterly failed and the fire department showed up soon after, ushering every single resident outside into the cold, how they’re forced to stand around for over half an hour now ...

And meanwhile Dean simply feels a lot of things, but mostly it’s relief and gratitude for things not turning out as bad as they could have been.

“Cas, honey,” Dean eventually cuts into Cas’ rambles, “what were you even doing in the kitchen in the first place? You’re a terrible cook.”

Cas pulls a face. “I’m not ‘terrible’.”

Dean chuckles as he leans a little closer. “Babe, I love you and you have a lot of amazing qualities, but cooking is not one of them. Remember Thanksgiving last year?”

Cas starts to squirm at the reminder. “I just forgot I had already salted the potatoes.”

“And so you salted them twice.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

Dean smiles and doesn’t even give a damn that he probably looks inappropriately lovesick and dumb. After all, that’s what Cas is doing to him on a regular basis and he’s not ashamed to show it.

“Besides, I wasn’t cooking,” Cas picks up their earlier topic. “I was baking. And the pie turned out perfectly, thank you very much. You would have loved it.” He deflates a bit as he adds, “I just messed up with the oven’s timer somehow. So the pie ended as a piece of coal and the smoke …”

Triggered the alarm.

Sounds about right.

“Why were you even baking a pie on a Friday night anyway?” Dean can’t help wondering. “We could’ve baked one together on the weekend, if you’d have wanted to. Or we could’ve visited that cute little bakery around the corner and get ourselves some nice slices …”

Cas groans and buries his face in his palms again. “But it was supposed to be a surprise. For you.”

Dean already thought as much, yet his heart swells anyway. “Cas …”

“And I wanted to do it tonight before I would’ve lost my nerves or something,” Cas continues to rant. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Months even. Hell, probably since the day I met you.” He scoffs. “And tonight I told myself to just do it. And I knew you wouldn’t appreciate grand gestures. Restaurants, candle light, flowers or even a frigging orchestra. That’s not you -- and frankly, that’s not me either.”

Dean can’t help a frown, wondering where the hell this rambling is even supposed to go.

“So I figured a homemade pie would be the best way,” Cas adds, not detecting the confusion on his boyfriend’s face. “A simple gesture, yet so powerful. I even got the recipe from your mother and she actually started to cry when I told her about my plan, so be prepared for that, you’ll probably get some teary phone calls tomorrow -- at least if everything goes according to plan -- well, not entirely according to plan because having the fire department showing up clearly wasn’t part of that -- I only aimed for the pie and the proposal and maybe some naked engagement activities afterwards, firefighters surely weren’t on the menu -- although, I have, of course, to confess that their uniforms are nice to look at and if you would ever consider borrowing one of these --”

While Cas continues to babble some nonsense, obviously a direct result of his nerves going downhill, Dean simply gapes at him with a slack jaw and a wildly hammering heart threatening to burst out of his ribcage.

Suddenly he’s aware of everything. Of Cas talking himself into a frenzy, of their neighbors suddenly leaning in interestedly, probably not having been aware of the reason of that little fire until now, of the firemen in the background barking orders, apparently ready to wrap everything up.

And just a second later Dean’s entire attention focuses on Cas alone.

“You … you …” His throat feels bone dry all of a sudden. “You wanted to propose?”

Dean feels like he’s been hit by a train. Granted, they’ve been together for about two years now and Dean pretty much knew Cas was it for him the first time he saw his gummy smile, they even talked about marriage a couple of times, particularly in the last few months, mostly jokingly about it and yet with a serious undertone, and still Dean feels completely unprepared for this.

“This is not how I pictured it to go,” Cas grumbles. “I got the pie and a ring in my sock drawer and an emotional speech, and instead now we’re sitting here, out in the cold, and I almost burned our apartment down, and all of our nosy neighbors are witnessing my failure --”

Dean doesn’t give him any more time to freak out as he presses his lips against Cas’ in the most sensual kiss of his life, happiness filling every inch of his being.

He had no idea how true joy felt until this very moment.

So when they eventually pull apart he beams at Cas and whispers against his lips, “Yes.”

Cas blinks, at first most likely wondering what Dean is even referring to, and it takes this wonderful idiot an embarrassingly long time to catch up.

“You’re saying yes?”

His voice is pure awe and wonder and Dean never loved him more.

“Of course I’m saying yes,” Dean emphasizes. As if there ever could’ve been a different answer.

Cas, however, doesn’t seem to understand Dean’s train of thought. “But … but this was a terrible proposal. Horrible.”

Dean grins. “It was perfect.”

Cas shakes his head. “But … the fire … the lost pie …”

“Cas, it’s you,” Dean states. “That’s all that matters. You could’ve asked me while sitting on the freaking toilet and I would’ve said yes.”

Anywhere.

Anytime.

There’s not a single doubt in Dean’s mind. This is it.

Just like he knew two years ago when Cas smiled at him for the first time.

“But … but …” Cas seems a bit lost, obviously highly overwhelmed that nothing went as scheduled. “I technically didn’t even ask you yet.”

Dean laughs, loud and happy. “Then hurry up, you moron. I can’t wait to be engaged.”

For a moment it appears Cas wants to argue some more, but then his features soften impossibly and he breathes, “Dean, will you marry me?”

Dean kisses him again, whispering “yes, yes, yes” into his mouth, feeling elated and giddy beyond words, and he doesn’t even give a crap as he suddenly hears enthusiastic cheering from behind him and their next door neighbor Mildred muttering, “Well, now I’m not even mad I missed my soap opera. This is way better.”

Dean actually has to agree with her on that one.

So when some time later they’re finally back in their apartment and Dean gets his ring at last which is immediately followed by the naked engagement activities Cas had been hoping for, Dean just knows he’s the luckiest guy alive.

Because he has an awesome fiancé in his arms, a silver band on his finger and a smoky kitchen.

Sounds perfect to him.

#destiel #fanfic #destiel drabble #fic #spnfanficfriday #because it inspired this little one shot :D #next to my discord group's weekly challenge :) #fluff #established relationship #fanfiction: mine

[minimus-ambus]

charity commission for @orcinuss​!  i’ll also put the fic under the cut!

It had been eight-hundred years, and-. It hadn’t.

This was the thought Megatron kept having every single time he looked at them. 

He had gone through four million years of war — what was a measly eight hundred? War passed by quickly, though, when you were used to it. When you were at the head of it. Megatron had spent four million years trying to conquer his home, and eight hundred years running from it. Literally. 

He was safe from the hand of Cybertron, now, and he wasn’t completely sure how to feel about it. The selfish part of him said he should be thankful for his escape from death, grateful for the forgiveness of his former friends, enjoy being captain once more of the Lost Light. But the other part of his spark, the one that held the weight of billions of swaying blue sparkflowers, said otherwise.

Rodimus had almost seemed surprised when Megatron stepped down from his co-captainship. “Huh..... you’ve changed, Megs. If you didn’t already have a Rodimus Star I might just’ve given you another!” 

Megatron had felt an odd prickling in his optics at this. Then, of course, Rodimus had tacked on: “Now move over I want the captain’s chair again.”

Megatron had briefly considered moving rooms with the change, but ultimately decided not to. Of course, this meant he would have to clean up the damage and vandalism that had been inflicted on his habsuite over his- absence. 

(Every time, it stung. “A few weeks,” Minimus had said. A few weeks.)

Minimus himself had led him to his hab, apologizing in advance for the mess they were sure to see. Sure enough, the room had been thoroughly trashed by mutineers giddy off of their victory (or maybe just looking for something of Megatron’s to destroy since they couldn’t hurt him themselves). Megatron couldn’t blame them — it must have been cathartic. 

He wished they had at least left his desk intact, though. (Really, how was a desk to blame for his war crimes? His datapads, maybe — but a desk?)

Megatron sighed as he surveyed the destruction, and then glanced to his side. Even with the Magnus armor and all of his steely control, Minimus clearly loathed what he was seeing in front of him and was holding back from hunting down all those responsible for such a mess and forcing them to clean it up while in their alt-modes — Megatron could tell by the way his mouth tightened.

“It’ll be fine with just a bit of work, I’m sure,” Megatron said, patting Minimus on the arm. Minimus pulled his arm away — not out of malice, instead looking plainly surprised.

However, that emotion was hurriedly covered up, and Minimus frowned. “That sounds suspiciously close to exaggeration. You know how I feel about exaggeration.”

“On the contrary; I said ‘I’m sure,’ rendering my assertion that the room will be alright as a statement of opinion, not fact, therefore less likely to be exaggerated.” 

Minimus stared at him again (he was doing that a lot, lately). Then, he made a funny little sound, turned pink, and covered his mouth with a hand. “Erk- Um. Yes, well, that was a good joke. You have... improved.” With that, he quickly turned away and started gathering up broken pieces of datapad scattered across the berth. 

Megatron blinked at the back of his head, unsure how exactly to process such a response. Had Minimus just.... laughed? 

He would have to keep pondering the question as the two of them began their work, scrubbing paint off the walls, disassembling the ruined furniture so it could be moved out of the habsuite and disposed of, picking up the broken glasses of engex and their sticky contents—it was a difficult endeavor, but one Minimus obviously enjoyed. 

Some part of Megatron smiled to see Minimus in his element, but another part of him was feeling suspiciously off. Every surface in the room, even the parts that had been wrecked, was coated in a light layer of dust. Minimus sniffed at this and pulled a feather duster from- from somewhere; Megatron just stared at the thin grey residue and felt out of touch. He had just found Ravage’s old bed, kicked underneath his berth, when a sudden, startling ache washed over his frame. As he stood up, the room swayed minutely, his vision fuzzing out for a moment. It felt like there was a pressure imbalance inside his head, pushing up against the back of his optics before retreating, leaving a disturbing emptiness that made his head throb. Megatron sat heavily down on the berth, one hand over his optic. 

Minimus stopped what he was doing as well, turning to face him with a puzzled look. “Why did you stop?” His expression shifted, catching the accusatory tone in his voice. “I- I mean,” he cleared his throat, “if you’d like to take a break, that would be amenable.” 

Megatron sighed, trying to muster up a smile for Minimus. He didn’t know if it came across well—Minimus only looked awkwardly stricken when their optics met. 

“I apologize, Minimus. I... I suppose my frame isn’t what it used to be.” His smile turned reminiscent in a way Minimus had never seen before. “Hah, and Ratchet always told me if I didn’t rest enough, my legs would rust right out from under me. I would love to tell him he was wrong—it’s my head that’s going, not my legs.”

Minimus tilted his head to one side like a turbofox. “Er, if you want to tell that to Ratchet, you know where his hab is. Unless you would like me to accompany you...?”

Megatron blinked at him, looking completely bewildered for half a second before understanding dawned over him. “Oh, no Minimus—I mean a different Ratchet. The Ratchet who,” he waved his hand vaguely, “you... you know.” 

A quiet expression had settled onto his face, still and somber and incredibly strange to Minimus. Megatron—this didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel like Megatron—not the one who started out stubborn and rude and slowly transformed into a person startlingly new and unlike anyone Minimus had ever met before. He didn’t even look quite the same; his frame was far more worn, aged and faded like he had lived a full life in the time Minimus had taken to just get over him.

And, well. He had, hadn’t he? 

Minimus looked about the room, at the messes that waited to be tidied up. He looked at the shelves that had been covered in dust but now were completely clean. He looked at Megatron: unavoidably altered but undoubtedly the same bot who regarded Minimus with soft looks whenever he thought he couldn’t see, rubbing his weary face with lines under his optics that were old but new to him—and Minimus set down the feather duster. 

He sat down on the berth next to Megatron, who glanced up with a look of curious surprise. “I would like to hear about this different Ratchet.”

Megatron blinked at him. Minimus felt himself blush a bit. “Er, that is, if you are alright with sharing that information—if the memories are too difficult for you to recall, please do not feel obligated-“ 

Megatron put a hand over his where it lay flat on the berth between them, effectively shutting Minimus’s processor off mid-thought. 

“That... sounds nice, Minimus.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

#fic #fanfic #robotswriting #mtmte #minimegs #minimus ambus #megatron

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- PINKY AND THE BRAIN - EXPERIMENTS -

Below the cut is a personal project on the much more morbid side. Animal lab experimentation is always something I’ve found equal parts horrible and fascinating. Once in a blue moon, I’ll do research on the subject out of curiosity and/or for storytelling purposes. Even as a kid, I found this of interest, and when watching Pinky and the Brain I was always a bit disappointed that we never saw more of what the characters actually went through in the lab during the day. Granted, there’s a reason as to why this was never shown, as a child audience had to be kept in mind, yet still I pondered about it....

Over the last few days, I’ve been churning out compositions based on internet findings -- old and new experiments that rats and mice are put through, many of them humane, some of them very much not. It was an eye-opening journey for me artistically and otherwise, discovering what I’m comfortable drawing and what I never want to sketch again, as well as learning more about this realm of the scientific world.

WARNING: SOME GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. If needles, patients dealing with the effects of cancer, and general portrayals of pain bother you, I wouldn’t bother venturing onward. I not only drew out experiments that the characters might have gone through, but also describe all of my findings in detail and provide video footage to go along with it. While I didn’t go full-on vivisection or anything, some of this might still be disturbing, so I’m taking extra precaution.

All of the images below are “color-coded” and graded. The experiments start out fairly tame, then get worse... and worse... and worse. The backgrounds reflect this, going from fairly light to quite dark.

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Experiment #1 - Tail Flick Test

A fairly harmless experiment. The subject is mostly restrained, leaving only their tail exposed. An intense light beam is projected onto the exposed appendage, with the animal flicking their tail when the pain/heat becomes too much. This test is utilized in basic pain research and to measure analgesic effectiveness.

I wanted Brain to wear an expression of deep apathy -- he’s done this a million times and will probably do it a million times more. At this point, he doesn’t even care anymore.

For the background, I simply copied an environment in one of the videos I found.

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzrA1tDTfkQ

Experiment #2 - Rotarod Performance Test

Another experiment that’s generally harmless. One or multiple subjects are placed on elevated rotating rods so as to measure such things as endurance, balance, grip strength, and more.

I imagine Pinky would enjoy this test, as he’s familiar with running on a wheel and actually enjoys more strenuous activities. Brain, on the other hand, would only participate via sheer force. He’d also be more prone to fall after a shorter period of time, getting tired faster than his cage mate.

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v56MtrmWAs0

Experiment #3 - Shot (General)

Nothing special. Just Brain about to get shot.

This is all highly exaggerated, of course. A mouse would simply be held firmly, not strapped down, for a simple injection. Also, I can’t imagine why they’d be shot in the face, although Meg told me that scientists tend to draw blood samples from a mouse’s cheek. Need to look that up. I wasn’t at all going for accuracy here, but rather how it might feel -- how scary it would be.

Experiment #4 - Sciatic Nerve Constriction

An experiment in chronic neuropathic pain, due to the central or peripheral nervous system sustaining damage. Under anesthesia, the animal’s sciatic nerve is exposed via skin incision. The connective tissue between the biceps femoris muscles and the gluteus superficialis is cut. The nerve is then loosely tied with four chrome gut ligatures so to occlude, but not arrest, blood flow. The wound is sutured, the animal is given 24 hours to recover, and then both hindpaws are tested for pain sensitivity. Sounds terrible, but it’s certainly not the worst of the experiments I researched.

I have no idea what’s going on with the coloring in this. Again, going for feel more than accuracy, but the hues are way too calm.

Information link: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22433911

Experiment #5 - Writhing Test

Particularly cruel test in which acetic acid is introduced into the system, inducing severe internal pain. The typical response includes writhing, abdominal retraction, and stretching of the hind limbs. Despite the test being withdrawn in 2004 for unethical reasons, it is still employed by some.

This was my favorite one to draw. Although the lighting and shading are not the greatest, it made for an interesting experiment. I did not intend for the lines to be so bold, but it kind of turned into an almost comic-style illustration. I ended up playing around with it a bit and like the result enough to post it.

I would not watch the video below if you are squeamish. It is difficult to swallow. On another note, you may find the “Empathetic Behavior: Emotional Contagion in Mice” section in the second link of interest. For cage mates in particular, if one or both mice were injected with the same acid, and allowed to observe one another, an injected mouse would writhe more if its partner was also in pain. I can’t help but imagine Brain and Pinky in this type of situation....

Information link #1: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3543562/

Information link #2: https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/biochemistry-genetics-and-molecular-biology/writhing-test

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ib63O4F856w

Experiment #6 - Transgenic K5ras Mouse / Nude Mouse (Combination)

Experiment in which cancer is induced in the system. Nude mice are bred for a number of tests, and are used for this one, as well.

My least favorite to draw, but my favorite to color. One particular experiment I found showed a tumor in every follicle on a mouse’s muzzle. Was trying to go for this look, albeit exacerbated.

Information link #1: https://www.cell.com/current-biology/fulltext/S0960-9822(98)70203-9?_returnURL=https%3A%2F%2Flinkinghub.elsevier.com%2Fretrieve%2Fpii%2FS0960982298702039%3Fshowall%3Dtrue

Information link #2: https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2012/08/weirdest-lab-mice/

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Bonus:

This is based on a test that I found absolutely hilarious. There’s a certain chemical, called W-18, that’s been on the drug market for... some years. The potency of it is supposedly insanely high, although this has never been proven. It’s basically a research chemical (created at a university in the 80s) with analgesic properties that were shown to be “painkillers or blockers of the painkilling effect of morphine in mice”. Mice, not humans. To quote a specific article:

“... when they first injected some of these chemicals into the animals at a dose similar to aspirin, the mice stood up for about a minute and fell over unconscious. They remained unconscious – for five days. But they weren’t dead. They were still breathing. And when they woke, they seemed fine, other than being really hungry and thirsty.”

They literally keeled over from the supposed potency of it. From what I recall, they don’t even know exactly what it was doing to their system, other than the fact that it knocked them out. I just find it funny that they were completely fine after awakening days later.

Although the pure smell of it wouldn’t cause such a reaction, I liked the idea of it in picture form and so depicted Brain simply taking a whiff before passing out.

Information link: https://www.forbes.com/sites/davidkroll/2016/04/30/w-18-the-high-potency-research-chemical-making-news-what-it-is-and-what-it-isnt/#2c45a5dd4757

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Experiments researched, but not implemented:

- Tail dipped in ice cold water (mentioned here: cold water) - Morris water maze - Porton Down nerve agent test(s) (the worst; not even sure how I’d depict this)

The Porton Down tests sounded so indescribably cruel that I simply couldn’t bear to put Brain or Pinky through either of those, much less draw them out. It was the most horrific of the experiments I found, second only to a story about a French physiologist in the 1700s/1800s who performed, I believe, vivisection on live, six-week-old puppies. There’s a limit and that’s my limit. Even the cancer-based composition above was difficult to create. I legit felt dirty drawing it.

Researching these subjects was incredibly interesting, and I came across a few articles that touched on animal experimentation and the question of whether or not it’s ethical. Should such practices continue? It’s more complicated than a simple “yes” or no” answer. Some tests are fairly harmless, whilst others border on the inhumane, and some are downright cruel. Some people say that, without testing, there would be a lot less medicine on the shelves to assist in relieving and curing our ailments, whilst others argue that 90+% of the time the testing done is unnecessary, the results yielded by the subjects dissimilar to those that would be shown by humans and, henceforth, stating that the inaccuracies are numerous. This particular article offered up what I thought was a pretty genuine and interesting debate on the matter:

Pain in Lab Animals: How Much is Too Much?

In an interview with Dr. Jeffrey Mogil, a neuroscientist, he mentions that:

“You have complete control over everything in mice. Within limits, you can do whatever you want as long as you minimize pain and suffering of the subjects.“

Full interview: https://www.integrativepainscienceinstitute.com/latest_podcast/sex-differences-in-pain-and-pain-inhibition-with-dr-jeffrey-mogil/

While many establishments do follow the Animal Welfare Act, other laboratories still implement unethical practices. Also, the rules for what constitutes as acceptable in regards to tests that can only be performed without painkillers or anesthesia administered is... nebulous.

Thankfully, there is a number of lab testing equipment on the market specifically designed to be more humane and less stress-inducing to its subjects. These restrainers, for example, allow the animal to “walk in” without having to be physically forced backwards into a container:

Restrainers

Here is another example of testing that is relatively pain-free:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4401362/

It’s simple and inexpensive while still allowing scientists to perform tests.

Below is a video showing how a type of rotarod works, one that doesn’t place the rods too high and provides a cushion underneath in case the subjects fall:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T38fDS2i13k

This tail flick analgesia meter comes installed with a cut off timer to avoid damage to the animal:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgaStZt143o

So there are options. How often are such options utilized in the field? I have no idea, although there are laws that should be followed and, from the sound of it, generally are adhered to. Not everyone in this business is cruel. Though you do have your occasional psychopath who performs very morally questionable operations behind closed doors, I believe that this is a great exception to the rule, and that there are a lot of laboratory workers who genuinely want to inflict as little pain as possible upon the animal. Just an opinion. I don’t have tons of evidence, but it seems like most people are sane. Lol.

Most of the experiments I inflicted upon Brain because, I think, Pinky is so pure that I have a hard time imagining him sustaining any kind of extreme pain that would genuinely hurt him. Also, he borders on being freakin’ masochistic, finding pleasure in a lot of painful situations, whereas Brain does not. Brain has been through a lot, mentally and physically. It seemed more... “appropriate” to put him in these situations, as terrible as that sounds.

All of that having been said, I never want to do this kind of exercise again. While a lot of it was interesting, and some of it even fun, parts of it were legitimately painful. The cancer one.... I felt horrible....

#pinky and the brain #tw:pain #tw:experimentation #tw:needle #tw:needles #tw:cancer #fan art

[canarhys]

valdangelo headcanons

hey guys. so... i reached 500 followers last night. and i’m really happy that you fuckers can deal with my dumbass posts because jesus, i never thought i’d get this far.

so in return for the amount of souls i have stocked up, i have redone the valdangelo headcanons i did for 100 followers a long time ago.

let’s fucking go.

• the two of them are meant for each other simply for the fact that nico sleeps all the time and eats so much junk food he has cavities while leo hasn’t slept for an entire month and hasn’t eaten in three days.

• they don’t like grand, fancy dates and instead go for drives through the city at night and hang outs at a fast food joint. (“nico stop saying mcdonald’s we’ve been eating there for the past week i’m starting to hallucinate ronald mcdonald.”)

• they don’t show much affection in public. usually it’s just hand-holding (it’s basically their second nature) and cheek kisses but when alone they’re touch-starved and cuddle all the fucking time.

• they play video games together obviously. when they compete (say, mario kart), it’s a ruckus because they’re both equally good so the entire camp watches and places bets because it’s so intense. when they play together, it’s usually nico on his nintendo 3ds playing pokémon with leo resting his head on his shoulder, making jokes and occasional pointers.

• i’m all for the idea that they two of them could hold conversations without even talking. nico and leo share a look, nod, and somehow they know what the other is implying. it’s insane.

• they get matching tattoos not just because it’s a couple thing but because it’s fun. they decide to get star tattoos on their ankles.

• nico: lend me a hand.

• leo: throws his prosthetic arm to him

• nico: thanks.

• i just love the thought of them having such funny ass laughs. nico cackles and it almost resembles a wicked witch. leo wheezes like a balloon losing air. also nico slaps people whenever he laughs while leo is stuck in a position for a fucking hour.

• and i just imagine when one is laughing the other is silently watching them with an adoring smile. despite the fact that the one laughing looks so fucking stupid.

• when they laugh at the same time it sounds like a hospital delivery room, ngl.

• they argue all the time but it’s over stupid shit like which superhero wins or who can be the most edgy/annoying. it’s all playful banter but it goes on for hours on end and everyone is about to kick them out.

• they’re fucking dorks; they watch jojo’s bizarre adventure and binge stupid instagram videos and recreate tik toks that are somehow worse than the original.

• they can’t give each other flowers because nico always ends up with lifeless, drooping ones and leo somehow manages to set all of them on fire so they just pack snacks and lunches for each other.

• they have to coax each other into taking care of themselves because they’re self-destructive little shits. nico often drags leo to bed when he’s working on a project. leo cooks nico healthy foods and forces him to brush his teeth. when one of them is sick, the other is by their side all the time.

• they share earbuds a lot. they both really like the arctic monkeys, they’re basically their soul band and whenever one of them is listening to them, the other senses it and immediately grabs the bud out of the other’s ear.

• i like the thought of them trying to be like buzzfeed unsolved and recording videos of themselves strolling through haunted houses and searching for cryptids but it would be so... disastrous.

• nico, playing don’t mine at night on a stereo at goatman’s bridge: come out, bitch.

• goatman: i’m fucking begging you to stop.

• leo, recording: fucking wheezing

• or they would try to be like game grumps and record themselves playing retro games like donkey kong or sonic but it also yields some fucked up results.

• leo, playing sonic adventure dx with tears in his eyes: screaming at the tv and trying not to have a nervous breakdown because the game is so fucking bad his brain functions have gone haywire

• nico: laughing so hard he knocked over twelve vases on the table

• they call each other by their last names a lot. it used to be an insult when they were arguing a lot back then, but now they use it as fun little nicknames with mild malice (unless one of them fucked up).

• they also have some personal ones for each other! nico calls leo “firebug” and “bombshell” and leo calls nico “sunshine” and “angel.” (they totally call each other “amor” and “bébé” as well.)

• they have small picnic dates at the strawberry fields in camp since leo loves strawberries to death and nico likes seeing leo’s adorable face as he eats them. usually they eat those along with chocolate dip and some milkshakes.

• leo has tried to teach nico how to cook in the past but it resulted in the inflammation of the argo ii’s kitchen and buford sending nico angry “glares” due to leo having to scrub off all the excess smog off of him.

• leo buys nico a fuck ton of hawaiian shirts as a joke but nico had worn all of them in less than a month and rocked all of them. leo now has taken the duty of buying as many as he can because damn, if his boyfriend didn’t look so cute.

• the two of them wear each other’s clothes all the time. leo uses the excuse “i’m cold” in order to achieve nico’s jacket or sweater. nico has started using it as well and leo hands him his hoodie or mittens. it’s cute.

• also i love the idea of them either wearing complementary clothing or drastically different ones, with no in-between. one day leo is wearing a soft rainbow-striped shirt under some overalls while nico wears a floral striped hawaiian tee, the next nico is in all black and leo is wearing a neon green jumpsuit. everyone gets whiplash from it.

• i feel like after the giant war and during apollo’s mortal quest, they go with him to indiana to search for meg. and they find themselves at the waystation and after the entire commodus fiasco, the two of them decide to stay and live there. both of them are going to visit chb in the summer but they like the thought of having normal lives and being normal teenagers, plus jo and emmie basically adopted them into the family and all of the kids there love them (especially georgina).

• at camp, they usually hang out in bunker nine or the hades cabin since both of them don’t like crowds and get overwhelmed by them. also they talk about conspiracy theories all the fucking time.

• leo: what if... in a parallel universe... we were straight...?

• nico: holy shit.

• they’re such horror movie fanatics. leo’s favorite is texas chainsaw massacre and nico has a heart for alien. both of them have confirmed that killer clowns from outer space is the best horror movie of all time and have watched it exactly thirty-six times.

• they both had serious discussions of which horror tropes their friends are. they are still categorizing to this day.

• nico: piper would be a final girl, that’s clear. what about jason?

• leo: first one who dies. that fucker is literally dead and hanging in a hotel.

• i also think the two of them love horror/thriller shows. stranger things, tales from the crypt, ash vs. evil dead. especially ash vs. evil dead. leo literally dressed up as ash for halloween, chainsaw hand and everything. nico, in turn, dressed up as a deadite.

• speaking of halloween, it’s like the culmination of their entire beings. because they both a) like dressing up, b) like free food, c) love halloween decor and shit, and d) love seeing each other’s happy faces during the holiday.

• both of them are incredibly dedicated to it, wearing black and orange and hanging up the majority of the decorations around camp. they buy the candy, organize the activities, and take a roll of what campers are dressing as so if someone is worried that they’ll have the same costume as another person, they can check with them. percy says they should get married on halloween just because they’re that into it.

• both of them hyper-fixate a lot. leo gets so invested in a project that he forgets to eat or sleep or even acknowledge anyone else around him, so nico makes sure to not disturb him unless it’s time for lunch or bed. he wraps his arms around leo as he works and buried his face in the crook of his neck and leo always smiles.

• leo does the same for nico, as the guy is incredibly invested in nerdy things that he tries not to tell anyone lest they make fun of him. so leo lets his boyfriend infodump as they lay in bed together, stroking his dark wavy hair and watching nico’s mouth move and continue to describe a dnd campaign he’s been watching recently. leo has to use all his will to stop him and get him to brush his teeth.

• they’re not really much to make future plans as they’re pretty pessimistic about everything due to their pasts but one day they found themselves discussing about getting an apartment or even a house together. leo said he’ll probably open a garage if they become the next caretakers of the waystation or even get a house and ask annabeth to help with the design. nico joked that they could have a floral shop there too since they’re both bad with flowers. and suddenly the conversation shifted to them planning a round-trip across the world on festus and one of them mentioned “kids.” then the two realized what they were doing and stopped, albeit hesitantly.

• i love the idea of persephone being a total mom to them (i don’t care about canon, she loves hades children no matter that her husband cheated) and having garden parties with them down in the underworld. she started teaching them how to take care of flowers better — which was sort of relevant since nico brought up the flower shop at home thing — and soon their blossoms almost stopped wilting or catching on fire.

• persephone: hey, you guys want some pomegranate?

• leo: yeah s—

• nico: n o w e ‘ r e g o o d .

• persephone wasn’t trying to trap leo in the underworld but nico couldn’t take chances.

• leo’s pretty good with instruments because of tool proficiency and is a master at the drums and guitar. nico actually has a nice singing voice and recently got into guitar as well, so you bet your ass that they have jam sessions constantly.

• leo is the gay that can drive while nico should not be within a steering wheel in any circumstance, so leo usually drives them to their dates. that, or they enlist the help of nico’s zombie chauffeur to drive them there.

• both of them share this soft and tender expression with each other that they don’t express towards other people, not even their other friends. it’s sort of like a face saved for them, for their little world and it’s cute.

• nico is way more touchy than leo and likes to wrap his arms around leo’s waist a lot. he often peppers his face with kisses and shit and leo gets really shy about it. when this happens, he nuzzles his face into nico’s shoulder or chest to stop his boyfriend but nico is resilient.

• i just... love valdangelo being so soft towards each other. every single banter they have they do with heart eyes and they usually just cuddle in content silence because they’re not big on talk, communicating better by actions. when they kiss, it’s like a perfect mix because nico is cold while leo is warm. they often lay in bed, smiling as their limbs are tangled together. maybe they’ll start up another conversation or game file. but for now, they like the quiet.

#pjo #nico di angelo #leo valdez #valdangelo #headcanons #home depot intercom #follower milestone #thank you guys!!

[sadchappuccino]

Love Don’t Hate It - 5

Pairing: Dyn Djarrin x reader

Summary: Master kenobi needs to talk to you and someone tries to kill the kid

Warnings: None?

<- Previous

It was a beautiful day, there wasn’t a cloud in the air. You sat on a chair, bathing in the sunlight, the victory of the battle still in your mind. That was at least until your peace was disturbed by one of your masters. “Y/n, I need to talk to you,” master Kenobi told you. “Yes master,” you stood up and followed him to an open spot in the forest.

“Why am I here?” You asked him. “Patience is a virtue padawan,” he joked. “Please don’t be like that master,” you sighed. “Be like what?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Sit down y/n and meditate with me,” he said. You did as instructed and crossed your legs while sitting. “Can you feel the force?”

“Yes master, it’s very calm today,” you answered. “Yes, I want you to remember this. The calmness of the force,” he said.

“What’s wrong master?”

“Master Yoda, master Skywalker and I have a feeling that you have to walk down a dangerous path. The dark side will try to lure you to its side. You have to remain loyal to the jedi.”

“Yes master, I’ll resist the dark side at all costs.”

Just then a loud shot was heard through the forest and you took off on a sprint. When you finally entered the village you turned your head around desperate to see your kid.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine,” Omera said pointing to the direction of The Child. “Oh thank the maker,” you ran further and scooped him up immediately. “I was worried, you little thing.”

“What happened?” You asked Mando and Cara who returned. “A bounty hunter, they had a puck on the kid, he can’t stay here”, he answered gruff, “I have to take him with me.”

“Over my dead body,” you said, “if you want to take the child you have to take me along with you.” You could feel the man tense up at this, “are you insane? I live a dangerous life, it’s not a good one for a woman like you.”

“And it’s definitely not a life for a child, so I’m coming with you if you like it or not.”

“No, you’re not,” he said once again. It made you sigh loudly, “I didn’t want to do this, but I guess I have to,” you moved your hand while saying the sentence, “I can come with you.” The mandalorian repeated the sentence you said.

“Thank you mando,” you smiled and before Mando knew it, you were both in the Razor Crest with the child.

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Blaster shots were all around you, some hit the ship and you were practically pleading the Mandalorian for you to fly the ship. However, he kept on denying it and flew getting a lot of hits.

After awhile he managed to get behind and he blasted it into oblivion. “I told you I could do it,” he said snarky. “I knew you could,” you replied, “it was just a bold plan.”

“We can land on that planet,” you pointed in front of you, “repair the ship, get some supplies.”

“Good idea.” He flipped a few switches and you received a message from the Mos Eisley tower, you could land in a hangar and when you descended.

“I’ll place the kid in a safe place, until we know that it’s safe for him here,” you announced, getting the small green bundle in your arms and walking to a unit in the wall. You placed him in there and smiled, “may the force be with you, youngling.” It answered with a few incoherent babbles and a smile.

You met Mando in the belly of the ship and together you walked out of it. A sound startled Mando and raised his blaster in the direction of the noise. “It’s just a droid, it won’t hurt the ship.”

“Hey Hey! You damage one of my droids you pay for them,” an older woman with curly hair screamed to Mando. “Just keep them away from my ship,” Mando replied, he placed his blaster back in his holster.

“Hello, I’m y/n,” you walked up to the woman with your arm outstretched. “Peli,” she shook your hand. “I need to check something inside, I’ll be outside in a few again,” you said before you entered the metal craft yet again.

It was cold inside in contrast to the unbearable heat outside. You found that the force could help you greatly in moments like this, you felt bad for the Mandalorion who was covered in beskar.

You opened the den where the kid was and cradled him in your arm again. “Hello there,” you grunted, “maker I think I spend too much time with my master Kenobi.”

The little creature titled it’s head and you smiled at it yet again. “Come on let’s get outside, your dad is probably gone, but I’ll take care of you.”

You walked back outside, the sand crushing under your boots as you took your steps. “Let’s get you something to eat,” you cooed to the baby.

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It’s All About Fakes (100 sentence prompts fanfic)

Because I suck a writing even short stories or drabbles, I write 100 sentences prompts for the Fake AH Crew instead.

Some of them are inspired by moments in Let’s Play videos, headcanons, social media posts, or just comes straight out of the blue.

Feel free to take inspiration from the prompts or use them.

Prompts are written from a non-shippy perspective, but each prompt can be intercepted in whatever way pleases.

Also my first work, so let’s see how this goes.

Hey, why don’t you read it on AO3 instead?https://archiveofourown.org/works/24787825

1. How the Fake AH Crew got this far is a hell of story, and you can bet it’s one damn worth telling. (Fake it Til’ You Make it)

2. Ray was a sniper; he could spot bullshit a mile away, so how come he ended up in the Fake AH Crew? (On the Spot)

3. Sitting by the wheel of the red minivan Geoff sighed for the 67th time that day, still disbelieving the fact that they were not on their way to carry through a well-planned heist but rather enroute to the beach for some “splashing and slacking”, as Jack had called it. (Sunday Driving - To the Beach)

4. “The Vagabond says: it’s all gonna be murder.” (What the Vagabond Says)

5. Whether it was the Golden Boy or Gavin; Mogar or Michael; they wouldn’t leave each other behind. (Bois Forever)

6. Lindsay---being an absolute goddess as always---supports Jack in her telling for Fiona, and Jack couldn’t have been more grateful. (Women’s League)

7. Matt screws something up; Trevor is there to help him fix it; then Gavin and Alfredo is there to screw it up even more. (Nice Job Breaking It)

8. It’s Bake a Cake Day (according to Gavin) and it’s Gents vs. Lads (insisted by Gavin) and it will also be known as the day when Geoff’s kitchen met its undeniable demise (because of Gavin). (Bake a Cake Day)

9. Long story short: Michael breaks into an animal adoption center for a cat because Lindsay, and Gavin and Ray tags along because why the fuck not. (No Animal Came To Any Harm Except For Gavin)

10. A heavily tattooed man walks into a bar; later, a mad man and a lady in a Hawaii-shirt joins him. (It’s Not a Joke but the Punchline is Fluff)

11. Lindsay and Jeremy have dealt with shit going sideways longer than most people so they know how to make the best of it. (Failure is an Old Friend of Mine)

12. “I hereby announce that the official Prank Wars Week is in session!” (Oh No)

13. The Vagabond might be ready to die, but Ryan knows he’s not. (Ready as I’ll Ever Be)

14. The Lads---and Geoff---gets drunk as hell one night and starts a sock company. (Socks, There’s Socks Everywhere)

15. A boring Fake AH Crew means a dangerous Fake AH Crew and the residents of Los Santos better prepare for chaos. (Boredom Can be a Health Hazard)

16. Ryan gets hiccups and Ray thinks it’s funny until he gets hiccups, too, and soon everyone is stuck with hiccups and everyone blames Ray for some reason. (The Hiccup Disease)

17. When dawn arrives the Fake AH Crew will never be the same again. (Dawn After Battle)

18. Shopping weekends was nothing Lindsay used to do regularly, until Ryan one time decided to come along; then it became a thing. (Stuff We Do Together)

19. Even after leaving the crew, Ray would still have a home to return to. (Home is Wherever You Make it Be)

20. “No---we’re not twins, we’re not brothers, we’re not related in any way, so please for god’s sake, stop asking that.” (Stop the Questions Goddamnit)

21. Jeremy tried to apply more pressure to the wound but as the time on the bomb was running out, so did the blood. (A Mistake You Won’t Live to Learn From)

22. Someone knocks---no, pounds on the door to Ryan’s apartment at 3AM in the morning and Ryan’s still not that happy to being woken up in the middle of the night even if it is Meg waiting behind the door. (Late Night Visitor   or   Expect the Unexpected)

23. “Hey, guys, Fiona here---you’ll never believe this---but I’m stuck in jail and I need one of you to come and bail me out.” (Let’s Bail)

24. Matt is found alone sitting on top of the roof, watching the sunset, but what Geoff finds is someone who needs to talk and so he decides to be that other someone who listens. (Everyone Needs Someone Sometimes)

25. Gavin gets into trouble, which drags Michael and Jeremy into more trouble, and Geoff just wants to have a fucking drink. (Prepare for Trouble)

26. Gavin makes a statement, and Ryan feat. Alfredo makes it a hundred times worse. (Disturbance of Your Own Making)

27. Being welcomed by the sight of a bloodied and battered Gavin through the open door eliminates any tiredness and annoyance Geoff had worked up to having been woken up by a loud pounding on the door at 2AM. (Bloody Brit)

28. That was the way of the Battle Buddies; if one went down, the other had to keep on going, no matter what. (Broken Promise)

29. Nothing lasts forever, and Ray knows that better than anyone. (Never Say Forever)

30. The remaining Gents as well the rest of the Fakes would always be missing a part of themselves from now on. (Parts & Pieces   or   Next Step is to Move On)

31. The alphabet wasn’t enough to cover every brilliant plan the Fake AH Crew had in store, but they never settled for a single letter anyways. (Seven Ridiculous Plans and One That Actually Made Sense)

32. To the Lads, brighter days ahead is just an illusion they can only dream of in the aftermath of a heist gone wrong which claimed the lives of the Gents. (Miserable Lads)

33. It’s a story from being refused of coffee, to wanting to commit suicide briefly, to Trevor having made room for tea-parties with Jeremy, Gavin and Lindsay in his schedule every now and then. (Shut Up and Have Some Tea)

34. Really, it all started when Ray wouldn’t leave Geoff’s house one night. (A Place for Everyone)

35. Usually things doesn’t escalate this far by playing a simple Xbox-game but having ended up in jail, Michael and Matt doesn’t have much of a say about it and Geoff’s pissed. (Hate the Players)

36. Waking up in a dark room tied to a chair with no slightest idea of what the hell’s going on tends to lead to some anxiety-ridden experiences, especially when it is Gavin who finds himself in that situation. (Blackout)

37. No one wants to be the only sober one left to take care of a drunk crew, but with Ray gone Ryan just has to accept that this is his life now. (Trust   or   Sober One)

38. To think it all started that day when Jack saved a drunk man from being robbed in a dark alley. (Mind Your Manners)

39. Neither Lindsay or Michael would force Gavin to put on a brave face after a nightmare; everyone had fears and it was okay to be scared sometimes. (Sharing is Caring)

40. Matt’s life was just another pile of broken pieces until he met Jeremy, and suddenly he had some glue to put the pieces back together. (Glue   or   Glue My Life Back Together)

41. In the temporary apartment Ray was living in at the moment there was a vase by the kitchen window, always holding five red roses. (A Vase Full of Roses)

42. Geoff’s mood could easily be improved a 100 times better with some nice and warm socks. (Can Never Have Enough of Socks)

43. The crew quickly learned that pairing up Ryan and Trevor together would leave a traumatic amount of battered bodies and large pools of blood behind. (Madness In Me)

44. Michael’s life was like a puzzle; bits and pieces all over the place, some fitting, some not, some missing or broken, some didn’t even belong---and Jack standing there in the middle of it all being the only one who seemed to sense some kind of pattern. (Puzzles)

45. The Fake AH Crew weren’t good guys---they never would be---but that didn’t mean they were incapable of doing good, and they were by far the most decent team of criminals that had ever set foot in Los Santos. (Bad Guys Do Good)

46. Tears kept falling, slowly soaking the photo Jack held in her hand of her and the crew---not wanting to forget, yet not wanting to remember. (Remember to Forget)

47. The pink sniper rifle that hung on the wall would always serve as a reminder for the members of the Fake AH Crew that they were not immortal after all. (We Could Be Immortals)

48. Ryan’s an evil mastermind and that frightens Gavin a little, but the Golden Boy reckon it’s time to beat the Vagabond at his own game. (The Reckoning)

49. Kerry Shawcross crosses paths with the infamous Fake AH Crew completely by accident, and all hell breaks loose. (Welcome to Fake Hell)

50. The blood on his hands belonged to someone he knew---someone he cared about---and Ryan had never been more afraid of himself. (There’s Someone There But it’s Not Me)

51. It’s Pride Month and Jeremy really takes it up a notch when coloring his hair this time. (Rainbows)

52. Watching them Lindsay realized that while each of them all had lost so much, they had found even more. (Less is More)

53. Trevor would be better than Geoff ever’d been at scheduling heists and leading the crew, but he still gets to handle all the complaining from the crew so he isn’t as satisfied as he would like to be. (Point of No Return)

54. When the realization strikes him that he’s the only one left remaining, Jeremy falls to his knees in defeat and can’t stop screaming. (What Remains)

55. Fiona can never seem to stop messing with Gavin in any way possible. (A Step Too Far)

56. “Yeah, they’re all idiots---but they’re my idiots, so don’t you fucking dare lay your hand on them.” (A Bunch of Savage Animal Idiots)

57. Times have never been darker for the Gents as each of them struggles to cope with the deaths of the Lads in the aftermath of an coordinated attack. (Falling Inside the Black)

58. The day he met the Wildcard, Michael’s whole world finally started to make some sense. (Wild World)

59. Geoff’s constant drinking worried Gavin sometimes. (Drunk Concern)

60. Matt didn’t believe anyone would care enough for him to consider him family, nor did he believe he would end up in becoming a part of one. (Lost and Found)

61. Alfredo always wondered who Trevor really was underneath his iron suit of armor. (Armor)

62. Even when stuck in a seemingly never-ending coma, Geoff was never alone. (Not Alone)

63. Alfredo joins the Fake AH Crew with more blood on his hands than most people---including himself---would’ve expected. (Red Sea)

64. There’s a perfectly valid reason why Lindsay, despite not being his roommate anymore, is the only one who has a key to Ryan’s apartment. (Key to the Door)

65. Four times Jeremy and Trevor talked their way out of jail and one time they didn’t. (Another Approach to the Problem)

66. Lindsay tried, and that’s why she was still alive, even though everyone else that mattered to her weren’t anymore. (The Fake Among the True)

67. Fiona was her own knight in shining armor and no tower could ever hold her captive for long. (Green Knight)

68. There were days when Jeremy saw a way out, yet the light would always fade at the end of the tunnel, leaving him in the dark. (No Way In, No Way Out)

69. The others would never come back, and Gavin, walking in the wake of that horrifying truth, felt like an empty shell with nothing left to give. (Empty)

70. Trevor would give his life for the crew just like Geoff and Lindsay had. (Third Time Counts)

71. One time for when each of the Fake AH Crew members showed strength and one time when they didn’t. (No Shame)

72. Jack and Geoff shared a special responsibility for every member of the crew, and Michael was no exception. (Nightmare Terrors)

73. ‘Who’s the creepiest motherfucker?’ is a question rather avoided and unanswered. (Creep Contest)

74. All Michael felt now was a burning anger that refused to flicker and fade, and thirst for revenge than could never be quenched. (Road Rage)

75. The last time they all saw each other the city was burning, wounds were bleeding---figuratively and literally---and they never expected to see each other again. (One Last Time)

76. Jack liked to be up in the early, quiet mornings while everyone was still asleep, but she was seriously going to tackle Ryan into bed if she found out he was still awake at 5AM again. (Go the Fuck to Sleep)

77. He’d said he was going to visit, but Ray always pushed the promise further to its limits every time. (Liar Liar)

78. Five times a heist went to hell and one time when it actually didn’t. (Heisting Hell)

79. Not every backstory of the Fake AH Crew’s members is full of shattered dreams and points of no return. (Wanted)

80. Gavin missed home sometimes, but the Golden Boy didn’t. (Two Sides of a Coin)

81. Jeremy’s admiration of monster trucks stretches way back to when he was only a child, walking past a toy store. (Monster Car)

82. “You can leave if you want”, Geoff said, “No one’s going to stop you.” (Freedom)

83. The Vagabond was almost always in control after the Fall of the Fakes, mostly because Ryan let him. (Dead by Daylight)

84. Perhaps the next mishap won’t be so embarrassing for Alfredo, but life didn’t seem to like him much at all. (It’s Life, What Can You Do About It)

85. Four times Geoff said no to either Gavin, Ryan or Lindsay bringing an animal home, and one time he actually said yes. (Animal Addition)

86. So the members of the Fake AH Crew decides to steal their boss’ yacht again and Geoff’s as usual late to the party. (Yacht Party)

87. The crew goes to get some tattoos, and Lindsay is very sure of which one she wants to get. (Tattoos)

88. When Jack falls sick and can’t make her awesome lunch for the whole crew, the crew makes one for her instead (and Jack appreciates it even if it’s a little burned). (Faking the Chef)

89. The day Fiona joined the Fake AH Crew is a day Gavin will very well remember. (Bully)

90. The B-Team is usually there to clean up the messes, except for this time. (Don’t Leave Your Messes Here)

91. The whiskey burned his throat when he guzzled it, and Geoff wished that the liquor could burn away the pain and memories the same. (Burning Bridges)

92. The Fake AH Crew may look like they’re having the time of their lives, but the outside is designed to hide the struggles and issues that lingers underneath. (Inside Out)

93. With the Gents missing, the Lads stuck in a burning building, and the B-team cornered in a firefight, things does not look good. (Already Over)

94. The Fake AH Crew never failed to be impressed by Michael’s colorful vocabulary of swear words. (Words of Color)

95. Jeremy tries to cover up some traces of his past life from the rest of the crew; it does not go the way he wants. (Known to the World)

96. The Ring had been like home, but he wasn’t earning any money being beaten up every round in familiar surroundings, so Michael left---and ended up in Los Santos. (Ring of Fire)

97. The different paths that every member of the crew took for themselves led each of them to end up somewhere they never intended to be, but somewhere they were meant to be. (Pathfinders)

98. It was safe to say that every member of the Fake AH Crew had at least one weird obsession; some had way too many, and some obsessions were just what the fuck. (Obsessions)

99. The Fake AH Crew heists in style, or they do not heist at all. (Do it with Style)

100. The Fake AH Crew is made up of a selected (un)worthy and unique individuals---each one with their own story of whens, ifs, whats, whos, and hows. (Now That We’ve Come So Far)

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