#but he also liked terminus's ideas

[cosmics-beings]

if terminus and starscream ever became a thing i 100% think that somehow a decepticon 2.0 movement would come out of it. it would be a more peaceful one IMO, but also still very radical...

i think terminus would rule from the background, and just influence starscream from the shadows. if starscream was the leader of Cybertron, terminus would take that as a chance to push forward a more tolerant decepticon government, something starscream wouldn't adjust too after getting to know terminus.

#coming up with something now #i think terminus is just a bit more radical than megatron #but i also think he'd do things differently #i also dont think he'd assume full leadership #it's like #he'd let starscream call himself the leader and would work from behind the scenes #and influence starscream #but it's not even like he's using starscream #the two both work together #starscream is leader of cybertron #but he also liked terminus's ideas #when they get together they reform the government #also shamefully adding my oc in here chromitus who is a miner and former decepticon #he is also the senator and representative of minining clonies #as is terminus #so like starscream's political allies - his closest ones are miners #i forgot to add that chromitus is skywarp's conjunx #anyway yway #there is also this thing i like to look at where starscream himself was constantly told he was too privileged to call himself a decepticon #so he has a lot of hate but love for the name and identity #terminus is the one who gets that out of his mind #and also helps him come to terms with his own oppression #anyway #while he worked as megatron's mentor #i think that he and starscream are more equal in that #anywayz #terminus also has cute privilege #he looks like a roley poley #also a sad but happy hc is what if starscream thinks that terminus is just using him to get political power #and there's a part he thinks terminus is going to leave or 'break up' with him

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Reunion

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x teen!reader, Tyreese Williams x teen!reader, Carol Peletier x teen!reader, Judith Grimes x teen!reader (all platonic obviously)

Requested by Anonymous: when the prison fell you and Daryl got separated, this is how you meet up, based on this request

Warnings: mention of blood, fighting, mention killing walkers/zombies, killing people, Daryl hug (yes that’s a warning), knives, guns, mention of killing kids, Terminus, hopefully if you read this you’ve seen the episode and knows what it includes, but ya know typical twd stuff.

A/N did I accidentally write this way longer than I intended yes, yes, I did, now don’t get me wrong the moment where Tyreese defends Judith is iconic but for the sake of this fic I changed it up, kinda wanna make another part

For you who wants to know the episode is season 5 episode 1

Anyway I hope you enjoy this <3

Judith giggled happily in your arms as you walked on the edge of the railway. You could’ve once imagined all kinds of trains going up and down the tracks as they blew past the trees, but now you couldn’t actually remember much about trains, you had the idea of them but not much details (and if a train were to come right now that would’ve been a miracle).

Tyreese walked a few steps behind you, with Carol in the front, as she led your group of four forward. She came to a stop when a sign that states “TERMINUS” showed up once more. It was your headed path, the sanctuary called Terminus. You personally didn’t trust it, not after the Governor, but you had to find Daryl and the rest of the group. You knew that if any of them were still alive they would’ve gone to Terminus after finding the railway. Which all of them had probably done. Along with finding Daryl you also had to get Tyreese and Judith to safety. Tyreese wasn’t fit to live on the road at the moment, he refused to kill anything that came your way leaving you and Carol to kill stray walkers, or animals for food. Judith, well, she was a baby and sometimes could be screaming all day, she was mostly quiet but the times she did cry was the times walkers got attracted. A baby was no way near fit to be on the road but here you were all of you somehow still alive (except for Lizzie and Mika Samuels, but there was no loss for you over Lizzie that’s for sure).

“We’re close” Carol stated as she saw the sign. “I’m gonna get you all there, make sure you’re safe, but I’m not gonna stay” She saw your face morph into disappointment as you nodded your head, a sad smile on your face. You’d missed her while she was gone and now she would be leaving again, and you didn’t like it, not one bit and you knew Daryl would be sad over it too which didn’t help the matter.

As you heard the rustle of leaves behind you in the forest, you all turned around to see two walkers stalk forward in your direction. Tyreese motioned with his hands to take Judith from you. Judith was carefully switched over to Tyreese and both you and Carol went forward to the walkers. Both of you killed them quickly only to notice the herd that was about to come out of the forest. Carol whispered to Tyreese that more were coming, and so all of you went into the opposite side of the railway. You hid in the forest until the walkers got distracted by shots firing not too far away from all of you.

Tyreese looked worriedly at you as he started to talk. “That gunfire it could’ve been from Terminus”

“Someone was attacking them, or they were attacking someone” Carol responded

“Do we want to find out?”

This time you involved yourself in the conversation, as you believed that you did indeed need to find out. “Yeah, we need to find out, If the others are there they might need help”

With that, and Carol's instruction of walking another track that would get you there as well you all started to walk once more, this time in need to find out the truth.

Your next stop had been outside a small worn out cabin, but it wasn’t the cabin that got your attention. What got your solely attention as you hid in the forest with your companions was the man that talked in a walkie-talkie. He was putting up a bunch of fireworks, no doubt to lead the herd of walkers away from Terminus. You could faintly hear him mention a woman with a sword, and you stopped Carol from going forward. As you continued to listen you heard him mention a kid with a hat and that was all you needed to go on. You didn’t think there were that many women with a sword and kid with a hat together nearby at the same time, so it didn’t take much to know that they were talking about Michonne and Carl. Nor did it take long to realize they had done something to your group, thereby also Daryl. Especially when he mentioned bleeding the kid out.

Carol slowly started to creep up behind the man and you followed not far behind. Tyreese more hesitant but still following. She put her gun toward his head, the young man froze and put his hands up still holding the two way radio. “Keep your finger off the button and drop it”

“Listen, ya’ll don’t have to do this. Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone’s welcome”

“Shut up man” it was what all three of you were thinking but Tyreese was the one to say it.

“Okay”

“We’re friends of the chick with the sword and the kid in the hat” Carol pressed the gun against his head forward, making the man lean forward as the gun touched his head.

It didn’t take long for you and Carol to tie him up and drag him (not so carefully) into the cabin leaning him against one of the walls. Throughout the whole ordeal the man continued to tell the three of you that you didn’t have to do this, that you could all come up with a deal, but he had no luck there.

As Carol made herself ready to scout Terminus out to see what was happening Tyreese continued to hold Judith in a protective embrace. You however had been asking the man questions, finding out that ever since the first questions he had been lying. He told you he only had Carl and Michonne, that they had both attacked them out of nowhere, that they were just protecting themselves. But none of you believed him. Not with the things you heard him talk about before you confronted him.

You would of followed Carol to Terminus had it not been for your will to protect Judith and Tyreese. As much as you loved Tyreese he wasn’t in his right mind. So you stayed to help if anything bad were to happen, to walkers coming your way or your prisoner getting free somehow, it didn’t matter you were there to protect your family. You only hoped Carol wouldn’t need any help.

Talking about your prisoner he was even more shatty when Carol left. Apparently a teenager, a baby and a man who he could clearly see wasn’t going to kill him was no threat to him. It was his undoing in the end. He underestimated you both and it showed in the way he talked to you and Tyreese as you sat by Judith, who’d you made a makeshift bed to.

“She got a name?… Hey, she got a name?”

“No” you answered at the same time Tyreese answered “Judith” you glared at Tyreese as he told the stranger her name, you didn’t want to give him any information, you never knew if it would backfire.

“She your daughter or something?”

“She’s a friend”

“Huh, I don’t have any friends… I mean I know people. They’re just assholes I stay alive with. The other one your friend, the woman” the younger man nodded towards the door that was now closed. Tyreese slowly looked away at the comment being conflicted about his answer. So instead you answered.

“Yes”

The man nodded and his voice that had now started to annoy you filled the room once more. “I used to have them… used to watch football on Sundays. Went to church” he let out a small laugh as if the thought of it was unbelievable. “I know, I did, but I can’t picture it anymore… it’s funny how you don’t even notice the time go by, horrible shit just stacks up day after day, you get used to it”

Tyreese turned his attention towards the man and spoke with distaste laced in his voice. “I haven’t gotten used to it”

"Of course you haven’t, you’re the kind of guy who saves babies, it’s kinda like saving an anchor, when you’re stuck on a boat-“ you had by know decided to drown out his voice as he tried to make justiciable to let him go.

Your thoughts got filled with Daryl like they had for the most time since the prison fell. You missed him. He always looked out for you. Ever since you met you were drawn to each other. Daryl used to pretend he hated you, especially when Merle was around he couldn’t have his brother think he was soft. However everyone knew he had always secretly looked out for you ever since he met you he’d felt the need to protect you. It came to the point that whenever you wanted to go on a run to get new supplies or do anything really you’d always ask Daryl. You had never spoken about it to each other but there was a silent agreement between everyone even you and Daryl that you were his kid and he your father. It might not be by blood but it was how it had come to be. Everytime something happened to you if you got hurt or if you were sad they’d always notify Daryl, but most of the time he already knew and would be with you to try and cheer you up in his own moody way. When you’d been out on the road before you found the prison you’d always sleep next to each other making sure the other one was safe. Even in the prison your cells were next to each other. He always looked out for you. He taught you how to hunt, he taught you how to use his crossbow, and to fight people to be able to protect yourself. Like Judith was “little asskicker”, you were the “big asskicker”. You couldn’t help but to miss him and the thought of him being hurt from the people in Terminus made your stomach hurt. You didn’t really want to voice your thoughts but you needed the reassurance and Tyreese was the only one who knew who Daryl was and could give reassurance. So against the warnings your mind gave you, you voiced your concerns.

“Do you think Daryl’s okay?” Your voice came out quieter than you expected as your mind filled with more scenarios in which Daryl had gotten hurt in.

Tyreese turned from Judith to look at you. He tried to give a reassuring look on his face as he answered. “I’m sure he’s fine Y/N”

”So Daryl’s your dad, maybe boyfriend” he continued to gues what Daryl was as you made no indication of actually giving anything away to him. After a while he stopped, he wouldn’t get anywhere with you, but he was still confident that if he talked enough to Tyreese would let him go.

“See, you’re a good guy, saving babies and teenagers.

“You have no idea about the things I’ve done”

“You’re a good guy, that’s why you gonna die today, it’s why the baby is going to die, why the Y/N is going to die” both you and Tyreese stood up taking an intimidating step towards the man, your knife pointed at him. “Or… you can get in that car, get out of here, keep on being lucky.”

“You think you’re gonna kill me?”

The man turned his sole attention to Tyreese as he answered him. “Why haven’t you killed me? How does having me alive help you? Why the hell are you even talking to me? Take the kids, take the car and go, I don’t want to do this today”

“For your information we could always use you to get more information or w e could kill you know, like you said we have-“ you got cut off by an explosion going off. Tyreese rushed to the window to see what was happening and saw the smoke over the forest.

“Is that Terminus?” The man moved forward as if trying to see out through the window but he had no luck in that department as he slouched back towards the wall.

“Yeah, probably”

“Maybe you’re gonna win this, maybe your friend, I mean maybe that woman just got capped, maybe I’m gonna be the one who gets capped when she comes back”

“Nobody’s got to die today”

“Man if you believe that… the it’s definitely gonna be you and the kids, even if the place is burning to the ground”

“Man maybe you can shut up and stop talking before I kill you myself” the man took his eyes of Tyreese to look at you as you had your knife pointed at him an annoyed look on your face. He didn’t believe for a moment that a teenager would be able to kill him, nor win in a fight against him. He had a way to high ego to think that you would be able to do any harm to him, he underestimated both you and Tyreese and when he heard as well as saw Tyreese look out at the walkers coming toward the cabin he moved quickly and soon enough his hands went to hold Judith in a hold that would be easy to break her neck.

He told you both to drop your weapons and you both did so not wanting him to hurt Judith. As he saw the walkers claw at the windows he looked towards Tyreese telling him to go outside. As Tyreese went outside he went over to you and bound your hands together with some spare rope just like you had done to him earlier. He made sure the knot would hold before he went I’ve r towards the wallow-talkie and tried to connect to the woman (apparently named Cynthia) on the other side.

While he did all that you tried to desperately tie up the knot that held the rope around your wrist together. Right as you were able to get rid of the rope around your wrist (thankful Daryl taught you how to do it) the noise from outside stopped. It became deathly quiet and the man looked towards were the last pounding against the walls had been. He took out his knife and was about to kill Judith when you quietly and quickly grabbed the knife that was laying right were you left it beside you on the floor and you ran over to the man. You saw red as you knocked him over, he had threatened to kill Judith and Tyreese. Threatened your sister and one of your closest friends. You knocked him towards the floor and your hand went into the air as you threw it down onto him repeatedly stabbing the knife in your hand into him. even after he was clearly dead.

Tyreese had to carefully walk over to you as he took the knife away from you. He told you that the man couldn’t hurt them anymore nor the walkers, everything would be okay. You appreciated his comfort as you hyperventilated for a few minutes over the fact that you’d just killed a human. You’d killed walkers before but never a human being. In your mind it was justified as he was about to kill all of you anyway, but you still felt like you’d lost something inside of you.

It was a while later when you glanced out of the window and saw Carol as she walked towards the cabin, Rick not that far behind. You broke out in a relieve laugh as a smile spread briefly over you lips, this made Tyreese glance out towards where you were looking. You booth scurried to get everything as you both wanted to leave the cabin not being comfortable to stay inside any longer than you needed to.

As both you and Tyreese stepped out of the barn you glanced at the people led by Carol. Your eyes scanned the crowd looking for one person in particular.

Daryl stared at you in disbelief he couldn’t believe you were actually alive, he’d seen you get shot, and without medical attention he guessed you’d died. He hadn’t wanted to keep hoping in case he would someday find your corpse rotting away (either as a walker or actually dead).

Daryl took in your bloodied state, you’d no doubt had to fight. Dirt and blood covered most of your clothes, and your face had a few cuts covered in dried blood. Your once white shirt was miss colored and your jeans had been ripped in some places, your jacket had blood stains all over it. Daryl could only guess what you’d gone through to end up looking like that (he didn’t even look that bad). He didn’t like all the blood covering you, he didn’t like not knowing what had happened, he didn’t like being away from you, he needed to protect you, he’d lost Beth to a couple of strangers, he wouldn’t lose you too.

When your eyes finally found Daryl, you had a soft smile on your face as you saw him visibly relax at your eye contact. While Rick and Carl ran towards Judith in Tyreese’s arms, Daryl stumbled forward towards you, dropping his crossbow to the ground. You met him halfway and he engelfulled you in a tight hug. You’d never know nor would anyone else but Daryl let a few tears fall in relief as he hugged you tightly knowing you were still alive, actually alive. As he felt you wrap your arms around him he felt you hug him just as tight, the comforting sensation you both brought each other was all you needed to ground each other and know that either of you were dreaming, this was real and both of you were okay.

As Daryl heard you sniffle he realized you were crying and he hugged you even tighter, taking one hand to your head and petting it softly — not knowing fully how to comfort someone, even now, having comforted you all those times before he still was unsure if he did it right. However he did know that you were crying from relief, because he did the same thing. You had your father back and he had his kid back and knowing that, you both knew that everything would be okay in the end. You were yet to be bested by someone when together, even when apart you always won, always found your way to back to each other. You would beat this world together and that was all that you needed to know, and the fact that neither of you were planning on leaving soon.

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon x teen!reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x teen #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #Daryl Dixon x gn!reader #Daryl Dixon x male!reader #Daryl Dixon x female!reader #the walking dead x teen #twd x teen!reader #tyreese williams #Daryl Dixon #carol peletier #Carol peletier x teen!reader #Daryl Dixon x platonic!reader #Tyreese Williams x teen!reader #Judith Grimes x teen!reader

[midnightsxblue]

SO FUCKING ANXIOUS

carl grimes x reader

tags: some angst but mostly fluff

masterlist here!

sorry for the aggressive title :>

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The apocalypse was never easy on you, granted it wasn’t easy on anyone but you were always the type to say you’d never make it in a world like that. And you believed that, genuinely. Until you met Carl. You felt so lucky to have someone like him to love you, he’d known you so well, especially after all you’d been through together.

After the prison and Terminus, you hated the thought of crossing any human again, anyone who wasn’t in the group.

He knew everything that was slightly stress inducing to you, he made sure to make you feel relatively safe even in the worst of situations. When you’d gotten to Alexandria, you felt so incredibly relieved. Strong walls, not having to worry about scavenging for dinner or walkers, you were ecstatic.

That was until walkers had breached the walls. Every feeling you had telling you were safe was gone completely. Everything worsened when Carl got shot, you had no idea what to do or who to go to. You’d gone to him for everything and he couldn’t be there for you this time.

You had hoped and hoped for hours he’d wake up. Eventually he did and everything was weary for a month or two. The transition back to normal after losing the sense of security in Alexandria was rough. You didn’t think you’d be able to return to normal. You saw a slight glimpse of hope as new settlements were introduced.

That also went to shit.

You knew what your people had done at the satellite station would come back to bite you all in the ass and you couldn’t help but feel so fucking anxious about it.

The night of the lineup was your worst nightmare come to life. Carl checked up on you throughout, knowing how you could get in those kinds of situations. He reassured you no matter how many times a savior told him to shut his trap. He didn’t care. Not about them. But he cared about you.

Thankfully Carl was able to help your through your nerves, and he did that successfully quite often. He was especially helpful when Negan and the Saviors had arrived to Alexandria’s gates.

One particular afternoon Negan had arrived with his men was a particularly hard day for you. You weren’t expecting them, they had come early.

Usually the saviors never interacted with you but today…was different. Carl had found a Walkman for you so that whenever you got anxious you could just listen to music and hold his hand and you’d feel okay. Once the message that the Saviors had arrived relayed back to the two of you, Carl told you to listen to music and stick by his side.

Your thoughts immediately turned to the worst. What if they did something to you, what if they took you. What if they too Carl? You wouldn’t be able to handle that. You can barely last a couple hours without him, you wouldn’t be okay if they did something to him or took him back to the sanctuary.

So you did. Carl took your hand and wandered through Alexandria with you, ensuring everyone was safe as the Saviors raided the place. You noticed something across the street. Negan was harassing a woman that had lived there since the beginning. They were practically ripping apart the inside of her house as she waited outside.

“Look, lady, with all due respect, I really don’t think this television is this goddamn important.” Negan says, mocking the woman who was sobbing at the fact her home was being destroyed, not about the stupid TV. Your grip on Carl’s hand grew tighter and you couldn’t help but retreat behind him a little. Negan laughed at the woman and looked around to see if anyone was watching and unfortunately he caught a glimpse of the two of you.

You both tried continuing down the path before he called out.

“Woahhh where you both off to in a hurry?” His tone is sardonic and you both stop in your tracks. Carl looks at you and slides the headphones off your ears to rest them at the back of your neck. “Let me handle it. It’ll be okay.” He reassures, knowing this would be harsh on you. He pulls you in to place a kiss at the top of your head which was unusual for him. He was never affectionate in public, let alone in front of Negan and the Saviors. He was trying to make you feel better.

He turns to Negan and clutches your hand before slowly making his way across the street to the woman’s house where he remained, the woman now sitting on the steps of her house unable to cry anymore.

“What do we have here? The pirate and his partner?” He giggles and you hold Carl’s arm, standing somewhat behind him, avoiding Negan’s gaze. Carl just looks at him silently, not stirring anything up with him to ensure your safety. Negan looks at the two of you, trying to figure out some way to break you. He reaches around Carl and grabs your arm, pulling you beside him rather than behind him. Carl does nothing but glare at Negan.

“This one’s a little shy, huh?” Carl tilts his head and Negan grins at this, wagging his finger in Carls face. “Watch that eye. You know what happened to your dad the last time he looked at me like that if you-” Carl cuts him off. “What do you want?” He snaps. “Hold on now, no need to get snippy at me, young man.” Negan says comedically. “I just wanna see what music is on the tapes.” He gestures to the Walkman attached to your jeans.

“It’s not yours.” Carl blurted, realizing he’d definitely get a reaction from the way he worded his statement. “Oh Carl, you see, it is mine actually. Because everything here, all the shit that’s yours, is mine. Remember? I’m sure you do.” He turns to you. “And I know you do too, you were there for that lesson if I recall correctly.” Negan remarked, rubbing the worst night of your life in your face. “God damn, were you crying like hell. I’m surprised that many tears could come out of a person like that.” He laughs, you feel tears begin welling in your eyes.

Carl notices and feels helpless for a moment, unsure of what to do. He looks to Negan and sighs. “Please. Just…don’t take it.” He says, almost a whisper. Negan looks at him and steps back from the both of you. You retreat back behind Carl and Negan smiles. “Since I’m feelin oh-so generous today, I’ll let you keep the damn Walkman. I just wanna know whatcha listenin to.” He says to you, tilting to the side since you’re practically hiding behind Carl at this point.

The tears have left your eyes, now irrelevant as you muster up the courage to talk to him without crying more. “I-Its just Fleetwood Mac.” You answer. He nods with a satisfied look on his face. You grip onto Carl’s arm a tad tighter and his hand slides into yours. “Well that’s a very good choice.” He smiles. “Now why don’t you go find your dad and send him my way. I want him to walk me out like a proper host.” He tells Carl.

Finally.

After the saviors had left that evening you and Carl returned back to the house, or rather what was left of it. They had only really left the couch and the chairs, they took yours and Carl’s bed and most of the other furniture in the house. You sat on the couch with Carl, lying on top of him as you listened to your music. He rubbed your back gently as he rested his head against your ear to hear the music as well. That was his next mission: find earbuds.

He scoots back a little and slides the headphone off your ear. “You feelin better?” He asks softly. You nod. “Yeah I’m okay. Just got a little worried I guess.” You respond as he runs his hand through your hair.

“You don’t have to be. I’m here for you. I promise.”

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a/n: i hope this was okayyyy i love writing negan for some reason, he’s so funny. anyway this was funnn so thank u anon i hope you like it :D i also hope you guys like fleetwood mac or this is gonna be really awkward :o

#carl grimes #carl grimes twd #twd #the walking dead #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes angst #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes the walking dead #carl grimes x reader #twd carl #twd fanfiction #fanfic

[jgracie]

reasons why i wouldn't survive camp jupiter

octavian. everything ab him would freak me out or annoy me or both. he'd steal my owl plushie collection and i'd bawl my eyes out all the way home regardless of how many monsters may smell me

the tattoo thing. i have extreme commitment issues and what if it turns out ugly on me ?!?! also i have a low pain tolerance and i think octavian does them so another con

hannibal the elephant. id be on the tour of camp and see it and IMMEDIATELY run cz fym u have a war elephant

having to watch jeyna tiptoe around each other. very self explanatory.... if i were a camp jupiterian and jason came back w piper id end my life for reyna ✊🏼

the ghosts (i forgot what they were called). honestly i cant explain this one i just think they'd rly freak me out LMAO

terminus. he'd just make me incredibly anxious like yes i have no weapons on me but what if as soon as i cross the border a weapon magically appears in my bag ?!?! will he obliterate me ??? also what if theres an attack and im inside the borders weaponless like....

the whole process of getting into a cohort. wdym i need a letter of recommendation ?????? what if i had no idea this whole other world existed till now???? literally biased towards camp jupiter nepo babies. also the having to stand there and watch as people considered VOLUNTEERING to let me into their cohort... would rather die like imagine no one wants u 😣 j let me stay in my godly parent assigned cabin

#𝜗𝜚 ctalks

[superpowered-dirt]

i never post on here but i have so much in my head about twd: the ones who live i honestly feel like i might explode.

i know all anyone really wants to talk about from episode 2 is That Part of their reunion (which is fair, don't ask me how many times I rewatched it), but now, the part that keeps playing over and over again in my head is this tiny bit:

and i just need to say, danai and andy are so insanely talented bc this clip?? this clip—short as it is, with not a world of dialogue—says SO much about where our two characters are at.

first, rick. i watch this clip and i think holy shit, yeah, that is a broken man. andy does a masterful job at displaying through his eyes and the way he carries himself the extent of the psychological damage and anguish within rick, not to mention the guilt he carries. you can see the gears turning in his head as he reminds himself how he basically gave up on her. how he gave up on himself. how he told himself that he was done, he was never seeing her again, and let himself fold into the CRM. i think it's safe to say he hates himself for his choice to move on. he's utterly crushed by it. like look at him, he can't even meet her eyes!!

and michonne? she sees it. once the euphoria of I Found You has begun to wear off and she lets herself really take him in, she immediately clocks that this is not the same rick that "died" on the bridge. not the rick that led alexandria. not the rick that got them out of terminus. and definitely not the rick that stood up to the saviors. in fact, the last time she saw this version of him, it was right after the first time they ever lost to negan, and that horrifies her, because if that rick is back, then something truly terrible has happened. the look on her face in the clip says a million things, but most loudly, she's wondering, understandably and devastatingly, "my love, what have they done to you?"

the final clue for her that her rick is gone, at least for now, is their next interaction. since forever, both of their instincts anytime they've been told that something bad is coming their way have been to either hoof it for the safety of their family or stand back to back and dispatch the threat. it's the panic in his voice, the sheer desperation as he pleads with her to stand down instead and hide herself after she suggests they go that tells her she has no idea what he's been through or what she's in for now that she's in the shit with him. and even now, if the trailer for E03 has been any indication, she still fails to grasp the danger they're both in. i know what people online have been saying, but she's not being careless, this is michonne we're talking about, she just doesn't understand how careful she really has to be. and then throw jadis and her bitch ass bowl cut into the mix and suddenly a whole new threat looms over alexandria and the commonwealth that ultimately all comes back on rick too? the guilt he now has to face for not only dragging his wife into his mess, but through jadis, also his daughter and all his friends?? and if he finds out now that he has a son too, then there's even more guilt??????

i could go on for hours but i won't. all i'll say is that we're definitely in for such an emotional ride tomorrow. and really there's no one else i trust more than andy and danai to deliver that for us.

#the ones who live #the walking dead #twd #towl spoilers #i have a lot of feelings about them #and i'm ready for the angst #as long as there's a happy ending #preferably one where everyone survives

[driftsart]

Sorry if this question has been asked or answered already but did your Megs have a Terminus? Is he still alive and what is/was he like?

I haven't really thought about it but an idea I have is:

Terminus was already in the mines way before Megatron was created, when Megatron was taken to the mines for the first time, Terminus showed him the lifestyle of a miner, he protected Megatron when he was still young and would blame himself when Megatron made mistakes while mining so that way the mine bosses would punish him instead of Megatron. He also gave Megatron his very little energon rations so that Megatron could have a little more.

(Because of all this he was a very weak miner, but he always pushed himself so Megatron could look up to him)

He always told Megatron that he would do great things when he grows up and he would be there to watch him.

Sadly he's not alive anymore, he died after his spark failed from all the constant @/buse and overworking and lack of Energon. But Megatron still remembers him and considers him his father figure.

This is a sketch of how he may look like, it's not official yet though :)

#transformers #au #character design #megatron #ask #ask post #terminus #i really like when people ask me about my designs it makes me really happy #d-16

[char-lie-spirals]

I would like to learn about the rest of the aus you mentioned here:3

Okay okay so!! I talked about some of them, so I'll just put the entire list under the cut and either link to my previous responses or cook something up! And what I cook up can possibly include a snippet of my writing too :]

Also since this is a lot of AUs/WIPs I'll try to be brief, but feel free to ask about more details on them!

Terminus' Ritual

This is an AU I've had for like a year now, and it answers a very simple question - What if the End HAD a ritual? That its avatars complete between mag 159 and mag 160? Simple answer - Zombies. And also some deaths getting reversed because getting a quick taste of it should make people more scared, and it's hard to keep a zombie apocalypse going with too few people. (This doesn't match the End's values, I Know.)

I have some notes on different characters' situations, who comes back etc etc but honestly the storyline I focused on the most is Oliver seeking shelter in Graham's old flat only for Graham to also be there, Pretty Confused about the passage of time between his death and now. :]

Graham gets spat out AU

Sasha gets replaced, NotSasha picks up the tape recorder and goes to dispose of the tape. The Artifact Storage is silent, but not empty, as a man who doesn't recall his own name wakes up on the floor. Okay this already sounds a bit like a snippet so I guess you can have a proper one too:

It was all pointless, you only suffered longer -- but is that truly pointless?

This one is a WIP in which I just wanted to explore the idea that the only reason Graham lived for so long was because he was scared that entire time, to the point the NotThem wasn't in much of a rush. It's pretty angsty, but can be bittersweet too if you look at it at the right angle and I am a simple man with a lot of hope in my heart. I've not been making much progress with it, and I'm not sure if I'll end it on the title-question and leave it up for the reader to decide, or if I'll provide my own answer, but let me say here: I don't think it was pointless. Not to me.

Michael(s) experience confusion

Already talked about this one here!

Graham Lives WITHOUT Becoming

Graham survives the events of MAG 003 because Oliver gets there in time to help him, and the two of them try to navigate the aftermath together. They go through many ups and downs, Oliver ends up becoming an Avatar himself, but Graham just kinda,, doesn't?? It just never happens. No fear claims him. At this point a lot of people are convinced he's an Avatar because of how his life is intertwined with the Fears but nope. Just some guy who can bluff pretty decently, gets lucky a lot, and loves his End-Avatar fiance a whole bunch :] (yes they're engaged now)

Graham Folger Lives because The Eye Is A Backseat Gamer

One of my Eye Graham AUs :] The main one, you could say! In this one, The Eye backseat-games his MAG 003 experience, and he Knows where to hide, what to do, and how to survive. After that, he goes on to start working at the institute, becomes an Archival Assistant after Jon's promotion, and goes through the horrors! I also talked about it Ages ago, right here- hold on that was in MAY???? 2023????? 10 months ago???? This is messed up.

Anyway! here's a little something I have written about it so far :]

DeathNote intro

Just me trying to explore how Graham and Oliver might've met, grown closer, gotten together and stayed together for 6 years :] No clue if I'll ever publish this and if so, if I'll use it as a backstory/background for one of my AUs or as its own stand-alone thing? But yeah it's just the two of them growing closer and falling in love :] You can have this snippet of it, too! It's their literal first meeting!

Antique seller Graham

Talked about this one here! I will probably do so again soon! But you can also have a snippet, since I guess writing all this really put me in a snippet mood! This is from this AU's version of Amy's statement :D

Cockroach Graham AU

I don't think I need to elaborate.

#I can't EXPRESS how happy I got because of this ask #Had to go hug my cat and all #asks.char #write.char #for the snippets and general creativity

[cultofdixon]

I’m right here, sunshine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Being his girl is everything. He’d do anything for you. But when you stopped going on runs every now and then, he did as well trailing you like a puppy. Doing his best to take care of you even when you didn’t tell him what was wrong at first. Little did he know that his life was gonna change • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Scars / Injuries / Sleep Deprived / Anxiety / Talks of Pregnancy / Pregnancy & Birth / Terminus

“Yo! What’re you think you’re doin’” Daryl stops the younger Grimes from getting into the car as Carl pushes his hand off.

“Y/N convinced my dad to let me go on a run. To get an idea of what I’ll be able to do when I’m a little older.” Carl starts readjusting his hat. “Even if I am just another look out for now”

“And where’s Y/N?” Glenn asks before Daryl could even, as the two watch Carl shrug for an answer. Rick told him he could go, not Y/N. All she did was the convincing and Daryl only wanted to know why from somebody who doesn’t know the answer. “Hey, want me to ask Maggie to check on her? Before we head out?”

“Mhm” Daryl nods, going to get his bike set up for the run as Glenn quickly ran to their guard tower to ask Maggie.

The closer Glenn got, he suddenly stopped seeing Maggie talking to Y/N. He wasn’t close enough to hear anything and he wasn’t the type to pry unless he really needed to. But when Y/N locked eyes with Glenn giving him a small smile and a wave before letting him talk to his girl. Maggie couldn’t help but keep her worried expression on her face watching Y/N go before turning to Glenn.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?”

“You’re supposed to be on a run, are you sick? Hurt? Why—-“

“Ok ok. Nothing is wrong with me. But Y/N was switched out with Carl for the run and I asked Daryl if he wanted me to ask you to keep an eye on her…cuz we know Daryl isn’t the type to ask himself yknow”

“‘Course” Maggie laughs a tad as her smile fades. “Keep an eye on him for her then, okay Glenn?”

“Of course” Glenn smiles giving her a kiss then finally left on his way to go on the run.

Y/N not coming meant he can’t keep an eye on her. Can’t check in on her in his silent usual way. Can’t show her what he finds that reminds him of her. So, he’s angrier than usual on that run and the others chose to not get in his way.

Well. Except Carl.

“What exactly do you look for? Glenn has the list of the necessary goods”

“Mmm”

“Looking for…more arrows? Makes sense. Could also make’em. Carol and Y/N showed me how to do a specific knot to prevent too much movement”

“Mmm” Daryl turns toward Carl glaring at him to stop but just like his dad. He never does.

Glenn was loading up the car of the stuff he managed to find watching Carl trail behind Daryl like a puppy. This kid was never gonna be a look out. He may be older but he still had that tendency kids have to ask a million things and always have the energy to do so.

“Imagine when him and Y/N finally have a kid, would be trailing him just like Carl” Sasha laughs adding her few things as it clicked to Glenn.

“Uh. Can you go tell them to hurry up while I sweep the pharmacy one last time?”

“Sure man” and as she started walking over, Glenn sprinted to the pharmacy.

“Woulda stop asking me so many damn questions! I’m not a Whatcha call it—Library!” Daryl exclaims getting a laugh from Sasha as she approaches. “What!”

“Nothing nothing. Just funny” Sasha gestures Carl to get for a moment. Leaving the two to whatever Daryl was doing. “Trying to find something for your lady?”

“Why”

“I’m just curious” She shrugs walking beside him for a moment as Daryl started mumbling to himself that didn’t go unnoticed but he also wasn’t going to start that conversation. “Okay, what’s wrong? I know she was supposed to come instead of the Grimes kid”

“Do y’all normally not go to your partner for the problem? Or what” Daryl frowns thinking something is wrong and Y/N didn’t go to him for it.

“Depends. If you did something, definitely need another opinion before talking it out with you. But anything else. I don’t know. Do you normally react badly or normally? Cuz that can determine if she goes to you—-“ Sasha watches the worry and anxiety get to him just by looking into his eyes. “Daryl, man, I don’t know okay? Y/N talks to you more than anybody else. She probably just didn’t want to go on this run”

“Coulda told me…” Daryl turns away from Sasha after spotting something to quickly get a hold of it.

Once they returned from their run, Daryl felt a bit better spotting Y/N happily waiting for him where he kept his bike. He quickly parked and tried his best not to be too excited around the others when his girl drew closer. Even if she did wrap her arms around his torso and shower him in kisses. Trying to keep the stern look on his face was soon defeated after a few smooches that he just had to return a few to a now laughing Y/N.

Maggie smiles warmly toward them while approaching her man. She gave Glenn a kiss before tugging him aside away from anybody who could be listening.

“I need yea to go back out there for somethin’. Could be later with nobody or on the next run but nobody can know”

“Uh. I think I’m a few steps ahead of you there” Glenn takes his backpack off to show Maggie what he got back there that wasn’t on the list.

“I did not tell you nothing!”

“I know! I’m just assuming here!”

“Shit. Just. Give it to me in our cell, but nobody can gain the suspicion toward them or us. Definitely not us”

“Not yet at least” Glenn teases as Maggie smacks his chest rolling her eyes playfully.

Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face watching the two for a moment before being pulled back into her own bubble with the love of her life. Daryl started to grumble as he kisses the top of her head a few times.

“Missed yea”

“It was only one run”

“Mhm” He brought one of his arms around her shoulders keeping her close to him. Resting his chin on top of her head. “You were replaced with a chatterbox”

“Carl ain’t that bad…you just have to answer the kid. You know his dad won’t” She rest her head comfortable against his chest not wanting to separate for a second as Daryl didn’t move a muscle knowing what she was doing.

Y/N always loved listening to his heartbeat, even when they weren’t something. She joined the group alone and only felt comfortable with Daryl, something about him made her feel safe. That one time when he found her mentally suffering back in their tent days, he held her and told her to listen to his heart beat.

Take a second and just…listen

And she instantly felt better after doing so.

“Ya feeling alright?” He whispers catching her out of her thoughts, only hearing a ‘mhm’ from her as she kept a hold of him. “You can tell me anythin’ yknow”

“I do, and I’m gonna…when I find the words”

He understands that. Not being fine and not being able to find the right words in expressing that. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to worry even more. Remember…this is his girl talkin’. He already had a level of worry toward her and now this is just adding on.

“You’re starting to worry him”

“Oh am I now? I couldn’t help but notice” Y/N laughs a little pointing out Daryl staring from across the quad of the prison.

Carol couldn’t help but wave and watch him freak internally, quickly turning his gaze away making her laugh herself. “He’s smitten for you and you’re not telling him what’s wrong”

“If I’m being honest…physically, I know…but mentally, I don’t know what to do or say about yeah…”

“Did you…get one?”

“Apparently. Glenn got me one before Maggie could even ask him”

“You are glowing” Carol teases knowing a part of Y/N would want this but with how the world is now how could she? “You shouldn’t have to stress yourself out about it, hun. I’ll keep your man busy for a few minutes and you can go take the test. But I’d go now before he’s willing to knock even me over to get to you”

With a quick eye roll and a squeeze of Carol’s hand, Y/N left the outdoor kitchen they had set up to go do what she needed to do. And just like Carol guessed it, Daryl started to walk over. Given her word, she quickly blocked Daryl’s line of sight until Y/N was completely gone. He whispered out a shit while Carol laughs a bit.

“What? I need your help with somethin’”

“It can’t wait?”

“Nope!” Carol locks arms with the archer and started to walk a bit away from the prison.

Inevitably ending up in the gardens for a good five minutes when Carol turns to the prison seeing Y/N step out.

“Welp. I didn’t need yea”

“What the fuck!”

“Shhhh children live here”

“WE ARE OUTSIDE AND I DIDNT SCREAM IT” now that was heard by everybody who was outside and in ear shot. Y/N couldn’t help the laugh escaping her but more than just her laughter catch other’s attention as she had tears rolling off her cheeks.

Before Rick could even check on her himself, Maggie shot right past him and took care of it. She wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders heading back inside the prison and letting her have her moment.

How could one have a life from the past, during the hell of the apocalypse?

Y/N didn’t go on the next few runs. Drove Daryl insane but he wasn’t not given some excuse. He believed the first few times with chores being given to her around the prison, or the time she told him she was going to check the traps around the prison with Rick, and obvious times where she didn’t look well enough to go.

Daryl came back from the latest run with a few things in hand specifically for his girl. He parked his bike had expecting Y/N to be waiting for him but when he heard her whistle at him from one of the towers, he knew where to go.

“Rick got you in the watch towers?”

“I asked, and Maggie told him about me collapsing earlier at the fences. Told me to do something that doesn’t require me in the heat or over-working myself”

“You collapsed? Have you seen—“

“Hershel. Yes, just dehydrated…” Y/N closes the door once Daryl got through setting his crossbow down. He didn’t say anything in response to that, but acted on it by giving her his canteen even when she had her own. “I’m fine though…I prom—-“ She stops seeing Daryl take out something from his pack that she didn’t even realize that now would be the moment to talk about it. “…ise….Daryl. Where did you—-“

“Last run we found an untouched pharmacy. Barely nothing but found one of these and just. Yknow…Panicked at the thought of it but had to…get one” Daryl was awkward. Who isn’t awkward when holding a pregnancy test in hand. He didn’t think about the possibility until they did that run and it connected with how Y/N has been feeling.

She couldn’t help it. The tears threatening to spill just from hearing he panicked at the thought of her being pregnant. Well, she is. So now how is she supposed to be okay about it.

“I-I don’t need one…” Y/N frowns feeling a few tears escape making her quickly wipe them away before Daryl could gently take a hold of her face caressing her cheeks. “I found out a few weeks ago…and I’m a-afraid you’re going to leave me”

Daryl wanted to scream. Not because she’s pregnant, but because she thinks he’d leave her for it. He wished he met her before he’ll broke loose. Wished this ever happened. Wish they had this moment without the fear coursing through them of reality as it is now.

When he didn’t say anything, Y/N only continued to cry and tried pulling away but he immediately brought his hands to her waist gripping tight onto her shirt keeping his gaze down as she looks at him. She froze the second she heard sniffles as she carefully brought her hands to his face making him look at her through tears.

“I love you, I won’t leave yea. Ever.” He chokes up on his tears pulling her flush against his chest hiding his face in the crook of her neck. “‘M gonna me a dad…I w-won’t be good at it but—“

“You’ll be perfect…I know you will”

When the flu went through the prison, that’s when everybody found out. Because Daryl would yell at everybody who had symptoms and came anywhere near Y/N. Congratulations of course, but shit was happening and things took priority most moments. Daryl was already over protective of his partner but now it’s at an astronomical level, that when he had to go on a run to get the medicine…he couldn’t stop thinking about the negative possibilities of what could happen to her when he’s gone.

Finding her in her cell, unscathed by the flu…only brought him relief. Daryl quietly approaches her sleeping form lifting the blanket up for him to slide in beside her. Y/N stirred slightly, smiling a bit to him joining her on her cot.

“Everybody okay?”

“Mhm. Got shit in time.” Daryl gently grazes his fingers against her bump feeling her move closer to him the best she could given how big she was. “Clingy huh?”

“Mhm…missed my man”

He couldn’t help the smile that slowly crept onto his face when she said that.

“Missed my sunshine”

“‘M right here” She smiles bringing her lips to his for a short but sweet kiss. “We’re not going anywhere any time soon..”

“Y’all better…” Daryl chuckles a bit kissing her forehead and keeping her close to his person. Not ever wanting to let go…

Then he did…

“We’ll reconnect with everybody again. Promise!”

“You don’t know that” Daryl frowns staring at the fire he made for Beth and him as he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

________

“DARYL—-“ Y/N cries out to him trying to break from Tyrese’s grasp as he was protecting her from the oncoming gunfire.

Daryl physically froze in his place, feeling Beth tug on him to get out of there while his gaze glued on his girl. He felt his heart break watching her fade from view. He wanted to run through the gunfire and go with her but Beth’s hold on him kept him from killing himself just to give Y/N only a moment left with him.

“Daryl she wouldn’t do good with you dead”

That’s what broke him out of his frozen state to run out of there with Beth ahead of him.

________

“This place…doesn’t sound safe, Carol. You shouldn’t go in there alone”

“And you’re volunteering? You carrying Dixon Jr? Daryl wouldn’t forgive me or anybody if I left anything happen to you in that place. Besides. You are caring for Judith and Tyrese is taking care of this asshole” Carol frowns watching Y/N try her best to cover up her tears while holding a fussing Judith. “I’ll get them out safe. Do my best…”

“Please…please don’t get hurt, Carol”

“I’ll do my best”

The second Daryl locked eyes with Carol, his anxiety got the best of him but in that moment he felt relieved to have his friend back. Carol grasped onto him the second he brought her into his embrace.

“She’s going to cry even more when she sees you, compared to when I found her” Carol whispers to Daryl feeling him tighten around her as his mind raced with her words. Of course Carol found Y/N, but part of him needed to see it for himself of course…

When the group made its way to the small house, Tyrese stepped out with Judith in hand as Rick and Carl picked up the pace running over to the two. But the small group blocked both his and Y/N’s sight on the other…

Daryl stopped moving like he did back at the prison. Trying to wrap his head around the fact that she’s right there. Y/N couldn’t help the tears that formed and spilled instantly at the sight of Daryl standing there, she didn’t even get far for him to come bolting over taking her into his protective embrace.

“I’m right here, sunshine”

“Please always find me…please”

“Fuckin’ promise”

•

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Maggie couldn’t help but worry for Y/N, given she’s about to be six months and the group had suffered another loss being Beth, Y/N felt the answer was obvious but also that Maggie was the wrong person asking.

“I should—-“

“No, you’re pregnant. Even in this hell you should get rest…and not stress about somebody like me”

“Shut up” Y/N took her hands into hers squeezing them. “If I wasn’t pregnant you’d still say that to me when I have every right to worry and stress about my family. You’re hurting and are allowed to feel everything you’re feeling around me. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere” she rests her forehead against Maggie’s letting her cry in the comfort of her friend.

When the group endured a harsh storm in a barn after a few weeks of traveling, they were hostile and protective of each other when Aaron made himself known to the group.

“It’s a safe place” Aaron says for the millionth time as he turns to lock eyes with Y/N and of course that sparked— “It’ll be safe for your baby, and hers when she gives birth. We’ll keep them sa—-“ he stops when Daryl threatens a knife on him without any protests form the others.

“You think I can’t keep my girl and my unborn baby safe?”

“I-I never said that. Never implied that either. I’m just stating facts that our community is safe within the walls and it’ll be a safe place to give birth in. I-I can’t really stop you from doing what you want to do. But I’ve been watching your group for sometime and know that our community would welcome all of you”

The guy continued to ramble and more for the sake that he wouldn’t get killed. Daryl only removed the knife when Y/N winced a bit to her discomfort signaling him to return to her as Maggie followed his action. It didn’t go unnoticed by Rick and if what Aaron was saying was true, she could be comfortable in this community giving birth compared to a bible story comparison.

When the group arrived to Alexandria and had to surrender their weapons along with taking interviews. Deanna watched Daryl pace around the room not answering a single question as she rises from the couch giving him a stay put look before entering the front foyer of the house gesturing for Y/N to join them. He quickly approached his girl helping her sit where Deanna wanted him to sit.

“Think cuz she’s here I’ll talk?”

“You just did” Deanna laughs a bit turning on the camera as Y/N didn’t like this either, but something kept her from talking.

Daryl did answer a few questions while holding Y/N from behind the chair feeling her latch onto his forearm. He couldn’t tell if it was her anxiety, or if there was more to it.

“Your name is Y/N right? You’ve been with this group since the beginning?”

“Mhm” Y/N took a deep breath looking away from Deanna feeling Daryl’s arms tighten around her. “C-Can I leave please?”

“Alexandria?”

“This room” Y/N shook rising to her feet as Deanna noticed her behavior and it wasn’t entirely toward her. Deanna held her hand out only for Y/N to instantly latch onto it as the other had a death grip on Daryl.

“Hun, is this your first child? and you don’t trust us so you’re trying to keep it together but you are indeed in active labor?” Wow. Two kids under the belt and somehow she’s an expert. But that is indeed what was happening and Y/N didn’t trust anyone except her group, so she was hoping to keep it together until they had a plan.

But the mini Dixon had other plans.

The group scrambled a bit at the situation which only stressed out Y/N and caused Daryl to snap at people. When Deanna got Y/N to the infirmary she called for the resident surgeon at the community, he must’ve helped delivered a kid at least once in the “before”. But the vibes this guy gave off and what he needed to do, made Daryl uneasy.

“You’re gonna what?!” Daryl snaps standing in between Pete and his girl who was growing more uncomfortable in the bed.

“I need to check how far along she is and since we don’t have the machines to do it, I have to insert my fingers—-“

“Oh FUCK no” Daryl grabbed Pete’s collar pushing him back as he held his hands up defensively.

Y/N winces as she sat up glaring at the two in the situation they’re in. “Get Maggie, Daryl please get Maggie”

“I don’t think she’s trained in—-“

“Shut your motherfucking mouth and get MAGGIE” Y/N yells at the two causing them both to panic a bit as Daryl practically tossed Pete out of the infirmary before stepping out himself.

“She can’t do it by herself”

“Y/N isn’t gonna let this fuckin’ stranger anywhere near her and frankly I don’t either—-“

“I have the medical training and from what I’m hearing, she’s the daughter of a vet. May know some things but not enough for this”

“Then walk me through it” Maggie interrupts. “We all know Daryl will cut your fingers off touchin’ his girl. So you’ll walk me through it. Ain’t my first…birth but this isn’t like the first time.”

Pete sighs opening the door for Maggie deciding this is fine. He kept a distance but not too far in case he had to step in. Even if these people were complete strangers to him and he wasn’t entirely that great of a guy, there is an oath in the medical community and he’ll always follow that.

It wasn’t until night when both Maggie and Pete stepped out of the makeshift operating room in the house they were in. Maggie had the biggest smile on her face as Pete walks past carrying the medical waste. Rick grabbed his arm to stop him giving him a concerned look given Pete’s was neutral.

“Is she—-“

“She’s alright.” Pete now noticed all of their attentions on him. “They both are. The dad ain’t, but that’s normal” he pulls away to take care of what he was doing as Maggie couldn’t help herself.

“It’s a girl! She’s perfect and has Daryl’s eyes!” Maggie squeals happily hugging Glenn out of her excitement.

Rick couldn’t help but bring his son into his embrace to the good news as Carl couldn’t help the tears that formed. He was relieved that’s all. None of them were losing anybody that day.

The soft cries filled the room as the little baby in the first clean blanket they’ve seen in ages, nuzzled close to her mother’s embrace and started to calm the second her father gently rests his hand on her little head.

“She’s tiny…” Daryl whispers gently caressing her watching her every movement.

“She’s perfect…” Y/N tried her best to cover up the tears that fell from her face while looking down at the little creation they both were trying their best to physically protect in the small infirmary bed. “Oh what a world she’s living in…” she sobs even harder feeling Daryl shift beside her so that he could take care of her tears gently brushing them away.

“Sunshine…’M right here” Daryl reassures pressing his forehead against Y/N’s as the two kept their attention on the little one. “Not leaving either of you ever…y’all will be safe”

“I know…I just…c-can you just humor me for a second?” She asks hearing him hum as an agreement. “What’s outside the walls…isn’t out there…everything is fine. Normal…I…I knew from the second I locked eyes on you that I fell in love and w-we..met at…”

“At a bar, but I was too chicken shit to talk to yea when you first entered the room” He knew what she wanted in that moment. “To be fair I was with Merle and he’s a pain to deal with. Prob tried hitting on yea but it didn’t go unnoticed even by him the way you looked at me” He brought himself more into the bed so that Y/N could rest her head against his chest listening to his heart beat. “You came out of the bar the second we left, not finding me at first glance but there I was by my bike lookin’ right at yea. Not saying much like usual.”

“You asked me to take a ride with you, and I said yes. Wouldn’t be the first time I would say yes to anything you asked…You loved me when you first met me, when you watched me knock Merle on his ass for one of his comments toward me before you even could, when I fell off your bike trying to drive it myself and you gave me a piggy back ride all the way to the ER to get stitches…you loved me even when my parents didn’t like you at first”

“But they knew when I proposed to yea that they were gonna have to like me. Took them a bit but when they saw how much I loved you and how much you loved me…they knew I would protect yea until the end of time” Daryl readjusted as he brought his arm under the bundle in Y/N’s feeling her move her arms so that he’d be the main support to their baby watching her adjust comfortably, not stirring awake. “Parents wanted a big wedding, we wanted small”

“Kept it small. Had my parents. And Merle” Y/N laughs a bit smiling through the tears as Daryl presses his lips against her temple. “City hall, no rings. Just a promise for forever…you worked on bikes and I worked at a bakery. We made life work just the two of us…then just had so much love to share”

“Didn’t hesitate for a second to have a baby with yea…and hell your cravings were weird and hard to come by but anything to see you smile while you carry this human for nine months was all worth it…seeing her finally, makes up for a lot of the hell the world brings us.” Daryl felt his own tears roll off his face as he did his best not to have them fall on his baby girl. His baby girl. He never thought, even in the before, that he’d be here. Holding the love of his life and his baby girl…he made promises to his family that day. He wasn’t ever going to leave them in any sense without a reason, he was always going to be there even if it meant physically fighting for it.

Daryl snapped out of his thoughts feeling Y/N’s soft touch wipe away the tears that fell. He kisses the inside of her palm before bringing his little one up to his face to kiss her forehead hearing her mumble to said action.

“I’m right here…”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #I swear time sometimes doesn’t exist in the walking dead but I have my sources

[mojomcm-fandom]

Edit: Now that it's not late at night and I have my laptop out, I'm editing this so it sounds less like the ramblings of a madwoman (tho there's a limited amount I can do seeing as it is, in fact, the ramblings of a madwoman lol). Also formatting and clarity and any additional theories/headcanons/whatever I think of while editing this.

Partly crack, partly copium, but I've got some theories/crossover/au thing going on that I wanted to write down so here goes:

Crack/Copium/Theories:

All 3 of the trailblazer kids are actually "dead" aeons.

Stelle/Caelus: Akivili (Herta makes us LARP as Akivili in Hertian Realm and we're known as the Trailblazer while Akivili is known as the Trailblaze so idk I know the player character looks like Nanook but they ain't dead soooo...)

Dan Heng: Long (maybe the High Elder Vidyadhara is actually Long's own reincarnation but they have no idea bc memory wipe. TBH makes no sense for the Permanence to be dead)

March 7th: Idrila (this one's a bit of a stretch so bear with me. The Aeon of Beauty could be HoHe Elysia expy and March is also kinda Elysia expy so ??? And March was froze in ice without memory so it's totally possible that's Idrila's mysterious disappearance)

Also:

Sampo is Aha. He gives strong vibes of being a Masked Fool in canon, but I think it'd be funny if he's actually the Elation.

Pom-pom was created by Akivili to protect the Express after Aha blew it up. Pom-pom is also a proficient marksman. This is bc of some canon evidence alluding to Pom-pom actually being really powerful (Yanqing and Welt both make mention of it iirc) and the engine of the train looking like a revolver. (Also headcanon that the Astral Express itself was made from one of Akivili's twin revolver pistols. Perhaps the other has the ability to summon the train?)

Lan has not and will not kill Yaoshi bc yin-yang/life and death balance and also bc what is a hunter without prey. The Hunt had no issue killing the Propagation, so this seems like the most reasonable reason why the Hunt has been after the Abundance so long without killing them.

On aeons and the relations between paths (I might end up making a relationship chart?):

Death Aeons: Nanook is unnatural death (think murder, natural disaster, etc.), while IX is natural entropic death (like degradation from aging), Lan is controlled, balanced death (think like hunters/predators keeping ecosystem in balance), and Oroboros is the death caused by one's own greed (think pollution, overconsumption). Terminus is the end of time and final death of the universe.

Life Aeons: Tayzzyronth is overabundant life (think how invasive species population boom bc outcompeting native species for resources), Yaoshi is overabundant continuation of life (think unnaturally prolonged life), and Long is eternity (without change or growth, entropy comes for all).

Mythus and Nous are polar opposites in path direction. Akivili is midway between the two (to trailblaze is to turn the unknown into the known).

Some paths are directly at odds with each other (opposite directions), some paths have overlap (too much overlap leads to one path consuming the other like with Ena and Xipe), and some paths are neutral (running perpendicular to the others). Mostly this matters in relation to pathstriders who walk multiple paths, as it is extremely unlikely to find, for example, someone simultaneously walking both the path of the Hunt and the Abundance.

Hooh's is the ultimate neutral path. Akivili's is also a fairly neutral path, though slight odds with Mythus's (to seek to make the unknown known doesn't really work with the idea nothing can be known) and maybe Aha (just bc Aha is a jerk and like Herta said, surely Akivili would've taken offense to Aha blowing up the Express). Idrila, Xipe, Fuli, Aha, and Qlipoth also have relatively neutral paths, though Qlipoth and Fuli are at odds with Nanook and Mythus. Xipe sometimes does not get along with Aha, if Aha is being particularly antagonistic.

Crossover/AU (Genshin):

Traveler and twin are Akivili (one soul two bodies, don't think too hard about it). Akivili is presumed dead by HSR universe bc Sustainer of Heavenly Principles imprisoned Akivili on Teyvat (a world at the fringes of the known universe/Yggdrasil/Irmunsul/Imaginary Tree). Claiming that they are siblings is far easier to explain than that they are two halves of the same god.

Zhongli/Morax is a high elder (do non-high elders have the ability to turn fully into dragons? are there any high elders who are not Dan Heng? idk) vidyadhara who arrived on Teyvat shortly before rebirth. Idk weird Teyvat magic or something made his rebirth cycle this time 10x longer than normal (should only be 600-700 years between rebirth and he's canonically 6000 years old). He is unaware of anything HSR related bc memory wipe from rebirth and nobody around to explain things.

The Imaginary Tree in HI3 and HSR and Irminsul in Genshin are the same tree (Yggdrasil), but some may only be branches of the other

So yeah, stay tuned to see HoYo prove my theories and headcanons wrong in the upcoming years.

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #honkai impact #hsr #hi3 #theories #might add to this later #akivili #hsr aeons #hsr headcanons #hsr theory #hsr lore #brain dump #trailblazer #march 7th #dan heng #aether #lumine #zhongli #hoyoverse #vidyadhara

[arceespinkgun]

Slowly getting deeper into my reread of MTMTE and man, issue #34 feels like the worst. Not the most incomprehensible or with the most poorly-written dialogue or whatever, but from a thematic standpoint I feel like what it was trying to convey is the most disgusting out of the issues so far. I do remember people being pissed about the character death in this issue, but I feel like it's a lot worse than that, and that it's so bad it ought to be dissected. Rant below the cut:

Okay, so there is some of the usual dumb bullshit and writing oversights that I keep seeing, like how did nobody notice Vos was missing his face until they found it on the floor? Why did First Aid just let Trailcutter start to donate all that energon when he's just said it was a huge risk and that it was a bad idea? Sure, it's Trailcutter's choice, but he didn't even say anything? Was there really a possibility that Rung would sign-off on what's essentially a lobotomy? That seems OOC based on how he's been characterized so far. That message in the flashback over the intercom—does JRo think people say the quiet part out loud to that blatant a degree? And how contrived was it that nobody noticed the electric chair in that pile of stuff and that Kaon just happened to be there to kill Trailcutter?

But all of those are minor issues that pale in comparison to the overall themes here. Trailcutter is demonstrating a belief in the sanctity of life by putting himself at risk to save Vos. This is something I feel like is sorely lacking among the Autobot faction in this continuity and JRo's work especially—a break from horrific war crimes and shit is a relief. Then Trailcutter gets immediately punished for it in a horrifically gruesome way, getting his "brain" and "spinal column" ripped out. Already, I don't like what that's implying from a narrative standpoint.

Then in flashbacks, we see a young Megatron talking to Terminus and then nearly being lobotomized, escaping due to a technicality. I hate this. First of all, JRo tries to sell us on Megatron being sympathetic by suggesting that he was 100% pacifistic and it was Terminus who told him there's only room for one guy at the top and to use his fists and all that. This is stupid for many reasons, not the least of which that this is totally pulled out of JRo's ass and doesn't fit with any previous portrayal of the character, but also, it's a cheap trick and stupid because violent revolution against an oppressive system is not something inherently unsympathetic.

More importantly, though, I hate that these flashbacks are here at all. What JRo is clearly doing is trying to deflect a potential reader response of, "Holy shit, the people who are essentially the Decepticon police force that Megatron personally trained just killed a nice, innocent guy! He needs to answer for this!" by showing us how much trauma Megatron went through in his past. Even aside from the fact that I don't personally care what trauma a guy who committed genocide and ran prison camps etc. experienced in his past, it's not relevant to the horrible thing that happened to Trailcutter in the present!

Even worse, JRo pulled this only like... a few issues after Megatron messed with Trailcutter's mind without his consent and it was portrayed as a joke! It was portrayed as both a joke and a favor because Trailcutter was an alcoholic! Trailcutter even pointed out that he had "rights" in that moment and Megatron explicitly ignored him... as did a huge number of witnesses! So with that context, choosing the issue in which Trailcutter is brutally murdered by the DJD to show Megatron's mind being altered as a traumatic, serious, life-altering event is so fucking gross.

Inconsistent characterization (of which Megatron in this series seems especially affected by, as do Cyclonus and Rodimus so far) also doesn't help, since again, just a couple of issues ago Megatron both said he "trained" the DJD to be "thorough" and that they are "the greatest monsters" of all. It's like JRo can't decide how accountable Megatron is for anything, or just picks an interpretation scene-by-scene based on whatever he wants him to say.

I feel like it's especially bad from an extrinsic perspective, since Megatron is one of the franchise's most prominent characters. In no way was he lacking in any sort of exposure. But you know who is underappreciated? Trailbreaker, a funny, sweet guy with a really cool ability, whose original bio seems to position him as a self-conscious disabled person. He was on the Ark and yet gets almost no attention. And not only did this series really do his design dirty (they took away his dark face and cute stripes!) but it also did this to him?!

Because I read this series back when it came out, I remember that Megatron eventually uses Trailcutter's forcefield ability against the DJD in a later issue. In another context, that might be nice poetic justice. But instead, I feel like it comes across as disrespectful to the guy's memory and like literally stealing from him and using him because of everything I've pointed out. Worse, it became yet another way to make Megatron look "cooler" because I remember that other characters pointed out that you can't just use someone else's power like that, and Ravage is like, well it's because Megatron's just so special, if anybody could figure out a way it would be him. Terrible.

#JRo's work has such horrid messaging and I feel like on Tumblr especially it's often looked at uncritically #Or like... critically but just barely like about only minor things #but it shouldn't just be left unaddressed when it was this egregious a lot of the time! #transformers idw #Trailcutter #Trailbreaker #Megatron #my analysis #negative

[starlightshadowsworld]

Who do you imagine as Jason's father if it wasn't Zeus? Jupiter did not return to Beryl but she caught the attention of another god or goddess.

Sticking with Roman mythology, and those that have shown up in the series. And excluding the rest of the big 3, because why not make this a bit more intresting.

I have a few thoughts about who I'd choose, and how they'd fit Jason thematically.

Because Jason has always been defined by his parentage. I've narrowed it down to 3, I got way to carried to with this I'm sorry 😅.

Jason as a Son of Auster (Minor Roman God of the Summer and South Wind.)

He's someone Jason frequently interacts with during House of Hades. A diety who reminsces on the old days when he was both feared and beloved.

And someone Jason finds kinda annoying, preferring his Greek counterpart.

Definitely fits his whole identity crisis.

And I just love the idea of Jason both loving his father but also two seconds away from wanting to punt him across the sky.

Jason keeps his wind and storm abilities and gains a power over heat and flames.

Which, would definitely add another layer to the identity crisis, because what are you Jason? The storm or the fire?

He bound to service but it's in his nature to be free. And wanting the forgotten to be remembered.

Than we have Jason as a Son of Terminus (God of boundaries and protector of Rome.)

Jason being expected more than any other to be Camp Jupiter's sworn protector and defender.

He wants to see the world but he's bound by duty. And well Terminus is rather strict so Jason's not exactly well liked by other campers.

He'd also clash with his father at times because Jason wants to end traditions while his father lives and breathes by them.

But Terminus is also a kind diety and loves a good loop hole and I think he'd genuinely be proud seeing Jason speak out and follow the rules, in his own way.

The Quest of the 7 is probably Jason's first time leaving Camp and learning that the world operates on different rules.

Jason has his father's abilities of being able to snatch weapons (making him one of the few that can take Riptide from Percy like his father does) and teloport.

He has some control over the earth, mainly stone and he's built a lot more durable and tougher because of it.

During the Titan War, Jason and his father were Camp Jupiter's final line of defence.

And finally, Jason as a Son of Apollo. Even disregarding trials of Apollo I just find it an interesting idea.

Beryl was a performer, she was a star and Apollo kinda has a type.

Jason would belong to both Greek and Roman Camps. He'd have a lot more of a rivalry with Octavian because he's a demigod and he's a legacy.

Keeping with the theme that Roman demigods have different abilities to their Greek counterparts, (See Hazel and Nico).

And that the Romans seem to get the short end of the stick.

Jason's abilities while including archery are more medical based than combat based. He's had to work hard to get to where he is.

He's a good healer (I mean his name does mean to heal) but what many don't know, is that Jason's a lot more profiecent at giving diseases and causing pain.

It's one Beryl and Lupa was particularly fond of, both thinking he could use it against their enemies.

It's not a power he likes to use, and frankly tries not pretend doesn't exist.

But denial leads to negative emotions and next thing he knows he's given those around him the cold.

Granted, he can heal it but now he's considered an ill omen.

It causes some tension between him and Frank at first because Frank really wants to be a son of Apollo and Jason's like yeah... No you don't.

It also gives him a neat parallel to Will, who's abilities are also mostly healing based. And I feel like the Apollo kids would just adore Jason.

Jason shows up at Camp Half Blood and wonders into the infirmary all curious because he's mostly banned from his camps infirmary, unless they really need him.

And Will is just like hey newbie.

Also Jason not knowing Apollo, thinking his dad wants nothing to do with him but defending him infront of the entire Olympian Council, is so him.

Like I said, a lot of thoughts.

#long post #jason grace #heroes of olympus

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [42] TERMINUS

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: What came after the fall. It’s time for Charlie to find herself in a new situation.

Warnings: none?

Song:

Words: 1,085

Everything was over for good now.

There was no prison. There was no family. No Rick. No Carl. No Michonne. No Glenn. No Daryl.

Charlie's emotions were a tumultuous mix of relief and dread after the prison's fall in The Walking Dead. The shattered sense of security clashed with the freedom from constant threat, leaving Charlie grappling with a new and uncertain reality. The loss of familiar faces and the upheaval of the community intensified the weight of survival in a world where trust was as fragile as the decaying structures around them. And on top of that she was stuck with a baby she couldn't even look at, a crazy little girl and her scared sister.

A scream cut through the air.

"You leaving us?" asked Mika.

"Thay maybe from the prison," Tyreese answered.

"We need you!"

"There's Charlie," he said and look at the girl that was sitting under the tree. staring somewhere away. "Charlie," Tyreese walked up to her and held her shoulders, which made her look up at him. "I'm going to help someone. Do you hear me?"

She did. But profound sense of emptiness filled her whole body, a hollow ache that echoed through every corner of her being. It was as if something essential had been extracted, leaving a void that no amount of distraction could fill. The world seemed colorless, devoid of the vibrancy it once held, and even routine actions felt mechanical, lacking the emotional resonance they once carried. Each breath was a reminder of the emptiness within, a silent plea for something meaningful to restore the purpose that had slipped away.

"Mica, tuck your shirt behind your knife, it's easier to grab," said Lizzie. "We'll be okay."

Tyreese touched Charlie's cheek with affection but also with worry. He stood up and left them.

Shortly after the man was gone, Judith began crying loudly. Lizzie and Mika immediately tried to calm her, but nothing seemed to work. Second later, Lizzie was squeezing the baby's face, her hand muffling the noise Judith was making. Charlie knew what that meant, but at the same time couldn't bring herself to do anything, so she was just watching.

The thought "it would be better if Judith was dead" echoed through her mind torn between despair and a twisted sense of relief. It was a dark moment where the burden of pain seemed unbearable, and the idea of escape from the chaos of emotions momentarily felt like a solution. Yet, beneath the harshness of the sentiment, there lingered a profound sadness, fueling the internal struggle and the yearning for some form of resolution or solace.

"Girls?" asked a similar voice, appearing from behind the bushes. "Charlie?"

She looked up. "Carol?"

Immediately, Charlie was up on her legs and with hurry approached the woman. The reunion with Carol after the prison's fall was a bittersweet blend of emotions. The joy of finding a trusted ally tempered the grief of the shattered community. The unspoken understanding of shared hardships and survival struggles created an unbreakable bond, turning the reunion into a glimmer of hope in the bleak aftermath. Yet, beneath the surface, the scars of loss and the changed dynamics of their world cast a shadow on what once was, making the embrace a poignant reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. They hugged each other and Charlie let out a sob -  the first one she held in for a very long time. Carol caressed her back in mother like gesture and started rocking their bodies. "Sweet thing, what happened?" she asked

"I couldn't safe anyone," she choked out and shook her head. "The Governor came back. There were bullets everywhere, I lost them there. There's nothing left from the prison."

"Shhh," Carol shushed and placed hands on her cheeks. "It's okay now. You're safe. Breathe," Carol said looking into her eyes. Charlie took a breath in together with her and held it for a while, trying to calm herself down.

As the man that Tyreese saved said, they started following the tracks. They were supposed to find something at the end of it, however, each step forward carried a sense of uncertainty, hinting at the possibility of safety, community, or even a new threat. In a world altered by the fall of the prison, the tracks symbolized the journey into an unpredictable future, leaving the characters to navigate a path where survival and the pursuit of hope intertwined in an ever-changing landscape. But after a short walk in the sun, Carol stopped.

"I didn't see you get out," Tyreese said.

"I wasn't there," Carol furrowed her eyebrows. "Rick came back to the prison, while I...kept looking. But I saw the end," she said. "Then I saw you, but I lost you..."

"You found us," Mika smiled.

"I knew you would," Lizzie stepped closer to Carol before passing her.

"You said you had a car," Charlie said while matching her peace. There was an idea born in her head as soon as she heard about the vehicle. "Maybe we can circle back and..."

"The Walkers and the fire..." she shook her head. "I know what you want to do, but...you can't go back to a graveyard, sweet thing," Charlie saw her small smile that was supposed to support her.

"Look," Lizzie turned all their attention towards the board.

"Sanctuary for all. Community for all," read out loud Mika. "Those who arrive survive."

Charlie looked down at the map and saw bold letters forming a word: TERMINUS.

When the sun began to hide behind the horizon and the evening approached, they decided to stop their voyage and make a camp. It was risky, but they just stopped in the middle of the tracks just in case they would lost it in case of emergency.

"It's yours," said Mica approaching Charlie who was trying to make a fire. She was spreading her arms in front of her and she was holding something almost as big as she was - it was strange she hadn't seen it before. "We kept it for you."

She looked at the girls and back at the bow in confusion. She thought she lost it forever, but the last thing after Daryl was back in her hands. The memory she will never forget. "Where did you get this?"

"We took it from the prison."

"Thank you," smiled at them with a gratitude; however, as she was holding onto the cold steel, she realized that she lost something else in exchange.

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#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon series #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl the walking dead #daryl twd #daryl x reader

[timelordian-disaster-126]

NYSSA: I've enjoyed every moment of my time on the Tardis, and I'll miss you both, but here I have a chance to put into practice the skills I learnt on Traken.

TEGAN: Please, Nyssa.

NYSSA: I'm adamant. Please, let us part in good faith.

DOCTOR: You do fully understand the commitment you'll be undertaking?

NYSSA: Yes.

DOCTOR: And that life here will be very hard.

NYSSA: I am fully aware of that, but I want to stay.

DOCTOR: Then you're a very brave person. I wish you every luck.

TEGAN: She'll die here.

NYSSA: Not easily, Tegan. Like you, I'm indestructible.

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*rolls on the floor and sobs* Terminus emotionally crippled me in ways I cannot explain, so therefore I must share my pain with everyone else. 🥲

Also yes ik Turlough wasn't in this scene and was in fact crippled on the floor in the TARDIS but I wanted to draw him in it anyways because I have ideas for headcanon >:] plus the blorbo needs to see what happened and suffer with the others even if he probably didn't care as much.

#doctor who #classic doctor who #doctorwhofandom #artwork #art #artist #arts #nyssa of traken #artworks #tegan jovanka #tyssa #sarah sutton #janet fielding #peter davison #mark strickson #vislor turlough #doctor who Terminus #terminus #tyssa brainrot #5th doctor era #5th doctor #i am in spain without the s #I've finally got to the acceptance stage of grief y'all #tbh Tegan didn’t seem like she enjoyed the adventures as much anymore after Nyssa left and that hurts me :( #I have angst ideas >:) #sorry to make you guys suffer I swear I love y'all <3<3 #doctor who fan art #fan art #i hate drawing backgrounds #my favourite ship

[skeletonsgeorg]

hiiii:> (for ask game) 💤🫂📓🌟 for Megatron and/or Optimus

💤 A headcanon about their sleep

Megatron used to sleep like the dead back in his mining days because he was constantly worked to exhaustion, but when he ended up in the fighting pits of Kaon he learned to sleep light because a sleeping gladiator was an easy target. Then Starscream existed, and, well.

Optimus, meanwhile, snores like a Peterbilt going uphill from how damaged his frame is constantly

🫂 A friendship headcanon

Megatron, for the vast majority of his life, only had one (1) friend at any given point in time. First it was Terminus, then it was Soundwave. In Earthspark, he hits the jackpot with two: Dorothy and Optimus.

Optimus in contrast went through life with a hundred acquaintances as well as a loving inner circle of close friends. The Belle of the Ball, as it were.

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies

Megatron is a massive bookworm. He has a secret collection of literature that he loves to lose himself in, and he also genuinely finds writing to be fun (barring the universal author woes, that is). He often guilts himself into staying within the realm of non-fiction, but he allows himself cheesy romance novels as a treat or comfort material.

Optimus is a big fan of human "ball game" and sports in general. He in general loves to play around with his human friends or play with his younger soldiers. In private, he loves watching telenovelas and cries over them regularly.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Megatron, throughout his entire life, has always sought absolute control over his own frame and his own destiny. This eventually extended into absolute control over others' frames and destinies, because to him that was the only way to keep himself (and others) safe. If he makes it to an era of rehabilitation/recovery — and forgive me for getting a bit kinky here — he likes to be submissive in berth to explore and toy with the idea of control, play with the illusion of being powerless while also holding all the power in a scene... so long as his partner is someone he trusts, and the act itself further develops that trust.

Optimus meanwhile used to desire a life of adventure and travel as Orion, but millions of years of war and the weight of the Matrix all but snuffed out his ornery adventure-protagonist streak, as well as his self-esteem. He finds meaning in doing acts of service, working to better communities, helping with projects, comforting mechs he sees struggling, etc. All he really wants is for every living being to be free, provided for, and happy. This comes at the cost of him forgetting/neglecting himself, even in berth.

#blorbo thoughts..... rotating them in our brain #megatron #optimus prime #thank you soooooo so much for sending in an ask <3 #transformers headcanons #transformers #skeletons answer #ask meme

[transingthoseformers]

Something wholesome to wake up too :D. I remember stumbling upon your post about both Megatronus and Orion being clerks/librarians/archivist thanks to the TF One movie making them both miners sooo have like my spin on it/headcanons based on the idea? -Megatronus and Orion met when Megs was still D-16 aka a miner. When Terminus managed to get a break from the mines, which was so rare, he would sneak Megs with him so the young miner could experience more. He took him to the Iacon Hall of Records since D-16 mentioned being curious about the history of Cybertron, there he met a young Orion.

-Orion and him would bond over data pads Orion managed to smuggle to the mine site, lots of them being old poetry and history that excited D-16. It is also how D-16 gets his name of Megatronus

-At some point, Alpha Trion catches on, and instead of being anger, decides "Eh fuck it, Orion needs someone around his age to talk to" //proceeds to yoink the young miner and giving him a better life

-Now a proper clerk for the Hall of Records with Orion, it is kind of chaos. It's basically "An introvert and ambivert become friends and they have to play rock, paper, scissors on who deals with people". Megs always loses, he hates it.

-Orion has def snuck Meg's poetry and writings into the records because he is so proud of Meg's work. Megs gets flustered.

-I lowkey just picture this AU being more chill. Yeah, Megs still wants the caste system gone, but is less violent about it, trying to use his words and peaceful protests first before being forced to go to more extremes. Orion maybe backing it up too because maybe the council just straight up ignored Megs because they see him as low-caste still and he's just "Ayo wtf".

-When maybe Orion becomes Optimus, Megs backs him up, helping archive everything while helping him connect with the low-castes who are wary of OP. Also def acts as OP's scary dog without realizing it lol

-Honestly i cant see clerk!Megs becoming the con tyrant warlord we know him as, I feel like he would be more calm and chill, preferring to spread his message while also like keeping OP in check so he doesn't become a tyrannt

-Would still call OP "Orion", and no one can stop him. Not even OP. As revenge OP scatters Megs poetry. In summary: Megs helps break the "serious and cold" prime act alot and helps a lot of the team connect with Optimus on a personal level

Sorry that this is long, but these ideas plagued me i hope that is okay!

YES

Ooo on Terminus and Megatron sneaking to the surface, and that being how Orion met him

Yes on the smuggling of datapads to D-16, and makes sense he'd get his new name from them

Alpha Trion just... Taking Megatronus has to have consequences, significant consequences

Sfsgd yes, "you do it" "no you do it" "you lost, you do it" "🤬🤬🤬"

Yes on Orion and Megs sneaking the poetry into the records, preserve it yes

100% this is a more chill au idea, always was meant to be a more chill au idea

Interesting way it changes Megatronus

We really "the power of friendship"-ed this up, it's v cool. Megatronus has grown into himself in a different direction, and I bet their friendship being earlier and arguably closer effects Orion in an interesting way

I am a SUCKER for characters calling Optimus "Orion" as a sign of closeness, oh it's gotta have fun moments

OO on the team part? Does the war still happen and Op and Megs are on the same side, or does the team unite in a different different way?

#maccadam #transformers #tfp orion pax #tfp optimus prime #same guy #t #d 16 #tfp megatronus #tfp megatron #all same guy #what do you think happens of the mecha who now haven't met Megs? #such as soundwave_ shockwave_ or Starscream even? #iicr from the novels Starscream and his armies stayed neutral for a WHILE before becoming decepticons #but he was a general predating the war #what of ratchet_ bulkhead_ arcee_ and eventually bumblebee? #i like to think bumblebee is still born eventually #eventually #tfp alpha trion #terminus #what does terminus think if megatronus moving to the archives? do they still talk?

[aftongkier]

Hello again, podcast side of Tumblr.

Entities Explained has officially come to a close with the final episode explaining the End. If you didn't know, Entities Explained has been a series where I, over the course of the last year and change, have explained each of the Fears from hit horror anthology podcast The Magnus Archives. This is the longest episode of the series, but I think it's totally worth watching.

Also, this video contains a major announcement: I am currently working on a MASSIVE video explaining The Magnus Archives in as much detail as I possibly can. Hopefully, it'll be a great refresher course before Protocol, and trying to get it done in a month won't absolutely destroy me.

For the art, I decided to draw the moment from Oliver Banks' statement in MAG 121: Far Away where he and the rest of the crew on a research vessel are destroyed by falling satellite pieces. I wanted the whole piece to be very dark and to have this slightly dusty feel to it, which I think I succeeded at.

I went back and forth a lot on what to dress Banks in, but, in the end (pun intended), I went with something a bit more casual, since he is mostly just hanging around a shipping vessel. If I ever drew him as The Coroner, I'd probably go with something more formal (full black suit with a wilted red flower on the lapel?), but this felt fitting. I also wanted to give him a rain coat because, hey, I imagine it gets pretty rainy out there.

Unfortunately, Banks' design doesn't get to shine through too much in this piece, since his back is to the audience but, for one, I think that's sort of fitting for his themes, and, two, it makes the composition, at least in my mind, a bit more interesting.

The falling satellite was something I experimented around with a lot. Using reference pictures of real satellites, I tried to get something that felt small, but also like it could do some serious damage. The motion blur was a late addition, but I can't say I don't like it.

The moon was always going to be an important part of this piece, but it was during the sketching phase that I realised I could make it into a bit of a stylised skull, which is just a subtle enough detail to be fun. The angular clouds were originally meant to cut through it, but I settled on it being in full view instead, which I think looks much better.

Finally, there's the veins themselves. I actually went with less of them than I originally planned because I think it felt less repetitive, but I'm really happy with the way they turned out. My one addition was adding a pop of colour to this very drab and grey piece (which could, now that I think about it, be seen as a parallel to the desaturated people in Banks' dreams) in the form of the red flowing through the veins. This is technically only described as happening when Banks saw Gertrude Robinson in his dreams, but I figured, if there was another time for it, it was in the moment that he was truly in the grasp of Terminus. I also, honestly, just think it looks better.

That wraps up Entities Explained, so I hope y'all have enjoyed this series while it lasted. I'm not going to stop Magnus content, as I have plenty of ideas already and I'm sure Protocol will only bring more, but I am interested to see where my content goes from here. If you've read this far, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings and, if you celebrate, enjoy your holidays. Good night, Tumblr people!

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