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cieloclercs · 9 months

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 1/?

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. swearing, reader and charles are oblivious idiots but they’re cute so it’s ok, ending is annoyingly abrupt (sorry)

pairings. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note: so this is a multi-part social media fic inspired by this ask that i’ve been working on for a while. as always, all media and pictures used in this belongs to the original creators. hope you guys enjoy! ps, all i really know about art is what i learned in my gcse class (and my teacher was awful) so if i use any incorrect terminology at any point in this series i’m so sorry! i’m trying my best 🫶

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charles_leclerc no photo credits? 😃

yourusername 🙄🙄 photo creds to char ig

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charles_leclerc opening day for y/n’s latest exhibition, ‘flow’! je suis très fière de toi, mon artiste. ne jamais cesser de rêver 🌊 / beyond proud of you, my artist. never stop dreaming

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username now if this isn’t obsessed boyfriend behaviour then i don’t know what is

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charles_leclerc toujours

username and they say they’re just friends?? THIS IS NOT FRIEND BEHAVIOUR

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username they way he’s answering questions about y/n’s own exhibition for her 😭 babes ur not subtle x

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username SHE CALLS PASCALE MAMAN OH MY GOD???

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username everyone say ‘thank you y/n’ for feeding us the soft charles content 🥹

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username three guesses who took the pictures of y/n

username hmm…joris? 🤔

username try again

username elvis 🤨

username close!! but not quite

username is it maybe…charles?!

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username bingo!!

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charles_leclerc i hope summer never ends

yourusername you and me both

username he doesn’t want to go back to the sf-23 and ferrari fucking up his race every week 😔

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username LMAO Y/N LIKED

username she’s just as sick of ferrari’s shit as we are

joris_trouche everyone ignoring the fact that i’m also in this dump as well !!!

charles_leclerc mate you’re not even looking at the camera

username GAHAHAHA CHARLES

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multifandomworldsposts · 9 months

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Love Story

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out & abduction

Y/N’s POV

We met two years ago, I worked at Tony’s Sunken Galleon when we met, he’s the sweetest man ever. When he told me he could breathe underwater I didn’t believe him at first but he showed me, it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Flashback

“I want to show you something Y/N.” Arthur holds my hands while looking down at me.

“What is it?” I look up at him.

“You may think this is crazy but I can see underwater, breathe underwater, and I can understand animals.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“I’m not, let me show you Y/N/N.”

He takes me to his dock, “Sit down Y/N.”

I sit down on the edge of the dock. Arthur takes his clothes off and jumps in the water, he pops his head out of the water and approaches me “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Take your clothes off and let me show you that I’m not playing games with you, we promised each other that we would be telling the truth.” I take my clothes off and he grabs me by the waist and slowly takes me in the water. I hug him.

“Now I’m going to take you underwater, once again do you trust me?”

“I do.” I look at him. He takes us underwater, I close my eyes, I hear him doing something, I hear dolphin noises, he takes us out of the water and I open my eyes and a dolphin is in front of me, this is my first time being so close to a dolphin.

“He wants you to pet him.” I look him and said, “How do you know?”

“I can hear animals and they can understand me.”

“How is that possible?” I pet the dolphin while saying.

“When my parents met, my mom, she’s like what I am but she got killed because of me.”

“Don’t say that about yourself Arthur, she could be out there somewhere.” I touch his cheek.

“Atlantis killed her Y/N and I know it.”

End of Flashback

I believe him, I’ll always believe him. But I’m obviously not going to tell my family and friends about his powers. They’re going to think I’m crazy.

Ever since then he’s been wanting me to go in the ocean to see what’s happening, but I’m a human and I can’t breathe underwater. One day he took me in the ocean but in a ship underwater.

“Y/N!” I hear in the distance.

I turn around on what I’m doing.

“Arthur.” I walk up to him.

“What is it?”

“I wanna show you something.”

“Okay.”

“It’s underwater.”

“You know I can’t breathe underwater right?”

“I know but, come with me.” He takes me to my dock and see a ship.

“What is this?”

“It’s some type of ship but you can ride it in the sea.”

“But how can I be in it?”

“There’s a mode for humans if they’re riding it. So you ready?” I nod and he takes me in the passenger seat of the ship.

6 minutes into the ride

I look around where we’re at and Atlantis looks beautiful! I see a dolphin and the way it’s looking at me, it knows who I am.

“It’s the dolphin you saw two months ago.” Arthur says.

“How do you know?” I look at him.

“The way he’s looking at you.” Now that’s adorable!

9 minutes later

We get to a sunken ship and Arthur gave me scuba gear I try to get it on me when he parks the ship on the ocean floor. He guides me to the sunken ship and the ship looks interesting. We get in the ship and how can this be an air pocket?

“What is this place?” I asked while taking the scuba gear off of me.

“A friend of mine showed me this a few months ago, it’s an air pocket as an extra layer of precaution.”

I look around and the whole place looks breathtaking.

“Why do you want to show me this place?” I look at him.

“Just wanted to show you what the ocean really is. And.” He picks me up to put me on a small wooden table.

I giggle.

“And we haven’t been alone in long time.”

“I like where this is going Arthur.”

“I hope you do.”

He begins to kiss my lips, I kiss him back. Later on, he kisses my neck, his beard starts to tickle my neck, I start to giggle again, I can feel him chuckle on my skin, he knows how it feels on me.

I hear something muffled, I get scared so I stop Arthur.

“Arth, I hear something.” I put my hands on his chest to make him stop.

Arthur looks behind himself and men in white and red armor come in the ship.

Arthur protects me.

“Who are they Arthur?”

“Atlantean soldiers.” I get more scared.

Arthur starts to fight, I start to run but one of the soldiers caught me, I try to fight back but I blacked out.

I wake up in a small room with a window and I see Arthur chained up. He gets shocked by one of those Atlantean Soldiers, I can hear his yells and how much he’s in pain. I’m in chains as well. I bang on the window to get Arthur’s attention, he looks at me, his face expression changes.

“Here we are again.” Someone said. Arthur looks at the person.

“Vulko. I can explain.”

“You brought a human to Atlantis, what if she gives information to other human beings?” Vulko approaches Arthur.

“I know her, she would never do that.” Vulko looks at me.

“Would you give other people information about Atlantis?”

I feel a gun on my back I look at the person and the gun, it looks like something I’ve never seen before. I hear the gun almost go off, I quickly say, “I won’t! Please don’t hurt me!” The gun didn’t go off.

“Vulko! Don’t do this to her! Get away from her!” Arthur yells at Vulko. I began to shake, I’m that scared.

“What if we do this to her?” Vulko looks at The soldier grabs my hair and put the gun back to my back, I start to scream.

“Get away from her!” Arthur screams.

“You love her don’t you?” Vulko went closer to Arthur.

“More than anything Vulko.”

The Atlantean Soldiers eventually released Arthur to be with me. I wait for him. He enters the room, I look at him and ran to him to hug him.

“I wanna go home.”

“I’ll take you home Y/N/N.”

Eventually Arthur took me home. “Y/N, I’m sorry about, you know.” He sets me down on my dock.

“You’re okay, it’s not your fault. You just wanted me to see what the ocean looked like.”

“Y/N, you almost got killed all because of me.” Arthur puts his hands on the dock and got closer to me.

“I know Arthur, I just I-“ We hear footsteps on the dock, it’s my dad.

“What the hell is this? And Y/N, where have you been?” I get up and walked up to my dad.

“Arthur, he showed me his dad’s lighthouse.” I lied. My dad knew that I was lying.

“Now, you know that you’re lying to me Y/N/N, where were you?” He gets closer to me, I get nervous.

“We went to my dad’s lighthouse Mr. Y/L/N. There were new things in the house so I wanted to show her and she likes the view from up there.” Arthur approach us.

“Why’s your hair wet Y/N?” My dad puts his hands on his hips.

“We did a little swim near his dock.” I can see my dad looking suspicious.

“Is she telling the truth Arthur?”

“Yes she is Mr. Y/L/N.” My dad looks at us and walks away.

I turn around to Arthur, “Thank you Art.” I hug him.

“No problem Y/N. Listen I gotta go and see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” I said.

THE NEXT DAY

I wake up in a different place. Where am I? I hear someone approaching where I’m at and, I don’t know who it is?

“Hi beautiful.” The voice said.

“Who are you?”

“Call me Black Manta.” The voice came closer to me.

I try to get away but I feel chains on my wrists.

“I want to get out of here!” I yell at Black Manta.

“You’re going stay here until you tell me about Aquaman.” Black Manta gets closer to me.

“I know nothing alright!” I talk yell at him.

“That’s not an answer!” Black Manta yells and hits me with something I can’t recognize.

“OW! What the hell is that!?” I touch where the wound is at.

“It’s a coin.”

“A coin?”

“Yep. You’re staying here until I get an answer from you, see you tomorrow.” Black Manta leaves me alone.

I want to go home! I want someone to save me, please…

Arthur’s POV

Y/N’s parents and I are making a deal, they want Y/N back and I’m going to do it, but I need some help from of sea creatures and some Atlanteans. I gathered the creatures and Atlanteans to Y/N’s family’s beach house and her family look terrified about everybody there.

I go up to her dad, “Y/D/N, I’m going to get Y/N back. Can you trust us?”

“If you know what you’re doing, I trust you.” Y/D/N says.

I’m going to get Y/N back.

2 DAYS LATER

“I think I know where she is.” Mera says.

“Where?” I question.

“Maybe with Black Manta, I mean, he wants revenge for you killing his father.” Mera looks at me and says.

“That son of a bitch.” I mumble.

“Let’s go find him.” Mera tells everyone.

Y/N’s POV

I so hungry, thirsty, and I feel dirty. I hear someone walking and it’s Black Manta with food and water. Finally!

“Here, thought you wanted something to eat and drink.” He hands me a full course meal.

I take the food and water from him and told him thank you.

“Now tell me who’s Aquaman.” He asks.

“What’s your obsession with Aquaman?” I say continue to eat my sandwich.

“He killed my father two years ago.” He says with a frown.

“Why’s that?” I question drinking my water.

He told me something that’s untrue because Arthur told me what happened the day, Black Manta’s dad and him including their men were invading a russian ship, Arthur saved the sailors. I secretly disagree with Black Manta but I showed him a totally different body language, agreeing with him.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” I said.

“He was a good man.” He looks at me.

Arthur told me he killed innocent people including his son. Once again I believe what Arthur tells me.

Later on, Black Manta leaves me alone but I want to go home, I’m scared that Black Manta might do something to me.

2 DAYS LATER

I try to sleep in a uncomfortable position until I hear yelling and fighting. Arthur’s here! I hear banging on the door.

“I’m down here!” I scream.

I hear running down the stairs, it’s Arthur. He gets near me to get the chains off.

“You okay Y/N/N?” He says while trying to get the chains off me.

“I- Authur look out!” I scream.

Black Manta tries to stab Arthur but Arthur fights him back. I try to get the chains off my arms but I can’t. I panic until a woman comes in, who is this?

“Who are you?” I ask.

“My name is Mera, I’m here to save you as well.” She says.

“Get me out of here.” I said.

“Where’s the key?”

“On Black Manta.” I point at Arthur and Black. Manta fighting.

“Arthur! Get the key from Black!” Mera yells at him.

Arthur fights him, I hear keys jiggling, Arthur throws the key to us and Mera gets the key and unlocks me. I try the get up but I can’t I don’t have any energy to get up. Very little food and water for me.

I see Arthur standing looking down at Black, he’s dead. Arthur looks at me and walks up to me and picks me up.

“I want to go home.” I said to Mera and Arthur.

“Let’s get you home Y/N.”

3 DAYS LATER

We finally get to my beach house and I see my family waiting for me. I can see their faces that they’re relieved to see me. Arthur picks me up to get on the land and I see my family’s faces. Arthur takes me to them, I start tearing up. I miss them so much. Arthur puts me down.

“Baby.” My mom says hugging me.

I hug her back. “Mama.”

“Who abducted you?” My dad says.

I look at Arthur.

“An enemy.” He says.

“I’ll tell you later okay?” I told my family.

“Arthur can I talk to you?” My dad says.

“Sure.”

I see my dad taking Arthur somewhere private but I kinda ignore them. I’m a little worried about what my dad is saying him. Eventually, my dad told me what he said to Arthur and he’s a keeper. I knew all along because he treats me like a person and he saved me from an enemy of his. Arthur Curry is the love of my life and my family sees it.

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lets-try-some-writing · 8 months

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Slight spoiler for beast wars, not really plot relevance but lore that makes me think and give me this idea.

So we all can agree that raf understanding beee is complete nonsense and just suspension of disbelif we need to accept. But what if it wasn't?

So, in the movie there is a small trive that live in close proximity to the maximals, they live in harmony for generations. What if that closeness to a new species affects humans causing them to adapt to better live with them?

Earth in transformers prime is just unicron that had been sleep for a long time in ita center. There is dark energon running close to earth surface (a god damn volcano erupted with it, I'm no expert but that can't happen unless is sources is close to the arth surface) so is not impossible to belive that an ancient human civilization could have found dark energon close to them. Sure they might not know what it is and it is stablish that its toxic for humans. but just been close to it for generations without direct contact might affect human physiology in ways no one might notice. We are an adaptive species. Each generation gets more strong to survive in the environment they ancestors live (people that are not use to the low level of oxygen in mountains and other hight places tend to pass out when reaching that point, is a real thing and there a people that have live in such places without any trouble for generations) what if they could even contact with unicron long ago, like just grab a pieces of dark energon and go "this is your God speaking, why did you interrupt my slumber".

They developed and entire society praising this "god" and its "magic cristals". They eventually died our but jot before being affected by their closeness to unicron

Like being able to understand our aliens cousins. Survive the same letal substance (even if barely) and even survive a regular energon intake even when is supposed to be bad for humans. I don't remember if it was ever stablish what could happen if a human was injected energon, but I still can't belive raf was save that easily, not without it having a reason.

That gave the idea that humans might have inherited some cybertronians traits, particularly those who have live close to energon mines and/or the different relics/predators bones scattered across the planet.

Like this are my ideas of traits the kids have that could be explain has them being close related to people that live in closeness to cybertronian influence.

Raf: smart enough to understand cybertronians technology in a matter of weeks. Can understand bee, and can withstand energon toxicity with ease compare to others.

Miko: it was never explain how she could use the apex amor despite it being made for cybertronians. So an affinity to such technology. I also like to belive that her recklessness can be because subconsciously she might think she is strong enough to survives such dangerous situations. Like her mind is telling her "you are strong, no matter what your body looks like".

Jack: he could use the key to Becton sigma, there is no way a human could have use it unless they were some what in tune with cybertronians technology. He is also drawn to mechanics (it was never a big thing but I remember him trying to build a motorcycle engine, that can't be easy with some deep knowledge)

That being explained. How could the bots find out about this? Simple actually "ancestry research" the kids might have to do a project about their ancestor and can end up telling stories that they hear for their familys and might even have some objects that they show to the bots and they connect the doslts abd found out how close humans actually are to cybertronians.

Like, Miko might have a nekless that is a small Predacon bone.

Raf family can have some small statues made by some strange glowing rock (some purple, some blue and maybe even a red one)

Jack might have a book that is just legends pass down fron his ancestor that are just cybertronian tales that unicron told old humans when he was still awake long ago.

I have more ideas but this thing is long enough what would you think wat are your ideas?

This is a phenomenal idea and I am incredibly pleased you saw fit to share with me. I will gladly take what you have presented and make it more long form.

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Remnants of a Bygone Age

When Unicron was cast away long ago by Primus's chosen champions, he could neither move nor sense what was happening around him. Consciousness came in bursts and never for long, and due to the damage sustained during his battle at the beginning of times, his memory from his various waking moments faded like smoke as soon as he returned to slumber. As such he did not recall his interactions with the ancient beginnings of humanity that spawned on his surface.

His essence was largely kept near to his core, but with time and various attempts to move every now and then, his energon flowed toward the surface. At first did nothing as the non-sentient fauna on his frame refused to touch his corrupted blood. The flora that came into contact with his energon often died or simply adapted to not accept any of it into their systems. Unicron's energon remained untouched save for by the most foolish, all of which perished or at least learned to avoid it if they lasted.

But of course, not all creatures on his frame were so cautious. The beginnings of humanity were curious beings, a trait that never faded from them even millennia later. They found safe haven in areas where Unicron's essence ran thick as no predators would dare take harbor in such areas. They lived in those locations for centuries, sometimes moving on and coming back, but never abandoning those relative areas of peace. They even forcefully began to have their crops grow in such a way that they had no choice but to adapt. And it was through these small things that humans gained their first adaptations to allow them to interact with their maker.

In the beginning they would constantly grow ill being so near to dark energon deposits hidden underground. But with generations passing, the illness came to be a rite of passage. The humans in areas with dark energon adapted to withstand its presence, so much so that the illness only hit them once as a child and then passed, growing less and less deadly with every generation. Through constant consumption of their crops tainted with the Unmaker's blood, their bodies grew stronger. Their minds sharpened and they gained unique senses that no other creatures on Earth had. The humans who were used to living around Unicron's energon deposits were made of sterner stuff than they counterparts and through the passing of time, comprised a great number of mythical figures in history later down the line.

Eventually in response to the march of progress, the humans who lived in such areas eventually grew tolerant enough that they no longer feared dark energon instinctually and instead found it safe. So many generations of associating it with protection from the horrors in the dark had them revere it. Thus once they had the means, small communities sprung up devoted to retrieving the dark crystals. This of course led to many more generations of premature death and horrid mutation among children as dark energon was dug up and experimented with. But humanity has always been adaptive, and so given time, they changed to handle it.

They could not find a use for the substance, but those who lived in areas filled with Unicron's essence for generations found themselves unable to leave. It was their safe haven, their home. Other human settlements sprang up around the globe, growing in size and marching onward, but the chaos touched never wandered. They remained, ever bound to the blood of their god. It is unclear exactly when it started, but at some point the emotions of safety they associated with dark energon warped into a worship of The Dark One. So many millennia of adaptation and so many centuries made the chaos touched able to hear whispers, to hold dark energon without fear and to carve it, care for it, and revere it without worry of death.

They were extraordinary in all things, to the point of being super human. They had adapted and from those many generations of death and lost young, they were stronger for it. The chaos touched humans were stronger, faster, more cunning, and possessed odd abilities that made no sense to humans without such adaptations. The Cybertronian origin of their Dark One infused them in such a way that the chaos touched were simply so different genetically at the end of the day that they could hardly be called human. They saw in ways their kin could never, heard things that other humans could not, and felt the spark of their god beneath their feet. They were beings that could not break the threshold to become something technorganic and almost Cybertronian, and thus they remained forever at the pinnacle, unable to evolve any further.

Sometimes Unicron would whisper to them, mistaking them for his own creations and telling them tales of the stars. Other times he would imbue them with his power, killing some but empowering others. He gifted them knowledge of the language of his brother's creations, he gave them visions of the stars, and in his daze he had them believing themselves to be but one step away from ascension.

However being akin to demi-gods amongst other humans was what ultimately led to their downfall. The chaos touched refused to leave their holy grounds for long, and so were destroyed when armies from their non-adapted kin came for them during a time of weakness. Their civilization came to an end, and those who were not adapted to the Unmaker simply never were able to rest easily in places where his blood ran thick. But of course, that was not the end of the chaos touched. The few survivors had children, they changed, and while their adaptations weakened in response to the mixing of blood, they were not all lost.

In the modern era, the blood of the chaos touch was thin and very frail, hardly present as most dark energon had long been hidden away. However a few bloodlines remained, surprisingly being quite prevalent in Jasper Nevada where the chaos touched unknowingly gathered on instinct due to the dark energon there. Humans are adaptive creatures, and so while most of their Herculean strength and Athenian wisdom was long gone, the different bloodlines specialized in what they could. Not a soul knew that these gifts were out of the ordinary simply because they had no application... not until Cybertronians arrived on Earth.

The children unknowingly were born into three of these old bloodlines, and therefore possessed power that had no use in an era without Cybertronian influence. But with Cybertronians on Earth, those gifts began to make an appearance, the most obvious of which being Rafael's unique ability. The team were immediately suspicious of Rafael's knack for understanding Bumblebee. The child claimed it to be binary speech, but Jack looked into it and the team did their own research and what Rafael claimed was simple was most certainly not. Bumblebee was speaking in Cybertronian Morse code, Autobot code specifically. There should have been no way for Rafael to know what he was saying, especially since the similarities between Earth and Cybertronians tongues were close to non-existent. It was a mess of impossibilities, but the Matrix did not say anything and Rafael never acted maliciously, and so while concerning, the team let it be.

When Rafael was struck with dark energon and poisoned, their concerns were brought back to light once more when he didn't keel over the moment the substance touched him. Even being injected with small doses could leave a Cybertronian dead on their pedes for deca-cycles if they weren't prepared for it. A human child managing to last more than a nanoklik was a miracle, one Ratchet did not try to abuse as he worked to heal the child before it was too late. Only after the incident did the team overlook Rafael's scans critically in search of some sort of indicator regarding what saved him. Organics were not the hardiest of creatures, it shouldn't have been possible... and yet it was. Looking at Rafael's DNA scans showed that he had minor mutations to his immune system and cognitive functions, but that was all. It didn't look like much, at least not immediately.

The team filed it away as more pressing issues came forward, but again they found themselves bewildered when Jack showed his quality in his ability to wield the key to Vector Sigma. By that point the team were looking for strange occurrences in the children and thus merely noted his acceptance of the key before moving on. Optimus was of course startled but did nothing to halt the boy as he moved to return the Unmaker to his slumber. Jack was not supposed to bond to the key, it shouldn't have been possible. At most he would be able to hold the relic for one of the team, but being bound to it? Again, it was an event that had the team scrambling to look at Jack's scans once all the chaos was over and Optimus was returned to them.

Once more they were left bewildered as looking at Jack's scans showed only minor mutations to his DNA that seemed to alter his base genetic code to make him more susceptible to Cybertronian technology. His alterations looked a great deal like the preliminary augmentations technorganic underwent before receiving implants. But again, it shouldn't have been possible for Jack to have those. Earth was a backwater world only just starting its pitiful attempt to reach the stars. Such technology and genetic augmentation was millennia ahead of them. Ratchet wanted to flip a table more than ever when they were forced to file Jack's case away too in response to Decepticon activity.

The concept of ignoring the strange mutations in their wards DNA went flying out the window when Miko managed to somehow get the Apex Armor to respond to her. The relic was designed for Cybertronian wielders, not organic children. Again, much like every other instance involving the children and Cybertronian tech, it shouldn't have been possible. The Apex Armor scanned the mind of its wielder in order to account for size and to be sure that the wielder was Cybertronian at all. How did she manage to trick a relic? Pure force of will? Considering it was MIKO messing around with the armor most of the team were half willing to ignore it and move on. The girl was an enigma on the best of days. But combined with Jack and Rafael being just as strangely in tune with Cybertronian tech, the team finally sat the children down and asked questions.

Ratchet: Rafael, how in the Allspark are you able to understand Bumblebee?

Rafael: Huh? I can hear what he is trying to say is all. Translating is not very difficult.

Arcee: Raf, you realize Bumblebee isn't speaking in your Morse code right?

Rafael: What? But it sounds like-

Optimus: Bumblebee speaks in Autobot binary code. His faux vocalizer turns Cybertronian digital glyphs into spoken sounds that only war veterans would be familiar with.

Rafael: So the fact that I understand him-?

Ratchet: We've looked at your DNA scans, you have strange mutations that don't make sense. You and the other two.

Jack: What? Me and Miko too?

Bulkhead: Yeah, its really weird. Your scans look like something straight out of a technorganic augmentation document.

Bumblebee: *Miko shouldn't be able to use the Apex armor at all*

Rafael: Really?!

Optimus: Bumblebee is correct. Jack, Miko, you two should not have been able to interact with our relics in any capacity. And Rafael should have been killed the moment he came into contact with dark energon.

Ratchet: The fact that Rafael understands us, survived dark energon, and combine that with your ability to use our relics brings us to one question.

Ratchet: What did your ancestors interact with in order to change your very DNA to be closer to ours?

The children were rightfully concerned but after receiving the knowledge of their odd genetic background, they did some digging together. Within the next week, they arrived at base with a few family heirlooms and some documents that had half the team doing a double take.

In her hands Miko held a small Predacon fang. That alone was not too startling considering such things could be found on Earth, but was concerning was her total lack of concern for it. Cybertronian components had a natural distasteful signature that kept most from touching the corpses of their fallen, even after the energon was long gone. And yet Miko played with the fang as if it meant nothing and pulled up her family history, showing that her ancestors likely came from the region of Earth that supposedly housed and Autobot base during the golden age of Cybertron. Everything lined up and the team could only assume that her ancestors adapted to become naturally unconcerned with Cybertronians and even size them up in some method of survival instinct akin to the honey badger.

Rafael for his part had a small crystal idol that he said was a family heirloom from back several centuries. Somehow his family never lost it and even prized it above their own lives at times. The idol simply never managed to be taken as others seemed disgusted by it and his ancestors were almost obsessed with the stone. It was old, but looking closer showed that it was a long dormant shard of dark energon whittled down with increadible skill into the shape of what looked to be the general outline of Unicron's frame. Compared to Miko, Rafael's heirloom almost had the team raising their weapons on instinct. He held his idol so carefully as if to keep it from even touching the very air and his eyes glazed over as he presented it. Looking at his family records showed that his ancestors most likely lingered near old dark energon deposits, and that had the team looking at the boy in poor veiled concern.

Then there was Jack who had no relic of his own but instead showed a written down version of a song that had been orally passed down his family line since long before proper records existed. Looking over the lyrics and the strange glyphs that Jack claimed his family had always been taught how to draw as a simple children's game had the team gawking. Once more, his family history showed his ancestors to have been near a dark energon deposit for much of their history and seeing the song... every single one of the team felt their spark flutter in slight fear. Just how long had humanity been exposed to the Unmaker? For how long had they been influenced?

Hail to the Lord of Dark,

For he protects us and gives us visions of starlight,

We were born of his will,

And from his will we are made pure,

Strength of giants,

Wisdom of ancients,

Stories of great beings made of living metal,

Hail to He Who Is Shadows,

Let him guide our sight,

May he heal us,

Grace us Oh Creator with thy gifts,

We herald thee,

Wake from thy rest,

Humanity was playing a game they weren't even aware they were involved in. Somehow they had adapted, they had survived, and now they had gifts they never should have had.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #tfp kids #miko nakadai #jack darby #rafael esquivel #unicron #again unicron with his dabbling #and humanity being the adaptive monsters we are #poor cybertronians are so fragging confused

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Swear To Me (It’s You)

Synopsis: My take on S5 E8 ending. Arthur is showing signs of jealousy after hearing Merlin was with a girl…or signs may point toward a male. To ease his own mind he makes Merlin swear to him.

Content warning/Trigger Warning: Unhappy Marriage, Potential Infidelity, Injury (leg), Jealousy.

Rating: Teen

Merlin’s leg ached, although healing, it still caused him to limp through his evening duties. That wasn’t the only thing weighing him down though. His heart heavy from the loss of a boy changed. As he prepared the evening meal for Arthur and Guinevere, the woman for whom he couldn’t bare to look in her eyes knowing that his friend was enchanted and there was, currently, nothing he could do to protect her.

In regard to other friendships, Arthur had barely even looked at him since returning to the castle. When Merlin laid their meal out, Arthur hadn’t even uttered a single expression of gratitude. Only opening his mouth to say to Gwen;

“I still can’t believe how lucky I was. I owe that boy my life…and I don’t know who he was or where he’s from.”

Then turning to Merlin, as if finally, deeming his presence worthy of acknowledgement.

“We need to make sure we give him a decent burial.”

Merlin softly responded, “I’ll do that,” turning back to the table with a hobble, carrying the final platters, “If you allow me the time.”

Merlin misses Arthur’s brow quirk, misses his indignant facial expression. Merlin does not miss the tone he uses though.

“Oh. So you can go and visit that girl again?”

Merlin lay Gwen’s meal for her, taken aback with confusion at his words. A girl? He has no time to meet a girl, or man, when he’s too busy dying in the forest or saving Arthur’s life, or more accurately pining desperately from the sidelines for a love he’ll never receive in return to even be able to look at another in a way his eyes are reserved for A-

“Girl.” Arthur states drawing out the word, eye brows cocking and he looks miffed.

Merlin is too tired for wisecracks and repartee. The grief is too thick in his blood, his leg aches and his body yearns for a sleep to cure the exhaustion laden heavy in his mind and bones. He achieves a pathetic barely heard scoff as he hobbles back to the sideboard to fetch the pitcher of wine.

“Don’t have one.” Even his voice sounds tired to his own ears.

Again, Arthur’s voice is annoyed and…something Merlin’s brain is too slow to catch.

“That’s not what Guinevere tells me.”

Merlin turns to stare at Gwen, his friend who smirks at him from the table. Merlin loves her dearly but this enchanted version of her is cruel. He knows she has always known - an unspoken secret never touched for all those years that Merlin first became Arthur’s manservant. Deep rooted insecurities shining through her enchantment. Knowing that Merlin and Arthur’s bond is unbreakable, unshakeable, a force that could never be matched. With understanding that her role in Arthur’s life has been rocky for nearly two years now. Another unspoken and avoided topic between the King and Queen.

So yes, it is understandable that kind hearted and the ever so loveliest Guinevere would present her secret depths within her evil bound enchantment. Setting a divide between the two, as if any other human being would take the place of the one he serves. Planting that seed of thought in her own husbands mind, that once again, he is always second best or not even best at all. To his father, to his sister, to his uncle, to Guinevere in place of Lancelot and now, even to the one who was most loyal, Merlin.

Arthur pushes his goblet toward Merlin, staring hard at him and he asks, leaning on demands,

“So, why don’t you tell us all about her.”

Merlin pours the wine, glancing between Arthur and Gwen. Who at the opposite end of the table smirks with mirth in her eyes. She holds up her goblet for Merlin. Merlin hobbles to her.

“Right…”

He pours her wine, her malicious smirk that Merlin has grown to hate.

“…and why you’re walking with a limp.” Arthur states.

Merlin could have spilt the pitcher if he hadn’t been gripping it tightly in frustration. And…oh. Arthur is insinuating that he hadn’t been with a girl, but rather a man. The tone…his mind screaming at him. One he doesn’t dare believe, he’s tired, he’s not thinking straight. He’s….Arthur’s jealous. Merlin turns to him. Wordless, he cannot say anything. For there is nothing to say. He cannot himself say aloud what Arthur insinuates nor can he voice if he is jealous. His mouth opens, closes, opens….closes.

“Arthur…” Guinevere begins, “Do you…insinuate?” She sounds scandalised but Merlin can hear her glee under it all.

Merlin still stares at Arthur who stares at him. Arthur who doesn’t even appear to have heard an uttered word from Gwen.

“Do you deny the truth?” Arthur demands

“I deny it. There…there isn’t anyone.” Else. Merlin replies quietly.

“Would you swear it?” Arthur stares deep into his eyes.

“Arthur.” Gwen cuts in, puzzlement now coats her words.

“Arthur.”

“Would you swear it to me, that there is no-one?” Arthur’s body is still, solid and locked as is his tone and penetrating gaze.

“That you are loyal to me, and only me?” He finishes.

“That is not the loyalty you can ask of him, Arthur.” Guinevere cuts in, standing up, “I must say you confuse the loyalty you seek with the love he is creating with someone in this instance, my husband.”

Arthur’s sharp gaze cuts to Gwen, Merlin can’t turn to look at her as he is frozen, heart pounding in his ribcage as he catches Arthur’s steely expression.

“This does not concern you, Guinevere. This is between me and my manservant.” Arthur’s eyes cut to Merlin’s before back at his wife. “I must ask you to take leave.”

“Arthur.” She laughs, but it’s shocked and confused.

“Now, please.” A sharp flicker of regret move through Arthur’s blue eyes.

Merlin can only hear her shoes against the stone floor, the creak of the hinge he needs to oil tomorrow and the boom of the heavy door slamming into its frame that makes him jolt.

“Merlin, again, I ask you. Will you swear loyalty to me and only me?”

Arthur’s blue eyes are hard, a mask slid in place that Merlin cannot uncover. He doesn’t like this Arthur, the one where he pushes Merlin out to protect his own heart. Foolish, supercilious, prat of a man.

“I swear to you.” Merlin says, scarce louder than a whisper. “I am and will always only be loyal to you.”

Arthur stares, his blue eyes shining more so but he does not speak. He only stares into Merlin’s eyes and finds what he is looking for in there. Merlin watches Arthur swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing harshly in his throat before he averts his eyes to grab at his goblet for a deep swallow of wine.

“Then, pray tell, why are you limping?”

Merlin rolls up his trousers leg, showing the wrapped cloth around the wound on his leg.

“I, ah, I hurt myself in the forest. That boy…he um. He came to me to seek a physicians support to cure a family member. Upon my journey, I was injured.” Partially the truth.

Arthur stares at him, eye brows furrowed and his top lip curled in confusion.

“You left unannounced to provide healing?” Arthur isn’t that stupid, he knows that there is a missing part, “Why would you keep is secret from me…and Gaius?”

“They were druids.” Not the truth, but as close to it as Merlin could get.

“You left me, in secret, to provide healing to the Druid’s?” Arthur stares,

“Yes.”

“And this is truly what you were doing?”

“I was delayed in my return due to my injury.” Merlin tells the truth.

“Okay.” Arthur nods, picking a piece of chicken from his plate and popping it in his mouth.

“Okay?” Merlin is…confused.

“Yes. I believe you.” Arthur swallows, “The druids are peaceful people.”

“So I didn’t need to swear loyalty to you then, and everything still would have been fine?” Merlin laughs.

“Perhaps, a reminder then.”

“A reminder?” Merlin frowns.

“Yes.” Arthur looks up at him, holding his goblet away from his lips. “That you belong to me and only me.”

Arthur drinks, Merlin barely chokes out an, “Arthur?”

Arthur places the goblet back down, ignoring him completely, “You might as well have that.”

Merlin looks behind him to where Arthur has gestured loosely with one hand,

“Guinevere won’t be returning now, and saves it going to waste.” Arthur cuts into the leafy green and skewers it with a piece of chicken.

“I, uh, I know things have been strange with Gwen these past few weeks but-“

“It has been existing between Guinevere and I for longer than you say, but I really have no interest in discussing this at present, Merlin.”

Arthur stands up and moves to pulls the other chair round before then taking the meal and placing it in front of the chair next to his own, then fetches a new goblet from the sideboard.

“Now, if you wish to share a meal with me, please shut up and sit down.”

Merlin hobbles into the chair, feeling foreign when he sinks into the unyielding wood. He looks up, Arthur is staring at him, he nods at the plate in front of Merlin and pours him a goblet of wine. Arthur returns to his own seat in silence, before then stuffing the fully loaded fork of food into his mouth.

They eat in silence, sparing glances at one another. Merlin’s heart swelling painfully in his chest. His emotions threatening to spill out is tidal waves he cannot hold back,

“You don’t ever have to think I am off…enjoying the company of others, Arthur. Destiny sealed where I belonged a long, long time ago.”

“Don’t be such a girl, Merlin.”

“Prat.” Merlin smiles.

“Idiot.” Arthur grins in return.

A comfortable silence takes them both while they finish their meal. Merlin begins to reach and nearly knocks over the goblet when he feels Arthur’s foot hook around the back of his ankle, rubbing softly once, twice…a third. Like interlocked fingers and thumbs caressing over knuckles, in their own unspoken way. Merlin’s face feels warm as he flickers his gaze over to Arthur. His face is equally a similar shade of red but the small smile playing on his lips as he cuts into the meal makes a similar one pull at Merlin’s own mouth. Well, let’s just say, this is just one other secret between the men who are two sides of the same coin.

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Authors notes: Please note I do not hate Gwen and this is not a Gwen!hate fic. This is about a couple who came together and found out that they maybe weren’t supposed to be together but still care for one another. Gwen’s insecurities and feelings present negatively due to her enchantment by Morgana. Arthur treats her poorly due to his anger/jealousy over his feeling toward Merlin. I adore Gwen but I am a Gwen/Lancelot or Gwen/Morgana lover.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #arthur x merlin #merlin fic #merthur fic #merlin season 5 #merlin fan fic #no beta we die like arthur pendragon

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leonieweird · 1 year

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Sweater Weather

Human Jo’an was weird.

I couldn’t determine whether it was human weird or just Human Jo’an weird. She was rushing around, tripping over her own feet, and having more injuries than normal.

“Human Jo’an, what is that in your hand?” I asked. The human did that thing where they freeze like a little ickchay. I couldn’t help that my wings bristled in amusement.

She looked over her shoulder, short hair covering of of her eyes as her arms shielded something behind her. My “feet” clicked against the floor of our spaceship, my wings folding in on each other. “Really?” She nodded, her lips pursing to the side to try and make an innocent expression.

It only made her look more guilty.

“Human Jo’an, I have known you since I hatched out of my egg. We have been together through a lot. I can tell when you are hiding something.” For good measure, I opened up my wings. A tactic usually for making predators intimidated, but Human Jo’an always said it made me look, and I quote, “devious”.

“Arth.” My name that Human Jo’an gave me since she could not pronounce my real name. “Would I ever lie to you? Or-“ I cut her off. “That time on the Planet Nerthimplf, you said you couldn’t speak the language of the predators there, yet you are now hailed as their surrogate queen.

“I just mimicked their sounds. The translator didn’t pick up their language correctly. So, technically, I did not lie to you.” Human Jo’an straightened up, keeping the item behind her back. Though from this angle, I could see cloth.

“My point is I would never lie to you in a way that would put you in danger. This behind my back? It’s nothing.” She tried to shrug her shoulders to show that it was in fact nothing, but from the way I could hear her heart speed up was different. My head cocked to the side, wings spreading more in amusement.

“If it is not a big issue, why can’t you show me?” Human Jo’an coughed, eyes looking to the side. “Human Jo’an.” She sighed, and then rolled her eyes, and then groaned. Her face changed into many different emotions, all ones I have seen before. Human Jo’an was embarrassed.

My wings closed in on themselves, the feathers puffing up in what Human Jo’an described as wing laughter. I felt like laughing. “I will not judge you on what you have. I am not that kind of species.” Human Jo’an nodded and then brought her hands to the front.

My foot tapped against the floor, wings flapping in uncontrollably excitement. It was what the humans called a sweater, however this one was a little ragged and had tiny holes in them. The words were in a messy text of my homeland language translating to “Yeah I survived a predator, so what?” I assume it was to reference many of our adventures where I had almost died to a predator.

Human Jo’an observed my expression, a smile making its way onto her face as I expressed with my body language rather than my words. I was elated and so was Human Jo’an.

I was now 13 earth years old, and received my first sweater crafted by the hands of my caretaker. I was elated.

#My writing sucks #This is me practicing #humans are space orcs #humans are good actually #haso writing #Human Jo’an is actually the best #WE FINALLY HAVE A NAME FOR MY BABY BIRD #feel free to send little request #I’ll try to write it but no promises #not proof read

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bones-edition · 11 months

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The aforementioned more cohesive* thoughts, or, Harlan Guthrie is an incredible writer:

Okay. So. A few things happened in this episode. I'm going to start with Daniel.

Daniel. There's just a whole nother tragic death in Arthur's life that was arguably his own fault. I mean, it wasn't his fault, but if course he's going to blame himself for it. It seemed like. They were actually getting somewhere. They had a bit of reconciliation going there. And then. Boom. Dead. Why do things like this keep happening to Arthur? And, well, he's still not out in the clear of this one yet, either.

On a semi related note, can we talk about how good of an antagonist the butcher is? Like. He's really just a guy. They've faced things that are, on paper, infinitely more dangerous than him. And yet, he's so scary. The way he seems like some sort of unstoppable force, even though they've managed to stop him before, even though he's just a human. It's the fact, I think, that he doesn't show any sign of distress. His voice never gives any hint of frustration, or even anger. He's so jovial, even while he takes away what hints of a new life Arthur has tried to build. It almost reminds me of someone else, but the butcher's casual, carefree additude is, I think, even more threatening than Kayne's hysterical joy, because even though he's not actually that much more powerful than Arthur, he presents himself like he is. He's just going about his daily business, and there's no conceivable way anyone could hinder him from it. And that, I think, is why he has such an impact.

Might talk more about how good the writing is in a bit, but first I need to address the proverbial elephant. I'm worried about John. It's obvious that Arthur knows something's wrong, and it's obvious that Arthur is worried, too. Towards the beginning of the season, I was worried about the argument it would cause when Arthur found out, but now I'm more concerned that John's stubborn refusal to let Arthur in on it will be both of their downfall. All we know about this deal John made with Kayne was that John would get Arthur to New York in return for being reunited with him, but we can see that there's something else up with John. And the two of them still have no idea that Yellow still exists, let alone that he's now in Larson. And where does Kayne factor into all this? What are his motives? There's no way for us to know, and it's driving me insane, because I just know it's important. That guy is just absolutely shrouded in mystery, and I know he's manipulating something behind the scenes that we're distracted from because we're focusing on the current happenings in New York. Also, tangentially related, but the song that John recognizes? What's up with that? I'm so goddamn invested in this story.

Also I continue to be incredibly impressed with the writing of every episode. The progression of this one was masterfully done. It incites our concern about John early on, and then quickly overshadows that with more concerns. John and Arthur emerge fairly successful from the conversation with Oscar, and things, are, overall, going well. And there's just a hint of time for that worry about John to surface before we're thrown into the interaction with Daniel. This has been something that has been building up for a long time, a climax of sorts. And tensions are high at the beginning, but the listener grows gradually more relieved throughout the course of the conversation. And then, just as Arthur mentions the butcher, the action picks back up again. The phone rings, we start to worry about the name situation, and things just start piling up. Oscar's on the phone, he sounds concerned. Oh no, Daniel left his address at the hotel, anyone could have found it, the butcher could have found it. Now there's someone at the door, the butcher knows the address, this is Not Good, and like that, Daniel's dead, Arthur's efforts were for nothing and there's not time for him to grieve because there's never time for Arthur to grieve, he has to run again, he has to run and hide and try to survive, again. And then the episode ends, leaving us stranded in that moment to try to process everything that just happened.

Anyway, I just really liked this episode. I really liked all the episodes. I really like the podcast. That's all. I feel slightly more insane than usual today, perhaps I spent too long outside and the smog is getting to my head.

*More cohesive as compared to the things I posted during the period of time I was listening to the episode. Not, you know, cohesive by some objective measure of the quality. That would be far from what I could hope to achieve on a Tumblr post about malevolent.

#sometimes i question how i passed my lit class #and then i look at these literal essays that i write entirely for fun #and go. oh yeah. i'm a fucking nerd.#i love how you can see the progression from natrual language to essay speak here #and nobodys going to read this but whatever #malevolent #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #oleanders chaos #<a lot of it

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comradeupdog · 7 months

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Why did the tumblr do this to me. I was trying to find an example of good friends to compare myself and a friend of mine and I can’t cause i go, “we were kinda like Sherlock Holmes and John W… wait not like that ahhhhh, like season 1-2 Jesse Pinkman and Walt… wait no…. Ahhhhhhhhh like Karl Marx and Fredrick Eng… ahhh i mean Merlin and King Arth…” etc. etc. We need platonic duos that have one person has a secret wisdom or ability and the one who helps them navigate human society and they are equal partners.

#feel free to leave examples #walter white #walter blasting you #Marx and Engels is a ship i support btw #the secret wisdom in my case is of course marxism

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cookinguptales · 5 months

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I will say that I've been lying down quite a bit the past few days just because uh. Strong dislocation risk.

So, to please tumblr, I've started listening to Malevolent. Podcasts are an okay way to stay sane when you can't move much, lmao.

Thoughts so far under a cut, because to my knowledge, only two of you care about this lmao.

So far... I'll admit my feelings are mixed. I'm a couple episodes into the second season, I think, and... well, I still don't care much for cosmic horror or creature features. I'll admit it's just kind of a style of horror that I find a little boring. Every time they start describing the new monster or Lovecraftian cult or cosmic horror, I'll admit that my eyes glaze over a bit.

So uh. With the caveat that the actual plot is not doing that much for me at all, I'm not like... okay, if I were on my own I probably would've tuned out by now. lmao. But I'm not, so I'm pulling steadily through. I don't hate it or anything. That said, it does struggle from some of the same pitfalls as other indie horror podcasts, and I do think it's worsened a bit by the creator trying to do everything himself here.

I especially wish that he had not decided to do every voice himself, because as someone with hearing difficulties, it makes it really hellish to figure out what's going on sometimes. lmao. I usually rely on really distinct voices to tell people apart in podcasts, and I mean. That's not a thing here. Moreover, because he often tries to disguise his voice with accents or digital effects... well, that does not always make the voicework easy to understand. I've had to rely kind of heavily on the transcripts, so thank god they're there.

While I think he does have writing strengths and weaknesses (it's... not always easy to keep track of what's going on) I am interested to see where the characters go. I'm not... quite sure I follow the logic for why John gained selfhood while Arthur was in a coma, but I'm willing to just go with it. I do kind of wish that we were working with a somewhat expanded timeline, though... I think at times it's like "HE'S GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO HIS FACE..." and I'm like "sir, it's been like 48 hours." But. You know. Again, I'll just go with it.

I am intrigued by the idea of writing a pairing inhabiting the same body (and......... it would not be the first time, if I'm being entirely honest) and I think that's kind of what's got me holding on lmao. I do also like the concept of a creature struggling against his old self in a very literal way. That sort of bid for earned humanity is always interesting to me, though I'll admit I haven't listened to enough of s2 to have thoughts on how it's playing out.

So every time I'm like "oh... okay... they're being chased by a monster again..." I just tell myself "yes, but you might get to write something very weird and fucked up" and that does help.

To be clear, I'm not saying the style of horror here is necessarily a bad thing. It gives old radio serial vibes sometimes, like they're gonna have to fight the eldritch ghost pirates with Little Orphan Annie or something, and I'm sure some people enjoy that very much. It's just a style of horror that I tend to bounce off of even in other types of media. (Like I am still firmly of the opinion that The Descent was scarier before the monsters showed up.) I suppose I just feel more strongly affected by horror that's more like... just kind of unsettling and uncanny and spooky. The monster-y action stuff does less for me personally. Like.. I'm not worried about Shub-Niggurath showing up in my apartment, frankly. I'm just like "yeah but that's not real."

Spooky, uncanny, very personal horror that is just disquietingly close enough to a reality that can't quite be explained is more my style, I think. I'm realizing that as I listen to this podcast.

Other things I've thought to myself while listening to this podcast:

SHUB-NIGGURATH IS A GIRL. It was even in that book they read out loud in the first episode. But John and Arthur keep calling her "he" and I'm like "that's sexist, women can be unfathomable eldritch beasts TOO. god forbid women do ANYTHING."

me, halfway through the second episode of s2: sir are you going to make us wander through the entirety of dante's inferno or just the seventh circle? because that was a very long book?? we've already done the violet/blood-red lake, self-harm woods, the burning plain, and the cliff, and I'm a little worried about that allusion to ice at the bottom! I don't want to go all the way down, lmao.

the first time they mentioned the king in yellow I immediately imagined the man in the yellow hat and I am so sorry but I still keep thinking of him. and also occasionally this man. it kind of... makes him less scary...

it's truly embarrassing how much it drove me crazy until I remembered that song at the beginning of episode 10 was "stardust" lmao. which... I suppose is probably some kind of cosmic horror pun...

I know that I was supposed to be really horrified when John took control over Arthur's hand but literally all I thought was "oh, I'm sure the fandom has made good use of that."

like I was in marvel comics fandom for years before the movies came out, I am well acquainted with monsterfucking fic.

look I'm not here to criticize you, john, but your other half seems to be running a really inefficient cult here.

how did you guys not notice the wraith following you for like six episodes. that one really seemed to come out of nowhere. like... did she hitchhike with them?? go in the caves with them?? swim behind the boat?? or was she just like psychically watching them and then teleported???? I am literally so confused about the wraith thing. I get that they wanted Arthur's kindness towards a "monster" to save him later, I get the themes and motifs here, and I get that they needed a deus ex machina, but I'm so confused about the actual mechanics of that save. it didn't help that I thought that "free her" meant like... free her spirit so she wouldn't be a wraith anymore and she could move on or something. so I had a very confusing moment like "wait, that thing is still alive??" lmao

so... anyway, yeah, I'm just kinda. hangin' on. haha. I'm here for the monsterfucking more than I am for the monster fighting, being honest with you. the monster mash more than the monster bash, if you will. but I am willing to be patient with the parts of the podcast that don't do as much for me to get more character work. hopeful on that point.

#malevolent tag #it's kind of like middling feelings so I don't want to put it in the tag

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ramayantika · 1 year

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Saw a video on insta where the caption was something like this "Hinduism/Sanatana dharma is the religion where women are referred to as devi"

And then some of these guys came up to comment, stfu you all no devis. You all can't be devis (they themselves then generalized everyone by commenting you all are hoes partying at night having affairs and all don't call yourselves devis)

I feel smacking their heads off. Sir little girls are worshipped during navaratri, women in India are seen as ghar ki lakshmi. These random guys who themselves post and call themselves shiv bhakt narayan bhakt, I am sure narayan and mahadev would never agree to their words.

And no one is proclaiming herself to be devi durga or devi kali and asking others to worship hers. In our culture, the inner deity that resides in the body is honoured and for a women if the inner deity is referred to as the divine feminine, as the DEVI then why the heck do these guys have such a problem

For me my teachers, the good ones under whom I have learnt so much, I will always see them as Saraswati devi blessing me and giving me knowledge. When I remember my mother, I am always reminded of Mata Parvati.

This is what it feels like when we remember the devi that resides in every woman aur voh caption ka bhi vahi arth tha. Bade buddhe ladkiyon ko kabhi kabhi payr chune nahi dete yeh kehkar ki ghar ki lakshmi ko thodi na payr chune denge. Voh caption usi reverence ko isi thought process ko bata rha tha ki humare culture mein aisa mana jata hai

But naah saale kuch gadhon ko bas women party (jaise party karne mein paap lag gaya bhai. Not a party type person, but you can't call a woman or any guy characterless because they go to parties and wear short clothes) I have seen a masi she too wears those so called western clothes, has a child, is a successful fashion designer and also attends parties and discos. I lean more towards the 'traditional' in clothing but that doesn't mean ki mein kurti saree pehenti hu toh mein achi aur meri dost jo shorts shirt mein ghumti hai voh buri hai

Every human is divine and bhagwan resides in everyone. Humare culture mein usi bhagwan ko jo sare manushya mein rehte hai usi ko toh hum pujte hai or why else would we do namaste?

I had to rant here subah subah aise ladke dekhke dimag kharab hota hai mera

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This is a entry for day 29 for @inuvember event Inuvember 2023. This Inuyasha Sci-Fi AU is the continue of Sango, Galactic Bounty Hunter, and feature Miroku in the AU.

On a apartment in the planet Losplot, a young man start to get up and make his way to the bedroom. He is a handsome male human of a young age with short black hair.

Using the web, he got wanted posters of a group of people that have a huge reward. Smiling, he said to himself, “Miroku, you have earn yourself quite a huge catch.

At a spaceport, a ship landed and its pilot is glad that no galactic police has come to question them. Sango has taken a big risk to challenge the Inugami Empire which their emperor hire Sango to capture the princess of Celebral in order to forced the natives to serve him as psi agents to hunt down possible enemies. The emperor own son rebel against his father plan and even have a daughter with the princess, whose also reveal that Naraku, a horrible underworld gang leader whose killed her family and most of her people known as the Gozamazons, has taken her older sister Kikyo. Right now, they are on the run as well following digital footprints left by someone whose too want to see Naraku defeated, which is why they are in the metropolis planet Losplot, named as a outworlder can easily get themselves lost here.

As they step out of the ship, Sango said to Inuyasha and Kagome, “Remember to not be seen. There could be bounty hunters elsewhere.” The couple nod as Inuyasha hold his and Kagome’s daughter tightly. Sango then put on her helmet and the group walk away from the spaceport.

As Sango look around the alleyway, the voice of a man call out, “Sir. You there, sir.” Sango look to see a young man in purple clothes asking, “Can you help a old man in need?” Sango knee down to see if the man need any medical help, and he suddenly try to attack, which Sango block. A anger Sango said to the man, “You were faking it!” The man reply as he pull out a blaster, “Yes. One of the oldest tricks in the book.”

Inuyasha said, “Does this guy worked for Naraku?” This made Miroku said in shock, “Did you said Naraku?” Confused, Inuyasha ask, “Yes. Do you know him, or....” which Miroku reply, “Well, he is the one whose killed my grandfather and stole his part of a map to a ancient civilization with a power that could dominate the entire universe. My grandfather has made it his life work to find this ancient civilization to uncover its past as well keep the ancient power away from the wrong hands.”

Inside her spaceship, Sango ask Miroku, “Okay, tell us everything you know!” Miroku start explains, “For what my grandfather told me, some of the ancestors of we humans come from a planet called Arth.” The name surprised Sango as she recall that it was the home world of a bounty hunter she meet a few days back as Miroku continues, “The humans of Arth created a utopia along with a galactic empire thanks to creating a powerful energy source that was said to be magical. Unfortunately, it comes crashing down thanks to social disabilities in their government and Arth was said to end up a toxic wasteland. It is said that a map to Arth was made for the humans to return and recalled their rights, including a powerful warship known as Shikon, which is rumored to have the power to destroyed a planet or even a star.”

With Miroku now a part of their crew, the starship left Losplot.

#inuvember

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mainfaggot · 10 months

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oomfiepieeeeee how arth theeeeee

ackkkkkk samikins my beloved! im so fucking tired I had my first shift in 4 days (post canada day long weekend) and the bike ride home killed me. also the oven wants me to kill myself for real bc it's been 1 hour but my sweet potato fries won't fucking fry (bake, they are actually baking). Anyway im not that depressed lately (in the past two days to be more specific) but I feel like a puppet of a human being if u know what I mean. Thanks for reading this xoxo

#sami melancholic how are YOU whats going on lovely #asks #mewchiez

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365runesoftheamalgamations · 2 years

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Not Yet Given Works of NaNoWriMo pt.3

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welcome to the pages of our Creation,

Introducing The Villain's Hero

Initial Concept:

The villain and the hero end up as cellmates, the villain slowly unraveling a plan that seems to have been in place before the hero was even chosen, and discovering that maybe his role was simply to be the scapegoat, rather than the actual evil. ~ high fantasy, mature ~ third person point of view, present tense, two perspectives ~ enemies to allies, the utopia's a cult, hero x villain, poorly ignored feelings

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World:

Eutopoa, The World of Fallacy and Falsehood Once founded in the integrity of the Lands, Eutopoa now gives itself to the tales better told by whoever holds the Knowledge of the Realms. Holding the Lands of Deceit, it was once a place of Shifters and People of Magicks, until the Children of the Broken Yonder came forth and divided the Lands forever.

Elaria, the Iron Earth Built up by Humanity and claimed for its rich deposit of minerals, Elaria is the country held down by the People of the Broken Yonder. Securing their hold on the Lands with the use of homebrewed Magicks and the crafting of Golems, the People of the Yonder take of the Realm and keep the Dragon Domain from stretching past the Nether Forest.

Gurn, the Last Outpost Holding both a large and somewhat abandoned Guarded Tower, and the Town of Gurn, the Last Outpost is the nickname for the furthest that Humanity dares to venture, drawing close to the shared border of Zeshia and Elaria.

Zeshia, the Dragon Domain Holding the Vagabonds of the Ash Land, and giving birth to the Dragons of Arthren, Zeshia is a land of violence and chaos. Without much Law and not bending to Order, to harbors violent races of the Peoples of Magicks, making the Realm treacherous and distrusting to all who step within the borders.

Phodora, The Nether Forest Haunted by the Ovi and the Ghost Dogs of Arth, the Nether Forests hold birch trees that rise high into the sky, giving little light to the depths of the Forests, and allowing for rolling fog to dominate the entirety of the forest floors.

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Magicks:

The Curse of the Magicians Born of Humanity, Magicians are cursed with uncontrollable Magicks being housed without restraint in their bodies. Given to their counterparts as more monster than man, most Magicians are left to rot and twist into witches. Given their abilities, they sit with mind Magicks, giving into their own delusions and illusions of the reality around them, and causing hallucinations and dreams that capture and lose the recipient without mercy.

The Runes of the Necromancers Pulling strength from both the remnants of the deceased and the life of the living, the Runes give birth to Magicks of unconventional means, producing a more sinister form of creation, that require both knowledge of the body, and hope in impossibility.

The Blessings of the Reapers Creations of the Dragon of Death and blessed by their Author, Reapers hold the abilities to shift from the Planes of Life and Death. Guarding the souls of the Beings of the Realms and guiding the dead back to their Creator, they hold the abilities of Salvation and Eradication. Able to save souls and bring about destruction of demons and ghosts, they given themselves to Death in order to keep the Balance of Life.

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Societies:

The Children of the Broken Yonder Humanity who came from the Lands that once were connected to Elaria, the People of the Broken Yonder are those who survived the earthquakes that led to the splitting of the Lands, dividing Elaria from the Cinder Realms. Fighting for their place among Elaria, and driving the heathens of the Ash Land back into the Nether Forest, the People settled in Elaria, settling to form a new home for themselves.

The Vagabonds of the Ash Land Beings of Magicks and Humanity without much care to Order and Law, the Vagabonds are traveling merchant clans, holding one another to violence and conquest, living for the glory of Death and the prize of superiority. Driven away from Elaria by the People of the Broken Yonder, and fearful of the ghosts of the Nether Forest, the Vagabonds lay siege to Zeshia, fighting both Beast and Being and letting the Lands soak in sweat and blood.

The Guide of the Nether Forest One of the only Beings without fear of the ghosts that plague the Trees, the Guide is an entity that is more Beast than Man. Showing themself to be from something unnatural, the Guide gives safe passage through the Nether Forest, allowing any willing to pay the opportunity to cross between Zeshia and Elaria.

The Ancestors of Elaria Those who remained from the attack of the Vagabonds and the integration of the Broken Yonder, the Ancestors of Elaria are Shifters who hide themselves from the Beings of Humanity and Magicks. Distrusting of the rampant Creations of the Three, the Shifters stick to the outskirts of the country, remaining in hiding or living in secret, fearful of the instability that Humanity brings.

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Characters:

Reyna Bernard, The Hero of Elaria Reaper who answered the call of the People, she saves the Realm from the supposed “villain,” bringing him to justice but quickly realizing that schemes are occurring as the people she saved turn against her.

Elias Rhodes, The Necromancer of Arthren Hermit that resided on the edge of the Nether Forest, past the Last Outpost of Gurn, Elias was once the feared villain of Elaria. Neither belonging to the Broken Yonder or the Vagabonds, he stood in line with the Guide of the Forests, bringing about more malice and myth to those who crossed between the borders. Blamed for most of the evil and tragedy that befell Elaria, he was deemed a villain, and sent after by the Council.

Jaclyn O’Brien, The Spy of the Broken Yonder Magician who was under the influence of both the Council, and the beliefs of the Broken Yonder, Jaclyn kept close tabs on any and all evidence that would end up damning the Hero without true cause. Crowned the true Hero, and winning the favor of Elaria, Jaclyn is driven by the malice in her heart, ultimately damning herself.

Solomon, the Worldfarer Traveling the Worlds as a loner, Solomon comes across a Family of Shifters who hold the desire to take down a cult that drags the Cinder Realms into the depths of despair and stays to help the Family fight the threat, though ends up giving his life so that the hope does not die out.

Arthren Cinder Head of the Shifter Family and rightful owner to the Cinder Realms, Arthren holds himself responsible for the deceit and progression of the cult, the Children of the Broken Yonder. Founded from travelers of another World, and given hospitality from the Cinder Family, they broke the Family apart, sending Arthren and his wives into hiding after holding a successful overthrow. Holding four wives - Lydia, Heather, Lanna and Camieal - and once proud of the five branches of families, Arthren is one of the older Families, roaming the Worlds until settling in Zeshia with his Family.

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Status:

Currently being pulled from the backburner in order to be worked on as one of the main works for NaNoWriMo. Finishing up the worldbuilding and outlining, and getting ready to do rounds of scene drafting for the work.

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Snippet:

He blinks, stares for another beat before glancing back at the prisoner.

They had whipped her back until it held nothing but gashes. Bile rises in his throat as disgust twists his stomach. Torn clothes show more abuse and he has to wonder what Chaos took hold while he wasted under the City. He paces the prison cell, trying to roll through the possibilities of what could have occurred to result in the Hero being abandoned by the people she saved. Nothing comes to mind, and he glances back at her as he stops. She hasn't moved a single time since coming in and the small thought comes that maybe they threw a body into prison instead of a person. Morbid curiosity rises with the thought. If they were dead, there was a high chance he was mistaken, even if he could spot the Hero out of context. He shifts to where their cells meet, watches the body as he debates with himself. He bites the bullet, shifts himself so he can reach out a hand to touch them. They were barely close enough and he grunts as he tries to move himself to gather more distance in his arm. He almost gets a tap in before she shifts. A hand grabs his, yanking him forward and blending his face into the cell bars as dead eyes take him in. "Don't fucking touch me."

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