#maxima (mentioned)

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1012: Another Fun, Relaxing Beach Time (King of Fighters)

1:34 p.m. Beach Resort......

Antonov: (Places his Fists on his Hips With a Hardy Smile on his Face) Alright, Private Misha! (Points at the Other Side of the Volleyball Net in Front of Him) Examine our opponents' stats with perception!

Misha: (Immediately Salutes to his Teammate) YES SIR, MR. ANTONOV, SIR!! (Pulls his Binoculars From Out of his Swimming Trunks' Pocket and Takes a Look at his Opponent From a Distance) Hmmmm......Ramon Cortex Rodriguez. (Watches Ramon Flexes his Muscles) A tough Lucha Libre Wrestler with quick acrobatics to boot. (Now Sees Ramon Flirts With Two Ladies Walking By) As well as being popular woth the ladies? I think?

Antonov: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....A Casanova eh? Perhaps we should devise a plan to distract him of some kind.

Misha: (Nodded To his Idol in Agreement) Yeah. We should. (Puts Back on his Binoculars and Looks Back at his Opponent) And then we have the King of Dinosaurs.

K.O.D.: (Roars Loudly in the Distance) RARRRWWRRR!!!

Misha: .....Who is just as roar-y as he always was at every ring. (Turns Back to his Teammate) No doubt he'll be the toughest to beat.

Antonov: True......(Turns Back to Mishamiles Confidently) But it isn't to say we shouldn't get tougher too, am I right?

Misha: Yeah. (Puts his Binoculars Down While Looking Away a Bit Sadly) But.....u-um....

Antonov: (Starts Frowning in Worry) What's wrong, Lil' Misha? (Kneels Down to his Fan's Level) Are you feeling nervous already?

Misha: Not entirely. It's just that....Well....Are you sure that having me on your team is a good idea? You guys are so big and strong while I'm just so....(Looks Down at the Sandy Ground) small, weak and ordinary.

Antonov: Hey now. That's not true. Well, you being small is, but everything else besides that is false! You may not be strong in a physical standpoint, but I believe that you have the biggest passion and heart out of the rest of us here.

Misha: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) You do?

Antonov: (Happily Nodded) You got that right. Not to mention that you're also the smartest too. Remember that time you were able to complete seven crossword puzzle pages within an hour or so? Now, that's something to be proud of right there.

Misha: (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Oh come on now. It wasn't really anything to wrote home about. I'm sure you guys would've been able to complete it if you-

?????: Ahora!

Antonov and Misha turn their heads to their opponents staring at them at/ he other side of the neat.

Ramon: (Smirks at his Opponents) Are you two pollos gonna stand here and talk all day or we're gonna get this volleyball match started?

King of Dinosaurs: RAWWR!

Antonov: Guess we kept them waiting long enough. (Turns to Misha With a Confident Smirk on his Face) Ready to give our foes a show?

Misha: (Smirks Back at Antonov) I was born ready.

As Antonov gets up from the ground, him and Misha rushes over to net screams out "VOLLEYBALLLLLLLLL" as they begin the first round of the match.

Angel: (Sighs Relaxingly While Watching the Volleyball Match in the Distance and Cuddling with Krohnen on a Two People Sized Bench) I remember the day when me and mami played volleyball for the first time~ Good times~

Krohnen: You know, you're always welcome to chime in and play a round or two.

Angel: Nah. I'm too relaxed and cozy to play right now. Besides....(Snuggles onto her Boyfriend) If there's anyone I want to team up with, is would be you, cookie.

Krohnen: (Smirks a Bit) Well, I hate to be that guy, but you're gonna have to find yourself a new partner. Don't know how to play the sport.

Angel: (Turns to Krohnen While Sliding her Shades Down) Seriously?

Krohnen: Seriously. (Grabs his Chin) In fact, I don't think I've ever played a sport before. Unless you count doing 24 hours of "exercise" tests in a lab all day as sports related.

Angel: (Gives Krohnen a Worried, Frown on her Face) No. I don't. (Went Back to Hugging Krohnen) I am so glad we are out of that hell hole, carino....

Krohnen: ('Sigh') Ain't that the truth. It might've been a long time coming, but we finally got the freedom we need to survive out here. No more running, no more N.E.S.T.s agents following our every move-

Angel: You still have K' and Kula to worry about.

Krohnen: (Slowly Turns his Head to Angel With a Deadpinned Look).......I was hoping I would never hear those names again today, but thanks.

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) De nada!~ Ooh! And you also have to worry about tin man, whip girl, Diana, and Foxy girl you tried to-

Krohnen: Okay, okay! I get it! (Starts Rolling his Eyes) I swear, it's like you wanted me to get killed or something.....

Angel: (Gasps Loudly Before Giving her Boyfriend a Pouty Look on her Face) Bueno, yo nunca! You know I would never let anyone hurt you! Especially from some palillo de dientes who doesn't know how to stop herself from ramming into a wall!

Krohnen: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, yeah. I know. I wouldn't let anything happen to you too, babe.

Angel: ('Hmph') (Went Back to Hugging Krohnen With a Satisfied Smile) You better or we're gonna have some problems, mister!~

Krohnen: ('Heh) Please. (Gently Places his Finger Under Angel's Chin) The only problem we're going to have is you not being anymore cuter than you should~

Angel: (Stares at Krohnen For a Few Seconds Before Snickering) What!?~

Krohnen: (Starts Looking Away While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Sorry.....I've been thinking of a pickup line to give you once we got here and this is one I came up with....Terrible, isn't it?

Angel: (Starts Shaking her Hand) Mmmm....I'd give it an average score at best. (Gently Move Krohnen's Head Back to her Direction While Smiling at Him) But I appericate the effort, cookie~ (Starts Kissing her Boyfriend on the Lips) Very....('Mmwah') much so~ ('Mmm~')

Krohnen: Thanks~ (Continues Kissing the Love of his Life)

Ramon: (Groans While Rolling his Eyes at the Couple in the Distance) Look at them, already smacking lips everywhere we go..... Couldn't they get a room already? We are AT the beach!

K.O.D.: Rawr.

Ramon: Wha- (Turns to His Volleyball Partner Next to Him) No, no, my friend. I don't mean in a literal sense. I-ARGH!(Suddenly Gets Hit in the Head to the Floor by a Volleyball)

'THAWCK'

Ramon: (Gets Back Up and Glares at the Other Side of the Net) Oye! Who said we're resuming the game now? (Starts Rubbing his Head)

Misha: Sorry, Mr. Ramon!

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#king of fighters #antonov #misha (the kid antonov saved in kof 14) #ramon (kof) #king of dinosaurs #krohnen #angel #beach time #cute romance #lots of fluff #krohnen x angel #humor #k' dash (mentioned) #kula (mentioned) #maxima (mentioned) #whip (mentioned) #diana & foxy (mentioned) #edited

[mercysought]

the "familial" relationships between magisters and slaves on ab.so.lution and how I feel that applies to maxima

I just need to screams into my palms ok, ok

Maxima was actually the firstborn (born from an enslaved elf) just before magister aurum married his wife. She was the sole child for three years and the magister seemed to actually show a lot of "affection" towards her (not unlike what Rezaren shows for Neb and Miriam)

His wife found the connection distasteful and when Marcus was born she made sure to make it clear that she'd have them both killed unless they were removed. And only then was it at all possible for Maxima's mother to buy her own freedom (and, from her point of view, as a slight also buy maxima's to remove the dear daughter from him as a last fuck you)

If it had not been for this Maxima's life in tevinter would have likely been objectively terrible, as bad as Miriam's. Maxima passes for a human (because I follow the canon that any human elven mix (or elf-blooded) will pass for a normal human and I abide by that strictly. Maxima's arc hinges on this. It is unlikely anyone will realise her elven roots just by looking at her) and what this would likely translate to, as someone with magic, is indentured servitude to the magister's children as a protector. Or killed off because of the potential threat.

It hurts because there are so many parallels between them and yet they would never see eye to eye. Maxima because she has fully realised that she will never belong anywhere, not as a human not as an elf so she will take any and all things she can and thus takes the magister's seat once her father calls to her when the templar-mage rebellion is in full swing and she feels in danger, returning is not a decision she makes easily but as a circle mage what other options did she have). And Miriam because even if she knew she would likely hate that Maxima seems to be upholding the same chains that put people like them in servitude.

She is not wrong, but Hira's backstory (and Dorian's father death in trespasser) touch on a very big reason why maxima's moves towards policy changes that are more subdued and tactical (as opposed to joining the lucerni for instances which is a very public stance): A part of her own family wants to see her dead because they see her as an unworthy successor, she has been away from tevinter for a great part of her life and she wants to live and make an impact for as long as she can.

Maxima is sure that is something that many elves or elf-blooded would not forgive her for - at the same time, Maxima's belief is that no elf could ever accept her anyway, even before she took the position.

#maxima aurum ( headcanon ) #dragon age absolution spoilers #( I DON'T KNOW IF ANY OF THIS MAKES SENSE EXCEPT TO ME BUT ) #( SCREAMS INTO MY PALMS ) #( those quotations are doing some heavy lifting ) #slavery mention tw #( anyway this to say that maxima /does/ full on release the slaves that her family has when she settles and moves to /hire/ people ) #( everyone that is working for her is in fact /working (being paid)/ for/by her )

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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

The Story of Us - In which you are Timothée Chalamet's high school sweetheart. After a messy break up ten years ago, Timothée is Hollywood's it boy, while you are a rising star. The two of you will star in a new movie, what could possibly go wrong?

Letters - One day Timothée receives a package from someone unknown: a basket of eighteen letters. Letters from a girl named y/n. A mysterious fan who poured her heart out in her letters and is trying to fix herself. As Timothée begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself falling for this girl.

Until one day he stopped reading.

Because she stopped writing.

Can't Help Falling In Love - In which two strangers accidentally get married.

Forever Yours

Heart to Heart

My Girl

The Girl With Hair Longer Than Rapunzel

24 Hours

Paradise

Bride for Rent

The Unknown Number

Bad idea, right?

Catching Feelings

Over and Over Again

Angel Eyes

Risk It All

TIMOTHÉE'S CHARACTERS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

Foolish Ones - Theodore Laurence

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Wonka

Choices - Paul Atreides

Against All Odds - Hal [The King, 2019]

STAND ALONE `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

• Rising Star

• Daddy's Angels

• More Than Words 🔥

THE MARAUDERS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

James Potter

• Almost A Love Story

• Must Be Love

• To All The Boys I've Loved Before

• Once Upon A December

• Me Before You

Regulus Black

• Monster Among Men

• To The Moon and Back

• Protego Maxima

• Forever and Always

Remus Lupin

• Professor, Professor

• Head Over Heels

• Seven Minutes to Forever

• Timeless

Sirius Black

• Golden

• The Name of The Game

• If Only

• Safe and Sound

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

Luke Castellan

• Serendipity

• Sincerely, yours

• Lovelorn

• Late night cravings

#timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #regulus black x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #ellie's masterlist #ellie's works 💘 #el's writing ✨

[suugarbabe]

Forget me not

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, broken bones

Summary: based off this ask; this will be a short series fic

Your lungs were on fire, but you kept running. Pointing your wand behind you, throwing every defensive spell you could think of toward the figure behind you. You turned down a different corridor, noticing the stone arches above you. You pointed your want toward the ceiling, still sprinting, “Bombarda Maxima!” The stone behind you came crumbling down on top of your attacker. You slowed down to a light jog, seeing an opening in a wall just big enough for you to rest and catch your breath quickly. You heard footsteps nearing and gripped your wand tightly, at this point in your life the birch wood and Phoenix feather core were an extra limb for you. The steps came closer and you did your best to press yourself into the crack in the wall. As soon as you saw a foot in your peripheral vision you muttered a quiet impedimenta, the person immediately tripping and a flash of red hair coming into your vision. 

“Ginny! Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry a death eaters been chasing me for Godric knows how long and I just-” Ginny embraced you in a hug so tight you thought she was going to crack one of your ribs. “Bloody hell, Y/n, I’m so glad to see you,” Ginny pulled away, quickly scanning over you head to toe as you did the same to her. She had some minor cuts on her face, her shirt and jeans covered in small tears and stone dust. You were sure you looked similar. “Have you seen the twins recently? Have you seen Freddie?” You tried to keep your voice from breaking as you asked. Ginny shook her head, “Not since they went with dad toward the towers.” You nodded, pushing any fear or doubt deep down inside along with any tears you feared were to spill. You heard cackling down the next corridor. Ginny grabbed your hand tightly, “We have to go.” 

You and Ginny ran, dodging falling pieces of the castle and throwing spells toward any dark smokey figure you saw in the distance. You forced down the bile that would rise in your throat any time you had to step over a dead classmate, feeling guilty every time you were relieved it wasn’t Fred. You had been blindly following Ginny, not paying attention to where she was running when you came to the steps at the bottom of the astronomy tower. You followed her halfway up the stairs before glancing out one of the stone openings. You saw a giant swinging his curved weapon, flattening a row of stone soldiers in one fell swoop. You watched briefly as an acromantula  picked up three students at once with their pincers, cutting them in half. You couldn’t hold it back this time as you stuck your head through the opening, emptying what little contents were in your stomach. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ginny walked back down the steps to check on you. You opened your mouth to speak when it suddenly felt like your head was going to explode. Your eyes met Ginny’s as you started to hear the gravely, burning voice of the one man everyone was fighting to defeat. You have fought valiantly…but in vain, I do not wish this, you looked back over the scene below, noticing everyone looking up at the sky,  every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat, your eyes widened and met Ginny’s again, both beginning to descend the steps quickly. Voldemort's venomous tone continued, in their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. You both headed back the way you came, keeping an eye out for loved ones, alive or fallen. Harry Potter I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you, rather than face me yourself there is no greater dishonor. Your mind immediately jumped to Fred, tears brimming at the thought,  join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man woman and child who tries to conceal you from me. 

The Dark Lord’s voice was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. “The Great Hall,” Ginny stated breathlessly as you continued to run behind her. “What about it?” You questioned. “That’s where they’ll bring them,” she stopped running, turning to face you as you came to a halt, “the dead. They’re going to bring them to the Great Hal-”. You were sprinting past her before she could finish, you’re mind on one thing: not seeing Fred’s lifeless body on a stretcher. You ran past damaged walls, fallen painting and Filch sweeping pieces of stone with a push broom. You entered the Great Hall, slowing to a walk to better scan the faces around you. Your breath caught in your throat when they landed on Remus and Tonks. Tears ran down your face when you noticed their arms still outstretched toward each other. 

“Y/N!” Ginny had finally caught up to you, “have you seen any of them? My family?” You shook your head, looking back toward your fallen friends in front of you. Ginny choked back sobs before both of your names began being called out. “Ginny! Y/n!” You both turned, seeing the Weasley parents running toward you. “Mum! Dad, oh thank Merlin,” Ginny spoke and the Weasleys enveloped you both in their arms. George was right behind them and you captured him in a hug quickly, nearly knocking him over, “I’m glad to see you too, duck.” You pulled back slightly, “And Freddie?” George’s face fell slightly, looking over your shoulder at his parents. You turned to them, neither able to meet your eye. You looked back towards George, seeing Charlie and Bill carrying someone on a stretcher. “No,” your voice was barely a whisper, growing louder and louder as your brain started to realize the situation, “No it can’t be, no, Freddie NO!”  

You moved to run to the stretcher but George held on to you, long arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to his chest, “Let..go of me,” you fought against him, “George let me go, let me go to him…please…I-I need to see him.” George held onto you tighter, slowly sitting down on the ground as your body seemed to go limp in his arms. You turned towards him now, burying your face in the chest of his jumper as sobs escaped you. You felt like someone was squeezing your heart tighter and tighter with each breath, “I-I can’t b-breathe…G-Georgie I c-can’t b-breathe.” George turned you to face him, placing a hand on either side of your face, he forced you to look at him. At the face that looked just like your Freddie’s. Only it wasn’t Fred, you could tell. You were always able to tell. 

By the end of week one you could tell, or at least you could tell which one of them was Fred. Both twins had a singular dimple when they smiled, on their left side; but Fred’s was just a little deeper than George. By the end of year two there were several differences, at least to you. George’s voice was slightly deeper, Fred’s part was just slightly more subtly to the left, and he had a faint beauty mark under his left eye. They both began accumulating little nics and scars on their skin as their pranks grew more extravagant as well. Fred had the smallest of scars on the bridge of his nose after running face first into the stone wall a week before Christmas holiday one year. He and Peeves had just pranked Filch, Fred forgetting that being a poltergeist allowed Peeves to escape through walls, while he just slammed into one. By the end of your sixth year they both had several more scars that helped you distinguish Fred from his twin, including a half inch scar below Fred’s right eye. It was your favorite one because it was the first time he had let you heal him at the end of year two. You had so many opportunities to heal the twins over the years Fred would joke that you should choose that as your profession. 

George tapped your cheek lightly, bringing your attention back to the present. “Y/n, did you hear me, love? Are you listening? Ginny, is there something wrong with her hearing I thought you said you checked each other?” You grabbed his face, you now holding each other, “I’m here Georgie, I can hear you, what did you say?” He swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching another tear before it fell fully, “He’s still alive, duckie. Freddie’s not dead, he’s alive. We just can’t get him to wake.” You never moved faster in your life than you did from your spot towards Fred’s body. Ginny got up, allowing you to kneel right next to him. You scanned his body, gasping as you reviewed his injuries. His left leg was clearly broken, Molly muttering mending and bandaging charms above it. He had numerous cuts and bruises along his chest and stomach, some deeper than others, edges burned black from the types of spells that created them. His right hand and several fingers broken as well, as if someone stepped on it, ceasing his ability to use his wand. His neck was beginning to bruise, you noticed his shallow breaths and checked his pulse as you ran your fingers along his jawline. His upper and low lips were split on opposite sides. What worried you the most was the gash on his forehead, just below his hairline. 

“Is he..?” You looked up to see Ron standing over you, doing his best to hold himself together. You stood up, “He’s alive, but he needs a lot of mending.” Ron did his best to smile at you, “Well then he’s in the perfect hands with you, I reckon he’s given you lots of practice.” You sniffled, nodding. You grabbed on to Ron quickly, not able to control the tears that were falling. He held onto you just as tightly. “I can’t lose him, Ron. I just can’t. I don’t think I can survive without him,” your tears soaking the shoulder of his shirt. “You’re not going to lose him, just stay with him. Do what you do best for him.” You pulled back, wiping your face with the palms of your hands as Hermione sprinted up to your group, “Harry went into the Forest, I-I couldn’t stop him. Luna said she saw Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters walking back toward the castle. They’re leading Hagrid with ropes like an animal. And he’s…” she trailed off, looking over at Ginny. “He’s what, Hermione,” you asked her, snapping her back to the present. “He was carrying someone.”

Ginny started running out of the hall. “Arthur!” Molly pointed towards Ginny; Athur and the older boys followed after her. Hermione and Ron followed quickly after that. You stayed with Fred, Molly staying as well not able to leave her injured son. You took your wand from your pocket, hands hovering over Fred’s stomach, “Vulnera Sanentur.” His cuts started to slowly close. You waved your want over his right hand, “Episkey.” The bones in his hands and fingers snapped back to their rightful place and a mild groan left Fred’s throat, yet he remained unconscious. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering to him, “I’m sorry, Freddie. I know you’re hurting. You are so strong, love. So very strong. I love you so much.” You sat up straight at the sound of cheering just outside the castle. You and Molly made eye contact, silently wondering to each other which side was celebrating. You continued waving your wand over Fred slowly, repeating incantations as you started to feel the energy of both powerful and dark magic around you. 

Several death eaters burst into the great hall, the remaining witches and wizards now defending the injured and helpless around them. “You stay with Fred,” Molly kissed the top of your head and she ran to join the others. You continued working over your boyfriend, glancing up periodically to cast a protection bubble around the two of you every few minutes. You glanced up again, noticing Molly going toe to toe with Bellatrix. The dark witch glanced in your and Fred’s direction, tongue running along her dirty, blackened teeth. Molly then threw a curse at her, Bella deflecting it. But Molly didn’t stop, she went again and again, hitting Bellatrix with a stunning spell, then a tightening spell that caused her corset to squeeze her nearly in half. Molly finished her off with one last curse, hitting Bellatrix directly in the chest causing her to disintegrate into bits. A blood curdling scream erupted from outside the castle, followed by an eruption of cheers. 

You looked down, running your finger tips over your favorite scar across his cheek, “You hear that Freddie, I think he did it. He beat him. We won, Freddie.” Molly joined you again, followed by Arthur and Charlie. “There’s one more thing to try and wake him, but it’s going to take the four of us to make it powerful enough. Do you think you can do it, darling, do you still have the energy?” Molly was looking at you. You nodded, “Anything.” She hovered her wand over her son, you, Arthur and Charlie doing the same. “The reviving spell, on three.” Arthur counted down, “One…two…three.” You waved your wand as the four of you said it simultaneously Rennervate. You could feel the magic burst from your wand, like it was coming straight from your veins and into Fred. You all sat back, waiting to see any signs of further life. You felt a hand on your waist, trying to grasp on to the bottom of your shirt. You looked down, seeing the hand you had healed just an hour before. “Oh thank Godric,” you held his hand in yours and he squeezed back tightly. 

His eyes suddenly opened, a deep gasp escaping his throat as he went to sit up quickly. Arthur and Charlie pushed him back down, holding either shoulder, “It’s alright son, you’re alright. Just breathe. You’re still going to be in quite a bit of pain but Y/n and your mother have healed you well.” You smiled as the tears fell, you were so happy you thought you could burst. The men let Fred sit up on his elbows to glance at the scene around him. He looked at each face of his family members before stopping at yours. You grabbed his hand once more, “How do you feel, Freddie? What still hurts?” He sighed, “I mean everything kind of, but it’s a dull pain. But…I do have a question.” George kneeled down next to his twin, “Anythin’, mate, what is it? You want something to eat? Some fire whiskey to take the edge off?” Fred shook his head, you imagined a million different things he could have asked you all, but nothing could have prepared you for the gut wrenching feeling you got when he made eye-contact with you again before asking,

“W-who are you guys?”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #weasley twins #battle at hogwarts #harry potter #golden era #hermione granger

[in1-nutshell]

I am so sorry if I’m bombarding you with asks, but I just had an idea with Op’s daughter being the opposite and Meg’s daughter being the opposite

And my stupid brain just went “.. Hey! What if their both in the same universe, cuz why not lol-“ like that one BW post with Dinobot’s and Wasp’s sparklings! :3

Bonus: Maybe their both in a secret relationship as the years go by, and probably kept in touch (and secretly meet each other) when the war started. But lost contact/not keeping in touch when OP launched the all spark.

And extra bonus!: them revealing their secret relationship with the autobots when Meg’s daughter joined with the autobots :3

Okay, so I didn't add in the romance part of this because I believe that both Buddy's view each other more as siblings than anything else. If you are unhappy at this request, feel free to request something else when the inbox is open again.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter and Optimus's daughter with the opposite personality, What if they lived in the same universe?

SFW, Platonic, Familial, mentions of injuries but nothing graphic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Op Buddy name Maxima.

Megs Buddy name Ophelia.

Optimus has already found Maxima, and they have been living together for a while now.

Megatron comes to their home with the sparkling in his servos on night.

Maxima opens the door.

“Hi Megatronus! What brings you—”--Maxima

Maxima spots the tiny sparkling.

“Is that a…”--Maxima

Megatronus nods.

“She is—”--Megatronus

“Orion! I think Megatronus stolen someone’s sparkling!”--Maxima

“He what?!”--Orion

“I didn’t steal her!”--Megatronus

Maxima became transfixed with the tiny sparkling and took her in while the adults are talking.

Ophelia takes a liking to Maxima.

When Ophelia comes, Maxima helps around with the babysitting so Orion can do his work.

Many bots think that Pax adopted another sparkling.

Ratchet walking into the Halls.

“Orion? Orion—”--Ratchet

Ratchet stops when he sees Maxima cuddling a small sparkling to her chassis while reading a data pad.

“Hello Ratchet, is there something you needed to tell me about?”--Orion

“That’s not important right now. Did you adopt another sparkling? You already have Maxima, I didn’t figure for one to get more.”--Ratchet

“No, Ophelia isn’t mine.”--Orion

Ratchet looks at Ophelia who is tilting her helm in confusion at Maxima, the same way Orion is tilting his.

“…Sure, she’s not yours.”--Ratchet

“She’s not. She’s Megatronus’s sparkling.”--Orion

“Ha! Like that brute of a gladiator—”--Ratchet

“Orion?”--Megatronus

Ophelia perks up and waves her servos at Megatronus in joy.

“You were saying?”--Orion

“… You win this round Pax.”--Ratchet

Ratchet loved his little nieces.

No matter how annoying they may get or get on his nerves, he loves them to bits.

Plus, they both liked helping him in the infirmary by disinfecting some of the tools at the end of the day.

Ophelia becomes Maxima’s shadow.

She wants to be like her one day.

Maxima goes where Ophelia goes when she can find a loophole in the babysitting rules.

The most common loophole was Maxima wanting to make sure Ophelia was safe in the quarters while Megatron and Soundwave were busy.

Soundwave rather enjoyed babysitting Ophelia and Maxima when they came around.

He often looked after the two whenever Megatronus was busy with some work, not that he minded too much.

As the pair got older, Maxima’s protective levels had gone through the roof seeing as she was getting bigger and Ophelia grew a bit, staying small.

Maxima watched her step while Ophelia was running around them.

Maxima looks at Orion.

“If I ever did this too you when I was smaller, I deeply apologize.”--Maxima

“It was nothing—”--Orion

“She’s so small! How can I make sure I don’t squish her?!”--Maxima

Later that day…

“Thank you again Orion. Where’s Ophelia?”--Megatronus

“She should be with Maxima. Maxima! Ophelia needs to go now.”--Orion

Maxima walks in with Ophelia strapped to her chassis with some magnets.

“Hi Megatronus! I found a way to not step on Ophelia!”--Maxima

Ophelia just smiles in encouragement.

The day of the Senate meeting was one neither daughter was going to forget.

Maxima and Ophelia were outside with Uncle Soundwave.

Soundwave needed to go see someone for a second before leaving the pair alone.

It wouldn’t be for long, a minute at most.

 The pair will never forget the enraged look on Megatron’s face when he comes storming out.

Maxima has a bad feeling about what happened there.

Maxima carefully puts Ophelia behind her.

“Megatronus? Megatronus what happened? Where’s Orion?”--Maxima

Megatron sneers at Maxima.

Both are shocked by this tone.

Megatron grabs Ophelia’s servo.

She squirms as his grip tightens.

“Megatronus’s your hurting m. Where’s Uncle Orion?”--Ophelia

“He is no longer your uncle.”--Megatron

He marches with Ophelia in his grip.

Maxima comes over and takes Ophelia’s servo.

“Megatronus you’re hurting her!”--Maxima

Megatron stops to look at her.

“Megatro—”--Maxima

SLAM!

Maxima’s frame goes flying over the barrier from the swift kick to the bot’s chassis.

“MAXIMA!”--Ophelia

“Megatron quickly grabs her under his arm and runs.

Maxima is falling off the building’s platform to the city below.

Something catches her pede right before hitting the floor.

She looks up to see a familiar faceplate.

“Soundwave?”--Maxima

Soundwave carefully places her down before flying off.

Maxima crawls to the wall of the alley and leans back on the wall.

There is a sizeable dent on her chassis with some sparks.

She tries to stand but falls.

“Maxima?! Maxima! Maxima can you hear me?!”--Ratchet

Maxima looks up.

“Ratchet? Ratchet over here!”--Maxima

Ratchet runs over to Maxima who starts crying seeing him.

“What happened?”--Ratchet

“Meg—Meg—Megatronus he—he…”--Maxima

Ratchet traces slightly the dent causing Maxima to wince.

“He did this?”--Ratchet

Maxima nods sadly.

“He took Ophelia Ratchet. He took Ophelia…”--Maxima

Maxima eventually gets reunited with Orion who looked scared to death seeing the dent on her chassis.

So close to her spark…

But she doesn’t care, right now she wants Ophelia.

“As soon as I get back to tip top shape, I’m going to get Ophelia.”--Maxima

“Maxima…”--Orion

“What?”--Maxima

“Maxima, we haven’t had any contact from either of them since the meeting.”--Ratchet

“Then… then we find them. Yeah, then we can take Ophelia…”--Maxima

Maxima tries to get up, but Orion pushes her down.

“No! Let me up! She’s my main priority! She needs me! I need her! She’s—She’s…”--Maxima

Maxima falls back to the berth.

Ratchet holding the wires.

“She needs to sleep…”--Ratchet

Orion nods and gently pats his daughter’s helm and slightly grieves for Ophelia, wherever she may be right now.

During the war, Maxima tried and get in contact with Ophelia multiple times.

No luck.

She even went as far as go on her own to rescue her, that’s how she ended up with half her pede blown off.

Time on earth…

Maxima still wants to try and break in to see Ophelia.

She worries a lot.

Was she even still online?

No, she was. There was still hope to hold onto.

One night Maxima makes another attempt to rescue Ophelia.

She managed to slip into a groundbrigde some of the Vechicons were using.

Maxima quietly sneaked around the Nemesis in search of Ophelia.

That’s when the screams started.

Maxima went to investigate.

The screams turned to pleas and now Maxima was running.

She passes several Vechicons on her way there, but they don’t do anything to her, if anything they were letting her pass.

Maxima was now in front of the door.

Maxima kicks down the door with her canons out.

Megatron was standing over a slightly older Ophelia.

Ophelia had multiple slashes and dents on her armor.

Megatron’s pede was square on her chassis.

Both of them are surprised to see her.

“Maxima?”--Megatron

“Maxima!”--Ophelia

Maxima readies her canons with fury in her optics.

“Megatron. I’m only going to tell you this one time and one time only. Let her go.”--Maxima

Ophelia whines a bit as he adds a bit more pressure on her chassis.

“And what makes you think I am going to listen to you.”--Megatron

“You’re hurting your own sparkling! Get off of her or I WILL use force!”--Maxima

Megatron scoffs.

“As if—”--Megatron

Maxima shoots him straight in the chassis and tackles him to the floor off of Ophelia.

Ophelia quickly moves out of the way as the two fight.

When it looked like Megatron was going to strike down, Maxima kicked him to the far corner of the room.

Maxima, despite bleeding from the multiple slashed and dents grabs Ophelia and runs out.

“Its great to see you again!”--Maxima

“To see me? I thought you were dead!”--Ophelia

“It takes more than a kick to get rid of me!”--Maxima

There are definitely more Vechicons around, but they pretend nothing happened or just move out of the way.

Knockout even told them the right direction to run.

The pair makes it to the main room.

Maxima places a bunch of obstacles in front of the main entrance as Ophelia manages to make a temporary groundbrigde working. One that would be quick and have no record in the database.

Soundwave stands by the main entrance.

Maxima aims her canons at him ready for another fight despite how much damage her frame was already in.

He just nods at Ophelia and leaves, closing the room’s door.

Maxima is confused by all of this but knows to ask questions later.

“Okay the bridge is ready!”--Ophelia

Maxima leans off the wall and walks to Ophelia.

“About time. Now lets—”--Maxima

“MAXIMA! OPHELIA!”--Megatron

Ophelia freezes in utter fear as the sounds of pede steps get closer.

Maxima grabs Ophelia and starts heading to the bridge as Megatron comes into the room.

He yells as he fires his fusion canon into the closing portal.

On the other side, the two fall down on the desert ground.

Ophelia looks at the night sky in amazement.

“We did it? We did it! Maxima we did it!”--Ophelia

“Yeah… we…”--Maxima

A heavy groan escapes Maxima’s mouth as she struggles to stand up.

Maxima quickly comes over to see what was wrong.

To her horror she saw Maxima’s shoulder bleeding profusely.

Megatron shot her.

“Maxima! Don’t worry I’ll think of something!”--Ophelia

Maxima groans in pain trying to keep her and Ophelia calm.

“Well, this sucks.”--Maxima

“Stop it! Save your energy. You’re going to make it. You didn’t come all this way to save me just to offline just like that!”--Ophelia

Maxima gives her a weak smile.

She reaches for her waist and pushes a button.

“SOS button. They’ll be here soon…”--Maxima

Ophelia does her best to try and slow the energon leaking from Maxima’s shoulder.

“…You got bigger?”--Maxima

Ophelia laughs weakly.

“Yeah… Yeah I got bigger.”--Ophelia

“No… stay small.”--Maxima

“I’m a minibot Maxima. I’m not getting any bigger.”--Ophelia

“Yeah…”--Maxima

“Maxima?”--Ophelia

“…”--Maxima

“Maxima!”--Ophelia

“…”--Maxima

MAXIMA!”--Ophelia

The groundbrigde opens up.

Ophelia hugs Maxima’s helm thinking that it could be the Decepticon’s.

Out comes Optimus and Ratchet with wide optics.

“HELP HER! HELP HER!”--Ophelia

Optimus wastes no time in carefully picking up Maxima’s frame while Ophelia ran with Ratchet into the groundbrigde.

Optimus puts Maxima down on the med slab as Ratchet gets everything ready to begin the patch work.

Ophelia was sobbing clutching Maxima’s limp servo.

Optimus tried to get Ophelia away from Maxima so Ratchet could work but she flinches thinking he was going to attack.

Optimus bends down to Ophelia’s level.

Ophelia is clinging onto Maxima’s servo shaking like a leaf.

He notices the similar slashes and dents on her frame as well.

“Little one, I am going to pick up now. Is that okay?”--Optimus

Ophelia hesitates but nods slowly letting go of Maxima’s servo.

Optimus carries her to the med slab beside Maxima.

“Did Megatron do this. To the both of you?”--Optimus

Ophelia nods feeling more tears come out.

Optimus slowly goes to hug Ophelia, but she just jumps straight into his arms seeing as he was trying to hug her.

Once Ratchet tells them that Maxima is stable and just needs rest the others come in as Ophelia lets out some tears of relief.

Ratchet looks over her wounds and notices similar dents and slashes to Maxima’s.

He looks at Optimus for confirmation, he nods back.

Ratchet’s spark sinks as he patches up Ophelia and notices the older wounds that had to be addressed.

Optimus made sure to let the team know what had happened and about Ophelia’s situation, with her knowledge of course.

The team makes some attempts to introduce themselves and get to know Ophelia, something that Ophelia is grateful for.

The next morning Maxima wakes up to Ophelia clutching her servo and with a new autoboot badge on her shoulder.

Maxima smiles tiredly at Ophelia squeezing her servo slightly.

“I told you it takes more than that to take me down.”--Maxima

Ophelia lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what I get for doubting you again, huh?”--Ophelia

Maxima smiles but winces a bit.

Optimus comes into view.

“Hey…”--Maxima

Optimus pats Maxima’s helm gently.

“Despite going against orders and commands, you did bring back a piece of our family. Well, done Maxima.”--Optimus

Maxima’s optics slowly close.

Ophelia gets worried.

“Maxima?”--Ophelia

Ratchet walking over with the wires.

“She’s fine, just needs some rest.”—Ratchet

Ophelia smiles and gently holds Maxima’s servo as she too gently goes to sleep.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime

[lovelyverosika]

Hellfire

Implied Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!Sinner!reader

Warning: mention of blood,lust and death

A/N: Here’s a short one-shot based on the song "Hellfire" from the hunchback of Notre Dame. I thought this will be very suitable for this sinner!reader scenario.

3rd POV:

Last Extermination a simple sinner caught the eyes of the first man Adam. She was really quick and escaped his gasp by pure luck. For one moment he was distracted by her "sinful" body, the perfect chance for her to escape. Of course Adam wouldn’t just let her go, he wanted every dirty sinner dead. She not only managed to trick him but also to hurt him with her claws, the scratch marks on his back were still bleeding as he got back from the extermination. Anger was not the only thing he felt towards that demon, he also felt a certain kind of lust for her, which disgusts him. She was a dirty sinner who belongs under his feet begging for mercy before he kills her regardless of her pathetic cries. So why does he feels this heat growing within his body? Why could he still feel her touch on his body, the way her claws dig deep into his back while her shaky breath reached his skin? The beautiful tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought for her life. With a frustrated groan he took off his robe and let Lute clean up his wounds. After he dismissed her and locked himself in his office, he fell into some kind of trance, locked inside his mind as he sang:

"Beata, oh Sera,

You know I am the first man of my power I am justly proud.

Beata, oh Sera,

You know I’m so much purer than the disgusting, vulgar, weak licentious sin.

{Quia peccavi nimis}

Then tell me, oh Sera.

Why I see her standing there?

Why her pathetic eyes still scorch my soul?

{Cogitatione}

I feel her,", he hugged himself, feeling the marks she left on him. "I see her.", a fiery illusion of her appears in front of him.

"The light caught in her h/c hair, is blazing me out of all control.

{Verbo et opere}

Like fire…

Hell fire…

This fire in my skin.

This burning desire is turning me to sin.", the room got darker only the illusion of the sinner crawling closer to him as he turns around bringing a fiery light into his office.

"It’s not my fault {Mea culpa}

I’m not to blame {Mea culpa}

It’s the sinner girl…the demon who set this flame! {Mea maxima culpa}

It’s not my fault if in destinies plan, it made the devil so much stronger than the man.", he tries to wrap his arms around the illusion as she banished into thin air.

"Protect me, oh Sera.

Don’t let this siren cast her spell. Don’t let her fire seal my flesh and bone.

Destroy this dirty sinner!

And let her taste the fire of death or else let her be mine and mine alone.", he looked into the mirror in his office.

"Hellfire, dark fire…now sinner it will be your turn. Chose me or your pyre. Be mine or you will burn!

Oh, have mercy on her.

Oh, have mercy on me.

But she will be mine or she will burn!", he finishes as he fell to his knees.

"Next year I’m coming back for you…just be prepared. I’ll have you even if I have to break the principles and drag you up heaven myself. And if you refuse I’ll have your head as a trophy.", he said with a grin.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He stood up and opened the door. There was Lute standing in front of him, she heard it all. "What is it?", he groaned. "Nothing, sir, just checking up on you like the Seraphim asked me to."

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#adam x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader

[awyeahitssam]

Based on the idea that Malfoy could not get the vanishing cabinet to work effectively, and decided to mention, instead, that Hogwarts was taking the Great Hall wards down for a six-fucking-week course on Apparation. This is what wouldn't happen. But it's where my mind went, first. Warning: Graphic Violence

A loud crack signified the first successful Apparition. 

Harry’s eyes, closed in preparation for his own attempt, snapped open and his head turned. It wasn't a student standing at the other end of the Great Hall, though. Harry jolted for his wand as other students began to turn to the cloaked figure, but before he could take aim there were four more sharp cracks. 

Dark-robed, masked Death Eater’s were apparating directly into the Great Hall, the only place the castle wards were down for Hogwarts students to learn how to do the same. 

Bellatrix LeStrange was the first to appear sans mask, having no need for discretion. She took in the scene with a cackle, batting away Harry’s immediate curse effortlessly as she cooed, “Aww, look at the wittle student's trying to learn!” 

In his periphery Harry saw Neville lift his own wand, and they cast simultaneously. This time, Bellatrix twisted out of the way. “Do the wittle babies wanna play?”

“Sectumsempra,” Harry hissed with malice, fully aware of the spell's effects, now. Bellatrix’s eyes widened a bit even as she turned out of the way, quick as a dancer. The Death Eater behind her fell to their knees as their body was pulled apart by deep, horrible gashes. 

More cracks sounded; Harry began to send out indiscriminate stunners, hoping to catch the intruders before they realised they were being cast at. They all came prepared for battle to have begun, shield charms springing around them immediately. 

“Bombarda!” Ron called grimly. 

“Expulso!” shouted Neville. 

“Protego Maxima,” murmured Hermione. “Accio Susan Bones. Protego. Stupefy—students to the teacher's entrance!”

The frozen bodies of some of their yearmates seemed to jolt, realisation settling. Many students turned tail and ran. 

Susan Bones, having narrowly been pulled out of the way of a powerful cutting curse that had gouged into stone walls by Hermione, was casting stunners, petrification hexes, and disarming charms. Harry was not nearly so restrained, once he realised the stunners were ineffective. Sectumsempra broke through shields like a battering drill and Death Eaters were falling, ripped apart by his fury. Curses flew from Harry's wand as fast as he could think of them: conjunctivitis, blasting, jelly-fingers, reductors, even slug-vomiting. He conjured six venomous snakes that shot off without instruction, knowing his will. Yet again and again, Harry came back to the Half-Blood Prince’s spell, the most devastatingly effective of them all. People were dying from its effectiveness, but Harry didn’t care, because they had dared step foot in Hogwarts—  

A horrible pressure was building in Harry’s head as half the hall emptied. A wand prodded Harry’s spine, and he stilled, shaking with rage and adrenaline. “Call—call off the snakes, Potter,” a somewhat familiar voice demanded shakily.

“I’d rather they bite your father, Nott,” said Harry coldly. “Drop your wand before I have to make you regret it.” 

The wand trembled, for a moment, against his spine. “C-Cruci—”

Harry drove his elbow back, hard, and slammed down one foot on Nott's. The taller boy stumbled back in pain, and it was no great difficulty to stun him. He hit the floor, hard, and Malfoy’s grey eyes were large and frightened as he stared at Harry, still as prey. 

At once, Harry realised what he had done “You,” he said, scar pulsing horribly. “You did this. You brought war to a school filled with literal children, you stupid, useless brat. You're scared of what Voldemort will do to you? Just wait, Malfoy. His punishment would be bliss compared to what you deserve for this.”

“Such a temper, Harry Potter,” came Lord Voldemort’s cold voice. He had made no sound as he apparated, not like his followers, but Harry’s viciously prickling scar had made his imminent arrival clear. “You have done well, Draco. You will be… rewarded.”

Malfoy’s eyes darted in fright from Harry to the Dark Lord, and Voldemort was barely in time to hiss “Stop,” to the snake that had snuck up on the boy. 

“You don't obey him,” Harry hissed, “you’re mine. Do what you’re made for, dear one.”

Draco turned just in time to see the snake strike out at his neck. It vanished before its fangs could load the boy with venom, and Harry turned his hateful scowl to Voldemort, who’s gaze already rested upon him, intent, heavy and fascinated. 

“Deal with it, Hermione,” he snapped. 

“Harry—” came Hermione’s warning voice, but Harry couldn’t listen, had to dodge out of the way of Voldemort’s spell. The Dark Lord tilted his head, stare thoughtful, and then turned his yew wand… away. 

Harry watched him with a wariness not misplaced: Romilda Vane, nearly out of the Great Hall via the Professor’s entrance, fell to the cruciatus curse with a cry of pain. 

“Drop your wands, children,” the Dark Lord said, red eyes still locked on Harry as his soft, cold voice echoed through all corners of the room, carried by wandless magic. 

Harry grit his teeth at the seeming opportunity, well aware of Voldemort's objective. And yet, truly, he could not have picked a worse target to try and bring Harry under his control than the girl who had nearly raped him. He cast a wordless sonorous on himself to refute the order: “Don't give an inch. There are First Years in these walls. Do to them what you would to Umbridge. They're twice her threat. Any student who raised a wand to help Voldemort’s sect will be treated as hostile. See how I handle my enemies, Goyle, and ask yourself if that cheap shot is worth your life.”

Even as he spoke, Harry turned from Voldemort, dismissive, and focused on thinning the herd. Thirteen Death Eater’s still stood, including Bellatrix, who was engaged with Neville and Ron. Harry used every spell that came to his mind, even those from the Half-Blood Prince’s book he had not tested before. One man was effectively eviscerated, much to Harry’s disgust. He only used that spell once.  

When he saw one of his snakes change course he pulled the magic from them, an effective banishment, cold eyes finding Voldemort again. He had not heard the man speak parseltongue, and indeed he was still holding the crucio, face twisted strangely as he watched Harry. 

“My, my,” said Voldemort, immediate once he had regained Harry’s attention, two more of his people fallen, “so vicious, little snake. Does Dumbledore know you have venom?”

“I don't give a fuck what he knows,” Harry said harshly. “This is a school.” This is my home. “Focus on the bloody Ministry, and leave children out of it.”

Voldemort had the gall to laugh, high and cold. “This is not merely a school, Harry Potter,” he said. “There is a reason you children stand your ground and fight. This is where Dumbledore trains his small, young army to go to war and die, as their parents did before them.” 

Wrath bubbles in Harry, heavy and explosive, and he must look as unhinged and inhuman as the man watching him as he cages it behind his teeth. He flicks a shield charm around Bones and Abbott before a reductor hits, and a disarming charm hits the perpetrators back. He breaks the dark-wooded wand into two pieces the moment he catches it. 

“You truly think Dumbledore has taught us anything? Even my ‘private lessons’ with the man are just memories of your life, as if I care that you got away with murder when you were still sixteen.” Hermione pulls Vane’s still writhing body from the room, and Voldemort’s cruciatus ends, but he does not seem to notice or care, eyes locked on Harry. “The only reason I fight is because I do not believe in the world you are trying to create. Because you say things like ‘magic is night' and still try to subjugate witches and wizards, as if the fresh magic in their veins is poisoned by the muggles they're born to. I defy you, Lord Voldemort, because you decided your best course was killing a baby over a half-heard prophecy, and still try to kill me to this day. I am not going to stand here and let you. I don't believe ‘magic is might’. I've already killed many of your people tonight… but that—that wasn’t over ideology. That is because I will kill as many as it takes to keep your grasping, greedy fucking hands out of my school.”

#ruthless Harry Potter #anything in protection of our lady love of the millennium Hogwarts #Voldemort literally staring instead of enacting his evil plans #he's just kinda flabbergasted by when tf this happened #and his followers are dying and he's just like... #those are hard to find #not easily replacable #and yet #Imma let this play out #my writing #how did this devolve so quickly #Harry is just extremely protective of his home you know #he's in a weird place right now #he's really tired of children getting hurt #even though he himself is #you guessed it #a child #it's hard out here #tw: violence #tw: death #tw: murder

[blorb-el]

Don’t know if you made a post on this but what’s your opinion on DCAU Clark and how unapproachable(?) they made him in the later JL/JLU series without ever resolving it? Like I know the Cadmus arc hinges on him never considering himself a possible threat but it seems there was room for no much introspection outside a couple moments (that were later backtracked).

I've had like 6 half finished posts about this buried deep in the drafts for a year because I have capital B Brain Rot about this, but every time I tried to write it out I got six sentences in and wanted to rewatch the entire DCAU in order to get my facts straight. This time I'm resisting the urge, so forgive me if I forget specific episodes

Also, unfortunately for you, it’s nanowrimo, which means my brain is in Type All The Words Mode, and not Communicate Effectively and Succinctly Mode, and also I need a break from WSBF chapter 8, so. You’re getting a 3.5k essay sort of answering this question but not really. you will see

Thank you to my fellow lawyer for the defense of Rectangle Clark @januariat for helping to put this together

I do rewatch STAS and JL a fair amount, but much less JLU, so I actually don’t have much to say about the specific execution there. I’m planning on rewatching it soon. But for now…

To me it boils down to two answers. The Doylist answer, and what I think the writers really did have in mind, is that they came up with the Cadmus plot, knew it was an absolute banger of a storyline, and decided that it was worth compromising Superman's personality in order to write a good story. which is not something I can fault them for - as a fanfic writer, I make the same calculated tradeoffs every time I set out to write a fic. Characters are tools for narrative, even if these particular characters come with an additional weight of the tradition of collaborative storytelling that their most effective stories honor.

However, I do think it’s possible to, post-hoc, cobble together a Watsonian, narratively satisfying (if fucked up and sad) character arc for DCAU Clark if you also take STAS and JL into account. I think the key to understanding his character arc is his relationship with control. Throughout STAS, JL, and JLU, and then one more time in Batman Beyond for good measure, over and over again, he's manipulated and his powers and body are used as resources for other people. Obviously that’s not much of an excuse for becoming more authoritarian/overbearing/etc, Fascism Is Bad and I personally think a more IC superman would retreat more than double down (as in Kingdom Come), but looking at the totality of things that have happened to him before Cadmus, it's a little more understandable why he'd get close to snapping under the strain. Here's my personal reading of his arc, and the events that might have led to Clark behaving so irrationally in JLU.

cut for sheer length, but also mentions of manipulation, sexual assault, victim blaming, that sort of thing

One of the recurring themes in the DCAU is villains dehumanizing, depowering, and/or manipulating Clark. In STAS, Parasite, Lex via Bizarro, Talia and Ra’s al Ghul use him as a source for their own power. The Preserver and Maxima treat him like some exotic prize, disregarding his wishes. Jax-Ur and Mala use him and then betray him. But the most impactful, by far, is Darkseid.

In Apokolips Now, Darkseid defeats Clark, puts his bleeding body into public stocks, and drags him through the middle of Metropolis. Clark’s only rescued by the last minute intervention of the New Gods, and as a parting shot Darkseid murders Clark’s friend in front of everyone. Even though Clark prevents Earth from turning into Apokolips, it’s a huge emotional loss, and they don’t shy away from showing his rage and helplessness. But it’s when Darkseid returns in Legacy, the finale of STAS, that Clark’s life truly takes a turn for the worse.

Forgive me if this is all plot recap to you, anon, but I feel like a lot of people don’t know that STAS ends with Clark being mind controlled, heavily implied to be sexually assaulted, and forced to try to take over the Earth, killing god knows how many people in the process. When the military finally brings him down with a Kryptonite warhead and imprisons him, they nearly kill Supergirl in the process. Then Lex almost gives him a lethal injection, with a US general looking on, implying that the government approves of killing him. Lois breaks him out, he tries to get help for Kara from Dr. Hamilton, and then goes to Apokolips. Most fights in STAS have him shrug off blows. He ends this one bleeding from his mouth, looking almost dead. When he finally casts down Darkseid, tells the Hunger Dogs (the slaves on Apokolips) that they’re free… they turn away from Superman. They cluster around Darkseid to protect and heal him.

Those universal truths of a lot of Superman stories, that goodness and liberty and the American Way* always win? They don't in STAS. A representative of the US government (as far as he knows) has tried to kill him. He lost his temper and spoke in a harsh tone of voice once, because Kara was dying and he was hurt and desperate, and now his friend Dr. Hamilton, the man he trusted to repair the Kryptonian ship, study his body and his powers, one of the people who knew him best in STAS, is afraid of him - and, as we find out later, takes immediate, drastic, and violating action against Kara and against him. The series ends with the small town man standing on the roof of the Planet, hearing people hate and fear him, wondering how people will ever trust him again.

*I hate this phrase personally when used as a Superman Motto, but it's used here as a contrast to the fascistic imagery of Apokolips Now and Legacy (as well as Brave New World, which, hoo boy, we aren’t even getting into that one).

Six months (iirc) after the STAS finale, in Secret Origins, the US government has agreed to let a visibly older and wearier Superman help disarm the nuclear stockpile - only for this to backfire on him because it was a Plot by the White Martians. Clark’s let down the country again. He’s helped aliens invade again, and to make matters worse, he sped away in the middle of an attack to break into an official government facility to free J'onn. Clark founds the Justice League beginning from a place of personal failure, as a check on himself. Clark has power and wants to help people with it, but he’s been turned against people he cares about, and has twice now failed to protect the world. It’s worth noting that Legacy put him into the world stage; before, in STAS, I can’t think of any true worldwide threats besides maybe Jax-Ur and Mala.

Most of the rest of season 1 of JL isn’t particularly Clark-focused, although he does appear in a lot of episodes, but the themes of some of these episodes are potentially relevant to understanding his character later, so: brief bullet point summaries.

During In Blackest Night, Clark sees his respected colleague turn himself into an authority that turns out to be incompetent investigators looking for a scapegoat. Interesting. Surrendering to governmental authority/oversight didn’t turn out too well here. 

During The Enemy Below, on Clark’s advice, Aquaman tries to solve his problems peacefully with diplomacy and is immediately shot in a life threatening assassination attempt.  Peaceful diplomacy doesn't work so well for him.

During Injustice for All, Lex is dying of cancer. Clark tries to reach out and is rebuffed, with Lex going on to try to found a team to kill him and the rest of the League.

During Paradise Lost, Clark sees his respected colleague turn herself into the authorities and immediately get banished from her home for the crime of trying to save it with all the resources she had at her disposal. Interesting. Surrendering to governmental authority/oversight didn’t turn out too well here, again. 

During War World, Clark’s again captured for exploitation. This is essentially a retread of The Main Man from STAS, doubling down on how some people see him as a thing to be exploited.

During Fury, Clark’s completely ineffective at preventing an attempted genocide of half the world’s population.

Season 2 opens with Twilight, one of the most important episodes for understanding Clark’s mindset during the Cadmus arc. Imagine, if you will, the above happening to you. Darkseid shows up at your workplace. And the man you’ve worked with the longest, your friend, your ally, tells you to cry him a river, build him a bridge, and get over it. Tells you to get over being brainwashed, manipulated, and humiliated. Tells you to get over having your broken and bleeding body paraded around the streets of Metropolis, tells you to get over having your friend killed in front of you for trying to defend you, tells you to get over almost getting your cousin killed. Sure, Brainiac is a planetary-scale threat; Darkseid and Apokolips are in real trouble. Clark was wrong to write off Apokolips and its people, and the League should absolutely have intervened in the situation. But the way Bruce went about it was… one of the harshest things DCAU Bruce has ever done, and one of the only times the narrative seems to actually agree that he was an asshole about it. And even then, you really need the context of STAS to understand why Clark is so furious and hurt in this scene.

Clark relents and goes along with Bruce’s plan to trust Darkseid, only to end up betrayed again, the whole ruse just another ploy for Brainiac to gain control of Clark, torture him, and use Clark’s body to upgrade himself. Clark had spared Darkseid back on Apokolips at the end of Legacy, on Kara’s advice. But now Darkseid’s come after him, again. Used him again to put not only Earth but who knows how many other worlds at risk, now that Brainiac’s even more powerful. It’s the downfall of Krypton, over and over again. And when Clark goes to end it, I think he doesn’t care that the base is about to go, as long as Darkseid goes down with it. That isn’t a price Bruce is willing to pay, so he teleports Clark out. And he’s wrong, again. “No one could have survived that.” Well… no, Bruce. Darkseid does, and Clark knows it.

During Tabula Rasa, Lex manipulates Amazo the exact way he tried to use Bizarro. Clark once again fails to guard against a terrible, potentially world-ending threat, and in fact makes the situation worse by his very presence.

Then we come to Only a Dream, another key episode in understanding this version of Superman. Clark’s deepest fear is that his powers will keep on growing beyond his ability to control them, eventually destroying everything around him. In his nightmare He kills Lois and Jimmy, destroys the Daily Planet, and grows into a brutish, hulking, clumsy figure, first crying out for someone to help him, and then losing hope. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He goes back to the Kent farm and curls up in the spaceship in the fetal position, convinced that he’s only going to hurt anyone who tries to help. Is it any wonder, since that’s literally what’s happened to him in Legacy? Is it any wonder that he’d want to give up, to retreat? If we’re to take the World of Cardboard speech literally, he’s already having to focus on this restraint every day, in every interaction. This is my personal explanation/hc as to why in every single fight he lets himself get knocked around a bit first; he’s calibrating how hard he can hit back without doing irrevocable damage. Anyway. Deeply fucked up 2 minutes of horror. Wish they’d explored this a little bit more in later seasons.

Then, directly after this, it’s A Better World. After we’ve just seen that his worst nightmare is hurting people by being unable to control his powers, we come face to face with a world where he’s hurt people by the precise and controlled application of his powers. Justice Lord Clark uses the same Superman Robots we saw Kara use in Legacy. He’s become quite adept at his lobotomization techniques. Later on in JLU, we see ‘our’ universe’s Clark attempt to lobotomize Doomsday the exact same way Justice Lord Superman did. Again, Clark fails to protect the world from himself, and to make matters worse, the guy to save the day is Lex Luthor. I’d be a little miffed if the maniac who wants to kill me so so bad turned out to be instrumental in saving the world and now I owe him some unspecified favor in the future. Clark’s met with failure and distrust trying to fix things his way, now he tries to do things in an uncharacteristically sneaky way and… gets met with more dislike and distrust.

Eclipsed continues this trend of hurting his friends; he’s temporarily mind controlled and hurts Wally.

In The Terror Beyond, he fucks up and puts the world in danger again, all because from his point of view, he tried to prevent Solomon Grundy being manipulated and used (like he himself has been used over and over again).

In Secret Society, his frustration comes to a peak, amplified by Grodd’s telepathic manipulation. He’s been trying to do his best, but he snaps that he’s had better luck fighting armies alone (dubious plural there, but he did pretty much evaporate an army in Legacy, so at least once, ok) and that he’s had to hold back his abilities in order to be on the League. Again if we take the World of Cardboard speech at face value, this is true, and we see it in the episode when he accidentally hurts Shayera with heat vision despite shouting a warning beforehand. It’s also telling how other members of the League have the ability to constantly voice doubts about its usefulness and cohesiveness as an organization (hi Bruce) but when he expresses the same doubts everyone gasps. When he expresses his doubt and frustration, when he steps away, the organization that’s collectively saved the world several times falls apart; they’re reliant on him, and he has to be aware of the entire existence of the League as an extra burden of responsibility.

Since both this episode and the Cadmus arc as a whole are meant to show his flaws as a leader, it’s worth examining the foundations of that leadership as established in the DCAU. Clark’s the leader of the League, but narratively, Bruce is its brains and its ethics and Wally is its heart. As a result, Clark is filling the role of leader of the League without the narrative scaffolding that gives him the respect comics incarnations of the character are generally accorded. (I’m admittedly only drawing here from the JLA runs I’ve personally read, Morrison/Porter 90’s JLA and the early Fox/Sekowsky 60’s JLA). Superman might not technically be the First Superhero according to these continuities, but he is respected as though he is (and as we comic book nerds know him to be). The League in these comics treat him as something of an ethical standard bearer, a primus inter pares, as well as being the muscle. In the DCAU, Batman, having founded the DCAU with BTAS, is the First Superhero, and the entire plotline of the Justice Lords centers Wally as the emotional anchor of the team. Clark doesn’t have that pre-established stature. What really qualifies him to be the leader, besides the fact that Bruce doesn’t want to do it? His position seems precarious, relying more on Superman’s pre-established reputation than his actual onscreen characterization. Centering Bruce and Wally are legitimate creative choices I don’t even necessarily disagree with, but it means Clark-as-leader functions quite differently than more traditional JL structures.

Hereafter is something of a healing point for him. It’s a little fucked up that Superman almost bashes Vandal Savage’s head in with a rock, but you take what you can get at this point. He comes out of it fine, but everyone else is forced to reckon with what he means to them. Hereafter coming directly after Secret Society is a very good reunification for the League. Shame about what’s gonna happen in three episodes.

In Wild Cards, he’s useful to address the immediate threat but ineffective to stop the real, countrywide (worldwide?) threat. (I should note that of course I don’t expect every episode’s threat to be solved by Clark; I’m just pointing out a trend that I think his character would perceive as failures on his part. If the writers ever let him reflect.)

JL ends as it began, with another massive alien invasion that Clark helped facilitate in Starcrossed, by working with the Thanagarians during the first part of their plan. As a fellow exile, a fellow alien, he’s hurt and angry with Shayera’s betrayal… even though, in the end, in probably one of his best moments, he votes to allow her to stay in the League.

(Sidenote: almost every interaction Clark has had with other aliens have been despotic societies or individuals: Jax-Ur and Mala, Apokolips, Maxima’s planet, War World, and now Thanagar. The Guardians built robotic police/foot soldiers to enforce their will. Even New Genesis is ruled by a benevolent dictator. Martian society is nearly extinct, overrun by… more alien despots, surviving only with J'onn. Argoan society is nearly extinct, surviving only with Kara. At least Lobo isn’t a fascist? Small consolation.)

JLU begins after a short time skip. I’m not as familiar with JLU episodes since it’s been a while since I’ve watched them, so I’m not going to attempt an episode-by-episode breakdown. Also this post is already way too long. But the point of this post is to look at Clark’s overall arc until this point, and see how it informs his decisions in JLU. For a more JLU-specific informed point of view check this post by januariat!

What we have is a man who naturally wants to take responsibility on his own shoulders, a doer and a fixer who wants to get into the ring and solve problems, who wants to use his abilities to help, being confronted over and over again with a string of personal failures, manipulation, and betrayal. When he tries to set a boundary about not being willing to help the man who took over his body and forced him against his home in Twilight, he’s told to get over it by his most trusted ally. When his deepest fears are revealed in Only a Dream, we see them having been already realized in Legacy. And when he’s presented with his dream of a peaceful life farming, a family that loves him, and no responsibility to save the world, it’s ripped away from him in For The Man Who Has Everything.

Ultimately, I don’t have a good answer for exactly how he doubles down in JLU S2, because I need to rewatch all of it with this understanding of the character. But I think you can see the shape of a traditional Superman character in there, trying and trying again and again to do the right thing, putting himself on the line - only instead of learning from his experiences and letting them inform his actions, he’s carrying the weight of years of suppressed trauma while trying to hold up the entire Justice League. This long, long run of failure, manipulation, betrayal, and distrust adds up. And there’s only so much weight one person can hold on their shoulders, even if they are a Superman.

(And then as the nice little capstone to his story, in Batman Beyond's The Call, he’s kept under alien mind control for years! With the way Starro clings to his chest, he probably hasn’t been touched in years! Trapped in his own mind, forced to watch as yet another alien species uses him as a tool to hurt his own teammates and invade the Earth! And that’s the last we see of DCAU Clark! What a fun little ending to his character arc that doesn’t make me go insane whenever I think about it. Very very very normal about this.)

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[charles-leclerc-official]

First, I just want to say that your analysis on the Suzuka race weekend was absolutely beautiful - thought out, concise, to the point and really well written!

I just have one question, since you seem really knowledgeable on the more physics - concerning aspects of a race - how is negative tyre deg even possible? I know what it is, the definition isn't the problem, what I don't get is how can it even happen? How can you go faster on older tyres, how does that possibly work? Considering physics point towards the maxima you, yourself mentioned - new tyres = ability to go faster. And yet negative deg is possible, which has me incredibly confused.

Admittedly, physics isn't my strongest subject, so forgive me if the answer to my question is something very obvious, I would still appreciate you taking the time to explain it!

Took me a while to get to this one because it is a very advanced concept as far as the physics are concerned, and full disclosure I am by no means a physics expert. I understand the principals at play but the calculations for these relationships are pretty advanced.

But the main thing for why this is possible has to do with a relationship between the suspension, the track temperature, the camber of the tyres, the specific setup a driver chooses for their car, and the driver and their driving during the race.

So the idea is if you have a car base that is gentle on the tyres like the SF-24 the tyres may not warm up quickly. Tyres that are warmed will be able to have better grip and thus go faster. So if you have a car that isn't warming the tyres on the first laps enough for maximum performance then there exists a window where it is possible to go faster in later laps. This window can be widened by a driver's specific car setup choices as well as driving. The wider a driver can keep this window the longer they can maintain zero to negative deg. This is I believe what is going on with the SF-24.

So basically if you drive and achieve almost zero deg at first, you are essentially still on new tyres and thus when you want to push to go faster or increase your speed you can. This is a very oversimplified explanation and it doesn't apply to every single instance where we have seen a driver achieve this but you get the idea.

You see this in miniature with some laps for some drivers, if they have a really clean lap you often see them able to do a slightly faster lap or an identical lap on the next one because they didn't degrade as much as expected. It's the sheer consistency in not wearing the tyres or achieving minimal wear over many many laps in a row that gets into the territory we saw with Charles in Suzuka.

However doing this in practice is difficult. The driver's personal setup and the way they drive plays a massive role. So in Suzuka for Charles to pull that off he essentially had to make zero mistakes when it came to slippage on the corners (and he was almost perfect minus that one slip we all saw onto the curb) If he'd made any consistent mistakes that would have added to the wear on the tyres and he wouldn't have been able to last anywhere near as long.

I will say that because a driver doesn't do this it doesn't mean they are doing something wrong. Most drivers operate under the expectation that the tyres will degrade at a predictable rate.

This is a phenomenon that also would not be possible every race, or at every track etc. Conditions do also have to be right. This will probably be impossible in say Qatar, the heat will just be too great for this to come up there.

It's very situation and skill dependent. Both things must align to achieve it. Also obviously you have to have a car that is gentle on the tyres, without that kind of base it doesn't matter how good you are the tyres will still degrade. There is a reason we've only seen this in the top 2 - 4 drivers on the grid at any given time, and that is because the skill to pull it off with so few mistakes is not to be under-stated.

Tyre data would be able to help us understand this better but detailed tyre telemetry is unfortunately not made available by teams. This telemetry records the rate of wear lap to lap, tyre temperature etc. So teams get to use this data to further understand these things in their car and their driver.

I hope this helps at least a little. This is really asking about one of the cutting edge physics topics in F1 that not even some teams fully understand. And since we don't get the detailed data it's really hard to look at what the actual relationships at play are.

What we can do is look at the results we get, the lap times a car and driver generate and we can understand the car behavior that way.

#luci answers #car technical talk

[tiaramania]

Tiara Highlights of 2022

2022 was the year of the tiara debut with three future queens and a bunch of other people wearing their first tiara. All of my highlight picks are first tiaras and this isn't even all of them! You can check out all of the tiaras (or at least the ones I was able to find pictures of) worn during 2022 here.

Princess Fadzilah of Brunei's Wedding

Princess Fadzilah wore two of Queen Saleha's tiaras for her wedding to Abdullah Al-Hashimi in January. Both of them are massive so I'm impressed with how well she wore them for her first time wearing a tiara. Princess Fadzilah wearing the blue and pink diamond toppers but not the diamond heart made me realize that Queen Saleha's Diamond Tiara and Queen Saleha's Diamond Heart Tiara have been the same tiara all along. Also, there was a royal wedding cat who attempted to steal the show.

Tommy Dorfman at the Met Gala

The Met Gala usually provides us with a few tiara sightings and this year had even more because of the 'Gilded Glamour' theme. While many of the attendees wore bigger or more impressive tiaras, even one made specifically for the event, I keep being drawn to Tommy Dorfman wearing a Regency Era, green paste, hair-comb from Fred Leighton. This is the perfect way to wear a tiara to a fashion event. It's simple and stunning and by wearing it backwards but still placed impeccably it provides just that bit of quirkiness to make it stand out. It's different in an interesting way not just for the sake of being different. Special mention should go to Léna Mahfouf who also wore a tiara very well at an event where we saw a lot of bad ones.

Princess Ingrid Alexandra of Norway's First Tiara

The pandemic caused a bit of a backup in newly of age princesses wearing their first tiara so Princess Ingrid Alexandra's postponed 18th birthday celebrations provided not just her but also two other future queens their first opportunity to wear a tiara. The birthday girl wore a pearl and diamond tiara by Boucheron that belonged to her great-great-grandmother and was left to her by her great-aunt. I thought the Norwegian royal family did a great job of emphasizing the historical and emotional connection of Princess Ingrid Alexandra wearing the tiara and of course she looked great in it.

Princess Elisabeth of Belgium's First Tiara

The biggest surprise in Norway was actually from Princess Elisabeth of Belgium, the Duchess of Brabant. She wore a new to the family tiara that is most likely one that was once owned by the Vestey family. The Belgian royals don't have a large jewelry collection and very rarely add new pieces so it was totally unexpected but very welcome.

Princess Catharina Amalia of the Netherlands' First Tiara

Princess Catharina Amalia, the Princess of Orange, choose the Star Button Tiara for her first tiara outing. It was the one worn by her mother, Queen Maxima, on her wedding day so a very sentimental choice that she wore beautifully. Princess Catharina Amalia has spoken more than once about her love of tiaras so I'm very interested to see her explore the large Dutch collection in the future.

Sultanah Nur Diana Petra of Kelantan's First Tiara

This summer Nur Diana was elevated to the rank of Sultanah or Queen of Kelantan and in November we finally saw her in her first tiara. She choose Queen Zainab's Diamond Tiara which features the state emblem of Kelantan. I think she'll wear this one the most in the future but hopefully she wears some of the other tiaras belonging to the Kelantan royal family too.

Le Bal

There are usually tiaras at Le Bal des Débutantes in Paris every year but this year the official jeweler was an antique/estate jeweler with a huge collection of historical items instead of a contemporary jeweler which made the event so much more exciting. Six of the attendees wore a tiara or aigrette for the first time. In the top row are Leah Isadora Behn, Archduchess Sophia of Habsburg-Lorraine, and Wenhao Cai and the bottom row are Bristol Fales Hill, Princess Hélène of Orleans, and Princess Inayatinder Kaur of Patiala.

What was your favorite tiara moment of 2022?

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #995: The Past We Hardly Knew.....(King of Fighters)

11:23 at K and Kula's Apartment.......

TV: (Woman Transforms into a Another Woman With Whitish Pink Hair on Screen)

K': (Louges Around on the Sofa) So Rose was that Pink Diamond lady the whole time, huh?

Whip: (Lowers the Book She Was Reading From her Face While Seating Next to K' on the Sofa) You know, I've always figured those two would have some sort of connection to one another. (Starts Frowning a Little) But to live a double lift for thousands of years and have her own retainer kept it a secret on top of that?....('Sigh') I mean, The dedication is sort of commendable, but I feel sorry everyone else who been in the dark about all of this....

K': (Shrugs) It was bound to happen one way or another. And it ain't gonna be too long before one of them snap-

TV Screen: SHE LIED TO US!

K': (Points at the Screen in Front of Him) See? Like that.

Whip: I'd be upset too if that were to ever happen to be. (Starts Frowning Again) But then again, I...really shouldn't be the one talking right now....

K': Still thinking you know who?

Whip: Sometimes. I know I shouldn't, but Krizalid was like a brother to me.....At least until i told him we weren't related. (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Well, wherever he is, I hope he's doing okay out there at least.

K': Hey, as long as he doesn't try coming out for our necks, then I don't care where he goes.

Whip: ('Sigh') I'm sure we'll be able to deal with him when that time ever comes.....I won't like it.

K': (Shrugs Again) Neither do I. But at least I get to chance to pummel his pompous face again.

Whip rolls her eyes before continuing reading her book. As the silence begins to grow larger in the atmosphere, the lieutenant of the Ikari Warriors couldn't help but have this feeling of uncertainty before lowering her book down turning back to her little brother.

Whip: Hey, K'? Can I.....ask you something?

K': (Turns Back to Whip) Uh....yeah. (Mutes the TV With the Remote in his Hand) What's the question?

Whip: Well, it's......related to our past. Do you.....ever think about it sometimes.

K': Yeah. Not as much as I used to, but....(Looks Up at the Ceiling) I do wonder what our parents been doing nowadays and....if they've ever bothered to look for us. But even that in it of itself feels like wishful thinking at this point.

Whip: Yeah, but.....(Smiles a Little) It would be nice to see them again one day. (Turns to K') You think they'll take a liking to Kula and Max?

K': I don't see why wouldn't. Tin man's one of the biggest softies out there and the twerp's too much of a headache to ignore altogether.

Whip: (Gives K' the Big Sister Glare) K'.

K': What? She's annoying. I still love her though.

Whip: (Crosses her Arms) ('Hmph') You better or I'll might have to convince Ralf to give you a few extra hours on your training routines.

K': (Groans While Facepalming Himself) Don't remind me.....He's even more of a drill sergent than your own colonel.

Whip: (Starts Snickering) Seriously? He's your colonel too, ya know?

K': Unofficially. I never said I wanted to join your little army club in the first place. ('Sigh') Buuut I guess I would be lying if I said I didn't tolerate any of your company.

Whip: (Clasps her Hands Together Right Beside the Side of her Face With a Playful Smile) Awwwww~ Has my grumpy little brother finally gotten soft himself?~

K': (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) Yeah and I've been choking on it ever since, no thanks to you assholes. Which reminds me.....(Hands Whip a Teal Colored Card) Here.

Whip: (Opens the Card K' Gives him and Sees the Words "Love and Appericate you" From the Inside) K', what's this?

K': A Mother's Day card I got from the store yesterday. (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Looking Away) You're not my mom, but....I do appericate everything you've done for me as of late.

Whip: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Pulls K' into a Loving Hug) Oh, K'!~ You really have become a sweetheart!~

K': (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Again. No thanks to any of you assholes. Your love and kindness has ruined my image.

Whip: (Snickers Again) What image? Of being lazy gremlin?

K': Of being cool and not taking shit from anyone.

Whip: (Shrugs) Eh. I'd say you're average at best.

K': I hate you already.

Whip: (Kiss the Top of her Little Brother's Head) Love you too, bro.

K' grumbles while blushing some more.

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[disneyanddisneyships]

Alastor singing hellfire about aponi

Yeeeees

Alastor walked through the halls of the church he had followed the demon Aponi into.

He had only met her a few days ago and yet.... there was something about her... something intriguing.. something..... beautiful....

Alastor shook his head at the mention of the word "beautiful". He hated the new emotions he was feeling.

He was raised in a catholic household.....

He walked up to the statue of mother Mary.

"I've never had relations with anyone..... why now am I thinking if someone in this way?" Alastor asked himself as he looked at the statue before he began to sing.

Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud

He sang as he walked closer to the statue.

Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

The look on his face of utter disgust appeared when he saw a begging old lady in the church.

Alastor walked to the fireplace, his hands behind his back with a dark smile on his face.

Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there? Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?

He sang as the fire seemed to make Aponi's dancing figure out of fire.

I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her brunette hair Is blazing in me out of all control

As he sang, the flame got closer to him.

He backed away only to be encompassed in it, the face of the butterfly demon making itself known in such detail that Alastor didn't know if it was only fire.

Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin

He sang as he backed away from the flame.

This burning desire Is turning me to sin

He was never one to worry about sinning. He was in hell after all....

But he had never experienced a feeling like this....

It's not my fault (mea culpa) I'm not to blame (mea culpa) It is the sinner girl the witch who sent this flame (mea maxima culpa)

He sang, attempting to make excuses for his emotions, only for his own shadows to sing back to him... to criticize him in some way.

It's not my fault (mea culpa) If in God's plan (mea culpa) He made the Devil so much stronger than a man (mea maxima culpa)

As alastor belted the note He realized that this has to be Aponi's fault somehow.... she was manipulating him somehow... someway.....

Protect me, Maria Don't let this siren cast her spell Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

He sang, pleading to the Mofher Mary to help him in his woes.

Yes... it had to be the butterfly demon's fault.... she worked for Valentino.. she was using he ready to get under Alastor's skin....

Destroy Aponi Wings! And let her taste the fires of hell Or else let her be mine and mine alone

He belted.

He was taught that there should only be one woman... and that woman would be Aponi..... he was smitten... and he wanted to know how to stop her evilness....

Hellfire Darkfire Now darling, it's your turn Choose me or your pyre Be mine or you will burn

He sang as the flames in the church engulfed him again in warmth, the figure of Aponi making itself known again only to be snuffed out by alastor wringing his hands around the fire.

God have mercy on her God have mercy on me

Alastor sang in a hushed tone.

He was confused.....

But she will be mine Or she will burn

As he belted out the last note, the fire of the church practically exploded, leaving alastor's figure the only thing not on fire.

"I'll destroy her.... I'll get inside her head.... and she'll be mine," Alastor muttered.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Chains

Written for @remadoramicrofics day 3: cellar. G, 1200 words. references to bodily injuries, blood, wounds. Read below or on Ao3.

Tonks’s back itches. The tree she leans against digs into her bare skin. She shifts, more uncomfortable than before, and tugs her jumper down again to see if it will help. It doesn’t, and now she’s shivering.

“Need help?”

Remus is taking his worn cloak off. He points his wand at it, transfiguring it to a soft, brown blanket. As Tonks accepts it from him, hiding the little sniff she takes of Remus’s warm, earthy scent, she notices a set of angry welts around his wrists, peeking out from the ends of his sleeves. She says nothing and crouches down to wrap the blanket around her shoulders. Remus joins her on the ground, his trouser legs riding up, revealing a set of similar, freshly wrapped wounds around his ankles where his socks have slid down. She turns her face away, struggling not to linger on his wounds, and looks up at the starry night sky.

“Tell me another story about your school days,” she says, knowing it’s one of the few topics that can arouse the greatest joy out of him. “Didn’t you say you charmed all the toilets to sing?”

A nostalgic smile grows on Remus’s worn, fatigued face. He waves his hands around, taking the welts with him, and Tonks holds his transfigured cloak tighter, recalling what she’d seen at Grimmauld Place earlier that day.

**********

The morning after the last full moon dawned stormy and grey. Tonks discovered the Floo to Grimmauld Place’s kitchen was disconnected, as it always was when Remus was transformed, so she had no choice but to Apparate from her flat to the top step of headquarters to check on him.

Not that he wanted her to check on him. He’d said, many times over, that his transformations were his alone to bear. Nevertheless, he accepted Sirius’s help, and Tonks was determined to break down the stupid wall he held around anything related to lycanthropy.

When she marched into headquarters, her iron-clad resolve set on finding Remus, a different ghost of a man stopped her before she could even get to the stairs.

“What are you doing here?”

“How is he?” Tonks asked, darting her eyes upstairs, where Remus’s room was.

“The same as always,” Sirius replied curtly. “He doesn’t want you here.”

“I don’t care.” She tried to move around him but Sirius wouldn’t budge.

“Tonks,” he said, holding her firmly by the shoulders, “come with me first. Then tell me you still want to see him.”

Her face scrunched up in anger, but as she had no other option, she followed him down to the kitchen, where a door she’d never seen before was half-open.

“The cellar,” Sirius explained. “It’s usually charmed to be invisible.”

“You want me to go down there?” Tonks poked her head inside. It reeked of blood, sweat, and something she couldn’t place.

“Use Lumos maxima. Come up when you’ve seen everything.”

Tonks raised a red brow at him, confused at what game Sirius was playing, but she turned to the stairs and cast the charm.

A gasp emerged from her lips the moment she saw the steps. Paw prints and footprints were mixed with smears of fresh, scarlet blood. Tonks maneuvered around the puddles of blood, making her way down to the dirt floor, which was caved in with a few puddles of dark liquid. The brick wall, to her left, held a set of chains, with deep, jagged cracks along the walls where something—or someone—had tried to break free.

Tonks gulped and set her wand light on the chains. They, like so many other parts of the cellar, were caked in crusty blood, but as her nostrils caught up to her, she realized urine and feces had made their mark along the floor and walls. A drop of moisture fell to the dirt floor; she realized it had come from her own eyes.

(A few weeks ago, she’d seen chains like this in a sex shop and joked at Remus the next day, only to see him shut down when she mentioned how sexy he’d look in them.)

She brushed the wetness from her cheeks and tucked her wand closer to her body. She didn’t know what Sirius was playing at by making her see this horror scene, but it hadn’t deterred her from wanting to see Remus.

Tonks cast poorly placed cleaning charms on the steps as she went back up to the light-filled kitchen. She stomped up to the tired ex-convict responsible for Remus’s care and flared her nostrils.

“I need to see him.”

“You inherited quite a lot from our family,” Sirius said calmly. “My Aunt Druella had the same expression whenever I put custard into her boots.”

Tonks nearly laughed. She shook her head, scrunching her face to look angrier, and stared her cousin down.

“I want to see Remus.”

Sirius sighed tiredly. “Why?”

“Because he’s my friend and I want to make sure he’s okay.”

“Go home, Tonks.”

“No—”

“Go. Home. He doesn’t want you to—”

“Why?” Tonks interrupted angrily. “You’re friends. We’re friends. Why doesn’t he—”

“You and I both know that he’s got more than friendly feelings for you,” Sirius said quietly. “You’re the last person he wants seeing what it’s like for him.”

“But I want to—”

Sirius shook his head. “Moony’ll stew all day if you see him. He’ll second-guess anything you do or say.”

Wincing, Tonks looked around her, setting her eyes on a roll of parchment sitting on the table. “What if I wrote him a letter?”

Sirius summoned the parchment, a quill, and a pot of ink. “As long as you don’t see him, write whatever you want.”

**********

Stories from their school days have been shared and Tonks sees the emerging sunrise on the horizon. Remus hasn’t said a word about the letter she left him; she wonders if Sirius delivered it. The lull in their conversation has gone on long enough that Tonks thinks Remus is ruminating.

“Did you get my letter?” she asks suddenly.

“Thank you, I did.”

“And?”

“You’re very kind.”

She leans her head on his shoulder. Remus’s breath hitches but he doesn’t move.

“Does that mean you’ll let me see you next time?”

“It’s not so simple for me,” he mumbles.

“But it can be,” she returns gently. Tonks finds his arm and raises it, slowly uncovering one of the healing injuries around his wrist. “I’m not afraid of this. It doesn’t change how I feel.” She runs her fingers along the back of his hand, delighted when his fingers reach back for hers.

“I can’t give you what you deserve.”

“I choose what I deserve.”

She brings his hand up to her lips and kisses it, her stomach flipping violently when his pupils go dark and wide.

The sun has risen, drenching them in its buttery rays. They turn to face each other, avoiding the direct light, and Tonks sees Remus’s eyes flicker to her mouth.

“Do it,” she whispers. “Kiss me.”

Remus’s throat bobs. He looks away for a fraction of a second but bends his face closer, hesitating once more before lightly brushing her lips with his.

#remadora #remadora microfics #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remus x tonks #tonks x lupin #remus x nymphadora #lupin x tonks

[royaltyspeaking]

It’s weird that because you hate Kate, you think that saying her supposedly wearing extensions is a negative

Her hair has literally always been that thick just look at uni pictures and plenty of other hairdressers say no

That's an awful lot of projecting there, anon. I'm literally a hairstylist, I don't give a fuck if Kate has fake hair. It's just a fact. Madeleine, Maxima, Sophie, and even Meghan have worn them. It's hilarious to me how Kate fans are always getting their panties in a wad whenever someone mentions Kates extensions. It's almost as if you would think less of her if you could admit the truth.

And no, Kates hair has not always been this thick. She's always had nice hair, but there is a clear change in density that is a result of extensions.

#youre always telling on yourselves

[in1-nutshell]

Maxima meeting Team Bee

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

RiD 2015

Maxima was not having a good time.

She had been searching for Bumblebee non-stop after he went radio silent for the past couple of weeks.

Maxima had been looking all around, asking for favors, and taking long hours to find him.

Until she got a vision from her late father.

Optimus Prime.

She thought she had finally joined him in the Well because she felt her spark pulsing out of her chassis.

He looked just how he had when… when…

His booming voice reached her audials like a nostalgic song.

Her own voice constricted in her throat.

Optimus tells her to go to Earth to help Bumblebee and his team.

A portal opened in front of her.

Without a second thought, Maxima ran in.

She lands straight into a scrapyard.

Maxima carefully looks around the place for any sign of hostilities.

She finds her first one in the form of a giant green Dinobot.

Grimlock had just come over to this corner of the scrapyard to find something Sideswipe mentioned.

Which now thinking about, sounded made up.

He did notice the mysterious bot in the corner though.

Grimlock and Maxima stared at each other for a bit.

“Ummm… can I help you?”--Grimlock

Maxima shakes her helm a bit and points at her Autobot badge.

“Friendly.”--Maxima

Grimlock relaxes a bit seeing that it was a friendlier bot.

“And actually I could use some help.”--Maxima

“Oh okay! What do you need help with?”--Grimlock

“I’m looking for a friend of mine. I was told I could find him here.”--Maxima

Grimlock scratches his helm a bit.

“I don’t know too much about finding bots. BUT Fix-it might know! C’mon! I’ll even introduce you to the team!”--Grimlock

Maxima smiles at the infectious grin on the Dinobot.

“Lead the way… what’s your name?”--Maxima

“Grimlock! And yours?”--Grimlock

“Maxima.”--Maxima

“That’s a nice name.”--Grimlock

“So is yours.”--Maxima

The two talk and walk to what looked like the main area.

There were three bots and an orange minibot on a ship console that was partially buried in the mountain.

The three bots immediately pulled out their weapons seeing Maxima with Grimlock.

“Hey! Hey! She’s a bot like us!”--Grimlock

“And how do you know she isn’t just lying?”--Strongarm

Maxima squints her optics a bit at Strongarm.

“Now why do you look familiar…”--Maxima

Drift steps forward.

“What is your reason for being here?”--Drift

“Grimlock was taking me to see a ‘Fix-it’.”--Maxima

“That’s me!”—Fix-it

Maxima looks over at the orange minibot.

“And why would you need to see Fix-it?”--Sideswipe

“She’s looking for a friend, right?”--Grimlock

“Yeah—Wait! Your Strongarm aren’t you?”--Maxima

“How do you know my name?”--Strongarm

“Team, we have a situation—”--Bumblebee

Everyone looks at Bumblebee.

Bee looks optics with Maxima.

“Maxima?”--Bumblebee

Maxima gives a smile while walking over to him.

“So, this is where you’ve been?”--Maxima

“Yeah—”--Bumblebee

Maxima slaps the back of his helm.

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

“That’s for leaving without letting me know.”--Maxima

Maxima pulls him in a denting hug.

“Thank the Primes you’re okay…”--Maxima

Bee, feeling a bit guilty, hugs back.

“…When did we get a new bot?”--Russel

“Sweet Solus Prime Bee! You already got found by humans again?!”—Maxima

Maxima makes a quick first impression with everyone on the team.

She makes it clear to Bee that she isn’t going to leave him high and dry.

Bumblebee is glad to have an extra pair of servos helping around.

She becomes his unofficial, official second in Command of the Team.

If he is being honest, he was a bit afraid of Maxima taking the reigns of the team and leading.

Maybe she would have a better chance at leading like her father.

“All I’m saying is that you could definitely lead the team.”--Bumblebee

“Yeah, if I must. I wouldn’t want your job, Bee.”--Maxima

“But you’re a natural leader, just like Optimus was.”—Bumblebee

Maxima pauses for a split second before turning back to her work.

“A natural leader? Yeah, that’s just called ‘Survive long enough for the original leader to come back.’ Bee, do you not think your team would riot if you gave me the command?”--Maxima

“Well…”--Bumblebee

Maxima gives him a stern look.

“You’re a good leader Bee—”--Maxima

“But I’m not Optimus!”--Bumblebee

Both look at each other in silence.

“Maxima… I didn’t mean--”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee. No one wants you to be Optimus. Not Strongarm, not Sideswipe, not Drift, not Grimlock, and defiantly not me. We want you. You and all of your flaws, terrible jokes and racing stripes.”--Maxima

Bee looks down a bit.

Maxima pats his shoulders in reassurance.

“…I miss him too; I miss him so much Bee. But right now, I think he’d want me to talk some sense into you. So here it is. The leader who you are now, that’s what this team needs. I’ll step in when its needed and give advice, but I’m not going to lead your team, got that Bee?”--Maxima

“Yeah… Thanks for talking sense into my processor.”—Bumblebee

Maxima flicks his door wings a bit.

“Someone has to. Consider it my job to look after your bumbling behind.”—Maxima

Bumblebee swats one of Maxima’s tires.

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

It was quick work to get along with most of Team Bee.

Maxima, Strongarm and Sideswipe made regular sparing partners.

Who knew that a monster truck could have agility?

Not them apparently.

Sideswipe is a bit let down that he can’t patrol with Maxima due to her alt mode drawing too much attention.

But off-road patrols are the best ones yet.

Maxima lets him do stuff on patrol that Bumblebee doesn’t let him.

Strongarm respects Maxima for being a former team member of the legendary Team Prime.

Though there was a time where her respect was more on a ‘tolerance level’ than genuine respect.

Strongarm did think that Maxima was a little bit like Sideswipe but didn’t really vocalize it too much.

That was until Sideswipe tried to take advantage of Maxima’s lax and got in trouble.

Maxima was the first on the scene.

Maxima and the team looking at Grimlock stuck in a rock arch.

Bumblebee and Maxima turn back to Sideswipe with, both with arms crossed.

“Sideswipe. What you did was reckless and endangered not only yourself, but also Grimlock.”--Bumblebee

“It was not my fault that Grimlock fell in the rock! If he’d—”--Sideswipe

“Grimlock was your partner for patrol today, Sideswipe. You both are supposed to have each other’s backs, not just one. If we wanted solo patrols, we would have authorized that. You put yourself and Grimlock in danger when you started blaring the music too loud and got ambushed. Which brings us here.”--Maxima

Grimlock was stuck in his Dinobot mode and stuck on a rock arch.

“It could be worse. Anyways Grims fine, aren’t ya!”--Sideswipe

Grimlock groans a bit.

“Yeah I’m fine… when did we get another Drift… and Strongarm…”--Grimlock

Maxima looks at him unamused and turns to Strongarm.

“Strongarm, take Sideswipe back to the scrapyard, I got Grimlock. We’ll be taking the scenic route to get back before the sun comes up.”--Maxima

“What!?”--Sideswipe

“What?”--Strongarm

“You heard Maxima.”--Bumblebee

“Maxima, with all due respect, how are you going to get Grimlock out by yourself? Let alone get him back home in one piece?”--Strongarm

Maxima walks over to the arch and punches the rock at an angle.

The rock crumbles releasing Grimlock with a small thud.

Everyone was stunned by this.

“H-how—”--Drift

Maxima throws Grimlock over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and starts the opposite path.

She stops momentarily and turns back slightly.

“You better have a good apology when you get back to the scrapyard Sideswipe because I can get pretty creative with enforcement when I want to.”

Maxima and Grimlock disappear from view.

“…”—Team Bee

Sideswipe looks at Bumblebee.

“Did you know she was that strong?”—Sideswipe

Bumblebee shrugs almost looking smug.

“She’s wrestled with Predacons bigger than Grimlock, Sideswipe. And she isn’t kidding about the ‘creative enforcements. Either.”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee transforms and drives out.

“That didn’t answer the question!”—Sideswipe

“Did he mention Predacons?”—Drift

“… Lets just get back home.”--Strongarm

 Strongarm defiantly looks at Maxima in a different light after that night.

She sees her as another mentor figure alongside Bumblebee.

Drift was a bit on edge with Maxima joining the team.

He did give the benefit of the doubt considering that Maxima was on Team Prime with Bumblebee during the war.

She couldn’t be bad if Bee tolerated her.

Drift truly began to open when his former master came back taunting him for his Decepticon past.

Maxima did not judge him or give him pity sympathy.

She earned some respect points from him that day.

The minis like to hang out with Maxima whenever they have a break.

She will come to the mini’s defense at any moment, something that he is grateful for.

Maxima shielding the mini’s with her frame from the Decepticon.

“Wrong move Con. Wrong move.”--Maxima

Maxima judo flips the Con and drop kicks him to Drift’s pedes knocked out.

“Where did you learn that kick?”--Drift

Maxima shrugged.

“Mulan.”--Maxima

“What’s Mulan.”--Drift

“…Russel! I have the perfect movie for tonight!”—Maxima

Grimlock liked Maxima from day 1.

She already seemed like a nice bot and boy was he right!

Of all the team, his favorite sparring partner was Maxima.

She could take in more hits and more time than most of the members of the team.

And did he mention how strong she was?

Sometimes Grimlock would start arm wrestling matches between the two of them on slower days in the scrapyard.

It was always fun to see how long each other would struggle to bring the other one down.

Bets have been made those days.

Bumblebee currently has the best luck in the betting pool for Maxima, which many don’t think its fair considering that he has known Maxima for longer, therefore, knows more about her than they do.

Drift and Sideswipe are tied at the bottom of the betting pool.

Grimlock also likes how Maxima refuses to hear the team treat him less.

That being said…

The team has learned that the duo sometimes cannot be left alone for too long.

“Hey, has anyone seen Maxima?”--Bumblebee

“Now that you’ve said it, I haven’t seen Grimlock either.”--Russel

“I’m sure they’re fine.”--Denny

BOOM!

Grimlock comes in running fast in.

“Coming through!”--Grimlock

Bumblebee quickly grabbed Denny and Russel and moved out of the Dinobot’s way.

“Grimlock!”--Bumblebee

“Sorry! Gotta catch this time!”--Grimlock

“Catch wh—”--Denny

Maxima comes descending from the sky.

Grimlock dives and manages to catch her in his arms.

“You finally caught me Grimmy!”--Maxima

Grimlock has a huge smile on his faceplate.

“Now its my turn!”--Grimlock

“Grimlock no!”—Bumblebee and Denny

“Grimlock yes!”—Maxima and Grimlock

Grimlock, with Maxima still in his arms, runs back the same way they came in.

Bumblebee sighs tiredly but lets out a soft smile.

“I’d just like to think what Optimus would say right now if he say her like this.”—Bumblebee

“Why Optimus exactly?”—Denny

“Oh yeah you two don’t know. Maxima is Optimus’s daughter.”—Bumblebee

“SHE’S WHAT!?”—Denny and Russel

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tf rid 2015 x platonic reader

[fruitzbat]

happy mollymauk week, everyone! as it's threeleaf day, I thought I'd use this time to spread the word about my fan novel trilogy to any enthusiasts who might not be aware.

The series is called “Devil & The Details”, but it’s more commonly referred to as “Devilverse” for short. The first two books are complete, and the third is currently being serialized.

Linked beneath the cut, we have an epic about Kingsley getting into new trouble on the seas, his captaincy of the Mollymauk, and ultimate rise to the throne of Darktow. While both Molly and Lucien make appearances — along with some other members of the Nein — the story is chiefly about Kingsley and his efforts to forge a unique path for himself. Since this is also a story where all three make an appearance, this trilogy potentially carries the dubious honor of being the longest threeleaf fic on ao3.

The goal of the series was to explore some of the things referenced by Taliesin about the ideas he wanted to explore with both Molly and Kingsley's existences, such as the notion of "soullessness" in mermaids and the philosophical concept of the tabula rasa. The overarching story is also about healing from different kinds of trauma, grief, breaking cycles of abuse, myths and realities of "the pirate's life" and "the resistance" as a concept, accountability, and how T4T love transcends petty things like death and fate. Think Black Sails meets Baldur's Gate with a Candide rising.

CW for: canon-typical violence and gay sex,* gore, mild body horror, frank discussions and depictions of slavery and genocide, cannibalism, suicide (especially in book III), and mentions (but not depictions) of sexual assault.

*There are also two short stories in the series that trend more towards the NSFW/PWP side and are about King and his love interest in the novels; their promo post can be found...

UPDATE: post deleted, flagged by tumblr censors since it's about two trans people in love, lmao.

The novels are written in what could be loosely described as historical fiction style, with other heavy influences taken from 90s anime and camp fantasy. They follow a standard fantasy trilogy setup, with the first book being more plotty, the second more character-driven, and the third currently shaping up to be a mix of the two.

BOOK I: Crowned Teeth (or, An Offering Revoked) [complete, 130,670 words]

We find Kingsley in dire straits after being betrayed by his crew and sold into slavery in the Hespet Archipelago. Breaking out with nothing to his name except a pair of enchanted pistols and a ragtag handful of other escapees, Kingsley vows to see himself avenged upon the leadership of the Tempest Fang.

BOOK II: Wine-Dark Sea [complete, 161,010 words]

With the Fang defeated and Kingsley trying to make things right in their absence, Fjord and Jester accept a quest to uncover a lost relic near the island of Glintshore. With the archdemon Maxima and the Abyssal Plane's intrigue unfolding in the wings, the three of them discover that there is more than what meets the eye.

BOOK III: Home to Roost [in progress, projected 300,000 words]

At long last, Kingsley and the other ex-Revelry members that make up the Diamond-eaters are sailing on Darktow. The long awaited showdown with the Plank King looms, and the archdemon Samiel plots to take the throne from Graz'zt. To his great misfortune, Captain Tealeaf catches the eye of both of them. To protect his new friends and ensure his path to the throne, Kingsley has to call on unexpected allies.

This is very much a labor of love on my end; King, specifically, is very important to me for many reasons. In case we never got the opportunity to explore his life and times on-stream, it was imperative to me that he get at least one story to call all his own.

If you want a proper pirate epic to tuck into, this is it!

#remy peddles his tiefling yuri #critical role #mollymauk week 2023 #threeleaf #kingsley tealeaf #mighty nein #mollymauk tealeaf #devilverse tag #mollymaukweek2023