ask the lost light

please, please, may this lantern light my way towards you, please, please small lantern…light my way towards her lost soul

anonymous asked:

Bots finding out about human!reader being on their period? No worries if you don't wanna do it.

Mmmm good ask anon but I feel like that’s already been done well by other HC writers like @letsdiscussrobots for example (I think). Also idk what continuity you were thinking of BUT I’m totally up for a certain asshole birb having a learning moment in particular?

Warning: below the divide there will be a pretty graphic description of how cramps feel

You curl up further into yourself underneath your sheets, tucking your knees towards your chest for a few moments before turning onto your back and jerking them out straight below you. The pain was excruciating and you couldn’t figure out why this time. 

You remembered to drink copious amounts of water (albeit Ratchet forcing you rather than regulating it yourself), you had been cutting down on the sweets AND your recent assignments had you working out a lot more, and yet the cramps hadn’t become any more forgiving. On top of that there were apparently no space equivalents of Advil or Midol, and the heating packs Ratchet had in stock were all too large and way too hot for you to use.

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I think that, especially for anime-only fans, it’s easy to forget exactly how young Dazai is. It’s easy to forget that Dazai was only 18 during the Dark Era because of course he doesn’t act like a teenager. Aside from the rare childish characteristics that he exudes, such as playing video games on the job or saying something like “fuzz buddies” you can’t really tell how young he is. 

He’s been in the mafia since before he was 14 and it’s implied that he had a hard-knock life before then, because he said that he joined the Mafia so that he might find a reason to live. He was looking for a reason to keep living before he was even fourteen. And he grew up under Mori’s care, and he grew into someone who was manipulative and cruel and unfazed by death or blood or violence. He didn’t care about anything, except for Odasaku. He became an adult while he was still a child and when he’s 18 years old he acts like he’s 25 because that’s just how old he is in his head.

Except, that’s not entirely true. Deep inside, Dazai knows that he is still a child. He knows that there is a lot about the world that he doesn’t know. He is scared of himself and he is scared of the world and he held on to Odasaku for guidance, better guidance than what Mori could give him. And when Dazai was threatened with losing that guidance, that’s when his true nature broke free of the mask that he had been hiding under. That’s when we really realized for the first time, when we really saw that he is just a scared, lonely child, who doesn’t know how to survive in this world on his own.

And I really want to talk about the scenes in episode 4 of season 2 where you can see this revelation the most prominently.

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dynespark  asked:

Just had this pointed out to me. It's said they can't reach Functionist Orion Pax. But who would Orion be without reading Megatron's book? Would he still be the same bot or would he have been corrupted without Megatron's influence?

I was wondering this myself, since that fact that Megs and Roller discussed him felt like foreshadowing, and Megatron’s assumption that Orion would still be noble in this reality seemed like something that was set up to be knocked down. I could see Orion being written as corrupt in some way in the Functionalist Universe in order to further draw parallels between him and Megatron, and to ask the question if they’re really fundamentally different or if their roles as hero and villain were largely decided by experience. 

anonymous asked:

I bet Rodimus goes around throwing things at the crew like "Compute quickly nerd!" and laughs when whatever he threw flies into their face

One day, everyone showed up with a baseball bat, prepared to propel anything Rodimus throws at them right back at him, and that’s how the Lost Light became the biggest and best baseball team on Cybertron. 

anonymous asked:

Yuuri enters their car as Victor starts the engine. Yuuri looks up at him and smiles. "I didn't know you could drive, Victor." Victor looks at him solemnly. "I don't." Suffice it to say, Yuuri Katsuki loses 10 years of his life. (#neverletvictornikiforovdrive2k17)

The speed limit is forty-five miles per hour.

They’re going… Well, not that.

“Victor, slow down,” Yuuri begs, torn between closing his eyes to brace himself and keeping them open to try and stay alive. At this point, though, death is inevitable. He has accepted it. He’s going to die here, in a pink Cadillac, with figure skating world champion Victor Nikiforov driving him.

(Well, perhaps it’s not the worst way he could go out.)

Victor laughs, removing one hand from the wheel to brush his fingers through his hair, which is being pushed back by the wind. “Which pedal is the brake again?”

If possible, Yuuri feels his face pale more. “How could you not–”

“I’m just kidding,” Victor promises, but Yuuri has a feeling he wasn’t kidding.

The car slows, yes, but apparently Victor can’t swivel them and slow them down at the same time, because he swerves into the other lane. Yuuri thanks every deity possible that they’re not on a populated road. “Okay, pull over,” he commands.

“Really?” Victor asks.


“By ‘pull over’ you mean…?”

“Stop the car, Victor.”

“In the middle of the road?”

Yuuri exhales. He loves Victor, he reminds himself. They’re engaged, he reminds himself. Victor has his moments, he reminds himself. Good and bad, just like everyone else. This just happens to be one of the bad. In a way, it’s almost humbling. “Okay, press the brake.”

Victor hesitates.

“The pedal on the left,” he adds.

The car slows down, Yuuri takes hold of the wheel and guides them off of the dirt road and onto the grass, where they come to a complete stop. “Now get out of the car.”

“I can’t drive anymore?”

Yuuri gets out of his side, heads over to Victor’s and tugs on his arm until he’s out of the seat. “You lost your privileges earlier when you asked if a yellow light is basically the same thing as a green light.”

“Can I sit on your lap, at least?”


Victor pouts at him.

He can’t say yes, he reminds himself, because he loves him. He wouldn’t want Victor to die on his watch. So he shakes his head, but squeezes Victor’s hand. “You can pick the music.”


mamawasabi  asked:

Can I request...headcanons? Is that it? XD anyways, can I request those with MTMTE Megatron and human s/o that loves chasing him around through the air vents? Like he never knows where or when they'll show up but *POOF* they do? Love the blog babbs!


Hope you don’t mind but this’ll be a bit more of a story/fic than headcanons ^^” I like to think out how scenarios will happen

(Rip everyone who is on mobile and read mores don’t work)

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And though she would ask why, and you would always delay the answer, the fact remained.

She couldn’t see you. 


She couldn’t see you up until the moment after the sprite’s second prototyping.

Because you were dead all along. 


We are all completely blown away by this stunning revelation.

Wow. Dead. Really? Like a ghost?


Uh so this is what I’ve been doing for the past nearly a month

anonymous asked:

i was going to say "oh what if orion is a member of the functionists" but then i thought oh hed be going against his function which then led me to: were all the fuctionists sparked as parts of a key? we heard nothin abt this in the og universe, and ik it turned out 2 be bullshit, but

The Functionalist Council did exist in the original universe, I believe, and presumably their function there is the same as it is in the Functionalist Universe. I got the impression that they do genuinely all turn into a key, it just turns out that the key is unnecessary, and thus ultimately ornamental. Where the Functionalist Council came from and how they ended up with such an alt-mode is hopefully a question that will be answered at some point, because now that you’ve got me thinking about it I’m realising how thoroughly weird everything about them is.