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“You made a mistake.”

@florbe-triz‘s delinquent AU is pretty neat if you ask me.

Ryan’s ridiculous snap threats in the latest Criminal Masterminds video were perfect. Sure, when he’s out and about as the Vagabond he is all calculated menace and chilling intention, the Mercenary does not make empty threats, but Ryan? Sitting in the car getting cut off in traffic, off-site listening to his crew being disrespected over the comms, unreasonably affronted in the face of yet another missing meal in his take-out order, Ryan?

He spits ludicrous, impractical, completely disproportionate threats as easily as breathing; a wide variety of almost childishly extreme declarations, though his clear go-to is almost always some variation of i’ll set your house on fire. It’s been hissed and shouted, furiously snarled like a promise and crankily muttered under his breath like a particularly murderous gremlin. Ryan’s said it at couriers and telemarketers, to contract killers and unfortunately placed stop signs, about television screens, errant traffic lights and literally anyone he’s not allowed to directly punish for insulting a member of the FAHC.

It’s the kind of threat that, while undeniably terrifying from the infamous Vagabond, would be silly hyperbole from anyone with less blood on their hands. The kind of threat that keeps the rest of the crew in stitches, snorting laughter and rolling their eyes, fond exasperation in the face of what is essentially the sulky tantrum of a disgruntled mercenary. The kind of threat one says just to say it, stress relief and dark fantasy, nasty little dreams Ryan has no intention of actually following through on. Except for when he does.

So glad to be finished these. XD Prolly some mistakes that’ll haunt me, but least I fixed the worst one, so for now, I am content. lol

i was thinking about ravenclaw jungkook and slytherin yoongi but per usual my brain took it in a weird direction where when they’re grown-up in the happy ending version jungkook is flight instructor and yoongi, unconventional as it seems, is the charms professor. ah. it’s just a drabble….there’s a sad ending alternative too but i didn’t post that one. yet. 



[ version ii ]


“you need to stop making flowers grow in my classroom windows. they make me look approachable.”

“you are approachable.”

“but they don’t need to know that right away!”

jungkook sighs and laughs but the two don’t really mix so he ends up coughing a little. yoongi rubs wide circles along his back while he adjusts his glasses with his other hand, three books floating in front of him as he flips through the pages inscrutably. once jungkook has recovered enough to talk again, he wheezes a little, pink in his cheeks as he says, “you were never scary. not even when we were students.”

“i never said i wanted to be scary.”

“mmhm,” jungkook hums and leans in close to thread his arms around yoongi’s middle, drawing him close enough to perch his chin on yoongi’s shoulder, breathing in deep the smell of him – a replete mixture of sun, forest, fire, and something like roses. this last comes from some of the charms that yoongi has been teaching, charms for helping things grow – not silly sweetheart tricks like a bloom from a quill, but the lasting everlong northern star kind of growth…the kind that stays. yoongi has for years complained that this particular spell should smell like lavender and not roses but jungkook said to him the last time they had this conversation: but of course it’s roses. yoongi mumbled muttered and moaned a little more to himself about it but jungkook could tell it was more bluster than actual discontent, and yoongi has long since gone on teaching said charm anyway. so there’s that.

besides, jungkook, for all that he likes scents such as vanilla, the first day of winter, and the summer ocean most of all, he also has a soft spot for the iconically romantic flower. among other things, he likes that the different colors can stand for different kinds of love. he thinks of the bouquet of yellow roses that taehyung once brought him and all the other colors yoongi turned until taehyung laughed and drew one from the bundle, offered it to yoongi himself and said: come on, i’ll bring you yours next time.

“at least stop interrupting my classes…” yoongi sighs in a way that would be long-suffering except that it’s quite the opposite, a hundred thousand times the opposite, belied by how his hand slips to rest at jungkook’s waist and hooks him that much closer, close enough for jungkook to tilt his head and press a whisper of a kiss to the line of yoongi’s jaw.

“sure,” he says.

“lying isn’t a cardinal point of a ravenclaw.”

“and being charming isn’t a slytherin’s either.”

“i guess that makes us even.”

when jungkook doesn’t reply, yoongi leans back just enough to look down at him properly. somehow the slight pout to jungkook’s mouth is unsettlingly becoming, and by now yoongi knows better what it means, knows jungkook is saying without saying exactly what would make them ‘even’.

not able to deny him anything in quite some time, he angles down quick and sharp – a kiss with acute magic made of moments rather than witchcraft, a kiss that says here is my heart, here is my heart, here is my heart and hold onto it for me, hold onto me and here. yoongi kisses jungkook and he remembers the first time this happened – how jungkook was asleep in the infirmary, how yoongi wasn’t supposed to be there at all, how the hour was late and the moon was full and yoongi knelt beside his bed and whispered: next time, i’m going to save you.

it was the kind of thing a teenager says because he’s scared, the kind of thing any person says because they’re scared…because they’re scared and in love.

that kind of thing.

jungkook remembers too: the events preceding, the dark dark dark of the forest despite that full moon which could not quite touch where they had fallen, the nauseating pain in his side that sent his body alight with unhealthy shivers, the cold hard grip of yoongi’s hands on his shoulders and the low desperate rasp of his voice begging jungkook to stay with him. that night yoongi’s words were fighting some kind of current trying to pull jungkook under, and it’s curious to him that while almost everything else from that near disaster is a blur, yoongi is not. if he closes his eyes, he can hear him plain as if it was yesterday, as if it was seconds ago: please – i swore on my family name i’d never beg for anything again but i’m breaking that now and i don’t give a fuck just…hey…hey don’t… – and on it had gone. jungkook remembers how what scared him most was not the danger he himself was in but how deathly still yoongi went amidst his hysteria. he had to ask later what yoongi saw, but in the moment, against his own fear, against a bigger nightmare, he remembers conjuring his own patronus, remembers thinking that it looked ridiculous – a rabbit the breadth of the moon it seemed, banishing the cold.

in the here and now, it’s spring. when yoongi breaks away everything is warm and jungkook can’t help himself. he reaches toward yoongi’s ear and just behind it to draw out a rose.

yoongi’s nose wrinkles.

“what kind of magic trick–”

“just take it.”

they stare at each other and some unofficial contest starts. neither of them wins and neither loses, the stampede of yoongi’s impending class echoing through the school corridors as jungkook flips backwards out of the window onto his waiting broom because why do anything the easy way? the smile he sends yoongi is warm and smart and if yoongi died right then and there he supposes he’d be alright with that except for the bit about leaving jungkook behind.

he watches his husband do three unnecessarily risky climbs and dives on that ridiculously expensive broom before he flies out of sight, presumably to teach his next batch of first years. sometimes when yoongi doesn’t have his own classes, he’ll wander to where jungkook is teaching and watch from what he deems to be a reasonable distance. once or twice headmaster namjoon has caught him and joked whether or not yoongi needed more to do, after which yoongi promptly left. later, loitering in the astronomy tower, namjoon admitted with heartbreaking softness: it makes me happy…it makes me happy, to see you happy.

yoongi charmed a star out of the dark, had it hover near namjoon’s right eye and said: i want to see you happy too.

blinking, yoongi is caught off guard (this happens, when you disappear into reverie, it would seem) as a paper plane soars in through the window and narrowly misses his head, gliding to a perfect landing on his desk. when he unfolds it, he shakes his head at the writing there: you dropped your flower!

crouching, yoongi retrieves it, and despite his initial scoffing, yoongi wears said flower behind his ear for the rest of the day.

it’s not lost on his students that the rose? is blue.

lyricablog  asked:

Hi I'm currently working on a comic featuring The Golden Age and therefore working on Cybertron itself. Problem is there is apparently no definite map or clear information on how it's distributed, only bits and pieces everywhere. Does the wiki have any page where it's all gathered up and better organized? The best way I found how to do this was to go to each character's profile page and note down any possible mentions of regions cities lands...

The closest we’ve ever got to a layout for Cybertron is in this (very) rough map, which was just a basic internal document from Hasbro’s “Binder of Revelation,” which was published in the Transformers Vault.

You can see, the far side is just a mirror-flipped version of the front, which was itself just a de-colorized version of the planet seen in Transformers: The Ultimate Guide:

And of course, only a scant few of Cybertron’s known named cities are included on it. Our categories regarding locations on Cybertron are a bit scattered; check out “Polities on Cybertron” for what’s probably our best list of cities, and also the “Cybertron” category itself for other notable locations on the planet like the Rust Sea or the Sonic Canyons.