Alright,

Let's dance.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

If you don't mind multiples then please excuse me while I put some in for Title Tales.

The warmth of sun-warmed stone (warms me to the bone)

Thorin Oakenshield/Female Harry Potter

When the Resurrection Stone drops into Lady Harriet Potter's hand after she whispers to the Snitch, "I open at the close," she finds herself transported to a throne room, where a regal male stares at her with pale eyes and breathes, "Daughter of Mandos."

[signaturedish]

hey man its me again, I know, I know booooo I did my annual reread of perfectly alien and im back again... as always I hope you know how much your fic has altered my brain and your work will forever be immortalized in my heart. Never gonna pressure you to write bro ily bro thank you for free gift of writing bro ughhuhhuhhfggg im such a sucker for big bad being a softie dad bro just so you know I'll always be a fan also I'll pay if you ever come back haha im bargaining again dw about it but im being fr 100% no cap okay see you next year bro

ffkfjkfjkfjklf ily2 thank you so so soooo much like truly I run out of words when you’re this sweet. I’d never take your money tho! If I ever decide to go back, I’d just write it and hope it met your expectations.

See you again next year lol, hope you’re doing well!

[peterthreee]

not peter, but elsa! elsa spidersona…? uhhh

[biggerbagofsin]

:)

[coolmaycroft]

[signaturedish]

Hello, I've read perfectly alien completely over 10 times since 2017 and I don't think I'll ever get sick of it. (I like to listen to it in audio book mode through the FF app) I just want to say that I'm very grateful that you share your stories for free. I honestly am willing to pay for this because the story telling and emotions you convey through words always hit me. Thank you for making and sharing your work. If PA has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth.

Hello biggerbagofsin!

That is one of the most incredibly kind things anyone has ever said to me and I just wanted to really thank you. I kind of abruptly abandoned this blog for a while and was really nervous about coming back for anything, but you and others in my asks definitely deserve responses. You’ve all been so amazing and I’m so glad I wrote even things I didn’t finish because of the people I got to meet in the process.

I’m going to go through my backlog right now so I just wanted to respond and say that you taking the time to read things I wrote years ago means so much more than money and I really do appreciate you for sticking through all my nonsense!!

I also wanted to officially declare Perfectly Alien abandoned, I won’t delete it and I noticed you left a really good idea for compiling some of the PA adjacent stuff here on ao3 which I’m going to check out- that’s a great idea. But the main story is over- it’s not something I’m excited about anymore, although it’s one of my favorite works and I have really fond memories thanks to all of you, it’s not something I look forward to.

And besides that, on a stickier note. HP used to be my crossover vehicle since the world is simple and the characters are easy to change, I have a ton of fics I adore from the HP fandom and every now and then I read one, but the author has thoroughly trashed my enthusiasm for engaging with that world any further. Death of the author is a messy subject when that author is alive and using their profits to actively harm others, and this discourse has certainly been discussed in better ways than I ever could multiple times over. But for me, I understand reasons people have for engaging anyways, this isn’t a place for judgement- I wrote PA during the Bayverse lmao- but it’s not fun anymore.

Anyway this response has gone on long enough and if anyone has bothered to read all of it, thank you so much. I’m going to go through all my asks, and then do some overhauls for this blog. I’m moving away from TF and HP and I fully understand and encourage jumping ship if that’s what you came here for, I’m going to be moving forward with more current interests now.

[biggerbagofsin]

Tysm for responding! Authors rarely give closure. Which is understandable it's not a requirement or a job. Am I completely heart broken beyond repair? Short answer is yes but nothing against you of course. I understand moving away from a Fandom. I will always hold harry potter in my heart fondly but I can't say I read with the same fervor anymore.This story was one of the last ones I follow from my teenage years and it'll always hold a place in my heart so thank you (crying sobbing weeping)

[brobotsbro]

I still love thinking about the differences between cybertronian/human anatomy and lifestyle and hilarious confusion that could result

[brobotsbro]

kids: so where's Optimus?

ratchet, for the third day in a row: sleeping

kids: STILL?????

alt:

Bulkhead: wait you have to do this every night??? every night?

Miko, confused: yeah?? otherwise I'm too tired to function lol

bulkhead: have you like??? talked to anyone about this??? are you sure you aren't sick??

Miko: wait how often do you have to sleep?

Bulkhead: Well I absolutely have to only about once every five or so earth months, but--

Miko: five--

[brobotsbro]

Ratchet: it's been 25 years and they still haven't put your gallbladder back? What ineptitude. Sounds like some colleagues I used to have.

June: ??? Why??? Would they put it back???

Ratchet: ?????? Shouldn't they have fixed it by now??? After 25 years????

[signaturedish]

Can we have some SG Megatron and Original Harry interactions?

I should really stop dragging my feet and just make a companion fic huh. This is a pretty good setup for getting anon-inspired chapter ideas though! In like a plotline journal entry kind of way lol.

Warning! I already said I found this dynamic interesting so this got long again. 

Keep reading

[signaturedish]

Can we get a what if femme Harry met Starscream first??!!

Ooh now that’s a unique scenario!

I’ve already stated in previous posts that I wouldn’t do a baby femme Harry just because the main additions to the story would be childbride based almost exclusively (and I doubt that’s the kinda fun we want here) so I’ll be borrowing from the one shot femme Harry PA au I’m working on and already posted an excerpt from as my base.

(Warning for some adult language)

Keep reading

[signaturedish]

Can we have some baby! Sparkling Harry interactions with Megatron? (If Harry was mentally 5ish)

Thanks for asking, anon!

Sorry for the wait. My wifi kept quitting on me and either crashing the app or not saving anything I wrote so I was taking breaks to recover my will to live lol

This is the baby harry au in case you weren’t referencing the tag, I’m going to be jumping off my original post since Megatron’s introduction to Harry is summarized there.

Megatron crafted the sparkling wing of his base to allow Harry a modicum of independence, but Harry prefers to spend the majority of his day perched on his guardian in some fashion. It’s commonplace to find him sprawled out on a claw, clambering over a pauldron, or scaling his chest plates with Megatron frozen in place and tracking his movement carefully. He’s less polite and more hyper-active as a five-year-old so although he is scolded when he gets too adventurous, it’s very easy for him to forget his promises and use Megatron like a jungle gym.

Soundwave never thought he’d have to speak to his warlord about being a pushover parent, but Megatron has a very bad habit of never discouraging behavior that relates to Harry being close and focused on him for any reason. Especially after it took far too long to make Harry understand that his touch was not unwelcome.

Thankfully Harry adores Megatron and is starving for approval, so his misbehavior never strays past overexcitement and lighthearted mischief. He takes his reading and history lessons very seriously and would happily sit before Megatron and read his assigned texts aloud for hours if he had to. Megatron should know, during one of the initial stabs at providing an education it took Thundercracker tentatively questioning how long a child’s attention span normally lasts for him to realize Harry had been hard at work for a solid eight hours.

At that point, Harry was overworking his vocal synthesizer and had grown hot to the touch in his efforts to overcome his own unruly processors. The mothering that ensued would go down in history as one of epic proportions, it involved a great deal of yelling and careful lukewarm showers to bring his temperature down without shocking his system. His lessons were placed on hold for the rest of the week and Harry’s nap stretched to almost twenty-four hours recovering the energy wasted schooling a frame incapable of that kind of strict handling.

It freaked everyone out that a sparkling had allowed themselves to be overworked without even the mildest of complaints and recesses became an enforced activity afterward. It was a favorite reward among troops to suggest or even volunteer for those activities (which more often than not was indiscriminate cuddle time much to the delight of basically everyone) but Megatron found himself looking forward to breaks in lecture as well.

Every now and then, Harry would drum up the courage to request a song. It never mattered what kind of song Megatron chose, be it a lullaby or somber hymn, Harry was his rapt listener. And even rarer still than these requests, Harry would find himself too energized or awed to remain silent and would join in.

His tiny, lisping lyrics came in a croon and his paper-thin wings swayed artfully behind him. He would spin in circles harmonizing with his guardian until eventually, inevitably, the song would be but a footnote in the optimal status signal hooking into his synthesizers instead. Each time was the next greatest treasure in Megatron’s memory banks, enshrined with his proudest achievements. He would stare, mesmerized, at the purest display of trust and love a sparkling was capable of until his own answering rumble choked his song out of existence.

Five-year-olds are so much more upfront about their feelings. It was criminal, how freely Harry wielded ‘I love you’ against his hapless victims. Not that he was overly familiar with friends he made around the base, in fact he was incredibly discerning about who got to receive such powerful words. The problem was that once a bot fell into whatever unspoken criteria Harry felt deserving of his love, they were subject to it constantly.

Megatron finds himself on the brink of pump failure every other hour when smack dab in the middle of civil exchange, Harry presses himself close and stares up at him with huge green optics and says ‘I love you, Lord Megatron’ with the all-encompassing sincerity only a child could possess. He says it during goodbyes, in thanks, right before bed, sometimes he just sighs it out as easily as breathing nuzzled up against Megatron’s throat.

Decepticons long-used to bowing and scraping before a megalomaniacal dictator with a primed laser cannon and scorching temper find themselves abruptly dumped in a mirror dimension. Where he once wielded a weapon scalding to the touch from the last recruit to bring bad news, now there was a sparkling dangling from his jagged helm. Where he had once conducted his court with an exclusive mix of wrathful silence and monologues on their own inferiority, he now spoke in milder tones and periodically interrupted himself to exchange soft words with his sparkling.

Much to the Decepticons’ rising hysteria, these exchanges more often than not ended in lisping ’love you’s that were always, always returned with ’I love you as well, little one’.

Thankfully, their grim certainty that Bonecrusher has accidentally hit a gas chamber during construction and flooded the Decepticon base with hallucinogenic fumes was quickly dispelled upon meeting the brave little sparkling. Administered with any direct interaction with him, they were left only relieved that Megatron wasn't crazed enough to not recognize that he was in possession of the most precious spark Primus ever parted with.

It was obvious to anyone with a functioning cortex, from the Decepticon grunt to an Autobot troop to Harry himself, that the adoration Megatron’s infant sparkling held for him was returned a thousandfold.

Thanks for your patience!

[signaturedish]

What was OP thinking when Harry asked him to rename him? And then his happy dancing? Bc tbh that was cute as hell and OP just—fritzing was also funny

Aww thanks, I had a lot of fun writing such an adorable scene!

Sorry about the wait, I got a weirdly intense influx of business. Idk why every third family in my area had to vacation right now.

I’m just gonna jump right into it, since I really did love that scene and would be happy to expand on it a little further.

At first he was completely shocked. He really thought it was gonna be Ratchet who named him if Harry was gonna pick a new name at all, so that came right out of nowhere. 

And then when Harry asks about shooting him down, some jaded part of Optimus wonders if Harry simply doesn’t want a new name and is using Optimus’ comparatively calmer presence to come to terms with that.

He was glad to provide security, it was his duty, but it would be unwise to hope for more.

As a Prime and then, later, as the Prime who banished the Allspark, he hadn’t ever thought he’d have the opportunity to name a sparkling. He hadn’t even considered it, the notion was so far past what he felt could he had the right to expect.

Still, on the off-chance Harry was being sincere, no matter how unlikely, he would give Harry the one and only name Prime would ever give another being.

He spent the entire night silent and apart from the others, contemplating all he knew of Harry. They hadn’t interacted directly very often, but Prime was always watching, always checking on the physical and spiritual wellbeing of their youngest charge.

It was a difficult decision.

What he’d seen, since their very first day at the base, was humbling. Harry was a gentle creature, naturally empathetic with a strong sense of justice. Genuinely good sparks like that were rare to the point of nonexistence now, an age of battle and death had tarnished even the most honorable of Autobots by the end. 

Besides that, how could Prime concisely summarise even a vague approximation of the hopes and wishes pinned on Harry at this very moment? The first child in a millennia, holder of the Allspark, alien-born, so much of him was new and stunningly bright in their darkest hour.

When Harry finally reconvenes with him the following morning, Prime awaits his decision. He’ll make his peace with whatever Harry decides, whether it be to ignore him completely, contemplate the matter further, or demand his answer as soon as they come to a halt out beyond the base.

It was then, when Harry did ask for a name, that he understood his own caution to be a complete lie. He hadn’t realized how much of himself he’d invested in this endeavor, how unfathomably precious this moment would be to him, until Harry peered up at him oh so shyly, and requested Prime’s designation.

This wasn’t a duty, Prime realized past the searing ache of his own spark expanding far past the limits of its casing, it was a gift in every meaning of the word. And he had been desperate to recieve it.

It was all he could do to croak out his heartfelt gratitude. Wonder was such a rare thing to feel, and yet Prime felt fit to bursting. He had inspired within the last sparkling enough trust and affection to allow him a lifelong connection, and he wasn’t terribly certain how to exist in a world wondrous enough for that to occur.

He can see it the moment Harry accepts, the flurry of coding burrowing it into the deepest recesses of Harry’s processors, overwriting and overruling until it is Silverline who looks back at him. 

And Prime...soaks it in. Like a flower towards the sun, he is enraptured. For once, he is not a Prime staring down at his charge, that is much too plain for what he’s feeling. Formalities and obligations withered and died in the intensity of his own vulnerability. Here, he is simply Optimus, watching over his child. 

Silverline warbles a simple thanks over his com, as if he hadn’t given him the greatest blessing Prime could dream of, as if Prime could part with any of his own gratitude and share it with the sparkling. He is helpless to communicate this, though. The appropriate words too grand and complicated to fit past the lump in his throat.

Silverline’s expressive optics shimmer with gentle care, his posture is open and utterly relaxed, and his charming little wings pluck and pull at his heartstrings with every swoop.

Optimus doesn’t dare reach out and interrupt the sparkling, he’s never had the privilege of being so close to Silverline without a pall snuffing out any of his natural light and he couldn’t bear to ruin this moment stumbling through affection. Silverline’s happiness was dazzling at it’s brightest, it was easy to see how his troops might become possessive over this feeling.

Then, the world melts.

A syrupy, honey-sweet haze slogs Optimus’ processors to a crawl. His spark skips. splutters, and dies right in his chest and Optimus can only watch as overheating warnings and system failures roll in.

Muddled and confused, Optimus waits for the burning fire in his fuel pump to ease and for death to take him.

Except, he doesn’t die? It feels like he should be dead by now, he has most certainly ceased functioning. But as one second, two seconds, fifteen seconds carries on without him, he remains trapped in place.

True awareness swam just before him, elusive, but close enough to that snippets of stimuli brushed him. It was overwhelming, a tidal wave of excruciating emotions, none of which were upsetting, but that only made them more confusing.

His feeble matrix buzzed and whirred with the effort to drag him to the forefront of himself, and he is forced to process the audio data first. It is a purring hum, low and easy. It is a single note that snatches him up by his very core and yanks him out of his daze.

It is an optimal status alert, and it is directed solely at him.

If there were air left in his vents, Optimus might’ve choked. He was left reeling, the burning in his fuel pump ticking higher and higher as what he understood that it must be elation scorching through him. Satisfaction, praise at its highest, acceptance at it’s deepest, a bot wasn’t built to withstand such a brutal onslaught of unrefined joy.

His visual data was processed next, unrelenting, and the sweet haze gumming up his processors doubled its efforts.

Silverline was killing him, Optimus was sure. It was the most deadly, precious attack he’d ever witnessed.

Silverline was dancing. His paper thin wings fluttering wide and trusting, his optics huge and bright and focused right on Optimus. His steps were spiraling, childish, shrouded in Optimus’ shadow as Silverline danced mere inches from him. The optimal status alert hikes higher in volume with each almost-brush of armor, and Optimus couldn’t have torn himself away for all the galaxy.

I trust you, Silverline said in so much more than words, I love you. Stay with me and love me too.

It was a moment of intimacy that would only feel like hello in hindsight. Like they were finally reaching each other, like a bond could be forged. Whatever struggles cluttered their path were at once, easily defeated so long as they stayed together.

Optimus drifted in the euphoria of that connection. In so fiercely loving and being loved in return that he was rooted in place like an insect in warm amber. He could’ve stayed like that for eons, or until Silverline did something else so unreasonably dear that he really did crash.

Thankfully, although he did not feel very charitably toward Bumblebee in that moment, the scout shattered his amber with a loud radio clip and ushered Silverline back to their human charges with a teasing whistle.

Creaking, aged and wizened beyond his admittedly formidable years, Prime straightens and tries to look less wrecked. From the aura of smugness permeating the air, he isn’t succeeding.

-Ventilate, Prime- Bumblebee eventually suggests, and it is only then that it occurs to him that he should do something about the overheating problem reaching critical temperatures in his systems.

He ventilates.

[animepolaroid]

[BLOOM] - reposted w/ permission

[callese]

refseek.com

www.worldcat.org/

link.springer.com

http://bioline.org.br/

repec.org

science.gov

pdfdrive.com

[carolinecrane]

PDFDrive stopped working a couple months ago, but you can try oceanofpdf.com instead.

[thinknicht]

Aubri is as amazing as always. Thank you so much for these amazing pieces of fanart for the Sixth Shadow!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ravewoodx]

[nnnovvvammm]

🍻🍻

[haruno-sakura-cherrychan]

🌸 Haruno Sakura comes 3rd in Naruto Poll 🌸

“The fact that Sakura is so beloved by many people around the world made me proud as a writer” - Kishimoto

Proud of all Sakura fans for recognising a truly amazing character.

[softswagi]

my love