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silverjirachi · 7 months

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silverjirachi’s Works and WIPs Master Post - 2023

I have a lot in the works and a lot to be completed so I figured I’d put an updated list all in one cohesive place. This will also be available on a page on my blog directly, in case you want to check in.

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Pokemon Fandom

The Dead Sea Trilogy, @the-dead-sea-trilogy

Pokemon RSE / ORAS

Pairing: Archie & Maxie

Book 1: The Devil and the Dead Sea (complete) - 76,000 words

“So, where would you be, Mr. Sunshine, if the blistering sun dried up the raging sea?"

The first book in my hardenshipping trilogy, The Devil and the Dead Sea, focuses on Maxie's desperation to reach the Seafloor Cavern. After his own plans fall through, he must enlist the help of his enemy in order to reach his goals, and joins hands with Team Aqua in order to reach the cavern.

But along the way, a hidden romance is discovered between the two teams, and Maxie must bring his team - and his own sanity - back under control, lest he lose everything he's ever worked for in the process.

A traditional Enemies-to-Lovers - featuring many parties Maxie does not want to be at. Gossip, nonsense, sad feelings, and sea shanties ensue.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Courtney, Tabitha, Shelly, Matt, Groudon & Kyogre, original Team Magma/Team Aqua crew, Maxie and Archie fighting and falling in love on a ship.

Link to AO3

Book 2: Icarus and the Blistering Sun (being updated actively!) ~ 100,000 words

Thanks for instilling dreams in me, Max. I’m off to pursue mine. See you when I awaken the great and mighty KYOGRE!!

The preqel to The Devil and the Dead Sea, Icarus and the Blistering Sun tells the story of the beginnings of Archie and Maxie's relationship-turned-rivalry, and how there once was a close partnership and even a friendship therein - and how it all went so bitterly, catastrophically wrong.

Follow a young, aspiring, college-age Maxie as he strives to find his calling. He and Archie--along with one other peculiar blue-haired scientist--travel the region to chart and discover the legendary Pokemon--inadvertently feeding this information directly into the hands of Team Rocket.

Featuring Even More Parties that Maxie Does Not Want to Be At, and Colress, who is only there to break rules. There is some light Maxie/Colress content, a peculiar and disastrous ship I am referring to as FeralScienceShipping

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Colress (B2W2), Petrel (HGSS), Domino (Team Rocket, Mewtwo Returns), Archie's encounter with Jirachi, Maxie's backstory, and the inception of Team Magma

Link to AO3

Book 3: Mother Earth and Her Infinite Sky (wip) ~ 100,000 words (probably)

“Thwarted by two twelve year old kids." Maxie paused again. “Hm. I don’t like that this is a recurring pattern for some reason.” “It’s like every region’s just linin’ up waitin’ for their next apocalypse,” Archie laughed. “Who’s next? Kalos? Alola? Sinnoh?” “Please don’t talk like that.” “What? Why?” “Sinnoh is home to creatures far more powerful than Kyogre and Groudon.”

The third book in the Dead Sea Trilogy, in which Archie and Maxie (and their third wheel, Colress) are working together to build something new from the ashes of their two retired teams. They join forces with their mutual parole officer (Looker) to keep themselves out of jail, and to a stop to an emerging threat in the Sinnoh region.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Colress, Looker, Matt, Shelly, Courtney, Tabitha, Team Galactic, Archie and Maxie's fledgling romantic relationship, Courtney's weird computer thing, and the Creation Trio.

Spinoff: Ophelia and the King’s Madness (wip) ~ 140,000 words

"N's heart is pure and innocent. But there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence."

This is one of only three quotes uttered by Concordia in the entire game. Ophelia tells the story of Ghetsis' lesser-known children, Anthea and Concordia, and how Concordia came to the conclusion she did. It explores Team Plasma as a cult, Ghetsis as its leader, and the two sisters as sheltered prisoners in their own "heavenly" home.

The story centers greatly on Concordia and the secret, romantic relationship she develops with Colress, who hides a great portion of who he is while continuing to experiment with Team Plasma and Project Genesect behind her back.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Anthea, Concordia, Colress, N, Ghetsis, Project Genesect, the logistics of Team Plasma as a cult, Ghetsis' manipulation of Anthea & Concordia in order to "correctly raise" raise N.

LINK TO PREVIEW: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28881342/chapters/70850358

Currently Unnamed: Dead Sea Trilogy one shots collection (brainstormed)

This will be a collection of related stories and one-shots featuring the cast of characters from the Dead Sea Trilogy, similar in vibe and feeling to Stories from Exile.

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The Legend of Zelda

Exile//Vilify (complete) ~ 150,000 words

The boy was special, and he intended to find out why.

An origin story for Astor from Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity, Exile//Vilify tells the story of those that are chosen, and those who are not.

Astor has trained since childhood to become the next Royal Seer, but he is plagued with a dark secret: a prophecy that states that he will one day be expelled from the castle, sent into exile, and devote his life to Calamity Ganon.

General fiction, no extensive ship content. Featuring Astor as the royal seer, Astor having a deep, meaningful relationship with Zelda's mother, and a Fate-worshipping cult that calls themselves the Royal Order of the Seers.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Astor, Zelda's mother, King Rhoam, Master Kohga & Sooga, original Hylian characters, a deconstruction of the concept of fate & predestination, and an exploration of Astor's cult/eventual worship of Calamity Ganon.

Link to AO3

Stories from Exile ~ 50,000 words (ongoing)

In which Kohga and Sooga are really just friends.

Stories from Exile is a collection of one-shots, short stories, and other just general snippets, some much more serious than others, that are related to the world of Exile//Vilify. Majority focuses on "evil" Astor - aka, his time spent in exile - and his misadventures with the Yiga Clan, although there are a handful of stories of Royal Seer Astor in Hyrule Castle, including a few heartwarming ones with the baby Princess Zelda.

The Totally-Platonic relationship of Kohga and Sooga really takes the cake here though, and a great handful of stories also focus on Yiga-Clan shenanigans. There is a table of contents at the beginning so you are able to sort through and find what you'd like.

Updated sporadically as new ideas strike me, all canon or semi-canon to Exile//Vilify.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Master Kohga, Sooga, Astor, Lady Urbosa, Princess Zelda, the rest of the HWAOC crew. Antics.

Link to AO3

Trouble Will Find Me (wip)

"If I stay here, trouble will find me // If I stay here, I'll never leave." -The National, "Sea of Love"

Trouble Will Find Me stands as a prequel to Exile//Vilify. It is a story that focuses on Astor's mentor, Thelem, and what brought him to the Royal Order of the Seers, and to the events that take place right before his first meeting with Astor.

This is Thelem's origin story, featuring the formative years he spends on Satori Mountain, finding himself, his meeting and relationship with Azelphir, and a more in-depth look at the culture and religion of the Order of the Seers.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Thelem, Azelphir, deeper lore of the Order of the Seers, Thelem's origin story, Thelem and Azelphir's underlying feelings for one another. Blupees, Koroks, Hyrule's other supernatural phenoma, and the Lord of the Mountain.

PREVIEW - AO3

Rewoven into the Stars (complete) ~ 8,000 words

And this new king before him, he wasn’t like the old one. He was stubborn and sweet.

Rewoven into the Stars was a gift/commission for a friend, which falls in the Stories from Exile universe. A portal opens through space-time and sends a rather strange (and kind) Ganondorf through. He and the formerly-royal seer spend the following weeks growing closer, even falling in love.

Featured Characters: Astor & Ganondorf from the Born Evil universe by @sherlocktheravencat

Link to AO3

Prophet to a Gerudo King (wip)

“Are you willing to vow your undying loyalty to me? From not just now unto death, but into all your future lives to come?"

A one-shot that muses on the pact between Astor and King Ganondorf, with Astor acting as Ganon's royal seer. Semi-canon prequel to Exile//Vilify, depending on how you look at it.

Featured Characters: Astor, pre-Calamity King Ganondorf

The Rhoam Cucking Chronicles (complete?) ~ 4,600 words

"He fucked my wife." -King Rhoam, in the games (real)

A shitpost about Astor fucking Zelda's mom, the Queen of Hyrule. Based in the world of Exile//Vilify / Stories from Exile. I (might?) add more silly portions to it someday, although it is unlikely. I can be bribed to do it, however, as I can be bribed to do many things...

Featured Characters/Concepts: Astor, Zelda's mom, King Rhoam, Astor fucking Zelda's mom (obviously)

Link to AO3

Hyrule is Doomed! (ongoing)

Hyrule may be in a lot of trouble, yes. But under Link's professional, expert, and yes, even reckless care -- it certainly will not be doomed.

Hyrule is Doomed! is a SILLY collection of one-shot stories that detail my chaotic, shirtless himbo playthrough of BOTW/TOTK. Featuring tales such as Link scaling the castle naked and with six hearts (and beating Windblight Ganon), going west instead of east off of the Great Plateau, and the ever-beloved Guardian Tipping.

Updated as ideas and the memories come to me, or when I do something stupid in BOTW/TOTK again.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Link being silly

"Link" to AO3

#my writing #fic updates #the dead sea trilogy #exile//vilify #hardenshipping #astor hwaoc #loz #fanfiction

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ashxketchum · 8 months

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hey me again, no thanks i'll stay anon since mimato shippers are super aggressive and bitter. Guess i don't have the right to argue since i am anon, so i'll just say koumi, jyoumi, and michi are all good ships with great quality and not-usually pervy fanart, and yeah the mishirou account's doing too much but hey at least they've yet to start begging+spamming on twitter saying "fuck you toei", while tagging every digimon tag possible in both english and japanese for the whole fandom to see right?

You're literally coming into my inbox and insulting me and then telling me that Mimato shippers are bitter and aggressive?? We've been the most bullied side of the fandom for so long, of course, we don't tiptoe on eggshells anymore, if you come for us we will fight back!!

Do you even know what Taiora fandom pulled during Mimato Week last week? Do you know how many times we have to go into the Mimato tag and see people bashing the ship, how many fanarts/fanfics have been deleted from every fandom site because of hate comments and reviews? We've been backed into a corner for years, and now that we have created a fun space for ourselves you lot have to come in and invade whenever you see us doing events and such. We are not bitter and aggressive, we are tired of the bullshit way the fandom has treated us for so long, anyone would lose the patience to be nice after what we've endured.

And pervy fanart, lmao are you 10 years old???

Please, the correct term is NSFW and the site called Pixiv that you claimed is a win for Koumi post tonnes of NSFW art of Mimi with every character so I don't know how Mimato shippers doing the same makes us evil - oh wait! Your next statement explains it, Koumi event mod is in the wrong BUT we are further in the wrong by your standards! So no other shipping fandom stirring up shit has to answer to anything but Mimato shippers must control themselves lol! What happened to letting anyone ship whatever they want? And as far as the tagging Toei is concerned, EVERY single Non-So/ra/to shipper has done that at some point, brave of you to assume that it's only Mimato fandom doing that. And since you did bring up the Reboot yesterday, there was a aggressive S/ora/to/Ta/ka/ri account on twitter that sent death threats to the Digimon anime's official account in replies and qrt's almost every week while the series was airing. And fyi, tags are meant to be used the exact way you just mentioned 🤣 Everyone posts whatever they dislike about the series in the main tags, for example, the Tri slander has always been off the charts in the Tri tags. But again, I get it, this behaviour is wrong only when Mimato shippers do it right?

Now I understand why you're refusing to come off anon, because you're probably one of those preachy blogs in the fandom that says stuff like "i support all ships uwu no hate to anyone uwu" but doesn't actually support all ships. Because you will hold the ship you hate accountable for any tiny mistake they may make while let the behaviour of other shipping fandoms slip under the radar.

You have a lot of audacity to continue to stay anon and disrupt my day and demand justifications from me over your own perceptions and opinions. Very easy for you to get on with your reputation in the fandom despite being a full bitch, while I am viewed as the "bitter and aggressive" person because I don't take shit sitting down.

#digimon #no wonder koumi tag is dead most of the time #because the shippers would rather pull shit like this then make their own content that they can enjoy #anonymous #answered

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kingofdinosaurs · 9 months

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3 6 8 9 12 14 24

feel free to answer however many of em you want for any media you're into (that I actually know)

sorry, unrelated, I just found out they let you DM people images now? What the fuck?

no yeah you can send people images now it rocks thank you for the bridge. going through all of them because im airport bored

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

ok well the worst one EVER was someone saying they thought potemkin should have died in xrd IN THE TAG which was. fucking rude and also totally stupid. honourable mention to that time so long ago i barely remember how it happened when i saw a pokespe fan assert that "wally could never have done what emerald did!" hey why do you think that. when wally was literally in the oras version of the battle frontier (I know oras was out because that's how i was a fan of wally. is it because he's disabled. i want you to fucking say it.

6. already answered!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

hmm... idk if it's even a common thing anymore because i avoid it like the plague but if i ever have to see "the knight doesn't have a mind or will" arguments again I'll like find whoever started it and put them in a jigsaw trap fuck you fuck you fuck you did you even play the game??? the delicate flower quest alone should be enough to prove you wrong. if the knight can't have its own agenda why the fuck would it go out of its way to do this small unnecessary kindness? also the narrative itself doesn't make sense if you assume the pale king is right about the knight, both in terms of "what was the fucking point then?" and because of the fucking. REASON THE KNIGHT CAME BACK TO HALLOWNEST. BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO HELP THEIR SIBLING. idk if this one is even common anymore but it was frustratingly common back in the day

9. worst part of canon

for persona there's so many choices i feel paralysed, as with blazblue, so I'll go with a wild card: dead cells! anyway anytime when someone acts like the beheaded is just cut and dry easy peasy The King like it can not be that fucking simple that's fucking stupid. he's literally the ship of theseus but a slime piloting around a headless corpse. like at this point you're just giving annoying youtubers ways to be more annoying quit itttttt

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

SYSTEMMMM i love system so fucking much I'm crazy about her. nobody gives a fuck about her because she's a relatively easy boss in a fighting game many people do not like (a crossover, no less!). but she fucking rocks so hard!!! she's so funny in every scene she's in, i really appreciate that about her. she's kind of like queen from deltarune if that helps anyone. it's not even hard to go watch like cross tag story mode it is literally all on youtube everyone who hasn't go meet her! she deserves some attention!

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

actually i can't lie i just like don't have it in me to trawl the fanfic mines anymore so idk what they're doing right now like it is No Longer my problem

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

oh god i have no clue. i don't get involved in arguments like this anymore for my health so i have no clue

#ask

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a-la-sante-du-progres · 1 year

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There are tropes that I can't stand in any fandom but Les Mis: soulmates, soulbonds, A/B/O, crack ships, fodder ships, everyone is queer, enemies to lovers and many others.

The most incredulous one are self insert OC, I can't read them even with Les Mis (actually I have all variants of #Enjolras x reader tags blocked) but I've been cradling this plot for years: self insert me as a cool adventurer ora sexy pirate. Cool pirate me barges in the Pontmercy spouses' life, I convince Cosette to drop Marius' ass, I bring her to Valjean if it's not too late so I save Valjean from his heartbreak death but also slap him because he told the fucking truth to Marius of all people and not to his own daughter and he decided in Cosette's place. Then I set up some epic heist to help her to steal back the money Marius stole her with their marriage thank to the Napoleon Code. In the end we leave for a world tour, JVJ can tag along I guess if he doesn't get controlling with Cosette. It could be comfortably written as Eposette now that I think about it.

This plot owes his life to the unbridled rage I had felt reading the brick since the Marisette marriage until the last word.

#les miserables #fanfic plotting #self insert #Cosette x fem!OC #Eponine/Cosette #anti marisette #les mis #jean valjean #cosette #marius pontmercy #shitposting to some grade #but not at 100% I might actually write it some day #anti marius pontmercy #jean valjean critical #but also #jean valjean must be protected #eposette #femslash

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lady-wallace · 3 years

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Whumptober Day 7: JJBA

Kid Jolyne gets herself into trouble today.

You can also find me on: Instagram or Ko-fi

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Day 7: My Spidey-Sense is Tingling

Prompts Used: helplessness | numbness | blindness

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (between part 4&5)

Character: Jolyne

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"I bet you're too chicken to go in there."

Jolyne bristled, folding her arms over her chest as she glowered at the two other girls. Kara and Sophia were only a couple years older than her but they thought they knew so much.

"I am not," she protested, stomping her foot.

Sophia put her hands on her hips. "Then prove it."

Jolyne growled low in her throat, trying to ignore the creepy old house that was standing behind her back. It had been abandoned for a long time, and was on the way to Jolyne's school so a lot of the kids had all kinds of creepy rumors about it. It was definitely haunted, Jolyne was sure, not to mention falling down. Part of her knew how stupid it would be to actually go in there, but on the other hand…if she did go in and nothing happened to her (which her rational side said was the most likely outcome since ghosts probably weren't real) then she could only gain respect from all her classmates as well as the older kids.

And maybe then Kara and Sophia would shut up and stop bothering her so much.

"Fine," Jolyne finally said. "I'll do it. I'll go in there."

The two older girls looked shocked, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. "Y-you're actually doing it?"

"Yeah," Jolyne said with a nonchalant pfft, trying to play off how scared she actually was. "It's nothing."

"Okay," Kara said carefully, folding her arms over her chest. "If you're going to do it, you have to bring something out or no one will believe you."

"Easy," Jolyne said and turned around; better to get this over with. "Well? Are you coming or what?"

Kara and Sophia shared a somewhat worried look, but they followed Jolyne over to the house.

The three of them stepped onto the rickety old porch, which bent even under Jolyne's light weight. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but she ignored her better instincts and decided to push on and prove to these girls that she wasn't a baby.

"Well, are you gonna go in?" Sophia pushed.

"Yeah!" Jolyne returned sharply and reached out for the door. It was already mostly falling off its hinges and swung open with little effort. She swallowed hard and stepped inside.

The inside of the house was really dark, the windows were so dirty and covered with spider webs they didn't let a lot of light in. She crept forward, looking for something she could quickly grab and make her retreat with her prize.

There was a shelf near the back wall of what Jolyne thought must be the living room, that looked like it had some things still on it. She summoned her courage and headed over there.

The floor creaked ominously with every step, sometimes bending downward. Jolyne went carefully, afraid she would fall through.

But she finally got through to the shelf and started to pick through the things there, cringing at the amount of dust and disgusting spider webs. She looked around and reached for a stick to help clear it off.

Something ran out of the shadows and darted across the floor.

Jolyne screamed and jumped back, slamming into the shelf and feeling it teeter.

Everything happened at once.

The shelf slammed into the floor and Jolyne fell on top of it, forcing it through the rotten boards. She scrambled as she felt the thing start to fall, slivers digging into her hands, but she couldn't stop it.

The rotten floor gave way and the shelf crashed down. Jolyne could only curl up and cover her head, her ears exploding from the rending, crashing sounds, as she slammed into something hard, hearing the crack of wood before everything went black.

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Jolyne woke to pitch blackness.

She was terrified, but she couldn't move. Something was pressing down on top of her. She could see nothing, not even the hand she somehow freed and brought to her face, touching a sore spot on her cheek and feeling something sticky.

Was she blind? Or was it really that dark? How had this happened?

And then she remembered—the house. She had gone in the house. She knew she shouldn't have done that and now she was trapped there. No one would ever find her again.

"M-Mommy!" Jolyne whimpered, coughing on dust that still seemed to be settling in the small space. "Daddy!"

But no one replied. Of course not. They didn't even know she was here. Only Kara and Sophia did and Jolyne was sure they had just run away. They wouldn't come to help her.

Desperation wormed its way into her chest, making her frantic. She fought to move whatever was pinning her, but couldn't make it budge. It was so heavy and it hurt when she moved too much. She couldn't feel her other hand either. It was numb, she didn't even know where it was in this darkness. What if it wasn't even attached to her anymore?

Tears started to well up and Jolyne let out a whimper, burying her face in her arm as she let out terrified sobs. She never should have come in here. She should have just gone home. Now she would probably never see her home or her Mommy and Daddy again. And for what? To prove herself to some stupid girls?

Jolyne cried harder, lying limply under the debris until a huge crashing sounded out and Jolyne felt terror welling up inside her throat, stealing her breath. Was the rest of the house falling down now? Would it crush her completely?

And then something shifted on top of her and there was a glow, no, a glowing figure standing in front of her—purple, with long, flowing black hair.

Jolyne screamed. This was it. The house was really haunted and now the ghost was here to kill her.

Except instead of crushing her further, it heaved the debris off of her with an angry shout, leaving Jolyne to breathe freely again. She sobbed as it reached for her.

"No, please," she cried, trying to shuffle away.

"Ora," the ghost said softly and simply scooped her up in its arms, not hurting her, not crushing her, just holding her gently.

Jolyne didn't know what to think, could only stare at the ghost's eyes that looked strangely familiar, bringing comfort to her.

"Jolyne!"

A second later another pair of arms were around her, hands checking her frantically as Jolyne was pressed against a white coat, familiar arms cradling her as she could feel the hitch of breath beneath her ear.

"Thank god, thank god," the murmurs were broken in a way Jolyne had never heard her father's voice crack and when she looked up, she saw tears in his eyes as he carried her out to the light, still holding her tightly.

The next bit was a blur for her. Ending up at the hospital where her mom met them, frantic. Jolyne only had a broken wrist and a sprained ankle among other bruises, but nothing more serious than that.

It wasn't until after the doctor left that she turned to her dad who had been standing at her side the entire time and asked. "Daddy, did you see the ghost?"

Jotaro blinked and turned to her. "What ghost, sweetheart?"

"The one who saved me," Jolyne said. "I saw a giant glowing ghost who pulled me out of the rubble."

Her father looked at her for a long time, something almost sad washing over him for a second before his expression changed and he shook his head. "No. I didn't see anything. You were probably just dreaming."

Jolyne had never had a dream like that, but right now she was too tired to think about it much. She was simply happy to let her dad pick her up and carry her when the doctor said they could leave. She was asleep before she even got to the car, and when she woke up later, she thought she must have dreamed the ghost after all.

#whumptober2021 #no.7 #my spidey senses are tingling #helplessness #numbness #blindness #jojo's bizarre adventure #fanfiction #jjba #jolyne cujoh #jotaro kujo #hurt Jolyne #kid jolyne #dadtaro #hurt/comfort #star platinum #trapped

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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thank you for the happiest years of my life

warning: *spoilers to like parts of basically the entire show and manga but also mostly crack. soo you have been warned* also warning, l o n g

thank you hinata for your toilet song and your sunshine persona, never giving up and also all your bowel issues getting you in the most uncomfy situations with other teams, for being the greatest decoy thank you kageyama for your jingru bell, jingru bell and all your hinata boke’s, milk breaks, and probably deformation of hinata’s skull from how many times you grabbed it thank you tsuki for your arara gomen and being tol boi #1with great character development but also staying the sassiest one omfg thank you yamagucci for your gomen, tsukki and being tol boi #2 with superb confidence building thank you yachi for being the best townsperson B thank you tanaka for killing dadchi. Tanaka, nice kill! and being literally one of the best characters thank you noya for your rolling thundas and being the coolest senpai and being karasuno’s guardian and also choosing to come to karasuno simply because you liked the girls’ uniforms thank you ennoshita for being best dad #2 and tutoring tanaka and noya thank you kinoshita and narita for existing even tho you two are the most slept on akjhdkad thank you suga for being the best mom and also singing under the sea thank you asahi for being unintentionally scary and dressing up as jesus evry year for karasuno christmas thank you kiyoko for always looking out for karasuno thank you dadchi- deadchi- daichi for being best dad #1 thank you takeda for being the teacher sponsor of the club and having the best quotes out there homie, you really big brain thank you ukai junior for reminding the crows that volleyball is a game where you look up

Thank you Karasuno, for teaching me to fly

thank you oikawa for teaching me that instinct is something you polish, talent is something you bloom. also for all your yoho, tobio chan’s and milk bread being your favorite food, for hitting it till it breaks. you were always enough and i wish we could’ve seen you bring your team to nationals. hope your knee gets soon buddy thank you iwa for always calling oikawa shittykawa and etc. best bestie out there and also, you did your best. you are not a failure as an ace for aoba johsai. also thank you for making sure oikawa rested thank you mattsun and makki for being such an iconic duo thank you kunimi for sticking out your tongue in season 4 thank you kindaichi for being onion head and having a great character development thank you kyotani for making me intimidated of an anime character like bruh. homie, your back said “C”- thank you yahaba for being best setter #2 tehe and also putting kyotani in his place thank you watari for being Aoba johsai’s guardian and being tanaka written in cursive thank you yuda, sawauchi, and shido even if i didnt pay you any attention adkjah im sorry

thank you Aoba Johsai for teaching me how to rule the court

thank you kuroo for your hyena laugh, befriending kenma when you moved in next door, and being literally everything thank you kenma for being best pudding head and being the best sugar daddy after the time skip to our hina baby thank you lev for being long boi and having one of the best glow ups in s4 like literally scrumptious. Cant want to see your time skip animated and also, you’re gonna be a great nekoma ace one day bb thank you yaku for being literally the best libero im sorry noya kajdhas omg akjda goals and also putting lev in his place thank you shibayama for stepping in as libero when yaku got hurt in land vs. sky you did great bb thank you yamamoto for being tanaka written in magnum sharpie, punk font and getting into a dispute with Tanaka on S I T E thank you teshiro for being best setter #2 uwu thank you kai for being one of many underrated characters that should’ve gotten more thank you teshiro for looking the most like a cat and being a pinch server thank you inuoka for being a lil sunshine too

thank you Nekoma for teaching me how to connect

thank you bokuto for serving all of us your juicy a$$ but also being the best hype boi out there, capable of being so strong and proving to be so much stronger by growing out of your emo modes, for making akaashi choose to come to fukurodani thank you akaashi for playing with your fingers, for always looking out for bokuto, teaching all of us that we are the protagonists of the world, having a list of his weaknesses memorized thank you konoha for doing what we all wanna do and knee bokuto’s voluptuous ass thank you waisho for being like a normal lookin type bokuto thank you sarukui, anahori, komi, and onaga for being part of this great team and also boosting bokuto up

thank you fukrodani for teaching me how to pour my soul into everything (every ball)

thank you ushijima for teaching me how to harvest and farm for the ripest of fruits thank you tendo for BAKI BAKI NI ORAE NANI WO and being a weeb too. you were never a monster as a child or ever in your life thank you goshiki for being female jirou from my hero academia and also realizing how much you need to improve at the end of s3. made me cry man thank you semi for being suga in punk rock font thank you reon for being you cause you rock homie. you and kai would so vibe together man. good vibes all around thank you soekawa, yunohama, kawanishi, and sagae for existing even though yall were slept on thank you yamagata and akakura for having shiratorizawa’s back’s as liberos thank you shirabu for using ushijima to your disposal like he wished. you gon be a great doctor bb

thank you shiratorizawa for teaching me how to have an intense force to my persona thank you aone for being the best iron wall and having the cutest friendship with hinata like omg his current fear is no one wanting to sit near him on the metro akdjhahds i’ll sit with you thank you koganegawa for being the best angry bird bb thank you Futakuchi for getting knocked over when you chest bumped aone thank you obara, onagawa, and fukiage for existinggg thank you sakunami for having Dateko’s backs

thank you dateko student section for making the most iconic cheer out of the entire show that’ll never die also, check out the live action stage ones akjdhas nekoma is stuck in my head

thank you dateko for having the best cheer in the show

thank you saeko nee-san for being the best tokyo drift driver out there with your Taiko team and being the best leader leading the karasuno cheers for da bois thank you karasuno’s voice principal for not expelling our two celled boyos, kageyama and hinata thank you third gym for all the oya oya’s thank you bokuto for hooking tsuki onto volleyball when he blocked ushi thank you takeda for scaring ukai junior in season 1 when he repeatedly went back to beg him to be the coach for karasuno, begging to so many coaches and making sure they could have practice matches with other schools thank you to hinata’s tennis friend who taught him how to splatter step(?) thank you ukai senior for teaching them about the tempos thank you to the old guy that goes to every karasuno game even tho literally no one knows him bruh thank you to Shimada for teaching our bb boi yams to float serve thank you for the twins and sakusa and so many more teams thank you for bringing us to brazil with hinata, reuniting him and oikawa thank you for all the commercial breaks thank you for all the memes aka haikyuu dubbed thank you for all the radio shows with characters we may never get to see on the screen together thank you tsukki for pressing hinata’s diahrea spot thank you for dub yams’ he he he waluigi laugh thank you hinata for inspiring asahi to join the team again thank you kageyama for probably breaking hinata’s back so many times by kicking him thank you asahi for calling out to suga thank you kageyama for scaring the living shit out of hinata when he hit you in the back of the head with his rushed serve in season 1 in the practice match against aoba johsai thank you for all the meat buns eaten after practice, the popsicles nishinoya ate in two bites thank you noya for all the epic saves and pancakes you dove for thank you for kageyama’s “nuff, nis, niceu-” to tsukki thank you for tanaka and noya and yamamoto for all women are queens club thank you suguru for getting under kuroo’s skin and making him petty asf in land vs sky thank you alisa for being literally breathing, you and lev look so goodd post time skip like haiba sibs rule the world thank you tv that hinata had happened to be passing by, playing the game with the little giant, inspiring him to go to karasuno thank you kageyama’s grandpa for getting him into volleyball 🥺 thank you for all the races while running, all the flying receive laps, the hill runs, the training camps, practice matches thank you for all the disputes that could happen before all the gears could be made and put into place thank you kiyoko for saying that tanaka for some reason looks good with a banana thank you for the meat god dance, the serve cheer poses thank you for making me love volleyball tenfold thank you for moi pon thank you kageyama for telling hinata that he’s the greatest when he’s around, giving him his first official toss thank you hinata for telling kageyama that he sets just fine

thank you to all the voice actors for starting and staying through all the years to bring all our favorites to life, never failing us once

thank you spyair, burnout syndromes, tacica, nico touches the walls, sukima switch, galileo galilei, and more for so many amazing ops and eps

thank you for all the memories, all the laughs, cheers, heart racing moments, the moments that made us grip onto pillows, the edge of our seats, tears, addicting chants, making me simp for like 50 people, making my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, my voice raspy for cheering and screaming so much.

thank you to this fandom for being like a second family, sharing all our love and crackheadedness

thank you for the happiest years of my life

thank you haikyuu, thank you Furudate for bringing this amazing story to all of us and touching our lives with it

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rwby-nwbe · 4 years

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Just Finished RWBY Volume 4...

...and I actually liked it?

[Spoilers Ahead, Y'all Know The Drill]

I mean, from what I've heard the Volume gets a lot of flack but honestly? I don't think it deserves it.

Yes, this is the first volume without Monty, and yes, the fights lost a bit of their momentum compared to earlier volumes, but aside from that... it's actually pretty good?

Alright, let me give you the play by play character style.

Ruby Rose

There goes my baby... off to destroy evil.

Ruby hasn't changed much, at least to a noticeable degree, compared to the rest of the cast. Actually, no, that isn't true, she just hasn't changed in a way that would force her overall character to noticeably shift. And I think that's fine. She's still a child at times, and is still really optimistic. But the thing is, she has matured. She doesn't immediately jump head first into danger like she used to, and it's clear she's still trying to process what happened at the Fall of Beacon. And yet, she's pressing on, and I'm glad that she and the rest of Team RNJR have each other's backs.

My only concern is what will go down in Mistral...

Weiss Schnee

Welp, Jacques Schnee, congrats! You've joined Cinder and Adam on the hit list I'm writing up!

The a-hole aside, I really like how Weiss played out this volume. According to what I've heard, volume 4 took place about 6-8 months after Beacon, so I'm kinda sad that Weiss was stuck home for all that time. On the bright side, we get a look at her progress on her summons, which looks to be coming along quite nicely. Then we see the concert, and ooh does that make my blood boil. I'll get to Jacques in a bit, but personally, I'd have no qualms watching him burn, figuratively, or literally.

Fly, Weiss, fly from the coup. Give your bastard of a father the metaphorical middle finger he deserves! (P.S. Klein is best dad.)

Blake Belladonna

Oof. I hurteth.

So Blake tends to stay away out of fear that she'll hurt her friends (i.e. some alternate version of survivor's guilt). In order to make amends from her point of view, she heads home to Menagerie. And once again, we're reminded on why humanity sucks sometimes!

Humans: Here, have this desert island for your large spanning species that covers just as much ground as we do.

Faunus: But... but it's so small!

Humans: Is it? Oh well, we can't have everything!

Me: Y'all LITERALLY have several freaKING CONTINENTS-!

*Ahem* That said, Sun came along! And we met Blake's parents! But first, Sun; I'll admit, I had mixed feelings about him being there at first, but that was mostly because Blake was being angsty and despite Sun's best intentions, virtually nothing he did help. Although, towards the end of the Volume, he managed to help Blake realize why her way of thinking was wrong, so props to him for that. Uh, Sun, could you maybe knock like a normal person? Wait, Blake, DON'T SLAP HIM FOR IT!!!

Ah, Kali, you're just as chaotic as Sun, oh dear... Ghira, never change, man. Never change.

Yang Xiao Long

Oof. I hurteth again. (ADAM!! LET ME DESTROY YOU, DANGIT!!!)

So Yang has been... adjusting to life after Beacon and without an arm. Oh, and Adam gave her PTSD! Isn't that just swell?

[When the find your corpse it'll have Wilt running through your spine and your skull severed with bullet shots from Blush I swear-]

Luckily, Yang gets a prosthetic from Atlas. I was afraid she'd reject it, but it's actually kinda nice to see that she takes to it rather well. And after seeing Oobleck (YAY!) and Port again, it's cool that she's just trying to find her footing. Though, Tai, you might wanna consider NOT flying to close to the Sun Dragon, capiche?

And all this culminates in Yang finally getting back out in the end of the Volume, hoping to find some answers. Hopefully she takes Tai's words to heart.

Jaune Arc

IT'S BIG BOI SWORD HOURS!!

But seriously, it was... kinda off-putting to see Jaune act so... morose. Granted, we all know why (PYRRHA!!!), but still. I'm glad his team is looking out for him and that he's slowly starting to recover like everyone else. His conversation with Ruby in Kuroyuri was also really touching. Come to think of it, didn't Blake have a similar conversation with Sun? The PARALLELS!

Also, that upgrade, tho. CUT THAT NUCKELAVEE INTO DUST, MY DUDE!!!

Nora Valkyrie+Lie Ren

You can't talk about one without bringing up the other.

Guys, this was as much a Renora volume as it was a RWBY-Post Beacon volume. The Fall triggers some odd behavior in Ren, but we figure out why pretty quickly once we reach the Kuroyuri episode.

First, young Ren and Nora... adorable!

Second, I was NOT ready for when Nora had to talk Ren out of charging blindly at the Nuckelavee. The slap. The way Ren sees young Nora and then sees current Nora. Nothing could prepare me. Nothing.

They are so SOFT together, it's just... <3

New Characters (and Old ones, too)

Lightning round, baby!

Qrow Branwen. So Qrow serves as the inside man. He knows what's been going on, and he fills the rest of us in. We also know why he tends to keep his distance, because his semblance brings bad luck to allies and enemies alike. The poor birb. Glad he managed to survive Tyrian!

Jacques Schnee. Egotistical manipulative piece of garbage whom I will not feel sorry for once he's put in his place. 'Nuff said.

Whitley Schnee. Mixed feelings. Mixed feelings everywhere. 'Cause on one hand, I've seen plenty of the fandom's takes on his character putting him in a positive light, but on the other he starts getting kind of unbearable after Weiss loses her title as heiress. Then I have to remind myself that Whitley is the "Fawn" reaction to trauma. Weiss is "Fight," Winter is "Flight," their mother is "Freeze," and Whitley is "Fawn." Stuff like that helps me contextualize that when Whitley says things about their dad like "It's foolish to not do what father asks," or "It's barbaric. It's beneath me. Beneath father," Whitley's not just saying that 'cause he's a bit of a brat. That's his coping mechanism to the abuse Jacques put him and the rest of his family through, and it's probably been a long time that he's been telling himself stuff like this so he can keep in his father's good graces and not risk getting a slap to the face like Weiss, while also trying to deal with the fact that Weiss and Winter get a freedom that he never had a chance to get. And you have to remember that Winter and Weiss were abused to, and that trying to blame Whitley's current condition on the two of them doesn't make things any better. They're not obligated to care about Whitley just as much as Whitley isn't obligated to care about them. It would be nice if either one of them could get through to him, but they were all trying to combat Jacques in one way or another. Whitley was just the odd one out. And if you really think about it, the biggest brain play you can take from all this is to blame it solely on Jacques. I swear, when I get to Volume 4 in my NWBE AU, one of my top priorities will be getting Whitley the ever loving hell out of that accursed mansion alongside Weiss, mark my words.

Klein Sieben. Ladies and gentleman, the only valid man under the Schnee roof! And a Seven Dwarves reference no less. Thanks, I love him! Glad he helped Weiss escape his father's clutches.

James Ironwood. Oh boy, boss man is starting to lose his grip on things. Granted, he's trying to do the right thing, but it's clear his paranoia is getting to him. You know crap is getting bad if the most valid person in all of Atlas simultaneously needs to be told to get a grip from Jacques of all people (especially if he's making a point). Hope this doesn't trigger a downward spiral...

Ghira and Kali Belladonna. Ghira is done and Kali just wants to have fun. I love their dynamic and interactions with Blake and Sun! It was a nice wind down from everything else going on, though I don't think that'll last for long.

White Fang. So we got three more WF members: Fennec, Corsac, and Ilia. The Albain brothers are sleezeballs already, since they're working with Adam and all. Ilia's working with them too, but I'll have to withhold my judgement since she appears to have an as yet undisclosed connection to Blake, but I don't want to get my hopes up since she already stabbed Sun, so... Low expectations, but still expectations.

Salem's Group. Yup, Salem's a villain alright. I'll be keeping my eye on her, she just reeks of trouble. Cinder apparently lost her voice... eh, probably for the best. Emerald, Mercury, get the ever-loving FRICK outta there, you're clearly out of your element! Hazel, you're... fascinating. Neutral Evil, perhaps? Watts, you're on my radar, especially with the last episode of the Volume. And Tyrian... well, he's clearly beyond the point of no return, entirely devoted to Salem, and his psycho-sadistic tendencies are enough to freak Cinder of all people out. Needless to say, I hope something or someone takes care of him before the damage becomes irreversible.

And for now, I'll wrap this up with Oscar Pine. I'll admit, it was interesting how they set up Oscar's character as a slow burn this Volume. We learn he lives a quiet life with his aunt in a barn, and at first we're wondering "Who the heck is this kid?" But then Ozpin shows up and suddenly everything is like "Oh... wait, WHAT!?" So yeah, Ozpin just brought another child into thia conflict. At least they're both not happy about it, and hey, they met Qrow! Hopefully that keeps things from getting too crazy down the line. We still need answers, after all.

Well, those are my thoughts. Sorry they took so long. Hopefully Volume 5 won't be so hard to complete. Well... cheers!

-Mathewton, the RWBY Newbie (15 May 2020)

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itsanerdlife · 5 years

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Prompt 4

“You’re a witch?” – Howie

Requested By: @still-awake-daydreaming

WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ENDGAME DO NOT READ THIS!! THIS CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS!!

Howie meets a curious woman. Using handed down skills, he finds her. But she comes with a surprise.

He stops halfway up the path, looking up. She’s got a broom in her hands, sweeping from side to side across the welcome mat on her porch. Her head snaps up, wide eyes watching him. Something curious in her eyes. She has a black pointed hat on her head, his head tips watching her.

“You.” Her voice shook slightly.

“Well you disappeared before I could ask your name, let alone thank you.” Howie shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets. She nods, chewing her bottom lip. He jogs up the short steps to her porch.

“You’re a witch?” He asks.

“Was it the pointy hat or the broom that gave it away?” She sasses, putting a hand on her hip. The other hand holds the very old version of a broom. He chuckles, looking at both.

“The smoking cauldron, actually.” He nods, looking past her, into the house.

“Shit!” She jumps, dropping the broom. She runs into the house. “It’s not supposed to do that!” She groans, waving her hand to clear the smoke. He picks up the broom, stepping into the house. Her head snaps over, wide eyes watching him.

“What?” He rest the broom against the table. Covered in books.

“How did you,” she looks from the broom to him and to the door, now shut behind him.

“Do what?” He looks around.

“Huh.” Her shoulders drop, her head tips slowly to the side. “You didn’t run screaming.” She points out, she looks almost impressed.

“You’re not the weirdest thing I know.” He chuckles.

“I guess that makes sense after today.” She nods slowly. She snaps her fingers, absent mindedly. The smoke vanishes from the massive pot beside her. His brow slips up.

“First witch I’ve met though.” He explains.

“What are you?” She watches him, gesturing towards a chair at the table. She takes one herself.

“Howie.” He introduces himself. She laughs.

“Y/N.” He grins. “That’s not what I meant.” She points out.

“I know.” He smiles. “I’m apart of the team The Avengers.” He nods slowly.

“I’ve heard of them.” She takes the hat off, setting it on top of a pile of books.

“What’s with the hat and broom?” He wonders.

“The point in the hat, centers my magic. The broom, when you sweep east to west, it brings protection.” She explains, blushing softly.

“Protection?” He wonders.

“A witch can never be too safe. Specially after she ran into a strange bunch fighting crime in the streets of New York.” She smirks.

“Thank you, for what you did.” He nods.

“I am sorry I punched you.” She blushes.

“I deserved that. My dad did always say never startle a woman.” He chuckles.

“The other one, the two of you look alike. He looked a little off put.” Y/N runs a hand through her hair.

“My brother. Peter.” He nods.

“Ah, well that makes sense than.”

“Why the centered magic?” He wonders, glancing around.

“The magic has been out of balance here for a few years. With the disappearances and then everyone coming back. It’s hard to explain. But the universe isn’t exactly healed.” She shrugs. “It’s not worth the risk letting my magic run ramped.” She admits.

“The snaps you mean?” Howie lifts a brow.

“That type of magic, it was too much. So thick and dangerous, it was like being choked.” She swallows. “Than, I’m not sure what happened, but it was like coming up for fresh air. The magic sort of balanced out.” She nods.

“My dad did that.” Howie swallows.

“What?” She blinks at him.

“My dad, he was Iron Man.” He explains softly.

“I thought you were Iron Man.” She looks confused.

“I took over.” Howie nods. “My dad, he caused the third snap. It wiped out that magic that was choking you. He died doing it.” He runs a hand through his rumbled dark brown hair.

“Huh.” She chews her bottom lip for a moment. “That makes so much sense now.” She smiles, its bright and pure.

“What does?” He couldn’t help grinning back at her.

“Your Ora, it’s got this, golden orb.” She flushes, shaking her head. He sits up a little straighter, curiosity getting the best of him.

“You can really see those?” He leans forwards slightly.

“Yes. To a trained witch.” She nods. “Yours puts off this, warmth. Howie,” her hand lands on his, on top of the table. Warmth burst through his whole body. “it’s so pure and bright. Like undying love.” Y/N smiles, shaking her head slowly. “Your brother has the same one in his.” She explains.

“I wonder if our little sister has it too.” He smiles softly.

“It’s your father, I don’t need to read your cards or connect to your soul. I can literally feel it in my own chest.” She pats her chest with her other hand. “It makes me grin, laugh a little and honestly it’s so overwhelming I could cry.” She admits.

“Sounds like him.” He laughs.

“I’m so sorry. That was so invasive. I’m sorry.” She swallows. Pulling her hand away, looking guilty suddenly.

“No.” He grasps her hand. “I can’t really explain it. But it’s like I needed that. Something telling me he was okay. He was finally at rest.” He shrugs. “But invasive is what my family does. So it doesn’t bother me. How do you think I found you?” He smiles.

“I hadn’t. I thought you tracked me.” She shrugs.

“Is that a witch thing?” He chuckles. “I did track you, but like a Stark. I ran your face from a local security camera. I used technology to find you.” He admits.

“I want to be insulted, but I’m actually a little flattered.” She laughs.

“So can you tell me more? About being a witch?” He smiles.

“I can show you, if you want.” She grins at him.

“Yeah, show me.” He grins, still holding her hand.

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#Marvel #OFC!Howie Stark x Reader #Avengers #OFC!Howie x Reader #Prompt Ideas #Marvel Fanfiction #OFC!Howie Stark One Shot #Avengers Fanfiction #OFC!Howie One Shot

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tanittann · 4 years

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A piece of my mind( or soul )

First: excuse my awful english writing but after thinking about it and before continuing posting my stuff, I want to share a bit of my view about the Hoenn’s dorks (?) Because I don’t want people to follow me and get the wrong idea and, lastly, I feel like I’m hiding something. I usually only talk about this sensitive subject with people close to me but here’s the thing: people are following me and I really want to follow back but there’s a big, big problem for me doing so.

Warning!: My own point of view. Talking about my memories.

A brief summary: I didn’t like ORAS, at all. That’s the mere reason I picked up a pencil back on 2016 and started drawing because I knew the RuSa that I’ve been seen since 2007 wasn’t coming back to my daily life. I stopped looking at fanart of them and only read a bit of fanfics that I consider worth of reading.

What I’ll draw:

-Au’s

-Future RuSa and more pokeverse related things but NOT gonna use ORAS clothes. I feel bad for it.

Now the long version of the summary:

I stopped browsing pixiv or searching for stuff because I was really afraid of seeing ORAS portrait of them and get even more depressed for it. My big problem with ORAS is Sapphire, because she is my fav Pokespe girl and character in general, getting more violent and........lovestruck out of nowhere, I’m not talking about her girlish side, no, her girlish side was show on the main arc and was perfectly balanced (she loves cute things and people tend to forget about it) but what I’m talking about is that...fangirl’s side and yes, I’m not Kusaka, maybe his target for Sapphire was..that? Being the romance interest? I don’t know but what shocked more was the fact the fandom was starting to seeing her as a jealousy yandere and there is were I gave up, I fucking gave up looking at the fandom.(I also hate the Sapphire from the artbook with the yandere pose) But then if people, IF Kusaka always wanted that kind of Sapphire I’m no one to change that. It’s my fault, think Sapphire was or a tomboy or a bit tsuntsun. I was wrong and that’s fine. I spent ( wasted tbh) years fighting ORAS back but there’s no need anymore. ORAS exist. I dislike it with all my soul. But maybe what I ended up falling in love was one the fandom representation of their relationship so (Because I’ve read FOR ALMOST 13 YEARS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO many RuSa fics in different languages and let me tell you, the way people interpret them is so random sometimes but that’s not the point here) But I decided I’m going to draw tsun-tsun Sapphire and Kusaka can come here telling me she isn’t one and will still drawing it so you don’t even fight me on that. ORAS couldn’t change my point of view a stupid ask won’t either. Because that’s what makes my happy for so many years and enjoyed reading and seeing fanart of it.

Well this is getting long, I feel a bit better letting it all out, but a last thing: I won’t stop. The only thing that can make me stop drawing them is health problems till then I’ll keep drawing my vision.So don’t expect ORAS representation here, I just like Sapphire with a cute bow because I think it fits her and maybe I wanted to get over my fears but not more oras’ clothing here I draw less and my energy drain if the art is with them wearing it.

Also about my art being “ empty”, I’ve sucked at drawing since I was a child, but even so I drew pokemon I loved that little bird Torchic so bad ( I begged so bad for Pokemon Sapphire even my mom was surprised, it was also my first Pokemon’s game I owned ( I played Blue and Silver on my cousin gameboy). I picked the pencil back for my own, I don’t love drawing as a hobby. So I’m sorry my art will be never be something worth of them but I’ll keep drawing them I’m the only one that can bring my vision to life. And I won’t yield to anyone or any obstacle. I’m a passionate little piece of shit and if there’s something I’m not sorry for is all I’ve learned from my dorks. My R/S arc’s dorks. I’m still a long way to not cry talking about this and how Sapphire new side hurts me but it’s my own fault for believing and creating a different future for them that Kusaka didn’t see.

Lastly:

-If you read all of this, thank you.

-If you don’t want to follow me, it’s fine I undertsand and respect ( and envy tbh) people liking ORAS.

-If you want to laugh at me with an ask,that’s fine, but it’s a stupid thing to do, forget about me and mind your own business.

-If you want to talk about how ORAS wasn’t that bad, just stop, I know it’s my own vision what I’m drawing and I know the wrong here is me, not Kusaka or anyone who loves ORAS. In fact, I would like to love ORAS, talk and draw about it and enjoy with people like I did years ago sharing pokespe to everyone I knew. But then if I loved it maybe I wouldn’t be drawing right now. The irony.

I cried so much with this I’m an emotional piece of shit haha. I miss the old times orz But I’ll keep my head up and moving forward.

I'm sure I’m forgetting a lot of points but the main point is Sapphire. I love my wild, tsuntsun at times, ball of energy and romantic fighting bird and I’ll forever love her.

A old chibi wip for reading all of this:

#Tanit's nonsense #about me #after 4 years i finally said it damn #I just don't want anyone to feel bad about my art if they know i dislike oras but i can't bear with it a n y mo re #not gonna tag this but i think everyone follwing should know

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rosywrites · 5 years

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To Hell and Back

By: RosyMiz (Visit my blog for AO3 link!) Fandom: League of Legends Characters: Sona, Kayn

Word count: 2646

Note: My story for @leagueofzines Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Odyssey! You can see my accompanying piece here!

Another life was lost. Not an Ora Plant, but a creature. A Terraburster. It was taken—no, lured and dragged—away from its den, its offspring slain mercilessly with it. Its Ora continuously swirls in a frenzy, desperate for an escape.

Not that it matters, anyway.

Sona wakes to the stars beyond the glass ceiling as she quietly sits up. A dim white light flashes above an interface. The Ordinal hasn’t returned from his quest yet. But he’s near.

She tears her eyes away from the light and sighs grimacingly. It had been a few months since the Ordinal had taken her and the Templar followers prisoner in the Locus Armada. Sona was forcibly separated from the followers and kept in this room alone, where Kayn would constantly visit and try to question her about Ora and what powers and glory it can bring him.

The korobak who had protected her back in Ionan had lost his life the first week. When she heard the crying pleas and apologies from his Ora, she reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. There wasn’t much else she could have done to help him, she admits. The Ordinal had already absorbed his Ora into his body.

Sona had slowly noticed an increase of Ora within the Ordinal, and it wasn’t from what his ship had accrued from harvesting the megafauna. There was too much Ora for it to be from them. No, these were Ora from living creatures. The thought of it sickened her.

An alarm sounds from the other side of the door, the dim white light now a solid gold. Sona doesn’t budge from her bed as the door slams open with the same dissonant metallic clang. Her eyes cautiously watch ahead, but she knows who it is.

“I’m sure you figured it out already, but the Ordinal is due to arrive soon.” Spikes of white poke from the doorframe as a figure walks in with a leisurely step. A man in a dark purple suit approaches her with a tray in hand, the door sliding shut behind him. “Surprised?” Sona’s silent stare answers him. “Guess not. I tried.” He sets a tray of warm food by her bed and pauses as he’s about to turn to leave. His face is hidden by the shadows of the room.

Sona closes her eyes, knowing what’s to come.

“The Ordinal’s patience is wearing thin,” he says. “He’s changed since he acquired that strange weapon.” He turns to her with a grim expression. “You know what it is, don’t you? That thing that’s turned his own comrades against him.”

Sona does not answer. She can’t. Everything she has come to know about the entity within the scythe and the fate of the world can’t be put into one nod.

“Would you be able to stop him?”

His question draws her attention. Her brows furrow slightly in curiosity. Stop the Ordinal?

The officer hesitates, his hands balling into fists and slightly swinging at his sides as he mulls over a thought. “The Ordinal has been… talking to that scythe. He keeps muttering about an... an Ora Gate?”

At this, Sona’s eyes widen as a gasp escapes her lips. The scythe had told him about the Ora Gate. Her visions of a desolate apocalypse were slowly becoming true. If the Ordinal knows about the Ora Gate…

“Sona?” His touch made her recoil. “Whoa, hey, you alright?”

If the Ordinal knows about the Ora Gate, he can easily get more information out of the followers that she is a Templar. Someone who knows about Ora… who knows how to open the gate. She gripped her dress tight.

“Can you stop him?” he repeated.

Maybe. If her visions are true, chances could be slim. But there was still a chance. She has to take it. She nods.

“I see.”

The light above the interface suddenly turns gold again. The officer and Sona exchange knowing glances. He stiffens up, standing upright with a salute.

The door slides open, and the stench of wet earth and Ora permeates the room. Sona watches the Ordinal walk in, a speck of dirt just barely coating his cheek. There is no sign of golden liquid dripping from him or the scythe, but Sona hears the cries of anguish of the Terraburster he killed.

“Ordinal Shieda Kayn, sir!” the officer salutes.

“At ease,” the Ordinal says with a wave of his hand. He approaches Sona with the scythe almost looming behind him. “How are you, Sona? You must hate this claustrophobic room, but that can still change.”

Sona doesn’t respond but keeps her eyes on Kayn and the scythe. This was how she always got underneath his skin. Frustrate him until he leaves. She knows Kayn can’t kill her. If he does, he will lose his only source of answers. He can’t afford to do that.

Kayn’s patience starts to thin already. His hand itches to grab the scythe and cleave her in half.

“No. I told you already. Sona is the only person in this universe who knows how to open the Ora Gate,” the scythe hisses. “The moment you kill her, the moment you lose everything.”

“I know, Rhaast,” he mutters. “I can’t lose my key to the throne here.”

Rhaast, the entity’s name. The officer was right. Kayn was slowly falling under the influence of the scythe, further changing his personality and and desires. Sona glances at the officer, who looks grim. He can’t hear the scythe. No one can, other than Kayn and her.

“Sona,” Kayn cooes with such a sickly sweet voice as he grips her chin to tilt her face up to the light. “I heard from a little star that you know how to open the Ora Gate.” His smile then grows sinister, almost crazed. “Mind telling me about that?”

Sona’s eyes show no sign of fear, irritating Kayn further. “Still not going to crack, hm?” He grabs her by the hood and shoves her into the glass window.

The officer’s eyes perks up, darting between Kayn and Sona. His arm shuffles behind him. The toe of the scythe is pointed at him in an instant, causing the officer to freeze.

“Not another move, Commander. I will not have anyone interfere.” Kayn does not look at the officer.

The officer bows his head. “My apologies, Ordinal.”

“You think I’m afraid to show some violence to get what I want, especially knowing you hold the answers to everything? Don’t kid yourself. You know what I’ve done to many of those followers.” His golden eye bores into her own. “Don't think I won't do the same to you.” Even in this situation, Sona remains quiet and stares. But this time, her gaze aims at Rhaast with a strange glint in her eye. Kayn clicks his tongue and releases her. “It wouldn’t do if I didn’t show mercy, would it? How about we leave this here,” he pauses to lean closer, “and continue where we left off tomorrow?” After a pause, he turns and leaves the room without another word.

The officer waits patiently until the door slides shut and Kayn is out of earshot. He looks at Sona, who is fixing her headwear.

Sona sighs as she sits upright against the glass. Kayn has finally gone too deep under the scythe’s influence. He won’t stop this violence until he gets the answers out of her, even if it means she will come out of this just barely alive. She had to escape, or the world will finally be on its path to destruction.

“You alright?”

The officer’s voice snaps Sona out of her thoughts. Her eyes shoot up to meet the officer’s. She nods. The two remain silent, their eyes locked for a moment.

“Don’t even think about it,” the officer states. “This room is rigged with sensors and alarms. You wouldn’t make it.”

But I can.

“Even if you found a way to bypass all the security measures in this room, there are other officers out there.”

Unless you’re with me.

“It’s impossible. You’d be better off surviving here than try.”

Let’s get you out of here.

The officer looks at the tray of food he had set down earlier and grabs it. “The food’s already gone cold. I’ll bring you another one tonight.”

You can trust me.

Sona watches him disappear down the hallway. She catches his glance and bows her head. For once, she felt hope.

The sound of the access indicator alerts Sona from her bed. She sees the officer come in with a tray of warm food… in full fightgear.

“Eat. You’ll need the energy.” He turns away and speaks through gritted teeth. “Don’t look at me. Just listen. The listening devices in the room are disabled, but not the sensors. I talked to the followers, and they’re going to create a distraction so the Ordinal will come away from his interface.” He lightly slaps Sona’s back. “Sorry about that. I can’t let the Ordinal catch on. Keep eating.”

The food is pleasantly warm and delicious this time. Is it because she will finally escape? That despite the slim chances of doing so, the opportunity has come?

“The followers’ prison will unlock in the next few minutes. I have to let the Ordinal know that he needs to help us.” He sees her glance and smiles. “I’m a Commander. They can’t just disobey my orders. The Ordinal certainly can’t ignore my request for help either.” He reaches into a pocket, retrieving a pocket watch and catching a device that spills out along with it. He opens the watch while sliding the device under Sona’s hand. “I’ve set your door to unlock when I give the signal, so use this to create a hologram of yourself during the ruckus and then escape.”

Sona’s grip on the device grows slightly tighter. She doesn’t know how to thank him enough.

In that moment, an outroar echoes throughout the hallway. The followers.

“There it is. I’ll come for you soon. I put a tracker on your back, so I can find you easily. Escape and hide somewhere until then.” The officer runs out of the room, and the light turns white.

Sona breathes out, holding the hologram device close to her. She can escape now. Patiently waiting, she pretends to pace about the room anxiously with the hologram device scanning her movements, until she hears the access indicator beep. The door slides open soon after.

Immediately, Sona activates the hologram and throws it near the bed. She runs outside, straight down the hallway. She hears the panicked orders and footsteps of other slingtroopers. She even hears the officer giving incorrect orders in the distance to give her more time to hide.

Just as she turns the corner, she runs into a follower supposedly leading slingroopers in the wrong direction. In a hurry, the follower says, “Sona, run the other way and head left. There is a room solely for recycling materials. The Commander told me to tell you this.”

But when the follower is about to keep going, Sona stops her. She doesn’t want to lose more people than she has and will now.

The follower squeezes Sona’s hand. “For you, my Templar, I would give up my life, if it means you will live and stop the destruction of this world.” The follower breaks out of Sona’s grasp and runs on.

Sona takes the follower’s instructions and hides in the said room. She waits and waits until the officer comes for her. Somewhere in the vessel, she hears the Ordinal and the dying cries of the followers. She knows. The followers will all die just to help her escape. She mourns those who have died and will die, even while knowing their fate is to be stored in the body of the Ordinal.

The door of the room slams open, and the officer grabs Sona’s arm to lift her up. “We have no time. The Ordinal’s heading to your room.” He brings out a compression cube and breaks it, Sona’s etwahl appearing in a flash of light. “We’re going to the escape pods! It’s straight down the hall!”

As they run down the halls, the roar of the Ordinal echoes from Sona’s prison. “Where is she?” he hollers. She feels it. She feels his presence growing closer. He wouldn’t catch up to them in time.

Or so she thought.

From the walls, Kayn materializes like a shadow with the scythe held right above them. The toe of the scythe inches closer to the small of her back, and she knows she won’t evade it in time to avoid it.

“Move!” The officer shoves Sona ahead, leaving the scythe’s blade to pierce his torso with a sickening sound. He hisses briefly before coughing up blood.

Sona doesn’t know what happens next. It’s as if she moved on instinct, for she sweeps her fingers across her etwahl--a golden light bursting forth and capturing Kayn within its melody.

In that short instance, she feels the the Ora Kayn harvested in his body.

In that short instance, determination flares within her.

In that short instance, she reaches out and pulls.

Ora suddenly spews forth from Kayn’s body, almost oozing out of his skin like water. Enough to fill the hallway. It condenses into a orb into Sona’s hand before bursting into a wave of gold to hold Kayn back while she scoops up the officer in her arms. She runs as fast as she can and shuts the door to the hall while Kayn lies disoriented on the floor.

She sets the officer down on the floor and gently shakes him. He’s still breathing, thank goodness. But he has already lost a lot of blood. She begins to panic, knowing her own powers can’t heal him enough. The orb of Ora floats above the center of her etwahl, and for a moment, she considers. Just as she reaches for the orb, the officer’s hand grab her wrist.

“Don’t. I won’t make it at this rate.” The officer releases her, pressing the wound on his abdomen. “Listen to me. Find my brother. He’s not the best person to turn to, but he’s the only person I can trust with you.”

Sona shakes her head. She gently sets him down and opens the nearest escape pod. They were going to escape together to his brother. The officer could still be saved. She picks him back up and walks to the entrance, despite his protests.

But they freeze when a familiar outcry echoes from the hall. “Sona! You will not escape me! Give me back what was mine!” Kayn bellows from the other side of the door.

Before Sona can think of another plan, she already finds herself inside the escape pod, the door already shut and sealed. She rushes to the window and bangs her hands against it. No, he couldn’t die like this. She wiggles the handle to try to open it, but it doesn’t budge. The system states the coordinates of its destination, preparing to launch.

The officer shakily touches the other side of the window to match her touch. “This was the only thing I could think of.” He takes another breath.

Kayn materializes into the room through the door, like he did from the walls.

She pushes at the door, almost pleading the officer to join her. He only shakes his head. “My brother, his name is Yasuo. Find him.” He pauses, as if hesitating, but he speaks like his last good-bye, “My name is Yone.”

The escape pod launches into the empty space before Sona can do anything else, the name of her savior echoing louder than the screams of rage and despair that comes from the Locus Armada. She slides down the door to her knees, shaking with silent sobs that mourn the officer, Yone.

#league of legends #sona #kayn #odyssey sona #odyssey kayn #rosywrites

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satin-swallow · 6 years

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We Are No Longer Quite Ourselves

“Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.” - e. e. cummings

Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries Characters: Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, Dorothy Williams & Hugh Collins Rating: G Genre: Romance, Philosophy, Life

My contribution to the January round of the Year of Quotes Challenge, for Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries! Thanks for keeping us writing, @missfisherchallenges.

I disagreed so wholly with e. e. cummings, I thought I'd better write about it! Jack Robinson, Dorothy Collins, Hugh Collins, and Phryne Fisher reflect on thinking, believing, knowing, and feeling.

Please read and comment at AO3 if you have a moment. Thank you!

i. think.

They put a lot of stock in feeling, Jack Robinson thinks.

While he can cherish as much as the next man the way he loses himself in her eyes, her arguments, he can’t quite make the leap to agreeing that he is only himself because of it. His thoughts have been his friends this many years, and indeed have guided him keenly through a world of brushstrokes that have striven to drive him mad with their blend of colour and subjectivity.

His thinking gives him sense, reason, rationality.

He will never agree that these are not himself when they have brought him home from war, turned his anxieties to an active productivity, given meaning to the senselessness of agony, and turned him time and again to a mission that is always present at the core, when the wild winds of doubt blow.

Nor will he allow the implication that the presence of others in his being is a fault to be rectified. By extension of that principle, he is certain that he would have been completely shipwrecked without the steady circle of other voices in his head to anchor him at port.

He doesn’t trust himself to recognise the Truth every time he questions it.

As he lies in blue silence, midnight in his breathing, and the soft weight of love on his shoulder, he knows full well that balance is the mark of order. Here in this dangerous space between recklessness and paralysis is the answer to the queries of his heart and head combined. Somewhere between alone and together is the pinnacle of peace.

She’s breathing so softly, and it’s reason that tells him she’ll do it again, come back, and come back to him with each smile and red kiss.

It’s disordered feeling that lies, whispers to him in the dark on other less comfortable nights, and brings out the fear that turns to jealous regret, or aggression at the sight of blood on white silk. It’s disordered feeling that hopes to break them apart, and tries with his hurts to disrupt their hearts.

He loves her much better, with thoughts in his head, and people to tell him the difference between cherishing and devouring.

They put a lot of stock in feeling, Jack Robinson thinks.

ii. believe.

Dorothy Collins believes what her mother once told her.

“Ave Maria, gratia plena,” she whispers softly over Christopher’s head, kissing the feather-fine hair that tickles at her neck, as he snuggles closer than she ever thought possible.

It’s nightmares again, of the inexplicable kind -- faceless shapes and shadows in the corners of the room he shares with his brother, and stories he can’t even repeat when she asks him what’s wrong. So they pray together, the prayer of St Michael, and ask his guardian angel to watch over his sleep.

And now as he holds tight to his mother, she turns to hers with the gentlest hope.

“Mother Mary, watch over my boy,” she asks, “and when I can’t be there to hold him as close as I want to? Grant him the kisses of Grace that consoled your Son in His darkest hour.”

She can feel the warmth of the smile of Heaven, the deep residing joy of the closeness of love -- and she thinks of her mother, gone now three years, and cries a little as she rocks her son to calm. How wonderful is this bond, this Truth that stretches across the ages to take her mother’s hand and extend it passed the veil to touch her so sweetly in mercy.

She’s never alone, and it’s more than comfort to her little soul, it’s light and life, and every little atom of her being, a promise of Goodness when the world screams in their faces. In the perilous winter of the violent that seem to dominate the streets with their shouting, she finds herself grounded in peace and the wonder of a Hand pressed lightly to her shoulder.

“Thank you, Mum,” she whispers into the night, making the sign of the Cross over her breast and her child, and offering her heart for all the suffering and broken.

“Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.”*

Dorothy Collins believes what her mother once told her.

*Hail Mary, Full of Grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the our of our death. Amen.

iii. know.

Better to know, Hugh Collins. Better to know.

He remembers how he fretted over a Crucifix, once -- the bold doubt in his mind and the three days he wasted in fear and upset. He remembers how it drove him to the cold of his bones, dismissal and hardness in the face of any challenge.

Not even the Inspector had been able to give him the clarity he had needed. How he had silenced the whole thing in his mind.

As his wife settles in, beside him on the sofa, sighs a contentment his heart can hardly bear, he looks down at that same little Crucifix, and smiles.

To think he had been more content to drift between hope and despair, holding to nothing, rather than settle on a Truth that might contain hardships along with its bliss. To have her, he knows, is sacrifice and challenge alongside the sheer electricity of her looking at him daily, but he wouldn’t trade it for a second for that empty No Man’s Land of stoic protection from the pain of knowing that life isn’t only easy.

His chest constricts at the thought that he might never have loved her.

How much darkness ought to be avoided to make it worth never having the light?

His newspaper rests almost limply in his hand, heavy with the weight of reality despite what he thinks he can control. Her squeeze to his arm is everything he’s ever hoped for. His kiss is quick, fervent in its hurry to answer her call, pressed just firmly enough to her temple to share everything he knows: like how much he needs her.

“I love you, Hugh,” she whispers beside him, and the burning of tears is impossible to repress.

“I love you too, Dottie,” he declares, in his own quiet fervour.

Better to know, Hugh Collins. Better to know.

iv. feel.

It’s an impossibility to share all that Phryne Fisher feels.

The vivid light of the world around her seems to coalesce in her gut from moment to moment, and pounce on the nearest opportunity for mirth and mayhem. Every flower is too beautiful, every song too sweet, and she knows she’ll never contain it all, despite the colossal nature of her desires and delights.

She’s driven from the core by this fire, and no matter her generosity with it, it burns and burns and burns.

She gives it away like too much fairy dust, a sprinkling here and a sprinkling there, covering everything in it with as much verve as she can muster. She lives, and she cries, and she screams, and she loves with an openness that seems never to be exhausted despite how painful it can be.

Then, is pain not a feeling too? A deep ocean blue in the spectrum of colour?

She knows that she is most herself when she embraces it, takes it to her veins with abandon.

Of course, as she watches him one day, his frown over his breakfast as though it’s a puzzle to be solved, she knows too that there’s more to this than her – her feeling, her heart. She knows that without him, the morning sun will be a little less golden, the air a little cooler than the burst of affection that blossoms in her chest, and sets her mind to mischief.

And it’s clear in a vivid moment, the parade of faces before her – Mac, and Jane, and her mother and more – that being herself is only a part.

She slips from her chair like a wisp in a breeze, and sneaks and attacks as he fights back too late. His laugh is free, bold and unmanaged as she presses her lips up against it once more, and smothers his protestations that his breakfast will get cold.

When he finally breaks, and looks her square in the eye, adoring and adored, she knows the Truth, once more.

It’s an impossibility to share all that Phryne Fisher feels.

#mfmm #miss fisher's murder mysteries #phryne fisher #jack robinson #hugh collins #dorothy williams #fanfiction #my work #we are no longer quite ourselves #romance #life

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fullmetal-the-last-alchemist · 6 years

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jojo asks!!!!! 5,7,14,18,19,22,25,26,33,35,37,38,41,42,44,50,51,52,56 OK THATS A LOT GL

OH my GOD DUD E

WELL. OK LETS GET TO IT, HERE’S ALMOST 2K OF JOJO OPINIONS

5. Fave pose?WELL, jonathan’s is a classic, but i’m pretty fond of giorno’s and josuke’s too!!

7. Fave line?there’s SO many iconic jojo lines, i can’t pick one, but some of my favorites are giorno: “we should steal 100 cars”, jotaro’s whole “that’s a nice watch” thing, and every dumbshit thing joseph says. on a more serious note, polnareff’s line about how “the third wish came true” in the judgement episodes always fucking destroys me

14. Fave thing about the Jojo series?again, so many things to choose from here, but one of my favorites is the overarching theme of legacy and bloodlines. i love how each part focuses on another member of the joestar legacy overcoming their own hardships and carrying on the family tradition of going on a bizarre adventure (ha) and defeating some great evil. adding onto that, i love how each jojo part is so different, how each jojo is in a completely new setting with a totally new cast, and yet araki always manages to make it feel like jojo (having characters from previous parts helps, and also makes me incredibly happy, but my point still stands)

18. Least fave fight and why?Hands down the alessei fight, for two big reasons. first off - the wasted potential of including a de-aging villain and then NOT having your older character from a previous part fight him and temporarily age back to his original Look is unbelievable. im gonna be bitter about old man joseph not turning back into hot young part 2 joseph in the alessei fight until the day i die. with all that said, though, i think it’d be okay if the actual fight was decent enough. which brings me to my second big issue: it was terrible. de-aging polnareff isn’t a problem (and having jotaro not recognize him at all was hilarious, frustrating and entirely in-character all at once) but everything after that is fucking awful. everything with fucking. baby polnareff shoving his face in that woman’s boobs was disgusting and terrible and everything about those two episodes was The Worst, Ever. the very end with baby jotaro ora-ora-ing alessei was great, but not enough to make up for the garbage before it

19. Least fave thing about the Jojo fandom?ignoring the usual Nasty Shit (bc all fandoms have That Nasty Shit, made by Nasty People, so it’s not exactly an issue specific to jojo) my absolute least favorite thing from the jjba fandom is the characterizations of jotaro and kakyoin, both separate and as a couple. my main problem with it is that, due to their lack of a relationship in canon, nearly all content with the two of them (primarily shipping stuff, but also some non-shipping stuff) includes a LOT of fanon shit. and this wouldn’t bother me - if the fanon was, y’know, derived/inferred from canon material, or if it was, in any possible way, in-character or accurate for either of them. it’s not. there’s a lot of heteronormativity issues surrounding a lot of their content (portraying kakyoin as ‘the girl’ and jotaro as ‘the man’, and all the bad stuff that comes from that), and. yeah i could go on but none of it’s in character and it’s real fucking depressing to me, bc jotaro gets other content from other parts, but all we get for kakyoin is. this. and it’s ridiculously out of character and lowkey Bad in a lot of ways. plus, to me, their relationship isn’t all that interesting in the first place; imo there’s not a Ton of potential there, and there’s so many other incredible canon relationships - both in part 3 (coughAVPOLcough), and in other parts - the fandom could be focusing on, but instead they’ve gotta focus on jota//kak. thanks guys. (another aspect of this ship i don’t like, bc i love to complain, is: i hate when people draw/write an au of jotaro and kakyoin raising jolyne, bc in canon she was raised by her mother and this au completely ignores jolyne’s mom....like araki already doesn’t treat his female characters That Great and now y’all gotta do this? cmon)

22. Do you prefer stands or hamon/ripple?LISTEN.....hamon holds a very special place in my heart, but there’s just SO much more potential with stands. sorry hamon, i love you, but. yeah, stands lmao

25. Stand ability you think wasn’t used well enough in the series?first and foremost on THIS list is kakyoin, who should’ve kept his possession ability and also had at least one more fight tbh. next: okuyasu. my beautiful son. he deserved at least another fight, maybe more - and yeah, he barely ever used his stand, which bums me out. and..uhh...there’s definitely more.....i mean i wish joseph used hermit purple more in general, so. yeah. tbh there’s not as much wasted potential here as i’d think, so good for u araki

26. Stand ability you thought didn’t suit the character it belonged to?i can’t..really.....think of anyone...?? like no one comes to mind immediately. to me, they all fit pretty damn well, in one way or another. the only one i can really name might be abbacchio, since he’s such an angry, bitter guy, and then he has a non-combat stand. that’s it? idk araki does this part very well imo

33. Have you played any of the Jojo games? Which is your favourite?i’ve played a little of eyes of heaven (at a friend’s house) and. well. see the thing is, the gameplay in eoh is..good? but really only if you’re doing single player. the fact that there’s no two-player option due to the 3D stages is really unfortunate and kinda awkward when two people wanna play. plus the graphics sometimes aren’t the best, let’s be real. but despite all that, eoh is still and will probably always be my favorite game, despite barely playing it and never going through the story mode, for one sole reason: the plot. the idea of a game dedicated solely to bringing back all of the dead characters from each part?? and also having all the different characters from all the different parts interact????? as someone who hates character death and adores jjba part crossovers, i fucking LOVE it. it’s honestly so ideal and plays directly to my tastes, so eoh is very beloved to me

35. A character you relate to?Okuyasu and Jotaro, my boys. just like okuyasu, i’m very emotional/cry a lot, enjoy punching things, and also i’m dumb and gay. with jotaro, i’m also ace, i have a resting bitch face, i (again) enjoy punching things, and in general...idk, it’s hard to sum up kujo jotaro in just words, but just know that i relate to him, like, so much

37. A character you don’t understand the hype over?i don’t understand how people legitimately like kishibe rohan, it confuses and angers me

38. Characters you wish could have interacted with each other?god where do i BEGIN. i wish jonathan could’ve met joseph, caesar, and also smokey, i wish the squads from parts 3 and 4 could’ve met speedwagon, i wish jotaro and lisa lisa met, i wish caesar met the crewsaders, i wish polnareff met the duwang gang (particularly josuke and okuyasu), i wish josuke, giorno, and jolyne all met each other, i wish the duwang gang and passione met, i wish jotaro met giorno/passione, etc. etc. i could literally go on for hours, the sheer amount of wasted opportunities as far as characters from different parts meeting each other thanks to araki’s dislike of providing ‘’’’fanservice’’’’ in this specific way is criminal and i will be bitter about it for the rest of my miserable gay life, thanks for coming to my TED talk

41. A relationship between two characters that you really like?AGAIN, WHERE DO I BEGIN. ok some relationships i love are: jonathan and speedwagon, joseph and smokey, joseph and erina, joseph and caesar, joseph and jotaro, JOTARO AND POLNAREFF, polnareff and abdul (sobs), polnareff and kakyoin, josuke and okuyasu, josuke and jotaro, josuke and koichi, rohan and koichi, giorno and buccellati, giorno and mista, jolyne and hermes, johnny and gyro, AND gappy and yasuho. yeah. but imo if i had to pick one, jotaro and polnareff’s friendship in part 3 is one of my favorite relationships in all of jjba, mainly because at the beginning jotaro so clearly doesn’t get along with people and polnareff is loud and annoying and you’d never expect them to become friends AND YET they become BEST friends and their respect and love for each other is so obvious and effortless and it’s so clear how comfortable they are around each other and i just really, really love their friendship ok. (honorable mentions: joseph and caesar, and josuke and okuyasu: two more relationships i could rant about for literal hours)

42. What was the most bizarre moment in Jojo for you?really hitting me with the hard questions today aren’t we. well uhh honestly at this point i’m a bit numb to jjba’s weirdness (not in a bad way, it’s just that when something Really Strange happens i’m not super shocked or anything), but it sure was. interesting. to see stroheim come back from literally getting blown to smithereens in battle tendency. also: killer queen just, fucking, sliding open its abs to reveal stray car just chilling inside its torso? surreal.

44. Saddest Jojo moment?y’all really can’t let up huh. i mean for me, personally, the thing that Fucked Me Up was abdul’s second death + polnareff’s fake-out death + iggy’s death. all that at once, i just. man. there was a lot of tears watching that. otherwise, caesar and kakyoin’s deaths were painful as all hell, and jonathan’s was too. okuyasu’s wasn’t as much, for me, because i knew he didn’t die for real (i was actually super looking forward to that whole thing, bc how often do we get angst That Good in canon?? and davpro maxing it out like that??? fucking beautiful), but it was still sad. uhh yeah that’s it so far (i’m halfway through part 5 lmao). honorable mention to part 6 for fucking me up in advance, i already know it’s gonna fucking obliterate me, so, yeah, thanks araki, i’ll forward u the medical bill

50. If you had a stand, what would you name it?my stand would be 「FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH」, not on account of me being a fan of the band or anything, it’s just so fucking awesome

51. If you were in Jojo, which part would you want to be in?well i’d definitely want to be in part 4, since it’s super chill and happy and gay and also there’s no way kira would kill me, on account of me having awful hands (my nails are terrible)

52. If you could fight any character, who would it be?barring stand abilities, given the chance, i would do almost anything for the chance to beat the absolute shit out of kishibe rohan

56. Any headcanons?again, you’re opening the floodgates here, so i’m just gonna give you five as to not go on for another 4k: 1. jotaro is autistic 2. holly retained her stand, and uses it for everyday life 3. the ‘’hollywood screenwriter’’ lisa lisa married after part 2 is a woman 4. jotaro visits morioh every summer, if only for a few weeks 5. everyone is gay, no one is straight, have a nice day

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #GOSH i love jojo sm #thanks for the ask dude!!! lmao that got real fuckin lengthy #my anon sister and i #me #asks #Anonymous

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nessadoodlin · 7 years

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The Space Between Us

Fandom: PokeSpe/Pokemon Adventures

Pairing: RubyxSapphire (aka franticshipping/RuSa)

Word Count: 2809

Summary: What would have happened if Rayquaza hadn’t brought Ruby and Sapphire back home to Earth at the end of ORAS? (UA, Sapphire’s POV)

Notes: Hello everyone! So I hadn’t written a fic in years, and I just got this idea randomly one night, so I thought, “hey, why not try and write it out and see what happens?” Yeah, I’m not sorry for the angst again.

(special thanks to these dorks for being my reviewers!! @disnerdpoketrainer @trimystic @blackspies12 @chocochan015 @brindillebon and there might have been a few more if I forgot you let me know I’m sorry but it’s late and I’m tired so I’m just gonna post this now hhhhhhhhh)

A brilliant show of falling meteorites flooded my vision as they descended towards Earth. The sight was so surreal, like a dream that I did not want to wake up from. The feeling was exhilarating, yet terrifying as the shards of space rock hurtled around us. Holding on tightly to Ruby’s hand, I softly gasped as I beheld the magnificent view before me. He was right, despite the danger this was definitely better than the meteor shower show we would have seen at Mossdeep.

After a few minutes, the remainder of the meteorites finally dove towards the Earth’s surface.The horizon cleared, and all that was left in sight was Ruby and myself. I turned towards him when I heard him mutter a soft “Wow” from the radio in my suit’s helmet.

“That was amazin’,” I mused back, unable to think of anything else to describe the spectacle.

Looking back at me, he remarked, “‘Amazing’ is an understatement. That was stunning.”

“‘Amazing’, ‘stunning’, same thing,” I retorted playfully. Ruby chuckled at that, and I followed with a small giggle of my own.

The moments after were silent, except for the sounds of our breathing, so I took that time to really take in our surroundings. Looking out, I can see the Earth, and the Moon if I turn my head a bit, but other than that, nothing. Absolutely nothing, save for the distant stars that speckled the dark blanket of the universe. In that moment, I had realized after all of the strife, battles, heartbreak and anxiety that had led up to this moment, after all of the fast paced action and decisions, it was all over and was now so... eerily quiet. The empty expanse of space suddenly consumed my being, and the frightful feeling of suddenly being entirely alone started to creep up my spine.

Impulsively, I gripped Ruby’s hand tighter. Noticing this, he turned towards me.

“Sapphire?” He tentatively began, “what’s wrong?”

I took a quick glance at him to meet his eyes, then turned back to the great expanse before answering, “Oh, nothing. It’s just… being out here like this, it kinda makes ya feel small, y’know? And there’s literally nothing out here except us... It’s a little scary if you think about it.”

Ruby then firmly gripped my hand and said, “Yeah, I guess with us being the only two people up here like this, it is really unnerving.” A few more seconds of silence passed before he stated. “Well, Sapphire, in that case, are you ready to go home?”

Taking one last glimpse at the Earth, I reply, “Yup, I’m ready to go home, Ruby.”

In unison, we both placed our opposing hands on the Link Cables attached to our suits, and waited to be teleported back to Earth.

…

However, after a few minutes, nothing happened. Alarmed, we both looked at each other in panic as we tried to put our hands over our Link Cables again. After a few more failed attempts, fear started to roll into my core and I began to tremble. I could feel Ruby shaking through his fingers in our joined hands, possibly feeling the same amount of terror that I must be feeling.

A few seconds later, Ruby called out into the radio, “Shoe Maker? Mr. Devon? Can anybody hear me?!”

We listened carefully for any sort of reply, but our cries for help were not heeded. My eyes darted around, searching for an answer as to why our calls were not being answered. I looked at Ruby’s suit, then back at mine, and realization struck me.

“R-Ruby…”

“What is it, Sapphire?’ he frantically replied.

“Our suits…” I muttered, gesturing to his chest.

Ruby looked down, and gasped in shock as he realized what I was referring to. The control panel on his chest, including the Link Cable, was smashed in. I looked down to my own panel, and I saw the destroyed Link Cable sitting there uselessly.

“They must have gotten damaged when that Pokemon from the meteor attacked us,” I mused, not being able to tear my eyes away from the carnage of my panel. My mind spun, trying to think of something, anything, that might be able to get us home. After thinking for a bit, I blurted out, “Wait, where’s Rayquaza?”

We both turned around, searching for the green serpentine-like Pokemon. As time passed, Ruby and I realized it seemed to have vanished, for it was nowhere to be found.

Ruby turned to me and stated, “Maybe since it figured it had finished its role in destroying the meteor and defeating that space Pokemon, it decided to go back…”

In disbelief, I exclaimed, “But didn’t we form a bond with it? What’s that all about then?!”

Ruby looked away from me as he said, “Maybe it was just up until it destroyed the meteor? I don’t know, Sapphire…”

Another pregnant silence fell between us. The pit of my stomach sank as I mumbled, “We’re alone out here then, with no way to get home…”

“There’s got to be something that we can do, there’s got to be a way!” Ruby cried, desperation laced in his voice. “Something…”

I try to think of something, but nothing comes to mind. I am cut out of my thoughts when I hear a sniffle from the radio, so I look over to Ruby. His bangs covered his eyes, and his fingers clutched onto mine.

“Father is going to really be mad at me for making Mom sad, isn't he?” He let out a small, sad chuckle, but immediately after he clenched his teeth. I could tell he trying to be strong.

Feeling my own tears welling up, I look down as I choke out, “It’ll be hard for my dad to live on his own… he's never had to before….”

“And Emerald and everybody else….” Ruby added mournfully.

It became too much to bear that the both of us turned into sobbing messes. I pulled him towards me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed, bringing us so close that our helmets bumped together. Ruby reciprocated with a tight grip around my suit around my waist. We just held each other desperately, clinging onto the other person with everything that we had. In this lonely, empty cosmos, we were all that we had left.

Even though our entire worlds were crashing, tumbling down into oblivion right before our eyes, in Ruby’s embrace I felt… safer. I felt as if our little bubble of space could freeze time, and we can stay like this, holding each other forever. Everything stood still for a moment, and an inkling of a thought of us being okay floated in the back of my mind. I found myself believing that as long as we stayed here together, something would present itself and everything would be fixed. I desperately hoped a solution would show itself.

Tightening his hold on me, Ruby sobbed, “I’m so sorry Sapphire, I promised that we would go back to Earth alive, yet…”

“No, don’t apologize Ruby, this isn’t yer fault… I followed ya here myself,” I murmured.

A few more sniffles between us passed before Ruby continued, “Heh, guess this really did turn out to be a self-sacrificing story, huh? Even though I said I would never give up my life for this…”

“Well, if it weren’t for us, everyone would’ve died, Ruby. And if we were gonna die anyways, might as well just be us, not the entire world.”

He hummed in response. Then, a tiny red light started to flash on one of the lights on our arms. A robotic voice cut in, repeating, “Oxygen levels low, oxygen levels low, oxygen levels low…”

Upon hearing that, time stopped. My heart plummeted as I looked into Ruby’s fear-filled eyes. In that moment, we both knew that our fates had been sealed in the message of the lights. Soon the warnings faded away, and we were suddenly thrown back again into harsh reality.

“Looks like we don’t have that much time left…”

Hearing that confirmation from him caused my voice to catch in my throat. I didn’t want to believe it. All that we’ve been through, all of our adventures, all of the time we shared was suddenly going to come to an end. I didn’t want to let all of that go. I wanted to go back home with Ruby, to Emerald, my dad, everyone. I didn’t want to die out here without seeing all of them again!

“Well, since it seems like we’re running out of time…” he started, “I should probably tell you this before it’s too late, Sapphire.”

His gaze pierced straight through me, looking sincerely yet desperately. His breath hitched, as if trying to find the right words to say. Then, after pausing, he says, “Before we… go, I want to tell you that I…,” he took a deep breath in, preparing himself for what he was about to say, “I like you, Sapphire.”

Before I had a chance to react, he shook his head, “W-wait, no. I love you, actually. I really, really do.”

Initially taken aback, my jaw drops. My face goes unbelievably red, but I shake it off. My intuition already kind of saw this coming a while ago. I look back into his eyes and reply, “I know, Ruby”.

Now his face takes on a red hue, and his eyes widen in shock. “You knew?! What do you mean? I’ve never said it to you before.”

The corner of my mouth raises a bit into a smile. “C’mon, the whole ‘I don’t wanna be separated you, so become Lore Keeper with me!’ speech you gave earlier? I kinda figured it out then, ya dork”.

Ruby averts his eyes away from me, clearly embarrassed. I let out a small chuckle, then I add, “But thank you for saying those words Ruby.” My face goes red again, as I consider my words, “A-and, I’ll confess to you again. I love you too, truly. If I were to die with someone, I’m glad I’m with you, until the very end.”

I bury my head into his chest, my cheeks against the rim of my helmet. He places his gloved hand on the top of my helmet, hugging me closer. “I’m glad I got to be with you too, Sapphire.”

Suddenly, another automated voice interrupted us. “Warning: five minutes worth of oxygen remaining.”

The world, or, the universe, is cruel I discovered. I had waited so long to be held by Ruby like this, to finally tell him my true feelings (again) and to live happily ever after. Sure, it’s finally happened, but… I won’t even be able to feel his touch anymore. I won’t be able to intertwine his hands in my own, to run my fingers through his hair, nor would he be able to run his through mine. I won’t be able to caress his cheeks, or lean my head on his chest to hear his heartbeat. Why did we have to confess right here and now, when I won’t even be able to reach him anymore? Why are we finally together now, when we won’t even have that much time left together anyways?

“I-it really stinks…”

“What, Sapphire?”

“I-I mean,” I stuttered, “we won’t be able to feel each other while in these suits…” I gulped, “No matter how much I may want to, we won’t even be able to...”

“To what?”

I splurted, not being able to get the words out right out of sheer embarrassment, “Y-y-you know…”

“Well, what?” Ruby prodded.

“Urghh.. D-don’t make me say it!” I cry out, burying myself into his chest more.

“How do you expect me to know what you're saying if you don't say it? Just say it, Sapphire.”

“To kiss, ya idiot! For goodness sake!”

Heat rushes into my cheeks, and I look down away from his gaze.

“Oh…”

“This is why the universe is so cruel. I really want to kiss you, but I can't… And, we’ll never be able to.” I sniffle, and a tear begin to fall. I make no move to try and hide it, as I know I can't even touch my own face to wipe it away.

Looking down to me, Ruby softly mumbles, “I’d love to kiss you too, Sapphire. Especially to make those tears of yours go away.”

We held each other again, internally lamenting what we couldn't reach. We were so close, yet far from reach. A few minutes later, the dreaded voice returned. “2 minutes of oxygen remaining…”

“You know, Sapphire, we still can. That is, if you want to.” Ruby stated in a low voice.

I released myself from his chest and looked at him in confusion. What did he mean? There was no way we could, since we had helmets in the way. What could he be thinking that could get around that obstacle?

“Whaddya mean? There’s no way we could with our helmets.” I looked into his eyes, searching for an answer to his claim. “The only way we could is if we…” Staring longer into his eyes, I realized what he had meant.

Oh.

I see now.

The idea kinda scared me, I’m not going to lie. I was contemplating it, however. But, was Ruby absolutely certain about that?

“Ruby… are you sure?” I questioned.

“We’re gonna die anyways, so I thought I might as well spend my last moments with you. So yes, I’m sure about it if you are.” Ruby said softly.

He did have a point. We had a little less than 2 minutes of oxygen, and our situation is looking hopeless at this point. Plus, I would probably find myself regretting spending the next few minutes not doing it, which would then turn to never. So I contemplated it for a few seconds, and came to a decision.

“We’re going to need two hands for that,” I stated.

“Oh, just wrap one of your legs around mine. Then when we’re done we can change back to using our hands.” he answered.

Following his suggestion, I intertwined my legs with his, establishing a firm hold on each other so we don’t float away. Giving his eyes a quick glance, we released our hands for the first time since we’ve been thrown out into space. Letting go of his hand made me realize that we were really about to do this, and I became a little scared. However, knowing that I’ll at least get to feel Ruby one more time before departing put my anxious heart a little at ease. I raised both of my hands to my helmet, grasping the base of it.

“Hey Ruby?”

“Hmm?”

“... Just in case you won’t be able to hear me after this, I just want to say that I love you.”

“I love you too, Sapphire, now and always.”

With that, I breathe in one more time, then exhale. I then released my helmet, and the last thing I hear is the pressurized hiss of the remainder of my oxygen dissipate.

Immediately, everything started to hurt. My eyes and mouth felt as if they were boiling, to a point where it was excruciating. My vision began to blur, but I reached my hands for Ruby, and as soon as I felt him I swiftly pulled him towards me. I crashed my lips onto his, trying to cherish every precious second. I felt him placing a hand behind my neck, so I in return cup both of his cheeks with my hands. I bring his face closer to mine, deepening our lip lock. Despite not being able to breathe, fading out of consciousness, and my heartbeat slowing, I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted to be able to be able to kiss Ruby again after this, I wanted to be able to tell him that I love him again, to maybe go on a date, have a future together. But this kiss is the closest thing I would ever get to any of that.

Feeling weaker by the second, we slowly pull away from each other. I start to get blotchy vision, barely being able to see Ruby’s swollen face. I see him starting to lose consciousness too, trying desperately to hang on just a few seconds more. The pain has become numbing at this point, and I know that our time has almost come. Weakly lowering my swollen, numb hands to his neck, I try and hang onto this feeling for as long as I can.

However, I feel my mind slip back to unconsciousness.

“I’m happy… that we could be together ‘til the last moment…”

I feebly say against his neck, although I’m not sure if he, let alone anyone, could hear me. Then, I fade completely into the darkness.

#pokemon #pokespe #pokemon special #franticshipping #trainer ruby #trainer sapphire #nessies fics #nfa;ljef;jr;ojalf yeah i know a lot of it is cheesy but i actually kinda like it #for now #im gonna hate this in a month watch #but yeah i hope some of you might like this reeeeeeeee

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kacebox · 6 years

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Shipping Just Sucks For Me

I’m going to share with you all here on Tumblr a little bit of frustration I have when it comes to enjoying whatever fictional dramas I do. Be they TV shows or some film franchise, it always seems to be the same.

I didn’t know the term “shipping” even existed until about Summer 2004 when I started frequenting some L Word message boards. It was a bit of internet language I wasn’t familiar with. From there I was introduced to concepts like ship names, names based on whatever pairings, romantically or otherwise from some show or movie. I remember an early favorite of mine was a friendship based one from TLW called AlShaDane, based on a trio of friends, Alice Pieszecki, Shane MacCutcheon, and Dana Fairbanks. There was Dana/Lara and when that fell through, there was Alice/Dana aka Danish.

For TLW, the big one and the one that still persists to something else I was introduced to in 2004, FanFic was TiBette, Bette/Tina. That was the first truly fierce, “ride or die” ship fandom I can recall and it’s still rather fierce.

Eventually I learned what I could of the terminology so I could apply it to my own fandom. The L Word aka TLW was important in teaching me a lot of stuff I wasn’t familiar with, but also teaching something else important and that’s shipping disappointment, also fandom disappointment.

TLW prepared me to deal with a lot of bullshit I’ve noticed when it comes to the fandoms I represent. Dana Fairbanks was my favorite character. She had the most intriguing story overall as it concerned the main characters. Naturally, she’s the one the writers decided to kill off in Season 3 while she was already in the middle of a gripping enough storyline involving herself, Alice, and Lara. I had also become a fan of the Shane/Carmen pairing and of course that died at the end of Season 3.

I remember writing the first (and only successful) fanfic based on the trauma that I and some other fans had dealt with as a result of that season. I’ve tried here and there to write some stuff since, but I’m fucking horrible at writing.

By the time TLW ended in 2009, it felt like a mercy killing and it would be a while before I was able to watch anything though I should point out I did watch FlashForward for the freak show effect of the plot.

2013 was when I finally started opening back up to watching any shows again, starting with Agents of SHIELD and The Blacklist. Eventually I would catch up on some other shows I eventually became interested. In 2015, Supergirl would burst on the scene and that show quickly went from curiosity to my favorite show, the reason why episodic TV was worth it. I became a big fan of the Danvers sisters and how they dealt with the growing pains of Kara growing into being a superhero and the support and love from Alex who had always been there for her since Kara showed up at the Danvers’ doorstep.

Unfortunately, Supergirl had to deal with CBS during Season 1, but thankfully the show as able to move over to the CW where I figured things might open up. I admit, my initial reaction to Maggie showing up had me at “Huh?” Then I remembered, it probably wasn’t likely Maggie was gonna show up on Gotham and date the future Batwoman who herself has yet to appear on that show.

Then Season 2 came along and Alex and Maggie started interacting. There was an instant chemistry to it. Sanvers wasn’t like Olicity where I figured “Yeah I like it, but understand Oliver’s got that “destined loner” thing going against him (see: MacCutcheon, Shane). Like I said, TLW prepared me for this shit.

Sure there’s Barry/Iris, but that’s cheating as OF COURSE they’re supposed to be together. Then Sanvers happened. Cue the Sigma song with Rita Ora, “Coming Home” and that first kiss. It was Dana/Lara all over again for me. I remember how that one ended. Again, that show prepared me.

Yet still, here we are in 2017 and this amazing story with an amazing pairing of characters featuring actors with chemistry and empathy for the situation their characters are in yet we’re on the verge of the oil slick into the ravine, assuming it’s not there already.

Disappointment is disappointment and sure a good fanfic doesn’t hurt when it comes to distractions, but that can only get so far. Heck at one point last year I attempted (and failed) to write some story where not only were Jessica Jones and Felicity Smoak were a couple, but Supergirl and Quake were also one, because just the idea of that impossible pairing was too good to pass up without at least giving it a shot.

Again though, it’s fanfic. Anything may go there, but the writers of the official stuff still helm the controls. Creative and the network dictate what they can with the official narrative and there’s not much we can do about it. Based on my avatar as of this writing, it’s apparent that I’m a big Holtzbert fan as well, based on Jillian Holtzmann and Erin Gilbert from Ghostbusters (2016), my favorite of the Gb films. Sadly, I don’t think that will ever be successfully addressed either in a sequel that might not ever happen to the comic adaptation that currently gets to form the narrative, courtesy of IDW Publishing.

Which brings me back to Sanvers. Here’s what the current state of Supergirl has done to me. Keep in mind, this is still my favorite show, but I’ve gone from watching the show as it airs to DVR’ing it for later to delaying watching it and the other shows I’m into. I’m currently 2 weeks behind and this Monday it might be 3. I’m still keeping up thanks to social media, but it sure does make me feel apprehensive about hitting Play.

Everything is veering towards an inevitable breakup and I’m none too pleased about this. I get that Floriana Lima, who plays Maggie is up for checking out some other gigs while she can and that’s fine. I get that Creative is more interested in teasing the Supercorp (Kara/Lena) fans while shoehorning Karamel (Kara/Mon-El) in even when they’re not together.

Don’t get me wrong Karamelers, I’m not anti-Karamel necessarily. I think they’re good together. It’s just not something I feel strongly about either way. I love that Team Karamel is ride or die for their favorite couple. I dig that. I also dig Team Supercorp and they’re undying faith in a concept no doubt feel should be given a chance. I know that feeling well. Unfortunately, I also know what it’s like to be disappointed at such a chance not being taken.

I don’t like feeling strongly about ships. Again, I learned from TLW that’s a quick access point to resentment toward strangers trying to write their narrative. With the exception of some likes or whatnot on social media I’ve tried keeping all this in check, but I admit it’s getting harder to do that. There’s this level of bile building up, a level that I haven’t felt since Losing the Light on March 12, 2006. Trust me when I say I was not particularly pleasant that night.

If/when the big Sanvers breakup happens on Sg, I’ll likely find out about it before I get around to watching it and it’s still gonna suck.

These people have lives.

These people have jobs to do.

These people are just trying to tell some story the best they can.

That’s me trying to remind myself to be rational. That’s me trying to remind myself that ultimately this is fictional bullshit that should have no effect on my or anyone else’s life.

Then I remember how wrong I am. Then I remember the families who shared their stories about how the Danvers sisters dynamic was huge for them, especially those with a birthed child and one adopted. Then I remember the past year of reading just how powerful Alex’s coming out and the relationship with Maggie became instrumental in their lives. I remember thinking to myself “Wow” when it came to others struggling to come out and struggling with acceptance, struggling with all of these real life issues that Chyler Leigh has been able to provide her acting prowess to as Alex and how meaningful the Alex/Maggie relationship became.

This wasn’t just some TiBette shit where people simply loved the chemistry in everything Jennifer Beals (Bette) and Laurel Holloman (Tina) brought to the table in making the rollercoaster ride of that relationship work on screen. It wasn’t just about how natural they made it look, how organic it came off as. Sanvers wasn’t just some crazy idea worth checking. We weren’t interested in being baited. We weren’t interested in Sg Creative declaring, “hey let’s try a lesbian thing on here and see how it goes.” As the SEC football fans and marketing puts it, “it just means more.” We had no interest in Sanvers being some kind of exploitation project to attract the GLAAD viewers. For many of us it became personal, deeply personal. I have a bad feeling that once all this plays out the way it’s apparently going to, that by the time they’re able to resolve it, it’s going to be too late. When fans declare that “Sanvers is my endgame,” they’re not fucking kidding. Something to understand about LGBTQ viewers, myself representing the “B” side to that. We don’t like being dicked around. We don’t have time for it. We don’t have to be baited and we’re not interested in being thrown a damn scrap here and there.

Whether Sg Creative meant it, they tapped into something that’s become meaningful for many of us. For me it’s idealism mixed with some realism, which I realize is a bit crazy as it comes to a show about a flying white lady alien who among her superpowers is being able to do all that fighting and not get a single run in those tights.

Alex/Maggie is getting into Dana Fairbanks territory. It’s getting into Losing the Light territory. As much as creative has a right to tell their stories as best they can, I and other Sanvers supporters have a right to not be happy about it and be rather vocal about it.

I won’t allow for any ship to be my endgame. I just won’t. That said, even with the now apprehensive viewing, there’s going to be that disappointment. The previous decade, TLW made me realize that I was more of a fan for what the show could be than what it was. Supergirl with all those powers and abilities is going to wind up being the same. That just sucks.

Sanvers matters. Sanvers fans should also matter.

#Sanvers #Sanvers Matters #TheLWord #Supergirl

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