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Jari'eyc - Chapter 1

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Warnings: lots of stress, some emotional distress

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He’d done a few exercises, cleaned up the common spaces of the Marauder, and even browsed the Holonet for a little while, but for the first time in his recent memory, Echo was simply bored.

Tech had insisted that he didn’t need (or perhaps just didn’t want) additional help with the modifications he had been making to Cid’s gambling machines, Crosshair and Wrecker were off on a supply run, and Omega was training with Hunter.

There had been a bit of a dry spell as far as missions for Cid went; Tech even joked about how there wasn’t any crime left in Ord Mantell City.

Echo hated the quiet, and even more so the solitude. It felt eerie in a way he hesitated to put into words spoken to the others.

And every so often, there was a recurring thought that would pop unbidden into his mind over and over again in the quiet.

Echo, her voice would say. Sometimes it would be in a hushed voice, teeming with laughter. Occasionally, it would sound like she was in the medbay or cargo hold, calling for his help. But most of the time it would be the soft, sweet voice she’d use when he would have a nightmare, gently coaxing him to relax.

She isn’t here, he’d have to remind himself. She doesn’t care about any of us. The kindness and understanding in her eyes had been replaced with a cold, empty gaze the last time they’d seen her.

Echo shook his head gently, hoping to rid himself of the thoughts of their old lieutenant. He rose from the copilot’s seat, stretching his back a little as he heard the ramp start to open.

“Echo!” Omega shouted as she ran into the ship.

He smiled, dropping to one knee. “What’s up, kid?”

“Do you want to see what Hunter taught me today?” she grinned, innocently.

He glanced up at Hunter, eyeing him suspiciously. “Do I?”

Hunter chuckled, his arms crossing over his chest as Omega excitedly pulled Echo to the cargo bay.

“Hunter said until I’m bigger most of the enemies I’ll be fighting will be way bigger than me, so I have to use my surroundings and my speed to my advantage,” Omega recited, sending a proud smile to Hunter’s face.

“Alright then, verd’ika,” Echo smirked. “Take a second to observe your surroundings, then we’ll spar.”

Omega looked around excitedly until she was ready, falling into a starting position just as she had done so many times in the past few months.

“Widen your stance, Omega,” Hunter instructed from the doorway, earning a critical glance from Echo.

“Ready?” Echo asked, Omega nodding once. He nodded back, allowing her to attack first.

She flew towards him, his arms up defensively and ready to grab her, but she dropped to the ground, sliding effortlessly through the space between his legs.

He started to turn, but not fast enough as she climbed onto a nearby crate, using the extra height to jump onto his back. He grunted with the impact, grabbing her arms as he tried and failed to rebalance, toppling over onto the durasteel.

He grappled with the small girl, but she got the advantage, wrapping her legs around his remaining arm and across his chest, holding tight even as he poked at her with his scomp.

“Alright, alright, I yield,” he chuckled as she hesitantly let him go.

“How was that?” Omega asked excitedly.

“Good,” Hunter grinned, pulling Echo up from the floor.

Echo raised an eyebrow at Hunter. “The arm bar is new.”

The former sergeant shrugged. “We had extra time.”

“When does Crosshair get back?” asked Omega, pulling at the edge of Hunter’s shirt. “He said we’d do target practice today.”

“He should be back soon,” he answered, patting the top of Omega’s head a little.

She smiled again, running back to the gunner’s nest.

“She couldn’t show me her new trick on you?” Echo snarked, rolling the shoulder of his good arm.

Hunter smirked. “What fun would that be?”

“It’d be fun for me.”

Hunter rolled his eyes as he began walking back through the ship, pausing to listen for his brothers near the open ramp.

“Aw, lighten up Cross,” Wrecker chuckled, still somewhat loud despite being a good distance away. Crosshair didn’t answer, but Hunter knew he’d rolled his eyes.

Having Omega around definitely seemed to help, but Hunter knew Crosshair was struggling with the last few months more than the rest of them. It’s hard when your girlfriend tracks you across the Galaxy to make you and your family become brainless servants, Tech had said quietly one evening. At the time, however, Hunter couldn’t be sure if Tech had been alluding to Crosshair or himself.

Hunter knew there had been a lot left unsaid between Tech and Jaine. Hell, he knew that was true for all of them. She’d died. Fallen down a cliff and died. But then she was back, she woke up and saved their asses before falling unconscious again, and that was how she’d remained for months. They were shipped out without her and the next time they saw her she tried to kill them.

It was… complicated, to say the least. Hunter himself was struggling in more ways than one.

“Are you okay?” Omega asked, startling him from his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he answered too quickly, realizing he’d been frozen near the open ramp. “Just waiting on Wrecker and Crosshair to get back.”

Omega’s brow furrowed a little. Hunter always thought she looked so much like Crosshair when she did that, it was uncanny. “But they got back a few minutes ago. They were arguing about how many credits they should’ve had left over, remember?”

Hunter ran a hand down his face. “Right, sorry.”

“You do that a lot,” Omega observed, quietly watching her brother.

“What?”

“Zone out. Have you always done that?”

Before Hunter could answer, Tech appeared behind him, startling him ever so slightly, apparently done with his tasks from Cid. “No, that would be a recent development.”

Omega nodded thoughtfully. “What do you think about when you do that?”

When she got like this she always reminded him of Tech when he was a cadet. Seeming like she’s putting the pieces of a puzzle together in her head. He could see all these little pieces of his brothers in her and it always made his heart warm.

“Hunter?”

Hunter realized he’d been lost in thought again. He looked around quickly, Omega and Tech nowhere to be seen, seeming to have disappeared. Crosshair now stood in front of him. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright, vod,” he said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know.”

Hunter caught his eyes, noting a sympathy he hadn’t noticed before.

“I’ve been… getting lost, too,” he whispered.

Hunter nodded, grateful for the companionship he felt with his brother.

“We’re heading out for target practice,” Crosshair said, tilting his head towards the door. “You can come if you want. Might help to take your mind off it all.”

Hunter gave a small smile. “Nah, you guys go. It’ll be good for you, you know? Just being around the kid.”

Crosshair chuckled. “Don’t… sit with it too long. Trust me, it’ll drive you crazy.

With an eye roll and a dismissive wave, Crosshair was out the door, and Hunter could hear Omega happily chattering away and the smile in his brother’s voice as he answered.

Hunter wandered around the ship to the familiar tune of Wrecker’s snoring while he napped. It was still their home, but it felt so off.

“Do you need something?” Tech asked, not looking up from his datapad

Hunter hadn’t really noticed that he’d arrived in the cockpit. He shook his head, hoping to clear the haze as he plopped down into the copilot’s chair. “What are you working on?”

Tech’s brow furrowed a little, his eyes shifting to glance at his brother. “I am reorganizing some of the audio recordings I have stored.”

“Sounds exciting,” Hunter chuckled.

“It is somewhat tedious.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Actually, it tends to calm my mind. If nothing else, it proves to be a distraction that is still productive.”

Hunter nodded, watching his brother’s hand fly across his data pad. He wasn’t sure how long they sat in silence together, Tech tapping away and Hunter just watching the sky through the viewport.

“What are you doing?” Jaine asked, stepping into the cockpit.

“Just taking in the view,” Hunter shrugged.

“What, haven't you seen hyperspace enough?”

Hunter chuckled, sparing a glance as she plopped down in the pilot’s chair next to him. “Guess I’m not tired of it yet.”

Jaine nodded, letting her eyes get lost in the blue streaks of the hyperspace lane.

“Credit for your thoughts?” she smiled.

“Not much going on up there,” he chuckled.

“Oh, please,” she groaned. “There’s gotta be something interesting.”

Hunter shook his head with a sigh. “I guess just… thinking about the future.”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“What’ll happen to us after the war? Is the Republic just going to keep us on their leash until we all die off or will we ever actually be- I don’t know.”

Jaine nodded. “I’d say that’s all worth more than a credit, Sarge.”

Hunter scoffed. “Listen, you don’t have to take this watch. I don’t mind staying up until-”

“Oh stop it, Hunter,” she laughed. “Just because I’m new to this squad doesn’t mean I can’t take a watch. I might be a nat-born, but I’m not a baby.”

Hunter’s hands came up in defense. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, sliding out of his chair to walk back to the bunks.

“Hunter,” Jaine called over her shoulder, making him pause to look back. “Good night.”

He felt a small flame ignite in his chest and his face heated up. “Good night, Jaine.”

“Hunter, did you hear me?”

“What?” Hunter said, a wave of grogginess settling over him.

“Just asked if you wanted to come into town for some food,” Wrecker repeated, his worry showing obviously on his face. He exchanged a small glance with Tech and Echo.

“Right, yeah, I’ll meet up with you guys at Cid’s later,” he said, waving them off.

“How long can you pull this off, Starlight?”

Hunter sighed, running his hands over his face. “Please, don’t,” he quietly pleaded.

“Your emotions are calling out to me.”

“You- you just sound too much like her.”

“You never minded that before.”

“She didn’t try to kill us before.”

The Chromira sighed, the little ball of light resting on the control panel in front of him. “I suppose that’s fair.”

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, willing his incoming migraine to fade. “Can I-… is she okay?”

“Starlight-”

“Please,” he pleaded, barely restrained tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “I just need to know.”

The Chromira was quiet for a long moment as Hunter let his tears flow freely, but silently down his cheeks.

“Starlight,” she began hesitantly. “You know there are... some things that I cannot divulge.”

Hunter didn’t answer, his jaw clenching uncomfortably.

He wasn’t sure how much longer the Chromira stayed with him as he sat there, silently allowing the salty water to drip down his cheeks, but by the time he opened his eyes, scrubbing his tears away with his hands, the light had faded.

—

“I’m worried about him,” Echo said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Omega and Wrecker were still occupied with picking out which flavor of Mantell Mix they wanted to try next. “He’s barely eating, or sleeping for that matter. He zones out all the time.”

“A lot has changed,” Crosshair offered. “I can’t blame him.”

“I know, but- it’s just when I went back into the ship for Omega’s jacket, he was talking.”

Crosshair paused, freezing before he put the bite of his food in his mouth. “He got a comm?”

“I don’t think so,” Echo scowled. “I didn’t hear anyone else talking.”

“Hunter’s hearing things now?”

“Auditory hallucinations are not an uncommon side effect of sleep deprivation,” Tech added, setting a tray down on their table. “It would not surprise me if Hunter was experiencing them.”

“Okay, so Hunter’s losing his mind,” Crosshair quipped with a small shrug. “Who did he think he was talking to?”

“I don’t know,” Echo frowned into his cup of caf. “He didn’t seem happy though.”

“Yeah, like any of us are.”

“Omega seems to be adjusting well,” Tech pointed out.

The three of them looked over to where Omega and Wrecker laughed together as they tried the new Mantell Mix. Echo smiled. “At least there’s that.”

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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Batfam Headcanon: Pregnancy

✾ Request: Can I request a batfam headcanon? Batboys reactions when Kory says she’s pregnant of Mar’i. Btw love you page💕

✾ A/N: You teased me about dickkory, now you got a bible. That’s how it goes. Also, added Babs, Alfred and Bruce as bonus. And I’m glad you enjoy my work! Ps: I barely know Duke, tha’s why he doesn’t show up here.

✾ Disclaimer: Main relationship is Dick Grayson x Koriand’r. Mentions of Tim x Steph and Tim x Kon (kind of?). Check my Fandoms’ liist to see which Ships I’ll write for.

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Dick Grayson

I'm gonna use unpublished Nightwing #30 here: he and Kory had sex when he was getting ready for the agente stuff.

Once Agent 37 is off the deal, they end up finding each other again. A bit before Dick gets shoot.

And then, as usually it is between the acrobat and the alien princess, they do it again.

Over and over again.

She gets pregnant and finds out by the time Dick is amnesic.

Don't @ me DC would do that.

Kory flies towards Bludhaven & talks to him. It's not exactly successful. As he had said to Babs before, he didn't want his memories back. Ric was happy without Dick's conscience.

But Starfire isn't asking for her; it's about him, of course. He should be himself, he worked very hard through years to become who he truly was. But mostly, she begged him to come back because of a new addition to their lives.

Pregnant alien!!

At first, Ric Grayson doesn't believe it. Actually, part of him is aware that's true, he can feel it in the change inside his heart when he saw her; something similar to shame and adoration and excitement at once. Kory moved, talked, and seemed like someone he could love, be completely crazy about.

But he wasn't a father!

Koriand'r leaves, and Grayson is by himself again. Without his Gotham or Titans affiliates.

And, for the first time, there is no comfort in that.

He could tell she wasn't lying. Even though a part of his treacherous new mind tried to convince him otherwise.

Grayson's mind didn't know any gorgeous alien, let alone a pregnant with his child alien.

Yet, Dick felt like he had her in his veins. Just like he did with Bruce, Damian, Barbara, Donna, and the others. Tickles behind his skin, a red alarm for a memory that was long lost. But the sensation of keeping it somewhere remained inside him.

Although, when it came to the redhead princess, the warmth inside him was more intense.

Dick was going to be a father. He didn't even know his whole self and would be needed to take care of someone else. Someone small, part of him, and the legacy of the Flying Grayson's. Besides, he didn't even actually remember the mother of his kid.

didn't even remember making the kid.

He calls Bruce. Telling him to bring the antidote that Barbara was keeping if he wanted his memories back.

Not for him, not because it was the right thing, not because of everyone who claimed to love him cried for Dick to do that. Not even because of familiar senses holding into him every time he interacted with someone from his past.

But because he was going to be a father.

This decision was for his child.

When Bruce, Babs, and Damian ask why, he doesn't answer.

He remembers now, and he needs to find Kory.

It's scary, exciting, and the biggest surprise she ever gave to him-- even more scandalous than the day she fell on earth and kissed him.

A dad! He would be a dad!

Jason Todd

It all started off as an unusual ordinary day;

Roy got himself in trouble, Jason went to help him and the little problem became a bigger situation. Roy called Kory and a few minutes later, the situation was replaced by dust and fire smell. No one died, but it was enough to make the villains leave.

In the middle of ''What the fuck they wanted?" & "Who were they?" wonders, the original Outlaws heard a familiar motorcycle's noise which made Jason huff, Roy arch eyebrows and Kory confused.

Dick Grayson was there.

He was hysterical, blue eyes flaming with worry and relief towards Kory. Between their couple discussion and the others attempt to understand what was going on

Were they back together? Did dick know about the outlaws' way and was sticking his nose where it didn't belong? Did the titans need kory urgently?

Until 'pregnant' left Dick's lips, being followed by Kory's chaotic scream of "Just because I am pregnant, it does not mean I can not fight!"

Roy just had to get closer to them and explain that it would make no good to go through stressful situations, especially if he got it right.

A deep breath would be taken, and then Dick would apologize to Kory, saying he was just really scared for both of them. She'd look at her Outlaw friends and curve the corner of her lips-- that Kory smile that translate into 'I've seen hell and chose to use its flames to warm up the cold places of my heart.'

‘’Jason, Roy. . . I am expecting a baby.’’

Meanwhile, Jason was taking off his helmet and glaring at his friends with a perplexed look on his face. Also, a slightly desire of punching Dick. Last time he had heard of their relationship, it was about both of them avoiding each other, his older brother telling him to take care of Kory and Jason calling Dick an idiot. Yeah, he had to have a chat with him later.

For now, Roy was pulling him and Kory into a group hug.

Almost felt like their old times together.

Roy: Outlaw baby!! / Dick: Excuse me?

Tim Drake

Okay, okay. First of all, he wasn't planning on seeing any member of his family for a quite while. Not that Tim didn't want to, he was just really running out of time. Being Young Justice's leader was a full time job, and he wanted to be excellent at it.

But things don't always pass by as they were settle to. Therefore, when a disaster happens and Conner, of all people, gets hurt, Tim is in a delicate state of mind.

Drake is smart. He knows it isn't just about Conner. It's all the small things he's been keeping since Gotham.

Not enough sleep, but a certain amount of coffee to make his hands shake when it's late enough for the sun to come out weakly. His relationship with Steph is growing with disagreements from both lives; heroic and urban. His best friend is hurt because he analyzed too much a situation instead of telling his team what to do, so they made their independent choices. A dumb mistake, the kind that Batman would be disappointed of. Tim himself was biting his own neck about it. How could he be a leader? He should be better than that.

And then, he made a call. Because of all things he might be and might not be, he wasn't Batman.

Tim had friends, and a brother that would know what he was going through.

And he knew how to ask for help sometimes.

Dick comes by as fast as possible. They go to the roof and talk it out.

"Remember that they aren't just your team, Tim," He would say, a tranquil smile on his face. It's so similar to how he explained his relationship with the Titans when Drake was still Robin years ago. "They are your family. It's impossible for you not to be affected when they get hurt or something goes wrong. But they are alive. They still trust you. They believe, and need you. You need to give yourself some credit, and do your best for them."

OF COURSE Tim is stubborn about that because Dick is Dick and he basically grew with the Titans, it wasn't the same thing. He didn't have his older brother's skills to command, communicate, etc.

It was scary.

"Yet, Tim, a lot of things are scary. But you have to keep going. For who needs saving. For yourself. For the people you love."

His tone is too sentimental, even for Dick's big brother moments.

"You need to find something to fight for. That's how you keep going, even when you make mistakes. Good news, you already have it. "

Tim: Yeah, I think so. . . You came back to the Titans? I still have access to the computers.

Dick: Yeah, no. Kind if. It's complicated.

Tim: "Complicated? Like. . . Alien kind of complication?"

Dick: "You should know about that, huh?"

BLUSHING, STUTTERING TIM. Cutting it because I already mentioned Steph, but I couldn't miss this opportunity ok.

Dick just laughs about it.

"Starfire isn't complicated, but yeah. We are still deciding if we will keep in the Titans or if we are going to Bludhaven for now."

"It sounds serious, even permanent."

"As permanent as a baby can be."

HHSHHSUSJJSIUSIE

BABY?

IS SHE PREGNANT??

Yeah, Tim was pretty wake, and shaking, and his brain felt like burning right now.

OH MY-- DICK

He was going to be a FATHER.

"YOU ARE GONNA BE A PARENT!"

But then, Dick was the older one and the best with kids.

"WAIT, SHE WILL BE HALF ALIEN. An hybrid. In nature, two different but similar species can procreate, but their kid can't have kids. Do you think--"

"Tim, calm down. Can you at least give me congratulations before talking about my unborn child's probable infertility?"

Damian Wayne

He knew Kory and Dick had been seeing each other again.

Therefore, making one of them notice his presence before showing up was necessary.

He didn't want to accidentally see profanity between his brother figure and his team's current leader, thank you.

After an obvious noise, he got in Dick's apartment.

As expected, Starfire was there.

She was standing up, and Grayson and looking at her tearful, while holding her belly.

It wasn't possible.

Grayson wouldn't be that irresponsible, would he?

Of course he would.

" So, I supposed Starfire either has a deadly bellyache, or you two are procreating. "

He is mildly fearing that Dick won't have much time for him, but that's a matter for another time.

BONUS!

Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth

Dick visits the manor with Kory someday.

He had to give the news or Batman would end up knowing anyway.

Honestly, it wasn't about that. He actually wanted to tell Bruce about his baby.

Alfred was there when they exchanged greetings, politely as usual.

‘'We are having a baby.'’

Listen, Bruce knows how to keep his emotions under his skin, but his eldest son being a father?

This must be the most real expression he has showed in years, and it's full of emotions; he is content, and surprised, and worried.

Some would say that Alfred was tearfully, but kept his posture. Master Bruce really made it. Obstacles, of course, even more than necessary at times. Yet, he was going to be a grandfather, and master Dick was becoming a father.

Gotham had a sunny day for once.

Barbara Gordon

If it's not Kory and Babs' baby, she will be aunt Babs

Something happens, help becomes needed.

Nightwing shows up in the middle of the combat, he was in Gotham to talk to Bruce & Alfred & Damian, anyway.

Batman dispersed him, though.

And Batgirl was confused by Batman's choice, especially after listening to his explanation:

"Nightwing, this is more dangerous than our usual job. I will take Robin and Batgirl. You have more urgent thinks to be taken care of. "

The dynamic duo leaves and there is just two long time friends.

It doesn't take a half second for Barbara to notice Dick hiding something.

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

"All right, Dick Grayson. What did you do?"

"Apparently, a baby."

????????????

"He has been ditching me since he learned about Kory's pregnancy."

"KORY'S WHAT!?"

"You didn't even tell me you two were back together!"

"You lost your virginity to an attractive alien and now she is pregnant with your child. That is. . . Surprising."

"I am really happy for you, Dick."

"Thank you, Babs. . . You know what? Maybe it's time to actually introduce you to Kory."

Communicator ringing.

"After I take care of something. Go home, dad."

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rwbyvein · 4 years

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 011: I Am

Note: This runs parallel to the Checkmate arc, (Stray to Black and White)

* * *

RWBY were walking through Vale, "Oh, this is absolutely wonderful!"

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much, Weiss." Ruby said to her, "It's kind of weirding me out..." she mumbled.

"A festival dedicated to the cultures of the world! There will be dances! Parades! A tournament! Oh, the amount of planning and organization that goes into this event is simply breathtaking!"

"You really know how to take a good thing and make it sound boring." Yang depressingly said.

"Quiet you!" Weiss admonished her they approached the docks.

"Remind me again," Yang voiced, "why we're spending our Friday afternoon visiting the stupid docks?"

"Ugh," Ruby exclaimed, "they smell like fish!", causing Blake to roll her eyes.

"I've heard," Weiss said to her, "that students visiting from Vacuo will be arriving by ship today. And, as a representativeof Beacon, I feel as though it is my solemn duty to welcome them to this fine kingdom!"

"She wants to spy on them," Blake added, "so she'll have the upper hand in the tournament." This caused Weiss to scoff.

"You can't prove that!"

Ruby stopped as, looking down the street, she saw a dust shop with broken windows, a police line, and police officers. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, and walked up to the tape to talk to one of the officers, "What happened here?"

"Robbery." the first detective said to her, "Second Dust shop to be hit this week. This place is turning into a jungle." At this, Blake looked away with disgust while Yang sighed.

"That's terrible."

"They left all the money again." the second detective added.

"Huh?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah," the first Detective asked, "just doesn't make a lick of sense. Who needs that much Dust?"

"I don't know, an army?" the second one asked.

"You thinking the White Fang?" the first detective asked.

"Yeah," the second one replied, "I'm thinking we don't get paid enough."

"Hmph! The White Fang." Weiss exclaimed, crossing her arms and pointing her nose in the air, "What an awful bunch of degenerates!"

"What's your problem?" Blake asked.

"My problem?" Weiss asked, "I simply don't care for the criminally insane."

"The White Fang is hardly a bunch of psychopaths." Blake stated "They're a collection of misguided Faunus."

"Misguided?" Weiss asked, "They want to wipe Humanity off the face of the planet!"

"So then they're very misguided." Blake exclaimed, "Either way, it doesn't explain why they would rob a Dust shop in the middle of downtown Vale!"

"Hmm... Blake's got a point." Ruby interjected, "Besides, the police never caught that Torchwick guy I ran into a few months ago... Maybe it was him."

"That still doesn't change the fact that the White Fang are a bunch of scum." Weiss exclaimed, "Those Faunus only know how to lie, cheat, and steal."

"That's... not necessarily true..." Yang voiced. 'oh, come on, Ice Queen.' she pleaded internally.

"Hey, stop that Faunus!" a man shouted.

RWBY rushed over to the boat, and Weiss sighed. "Stuff like this must make it tough to be a Faunus..."

"There are... far worse things..." Blake stated. "Have you seen how Humans treat... them?"

"Seeing this?," Weiss asked, "are you at all surprised?" and Blake looked down dejectedly.

* * *

Jaune knocked on RWBY's door, and got no reply.

"Maybe they are in town." Pyrrha said from behind him, and he shrugged.

* * *

JNPR opened their door and looked out as they heard shouting coming from RWBY's room.

"Uh... maybe we should just..." Jaune voiced, as he stepped back into their dorm room and closed the door.

* * *

They heard someone storm out of RWBY's room, and JNPR just looked at each other nervously.

* * *

Weiss tried to stand at attention as she looked out into the moonlight, and sighed. More than one secret hangs by a thread.

* * *

Jaune knocked on RWBY's door. Ruby opened the door, and saw NPR's heads sticking out of their room. "You guys alright?" Jaune asked, and Ruby sadly looked down.

"Weiss and Blake... had a bit of a..."

"Blowup." Yang said from inside the room.

"What about?" Jaune asked, and again, Ruby looked down, nervously. "Can I come in?.."

* * *

Jaune stood in the middle of RWBY's room, looking about. Yang was sitting on her bed, Weiss was laying on hers. "Okay, so... it turns out... Blake is with the White Fang..."

"The what?" Jaune asked.

"How could you possibly not know about those ruffians?" Weiss asked, "Those terrorists?" Jaune simply blunk at her in reply. "HOW COULD YOU?!.."

"EASY!" Yang shouted, and Weiss looked at the bed hanging above her. "The White Fang were a Faunus protest group... but something changed, and now they are starting all the fights."

"Do you have any idea what the White Fang have done to me?!" Weiss exclaimed. "To my family?!"

"But you..." Jaune said. He stopped as she looked at him starkly. "I think we need to talk." Weiss sadly nodded.

* * *

Jaune carefully worked his antlers into JNPR's dorm room. "Could we have the room?" he asked, and Nora stood up and saluted.

"We'll see you in the cafeteria." Pyrrha said with glee.

* * *

Jaune sat on his bed and gestured to Nora's. Weiss moved over and elegantly sat on Nora's bed, eyes still downcast. "Why... how does the White Fang have something against you?"

"Perhaps?.." Weiss nervously asked, "my father's... questionable... business choices..."

"But you are..." Jaune tried to say, but Weiss' look of anguish caused him to trail off.

"You swore you would not tell anyone about that." Weiss admonished him.

"I know... I mean... unless they already know about it... and you know about it... I mean..." he tried to say. "Are you saying... your family... discriminates against..." he then trailed off, gesturing to Weiss.

"Yes... well... they are... nothing but brutes and rapscallions..."

"And how does that work?" Jaune asked her.

"It... does not..." Weiss nervously replied, "If I do not have complete and utter control over my emotions, the colours of my plummage show themself..." She was nearly hyperventilating.

"You're safe here." Jaune stated, "I already know.

With this Weiss' breathing started to even out, and her plummage flushed dark blue... though... with hints of light...

"How can your father... do that to you?.." Jaune asked. "Make you deny such an important part of yourself."

"Quite simply, it seems." Weiss nervously, tersely, tensely replied, and then finally seemed to ease a bit, "Our entire lives we have been... heavily encouraged... to be good little scions of the house of Schnee... and nothing else..."

"I didn't know that Atlas had great houses?" Jaune asked.

"In truth, it does not." Weiss replied, "But that does not stop my father from having a talk with General Ironwood whenever he needs to. If you do not know, General Ironwood has two seats on the Atlas council. We do not have noble families, but we have families richer than nobles ever were, who effectively control the course of the kingdom from the shadows. The thing Father is most afraid of... is our house... falling..."

"And what do you want?" Jaune asked, and Weiss' eyes grew wide with shock. "Are you just going to let your father make you feel ashamed for existing? Seriously, if your father can't accept your for being a Faunus, why?.. just why?.."

"And just what, pray tell, do you expect me to do?" Weiss asked him.

"I don't know, accept that you are the beautiful Faunus I know you are?" Jaune asked. Weiss' dark blues largely turned to light. Her depression seemed to turn to hope. "You'll certainly have our support."

"And my family?.." Weiss asked, and Jaune simply shrugged.

"If they can't accept you?.." he said, and once again Weiss looked down.

* * *

"Look Weiss," Ruby quickly said, "it's not what you think, she explained the whole thing. See, she doesn't actually have a bow, she has kitty ears and they're actually kind of cute..."

Weiss simply ignored her, pushing her way past as she approached Blake, seated after her ordeal.

"Weiss," Blake quickly said to her, "I want you to know that I'm no longer associated with the White Fang. Back when I was with the-"

"Stop!" Weiss exclaimed, "Do you have any idea of how long we've been searching for you? - Twelve hours. That means I've had twelve hours to think about this. And in that twelve hours, I've decided..." Yang, Sun, and Ruby look on, worried. "I don't care."

"You don't care?" a surprised Blake asked.

"You said you are not one of them anymore," Weiss said to her, "right?"

"No, I-I haven't been since I was younger..." Blake tried to say, but Weiss quickly cut her off.

"Ah-bah-bah-bah-bah! I don't want to hear it. All I want to know is that the next time something this big comes up... you'll come to your teammates. And not some..." she said, and looked at Sun, "Someone else."

Blake looked between a grinning Ruby and Yang and wiped a tear from her eye, "Of course."

The four were having a wonderful moment until Ruby had to scream, "Yeah! Team RWBY is back together!"

Weiss pointed at Sun, "I'm still not quite sure about how I feel about you!"

Ruby looked around, "Hey, wait a minute... Where's Penny?"

Weiss breathed in deeply a few times before speaking. "There is something I must say to you."

Ruby, Blake, Yang and Sun all gathered around. Weiss used her glyph to launch Sun backwards, "Not you!"

Sun just shrugged in reply.

* * *

Ruby, Blake, and Yang all sat on their bed. Weiss stood in the centre, breathing deeply. "I guess I will just come out and say it... though you are all sworn to secrecy." Ruby, Blake, and Yang all nodded. "I... am a Faunus..."

Ruby's tail wagged eagerly.

"You're a WHAT?!" Blake exclaimed, and Weiss dropped her head.

"Blake!" Ruby admonished, and Blake looked down nervously.

"S... sorry..." Blake voiced, "But how does that make any sense?.."

"My father..." Weiss voiced, "is not exactly... a gentleman..."

"So?," Yang asked, "Dad's an asshole, but how this make you change colour?"

Blake glared at Yang through the bottom of her bed.

"If you must know?," Weiss asked, "I suppose, when stressed, your hair stands on it's end?"

"Uh, yeah?" Yang asked.

"For me," Weiss continued, "my plummage has colours..."

"Whatage?" Ruby asked.

"Her feathers." Blake stated, "Feathers?!"

"My plummage is light enough to be invisible." Weiss continued, "You are familiar with raven as a colour, correct?"

"Yeah?" Yang asked.

"It's through light refraction that gives it a blue hue." Weiss stated. "My feathers do the same. The higher the angle, the greater the refraction."

"So?" Ruby asked, "the more stressed out you are, the more blue you become?" and Weiss nodded.

"So, why the change of heart?" Yang asked, and Weiss developed a light blue hue, clutching her heart.

"Do I need a reason?" she asked.

"We - are - a - team!" Ruby exclaimed, and Blake shyly smiled and nodded.

"Unless anyone else has a deep confession they'd like to make?" Yang asked.

"I do... kind of... have a bit of a thing..." Ruby said, "for Jaune..."

"Good you can finally admit it." Yang stated, and Weiss' light blues darkened.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #pollinated knight ending

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dulcidyne · 4 years

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Experiments in Diplomacy: Compiling [8/?]

There’s nothing in the Interspecies Diplomacy subsection of the Initiative handbook that covers sharing a tech lab with an angara who can kill her in her sleep. She knows, she’s read every page. Twice. (A collection of in-between vignettes from the Tempest tech lab)

//Jaal x Ryder // Humor. Romance. SFW // Previous chapters: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7] or read on Ao3

Somewhere along the way to age seven, in Citadel docking bay 223, Se-ah Ryder decides crying, hugs, tantrums, and other public displays of emotion are things she has outgrown. Perfunctory, precise, she shuts them away as if embarrassing emotional habits can be sealed into donation boxes for young needy children in the Lower Wards like her half-melted asari dolls.

Donated or lost, the box she puts them in stays shut. She doesn’t cry when they pay their respects to her grandmother’s urn at the columbarium. Or, much later, in another docking bay, when Scott waves goodbye as he ships off for Arcturus. She doesn’t cry the first time Iraenya plays down their relationship to her colleagues, embarrassed and ashamed. And when her mother dies, she takes a page out of her father’s book and finds a hospital supply closet and stifles her tears into her shirt collar.

It stays shut, that is, until now. Until twenty-eight uninterrupted minutes of sobbing into Jaal’s chest, followed by forty-one additional minutes of sporadic weeping interspersed with flailing grasps at composure. So, obviously, there is only one logical conclusion to make.

“Just run them again,” Se-ah hisses.

“Once again, Ryder, my scans do not detect any pathologic neurological patterns outside of baseline variation.”

She woke up to the dim ambient glow of the powered-down machine displays running through their background system scans, half-reclining in Jaal’s arms, in his cot, having cried herself to sleep in his embrace like an infant--that alone is an abnormality. She doesn’t understand why SAM is having difficulty with the concept.

“Outside of baseline,” she pauses, the gnarled tangle that is her hair fluttering as Jaal’s snores gust over her head. It tickles her temples but she doesn’t want to dislodge the warm arm banding around her shoulders to brush it back. “Wait, SAM, does that mean you normally detect pathologic patterns?” “It exceeds my functional parameters to parse this data into a clinical diagnosis. It would be unethical to make an attempt. Dr. T’Perro would undoubtedly provide better insight.”

Maggie’s lights pulse unhurried staccato patterns from the corner. Se-ah stiffens in Jaal’s loose embrace, indignant. “ Unethical. You’re an AI integrated into my entire body. Little late to be worried about ethics isn’t it?”

“A relevant point. I additionally lack subjective expertise. My data collection is limited to two genetically similar individuals. It is therefore relatively impossible for me to extrapolate what is normal and abnormal outside of overt structural dysfunction.”

“Further,” SAM says, “I am not an inert observer. It cannot definitively quantify what impact my integration and ongoing observation and interaction has had on your baseline neurological state.”

Disquieting. Se-ah stills and attempts to parse this new revelation while Jaal’s chest rumbles against her ear like the purr of a massive but very contented kitten. It’s nice. She wishes she were still half asleep and allowed to enjoy it and not awake and mortified over her predicament. Mortified and now, thanks to SAM, horrified.

“So not only can you not tell me if my brain is broken, you’re also saying that just by being in my head, you’re changing how it works and doing so in a way that you lack the ability to detect? Like some kind of quantum observer effect?”

SAM doles out a calculated pause for her benefit. All his pauses are for her benefit as he processes information in nanoseconds, but this one feels especially so. A pity pause. Bad news pause.

“Correct.”

“Great,” she mutters, “I’m Schroedinger’s basketcase.”

“My scans do detect significant decreases to harmful neurological metabolites and reduced cortisol levels...likely the product of sufficient rest.”

So that’s what it is. No creaking limbs, phantom aches or raw fatigue scraping the inside of her eyelids raw. A loose, shivery sensation clings like mist in her chest. It feels like a lungful of the air on Mr. Orleal, saturated in starlight and the ozone tingle of the eezo deposits under the lake.

Melatonin has nothing on Jaal. Lexi would be thrilled. Happiness flutters against her ribs. She hides her smile against the vast sloping ridge of Jaal’s alien chest even though there’s no one else there to see how foolish it looks. A familiar scent tickles her nose and she sniffles back a sneeze. He smells warm and herbal, like grapefruit orchards and Earth sunsets--carnelian, blush,and gold-- if Earth sunsets prickled in her sinuses like wasabi.

As far as smiles go, this one caught on the precipice of a sneeze, feels the stupidest.

“Pathfinder, if you have a moment, I would like to discuss some of the data I obtained earlier…”

The tentative flutter of joy in her chest curls inwards on itself, recoiling. She screws up her face, tipping her head back over Jaal’s arm, his r ofjinn bunching up against the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck.

“SAM, I don’t want to waste all this beautiful mental clarity on parsing out my emotional breakdown.”

It’s not fair and she regrets saying it. He provides more than his share of explanations for her and this is supposed to be a reciprocal relationship after all.

“That classification is interesting, Pathfinder. Noradrenaline phasic signalling was decreased, indicating the absence of a stress response. You rate the subjective experience, however, as a negative one?”

Half the words don’t even sound familiar. Despite being the daughter of a neuroscientist, she picked up precious little on the subject. Latching on to what she understands, she attempts an answer.

“No. Not negative. The opposite, I guess?”

“I see.”

She absurdly pictures SAM fitting the L of his imaginary thumb and pointer finger to his imaginary chin in a gesture of academic interest. Her father used to do that, unwittingly providing Scott with ample ammo for his ‘Alec Ryder, mad scientist’ impressions.

“This supports my observations of the intense activity within the mesolimbic circuit--”

Se-ah winces. “You know, it’s pretty weird to hear all the gory details.”

“I do not comprehend the discomfort.” SAM states, an echo of her father’s scientific fascination faint in the synthetic voice modulation. Her own imagination, she’s sure. “Your emotions are best described as the limited interpretation of this signalling process.”

For some indefinable reason, she bristles.

“Maybe technically, but...it was this amazing, overwhelming experience and it didn’t feel limited . It felt...immense. Bigger than anything. Like I couldn’t possibly keep it in without bursting and then I did burst and apparently that looks like a lot of crying.”

Ugly crying. There was a not-small-amount of snot involved.

“It’s more than mesolimbic circuits,” she persists, words coming faster and her voice tightening, “Sometimes things are more than their physical, observable state. When I’m on a summit, what I experience isn’t just snow and stars and rocks...it's…well I wouldn’t bother with it if that was all I got out of it. Look, I don’t think I could ever explain it in a way you’d be able to understand.”

The channel goes silent, longer than the normal exaggerated pauses SAM inserts into his responses. The silence is deafening on the heels of her tirade. As if he’s...affronted.

“Thank you Ryder.” SAM says at last. Clipped and professional. Is it her imagination or is it too professional? If there were such a thing? “I will attempt an analysis with this feedback in mind.”

Se-ah nods, unnecessarily given that it is SAM, her heart sinking. Who knows what havoc a peeved AI could wreck in her brain, apparently without either of them any the wiser? And if she can’t explain it to SAM she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to explain what happened to Jaal. Not that she didn’t try before, during all the sobbing, but it was impossible to get anything out that wasn’t ‘I’m fine, I just...’ before dissolving into tears again. He didn’t press her for more.

But maybe now that she isn’t an emotional wreck, he might. Whether she has answers is less certain.

‘Sorry, SAM says you overloaded my mesolimbic circuit and that it’s all very scientific and reasonable and I’m not crazy. Or I might be. Have you heard the human folk tale about the cat?”

Awful. The shivering sensation in her chest unfurls again and spreads out into her fingers. She furrows them into the crease of Jaal’s side and the cot, letting his warmth soothe the trembling overtaking her frame. His arm wraps tighter reflexively. This is the sort of moment she wants to soak in, slow, like sunlight filtering through leaves stippling ancient Morse-code patterns over her face. Eyes closed, she inhales and vague memories sift warm impressions on the backs of her eyelids.

Hands, scarred and calloused and massive sweeping soft, reassuring circles against her back. His chin on the top of her head, her face tucked into the graceful sweep of his neck where a crook would be on hers. A low thrum: his voice, unintelligable, but soothing. A musical hum buzzes through the air.

Se-ah sighs and blinks her eyes open to glance up. He’s still deep asleep, snoring away. A hazy, contented smile gathers at the corners of his mouth and makes him look, for all the universe, like someone having a pleasant dream.

Despite spending the vast majority of her waking moments on the ship in his makeshift bedroom, she’s never seen him this way. The quiet of the ship is unsettling, he claims. Unlike his naps on the NOMAD, the only sleep she sees him take on the ship is fitful, almost violent--covers twisting, his hands clutching, face grimacing, the names of the lost wrenching out of him as he jolts awake. But even the sleep he snatches on the NOMAD doesn’t look this peaceful. It takes him quick and fast, like something joyless and inevitable. She grimaces. Like death.

Studying his lidded eyes, she shifts on the cot to lean her weight more on his chest and tip her head back, peering up at the sweeping planes of his cheekbones, the point of his chin, and the fine ridge of his brow. He’s beautiful. All angara are, to her eye-- all grace and noble carved profiles like ancient Athame sculptures given color, life, and a Romanesque bone structure. But Jaal’s beauty is sharper, more defined than anything out of asari or human antiquity. War and grief etch his face in a landscape of visible and invisible scars, throwing the softness that remains, obstinate and miraculous, in high relief. The softness is all she sees now. It is the face of a man who dreams, hopes, composes poems and perfumes, and is always seeking, searching, finding bits of wonder. If it weren’t for the kett, this might always be his face and Andromeda would be a place where it would fit. The dreamer. The tinkerer. The explorer.

But the kett stole that place away from him. War is spare. Merciless. There is little room for anything else but soldiers. Se-ah bites the inside of her lip, hard. Jaal is the first to insist he isn’t much of a soldier.

She doesn’t realize the snoring stops until he, without bothering to open his eyes, asks, “Yes, Ryder?”

Chagrined and surprised over how close she’s gotten, she immediately jolts away. “You’ve been awake? How long?” The slant of his smile changes but his eyes stay closed, “Long enough. Were you under the impression that you were being discreet?”

Fair point.

“So why didn’t you say something?” “I was trying to sleep. Speaking seemed counterproductive.”

“Uh huh. To your eavesdropping, maybe.”

Jaal doesn’t look at her, on account of the fact that he’d yet to bother opening his eyes, but the resigned set of his shoulders conveys a beleaguered expression that comes with an air of ‘No, I don’t think I’ll even bother ’. It’s one he wears around Liam with regularity. “Please do not attempt to explain that one. If I cannot sleep I’d much rather occupy my mind elsewhere.”

He makes a point of settling further into the cot, the large divot his body forms in the fabric deepening. Maybe he’s trying to free up the arm underneath her she realizes, belatedly. Renewed mortification crowds up her neck and she coughs to clear her throat. “Oh, then I should...leave you to that then,” she says, cheeks burning as she draws back against the gravitational pull of his weight on the cot, narrowly avoiding toppling on top of him.

“Stay.” At last Jaal blinks open his eyelids, a slow reveal of vivid blue. He looks at her, uncharacteristically uncertain, before saying, simply, “If...you’d like. You could join me.”

She hesitates. “Join you--elsewhere?”

“No, just here.”

Somehow he feels...closer. Not physically. It’s as if the gap in the universe between them has vanished overnight. She’s no longer on the precipice, her thoughts and feelings a faint, distorted comm. She’s there , a few bare centimeters in front of him and he’s looking at her as if he can see every detail of her with absolute clarity. It’s dreamer’s look with a tinkerer’s focus and his eyes are luminous, twin helium nebulae lit from within with something like wonder. She mistook it for morbid fascination once. This time she knows better. He smiles as if he might laugh. Fond. Unbearably so. Her chest hurts to look at it.

“No idioms, nothing else. Just this. Right now.” The words linger, rippling against her skin in gentle, rumbling waves. Jaal crooks his pinned arm and brushes back the fluttering snarl of her hair.

A quiet bubble settles around the tiny cot, enclosing them within the warm, sunset smell of him. It feels safe. Like home. She doesn’t know the last time she felt those things. Not since-- It should be strange to find them here, an entire galaxy away, with an alien who openly spoke about killing her after they’d just met.

Jaal’s huff of a laugh skips across the quiet like a smooth stone on a lake surface. Something about it tells her he’s picked up on the precise turn of her thoughts--too perceptive by half. “You know, you are remarkably expressive. Almost angaran.”

She tucks her face into the slope of his neck and pulls a scowl, even though it isn’t an insult. The memory of her tragic poker loss to Gil is still all too fresh and she feels a little too raw, a little too exposed with nowhere to hide her vulnerabilities. Instead of answering, she buries a noncommittal sound into his bare skin.

He laughs again, rueful and soft. “It was a clumsy effort, but it was intended as a compliment. We are a vocal people. More than words and expressions. In addition to combative and deliberate communication uses, our bioelectrics have subtle subconscious patterns and pulses. I believe your hanar are similar, in the visible electromagnetic spectrum. It is difficult to suppress. Few have scrupulous reasons to try.”

His fused fingers twine into her hair. It seems a point of endless fascination for him. Even in the Milky Way, hair is something of a novelty.

“The emotions of those around us pervade all our senses. It saturates our lives. My first days on this ship were so...disorienting. I felt the absence keenly, like a limb lost in battle.”

Her scowl vanishes and she looks up to meet his eyes again. Of course, she’d suspected his trouble adjusting, but never knew the full extent. He kept so much hidden then. “It must have made it that much more difficult, deciding if you could trust us.”

Jaal laughs. It sounds pained. “Very. I learned to look harder, with time. There is a beauty in subtlety. Underappreciated among my people, but I’ve grown quite fond of it. Humans were easier. And then, there was you.”

“About as subtle as a flaming ship crashing on your planet?”

Genuine mirth threads into his laughter, his eyes tracing over her upturned face. “Yes. An apt comparison. Vivid, exciting… deeply alarming to some.”

She brightens and his smile deepens. The hand at her temple curls against her skin to brush a soft line over her cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

“It made trusting you more easy than wise, considering the risk.”

“I’m sure Evfra disapproved,” she says.

“Of course. Evfra is a cautious strategist. He despaired of me.”

Jaal leans his cheek against her head, looking off towards the dim ambient glow of the machines running through their downtime routines.

“My caution was always a feeble force and your face...says such beautiful things. I didn’t understand why you struggled so desperately to hide them away.” He adds, blunt as ever, “Not... well, of course . But with an extraordinary amount of effort. I imagine it was exhausting. Inexpressibly painful. My heart ached just to see it.”

The corners of her eyes begin to prickle. Machine lights catch on the dust motes, adrift on the flickering electrostatic currents weaving around and between them, setting each pinpoint aglow like rippling eddies of distant stars.

“I thought the same about you, you know. Before we rescued the Moshae.”

Caution shackling his expressions and the strategic withdrawals into clipped one-word answers calculated to give as little away as possible. She’s more glad than she can say to have earned his trust and the chance to see his genuine self without the fetters of fear and uncertainty. He said getting to know her would be a gift and that is how knowing him better feels--like the best gift she didn’t even know to ask for.

He nods. “Yes. I wept for joy that she was safe and for the wrenching horror of what we learned that day but also I wept for my freedom from my own fears. Escaping them was...liberating despite my grief. Cathartic. I think perhaps you felt something of that same freedom. Earlier, when you cried.”

Catharsis. Freedom-- but from what? She wasn’t on a diplomatic mission with alien intruders. She was just-- her . A touch-starved awkward hugger with a trigger-happy mesolimbic circuit. But, that feels insufficient as far as explanations go. Instead, she remembers Scott crying, wailing, hands fisting over his eyes. It’s gone. I have to find it. People are looking. Mom ignores them and kneels despite the crowd, attempting to soothe him. Alec Ryder’s stonefaced expression fractures into a grimace. Pained. He turns away. His hand presses down on her own small shoulder and squeezes. It feels like pride. She forces her chin to stop quivering. She won’t cry. Nothing will ever be okay and everything is wrong but she is Alec Ryder’s daughter and she is old enough to do that much.

A tear slips into her hairline and Jaal’s thumb rubs it away. Breath held, she reaches up between them to capture his hand in her own. His eyes are full of reflected stars, twin galaxies pulling her into their inexorable spin. At the point of her outstretched fingernail is a pinprick of light, fanning off, faintly luminous, refracting off her tears.Se-ah pauses, taken aback, blinking away the moisture collecting on her lashes. It’s not a trick of the light. Her fingertips are actually glowing. And, she realizes, the air is...humming.

“SAM, are we about to fry anything with this corona discharge?” she asks. All at once the air changes, the charged dust motes around them still and the lights on her fingertips flicker out. It smells and feels like a storm just swept out of the tech lab.

“Appropriate precautions have already been taken to accommodate non-combat angaran electromagnetic field manipulation, Pathfinder. Ozone levels are also within acceptable limits.”

Jaal coughs and looks away, suddenly awkward. “Ahh...as I was saying, it requires some concentration to suppress.”

“Can you stop? Concentrating that is? It’s not as if--well, SAM said it wouldn’t hurt anything.”

Now that she’s paying better attention, she can feel the tingling pressure building and shifting around them. The hairs stand up on her arms. The air smells bright and clean. Light collects on her fingertips again. Faint, but visible. Se-ah laughs, delighted, and slowly bends her fingers, watching the blue flicker and reappear. Ionized plasma balancing on the edge of an electromagnetic field pierced by the short point of her nail. Hardly seemed subtle in her book. Little about him was.

“We call this St. Elmo’s Fire,” she tells him. “It was considered a good omen by ancient human voyagers.”

“Ah. I’m your good omen then?”

“Well, we haven’t crashed once since you got here.”

He brings his free palm to hers, one fused, two separate for her five. She adds, sincerely, “It’s beautiful. Does this happen to you a lot? I’ve never noticed before.”

“No. This is...it’s more. It is special. Explaining would be difficult. Clumsy. I cannot do it justice.”

Hands pressed together, his palm dwarfing hers, a swell of emotion courses through her and a stubborn tear traces down her cheek. She laughs and a sniffle turns it into a tremulous, hiccuping burst of happiness.

“Is there a word for it in Shelesh?”

“No,” he says simply. “There is just this.”

Churning waves of electrons are crashing against her fingertips, caught in the lunar pull of him. Everything dissolves in the watery film of tears and she’s floating, falling, swept by tidal forces into an endless depth of variegated blue. There can be no words, in Shelesh or any other language. But she knows anyway. Floating in an electron sea of his design, palms pressed, wrapped in his embrace--she knows exactly what he is saying.

#jaal ama darav #mass effect andromeda #jaal x ryder #jaal romance

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mystic-scripture · 4 years

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All the Angst and all the Dirty for Spendy pls

Sure, Sara make me horny and sad why don’t you.

For the Angst:

9. Have they made each other cry?

When they finally talk about Emily and what going to JJ did to Wendy’s head (see preview below), it makes them both cry, whenever one of them fails to see an emotional drag on the other causes issues. They are both very intellectually minded, so talking about feelings is hard for them. So when they do finally manage to break down each other’s walls, it is pretty emotional.

10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.

Wendy’s hands shook as she took the bottles out of the pocket of her bathrobe. Spencer’s eyes widened, his lips forming words he didn’t have the voice to say. She licked her lips before she spoke, trying to keep herself grounded.

“What are these doing in my apartment?” She was afraid of the answer, but she needed to know. “And is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Avoi- I haven’t been avoiding you.” He ran his hand through his hair, averting his gaze from hers. “I just forgot they were in there, if you recall I had a bit to drink last night.”

“Oh, oh I recall, you were escorted here because my place was closer.” Her hand clenched so hard, she could hear the glass of the bottles grinding together. “But seeing as you pride yourself on your Eidetic Memory, I doubt that’s true, so answer… the damn...question.”

It was Spencer’s turn to lick his lip, his stance going rigid as she stared him down. “I-I was going to have JJ help me flush it. I’ve been having thoughts...and I didn’t want to put you through that again. I wasn’t going to use, but-”

“You’ve thought about it and your answer was to go to JJ?!” She groaned,dropping the bottles to pull at her hair. “And not me? When I was the one to help you stop in the first place, you thought going to another woman was okay?”

“I-I didn’t want to worry you,” His eyes pleaded hers to understand, searching for a way to talk his way out of this fight. “I know things have been hard for you since Emil-”

“How would you know how hard things have been for me? I’ve barely even seen you at work let alone here.” She shoved at his chest. “You’ve barely even touched me since the hospital and you have the gall to tell me how I feel?”

“Wait, are you mad at me for not being here?” His hands steadied her before she could pull too far away. “For giving you your space when I knew you needed time to figure things out? I thought you were the one pulling away from me.”

“God for a second just think with this,” she snapped her hand away, jabbing a finger at his chest. “And get out of that stupid, big brain of yours! How could I possibly have been pulling away from you? My body language, speech patterns, even the way I’ve looked at you the past few weeks has been screaming for you to notice me!”

“But you didn’t, and you’ve been adding insult to injury by seeing her.” Wendy gulped down the venom forming in her words. “And you will never understand what that did to me.”

11. What causes them to fight?

They get into little debates about things all the time, but all out fights? Honestly, Wendy lashes out when she gets insecure, usually about JJ or other girls. Reid tends to into fits of ‘I’m angry because I care’ rage toward her about taking care of herself. They also get pretty pissed at each other when one of them decides to be reckless on the job.

12. Do they have differing political opinions?

No, Wendy does her best to avoid it while keeping informed, but every now and again, Reid will go on a factoid tirade which usually ends up stressing Wendy the hell out. She knows they are necessary, but as long as she didn’t have to partake in them, they were a far away necessity.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person.

For? Not much, there’s a lot they would do for each other. Heck, Wendy has nearly died from Anthrax for/with him, and he took a bullet to the knee for her. Of course this causes them to get made at each other for being stupid, but they are very much an “I jump, you jump” couple.

14. What would be a dealbreaker?

Lies. Wendy has had to deal with so many lies in their job and in her life, she can’t stand it. And Spencer, well we saw what happened when JJ lied to him given how close they were.

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

It kills Wendy that he is such a technophobe, like technology is her life, and it’s what got her into the FBI to begin with. Also, she is a bit of a neat freak, so when he scatters things about when they are working together she gets a little punchy.

With Spencer, he can’t understand how stubborn she is in spite of any facts he throws at her. It doesn’t matter how many books or articles he’s read on the subject, once her opinion is made, there isn’t much that can change it. Also, he doesn’t understand how she can be so tidy, his brain works too fast to clean as he goes, but she is so freaking meticulous? Sometimes it scares him.

16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?

While it would be hella awkward having to revert to their friendship, they are friends and coworkers first. They will always have tremendous respect and want the best for each other.

For the Dirty:

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

As soon as Spencer does anything to her neck or earlobe Wendy is done, and he knows it. Also whenever he pulls on her hair to guide her somewhere. Wendy meanwhile, takes great pride in knowing his need to be in control, and will give little noises or attempts at dominance just get him a little more riled up.

26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex?

Honestly? The dichotomy of it all, the sweetness of everything they do in spite of how rough they go about it. And Spencer makes damn well sure that Wendy comes at least once, a lot of times before him. Wendy likes to watch him come undone, stroking his face and maintaining hella eye contact.

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

Spencer is totally a Dom, and Wendy is happy to be his sub. Choking, hand binding, and shibari are shared kinks. Also, Wendy in JUST one of his dress shirts or cardigans drives him nuts, and for her, there is something about the muscles in his back that just does it for her.

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Wendy gasped, pulling him by his tie for a hungry, lingering kiss. “Literally any of them could walk in on us Or worse, hear us.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.” He murmured, spinning them to pin her against the door of the Jet’s bathroom.

He smirked as she let out a small gasp, but nodded. His hand took her wrists in his as he ravaged her neck, kissing and licking his way down the opening of her dress shirt. She trembled, biting her lip to keep the moans from coming out too loud, glaring at him. She knew he was doing this on purpose, that he wanted to see just how far he could go and keep her quiet. Her wrists struggled against his grip, her hips dipping towards him when he pulled away.

Chuckling lightly, he let her go, hands going to the zipper of her skirt. Her hands roamed, his sides, dipping to his belt that she made quick work of. Opening the zipper, she dipped a small hand to palm him, releasing a surprised growl from Spencer. Her pink lips formed a satisfied smirk and she bit her bottom lip.

“And you were worried about me...” She teased, using her other hand to wrap around his neck to pull him into another kiss, biting his lip harshly. “You sure you can manage it, Doctor?”

Her mocking him, mixed with what her hand was doing almost undid him there, but he grabbed her hips, pushing her into the door with an audible bang. Her eyes opened, and a startled noise formed in her throat, but he quickly shut her up, kissing her roughly, and using the opportunity to gain entrance with his tongue. His hands moved to cup the back of her thighs and she hopped out of the pool of fabric that was her skirt to wrap around him.

Soon, his pants and boxers followed, and her underwear was twisted aside. He adjusted slightly, making it so that he pillowed her head with one hand, and held onto her with another. Wendy took the hint and placed hands above her head, pushing against him and bracing herself on the door. Looking into his eyes, he taunted her, teasing her entrance.

“Keep talking,” He ordered, backing away when she tried to meet him. “We’ll just see who can manage it.”

29. What are each of their signature foreplay moves?

Spencer takes his time roaming her body with kisses, and keeping her pinned, the inability to touch him drives Wendy crazy. Wendy will bite his lip, or tongue during heated kisses and go to pull away all innocent like.

30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them. (kind of not really, just Wendy being a brat)

“Comeon Dr. Reid, what’s the matter? Afraid you can’t handle it?

“You have no idea what I can handle, Little Girl.”

31. What do they love to do after sex?

Aside from a second or third round? Snuggles, just laying there in the afterglow until one or both of them falls asleep. Wendy traces patterns on his chest while he threads his fingers through her hair.

32. Do they enjoy morning or night sex?

Uhm...Yes. Most mornings end up getting interrupted with their job though.

Send me a ship and numbers!

Wendy Tag: @abbyarcxnes @perfectlystiles @raging-violets (sara asked, no need to tag her) @foxesandmagic @anotherunreadblog @curious-kittens-ocs @darknightfrombeyond (Missed you or want to be added? HMU!)

#wendy asks #spendy asks #good lord I'm bad at smut #spendy smut #Fic: Prolific #fd: criminal minds #Wendy Durant #asks answered

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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years

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soooo....guess who saw Detective Pikachu?

me and my sister saw detective pikachu yesterday. I LOVED IT SOOOOO MUCH!! It was cute, beautiful, and full of heart. it brought me SO MUCH JOY and I personally think it was better than endgame (I have...strong feelings on it). Once again, Ryan Reynolds comes through to help me through MCU emotions. HE WOULD NEVER HURT ME!

I went to build a bear afterwards and got me a pikachu.

spoilers ahead:

That car crash man. like DAAAMN that’s an attention grabbing opening!

The establishing shots of Tim’s hope town were gorgeous and so calming, especially after that opening. I wanted to live there and I hate small towns.

I know his heart was in the right place, but Tim’s friend choosing Cubone as the Pokemon Tim should try and catch was sort of messed up.

lol, Tim is just awkward around everyone and everything. I love how the Cubone just laughed at him

Tim’s train ride was...special. That Lickitung scene was unsettling. Who did that dude belong to?

I was getting bad vibes from Bill Nighy (let’s face it, most of us weren’t calling him by the character’s name) from the tourism ad Tim watched on the train. His obsession w/ evolution was a bit creepy.

Got major Zootopia vibes when Tim arrived in Ryme City. I was singing Try Everything in my head.

Ken Watanabe (I forget the character’s name so I just called him Ken Watanabe) was great. He clearly cared about Harry and was warm w/ Tim. And his Snubbull was so cute. His hostility towards Tim was funny enough, but when he happily accepts some head scratches as soon as he leaves was amazing.

Lucy’s intro was fun. She was trying so hard to be mysterious. I do wonder how long she had been waiting there.

I was soooo not expecting the Home Alone reference. Maybe someday we’ll get an actual Angels with Filthy Souls movie.

Tim going into the room his dad set up for him got me tearing up. Tim’s backstory broke my heart, which we could somewhat gather from his intro scene when his friend insisted that Cubone was perfect for him.

Even though we had already seen Detective Pikachu’s intro, it was still great and ADORABLE!!

I love how Pikachu was already ready to throw down w/ the Aipoms hopped up on R.

“I’ll throw the knife”

Poor Tim just can’t catch a break can he?

“I’m not modest.” I can totally see Deadpool saying that. (does that mean Harry goes commando?)

Tim just CANNOT speak to people.

The dive bar scene was fun. Tim trying to not look crazy, Jigglypuff singing a man to sleep, Pikachu’s increasingly out there theories, all great.

The address in his hat making him think Harry’s apartment was his (which it technically was. I like to think Harry put his address in his Pikachu’s hat in case they got seperated.)

“I’m not that kind of Pokemon.”

You like Pokemon don’t you, Tim?

Tim comparing Pikachu’s “clues” being like a serial killer. (Was that how Harry normally worked?)

Pikachu explaining the R.

All the coffee cups that Pikachu was “still drinking”

The tension in the news studio...yikes. I knew that the Ditto would be important somehow. And while Roger might have been too harsh when chewing out Lucy, he did have a point.

Pikachu is the captain of the Tim/Lucy ship.

Lucy’s “office” reminded me of Bellwether’s.

Pikachu freaking out over Psyduck while STILL being able to “critic” Tim’s flirting.

The fact that Psyducks need to avoid stress while Lucy seems to thrive on it is great.

The whole Mr. MIme scene was beautiful. I’m soooo glad they decided to keep it in the movie. I’m pretty sure Mr. Mime was being a troll and planed to cooperate the whole time. It was most likely how he and Harry normally interacted. When Tim started playing along and that ending. Like, HOLY SHIT that got dark.

Pikachu not being able to focus because the dude had no shirt on. (again, was that how Harry felt when he previously interacted w/ him).

The staring contest between Pikachu and Charizard was great.

Pikachu’s overconfidence before the fight before it all went to shit. And hearing Ryan Reynolds say “Pika Pika” just...beautiful.

Tim going in to help his little buddy while Pikachu telling him to get out of there (Harry is a protective papa.)

The OH SHIT face Sebastian has when he realizes that he broke a shitton of R. And the chaos that follows. The fact that Pikachu remained unaffected was a clue that he wasn’t a normal Pokemon.

Pikachu trying to kick start Magikarp’s evolution w/ delayed success. And the OH SHIT face Charizard’s face was hilarious.

The second police station scene was heartbreaking. You can tell Ken Watanabe is torn up by the death and telling Tim that his dad is w/o a doubt dead.

Tim breaking down about not rekindling w/ his dad when he had the chance is what finally broke me and I cried. Justice was SO great in that scene. And Pikachu telling him how much his dad love him and was proud of him and would give him a great big hug. That was when I knew who Pikachu was.

The whole scene reminded me of when Eddie let his guard down and told Roger his back story.

When they meet Bill Nighy in his office and he starts to admire the Eevee evolving made me 100% confident that this man was up to no good. I did wonder if his son or Ken Watanabe were in on the plan or not.

Lucy in the dive bar trying to be all classic spy movie...beautiful. And it showed that she is equally as awkward as Tim.

The drive to the lab was great. Pikachu being stressed that he was next to Psyduck and Psyduck manipulation him into giving it a foot massage. Did they say what gender Psyduck was? Lucy commenting on the fact that Pikachu wearing a hat was odd. (I love that Harry is so extra that he got his Pikachu a detective hat).

Pikachu giving Tim love advice.

Tim slightly freaking out when Lucy breaks into the lab. “Don’t ask where I got these”

The whole lab scene was so atmospheric. All the setup for what was about to happen. And Mewtwo being the one from the first movie was a nice touch.

Did “Roger” set the computer up to have the exact footage that Tim and Pikachu saw/needed? (I wanna see how Harry caught that Mewtwo)

The giant Torterra scene was awesome. “At this point, how can you deny climate change?!”

Pikachu goading Psyduck into having a headache. “I’ll NEVER forgive my hands for what they have done.”

Pretty sure I cried again when Pikachu was dying and Tim desperate to save him. Justice is SO good at the emotional stuff as well as the comedy.

OMG THE BULBASAURS!! SO CUTE!!

Mewtwo revealing that they weren’t the bad guy (which I had guessed from the first trailer they showed up in). When they got captured I was so distraught. Poor dude had been through enough.

I was pleasantly surprised when it was Pikachu that pushed Tim away rather than vise versa. Tim believed in Pikachu the whole time. Didn’t make it any less sad when he left though (but that seems to be how Harry deals w/ things).

Did not care for that bitchy reporter.

I figured that Bill Nighy wanted to give people Pokemon abilities, I did NOT think he was gonna go as far as hijacking Mewtwo’s body and FORCING people to fuse w/ their Pokemon.

The fact that Mewtwo tells Tim to run before they are fully taken over was nice. They care about Tim (and Harry).

I KNEW that Ditto was gonna be important. When it became Lucy, or a human in general, it was SOOO upsetting.

I feel bad for poor Roger. In the end he was a bit abrasive but not evil. Roger ended up reminding me a lot of Krai from Big Hero 6.

I have a question about the fusing. When Bill Nighy does it his body is still there (though that could be because it was a mind link and not a fusion). When Harry and Pikachu fused Harry’s body was still there, Mewtwo took it. When all hell breaks loose at the parade everyone’s bodies disappear.

HOW DARE YOU MAKE PIKACHU SING THE THEME SONG ALL SAD?!

Him slowly putting the pieces together and his first thought is saving Tim. (Harry’s a good dad.)

Poor Tim yet again getting his ass kick by a Pokemon. At least Roger was able to save him. The Ditto as Cubone reminded me of the Tweety scene in Roger Rabbit, exect much more serious.

Pikachu vs Bill Nighy!Mewtwo was SO AWESOME! Seeing Pikachu using his powers, balloons catching on fire, his smug little face when he said he was merely a distraction so Tim could cause the Ditto to freak out (which was kind of disturbing) and freeing Mewtwo from the mind link.

Mewtwo saving Pikachu in the nick of time.

Lucy getting her big break and asking Tim on a date because lord knows Tim most likely wouldn’t have done it on his own.

When we finally get the whole story of what went down the night of the crash. We all pretty much knew at that point that Pikachu was Harry in a sense, but it was still nice/satisfying to have it confirmation.

Harry’s Pikachu love him SO MUCH that he was willing to give up control of his body to help his partner.

I guess Harry’s body was too damaged to heal on it’s own which is why Tim was needed.

I’m not sure if Harry in Pikachu’s body fully understood what was happening.

Not gonna lie, kinda wanted to see Harry regain his body.

The train station scene was so sweet. It must be a bit weird for Tim to hear Pikachu’s normal voice instead of his dad’s. I felt all warm and fuzzy when we finally see Harry as himself. Ryan Reynolds just oozes warm and charm. When Tim decided to stay and said he wanted to be a detective...happy tears. I hope he takes in a Cubone as his partner. Or Mr. Mime.

I don’t think Harry fully lost his memory of what happened. Like when he went back to the scene of the crash jogged his memories when he was inside Pikachu, I could see something similar happening now that he’s back to normal. Maybe everything won’t come back, but enough to know the basics of what went on.

#detective pikachu #detective pikachu spoilers #dp spoilers #long post is long

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kezibun · 4 years

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Midnight tears

This is no. 2 of my self shipping comfort/coping fics.

This one is worse than the last, it's more personal and more emotional. The next will be a little more of a fluffy pick me up then a lets cope with a big problem like this and the last...

Before you read I'd like to let you know I'm not posting this for attention or to get your sympathy or comfort, because this was a while ago, on a really bad day of mine, I'm fine right now and this was my comfort so no need to feel like you need to convince me that what I say in this fic is a load of rubbish, I already know, it was just wild talk or well i guess wild thoughts since I never spoke it. I have taken out some of those thoughts I originally had down because they're a little too personal and I ramble on about stuff and probably it wouldn't of made any sense to you guys.

The reason I'm posting this is because I put a lot of effort into it, even if I've just had to spend ages editing this mess, I did write it when I was a mess after all. You see I don't usually get to express my true feelings because irl I'm little miss happy go lucky, and until this year rolled around that was mostly true inside and out, but because of others telling me to grow up and get my head out of the clouds the harshness of this year really hit me, and it's probably been the hardest year of my life even without that. Yet again that means my fam don't know about this, and apparently I'm really good at crying quietly.

I just need you to know I'm good, don't worry just enjoy this fic, maybe go ahead and forget the real life influence and think of it as fiction, please….

~•~•~•~•~•~ ^.^ ~•~•~•~•~•~

Red stares at the ceiling as he restlessly lays on his bed, a nagging anxious feeling weighs his soul down for no apparent reason as he wonders how Kezi is doing. He's not going to be getting any sleep this way, he needs to go visit his favourite little teddy bear. He always seems to sleep better with her in his arms, so with a little smile he teleports right in front of her door, it creaked as he slowly pushes it open.

"Hey, Sweetheart? you awake?" He whispers into the darkness of her room.

He gets no reply, the only sound in the room seems to be the buzz of headphones playing loud music... upon listening closer though he hears something else… could it be... crying?

In an instance he is beside her bed, he finds a cocoon of blankets, that's where the sound of soft sobs is coming from. Worry engulfs his soul, what does he do now? What approach can he use to get her to come out without completely freaking out. He looks around the room finding her phone beside the bed it's headphone wire trailing to the sobbing duvet cocoon. He gets an idea and taps the pause icon on her phone and waits.

After a moment of silence she emerges from her blankets reaching for the phone. Her teary eyes go wide as they lock with those of the skeleton looming over her bed.

"R-red?" She sniffs siting up, attempting to rub her tears away. "What…? What are y-you doing here?" She takes her headphones out.

"No, that's what I need t' ask ya." He holds her cheek wiping the tears that run down her face.

"W-what….. do … do you mean? This… this is my room?" She squeaks through tears.

"Yeah, n'why the flaming hell are ya here, in yer bed? in tears? When I'm just down that damn hall?"

The look that she had on her face as she turned away teary eyed, stung his soul so badly it could've shattered right there and then.

He crawls into bed next to her. "Come 'ere." He sighs, pulling her close. "Start talkin', tell me what's wrong."

"I...I-I. . . .I c-can't . . ."

"Sure ya can, I'm ere to listen to whatever's troublin' ya, no matter how big or small."

"I-i…. I don't… know how?" She sobs into his t-shirt.

"Hey, it don't have ta make any sense, just let it all out." He strokes her head in a soothing manner occasionally running his fingers through her hair.

"O.. ok I-I… I'll… I'll try….. It's well...w-well, I've… just been… been so… s-so stressed." She cries and whines about anything and everything that's troubling her soul, she goes through the whole long list of worries, the big and the small. "I can't do anything right, I'm such a failure… it…it's been such a hard year, it went so fast, and I didn't do anything I planned and. . . And… and I. . . I-I lost…. I lost … so... so much!!"

He waits a moment to make sure she's finished and to let her tears calm down. "Yeah, It's been so tough on ya but yer so strong, I'm so proud of ya. ya've been through a lot and ya have made it, it's soon to be a new year and a new life and all this can be behind ya."

"I know… b-but its… it's not fair … And. . . I-I can't … take... it ... any...more."

"Hey, it's ok… it's a lot to take I get it, so how about we talk a little about some of that good stuff ya have?"

"W-well…. I-I...I have you! And I love you soo so much, and I can't believe we're getting married. And… and I made so many friends, I love all my tumblr friends, they've given me so many hugs and so much support this year. I think my art has improved? And I got to go to that convention, and my sister bought me some cool stuff. And I bought that tea set and my plushies...... But… but I.... I don't deserve any of it! I…. I don't deserve... I don't deserve YOU!"

"Kezi," he sighs. "Sweetheart, of course ya deserve it all, every last bit an more, no joke! Yer sweet n kind n beautiful! And with you n me? It's not 'bout deservin anyway 'member. It's bout bein lucky enough to find that connection, the connection we have is so strong and it's what ya do with that then, that's what counts. I can't even imagine if it was about deservin' cuz you'd have some kinda god sent prince and I'd have nothin." He holds her close the thought saddens his soul.

"That's not true! You'd have a Queen or a Princess."

"Hey, I already got a little princess right here."

"No Sans! I'm serious you deserve the whole world."

"Well, what do ya call this I got my arms around right now? Cuz I'd call her my whole world."

"No I'd call her a lazy, depressed, poop faced waste of space."

"Hey, are ya insulting me? ya got a problem with my tastebuds?"

"What?" She looks at him confused. "No, where did that come from. You have great taste?"

"Well, yer my favourite flavour so," He steals a quick kiss. "Insulting my favourite li'l snack, ain't a good idea doll."

"No... Red! Just No…" she squeaks all flustered and embarrassed.

He chuckles and ruffles her hair. "I think it's bout time we sleep. Are ya feeling better?"

She lets out a content sigh, "yeah, think I got it all out of my system." she gives his cheek a quick kiss. "And it's all Thanks to you Sans."

"Word a warnin, ya should be real careful usin that name."

"Why, do you think it'll confuse everyone? It's just you and me here."

"Na, but it might just make me eat my li'l snack."

She sighs, "Good night Sans…" She rolls over turning away.

He follows wrapping his arms around to spoon her. He then goes to bite her neck.

"Red behave!"

"Fine…" He huffs. "G'night Sweetheart."

#self ship comfort fic #comfort fic #kezi x red #red #kezi #sad stuff #self ship #self shipping #coping #coping mechanism #dark secrets

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guccifloralsuits · 6 years

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Omg that ship thing!!! Do h*ylor I am sorry if you hate it if you do do zarry

ya know, haylor actually strangely fascinates me, for some reason. I hated it when it was going on, but thats because I was a *cringe* larr*e (in my defense I was a child dont come @ me) and the relationship threatened my reality, or what I wanted that reality to be. Now, I think it was a lot deeper than people/the fandom wanted to accept it as. Also I just answered a zarry one, so haylor….let’s see…

who is more likely to hurt the other? Harry. easily. Have you heard 1989? You don’t write an album like than unless someone did a real number on you…you can feel the heartbreak in some of the writing, it’s so full of emotion. I’m not a swift fan, but after falling in love and ending up burned, i listened to the album, and just. It put exactly what I was going through into words. The hurt, the anger, the missing him and the regrets. yeah, he def hurt her, in the endwho is emotionally stronger? Harry. He doesn’t let his emotions control his actions and words, ever. no matter how intense he feels the things he does. Taylor, on the other hand, is driven by emotions. She lets them fester, and she lets them come out in her actions and words (2013 VMAs, just saying). In some ways, that elevates her song writing capability (bad blood and it’s success for ex), but in others…it works to her detriment (the feuds she’s developed along the way) who is physically stronger? Harry, thats an easy one lmao who is more likely to break a bone? Harry, tripping on stage. I don’t actually know how clumsy Taylor is. this randomly made me remember the ski accident affair though haha oh my goddddwho knows best what to say to upset the other? ah, both, I feel like. Taylor in the passive-agressive disses to the media when it was all still fresh bc harry h a t e s media spotlight on that stuff, which she prob knew. (keep in mind, this is when the break up was still fresh. as time went on, Taylor stopped responding to celeb-newline bait questions abt the relationship). And harry for not responding in kind. Like, for all intents and purposes, he came off unaffected by the things she was saying (let’s look again back at the VMAs) and I think that pissed of Taylor, bc she was looking for a reaction. who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Taylor, because I honestly think she cared more and was afraid harry would walk out if she didn’t. And he might have, honestly. who treats who’s wounds more often? Harry to Taylor’s, more because I see harry having a harder time opening up to people he’s in a romantic relationship w. He’s made some allusions to thinking of himself as not boyfriend material and I think some of that comes down to him feeling scared to let himself fall, to expose himself so fully to another person like that, only to get hurt in the end. Because of that, he doesn’t come to his sig others for comfort about any Deep Personal Issueswho is in constant need of comfort? This is hard. this is kind of around the time h’s friendship with Louis was dying, so I can see him coming to her for comfort about that, bc she was outside the situation and unconnected to their relationship (unlike almost everyone else in harrys life at that point). I also see Taylor as a vent-y type, so both? but I don’t think they’d go That Deep, just stick to external stresses and not internal woundswho’s most likely to walk out on the other? Harry aka cruise ship stranding to go sit with older men in a hot-tub (I shouldn’t b laughing he’s the worst but I lived when that happened)) who will propose? harry, but after Taylor arranged how and where it would happen, and wrote out & sent him what he should saywho has the most difficult parents? I can see Harry’s as not disapproving but like 👀👀 ok harry let’s see how well this is gunna go down we support u hon but this is gunna blow up in ur face who hogs the blankets? they share, sharing is caring who gets more sad? this was kinda in one of harrys ah, messier years…but Taylor’s rep started getting t o r n when they started dating, and I lot of it was propagated by this fandom. before, like. She had boyfriends, but it was never really media talk. When haylor happened? God. She got dragged dude, and I could see that making her sad/affecting her a lot who is better at cheering the other up? harry. he’d show up at midnight w flowers and no warning, and they’d go driving down the empty highway with the windows down and it would make Taylor just…forget about the media, and the spotlight, even for just a moment. who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Taylor to harry who is more streetwise? Harry, I think who is more wise? Harry, because he just lets things roll off him in a way Taylor sometimes still struggles to. He doesn’t get caught up in the little things, or the small/negative comments. Taylor needs to work on that, in my opinion.who’s the shyest? I see them both as pretty shy but good at faking extraverted who boasts about the other more? Both pretty tight lipped bc the media are hungry as hell who sits on who’s lap? Taylor on Harrys, but harry on Taylors when they got drunk

Anyways, hope this was satisfactory. I don’t know Taylor all that well and I don’t pretend to, but. I do have A Lot of thoughts about Haylor (I just never share em bc this is a…sore subject for some, still).

Send me ships and I’ll answer these questions about them

#asks #haylor #harry styles #Taylor swift

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get-something-to-write · 7 years

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Prompt from bullet anon(?): “ Prompt 152 for your favorite Hamilton ship? ”- “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. “

( what a relatable prompt )

A/N: I wouldn’t say this is my absolute favorite ( that title belongs to Marliza! ), but is my guilty pleasure ship. Heh.( BWAHAHA I IS A REBEL ) Maria’s texting name is Angelica’s contact name for Maria and vice versa, to show how much those suckers are in love.

Maria: 19, freelance artist who quit college, basically what you’d expect a full time artist to do on Tumblr

Angelica: 22, majoring in PoliSci and Journalism, interns under George Washington

3rd POV omniscient

Warnings: nothing, at least this time, except for poor editing ( I'm too cheap for a beta :P)

Ping! Ping!

Angelica stared at her phone, watching text notifications blink across her screen in a rapid succession. She was waiting for a makeup tutorial on YouTube to load already, so she tapped on the notifications to see what Maria Lewis was sending her.

Maria <3: so ive been working on some art commissions

Maria <3: and this weird thing came to me

Maria <3: if mammals have hair and create milk

Maria <3: therefore

Maria <3: that means that the coconut in my kitchen

Maria <3: is a mammal

Maria <3: u get it right?

Even without any presence nearby to react to such a thing, Angelica let out an exasperated sigh and glared at her dimly-lit screen. Of course Maria was sending her weird shit at 1 am in the morning, because what sane person would? Although, she was heads-over-heels for the artistic girl, so she only half-joked about being irritated by the texting.

Angel the Angelic: y the heck r u sending me this

Angel the Angelic: also that’s not how it works

Angel the Angelic: besides, its super l8

Angel the Angelic: get to sleep so u can wake up 4 ur job

Maria <3: nah I don't have work today

Angel the Angelic: ugh can’t ur commissions wait 4 morning

Maria <3: it is an unspoken rule to never interrupt a writer or artist at work ;)

Angel the Angelic: k fine, but I'm sleeping now

Maria <3: gn then, or good morning actually

Angel the Angelic: please go to sleep

Angelica Schuyler barged into the living room of Maria Lewis’s apartment, with the latter wearing only underwear and an oversized hoodie. It hardly affected the taller woman much, since she was commonly seen in her apartment. After all, Angelica did have the spare keys.

However usual it was to have her in Maria’s place, Maria herself was becoming redder by the second as she was being caught wearing, well, not much. By her undying crush, Angelica Schuyler.

“ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night, “ she said, plopping down on the couch after a day of working at her journalism/political science internship.

“ Eh, benefits of being a decent artist and not having to go through college. “

“ I don’t really get how you don’t stress out about not having a major. Lucky you, I suppose. “

“ College isn’t for everyone Angelica. “ Maria brought out some chai tea and granola bars that the older woman apparently was addicted to. Angelica studied Maria, making a show of flashing her eyes up and down. Feeling very numb inside from running around doing errands for the higher-ups all day, she spaced out and glared at the ceiling, attempting to count the amount of times the fan was spinning to distract herself from the fatigue and Maria’s body leaning on her side.

“ Hello? Ang? You want a bar or not? I’m gonna eat it if you don't want one...” Maria chuckled. Registering her words, she became a little crimson at the cute nickname and her teasing voice.

“ Oh no, you wouldn’t dare do that.”

“ Oh yes I would, just to spite you.” Growling, Angelica pounced on Maria, struggling to steal the beloved granola bar from her hand. She snickered, throwing the snack across the living room. During the process, Lewis had been pinned to the couch and was blushing furiously, although Angelica mistakened it for raucous laughter.

The normally serious woman sitting on Maria’s knees had crossed her arms, looking perpetually annoyed.

“ Ugh, now I have to get it. Thanks a lot Maria Lewis. “

“ You are very welcome my lady. “

Huffing, Angelica awkwardly scrambled off the younger girl to snatch the granola bar. She gazed at Maria’s face, which was red as a tomato. It was easy for her to read most people, but she was always confused by Maria

Maria was a fairly good actress, able to mask her emotions if needed, but never did around Angelica. Perhaps there was a chance that they mutually loved each other after all.

“ Well, while you enjoy your snack, I'll go back to working on my stuff. And tell me when you leave, ‘kay?” Angelica merely nodded, chewing through the granola bar while flipping through all the assignments from class. There was also a minor article from her internship, but it wasn't much. She contemplated staying over at Maria’s, since she was feeling too lazy to go to her shared apartment with her siblings.

After finishing her bar ( and went to the kitchen for more ), she was curious about what Maria was creating this time around. Angelica always loved looking at people's hard work, especially Maria’s. She was always quite amazed by the younger girl’s art.

“ Hey Maria! Uh, may I see what you are doing?” Angelica hollered, somewhat politely.

“ Actually, I'm just putting on some pants. Kind of indecent to not be wearing some when there's someone in your home, ya know?” Huh, that's pretty strange. She's been acting weirder and weirder, why would she refer to me as a stranger in the apartment?

“ Well, I would like to see what you’re drawing or painting or whatever. “

“ Eh, I’m the lineart pieces right now. And, you can come in now.”

Angelica stepped inside the only bedroom in the apartment, smiling to herself as she viewed the minimalist room, with the exception of the art desk that contained an organized clutter of cabinets labeled with the specific kinds of supplies. There were two watercolors drying on the wall, and the desk itself contained some sketched papers and few of what Maria was currently working on.

The drawing tablet and laptop were sitting on her bed because of the little space on her work area. Angelica wanted to aid her artistic friend more, maybe upgrade the apartment or endorse her art so she could have better luxuries. Angelica knew better than to ask so; Maria Lewis was a proud girl and was used to striking it out on her own.

She placed her arms gently on Maria’s shoulders, loosely hugging her neck as Angelica perched her chin on her head. Her hair was oh-so-soft. She twirled a strand with her fingers, absentmindedly playing the curly hair as she peered at Maria’s hand sketching out a majestic griffin.

Angelica sniffed her hair, taking in the intoxicating scent. She didn't notice how Maria had stopped drawing and stared deeply into the paper.

“ Hey Angelica? You're kinda distracting me a little, uh, are you sniffing my hair?” No response, solely because Angelica had leaned her body weight against Maria and was slowly drifting out of consciousness.

Angelica mumbled something, most likely about the younger girl to continue drawing, but Maria was having none of that. If the Angelica Schuyler was tired from staying up real late and doing her college stuff, she would push her into the closest bed. Okay maybe that sounded weird.

The Schuyler observed Maria as the artist sighed, swept her papers and pencils aside and considerately made sure Angelica didn’t stumble onto the floor as Lewis stood up from her swivel chair. Maria gently dragged her over to her mess of blankets and pillows.

“ Honestly, you should take a nap. Or stay over for the night, you can't go anywhere if you’re gonna fall asleep standing up. Actually, whether you like it or not you’re sleeping over for the night. I’ll text your sisters. You’re probably asleep by now, I should stop rambling to myself.” Angelica was truly unconscious by now, surely. Maria half-ran to her living room to snag her phone.

During that time, Angelica had internally realized where her body was laying and the simple smell of someone she recognized and loved dearly. She snapped her eyes open, mildly confused that she wasn't gazing over Maria’s shoulders.

She was actually relaxing in bed, Maria’s bed for the matter. A thin blanket covering most of her body. Its scent consisted of lavender and ink, an odd combination but nonetheless pleasing to Angelica’s nose.

Angelica squawked a little as Maria strolled back into the room and they stared each other awkwardly as she inched towards Angelica. The silence was practically sexual tension to any outsider had there been one there.

“ Would you want to sleep with me?” Angelica blurted out before cringing to herself. Way to creep out one of your best friends, Angelica.

The other looked just as surprised. Maria looked down at the floor as she slowly slipped into bed. In another impulsive movement, Angelica grabbed her arm and swiftly pulled her down, instinctively shifting around so Maria was comfortably settled on her side while facing her.

Both of them were glowing crimson, mere inches apart. Angelica was quite perplexed as to why she was feeling so ruffled by this. It wasn’t as if they had never made contact before. But those has been innocent hugs and cuddles during group sleepovers, perhaps watching sappy or horror movies.

Maria flipped over, desperate to not stare into those curious brown eyes. Her thoughts glazed over how it was impossible that the wonderful and confident Angelica Schuyler could possibly love her back. She nearly dismissed this situation as a thing that Angelica did when she was fatigued when a pair of arms warmly hugged her sides.

Holy shit is she actually cuddling me in my bed? What the hell is happening? Maria’’s face grew even redder, and had not gone unnoticed by Angelica who had very keen senses. Angelica used one hand to turn Maria’s head over.

“ Goodnight, and I love you too.” Coming to a decision that Maria indeed liked her back, based on her reactions, prompted Angelica to duck her head under Maria’s chin and lightly kissed her neck, her tongue poking through her teeth.

She smiled at Maria’s shock and sudden gasp before cuddling her even tighter, limbs wrapping Maria like a pillow. Angelica felt the tension on her fall before Maria calmed down, even pressing herself against Angelica a bit. Eventually, they peacefully slept fro the rest of the day and night.

For once, neither of them regretted staying up past one.

Hey there! This, as usual, got out of hand and I did not expect myself tone writing so much for this one. Hope you enjoyed this, leave a note or two, and send me requests! Rules on are on my bio.

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Revenge

Fun fact; I acc- idental-ly started the wrong episode

[So a little Spoiled]

Didn’t make it far past the intro of “Re-Vival,”

[Past “Outer Rim,”]

Onto the actual episode;

[Logo Red] Still weakest-

[also yeah whatever happened to Grievous?

Like, he complained about it being beneath him,

And then we never saw him again,

That entire- episode;

As well as Ana kin;

That entire dinner scene;

[Seriously was that only for cheap trick to establish tension?.] [Obi -Wan ]

Oh yeah he straight up murdered a person

[Fun. - little de tail-]

(Like yeah he murders a lot of people but I’m pretty sure that was a big one)

Any how,

? Aight - oh yeah

return -ing to the abuser-

? Can Relate- - B-r

He’s - basically screaming

Also couldn’t you just set it to auto pilot -

- and go take care of him?

Like - I know it’s a junker

Also-

Oh,

You left the person-

Who are you found curled -up, Under several things- Of garbage- In a quite literal labyrinth,

In an enclosed space ~with no way to get to you- ~ if something goes wrong and/or they feel afraid

~Like~ Trauma is it’s own animal and venting is fucking weird

But if you’re going to be involved-

I don’t think throwing them in the back is the best idea-

Like yeah

The idea in this case is sending them to accoun- tability-

With just them-selves-

But the difference-

Is it just a sterile environment with the basics they need to survive,

And an environment that is stable and pretty much completely in their control,

[as much that can be allowed]

Here there are plenty of boxes (Things out of control-) and the vehicle is constantly moving

No wonder dude’s freaking Out,

[You’re Damn-

[Point being;

Savage’s �� bedside manner; Accoun-tability? Pretty bad,

[Like even I am most known for my vengeance, And you know it’s bad when I’m telling you to cut him a fecking break]

Like dude’s pathetic,

[Can’t help pity- ] [Enabler]

That also makes a lot of sense

Like, yeah he’s far above the ground

When stability-

[Dude ate the full tox]

[Like dude completely bought his own lies]

I- don’t know how to feel about that situation other than please take him to accountability before he hurts him self Please,

Yeah gaslighting will clearly help toaster strudel, here,

? ?

How are you supposed to do that when you trapped him in an en-closed Space-

Dude some ship contain-ers shifted and now you’re blaming him for not moving,

(Like I get the implication that he scared and he moved it in front but we really didn’t see much to indicate that)

Like they just moved on their own,

And dude did literally nothing to help his cornered brother out of the thing

[like I’m not for enabling tox]

But self-defense and anticipatory [as well as innocent until done guilt, “

Is pretty high on my list of reserv -ations,

[Gen Stick as close to Account. as possible, -]

Yeah probably a good idea considering War zone,

Yeah they’ve been dead for a while and did it largely of their own regard- ,

Yeah sucks for him,

Coming back,

To this

[also you think the Flashy amulet would be telling him not to because you know the attack ,

Green smoke

[Time to get gasolighten] - ?

Mother- - He-re

Clearly dead

[and your Gen clearly didn’t have medical on staff . Like yeah they have magic that can bring back the dead but they don’t know first aid,

Great

[For witches they really don’t know a lot about herbs and stuff

(The Cauldron yeah,)

Which is weird because mred is generally associated with physical knowledge

(The science s)

And he did a real good job,

Like we-akest dude on the board whose job amounts to widespread warfare (But a pretty disastrous record in guerilla warfare)

And you still lost him with the late present playing in (What was even their focuses ?)

Su-rvive

Lady, there is one of you,

Two if you count Ventress,

Unless,

Oh no

Nope keep your weird creepy re-venge cult,

In the past,

“Would,”

[which is why I didn’t get him myself ]

[Better]

[For Every

One,]

“Damage ed,”

Which is why I brought him to you Gas-lighter - “Life,”

Oh instead of taking into accountability

Let’s subject him to more abuse;

Some Thing The past is tox,

Would definitely be better for him to wake up in a nice warm place with food,

Kenobi

Didn’t he just rem-ember that now?

Like;

Why is there the rattling of chains?

(Oh yeah let’s re-introduced to enabler to its toxic abuser;

Like yeah I know it’s still there because he didn’t deal with it,

But he’s clearly not in the head space

[Seriously just send the bastard to accountability]

[empathetically] Gas light

[i’m trying not to make as many jokes about the gaslighting but that is a literal gaslight]

Hey isn’t that the illusion of help,

[Also how is that supposed to help with the crates?]

Also yeah wouldn’t that piss him off more because of light, light saber the last time that occurred?

[Like I’m not saying don’t use herbs on the guy who got injured, I’m just saying try to make it less pain...ful?

Ok, seriously those boxes were a lot hotter to move a few seconds ago what the heck

[it’s not major. but it is a minor thing?]

. F-ollow

And make the injured, toxic dous-ed- Person run,

(This family’s bedside manner is fuckin awful,

His horns?

Seriously is no one going to help him,

And a graveyard

Perfect nothing better to put your patients at ease then being surrounded by the dead women’s of the last patients

Great

Guessing the surgery isn’t going to be approved by any surgeons lately-

Un-attainable

Geez,

Like some herbs could’ve done that you didn’t need to poke him,

Like how is that supposed to help him go to sleep?

That’s clearly not sleeping,

Which is good because that’s not a Gaslighter talent (TALENT is used very loosely here,)

“Symptom” is more like it,

[Like, that was fear as he fell back and she poked him in the face,]

Aw,

[This was way too screwed up to be Complete acceptance of guilt And healing,

So,

Symbolism wise,

I’m going to have to go with more gaslighting

Aka, pretending to fix the issue,

Because that’s not how it works in either a psychological sense or (Obvious ly Medical)

The witches practice pho-science

Not a line I’d thought I’d be uttering,

But up to this point they’ve been keeping it mostly on point for gaslighting (Sy-mbolism)

Here it kinda breaks down,

Like, how

Unless it’s higher point.

But No.

Scene doesn’t really make sense,

(Like the ani- mation have no idea what theo- retically is going on,

Emotions, Nada,

Damn, herbs Lady, herbs,

Like, I don’t- Think The Medicals Would Be Too Happy, With the lack of anesthetic There,

(Like Geez- Think dude would ra-

(Like that’s some tox feckin medical lady,)

Also great now he’s gone unconscious from stress; hopefully you didn’t emotionally scar the bastard,

Geez,

Yeah I would’ve that kinda frozen terror reaction to if that shit happen

“Ow!”

Like, dude, no wonder,

Feels wrong,

Oh, those were his feet

Also yeah leave your patient in a terrifying ce-met- ery

I don’t think anyone could blame me for feeling bad for this guy at this point,

Like lady is a bunch of malpractices wrapped in a bunch of ‘fucking don’t’

Terrible bedside

Tor-ment-

Legs

[Honestly, surprised dude isn’t screaming in terror, pain and agony

[That take some serious breathing exercises]

[excuse me if I sound a bit pho-science] ]

Geez

Re-stored

Not the word,

Some humor might’ve been appreciated there

Also yeah what about his organs and shit?

How.

[i’m getting too much in the medical.

Just,

This, shouldn’t have wor -k -ed - Seriously

That is your reaction?

[I was honestly expecting his vocal cords to be shot,]

Like I was not expecting Lord Butter of the Fucking Edgy

Was expecting like a stutter or some thing,

[You know a gradual recovery Period]

Dude talking like it’s been a few months, a few years since this whole thing went down

“ oh yes it was a very dark place.”

Like I feel like that’s kind of cheating,

Like,

That shouldn’t have fixed it,

You just ran past a very interesting conflict with space magic-

[Like I guess I don’t have to worry about his grudges with anyone]

-and Tal-Zin surprisingly didn’t use this make the trauma go away button with Ventress

[That feels like cheating,]

Oh, so he has probl-e-ms sta-nding?

[Like, what?

Is the problem?

]

Also yeah don’t help him at all dude

Like going on about how im-portant he is-

I mean his bed-side-

No on second thought you stay over there, you’ll probably attempt to gaslight him otherwise,

Anyway after that Adventure in Malpractice and Gaslighting , Dark music,

Just stumbles ar-ound,

Sur-vive

Was that an an-swer?

I-

Well that went from Captain Butter I-am- Over-it,

To Murder,

Pretty damn fast,

Also what about the male tribe, you know where these guys came from?

Like Ventress only screwed with a small portion of them,

(Like a significant portion of their offspring , but not the whole village)

Then that other village?

(The one- on the other planet?)

Any-way,

Stop

Well this just went from one to basket Case- -

[Ok where did this come from?]

[what’s- with the soliloquy) ]

- Found

Seriously,

Whoa,

Like that anger takes time to build up,

Don’t get me wrong I’m no expert on space magic;

However this is why I have issue with magic;

[Specifically non-elemental; (Earth, water fire, air, And Lightning)

Because you have to be really specific about what it represents and get the side effects right

Otherwise it’s just a reality breaking cheap trick,

Skipping past a lot of interesting conflict and emotions,

[Had they done that and just started it off at some random Emotional) Plot point)

I think I could follow -ed it easier, (Or at all)

Because right now he’s just acting very inconsistently and irrationally

(And not the emotional “drank the whole bottle of tox,” ,The puppet shouting lines with no connection with each other, making absolutely no sense Kind

Like “Congrats, you’ve got the emotion now you need the consistency,”

(You can’t have your time skip and your emotional conflict too,

They are connected and you have to earn them,

E-motion

(Yeah, people who swallowed the whole tox pill don’t tend To be very good at that,)

That’s why they’re sent accountability

So there’s no additional pressure

(And they can go through the long relatively painful process in as much peace as possible, should they decide to,

In-stead of stewing in their own mi-sery- - |.

Heck did you find that?

Like he and his light saber presumably fell to the ground and will deliver to the same dump,

(Is that Savage’s?)

Or an instigating abuser who has less power than literally anyone else (Their victims)

Aside from the Gen break,

- Great recap

It’s completely unnatural

and forced,

[Like you could’ve had him slowly regain his memory and repeat this back,

This being like a prime recovery arc moment

The arc words of recovery,

But you rushed it

Now, it’s non- sense,

[This is why you have to take time doing things,]

Heck it didn’t even have to be an arc long-

Maul runs the top of a hill, With Savage- cha s-ing,

[Stops suddenly,]

[Silence]

[you get a nice cinematic shot of the sun or some of the celestial bodies,

[with the emotions im-plied of someone who just came back to life-]

[and is seeing the world sentient for the first time, ]

“I-

[Fumbled for Words]

I- was -The Appren-

[Really adding that depth of loss,]

[Savage possibly taking his shoulder, possibly emphasizing a new edge to his character, An empathetic one,

“you can start anew,”

“C’mon let’s head back to the ship,”

[Guide Maul back to the ship

[Dying sunlight]

For some humor; *Turns Back, Keys hanging off finger,”

“you can ride in the front this time around,”

[MIGHT BE TOO FLUFFY]

[Can adjust using color scheme; And more aggressive tone,]

So, yeah, that was episode [not the side pieces]

The first half was relatively good...

Before promptly descending into bat shit insanity (Not in the good way....)

[Around the resurrection of Maul from the gas magic)

From there, The tone gets pretty thin and intel..

With the brief whiff of emotion,

That barely passes decent on the fun scale,

Not passing fun

Just luke warm humor,

Over images happening,

With little (or-no connection)-

? [They still haven’t fixed Obi-wan’s eyes, Or his tone, Or his face,

Man is like an expression- less Emotion-less doll,]

Competing with Anakin for the youngest looking Jedi

[not sure if that was the point with the re-assignment surgery/ Facial reconstruction). Arc

But they really need to talk with the med Droid that approved that and get a fix,

The inability to express emotion isn’t cute,

(He looks like a toy!)

-Not Good-

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glasscomets · 5 years

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4 months later i still seethe when thinking about the got final season

bruh every character got assassinated

sansa: d&d seem to think to be a Strong Woman (TM) you must become a stone cold bitch with no emotions. sansa was very one dimensional in that respect. a few of her worst moments this season:

- her saying to the hound that she’d still be a little bird if she wasn’t abused and raped by sansa and joffrey. lolll, yeah, because it takes abuse to grow as a person. lets all thank ramsay and joffrey for their kindness in that regard :)

- her openly defying dany. sansa’s whole arc is her learning from the best political players and outmaneuvering them all. she stayed alive in king’s landing while feigning devotion to joffrey. what good does it do to openly defy dany? if jon didn’t murder dany, sansa would be dany’s first target bc of how openly sansa opposed her. it’s like her lessons went out the window.

- sansa doing nothing to reassure her people in the crypts and instead using that time to bitch about daenerys. during the battle at blackwater she was in this position and learned to rally those not on the battlefield to keep them calm. she used none of that knowledge here, did not even address her people. she looked like a horrible ruler here

arya: another victim of stone cold bitch syndrome. closest thing there is to a mary sue in the whole show. apparently she’s so good an army of white walkers can’t hear her move...even tho she was only training as a faceless man for 1-2 yrs at most?

- arya had nothing to do with the long night plot, she should not have been the lone savior. i think she should have been a part of the victory along with dany, bran, and jon, whose storylines were much more involved with the white walkers; particularly the latter 2.

- her decision to fuck off at the end of the series goes against everything she stands for. for years she tried to reunite with her family, she stresses that the starks have to stay together, then she goes lol jk never coming back. i can buy her saying good bye to sansa (the sibling she always clashed with the most) and bran (an emotionless vessel), but not jon!!!! that doesn’t make any sense to me. that’s her most important person and she’s saying bye forever just like that

dany: where to even begin. haven’t been a dany fan for some time but jfc.

- her descent into madness occurred over the course of 2 episodes in an 8 season long series. what the absolute fuck. they did not build up to this at all. there have been hints she is unstable: burning the tarlys, crucifying the masters, feeding a possibly innocent master to her dragons. but the leap from that to genocide is....rather large. dany has been shown to have a good heart - characters we trust have repeatedly told us that, the show itself has shown us that (fighting against slavery, putting an end to khalasars’ rape, locking up her dragons when one of them burned a single child, etc). INSTEAD of burning civillians in KL, it would have been much more believable if her losses drove her to burning the red keep & cersei out of rage for those she lost.

- they did her SO dirty after her death. nobody really mourns her, aside from greyworm’s illogical search for justice + an offhand comment from yara (and like, where were you bitch?). jon is obviously broken but doesn’t even really get to talk about the fact that he murdered his own blood/lover lol. going from the heartwrenching dany/drogon scene to the worst scene in the whole fucking show, which might as well have a laugh track behind it--WHO HAS A BETTER STORY THAN BRAN THE BROKEN?--is a huge slap in the face.

bran: they turned him into an emotionless robot. what else is there to say. guy is fucking useless. had one purpose: defeat the night king, still did jack shit in that episode. who has a better story than bran the broken? literally every other character in the whole show

jon: i could write an entire essay.

- both of his main story arcs have such pathetic conclusions.

1, the white walkers: he has nothing to do with killing the nk aside from knocking him off his dragon with dany. we don’t even get a confrontation. fuck your surprises, i want good storytelling. building up his prowess with a sword, focusing on multiple NK staredowns, with no payoff is INFURIATING. he didn’t need the final kill, but he should have at least fought the NK!!!! had something to do with his death!! or even at least fought a fucking white walker.

2. R+L=J. so the whole point of this shit was just to make dany go crazy? i thought this would matter moreso for ending the long night, “a song of ice and fire”, the prince that was promised is to come from aerys’ line, etc. but nope. then it has nothing to do with the endgame king, because he gets shipped off to the nights watch. so the core mystery of the show all ends up being fucking WORTHLESS. surely there must be more to this in the books??????

- WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIS CHARACTER??????? he becomes dany’s pet. jon speaks his mind against authority figures. he stood up to stannis. he stood up to alliser. he stood up to dany herself LAST SEASON in the throne room when she was belittling him. he refused to bend the knee for her. after that, ... man lost all agency. even after she COMMITS GENOCIDE, he’s like “oh lol well cersei left her no choice”. bruh, i know you love her, but the jon i know would never defend someone that far gone.

- they gave him a dragon for 3 episodes then killed the dragon off without even showing a reaction from him. that’s just fantastic, d&d

- he saves the realm from daenerys, unites armies against the WWs, and is rewarded with a sentence to the NW by his own brother. this show is fucking shit.

tyrion/varys: from the political masterminds of the show to cock jokes. varys in particular was absolutely massacred. he survived all those years under aerys, joffrey, etc. while plotting behind their backs, yet openly plotted treason + sent out ravens announcing jon as the rightful heir before dany even did anything horrible lmao

jaime: i’m undecided on the jaime/cersei storyline. i don’t LIKE that it didn’t end up being a redemption arc, but it’s not necessarily bad that he was unable to escape his cersei addiction.... that can be interesting.

what’s really shit is him saying he doesn’t care about innocents. it renders one of the best moments in the show useless - the bathtub scene with brienne, where he tells her he killed aerys to save his father and the citizens of kings landing. it makes me wonder what the hell the point of his storyline was. so guy is back at the beginning, then? gives no shits about anyone but cersei? it’s unsatisfying. i feel like i watched him grow throughout these years for no reason, in the end

cersei: done dirty as fuck, had nothing to do all year. what is there to even say, when her only screentime was her sipping wine and looking out a window

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