#I'm taking kinning to another level with this one

[boxx-cutterz]

shitposting + kinda face revealing

#eddsworld fanart #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tom fanart #I'm taking kinning to another level with this one #yeah im an emo what a surprise

[backjustforberena]

oooo can you elaborate on what you mean by there being meaning behind rhaenys not being at the dinner?

I am typing on my phone because I'm without my laptop for a few days but I REALLY wanted to answer this so sorry for any typos or messy thoughts or just general un-policed rambling.

I love it because it illustrates Rhaenys's place within the Targaryen family and what she means to those responsible for the dinner. The answer of which is... bugger all. Take Viserys's words. He's delighted that his whole family is there and wants them all to come for dinner. He looks around the table at the faces "dearest" to him.

But there is no seat for Rhaenys. Rhaenys is not one of the faces looking back. Rhaenys is not even mentioned. There's no clue to support the idea that Rhaenys has been invited and rejected the idea because of her feelings. It's just... she's not there. She is a Princess of House Targaryen and she is not present at a dinner to celebrate House Targaryen. And not only that, but the settled succession of HER HUSBAND'S seat and her home, and the betrothal of 4 of HER grandchildren. A dinner that is meant to symbolise peace and bygones and unity after strife. She's not a part of it. Either because she cannot, emotionally, be a part of it, or it does not matter. She does not matter. Not to the adults present. Not until they want something from her.

Everyone at that dinner had a calm before the storm. A happy memory. A grand delusion, just for a night. Rhaenys gets no such comfort. She gets the consequences of her good brother's body on a slab. And she LOOKS at it. They don't have to do that, even though they've brought it about.

It's the severance of the relationship she has with her paternal house. With her cousin. A cousin she LOVES, but who has orchestrated the destruction of everything she holds dear. He is the root cause. It's his brother who wants his love. It's his daughter who he enables. It's his war that her husband fights, and who might be dead. It's his will that sees over everything.

He has his meal of peace. He sees the children laughing and dancing. He eats and drinks and has his loves (however complex that is) by his side. He GETS VALIDATION, enough to shuffle off this mortal coil.

Rhaenys gets nothing of the sort. She is the flip side of him. Viserys and Rhaenys, to me, have always been in opposition. They don't want to be and they love each other very much but the gap has become wider and wider. Think about it, we've had Rhaenys and Viserys smiling and being so happy with one another in Episode 05 ("Cousin!!" / "Princess!") - to a relationship where they haven't seen one another in 6 years and there is no contact between them other than when he is King and she his subject. When she is forced to give up something and follow his rules to benefit him and keep her life. He gives her leave to speak... but not her own words.

Rhaenys is left alone. The only persons she has had in this have been Baela and Rhaena. And she has had to give them both up. Because of Rhaenyra. And because of Viserys. Baela especially. Baela, who stood with her in the Throne Room. Baela, whose hands she could hold. Baela, who has been her ward. She does not have Baela anymore. Her granddaughter is claimed by the Blacks, by the family. By a betrothal Rhaenys had to make to keep her safe. They take her away to Dragonstone as soon as.

Rhaenys's only other kin are Velaryons. But Vaemond lies dead on a slab. Her husband lies, dying, on Tarth. Her children are both (she believes) dead. She has no claim to her home. Her future looks terrifying. If Corlys dies... she will have to be reliant, mainly, on the hospitality of the woman who killed her son. Lucerys is not of age. Rhaenyra will be the true power. And how horrifying is that?

On a more basic level, her not being in the dinner illustrates the idea that she does not belong to a faction. She sides with Rhaenyra for the succession, but only that. Her voice in that instance does not equal her declaration for the Blacks. She is not a part of it all. Nothing has changed, in her heart. Which means that Alicent can make a bid later, which means her isolation is a real danger, which means she's still in the Capital.

[dearshelby]

hi! i saw your writings and theyre sooo good i love them! i was wondering if u could write about protective tommy please? idk how it would b, mayb him fighting w someone who flirted or take things to anotehr level w reader? sorry if i spell bad english its noty native too 😭

thank u! 🩷🐇

Hello, thank you so much! I'm gonna offer you a jealous!Tommy drabble and I hope it fits your taste bc is the first one I ever wrote hehe

Definitely not jealous | T.S

The party carried on loudly as the hours went by, both the Shelby and Lee kin were relieved a marriage was settled to end the war. Ironically, John, who had nearly ran away, was in a dark corner with Esme on his lap. Peace it was.

Ada's laugh was muffled by the concertinas, fireworks and gunshots, the families and guests celebrated united in a happy crowd and the bonfire burned warm so no one felt the cold nightly breeze of the last days of winter. Tommy and Zilpha sat together at a certain distance, watching the party like their own personal kingdom.

The smoke of his third cigarette filled his lungs as his icy eyes wandered through the crowd, whiskey wetted his lips and his mind worked fast, putting the momentary happiness aside to plan his next move on the chess table Small Heath had become since the end of the great war.

However, an unexpected sight stopped the gears of his head in an abrupt move, his jaw clenched, eyes squinted and hands closed in a fist. His wife danced with a Lee boy, a beautiful smile decorated her face as she swayed in his arms.

Tommy's breath got heavier while he tried to rationalize his feelings. It was a wedding, people normally dance, the boy looked drunk, he mustn't know who she was to boldly ask for a dance like that.

But also, Y/N hated to dance, it took months of bargain to allow him to teach her when they were younger, she never smiled like that except when she was extremely happy and she wore her best dress for the occasion. Did she know the boy before? Did she doll up for him? Why didn't she ask her husband to dance before going to some random boy?

Before Tommy could stop himself, his feet took him to them, pushing the other dancing couples in his way.

"Lee boy," he spat out.

"Tommy Shelby I assume," the boy offered his hand, "I'm Gilbert,"

Tommy sized him up, only looking away when his wife whispered his name, she arched her eyebrows in a silent warning. Usually Tommy dealt with his jealousy silently, but his posture told her he could put up a fight at any moment.

"... can you excuse us, Gilbert?"

"Alright, nice to meet you, Y/N,"

His icy eyes didn't leave the Lee boy until his wife's hands rested on his shoulders. A cocky smile decorated her face as she asked, "May I ask what was that about?"

No explanation was needed as his jaw clenched and a deep breath left his lungs, before her humorous eyes he couldn't put up a scene, he needed an explanation though.

"Do you know that bastard?" Tommy asked.

"Not at all,"

"You looked so fucking happy-"

"What are you implying?" she quickly interrupted, "John just got married, your plan worked right, why shouldn't I be?"

Tommy's hands met her waist bringing her closer, he was never the one to display affection in public, but that situation demanded it.

"Are you jealous?" she continued.

"No,"

"Good, I'll find another lad to dance with then,"

"Oh no, you're not," he forbid, "you'll take a break for now,"

"Are you sure you're not jealous?"

"I just want to sit down with my wife, is that a crime?"

"No, it's not, it's flattering even," she pecked his lips, "but y'know, if you were to be jealous I'd say you don't have to, you're the only man I want,"

"Good thing that I'm not then, eh?" he insisted, his features softing up.

"Yeah, it's great," she giggled, allowing him to guide her to their seat.

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #request

[pianocat939]

Celina! I just had the weirdest idea!

Coralline au!

M/c lives in a world identical-if not exact- to ours…

But!

There is a small door in m/c’s room that takes them to the rottmnt dimension.

The turtles are the ‘beldams’ of the story, the only difference being their world isn’t a fake trap used to kidnap children and devour their souls. Their world is literally rottmnt only they are yanderes with button eyes. Also every other character that isn’t one of the turtles is strangely not there-

M/c’s home dimension- to help follow some of the plot from Coraline- kinda sucks. Neglectful parents who are so strung up in their work, they don’t notice m/c. M/c would live in a two-story small house (mainly because I don’t know how I would fit the other characters into this, so they don’t exist here).

M/c loves rottmnt, and so finding a doorway that leads them to a parallel universe with the rise characters only they have sewn on button eyes would surely make m/c really happy at first, given her current circumstances. Yeah sure, they act a little different and kinder compared to the show, but they seem really nice! What’s the worst that could come from staying a little longer?

I can imagine the turtles seeing m/c as their own kin- but not in the delusional “ I am related to you by blood way. More in a “you are our adopted sibling/child” kind of way. They believe they should be the ones to take care of m/c because, clearly, their parents aren’t doing that good of a job at it.

I also wanted a huge motivator for the turtles going platonic yandere on m/c, so I decided to add a bit of angst to this au. Everyone but the turtles is dead, minus background characters.Either by the Shredder or Krang, they are all dead. Or they never existed in this world! Either way, m/c still has no answer as the turtles never talk about them.

Also, Donnie has most likely already stalked m/c before their arrival in their world, which allows the other turtles to already have crucial knowledge on m/c that will aid them in their goals. Poor m/c still hasn’t noticed the cameras-

Once m/c realizes what is going on, it would be far too late to stop it. M/c’s only contacts in their world is their parents, and they won’t believe m/c! Though, it may not be too hard to convince them, seeing as they are already kidnapped and locked away-

The only thing m/c can even do to escape is run and hope to find a new caretaker, because they ain’t getting their parents back from the turtles. I guess the other option is to re-enter the other-world, which would most likely result in m/c being tied down whilst Mikey stitches buttons on their eyes don’t worry, Donnie has already gave them something to make them go numb. They don’t feel a thing physically!

Now, let’s say m/c somehow freed her parents and escaped. Now, m/c would have to burn down the entire house and find a new place to live, because they WILL find a way to get through the door if it is intact. Though, this may not even save m/c, because Donnie could easily make another one in their new home…

(Is this good? I hope it is. I love how we both just torture m/c with fictional mutant turtles with superpowers-)

Yes, it's very detailed! It's great.

Tw: restraints, implied forced surgery(?),

"Look at you! So pretty with your button eyes!" Mikey holds your face in his hands. "Now you're officially a member of the family!" His grin is wide, and a sense of glee is evident on his face.

"Yeah, you have a nice pair of buttons, bud." Raph also smiles at you, kneeling down to be closer to your eye level. His onyx, dead button "eyes" stare back at you. "I'm so happy to have you as our new member."

Leo strokes your head, "No more having to go back to the place...That wretched place where your so-called parents harboured you. But it's alright, no more having to be neglected by them! You'll just be coddled with all the brotherly and parental love you deserve!" His expression darkens when he mentions your parents, malice seeping through his words.

"And as a celebration and in memory of this wonderful event-" Donnie turns his back to you, his metal spider arm holding his phone, "Say 'Buttoning!'" Everybody poses as the camera clicks, cheering the word 'Buttoning!' alongside Donatello.

But you...You weren't smiling in the picture, you had a look of horror. Restrained in Mikey's chains, unable to speak in fear of what they would do.

#blurbs #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

[writingforatwistedworld]

Okay I'm back! Please share with us the lore on what the known kingdoms and lands think about and treat the reader in the self-aware au!

Oh boy did I skim through so much already known intel about the places and desperately trying to match things so that they would still fit into the TWST universe.

Do you agree with me or do you think differently?

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, war, violence, beheading

The different ways of admiration

Red marked places: Couldn't find any info about the place and if then only a tiny bit bc of characters (example Riddle) personality (aka cultural background.) Info will be added as soon as more is released.

Orange marked places: Some info is known but not much

Queendom of Roses

Role you occupy: Monarch/A person in a ruling position

The queendom of roses functions after the rules of the queen of hearts which were inspired by you (don't ask how)

There are many national holidays which are connected to you (or rather believed to be)

It is seen as a huge offense to break your rules and in court they swear upon your name and reign

There is actually a throne on which nobody had ever sat on. It's made for you if you ever were to appear

Is one of the most open nations towards religious believes like for example, missionaries from Briar Valley since the queendom is also very strict with their lives in you

There are eight churches in the queendom because of the import of the believes of the faes

Most do see you though as some kind of ruler instead of a god

Sunset Savanna

Role you occupy: Spokesperson for minorities/someome fighting for equality

You are often used as a symbol in protests

Especially the slums look up to you since you see them as equals

The nation is the least obsessed with you since they see you as one of them and not someone above them

The respect stems from a place of admiration

It’s a unspoken taboo to join a group which thinks religious about you

People which do think of you as a god are sneered upon

Equality is your most important trait here

That does not mean that people will see you just as another passerby

Except to be treated like a honored guest

Some go even so far to create poetry about you (look Rook)

Coral Sea

Role you occupy: Scholar/Uniter of the land and sea

The Coral Sea is strict but also not that much depending what we are talking about

If someone is thinking that they don't want to expand their knowledge and power then that's fine

But don't they dare to say that someone who claims to be inspired by you (aka Ursula) just saying this and not meaning it

It's seen as a huge offense since you inspired generation after generation which lead to the sea opening up to the land dwellers

They actually have a contract in which is written “In the name of the one that knows and sees all we shall honor the other and see them as equal as our own kin.”

They also have a fairly small population which believes that you are a God since the places that have those customs either don't seek contact or simply didn't have much to do with the merpeople

Although being separated by the water they are pretty open towards outside influences which is a mindset brought to them by saying that you were able to achieve that level of wisdom by having a open mind

Scalding Sands

Magician/Scholar of higher knowledge of the world

The residents of the Scalding Sands thank you daily since they believe they are still alive because of you

The idea of the water system is believed to invented by you, securing a better life for them

Green is seen as a colour representing you since it's the colour of nature unlike the colour of sand

The Sorcerer of the Sands was in awe when he imagined the powers you had to possess which lead to him trying to become as powerful as possible so that he could be worthy of your knowledge

Its being said that the first magic carpets had been a invention from you passed to them

About 30% is seeing you as a God due to them being a center of trade

The constant meeting of other cultures allows them to discuss you in many ways

This leads them to be the one nation knowing the most about you (small things like favorite food) but in the end you are still a mystery

Shaftlands

Role you play: Muse/Symbol of perfection

Since many cultures live there there isn't just one view on you

But they do gave things in common

There are also festivities connected to you

Most of the time they happen in spring because it's belived that with the season of blooming flowers you also rise

In fall it's said that you return to sleep until you awaken again

There is a lot of art and poetry about you

But, due to them not knowing how you look and behave, they are filled with more symbols than actual depictions

Religions about you are allowed but it's also looked down upon since you actually inspire them to reach your level instead of just cowering and praising you

This place is the most extreme nonreligious place

Saying that you might not be as perfect as said? Socially dead. Simply not being that interested in you? Shame for the entire family

You probably wouldn't want to experience that since it can get pretty lonely in a place like this

Island of woe (Spoilers for chapter 6)

Role you occupy: Overseer (God)/Inspiration for progress

If you had to pick probably the better religion

They see you, like Greek Gods, as flawed also as someone who is very similar to a human

They have temples for you but what separates them from the second religion about you is them worshipping you is a sign of respect and not absolute control loss

They also distance themselves from the cult in Briar Valley as it is too extreme for them

In their eyes you wanted them to press onward and create new things on their own

Though they are the less known religion since... let's not have too many spoilers (Japanese translations reader you know why)

It is seen as a huge offense when someone does not believe in you since it's such a fundamental part of their culture

Hades himself looked up to you whilst trying to recreate the advanced technology you had

The fact that they probably surpassed our world already is unknown to them

They will speak about their religion if you ever meet one of them though (except if you are from the Valley of Thorns)

If you are ever on the run from Briar Valleys possessive cultists probably the best place to hide

Briar Valley

Role you occupy: Overseer (God)/Ruler over everything

They are angry about other places not seeing you as they do but they are able to hide it well

Huge churches unmatched by the occasional ones in other nations are build there

In the morning, midday and evening there is a mass to which everyone attends

If you speak up against the church there can be consequences that are capable of making the life of three generations after you miserable

How dare they to question your gentle gaze which took away the loneliness of the Witch of Thorns

You are worth more than life itself and if they need to start a holy war to spread your word then so be it!

Everything being done is in your name

Laws are decided by your morals which makes the kingdom a place ruled deeply influenced by religion

That doesn't mean that religious leaders can do whatever they want

If someone is known to use your name to enrich themselves their life will be... shorter

The reason they haven't ripped the other places apart if because most allow them to talk about “you” there

There are sometimes more violent cults formed which are struck down very fast

Just don't talk bad and admire the overseer more than anything and then you should be good

#tw: yandere #tw: religion #tw: violence #tw: war #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: possessive behavior #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au

[hail-brod]

A Chance and Beyond (6)

Previous chapter: (Chapter 5)

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Loki x FReader

A/N: Yes, 2 weeks delay. Again. I guess that's gonna be my new sched if it gets too busy.

Listening to a Norwegian folk song made this even fun to write. Man, I love upbeat folk songs. (edit:) Just figured the song's about a man in love with a woman who's betrothed to another man (note at the end of chap). It fits sm for a certain god here ehem ehem—or just in general lmao. The coincidences in life mah man.

(Ok, this is honestly my fav chap.)

Please enjoy and tell me your thoughts! ><

Warning/s: Light angst, drinking, being alcoholic to a viking level, mead, a bit of self deprecation?, mention of missing body part, nothing else probably (please tell me if I missed something!)

WC: 4.4k

Just some Viking activities at the edge of a cliff. Or like they say in Midgard, 'Let's parteyyy. Hit it, Freddie!'. In which you spin around like a record baby, right round, round, round.

When nightfall came, it didn't take long for everyone to start drinking as early as they can.

Instead of the usual drinking horn tankard, metal mugs clinked at each other, along with the merry cheers of wobbly ballads clashing in every chatter. Half an hour in when the sun had set down, there we're already drunk men dancing with their sons and daughters, mothers mingling with their husbands, and people gobbling down roasted meat. And on the center of it all stands the grand lit bonfire that sheltered light to the smiles of every person. You can hear the crackling and bursting flames joining the fun of your kin's roaring laughs, its shadows flickering like a raves' night befitting the dances of the other asgardians.

Just like you remembered when you we're in your early days in Vanaheim and your home-world, bonfire feasts are always a celebration never to be missed.

It almost feels like you've never truly left Asgard...

But of course, what is a night's feast without a pleasant conversation? Because when you sprung your eyes at a certain young prince being entertained by a woman offering him a mead—with a smile that you're consequently aware is intended to be suggestive, you've never felt so pleasant in your whole life.

No, you we're not glaring at the ground. No, you we're not burning a stare at the said woman. No, you we're not sulking on your wooden seat.

No, not at all.

You decided to just let yourself drown in the company of your mead, gulping it for ten straight seconds. That should do it, you think. not enough to do me in though. And in all honesty, you think of the truth. You we're never the first one to fall in in a drunken state; for as much as the people underestimate you at these things, they always lose when they challenge you so.

Maybe it runs in the family since, well, they we're almost as tolerant as you do.

But you honestly wish right now that you weren't.

You can see Loki giving out a pleasant laugh at the woman, mead weighing down on his hand as he mentioned something to her, making her shrug tentatively in a coy manner. You also soon noticed a few women eyeing Loki, both in hesitation and....desire?

Wait, what?

"Oh, mine brother! Finally, a flock of women ogling at him rather than me." Thor's voice pulls you out of your brief bewilderment as he made himself comfortable beside you. "You see, I knew he'd gain recognition amongst our people after that final battle in Asgard. I'm very proud I've proven him right, hah!"

Oh. "That's...good." you comment, trying not to let your displeasure lace out. "Does your people hate him, before all of this?"

"Hate, you say?" he says, eyes shifting to a light grimness. "My brother is many things and thus he makes many...'decisions'. Very various different ones. I wouldn't want to tell you that he was hated but, he had proven to our people that he should be. Alas, he has change their minds." he lifts up his mug over the form of his brother, who's now talking to a different woman, but you do notice his attention is placed on the singing men near the bonfire.

He has indeed.

Though, you let yourself deviate to something else now that you remembered. Some things are left to be asked later, such as, the voice in your room—well, if you ever find the chance, that is. Or if you'd even open up the courage to.

"Did...Did Loki actually vouch for me after the interrogation?" you asked.

Thor widened his eyes followed by a nervous laugh. "W-Whatever do you mean, my lady?"

"It's okay, I'm aware of your little 'spying'."

"Oh." he lets out, eyes darting back and forth between his brother and you. "Well, odd it was, but kind of him I guess. He may act stingy but there's a softness in there, and it seems like he's taken by you."

You raised a brow at that. "I doubt that. He looks rather keen on avoiding me." you say, though, the thought of him being taken by you feels a tad bit nice.

He eyes you in wonder. "Does that irk you?"

"What? Of course not. I'm- merely curious."

"Hmm," he hums, but you can almost mistake it for a scoff. "of course, curious. You know, I never got to ask you if you're somehow well acquainted with my brother in your....universe? Or was it timeline? Either of those."

You freeze, there's a sudden feeling of déjà vu. "What...makes you think that we are?"

"Ah, that my friend, that I can see." he answered. "It may not be my specialty but I can tell if someone is at least taken by someone."

Right, your mind echos. he has a flock of women over him. Your past self is certainly a proof of that.

Well, some things would've been actually different if he had learned your fascination towards him back in your Asgard. Actually, not some but everything. Because if he did, you would never be here. You would have never created that bloody Nexus event. You would have never learned about how much dominance time rules over countless of universes.

"No, because you we're meant to fall for Thor." the imposing judge towering in front of you says after stating your name. "Not his brother, not anyone. The moment you recognized your feelings on the wrong person, god, brother—whatever you call him—is when you're taken out of the equation. Pretty common mistakes of your variants, apparently. Don't force it, miss. It doesn't always end well for both you and..." she reads down on the file and mocked a smile at you. "...the 'Loki Laufeyson.'"

The past TVA made it sure to shove it on your own reality that you we're the problem for falling for the younger prince. Somehow, you're feeling sorry for doing so, for dooming your home. But you also truly don't want to regret it

You won't.

The TVA doesn't have the right to dictate that. Not anymore.

"Are you insinuating that I'm openly swooning over your brother?" you asked, playing along with him.

He laughs. "Bin-gow." you're quite sure its supposed to be 'bingo'. "I've first noticed you we're very tolerant of his antics, which many not do, so I guess I can assume."

"I'm certain I don't swoon when I'm being tolerant."

"Uh-uh. Maybe not, but don't jump just yet, my good lady." he swigs a drink from his mug. "I've never seen someone else so adoringly at eased when at the resoundingly mysterious presence of Loki other than me and- "

He stops.

You can't deny the growing fluster emanating within you when you catch his first few words, but his sudden halt confused you for awhile. His expression fades down, his mirthful smile daring to fall but it fights to keep it up. Though, you somehow feel that you know who he struggles to mention.

"The All-mother." you finish.

He flinched, eyes flying randomly at you and inhales. "Yeah." he sighs out a light chuckle. "You know your thing, my lady."

Your heart cracks.

Seeing him react that way at the subject of his mother, its inevitable to feel dread at what could've possibly happened. Just the absence of his father as the overlooking king is more than a proof of the tragic fates that have doomed Asgard. Queen Frigga was far from a stranger to you and you can proudly say that she became your second mother. Well, if you and Loki we're bound together purely from deeper sentiments, she would have been more of a close mother rather than formally your queen mother.

But you also can't imagine how that would've affected Loki.

You have much to learn in this reality. And, maybe its about time for you to let them know yours.

Even just by bits.

"Yes.... I've actually been quite acquainted with the queen herself." you humbly inform, smile tipping up. "Which I'm very lucky to have been."

"Hold on, so you are well acquainted with Loki. Well, not just him anymore but also the royal family?" he quirks his head to the side. "You're definitely not just a noble. Let me guess, a daughter in court."

You nodded.

At least he knows his princely court lessons.

"Hah! I knew it." he cheers, mug elevated high up. This caught a few eyes from the crowd which was also followed by their own cheers. Some asgardians flew their eyes over to you doing the same as you muster up a pleasant smile, an attempt at matching their jovial attitudes. Your mind wanders back to someone as you try to spot the area where you last saw him. Granted, he was still there, eyes intent on you.

And then immediately looked away with not so much of a reaction.

You certainly have your fill of mesmerizing cerulean eyes all over you today and you can't help but blush. And at the least, he wasn't handsomely giggling anymore with some woman or herds of them.

Beside you, Thor mutters something, and you catch your name. Odd it was how he managed to divert his attention on his own little world so fast."...I've surely heard that name before...where...Asgard...?"

He looks like he's partially drunk, but you know he isn't that easy to bring down. No doubt his random ramblings are just a product of nine or fourteen mugs full of mead; there's much more action than just slurring words when it comes to these gods.

The darkness clocks deeper into the dead of night and you had already downed your third round of mead. Honestly, your usual would be at six or seven before you would start to either cry or be overly social to anyone—of course, you prefer the latter. At this point, all you can feel is the faint pounding of your head and the lightweight of everything.

Feather. you think, describing. Featherful light. How very light.

You decided then and there, this would be the last round. You're very aware that your drunken state is resoundingly unsightly and you don't want that coming to life tonight. Or any night.

So as you downed your mug to the last drop, the distinct sounds of singing started to spread from another man to another. When you looked around, their chants start to gradually get louder, infectious smiles being thrown at anyone as their hands begin to clap along the beats with a bob of their heads. You yourself could not contain the jolliness they emitted as you meekly bounced your head along.

"Han leika med lente, han leika med list,"

This, of course, had awaken the presence beside you.

He jumped on his feet, mug still gripped tightly on his hand as he sang along and his other hand waving around to the tune. Just as the crown prince joined in, this boosted the morale of the other asgardians, adding more people to the high spirited singing. His eyes rest on you and he kept nodding to you, urging you to stand up and do the same.

How could you refuse?

When he had offered you his hand, you took it and stood up, finally letting yourself sing the familiar song.

"Han leika med lente, han leika med gny, Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle"

You clapped and jumped along them and laughed in joy, the pounding of your head replaced with the upbeat tune you clap unto. You also didn't waste a second drifting your eyes to Loki, who was actually gone in his spot.

Had he left? You know he's quite fond of festivities so why...

Only then did you see his form singing and clapping with the said flock of women...and men. You really have to tone your emotions down because he has every right to mingle with anyone. Your own personal feelings on the likeness of him is hardly something you should be bringing about now. Soon enough, your attention gets shifted when Thor took your hand, halting your claps as he leads you near the bonfire. You we're quite baffled, but when you realized a circle of asgardians we're forming around the flame, you know you're going to be very out of breath.

"I hope you aren't too drunk to do this." Thor grins at you, hands free of his mug and secured his hand on yours much fittingly. You feel your other hand being snatched the same way by one of the asgardians beside you as you all form in a wide circle.

"I'm more than awake and sober than you." you replied, grinning back with the anticipation of the dance, your adrenaline gradually going up.

"For de runerne de lyster han å vinne"

Little by little, you all move to your right, letting the circle turn in a loop. Another step and another one, the pace of your steps starts to move faster as you follow the rhythm of the song. The footwork of the certain dance begins to come naturally to you and everyone else, lifting it down and back at the moving steps to the side. One cue in the song indicates a twirl, so you turn and clap, and another clap, and so on.

"Men då steig trolli upp or djupaste sjø,"

You can't seem to think straight anymore as your laughter and giggles along the singing fogs your brain. Then comes a chant, and more clapping, and you don't know anymore.

Everything just started to feel natural.

"Og utvinner krafti av trollenes arm For de runerne de lyster han å vinne"

When the other asgardians outside of the circle started to join and slip inside, dancing; you almost didn't catch Thor leaving your side to enter the circle. And as you still moved along the loop, the said god reemerges from the jolly crowd, feet bouncing, and clutched at his side is his confused brother. It only happened in a second before you realized Thor had just threw his brother on his previous spot beside you, Loki's hand securely gripping your own through the revolving circle of people, not daring to let you trip with his sudden intrusion as he got swarmed into joining the loop.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him, and he couldn't even look away from you. As you we're kept being pulled to your sides, it was evident that he was also enjoying himself. He brings up the widest smirk at you and continues to sing with everyone else.

Oh, you we're not going to back down as well.

You squeezed his hand much more affectionately than you intended to, but fortunately he didn't whack it away; he tugs up a teasingly lofty smile and squeezed back.

You don't even know how to react anymore as you just distinctively felt the pulling of your heartstrings. You couldn't fight the widening smile on your lips any longer.

"Og utvinner krafti av trollenes arm For de runerne de lyster han å vinne"

The adrenaline of moving around and the constant claps to the beat, lungs catching the words to sing and the twirls between the loop of people, have had you all elevate for boldness as the beats starts to rapidly pace up; one step faster than the other and faster it goes, leaving you all lost in the moment of chanting breaths.

"Hei, hei, hei, hei, hei,

Hei!"

It goes higher and higher, constant and louder and as your voices reach the peak of the song, you're sent flying to Loki's side as soon as the circling loop of people broke off, tumbling to their sides with crazed smiles and cheers.

Though, as you tumbled beside Loki, heart ringing with laughters, his grip on your hand never left. You couldn't care much and your vision is clamped shut from all of the movement so you can't make much of anything. You we're panting hard and you know he is too—the very close distance between you has you hearing his pacing breaths. Suddenly, what made you open your eyes and look up to the said man was the dawning realization of why you feel so warmly secured.

Oh, he was holding you close, one hand snaked around your waist.

And don't even forget about how his other hand is pretty much locked with yours, as if letting you go would result in you being snatched away.

As you slowly wake up from your moment of daze, your eyes would not tear away from his own. His rising chest and yours synced like no other, and how dares he study you so intently with those gentle eyes, almost like a plea. The moment felt too long and too mesmerizing to break as your hand slowly curl further on his own, caressing.

Belonging. your heart screams between breaths. The shared look you had had you reminiscing a lot of things, a mixture of lifts and crashes dawning on your emotions. He himself contorts to a frown, taking in your conflicted demeanor—as well as your longing eyes.

I love you. you wanted to say, but you know that's bound to crush you, so you just reveled in the silence. The thought of not being able to say it clenches your heart, and you feel like tearing up.

But you resist. Contain it, woman. you order yourself. He's not even the Loki you know...

"I..." you start, wanting to get away.

But before you could gather yourself up once more, something catches Loki's eyes as he feels over your hand—he looks down confusingly. You realize his attention is directed on your hand once you felt the shift of his fingers on your own, specifically on a certain finger, one that's been severed and adorned with your golden ring.

You we're so out of it all until he breathes out his words, "You're married."

Your eyes snap to him, heart racing. He didn't waste a second catching your surprised stare. You don't know if the look he's giving you is concern or just curiousness. "N-No, I..." you stutter.

You we're not married yet—but will you ever be? Though, it seems like he believes otherwise.

"Don't." he sternly says. "Don't lie. I know that kind of ring anywhere and looking closely on it, it's a royal one."

You feel a lump in your throat as you try to swallow. It's only a matter of seconds before he's wondering which of the two princes in Asgard you we're bound with. "It is...yes. But no, I'm not married." you weakly say, feeling all of the adrenaline rushing out of you. "We never got to..." you hesitantly shrugged, trying to point out your unspoken words. "You could say I was whisked away by the TVA before it could even.... possibly happen."

You don't know what expression he's wearing but Loki seem to have caught on on your change of demeanor as your defeated form melts between his arm. You felt him stiff when he realized he hasn't distanced himself away from you, so he gently pulled his arm from your waist, leaving you to stand on your accord as you felt his other hand slipping away from yours.

Your heart longs even more.

Somehow, he had trusted his instincts once again to detect any lies as he accepted your words. "Would you have wanted that marriage?"

You fold your brows up to him, surveying his expression. But he's wearing that neutral mask again. You linger your words in your head, debating, lest you risk spilling any unnecessary sentiments. I would have love to. You open your mouth yet it closes again.

You can't do it.

"I don't know." you shake your head, letting your eyes wander away towards the mellow atmosphere that has become of your bonfire feast.

"Hmm."

That's all you heard from him before he followed your gaze. You both shared a moment of silence, relishing in in the calmness of the aftermath of the celebration. It felt comforting—somehow.

Each and everyone have settled down on the ground, either sprawled from exhaustion and the mead, or wobbling on their seats, leaning shoulder to shoulder with one another. You don't see Thor anywhere, but when you heard your name slipping out of Loki's lips—which you wish you could hear again—one bulky arm gathers you from behind, pushing you closely next to Loki.

Thor's voice imitates his brother, saying your name.

Honestly, you much prefer the former one saying it.

You realized Thor had also wrapped his brother on his other arm, encapsulating you both in a semihug. "I can't stop thinking how familiar your name is, my lady." he says, both you and Loki stiffing at his pull. But you also felt Loki tensing at his brother's words. "I don't know why. Granted, I've surely never met you before, nor anyone like you. Must have I just forgotten then?" he scrunches his face in thought.

"Given that you are an oaf, there's no doubt your depictions of reality are just nonsense." Loki says, narrowing his eyes on Thor.

"You wound me, brother."

You awkwardly witnessed their banter; though, you can't help but tug up a light smile. "I would be wounded as well if you just bore my name in your mind but not my face."

The God of Thunder chuckled. "My bad, my bad. Although truly, that's no fact. How could I ever not bear a fairly stunning maiden in my mind such as you?"

You we're flattered—though underneath that, you can't help but cringe. You really didn't meant for it to go that way.

And Loki doesn't seem too pleased about it. "Can you not do this in front of me?"

"Do what?" Thor asks.

"Just..." Loki tries to wriggle out of his brother's embrace as he breaks away from the two of you, dusting his shoulder off. He points his brother a glare. "Don't ever bring your flirting in front of me."

"What? I am not flirting. Or maybe, I have barged in on one?" Thor eyes you worryingly and flies it to Loki, cautiously untangling his arm around you.

You we're dumbfounded for a second before it processed in your mind.

"No." you and Loki uttered at the same time, exchanging glances.

"Definitely not."

"Yes, why would we do so?"

"Exactly. Nothing of the sort."

"Alright, alright. Calm down." Thor instructs, amused by your reactions. You we're quite glad he didn't press further. "Although admittedly, your name does ring a bell—and no, I am not drunk. I am rarely drunk." he says to you.

You nod, not doubting him. "But if you say such things about my name, then I guess it's rather possible that...you've probably met a variant of me."

When you think about it, it's weird. It also feels much more awry for you to be here. If there's another you in this universe, then you can certainly feel like you're upholding your self-accusations of being an imposter. You shiver.

"But I've never seen nor recognized you, ever." Thor says.

Even as though it had prickled something in you, you just shrug. "Well, variants don't always look like a duplicate of yourself." you mention, two certain variants come to mind. "In truth, even genders could be altered."

Thor lights up with interest. "My word, that's interesting and it actually makes much more sense."

Loki hasn't said anything. It was quite odd as you noticed he stood rigidly as he listened, hands clamped over in front of him—his stance shielded, almost like he's hiding something.

That's suspicious. you think.

Thor had gone into his mind, trying to recall something, albeit in a forceful manner. He narrowed and glared at a spot before it contorts into a smooth unfolding of realization.

"Actually- "

"Brother, why don't we let the lady tire her exhaustions out for tonight?" Loki cuts him off, letting him deceive you with his composed countenance. "It has been quite the feast."

You tread on his point, concealing your suspicions. "Then, where shall I stay?"

Thor recovers, leaving his unspoken thoughts. "Of course! You can stay on either of our tents tonight," you almost break your neck snapping your eyes on him as he continued. "since I asked not to start on the royal quarters unless our people have gotten their own. So, I hope a tent would suffice?"

"I don't mind a tent but, I would hate to intrude his royal highnesses' abode." you defend, baffled.

You soon noticed even Loki had given his brother an unapproving look. "Hang on, why am I included on that?"

"Oh, come on. Aren't you a prince? Wouldn't hurt to be a gentleman from time to time can it, brother?"

Loki hesitates to speak. "You..."

You try to diffuse. "I'm alright if it's alright for...either of you. Surely, that would also mean I am to sleep separately...?"

"Yes, yes." Thor confirms. "Do not fret, my lady. I will be sleeping somewhere else. Be it a couch or a wooden skiff, I do not mind."

That doesn't make you feel any less guilty for taking a prince's bed.

You we're about to retort but the raven haired god beat you to it. "You are terrible." he mutters, directing it at Thor. He then trails his eyes on you, soft cerulean ones touching your heart. "My tent is open for intrusions. Though, I do not take kindly to people with nosy skittering hands."

"Well, would you look at that." Thor preens. Loki shoots him a stern look.

"O- Of course..." you reply, quite baffled once again. "But, what about you?"

It takes him a while to respond. "You shan't bother knowing." he says, lifting up a feigned smile. "Besides, you won't be staying here long, will you?"

Somehow, you catch his point. And you're once again pierced with the dawning remembrance of your timely task. This will only be a single night of intrusion, nothing to fuss over; you are temporarily existing amongst them. It doesn't matter who you're mending a bond with, you're not supposed to be here.

And it almost sounds like he's intending to shut you out, and that cuts something deeper in you.

"You're right." you agree.

You've been enjoying yourself too much that you forgot you'll be leaving this all behind. Once again, just another memory to be stored in your mind.

You don't belong here.

Song inspired: 'Villeman Og Magnhild' (Villeman And Magnhild)

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[linskywords]

heyyyy I don't recall if you've ever mentioned using a beta for any of your fics, but can I ask you about your editing process? How you start it, how you do it, what sort of things are you are on high alert for, etc?

I'm 23k into my first hockeyrpf fic, which is kinda *out there* and I'm now grappling with "woah is this even intelligible to other fans" 😅

What a fun question!! First of all, congrats on being 23K in. That's so many Ks! It's such a fun fandom to write in, I'm glad you're joining the fun. 😄

I don't use a beta. I used to, but I'm too impatient for it -- I always want to edit my fics right away and get them out there. So I do my own editing. I don't know how useful this will be for you, since everyone's writing process is so different, but here's how mine works!

First, I write a complete draft. I'll sometimes backtrack if I realize I've taken a wrong turning, but otherwise, I try not to worry too much about quality in the draft. I write from start to finish because otherwise I can't hold onto where I am in the emotional arc. Getting to the end and having the tension resolve is a huge motivator for me.

Once I have a complete draft, I usually do a full editing pass. I save a copy and go back to the beginning and read through the whole thing, editing and rewriting as I go. It's actually impossible for me to read my own draft without editing, which is hugely inconvenient sometimes (e.g. if I step away for a bit and need to refresh myself on the story, it takes forever because I find myself editing as I reread).

A lot of what I edit for is rhythm. I can't quite accurately gauge the rhythm of a scene while I'm writing it, especially if the scene is a conversation; I need to give myself a little distance and then reread for that. I do a lot of adding lines and taking others away to make things flow the way I want them to. I especially watch for if a scene builds too fast and doesn't earn its level of intensity, or if a scene drags and can be trimmed.

Another big one is, am I overstating emotions? Sometimes this means I'm repeating myself, and sometimes it means I'm being too direct about angst etc. when it would be stronger to dial it back and let the reader extrapolate. A lot of times when I'm writing I put in lines that state very directly how the character is feeling, mostly as a way of figuring out what that is, but that's really for me and not the reader, so I take those parts out. Or sometimes I'll put in a line or a feeling and realize I want to use it later on, so it'll be in both places in the draft and I'll take out the earlier one in editing.

I guess the biggest question I'm asking myself when editing is, does this ring true? Anything that feels fake or forced or convoluted or disconnected or illogical gets edited out the best I can.

Other things I look for:

clunky sentences (so many)

using the same word more than once in close succession ("even" and "just" are big ones for me, as are "soft" and "warm" in any sex or romance scene)

using the same sentence structure too many times in a row (she typed a thing, her words wording <- my biggest offender)

having characters smile or grin or laugh too many times in close succession

places where it's not clear which "he" I'm talking about (down with epithets, just repeat the name or rephrase)

places where I use too many dialogue tags (confession, I use them way more often than I need to for intelligibility; I just like the rhythm, and "he says" is neutral enough to my ear that I don't mind the unnecessary usage)

continuity errors, often where I changed something in one place while writing and forgot to change it elsewhere

weird metaphors I thought would work but don't

Usually one pass is not enough, since I'll have rewritten so much that then needs to be edited again. Two editing passes is arguably not enough either, but it's usually the limit of what I'll do. Sometimes if a story is very tricky I'll do more, or if it's very straightforward I might stop at one. It's kind of a vicious cycle: if I reread my edits, I'll want to edit again, and there's no real stopping it without just deciding it's good enough and you can be done. This is one reason I often post in chapters, because it's easier to do this with a smaller chunk of story.

I think that's what I have off the top of my head. Happy to talk more about any aspect if you're curious. Good luck with your writing and editing!!

#hockey rpf #writing #editing

[clumsiestgiantess]

Sorry for the holdup everyone (this was supposed to be out yesterday, but idk I just wasn’t in the writing/editing mood); here’s part 5 of the poll story!

A) Think for a moment, then ask “Are you going to hurt it?” You’re afraid whatever he plans to do will go badly for the cat, or him.

“Well, I.. don’t want the cat getting hurt.”  You’re more worried about him getting hurt, but you feel as if you’ll hurt his pride if you tell him that directly.  Ralyr’s ears droop just slightly.  Looking at the tiny being before you, it’s clear he was eager to get to that cat.  Whatever he wanted with it had something to do with shapeshifting.  Could he really become another creature?  Why not turn human?  Wait..  “What exactly are you going to do to it?”  What if he really meant what he said about scaring you?  What if his methods of shapeshifting did something gruesome or awful to whatever he turned into?

“I’ll probably just bite it,” he tells you in a suspiciously nonchalant voice.  His eyes dart briefly away from yours.  “Bite it?”  Ralyr pretends to look around the room as you scrutinize him.  “Just long enough to drink some blood.”  He’d tried to whisper it so you couldn’t hear, but you’d heard enough.  “You what?  Are you some sort of parasite?!”  

Ralyr whirls around to stare at you, eyes wide in shock, expression miffed.  Immediately, you cover your mouth.  “Was that offensive?” you gasp, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that; I just.. don't know.. what you are. You’re a satyrian, but I have no idea what that is.” you finish carefully.  After a brief silence, Ralyr chuckles and shakes his head almost pityingly at you.  “Don't worry.  You wouldn't know any better.  Humans like you don’t really know about us.  Well, I guess they kind of do, but your kind calls us all sorts of different things.”  You blink surprisedly, “We do?  I've never seen something- someone,” you correct yourself, “like you before.”  Ralyr nods, a hint of a snide smirk on his face, “We've gotten better at blending in over the last century.  The most common thing I've been called is a satyr, plain and simple, but many of my kind and its kin have been labeled as ‘vampires’ by yours.”

Hearing the word vampire, your nose wrinkles up in disbelief.  “You're not a vampire!” you gasp, “Vampires are normal-sized, and they're like… pale and undead-looking.”  The little being who claims to be a vampire crosses his arms and takes a step towards you.  “Now that is offensive.”   Tiredly, you rub a hand over your face and take another look at him, bending down so your head is level with his.  Ralyr’s arms uncross and he takes a cautious step back, wary of your closeness.

Deep brown eyes settle on yours, and his defensive look softens.  “You really don’t mean me any harm?”  You shake your head the slightest bit, afraid that too big a movement would spook him.  Ralyr takes a deep breath, “Satyrians are a hybrid species between your kind and a long-extinct shapeshifting race.  Neither my kind or my kin’s can fully shapeshift anymore thanks to that.  I can only shift the bottom half of me, see?”  He lifts a little mouse-like foot and wiggles his tiny toes.  “I’d like to take a bigger form than this one if I am to get around places where I don’t particularly have to stay hidden.  That is, if you’ll have me here.”

What do you reply? A) “Of course you can stay! Come on, if you really want to get a new form, let’s go round up that cat.”  You offer him your open palms for him to climb onto.

B) “Your kin?  Is that your family? Why don’t you stay with them?”  It’s not that you want him gone, you just don’t want to keep him here if there’s a safer place he can stay where he won’t have to hide.

C) “You don’t have anyone else to stay with?” you ask.  Taking care of a whole other person in your home is a lot to take on all at once.

D) “I don’t mind you staying, but I do mind you harming the neighbor’s cat,” you tell him.  “We can go out tomorrow and find you another form to take.”

#again sorry it’s a day late #thoughts had to simmer a bit #g/t #giant/tiny #poll story

[trans-mephisto]

The somewhat popular theory that Lightning = Rin and why I personally don't buy it

(And my own theory)

So, quick disclaimer; this post isn't made with the intent of "ruining fun" or putting down other theorists in the fandom, but rather is simply me putting in my own two cents on a character. I'm very analytical and find this kind of thing fun! My essay is below the cut so I don't take up too much space in the fandom tag :]

Okay, starting with the reasons I really don't think Lewin is Rin from the future, which I've skimmed the manga to support my personal doubts.

First off, though they do share some similarities, Lewin and Rin still have distinct differences in their designs. One of the main things I took note of was the difference in their eye shapes. When his eyes are shown, Lightning has rounded eyes with small, thin irises, whereas Rin has angular eyes with larger irises. Examples below!

And these two images aren't far apart in chapters, so it's not anything like an art style change. Even so, eye shape is something that Kato doesn't really change drastically within her character designs.

Now, another thing is we actually see Lightning as a teenager during the whole flashback arc. He would be nineteen during this time, and we also have an image of Rin at eighteen (albeit in another timeline from the main one, but it generally doesn't matter). Though, again, kind of similar, there's still stark differences. The main ones again, being eye shape, Rin having round irises and Lewin having thin ones, and the fact Lewin is babyfaced compared to Rin having a slimmer face at nearly the same age.

Lastly, there's also their personalities. Lightning has always been mostly emotionless, intelligent, and analytical, whereas Rin at his core has always been very emotional, and no shade to Rin, has always been kind of stupid. Once again, they may have some similarities but their differences are more prevelant.

So, what gives? Who or what is Lewin?

Well, while thinking this over, I kind of stumbled across a character who I think is far more like Lightning personality-wise. Shiro Fujimoto.

There's many comparisons to be made between them, especially with younger Shiro. Perverted, tendencies towards violence, the fact they both generally don't seem to care till they're upset enough? Very similar. Although I definitely don't think they're one in the same, I do have suspicions that tie together as to why he's similar to Shiro, and to an extent, Rin and Yukio. And it's pretty simple.

They're related!

Now I don't mean anything like "Shiro's secret child" or "Rin or Yukio's child from the FUTURE" or anything like that, what I think is that he's simply the grandchild or a similar descendant to Azazel, and since Shiro was directly cloned from Azazel and Satan was also inhabiting an Azazel clone when Rin and Yukio were concieved, all the overlapping similarities make sense. And I have a TON of evidence to back this up.

First of all, Lewin has a very strong connection with demons to the point where it's often showed he has an easier time summoning them than any other tamer, even high-level entities.

For higher level demons, he doesn't have to finish the summon, and doesn't even need a verse in general for the low level demons.

Also, both these demon types are kin to Azazel.

Later on, we even learn that he has god-level demons (literally the gods of winds) as his familiars, and guess what? They're kin of Azazel.

So he has a very strong connection to Azazel's kin, and also Azazel himself.

During the Blue Night flashback, we see he was for some reason, a member of Azazel's group of Grigori represenatives.

Not just that, but he in general seems very close to Azazel. He mentions speaking to him, goes to visit him to calm down, calls him "old man" or "gramps", and when discovering Section 13's cloning secrets, at one point seems genuinely upset mentioning that the process of extracting Azazel's DNA probably led to his advanced crystalization. His soft spot for Azazel is obvious.

So in short, I do understand the connections Rin and Lewin share, and why it led to many people believing they were the same person. But after doing some digging, I believe the point was to hint at their relation and also draw parallels between his situation with Azazel and Rin's with Shiro.

Hope everyone enjoys reading my long-winded ramblings. :]

#meffy rambles #aoex #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #theory #aoex spoilers #lewin light #long post

[jamiegege]

Similarities between Ranpo & Heizou

Okay so, i saw a lot of people that were associating Ranpo (Bungou stray dogs) and Shikanoin Heizou (Genshin impact) but also a lot of people thinking that they were asociated by the fandoms only bc they're both young and very intelligent detectives, however, they have more similarities than that and as i love (and kin) them both i wanted to dedicate to them a post :) !

I'm gonna use their "Fandom" page as a source, plus Heizou's character stories but mostly my own interpretation of the characters and it's only how I see them so if you have another pov you're free to give your opinion in the comments and i would gladly respond to it as long as everything is respectful and polite ;)

I'm gonna start by analyzing Heizou :

For a little description : Heizou is a young (i'd say that he's in his 20s) detective working for the Tenryou Commission at Inazuma. He's known to be a really clever and sly man but also someone who doesn't like to follow the rules and very stubborn, Thomas would define him as "not the easiest person to get along with" even if he looks really outgoing. A lot of people dislike him for the way he acts around others and how he behaves ab rules, strating by his own superior, Kujou Sara, who doesn't fired him as he always brings results. He also seems, at first glance, to be really confident about his abilities and knowledge, which can annoy people around him.

A bit ab his personality & story :

As i said he mostly appears as a rebelious and arrogant young man but he's in fact really insecure ab his abilities but he's also really scared that he would hurt people he likes (which he doesn't want at all), as he says in his hang out event : "my biggest worry is that Ryuuji would struggle to cope if he knew the truth. [...] haha, well, as you can see, i'm a little less confident than people might think."

He sees his deduction abilities as godlike which gives him that reputation of being a selfish and cocky person even he looks polite and well-behaved. His outgoing and cheerful personality can make ppl think that he's kinda childish but he's in fact really serious and solemn when the situation asks him to be.

Heizou is actually really good at martial arts (thanks to his dad who was a martial arts master), but he won't ever use it (or only in situations that obligates him to use it) 'cause he considers that, as a detective his intelligence is above others and that using strength instead of knowledge would put him at other's level.

We also know that Heizou didn't have a cool and happy childhood, as a classic rebellious child he didn't want to take up his dad's work and this opinion caused him a lot of argues with his parents. He had only one friend that lied to him saying that he was rich but who was in fact a criminal (a thief to be precise), so they stopped being friends. A year latter, that one old friend went to see Heizou and got killed because of his illegal activities, that's how Heizou decided to put his abilities and knowledge at the service of justice by becoming a detective.

Now i'm gonna analyze Ranpo :

For a little description : Ranpo is a 26yo detective working at the Armed Detectives Agency (we'll say ADA), he's most of the time considered as the "world's greatest detective" or at least "Japan's greatest detective". Despite working in an agency full of ability users, Ranpo does not have one even if he acts like he does, he's "just" really clever with a sharp sens of deduction (that's also why he called his fake ability "super deduction"). As he's really intelligent and as useful as anyone in the agency he's really respected and the other members allow him to act really childish or cocky sometimes (also because, even if he doesn't seem to be, he's, after the boss, the oldest member of the ADA), plus, thanks to the fact that he helps the police departements a lot, he's the one that brings the most money (and cases) to the agency. He's also known as really arrogant and cocky 'cause he can be very lazy and refuses to work on cases he finds boring or useless even if he respects and values a lot his work as a detective.

A bit ab his personality & story :

Ranpo's "ability" is really important for him especially because he makes him think that he's in fact "normal". When he met Fukuzawa (ADA's boss), he was lonely, his parents were dead and he was kicked out off everywhere because of his behavior; plus he used to see others people around him as monsters that he wasn't understanding because no one had the same mental abilities as him. To make him feel better, Fukuzawa told him that he had a special ability, a very strong one and he backed Ranpo up with this idea. So now Ranpo uses this "special ability" to put himself above others and to fill his lack of confidence in his knowledge (he basically uses an half-fake superiority complexe to hide his inferiority complex) even if he clearly knows that he doesn't have an ability.

Despite his really childish and cheerful side Ranpo can be really serious and solemn in important situations (i'm thinking particulary ab the cannibalism arc when Fukuzawa was injured). And he uses this side of him so rarely that even Yosano (they knows each other since their teenage years (i'd say around 15/16yo)) was shocked to see him acting like that. He mostly behaves like that when he has to protect people he loves, which is the most important to him : he would do anything to protect his close ones (i'm especially thinking ab this scene when he uses Fyodor's manipulation style to make Mushitaro admit his crime to protect the agency in the chapter n°56).

Even if a lot of people despise him, he has sort kind of charisma (thanks to the infallible confidence he has around others) that brings to him strong allies who admire him in some way (ex. Poe, Mushitaro).

Ranpo is kind of a physically weak man, he's 160cm tall (5'3'') and he's 57kg, i'm pretty sure he can't actually fight but i'm also sure that even if he could he wouldn't, 'cause knowledge is the only thing that actually matters to him and, from his pov, use physical strength would be admitting a lack of intelligence (same with using manipulation).

I'm now gonna do a few connections between both :

First they both had rough childhoods with not a lot/no friends and then became detectives to use their knowledge and abilities to protect ppl they love.

They also both seem really confident about their capabilities but it's in fact to protect their inner-selves and to fill a lack of confidence/insecurities/inferiority complex.

Protecting their close ones is one of the most important thing to them and they would do anything to success on this. Plus they use other ploy than their knowledge and abilities (ex. physicall strength, manipulation) only when they have to protect ppl around them.

They're mostly seen as arrogant and childish but both can be really serious in major and crucial situations, which can scare/shock even the ppl that know them the best.

But one of their main similarities is how they both considere their capablities as godlike : when people tells him that his abilities are godlike Heizou answers "I don't know, maybe this is something that even the gods can't do!"; and Ranpo has the habit of putting himself above everyone, shouting from the rooftops that he has the most powerfull ability in the world.

There are way more similarities between them but i think that i explained the biggest ones ! I really appreciate when ppl associate them, especially when they don't associate them just bc "they're childish detectives :D", because i have affectionate them with my whole heart <33.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this, love you all, kiss kiss <33

#bungo stray dogs #ranpo headcanons #ranpo kin #ranpoedogawa #ranpo #analysis #ranpo fanart #heizou #shikanoin heizou #genshin impact #genshin shikanoin #detectives #power #neuroatypical #deduction #heizou ranpo #ranpo heizou #bsd

[dragonsareoverrated2]

My pinned I guess?

//Ongoing Arc: Beautifly and the Beast!

//Finished Arcs: Dragon Pains, Blood of Blackthorn.

Hi, before you say anything about my name. One) DragonsAreOverrated was taken, and two) I dislike dragon types for very personal reasons that are related to my damn genetics donor of a father, so before you go on and tell me 'Dragons are great actually because-!' I dont wanna fucking hear it.

Alright, now that thats out of the way.

My name is Ichika and my pronouns are she/her, call me anything other than that and I will find you and bite you, or my Crobat will, which ever one of us gets to you first.

I'm the champ of the Naljo, don't know what that region is? Its in between Johto and Kanto, but it's a shithole here so don't come.

... I mean, I cant stop you if you want to visit me, I dont mind visitors...

I'm 23 years old, birthday April 22 (Marianne made me put this here), and am dating my girlfriend who… I think is what you guys would call a faller? She's not from here, but she's still from a place that had pokemon. She's 23 and named Marianne, she was originally from Kalos, moved to Hoenn, beat the league, and then got sucked up into another dimension which is mine.

She sometimes will pop up and write in pink, all her stuff will be tagged with #Mon Amour, which is what I asked to to put it as. I don't know that much Kalosion. She also has her own intro post here.

My team is Kage my Tyranitar (She/Her), Doku my Crobat (He/Him), Yuki my Mamoswine (She/They), Zappu my Ampharos (He/It), Noyaki my Ninetails (She/Her) and Ame my Vaporeon (He/They).

If you wanna battle, schedule it with the league, Im busy trying to fix this stupid region.

Update: I have an assortment of dragons I am taking care of for the foreseeable future.

Any care tips would be appreciated-

I call the Noibat Midori (He/it), the others finally gave me names-

Monterio (He/him), Kin (She/her), Daitan (She/Him), Hoshi (They/It), and Nagisa (She/They)

//Ask games that are open!

//A important note for Pelipper Mail and Musharna Mail

//Naljo Dex Logs Masterlist!

//Ooc info under the cut!

//How she looks!

//This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//No Shipping, a lot of the stuff in here is closed off.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//Pokemon in this universe have human levels of sentience, though multiverses that don't are well known and won't be questioned.

//Real life animals exist along side Pokemon in her universe, like divergent evolution (not the pokemon thing, the science thing)

//A warning that this character is rather antagonistic but not evil. If you are actually able to get her to like you she will chill out a bit, but you're gonna have to work to that. Also please tell me if she's being too much at all, this is my first time writing a fully bitchy character-

//Magic anons are on! But I am picky about what I let through.

//What the tags mean. //Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking. //Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account //Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished. Stony Ground: Her post/response tag. Stone Edge: Her closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something. What's with the dragons?: When Ichika is mainly talking to herself. Prismatic Rival (Prism): Ichika talking about her Rival who is a jerk Broken Eggshells (Hatch): Hatchling Posts and Ichika talking about her!

//Marianne related tags will be in her intro post

#//Shadow Mod Speaks #//Mod Reference #//Shadow Art #Stony Ground #Stone Edge #What's with the dragons? #Broken Eggshells (Hatch) #Prismatic Rival (Prism) #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokereality #rp intro #poke rp #pokemon rp blog

[bonefall]

mr bones! what are your plans for Mousewhisker, Berrynose and Hazeltail in your AU, since they're some of the very few genetically pure lines in ThunderClan? I always thought it was such a waste to kill Hazeltail off and then to have Mousewhisker alive and kicking, but, like, never father kits or even take a mate?

If the Frostfour haunt my dreams (derogatory), the Daisychain haunts my dreams (affectionate)

They were done MEGA dirty by the narrative and I plan to shake them up massively, but because they have so many things going on, it's really hard to commit.

I'll go in order of MOST SOLID reworks, and finish off with the Daisykin I'm still waffling about

Berrynose

Virtually unchanged. He's great as-is. He will be the mate of Poppyfrost and have two kits with her; the only thing different about Berrynose is that he's getting a fiercer rivalry with Lionblaze.

I will tell you that I briefly considered having them be enemies-to-lovers because I have brainrot. But I ruled on the side of preserving canon and drawing out drama between Lion and Cinder, lmao

Mousewhisker

Is going to be a relatively tame background warrior like in canon, up to The Broken Code. We're following up on his secret relationship with Minnowtail, possibly even giving him RiverClan kits.

He gets targeted in the codebreaker saga, and is going to receive a punishment of some sort. He will probably take the place of Rosepetal in this arc, being Bristlefrost's mentor, and dying in that skirmish. Berrynose and Mousewhisker are both going to die in TBC; but when is undecided because of Cherryfall, see below

Hazeltail

I'm annoyed by her unceremonious greencough death, but I'm not completely against her dying in an epidemic. She may also die in the Great Battle.

If she lives, she will be taking the place of Mousewhisker after his death in TBC, ESPECIALLY if the Erins get some sense and give him a canon litter.

She is also a transwoman; an identical twin of Mousewhisker. Start praying that Mousewhisker gets that canonical litter because whoever the mate is WILL get lesbian'd by this.

Daisy

Daisy deserves a much better treatment from the narrative. She saves her kittens from being taken by a twoleg who took Floss' litter before they were old enough to open their eyes, helps to raise every litter post-TNP, and makes a statement that there's more to a clan than just fighting

She's staying in my arsenal as a level head who the more reactionary cats of the clan shout over when conflicts are spiralling out of control. A shorthand for "ThunderClan is no longer being rational."

She's also a really close ally of Squirrelflight, and becomes a very good builder along with Spiderleg and Jessy. If Squilf gets another mate, it'll be around the Daisy's Kin era, after they both help each other realize they don't need to keep crawling back to mates that aren't good for them

(It's still a maybe though! But it does parallel something I went through, so I would really want to get it right for them <3)

Also side note Smoky can go weave a basket, absolute loser

Rosepetal

I care immensely about Rosepetal.

She CANNOT have that unceremonious death in TBC it was an absolute waste. One of the worst in the series. I refuse.

I am considering giving her most of Cherryfall's screentime, since they both have overlap as a set of overlooked Daisykin twins with no offspring. Rose will be going on Alderpaw's journey, however it ends up being reworked.

Molewhisker & Cherryfall/Toadstep

I want to keep at least one of Berry/Poppyfrost's kids around, and I'm leaning towards Molewhisker. He's named after his uncle who didn't survive apprenticeship, and the 'competent respected warrior' role is already filled by Rosepetal.

So Cherryfall will probably get killed as background fodder (possibly in the imposter skirmish to infuriate Berrynose like in canon), and Toadstep is dying of greencough while Spiderleg/thorn survives. I want Spider to feel the pain of burying a child to regret his absence in his son's life.

It's a bit of a shame because I quite like Toadstep, and I love Cherryfall's name, but everything about them is covered better by their siblings. They're better off as kills.

#Daisykin #Daisychain #Toadstep #Cherryfall #Rosepetal #Daisy #Spiderleg #Hazeltail #Mousewhisker #Berrynose #Bonefall Rewrite

[unboundpower]

Planet Vegeta (Sadala) timeline headcanons.

Because I'm salty canon slapped together a garbage continuity (*cringes @ the various retcons, inconsistencies, and Episode of Bardock*), but did nothing with it at the same time. CW for death and war and geno/cide and all that; the Saiyans are indeed the Saiyans.

— The Tuffles and Saiyans were native to Sadala & lived on it for hundreds of thousands of years. One can assume they originally belonged to the same "species class" before evolution caused the two groups to split and deviate from one another.

— The Tuffles became more intellectually & technology advanced far quicker than the Saiyans. While the Tuffles eventually built towns & cities, the Saiyans still maintained a fairly primitive hunter-gatherer lifestyle - only difference being that Saiyans typically lived in solitude or in very small groups (typically a mother with her children). There was little sense of community among the Saiyans.

— At some point, a few Saiyans among their kind transformed into their Oozaru forms for the first time upon the night of a full moon. They rampaged worldwide, but the Tuffles managed to protect their civilizations. They had no idea just what those beasts were, but never fully pieced it together that those were Saiyans. For every subsequent full moon, that occurred on the planet every 100 years, the Tuffles devised elaborate protection plans.

— At some point, some Tuffles actually welcomed Saiyans into their territories. However, some Saiyans thought it best to try and steal food or resources from them. They were usually repelled, and the Tuffles collectively lost their sense of hospitality. Tensions steadily built up between the two races.

— Over time, Saiyans grew physically stronger - likely because they had to rely on their own natural skills for survival due to their lack of technology - than the Tuffles with every passing generation. Trespassing worsened to literal invasion attempts, and the deaths of multiple Tuffles with every one. It became a widely accepted belief that Tuffles and Saiyans could and would never get along.

— The conflict peaked when one Saiyan, a female adult named Vegeta, managed to rally dozens of Saiyans together to try and take over the planet. To do so, she and her allies sought to wipe out the Tuffles. The Saiyans launched a coordinated attack, and because each individual's might was greater, the Tuffles struggled to fight back with their weaponry. The battle waged for days.

— Everything was decided when a full moon once again shined down. All of the Saiyans transformed, and the Tuffles had no hope of victory. By sunrise of the next day, the majority of the Tuffle population was decimated. Whoever was left, and discovered, was picked off.

— After this event, Vegeta fought for her right to rule over her kin, meeting challengers head on. As she was the only one left standing in the end of those bouts, it was accepted that she was the strongest Saiyan. She would hold absolute leadership over them and complete control of the world. She renamed it "Planet Vegeta".

— This is where the Saiyans started to become more involved with technology themselves, as they learned from what survived of the Tuffles' culture, and gradually built an advanced society. Vegeta became the first queen. However, the Saiyan's class system didn't come into effect until Vegeta had her first children as ruler sometime later.

— Her eldest child & son, Vegeta II, thought of himself and those of similar power levels so highly that he believed they deserved to be held in a more important regard than those weaker. When Vegeta I grew too old to hold her position as monarch, he followed a ritual of combating other Saiyans who also sought the throne. He was the sole survivor when it finished. The final step was to battle and kill his mother, giving her an honorable death while simultaneously proving his worth. He succeeded.

— King Vegeta II implemented new social divisions based on power. If a Saiyan was pitifully weak, they were now considered low class. If they were "average", they were middle class. Saiyans with excellent strength, he included, were first class or "elite". Treatment based on these guidelines resulted in the elites having first dibs on the best food and resources, while low class Saiyans were given scraps.

— During his reign, King Vegeta II oversaw the development of what became recognized as the Saiyan's scouters and attack pods. Scouters were merely updated from leftover schematics of the Tuffle's communicators, but attack pods were made with the purpose of being able to travel through space. The king saw a future of his kin sinking their fangs into other worlds, to conquer them and take what they deserved as the universe's mightiest race. He formed the first incarnation of the Saiyan Army, having soldiers be equipped with newly developed armor and tools they would need while out on the field.

Nursing capsules weren't invented until much later, when medical care overall evolved further. Saiyan children needed to be born to keep the race alive of course, but it was inconvenient for female Saiyans to stay on planet rearing their children instead of being active in the army. So, technology that would effectively keep a newborn alive independently of their mother was created. It soon turned to literal zygotes or fetuses being removed from the mother to grow in capsules.

A brilliant scientist invented the Power Ball technique, allowing Saiyans to transform without needing to rely on full moons. This in turn established a training regimen that would teach a Saiyan how to control their Oozaru state.

— King Vegeta II did away with the dominion ritual, and designated his first son - Vegeta III - as being his heir & next in line for the throne automatically. This solidified the naming tradition and its association with the royal family.

— Towards the end of Vegeta II's reign / In the beginning of Vegeta III's reign, the Cold family set their sights on their planet, thanks to the Saiyan's rising infamy through the cosmos. The Saiyan Army was forcibly integrated into the Cold Force / Planet Trade Organization (PTO).

That's about it I think. Pls excuse any grammar or spelling errors you may have saw.

#worldbuilding. #saved. #/ this is LONG lol but it'll be what i personally refer to when applicable \ #/ shallot & giblet's era was when the tuffles were alive & thriving. a bit b4 their mom thirsted for power & blood \ #/ they were whisked through time b4 the war so they have no idea the tuffles were obliterated \ #/ still wondering if they would have mixed feelings abt that. \ #/ also if they even knew their mom's name was vegeta. because \ #/ she could've never told them her name. she was their mom & they would just call her mom \ #/ b4 she gave them the boot that is. ''ok you can kill & find your own food now. gudbye'' \ #/ i imagine they have more siblings outside of just each other but thats not relevant. they're all dead now anyway \

[team7-headquarter]

I have a new au, modern setting with similar shinobi politics, where Tsunade is in charge of the kunoichis of Konoha and their many operations.

It's called Diamond Girls.

Minato made an amazing new system so shinobis wouldn't have to step on a field until they were at least 15 years old. When he died, Hiruzen was forced "by the elders and Danzo" to establish back some of the traditional ways.

The sannins opposed to it and after some serious altercations, they were cleared to offer their own extension programs and run their own operations.

You can join them if you're a Konoha shinobi of any rank, but you must break ties with your clan, if you belong to one. You can join them as a rogue ninja too, but you must become an ally of Konoha. Either way, the program / operation you choose will become your number 1 priority, over any other bond in your life.

As expected, Tsunade has the medical program. Not as expected though is the special operation she runs: an only-women squad, known as the Diamond Girls. Undoubtedly her way of saying she won't allow the kunoichis to be neglected.

⠀

You'll find familiar faces under new light:

Ino and Hinata left their clans, Tenten is living her dream and Sakura hasn't seen Team 7 since she was 15 years old (she'll see them soon enough).

Orochimaru, equally unhinged but slightly more human, offers a squad to support Tsunade. Anko leads it and Karin, Kin Tsuchi and Tayuya are part of it. Rin is alive, she takes turns with Shizune as Tsunade's second. Kurenai ends up accidentally adopting Haku. Karui and Kurotsuchi join the girls from time to time. Temari is a pilot!! Combat level!

And there's also so much going up for the boys. Orochimaru and Danzo are hunting each other. There's a rumor that the sannins plan to kill the Hokage. Jiraiya has "secret meetings" with THE Akatsuki. Naruto knows about his parents and he's after who killed them. Sasuke is once more the key to the Uchiha massacre (but this time he's old enough to intervene!). So. Much. Going. On.

It's mainly girls povs and it's focused on how often the ones that determined the course of a nation are the people with the little roles. I'm so excited to write it, yet terrified of doing it wrong...

Anyway, another au for the future. Hopefully.

#naruto #Naruto au #Diamond girls au #Tsunade senju #sakura haruno #Ino yamanaka #Hinata hyuga #Hinata Hyuuga #Tenten #Tenten naruto #Jiraiya #Orochimaru #minato namizake #hiruzen sarutobi #Karin uzumaki #kin tsuchi #Tayuya naruto #Tayuya #Rin nohara #kurenai yuhi #shizune kato #anko mitarashi #karui akimichi #Kurotsuchi Naruto #Naruto uzumaki #Sasuke uchiha #Shanarutoaus #Shanarutofanfics #naruto shippuden #Naruto Shippuden au

[fictionkinfessions]

oh post canon game very exciting. if I had to pick a canon where i know the Most about my post canon (and where I have more memories post than during canon) I'd have to say Azula (atla.)

first and foremost i think its so funny the comics think the fire nation had straight jackets and "asylums." thats so funny. i was in prison. I was in prison and then I spent an absurd possibly inhuman amount of time in solitary confinement (I forgive my brother for this, I truly was causing too many problems around other people. it was a different Time.) Eventually through Circumstance however when one member of team avatar caught me wildly disassociating and self destructing inside of an ice cube he decided he'd make me his little pet project. and it worked very well. he sat with me for my main meal every day for months and therapized me. often very poorly because he was just as much of an idiot as he was intelligent, but that made two of us.

after that I transed my gender, (eventually...) rebuilt bridges with my brother and uncle, kind've squirmed my way into team avatar, and got deeply into spirituality. never truly became a pacifist and did enjoy firebending deeply for the rest of my life but eventually it became better for me to tune my innate connection to my element towards more peaceful endeavors, and I was damn good at it, thank you. I remember visiting my uncle for tea in the spirit world... I do quite like the theory that that firebending priest in TLOK is me, I can see it. maybe if they gave her One sarcastic quip I'd know for sure, but I can see it.

one other fun piece of trivia, had a phase where I got really into dance, specifically that kind've showy firebending stuff you see in book 3, it was another good way to use all my training towards understanding my element and my body in a way that was nondestructive.

on firebending; an INTERESTING thing, I don't associate very much with the blue fire. I think I did that because I was deeply mentally ill and needed people to think I was perfect and beyond every one elses level, and knowing what I know now about *how* i could do it it was very impressive, but it was purely show, the fire wasn't actually hotter, i just needed people to think I was cool. I suppose I just dropped it at some point.

all of this is wildly noncompliant with canon and i just assume I will never meet anyone with similar memories. cest la vie. I will say I quite like the most recent post canon comic for me, they do actually bring spirits into it, which considering how important that became to me I really appreciate it and do hope they'll take me down that line, even if they leave out my year or two of prison mental breakdowns and my stupid little boy toy. and you know i'm too girl power for them to ever realize CLEARLY i am transgender (joke, I know im *very* non compliant for that, all love to other azula kins who kept their canon gender, I however was a failboy.)

I don't. have any post canon memories of my mother. I don't know if we met her. i hope if we did she didn't do what she did in the comics. but i wouldn't blame her. part of me hopes I never saw her again. i just don't think I'm ready to think about it.

apologies for the essay as usual!! azula is such a high kin for me but my post canon is so hyperspecific I never get to talk about it. hugs and kisses to everyone from source, miss you lots xoxoxo❤️

x

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #azulakin #atlakin #post canons #prisons cw #torture cw #prison abuse cw #food cw #ableist language cw #gamrep #mod party cat

[contentment-of-cats]

WiP Bit 23

Age 14: Jegsiv: TaggeCo Station 19: Displaced Persons Dorms: *

*Music: Without a Word, Aytekin Ataş - click link above.

"Pyrondi, Ilyana. Age fourteen. Stand on the platform, arms extended."

There is a stillness inside of her as she obeys the woman in uniform. She's as bare as the day she was born, cold, her clothing and hunting gear piled on a table. As if after all her weeping that nothing will ever happen again, that time itself has stopped.

Make it so, make it so.

"Speaks, reads, and writes Aubresh at age level. Speaks, reads, and writes home dialect, Tepasi dialect, and Kryyga trade language." A pause. "Good health. Appropriate development for standard human stock. Well-nourished. Pyrondi, pick up your things, get dressed, and go to the third door on the left."

"Yes, Elder."

"It's Sergeant, girl. Sergeant Aqida."

"Yes, Sergeant Aqida."

Ilyana puts her leggings and tunic back on, carrying her hooded short cloak with her. The third door opens and there's a man in another uniform. Grey-green like moss, a badge with three red and three blue tiles. The tunic is closely fitted like the TaggeCo uniforms. She stands in front of the desk as the man looks at a datapad.

"Your immediate family is on station eleven. We can bring you over there, or you can help them and the Empire." He puts down the datapad. "I'm Lieutenant Grisha, take a seat. Your kin are going to need a lot of help getting on their feet, and you need an education."

"What can I do?" She doubts that she'll get sent out after Saw Gerrera with her hunting gear and the clothes she stood up in.

"You're young, healthy, and literate - believe me that's less common than you think. You can sign up with the Imperial Youth Corps. You get three hot meals a day, a bed, clothing, plus you can earn and learn at the same time. We'll run a bunch of tests, see where you fit, and off you go."

Ilyana didn't think on it overmuch. She was the last girl left at home, and a betrothal had been hinted at her last nameday. Being married by sixteen and a mother by seventeen did not appeal, but being able to help her family? Yes. Going to the stars? Yes. He walks her through it, including the part where no more than twenty-five percent of her pay would go to her family.

"Now, I just need your chain code-"

"I don't have one of those." That she knew for a fact.

"Goodness. Quite the primitive. Then again when would you have had a chance to go off-world?"

"I flew in a cargo donk once. I... I'd like to learn how to fly - if I can."

"Hm. Takes lots of eye-hand coordination, among other things." Lieutenant Grisha looks at something on the datapad and blinks. "TaggeCo supplied the schools here. You already have some aptitude baselines. Come back tomorrow and I'll have a chain code for you."

"Yes, Lieutenant Grisha." Ilyana stands, looking out the viewport at the world spinning below them. It was as red as if dipped in blood. "Lieutenant? My world- My home-"

It hurts, a pain in her chest as if her beating heart could break to pieces. Her vision shimmers when Ilyana thought there were no tears left.

"It is gone, child. There is nothing left to swim in the waters, fly in the skies, or walk on the land. Nothing bigger than bacteria, and sometimes not even that." That drops her knees to the durasteel of the deck, bowing over in pain. "But you are alive, and as long as you are alive, you can avenge - end Gerrera and every bastard that they have like him. The Empire will show you the way, Ilyana."

#pyrondi #backstory #thrawn