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hattersarts · 10 months

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gomens s2 thoughts, all spoilers!

I spent 10 hours talking to my housemate about the season after we binged the whole thing in the morning but here are the highlights and the biggest takeaways from the season.

okay i did love the ending, i love that we get the conformation of love AND going into the divorce arc next season (if they're not properly together by the end of season 3 however, i am rioting) they're slow burn and a whole season of them getting to the final 10mins was tasty.

HOWEVER. it was an extremely clunky season when it comes to writing, lots of either set ups missed OR set ups repeated 4 times that they're drilled into out heads. there was also lots of dialogue that really needed to be tightened up. the lesbians were so poorly written i thought they might have needed to be cut BUT they just needed to have more bearing on the rest of the plot AND say things like real people would say things and LITERALLY SHOW ONE SINGLE REASON WHY THEY WOULD LIKE EACH OTHER WITHIN THE FIRST EPISODE.

gabe/bulz romance was the one that should have been cut, have them do more of a oh-my-god-my-boss-sucks kind of thing, lean into them complaining about having to avert a civil war after armageddon stopped and touch on the "structural problems" the angels mention later. Have gabe/bulz be super punished for working together which puts huge fear into az and crowley about what happens if you try to team up as an angel/demon pair (but an extra reason why az takes the job at the end so he and crowley can be the same)

imo it works more if the only mirror of their romance is the HUMANS which should lean into themes to season 3 of how they need to team up with humans (re:"us vs them" line at the end of season 1) to actually achieve their happy ending.

Nina and maggies best scene was their last one telling crowley he needed to talk to az but i think that was one that needed to be cut, it would have been far more satisfying to have crowely work out it out himself that he loves az and wants to tell him (still via maggie and nina but more subtle rather than them telling him to his face AND via spending more time with az in the season)

flashbacks were all pretty good, loved the jobe one and that final "lonely" scene. the nazi one needed some trimming the most (why did all three come back to earth, it made scenes too crowed, have them fight to be a zombie)

shax was disappointing, she was kind of just incompetent the whole way through which didnt make the stakes very exciting, (that whole scene of her talking to the legion was unfunny and pointless) i wanted crowley to mentor her more like when he gave her advice in the first few meetings we saw (kind of in a very non-demonic way, not expecting anything in return) and her to then meet him on equal footing in the finale. would have been a little accidental taste for Crowley to have his good deeds come back to haunt him while showing he's different to demons.

speaking of the finale fight, that halo had NO set up, it was sick as hell but ??? the fuck did that come from. the fight should have been won by az and crowley performing another HUGE miracle together, discorporating the demons (which then would alert heaven and hell something was up in the bookshop and the final scene can happen)

az taking the job from metatron was very good, its consistent with his character where he still hasn't let go of his faith in good/god, he's only been upset by the angels running heaven and still has faith in the system while crowley has realised none of it works and it's only them together that matters. it was nice to show he still hasn't truly accepted crowley for who he is now (tho imo he knows he loves him, he just hasn't quite unrepressed himself) and him not turning down the job after crowley confesses to him shows he still thinks he can fix it. Crowley on the other hand thinks he's now lost him, az has broken he the trust he had in him, he's going to be in big depression mode

few thoughts of good directions for S3:

finally delivering on what crowley said at the end of S1 I think is the most satisfying. the final showdown should be humans Vs heaven/hell with Crowley and az on the human side, helping them win the conflict. there would be suggestions that this is actually god's ineffable plan, this is a conflict she wants to happen and the things that Crowley and az went through are what make them perfect ambassadors to help the humans.

the set up for az in S3 to finally work out he and Crowley can't work out within the unfair rules of the system and for him to abandon heaven (tho not I think, becoming a demon) is good. a sucky ending imo for season 3 is if az somehow "fixes" heaven and via bureaucracy and not via blowing it all up.

growth moments for Crowley in S3 might be having more contact with humans since he's already abandoned hell and it would put az & crowley on similar footing (as az very much loves humans already) when they decided to side with humans for a humans Vs heaven/hell conflict.

anyway, gay people

#this is all the surface stuff really #im having fun re-plotting the episodes for thr same end but tweaked to be more satisfying

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heliads · 3 months

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hiiii! I’d really like a Draco Malfoy x fem!slytherin!reader where they used to be BEST friends and started to date, but then ended up breaking up on bad terms (due to some angsty miscommunication). so it’s basically like best friends to exes to lovers but in the end it’s super fluffy and Draco’s a little simp even tho that’s lowkey ooc

'friendships end' - draco malfoy

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It’s been a long time since you’ve heard from Draco Malfoy, which is unusual. Typically, he likes to make his presence known. Yet it’s been many months since his owl sent word of his exploits, or the last time he sought you out in the Slytherin common room to explain at length the latest novelties to come his way. You used to love that, you know– the trust, the confidence in you to hear him out– but now you love the silence more, or so you tell yourself. Then again, you suppose the emptiness is your fault. After all, you’re the one who broke up with him.

You hadn’t wanted to, of course. Not really. In the heat of yet another argument, you’d convinced yourself that a breakup would be good, but in the time since then, you’ve only been spiraling into memories of what had been yours before you took it all away. You had been happier with Draco, hadn’t you? Now all you can do is second-guess yourself and wonder if you had been wrong to end the one brilliant thing that had belonged to you and no one else.

It had been inevitable that you and Draco would start dating. That’s what your other friends of Slytherin House had said, at least, when the news broke. It seemed like the entirety of Hogwarts had known within a few hours of your first date together. Gossip spreads like wildfire in a school like this, and as it turns out, more than a few of your fellow students had been expecting you two to get together for quite some time.

At first, it had seemed like yet another victory in your pocket. Draco loved you and you loved him. The two of you were the talk of the town. Stealing Draco’s heart might have been the best hat-trick you’d ever pulled off, and he might say the same thing about you. You traded scarves and stole his jackets, bought each other roses and studied side by side in the common room every night, borrowing glances when you were sure the other wasn’t looking. Every move felt like a miracle– look at this person, who loves only me. Somehow, I managed to make them fall in love with me, despite all odds and all other people, and now they’ll be mine forever.

Only– forever isn’t a true thing, not in the wizarding world, and certainly not in fast-paced Slytherin. Every day, there are new battles to be fought, more prizes to be won, and victories that can be won by one person and one person only. You and Draco stopped competing together and started fighting against each other to secure the top places. Instead of being happy for each other when you got high exam scores, it felt like more nails in your coffin. Wouldn’t he grow tired of you if you couldn’t get your grades up? And he went to bed afraid, lay up all night wondering, wouldn’t you move on if Draco couldn’t win more Quidditch games?

Regardless if the two of you actually depended that much on each other’s academic and personal successes for your love to flourish, it certainly felt that way. The other Slytherin students, which at first had welcomed your relationship with open arms, turned against you, whispering to each other like snakes whenever you passed them in the corridors. Nowhere felt safe except by each other’s side, and then not even that. You swore Draco was mocking you to Crabbe and Goyle. He thought you were bad-mouthing him to Pansy and Astoria.

And then, after weeks of rumors and indecision, it all came to a fiery head. You accused each other of not actually caring about each other and lying about what you’d done and worse things, too. When the voices were raised and the words got bad, you pulled for the last weapon you had up your sleeve and announced that you wanted to break up with him. You were assuming that Draco would recognize the move for what it was, a last-ditch attempt for him to realize that you were on fragile ground, but instead his eyes just flashed and he agreed that separation would be best for you two.

All of a sudden, it was over. Years in the making, only months in the having. The two of you have never been able to do anything but escalate a situation– grades, love, and this, now– so of course Draco would never back down from a fight. One of you always had to be better. One of you always had to have the last laugh. And now you’re both alone, forever on opposite sides of a classroom or common room, staring daggers at each other’s backs because it’s the only glimpse you’ll ever be able to catch of the person who had once sworn to love you forever.

It’s terrible because not only have you lost your love, you’ve lost your friend. You and Draco were the best of friends before you started dating, it’s why you felt confident enough to risk your heart on a Malfoy. You knew he would never hurt you because he never has, and then he did. Sitting with the broken fragments of your heart in your hands, your first instinct was to go to Draco about this, and then the truth slowly sunk in that you couldn’t, that you never could trust him with your honesty again. Draco knew every part of you, broken and bare, good and bad and ugly, and he ended things anyway. If Draco Malfoy can break your heart, then where is the proof that love could ever exist anywhere again?

Friendships end. Friendships always end. You know this to be true. Either by sudden death or slow drifting, best friends never stay that way forever. You’ll have irreconcilable differences that lead to jaded arguments, or time will intervene and you’ll stop seeing each other around, then stop making attempts to care. You’ve chosen the first end, it seems, but since when would anything with you and Draco end with a lackluster indifference? You would either pledge yourselves to each other forever or go out with enough chill to ice you both out for good. There was no world in which you could go quietly.

Perhaps this is true, perhaps it was meant to be all along that two people so ambitious and excitable as you two could never end with anything but terror, but Merlin, if you don’t hate it now. You straggle from class to class, hardly able to convince yourself to put in the effort to care about what you’re learning. You’ll lock in long enough to study for exams, and turn in halfway decent papers, of course, but your heart isn’t in it anymore.

And how could it? You have no heart. It’s gone, lost to you forever in the annex of a corridor a few turns away from the Slytherin common room, where Draco stalked away from you, unaware or perhaps not caring about the blood he tracks wherever he goes. He ripped your heart in two and washed his hands of the agony. You wish you could do the same, but every new day just reminds you of how much you wish you were with him.

Still, you move on, or you try to, at least. Draco clearly has. He hardly spares a word for you, not even a gloating reminder that he’s got the upper hand since he isn’t wallowing in self-pity on a day-to-day basis. He’s simply busy all of the time, too busy for you. You’re not so busy that you don’t notice it, and certainly not busy enough that it wouldn’t hurt.

Yes, you miss Draco, but who wouldn’t? What a time in your life. There are some people in life that you simply won’t be able to forget, and you have a feeling that Draco Malfoy is one of them. As much as you would love to push him into the past and lock him up with all the other dusty relics of times long since gone, he refuses to be barricaded with the rest of your childhood playthings and old friends.

He’s always been too ambitious for his own good, hasn’t he? And so have you. It’s what drew the two of you together in the first place, and it’s what drew you apart. You try to use that same strength to push yourself onwards and upwards, and it works for a time, but never completely. You can throw yourself back into your studies and spend your free time laughing with friends, but there will always come a time at the end of the day in which you have nothing to occupy your heedless minutes, when the gloomy thoughts come creeping back in again and you wonder– just why did you have to let him go, really?

Not even the strictest schedule in the world can free you of regret, it seems. You feel like you’re being torn apart at all seams even as you attempt to force yourself back together again. Your nerves are flighty, your senses on constant high alert, and you can’t seem to stop your eyes from scanning the room whenever someone exits or enters, just in case Draco might come in, just in case he might see you as anything but your best. You have to prove that you’re doing better than him, but you’re not sure if you can convince him of that when you can hardly convince yourself.

Days go by, blending into weeks, and then two months have come and gone and you’re no better off than you were at the start. Things with Draco are still painful, like testing a wound just to watch the stitches come undone. Every interaction with him is terrible. You run into each other in the corridors and he practically flinches with an effort to look away again. You both raise your hands to answer the same question in class and you almost sprain a muscle in your effort to quickly pull your arm down again. You and Draco approach the entrance to the common room at the same time and have to stand there, side by side, pretending you don’t notice each other at all.

It’s an awful sort of hell, having to feign indifference to the one person who used to be able to read you like a book. Maybe he still can, maybe not even time and separation can heal Draco of that great gift, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough to attempt to read between your lines anymore. Maybe he’s not faking apathy with you. Maybe he truly just doesn’t care.

Despite your tendency to think that way, your friends seem to have none of it. They keep telling you that he stares when he thinks you’re not looking, that every time some boy asks for your help on a problem in class, Draco snaps a quill or otherwise looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel from failing to keep himself in check.

You don’t have the heart to believe them. Your friends will tell you whatever they think is right to get you to smile again. You know you’ve been ruining the mood whenever you complain about Draco, but you’ve been trying to work on that, too. You’ve been trying to work on a lot. It doesn’t always go the way you plan it.

Still, when they talk like that, you can’t help but secretly listen along. You catch Draco looking one time, then again. The second time, he doesn’t look away, but keeps holding your gaze like an oath, a promise. He used to smile whenever he caught your eye in class, but this time, his gaze is more serious. It feels like life and death, and it’s only just the two of you happening to look the same way at the same time.

Everything feels charged. You cross paths and the entire corridor seems to crackle with energy. You know how this feels, you remember it from the first time around, so at this point, it isn’t a question of if you’ll make another mistake but when.

When, as it turns out, is about a week later. You’re walking back from the library, late one night when a problem set got the better of you. After finishing the work at long last, all you want to do is go back to the Slytherin common room so you can go to sleep. Halfway back, though, you run into Draco, obviously coming from a similar situation given the ink stains on his writing hand.

Usually, this is the part where one of you doubles back or otherwise hides from the other, but instead Draco looks at you, and says, “Walk with me?”

You agree before you know what you’re doing. At first, your footsteps echo in the silent halls, and then you gather up the courage to speak again. “It’s been a while since I saw you.”

Draco scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. I saw you in class this morning.”

You give him a dour look. “You know what I mean. I don’t think you’ve spoken to me on purpose since–”

Since the fight, that is. Since both of you walked out on each other. Draco looks away for a moment, and when he speaks again, the syllables are terse and clipped. “I didn’t think you wanted to talk. After all, you were the one who ended things.”

You sigh. “I didn’t want to, though. It was a stupid thing to say and we were both angry at each other. We’d had arguments before, I thought we’d talk it over in a day or two and then be fine.”

“And then we weren’t,” Draco supplies.

“And then we weren’t,” you repeat listlessly. A moment later, you can’t help but add on somewhat desperately, “Where did we go wrong, Draco? What happened to us?”

Draco’s gaze is bleak and painful. “I don’t know. I’ve tried thinking it over loads of times. I thought you liked me.”

“I did,” you insist. Then, quieter: “I do.”

He risks a quick glance your way. “Still?”

You don’t dare look at him outright. He’s always been an expert at calling your bluff, anyway. You reckon he doesn’t need to hold your gaze to know when you’re telling the truth. “Always. I never thought you’d leave me, Draco. I didn’t know what to do without you. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t.”

“Neither could I,” he reveals. “Every time I saw some bloke flirting with you, I wanted to hex him. Worst part was, I couldn’t admit to being angry because I wasn’t supposed to be jealous.”

“You were jealous over someone asking me for help on the homework?” You ask, a quiet laugh rising to your lips.

“They weren’t just interested in the homework,” Draco insists, although his irritation starts to fade when you laugh outright.

“Alright, then. Let’s say you did have something to be jealous about. Would that mean that you– that you wanted–”

“It means that I want you, Y/N,” Draco says, quickly stepping in front of you so you’re forced to stop walking and look directly at him. “I want you back. I want us back. What do you say?”

He’s close, so close. He hasn’t been this close since an empty room and a furious argument. This time, though, you’re not unhappy. Far from it.

“I say yes,” you tell him, and the words have hardly left your lips before he leans forward and kisses you.

You’ve had many victories over your time at Hogwarts. You’ve aced exams, you’ve done well in competitions, you’ve won the boy you loved, twice. This kiss feels like the best of them all.

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whatsmymeme · 11 months

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Last Minute Date

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is the little sister of Bradley and Bradley wants to go on a double date with her. Bradley set it up, but last minute, the guy dropped out and Bradley had the date already paid for and planned. His last choice? Jake Seresin. I LOVE YOU WRITING BYE

Warning(s): None

Authors Note: Thank you! I love you! You're so creative too. I love this prompt! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1K

"UNO!"

Everyone burst out into loud groans of disappointment. This was the third round in a row that you were going to win. As you held your card up with a malicious smirk, your eyes met with your friend sitting right across from you. Jake Seresin. He narrowed his bold green eyes at you, a small smile gradually growing across his face.

When his turn came around, he put down a color card. "Green and Uno."

The next player put down a skip card, which meant it was your turn again. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Everyone cheered as you leaned forward and picked up another card. The others took their turn and once it was on Jake again, he offered you a little wink.

"This one is for you [Y/N]," Jake teased, putting down his final green Uno card. Everyone started clapping. You couldn't help but smile at everyone's reaction. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Everyone started saying good game to each other. In the midst of chatting with everyone, you were tapped on the shoulder by your older brother, Bradley. He asked if you could talk to him. You excused yourself and went into a separate room with him. Bradley closed the door and turned around to face you.

"So...You know how we were supposed to go on a double date tonight?" Bradley asked, slowly walking up to you. You raised an eyebrow. "Well, Charlotte can make it with me but...Damon just texted me and informed me that he won't be able to make it."

"What?!" You exclaimed. You shook your head, clearly upset. "I was really lookin' forward to going with Damon."

"The worst part is that I already have the movie tickets paid for and dinner paid for," Bradley claimed, running his hands through his silky brown hair. "Table for four and also the last four seats in the movie theater for that movie. It was an actual miracle I got those seats."

"Wow," You exhaled. "It seems that I need someone to go with me in about..."

"Five minutes."

"Five minutes?!" You gasped. "Who in the world-"

"Jake Seresin," Bradley interrupted, taking you by surprise. You cleared your throat and glared at him with the "Come again?" facial expression. "Look, hear me out, everyone here already has plans for the rest of the night. I'm pretty sure Jake doesn't. We're desperate. Please."

"You're desperate," You corrected, receiving an eye roll from Bradley. "I'm not goin' out with that brown-nosing, flirtatious little-"

"I'll tell Pete about what really happened at the party that one night," Bradley interjected, making you immediately reconsider. "You wouldn't want Pete to know that now would you?"

"It's always with the blackmail," You sighed. "Whatever. I'll go with Jake."

Bradley cheered and pulled you in to lay a big kiss on the top of your head. You grunted uncomfortably and pushed him off you, but that only won you a headlock from him. Growing up, you and Bradley got into more physical fights rather than verbal fights, but that's just how you two showed your love for each other.

It also helped you two bond and become stronger together.

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"I heard the best friend dies at the end of this movie," Jake whispered. You inhaled deeply, trying not to lash out at him. "I'm just sayin' if the best friend dies...I called it."

Dinner was good. Well, the food was. You and Jake had completely different personalities and it was difficult to try to find common ground. It has been that way with him the entire time you've known him. It was hard, but you've dealt with worse people than him. Jake at least treats you kindly. Well, when he's in the mood to.

"The movie should start soon, so we should find out-"

You paused as you noticed a familiar face enter the movie theater. You audibly gasped and Jake snapped his head around to see who you were looking at. He just saw a man and a woman hand in hand with each other. You grumbled some unkind words as you shrunk down in your chair. Jake turned his attention back to you.

"What? Bitter about how you're not in a relationship?"

"Oh shut up," You groaned, throwing your hands over your face. You were on the edge of leaving. You dragged your hands down your face and glared coldly at Jake. "The man you just saw holding that woman's hand was the man who's supposed to be in your seat."

Jake noticed the hurt within your eyes, causing his heart to soften. "Oh, that troll was Damon? Sheesh. Ten bucks she rejects his kiss at the end of the night."

"Thanks Jake..." You softly spoke, lowering your eyes. "I just don't understand why he would say that he couldn't make it when clearly, he could have."

"His loss," Jake stated with a small shrug. "He doesn't have very good taste in women."

"What are you talking about? His date is gorgeous."

"She's not you [Y/N]," Jake declared, making your heart skip a beat. Was he being serious? "And you're beautiful inside and out."

You couldn't believe it. Jake not only complimented you, but he called you beautiful. You were a little confused, but you were secretly into it.

"Also, I was joking about the best friend dying thing earlier," Jake apologized. "I just wanted to see your reaction. I like teasing you."

"Yeah, I know you do," You chuckled. "But tonight, I'm going to allow it."

"Can I ask if you can allow one more thing?" Jake asked softly. "Would you allow me to kiss you at the end of the movie?"

You immediately felt your face increase in heat. Did Jake literally ask if he could kiss you? Your eyes caught Damon who was already making out with his date in his seat. You smirked and returned your attention to Jake.

"Why wait?"

Jake bit down on his lip, his beautiful green eyes fixated on your lips. You closed your eyes as you watched Jake lean in. The moment your lips collided, the lights turned all the way off and the movie started. You thought it was going to be a simple kiss, but Jake continued to kiss you, so you followed his lead.

In the end, you both smiled at each other. He wasn't that bad of a kisser.

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frostbitebakery · 4 months

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If you are still doing the wip titles game thing I would be interested in seeing what "The Commander Is Alright" is (The Commander isn't alright, is he?)

Something is going on with Obi-Wan’s Commander. He’s competent, incredibly so. He’s the rock many of the clones lean on. He’s dependable, caring. Brave. Always calculating the odds, and his laugh warms Obi-Wan’s soul.

He’s kind. He’s expecting the best and inspires the best. And he’s lonely.

When they met, Commander Cody’s light in the Force was almost blinding, so Obi-Wan had closed his eyes and soaked up the warmth.

Still, he tends to keep away from others. He’s never taken off his helmet in Obi-Wan’s presence. Even when they’re alone and griping over after-action reports and requisition forms.

Perhaps Obi-Wan hasn’t earned his trust yet. Which, going into the second year of the war, is no small hurt. But Obi-Wan respects the decisions and boundaries of others. And yet, the light his Commander emits is almost too bright. Bright enough to not see what’s behind it.

So, what happened, unofficially, was a training accident that landed Cody in a coma just before Geonosis. The mad scrambling to cover it up, to start a clone generations-spanning conspiracy within the medical branch to keep him hidden and alive.

Commander Cody, officially, finished his CC training with the highest marks, fulfilling the expectations placed on him. He was tracked to join General Windu in the war but Alpha 17’s injuries changed that course.

“You need to be careful,” 17 had advised him while holding his slack hand in broad palms. “He’s observant and clever. They all are. You need to be your best and he will look away whenever you need him to. He’s a good man, and, in this, you need to take advantage of that.”

The hollow armor in the corner straightened up, saluted sharply. “Understood, sir.”

It had been a miracle, or maybe Cody is just Force-sensitive enough to pull miracles like this out of his ass. Instead of enjoying the vacation a coma provided, he possessed his own armor and faked having a body while his batch, his siblings, his friends in the medic branch got in on the hoax.

“We keep your body alive and figure out how to wake you up. You win the war.”

That had been the deal Alpha 17 had laid out for him.

Cody thinks, sometimes, he’s got the easier end. He’s a strategist. He’s a hardass. He gives everything to keep as many of them alive as possible.

He just hasn’t expected General Kenobi to crawl under his metaphorical skin. Maybe he actually can share this secret with him.

The culmination of all that is a happy end with the chips being discovered, Palps having an unfortunate yet hilarious interaction with a bullet, and:

Armor pieces clatter to the ground, one by one. They don’t distract from Cody’s brilliant, transparent smile, from the cheeky, perfect salute. “It’s been an honor fighting this war by your side, sir.”

Obi-Wan grins back. They survived, they won. Many a difficult task lie ahead of all of them. But they’re here to do them. He bows, deep and respectful as Cody deserves. “The honor is all mine, Commander.” The last piece, one of the vambraces, hits the ground, leaving the blue hue of Cody’s appearance behind. “Time to bring you home, Cody,” Obi-Wan promises.

#codywan #commander cody #the commander is alright #my wips

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then-be-a-warrior · 2 years

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Now that Annie quit being in The Seven, there's literally nothing stopping Homelander from killing Hughie. Hughie is the one human Homelander genuinely wants to kill.

He doesn't even want to kill Butcher. If he wanted Butcher dead, he would've killed him at the end of season 2. Or when they were alone and talking at the beginning of season 3. Homelander just likes winning against Butcher.

But Hughie? He murdered Translucent. That alone means it's a miracle Homelander hasn't killed him yet. Not to mention that it's been confirmed that, if Hughie didn't join the fight in Herogasm, Homelander would've won. (I forget where I read this at but if someone can find the source that'd be amazing)

I feel like from this point on, if we get a scene where Hughie is alone with Homelander, I'm actually fearing for Hughie's life.

#the boys #the boys amazon #hughie campbell #jack quaid #Homelander #antony starr #annie january #starlight #erin moriarty #billy butcher #butcher #karl urban

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12boogaloo · 4 months

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

~•~

So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

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Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

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That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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laughing-with-god · 3 months

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How would victor jungkook be ?

in terms of what? like yandere or his story?

well, my original plan was that Victor's revenge would be the sequel to Quarter Quell once JK won it and he'd join the other victors. However, I used Taehyung in QQ so it wouldn't make sense if he was also in VR lol. Ofc, i can prob do a rewrite and just replace taehyung in QQ, but idk.

either way, here are some random headcanons for how I picture jk as a Victor

thinks some of the other victors only won on a technicality and doesn't mind making passive-aggressive comments about it

does NOT like being associated with Jin or Jimin's weak asses, thinks they're sneaky little shits who had to rely on tricks bc they would lose in a physical fight

he's very popular as a victor. tbh i think he's the only one who rivals jimin's popularity. the capitol love how bloodthirsty he is. while jimin mainly has female fans, jungkook has a good mix of both since men want to be like JK, and obvi women find him hot

I think he'd do a lot of tv shows and interviews. he knows people value his input for games so I can see him offering his insight on current tributes. remember the scoring system for how tributes would get rated? i can see him being asked to be on the team that assess those.

as a mentor, I think he'd be the type to pick a favorite and only really focus on that kid. he doesn't care if it's heartless, he's not wasting his time on a lost cause just to make them feel better.

I can see him looking at the other kid like "you might as well live it up while you can, you probably aren't gonna make it past the bloodbath."

if by some miracle that kid did survive and win, JK would be like ".....damn, guess I owe you a drink. my bad. welcome to victor's row tho :)"

as a mentor, he will tell his kids to just stick to the career alliance. if for some reason a kid from 2 wanted to align themselves with someone whose not a career, JK would just be like "ur on your own w that" bc ain't no way he's gonna attempt to talk to non career victors who prob hate him

I think he's another victor who splits his time pretty evenly between the capitol and his home district.

does not have to sell his body or anything because he is a capitol fav, but I do think he'll make shitty comments towards jimin

"Hi whore- I mean, Jimin"

yeah those two hate each other lol^^

doesn't really have any triggers or trauma from his games.

if anything he looks back at it with fond memories, which kinda freak the rest of the victors out

I don't think he has any victor friends

thinks jin and jimin are weak, namjoon is too clever for his own good, yoongi is annoying, hoseok is ungrateful and tae is just there...

I think yoongi is the only one who outright tried fighting jk once in a drugged up rage

jk prob made a comment about a tribute from 6.

"I bet if we put morphling in the cornucopia she would've actually survived the bloodbath. all kids from six are just addicts."

yeah yoongi tried punching him for that and Jk wiped the floor with him, namjoon had to get involved

I don't know how he'd spend his winnings tbh. I don't see him being really into anything other than weapons.

As a yandere, i think he'd try really hard to market you guys as the ideal victor couple

he'd def talk anout marrying you and having other victor babies in interviews n shit

"when it comes time for Yn and I to train our kids for the games-"

it's an open secret that the capitol just let JK have you lol

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annabelle-creart · 1 month

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Headcanon scars (it seems that draw till 12 or 1 am will be my passion)

Bot scars are just a little different from human scars, each one has it’s reason and way of be.

Chase and Boulder have scars that look like cracks because these are scars that weren’t treated in time and now are practically irreparably, but Boulder’s is darker because his cure methods were… well… if Blades knew about it he would injure them again (by the way the scar is, Blades knows is weird but don’t know how weird)

Chase’s is lighter cause he actually get more care for it, if you ask him how they get that scars, Chase would say that he is not sure and one day his big brother saw it and take care of it in the act (it was at first to little to see and Chase thought he was exaggerating (grandmas bad influence)), and that’s actually true. If you ask Boulder how they get their scars they would say it was an accident with a door or some stairs, depending the person, that’s not true, it was actually a true fight when he was younger, Boulder won.

Blades’ scar looks more like a human scar because he, as a only and protected child, and as a medic always asked someone to help him with it or just take care of it himself, his scar is how a completely cure wound is supposed to look, if you ask her how did she get it Blades would say it was on a match with some academy friends, that’s true.

Heatwave’s scars are not normal, those are burn scars that got treated by a miracle (or as I would say in my first language, ‘se las curaron de chiripazo’), when Heatwave came to job he started painting them but after a time it was difficult to get some good paint at a lower price (I sincerely don’t think Heatwave had a good salary back on Cybertron), so he just learned to live with them, even if he couldn’t look at them without getting thoughtful, if you ask him how he get them he will say that it was in a rescue, technically it’s true, but if we count details, it is not, and unfortunately, talk about it makes his head fly out of him. I just say that if you read my headcanon list, you should probably know of what I’m talking about…

Whatever, enjoy my angst, I’m going to sleep (or draw more, what I like more in the next 10 minutes), good night

#Life Of Rescue Bots Au #rescue bots #for you #art #artists on tumblr #illustration #oc artwork #transformers #for your page #ocart #sketch

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zoe-oneesama · 2 years

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So, independant of the quality of the actual villain used- do you have a favorite PLAN, of Hawkmoth's, for obtaining the Miraculous?

I think the only time I was ACTUALLY impressed by him was Heroes Day - using an akuma to boost his own abilities in turn was smart, using Volpina to create an illusion that put all of Paris in distress ahead of time was smart, and making use of certain Scarlet akumas that continue spreading negative emotions was smart. I mean shoot, he took out Ladybug's entire team.

Of course he didn't factor the actual citizens of Paris getting in his way, but considering they've very rarely if EVER at this point have interfered in a normal akuma fight (except giving away the heroes' positions) I can't even fully blame him for that one.

But he only got away in Heroes Day because Mayura stepped in to save his butt at her own expense, so it's also the closest to losing. Even at his best he nearly lost.

His other plans don't impress me because he loses sight of the small victories he could've made because he's hell bent on his main goal. He HAD the miraculous box in Miracle Queen, if he just took it back when Chloe was deakumatized instead of letting her try as Queen Bee and being more focused on Fu, he wouldn't have needed a whole season to get the box back. Then they want me to think Optigami is a threat when it's 14 episodes into Season 4 before he makes use of his knowledge of the heroes identities.

Or his other plans, like in "Ladybug", when he intended to akumatize Marinette and do his Scarlet Akuma thing again, he abandons this plan because Nathalie has a sick fit - and then abandons when he has Chat Noir in his grasp for Mayura later. If you're not going to commit, then you need to stop, sir.

Even Sentibubbler, which was the first time since Heroes Day that I thought he had a decent plan (though mostly through the happenstance that he had unknowingly captured Ladybug as Marinette), he would've lost EVERYTHING if Pennybug went for his Miraculous instead of Sentibubbler's amok! That's not brilliance on his part, that's the writer's stretching things out.

There's a reason we laugh at him for being dumb. Because if he was smart, he would've won in any of the several times he had victory in his grasp. Like in "Lady Wifi". Or "Copycat". Or "Princess Fragrance". Or "Troublemaker". Or "Zombizou". Or "Despair Bear". Or "Mega Leech". Or "Silencer". Or "Antibug". Or "Dark Cupid". Or "Puppeteer". Or "Pixelator".

You know, all those times his akumas had Ladybug or Chat Noir pinned or under their DIRECT CONTROL?!

#ml salt #gabriel salt #my opinion

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genshinology · 2 years

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LOVE ON THIN ICE. childe

anonymous said : Hi hi! Congrats on getting 800 followers!! For the event, how about "love on thin ice"?

content; ice hockey player!childe x gn!reader, modern au, sports au, fake dating au, college au, friends to lovers au and fluff, mentions of cheating and childe's real name, and kissing. wc; 1.4k

☆ — a part of my 800 followers event ✧ and happy birthday, tartaglia!!

"if you want this, us, to work—" childe furrowed his eyebrows, and you on the other hand, noted that he often did this only when under immense pressure. fake dating was a tiring thing to keep up, especially when childe's teammates started to notice how awkward you guys were when accidental physical touches occurred around you, "—kiss me everytime we won a game."

you almost choked out on the tea you were having at the cafeteria, "huh?"

"it would slowly come off natural if you can pretend to be excited for me," childe sighed. deciding to cut the chase, he put his palms underneath his gorgeous face, "i know our games aren't really your thing, but the bare minimum we can do for people around us to believe is for you to running excitedly into my arms, and me, maybe, lifting you up so that you can cup my whole face and kiss me. in front of the whole arena."

"you hate pda, and as the considerate boyfriend that i am, this would be the only one time we should prove to them," he sent you a smile, and chuckled when the red shades on your face were starting to form at the idea.

fake dating childe was a whole new experience for you, but god damn he was an amazing one at that. no one told him to be a perfect pretend boyfriend for your sake, but here he was, once brought a punch to your ex's face when you came back crying, standing up for you as if he was meant to fight anyone who talked bad about you, and casually came knocking on your door every weekend as if it was his routine to check up on you, or, to spend his time with you.

there was no way you fell for him, of course not. you wanted to make your ex felt devastated cheating on you with all these fake dates and flirting you did with childe, and childe wanted to show you to his family and teucer as his fake partner since they wanted him to find the one.

before, you weren't a fan of pda, or surprises, because you never did all of them with your ex, but fake dating childe made you craved that you did want everyone to know you were his. and the casual surprises he did on you when you were out with your friends—for an instance, he suddenly showed up out of nowhere, introduced himself as the boyfriend, giving you your favourite ice cream, all while ignoring the visible shock your friends gave and hugged you tightly, said that you should have a date with him after that since it wasn't fair for him to miss you—ended up with you looking forward to his little banters.

was it normal to feel this kind of way? even though all of it was fake to begin with? you didn't really know. but the thought of kissing childe was making you nervous for some reasons, it would turn out to be the first kiss you'd ever shared, you gulped.

after spending some time rolling on your bed yesterday, you realised that you needed to get away from him before he knew what he did to you. knowing childe, you knew it would fuel his ego even more if he ever knew how much he affected you now and this fake act.

if someone told you months ago that you would actually enjoy the weekly hockey games, you would laugh them off.

yet, here you were.

screaming your lungs off, cheering for your college team, sighing when the opponents got another point, jumping around the seats when childe's team won a point.

this time around, the match was pretty intense. whenever his team took the lead, the opposing team would catch up with their score.

"ajax!" you thought you might burst your lungs. you never ever reached the highest pitch of your own vocal range, hyping the game as it went on, "land the final blow!"

it was a miracle, despite how noisy the whole arena was, child did hear you amidst the crowd. he lost his focus when he saw you, and you panicked when someone from behind was about to hit him and get the puck from childe.

he regained his consciousness, aware of his surroundings when your eyes gave him what he needed; the spirit to continue. time was running out, and he was the team's current final hope and ace for reasons.

he should make you proud, he thought.

the ginger skated gracefully across the rink, ultimately prevented himself from getting body check by the one behind him.

then, he heard it again. ajax.

something about you made him determined to end this for good, as he charged forward, made the shot for it with all his might, whilst the goaltender seemed to be in shock at how fast childe's attack was.

maybe it was the goaltender's fault for blinking, but then the whole crowd that went silent throughout the last minutes was jumping, and the joyful sounds were coming from your college, and the final whistle went off.

childe's team had won.

he quickly removed his helmet, and his teammates ran towards him. as the scene unfolded in front of you, you clapped your hands excitedly, you were proud of him. the way he hugged his teammates back with the widest smile you had ever seen made you unknowingly jumped off from the crowd seats, instantly made a beeline, passing through the boards when childe finally stepped outside of the rink, his skates were already off of his feet.

he saw you, the sweaty beads on his forehead as he pushed the strands back to clearly see you running at him made his smile widened even more, and you were happy for him, as well as flustered at how good he looked after all of those crazy acts he put up beforehand.

"hey, look, i'm just joking around about you kissing me if we do win. and if you are uncomfortable with it, then don't force yourself—

you didn't care. you didn't care even the slightest. something inside your mind screamed for you to make it real. to kiss him for real.

and then you ignored the stares from his teammates, leaping forward as childe quickly caught on your waist, the look on his face confirmed that you did want him, although you had already reminded childe beforehand that you didn't think you could do it.

childe was caught off guard, yes, but it was insane how fast his reflexes were to not make your feet touched the ground anymore, but instead holding his jersey dearly that made him melted at the sight.

it was proven that you already had faith in him.

"no, really, if you don't want to, then it's fine—

"shut up," you surged forward without any warnings, the sudden kiss made childe widened his eyes, but smiled nonetheless at how eager you were to kiss him, "god, i am so proud of you," you breathlessly said.

you took his breath away, and this was exactly how childe envisioned it to be, but even better.

you, being lifted by him in his arms, your waist fit perfectly around them. the small hand on his neck and the other fisting his jersey for you to kiss him even more.

the soft contact of his lips brought you to an epiphany, that you wanted all of these to be real, not just another fake act to the innocent witnesses around you.

your lips brushed his. soft, delicate, like butterfly wings. just long enough that he could inhale your breath, felt the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your lips still lingered on his far after you had gone to steady yourself.

he pulled you closer again, giggling through the kiss and hummed when you didn't seem to stop sooner. it was more than he wanted. it was perfect.

so when you almost gasping for another rush of air for your lungs, childe finally put you back on your feet.

his hold still didn't loosen up, "that didn't feel half bad. you're not a bad kisser, i must say."

you almost shying away when you realised how bad you wanted to feel him against your lips, and even though childe was still drenched in sweats, you hid your face against his chest, simultaneously felt the fast beating of his heart.

"let's go on a date after this," he gave you a cheeky peck on your lips once more, and you swore that he would definitely be the death of you one day.

yes, you were an ordinary student with nothing extraordinary, but it just happened that you had the best fake boyfriend in the world.

#🍁.800;event #☆.works #childe x reader #childe x you #childe fluff #childe imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin imagines

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mondothebombo · 9 months

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so i’m suffering from some serious writer’s block but the next chapter of when you think you’re all alone is so close to being finished.

and since i’ve kept you all waiting more than long enough, please enjoy a snippet from the next chapter to tie you over while i force myself to finish it :)

(btw this is just a portion of the next chapter, not where it actually picks up)

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Epilogue Part One… Repercussions (Snippet)

Before the pirates made his fights even more unfair than they already were, Jay was able to somewhat defend himself in the beginning.

Sure, he never actually won, but he could at least hold his own.

It didn’t happen often, but on days Jay had even just some of his strength, (these days were few and far in between), he could fight back.

And when he did, he learned pretty quickly that he had to fight dirty.

Not like a ninja.

Like a pirate.

And pirates don’t care about honor, or dignity, or treating your opponent with respect, or any of the values and morals Sensei Wu had taught him.

No, the only things that mattered to them were winning and how much of the loser’s blood the winner could spill in the process.

(Jay lost a lot of blood on the ship, it’s a miracle he survived, really.)

The point being, Jay learned to fight dirty, to go straight for where his opponent was vulnerable.

He had to, to survive there.

He guesses that technique he was forced to adapt is just as hard to forget as everything else.

At least, that’s what he’s telling himself to feel better about what he did to Lloyd.

#ninjago #my fic #ns6 #ninjago skybound #when you think you’re all alone #mondo’s fic #istg i have like three more sections to write #i promise #also the epilogue got pushed to three chapters because the next one was getting too long asdfgh

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aotopmha · 10 days

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Out of all of the elements of Ultima Thule, I feel like the tribes are the least talked about.

I think with fairly good reason – at its core Ultima Thule is about the journeys our main cast has been on.

But I love them just as much because they bring together some very long-standing threads.

In essence all three tribes had their reasons for succumbing to despair:

The dragons were broken by the suffering brought upon them and their planet by the Omicrons. Their despair came from war and oppression.

The singular purpose of the Ea was to seek more knowledge, but they learned time is finite, so to them, what they pursued became meaningless. Their despair came from their work not being eternal.

The Omicrons pursued their wish to become powerful because they were weak once. Their despair came from becoming so powerful, they had no equal.

The Ea are the new group here, serving as parallels to Y'Shtola and Urianger, and they're actually the odd one out here, having no prior history to Ultima Thule, so I'm going to mostly focus on the dragons and the Omicrons.

But to sum it up, Y'Shtola's answer to the Ea is simple: despite time being finite, any truths learned can be seen from different angles and people can reach their own conclusions about them.

For example, even if everything disappears one day, and new knowledge is finite just as the universe, as long as we exist, the knowledge we have has meaning and value to those who come after us.

It's the time we do have left that matters.

Or perhaps even if knowledge and time are finite, a pursuit to extend the life of the universe could be possible.

Or perhaps, if knowledge is finite, we could find happiness in some other pursuit.

The Ea, along with all of the other tribes and Meteion herself, see their perspective as absolute. And in a neat way, this also extends to Hermes.

Along with having very specific beliefs, they've been effected by what they've gone through so strongly, they can't see any other way of looking at their situation and thus no new purpose to find.

In that sense, Y'Shtola's answer leans on what I think is probably the best part of her character: getting straight to the point when it matters.

But the Omicrons and the dragons are the true cool part to me.

Midgardsomr's connection with Hydaelyn and his respect for her has been established since he was introduced, we just never went into detail with it.

And this explains it all: so much of the universe is dead and Midgardsomr saw that emptiness during his journey to Etheirys.

We will probably find life in the cosmic exploration content in Dawntrail, but Etheirys will remain special because of the strength and concentration of it.

Life is a miracle, so it must be protected.

So, Estinien's answer comes down to self-pity not saving anyone. There will always be conflict and more often than not peace will be won with fighting.

And Midgardsomr is proof that however difficult the path to it, resillience will lead to true survival and happiness.

It's bringing together the Midgardsomr plot thread, which has existed since A Realm Reborn, Heavensward and Endwalker itself in one swoop. I love it.

I think I love the Omicrons the most, though because their section gives so much more meaning to an entire raid series.

And I think this is one part of the story that absolutely was planned out.

What Omega says when Alpha is running across space is super specific. It's the mention of Ser that gets me every time because first time through the most you get from that section is that it's a log of Omega's own journey to Etheirys.

But when you add everything together, it gets layers.

To me Alpha has always represented Omega's own soul along with how he views feelings.

Something pointless to ultimately be discarded because it "serves no purpose", but because it is a source of strength, he wants to logic it out.

His testing, and the soul that Alpha represents became so cool to me – essentially Omega, for the first time, had his perspective as an omicron challenged when Alpha wasn't rejected by anyone else and valued for his participation.

The final boss of Omega having the WoL's theme in it was always super cool, but it is even cooler to realise how they're foils knowing what dynamis represents and how we can use it.

It's the most literal logic vs feelings fight ever thematically.

And in the Ultimate he finally stops disregarding Alpha, instead joining his strength with his.

And equally, G'raha's answer to Sir leans on this. If you have no purpose, you can always try look for a new one because you change every single moment you live and never stop.

So the Omicrons can look for purpose beyond war.

And the "waste of time" that is everything else, perhaps isn't a waste, but simply part of a more fulfilling life.

And to once again, bring it all together with Endwalker, I think they also represent a potential endpoint for the Garleans and a parallel to the Allagans.

All a source of pointless, wanton destruction because of a single-minded pursuit of power.

And ultimately left without purpose.

There is actually another strong perspective within UT.

Meteion's.

The key part with her is that by taking all of these negative feelings into herself, along with finding dead worlds by themselves, she also unintentionally doomed some of them.

So along with fearing to disappoint Hermes and facing all of those negative feelings from the different worlds, she also has massive amounts of guilt built up within, so her journey is a neverending cycle that keeps hurting her and the worlds around her.

And it all began with her basically having no choice on the matter because of her nature and Hermes pushing her into it all despite knowing and feeling how wrong it was.

I think she's probably the most tragic of the characters because she is in the most literal sense an empath child.

Ultima Thule is just so wonderfully thematically substantial to me. It ties together the general main cast and themes of all expansions with strongly-defined perspectives for all of them.

I say those who wanted everyone to die at the end of this can suck it.

Absolutely would be a betrayal considering the thematic focus of finding purpose and happiness after much pain.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #FFXIV #FF14 #FF #Final Fantasy #Endwalker #EW

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kanerallels · 1 month

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It is honestly a miracle I managed to figure something out for today's Spring Fling prompt from @monthly-challenge: sports. Sports are not my thing lol HOWEVER I HAD A FUN IDEA for what was actually my first Wingfeather saga fic. Hope y'all enjoy!!

The sun was shining on the isle of Annieria. Fluffy white clouds drifted across the sky, sent on their way by the spring breeze. Far below sat the Shining Isle itself, mounted by the majestic shape of Castle Rysen, which sat on a green hill.

The grass swept down from the foot of the castle, covering the wide green that led up to the nearby road. And, running across the grass like their lives depended on it, were two boys.

They’d been there for hours already— first, playing a game of zibzy with some of the other children of the village. But when they’d had to go home, the two boys had lingered. They were, at the moment, playing a simplified version of a Green Hollows game known as “Get The Boot”, although in this situation it was a zibzy ball, not a boot. To anyone passing by, it would look strangely like the two boys were taking turns full on tackling each other and wrestling for control of the ball.

Which may have been true. But Esben wasn’t about to complain.

It was a beautiful spring day. The kind where it was a crime to stay inside for too long. He and Artham, his brother, had been so fidgety during their T.H.A.G.S lessons, that their mother, Nala, had eventually given up and sent them outside. She had told them, in no uncertain terms, not to come inside until they’d finally calmed down a little.

It had been three hours, and Esben was tired— but it was the good kind of tired, from defeating your friends at zibzy and wrestling with your brother while the sun warmed you overhead. Finally, he yanked the ball free from Artham’s grasp, rolled away, and flopped onto his back with a cry. “Ha! I win!”

Artham dropped down next to him, breathing hard and grinning. “I can still take it from you, though.”

“Nope. Game’s over and I won,” Esben told him.

“Says who?”

“Me. I’m gonna be the High King someday, remember?”

Artham scoffed good naturedly. “Doesn’t mean I can’t pummel you.”

Closing his eyes, Esben took in a deep breath, enjoying the sunlight on his face. Spring was the best time of year to him— when things were fresh and new and bright. And it led into summer, when the heat was such that their mother was forced to let them take a break from T.H.A.G.S to let them plunge into the ocean and cool off.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of what the Throne Warden is supposed to do,” he pointed out to his brother, who grinned.

“Fair enough. You win this time.”

That was Artham— always willing to make peace between the two of them, even if he’d fight anyone else to the last breath. “Good,” Esben said, sitting up. “As the winner, I declare we should take out the boat now.”

“Now? What about dinner?”

Rolling his eyes, Esben said, “What about dinner? What about being out on the sea right now? Look at the sky, Artham! It’s perfect for a sail.”

Artham shook his head, a smile curling the corner of his mouth. “Fine.” Getting to his feet with a groan, he offered Esben a hand. “I’m with you, obviously.”

Grabbing his hand, Esben let his older brother pull him to his feet. “You always are,” he said. “Let’s go!”

And with that, the Throne Warden and the future High King took off across the grass, heading down towards the sea waiting for them below.

#the wingfeather saga #esben wingfeather #artham wingfeather #springfling2024 #writing stories is a kind of magic too #and that concludes my wingfeather saga fics #i am REALLY hecking proud of them not gonna lie #(i might write more another time? but who knows. i do not control the brain)

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maochira · 1 year

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Good day! Can I ask you please for headcanons (Neo Egoist League assistants event) about spending time with Manshine city?

Ahh yeah the only team I haven't written for in this series until now!!! Kinda a shame ngl,, also first time I include Keisuke (the older Wanima brother) in something so I'm excited!!

Requests open! - NEL assistants masterlist

Spending time with the Manshine City team!

Tags: gn!reader, just some silly goofy general headcanons, I got self-indulgent about Keisuke whoops, playing Monopoly with them is inspired by that one "I want to see him play Monopoly" (or something along those lines) post about Reo I'm sorry I don't remember who posted that

Series synopsis: You, Claire (@deerangle3) and Mao (me) are assistants in the Neo Egoist League

-the first person you became friends with was Chigiri! In the meantime, Mao somehow became friends with Keisuke in the span of two days

-so at first, you, Claire and Mao just spend time with those Chigiri and Keisuke. Kind of an odd combo, but it took until after the Manshine City vs Bastard München match until Reo and Nagi reunited and you managed to win their friendship as well

-with some miracle, Mao can translate whatever Keisuke wants to say, similarly like his brother always did. She's not as good at it, though

-actually, everyone questions how she became friends with him ad how she understands him as well??? Especially Claire is confused about it (she also makes fun of him for his eyebrows a lot)

-Nagi is the one who asks for the most assistance. A lot of times it's very minor things he could do in the span of a few minutes by himself. But it's Nagi we're talking about. He's lazy and hey, you're an assistant so that's what you're there for, right?

-Chigiri asks for assistance rather rarely, even in situations when he would need you. He just knows Nagi always gives you some extra tasks, so Chigiri doesn't want to bother you

-it started more as a joke, but one time, Chigiri joked about needing your help with brushing his hair. Despite him not meaning it seriously, you still did it and now he loves it whenever you do. He also loves it if you style his hair!

-spending time with the team often doesn't only include the players, but also Chris a lot of the time. He doesn't care about anything becoming "unprofessional", he just wants a good time with you and the players. Totally acts like a dad as well

-like sometimes, you're hanging out with the players and Chris catches you at it, then he goes "WITHOUT ME???" and joins without asking

-one night, you play Monopoly together. Because you're 8 people you play in four teams of two (you + Chigiri, Mao + Keisuke, Reo + Nagi, Chris + Claire)

-big mistake. BIG MISTAKE. It turned competitive EXTREMELY fast and even a fight between Reo and Chris started. You had to intervene because they were about to yell at each other when Chris thought Reo cheated

-in the meantime, Nagi just sat there and watched. He almost fell asleep most of the time

-there was no winner (although, both Chris and Reo are convinced their teams won) because you had to end the game earlier to avoid more arguments

-luckily, that bit of fighting didn't cause any more damage, but that's how you learned boardgames are a big no because apparently, in Blue Lock even that can become as serious as this

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ozarlu-seda · 11 months

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One thing I think the Jedi vs Anakin blames camps of the Anakin falling camp don't seem to recognize is that combating a grooming effort as zealous and concerted as Palpatine's requires in and of itself a zealous and concerted effort. It cannot be done by accident. Neither the Jedi nor Anakin could have beaten it without at minimum recognizing that its happening and then planning on how to break Anakin out from it.

People like to trade bits of anecdotes and cannon evidence of instances where Anakin had openings to see things or the Jedi played into Sidious' game like aha moments, but they are all ultimately meaningless because an spattering of uncoordinated singular instances of relief will not break the hold of someone as keen to hold onto Anakin as Palpatine was, who was also so good at manipuation. It's just an unfair expectation to place on either party (Anakin or the Jedi).

The Jedi, even if they didn't slip up the ways they did in canon could still have slipped up in other ways that Palpatine would've exploited, because they did not know the abuse was happening and couldn't guard specifically against it. Deprogramming Anakin from Palpatine would have required them to again, at minimum coordinate a plan to do so because anything less and they would've been outgamed.

Same with Anakin. He already started out with limited emotional intelligence, but then to add that onto his limited political acumen and what looks like limited language and tools for fighting abuse specifically? He didn't stand a chance. Anything he could've learned from the Jedi on this matter very obviously paled in comparison to the absolute Armada of control strategies Palpatine flung at him. He literally could not have won without specifically reaching out to get support for breaking from Palpatine's control specifically.

It's true that abuse victims break from their abusers all the time, even really cunning ones, but in all of those cases, they had to at least have had a) the information to recognize what was being done to them, b) the emotional intelligence to make use of that information, c) and resources/community support to actually pull out. Without any of this, you'd only be looking at a miracle if your abuser was at all decicated to keeping you under their thumb. And this is of course a sliding scale. The more determined and smart the abuser is, the more effort it takes for break from their control and the less likely it can be done with isolated acts of kindess, random epiphanies, or short term interventions.

Anakin's treatment by Palpatine is waaay on the difficult to break end of the scale. And Anakin again, is not the most emotionally adept or self aware. He's not skilled enough at deconstructing arguments to not just have all his objections steamrolled by Palpatine every time they come up. He can't hold on to a proper dissent against Palpatine by himself, because even while he's uncomfortable, he doesn’t have to skills to pick apart why he's uncomfortable without someone walking him through it. The Jedi similarily could not have helped Anakin with generalized aids because Palpatine efforts were a specific and targeted attacked.

TLDR: If we take Anakin's fall as the result of the specific and targeted grooming by Palpatine (because GL did draw a horse and got a hippo), neither the Jedi nor Anakin could have stopped it just by their general goodness because that would've been the equivalent of expecting to stop a black ops team from trying to kill you by remembering to lock your doors and not talking to strangers.

#anakin skywaker #jedi council #sheev palpatine #tw grooming #tw abuse #ramblings

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