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torashisama · 6 months

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WoT about: "Rand gets no hero moments"

WoT abouts are Nreader to BCloaks/BReader takes and answers to questions I might get or find on Twitter, Reddit or here. So essentially, I'm sharing what I believe to be an interesting discussion topic to have in the fandom while sharing my thoughts on the matter.

book reader: I have finished the S2 of The Wheel of Time! It is a great improvement, loved each episode. However in the last episode, I just went back to season 1 finale: Rafe's least favorite character must be Rand, there is no other explanation. We just needed one Rand hero moment, just one!

torashi: I hear you but Rand effortlessly taking the shield off Egwene and Perrin, protecting everyone by himself, killing Ishy after having killed Turak and therefore having freed Falme of the Seanchan by himself is not him having a hero moment ?

The whole episode was about Rand and about him being heroic. Light! Actually, the whole season was about heroism for him. From S1E08, that's what it has been about:

Secretly leave alone with Moiraine after learning that he's the dragon to save his friends.

After "killing" Ishamael he leaves and makes Moiraine fake his death so that he can get away from them and never have to risk killing them because of the madness that he realised he already feels.

Learns that Egwene is kept captive by the Seanchean and leave everything behind even if it means willingly getting himself in a trap which he believes will get him killed by the Forsaken. ( this one i'll give it to you, Egwene stole his heroic moment by freeing herself)

Kill the equivalent of king and general of the Seanchean and his guard with no innocent victims.

Freed Falme of the Seanchean by doing so without causing collateral damages.

Fight alone against the strongest Forsaken, get hurt but get helped by his friends, Moiraine and Elayne.

Just healed from a life threatening wound and freed from his shield, he goes straight back into fighting to protect them and effortlessly take the shield off Egwene AND Perrin to protect them all.

Kills Ishamael alone with his sword while still holding the shield up and protecting them and effortlessly too, because Ishy had given up on getting him to turn to the Dark in this turn of the wheel but still kill or (seemingly) kills the strongest Forsaken when he barely knows how to channel yet.

book reader: He has his moments, no doubt. Yet I find them a tad anticlimactic. It's like he's playing a side character. Egwene shines with her incredible move, and then another one. #BookSpoiler Meanwhile, Rand, was stripped off the epic sky battle and his sacrifice with.

torashi: They are. I won't deny that, as I've always felt like this complaint was more "he doesn't get epic, flashy moments like the rest of them does" and to that, I completely agree but also understand why his moments feels like that in comparison. They all got sucked into this and would have been whether they liked it or not. They all surrendered to the wheel's wills but, Rand's case is different from theirs as he's the strongest channeller alive since his birth, he just needed to discover his power, and be discovered. Ishamael himself does not equals him, only the dark one does (if I got this right). The only reason he'd struggle in one of his fights and put on a show compared to the rest of EF5 is if he :

Fights the Dark One

Fights against a serious forsaken who actually intends on killing him (which are all still weaker than him but would all most likely win a fight in his current state because One Power fights seems to be much more about who shields first, who is more experienced and knowledgeable than fights that can just be won by force alone.)

Is fighting against himself because of the madness.

Won't , couldn't, or can't channel and had to use a weapon.

torashi: Compared to the rest of EF5, if he was shown struggling against Ishy who's the same enemy Eggy and Perrin were previously struggling with just to hold a shield up in a 2vs1 even when he did not really try because he was stronger than the both of them it wouldn't make any sense that Rand did too even when Ishy is purposefully not using is knowledge against them while also not being stronger than the Dragon Reborn. His moments feels anticlimactic because is character is set up to live these moments has something annoying, even boring but not really difficult or fulfilling. This isn't an achievement but an inconvenience he has to get rid off to be able to do what he really wants which is live as a farmer and have kids, for him, the achievement would have been saving Egwene not doing something he does reluctantly and because he's given no other choice.

All of EF5, but Egwene felt (or still feels) like this about all of the things they're asked/have to do. Egwene is the only one who actually seeks greatness and more than a simple life, first by becoming a Wisdom, then Aes Sedai. She's the only one actually trying hard and giving her best any chance she gets and not thinking about going home any time the opportunity presents itself since season 1, and she ends up being the one taken by the Seanchean too, made into a Damane which in turns makes her both the most experienced channeller and knowledgeable one of the 3. She's at her full strenght right now, whereas Ny can't channel because of her block, and Rand and Ny are the only other channelers of the group, someone had to stand up between Rand and Ishy and it couldn't have been Mat and even if Nynaeve was there they wouldn't have done it together because they were setting up how inconvenient the block had become even for herself and not just for the tower, since until S2E08 she could channel correctly when she needed to just not when the tower or others wanted her too.

In short, Rand does have his heroic moments, only at this point in the show it wouldn't make any sense to make them that big of a deal because they aren't compared to what's coming for him later and because so far he only had to deal with either weaker enemies or the kind of enemy that could easily kill him in his current state regardless of the power scale but who just did not want to. They have to show everything and can't rely on explanations, extensive descriptions etc… so the only way they can show the overwhelming gap that's is separating Rand from everyone else even his friends who are already established as one of the strongest out there is by making those moments feel insignificant in his story because ultimately they are compared to what they know is coming.

Here :

WoT about: "The writers keep giving time to plots that aren't *bad*, but do nothing to actually serve the story."

PS: As always, if you like my thoughts (or just the way I think about things) and would like to get my opinion on something as a non-reader, feel free to ask, the feature's here just for that.

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sparkedblaze · 11 months

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PART 3 LET'S GOOOOO

*sigh*

Parts 1 and 2

@raggedy-albert tagging you bc you yelled at me ;-;

T/W cursing, talk of violence

"WHERE DOES IT SAY A GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK WHY SHOULD YOU ONLY TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN WHY SHOULD YOU SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE LIVIN' TRAPPED WHERE THERE AIN'T NO FUTURE EVEN AT SEVENTEEN BREAKIN' YOUR BACK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S SAKE"

THOSE LYRICS HIT SO FUCKING HARD MY DUDES

JEREMY JORDAN'S VOCALS HOLY SHIT

HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS

MOVEMENTS

HIS A C T I N G

"I'll be there"

"Just be real is all I'm askin'."

"I GOT NOTHIN IF I AIN'T GOT SAAAAANTAAAAAAAAA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

That's the end of act 1. I only just finished act 1. I pause it too much to type everything out. And also I napped earlier and it felt g r e a t

Finch laying across the table

"Just ask a fish in the desert"

LES SITTING UNDER THE TABLE

"Why do old people talk?" "To prove they's still alive"

Mush's eyeroll

Squeeze Elmer's shoulder

FRONT PAGE?!

IAIN'S SMILE FUCK HIS SMILE IS SO DAMN CUTE

"WOULD YA LOOKIT THAT'S ME!"

"WHERE'S ME?! WHERE'S ME?!"

"I WON'T BE LAST IN LINE FOR THE TUB TONIIIGHT"

Tommy snatching the pape from Davey

"There's a headline even Elmer could sell"

HENRY'S LAUGH/REACTION TO ^

"JACK DON'T RUN FROM NO FIGHT"

"Take it down shortstop"

"FOR JUMPIN' JACKS SAKE CAN YOU STOW THE SERIOSITY LONG ENOUGH TO JUST DRINK IN THE MOMENT"

HIS LIL PUNCHIES

Albert's look of disgust at being touched without permission

"I'M FAYHMUS"

Henry: So?

"When ya fayhmus tha woild is ya erster."

😕 Wot?

????

"Ya erster"

"What are you saying???"

"EY YAKNOW YA FANCY CLAM WIT THA POIL INSIDE"

"O Y S T E R"

"HOW MUCH DOES BEIN' FAYHMUS P A Y?!"

"U DON'T🚫 NEED MONEY 💲 WHEN UR FAYHMUS😎 THEY GIVES YA WHATEVA YA WANT G R A T I S"

HEARING THE FIRST LIKE CHORDS (?) OF KONY IS THE BEST BC KONY IS THE BEST SONG IF YOU CAN'T TELL BY HOW LONG THIS POST ALREADY IS P MUCH ONLY WITH KONY THINGS

RACE AND KATH DOING THE PLAYFUL HIT THINGS

WHY DID THEY CHANGE RACE'S LINE?! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR ROMEO TO WANT A PERMANENT BOX AT THE SHEEPSHEAD RACES

"Oh no"

*tucks emotional support stick under arm* "knOBBin WIt AlL DA MuCKeTY MuCks I'M BLowIN MY doUGH AND gOIN dELuxE"

Statue of Liberty

The obscene amount of times Racer sticks his tongue out

Raver ruffling Mush's hair

"AMSCRAY PUNK"

"BUNCHA WET NOODLES" "PULITZER'S POODLES"

Davey and Ike playing dogs even after everyone else drops it

EVERY SINGLE FACE IN THE POODLES SCENE

Lemme just (bad quality but I can’t clip it ;-;)

LIKE ALBERT WTF ARE YOU DOING???

JOJO MY MAIN MAN WHY

RACER THAT SMILE CREEPY AS HELL STOP

DAVEY AND IKE, AS STATED ABOVE

MIKE WTF

ELMER LOOKING ABSOLUTELY DONE

"LET'S GET DRUNK" 😃 Y E A H "NOT WITH LIQUOR" 😧

Clap

Hop

TAPPITY TAPPITY TAPPITY TAP MAKE ME STIM SO HARD ILY

FINCH AND HIS SUSPENDERS

EVERYONE GETTING OFFENDED AT GETTING ONE UPPED

TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP

KICK

SPIN

BUMP BUMP

BUTTONS'S BROOM

EVERYONE GETTING SPOONS

"A L R I G H T RED"

SMALLS

ILY

SPOON FIGHT

EVERYONE JOINING IN

"GOT EM"

CHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCCCKCKCKCCH

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP

*shoving Kath out of chair*

*cleans off ground with hat*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THE WAY THEIR LITTLE ARM THING TICKLES MY BRAIN

Albert: Ehhhh Albert: Oh shit that's actually p good

THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD

"LOOK AT ME I'M THE KING OF NEW YORK"

"THIS IS GONNA MAKE BOTH THE DELANCEYS PEE IN THEIR PANTSIES"

ELMER'S FACE

FINCH'S LIL FACE BANDAGE

THE SHOT WHEN THEY SING "GUTS AND GLORY"

SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

TKTKTKTKTKTKTTKTTKTKTTKTKTKTKT

"OF NEW YORK!!!"

SEEING THEM ALL OUT OF BREATH AND GRINNING AND IK THEY HAD SO MUCH FUN

SMALLS

Point

Clapclap clap

ROMEO AND FINCH HAVING SO MUCH FUN

FUCK WAIT NOW IT'S LETTER FROM THE REFUGE

"Dear Jack..."

I paused it.

I don't wanna watch anymore ;-;

I wanna pretend they're all still happy and tappin' around Jacobi's

"Guess I wasn't much help yest'aday"

"Oh, yeah, Jack This is Crutchie by the way"

Andrew Keenan Bolger is just so fuckin good

"So far they ain't brung us no fooood..." lol

"Maybe though... heh heh... Not tonight..."

"We miiiight just go..."

Definitely NOT Ike sleeping next to him SHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Damn this place."

"Your friend Your best friend Your brother Crutchiiiieeeee"

Albert Some other redheaded newsie: "Enough already!"

Everyone looking for Jack

MISS MEDDA I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Jack pretending to not be crying

"You're a gem"

"Does it matta?"

"If you're running away, nowhere is ever the right place"

"How about lettin' a pal know you're alive?!" Jack: Ffs 🙄

"Why don't I leave you with your boyfriend?"

"YaevathinkIdidntwannabefound"

"A B O V E THE FOLD"

Bap

Smack

They're so close just lean forward a lil and give him a lil smooch

Poke

"JUST LIKE I SAID"

"We're inevitable"

"Fame is one intoxicating potion"

"Yes he did and then he died :)"

Kath's lil supportive nod

"Smart enough to get you committed to a padded room"

JACK'S ART

"Lighten up, no one died."

LES'S LIL WORRIED FACE WHEN JACK TELLS THEM ABOUT CRUTCHIE

"If I wanted a sermon I would show up for church."😠

"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good."

"Exactly."

"Here's how it goes-"

T E E T H

"Jackie think about it"

JACK HOW WERE YOU EXPECTING TO MAKE IT IN SANTA FE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY A SNAKE RATTLES

"poor GUYS head IS SPINNING"

"Whywouldhesendforthegoonsanentirearmydozensofgoonsplusthecopsand-"

Kath’s amazement at Jack admitting being wrong

ETHAN’S DUMB FACE 😭😭😭

“Stay on track”

“AND WEVE GOT JACK”

Spit shake

Davey being disgusted

“And I’ve got a date!!!”

Kath being nervous asf to confront her dad

“The newsies are striking against… me”

Kath trying to melt into her chair

I’m gonna kick Snyder

*WHACK* “WHAT GOOD WOULD QUIET DO ME”

Kath’s panic when Jack shows up

“Ask and ye shall be received”

S i t

“Good aftanoon bois”

“Aaand which Jack Kelly is this? The charismatic union organizer? Or the petty thief, and escaped convict?”

“Which one gives us more in common? Eh?” *wiggles finger*

“Crowwlin”

“Want i should save ya a spot on the bill?”

B o y

“When New York wakes up to-“ 😗🧐 “-front page photos of our rally”

“Even some reporters”

THE BIG REVEAL

JACKS FACE

KATHS FACE

“Yeeeeeessss”

Why does Pulitzer hit his desk so much? Take a Xan and calm down my guy

I’m gonna kick Snyder pt 2

THE DELANCEYS CATCHING AND HOLDING JACK SO HE CANT GET OUT DHSGWHMFKE

Morris looking 100% done with Pulitzers shit

“They know I don’t care” 🙂

“Tossed 🫴🏼➰ to the rats🐀 Will they ever be able to thank you enough?💅🏻”

BOTTOM LINE REPRISE

I like that he calls Jack ‘Cowboy’ in this song as a little homage to the original, but (bc I saw Livesies first) I was so confused when I watched it at first.

So ik they only use the newsies to move sets bc they can go fairly unnoticed by the audience when they’re going on and off stage. But just the idea that even if they aren’t actually there with him, them still do everything for Pulitzer is a statement to me

Morris hopp of stairrrrrrs

*bonk bonk bonk* “That there… is firm”

Jacks lil tantrum

“NEWSIES NEED OUR HELP TODAYYY”

HELLO SPOT LOML

TOMMY BRACCO 😍😍😍 (congrutalions on his engagement 😭😭)

THE LIL GAP IN HIS TEETH IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Reasons I love Brooklyn (from left to right:

Graves

Myron

Spot

Hotshot

Bart

Ty for coming to my Ted Talk

“We’ll getcha payback with some PAY BACK”

Speepy Jack

Spot’s dramatic ass taking his hat off

“BOROUGH WHAT GAVE ME BOITH”

Everyone else hurriedly taking off their hats

“FRIENDLIEST PLACE ON OITH”

“PAYUS A VISIT AND SEE WHAT WE MEANS”

“AND WHEN YA DOOOOOO”

“WE’LL KICK YA HALFWAY TO QUEENS”

Definitely totally Jack Kelly on that printing press and definitely NOT Devin Lewis

The entirety of the boroughs introducing themselves

PFFPTTHHH

“WE IS HEEEEEERRRREEEE”

Davey’s first spit shake without wiping it off 🥹

MISS

MEDDA

LARKIN

Bart’s lil hops 🥺🥺

THE CROWD CONTROL

Eyebrows

Jack Jack Jack Jack

Everyone smacking signs against the ground

“Youwannabetalkedtolikeanadultstartactinlikeone”

Racer’s smile 😭😭😭

“That’s was a lousy thing to do” Everyone else: HELL YEAH IT WAS

Elmer’s Graves’ smile

Pulitzer

S H O V E

“He’s a sellout”

JACK RAISING HIS HAND AT LES

“YOU'RE A TRAITOR JACK”

DAVEY'S DEVASTATION

“HESAIDYOUCOULDGOTHROUGHMYSTUFF?!”

Kath plz be more considerate

THE

FUCKING

PROJECTIONS

"A little different from where you were raised?" s n a t c h

"I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE ONE TO TALK ABOUT TURNIN' ON FOLKS"

"Ya ffffffffADDA"

"a ffffffist in ya mouth"

Finger wiggle

Paper wiggle

"good for you"

"The children's crusade..."

"Oh no"

"Ya just gonna take back lAta"

Gotta be honest, Something to Believe In makes me so irrationally angry. Their whole relationship feels forced and only there for the romance grab :)

I feel like they could've done a lot with Kath's character without making her fall for Jack

Like it makes sense that Jack would feel things for her. She represents this freedom he's never gotten to have. She helped get the newsies a better hand in life. Granted it isn't perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better. Not to mention all the newsies have the emotional range of a speck of dust.

Kath, on the other hand, seems very in tune with her emotions. She knows how she feels about Jack during Watch What Happens, and I personally don't think much changed between them between that and StBI.

I think it would've been far better to have Jack, this emotionally ignorant artist pining after Kath, the 'sure of herself' journalist helping make a better life for his family, despite the repercussions of going against her father, who was originally in it just to further her career but has grown to care for and love all of these kids.

Have I mentioned the projections?

I also haven't mentioned this at all, but I love the newsies that push in Jack's 'penthouse' and just sit at the bottom of the set pieces.

Bump

SHOVE

Also seeing Kath deck Jack right here (bc she doesn't know how to respond to him trying to kiss her) would be so much better than a kiss

Don't ask me why, just trust me

Their hug at the end of it though

IS IT NORMAL TO KNOW WHICH NEWSIE IS GOING UP THE STAIRS BY THEIR SILHOUETTE?

"We could hold a hoedown in here and no one would be the wiser"

"Hey!" "Hm?" "It's good to have you back again"🥰 "Shaddup."

BillDarcy

Y'ALL THEY TRADED VESTS AND THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE EITHER OF THESE BOYS ARE STRAIGHT???

Darcy's disgust

"B B Bill. So I suppose you're the son of William Randolph Hearst." "And proud to be a part of your revolution"😃

Nicholas Masson rolling his sleeves up-

Can we talk about how perfect a Javey first kiss would've been at "we ain't come this far to lose" without Kath being there

"HEEEEERRRREEE THEY COOOOMMMMEEE"

Tommy Bracco

Albert's lil nod

Smalls doing nothing but wiggling that bolt

look look

"BLEED EEEEM"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FREEDOM"

Spot doing nothing but standing and looking intimidating

WHACK

HENRY HELP SMALLS

Ty 🥰

ALL THE ANGLES THROWING PAPES

"TEN THOUSAND FISTS"

LAYERS

LAYERING VOCALS IS MY KRYPTONITE

A;SLDKFHAPSHGPAIUSFGP

BAM "THERE'S CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALL"

THE FUCKING KEY CHANGE A;LSDGHPAOUSFGPANS I SCREAM. I CRY. I FOAM AT THE MOUTH. I LOVE THIS SHOW

Stomp

"WELL I'M SORRY-I AM-"

"Sorry"

"Such language"

"MORNIN GENTS"

hat

I didn't know you could throw money in an inherently queer-coded way but here we are

The way Jack sits in the chair and gets confy

"Oh, we're your loyal employees"

"Oooohhhh"

"WHAT'S THAT MAKE YOU"

Ben Fankhauser

The chorus starting up again and Jack just 👀

Spot taking off his hat again

wavey wavey wavey

Race 'cheers'ing with his cigar

"So what's your next move"

MISS

MEDDA

"Joseph Joseph Joseph"

Hummy hummy hummy

"Bully"

Shakes hand "My god"

"I'd do it with a SMILE"

"A soft head"

"He doesn't do happiness does he?"

HANNAH

HANNAH ILY

"I'm young. I ain't stupid"

"I GOT CONTITUENTS WITH A LEGITIMATE GRIPE"

Wiggle finger

"iT's a CoMprOMIse WE cAn All LiVE WiTH"

Spit shake

"andtheWorldwillknow"

TOMMY

FINCH

RACE BUTTONS ALBERT ROMEO I LOVE ALL OF YOU

THEIR SIGNS

HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Why does every actor who plays Roosevelt look exactly the same????

"Ya miss me?!" YES😭

Davey swallowing his laugh when Crutchie calls Roosevelt 'your highness'

"Don't sweat it, gov"

"tarantulas?"

"And we're family" YEAH YOU ARE BABY

"show me that backseat I been hearing so much about"

Albert's gimme gimme gimme motion

"G U Y S"

Race's lil hop

"I been I been BUSY"

smacksmacksmack

"CARRYIN THE BANNER MAN TO MAN"

"HERE'S THE HEADLINE"

Jeremy Jordan counting his steps

"WHOO"

"OF NEW YORK"

*incoherent shouting* "NEWSIES OF NEW YOOOORK AYOOOOO"

Tommy being slightly off

Kick

Spin

Flip

Clap clap

CHAZ WOLCOTT IS SO FKING TALENTED

shrug

BART

slide

I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME BUT THE GUY WHO PLAYS DARCY DOING FLIPS WITH NICK MASSON (WHO PLAYS BILL)

Specs falling when they do the lil cartwheels

All their lil hops and bows

THE DELANCEYS HANDSHAKE

AKB

Kara Lindsay being a lil early

JJ almost eating it

HYPEHYPEHYPEHYPE- Race, Mike, Ike, and Spot

JJ boogeyin

Kara and Ethan boogeyin

Kara and Jordan hugging

Nick swinging from the set

Ben and Sky doing a handshake and Ben almost knocking Sky over going for a chest bump when Sky wanted a hug

I DID IT

I FINISHED IT WITH ENOUGH ROOM

I HONESTLY THOUGHT KONY WOULD MAKE ME NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE, BUT I THINK STBI COUNTERED IT

#newsies #livesies #my favorite things about newsies #my favorite livesies things

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champion-of-thedas · 1 year

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WoT Reread New Spring Chapter 7: The Itch

·The moment this chapter title popped up, I assumed it was about them putting itching powder in Elaida’s clothes and her getting back at them for it. I’m probably wrong, but that would be hilarious.

·Moiraine is definitely trying to think several steps ahead about this baby thing.

·I kind of wonder if it was this sort of experience that led Siuan to making the wonder girls her Black Ajah hunters. This is a random thought for this chapter, but here she thinks she’s perfectly capable of finding the Dragon Reborn and saving the world (or at least Moiraine does) as Accepted. Later, the two of them would have to deal with the Black Ajah as newly minted Aes Sedai, which might as well mean that they are Accepted. She probably saw their potential and decided that if she could do it, so could they.

·I’m just going to say this: making lists also help settle me. I’m sure Moiraine doesn’t actually mean it, but sometimes if I get antsy, I start organizing weird things (like finding out all of the stuff I need to gather for crafting every item in a video game, or trying to plan out a writing schedule or when I will play a video game in what order; a lot of it has to do with video games, I’ll admit). I won’t always follow through, but it settles me. If this is actually the case with Moiraine, we can bond over it.

·KERENE! I know you’re going to die, but I’m excited to see you!

·More reminding me that the Green Ajah don’t actually go to battle. Seriously, why not just say they help out in the Borderlands occasionally? I don’t think this is actually true, because the Borderlanders get so excited when Moiraine shows up in Eye of the World, and I recall believing that it meant Aes Sedai came by every now and then to help out. This is definitely one of those times where I like the tv show more, because (while I get the commentary on resting on laurels or a standing military that isn’t actually necessary means nothing) the fact that this organization is made up of exclusively women means that instead of equating it with the institution, it is equating it with women.

·It is also because of the above thing that I believe the Ajah best prepared for the Last Battle was the Red. They have the most experience in battle and fighting channelers. I’m not sure that I don’t believe it even in the show because Green still don’t fight against channelers, but at least the gap is smaller.

·Rena or Rina or Reena? Hafton is Elyas’s Aes Sedai! We know he still seems to be a warder in the book series so I’m trying to figure out if Rina is in the main series at all. It is possible that he was released and it is just not mentioned. It’s so strange that the beginning of the series made it sound like releasing the bond was practically impossible and then towards the end people just… do it. This is without having communicated it with someone that discovered it, which makes it more confusing.

·I’m guess the lacquer on the doors represents their ranks, since they seem to follow military ranks.

·Stepin! Narrow shoulders and sad brown eyes. That makes sense.

·Also, the implication of the items in the room is that Kerene has seen combat. Maybe it’s just not in battle. So much about the Green Ajah just doesn’t make sense.

·It felt like about halfway through the series itself, women were fainting and crying and vomiting left and right so it’s nice to see an Aes Sedai receive what is probably extremely terrifying news (about the Dragon being reborn) and remaining unflappable like they were presented at the beginning of the series.

·Okay so she wasn’t told about that but being told to visit the Amyrlin urgently is probably worrying.

·All of these people being sent to search are going to be killed and probably tortured by the Black Ajah.

·This Keeper is not going to be important. Why am I getting an extensive description of her clothing and jewelry.

·The itch being Moiraine’s curiosity is adorable.

Baby Moiraine is so tenacious and adorable. She is going to be trying to leave a lot sooner after Tamra dies and the next Amyrlin starts pushing for her to become Queen. I’m also wondering what Tamra thinks Siuan and Moiraine are doing and how she would deal with it if she knew or what would change if she didn’t. I’m pretty sure the Black Ajah are going to kill her any time now, so I’m kind of waiting for the next big plot point. It is either Tamra’s death or the Aes Sedai test. The order those two fall in will alter a lot of the framing of how my story goes depending on if I decide to follow New Spring’s timeline. A lot of this part of the story will be gone, since the search is gone, which is changing a lot more than I remember.

#Wheel of Time #wheel of time spoilers #Wheel of Time reread #wheel of time: new spring #wot book spoilers #wheel of time book spoilers #new spring #champion rereads wot #champion rereads new spring

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gayward-son · 9 months

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GO Season 2 Episodes 2 and 3 Thoughts

Spoilers under the cut! Apologies for the disorganization this is purely stream of consious fresh out of watching

YESSSSS flashback! Tbh I originally thought that the minisodes set in the past were going to be more of a time-traveling plot than flashbacks based on how they were described in interviews, but I think this makes more sense because introducing time travel in any series usually just leads to more questions lol

The Book of Job minisode KILLED me. 1) I guess I was wrong about them not remembering meeting as angels, though I wonder then did they ever interact more than that one time millions of years ago? if so, I guess their meeting at the garden of Eden was more of a reintroduction as angel and demon rather than as both angels, though i'm really really curious then what Crowley's name was before he became a demon, because otherwise Aziraphale wouldn't have not known what to call him at the garden of Eden. Anyway, the angst of them remembering when Crowley was an angel is just jdskdjsaklfaj fanfic that explores that was always my favorite so this just HURT

2) Gabriel not understanding childbirth is hilarous considering the fact that he's the angel who tells Mary about her pregnancy. i imagine him appearing to her like, "Good news Mary! You're going to have a child! Now go to Joseph and grab his rib :)" and then when she actually gives birth he can only stare and say wot the fukkk.

3) Aziraphale believing he was damned for hell was just heartbreaking to see my poor little meow meow :( idk if it's just cuz i love him so much, but I feel like Aziraphale's been more of the focus this season so far, with the episodes exploring how he started diverging from the rest of the angels while Crowley just kinda serves as the temptation and driving force for Aziraphale's development. I wonder if the later episodes will return to Crowley's whole existential dread of "what's the point," or if that will be more in the possible 3rd season

4) Aziraphale eating for the first time. Incredible moment. No notes.

I totally forgot that the miracle was meant to keep the angels and demons from noticing Gabriel and thought that they were literally seeing him and just intimadating Aziraphale lol but I do wonder how their miracle was so powerful when they were barely trying? I guess the science behind miracles doesn't really exist and Aziraphale and Crowley are not exactly the brightest with their plans but somehow i'm still surprised that they could fuck up this badly

The second minisode honestly wasn't as exciting for me, morality not really exisiting under capitalism is a decent topic to explore, but i dont know, it felt a bit out of place? i couldn't really see how the flashback helped with the mystery other than giving some history about The Resurectionist, though hopefully more context is revealed in future episodes. Also i have no idea what the hell Crowley was doing at the end of it with all his shouting and growing and shrinking, I understand it was the poison but again just felt out of place (that was how i felt about the plant scene in season 1, and now i love that scene, so my opinion could change)

Aziraphale driving the Bentley! He was so silly billy when he was excited to play detective I love him. Also Crowley taking care of the bookshop, making sure not to sell any of Aziraphale's books, and worrying for Aziraphale's safety <33 they need to stop being so LOUD.

Muriel on earth! Third episode, not second like I thought, and they were so adorable!! Aziraphale's sarcasm when talking to her was so good too, and we got the Crowley sitting on the chair scene lets go gamerss

Maggie and Nina and Maggie and Nina ahhhhhh. I do wonder how they're going to resolve the fact that Nina already has a partner but I guess ill have to wait and see. The moment of them under the awning was so cute and WHEN MAGGIE SAID "YOU HAVE NO IDEA" asjalfafkfs the gay angst the gay yearning i cant

Also love how theatrical Shax is with her entrances she's clearly having fun with it, wonder if she'll take Crowley's side or hell's if that war happens since she seems to have a bit of an understanding with him. Also Beezlebub getting some exploration into their character was not something i was expecting, wonder what will come of that

One last thing: my mom loved the statue of Gabriel. Lost her shit every time she saw it. Whoever designed it, great job

#good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #go2e2 #go2e3 #go2 spoilers #intellectual monologue #not c*rry on

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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 7: Poison░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 6:55 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------Now that everyone is still distracted by Winter, it was my turn to shine. I ran out of my hiding spot and threw the bat with all of my might at Drillbit.

BONK!

"Ow!" Drillbit cried out in pain. It was a success! My plan is working smoothly so far! Drillbit lost his grip on my friend who also fell on top of Scrap Metal.

You could even hear SM’s loud, glitchy shriek.

I kept running, running towards Airis. That feared girl.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" I screamed once I reached her and knowing that we were toast, without stopping, I grabbed her hand or wrist- I'm not sure! It's difficult to tell!- And get the hell out of here!

"C'MON WINTER!" Airis yelled out for him.

Since we were already far away from danger, it was difficult to tell if he heard her or not. Then again, dogs have a sharp sense of hearing, so I'm sure he'll catch up with us... Hopefully.

For quite a while, we both kept on running. We had to run at least as far as possible. This is because we know The Slayers are as nimble as that other character, Crowby. The unfortunate news is that Winter hadn't caught up with us... maybe my plan didn't work exactly as expected...

Prepared for murder.

***

We stopped to catch our breaths after a three-kilometre run... We'd been running like we were in a fundraising marathon! I had my hands on my knees while Airis leaned and placed her hand on a nearby tree. I felt sweat dripping from my forehead as my heart beat so fast that it felt like a thunderbolt supplying me with an immense amount of energy. When there is too much of it, it drains unexpectedly.

It was really impressive that we were able to run this distance, possibly because fear ran through our bodies till it wore out.

"That... was... close!" I huffed heavily, still catching my breath.

"Y-Yeah... but Winter... didn't... come with us..." Airis huffed out.

"I believe he'll... be fine..."

"Be fine...!? He's all alone... with that dangerous group!" She retorted with a snap of her free fingers.

On second thought, I don't want to die.

"This is impossible... They're real..?" I changed the subject right away before she got even angrier.

It's very unpredictable.

I stood up to see her looking stunned and confused at the same time.

"Hang on a minute... You know who they are?"

"Uh, yes!? They're The Slayers from 'War of Time,'. The video game is awesome and I've heard so many positive reviews about it! So of course, I would check it out! And became a wee bit addicted to it since, to be honest, hehe..." I grew hyped over that game, especially when talking about it. Airis has that phase as well but... she's more scared and confused at this moment... I didn't have my full attention to that, thanks to my over-excitement about 'War of Time.' Occasionally, I'm not her 'best friend', but it's not on purpose, more often by accident.

She has known me for as long as we can remember, and she doesn't react to it as much.

"You play 'War of Time'???"

"Uh? Did you not hear what I said? It's the most awesome game ever! Actually, now that I think about it... because it's popular, you would definitely have played it! Right?" There was a moment of silence between the two of us.

Airis expressed to me a strange look.

"Right... Now I know you play WoT. But why didn't you tell me?"

"I guess the topic didn't present itself," I shrugged, because I seriously don't know either.

"Well, in that case, we should friend each other- HEY, wait a dang minute! You changed the topic on purpose!"

"Damn, I thought I would get away with that," I looked dumbfounded at her, at least I tried.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Iris," I chuckled nervously.

"Dude, don't act like I'm stupid! You put my dog in danger!" Now she's getting a little upset but I'm sure I can handle this...

"Yes, yes, I know! I'll admit that. I-It was the only idea I could think of to get you out of there, and I don't have any intention of letting your dog get hurt, h-honest!" Her hazel eyes squint as well as a bit of glare.

"Mhm,"

"I'm serious! Ugh! Look, please don't be mad at me or even kill me! Because I'm positive that Winter will be ok, trust me, I know it," after a competitive staring contest, Airis sighed and her eyes softened.

She then closed them and pinched her nose bridge.

"Ok, ok. I trust you, and I trust that he'll be ok," she released her nose bridge to open up her eyes again, now seemingly annoyed.

"Well, that's great-"

"I will only murder you if we find him dead. I would be prepared to run if I were you," ... This is a bit unlike her.

I can guarantee that. I never heard her threaten so sternly before. What made her kinda like that? Did something happen or what? Nervously, I gulped and moved on.

"What happened when we were gone?" I asked.

For some reason, she becomes anxious and trails off her sentence, right off the bat. That was the fastest mood swing I have ever witnessed.

"Well..." She looked down to the side as she nervously touched her left pigtail, causing me to frown.

I remember crystal clear how scared she was. I understand it, but she had to at least explain what happened so I wouldn't have to be concerned about her.

"Iris," I clutched her shoulder worriedly.

She answered my question and moved her head to face me, gazing dead into my blue eyes. Then she explained everything that happened and her encounter with OTHER characters!

I was astounded to hear this- in fact, my blue eyes widened.

"They know where you live!?" I yelled practically in her face by accident, causing me to take a few steps back, in regret.

God, what is wrong with me? Yet Airis somehow didn't seem too startled by it (obviously she knew it was an accident). I don't know if I should be glad or mad that she didn't tell me all of this until now, but I don't care! It doesn't matter anyway!

"Yes, they know where I live... What's a little more strange is... they didn't come after me when I was at the front of the house with Winter..."

"Well... Yeah... I guess? So how did the group ambush you? Not talking about your place by the way,"

"After I hit Scrap many times until he got angry at me, Drillbit grabbed me from behind... Then the rest of the group joined in..." She took one breath of unsettlement.

"One last thing. What did Slaytrap say to you?" She didn't answer. I can tell she doesn't want to tell me which makes me feel a bit more anxious. There is no way Airis can keep this from me, especially when we're in a bizarre situation. "Iris?" She still didn't answer. I can see it in her hazel eyes, fear. I cannot help but feel frustrated. "Airis. What did he say?" My voice sounded very stern.

As soon as she understood my emotions, she finally responded.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!-

Or couldn't.

We could hear clanking footsteps coming our way. We turned around to see- Oh shit!

"Slaytrap and Ugiz-oz are coming!!"

"If we keep running on the road they'll surely catch up to us... unless," rapidly thinking. I took Airis again and led her into the bushland. The chase continued as we ran. "That should slow them down a bit,"

"I don't think we can lose them!" My crush yelled, frighteningly.

"Don't doubt this! We will!" I let go of Airis' hand so she could go in front of me.

This is because she's clearly wanted, and I didn't want her to accidentally trip. We were running a bit too close to each other.

I looked back to see Slay and Ugiz far behind us. I knew that would wor- Wait, what the hell?

Someone in a green suit with tubes attached to them approaches someone. He knew nothing about the face of the person other than assuming they might be a male figure. Oscar was seeing through someone's eyes, someone who may have been hurt. The figure reached someone who was lying on the ground, seemingly unable to get up. The figure knelt down. The last thing Oscar saw was a wicked smirk formed on the figure's lip and glowing... eyes? Weird glowing pairs of eyes.

...

"What's that all about? What did I just see?" Either it's an illusion or not, but that distracts me instantly! I mean, I completely forgot about everything-

"- LOG!"

"HUH!?!? WHOA!!!" Unexpectedly I tripped over a log, thanks to my brief distraction. "CRUD!"

"OSCAR!" I looked up to see the girl running towards me, then looked back to see the two bots catching up.

"Double shit!" I face up at Airis again to see her kneeling down to grab my arm, however, I stopped her.

"No! Airis! You shouldn't have come for me! You need to keep going!" The dark brown-haired girl just gripped my arm.

Her jaw dropped and wasn't too thrilled about it either.

"WHAT!? ARE YOU CRAZY!? NO! I can't leave you here! You'll get... Slaughtered!" ... I want her safe... I gave her a sad smile.

"Iris... please," I held her wrist and made her release my arm.

She was thinking so hard. She was looking at the bots and then at me about twice.

"But-"

"Airis Gamer, go! Please don't make me repeat, or we're both goners!" Finally! She agreed! Airis nodded unpleasantly and ran off, leaving me behind.

Now I have to deal with them. Just before I was about to get up, Slaytrap jumped over me to chase after Airis.

"You're shitting me!?-"

"OOF!" I was then pinned down by Ugiz-oz (he was pinning my shoulders).

"You must be LeaderSkater, AKA, Oscar Troyquake, correct?" ... I froze...

"How did you-"

"We know who plays. Many people like this pointless game. We see everything,"

"That's just flat-out creepy, man!" I screamed, struggling to break free from his grip.

He's pretty strong for a skinny ass bot.

"It is not our fault that The Creators made a screen for all of us to watch the players... Or that you all can control us. A worthless kid like you won't understand," I growled at his description of me.

I get it he's designed to be depressing and shit, but what the hell is he talking about???

"What is it you want!? Why are you here!? HOW ARE YOU REAL!?"

"Tsk, I can answer only one... Artron needs your pathetic girlfriend," my eyes were wide in a haze as well as mad yet flustered that he called Airis my 'girlfriend'... I mean, yeah, I like her a lot and I do want her to be my girlfriend one day but... C'mon! We're just friends for now! Wait- DID HE SAY ARTRON?!?!?

"Artron is here too!? But... Why would he want a thirteen-year-old girl? My friend, my secret crush??" I became so furious that I grabbed one of Ugiz-zo's arms to push him off.

It nearly worked but thanks to his tentacles from his back (I forgot he had them) he used two of his claw tentacles to pin me back down.

"Sorry, we don't want you to leave to call for help..."

"OH! Don't tell me-" The silver sorrowfully metal robot turned one of his hands into a dart bullet and pointed it at me! "FUUUUUCK!!" I kicked Ugiz's gut, causing him to FINALLY get off of me! Completely! Then I hurriedly got myself up and ran to save Airis.

***

I was looking for her everywhere, but thanks to the trails of broken branches and Slaytrap's footprints... I know where they are... not yet... For some reason, a few minutes ago I felt sick... My head hurt and I felt weak but I kept running through... for twenty minutes.

"Ah!" I groaned in pain till I stopped to hold my gut. Why in God's name FUCK does my stomach suddenly ache?! "E-Eh... I can't stop... now," even though a couple of bricks are tumbling over me. "I must... rescue Airis..."

BANG!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"A-Airis!" Still holding my painful stomach I ran to the sound of her incredibly loud scream.

It doesn't sound pleasant at all. Slaytrap must have caught her, damn it!

Just as I arrived, I saw an enormous tree blocking Airis' path. She looked like she was in a state of shock, and Slaytrap had trapped her.

"Shit! Fuck! Shit!" I looked around for something to throw at until my eyes caught a rock and a long tree branch.

That's the only option, I guess.

Picking them up, I threw a grey hard rock at Slay's head and ran around him when he wasn't looking... I didn't think this through...

The strong dark blue leader of the TS turned back around and noticed me.

Me holding a branch in a defensive position in front of my crush.

He smirked sinisterly at me.

"You leave... her alone, Slaytrap!" I scolded him...

"You seem like you're dying," I didn't quite catch that.

"Oscar..." That was Airis.

"Yeah?" I turned my attention to the brown-haired girl, who looked very horrid... I grew even more confused than ever.

"W-What..?"

"I-I-I found this dart stuck to your shoulder..." She held up the dart that she was talking about. I couldn't think properly... Oh waitttttt... "OSCAR! YOU'VE BEEN POISONED BY UGIZ-OZ!!!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, I began coughing so hard that my throat hurt so terribly (possibly bleeding internally inside my throat, yet it's not out of my throat). My legs began to tremble to the rocky ground, roughly. Meanwhile, Airis knelt towards me and placed her creamy skin hand on my forehead. "Oh no! And you're heating up! A-A-And you're looking very pale!" She exclaimed to me.

After coughing, I couldn't say anything. I think coughing made me shut up. Seriously, I couldn't say anything.

A sinister laugh erupts from Slay's lips(?), causing both of us our attention.

"U91Z-0Z did an excellent job at shooting his prey without his victim noticing it or feeling a thing," I glared up at him and grabbed the branch again, getting up slowly... but tumbled back down which made me land on Airis' lap this time. Slay mock furthermore. "Trying to stand up for your friend, LeaderSkater?" Fuck him! "Not so useful to help her now, hehe. Are humans really that weak? I expected rather... differently," randomly, I felt two arms wrapped around my chest.

Straight away I knew it was Airis.

"I don't know why this is happening but this has gotten too far! YOU'RE KILLING MY FRIEND!" Airis screamed in rage.

The leader, of course, doesn't give a shit about her cries and keeps smirking, a heartless smirk.

"I am not the one who poisoned him, Snowy_Sky_Husky," Slay defined as he crossed his arms.

The next thing I know, the fucking dark of armour, octopus Emo dude showed up from the shadows... Well, the sun is already up.

"The others are coming, Slaytrap..." he told him, letting out a 'sad' sigh, even though Slay wasn't looking at him.

The leader nodded but didn't say anything to his teammate... I can't think of a better insult for those bastards!!

"Ugiz-oz does have the cure to help your friend,"- he faced the shorter teammate- "Show them the cure," and ordered him.

Ugiz rolled his eyes.

"Whatever..." and held up a small black bottle that was around his neck.

"... That's the cure? I thought that was just an accessory?"

"Now, if you agree to come with us, we'll help your friend, but if you don't..." The leader took a big step closer causing Airis to clench her grip around me even tighter (kind of hurts.) I can tell for sure she's getting timider than ever. Weakly, I held her hand. I'm surprised that I haven't passed out yet. "We'll take you away from him and leave him to rot and die! So I would suggest you make the decision quickly if I were you. I'm no patient bot,"

"Damn it! I can't believe it! We're... I know Airis too well, she's gonna accept it!" Her head faced down at me while my eyes looked at her, tiredly.

She's giving me the look of 'I don't know what to do.' There's no point... I don't know either...

WHOOSH!

Huh?

"W-Winter!?" Airis gasped in a very surprising and joyful tone.

When I look closer, it is indeed Winter... See? I knew he'd catch up... Although... I don't think he's able to help us...

The white and black-furred dog stood in front of us, protecting us... In an instant, I felt the girl moving back, pulling me along with her.

Then the rest of the group came- Uh oh, my vision is getting blurry!

"No! Not now!" I blinked a few times to see if I could see, but of course, it failed. The world is spinning around me. My eyes feel heavy. I guess this is it... I couldn't do anything about it so I closed my eyes...

Game over, I guess... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Fic asks!:D 1,3, 22?

which of your fics is your favorite? why?

If you asked me for a top five it would probably vary a lot depending on the day, but Lost and Found has a special place in my heart because…it's a 7k lipogram (no letter E). I just really love playing with language and this kind of felt like saying "okay, I've done all I need to do with this trope." (Which does not mean I'm done with it. I still play with it. This was just the high point.)

3. is there a fic whose concept you like, but wish you could do over?

Answered for WoT already (I wrote a fic a few months after the last book came out that fixed some of my issues with the ending, I think it would be different today but it's also been…nine years?) I've been writing fanfic for…A While, so I'm sure if I looked at the stuff I never ported over from FFN there would be a lot of stuff I wish I could do over (if only so it was less embarrassingly "here are all the iddy tropes baby-me loves and I will throw them all into this canon whether or not they actually belong there.") Alternatively, so I wouldn't start epic-length series and then not finish them. But I'm too intimidated to actually look :P

22. do you have a fic that has some deep lore you never explained?

On the one hand, my fics tend to have plenty of lore, on the other, I usually get around to explaining them because I'm too in love with my own cleverness :P The Animorphs/Star Wars crossover I kind of started in medias res so I didn't bother to directly infodump about who Obi-Wan or Darth Vader map onto directly. If I ever got around to writing more of the series there would be backstories corresponding to "Andalite"/"Hork-Bajir Chronicles" about how Luke, Leia, and Vader are related, but realistically that probably isn't going to happen.

#bandwagon hoppage

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andthebubbles · 3 years

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everyone wants to hug merlin bc he baby :3

#text #merlin #in other news i actually felt like doing EVERYTHING tonight #actually still felt like playing wot #bc i want the indien pz and i should grind free xp with the M44 looool #and i also felt like exterior-decorating one terrace house in the sims with the wall timber decorations from snowy escape #and i felt like playing cities skylines (which i did)#and i felt like reading merlin fic (which i did whilst recording replays lmao)#(this post was made post-1x04 lol)

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plutos-planetarium · 3 years

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c!sbi + reader; meeting + bonding? time !

in this, you're related to niki !

unedited

c: philza, wilbur, techno, tommy

meeting-

you met the boys through wil actually

wilbur came around your house a lot when you were growing up

though you didn't talk a whole whole lot, due to you being socially anxious, you still felt fairly close to wil :)

it took a while for you to meet everyone

wilbur had to babysit you for a few hours, n so he took you to his home

phil was the only person home that day

n due to his fatherly nature, you had gotten close to him quite quickly

wil got bored n left the room lmao

so you stayed with phil for a while

helping him make lunch before his other children came

about five minutes into your break, as you were sitting on the counter eating fruit snacks

tommy came in

very loudly too :/

he scared you and you almost fell lol

as soon as he turned the corner into the kitchen

"wot the fock"

after a few silent moments

he began screaming about how there was a stranger eating his fruit snack

though he sure as hell shut up when techno walked in

you were quite terrified at the moment

there was a child screeching at you and a very intimidating man behind him

and why were all these boys so tall??

anyway, after phil calmed down tommy

you n him brought the lunch into the living room

all of you ate in silence, besides wil and phil thanking you for doing food

bonding?-

philza:

since you only had niki and wil growing up, it was nice to have a real father figure to look up to

you often helped the man cook meal for the boys !

you had also managed to learn a few things about potions while watching him

and surprised him with a regen potion one day he cried a little bit

it was nice to have another person who had some common sence

philza quite enjoyed being around you

you were always very helpful, and eager to learn things

the two of you occasionally sat on the porch as he would tell you stories

there was one story, that you had asked him to re-tell you about a million times

it was about how him and kristin met

you always found the story so fascinating and got so excited when he would tell it

wilbur:

you and wil definitely got closer after a bit

staying in his room and watching him play his guitar

you helped him with his songs alot

you had eventually convinced him to teach you a bit

though he acted like he was annoyed, you could tell he enjoyed it

you also helped him with house chores !

which rarely ever got done because you were to busy dancing to the music and singing into broom handles

made him a guitar pick when his finally broke

his initials were carved into it so that "nobody could steal it since it has his name on it"

gave you the biggest hug :( /pos

being around wilbur is always just so fun

techno:

to say you were scared of him at first was an understatement

you were terrified

that was until you had seen him outside, reading a book near a tree

he looked so peaceful? how could he be scary what?

so you decided to join him

this became a recurring thing

not talking much unless you both were at that tree

he usually read to you while you picked up flowers and such

made him a pretty flower crown hndujsn

you also really liked carl!

helped techno groom him

he really enjoyed spending time w you

tommy:

well,,, it took a while for you and tommy to get along

he just didn't like you :/

rude ass bitch smh

but when he was finally okay with you

you helped him out a lot

whether it was creating chaos or going mining, you were there

mining was probably your favorite thing to do with tommy

it was quite relaxing actually

he didn't usually keep his loud persona around you

you both got excited over finding even the most basic ores

there was a time where you had fallen off the side of a short ravine

and i don't think tommy has ever panicked that much

thankfully, you weren't very hurt

but while you were recovering, he stayed with you alot

he was so worried when you fell, and just wants to make sure you'll be safe now

he also shares his fruit snacks w you :D

all:

movie nights were a very common thing

they almost always invited you and niki over

though niki couldn't attend very often, she always had you bring them something from the bakery

the boys all loved having you over

even though it usually added more chaos

"no! (y/n) put the bowl down"

"if you guys don't stop fighting i will take your fruit snacks away"

tommy was always the first person to fall asleep :/

and then get mad when the movie was over and he missed it

but he also got mad when you woke him up??

what do you want from us tommy, please

moving on

lots of food fights happened-

techno usually started them by throwing popcorn at wil-

mmmh yay now we'll have to spend 3 hours cleaning the house

phil, tech, n tommy are the ones who clean because, again, you and wil are dancing

it's always really nice having you over though

you and niki are like family to them :D

#sbi #sbi x reader #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #mcyt #dreamsmp #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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butterflydm · 2 years

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wot reread: the fires of heaven (chap 52- chap 53)

spoilers through the fires of heaven; vague reference to something that will start to be a trend for a character next book

1. Rand is determined to be calm and presentable when he kills Rahvin. Cold, so that he doesn’t make any mistakes. Aviendha starts to talk to Rand while still mostly naked and when he points out that she’s not wearing anything, she flushes and hurries into her clothes. Rand finds all of it confusing.

2. Maybe the reason that Aviendha’s motives are so hard to parse is that she herself doesn’t know what she’s doing? She slept with Rand, felt guilty enough about it that she told him it couldn’t happen again, but she does seem to keep poking at the idea, like at a scab. She knows that she shouldn’t, but can’t quite help herself maybe? That’s kinda the most charitable interpretation that I’ve got.

3. Rand plans to take only Aiel with him to kill Rahvin because he doesn’t trust the Cairhienin or Tairens. ...and we learn that Aviendha beat up Colavere for coming to speak with Rand last night. Asmodean comes by to talk to Rand -- Rand was planning on leaving him behind, but he requests that he be allowed to come along.

4. Rand debates going to Tear for Callandor or going to Rhuidean for the saidin-focused sa’angreal there, but ultimately isn’t willing to trust himself with that much power at this time. He feels like he’s basically made out of the taint and rage at this point and worries what effect using that much of the One Power might have.

5. Everything else does fly out of Rand’s mind momentarily when Mat tells him that Melindhra tried to kill him. And Rand very sincerely tells him, “I’m sorry you had to do that,” because he can see how traumatizing it was for Mat to have killed Melindhra. These little moments of connection between people, moments where there’s no power-play involved, really do get to me. i’m gonna miss this The Rand that wanted to protect Mat at the start of TFOH is still in there under the ice. Anyway, Mat is also here to volunteer to come to Caemlyn with Rand. He’s tired of attacks coming at his back and wants to hit back at one of the Forsaken.

6. A very brief moment of warmth from Moiraine to Mat (either she’s been ignoring him by her own choice or because Lan talked her into it) and a compliment about trusting the Pattern and not trying to change what cannot be changed that makes Mat look on the verge of running off again. And Moiraine gives Rand two letters, one addressed to him and one to Thom. And she says that there’s something Rand must see at the docks, and off they go.

7. ...why are they taking horses? That seems so pointless? Isn’t Rand Skimming there? ???? Don’t make the horses go Into The Void, that’s mean.

8. Seriously, “Lord Matrim”? How are all these people learning Mat’s given name? Maybe it really is just Known Worldwide that the only possible name that ‘Mat’ could come from is ‘Matrim’ and that no one ever just names a kid Mat, because it’s just kinda ridiculous that it seems like EVERYONE knows that’s his given name when he never uses it himself. this is such a minor worldbuilding thing, I guess, but it bothers me so much. I guess it’s like the universality of pipe-smoking. Makes no sense that different cultures wouldn’t associate different given names with the nickname of ‘Mat’ to me. Unless Matrim is the name of like, a famous hero in the past that we’re never told about. Is there some way for me to search the text of the WoT series to find out if Mat has ever actually introduced himself with ‘Matrim’? Any searchable text files out there?

...how do they all know?

9. Honestly, Mat has just as much of an issue with people not wanting to use his own name as Rand does, his is just more subtle. Well, more subtle up to this point. It gets a lot less subtle starting in the next book.

10. Right. We’re here because Moiraine called us all down to the docks, not to talk about Mat’s name for twenty years. Sorry, Moiraine. Oh, and the Maidens have been missing all morning btw.

11. Kadere is visited again by Lanfear in person and begins to ‘catch her up’ on everything that she missed while she was off making plans with the other Forsaken; every scrap of information about Rand’s plans and doings that he’s been able to scrounge. He’s really gonna regret that in a minute.

12. Anyway, the wagon explodes because Lanfear is SO MAD that Rand isn’t a virgin anymore. “You let another woman touch you! Again!” I’m curious about what her motivation for doing this in the show might be, since Rand isn’t a virgin. Will it be an actual confrontation between the two of them where he turns her down and then she explodes on him? That might also be a good excuse for Moiraine to need to intervene. Lanfear starts just laying waste all around her, so Rand closes off a smaller area to limit the damage that she’s doing. I think it’s the same thing (or related) to what she did at the end of TSR so that they could talk in private in the middle of Alcair Dal.

13. Egwene, Aviendha, Moiraine, and Lan are all inside the bubble with Rand and Lanfear; Asmodean and Mat are both safely outside. Lanfear demands to know which of the two women standing next to him (Egwene or Aviendha) is Aviendha, who she knows he slept with, and she immediately starts torturing both of them. Rand severs her flows, still only doing defensive measures. Cutting someone’s flows is done with “Spirit woven so, with Fire and Earth”. Thx LTT.

14. And it is VERY MUCH LTT in control now as he says to Lanfear, “I was never yours, Mierin. I will always belong to Ilyena.” Ah, they could make this be the thing that actually triggers Lanfear to violence in the show maybe? “Your name is Lanfear and I’ll die before I love one of the Forsaken.” Rand is also, at this time, trying desperately to assert his identity as Rand al’Thor and not LTT.

15. Lanfear is heartbroken for a single moment and then switches to cold killer mode and starts going after Rand in earnest. She tries to stop his heart with the One Power. He’s able to cut her flows in time to stop himself from dying. Hmm. “She smiled like winter’s heart.” And then she tries to sever Rand from saidin (gentle him, as the current Aes Sedai would put it). Fighting her is difficult because he’s also fighting Lews Therin at the same time.

16. Ah, and here Rand’s trauma reaches the peak of being Not Able To Kill A Woman even as she is actively trying to murder him at that very moment.

“Images darted through the pain. A woman in a dark merchant’s dress, toppling from her horse, the fire-red sword light in his hands; she had come to kill him, with a fistful of other Darkfriends. Mat’s bleak eyes. I killed her. A golden-haired woman lying in a ruined hallway where, it seemed, the very walls had melted and flowed. Ilyena, forgive me! It was a despairing cry.

He could end it. Only, he could not. He was doing to die, perhaps the world would die, but he could not make himself kill another woman. Somehow it seemed the richest joke the world had ever seen.”

So, here, it really does seem based on him killing his wife, and then that expanding outward to Every Woman In The World which is... it really is arbitrary, because Ilyena isn’t and shouldn’t be interchangeable with every other woman in the world like that. But Ilyena is the only real firm emotional connection that we ever get from LTT’s side, unfortunately.

The show is likely NOT going to be leaning on this like the books did (they’ve already shown LTT as a father first; we haven’t even heard specifically about Ilyena in the show yet). Especially since we wouldn’t be getting Rand’s inner monologue anyway. I think it’s more likely they would just make this a tense and close battle, with Moiraine playing tie-breaker.

17. Moiraine setting this all up beforehand (even including the angreal for Lanfear????) is also Peak Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. Let’s not fight the Pattern, she says to Mat. So instead we should... purposefully cause the thing to happen? Anyway, she thinks she’s gotta do it and the author agrees with her on the inevitability of fate, so off she goes. We also see from her PoV that Rand is just kneeling on the ground, laughing and crying at the same time. Anyway, the leap into the doorway is a BIG lightshow, lightning all around and the wagon catches fire. Very dramatic, as befits a Damodred.

18. Lan can feel that Moiraine is ‘gone’, so he immediately sets to getting ready to leave, as his new bond with Myrelle now compels him to go seek her out. He leaves Rand, of course, with one last terrible piece of advice, as suits his role as a mentor who was great at teaching swords but effing awful at life advice: “We are alike in many ways, you and I. There is a darkness in us. Darkness, pain, death. They radiate from us. If you ever love a woman, Rand, leave her and let her find another. It will be the best gift you can give her.” thx for all the terrible advice! See you next time you pop up! He does call Rand his friend, though, so that’s nice. And he calls him True Blood of Manetheren, which is also nice. Lan genuinely is trying to help Rand, but Lan himself is so tangled up in his own issues that he gives, genuinely, the worst advice. ilu but never give me advice, Lan.

19. Aww, Mat is fanning Egwene with his hat and worrying over her. Aviendha is also worrying over her, but that’s more expected. A nice moment of connection between Mat and Egwene... while Egwene is unconscious lol. Anyway, it is determined that Egwene is too badly hurt to go with Rand to kill Rahvin. Their healer did just yeet herself through a doorway to her potential death and the Aiel Wise Ones aren’t good at healing (we never really get a good reason why they don’t have healers except Plot (in)Convenience). ...Rand somehow gets the blame for all this despite Moiraine being the one who made them all go to the docks. Okay. Sure. After he says that Moiraine and Lanfear are dead, Amys calls him a fool but does not, of course, explain what she means. No one ever explains anything to Rand.

20. He tries to mourn Moiraine, but mostly feels numb. And there’s no one there to tell him that that’s actually a really common reaction to a loss and it doesn’t actually mean he didn’t care about her. Then he goes ahead and reads her letter. So, the trigger for the meeting at the docks was Rand receiving the news of Morgase -- from that point, Moiraine saw three potential paths in the silver rings (she doesn’t say it’s from the rings). A. the desired outcome of removing both Moiraine and Lanfear from the playing board; B. Lanfear kills Rand; C. Lanfear carries Rand away and twists him into playacting as LTT and being her devoted lover.

21. Apparently, Manetheren are the ones we are supposed to blame for Just Can’t Kill A Woman which... (x) doubt. Literally was never shown to be part of the culture of the Two Rivers early on and makes no sense for an egalitarian (or even matriarchal, but I believe it’s mean to be egalitarian) farming community. Protect The Ladies For They Are Precious and a Man’s Life is Meant for Protecting the Ladies is an idea very much rooted in benevolent sexism and makes no sense for the Two Rivers. It doesn’t make much sense for LTT/Age of Legends either.

22. Moiraine warns him against trusting ANY Aes Sedai sister, as they are used to making people dance to their strings. And she reveals (without saying it straight out) that she knows Natael is Asmodean.

23. And the Maidens have now come to confront Rand re: his benevolent sexism. Which, hey, I like that it’s being challenged but it still makes no sense for Rand’s background. It’s very author’s culture-insert, I feel like. But Jordan was using Rand to explore that idea, I think, so Rand needs to believe it in-story so that it can be challenged and overcome. I get the narrative reasoning. I just think it doesn’t make worldbuilding sense lol. The conclusion is good, I just feel like the background is wonky to justify Rand’s starting position.

But taking that out of it, I really love Sulin here. I love her speech about the spear being her life and being her and that when Rand refuses to treat them as he would any of the other warrior societies, he is dishonoring them by trying to control them and take the choice out of their hands. And there was literally a line of Maidens down the docks to keep making the point to Rand if he refused to listen to Sulin. They made their choice and Rand doesn’t get to make it for them; his job is to respect their choice and then make his own about his own life but not theirs (which is similar to the conclusion that Rand comes to in the S1 finale of the show actually).

24. Note that Mat is also cheerful (like the Maidens) and Rand is also confused about that, but he doesn’t feel the urge to wrap Mat up and protect him from his cheerfulness about potentially going to fight a Forsaken.

“How can you be so cheerful?”

“Because I’m alive. What do you want me to do, cry?”

25. ...seriously, though, I guess the idea is that the exploding wagon would have drawn Rand down to the docks, which would have meant that a lot more people would have died before he was able to confront Lanfear, so that could be Moiraine’s reasoning behind setting up the scene herself and taking Rand down there, to minimize casualties? Since she knew she wouldn’t be around to heal people afterwards. That kinda makes sense. Take what you know and figure out a way to make it cause the least amount of harm to the people around you. I can buy that being Moiraine’s thought process.

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (6)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(some of y’all seemed to like chapter 5! so here’s chapter 6 like promised! and remember, you get chapter 7 if this one is shown some love, so remember to comment and reblog! thanks y’all! <3)

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True to their word Tommy and Tubbo came back to see you the very next day, having gotten up early (well early for them) to get ready and head out. Wilbur had wanted to go with them but he’d gotten caught up in presidential matters and couldn’t, much to his dismay. Too bad for him though that neither boy cared to wait on him since according to Tommy,

“It’ll take you hours to handle that stuff, I’m not waitin’ that long!”

So the pair bailed and Wilbur was left to sigh as he continued his work. And the following day he was blindsided by plans for a new public building everyone was wanting to get built in L’manburg. And they couldn’t plan it without Wilbur’s approval and supervision so while he handled that for the next few weeks the two boys would sneak off to spend time in your village.

They were both pretty good workers, at least when they weren’t goofing off and getting into shenanigans. You can’t count how many times you’d caught Tommy trying to build structures out of cobblestone in the village. He’d argued that he was improving the village but you threatened to eat his portion of the day’s lunch if he didn’t get rid of whatever tower or thing he’d started construction on. He’d always kick up a fuss but would take them down before the day was done. A few times Tubbo would run screaming for you, telling on Tommy for whatever new cobble thing he was trying to build in secret. Tommy either rushing to tear the structure down or chasing after his friend and screaming at him for being a ‘little snitch’.

You knew the two were just playing and they never failed to finish the tasks you gave them so you were mostly just amused by the pair. Though that didn’t stop you from scolding them when they inevitably broke something of yours or the villagers’. But thankfully the times when scoldings or lectures were needed were pretty rare. You’re not sure if this is because the two boys were actually taking your words to heart or not though. But regardless, the time spent together was nice.

Which meant when the two boys mentioned them needing to go to the Nether and asked if you wanted to tag along you said sure. You remembered the classic Nether and even saw parts of the Nether update, but you’d never gotten a chance to explore it in depth. You’d planned to before.. well before you’d ended up here. But that never happened. And once you ended up here you could have gone to the Nether but to be honest it just wasn’t on your list of priorities. You’d been too focused on improving the village and then building your home and stuff. But you figured there was no harm to checking it out now.

-0-

“We’ll either have to go back to L’manburg where there’s already nether portals or we’ll have to find a lava pool around here to make a new one,” Tommy said to you and Tubbo, though more specifically to you.

You raised an eyebrow and asked why, and both boys started replying at the same time, Tubbo trying to explain that they didn’t have any obsidian on them so it was the only options and Tommy just saying ‘because that’s the options unless you’ve got obsidian’ in his usual blunt manner.

Without thinking about it you opened your inventory and took out a stack of obsidian and a flint and steel and held them up to the pair. Their eyebrows raised and Tommy started asking you why the hell you had so much obsidian on you! But you just half shrugged and glanced away, saying you kept an approximate assortment of items on you at all times. The boys gave each other a ‘what the hell’ look before Tubbo shrugged and said who cares then asked where they should build the nether portal.

Tommy suggested building it in the village, but you nixed that idea right away. Tommy huffed and asked WHY NOT and you said you weren’t going to open an actual portal to HELL in the middle of your village. Any number of hostile creatures could come waltzing through and kill your villagers or even burn the place down. Tommy winced and softly mumbled that yeah that was a possibility. You rolled your eyes and Tubbo suggested building it outside the bamboo walls surrounding your village. You agreed and then you three set off to find a good spot.

Thankfully finding a spot a safe distance from the village, on a hill too, was pretty easy. And you made the portal as one usually does. At one point you misplaced a block of obsidian and the two boys laughed and Tubbo said that now the portal was going to be all wonky looking. And Tommy was in the middle of saying you sucked at building when you thoughtlessly deleted the block of obsidian before lighting the portal with the flint and steel. All was silent.

. . . .

“WOT!? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Tommy practically screeched.

You blinked and looked at the two gobsmacked teens before realizing you’d just pulled some not exactly possible shit. They were giving you two twin Looks that basically screamed for you to explain yourself. But you just stayed silent for a minute before just saying not to worry about it. Internally you winced at that unintentionally dodgy answer but the two boys just kept pestering you, demanding to know how you’d done that. You sighed, knowing they’d keep on pestering you. So you decided to tease them a bit, just for laughs.

“You two can’t expect me to give away all my mystical secrets, can you~?” You said with a sly grin, waggling your fingers when you said ‘mystical’, just to play up the drama.

The two clearly did because Tommy went on a rant about how that was ‘such bullshit!’ and you can’t just ‘pull some weirdo shit like that and expect no questions!’ and more. You laughed and held your hands up in mock surrender before sighing a dramatic sigh and said fine, you’d reveal one of your secrets. But they had to swear not to tell anyone. Like you expected the two agreed without a thought. Then you took a deep breath and laced your fingers together in front of you, telling them to copy you. They did without question, both looking eager to learn. You told them to close their eyes and breathe steadily and listen to your voice. They did and you couldn’t hold back the smile as you continued,

“Alright, keep your eyes closed. Focus on my voice. The key to my master block breaking skills is quite simple really,” you said as you silently inched back, keeping an eye on them both as they stood there, eyes closed and hands clasped in front of them. Your smile grew into a grin as you felt the strange warmth of the nether portal envelop you, purple tinting your vision as you continued,

“The key is to just never reveal your secrets!”

By the time they registered exactly what you said you were almost totally through the portal, and you started laughing your ass off when you heard Tommy scream,

“READER! YOU BASTARD! COME BACK HERE-”

But it got cut off as you were sent through the portal, the last thing you saw was the two boys lunging for you before your view darkened and the almost suffocating heat of the Nether hit you in the face. You stepped forward and yelped as you almost walked right off a cliff into a lava lake. You hurried to put up a wall of obsidian for the boys coming in after you. You didn’t want them to fall, it would have ended poorly for them if they did.

But you couldn’t focus on that shit right now! You had to hide! There wasn’t much around you to hide behind. You were in a large mostly flat area with some flames here and there and a lava lake behind you and a large wall of netherrack in front of you some ways away. You glanced back when you heard the portal activating again, signaling the two coming through. That’s when you glanced up. With a snicker you jumped up onto the top of the portal and laid down on your side, perfectly able to see down. You stayed perfectly still as the portal made its usual strange sound before it spat out the two boys you’d come to care for in a maternal fashion. You’d almost laughed when they smacked right into the wall you put up to keep them from tumbling to their doom. Tommy cursed before following Tubbo to the other side of the portal.

Tommy was definitely fired up, Tubbo laughing as they boys scoured the area for you. They didn’t see a glimpse of you, which felt crazy because you’re in WHITE. In the Nether! You should stick out like a sore thumb! And there was nowhere within running distance to hide so that made Tubbo sputter and ask how fast you were exactly! You bit your tongue to keep from laughing and watched them start walking away from the portal, calling your name and demanding you ‘show yourself this instant!’ as they did. You just watched them go with a grin, deciding to let them wander around a bit before you popped back up.

You laid there as they got further away, heading for what looked to be a crimson forest about 50 or so blocks to the left of the portal. As you laid there you sighed. Breathing in the Nether wasn’t fun. It honestly just made you want to grimace, this place honestly felt like a shitty dry summer day in a desert. Overwhelming and too humid to do anyone any good. You just wished it wasn’t so warm to breathe in. If the air was cooler, at least by a handful of degrees, then you’d probably be able to enjoy this place. But you supposed it could be worse. It could be a suffocating WET heat, like trying to breathe through a bowl of hot soup.

At that point you glanced around and noticed you couldn’t see either Tommy or Tubbo anymore. So you figured it was time to go hunt them down so they could try to interrogate you. You walked along, passing a couple zombified piglins as you did. They each had thousand yard stares like regular zombies so you didn’t pay them much mind. Though you noticed when you passed by the regular non zombie piglins they all looked at you, snorting enviously at your golden jewelry. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face. You had to admit that it was nice to have someone appreciate your accessories. The number had increased since you’d started wearing the bangles. The armorer who first made them saw you liked them and so started making more jewelry.

Now you had the bangles, a couple anklets, more than a couple necklaces (both chokers and longer ones), plenty of rings, and even some pretty dangly earrings coupled with some studs. Your ears shockingly hadn’t been pierced when you’d gone to put them in after getting the gift. Which was weird since they’d been pierced before? But it wasn’t a big deal, you’d pierced your own ears before so you just did it again. And when you’d shown the boys they’d said you looked nice but they just didn’t appreciate jewelry like you did. Though you could see the piglins certainly did, but that was probably just because they were gold. But it was nice to have someone like them regardless.

You were appreciating the gold rings on one piglin’s tusks (and idly wondering if you’d be able to do the same for your antlers?) when suddenly you heard Tommy start shrieking. And not his usual angry shriek but instead one that was full of panic and fear. You jolted when you heard him yelling Tubbo’s name frantically, sprinting towards their cries without even saying a parting goodbye to the nice piglin you’d been standing with. Which was good because without wasting time with pleasantries you were able to find Tubbo and Tommy fairly quickly. Only downside was when you found them it was with them backed against a wall in the crimson forest with nowhere to run with a very angry hoglin ramming its huge tusks against Tubbo’s rapidly breaking shield, Tommy right behind him, both screeching and cursing at each other.

You didn’t even think as you charged at the hoglin. When you got up behind it you acted on pure instinct, desperate to get it away from the two screaming kids. So you grabbed its hind leg and yanked it back, momentarily shocked at how easy it was to do so. But you couldn’t worry about that right now. You pulled the hoglin back then swung it around before tossing it a few yards back. It landed with a heavy THUD, clearly taking damage, squealing in anger as it got back up and shook itself off. Though it snorted angrily it didn’t try to attack you but instead tried to go around you to reach the two boys. But you didn’t give it the chance before you were literally grabbing it by the tusks and spinning your body around before slamming the hoglin into one of the nearby tree sized crimson fungus. It smashed through the trunk, destroying two blocks in the process. The hoglin lay crumpled on the ground, weakly trying to stand only to die shortly after when you stomped on its neck.

It disappeared with a small ‘poof’, leaving behind a hide and some raw pork. You grabbed them up before walking over to the stunned teenage boys by the wall. You started checking them over to see if they’d taken any damage and then once you were sure they were okay you started asking them why on earth they’d come to the nether without shields and weapons! Tubbo said his sword had had lower durability than he’d thought and it broke when he was fighting off the hoglin! And Tommy shamefully admitted to having his sword but… dropping his shield when they were climbing across the crimson fungus. Then he’d apparently fallen and gotten surprised by the hoglin, who had done a good chunk of damage to him before Tubbo jumped down (taking damage in the process) to try and help him. All in all the two looked super embarrassed. You just shook your head and said they were idiots, but you were glad they were alive.

While you grabbed two shields and a sword from your inventory Tommy went nuts, saying that was the coolest shit he’d ever seen anyone do ever! You gave him an amused look and asked what he meant. The killing the hoglin thing? He’d never seen someone kill a pig? He gawped at you and yelled out that NO he’d seen people kill hoglins, but he’d never seen anyone basically fight one with their bare hands! Tubbo cut in and added ‘and live!’ to the blond’s statement, which Tommy nodded along with. You just rolled your eyes and handed them the shields and Tubbo the sword before calling them silly for getting so worked up over you killing a hoglin. Then before they could rant more you pulled them both into a gentle side hug and sighed,

“I’m glad you’re both okay though, you scared me back there. I don’t want either of you getting hurt. So please be more careful, okay? For me?”

The two boys softened at that and each timidly wrapped an arm around you, feeling bad they’d worried you but… oddly happy that you cared enough to even BE worried. Which was a weird train of thought for them. Neither had any parents save for Philza, and he was mostly just a loose dad figure. He was a good guy and helped care for them but he also believed in letting them figure stuff out on their own and didn’t really offer help unless they asked for it. But you felt different. They’d only known you for a few weeks but it felt like longer. They felt safe with you in your village and yeah you had your rules but they strangely didn’t mind following them. It made you happy and when you were happy they were happy too.

Though the touching moment was brought to a sudden halt when Tommy suddenly shrieked. You and the boys looked down to see a baby hogling ramming its tusks against the blond boy’s ankles. You laughed and reached down before smacking it on the haunch, causing it to squeal in shock and run away. Tommy grumbled and cursed the small thing, making you and Tubbo snicker. But then you asked them what they needed from the Nether. Turns out they needed blaze rods and were going to loot a nether fortress. You said that sounded dangerous and asked them if they had any food to restore their health or even fire resistance potions. And well they had food so, not a total facepalm moment. But then they asked you where your weapon was, and your shield! Did YOU have food or fire resistance potions? You blinked and said you’re sure you had some of that stuff yeah.

They pestered you until you pulled out your enchanted axe and shield. You didn’t really need the shield you didn’t think but it seemed to put the two boys at ease so you carried it as you followed them through the nether. Idly you made sure to leave a trail of cobblestone behind you all, so you’d know where you’d come from and could find your way back easier. And it turns out that was a smart move because you all walked a long way, through at least 4 different biomes, before you stumbled across a nether fortress. Said structure loomed over you three, looking utterly massive and low key intimidating. You squinted and told the two boys you could see a couple zombie piglins and wither skeletons up on the landings walking around. Tommy groaned and said the wither skeletons were a pain in the ass but knocking them off the edge was pretty easy.

The rest of the evening was spent following the two around the nether fortress, helping them collect potion ingredients and fend off mobs. And to your utter shock you three had discovered that you just… didn’t take fire damage! Like, at all. You’d been busy helping them knock back a couple wither skeletons when unbeknownst to you three a blaze had approached and shot fireballs at you, hitting you square in the back. You honestly hadn’t even noticed, being too busy with helping Tommy fend off a skeleton. It was only after you knocked them all off and Tubbo yelped about you burning did you pause and ask what he was going on about. You understood when he screamed that you were on fire. And yeah, when you looked down you actually were. But it… didn’t hurt? It wasn’t even burning you or your clothes. You just blinked stupidly before simply patting it out. As you three stood there silently it seemed Tommy became fed up as he shouted,

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?”

Which just made you start laughing your ass off, only able to offer him a shrug because honestly you didn’t even know yourself at this point. Tubbo started giggling as well which eventually got Tommy to crack a smile before he broke out into laughter too. You all finished laughing and Tubbo suggested that maybe it was a fluke? Tommy nodded and said maybe you just got lucky or were in shock or something? Though that was disproved when you checked yourself and your skin and clothes were totally fine, no burns at all. Tubbo grinned and suggested testing it. You raised an eyebrow and he pulled out a flint and steel before lighting a patch of the ground on fire. Tommy’s eyes were wide but he was grinning and looking at you, probably wondering if you were actually going to do it. You were anxious, because all your previous life experience told you ‘fire bad’ but… you were curious too.

So you stuck one foot into the fire. And… nothing. It felt warm for sure. Sort of like if you stuck your hand in front of a space heater. Very warm but it didn’t hurt. So you just stepped into the fire and it crawled up your skin until it was licking at your face. But you were totally fine. Tommy and Tubbo laughed incredulously, with the blond saying this whole thing was fucking insane. He asked if you were sure you hadn’t drank any fire resistance potions? You shook your head no and Tubbo pointed out that surely they would have seen the potion particles if that were the case. Tommy hummed but agreed before saying that despite this all being neat and shit that they still had the rest of the fortress to scavenge. Tubbo followed him with you leading the rear and on your way inside the brunet laughingly said he was going to use you as a blaze shield. You just gave a fake offended gasp and just said, “Rude.” which made both boys snicker.

-0-

True to their word they’d used you like a human shield. But since you took no damage you just rolled with it, actually finding all of this pretty amusing by now. And after you’d all gathered more than enough blaze rods you’d separated from them for a bit. Mostly just sticking around the sand path that led back to the portal while they searched the rest of the fortress for nether wart and mined for glowstone dust. And while they did that you sat on a block of sand and pulled out some food to eat, mostly out of boredom than from any real desire to satiate any hunger. But while you were munching on a golden carrot a little piglin child came up to you to admire your golden jewelry. You smiled down at them, inwardly cooing over how adorable they were with their little baby tusks. And you almost died when they let out a happy squeal when you offered them a chunk of your golden carrot. You’re not sure how long you sat there with the baby piglin but after eating a couple carrots together you placed down another block of sand before using your finger to draw pictures in the sand, much to the child’s delight. They copied you and started drawing pictures too. Most of which you couldn’t recognize but they were still cute.

“OI! Reader! C’mon, we’re done!!” yelled the blond boy from up the path a ways.

The baby piglin snorted in distrust and hid a bit behind the sand block, showing they didn’t really trust the two players. You chuckled and said you were coming to the two boys before standing up and dusting yourself off. Then you glanced down at the tiny little piglin and smiled before pulling a gold ingot from your inventory. The baby piglin snorted enviously then squealed loudly when you handed them the ingot. They couldn’t take their wide eyes off of it, making you giggle at how precious they were. But sadly you had to go so you gently patted their head and said goodbye. They managed to tear their eyes away from the gold to snort sadly as you left. Part of you felt bad but the bigger part knew they couldn’t follow you to the Overworld..

After leaving the Nether you broke the portal, not wanting to risk any nether creatures accidentally stumbling through and getting hurt. And with a glance around you saw it was getting late. To the point where Tubbo and Tommy would have to rush to get back to their houses before night fell. So you saw them off, giving them some food for the trip and even giving them another hug goodbye. One you noticed they relaxed into faster than before. Then they were off, calling out goodbyes and saying they’d be back either tomorrow or the next day. You waved bye and said you looked forward to it, calling out your usual ‘be careful!’ before you couldn’t see them anymore. You frowned a little. Despite them having armor and weapons you still worried about them travelling alone at night after they visited you. You think next time you’ll walk them home. Just to make sure they were safe.

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lunamond · 2 years

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Okay I have a bunch of thoughts for the Wot Finale.

Warning! Show Spoilers for the whole season and Mild Book spoilers mostly for comparing characterisations between book and show (no plot)

This was probably the episode that left me with the most mixed feelings. However, I definitely think that my viewing is strongly coloured by my reading of the og story as a book reader.

I watched the entire show twice once with a non-reader friend and my non-reader parents. And while they do have some critiques they were very engaged and overall enjoyed the finale, so te season was definitely as success.

I personally enjoyed quite a lot of the changes and additons. Some personal favourites include the Moiraine stilling/shielding, Amalisa as a trained but weak channeler harnessing the power of wilders Egg, Ny and turning the Eye into a trap by Ishy in which he tries to tempt Rand.

However, there a lot of small things that definitely bothered me. This includes the Fake-out Nyneave, Loial and Uno death, Egwene's wonder healing, basically having all the men of Fal Dara die just for the woman to completely destroy the trolloc army (like I get the need for dramatic stakes, but why couldn’t the channelers join them at the fortress?), also Lan needing to be told Moiraine's "tell" seemed very silly (like he is a master tracker and traveled for decades with her... but he couldn’t follow her?)

Ultimately though these minor issues didn’t truely detract from my enjoyment of the episode.

However, I finally realized why I personally can't enjoy this adaptation as much as I wanted to. And most of this comes down to Rand's characterisation.

(He and Nyneave are my favourite characters, though so there is a clear bias here)

This whole season has reduced a lot of focus on Rand's character journey for the benefit of the other 4 Emond's fielders. This I actually really liked as the show has much less time to set them all up as main characters and definitely benefited from giving each of them more to do early on. This of course meant they had to streamline Rand's journey for it to still work on Tv.

To do this they decided to focus on Rand's relationship with Egwene, and while they definitely improved this relationship by a lot, it ultimately always felt like one of the least interesting beats in Rand's journey to me.

While they did touch on Rand's relationship with Tam, his friendship with Mat and his Aiel looks, these things never really came up during his big moment in the finale episode. In the end his big test came down to not taking away Egwene's free will and recognising that her ambitions are bigger than a simple farm life.

Which is fine I guess, but Rand pretty much let her chose her own fate already in Ep1 and reaffirmed her decision to become an Aes Sedai in Ep 7... which made this whole moment feel kinda hollow to me.

This, to me at least, is just much less interesting than his struggle in the books, where he feels alienated and isolated due to always having been set appart physically coupled by his discovery of his adoption and that he ethnically belongs to a group of people that are feared/hated in his community.

This made me personally really connect with his character as this is definitely something I can relate to a lot.

This whole struggle is of course a lot harder to portray on screen, but I feel that if they had used Ishy's temptation in the last episode a little more cleverly they could have shown us this identity struggle. Maybe by bringing in Tam and letting Egwene leaving him behind for bigger things play into his feeling of alienation.

Added to that I wish they had given Rand something to demonstrate not necessarily his power but the utter destruction that he could cause, as his fear of his own potential madness and the danger this represents is central to his character arc (at least to me).

Ultimately, I think a lot of this comes down to different interpretations of the books. Rafe has said multiple times that he intense to preserve the characters and their essence. However, the issue is that what makes up these characters is still highly subjectiv. So this probably means that what made me attached to Rand's character wasn’t what the writers saw as vital to him and that is fine. It doesn’t mean that it is bad adaptation or that Rafe and his team didn’t respect the books. It just means that their vision isn't mine.

#wot on prime #wot show #the wheel of time #wot 1x08 #mixed feelings #wot show spoilers #rand al'thor #imagine if rand was a woman and his big moment was a about a guy #like rj got rightfully flake for doing this to Eg in tGH

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pixie-cocaine · 3 years

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you

yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!

A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)

(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• It felt like the actual thing

• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp

• but what felt more real than anything was you

• Your scent, your taste

• Your touch...

• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality

• He was horny horny, dawg 💀

• I feel for that man, it’s tough...

• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts

• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well

• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.

• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you

• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with

• You’re no exception

• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself

Seonghwa ♡:

• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao

• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}

• Anywhore

• He felt feverish, even inside his dream

• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back

• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream

• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you

• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO

• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants

• “What the...”

• Was never the same™

• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it.

• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?

• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”

• Just wouldn’t bring it up

• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.

Yunho ♡:

• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...

• He loved looking down at you

• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment

• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust

• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;

• “Wake up.”

• His eyes shot open

• Only a blue ceiling stared back

• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face

• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water

• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that

• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(

• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually

Yeosang ♡:

• It was messy, to say the least

• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D

• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him

• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream

• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island

• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”

• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp

• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”

• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao

• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm

• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long

• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’

• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”

• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long

San ♡:

• HEATHEN

• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!

• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe.

• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.

• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.

• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.

• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-

• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man

• What did he do when he finally saw you again?

• ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨

• Not the masked uncomfort-

• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.

Mingi ♡:

• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...

• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.

• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-

• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(

• Then he woke up-

• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.

• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.

• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D

• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.

• “I had a dream about you, you know.”

Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-

Wooyoung ♡:

• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-

• Hmm.... bothered.

• That is the feeling it would pull from him.

• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.

• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.

“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”

• Then...

• Gone.

• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.

• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.

• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.

• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.

Jongho ♡:

• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?

• Upfront about it, surprisingly.

• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?

• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.

• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”

• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.

• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.

• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep.

• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.

• So... he tells you :D

• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.

• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”

• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #Smut #kpop reactions #idol reactions #idol reader

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bailey-reaper · 3 years

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How about a drabble of Barok serving as Klint's judicial assistant in his younger years, before he officially studies law to become a prosecutor? I like the idea of him becoming interested in and familiar with law from his brother. "Judicial Assistant van Zieks" has a certain ring to it.

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Notes:

Oh that's a lovely idea, anon! I'd imagine that by the time he's promoted to 'Director of Prosecutions', Klint would most likely have been a very senior barrister known as a Q.C. ('Queen's Counsel'); they're also known colloquially as 'silks' because they 'take silk' (i.e. acquire a robe made of silk) upon attaining this lofty rank.

When a barrister becomes a silk/QC, they often only handle the most difficult (and expensive) work, but they will usually have a junior barrister assisting them (i.e. doing all the work, though I doubt Klint would conduct himself like that).

I can very much imagine Klint taking Barok as his junior and allowing himself to be 'led' by the latter. The term 'leading' basically means the barrister in charge of conducting the case where there's more than one involved.

Content Warnings: legal gubbins (that's the technical term btw... it's not); I take liberties with all things van Zieks, as usual...

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Klint's office was the very best place to study as far as Barok was concerned - the vast table in the centre of the room allowed him to spread his books out while the peaceful calm was greatly conducive to reflective reading. It was as good as, if not superior to, going to the university library. "Barok!" Klint said as he entered his room and shrugged out of his formal scarlet jacket, tossing it haphazardly on a coat rack, "What a pleasant surprise-- drink?" "Good afternoon brother," he looked up and nodded in greeting, "Mm, yes please. How was court?" "Fairly standard stuff," Klint sighed as he took two glasses and poured a measure of whiskey into each. Truth be told it was yet more of the depressing hypocrisy that grew ever-apparent to him day by day, but there was no need to sour a visit from his brother with such things. He set the glass down beside Barok and held up his own in a toasting gesture. Their glasses chimed melodically before both took a sip. Barok coughed a little, still unaccustomed to way whiskey punched the back of his throat when he swallowed it, "I imagine you were splendid, as always." "Oh?" Klint chuckled, his brother truly did worship him. Then, while he leaned against his desk, an idea came to him, "Hmmm! That's a thought..." "Huh?" "How about you take on a little work experience by my side, hm? I'm sure it would be fun to have you as my junior counsel for a while." "What? Really?" Barok looked simultaneously shocked and delighted, "I'd very much like to learn at your side, brother, I imagine there is much you could teach me about court etiquette and procedure!" "Then it's settled! I'll write to your professor and tell him you're to undertake a period of practical study beside me. After all, you're planning to become a prosecutor are you not?" he knew full well his brother intended to follow in his footsteps, which was incredibly flattering-- though he did have his reservations about what such a career might do to his darling brother's character. The younger nodded, "I should very much like to become a prosecutor." "Very good," he set his glass down and sat at his desk, taking a sheet of paper and his quill in hand, "We'll have that letter sent out today!" ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── Barok had been to court many, many times but mostly to observe by way of the public gallery when safe to do so, or from a corner of the courtroom once he started being targeted due to Klint's ever-growing renown as the 'bane of criminals'. This, however, was on an entirely different scale: today he would be assisting with the proceedings -- a participant rather than a spectator. "You look nervous," Klint remarked as he stood beside his younger brother. "What... what do you mean?" "Your eyes," he said, chuckling behind his fist, "They're darting all over the place like a furtive rabbit's" "....O.. Oh..." he took a deep breath and shook his head, "I... didn't sleep much last night, my mind seemed to want to go over the case details again and again." "Mmmm, I had forgotten how it felt to be quite that nervous in court... still, it's good you feel that unsettled sense in the pit of your stomach. One should never be blasé about standing in this sombre hall of justice. It should always create a sense of disquiet, that is how you know you yet hold the essence of what it means to be an officer of the court," Klint took a glass and a decanter from under the bench and filled it with a small measure, "But, here, it doesn't hurt to settle your nerves." "Is that... whiskey?!" Barok uttered. "Yes, go on, for your nerves, little brother." He took a sip as directed, and choked again; still not used to that fiery punch in his throat, "T...thank you." Suddenly there were three loud knocks at the door followed by the court clerk's booming voice: "All persons who have anything to do before my Lords - the Queen's Justices - at the Central Criminal Court, draw near and give your attendance. God Save the Queen!" the clerk bowed to the judge then took a seat in the corner so as to record a transcript of the proceedings.

The Judge sat down, "In the name of her Majesty, Queen Victoria, I declare this court to be in session. God Save the Queen," the middle-aged man, whose hair was starting to fail him, though it was hidden under his white wig, cast his gaze over the persons in attendance, "Lord van Zieks, I see the prosecution has a junior member today." "Correct, my lord," Klint replied with a smile, "This is my younger brother, Barok, he desires to become a prosecutor, so I thought it only proper for him to accompany me on a few excursions so as to get a feel for the thing." "Quite right and very good," the Judge nodded, "I bid you welcome, young man, I hope you will learn much from your older brother, he is a skilled prosecutor and an invaluable asset to this court." "Y... Yes sir!" Barok said, standing straight to attention. Klint chuckled before placing a hand over his heart and bowing, "Thank you, my Lord, you honour me." "Now, Counsel, your opening statement, if you please." "With pleasure, my Lord..." ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── Barok dutifully passed evidence and case notes to his brother as the case progressed, while also taking notes of things that struck him as important in terms of procedure, witness testimony and the general way in which matters progressed. He also made a few notes on Klint's control of the courtroom and general demeanour; the way he eloquently developed his arguments and appealed to the Jury with a seemingly effortless, poetic grace. It was a true masterclass in courtroom conduct and he longed to commit every second of it to his memory so that he might mimic his brother's style in the future. "I already told ya!" snapped the witness in the box, "I ain't never had nothin' to do with the gobshite!" Klint sighed while removing a handsome goblet, fashioned from silver and crystal, from under the bench and filling it with a measure of whiskey, "I'm going to overlook your use of a double negative, no doubt you'd have no sense of what that actually means, and presume that you're trying to deny all knowledge of the accused." "Double wot?" "Never mind all that, " Klint took a sip, startling Barok-- was his brother drinking in court?! The Judge didn't seem remotely bothered by it, in fact no one said a word. Did he do this often?? His brother continued, "You say you don't know that man in the dock." "That's right!" "Are you sure about that?" "W-Wot?! Why'd you keep askin' me that?! If you got somethin' to say about it then say it!" the witness looked flustered and vaguely guilty to Barok's untrained eye. "I'll do better than that," Klint said, setting his goblet down, "I'll show that you're lying to me, to this court and these fine men and women of the jury." "... U..urk..." the witness bit their bottom lip, "Yer lyin'! There ain't no proof to be had!" "I don't play games of bluff, good sir. Like any lawyer worth his salt: when I assert, I go on to prove what I'm saying," he held up a document, "Do you know what this is?" ".... Looks like a bit'o paper..." "It's a contract, signed between you and the accused. A... 'gentlemans' agreement of goods and for services rendered –– you, sir, would receive the stolen property from the accused and his associates, then sell it on for them via your Pawnbrokery!" "W-Whaaaaat?!" the witness recoiled, "W...Where'd you get that?!" "It was well hidden, I'll give you that," Klint replied with a smile, "But not well enough to escape my notice. You're as involved in this intricate criminal fencing enterprise as the accused!" The court descended into a shocked furor... ──────≪⊰✥⊱≫─────── "I think this is a good place to adjourn proceedings for today," the Judge observed after the breakdown of the witness, "Bailiff, have that man arrested and handed over to the Yard so he can answer questions about his involvement in this sordid affair!" The bailiff did as ordered and apprehended the witness.

"Thank you to both Counsel's, and our young junior, for their assistance today. We shall continue again first thing on Monday. Court is adjourned!" the Judge rose, nodding to the courtroom once before leaving.

Klint turned to his little brother and grinned, "Well? How was your first real day in court, brother?" "It... it was amazing!" Barok replied, eyes practically twinkling, "I was so awed by your performance! You truly are an exceptional legal mind and practitioner, brother!" He laughed, "Stop it... you'll make me blush!" "It's true! Though, I must say... I had no idea one could drink in court or kick the prosecutor's bench... those were most flamboyant and striking displays!" "Most people can't," Klint conceded, "But, well, it seems I have a flair for the dramatic. It must run in the blood... Our lord father was a similarly passionate man when it came to matters of court –– even when he occupied the bench as a Law Lord. Many a lawyer would refer to him as 'Good Lord Kicking' behind his back!" he laughed at the thought. "Wow... really?!" "Yes, really!"

#klint van zieks #barok van zieks #request

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pendragyn · 3 years

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The Key

it's 1981 and Crowley has decided to purchase a flat, but the snobby agent won't approve their application without a character reference. Who else can they call on but Aziraphale? (Inspired by a writing prompt on @fenrir-kin 's twitch stream. 3666 words, full fic on AO3)

1981...

Mr Rust looked up from the almost unreadable scribble on the forms and narrowed his eyes as he looked over the person slouched in the right-hand chair that had been arranged just so in front of his desk. The interloper was wearing dark clothes of a popular mode that Mr Rust found abhorrent; a frilly shirt offset by a jacket with padded shoulders and wide-leg trousers that were nothing like the suits a proper man would wear. And the clothes weren’t even the worst part. And more offensive still were the large sunglasses impudently perched on the interloper’s nose and the pointed glance they gave the flashy digital watch on their wrist when the silence dragged on too long.

Mr Rust cleared their throat. “Mr Anthony J Crowley?”

“Yep, that’s me,” Crowley grinned, tossing their long curly hair over their shoulder.

Mr Rust sniffed disapprovingly and glared down at the document again. “We have been having some difficulty with your paperwork. I’m not sure that Sanctuary Realty Group can help you.”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed at that. A well applied miracle or two usually solved all those pesky little problems that came with being an unemployed immortal long before this stage of the game. “And why isss that?” Crowley asked with cool politeness.

Mr Rust sniffed again. “Well, for one, it says here that you’re not currently employed-”

“And it says there that I have a private trust which will pay for upkeep and whatnot,” Crowley pointed out, glaring from behind their sunglasses. “Can’t work, got a problem with my eyes. Bright light gives me migraines, trouble reading and the like.” Crowley leaned forward, lips curled up in a challenging smirk. “But it’s not really my lack of employment that’s the issue, is it?”

“I’m sure that I don’t know what you mean,” Mr Rust protested, his disdain clear in his expression. “We simply have certain... expectations of our clients-”

“I should imagine the number of zeros on that report are more than enough for that,” Crowley said smugly.

“Well, no.” Mr Rust smiled with grim satisfaction. “We need to know more than what you’ve disclosed about your finances, Mr Crowley. We need to know what kind of man you are.”

Crowley blinked, taken aback by the hostility in the man’s tone. “You wot?”

“You will need references Mr Crowley. Someone of good standing to vouch for your moral stature.” Mr Rust’s smile grew when Crowley frowned. “You left that spot blank you see. If you can’t find anyone, we will regretfully have to decline-”

Crowley wanted to just magic the man into compliance, but that only worked in the short term. It was playing with fire to depend on mind magics to get cooperation for longer than a few hours at most. Never had this sort of problem in the old days, Crowley thought bitterly. Then again, this wasn’t just a matter of renting, they were trying to buy a flat, and they’d never bothered with that before, well, aside from the shop for Aziraphale, but that didn’t really count, being so long ago. But the thought gave them an idea.

“Did I? Just a bit of oversight on my part. My eyes, you know.” Crowley reached into their fashionably oversized and shoulder-padded jacket and miracled up a card. It was a gamble, relying on the angel for this, but there wasn’t any other option. This flat felt right, and Crowley knew when to trust their instincts. “This should do. Call them, him,” Crowley hastily corrected, setting the card on the desk. “Mr Fell can vouch for me. Good upstanding citizen, business owner. Known me forever.”

Mr Rust barely glanced at the card and set it on his blotter. “Well, I’m sure you have important things to see to, Mr Crowley. I’ll see to this-”

“Now,” Crowley said, unwilling to be put off yet again. “No need to drag this out on my account Mr Rust. I mean, this is the only issue keeping you from approving my purchase application, isn’t it?” Crowley’s smile was all teeth. “I’m willing to wait however long it takes to get this done today. And this chair is so comfortable,” Crowley said, dragging the chair closer to the desk with a terrible screech.

Mr Rust scowled and quickly pulled his desk phone closer and slowly dialled the number on the card, frowning at Crowley in a most disapproving manner for leaning their elbow on the desk.

Crowley ignored the glare, holding their breath when they heard Aziraphale’s perky greeting once the call went through. “A Z Fell and Co, A Z Fell, proprietor, speaking.”

Mr Rust’s spirits lifted. Who in their right mind would give a so-called ‘business’ in Soho run by a man with a clearly fake name as a reference? “Ah, hello Mr Fell, I am calling about an acquaintance of yours, a Mr Anthony J Crowley?”

“Oh, Crowley... Yes, I know the fiend.”

Crowley closed their eyes at hearing that, and sat back into their chair, pressing their fingers to their eyes in dismay. Too late, Crowley recalled that Aziraphale had been a little annoyed with them the last time they’d parted. They’d prodded a little too hard during their most recent round of trying to convince the angel to make the bookshop into an actual shop with books that could be bought.But that had been weeks ago and Crowley had assumed, hoped, they’d be over that by now. Shit.But what option did they have? It’s not like they could have the man call Sergeant Shadwell or any of Crowley’s other, equally criminal, associates.

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#good omens #good omens fanfic #aziraphale #crowley #otp: ineffable #6000 years of pining #6000 years of friendship #good omens celebration #goc2021 #Land #long post #very long post

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Feelings an’ Shit Ep1: Fall (Misfits; Nathan Young x Reader)

A/N: I’m not going to follow the whole continuity of the show, and most things are going to be in between/canon divergent but there’s a handful of episodes I want to do stuff with, including the first, since it only makes sense. Word Count: 2185 Rating: T - canon-typical violence, canon-typical swearing

You watched as the curly-haired kid bounced around, taunting the other one and couldn’t resist a snort of amusement. He turned back to you, flashing you a dramatic wink and waggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, nodding back to Hat Guy who was still foaming at the mouth for a fight. Curly continued to antagonize, playing it up for the attention, and eventually Hat Guy had enough and went after him. After that, things became a bit of a blur of shouts and the probation worker pulling them apart. You made eye-contact briefly with the girl who’d been on her cell phone and you both rolled your eyes, laughing.

If only you’d known then that this moment was the last normal one you’d have.

“So what about you?” the curly-haired kid, Nate or whatever it was, asked, turning his paintbrush on you. “What’d you do gorgeous?”

You liked the sound of his lilt. But he needed to learn to shut up if you were ever going to get along with him, and you wanted to, if only because you were all stuck here.

You shrugged. “I think the official labels were disturbing the peace and intimidation. And maybe something about rioting which seems unfair. It was just a little bar brawl, and it definitely wasn’t my fault. Although I did glass that guy. So maybe it was.”

You tried to keep your voice nonchalant, painting away at the bench across from the quiet one, without looking up to see how the others reacted. If you were being honest, the crime you got stuck with wasn’t even the worst thing you had done, just the one that got attention. But these people, with their minor infractions and their ‘I shouldn’t be here’ attitudes (or maybe it was just the one guy) didn’t need to know that.

“What about you Weird Kid,” Curly continued, apparently choosing not to comment on your offense as he had the others. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a panty sniffer.”

You grimaced, offering him a sympathetic roll of your eyes. “Ignore him, he’s a moron.” you mouthed across the bench. The boy offered you a faint smile in return.

Curly continued his antics, trying to provoke your new friend who finally snapped, “I tried to burn someone’s house down.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed, as Curly whined uncomfortably, instantly backing off. You didn’t have time to comment on his own excuse for getting picked up, eating pick-n-mix, before the probation worker came back, annoyed with you all for Hat Guy’s paint spill.

Then a massive hailstone crashed into a car, and you were too scared to worry about much else. Several more fell as you all stared up at the unnatural stormcloud moving overhead, and you all took off running for the relative shelter of the building, panicked and doing your best to shield your faces and heads from the shrapnel. Some instinct made you lag behind, bringing up the rear to make sure that everyone stayed together, no one got left behind.

You were just coming up on the rest of the group, the probation worker unhelpfully taking the time to lecture them about their language, when there was a flash of light and you felt yourself get thrown backwards.

You came back to your senses a moment later, sprawled on the concrete, entire body aching like the worst hangover you’d ever had, times ten. Smaller but still massive hail smashed on the ground around you as you and the others slowly sat up or climbed to your feet.

The probation worker seemed to be having some sort of fit as you all discussed what had just happened and whether everyone was alright.

“We just almost got killed by freak lightning and hail. Fuck what anybody says, I’m outta here,” you snapped, dusting yourself off with some attempt at dignity.

“She’s right,” the probation worker groaned, making you turn to gape at him. “Maybe we should call it a day.”

The next day passed in a blur: finding Hat Guy dead, the probation worker going berserk and nearly killing you all, super powers? It was all too much. By the time you were all out digging holes under the overpass, you found the activity strangely calming.

You tried not to think too hard about that fact, since apparently Kelly could hear you. You debated offering a (metaphorical) hand of friendship to Alisha, maybe suggest some self-defense classes to help counter her fucked up powers, but seeing the way she snapped at Curtis you decided against it, for now. Then you were startled out of your thoughts by Nathan draping an arm around your shoulders.

“So it looks like just the two of us that haven’t figured out our powers yet,” he observed, leaning on you.

You side-stepped out of his grasp, causing him to stumble, nearly ending up in Tony’s grave with him, and hid your smirk behind your hand.

“What’s your point?” you asked, tired and irritated and not wanting to put up with his shit.

“Maybe we should spend some extra time together, figure it out.” He waggled his eyebrows, a behavior you were starting to notice was a habit of his.

‘This arrogant sod,’ you thought. ‘He’s really got the nerve to be standing there, not doing any work, hitting on me, while we are burying bodies. Who the hell does he think he is?’

You were furious, the more you thought about it.

Suddenly, a wave roiled up from the river, crashing over Nathan, knocking him to the ground in a sopping puddle.

“What the hell?” Alisha shrieked, jumping back from the splash zone.

“Y/N. I think you did that,” Kelly pointed out.

You stared, wide-eyed. “No way.”

“Ya were gettin’ pissed at Nathan, I heard it. Then he gets dunked on.”

“No. That’s...that would be...not fair.”

“You think having some sort of water control power isn’t fair?” Alisha looked like she was going to start something and you backed away, trying not to cry or vomit from the fear. “It’s a million times better than my shit power.”

“No. You don’t understand…” you felt like your throat was closing up. “It would be...sick. A sick joke. The universe can’t have that kinda humor.” You looked wildly around at them, five pairs of eyes fixed on you, trying to breathe and not think.

“Let’s just finish burying the bodies,” you said shakily, “forget this ever happened, and get out of here, yeah?”

The next morning you dragged yourself up out of bed, forcing yourself to dress in some ratty jeans and a tank top, braiding your hair with trembling fingers as you got ready for day three of community service. Even if there wasn’t going to be a probation worker there, even if you just went and then left, you had to make everything look as normal as possible.

“So, if anyone asks,” you heard Nathan say softly as you, Alisha, and Kelly all passed the guys on their way out of the locker room and your way in to change. “It was just a completely normal day.”

“Actually…” you caught their attention, holding them back a moment. “The new probation worker’s in there right now, digging around the office. They’re going to ask us questions, and we need to have our stories straight.”

“What story?” he protested, a little too loudly, earning a glare from Kelly and Curtis. “We saw nothing, we did nothing.”

“They’re not going to buy it. We were the last people to see either of them, and now they’re missing with no sign of where they went.”

“So what do you suggest, if you’re the mastermind with all the answers?”

You glared at him, then licked your lips nervously. “Look, I’m not going to volunteer it outright, but if we have to, I’ll tell them it was me.”

“Wot?!” Kelly asked, staring at you like you had just sprouted a new head.

“It’ll suck but better one of us goes down than all of us. I’m the one it’s most believable from.”

“No! No way!” You were surprised that Alisha was fighting you on it, expecting her to be the first to throw you under a bus in order to get away from it herself. “You’ll go to prison!”

“Or we all will. I’m just being practical. If we’re lucky, they think we don’t know shit and we all walk away. But if they start asking questions, real questions,” you set your jaw, steeling yourself for the story you were going to spin. “Tony and I got in a fight over the shit he said while we were takin’ shelter from the storm. I got pissed, and I hit him until he stopped moving. Made you help me move the body. Then Hat Guy, what’s his name, was gonna snitch so I killed him too.”

“I don’t like this,” Curtis cut in. Nathan nodded slowly in agreement, eyebrows furrowed and far more serious than you had seen him so far.

“What happens to you if we do this?” Alisha asked.

“They slap me in cuffs,” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, trying and failing to cut the tension. “Drag me down to the station, ask me a bunch more shit. Then I go away for a long time for murder, or they don’t believe me and I’m back on Monday.”

“Even if they don’t believe her,” Simon offered hesitantly. “They’ll be less likely to look at the rest of us. She has no reason to cover for us. We’re practically strangers.”

“Exactly.” You snapped your fingers, pointing at Simon. “See, he gets it.”

“Why would ya take the fall for us?” Kelly asked.

You considered her question for a while, not really sure of the answer yourself. Then you sighed and shrugged, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jeans.

“I’m real good at screwin’ up, and lucky I’m not already jailed for it. Least now I can use that fact for a good cause.”

Nathan watched as the girl walked over to her locker in the back, casual as can be as if she hadn’t just offered to go down for a double murder. He tried not to show on his face how impressed, or turned on, he was.

He considered staying, trying to catch a glimpse of her and see if her body was as dangerous and sexy as her mind seemed to be.

“Yer disgusting,” Kelly scoffed, glaring at him until he left behind the other guys.

The six of you stood in a line, uncomfortable and awkward as you faced your new probation worker. She introduced herself as Sally, and said she’d been sent to take over your supervision.

“Gary and my colleague, Tony, have both been reported missing,” she continued, staring at each of you in turn, as if a little eye contact could drive her point home. “Their families are really worried about them.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing for a second that either of those two assholes had anyone out there looking for them. You tried, slightly, to hide your boredom.

“Did any of you see anything unusual? Anything at all?”

Everyone glanced at each other uncomfortably out of the corners of eyes, shifting weight from foot to foot.

‘They’ve got nothing,’ you found yourself thinking with relief. ‘Everyone keeps their mouth shut and it might actually work.’

Suddenly Nathan raised a finger in the air, looking nervous and uncomfortable, one might even call it scared, and you swore under your breath. Were you really so wrong to trust them, him? Was he about to snitch? Of course an idiot like him couldn’t stick to a cover story. Your mind raced, debating if you should start running and try for a lead on the cops.

“A few days ago, I go into the toilets, Tony and Gary are in there - they’re butt naked. Tony’s got Gary by his hair - like this. He’s doing him - doggie-style,” you gaped as Nathan carried on.

“Or...we could go with that,” you muttered watching Nathan’s antics and rubbing your forehead to stave off the growing headache (a headache you suspected was going to be semi-permanent and named Nathan Young).

“I ask you - in a world of prejudice and intolerance - who are we, who are we to condemn them?”

Sally scoffed, rolling her eyes and storming off to the office.

“Who wants a smoke?” Kelly asked, nodding her head toward the stairs, and you all followed, headed for the roof.

“What the fuck was that down there?” you shouted at Nathan, gesturing angrily.

“It was me, improvisin, actin. I think I did a pretty good job, don’t ye?” he grinned smugly at you.

“I think you’re an idiot, and almost ruined the whole thing. Now even if I do try to take the fall, at the very least, your goose is cooked too.”

“So don’t try. I think we got away with it.”

“D’you actually believe that?” Curtis asked, staring dumbfounded at Nathan. “Or are you just really dumb?”

#aka the Sarah Tucker Timeline #same shit. new continuity #Nathan Young x reader #Misfits fic #(see I feel like me trying to cover/tweak the events of the episode is...not that good #I should stick to hopping about claiming bits and wedging myself in gaps)

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