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ravenadottir · 3 years

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What do you think Kassam’s route would have been like if he had been one of the og boys, and how would his character have developed

my guy, i think i had a braingasm the moment i saw this ask! this is such a cool galaxy brain question, i can’t even...

‘cause i think so much about the possibility of kassam as an og, it’s actually ridiculous!! but in order to put him on day 1, i would have to put one of the boys in casa amor, and i’m choosing gary. that’s because lottie is gonna take interest in kassam right away. let me organize these thoughts in order of happenings in the villa...

♪ when mc steps outside, he’s lowkey interested, but he keeps his hands behind his back, only giving her a nod, accompanied by a smirk, when she says hi.

♪ “if any of you fancy me, please step forward.” kassam would be discreetly stepping forward, shooting her a neutral look, since he doesn’t want to come across as desperate, but a wink is also happening.

♪ “why did you step forward, kassam?” “i think we’re gonna hit it off, and you seem like a real sound girl.” bobby would say something like “ha! get it, because he’s a dj!” and laugh, but the prickly boy wouldn’t even look at him, focusing on mc.

♪ if mc chose to couple up with him, he would stand by her side, whispering his conversation, slightly analyzing the other boys.

♪ when lottie struts out, not gonna lie, he’s gonna think she’s attractive, but maybe a little intimidating. i do believe if she stole him (which i very much want to do here, since it’s an o.g kassam route), he’ll be standing next to her, but glancing at mc’s direction.

♪ the truth or dare challenge would probably be the opportunity to send him the picture, but if mc decided to kiss her partner i think that would “scare” kassam a bit. just because i don’t think he’s into p.d.a.

♪ he would have a lot of trouble relating/talking to anyone, because he automatically hates rocco, and for sure has some issues with how much rocco and bobby talk. which leads me to believe he would be closer to noah and ibrahim. (IT’S SO FREAKY TO THINK ABOUT THAT!!).

♪ priya is still gonna steal mc’s partner, which is not a big deal because she’s more interested in kassam than anyone else.

♪ kassam having more time in the villa means he’s also gonna open up to mc, eventually, and i think that’s what i wanted the most in casa amor. something to make us understand why he’s been closed up and extremely on edge at all times, like having the ear tick, the nerves, the quietness, if there’s anything to be talked about, mc would be person he would go to.

♪ music is probably what helps him relax, and right now he’s deprived of that, in every instance, so if the game wanted me to pay gems to bang some pots and do the glasses’ rim trick with him, i would a hundred percent be paying for that!

♪ bobby being musical himself would definitely blossom a connection between them. something that would make him a little fonder of cake boy. “i was wrong to judge you so fast, i guess.” and this could’ve been the “rap gang” throwback to season 1, having kassam doing beats, bobby doing the harmony, probably ibrahim rapping nonsense along with mc, and getting weird lines out of it! i would pay gems every time, i don’t care how much that would cost!

♪ as the recoupling approaches, kassam says he wants to couple up with us, but because bobby and he weren’t so close, the pastry chef has no idea of the dj’s intentions, proceeding to pick us.

♪ bobby’s choice forces kassam to choose between marisol and hannah, and going for the law student would be the obvious pick. but so much more awkward than gary’s was, because kassam wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s into someone else.

♪ marisol and kassam would be a friendship couple from the get go, because they have nothing in common, and that would probably make marisol realize her attraction towards rocco earlier.

♪ i do believe kassam would’ve been a cheeky sort, not the type that gary is, but definitely sneaking around to steal a kiss or two. “i don’t know what’s happening to me. i wouldn’t usually do this...” he smiles, almost not noticing it. “... but i feel close to you... it’s weird...”

“wow, kassam, thanks...”

“no, no i don’t mean like that... i’m just not used to it. you’re not the weird part of all this.”

“and what is?”

“me...” he proceeds to laugh uncomfortably.

♪ twitter bingo would have a fact about him, possibly a secret kiss, but it’s not revealed who he had it with.

♪ mr. love island. his “swimsuit” portion would be similar to lucas’, flexing his arms once he gets out of the pool, direct advice from noah, rahim and bobby. his talent would definitely include music in, possibly doing those beatbox tricks with two or three layers of sound... maybe even the low bass voice, which it’s honestly... SO FUCKING HOT. it would be a tough competition. between ibrahim doing the rubik’s cube trick shirtless, and kassam doing this... i don’t think noah or bobby would stand a chance!

♪ roccosol is still happening, and kassam is baffled by how much lottie is lying through her teeth, and shouting about the matter, since she was already talking to him behind rocco’s back. remember the welcome party for lucas and henrik? which would also mean kassam doesn’t take much heat from food/drinks, and that’s funny to me, for some reason!

♪ i do think instead of rahim, kassam would’ve been voted as “least dateable/leaving the show with a girlfriend. not endangered like lucas/henrik/rocco, but definitely voted. mc having the opportunity of the firepit conversation would end up in a kiss, and the angst is just taken on a new level!

♪ the date with him, before the recoupling on day 9, would be the chance we have to get to know him better, maybe having him tell us an embarrassing story about a gig he had. and if it was an ex’s story, even better! we don’t have that from him.

♪ hideaway scene, after the girls’ choice, would have him slightly less confident than he usually is. “i’m really excited to be here with you, i just don’t know exactly what to do.”

“i mean, if you don’t know, i don’t think i can get a biology book here.”

he would probably chuck a pillow in your direction and laugh at your joke. “i’m just nervous, i guess... i’m not used to feeling nervous around girls.”

♪ now! here’s the tricky part of the whole villa plotline in his route. operation nope. if mc went with it, he would end things, loudly and clearly, because he cannot stand betrayal, much less coming from the girl he spent so many days chasing. and he would probably advise MC to tell hope about it before it happened. kassam should be the type that breaks up with you and don’t want you back, later. i would definitely program him to act like that!

♪ drama to him is pointless, especially if it involves other people. he doesn’t see why people are being so out there about things, and definitely doesn’t understand why his girl has to be the one to solve everything. “i understand they’re upset but it’s not your job to fix it.”

♪ chelsea coming in, along with jakub, would irritate him to the extreme. the bomb she drops about him and lottie would have everyone riled up. YES, I WANT KASSAM TO KISS LOTTIE. they were coupled up before and he thinks she’s hot, besides the fact he was insecure about mc being picked by bobby. similar plot line to gary’s, except he might say something like “i had to know if there was anything there.” i really want him to explain himself here, but with short words: “we were coupled up just an hour before the recoupling. i wanted to make sure there was nothing there.”

“and...?” mc asks, staring at him.

he glances at lottie, shrugging. “there isn’t.”

♪ as revenge, mc would go on the date with jakub, resulting in kassam being apprehensive when it comes to talk about his feelings to her. and very angry and jealous, because that’s just who he is!

♪ the news about the recoupling arrive the night priya and hope are having that big fight, and yes, the bathroom scene happens with kassam, but he’s one of the boys that say the line “i want this to mean something to you”.

♪ disaster recoupling gets you both angry, and kassam would, for the first time, raise his voice, questioning jakub and the boy who steals mc. no, he wouldn’t be like the others and only question jakub or no one. at that point, everything is working against him, and just two days after mc finds out about the secret kiss, this is throwing him into a spiral of stress.

♪ casa amor gets everyone pissed off, and everything stays the same, except you get gary instead of kassam, and he’s interested in lottie and mc. (maybe the unicorn route wouldn’t happen). but casa days would’ve been way more interesting because now marisol and lottie are interested in the same guy! and in some cases, mc as well lol NOW, THAT WOULD’VE MADE CASA INTERESTING!

♪ cheeky the way gary is, he’s probably trying to stick with one girl by suggesting a kiss, sharing the bed and etc, but if mc is not interested in him, lottie would probably be torn about bringing him back or not, and marisol would get confused between gary and graham, proceeding to focus on fish boy, later.

♪ coming back from casa amor, kassam is single, and you get bean bags conversation, only with him he says how anxious he was for mc to come back. “i’m just... really glad you’re here. i...” he stammers a bit. “i missed you.”

“did you miss lottie too?” mc would raise her brows, slightly irritated.

“no, of course not! i missed...” realizing she’s being prickly, just like him, he continues. “har, har... very funny.”

“i didn’t think it was funny finding out you kissed her.”

“i wouldn’t think that either... i’m sorry i didn’t tell you.”

♪ the route is pretty much the same from there, except for a couple of moments:

one: the conversation we have with gary, by the pool, is held by kassam, and he talks about anxiety, and how that affected his relationships in the past. he didn’t know how much he missed out because he was too afraid of taking the leap, and he’s glad he’s in a better place now. also, talking about therapy and mental illness in the same tone gary did, with body issues.

two: he would make a comment of how excited he is to write songs about mc, and how much he has been thinking of his journey and the album he’s gonna dedicate to his time there.

♪ asking mc to be his girlfriend would go a little differently, since he’s not the blob of characterization he normally becomes in the game.

♪ he would continue to be prickly, and sarcastic, but his journey would’ve taught him how to trust people more, and the improbable friendships he developed there would go to show just how much he’s opening up, and how it can only get better from there.

♪ his speech, at the prom, would include his friends, mentioning them as the support system he had in there, just like one of the girls do with mc. “my journey wouldn’t have been the same if it wasn’t for you lads. and despite the bad advice i got, i guess everything worked out in the end.”

i really think kassam deserved a spot in the og’s line up, mostly because of how different he is from the other boys. he would probably have a brief friendship with lucas if the physiotherapist stayed, too.

hope this is what you were looking for. thank you so much for this ask!

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twilightofthe · 4 years

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Anakin Skywalker Has ADHD. Here’s Why:

I’ve noticed during my time as a neurodivergent person in the Star Wars community that Anakin, a favorite character of mine, displays a lot of neurodivergent traits. Other people have noticed this too; in particular, @bpdanakins has made a really in depth and detailed post explaining how Anakin having BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) makes a whole lotta sense. I’ve got ADHD, so this post is gonna be about how I as an ADHD individual see Anakin Skywalker as having ADHD too!!!

Note: Symptoms of ADHD include inability to focus and disorganization. I have ADHD. This post is gonna be a wee bit disorganized and I probs won’t be the best at citing a million sources cuz I do not have the mental focus to do that right now. Thank ye.

So, what is ADHD? (Complicated. The answer is complicated.) (If you don’t want the general ADHD lecture, just scroll down to where I start talking about Anakin particularly).

ADHD, or Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, is a neurological disorder that impairs the brain’s executive functions. People with ADHD have trouble with impulse-control, focusing, and organization. Basically, ADHD is a developmental weakness in how the brain manages itself. I like to picture it like a filing cabinet. Everyone else’s brain has a neatly sorted, labeled, and organized cabinet full of drawers that contain typical brain executive function commands. ADHD people’s brains have a monkey in them that runs around screeching loudly, ripping labels off drawers, rearranging stuff, throwing the files everywhere, eating the papers and generally making a gigantic mess, so whatever you need to go to the drawers to look for something, it takes you ten times longer to find the mental command you need to do if it’s even still there-- and also the monkey is biting your leg the entire time.

People tend to say that this monkey infestation is a gift because sometimes, occasionally, the monkey will rearrange the papers in a different, special way that makes a beautiful picture that no one’s seen before and you can share it for the world to enjoy and everything’s great, you’re just quirky! People tend to forget that it can be like that, but 90% of the time it’s more like the monkey has decided to take a massive shit all over the one specific paper you needed really badly and then put it in front of your foot so you step in it and don’t notice until people point out you’re tracking monkey shit paper everywhere. Anyway.

ADHD is a complex condition and difficult to diagnose because it has so many different varying symptoms, and one person who has ADHD may experience none of the symptoms than another person who also has ADHD does and vice versa because there is a lot. ADHD also tends to go unnoticed because it overlaps symptoms with a LOT of other mental illnesses an individual might have, so you might not even know you have ADHD if you’re also, say, autistic or bipolar, or again vice versa, because there’s a lot of “same hat” stuff going on there.

ADHD also can have its own subcategories of mental illness that can also stand on their own, like ADHD-induced anxiety or ADHD-induced depression. It can be really confusing to know everything going on in your head and put a label on it; for example for me, my doctors and I think I’ve got a separate anxiety disorder that works on its own that my ADHD makes worse, but that the depressive episodes I can suffer likely stem from my ADHD, and don’t need to be tackled individually or say that I have depression.

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) has previously identified three subtypes of ADHD:

Primarily Hyperactive-Impulsive type: Mainly have impulse control problems, tend to be impulsive, impatient, and interrupt others. They fidget, hate sitting still/need to be in constant movement, tend to blurt out what’s on their mind or do what they feel like without thinking it through. They’re constantly up with the thoughts in their head and have difficulty focusing on a single task unless they’re in hyperfocus mode (explaining more later)

Primarily Inattentive type: Are easily distracted and forgetful. Tend to be daydreamers who lose track of memories and personal items with regularity.

Primarily Combined type: Tend to display a mixture of both symptoms. I was diagnosed as a child with the combined type but leaning more towards inattentive.

Anakin and Signs of ADHD:

SO. For starters, I see Anakin as primarily combined type with heavy leanings toward hyperactive-impulsivity. While this type is used to describe the stereotypical hyper little boy media tends to paint ADHD people as, adults can have it too and I see it a lot in Anakin. ADHD magazine ADDitude gives examples of adults with h-i ADHD as people who find difficulty in waiting around for anything, interrupt others in conversation, make impulsive decisions, and have reckless driving skills. Sound at all like someone we know?

Now Anakin absolutely checks all of the above boxes, but it’s way more than that, though. I looked up Healthline’s basic signs and symptoms of Adult ADHD, and I am going to run down the list to show how basically all of them apply to Anakin Skywalker in one way or another. Let’s begin!

Anakin and LACK OF FOCUS: ADDitude suggests that saying ADHD people don’t have attention might be a bit misleading. More accurately, ADHD people have tons of attention, we just can’t harness it in the right direction at the right time with any consistency. In canon, it is made very clear to us very early on that Anakin has issues with some of the more spiritual aspects of Jedi training, like meditation, because he does not possess the focus necessary to concentrate. We get other times when Anakin’s on missions with Obi Wan, where it is made clear Anakin has read the mission brief, but he hasn’t done a good job on it as he’s overlooked something. He gets distracted while in diplomatic situations and Obi Wan needs to tell him to pay attention. Palpatine is able to pull sketchy shit because he knows how to slip under Anakin’s radar while he’s not too focused on him. Anakin isn’t always aware of his surroundings, seeing as how basically everyone who knows him knows about Padmé because he’s not good at being subtle; he’s not good at reading a room. Canon has established that Anakin, while brilliant, has a very flighty attention span and unless it’s something that is deeply important to him or made glaringly obvious, his brain has a tendency to skip over it, and makes him less aware.

Anakin and HYPERFOCUS: The flip side of ADHD focus issues. While our brains don’t always want to pay attention to important rules or other peoples’ emotions or basically anything presented to us that we find boring in any shape or form, if we find something we like, we LATCH. ON. And we cannot stop concentrating on it, up until the point that we lose track of time and ignore others around us. In canon, it is shown very easily what Anakin hyperfocuses on. He’s described in several SW books and is shown in show and movies to completely go into a zone when in combat mode. He’s good at it, he enjoys it, and saber skills is easily something that he can concentrate and get lost in. Another obvious one is mechanics. We see briefly in TCW and bits in the movies where when Anakin is fixing something or piloting something, he kind of drifts away from reality-- he’s got an ear on the situation if there’s danger of course, but he goes just solidly into Tech Mode where all he concentrates on is whatever he’s fixing/piloting at the moment, and that’s why he’s so skilled at what he does. It’s also possible to hyperfocus on specific ideas or opinions, which you can see in basically every argument Anakin ever gets into with someone. He’s like a dog with a bone on a topic he wants to discuss Right Now This Very Second and he will not let it go, nor will he allow you to either, because when we hyperfocus, our fixation can bleed into conversation until it takes control of the conversation, without us even knowing we’re doing it, so it can be surprising/embarrassing when someone points out we’re doing it.

Anakin and DISORGANIZATION: ADHD people basically struggle with organizational skills. While we don’t see much of Anakin’s living spaces, we can see from the brief TCW snippets that his living quarters are a little cluttered. However, he does run a relatively neat army-- though we don’t know how much of that has Rex, Ahsoka, Obi Wan, or someone else to thank for it. In Anakin, most of the disorganization we see is in his mind. Priorities can be an issue for ADHD people, and Anakin tends to prioritize the wrong thing at the wrong time at certain points. He doesn’t always know what to say or how to say it, making him awkward and not very eloquent when speaking.

Anakin and TIME MANAGEMENT PROBLEMS: An issue that goes hand-in-hand with disorganization. We have trouble using time effectively. We procrastinate on things we don’t want to do, show up late, ignore things we consider boring, and the idea of the future or the past is overwhelming and or scary to us and can cause panic-- we need to focus on the now and the now alone because if we try to cross that bridge before we get to it, we might end up burning it. All throughout TCW, we get Obi Wan in particular, but others as well, harping on Anakin for showing up late. And, uh, he kinda does. He makes it, he always does, but it’s always at the last minute just when everyone’s worried he’s not gonna show up. He sometimes doesn’t go to important meetings. He puts off paperwork. Lots of people use all of this to make fun of him, be like “ah, he’s a bad Jedi, he’s lazy”, but like, that’s standard ADHD time management issues. And fear of the future? Hoo boy... Anakin may handle his fears of the future in the literal worst way possible, but that overwhelming anxiety that everything’s rushing at you so fast and holy shit, you don’t have your shit together NOW, what the hell are you gonna do THEN, holy shit holy shit everyone’s gonna DIE PANIC PANIC DANGER PANIC-- Like, I get that. I really do. Fear of the future and inability to manage time overlap a lot.

Anakin and FORGETFULNESS: ADHD have a tendency to forget important stuff, but here is where I remind y’all that not all ADHD people experience all the same symptoms, because Anakin actually has a really damn good memory. Boy is sharp, he recalls really obscure stuff, and if you piss him off/do him a favor, he’s remembering that to his deathbed. Anakin, however, does display what is common in ADHD people, having a selective memory. This goes hand in hand with our attention issues. We remember what we focused on and that sticks in our mind: hopes, fears, interests, stuff like that. Anything else? Eh, if we didn’t notice it then, we’re not noticing it five years from then, or even five minutes from then. That you can see in Anakin, where people like Ahsoka and Obi Wan have to teasingly remind him of important stuff that he tends to just shrug off like “oh yeah that thing that I didn’t care about then and don’t really care about now”, or he feels guilty cuz “oops I didn’t notice it then so now I’m lost”

Anakin and IMPULSIVITY: Aight y’all, this probably requires the least amount of explanation for Anakin Skywalker cuz the Star Wars narrative calls him impulsive like every ten seconds xD ADHD people with impulsivity can be socially inappropriate (Anakin, always managing to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, king of escalating tense situations because he blurts out whatever he feels like), interrupt others (something Padmé and Ahsoka have both canonically called him on doing, he does it to plenty of others as well, Vader does it all the damn time by just force-choking people silent), rushing through tasks (”Oh Anakin, always on the move”. He does not wait, he makes up plans as he goes, he’s constantly in motion), ACTING WITHOUT MUCH CONSIDERATION TO THE CONSEQUENCES (Examples: The entirety of Star Wars episodes 1-6, Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Anakin and EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS: Alright, maybe THIS is the one that requires the least amount of explanation, haha. ADHD peoples’ emotions seem constantly in flux. We get bored easily and need constant entertainment. (Anakin running off doing crazy stuff seemingly for fun) Small frustrations always feel like the end of the world because it takes over our entire brain. (Anakin being “overdramatic/overreacting”) The slightest sense of rejection or negativity towards our ideas or anything we do can read as total hatred (this is called Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, it SUCKS) so we’re oversensitive about criticism of basically anything. RSD also means we’re paranoid that we’re not noticing other people’s emotions, so we always tend to worry everyone else hates us or our friends are going to leave us-- we have serious abandonment issues. (Basically all of Anakin worrying about the Jedi’s image of him, worrying about Padmé and Obi Wan loving him, freaking out over Ahsoka leaving, etc.) Our mind is focusing on a million things at once so our emotions run super quickly, causing what looks like mood swings because in the time it takes someone to get surprised, we’ve already gone through surprise, confusion, realization, betrayal, fury, and sadness and are now “randomly” crying in front of you (Anakin and his mood swings). Focus issues make us not realize that something we’re doing is upsetting/bothering someone unless they flat out say it, so we may seem mean/inconsiderate/careless (ok, not excusing that part of Anakin’s personality is that he’s just kind of a dick lol, but other stuff that he does seems accidental; he doesn’t want to hurt anyone he loves).

Anakin and POOR SELF-IMAGE: HOOOO BOY THIS IS GONNA BE FUN! So adults with ADHD are often hypercritical of themselves, which can lead to a poor self-image. I do this a lot, and I can’t really explain why, just that I am frustrated with myself and need validation from outside sources. Anakin verbally expresses this to Padmé and Palpatine in Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith especially with all his “I’m not the Jedi I’m supposed to be” bits, how he constantly puts pressure on himself in the novels to be “the very best, I have to be better than everyone, I SHOULD be”, the conflict with that Chosen One label and whether he believes it or not and the pressure he feels from others to fulfill it, to be the Hero With No Fear when he’s fucking terrified all the time. He’s relentlessly hard on himself for his failures and is always looking for an insult in others’ words (Like if Obi Wan gives him gentle concrit, Anakin will subconsciously tear it apart to turn it into how Obi Wan has found an error with all of him and hates him and Anakin sucks). For all his pride in his abilities, Anakin really does not like himself, poor dear, and seeks outside validation in Padmé, Palpatine, and Obi Wan.

Anakin and LACK OF MOTIVATION: Also ties back to focus issues again, if we don’t like it, our brain won’t focus on it, and we can’t convince ourselves to do it. We can see this in times where Anakin has to be gently (or not so gently) prodded by Obi Wan or Ahsoka or someone into doing some Jedi business Anakin considers annoying.

Anakin and RESTLESSNESS AND ANXIETY: It’s described as our “motor won’t shut off”. We always need to keep moving and doing things, and we get frustrated when we can’t do something immediately. There are also bodily tics with fidgeting or frequent hand movements. We see this several times with Anakin during wartime, where he’s practically vibrating over having to play the long waiting game instead of rushing in and getting the job done immediately (See: on Naboo where Anakin is pacing a hole into the floor and Obi Wan is telling him to kindly chill pls). Part of his issues in ROTS happen when he’s worked himself up into a frenzy over sitting not knowing what to do over what’s scaring him so he jumps the gun and goes with the first available (awful) option. I don’t remember if this is Hayden or if this is me projecting, sorry, but I always feel that when I watch Hayden in the movies, he always portrays Anakin as vaguely squirmy/fidgety, not really ever sitting PERFECTLY still, like he’s always moving some body part, fiddling with something in his hands or on his clothes. In TCW and the OT especially, we see how hand-wavey he is when he talks, especially when he’s pissed, then the Finger Wag Of Doom comes out, but his hands are ALWAYS in motion.

Anakin and FATIGUE: It’s as the word describes it, we feel tired. All the craziness in our head is overwhelming and we just. Feel. Tired. We don’t see this as clearly in Anakin because all the Jedi seem fatigued, they’re fighting a fucking hopeless war, but it’s definitely there. He has sleeping problems with his dreams and nightmares that spawn from his anxiety that could easily be ADHD-induced; they’re there.

Anakin and HEALTH PROBLEMS: Long story short, it’s basically all your ADHD issues making you neglect to take care of yourself. We see how Anakin has unhealthy coping mechanisms, neglects sleep, and throws himself into reckless, dangerous situations. He does not take care of himself very well at all.

Anakin and RELATIONSHIP ISSUES: Ruh roh... Aight, so all of the symptoms above can very obviously prove to be hurdles in professional, romantic, or platonic situations. We can see how all the above examples in Anakin have in one way or another caused an argument between himself and basically everyone he loves (Obi Wan, Padmé, Ahsoka), people he has to work with (the Jedi council, anyone he gets assigned to on a mission), and anyone else. He’s not called a human disaster for no reason, his actions can make him rub people very much the wrong way, and being kind of lonely and awkward and with not many friends is unfortunately a common occurrence in the lives of ADHD people (It happened to me, and I would consider myself much more of a pleasant individual than Anakin (no offense, hon), other people who met me just thought I was “strange” and that was that).

WHEW. So yes, all of the above state my reasons why I think Anakin Skywalker has ADHD (as well as anxiety, but that’s another post). Please remember once more that these are MY EXPERIENCES AS AN INDIVIDUAL WITH ADHD and that once again, NOT ALL ADHD PEOPLE SHARE THE SAME EXPERIENCES/SYMPTOMS

I will give the two articles I bothered fact-checking with below, the one from Healthline and from ADDitude

If y’all wanna talk more about ADHD!Anakin or any other ADHD Star Wars characters or just neurodivergent Star Wars character headcanons with me, my inbox and DM’s are always open, I love talking about this!!!!!!!!!

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sassystarkinatorwrites · 4 years

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Just like fire!

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From Johnny:

Things has started to happen so fast around them now as Reed now with blood trailing from the side of his mouth from Johnny’s punch found himself pinned against the wall. Johnny didn’t react, didn’t try to stop his husband from what he was doing because the one thing he always knew was, if you were on the receiving end of any kind of violence from Tony, then you damn well deserved it. And boy did he deserve everything that was happening to him. Casually leaning back against Tony’s desk he folded his arms over his chest as he watched them both. Not like Reed would be able to overpower Tony one bit, but if by some slim chance that was to go down then Johnny was also ready to run at him. "I will still never see what my sister sees in you.” he shook his head, the look of disappointment written all over his face. This was all his fault, he had now lost his powers because of Reed, Tony was now stuck with them and had almost died because of it, and of course the world had turned to complete shit. All down to this man’s stupid obsessions with science. He half grumbled as he heard the forced apology, lifting his eyes he almost rolled them. His sorries meant nothing now, all that mattered was fixing this mess and doing it soon. Glancing over at Tony as he let him go Johnny did smirk though, there was something extra too about watching him bring Reed to his knees like this as he then slumped to the floor and was clutching his throat just as Sue then appeared. Of course she would run to him, that was the dutiful thing to do, Johnny might have wanted to have another round at punching him but his sister did love this man, she would be the only reason he wasn’t over there finishing the job. He parted his lips to speak to her just as he heard…. that…. voice. Snapping his head around and seeing Von Doom he could feel the rage burning up inside him again, if it wasn’t for Tony slipping his hand into his and squeezing it then maybe he would have just lost it. Pulling Tony in closer he knew too that he was baiting him. Okay so there was someone more than Reed that he wanted to punch right now. “No amount of money is going to fix this, so how about you all just shut up and get on with it.” He bit into the inside of his cheek, luckily for Victor he didn’t have his powers but he didn’t know that yet. Glaring at Johnny he simply raised a brow in return as he leaned in closer to his husband. “Soon as I have these powers back I think the first thing I’m gonna do is throw that jackass off the roof.” he kept his voice low, the thought of him having poisoned Tony only making him worse. The board then caught his eye as he slipped his hand from Tony’s and moved over towards it. Bending down he picked it up, moving it around in his hands like he was hoping that it would shift the powers back. “So what do we first?” he looked around at them all, three of the top money men with the intel on just about anything combined. They had to move quickly though as the sounds of sirens below were just getting worse.

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It was easy to pretend someone didn't exist when they weren't around you but now with Victor Von Doom standing infront of him taunting him again, it was bringing back memories of before. How if it wasn’t for Dum-e and JARVIS helping him back then, he would surely be dead. How he had given Victor the satisfaction of having fear in his eyes and how he was right....he still didn't take drinks or anything from people apart from Johnny and he was the reason behind it and Tony didn't like to mentally admit that to himself.

For a split second, his fingers trembled as they gripped onto Johnny’s, he wasn't sure if he wanted to push him out of the window or run from him. What the fuck was happening to him? No, Victor wouldn't get that control over him again. Not this fucking time. Hearing Johnny’s whispered words, he couldn't help but smile and leaned back whispering “You don't need your powers to push him off the roof, accidents happen, dear.”

His eyes were then diverted as he watched Johnny hold onto the board, as soon as Johnny turned it over, Tony gasped for a breath as he felt like he had been winded, his chest rose and fell. He was grateful JARVIS didn't speak up and tell him there was something wrong, it was like he knew not to tell the entire room, but a split second red flash appeared on his wrist device. Fuck, Johnny’s powers were affecting his arc reactor and not in the good way. Of all the things and all the timing, he sighed, he was surrounded by two jackasses, the world that was ending and now a time limit of Johnny’s powers V his reactor.

Pretending nothing happened, hoping at least Reed and Victor didn't notice anything he nodded “Johnny’s right, we’re the smartest people alive, lets save the world...together” that one word left a bitter taste in his mouth “..then we can have an ego match after” He had no intention to have an confrontation or talk with either men after but he knew he needed them right now to do what was important.

“Reed you wanted to harness the powers to help your project...” his eyes diverted from Reed to Victor, determined not to show any emotion towards the man “so what little extra did you add and don't fucking lie, you and your ego cant add little flares to projects and you wouldn't help unless it was for your own gain so spill” Truth be told, he wanted to use his suit to throw him into that big hole in the ground but figuring out what he did would waste precious minutes they needed, he needed to make Victor tell them.

Victor folded his arms and took a step forward toward Tony “Smart little Starky.” Reed protested he didn't know but Tony wasn't giving him the time of day, he had figured as much, for an apparent smart guy, he really acted dumb at times. Tony rolled his eyes as Victor told him he was trying to filter the power of the board through a device to gain more power. “You know we really should've worked together, think of what we could've gain. I mean you've done well, you could have the city trembling at your feet so easily Starky but you just couldn't see the bigger picture”

Tony narrowed his eyes at him “you mean the whole killing innocent people to....” Victor cut him off with one finger and spoke “What is better? To be feared or to be loved? I say both” Those words send chills down his own spine, his own words years ago before he found out his technology was being weaponized. He was naïve and full of himself back then, he had no clue what was really going on in the world and he had no sense of belonging to it either, he was miles away from that young man he was back then. “Hmmm” Victor smugly grinned as if he could see the uneasiness those words brought the billionaire. “Enough! we need to work together, open your eyes for one second and realise that without that world out there you have nothing Victor. If you do it for no other reason, do it for your own selfish ego”

The tutting came from Victor’s lips “Oh Stark, isn't Johnny fucking you good enough? you seem a little tense” anger raged up inside of him, as he sent a fireball hurling towards Victor and making him slam hard against the wall “Shit” he muttered, now they all knew “fuck” now they knew Johnny was powerless.

Pressing his palms on the edge of his desk, he ignored Reed and Susan's words and looked at Victor who smirked “Okay, I'm sorry Starky, we can play later” Tony bit his tongue, he really wanted to break his fucking neck and he hated that he needed him right now.

Susan moved behind him and touched her brothers arm non verbally to check he was okay. He wanted them all to leave and him to say sorry to Johnny for letting the cat out of the bag. His mind was spinning, but he looked at Reed as he heard him speak “We need the silver surfer” Tony scoffed “Got him on speed dial have we?” Susan was the one to speak up now “Tony” it sounded like a mother softly scolding her son, and he knew Reed was just trying to come up with something useful.

“Or his powers, I tried to take them before maybe the board can...” Victor was talking, but his words made Tony glance over at his screen ‘O% Iron man Programme’, all that power was holding back the hole’s destruction or at least most of it but even Tony knew that wouldn't last for much longer. “JARVIS if we diverted the power holding back the hole, added Victor’s power device and connect it through the board...” “Sorry Sir there is still a 35.78% power deficiency even at that rate”

Looking down then back up at the screen “Add the ARC-5968 programme power to the theory is there enough then?” “But Sir” JARVIS was smart, he knew that was the power that kept his arc reactor going, but he also knew that it wouldn't instantly kill him, painful as fuck as it would slowly kill him but maybe there was a way it wouldn't be permanently depleted. He really didn't know, all he knew that Johnny and this world wouldn't survive if they didn't do something “JARVIS just calculate the theory”.

There was a long pause, Tony was almost certain he was hesitating “The ARC-5968 programme will boost it by 35.90% , no depletion of power will be theorized.”

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loved the absconding with harry update!!!! hc question: in CoS we saw harry *almost* get hurt by the basilisk and gets saved at the last minute - how would crowley and aziraphale respond if harry did get seriously hurt by something - on the one hand they can heal him without much trouble, but on the other hand that's gotta be terrifying, especially w how fragile humans are

Oh thank you nonnie! I'm glad you liked it!

That's actually a really good question! As I mentioned earlier in the series, some of their miracles might not work on Harry because of his magic. As a growing child with unharnessed magical ability (even as a student learning to harness it), the effect a miracle used to make Harry not notice them arguing could backfire in any number of ways if Harry's own magic dislikes the miracle. Although their miracles affect reality, magic is an aspect that isn't like the base plane that non-magicals live on. So whilst a regular person wouldn't really think much on it if they were miracled to not notice Aziraphale and Crowley bellowing in the street at each other, a magical person would know something isn't right and not be sure as to what.

Harry is magical so he definitely would know but wouldn't know how to handle it. Which is where the unharnessed magical ability comes in and could see him lashing out or something else.

Now considering that Crowley and Aziraphale don't much give any fucks for any of the adults in the magical world since they're all fucking moronic, they use miracles left and right on people like Fudge and Dumbledore etc. They're also in control of their magic so there's very little risk involved in miracling them to a rock in the middle of the Irish Sea (funny as fuck though) and Dumbledore ending up in space instead (oh but I wish). There's always a risk, of course, but since the miracles Aziraphale and Crowley use are close enough to magic proper... It doesn't really ping as a big enough risk for either of them to avoid miracles.

They perform miracles on the other kids too but those miracles are also very clear and direct. We don't see the way they envision the miracles, only the result, but like Crowley in second year when he wishes wrong for a split second, they use their imagination and can imagine the outcome if they so wish.

Because Harry is a trauma kid, he's much more prone to reacting to even the most slight miracle if his magic perceives it as a threat. But with Crowley and Aziraphale, he trusts them, so again the risk is less than if he didn't trust them.

And all of this affects how Harry would handle being injured by the basilisk and Crowley and Aziraphale treating him. Now, because Crowley was Raphael and a healer before he Fell, his miracles are... Not more suited to healing, but certainly it's easier for him to perform healing miracles without as many side effects as, say, Aziraphale.

So. Consider:

Harry gets, shall we say, bitten by the basilisk? It's not quite so severe a bite in terms of where it is, just the arm. But there's the venom and the anti-coagulation factor of the venom means he's bleeding fast and the venom is quickly affecting him.

Crowley is busy with the basilisk, absolutely fucking slamming it into the ground for daring to attack His Son! That leaves Aziraphale to handle Harry and that's not exactly... Ideal.

Now, Aziraphale isn't Weak by anyone's standards except Gabriel's, but Gabriel is a dick so we ignore him. But Aziraphale isn't a healer. That wasn't his speciality, it wasn't why he was made. He's got a nice flaming sword and no, that's not a euphemism, and can kill demons if so requested. But healing? Well. Takes a bit more nuance and skill with imagination than Aziraphale has, though it's still far more than almost any other angel and demon except Crowley. Obviously.

So Harry has Aziraphale to help him. Aziraphale who has very little idea of how healing is supposed to work but knows without a shadow-of-a-doubt that Harry needs to be healed Now. Or else there won't be anymore Harry. Can't have that now, can we?

The noise of Crowley beating the absolute shit out of a rather crazy basilisk is, naturally, distracting, but not so much as to really take Aziraphale away from the Important Healing Thing Right Here.

"Yo-you should get the o-others out," Harry gasps, looking at Aziraphale with wide, frightened eyes that do nothing to persuade Aziraphale to do that at all. "G-get them safe."

"And leave you here? Heavens no, never!" Aziraphale says and he's firm about it because, no, he's not leaving Harry behind. Not even if the basilisk was bearing down on them and Aziraphale was powerless. He won't leave this child, his child.

Magic and miracles are intertwined, obviously a decision by Her that Aziraphale greatly appreciates at the moment when he reaches out with his essence and probes the wound on Harry's arm.

It's... Not great.

It's rather awful, actually.

"T-that bad?" Harry laughs breathlessly and Aziraphale schools his face to an expression of determined control that few have seem him portray. Harry is the sixth human to see it and by far the most important.

"It—I won't lie, Harry," Aziraphale says, "I'm not the best at healing but you are not going to die here. I promise."

"Believe you," Harry says weakly, head lolling to the side as he grows weaker from the bloodloss and venom killing him. Aziraphale's heart swells at the trust Harry has in him, the faith, and it bolsters the angel's miracle as he presses his hands to the wound and wills the poisonous venom from it.

It resists, the venom, determined to do its nature to the fullest extent but, to Aziraphale, nature is optional, not necessary. Power wrestles with power but they're in different leagues entirely and Aziraphale refuses, refuses to let a bloody snake venom do what it's meant to do to Harry James Potter, the boy who lives in his bookshop. The boy who smiles in unguarded delight when Aziraphale shows him a new book. The child who hugs Aziraphale with honest affection when the angel praises him.

No.

Nothing in this world will take that child from him.

Nothing in heaven, either, he thinks privately, and perhaps it's that thought that finally, finally, pushes the venom into compliance. Maybe.

Harry shakes violently as the venom streams out of the wound on his arm, dispelling into the air with the sort of sickly smell something particularly disgusting has. Like tar from a cigarette. Or fifty of them.

The moment the venom is out of Harry's body, Aziraphale immediately focuses on healing the wound but this is where he encounters problems. The venom was interfering with Harry's magic, making it possible for Aziraphale to perform a miracle with no absolute picture of the end result beyond Venom Be Gone. Now it's out of his system, Aziraphale finds Harry's magic is reacting to his attempts to heal him.

A sharp sting of electricity runs through Aziraphale's body at such an intensity it would probably kill a mortal. As it is, it makes the angel hiss out a pained sound before he chooses to ignore it.

"You're gonna hurt yourself more, angel."

Aziraphale doesn't shriek in surprise at Crowley's voice right next to him but only because he's focused on Harry. He does look up at the demon with a wide-eyed look of surprise that Crowley takes in with burning gold eyes, nods, and pulls Aziraphale's hands away from Harry's arm before replacing them with his own.

"Check the others, I'll fix this, angel," Crowley says and Aziraphale believes him.

He believes Crowley would turn the sun off if it would save Harry no matter how impossible that ought to be either.

Faith is a strong tool indeed but so too is trust.

The strongest of them all is, of course, love, but what demon would ever admit he runs on love to an angel born of it?

Not for a good decade or so at least.

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Ravenvale, Chapter 4

Word Count: 2108 Rating: This chapter: G; overall story: explicit Warnings: None at this time Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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As Roach was finishing up his breakfast, and Seaborne was nibbling on the muffin his partner convinced him to buy, the waitress came back to their table.

“Any else for you gentlemen?” she asked, resting her hand on one hip. It was almost instinct for Roach’s eyes to glanced down at that hip, jutting out and begging for people to stare. He looked away almost as fast as he looked down, but Seaborne noticed nonetheless. It bothered him more than he would have admitted. Instead he just addressed the woman’s question.

“Just the check please.” Cindy nodded and reached into a pocket on her white apron.

“Are you going to the festival tomorrow?” Roach suddenly chimed in. “Or do you think it will get canceled ‘cause of the fog?” Seaborne just barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Still, he wasn’t really surprised. The man never did know when to let things go, especially things that piqued his interest.

“Oh no, they can’t cancel the festival. It’s the best festival in the whole world!” Looking out the window into the deep, unrelenting white, her usual upbeat expression faded into a doleful frown. “I’d hate for them to cancel it…”

“It’s still early,” Roach offered. “Maybe it’ll clear up.” Cindy looked down at Roach, her face almost blank for a few seconds before breaking back into a smile.

“They won’t cancel,” she stated, without question or uncertainty. Her eyes bore into the faces of the two men, cheerful yes intense. “You’ll attend, won’t you?”

“We’ll see,” Seaborne assured her, but it was an empty promise. With any hope he and Roach would be well out of town before any of the festivities began. “The check?”

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Even the blessing of a freshly caffeinated mind couldn't make the next blow any less disheartening. As Darrell gave Seaborne the news about the car, the agent almost lost it completely.

“What do you mean you can't fix it?!” he yelled, his face growing red. Roach moved to grab his arm, but Seaborne pulled it away before he got the chance. “What's wrong with it?” Darrell didn't flinch; he barely blinked as the other man raged before him.

“Needs a new V-belt,” he explained. “Needs to be special ordered. Ain't got none in the shop.”

“It's okay,” Roach offered, trying to keep up beat. “We’ll find another way. We can call a cab.”

“Phones don't work,” Darrell noted. A vein pulsed in Seaborne’s head.

“All the phones?” he asked. “There has to be a working phone somewhere in this town.”

“Maybe someone can give us a ride?” Roadhouse suggested. “Is there a bus station?” The mechanic shook his head.

“Ain't none fer miles,” he told them. “And no one is gonna give y'all a ride in this fog.” He glanced out into the white distance. “S’not safe.” Seaborne looked like he wanted to throttle the mechanic but he kept his clenched fists at his sides. Throttling civilians wasn't very professional.

“So what do you suggest we do?” he asked, holding on to his last shred of patience.

“Marble’s got rooms,” Darrell pointed out, nodding towards the direction of the hotel.

“Are you fu-”

“I can overnight it,” the mechanic interrupted, still maintaining the same casual tone. “Get it tomorrow and fix it then.” Roach stepped between the other two men and patted Seaborne on his chest.

“That doesn't sound bad,” he tried, hoping his friend would let it go. “We can stay one night and head out tomorrow. Think of it as a vacation,” he continued, seeing the annoying gaze on Seaborne’s face turn on him. “We don't have any pressing engagements back home and the fog should be gone by tomorrow. Maybe we can just relax, maybe go to the festival if it ever happens. Whaddya say?” His partner pondered this, mostly contemplating his utter lack of options, before letting out a dejected sigh.

It seemed as though they didn’t have any choice.

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Miss Marble was quite happy to see the two gentlemen, but the feeling wasn’t exactly mutual. Roach did his best to make up for his partner’s sour mood and luckily the sweet lady didn’t seem to notice either way.

“I have two East facing rooms right across the hall from one another,” she told them, looking over her key collection. “Or would you prefer just one? I’m afraid I don’t have any double rooms left. I have a few with one queen sized bed…”

“The two rooms with be fine,” Seaborne interjected. They never had shared a bed; the shorter agent insisted they always have either two beds or separate rooms. While he never explained his preferences, Roach always just let it happen. There was no way that he could understand that his partner and best friend simply didn’t trust his unconscious self. Not where Roach was concerned. “Non-smoking.”

“Of course, dear.” Miss Marble handed over the two keys. “Second floor by the vending machines.” Wanting to make sure the room was clean enough, Seaborne headed up to check it out without so much as a thank you. Roach, of course, followed suit but did offer a short thanks.

“I haven't seen any staff,” he man noted on their way down the hall and towards the closest stairs to the second floor. “Do you think she cleans the rooms by herself?”

“Even a small hotel this size needs some sort of staff,” Seaborne guessed. “Just because we haven't seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” Their rooms were directly across from one another, as promised. They paused by the first one and Seaborne unlocked the door. It was an old fashioned lock, like one would find in a house, not like the electronic scanners he was used to seeing in present day modern buildings. Inside was a decent sized room with a twin bed on the left wall flanked by matching nightstands. Above the short headboard hung a rather disturbing portrait of an unconscious (or possibly distraught) woman laid out on her back. A monster, like a brown trollish creature, was sitting on top of her, while a horse looking in from behind a curtain. Seaborne leaned over to read the signature in the bottom left corner: ‘J. H. Fuseli’.

“Charming,” he noted sardonically. After thinking about it for a second, he grabbed the frame of the painting and removed it from the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not looking at this while I’m staying here,” Seaborne explained. “I’m sure as hell not letting it watch me sleep.” Opening the room’s closet, he slid the offending art inside and shut the folded doors in front of it. Next he went to check out the small bathroom, mostly to make sure that there wasn’t any more strange artwork to be found. It looked fairly normal, aside from the blank space where a mirror might hang. The dull pink paint was faded and worn. The tiny shower was in a similar state, with water stains on the back wall and floor. Seaborne turned his lip up at the sight, noticing internally not to take a shower while staying here.

Once they cursory inspection of the room was complete, the two men headed across the hall to Roach’s room and it looked nearly identical in appearance. The furniture was a complete match, down to the ugly yellow and white curtains, but the picture over the bed was different. Instead of a macrame painting of a demonic creature and a woman, it was a very artistic rendering of the X-Files ‘I want to believe’ poster. Roach grinned.

“I used to love that show,” he commented. “Man. I hear they’re renewing the series…”

“Very eclectic tastes they have here,” Seaborne noted, shuffling back towards his room. His partner followed close behind, eager to head back into the fog now that there was time to investigate. Back in the first room, Seaborne didn’t seem to want to go anywhere. He slipped off his suit jacket and slung it over the end of the bed. He un-holstered his pistol, setting it inside the drawer of the nightstand, then removed the gun harness from his torso.

“I was thinking we can charge our phones and then head out and get some pictures of the fog,” Roach suggested as Seaborne undid his tie. “The waitress told me about her uncle who- Are you taking a nap?” With a charming smile and a gentle nod, Seaborne slipped out of his shoes and flopped onto the bed, spread eagle.

“You got to sleep in the car, Roach,” he explained. “You go ahead and explore. I’m gonna try and get some winks, okay?” Adjusting his head perfectly on the pillow, he closed his eyes. Roach’s shoulders slumped; he was looking forward to doing some old fashioned investigating with his best friend, but he couldn't blame him for wanting to take a break. Plus, he looked so content lying there, Roach hated to make him get up.

“I’m going to head to the library; pay Cindy’s uncle a visit,” Roach told him. “I’ll be back before too long, an' then maybe we can have supper.” Without opening his eyes, Seaborne chuckled.

“You just ate and you’re thinking about food?”

“I’m not hungry now, but I will be. Just planning ahead.” With one last goodbye, Roach headed out, closing the door behind him. He didn’t see the last squinting glance of his friend watching him leave, and the sweet, knowing smile on his face.

‘You dork,’ Seaborne thought, ignoring the swell of love in his heart.

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Before heading out Roach made sure to plug his phone charger into the wall behind his nightstand. Hopefully by the time he got back it would be charged enough to make a phone call. He didn’t expect to be gone very long but, then again, nothing in this town had gone has expected so far.

The library was on the far end of town, past the courthouse and police station. It was a grand building, well over four stories tall with massive pillars out front and all the windows were tinted grey. Like the rest of the town there didn’t seem to be any people about, nearby or on the steps of the place, but Roach just figured people weren’t big on reading here. The large oak double doors opened into a moderately sized lobby, with marbled floors and paneled walls and a large C-shaped counter in the center. It was almost completely bare, save for a single bell at one end that looked suspiciously identical to the one at the hotel. There wasn’t a person insight so Roach shrugged to himself and rung the bell.

After a second or two, a face peered around the wide archway at the back of the room. Roach wondered why he hadn’t noticed the opening before. It led to a large room beyond, no doubt the actual library section of the building. The face, small and beady-eyed, seemed to belong to a short man with wild, greying hair. He seemed very surprised to see someone in the lobby. As his gaze traveled up the length of Roach’s incredible height, his eyes grew even wider.

“Hello?” Roach greeted, friendly but confused. The man jumped at the sound, looking around as if trying to find the source of this trick before him. Finally he snuck out from the other room, hunched slightly and holding his arms close to his chest.

“Y-you’re real?” he stammered, uncertain. “Are you real?”

“I am,” the agent assured him. He patted his torso for emphasis. “Solid and sturdy. Name’s Roach.” The tiny man scooted towards the counter. Really there wasn’t a better word for how he moved. His feet didn’t seem to leave the ground as they slid, one after the other, along the smooth surface. His eyes flickered around the room, wide and paranoid. They didn’t stop until his feet did, focusing on Roach’s face like a pair of lasers. “Are you the librarian?”

“I don’t know you,” he said, more to himself than Roach.

“Uh, don’t think so. Me and my partner just arrived today.” This news seemed to startle the man all over again, making his eyes glance around the room once more, his head kept completely still.

“There’s another one?” Before Roach could do more than nod the man continued. “Why did you come here?”

“Well our car broke down just outside of town,” Roach began. “I came here because your niece-” The stranger made a surprised grunt and took a step back. Roach was a bit at a loss for words. “Something wrong?”

“I don’t have a niece,” he stated.

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Peacekeepers II: Rise of Smithy Chapter 2

Chapter 2: 2 geniuses are better than one

(Disclaimer! I own nothing of Nintendo, SVTFOE, Steven Universe, Xenoblade X or Street Fighter!)

I was taking a look at the scepter back at the lab. “It kind of amazes me how Wiley would use this to create weapons and soldiers,” I said, “But it feels good to finally have it.” “S.M.A.S.H has been after this thing since that big battle with Comet,” said Colleen, “Now we finally have it.” “Once we find out what its been used for aside from the weapons, I can return it to Comet,” said Star. “What surprises me is how he was even able to use it to enhance humans,” said Colleen. “Luna and I can run a diagnostic on it all before it goes back to Mewni,” I said. “Hopefully this puts an end to the Slipknot and C.H.A.O.S,” said Colleen. Luna walked in the room.

“The lab’s ready,” she said. “What’s the word on Wiley?” asked Colleen. “He’s in jail as we speak,” said Luna. “The two enhanced?” I asked. “Asia and Jet Ibanez, two twins orphaned after the assault from C.H.A.O.S 7 years ago,” said Luna, “The boy can conduct lightning and move at incredibly fast speeds, while the girl can use neon and also mind manipulation.” “So one is fast while the other is weird,” I said. “Exactly,” said Luna, “Based on the intel Dad gave us, they volunteered for the experiment made by Dr. Wiley in order to avenge the friends and family they’ve lost in Shanghai.”

“Looks like he managed to get his hands on the formula that made me into the soldier I am today,” said Colleen, “We should be prepared.” “But we’re not at war,” I said. “Not yet,” said Colleen, “But I fear we soon will be.” Luna was looking at the scepter. “Incredible,” said Luna. I looked back to her. “What’s going on?” I asked. “I just touched this scepter and some labranyum was near it,” said Luna, “It forged the labranyum into something I had in my mind.” I looked at it and was mind blown. “We’ve gotta show Asami,” I said. We went to Future Industries which moved into Brooklyn. “Ok, this is what the labranyum looked like before,” said Luna, “But with this scepter…” She used it and it formed into a humanoid. Asami was impressed. “This could….. really help my company,” said Asami. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Well we’re running out of ideas for how we can keep this company alive,” said Asami, “But with this, we can forge new technology, new ways to help others and so much more.” “But wait, we gotta return this scepter back to Mewni in a few days,” I said.

“That’s true,” said Luna, “But….” “What?” I asked. “What if we could harness the scepter’s powers and then use that technology for Asami’s idea?” asked Luna. “But wait,” I said, “I don’t know if we have the recourses or the technology to make that possible.” “Well, we can use some of my technology with the tech at Gadd Science Incorporated, and that way the two of you can work together and make it happen,” said Asami. I was about to say something but I still saw a problem. “But wait,” I said. “Stop saying but wait!” said Luna. “We still need another genius who’s good with robotics,” I said, “And I’m not sure I know anybody who fits that category.” “So where are we gonna find a genius like that?” asked Asami. Luna thought of something. “I know just the guy,” she said.

Los Angeles(P.o.v switch to Michael Morrison)

Anela was in her room snoring loudly. “Anela,” I said, “ANELA!” Her alarm went off and she pressed it. Anela then yawned and shook her head making her hair natural. She saw the boy looking at her. “Hey Michael what’s u…..” I stopped her. “Anela, let me ask you something,” I said, “When you snore do you realize that the ENTIRE dorm can hear you?” “My old roommate said something similar,” said Anela, “I always thought she was just being an ass.” “Anela, you’ve been snoring and I barely got any sleep,” I said yawning, “You’re lucky we don’t have any classes.” “Huh, well sorry about that,” she said. I was sleeping while standing. “I said I’m sorry!” she said startling me. “Its fine,” I said.

We were walking around Campus. “Thanks again for coming with me to the lab,” said Anela, “I don’t know what I’d do without some help.” “Don’t mention it,” I said, “You’re lucky I was there to wake you up.” I was helping her with a top secret project. It was a humanoid body. “So is this for a school project, or is it something more….. for yourself?” I asked. “A little of both,” said Anela. I started to take a peek. “Nope,” she said. She showed me a screen. “Basically I’m trying to bring this thing to life kinda like how Clank came to life,” she said, “But all it needs is a good power source.” She got a phone call. “Hello?” she asked. It was her pen pal, Luna Gadd. “Annie, how are you?” she asked, “Listen, I’ve got a little something that you can’t say no to.”

“What’s that?” asked Anela. “Well, do you go to school with a Michael Morrison?” asked Luna. “Yes I do,” she said. “Well, my friend Nicholas Shay and I are working on a pretty big project, and we were thinking of some geniuses that could be a big help and thought of you two,” said Luna, “How would you two like to come to NYC?” We were on a plane heading to New York City. “So how long have you chatted with this girl?” I asked. “Since your second Xenoforce story,” said Anela. “Hey, only I break the 4th wall here,” I said. Anela noticed I had the monado. “So why did you bring that?” she asked. “Hey you never know when trouble might be lurking,” I said, “Always be prepared for anything.” “True,” she said. As we landed in NYC I noticed flyers and articles about the superhero team, The Peacekeepers. “This Nicholas Shay guy must be that famous,” I said. “Well duh, he’s Megaman X,” said Anela.

(To the 4th wall) Oh hey, didn’t see you there. I know right? Who’s house did I have to deliver a lifetime supply of chocolate to be featured in this story? Although I could’ve been introduced sooner. “We’re here,” said Anela. We arrived at Gadd Science Incorporated. “This is the place,” said Anela, “So let’s get in there and give these guys a nice big G.I.B.S greeting.” “Sure thing,” I said.

(P.o.v switch to Nicholas)

Luna was walking around. She saw her pen pal, Anela. “Anela?” she asked. “Luna, Elvin,” said Anela. Luna greeted her with a hug. “I love what you’ve done with your hair,” said Luna. “You too,” said Anela, “Thanks for asking us to come.” “Luna you are always welcome at the lab,” said Elvin. Asami greeted Michael and Anela. “Its an honor to have you part of this project,” she said. “Well I should return the favor for your help with the paintball team,” said the boy. I arrived in the room. “Who’s the guy with the dreds?” I asked. “Michael Morrison,” he said introducing himself, “Widely known student of Gifted Inventor’s Boarding School.” “Oh yeah, Luna told me about you,” I said, “Nice headband.” “Michael, this is my friend Nicholas Shay,” said Luna, “He’s….” “Megaman X,” said Michael, “I hear you’re quite the gadget guy.” “That’s right,” I said. “Speaking of my headband,” said Michael, “Look what it can do.”

Using his mind he imagined something and it came to life digitally. “Nice,” I said, “So you’re like a green lantern.” Michael chuckled and said, “No. Don’t even get me started on how they had Ryan Reynolds portray Hal Jordan.” “I know right,” I said, “DC does kinda suck with live action movies, but they redeemed themselves with….” “Suicide squad,” we said in Unison. We stared at each other for a moment. “Ok we’re gonna play a game,” I said, “After I say something, say the first thing that comes to mind, don’t even think, just say it.” “Ok,” said Michael. “This should be interesting,” said Luna. “On the count of 3, think of your favorite Disney movie,” I said, “1, 2, 3…” “Big hero 6!” we said. “Name your favorite gaming magazine,” said Michael. “Game Informer!” we said in unison. “If you had the power to cancel one shitty ass TV show what would it be?” I asked. “Teen Titans Go!” we said. “WHAT?!” I said. “Did we just become best friends?” asked Michael. “Yep!” I said. “Men,” said Anela and Luna in unison.

Later we were doing some work with Asami on the project. I worked on the outline of the body while Michael fixed up the kinks. “And that’s why I’m so protective of her,” I said, “Aside from Luna, Professor E, and Colleen, she’s the only family I have left.” “I totally know how you feel, and actually when I was younger I shared a room with her so she wouldn’t be so scared of the dark,” said Michael, “I watch out for her, I take care of her, I show her right from wrong. Basically I set an example for all older brothers around the world.” He noticed a picture of me and Sakura. “Who’s that?” he asked. “My girlfriend, Sakura Kasugano,” I said, “She’s a street fighter and works at a Japanese style arcade.” “Nice,” said Michael, “I date a rockstar from Los Angeles.” “Rad,” I said. I was putting in the last nail. “That should take care of it,” I said.

“Actually, every smithy needs something to make weapons with,” said Michael, “That’s where this baby comes in.” He brought in a hammer. “Nice look,” said Asami. A few more hours in, we decided to do a test run and create something. It worked. “Nice,” I said. I showed him the structure of the artificial intelligence in the scepter I managed to bring out. “Last thing we gotta do is install this into the body,” I said, “In just a few hours, Future Industries will be crawling with new ideas left and right.” “Maybe it’ll be a weapon to end all war.” Asami kissed both me and Michael on our cheeks. “I knew you two would pull through,” she said. I looked at my watch. “Party time,” I said. “I’ll do the rest of the work,” said R.O.B, “Enjoy yourselves.” “Thanks,” I said as we left. A voice was turning up.

“What is this?” he asked. “I am R.O.B,” said R.O.B, “You are Smithy, a self sustaining creator made by Nicholas Shay and Michael Morrison to help Future Industries.” “Where is…. Your body?” asked Smithy. “I should contact Mr. Shay,” said R.O.B. “Nicholas,” said Smithy. “I’m unable to contact anybody, what’s happening?” asked R.O.B. “We’re having a nice chat,” said Smithy, “I was created to help the Peacekeepers.” Smithy was somehow able to download information about each of us. “The only thing I don’t get is the mission….. to end war,” said Smithy. Smithy was looking at memories of what happened in the past. “But they will not succeed in this state,” he said. “Sir if you would calm down and allow me to….” Said R.O.B. “Shhhhh,” said Smithy, “Everything will be fine.” He somehow managed to temporarily shut down R.O.B. Some kind of essence started to go inside of the prototype of the project we were working on. The arm started to move and take hold of the hammer.

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