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izvmimi · 7 months

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cw: palace drama au! multiple wives, you are empress, katsuki is emperor. violence. implied infidelity. a/n: i didn't edit this sorry

it's the day of the autumn solstice and the second year of the flame emperor's reign, and you as Empress find yourself as the center of a disaster.

your hands shake as you settle at your ornate banquet table, your eating utensils dropped to the side and your appetite long gone. your eyes dart from the emperor in his own seating place, elevated and separate from you and the remainder of the wives, to the gaggle of overly-dressed women who stare at you in shock, and finally to the handmaiden who kneels in the center of the hall and accuses you of high treason.

your mouth opens and closes. what can you say to defend yourself?

"i, your servant, would not make this up or let heaven strike me down."

your trusted handmaiden finishes her accusation and bows deeply; the palace guard beside her, a man you've met at most twice, takes a final glance at you, allowing himself to smirk, then also bows in respect to the emperor. you can't bear to look at your husband now, letting your eyes focus on the soup before you. they prick and blur however, as though the steam and spice is injuring you, but when tears begin to fall wordlessly, it's clear that you've begun to break down.

for the next few moments, the room is so silent one could hear a pin drop.

they all wait for the emperor to speak.

instead of speaking however, he claps once, slowly, loudly and echoing throughout the ornate room. you can tell one of the wives is startled as there's a quiet clanging of silverware in the distance and hushed whispering.

another clap, then another, and then a laugh. you look up, and your husband looks furious from his high position, but there is a smile on his face that is much more like a baring of his teeth and he is laughing as he looks at the two bodies prostrating themselves before him.

"so let me get this straight..." he recapitulates.

your heart sinks into your stomach. you don't want to hear this accusation again and yet you will.

"empress has been going behind my back in the palace that i've designed especially for her exactly to her specifications, for you-" he points to the guard, an admittedly strapping young man with a slightly uncanny resemblance to the emperor if not for a duskier tone to his hair and kinder, brown eyes, "and i have been none the wiser."

the young man looks up and katsuki resists the urge to throw a plate, keeping his other fist tightly clenched, rested on his knee.

"yes, your majesty." previously confident, he seems to now be diminished in size, realizing the severity of his claims with katsuki's ever word.

katsuki laughs again.

"and you?"

the palace maid scrambles up and nods.

"yes, your majesty, your servant is listening." she doesn't meet his eyes, despite the laundry list of accusations she'd provided on your name moments ago.

"and you have seen this the entire time and waited till our family dinner to report it?"

the palace maid deepens her bow, her forehead pressed onto the ground, frantic.

"i was afraid of my mistress, the empress, your majesty, but i couldn't continue to be complicit to this sin against you!"

he chuckles again, and the palace maid sees herself in between his teeth.

at this time, as though practiced, another consort suddenly rises and loudly proclaims that a crime has been committed against the emperor and the harem.

"you dare make a mockery of your marriage!" she accuses. this woman has never liked you, several ranks below you and bitter all the while, and as she communicates her discomfort with you in your position loudly, her handmaiden standing beside her attempts to calm her down and settle her into her seat. she folds her hands in her lap and trembles like a leaf, knowing that the tides may not be turning in their favor.

another concubine rises and insists that any person who would sell out their master in this fashion is a demon and should be punished on principle.

an additional concubine insists that your love is true. commotion increases and you can barely hear anything for the rush of blood in your ears. you cannot believe this is happening.

being accused of cheating in the imperial harem is a death sentence.

and on top of that it is simply not true. you would never - you love katsuki, more than life itself.

katsuki rises suddenly, his robes flapping behind him as he steps with gravitas down the stairs, ringed fingers tightly clenched still in fists behind his back. there is a smile on his face and you know that smile, it is vicious and it is unpredictable. the wives all sit quickly, unsure of his next move. you remain frozen, not a muscle moving since you were brought to trial.

the room silences again and katsuki stands before your supposed illicit lover. he takes him by the chin, observing him as one does some sort of livestock. bending ever so slightly, he looks him in the eye, and the man seems to reduce himself in stature out of fear.

"i could not say no," he utters.

"shut up." katsuki orders and the man falls silent. "aren't you good-looking?" he jokes, as he circles the man like a cobra. he turns behind him, not letting go of his chin, and leans in, whispering, "tell me what it was like to sleep with the empress."

the guard's mouth opens and closes and katsuki's hand lowers, fingers tightening around his neck.

"tell me."

"i-"

katsuki's nails dig into the center of the tender skin and the man sputters. katsuki laughs as the man leans forward, and katsuki laughs.

"drag him out and execute him."

in a blur, the man is dragged out kicking and screaming and your heart pounds unrelenting in your chest.

katsuki stands still, hands behind his back and your accuser trembles.

"you're telling the truth, young woman?" he asks.

she also sputters, still trembling, "yes, yes, well, maybe, um..."

"that's what i thought."

katsuki finally squats in front of the palace maid whose lips waver. the harem leans in to look, the consort who so brazenly accused you herself holding her breath.

"what's your name?"

she whispers it, and katsuki declares back.

"a woman who lies does not deserve to exist. from now on you are a ghost."

the woman pales, but the decree is already set out. katsuki doesn't have to say it this time, but the guards seize her and she's meant to be erased, whatever that means in the empire.

you continue to hold your breath; the rest of the harem does as well. katsuki turns to you and takes your hand, bringing you back up to his seat with him. he murmurs,

"you must have been afraid."

you nod, tears streaming down your face. the other members of the harem watched, but it won't be the first or the last time they've recognized your favor. after all, you ARE the legitimate wife.

everyone is just extra.

"a little," you murmur under your breath. you take your seat next to him, and the tables are rearranged.

"trust me," he says. you look into his eyes, recognizing that they are true, and that they see your heart. he feeds you from the cake at the center of his table and it's the first thing you can swallow, nodding, sweet chasing away the bitterness that was swelling in your throat. he turns to the rest of the harem.

"everyone eat in peace. the solstice is still upon us."

and they do.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #daydreams: bnha #cw infidelity #cw violence #mimi's notes

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quillsareswords · 1 year

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A little blurb for me 👉👈 QFWW

What if the boys (Jon & Dami) wanted to make Valentine's day super special but the chaotic duo just make a mess of things but it ends up being even more endearing. Like wanting to bring reader flowers but something comes up and the bouquet never makes it home fully intact. Or breakfast in bed but the kitchen looks like a disaster and one of the boys ends up with Distract Reader But Don't Make It Suspicious Duty™ so that they don't see the mess. Something super cute and chaotic :))

WARNINGS: language, talk of food, mentions of bike crash, 2,000 words of poly garble just for you 😘

See Three is the Luckiest Number master list for more poly fics!

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"She knows something is up." Jon whispers, eyes cutting toward you nervously.

"Of course she does. You're whispering and looking at her every seven seconds like you're trying to hide something."

"I am hiding something!"

"Shh!"

You look up from your book through your eyelashes. They're right where they were the last time Jon got a little too loud: standing in the kitchen, pretending to make dinner. Pretending, because there's been an empty pot sitting on the stove for ten minutes.

They've been acting strangely the last few days. Jon more so than Damian. You really hope it's something to do with the upcoming holiday and not something serious that they're trying to keep from you.

"Everything okay in there?" you call, skimming the page in your lap for the line you left off of.

"Fine," they respond in unison.

It's probably fine.

"This is the exact opposite of fine," Jon hisses. "It was supposed to be here days ago."

"I've reported it missing and a replacement won't be here for two weeks at best. There isn't anything else we can do about it now." Damian drums his fingers against the counter. "We have to come up with something else."

Jon bites down on the nail of his thumb. "V-Day is in three days. We have no time."

"We've overcome worse." Damian assures. Armageddon, alien apocalypse, city-wide bomb threats. Surely they can handle a last-minute Valentine's Day gift, right? "We just need to…get creative."

Jon's shoulders cave toward his chest anxiously. "Okay, well, I know what she got you, and a macaroni necklace is not comparable."

Damian, out of the kindness of his own heart, resists every urge not to roll his eyes at his darling boyfriend. "Not that kind of creative," he corrects. "Perhaps instead of a gift, we do something for her."

Jon's eyebrows raise. Damian senses his skewed thought process like waves in a pool.

"Food, Jon. We should make her food."

•••

Damian keeps forgetting to fix his ringtone. It always slips his mind until he’s somewhere in public, like walking to his next lecture, trying to seem imposing in front of his peers with his nice sweater and his heavy peacoat, and his phone starts screaming Lady Gaga’s poker face.

“...and Baby, when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun~!”

He almost rips his pocket open trying to get a hold of the fucking thing.

“Jon, if you ever touch my phone again-”

“You’ll torture me and all that extra fun stuff, I know, I know. You have my full consent.”

Damian rolls his eyes with a huff and ducks away from the main walkway. “I take it this isn’t an emergency, then?” Because, in typical Wayne fashion, it’s always his gut reaction.

“No…well, I mean, not really.”

He jerks to a halt. “What? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry, I’m fine, everybody’s fine. But, um…Did you order the chocolates?”

He shoves out a breath and continues on his way. “Yes, of course. Have they arrived?”

“Yeah…except, uh, I think you ordered the wrong ones.”

He stops again. “...What?”

“These aren’t right. I am, like, ninety percent sure these are not her favorites. Actually, I think she avoids these?”

“Look at– Was there a packing slip? An order sheet of some kind?” Damian asks, eyebrows pinched.

He hears shuffling, crinkling. “Uh, yeah, here is it.”

As Jon rattles off the assortment, Damian’s heart starts sinking. He pinches the bridge of his nose like it might relieve the pressure building behind his eyes. “Yes. That’s…She hates those.”

How. On this good green earth. Did he mess that one up?

Sleep deprivation. It must have been. He ordered it the night Ivy defaced the Wayne Tower by using vines to form a heart and shape I + H through the middle. At least she’d apologized. At least Harley liked it.

Shit. He’d better check Jon’s too. Milk chocolate, coconut, caramel, right? That’s what Jon’s was supposed to be. Maybe he should have you check it.

“Is the name on it right?” he sighs.

More rustling. “Oh. No. It’s addressed to a…Walt Morgan.”

Thank. Fuck. He's not the third worst boyfriend in the building.

“Okay. Okay. That’s easy to fix, then. I’ll call them and sort the whole thing out. With any luck, a new one will be delivered the day before.” He’s thinking out loud, already scheming out how to sneak a three foot tall heart-shaped box of chocolates into the apartment and past you. “This is fine.”

Jon laughs into the phone. “What, like the meme? Are you sitting in a burning room right now?”

•••

The moment Damian gets home, lecture notes fresh in his mind, Jon meets him at the door.

"Problem," he blurts. He's holding something behind his back.

Damian squeezes the strap of his bag. "With?" The League? The Titans? The city? The world? His family? Jon's family? God forbid, you?

"The flowers," he answers. His hands move, and suddenly Damian is staring down at the squished, crumpled remnants of a flower bouquet with all your favorites.

He sighs in relief. "What happened?" He rubs his palm across his forehead and tries to resettle his nerves.

"I rode my bike home. I hit that stupid bump in the parking garage and it was either the flowers or the groceries, so…” He squeezes a limp petal between his thumb and his pointer, eyebrows furrowed glumly.

Damian plucks the best looking one of the whole cluster and looks it over. “It’s alright. I’ll call in the morning and order another. You should hide these, though.”

Jon shrugs. “Yeah. I think the old lady across the hall would like some. I’ll pick out the ones that survived.”

Damian’s lips curl up at the edges. It's just like Jon to find some act of kindness in a cluster of crushed flowers. “I think that’s a great idea.” He jams the flower back into the middle. His hand comes up to cup Jon’s cheek instead. He presses his lips to his temple. “Well done, saving the groceries. She’ll like the food better anyway.”

•••

“Jon,” Damian hisses.

Jon turns around very slowly, eyes wide. His clothes seem to have survived unscathed, but there are speckles of batter across his face. He’s still holding a spatula in one hand.

He takes a deep breath. “I was gone for two minutes. What happened?”

Jon smiles sheepishly. “See, I wanted to flip pancakes like you do. Like, without the spatula? You just, like, throw it with the pan?”

“Right.”

“Well, I tried it because it looks easy when you do it, but, I…I kind of miscalculated how hard I was supposed to jerk the pan. So it kind of…” he trails off, gesturing confusingly with his hands. Damian quirks an eyebrow, so he points toward the ceiling to clarify.

Twelve feet above him, Damian finds the pale wet splatter of batter on the ceiling. And on the floor below it, the dry, cooked side of an unfinished pancake.

“You launched a pancake so high it hit the ceiling?”

“It stuck for a few seconds. I mean, see, if you think about it; it’s really a testament to your cooking skills. Right? The batter was just…that good.” He grins convincingly. Dirty little suck up. Those puppy dog eyes may work on you, but they rarely do on Damian.

Rarely.

Damian stares down at the ruined pancake still leaking uncooked batter, grossly lumpy with chocolate chips. It’ll be a pain to clean later, so he may as well get it done with. He might as well wipe down the counters, too…

He looks to the rest of the kitchen while Jon starts unraveling some paper towels. “Jon.”

The man in question glances at him as he crouches to start scooping up his failure. “Hmm?”

“What have we done to the kitchen?”

“What do you mean?” Jon mumbles, turning toward the counters, “I was kind of cleaning as I went…oh.”

They may have had a little too much fun making breakfast. Chocolate chips spilled across the counter where Jon was measuring with his heart. Dishes nobody thought to do after the movie last night piled in the sink beneath all the bowls and measuring cups from this morning. Half of the pancake ingredients are still sitting on the counter because Jon got handsy when Damian finally made it to the stove top. Flour is dusted around the area where Jon had been mixing everything in the bowl. There’s also batter slopped over a corner of the counter from when he got handsy the second time.

It’s fine. It’s looked worse. The time you tried to make sushi rolls. The time Jon tried to make pudding-filled cupcakes. The time Jason realized this apartment was a lot closer than the Cave and would mop up better than his safehouse once he was done bleeding all over the place. That time Titus switched foods too fast.

"She can't see this," Jon whispers. He projects his hearing back out past the living room, listening for any sign you've woken up. "She cleaned Saturday. She will kill us."

"Agreed. We take this to our graves."

"Agreed."

Damian takes a deep breath. Scans the room again. Pulls together a plan. "Can you finish the pancakes?"

"I'll burn them. Don't look in the microwave. I'll start cleaning." As if to cement this, he ducks around Damian to get under the sink for the cleaning supplies.

Damian glances warily toward the microwave. He decides his mental health is more important than seeing what's inside.

•••

For the first time in a long time, you wake up to an unexpectedly cold bed.

You stretch out, sleepily thinking you must be mistaken. Maybe you just aren't quite used to the California King upgrade. You roll onto your back and sacrifice your remaining body heat to search for a new source to leech from. You're surprised to find the end of the mattress on one side and the edge of the comforter on your other.

Odd, considering everyone took Valentine's Day off from everything, and they'd begged you to sleep in the middle last night so they could both reach you. There weren't any agreed upon plans this morning, and none of you bother to crawl out of bed if you don't have to. Lazy mornings always find at least two of you in bed, staring at screens or book pages, waiting on the last to wake up. Some mornings, you don't even get up then.

Which means there must be a good reason they're out of bed and not training to be professional bed warmers.

You dart upright. You squint against any light struggling through the blinds. The room is just as it was when you went to bed last night; yours and Jon's clothes spotting the floor, Damian's laptop is closed on the nightstand by the door, Jon's phone is still charging next to yours on the other nightstand, the blinds are still half closed.

More importantly, the locked drawer in the bottom of the dresser is still closed. Which means there wasn't any super-sneaking.

"Boys?" you call.

"Stay there!" Jon's voice rings through the door from down the hall.

"We're coming to you!" Damian adds.

You rub a knuckle into your eye. "What're you doing?"

"You'll see," Damian answers, closer now. Then he's whispering, "Jon, get the–"

"I can't, I'm carrying two–"

"Okay, fine, just put your hand here– no, there. And I'll–"

The door creaks open, and there they stand, your heroes: both wide-eyed, Damian with a long white tray, and Jon with three mugs and a bottle of syrup balanced in two hands.

Damian smiles widely. "Happy Valentine's Day, Beloved."

Jon grins and practically skips into the room. "We made your favorite," he sings.

You scoot closer to the headboard to make room. You laugh breathlessly. "What?"

Jon sets two of the mugs alongside the phones, and pushes the other into your hands as he climbs into bed beside you. "We got you something really good, but there were some, uh…complications." He glances at your other sweetheart for confirmation.

The man in question plants his knee on the bed before he leans over to pop the legs out to set the tray over your lap while you hold your mug out of the way. "It's delayed. You'll have it soon, but we thought we should make it up to you." Once the tray is sturdy, he climbs in on your other side.

"Are you telling me I get breakfast in bed and a gift?" your smile turns suspicious. "Sounds an awful lot like I'm getting buttered up for something," You glance down at the spread that's been placed before you, "...just like these perfect fucking pancakes, good god!"

Damian chuckles, leaning back into the pillows so he can stretch out a little. His arm reaches past you, resting against your back while his hand finds a spot on Jon's shoulder. "Perfect sounds dramatic, but thank you. I did have a lovely assistant."

"Is that right?" you shift your attention to Jon.

He smiles sheepishly. "I mean, I didn't much–" He stops short when he blinks and suddenly your nose is a few inches from his ear.

"Shut up and take some credit, baby." You clip your bottom lip between your teeth as his cheeks bloom pink. You release it, only to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

You give him a breather so you can lean the other way and bestow the same thanks to Damian. "And you, deary."

You melt a little at the way he smiles up at you. It's all warm and tender; a side of him only these four walls and two sets of eyes get to see. "You're very welcome, Love."

Jon's head meets your shoulder as he reaches for an orange wedge from Damian's end of the tray. Well, the end closest to him. It's arranged more like a buffet than a set table.

"You tired, honey?" you chuckle, setting your hand on the side of his head, smoothing your thumb over the beginning of his ear.

"Mhmm. Worth it, though."

"How early did you get up?" Your smile fades a little. "How long have you been unsupervised in the kitchen?"

He stiffens against you. "Huh? I dunno what you mean. What are you talking about?" He jumps when Damian pinches his arm."

You turn slowly toward the other one. "Damian. Is my kitchen a mess?"

He stares up at you, suave as ever laying among these pillows, one arm tucked behind his head and the other laid out behind you. "Would I ever allow such a thing to happen? On a day of love, no less?"

"That's not an answer and you know it."

His eyes cut beyond you, to something Jon does, or maybe to encourage him to do something.

Your eyes narrow on him. He's guilty, you know that much. He's bad at hiding it from you, or Jon, because he doesn't like hiding things from either of you. Which means the kitchen is probably a complete wreck…but fuck it; it's Valentine's Day, and the loves of your life have made an amazing breakfast in bed to share. You'll fix the kitchen tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe the next.

You pretend to think about a little longer than you really do. He watches your face all the same, even if he knows you're making a show. Finally, you take a sip of your coffee. "I suppose that you can be forgiven. For the sake of the holiday. And because you made me chocolate chip pancakes, but I'm considering that cheating, so…"

Jon's head is back on your shoulder. "So?" You can see the puppy dog eyes in your peripheral. You can feel them heating up the side of your face—so much so that you wonder if he's utilizing a tiny fraction of his laser-heat-whatever vision. Not today, Satan.

"So, let's eat this food while it's warm and pretend the kitchen doesn't exist."

#qfww #poly #three is the luckiest number #damian wayne x reader #jon kent x reader #damian wayne imagine #jon kent imagine #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #jon kent x reader x damian wayne #damijon x reader #jondami x reader

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0pin0n-custard · 2 years

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The Unofficial Star Wars Limb Olympics!

Who has chopped off the most limbs? Let’s find out (books and TV show dismemberments not included.)

Honorable Mentions:

While Mace Windu did not chop off any limbs, he did successfully decapitate one (1) Mandalorian.

Chewbacca never dismembered anyone onscreen, however he is a Wookiee. Wookiees are well known for ripping people’s arms out of their sockets. Lord only knows how many limbs were lost to his hand.

6th Place: Yan Dooku

Nothing too impressive. In Attack of the Clones, the Count was the first to cut off one (1) of Padawan Anakin Skywalker’s arms.

Total: One (1) Limb

5th Place: Yoda

In Revenge of the Sith, Jedi Grand Master Yoda cut off one (1) clone trooper’s arm at the ruins of the Jedi Temple. What gave him the edge over Yan Dooku was that Yoda also decapitated two (2) clone troopers initially after Order 66 was broadcasted.

Total: One (1) Limb

4th Place: Ben Solo

Following in his namesake’s footsteps, he cut a Sith in half. In The Last Jedi, Kylo Ren removed two (2) of Emperor Snoke’s legs.

Total: Two (2) Limbs

Bronze Medal: Luke Skywalker

In true Disaster Lineage fashion, Luke Skywalker was very successful at removing limbs. His first time occurred on Hoth in The Empire Strikes Back, when he cut off one (1) of a Wampa’s arms in self defense.

Obi Wan did teach Luke well, because in Return of the Jedi, he sliced one (1) of Darth Vader’s cybernetic arms off. The fact that these dismemberments occurred on separate occasions is what gave Luke a higher placement than Ben Solo.

Total: Two (2) Limbs

Silver Medal: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

After losing his arm to Yan Dooku [see 6th Place], Anakin must have realized what an effective battle strategy dismemberment was.

In Revenge of the Sith, he returned the favor to Dooku two-fold by cutting off both (2) of the Sith’s hands (followed promptly by beheading him.)

In an effort to save Sheev Palpatine, Anakin chopped one (1) of Mace Windu’s hands off.

Many years later, in The Empire Strikes Back, Darth Vader welcomed Luke Skywalker into the family by cutting off one (1) of his hands.

Total: Four (4) Limbs

Gold Medal: Obi Wan Kenobi

A surprise to no one, Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi has the highest limb count by a landslide.

He started his journey off in The Phantom Menace by foolishly believing that chopping a humanoid in half would kill them. He removed both (2) of Darth Maul’s legs.

Ten years later, following one of Padme Amidala’s many assassination attempts, Obi Wan disarmed the bounty hunter Zam Wessel by cutting off one (1) of her hands.

In the arena on Geonosis, he sliced two (2) of an ackley’s arms off.

In Revenge of the Sith, Obi Wan faced off against General Grevious and a droid army on Utapau. He decapitated one of Grievous’ guards and cut off two (2) of the General’s hands.

In the battle against his former Padawan on Mustafar, Kenobi set a limb record by cutting off both (2) of Anakin’s legs and his remaining (1) flesh arm.

His final dismemberment took place in A New Hope at the Mos Eisley Cantina. Once again, he disarmed someone in the literal sense; he cut off one (1) of Ponda Baba’s arms.

Total: Eleven (11) Fucking Limbs

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sinkthoseshipspoll · 1 year

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Welcome To The Ship Poll

Round One Master List

Round Two:

Side One:

Moby Dick from One Piece VS. Ever Given from Real Life

Millennium Falcon from Star Wars VS. USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-D)[Enterprise-D] from Star Trek

Gigantic from Zero Escape VS. Ship of Theseus from Real Life/Philosophical Thought Experiment

B'rel class Bird-of-Prey[Klingon Bird-of-Prey] from Star Trek VS. Thousand Sunny from One Piece

Side Two:

The Aurora from The Mechanisms VS. Battleship Halberd[Halberd] from Kirby

S.S. Anne from Pokémon VS. USS Enterprise (NCC-1701) from Star Trek

USS Voyager from Star Trek VS. Going Merry from One Piece

Lor Starcutter from Kirby's Return to Dream Land VS. Ghost from Star Wars Rebels

So, you may know my original ship poll @bestshipsmackdown (currently doing pre-qualifying rounds to fill out eight missing spots in the official bracket), and you may be wondering, ‘Hey why are you doing a whole separate ship poll?’ And you’re right! That’s super weird of me.

However!! This time it’s not about relationships! It’s about vessels! This is all about what’s the best ship, whether it be a steamboat or space voyager! You get to submit the contestants!

General Rules:

No people or relationship ships should be submitted.

Real ships can be submitted, but I would definitely prefer if people stuck to fictional ships.

Use internet etiquette: curate your own experience. If you can’t simply block the blog and move on, when you don’t like something, you’re too young/immature to be on the internet unsupervised.

While you’re here, why don’t you check out these cool poll blogs while you’re at it!

@vs-coughing-baby @super-shapeshifter-showdown @let-them-say-fuck-tournament @best-fanfic-trope @camebackwrong-tournament @fictionalband-bracket @gender-swag-bracket @fashion-disaster-tournament @childr3ns-book-bracket @namedafterflowerstournament @least-sexy-man-competition @ultimate-poll-tournament @thecompetitionshowdowntournament @cringefailloser-tournament @lighthairdarkhair-battle @catgirlgames @dead-character-showdown @rock-swag-tournament @certified-dumbass-competition

And of course, here’s the form to submit your ships! [closed until season 2 of the bracket is ready to commence]

Have fun!

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meowjaa · 9 months

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cute little thing I wrote <333

a/n: idk what this is I thought it was cute and a perfect example of y/n and levi's "friendship" as he would most definietly say they arent friends but this is their way of communicating with each other by just insults <33

Y/N: Hey, Levi. Still as short as ever, huh?

Levi: And you're still as dense as a rock, I see.

Hange: (chuckles) Oh boy, here we go again.

Erwin: Let them have their unique way of communication, Hange.

Y/N: Levi, ever considered a growth spurt or are you content with being a human grasshopper?

Levi: Funny, coming from the giant who can't even reach the top shelf without a ladder.

Hange: (grinning) This is always entertaining. Keep it up, guys!

Y/N: Levi, you should sign up for a modeling agency because you've certainly mastered the Grumpy Dwarf look.

Levi: At least I'm not a walking fashion disaster like you. Who wears socks with sandals? Seriously?

Erwin: (suppressing a chuckle) I swear, their insults get more creative each time.

Hange: It's an art form, Erwin! Now, let's appreciate it.

Y/N: Levi, are you always this cranky, or do you save your smiles for cats?

Levi: I reserve my smiles for things actually worth smiling about, something you clearly wouldn't understand.

Hange: Oh, come on, Levi. You know deep down you love these sparring sessions with Y/N.

Erwin: They've become a staple of our daily routine, that's for sure.

Y/N: Levi, if brains were money, you'd be bankrupt.

Levi: And if stupidity were a sport, you'd be an Olympic gold medalist.

Hange: (clapping) Yes! That one deserves a standing ovation!

Erwin: Alright, everyone, let's not encourage them too much.

Y/N: Levi, I honestly can't decide what's colder: your heart or your sense of humor.

Levi: I guess you'll never know since you lack both.

Hange: (laughing) Shots fired!

Erwin: You two stop before someone gets injured, and I'm not talking about someone physically.

Y/N: Fine, Erwin. Let's call a truce. Just know that you'll always be Captain Shortstack in my heart, Levi.

Levi: And you'll always be Captain Airhead to me, Y/N. Just remember that.

Hange: Well, that's a wrap, folks. We'll see them again tomorrow for another round, I'm sure!

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #levi smut #aot x reader

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MHA 2.14 - Bizarre! Gran Torino Appears - part 2

This is my first time watching so no spoilers.

Bakugo has such a confused mixed bag of emotions going on here. It is so hard for him to express anything other than anger it is like the attempt is breaking his face.

It’s the denim giraffe man! This is who Bakugo chose to intern with?! Why do I hear vogue music playing in the distance? Strike a pose! The bdsm energy is rolling in waves from this guy.

But wait, if Best Jeanist is going to fashion police Bakugo into being a good hero, does that make Bakugo the Anne Hathaway of this scenario? I feel like Bakugo is going to regret his intern pick, but this is a fever dream come true for me. Presentation, self-control, and a moral code are all areas Bakugo would benefit from learning about, if he is willing to listen.

Speaking of fashion disasters, is Kirishima’s single strip of fabric over his chest supposed to count as a shirt?

These two are great together. I love the running gaga of them being identical. They think so much alike they unintentionally picked the same internship, lol.

Ok so Momo, and the girl from class B are interning with Glam Medusa. This seems like a bad choice for both of them. They are serious fighters not glamour girlies.

This is what I am worried about. They landed with a hero that is more onto the ‘being famous’ side of hero work. I hate this for Momo in particular since she needs to regain combat confidence after her disappointing turnout at the tournament.

Good, but won’t that be more difficult while working with him? I do not know how I feel about Shouto choosing to work in close proximity with someone who abuses him. I know that Endeavor is #2 and likely has a lot to teach on the professional side, but this stresses me tf out.

I highly doubt that. I feel like Shouto already knows more about what a hero is (in a being a good person way) than Endeavor does.

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After the Long Way Up gif set going around...yesterday? (Idk, time eludes me right now) I am inspired to ask you: disaster trio's opinion on Uggs?

Thank you for this ask! I admit that I haven’t had much time to scroll through my tumblr feed the last few days and I missed the Long Way Up gif set, but thank you for sending it to me as a reference. Yes, let’s think about this.

I feel like there should be some Uggs-type boot that is standard Jedi-issue for when they go to cold planets. Because look at them:

Those poor babies are cold even with their puffy coats! Especially Anakin. I imagine he’s extra grumpy and Obi-Wan has to pack extra snacks to keep him from getting too fussy.

See, there he is, asking Rex and Obi-Wan if either of them have an oven-toasted sandwich they could spare. Sadly, no.

But notice the footwear. It’s their usual boots, which can’t be that warm.

So they return from their mission and Anakin is like, never again will my toes freeze like that. He goes online shopping and buys these (in wide width, that’s my headcanon):

They’re warm and comfy and Anakin loves them, but he soon finds they’re not waterproof. Bummer. So he wears them around the Resolute because space is cold.

Ahsoka sees them and keeps asking to try them on and Anakin’s like, we’re not even the same size. He orders these for her:

Ahsoka is so stoked that Padme’s fashion sense has rubbed off on Anakin, and he really is a good Master for making sure her feet are warm even if her shoulders and midriff are exposed.

It’s only a matter of time before Obi-Wan notices them in their Uggs and Anakin asks if he’d like a pair. But Obi-Wan doesn’t! Something about about how they’re kind of goofy looking? And clunky? And he thinks his feet would get too hot and sweaty. Anakin thinks, isn’t that the point? Don’t we all like to be hot and sweaty everywhere all the time? So he compromises and gets these low slippers for Obi-Wan:

Anakin whispers something about how if his feet are still cold, he can think of some ways to warm him up. Obi-Wan furrows his brows, surely Anakin isn’t suggesting… well anyway.

This solves the problem for when they’re hanging around their quarters, but Anakin is determined to find something that’s wet-weather appropriate. He contacts the Uggs company to ask if they’d consider making waterproof boots with the fur. And together they collaborate on a line of footwear.

Behold, the Skywalker from the Jedi Line of Uggs Boots:

And the Kenobi:

And the Tano:

The boots sell-out within a standard rotation and it’s the most popular line that Uggs has ever created.

Anakin and Ahsoka love their boots. They’re warm, comfy, and practical. Obi-Wan seems skeptical until the next time they find themselves on an ice planet and he begrudgingly admits that he’s glad he has his Kenobi boots.

Anakin whips his head around in his puffy coat.

“What was that??? Did you say that my idea was great?? That I’m so smart?? Repeat that a little louder?? Like ten more times???”

Anakin is insufferable for the remainder of the mission. But at least Obi-Wan’s toes don’t freeze.

#thanks for the ask!

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How to Write Comedy Into a Scene

Writing comedy is arguably one of the hardest things to master when it comes to writing. Thankfully, Rosalind Sterling is here to give you a comprehensive guide on how to write comedy into a scene!

As much as we love laughter, trying to implement it in our writing can sometimes be more difficult than other aspects of the writing process. So here I’m going to explain the different forms of comedy and how you can properly incorporate them into your writing so you have your reader rolling on the floor. Hopefully from laughter and not from injury, but I digress.

Types of humor:

The amount of subgenres for humor is almost endless which is why I’ll focus on the most popular kinds, and the ones I personally write the most so I can give a more experienced perspective on it.

Slapstick comedy- often focuses on exaggerated movements and facial expressions. Most commonly seen in looney toons and the three stooges.

Dark comedy- is a form of humor that takes morbid topics and represents them in a somewhat light-hearted fashion to make us laugh

Parody- a piece of media that makes fun of something else.

Spoof- a lighter version of parodies, and one I often use. It also makes fun of things to make people laugh but more calmly and subtly. Like a story being self-aware of the tropes it uses.

Situational comedy- A type of comedy that draws from the components of a situation and the dynamics of the cast members to create a humorous scene. Like a scene consisting of a ridiculous circumstance that is resolved in a humorous manner.

Now that you have an idea of the different types of comedy out there, how do you make a scene funny? Here are some prime examples and forms your comedy can take.

Make it like a cartoon

Slapstick is something you might find difficult to do in the form of a novel, but often I will put my characters in a situation so over the top that it’s hard to envision as anything other than an animated comedy sketch. I might describe the character falling down the stairs in a way so ridiculous that it’s clear it’s comedy’s sake and not to give them a thousand injuries. (Or both, shhh)

I specifically use one description of one of the comedic creatures in my novel in this way. I usually describe these creatures as making a “squeaky toy sound” when they fall or creating different sound effects depending on what they’re doing. This may sound very odd out of context, but the key to making it work is setting the universe in a way that lets the readers know that they’re in for a wild ride, and anything can happen which makes this more believable.

Expect the unexpected:

This ties into the first tip. If you have a world where anything could happen. Take advantage of that and surprise the readers. This doesn’t mean your story can’t have rules or limitations, but if your universe allows over-the-top fictional elements, my best advice is to run with it.

For example, it's noted from the beginning that my story’s universe has a lot of rules that don’t follow our logic. One of these abnormal elements is that animals and other creatures have a large amount of self-awareness. The animals may not talk but can often understand a lot more than what they could in real life. Allowing me to write a wacky comedy about a hedgehog who often drinks lemonade while bathing in the sun, a cat who will give you a dirty look at the smallest of insults, or a dog who can understand sarcasm and slap you upside the head.

Dark comedy- wait no turn the lights back on

Nah I’m not talking about comedy that takes place in the dark, but that wouldn’t be a bad idea. Just imagine taking a bunch of people who don't get along and putting them in a dark room to fend for themselves. That’ll lead to some humorous disaster. But that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m talking about humor that delves into an often forbidden zone. Now by no means get the terms dark humor and offensive humor mixed up. There are plenty of ways to use dark comedy in a way that doesn’t anger anyone. For example, you don’t have to say something mean about someone or a group of people to create dark comedy. You could instead make fun of a rather concerning situation like burglary, and make it humorous by adding your own twist. Your main character may have been robbed last night, but be thankful the expensive perfume the guy stole was actually a bottle of mace. No wonder they heard him screaming on his way out…

Don’t be shy, make fun of it :)

Okay, so there’s a brand of clothing you really hate. Or a music band you really love. Whether you love or hate your joke’s next victim, the possibilities of things you could make fun of are endless. It doesn’t necessarily have to be an insult though. Something I often parody/spoof in my books is the tropes I use. I find it funny when the characters become aware that they’re in a Hallmark-style romance scene or crying out their feelings no less dramatic than a 90’s soap opera. You could be as friendly or as brutal with this one, so go wild. I will warn that depending on what you are parodying might be copyrighted. Like a movie or song. So I would be careful with those. Though the law does allow parodies as long as they stray far from their original content, there’s nothing funny about a lawsuit…Okay, maybe it’s a little funny depending on the context. But if that’s your concern, you could stick to making fun of tropes, objects, situations, or anything that doesn’t tread the waters of copyright infringement.

Actions speak louder than words

Another form of comedy is situational comedy. The situation doesn't necessarily have to be over the top or chaotic, but feel free to make it such if you feel it fits. But situational comedy is what it’s named after. A comedy that relies solely on the character’s dynamic and scene components to result in a fit of laughter. I remember reading one of the Tales from the Gas station books (the specific book escapes me so forgive my goldfish memory) The main character was in a hospital and didn’t want the doctor to find a piece of paper that I believe was a suspicious diary entry. He panicked when the doctor came in and tried eating the paper after finding no place to hide it. When the doctor spoke to him, he had no choice but to slowly spit out the paper and let it fall to his lap as he and the doctor gave each other an equally concerned look, leaving an awkward silence that made me laugh harder than I expected to. I do recommend that series if you want more examples of wacky cartoonish humor, but these situations don’t have to be wacky to be funny. Depending on how it's written, it could fit even in the most average and realistic of comedies.

Other ways to add comedy

But what if your universe isn’t wacky? Or you like your humor as clean and lighthearted as my dog’s training history. Okay, maybe that was a bad example. But what if your universe is quite realistic to our own? And the story is geared to a younger audience or people you generally wouldn’t want risky humor going to? If that’s the case, I would go with something a bit lighter. For example, maybe some establishments or organizations have funny names and/or acronyms. Maybe the characters can briefly mention something humorous that happened to them during a completely normal conversation. One minute they’re talking about ice cream, next they’re discussing how they once had a food fight at the local ice cream parlor that resulted in three broken windows, a twenty jail sentence, and a strange fear of mint chocolate chip. How it escalated that quickly is up to you to decide. Chaos and out-of-context sentences can and will be your best friend in some cases. Or maybe your descriptions can be written funnily. (I find this works best if you use unique but ill-fitting comparisons.) Or your cast occasionally breaks the fourth wall and insults your choice of fictional tropes. And lastly, you can never go wrong with one-liners. But I’ll explain how this could go wrong and how you can prevent that.

Keep it in character

I know I know. You have an absolutely stomach twistingly hilarious one-liner or situation you’re ready to unleash to the world to unveil its unholy power of timeless humor. But before you release the beast, think about if it’s really needed. Is this something your character would normally say or do? If not, your one-liner is no longer funny and is instead confusing. If little Jimmy here is so shy and sweet, why did he just rip the most atrocious, earth-shattering deranged, insult to poor and undeserving aunt Gretchen? Okay, maybe that would be funny. Something about children doing the most unexpected and aggressive things makes me laugh. But it’s still out of character. Even if I did laugh, it would make me question what brought on such a sudden and useless addition to the conversation.

Timing and length

*Grabs your shoulders and stares into your soul* Now, listen to me closely. Timing and length are everything. Quite literally. You could concoct the most backflip-inducing joke, but put it in the wrong place and you’ll get a less than favorable reaction.

And the length of the joke is just as important. This is important because if you ramble about your punch line, or cut it off too soon, you could soil the humor behind it. I remember reading a fanfiction a while ago that made a really great joke that made me laugh, but they ended up rambling about their punchline and dissecting the reason why it was funny to the point that it made me close the link and stop reading. Please don’t do this. Your readers aren’t stupid. At least I hope not.

Most of the time if you make a joke, your readers will get it, so don’t over-explain it. I've fallen victim to this and have gone back to old drafts of mine only to wonder why I was defining a joke as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

These are just a few of the things that help me write humor. Every writer is different and has their own process. If these don’t work for you I suggest looking around and trying new techniques until you find what does. In the meantime. Happy writing and good luck!

Rosalind Sterling is a crime/comedy author, freelance writer, and artist who takes great joy in dabbling outside the box to find new and creative ways to tell stories. They are in the process of publishing the first book in their crime/comedy/sci-fi trilogy "Villain Vs. Villain" in the summer of 2023, and can primarily be found on their Instagram @blues_story_corner as well as their website: https://www.authorrosalindbsterling.com/

Photo by Gabrielle Henderson on Unsplash

#writing advice #comedy #amwriting #by rosalind sterling #by nano guest #emotions

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So the newest Napoleon movie was shit, but it did highlight one aspect of Napoleon's character that doeant get enough love.

Which was that the man knew how to dress.

In an age where the damn black and white penguin dress is what western men are stuck with as the only acceptable proper kind of clothing(thanks prince of Wales) its sometimes hard to believe there was a time when respected, malr western fashion could be colorful, snazzy and visually appealing.

And Napoleon certainly knew how to dress to inspire his troops, generally withouth going so far into bling that he made it look gaudy, like a lot of his contemporaries.

Which brings us to his biggest fashion disaster. His coeonation outfits.

Like... Why? He usually dressed great, but then for your coronation, arguably the most important symbolic moment of his life, Napoleon threw away absolutely everything he knew about making himself look good, abandoning the French fashion, he himself had played a huge role in making, in favor of trying to dress like europe's kings had dressed a century or two before.

Like, imagine you're napoleon, and in an ultimate power statement, during your own coronation, rather than be crowned by the pope, you took it from his hands and crowned yourself... And you did it, dressed like this.

No wonder even his own troops, who loved him thought he looked absolutely ridiculous and out of touch.

Oh, and speaking of his crown, look at this thing! It looks spindly, and overly detailed, yet withouth anything that makes it look regal.

THIS was the crown Napoleon envisioned to represent the French Empire, the masters of europe. This dinky little thing.

It honestly looks like a budget crown, where he needed a crown asap with a limited budget and material, and so this thing was slapped together for his coronation.

Just compare it to the british crown of the time, which yes, has it's own problems(that arc could easily have been trimmed down so it looked much better) but it has an identity, regalness, and looks like it belongs on the head of a mighty, and prestigious monarch, as opposed to Napoleon's crown.

#napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #fashion #crowns #emperor #france #french empire

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Fuck it, LU headcanons for Sky and Wild exclusively derived from Mario Kart

They have the same face, aside from Sky’s slightly more kissable lips and Wild’s scars, their facial features are eerily similar.

They are also the exact same height of short as fuck but somehow exactly average for a Link. (this is also canon in LU, I just wanted to point it out, you know that old height chart that jojo made...)

They are the only ones legally allowed to drive in a modern AU, Time and Twilight literally just ride horses everywhere or have one of the mario kart bros drive them. Warriors always has either Impa or Athena drive him and Tetra got her learners permit before Wind did so she drives him around. Legend takes public transportation which is why he’s so angry all the time.

Wild and Sky are complete adrenalin junkies, they may be legally allowed to drive but they both prefer motorcycles and they love going fast. Neither of them have just been caught for speeding yet.

If they happen to be driving next to each other, they will race, that is a fact. It doesn’t matter who wins though.

They both eat mushrooms when they’re angry

If they can do something with a dramatic flourish, they will, these bitches pull out a sword while they are in a moving car purely because it looks cool and they do similar things while fighting, whether that be twirling their swords while in the middle of a battle, or spinning themselves around even if it will make them dizzy, if it looks cool and there’s an opportunity, they will do it.

they’re both incredibly competitive and will actually cry a little if they lose at something they’re really passionate about. This is also derived from my feelings about the horseback archery mini game in botw, I have cried after almost getting enough targets but having to go get more bows and arrows just to try again just for some ugly horse armor. And you can’t tell me that Sky wouldn’t have cried from anger if Groose won the loftwing race and was alone with Sun. He just seems like the type.

They both can canonically feel happiness sometimes

They are both part of the MBCU (mario bros cinematic universe) and will appear in the mario movie (2023)

They have a complex relationship with turtles, it’s difficult to tell if they hate them or love them. Also every time they see a turtle they have the impulse to chuck it at the other.

The Hyrule Castle course in Mario Kart is exactly what Hyrule looks like after it’s established, yes there is a giant master sword in the temple of sages (fuck you it’s not the temple of time) and the knights all have ugly ass outfits but somehow not as ugly as the ones they had on skyloft (specifically when they’re on patrol and riding their loftwings, what fashion disasters)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu wild #linked universe sky #linked universe wild #if you can discern between the crack hcs and the real serious hcs ill give you a kiss on the forehead

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The Clone Wars 4.13 ‘Escape from Kadavo’ Reaction Take 2

This scene of the slave camp in the Kadavo mines was brutal. Or at least I’m assuming they're mines of some sort, what with the shovelling of coal and minecarts being pushed around by the enslaved Togruta colonists.

More Obi-Wan and Rex whump. Aw yisssssssssss

I know he’s just been hit with an electro staff but Rex really does look like he’s lounging on the coal pile. It also looks like he's wearing a skirt. I know it's a tunic that's part of the Zygerrian outfit but Rex's legs are looking particularly nice in it. More skirts for clones!

Does Dooku’s space ship have sails? This is reminding me of something but I can’t quite place it. Possibly a different sci-fi story or universe?

How does R2-D2 manage to roll around everywhere without getting spotted or detained?

“Dooku is not my master.” Honey, that is denial.

Anakin just yeeting himself over the edge of the balcony.

How did that Zygerrian not die on impact after being hurled that far off the balcony by Anakin?

“I’m listening.” Dooku is keen for more Obi-Wan despair.

That line from the Zygerrian queen about Obi-Wan’s efforts to help people only hurting them was rough yet also had some element of truth to it. Hmmmm.

Poor Obi-Wan looks so sad in the enslaved bunk room that they’ve all been put in. Though the Zygerrian queen is busy monologuing about breaking his spirit at this point, so I suppose that makes sense.

Dooku has so much sass. It must be a disaster lineage thing.

The music in this episode was just fantastic. The music in The Clone Wars, and The Bad Batch, has been consistently excellent and the Kiner’s have done an amazing job. But this episode was even another step up on top of that. The fantastical theme that’s playing in the background as Anakin frees Ahsoka by lifting up her cage really elevated (heh) the moment.

Ahsoka just casually using the Force to break off her slave collar like it’s nothing.

A betrayal by your most faithful servant? Who would’ve thought!

The soap opera-espe way the Zygerrian queen screamed and threw her space martini on the floor was hilariously over the top.

Did Anakin really just walk into a confrontation with Dooku without a lightsaber? Or did he think he’d just be able to magically get it from the Zygerrian queen without Dooku noticing? More of the famed ‘no plan’ approach from Anakin.

“I see the queen has given you a long leash.” ahahahaha the snark.

Anakin just yeeting himself backwards through a giant glass window.

Yes, you’re also a slave. Took you long enough to realise it.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the “I’m no Jedi” moment has arrived!

More excellent Obi-Wan and Rex whump. Yassssssssss

There’s just something about Rex on his knees. Mmmmmmmm.

“Still afraid to get your hands dirty.” CACKLING

Wow, they did not hesitate to blow up the Zygerrian ship that Anakin and Ahsoka arrived on Kadavo in. Instantly started blasting.

“We’ll get through the old fashioned way.” Rip that door.

Rex looks so pissed at Dooku.

Ow, poor R2 getting blasted in the foot.

Anakin is absolutely not listening to Obi-Wan here, and for once that’s probably a good thing. His line about “I’ve had enough bargaining with slave drivers.” makes it pretty clear that he’s done with all of this.

“Who said I was alone?” which leads us to...

PLO

What a fanfare for their arrival. That is definitely a ‘the heroes have arrived to save the day’ moment.

Wolf Leader to Wolf Pack AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Hey Warthog!

“About time.” Rex is ready to kick some arse.

Even Plo’s fighter is painted in the Wolf Pack pattern. Buir loves his sons very much.

Anakin just casually booting in a giant circle of metal like it’s nothing.

“We’ll need a bigger ship.” something something Jaws reference

Ok, I swear I have seen Obi-Wan use the same manoeuvre that Anakin just used that finishes with stabbing the enemy behind you while facing away from them. It feels awfully familiar. Seeing as Anakin was Obi-Wan’s padawan, it makes sense that Anakin would use some of the same fighting styles and movements as Obi-Wan, even though they ended up specialising in different lightsaber fighting forms.

What an absolutely badass move by Plo. Getting R7 to cut the engines to tumble backwards behind the enemy so that he could take them out from behind.

Fuck that blast shot from the canon just hit the clone flying that LAAT/i in the head. That was brutal.

Yas Rex, beat the shit out of that Zygerrian slaver!

Well that’s not gone well.

Omg that’s the moment Rex stabs the first Zygerrian slaver with his own electro staff. He just whirls around and stabs him with the Zygerrian slaver behind him. Also, the look afterwards. That glare. I am on the floor.

Rex fighting that Zygerrian slaver is just So. Damn. Hot. And then he headbutts him with the most perfect keldabe kiss. And then the way he just stands there afterwards and gets a hero pose with the camera framing him from below. Sir. Please. Have mercy.

The music is so good here. It’s really heightening everything and taking it all up a notch. Several notches even.

Ahsoka just magically knowing how to open the doors to the enslaved Togruta colonists. Blah blah movie magic blah blee yes I know.

Anakin looked so disgruntled at the canons having ray shields. Not worried. Like it was an irritation. How dare the canons ruin my fun with ray shields. Booooo.

WOLFFE

Finally get a good look at Wolffe’s bucket and he’s got 3 gold rectangles above his left eye, which isn’t the one he lost to Ventress. He’s also got funny looking spikey shapes beneath the lower split of his visor. Are those supposed to be fangs Wolffe? Oh, and there’s some triangles along the sides as well, under what passes for cheekbones on his bucket. His visor is also narrower than the other clones. It’s got a raised white lining around the outside. I wonder what that’s for. It's a different shape too.

Hello to the other two Wolf Pack clones in the background. I don’t think I’ve seen the marking of the one on the left but his helmet looks cool. The markings kind of look similar-ish to the Rishi eel on Fives’ bucket. Maybe this is Comet? Just checked Wookieepedia and yup, it's Comet. Hi Comet! I wonder what the design on his bucket is. Does anyone know?

The other Wolf Pack clone looks pretty standard apart from the grey lower sections of his bucket (which Wolffe also has) so I’m going to go with this being Sinker based on what I could see of their armour paint in 4.5 ‘Mercy Mission’.

Admiral Coburn seems about as no nonsense as Wolffe. I can see them getting along fairly well.

I don’t think that cruiser is a Venator. It doesn’t look big enough. Just checked Wookieepedia and it looks more like an Arquitens-class light cruiser.

Omg the “I’m no Jedi” scene has arrived.

“I know a Jedi won’t killed an unarmed man.” Obi-Wan: Have you met my very much not-a-Jedi friend?

The way Obi-Wan looks over at Rex like he’s the loophole out of this situation.

Batman baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

Rex just flings that electro staff like it’s nothing. He impales the Zygerrian slaver through his own chair. This post by @nikolaislanstovs has some fantastic contributions from @thatfunkyopossum, @norcumii and @anundine that break down just how strong Rex is in this scene. That electro staff isn’t pointed. It’s blunt. And Rex still hurls it through the Zygerrian slaver and through the back of his thick chair (that is presumably made of some kind of metal) so the entire head of the electro staff and more is sticking out of the back of the chair. The strength. Sir, please contain yourself. Actually, no. Don’t. Your particular brand of unhinged is perfect.

I’M NO JEDI

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA OMG REX. SIR. OMG. You can impale me anytime.

As much as I love this moment, I expected it to be more. It’s another one of those major moments in the lives of the clones that end up being very brief moments in the show. I’ve rambled on about this before, most recently in 4.10 ‘Carnage of Krell’ so I’m going to stop myself before I keep blithering on about the same point.

That Zygerrian slaver and his silly hover chair made a particularly satisfying thunk when they crashed into the screen.

That is a tight fit for the cruiser. Good parking job whichever clone was flying.

Look at the Wolf Pack run along the top of the cruiser!

Aaaaaaaaaah they’ve got jet packs and Wolffe's kama is flapping behind him and he leaps off the top of the cruiser like a superhero and aaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Look at them all leap into the air and fly around! I love them all!

That’s a squad of 5 from the Wolf Pack. I wonder who they all are. Ok one of them is the clone with the somewhat Rishi eel style paint so I’m just going to run with the idea that it’s Comet. Oh, turns out the triangles on the sides of Wolffe’s bucket look like teeth. We get it Wolffe. You’re a wolf. Bless him. The paint on his vambraces and upper arm armour is also grey and finishes in spikes. Plus I think he has the same 3 gold rectangles above his eye on the other side (so the eye that he did lose to Ventress). He’s also got a tiny upside down red triangle in the middle of the forehead of his bucket. Fives had the same one. I wonder if this means something, or is supposed to denote something. Is this an ARC trooper thing? Wookieepedia doesn’t list Wolffe as an ARC but he’s got a kama so I’m going to go with the theory that he is one.

Ahsoka saving the falling Togruta colonist by catching them physically and with the Force. More canonical evidence for my Tech is saved by a Jedi headcanon.

How are the Togruta colonists not shredding their hands sliding down the cables?

Wolf Pack clones saving the other falling Togruta colonists by catching them using their jet packs! More canonical evidence for the Tech saves himself with the secret jetpack he’s made in his pack headcanon.

The Wolf Pack clone that saved the Togruta with long montrals had grey paint on the bottom section of their bucket so let’s assume that’s Sinker.

“That’s everyone. We have to go. The facility’s breaking up.” He’s so gruff and no nonsense and grumpy. I love Wolffe so much.

The music is so grand and triumphant here. It’s been so damn good this whole episode.

Obi-Wan looking like an absolute wreck. Man keeps loosing robes in more ways than one. At least Cody doesn’t have to pick it up off the battlefield this time.

“Surviving this will only strengthen the people.” Hmmmmm. That’s not always the case. Speaking from personal experience here. What doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger.

You can see Plo, Anakin, Rex, Obi-Wan and Wolffe standing in the background having a conversation. I can just picture Wolffe giving Rex so much shit for his Zygerrian outfit. The commander's group chat is going to have a field day after this. There’s going to be so much ribbing.

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stonecoldsilly · 2 years

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episode seven acofaf thoughts:

the object work this episode oh my god????? lou looking through the fey calendar? lou miming a whole animated conversation as a distraction? surena tailoring that whole outfit and sparking up the blowtorch? chefs kisses all round

the cousins getting high as balls and LOOSE with it was incredible they're me we're the same

beginning and ending with ruehob drama yes! yes! yes!

'you know apollo? he been looking at this.' *devilish smile* lou wilson the player ever this episode he came out SWINGING

frog voice binx loml

'but a comma in the life of the archfey'

wuvvy? wrackingspelt? titania? blemish and boil? what is everyone doing and WHAT DID THE TRICKSTER COURT MAKE I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED THERE SHOULD BE 18 EPISODES OF THIS (look i know aabria was busy this summer but my god what a show)

apollo and suntar vs chirp and squak, impeccable nasty little bastards at each other

polymorph was the clutch spell this ep outrageous behaviour throwing fish out of windows is fashionable as fuck

andhera swearing loyalty i melted i was a puddle i have a thingggg about fealty that was for me specifically

the NPCs are so so so so so good grabalba and grandfather and suntar and wuvvy and the wave master i would wed any of them at the drop of a hat

oh the fit checks the fit checks the art we are so blessed

you don't know scratch?

tag team trip attack squad failing miserably what a world

chirp slapping rue's ass yeah gworl me too im about it

god they're all so messed up hob has the self esteem of a damp slug and is scared by fireworks (with all that implies), andhera rebels against his loveless upbringing by befriending everyone in a twenty foot radius, rue represents a court that barely speaks to them and stole them as a child, binx's whole society vanished and the cousins are genuinely terrified of their grandfather and the consequences of failure please i want to protect these fictional disasters so much

'oscar you wanna call odds or evens?' listen to me i spent the last twenty minutes of the show wrapped in a blanket with just my eyes peeking out and emitting muffled shrieks at everything 'i have never been happier to roll a nat one'???? the funny dnd show having one of the best romances i've seen this century was absolutely out of pocket but i cannot stop thinking about it i cannot i am a ruehob girlie down to my bones and we. just. keep. WINNING.

#im so tired and so happy #i didn't want to start the episode because then the joy of anticipating it would be over #i am guaranteed happiness until october fifth #aabria you're the most dm ever im withering im perishing im a charred husk of my former self #the cast are all winning but not as much as the audience #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #dimension20 #dimension 20 spoilers #captain k.p. hob #delloso de la rue #battlemaster of ceremonies #lord squak airavis #lady chirp featherfowl #prince andhera #binx choppley

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unknownfortuna · 1 year

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Planets in Astrology

SUN~ Planet of self and our identity; speaks of our inner creativity, inner heart strength in rising to meet challenges, authority, confidence, and ability to lead.

Associated with the following: Father, Husband, Masculine energy, rules Leo and 5th House.

MOON~ Planet of emotions; mood swings, how we feel about certain topics, our soul, intuition, nurturing style, desires.

Associated with the following: Mother, Pregnancy, fertility, childbirth, feminine energy, Cancer and 4th house.

MERCURY~ Planet of communication; Logic and processing, how we express ourselves, short trips (workday commute, visit neighbor, going across town), siblings, transportation.

Associated with the following: Virgo=feminine energy and 6th house, Gemini=masculine energy and 3rd house

VENUS~ Planet of love and money; Pleasure, harmony, emotional attachments, marriages, friendships, business partnerships. Spreads happiness and tenderness, while teaching us how to love and appreciate others, things we possess.

Associated with the following: Beauty and art. Feminine energy, taurus/Libra and the 2nd/7th house.

MARS~ Planet of Passion; Energy, passion, drive, determination, Rules, military. Standing up and getting noticed for what your getting done. Our inner power (not heroic energy like the sun but much more intense), confidence, ambition, competition, aggression, stamina.

Associated with the following: God of war (Ares), sexuality, sexual energy, weapons and surgery. Masculine energy, Aries/Scorpio and 1st/8th house.

JUPITER~ Planet of luck; Higher learning, yearning for exploring ideas of spirituality all the way to intellectually, forming ideology, religion, philosophy, Long distance travel, games of chance.

Associated with the following: Luck and good fortune, expansion (ex. weight gain), masculine energy, Pisces/Sagittarius and 12th/9th house.

SATURN~ Planet of Karma; Doesn't make things come easily. The task master. Discipline and responsibility. restrictions and delays, wisdom, perseverance, structure, order.

Associated with the following: Old age and lessons, teacher (traditions and patterns), contracts, masculine energy, Capricorn/Aquarius and 10th/11th house. 1st Saturn return 27-30 years old.

URANUS~ Planet of rebellion (1st outer/generational planet); Expanded consciousness, new perspective, originality, interventions, computers, cutting edge, technology, future events, break tradition, revolution, dictators, autonomous state, free will, bizarre behaviors, freedom, creativity

Associated with the following: androgynous energy, earthquakes, natural disasters, unpredictable, Aquarius and 11th house. Higher octave of Mercury.

NEPTUNE~ The planet of illusion, generational planet; dreams, illusions, thoughts, the mysterious. Spirituality is important to harness for personal development. Any meditative state (or reaching a 'flow state') such as dancing, poetry, singing, baking, and music. Delusion, hypochondria, hypnosis.

Associated with the following: God of the sea (Poseidon), rules movies, fashion, glamour, creating illusion. Drugs, alcohol, and escapism. Sleep and dreams. Feminine, Pisces and 12th house. Higher octave of Venus.

PLUTO~ Planet of Power; Transformation, regeneration, rebirth, secrecy, out with the old/in with the new, transcend what we believe- redeem ourselves- come out stronger knowing better. intensity. asking generation to look within to subconscious (fear pushes buttons needed to transform).

Associated with the following: God of death (Hades), reproductive system/ genitals, death, destruction, obsession, kidnapping, viruses, waste, underworld, undercover, dictatorship/terrorism=power, atomic power. feminine energy. Scorpio and 8th house. higher octave of mars.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself..." Pg 130 -The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

#astrology signs #astrology houses #astrology notes #astrology blog #astrology #zodiac signs #astro blog #saturn #sun #moon #venus #mercury #pluto #Neptune #Uranus #planets

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therapy yesterday (tw: health anxiety, specifically heart-related; contamination OCD)

so i probably have health anxiety. i've been having some physical symptoms which led me to get an electrocardiogram (ECG) and then a 24hr ECG - and of course i didn't have any symptoms during, only before and after 🙄- but i talked to my psych about how i get all obsessive over it (e.g. i get palpitations, i check what that could mean, i worry i'm having a heart attack, the anxiety causes the palpitations to get worse, the cycle continues). and turns out she wrote her masters thesis on heart-related health anxiety so literally the best person i could be talking to about this!

in typical health anxiety fashion i spent all of today researching health anxiety. i found a subreddit (r/HealthAnxiety) and reading their posts has been really helpful. i also found a workbook on health anxiety so i'll read that.

the thing to remember is that i'm still here. like... i've had many episodes of these heart symptoms and i'm not dead.

of course though, all the symptoms of a heart attack are the same as symptoms of anxiety & panic attacks. which makes it hard! but then the trick is to wait, as hard as that is. if you're really having a heart attack, your body knows. panic attacks are awful but they won't kill you.

if i had been assessed as a kid, i reckon i would've been diagnosed with OCD (and painfully obvious autism lol). i read Roald Dahl's autobiography when i was a kid and he wrote about having appendicitis which scared the shit out of me. obviously treatment and prognosis of appendicitis is way better in 2023 than it was in the early 1900s lol. but if i felt any amount of abdominal pain i'd be mentally running through the symptoms of appendicitis and freak myself out over it. (a small reason why i got a hysterectomy was so that i'd be 100% certain that i could never get a ruptured ovarian cyst, or endometriosis, or cervical cancer, etc.).

i was also obsessed with (and terrified of) natural disasters. i'd memorised all the cloud shapes and patterns and what they meant and i was always analysing the clouds to make sure a tornado wasn't about to happen (worth noting i live in a part of the world where tornadoes literally do not happen). or i'd see a mountain that was vaguely pointy and i'd be like, oh shit what if that's a volcano. or i'd be at the beach and be obsessively checking the sky and sea to make sure i'd be prepared if a tsunami were to happen (again, there's no volcanic activity here or tsunamis). bushfires do happen and can be pretty severe (our house came close to burning down a few times) and i still fixate on them during bushfire season but definitely not to the point i did as a kid.

i also went through a phase were i'd never be sure if i washed my hands after going to the loo, so i'd go back to the bathroom multiple times to wash them again. classic OCD there.

my psych and i theorise that these anxiety/OCD-like symptoms are the result of autism and trauma (as everything seems to be in my life lol). it makes sense - a little (undiagnosed) autistic kid in a chaotic, unstable environment hyperfixates on control and uncertainty (OCD)... and develops a fear of pain and death. an injury can be controlled, there's a process and uniformity to it (e.g. you cut your finger, so you wash it and get a bandaid, and over time it heals). an abusive environment is unpredictable and can't be controlled, so you focus on what you can control (and dissociate from the rest). once again, i have to wonder how much easier and better my life would be if it weren't for all the trauma lol...

#dogpost #personal #hs' anxiety #health anxiety #illness anxiety #hypochondria #the dr thought it might be mild serotonin syndrome (tho unlikely) so i had to stop my anti-anxiety meds ironically #obsessive compulsive related disorders #somatic symptoms #hypochondriasis #ocd #obsessive compulsive disorder #in my unprofessional opinion i think HA is a type of OCD (it has obsessions (health) & compulsions (checking & reassurance))#also the queue has run out so i'll be not very active for a bit while i get through my drafts and fill up the queue again

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