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Chapter 10 of TPiaG: Body Swap AU

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@sincerely-sofie We made it to the double digits! Thank you so much for all your encouragement and nice words! It's what has kept me continuing with this story, despite the first chapter just kinda being a one off thing! I look forward to continuing it!

Dusknoir makes breakfast

"Do not ever forget that." Dusknoir uttered.

Even though he can't see his face, the light from the tail flame let him know exactly how Darkrai felt.

He let go of him, dropping him on the couch.

Dusknoir silently picked up the book he'd been learning Braille with and entered into his room. Quietly shutting the door, so as to not wake Celebi.

Dusknoir stood in front of his door for several moments before quietly slumping against it. His hands were shaking harder than he ever thought possible.

It wasn't her.

It's not her anymore.

That's Darkrai. Not Twig.

You didn't hurt Twig again.

That's not what Twig looks like anymore.

Dusknoir slowly breathed in and out.

He couldn't see Darkrai's face clearly. Even while so close to him.

But even if he looked like a painting had been left out in the rain before it could dry...

He still knew that look. It showed itself clearly in his mind despite his impaired vision.

He regretted intimidating him immediately

And it wasnt because he looked like her.

It was that expression of terror.

He felt he deserved it.

He tortured him and so many others for so long.

But the way his body completely froze when he grabbed him.

The same way that Twig did...

...

Dusknoir remembered how scared and vulnerable he felt whenever he was around Dialga.

He can't help but feel like he's not too different from how he acted.

Dusknoir wanted to apologize. And he didn't want to.

Dusknoir mustered the courage to peek out his door.

Darkrai had already left.

Dusknoir hesitated before he slunk back into his room.

He closed his door, and laid down in his bed.

Dusknoir quickly fell asleep. His thoughts swirled in spirals, chasing each other as he contemplated both throwing Darkrai out into the street, and begging for forgiveness.

~~

Dusknoir awoke before anyone else in the home.

His stomach growled in hunger.

That reminded him of how he heard Darkrai open and shut the pantry last night. Not having eaten anything.

Dusknoir felt... Well, it wasn't pity. Nor was it any kind of compassion. He thinks. He just remembers how difficult it was to have a full stomach so many years ago.

Dusknoir sighed as he rose from his bed. If he was going to feed Celebi and Grovyle, he might as well feed him too.

~

It took much longer than Dusknoir would ever admit to manage to create a rudimentary stir fry. He had to sample several berries to ensure that he was still putting in Rawst berries instead of Yache (Why did they even buy those?). It was only after he garnished them that he'd realized that he'd forgotten to check if those were walnuts and not cashews. And he prayed that the vegetables he cooked were a darker color because of the heat and not because he burned them.

The fact that he couldn't read the recipe book made it worse. He'd practically eaten two small portions by the time he'd finished. Constantly tasting it to make sure it wasn't worse than Celebi's 'cooking'.

Blast this darn eye, if only Kip hadn't-

Dusknoir's fist tightened. He struck down the thought instantly.

It was his fault that his vision was screwed up the way it was.

Not Kip's.

Kip didn't do anything wrong to him.

Not back then, and not now.

...

Dusknoir sighed as he looked out the window.

It was long past dawn.

Dusknoir quietly opened Celebi's door. The room dark after having a wardrobe pushed to sit in front of the window.

"Celebi?" Dusknoir asked. He was afraid he'd squish her if he felt around to find her. It was impossible to see in here.

"Mmgh..." She sleepily growled.

Dusknoir told her that he had made breakfast, but that he needed help.

Celebi eventually obliged, after he promised to let her sleep the rest of the day.

Dusknoir approached Darkrai's door, his plate of food held in one hand.

Celebi looked pretty upset that he'd asked her to unlock the door.

"Why dont you just break the lock?" She asked.

Dusknoir glanced away from her.

"I... I dont believe Twig would appreciate having more of her home destroyed during our stay."

That was a partial reason.

He was still scared of Darkrai.

He feared that opening the door would lead to the Legend that he had carried to the hospital just a week prior.

And given what he said last night...

Celebi quietly unlocked the door with a small screwdriver that was kept atop the doorframe. Putting it in the hole on this side and mumbling grumpily as she fiddled with it.

The door opened and it was just Darkrai. Still in Twig's body...

He had the blanket from last night draped over his back. His neck lay on top of the second blanket. Facing the door.

Dusknoir felt a pang of guilt run through him.

He set the plate of food on the floor and left.

Dusknoir gave Celebi her portion, and she sat down at the table to eat as Dusknoir prepared Grovyle's portion.

Even if he had to squint to think he knows what Celebi's expression was, the fact that she wasn't humming a tune or complimenting his cooking told him all he needed to know.

"Are you okay Celebi?" He asked, lowering himself to sit on the ground across from her.

Celebi's head turned away from her food. He thinks she's glaring at the ground.

"I'm fine." She growled.

Dusknoir steeled his expression.

"No you're not." He replied. He saw Celebi's head turn back towards him.

"Please, Celebi. I'm worried. Tell me how I can-"

Celebi interrupted him with an exasperated sigh.

"Look, I appreciate that you want to help. But I'm not in the mood for a lecture right now. So can you just leave me alone please?" Celebi voiced.

Dusknoir watched her as she ate the rest of her food.

Celebi rose from her seat after taking her last bite.

"Thanks for the food. It was delicious." She mumbled, her tone not indicating much one way or the other.

Celebi fluttered from her seat, back into her room and shut the door. Leaving Dusknoir alone.

Dusknoir sighed as he collected her dishes and put them in the sink.

He took Grovyle's plate and entered into the room he was staying in.

"Grovyle. I... I made breakfast."

Dusknoir sat down next to him, holding his plate.

"Thanks." He mumbled, as he started to sit up.

Dusknoir moved a hand and held it over his chest.

"I won't allow you to put yourself in more pain."

Grovyle laid back down, took a deep breath and sighed.

"Stop that. I know that hurts you."

Dusknoir took the fork on his plate and started feeding him.

It was almost comical. The hitman that hunted him for years feeding him like he's a toddler.

Dusknoir would have laughed if the circumstances were different.

Dusknoir eventually cleaned off Grovyle's plate.

"How was it?" He asked.

Grovyle swallowed the last bite.

"Good." He replied.

Dusknoir rose from his seating position.

"Is there anything else I can-"

"No." Grovyle interrupted.

Dusknoir looked at him with worry before sighing.

"Alright."

He left the room, gently shutting Grovyle's door.

Dusknoir returned to the kitchen and put the dishes away.

He propped his elbows on the counter and leaned forward. Holding his head in his hands.

He wanted to help.

He wanted to make up for what he's done to them.

He's trying so hard.

But how on earth do you help someone that doesn't want help?

Dusknoir sighed deeply as he put the final portions of breakfast into a container.

He needed to clear his head.

He needed to go for a walk, get some fresh air.

He might as well feed Kip and visit Twig.

Dusknoir silently left the home and started traveling to the Verdant Village hospital.

He glanced around occasionally.

His heart ached as he tried to see the beauty around him, but it was all blurred. His vision fell to the ground in front of him.

Tears stung in his eye as he forced his thoughts to not enter an awful mindset.

He is going to make things right.

He's going to tell Kip again, that what he forgives him for what he did.

He will tell him that as many times it takes to be believed.

And he'll tell him as many times as it takes for him to believe that as well.

"Aw shoot." Dusknoir heard someone mutter in front of him.

He looked up and his heart lept in his chest. Even while blurry he would recognize her.

"Twig?" He asked, his voice shaking.

The figure's head shot upwards, her piercing blue eyes, prominent enough to be clear compared to everything else.

"D-Dusknoir?" She asked, her voice shaking as well.

#oopsie daisy! #it appears that Dusknoir has forgotten the teeny tiny detail that Twig didnt actually know that he's back! #perhaps rushing her barely alive body to the hospital would have anyone forget such a small totally insignificant detail! #oh BOY i look forward to exploring that soon enough. #text post #pmd eos #the present is a gift au #fanfic of a fanfic #pmd #writing #fanfic #body swap au #pmd2 #Im so proud of that line where he says he cant see the beauty around him because it's all blurred. #Because it isn't /just/ referring to his damaged eyesight! #going feral over the fact that /I/ wrote that.

[emletish-fish]

Frankly, I feel Amanda should've been way more conflicted about helping Tory. Like, she should be like, "Yes, these kids deserve better influences, but on the other hand, Tory here twice committed premeditated assault on my daughter and she's broken into our house".

(For Tory to be redeemed, and any sort of reconciliation to happen, she needs to learn to be empathetic to those she's hurt, and she needs to be shown acknowledging why her prior behavior was wrong)

It's a YMMV with the how people see the Mom-Triangle. If you found it unsatisfying, that's valid.

I also think the reason why everyone's mileage varies so much with the mom triangle will depend on whether people have a solution based outlook (what will solve the problem/get the best outcome is the priority) or a more punitive punishment orientated outlook (has the wrong-doer being punished sufficiently is the priority).

I unironically love it as a storyline. It was refreshing for me to see a female-centric storyline that was in many ways kinda removed from the karate drama and was instead focused on the relationships between women, and the role of a good female mentor/mother figure.

(I'm trying not to make too many predictions for season 5 aside from 'it will be batshit insane' BUT I think we will see Tory torn between two very opposing view-points, role-models and example of womanhood between Amanda and her new female sensei, (who in many ways will embody a potential cobra-kai embracing future that the old Tory would have aspired to. Whereas Amanda is presenting a much more compassionate example of adult womanhood and shows Tory that it is possible to be both powerful and peaceful).

I do think Amanda showed sufficient ambivalence towards Tory and some uncertainty about helping her during their second interaction at the dealership. It's implied that Amanda backed off helping Tory then and only resumed to do so after the girl approached her. During their third interaction, she is careful to give Tory space and only encourages her to seek help but makes no overtures of direct involvement until Tory asks.

I think, given the time-constraints, more time on Amanda not wanting to help Tory wouldn't have served much purpose.

Season 4 was an immensely crowded season, story-telling wise. With such limited time, I don't quite see what having Amanda pile on the Tory-sucks-train beyond their first two interactions would serve.

Because TV is a visual medium - so we already know that Tory has severe anger issues. We've seen her do unhinged things. We know that Tory is an angry and messed up kid in a terrible situation - so Amanda spending more time complaining about her misdeeds only be re-hashing what we already know, which isn't the best use of screen time.

Also, in the storyline, if Tory didn’t receive any help, there would be absolutely no driving narrative force for her changing her behaviour for the better.  Without Amanda;s intervention, then Tory would most likely continue feeling like the entire world was out to get her and lashing out accordingly.

Amanda meets Tory when she directly confronts her at work, taking full advantage of their power-imbalance and contributing to Tory getting fired. Yes - Tory gets herself fired by her angry outburst, (Tory having anger issues is well established), but Amanda can see she had a role to play in lighting the dynamite and feels contrition.

Amanda can choose to continue being shitty to a girl who already has an immensely hard life (that Amanda just made a whole lot harder) - but what would that ultimately serve the narrative? Seeing another adult bullying Tory/assert their power over her wasn't necessary for me. It's not something I would have found satisfying as a viewer.

We've already see Tory be sexually harrassed, propositioned and financially bullied by her landlord, fired without ceremony by her boss, and mocked cruelly about her dying mother by her aunt (her only living blood relation). We know money is extremely tight, her father is absent and her family had periods where they were starving and had food denied to them by cruel bosses (who also then fired her sick mother). It's implied she was sexually assaulted by an unknown adult male and had to physically defend herself.

(like enough already.)

As a viewer, I did not need to see another Adult mistreat Tory.

Tory has definitely made A LOT of mistakes. So Many. All the Mistakes. But when we look at her life, it's not hard to see why she's gained a 'It's a dog-eat-dog world' kind of cynicism and a layer of anger armour as she goes through life.

I actually think this direction, showing that Amanda also had violent anger issues but was able to work through them, is a much more positive one. Amanda is showing Tory here are other options aside from violence and compassion isn't weakness. She treats Tory gently, and considering how harsh Tory's life is, just being treated kindly by an adult without ulterior motive causes a huge change.

Tory's outlook completely shifts from 'No Mercy - there are no rules' to 'No. I won't cheat to win.'

What we didn't know at the start of the season is that Amanda had a rich history of Violent Teenage Rage and could see part of herself reflected in Tory's anger issues. Amanda identifies with Tory as a result. And she knew from experience the best way to break a pattern of violence and anger is with its opposite, kindness and understanding.

Rather than fighting fire with fire, Amanda chooses to try and take the heat down a notch.

Young!Amanda was treated with compassion and guidance, so she was able to grow past her anger. She's still feisty and assertive, but her rage no longer consumes or controls her.

Tory does not have anyone to show her this kind of compassion and guidance until Amanda comes along.

(For Tory to be redeemed, and any sort of reconciliation to happen, she needs to learn to be empathetic to those she's hurt, and she needs to be shown acknowledging why her prior behavior was wrong)

I don't think Tory needs to reconcile with Sam to be redeemed. Tory's attempts at being a better person should continue whether or not Sam eventually forgives her.

It would be great if the girls can eventually bury the hatchet, and Tory definitely should apologise to Sam at the very least - but I also don't think her 'redemption' should revolve around Sam.

You've said that Tory needs to learn empathy, but for me, considering absolutely no one in her life treats Tory with any sort of empathy, this will be a hard thing for her to learn on her own without any kind of lived experience or role models.

(This is not a dig at Tory's mom, who we've never even seen, but her illness has thrust the full weight of keeping a family of 3 running on her 16/17 year old daughter. Tory is responsible for earning rent money, preparing food, paying bills and supervising her brother. No matter how warm and loving their relationship, the physical reality of Tory's situation is unchanged).

But who else could teach Tory about morals and ethics and how to make amends and live a better life? Kreese? Her creepy and inappropriately sexual landlord? Her spiteful, greedy addicted aunt?

I will say that Tory suffers from very uneven writing, depending on what the writers want to do with her in that particular scene (eg her yoyo-ing concern about her family is very dependant on her proximity to Sam), and this can hurt her character arcs as she engages in some inexplicable dramatics for the sake of The Dramas!

However, showing that Tory will respond equally as emphatically to a positive role model in Amanda as she did to a negative role model in Kreese, is actually a really interesting step. Tory has an incredible amount of respect for Amanda and really takes onboard everything she says.

She isn't immediately a better person and she still makes bad choices, but overall, she shows that she is extremely receptive to Amanda and is beginning to absorb her world-view.

Learning the importance of conducting herself honourably in a fight was something Tory clearly learned from Amanda, (not Kreese or Silver). Amanda wanted BOTH girls to be able to move on and find peace and they were never going to be able to do that if Tory cheated (something she was later pressured directly to do by the other adult she respects the most).

It was easier for Tory to believe in the importance of fairness when she finally had a taste for it herself, when she wasn't broke and overburdened by the weight of caring for her family, when she didn't feel like there were no rules in life. Amanda helping her was instrumental in Tory growing. Finally getting a bit of sunlight helped her bloom.

Tory's life has been very unfair, and she's a poverty stricken and vulnerable young woman who easily embraced a 'no mercy' mindset because that was how she had always been treated, so this worldview slotted neatly into her lived experience.

Amanda showing her mercy caused her to re-evaluate her deeply held convictions. Tory's actions in the final prove that, at her core, Tory does want to be a better person and live a better life.

#Emletish Answers #Cobra Kai meta #Tory Nichols #Amanda LArusso #Sam Larusso #The mom-triangle #Do I think the mom triangle was perfect? #no there were definitely some messy bits #but in general it was such a suprising and optimistic and refreshing storyline #so I forgive it all the foibles because the overall arc is great #like tory has fucked up a lot #but she has also being shat on completely by life from every angle #how is she ever going to learn compassion if no one ever shows her any #how is going to learn about justice and mercy and honour if she never experiences it for herself directly #her behaviour towards sam is off the charts #but more punishment and an even shittier life isn't going to help her learn how to let go of her anger at Sam #which I would argue is more rooted in her resentment of Sam's privilege than anything else #Like Tory's done bad things but Amanda treating her with respect really turned things around for that girl #Tory could definitely benefit from more consistent writing #She has treated Sam absolutely terribly and Sam is completely justified in her unforgiving stance regarding Tory #But Tory is still just a kid in a totally shitty situation with no support #but when she's given love and support she really blossoms #And i just kinda like all the kids and want the best out come for all of them #tory and amanda #tory and sam

[pucksandpower]

okay but all i can think of is grid kids: where y/n and sebastians’ daughter gets her period while being with the guys and they freak out while she is completely calm😭😭😭

Grid Kids: It’s Just a Little Blood

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids have always been their little sister’s role models and teachers but it turns out that they have some things left to learn themselves

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“She’s bleeding out!”

Lando’s panicked face fills your screen as the FaceTime call connects.

You immediately sit upright, heart racing. “What? Where? What happened?”

“We found her in the bathroom,” Charles adds, holding up a suspicious-looking red spot on the bathroom rug.

George, on the brink of hyperventilation, rushes in, “We need to call an ambulance! It’s a lot of blood. So much blood.”

Max is basically begging, “Just tell us what to do.”

From the background, you hear your daughter’s exasperated voice, “Guys! It’s just my period! Calm down!”

There’s a collective pause. Mick, with wide eyes, slowly asks, “Period? As in ... the monthly thing?”

Your daughter rolls her eyes but is clearly amused, “Yes. Welcome to female biology.”

You laugh, trying to calm the situation. “Okay, first of all, she’s not bleeding out. It’s totally natural. Didn’t any of you take a basic health class?”

Lance raises an awkward hand, “I might’ve skipped that day ... or week.”

Sebastian is trying not to laugh next to you, “Did any of you ever have a girlfriend? Or a sister?”

Lando sheepishly responds, “It just ... never came up in conversation, I guess?”

Your daughter holds a pad up like it’s a game show prize, “Alright, class is in session. First lesson: how to attach this to underwear.“

The line goes silent for a second before George finally speaks up, “You know, I have a newfound appreciation for what women go through.”

You giggle, “As you should. Time for lesson one of many. Pay attention, boys.”

***

The phone buzzes with an incoming call, Lando picking it up instantly. “Hey, kiddo! What’s up?”

“Can you come pick me up?” Her voice, cracking with frustration as she tries to keep her tears at bay, comes through the phone. “I’m in a lot of pain but the physical education teacher won’t let me sit out despite my cramps being really bad.”

George, overhearing the conversation, frowns. “Seriously? She can’t be that heartless.”

Max grabs the phone, his protective instincts kicking in. “We’re on our way. Just hang tight.”

Within minutes, the grid kids arrive at the school, walking determinedly towards the gym. As they enter, they spot the physical education teacher, a stern woman with a whistle around her neck.

“Can we help you?” She asks, eyeing them suspiciously.

“We’re here to pick up our sister,” Charles says, stepping forward. “We heard she’s not feeling well.”

The teacher scoffs. “She’s been trying to get out of class because of some little cramps. It’s just an excuse for her to be lazy.”

Mick tries to keep his cool, “Cramps can be debilitating. It’s not just an excuse like you claim. It’s a real physical pain.”

Lance jumps in, “You wouldn’t make someone with a sprained ankle run, would you? It’s the same thing. Why make her suffer?”

The teacher is about to argue but Lando interjects before she has a chance, “Look, we get that you have a job to do but she’s genuinely in pain. All we ask is for a little compassion and understanding.”

“And maybe,” George adds, “in the future, a crash course on menstrual health and how not everyone has the same experience might be beneficial.”

The teacher nods, sufficiently cowed. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

“Thank you,” Max says and the group makes their way to where their sister is curled up in a corner. As she stands up, looking a little pale but relieved to see them, they envelop her in a group hug.

“Feeling okay, kiddo?” George asks with concern, carefully brushing a stray hair from her face.

She offers a weak smile, “Better now that you guys are here.”

Lance winks, “How about we go get some milkshakes? Ice cream cures everything.”

She chuckles, “I could go for that.”

***

The media room is buzzing, cameras being set up and reporters getting ready to fire questions. The grid kids are seated next to each other, patiently listening to their weekly dose of Maxplaining while waiting for the interview to start.

A reporter from a tabloid magazine, aiming for a provocative soundbite, smirks and directs a question at Charles, “Rough race today? Are you on your time of the month or something?”

The room goes silent for a moment, a few gasps and whispers are heard. Charles looks taken aback, his cheeks reddening slightly, but before he can answer, Max steps in, voice firm.

“That’s really inappropriate. Jokes like that are not only disrespectful to the drivers sitting up here but also to female racers and women in general.”

Lando nods, “Our little sister wants to be in Formula 1 one day and she should never have to face comments from people who think that they can demean her because of her gender.”

George throws his hands up, “Come on, it’s 2034 for crying out loud! You should know better than this. We should all do better than this. ”

The reporter attempts to defend his statement, “It was just a joke. No need to get so sensitive.”

Lance counters, “We’re not being sensitive. We just want you to show some basic respect. A natural process shouldn’t be turned into a sexist joke because you have nothing of substance to ask. Women deserve to be treated with dignity.”

The reporter mumbles an apology, clearly caught off guard by the unified response.

Charles finds his voice and glares at the reporter, “Let’s keep the questions related to racing.”

“And,” Mick looks towards a group of FIA officials sitting off to the side, “Someone better make sure to take away his media pass.”

***

After the press conference, back in the drivers’ lounge, your daughter squeezes between the grid kids on the oversized couch and looks up at them with earnest eyes. “Thank you for standing up for girls like me today.”

Max ruffles her hair gently, “We’ve always got your back, kiddo.”

George nods, “We haven’t always been perfect but we’re trying to learn and grow.”

Lando adds, “And we hope, by the time you get here, motorsport will be a much better place for you and all other women aspiring to be drivers.”

Charles bends down to her level, “We want you to race in an environment where you’re only judged by your talent and not anything else.”

“You’ve got the same passion and determination any of us ever had,” Mick chimes in. “Don’t let anyone ever dim that light.”

“We’ll be cheering the loudest when you make it to F1. No one should underestimate you,” Lance adds with a wink.

She beams, wrapping her arms around them in a tight group hug. “Thanks, brothers.”

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #sebastian vettel x reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lance stroll x reader #george russell x reader #lando norris x reader #mick schumacher x reader #f1 fluff #f1 blurb #f1 one shot #f1 drabble #f1 fandom #f1blr #sebastian vettel imagine #max verstappen imagine #charles leclerc imagine #lance stroll imagine #george russell imagine #lando norris imagine #mick schumacher imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader

[itsajollyjester]

yessss that defo answers my questions! ur thoughts on compassion & community intertwined w rebellion definitely show up in ur art lol. something more specific i have been curious abt is ur version of the endings of each specific hunger games & ur characterization/portrayal of the victors at those points! if u have any more thoughts abt any of those characters or their games id love to hear.... im also very not neurotypical abt hunger games

For sure!! But this is a novel and a half so I apologize in advance (also most of this is from memory so anyone can correct me if I'm getting any details wrong)

((TW: For visual depictions of Blood, Gore, and Wounds))

I realized I'd seen barely any art showing what the victors would have looked like when they won their games. They were all just kids and I feel like it can be easy to forget that sometimes

For all of them, I made the background one of their main "weapons" but tried to make it look like its turning back on them instead since there are no victors as Haymitch said.

I'll try to explain them all more in depth individually going in the order I drew them:

Finnick Odair, 65th Games:

His main weapons were his trident and nets that he made with vines. His background is one of the nets ready to trap him.

Finnick was the youngest victor ever at only 14. I really really wanted to emphasize just how little that is. (Especially since we know exactly why the Capitol loved him from the start…) Once I actually drew him looking that little I had to step away for a bit because I made myself too sad…

Outside of just how horrific his age is as a concept, I tried to think about what circumstances would lead to him actually winning when surrounded by older tributes. I think he would have had to avoid any kind of fight he didn't have the upper hand in. We know that he got the most expensive sponsor gifts in the history of the games (a trident), so he probably got plenty of sponsors outside of that as well. Because of that I doubt he needed to go looking for supplies much if ever so it was easy to avoid people there. He was also probably in a career pack, despite his age, due to his training and his popularity, and they would have hunted other tributes down together much like the one we saw in the first book (safer in numbers). Once it was narrowing down and the pack broke is when I think he started catching people in nets. All of that is a long winded way of saying that's why, unlike the other victors I drew, I only show him with minor cuts and bruises.

Originally I was going to draw him with a kind of strained smile like he was acting for an audience from the start. But I decided I actually think its sadder if he believed he was popular because of his skill and strategy as a fighter and only learned the whole truth after he won and that's when he started acting more for the camera. Instead I gave him a more muted despair kind of look, like his world is crashing down. One of my favorite parts about the movies, mainly THG and ABOSAS, is when they give the career tributes at the end a moment of realization about what they've done, and I wanted to give Finnick his. I'm a person that believes Finnick had to have volunteered for his games. I think he would have legitimately believed in the propaganda the career districts were fed and had a bit of a (very middle school boy) ego about his abilities. (I was NOT expecting to write so much about his lmao)

Enobaria, 62nd Games

She's most well known for ripping someones throat out with her teeth. (Her background is her sharpened teeth getting ready to eat her.) This is treated by The Capitol, and by Katniss, as grotesque and terrifying blood lust (Which obviously the Capitol loves her for). However, and I'm not at all the first to say it, that sounds more like a terrified and desperate attempt to survive a fight she was losing and an example of hysterical strength. We know that Career packs have had bloody betrayals in the past and I can see Enobaria being a part of one of them. Enobaria doesn't have a canonical age, but I decided to put her on the younger side (15 or 16.) I can imagine some of the older, bigger tributes deciding she was the weakest link towards the end and that was the result. I tried to make the blood around her mouth and down her shirt look more faded, like she tried desperately to wipe it off (Also I had to step away from drawing again after I drew her little tooth gap)

I think she probably leaned into the bloodthirsty image afterwards as a way to protect herself and (maybe even started to believe it too)

Annie Cresta, 70th Games

Annie's known for losing her mind after seeing her district partner decapitated in front of her. After that, she ran off and hid until the game makers started an earth quake, which made the large dam in the arena break and cause a huge flood. Annie was the only survivor because she was the strongest swimmer. So I decided to make her background dark water that's churning up and over her head. I also think it can work well as a way to show her mental state in the moment (and afterwards) Annie is actually one of my favorite characters in the series and I've been writing out a plan for a possible comic series about her that'll go more in depth about my headcanons for her. (when I say comic series, I mean sketches and oneshots, not a full thing lmao) It wouldn't take place during her games (outside of a few flashbacks when I need more context), instead it would start at her Victory Tour and go into her first (and last) year as a mentor for the 71st Games. Which is a perfect segue to-

Johanna Mason, 71st Games

Johanna is actually first mentioned early on in the first book when Katniss is wondering if the reason Peeta is crying is because he plans to act weak and helpless as a strategy in the games. (Katniss, he just found out he has to fight in a murder tournament with his crush. He's just Sad.) She bases her theory on Johanna, who pretended she was a "sniveling, cowardly fool" in the arena until the final stretch of the games when she proved to be deadly with an axe.

OR….. Katniss is an unreliable narrator and Johanna was actually a terrified kid from a district with so few victors that she was the only name in the bowl for the Quarter Quell… This is totally just a personal headcanon of mine tho lol. I think there would have been a point in her games where she realized she actually had a chance and that's when she seemingly had a huge character turn around. Maybe there was a infighting with the careers that ended in multiple deaths and there was only a few left along with any other tributes hiding away like her. Maybe she poked around what was left of their camp, found the axe, and felt strength from her district.

Her background was a little harder for me. Just slapping a big axe behind her felt cheesy. But them I remembered her saying there was no one left that she loved. So instead I put trees that could represent her loved ones (Two fully grown trees, a younger "teenage" tree, and a sapling) that are in the process of being cut down.

Haymitch Abernathy, 50th Games

Don't worry, I'm almost done. I don't have as much to say about Haymitch since we know SO much about what happened in his games. But his background was probably the hardest for me. His main weapon was invisible after all. I thought maybe the axe that was used, but again, That would look cheesy. I tried (and kinda failed imo) to draw the cliff side the force field was on instead. But the main thing I did was split the three panels I had on the previous drawings into six for two reasons. 1: Because he had to face twice as many tributes in order to win and 2: Being the only victor of a district that's tributes are seen as fodder for the blood bath means he had to meet and watch the death of twice as many kids every year.

#tw blo0d #tw g0re #tw wounds #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #hunger games fanart #hunger games headcanon #thg series #ask #finnick odair #enobaria #annie cresta #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy #jolly art

[serotonins-stuff]

Sweet love ❤︎ |

K. Bakugo

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Sypnosis: Bakugo is nervous about asking you to be his girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff and kisses

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And our favorite boom boy being the cutest romamtic ever <33

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"It's ok to be nervous man" Kirishima comforted.

Instead of Bakugo snapping back as he would usually do, he was unusually silent. Staring at the few fireworks in the sky as he fiddled with the gift box.

It's about to be a new year and Bakugo wanted to symbolize a new journey with you, a new beginning.

He's liked you since you were first years. And now you're all in your third year and here he is. Heart racing and palms sweating like an idiot at the thought of asking you to be his.

"Hey listen to me" Kirishima nudged him "She'll say yes no doubt about it, we all see the glances you give each other and it's obvious she likes you too."

Bakugo sucked in a deep breath and straightened his back "Let's do this"

Kirishima could still see the blonde's hands twitching so he tugged him in for a bear hug. Giving Bakugos back a hard smack in the process. "Don't overthink it ok?"

Bakugo hummed, feeling more relaxed and a bit more confident about his confession. Kiri and he spent weeks working out how it was going to go, prepping him for this day.

The day he asks you to be his girlfriend.

"I'll go get her" the read head started walking away to go and call you but a voice stopped him.

"Hey shitty hair"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you" Bakugo said genuinely.

"You're welcome" and with that Kirishima was off. Bakugo took some deep breaths, you could be here any minute now and he didn't want to seem like a nervous wreck.

Time went by so fast he thought, gazing up at the stars while he recalled the first time he met you. You annoyed him to death, but eventually he got used to you being around. The two of you would hang out together almost all the time, face-timing each other to talk about silly things and helping each other when you needed it.

You even took care of him when he was sick and patched him up whenever he got into foolish fights.

He did not doubt in his mind that you were the one.

After a few minutes of being lost in his thoughts a voice called out to him.

"Katsuki?" The sweetness of your voice ran through his ears. Warming his chest to an extent he couldn't even describe. He could listen to you ramble all day and wouldn't complain a single bit.

He turned around and his eyes met yours. Those beautiful eyes. Eyes that hold so much compassion and care.

"Hey" he uttered softly, his eyes softened while he took in your look. It wasn't like him to be this soft, but this specific moment somehow tuned him to feel calm.

Usually, people see him as this oud grumpy boy with anger issues but you saw him for who he truly was. You see him as someone caring and sweet who shows it differently. He's not the hugging type, but he is the type to take care of you when you're sick. He's the type to teach you how to improve during training. He's the manga-reading drummer boy you learned to fall for. He is Katsuki Bakugo.

"Hey" you replied with the same softness. You were only one foot away from him, inhaling the sweetness of his scent.

You could feel that something was different about him right now, but you couldn't pinpoint it exactly.

Just then he handed you something. A jewelry box. It was a necklace with a matching moon crescent to the one he wears.

"You got me jewelry?" You gasped in realization with a wide grin "Now we can match!"

He scoffed a smile at your cute reaction. "I knew you'd like it"

"Well you, know me very well then" you teased.

You urged him to put it on for you and he did. The silver material dangling from your neck.

You walked down the beach with him for a bit. Reminiscent of your old high school days, which were relatively peaceful. Although he did get upset when you mentioned how Midoriya practically beat him up in a fight once.

He felt pleased to have you with him at this moment. A familiar feeling of butterflies flutering in his stomach.

"C'mon I wanna show you something" he clutched your hand and directed you to a dock on the beach.

It was normal for him to drag you along with him at random times, but for some reason, now felt more passionate. Your hands intertwined as you strolled past the beach.

The wood was pretty creaky but he reassured you that it was safe. Now here you are with your feet dipped in the water, with a nice view of the huge ocean.

A dolphin that did a flip caught your eye and you gasped. Many other dolphins started jumping into the air and diving back in, you were witnessing harmony. You looked to Katsuki to thank him for showing something like this but he was already looking at you.

His mouth was tilted in a little frown while he thought about what to say. You could see him mentally say screw it bad just take action.

"Listen, I know I might be hotheaded, loud, and come off aggressive sometimes" he took a deep breath and you rubbed his shoulder soothingly. "But it was the only way I knew how to express my feelings... Well before I met you"

Your heart rate accelerated.

"When I met you I thought you were the most irritating person on this planet" he continued "You were always so happy and cheerful, you always knew the right things to say and hell- you were one of the bravest people I knew"

"Eventually you rubbed on me, and instead of always being so selfish and stubborn I was actually hearing people out and soon my life started being filled with light."

Bakugo wanted to cringe at himself for being so mushy. Even he had never seen this side of himself before and it was scaring him.

"Basically what I'm trying to say is that...." He looked down at his sweaty hands. You took a hold of them and held them in yours, rubbing your thumb over them softly.

"It's ok, take your time Kat" you calmed him.

"It's fine" he looked away from you "It wasn't important"

Since when was Katsuki Bakugo the one to back away from something? God, he felt pathetic right now, heart racing, palms sweaty and cheeks now beginning to flush a deep red.

Why was it so difficult to just tell you?

Maybe he's scared you'll say no. The possibility that this could ruin your friendship hits him like a trainwreck. He doesn't even know where he'd be without your dumbass.

You could tell that something was eating away at him on the inside, so in hopes to cool him down you splashed his chest with water from the sea.

He was appalled, to say the least, "Wha-"

"It's obvious you want to say something, so stop being a wuss"

"The hell?, I'm not" he yelled, splashing you whole front with water.

"Oh bring it on" you challenged with a giggle. You placed your hands on his shoulders and with all the might you could muster, you pushed him into the water. He saw behind your whole plan which is why he grabbed your arm as he fell. Bringing you with him.

You were still near shore so the water wasn't that deep. It reached just below your chin, but you occasionally had to flutter your feet so you wouldn't go under.

Bakugo on the other hand was tall enough for the water to not have touched his neck yet.

He was staring right at you-amused at your little stunt.

"Shorty" he teased and you splashed him, making him splash you back. You did this to one another back and forth until you were both a laughing mess with salty water engulfing your senses. You were panting and Bakugo could see that you were having trouble keeping yourself afloat, especially because you were now laughing excessively.

He moved closer to you, the atmosphere going silent just for a moment. "C'mere idiot" he outreached his arms. The water was freezing, and it would be a shame if got sick. "You'll get sick"

Now it was your turn to go silent. Your heart wavering every second for the blonde human in front of you. Your eyes locked and you reached your arms around his neck. He held onto your waist tightly, like he'd lose you if he let go.

The tension was so thick it was beginning to way weigh on your heart. The kind of tension that you wanted to ease with just a delicate touch from his lips.

You found yourself inching a bit closer to him and he did the same. Feeling the warmth of breath on your lips.

It was almost as if the both of you would be afraid of what would happen if your lips would make contact. Both of you have been having the same hesitant thoughts this whole time. Thoughts about ruining the friendship if one of you made a move.

Butterflies shot through you the moment his minty lips made contact with your sweet ones. It felt like a flare of lighting just trialed through you.

Your lips moved against each other sweetly, your arms never letting go of each other's embrace. showing exactly how long you've been waiting for this.

You didn't want this moment to end. Ever.

You stroked his neck and he picked you up to straddle him, the nervousness from earlier fading by the second.

You broke away from the kiss panting lightly, Katsuki still looking at you with those soft crimson eyes.

His staring was making you a bit shy, causing you to look away from I'ts intensity.

He didn't allow you to look away from him though. He pulled your chin back to face him and stared at your face. Admiring every little detail.

"Be my girlfriend....." he asked softly, his eyes pleading. "Please"

"Of course" you breathed a laugh. "I'll be your girlfriend Katsuki"

You were pulled into another sweet kiss of the night, fireworks for the new year being lit in the sky.

It's truly a warming sight to see.

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Requests are open!!!

#anime and manga #bakugou fluff #mha bakugo katsuki #my hero headcanons #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha kirishima #fypage #bakugou headcanons #bakugo katsuki #pro hero bakugo x reader

[neverchecking]

*slams open door*I see requests are open!

May I request something nsfw with one of the chain where reader doesn’t know how to swim?

Reader just randomly brings up one day that she can’t swim and ask the chain for lessons. The chain obviously isn’t gonna give up the opportunity to see her in a swimsuit help their darling

I want to say that the best swimmer amongst the chain would be the one to help her but I’m not sure who that would be?

They don’t want to overwhelm her so they decided on having 1 on 1 lessons with her would be ideal, but they’re all just fighting on who has the better swimming skills/experience

Once someone emerges victorious, whether due to a begrudgingly unanimous decision or reader just going “oh, maybe ____ is the best choice!”, they manage to find a lake separate from the others

While reader enjoys her swimming lessons, no one says the Link giving her the lessons won’t be having wandering hands ;)))

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💚anon!

Last time I told someone I couldn't swim, I did not live them down. I still have not lived it down.

Slight! NSFW So Minors stay away anyway?

You didn't say if you wanted Sage or not, but I added him anyway bc I love him <3

CW: sage is a big of a perv. but c'mon. We knew that.

"C'mon in, Y/N, the waters great!"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes-

"I'm okay for now." Your smile was as gentle as it was luminescent. Curving just enough to have the apples of your cheeks warming, but not enough to make your eyes crinkle in that positively adorable way. "Thank you for the offer though."

Re-emerging from the water, Hyrule shook his hair free of water before pushing it back. "Why not, love bug? Don't you wanna cool down?"

Staying out there meant staying out of their reach. Staying out there meant risking yourself in the elements. Staying out there put you at risk, didn't you see that?! You could get heat stroke, or sun burnt, or attacked by a rabid deer who's being chased by a feral bear. There were an unlimited number of possibilities that spelled nothing but disaster for you. And he couldn't handle losing you like that. Not in a million years.

Cherry red dusted your ears as they twitched and lowered, the tips touching your now hunched shoulders. You avoided their gazes, fiddling with the hem of your tunic. Why weren't you looking at them? Why weren't your eyes on them? WHY WEREN'T THEY THE CENTER OF YOUR UNIVERSE IN THE SAME WAY YOU WERE THEIRS?!

You mumbled something, which made their ears twitch only for it be in vein. A few glances around showed no once else had caught that either.

"Mind repeating that, dove?" Sky asked, still on shore with his own tunics half-off.

"I can't...swim." You grumbled, looking a tad more frustrated then before.

Silence.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, sunshine, I'd be thrilled to teach you." Arms wrapped around your mid-section, toned and muscled. Dark ink caught the peripheral of your vision. He all but purred into your ear before sharp canines caught the shell, gently pinching it before releasing.

"Sage-" You startled, arms flying out.

"You learned to swim with Sharks. Why the fuck would we trust you to teach them?" Hyrule snipped, eyes narrowed on their newest member. Hyrule had seen a lot in his time, don't get it twisted, but Sage was something new. A whole different creature. He was feral at best, down right savage at worst; with teeth sharper than some of their knives and a moral compass more broken than any villain he's ever faced off of. So in , what world would he trust that fucking loose canon with the most precious thing in his life?

"Because I still learned in clear waters. Not toxic dumps." Sage snapped back, those same teeth on display

"Knock it off." Time barked at the duo, glaring down Sage for his glare of disobedience before turning to his precious star shine, voice must softer than it previously was. "Have you just not wanted to learn? Or do you not have the opportunity?"

You shuffled a bit in Sage's arms. "I just- My old town was landlocked. Any lakes we had were used for fishing in the summer and frozen in the summer." You admitted. Which is a totally reasonable excuse. And not silly. And totally valid. And learning to swim is stupid and dumb anyway. >:(

The arms wrapped around your waist moved so hands could brush against your hips. Somewhere in the lake, there was a shout from Wind before a loud splash, someone throwing the poor boy deeper down stream.

"Offer still stands, I'd love to teach you, sunshine." Sage purrs, feeling your cheeks burn from where he was nuzzling into them. You hum at the offer, thinking for a second.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Sage grinned something sharp and malicious, redirecting you away from the others with a look over his shoulder.

"I'll bring 'em back when they've learned to swim. That may take all night however." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the glares directed at him.

Maybe one day they'd get to his level.

He doubted it though.

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"That's it, sunshine, you're doing great."

"This is dumb-"

"No, you're doing so well. Just like that," His arms were spread beside him as he remained in front of you.

"Sage-"

"Shh, do you not trust me, my love?" Sage's smirk never left his face as he instead swept in closer. His one hand moved from treading water to brush up against your side. "Just like that."

Your blush deepened as he swayed his body effortlessly, laying underneath of you as he brought yours to lay over his.

"I've got you, don't you worry sunshine." His hand raised so his thumb pulled down you bottom lip. "Though, I do feel I've earned some sort of compensation. Maybe a little incentive to keep this lesson going?"

You swallowed.

"I mean...if only to continue the lessons I guess." You swallowed.

His smirk didn't ease your worries, but how could you think when all you could focus on was the blond's lips against yours?

You didn't even realized you were floating effortlessly.

Or the eyes watching your presumable private lesson, fuming in pure, red hot, anger.

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #linked universe x reader #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #link x reader #loz #Yandere lu chain x reader #lu sky #yandere lu sky #yandere lu sky x reader #lu sky x reader #lu time #yandere lu time #yandere lu time x reader #lu time x reader #yandere twilight x reader #yandere twilight #yandere lu twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu twilight #yandere lu four #lu four #yandere lu four x reader #lu four x reader #wild x reader #yandere wild #yandere wild x reader

[raysources]

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒     —     a collection of one - liners taken from various songs on one of my ships’ playlists.   slightly edited for clarity.   change pronouns as necessary.

❛  to  tell  you  is  too  scary ,   so  i’ll  just  say  something  else .  ❜ ❛  what  the  hell  do  i  have  to  lose ?  ❜ ❛  i  wanna  get  stuck  in  your  head .  ❜ ❛  i  think  that  i  should  probably  tell  you  this  in  case  there  is  an  accident  and  i  never  see  you  again .  ❜ ❛  maybe  i  won’t  ever  say  what’s  in  my  head .  ❜ ❛  am  i  pretty  now ?  ❜ ❛  am  i  pretty  enough  to  lie  to ?  ❜ ❛  say  my  name  like  a  slur ,   but  i’ve  been  called  worse .  ❜ ❛  am  i  pretty  enough  to  love  back ?  ❜ ❛  maybe  i’m  in  love .  ❜ ❛  oh  my  god ,  if  i  tell  him ,   he’ll  tell  her ,   and  then  she  will  know  i  like  her .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  think  that  i  can  take  this  heartbreak  any  longer .   ❜ ❛  i  will  not  hold  it  in .  ❜ ❛  you  never  even  knew  about  the  heartache  i  was  going  through .  ❜ ❛  we  could  be  happy ,   can’t  you  see ?  ❜ ❛   you’re  not  a  monster ,   just  a  human .  ❜ ❛   you’re  not  gruesome ,  just  human ,  and  you  made  a  few  mistakes .   ❜ ❛  i  am  broken  down  in  shame .  ❜ ❛  i  believe  that  you  will  see  a  better  day .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  wanna  know  i’m  not  capable  of  coming  out  alive .  ❜ ❛  i  mean  every  word  i  say .  ❜ ❛  you  love  me ,   but  you  don’t  know  it  yet .  ❜ ❛  everything  is  just  an  accident .  ❜ ❛  if  i  never  laid  eyes  on  you ,   would  i  feel  something  missing ?   ❜ ❛  if  you  never  laid  eyes  on  me ,   would  you  know  something’s  gone ?  ❜ ❛  let’s  just  live  in  the  afterglow .  ❜ ❛  ever  think ,   what  if  we  never  met ?  ❜ ❛  i  was  always  alone  until  you  came  along .  ❜ ❛  i  think  i  like  you  maybe  more  than  i  should .  ❜ ❛  with  you ,   i  just  can’t  shut  up .  ❜ ❛  you  are  my  favorite  drug .  ❜ ❛  you’re  perfect  in  the  way  that  you  are .  ❜ ❛  compassion  always  set  you  apart .  ❜ ❛  you  are  worth  the  trouble  to  keep .  ❜ ❛  you  and  i  will  always  belong .  ❜ ❛  she  doesn’t  get  your  humor  like  i  do .   ❜ ❛  she’ll  never  know  your  story  like  i  do .  ❜ ❛  what  you’re  looking  for  has  been  here  the  whole  time .  ❜ ❛  you  belong  with  me .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  help  thinking  this  is  how  it  ought  to  be .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  got  a  smile  that  can  light  up  this  whole  town .  ❜ ❛  have  you  ever  thought  just  maybe ,   you  belong  with  me ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  feel  like  me ?  ❜ ❛  how  are  your  lungs ?     are  they  in  pain ?  ❜ ❛  would  you  be  so  kind  as  to  fall  in  love  with  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  know  you  know  that  i  like  you .  ❜ ❛  i  like  you ,   but  that’s  not  enough .  ❜ ❛  let’s  swap  chests  today .   ❜ ❛  please  fall  in  love  with  me .  ❜ ❛  will  i  ever  learn ?  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  resist  ya ?  ❜ ❛  why  did  i  ever  let  you  go ?  ❜ ❛  you  know  that  i’m  not  that  strong .  ❜ ❛  goodbye  doesn’t  mean  forever .  ❜ ❛  i  like  you  but  not  that  way .  ❜ ❛  i  just  think  that  you’re  cute .  ❜ ❛  on  you ,   i  have  been  sold .  ❜ ❛  you  made  my  life  happy  once  again .  ❜ ❛  it’s  you  i  wanna  be  around .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  a pretty  face  to  walk  right  through  the  door ,   but  now  i’ve  found :   you  came  in  through  the  window .   ❜ ❛  you’re  the  person  that  i  love  to  see .  ❜ ❛  it’s  always  sunny  with  you .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  a  girl  like  you  for  a  while .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  only  thing  that’s  making  me  smile .  ❜ ❛  i  know  that  he  loves  me .  ❜ ❛  he’s  no  romeo .  ❜ ❛  pull  yourself  together .  ❜ ❛  after  you  leave ,   i’ll  be  so  alright  it’s  true .   ❜ ❛  how  could  i  ever  be  so  dumb  to  believe  i’d  be  the  one  you  would  adore ?  ❜ ❛  i  wanna  be  with  you .  ❜ ❛  i  wanna  be  with  you  all  the  time .  ❜ ❛  i  wanna  be  loved  by  you  every  night .  ❜ ❛  i  guess  god  wants  us  apart  for  heaven’s  sake .  ❜ ❛   show  me  all  the  dark  parts  of  your  mind .  ❜

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#rp prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #ask meme #rp ask meme #mine. #mine : prompts.

[angel-of-sweet-revenge]

Something about Korosensei is that even if somehow lost his powers, or was transformed back to human, the government would still want him killed.

Not because he was an assassin, but because he's a victim and a witness. The kind of experiments he was subject to, I don't know if it was ever stated but I feel like there's no way the government didn't have a hand in it. And if that's so, they'd want the witness and victim killed. Even if he was harmless, they'd still want to kill him.

And you know what also hurts about him? Korosensei in the end is just a victim of circumstance. He grew up alone and outright nameless, what else was he going to become? The fact that the person to teach him compassion was one of people who was supervising him while he was a lab rat, and the fact that he was changed by her, just because she showed him a small amount of genuine kindness, is really telling of the place he came from.

And I know about the first student of his, but think about it. He was an assassin. His life was built on being a good liar. If his student was kind to him, he would have felt like it wasnt really him he was kind to, but instead the persona, and honestly he would be the last person to trust anyone with anything.

Korosensei is just... so messed up. Like, how could you grow up and live the way he did and not end up fully messed up by it? I think we forget it because we see Korosensei as he was at the end after growing and learning and him continuing to grow and become truly empathetic and loving to his students, and because we almost always saw him happy and smiling, but he's honestly just obviously been through so much trauma as well. I genuinely feel like if any character deserved to become a villain, he did, yet in the end, he didn't.

I just have some thoughts and none of the them are coherent.

Also why does his human form look like he has the softest hair-

#assclass #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #koro sensei #Korosensei

[whiteruncat]

I hope Netflix never gets ahold of another person’s artwork in attempt of a LA like they did with ATLA. If you can’t fully honor someone’s art and respect their ideas then don’t bother with a LA. It’s the most legal form of stealing artwork and creativity. It’s just cruel. And it’s so agitating to see the people saying “Well they tried” “They did their best” “You have to consider” Netflix should have been the ones to consider that maybe they should never have took on something they couldn’t do correctly. They have disrespected so many characters.

* Netflix took out sexism only to throw is back in! Yeah Sokka was sexist but the level of audacity to make the mighty Kyoshi Warrior Suki just another romantic interest is shameful.

* What happened to Katara saving a village of earthbenders? Katara started out strong and only got stronger by walking boldly with compassion, love, and the strength to help those around her.

* Let’s not forget about Bato & Hakoda. They are honorable and respected warriors of the Southern Water Tribe. Neither of them would let Sokka pass his ice dodging test if he failed it. They both love Sokka and respect Sokka too much to lie to him. Sokka passed his ice dodging test btw with Katara, Aang, and Bato.

* Ozai’s attitude towards Azula doesn’t make sense at all. Ozai basks in the glory of being a powerful firebender. His identity is firebending. Ozai married Ursa so his children would be powerful firebenders. Ozai wanted to kill baby Zuko because he wasn’t a powerful firebender. Ozai almost killed Zuko again after he rudely asked for the thrown and was told to sacrifice his son. Azula is Ozai’s pride and joy. She’s the firebending prodigy that’s perfect. Azula has never had to worry about whether her father loves her because Ozai has always favored Azula.

* Just me thing but I think Ozai was way scarier without a face. Only knowing him as Zuko’s father that burned his eye was like wow this dude is evil. Then the season 1 ending with Azula was an ominous beginning for them both.

* It’s kind of sad seeing Sokka so unconfident as a warrior. Sokka is a genius and he’s a warrior. He saw through Jet and saved a village. He played airball with Aang to cheer him up at the Southern Air Temple. Sokka helped trick the Sages to open the door for Aang to meet Roku. Sokka also got covered in snot when he first met Appa.

* Pakku didn’t find Katara’s necklace on the ground and I can’t believe they’re going to just write off Gramp Gramp like that. Why doesn’t Aang ever learn waterbending? Like the first season/book is called water and he is supposed to go the North Pole to learn waterbending. He doesn’t even know any waterbending by the end of the first season. You wrote out Iroh hitting on June but you wrote in June hitting on Iroh. Seriously?? Is Smellerbee the only girl in this LA that’s correctly done right? The Cave of Two Lovers isn’t even in season one!! It’s in season two.

* Bumi was done dirty. Aang, Katara, and Sokka got arrested for being goofy kids and destroying cabbages. Bumi came off as this mad king that was giving Aang three deadly challenges. Each one Aang had to think differently to solve. At the end when Aang realized the king was Bumi they laughed together and reminisced. Bumi set it up to show Aang that he would have to face many difficulties ahead as the avatar. He had no hard feelings towards Aang once. Bumi was so hateful in the LA towards Aang he acted like he flat out just wanted to hurt Aang.

* Aang is another big one obviously. He’s a kid and that’s just how he acts. Aang also chose to runaway. He was almost alone once he learned about being the avatar. His friends didn’t play the way they used to. And his best friend Gyatsu was all he had. When Aang heard they were going to take him away from Gyatsu he ran away because he knew that he would be alone. Being avatar wasn’t so much seen as a heavy responsibility at the time to a kid like Aang but it was the cause of his loneliness and he resented the title. Learning the abilities that followed were cool to Aang because he wasn’t alone and had new friends. LA Aang acts so serious and mature when Aang is serious-ly not mature at all.

I have to congratulate Netflix on one thing though. I hated the LA so much it made me miss the animated ATLA so I went out to the store and bought the animated set. Rewatching it is reliving the best days of my life.

I don’t blame any actors in the LA. I truly think they all did the best with what Netflix gave them. It’s not easy to act with bad script. 10/10 would have loved to have seen them in a good LA of ATLA made by the creators.

#avatar the last airbender #princess azula #aang #Bato #hakoda #sokka #ozai #atla netflix #katara #atla suki

[wibble-wobbegong]

there is power in non-violence btw. persistent kindness and compassion sounds cheesy but there are people in the world who have never anything but violence and hatred.

will being el’s brother was done for a reason. all she has grown up with has been violence and anger and strict, oppressive rules. she doesn’t different and nobody has ever helped her overcome that — her violence has been encouraged by all the people closest to her in one way or another. mike calling her a hero for breaking troy’s arm. hopper feeding her anger with his own and having violent reactions himself. kali who directly instructed her to use her emotions to become even stronger. even max, who laughed with her at the small action of blowing up that girl’s milkshake (even though it’s small, it’s an affirmation). all these people have encouraged or admired these parts of her that ultimately hurt her. she’s not happy doing these things but she has never seen anything elss

so, for her to become will’s sister? will’s refusal to participate in violence is a whole new world for her. all of the byers are more resistent to turning to violence, but will has never and will never resort to violence. he shows every threat kindness if they’re alive and uses his words if angered (go away!). el needs to heal this part of her that has a jerk reaction to any threat or anger or embarrassment with violence and learn to utilize her kindness which lies at the core of her person. she is kind. she just needs to be shown how to use that.

will’s non-violence is essential to his relationship with el. the reason she’s been shown to be so much closer to will and having developed more regret and sadness around her usage of violence (crying where she hadn’t before, suddenly showing aversion to this violent part of herself towards even people she views as bad) is very, very likely because he’s the one listening to her and helping her overcome this part of her. he offers solutions to her anger. he offers comfort when he can and gets annoyed with mike for making el feel worse for hurting angela

will’s refusal to be violent pairs beautifully with el’s healing process. they were paired together because his character is literally written to overcome violence with kindness.

#i dont know where this came from sorry #but also. read this and apply it to henry #anyway im in my willel feelings rn. half alseep so i hope this is coherent but them 💖💖💞💗🤨💗💖❤️💗💞❤️💖❤️💗❤️ #willel #el anaysis #will analysis

[saintarmand]

since i expect a part of armand and marius's relationship in the show to still be "you know i'm not a child anymore master" "but you'll always be my child amadeo", i think louis saying that he'll always be linked to claudia because she is his child, is going to hit armand like a truck. and of course even though the parallel between armand and claudia is not as literal as it is in the books, i think in this way he still understands how claudia feels about the eternal infantilization. and of course he understands that it will apply to her whoever she's with and wherever she goes in a much more literal sense than how it affects him (not only with marius but ofc the way asian men are often viewed as much younger than they actually are as well). he definitely still has reasons to relate to her in the show and he will still respond to it not with compassion but with "maybe it's better for her to die than live like that". he could have loved her like louis does, and offered her a mutual understanding and empathy of a kind that louis never can. but sometimes it's easier to destroy the mirror than look your reflection in the eye. especially if the mirror is standing directly between you and the one whose love and companionship you'd destroy anything and anyone for.

i don't think he necessarily even knows any of this on a conscious level, but he definitely feels it in his bones. in a very human way, unconscious emotion drives him to very inhumane acts, the full consequences of which he has trouble understanding until it's too late to turn back... and of course the things he does for love always end up eating away at that love, so he has to try and try again! and if he ever threatens to learn from his mistakes and stop eating his own tail, marius will show up and just chop it off! and call that an act of love! fucking kill me! or better yet kill marius! has an armand post ever not ended this way!

#i am UNWELL #i cant tell if the conclusion came so naturally cause it's that obvious or because im accidentally plagiarizing someone #or maybe just cause everyone in this story is ouroboros.jpg #vampterview #interview with the vampire #s #iwtv #armand

[quillthrillswriting]

sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my new fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

also...cmon....how funny is it to switch zuko and aang's iconic dialogue to "you're just a teenager!" "...so are you?"

this idea was originally inspired by the talented @allgremlinart's aged up aang drawings, so please go show them some love!!:)<3

enjoy the excerpts from chapter three, that just dropped this morning!

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Katara watched Aang take one last, painful look at the temple, then turn to the sky ahead, lit up in shades of orange, pink, and gold. She swore she could see arrows in every cloud, arrows like the ones inked across Aang’s body, and the gentle breeze that carried the crisp night air towards them seemed to wrap around them like a loving spirit.

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“...You have no idea where we’re going, do you?” Sokka sighed, turning the map that was held against Appa’s saddle with a couple of rocks toward himself. “I’ve been charting our progress, and it’s starting to look more like a scrap of paper a toddler is practising circles on than a navigational tool.”

“C’mon Sokka, I’m an Air nomad, travel is in my blood. I have a very strong internal compass. Besides, you’ll find that as a nomad, I’m a master of evasive manoeuvring.” Katara raised an eyebrow, looking up from her spot near the back of the saddle as she stitched a rip in Sokka’s pants. “Besides,” Aang continued, typical teenage boy overconfidence emitting from his tone of voice. “I know it’s near water.”

Sokka leaned over the edge of the saddle, eyes scanning the blue expanse below them that stretched as far as the eye could see. “We must be getting close then,” he scoffed, his tone dripping in sarcasm as he slouched back into his spot across from Katara.

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“Aang,” she said distractedly, “could you hold this for me?” She handed him the mirror. 

“Y-yeah, no problem.”

She tugged out her hair ties, flipping her head upside down for a moment to make sure that it had all gotten loose, then she gingerly tugged a few tendrils of water from the nearby ocean and wrapped tiny streams around her hair, tugging out the crimped braid pattern and reviving her curls. Then, she carefully bent the remaining liquid back out. 

She couldn’t see his face through her thick hair as she stood back up, but from his voice, Aang seemed impressed. “I get that you haven’t been able to learn any big combat moves, but for someone whose bending is self- taught, you sure have a pretty good handle on these smaller things.”

She properly flipped her head up now, curls and waves bouncing around her face. Her dark brown locks shone with honey-toned highlights, all different shades of caramel and chocolate sparkling as they framed her face. She reached up, gently twisting and clipping a few strands out of the way, but a few wayward pieces still fell forward, gently brushing against soft, full lips and smooth skin. Aang awkwardly froze for a moment, caught off guard by how different she looked when her hair was loose and free. He had a weird urge to tell her so, but bit his tongue, instead focusing on her answer. 

“I learned most of the smaller things from helping Gran-Gran.” Katara’s eyes sparkled, clearly caught up in a vision of home as she reached up to brush up her hair. “ As she’s gotten older, her range of mobility has started leaving her. It’s not really comfortable or safe for her to stoop over to wash her hair, so I learned how to bring the water to her and wash it while she was sitting up, then I learned how to dry it for her fast.”

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Sokka yelped, his voice defensive and offensive all at once. “There is no way a bunch of girls in cutesy makeup and dresses managed to tie me up.”

“Awe, you think our makeup is cutesy? How sweet .” The girl's voice was crooning at first, sweet and gentle, but Katara could see from the way her muscles flexed as she held Sokka by the collar that there was venom hiding behind those words. She was right. “Throw him to the Unagi.”

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“Katara, c’mon, we’re supposed to be sticking together, where are you going?” Aang tugged at her arm until she was facing him, looking at her earnestly as if he hadn’t basically been flirting with all of those girls back there.

The words came out before she could stop them. “I thought monks weren’t supposed to go around flirting with any random girl, and they’re definitely not supposed to go around catering to a village full of fangirls.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing in a way that made Katara want to splash the smirk off of his face in a wave of water. “You sure have a lot of opinions on what you think monks are supposed to do, considering that I’m the only one you’ve ever met.” He shifted his weight, leaning in a bit closer. “Matter of fact, maybe it's just that you have a lot of opinions on what you think I’m supposed to be doing.”

Katara stiffened at the memory of the words that Sokka had just said minutes before. “Why would I care what you’re doing? I don’t. ”

Aang shrugged, reaching past her to grab a papaya and biting into it. After swallowing, he reached into Katara’s satchel, his hand brushing her waist as he pulled out some coins and quietly thanked the vendor. “Keep telling yourself that, Katara.” Hearing her name from his lips did something to her, but she kept her gaze level, eyes blazing with flame until Aang backed off.

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♥ check out the three chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

#atla #katara #sokka #aang #kataang #<- because thats how it reads when u age aang up hehe... #avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #zuko #iroh #fanart #atla kataang #atla fanfic #atla fandom #ao3 #writing #ao3 recs #ao3 works #ao3 link #ao3 writer #confessions #fluff #eventual romance #kataang fanfic #aang aged up au #older aang #prince zuko #atla zuko #sassy aang #quillthrillsatlafic

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

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I know that you have already talked about the "female gaze" more than once, but what do you say about this?

Let's get the easier parts out of the way:

1 - The showrunners consider Aang the angel on Katara's shoulder on The Southern Raiders because Avatar is a kids show and the moral of the episode was "Hey, kids, even if you ever meet a truly horrible person don't immediately respond with violence, it could backfire horribly or push you to do something you'd regret later" not because they think she's an object that Aang gets to posses and control - hence them having Aang give her advice on what to do, but not try to prevent her from leaving nor judging her for not forgiving her mother's killer.

2 - Katara's point was NOT central to Zuko in that episode, at least not at first. By the end of the episode he understood and felt compassion for her and her family, but at the start he was only looking for a cheat-code to make Katara stop hating him because it reminded him of his screw ups. It was Zuko being entitled and trying to avoid consequences.

3 - "This thing is like the PLATONIC version of a thing that sometimes happens in romance" If it's platonic (you said it, not me) then it's not a "win" for your OTP. Zuko and Iroh's falling out after Ba Sing Se has lots of dramatic, super intense and heartbreaking moments, just like romances do - but their storyline is obviously not a romance and they are explicitly treated by the narrative as father and son.

4 - "Katara isn't hiding any side of her personality from Zuko" Katara doesn't hide any side of her personality for ANYONE - family, friends, rivals, enemies, strangers. Highlighing that she is herself with Zuko is pointless because she is herself with everyone, including people she does not like, which was the category Zuko fit into at the moment.

Now, onto yet another absurdly long take by this annoyed feminist that has had enough to the "Male Gaze VS Female Gaze" bullshit.

(Check this previous post before reading the rant in case you don't know these terms or what they mean/were supposed to mean)

Zutarians gotta learn that just because a trope is popular, that doesn't mean it is present in every story, and that NO TROPE appeals to a whole group of people, no matter how much they keep insisting that their ship is the "female gaze" - like that thing could ever even exist.

To give a practical exemple so people understand what I mean: Imagine that a woman wrote screenplay about a lesbian romance, which is then filmed by a female director, and edited by a woman. The actresses playing the lead roles also have their own perspective on the story and characters. The movie is then shown to 200 women, every single one of them has their own opinion on it.

Which of the women I mentioned above is going to speak FOR HER ENTIRE GENDER, and decide if that romance fits "the female gaze"? Do we take a survey and whatever points are repeated the most are taken as objectively correct due to being how the majority feels, and thus any differing opinion is treated as lesser and "not what women like" regardless of how many women feel that way? Do we only listen to the proffessional criticts in that audience of women and completely disregard the opinion of any woman that didn't study anything regarding cinema and writting?

Even if somehow it is decided that the movie fits into the "female gaze" - if all those women rewatch the movie years later and some of them feel differently about it, would that affect the definition? If their grand-daughters watch it 50 years later and don't agree with their grandmother's takes on it, does the definition change? If the movie is shown to other groups of women, from different countries, and they all have their own opinion on it that is radically different from that of the first group, which group of women gets to say "OUR culture's way of interpreting this story is the TRUE way women feel about it, everyone else doesn't count"?

If the movie is then shown to 200 men and they all like it, does that turn it from "female gaze" to "unisex gaze"? Does it become "Male Gaze" if the guys get aroused by it, even if the movie was designed to appeal to women and not to them AND there was no exploitation involved? If the 200 women then watch a movie that has scenes that are considered as having been made to appeal to guys, but some or all of them ALSO enjoy it (story of my life), does that make it change from "male gaze" to "Female Gaze"?

Gender is simply ONE out of many, many, many things that can impact how one views fiction - and it doesn't exist in isolation, being affected by generation, culture, language, religion, class, etc. The "Female Gaze" doesn't exist. It CAN'T exist because humans are more complicated than that. It is a concept that is almost fully divorced from reality.

Also I can't help but notice that, because of the way these terms work in the assumption of absolutes, no room for nuance, "MALE Gaze" is meant to describe lazy writting/film-making that is sexist towards women and cases of full on exploitation and abuse in which men were the abusers, and sometimes the label even gets attached to harmless things as a form of bad faith criticism just because guys like it - but "FEMALE Gaze" is NOT about lazy writting/film-making that is sexist towards men (say stories that full on say that a guy hitting a woman is bad, but a woman hitting a man is funny, or using "guys always want it" as justification for scenes of female characters forcing themselves on the male characters).

Instead, Female Gaze is meant to either neutral or POSITIVE. "This appeals to women" is used for praise, "this appeals to men" is used as criticism. Women are harmless, men are dangerous. Women are helpless victims, men are evil abusers. Women need to be protected and put on pedestal, men need to be hated and feared. Female desire is inherently pure, male desire is inherently objectifying. And, of course, any woman that disagrees is bad and a traitor and needs to be "called out for being anti-feminist" (aka be condescended to or full on attacked).

This is sexism, pure and simple. Anyone can be a victim, anyone can be an abuser. Anyone can like any kind of story, trope, genre, ship, etc. Desire is a morally neutral thing, and it doesn't become "pure" or "inherently corrupt" depending on the gender of the person who feels it.

The "Male Gaze VS Female Gaze" thing is nonsensical at best and perpetuates a dangerous double standard at worse, and I'm so fucking tired of it never being questioned because people are afraid of being labelled misogynistic.

#anti zutara #male gaze #female gaze #sexism

[mommyghostface28]

At first I wanted to say that we all love you and you're one of the best doms, at least on social media... That helps everyone feel at ease. We are always here for you.

I have a question if that's okay... When i was a bit younger I had a so-called "dom", we used to have a lot of texting and everything. One day I was on my period and I'm really really really fucking horny at that time. Well so basically i texted her that, and she was like okay put in the tampon and wipe all the um "dirt" off. I did so and we started to "have fun" but it was with the camera and all, i was really close to end, but she saw a bit of blood that i didn't notice. She cursed me out, called me a dirty pig and all the other disgusting names, (yes i am into degradation but it was too much) and told me to stop and not cum for a week because i let her see that dirt. She didn't see or text me for a week. After that we had one real life session where instead of having normal thing she punished me for being a "dirty toy". As soon as we finished she kicked me out, and told me to come back when i will be willing to be clean.

I cut her off after obviously, but it left me traumatized as fuck. I am still always horny as hell on my period but i cant even touch anything down there. I feel bad when i walk out of home on my period. I even thought of getting on pills to stop it but the doctor told me no because of hormonal issues.

How do I get over this? She killed my self esteem totally that day

Sorry for such a long question

Awww love! That’s so sweet of you to say thank youuuuu🥰 I truly appreciate that!

oh darling..I’m so sorry that happened to you..she sounds awful honestly. What she did was not okay, at all. Dom or not. That’s not how you treat anyone.

First of all, she should not have made you feel “dirty” for being on your period. It’s a normal thing women go through. There’s nothing dirty about it. She also shouldn’t have degraded you for it, or even that harshly without checking in and seeing if you would even enjoy something like that. She seemed to genuinely lack compassion, she just seemed down right mean.

On top of all of this, you were left with no aftercare. No reassuring words or comfort so of course it made you feel awful, and of course you were left with trauma.

I’m so sorry love, she was careless with you and your feelings. In terms of getting over it, Starr by reminding yourself you’re absolutely NOT filthy for experiencing such a normal thing. She also knew you were on your period and chose to participate and still punish you for it. Again, not okay. There’s going to be blood present, she shouldn’t have held that against you.

She wasn’t a good Dom, and it had nothing to do with you love. Forgive yourself because you did nothing wrong ❤️ there will be a better Dom(me) that comes along and shows you what love and care looks like in the bedroom. One that wouldn’t ever treat you that way.

Learn to love your body again. Learn to be intimate with yourself. I hope I’m not overstepping, but The next time you’re on your period, I want you to touch yourself. It’s okay, I promise ❤️

Lots of women experience sex while on their periods, let’s of women experience sexual arousal while on their period as well. And a person should never make anyone else feel disgusting for it.

(Some of us also have a fetish for period sex/menstrual blood 🙊)

I hope you’ll be okay love, be gentle with yourself. if you ever need to vent, have any other questions come find me 🥰

Be safe babygirl!

#wlw nsft #nsft wlw #wlw ns/fw #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #bd/sm mommy #nsft lesbian #domme momm

[ctitan98official]

Alcina finds out Y/N is an age regressor fic

This was a wonderful paid commission request by @tomboyab and they were kind enough to share! This one is about about Alcina finding out that Y/N age regresses. She supports them and even builds them a nursery. Let’s get into it!

Alcina is a woman of great elegance and poise. She is most certainly feared by many, but loved dearly by you and the girls.

One day, while cleaning up in your shared bedroom, she stumbled upon a stray pacifier lying on the floor. At first, she was confused and wondered where such an object could have come from. However, as she continued to clean up, she found more unusual items: diapers, bottles, and stuffed animals were scattered and hidden throughout the room. She was shocked, but remained calm and decided to just  ask you what you knew about it. 

When you returned to the room, Alcina gently sat you down on the side of the bed. She sort of had an idea of what might be going on, but she hated to make assumptions. She just wanted to hear what you needed to tell her. “Darling, can you explain this to me?” She asked, holding up the pacifier she had found.

You cleared your throat in discomfort. “Alcina, I have to tell you something,” You said nervously as you sat down on the bed. “I know you found some things in the room, and I need to explain.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I… I kind of… Age regress…” You say. “It’s a way for me to cope with stress and anxiety. Sometimes I just need to escape from the real world and be little for a while.”

You looked down, feeling ashamed as you added, “But… I’m scared to tell people about it. I’ve been rejected before and it just makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.”

You paused, waiting for Alcina’s response. When she didn’t immediately say anything, you continued, “I know it might seem weird, but it’s just a part of who I am. And I hope you can accept that.”

You looked up at her, searching for any sign of judgment. But instead, you saw understanding and compassion in her eyes. “Draga, I want you to know that I accept you for who you are, no matter what,” She said firmly. “You don’t have to be afraid of sharing this part of yourself with me. In fact, I want you to feel comfortable expressing yourself in any way you need to.” She held out her arms to you.

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you leaned into her embrace, feeling safe and loved. Alcina’s acceptance and understanding made you feel like you could finally be yourself without fear of being ridiculed.

Alcina had seen how stressed and anxious you could get, and it made her heart ache to see you suffer. The fact that people have made you feel bad about your age regression in the past makes her angry. She only wants the best for you. “Draga, I’m so proud of you for sharing this with me,” She said softly, taking your hand in hers and kissing your head. “If you need someone to take care of you, to be your mommy, I’m willing to do that for you.” She told you. It… Actually really touched her to learn this about you. She had always been a maternal person and this might be a good way for her to express herself too.

You looked up at her, surprised by her offer. “You… You would do that for me?” You ask, completely awestruck by her words.

“Of course, my darling,” She said with a smile. “I want you to feel safe and loved, and if being little is a way for you to do that, then I’m more than happy to help.”

Your eyes welled up with tears. This is all you had ever wanted.

Alcina chuckled sadly. “Aww, it’s okay, my darling. Mommy loves you.” She told you and kissed your cheek.

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Over the next few days, Alcina showed you just how serious she was about being your mommy.

At first, you felt a little self-conscious about the whole thing. You had never had anyone care for you like this before, and it felt strange to be so vulnerable. 

But Alcina was patient and gentle, helping you feel more comfortable with each passing day.

You really took a leap of faith when you let her change your diaper for the first time.

“Alright, draga,” Alcina said as she laid you down on the changing table, “Mommy’s going to change your diaper now.”

You looked up at her with wide eyes, feeling a little nervous. You had never had anyone change your diaper before, but Alcina’s reassuring smile made you feel more at ease.

“I’ve got you, baby,” She said with sincerity.

You trust her, so you give her a little nod, signaling that she can continue.

Alcina actually chokes up a bit at how much you demonstrate your love for her. It means so much that you allow her to see you like this and it’s an honor. She unsnapped the onesie you were wearing and gently lifted your legs, sliding the wet diaper out from underneath you. 

You couldn’t help but squirm a little as the cool air hit your sensitive skin.

Alcina chuckled softly. “It’s okay, draga. Mommy’s almost done,” She said as she wiped you clean with a warm wipe.

You watched as she expertly fastened the fresh diaper around your waist, making sure it was snug but not too tight. She pulled your onesie back down and snapped it closed.

“All done!” She said with a smile, lifting you up and cradling you against her chest. “How does that feel, baby?”

You blushed a little, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort from the whole experience. “Good, mommy,” You said softly, snuggling into Alcina’s embrace.

Alcina smiled down at you. She felt a sense of pride at being able to care for you in this way. “I’m so glad, draga. Mommy will always be here to take care of you,” She said as she held you close.

Alcina also had a big surprise in the works for you. She had been building you a nursery in one of the castle’s unused rooms, decorating it with stuffed animals and brightly colored toys. She bought you multiple pacifiers and a sippy cup to use when you were little. 

She carried you in to see the progress she was making on the nursery about halfway into the process. “What do you think, draga?” She asked and cradled you close, talking to you gently.

Your eyes widened adorably as you looked at everything. You giggled and cooed happily, too little to verbalize but clearly excited.

Alcina chuckled. “I’m so glad you like it, my love,” She said.

A stuffed bear immediately caught your attention and you reached out for it.

Alcina gasped playfully at you. “Do you want this, baby?” She asked and bent down to pick it up and offer it to you.

You squeal and take the bear, chewing on its ear.

“Well, it seems we have a new favorite toy,” Alcina remarked and grinned as she ran her fingers through your hair. She can’t believe you’re all hers to love. You’re so precious. 

She sat down on a nearby rocking chair and gently bounced you in her arms.

You soon yawned from her actions and Alcina patted your back. “You take a nice rest, draga. Mommy will feed you when you wake up,” She promised and kissed your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing began to even out.

Alcina hummed softly and her voice lulled you to sleep.

Alcina loved to feed you. She learned a lot of recipes so that she could make her own baby food for you. It’s just another way for her to nurture you.

Early on into this new arrangement, you couldn’t help but feel a little fussy as she fed you one day. The process was new to you and you were still adjusting to the idea of being taken care of in this way. You started to whine and wiggle, feeling a little overwhelmed by the experience.

Alcina immediately noticed your discomfort and paused in her task of spooning your food. She looked at you with concern in her eyes and gently placed a hand under your chin to try and soothe you.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, draga,” She cooed softly. “Mommy’s here, and she’s going to take good care of you.”

You looked up at her with watery eyes, feeling a little embarrassed about getting so worked up. 

But Alcina didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she found it endearing. She is so proud that she can calm you. “It’s okay to be fussy, little one,” she said with a gentle smile. “You’re just getting used to everything. Mommy’s here to help you feel better.” She started to stroke your chin in a soothing motion, humming a soft melody to help calm you down. 

You gradually started to relax under her touch, feeling safe and loved in her arms.

As she finished feeding you, Alcina gave you a warm, affectionate smile. “All better now, draga?” she asked.

You giggle and nod your head at her. You’re so grateful for her love and attention.

Alcina quickly commissioned lots of clothes from Donna, always making sure to request items in your favorite colors and with characters you love.

You are becoming spoiled, but Alcina wouldn’t have it any other way. All she wants to do is take care of you and make you happy. In fact, she’s actually started spending less time at family meetings and conducting other business because she just feels a need to be close to you at all times now. You are her baby and she needs you just as much as you need her.

About a week after Alcina showed you the nursery for the first time, it is finally done. The walls are painted with soft but fun patterns and you feel so cherished.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening. Alcina had been so loving towards you. You had never felt so cared for and safe in your life.

As you looked around the nursery, you couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by everything. It was like a dream come true, and you couldn’t believe that Alcina had gone to so much trouble for you. The crib caught your attention, and you pointed at it.

“Let’s take a look, shall we, baby?” She asked. She set you down in front of it and you began running your hands over the soft blankets and pillows. 

It was much larger than any crib you had ever seen before, but it was the perfect size for you.

“Do you like it, draga?” She asked, reaching down and rubbing your hair.

You turned to her, feeling a bit shy. “Yeah, mommy,” You said softly.

She smiled at you, her eyes full of warmth and love. “I’m so glad you like it, my little one,” She said, and ran her fingers along your face.

You leaned into her touch, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. It was like everything was going to be okay now that you had Alcina by your side.

“Would you like to try it out?” Alcina asked, gesturing to the crib.

You felt a bit nervous, but you were also curious. It had been a long time since you had slept in a crib, and you wondered if it would feel as comforting as it had when you were younger.

Alcina picked you up and put you in, tucking you in with blankets and pillows. She gave you a pacifier to suck on, and you felt your stress and worries melt away as you relaxed into the softness of the crib. 

Just knowing that Alcina was with you made you feel so secure. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open if you tried.

Alcina sat beside the crib, watching you with a smile on her face. “Sleep well, my little one,” She said softly, and then she leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You dreamt of her, as you often did. It’s funny that even the dream version of her can bring you so much comfort.

Alcina is the best mommy you could have asked for. You love her so much.

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Sabine Wren's Lost Arc

I love Rebels, I do, but I swear I am never going to stop being angry about how Sabine's arc got so completely derailed in season 4 in favor of lifting up BO-KATAN KRYZE of all characters.

Rebels is very clearly setting up Sabine as the next leader of Mandalore in season 3. It's what introduces the Darksaber as a symbol of leadership in the first place and it does so by having SABINE pick it up from Maul and train with it and then win it in combat from another Mandalorian. There is no reason to do ANY OF THAT unless Sabine is intended to become a leader via the Darksaber itself.

Look at this shot! Fenn Rau, Ezra Bridger, and Kanan Jarrus, all KNEELING TO HER. Kanan is kneeling mostly because she beat him in training rather than out of swearing allegiance, but both Fenn Rau and Ezra have just sworn to follow her. Kanan promises her that her family will back her up no matter what she chooses. Sabine sitting there HOLDING THE DARKSABER with two Jedi and a leader of a Mandalorian faction in his own right kneeling to her while swearing to follow her. There is NO WAY we aren't supposed to see Sabine as a future ruler.

We didn't need the Darksaber in order to have Sabine deal with her arc about her family and her time in the Academy and why she left. There were plenty of ways and reasons to have had Sabine go back to Krownest to deal with that issue without ever bringing in the Darksaber and then declaring that wielding the Darksaber and winning it in combat specifically means having a claim to leadership over Mandalore. She claims not to be ready by the end of the arc, yes, but she also chooses to stay behind to help her family. It's the start of a new arc for Sabine, towards leadership after reclaiming her place in her family.

I've talked before about how Sabine is the ONLY person we ever see wielding the Darksaber who has legitimately earned it the JEDI way. She doesn't just win it in combat the way Mandalorians earn it. She trains in how to use it FROM ANOTHER JEDI and has to both acknowledge and then face her own worst fears first. She even acquires the Darksaber in a way reminiscent of how Jedi kids pick up their own kyber crystals: she goes into a cave and comes back out with a crystal that called to her (yes, she does things a little out of order and the crystal is already inside a hilt but it's a fun little parallel still). She even wins the Darksaber in combat specifically by using a Jedi lightsaber and then shows MERCY, a lesson she learned FROM THE JEDI WHO RAISED HER. Everyone else who has wielded it, up to and including Din Djarin, have only ever earned it the Mandalorian way via combat.

And that's specifically why Sabine makes such a good candidate to lead Mandalore. She's gone on an entire journey towards figuring out what it means to her to be Mandalorian, but also towards recognizing the fatal flaws in her own culture (mainly that they keep fighting EACH OTHER rather than cooperating together) and discovering a new, healthier, kinder way to be Mandalorian by learning how to be a Jedi. She learns how to control her anger, how to show mercy, how to connect to another Mandalorian who hates her through compassion and perseverance, and how to overcome her fears and guilt. This is the core of the arc Sabine goes on over the first three seasons.

And then we get to season four and suddenly Sabine has lost all sense of mercy and is willing to use her own weapon to kill and torture other Mandalorians she doesn't agree with because she's letting her anger control her. All of that development, lost.

While Bo-Katan Kryze, someone who we last saw being a terrorist who helped bring Maul to Mandalore in the first place, is somehow the one advocating for mercy instead. And then Sabine hands over the Darksaber to her so she can fuck off to Lothal and be a part of the show's final season. Which I get, I do, I understand that the show probably got unexpectedly canceled and so they had to wrap things up and they wanted Sabine to be a major part of that final arc on Lothal which meant they had to find a way to quickly finish off the Darksaber arc without making SABINE be the one to take up that leadership. And in walks Bo-Katan Kryze the Freedom Fighter. But in order to make Bo-Katan even work in this storyline as a legitimate option, they have to completely undo Sabine's character development and pretend like Bo-Katan's more negative history never happened. Which sucks. A lot.

It would've made a LOT more sense for Bo-Katan to have shown up as an EXTREMIST, someone that Sabine might know as a freedom fighter but who Fenn Rau remembers as a terrorist who helped overthrow Mandalore's only peaceful government run by her own sister, brought Republic forces to invade Mandalore to oust the Sith Lord she helped bring to Mandalore in the first place, and then lost Mandalore to the Empire shortly after taking up its leadership. For Bo-Katan to be the one filled with anger and who nearly uses Sabine's weapon to take out Gar Saxon and his followers, but for Sabine to talk her down and convince her towards mercy instead. Have Sabine bring different factions of Mandalorians TOGETHER, have her INSPIRE Mandalorians to be better than they have been before by using Jedi values of compassion and mercy to reach them.

And then Bo-Katan kneels to Sabine, swears her loyalty and the loyalty of her followers (which includes multiple different clans and houses) to Sabine.

But no. Instead, Bo-Katan becomes this hypocritical mess who is given leadership of Mandalore AGAIN only to lose it to the Empire AGAIN after being hailed as this wonderful freedom fighter everyone loves, and Sabine got relegated to having to re-learn the lessons she's already learned and her rightful place and storyline stolen from her.

I'll never stop being mad about that.

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