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attonposting · 1 year

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Just thinkin' about how showing your companions the Force in KotOR II is about healing, about teaching them to confront their traumas and cope with them in a healthy way, and on a Dark Side run, it's about yanking on that trauma and twisting it until it becomes all that they are.

Atton is a goddamn mess of a person. The war wrecked him and shaped him into a sadistic monster who committed mega war crimes until he met the one Jedi who forced him to see what he'd become. And instead of taking any responsibility, he bolted, coping by drowning out the world and doing his damnedest not to feel. The Exile forces him to stop running and confront himself – to face all those emotions he chopped up into little pieces and wore like masks, his guilt, his hate, his fear. I don't think Atton ever thinks of himself as a Jedi; him learning to use the Force is him learning not to be afraid of it, and himself, anymore. Atton decides he's going to finally try to do something with his life – maybe not for goodness' sake, but because he owes that last Jedi that much. And a DS Exile extinguishes whatever seeds of decency she planted, destroys his last remaining shreds of idealism, and convinces him not to fear himself in a much, much scarier way.

Bao-Dur is a genuinely good guy, but he's shackled by guilt. It's not straightforward, and it'd maybe be easier for him to deal with it if it was - Bao-Dur simultaneously regrets and doesn't regret what he did. He believes... not necessarily that Malachor had to happen, but that the war needed to end. But he's horrified that it was his hands and his mind that conceived the Mass Shadow Generator, can never banish the sight of so much death at his hand. And he can't reconcile how what drove him in the war was pure hatred, and the galaxy treats him like his service was a noble thing when he knows it was anything but. That rage hasn't left him even though he tried to move on and turn his hands towards kinder things. Through the Force, he's able to move on and at last find peace – but a DS Exile convinces him to give into his anger and let retribution rule him completely.

Mira is at her heart a scared little girl trying desperately to prove to herself that she's tough and capable – that she's over everything she's lost, that she's not alone and afraid. She tries not to care about anyone, because the galaxy certainly doesn't give a shit, but she does despite herself. A LS Exile teaches her how to come to terms with the things that hound her, and in that, find true strength. A DS Exile teaches her to cover up that fear by preying on others so that nobody ever has the chance to hurt her again, and convincing herself that hardness means strength until it becomes true.

Brianna has tried to find purpose in servitude, but she's isolated in an otherwise tight-knit unit. She's desperate to prove herself, but she's never good enough for anyone, and she knows why she continues to fail even as she's unable to let the source go. A LS Exile teaches her to transcend those concerns and be true to herself above all else – not only to follow her own path, but to find strength and value in herself, for the first time in her life. What Atris thinks, what her sisters think, is immaterial. A DS Exile doesn't free her from her mindset of servitude so much as twist her loyalties. That Brianna instead becomes convinced she's better than her sisters, better than Atris, and takes her anger out on her ex-family and beyond – becoming driven by scorn, seeing nothing but the failures of the Jedi to live up to their own standards.

Mical lost his future at a young age – something that probably saved his life, considering everything that happened in the following years, but which left him trailing in the shadow of the Jedi seeking answers nobody could give. He wants to believe in the Jedi Order, but recent history has left him with far too much evidence to the contrary. A LS Exile acknowledges the flaws of the Jedi teachings, even personifies those flaws through their history, but convinces him through their actions that their core still rings true and is worth striving for. A DS Exile utterly demolishes his faith in the same manner. Mical takes the Exile's fall as yet another betrayal by the Jedi, but it's the hardest hitting yet - this sheer debasement of the figure he idolized most. It finally extinguishes his idealism, even gnawing away at the compassion that defines him until he's yet another soulless cog in the Republic machine.

And Visas is already attuned to the Force, but a LS Exile gives her hope for the galaxy and teaches her of the beautiful little moments of connection and the greatness people can achieve together, where she'd become convinced that life was pain and the only thing any being could aspire to was an end to the suffering. What she witnesses is strong enough for her to come to terms with the death of Katarr and choose to keep going despite all that's happened. And a DS Exile... doesn't. They reaffirm her desolation and then give her the callous end she sought.

The Exile themselves went for ten years avoiding connections, and then the Force thrusts them back into the role of a leader – a role they've got decidedly mixed feelings about, when it was literally their empathy that caused their self-destruction in the Mandalorian Wars. Major YMMV on how you characterize your Exile's motives, but the way I saw it, a DS Exile isn't going to be hurt again. They're not going to get attached to their soldiers – they've made that mistake before and it brought them nothing. They know how to say the right words to get people to fight and to die for them, and that's all it is. And for a LS Exile... they know the danger of caring, but they won't allow it to stop them from living any longer, not after they've spent ten years dead to themselves. And it's the human connections they form that heals them, that allows for them to touch the Force once more.

Obviously a DS Exile is bad and they should feel bad. For a LS one, though - the Jedi Council's repudiation of your powers at the end of the game used to really bother me until this part clicked. You're all a bunch of broken people who find each other and learn to move on. Even if you're drawing them in with freaky black hole space magic, they are genuinely better off for your presence, and it's because of who you are as a person, not any way you've molded them through the Force.

#kotor #kotor 2 #kotor ii #atton rand #bao-dur #visas marr #mira #handmaiden #mical #disciple #the exile #jedi exile

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wonderbias · 1 year

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Manipulate, Manslaughter, Malewife

Pairing: Modern! Aemond Targaryen x OC

Genre: Fun, fluff, tiny tiny tiny angst.

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual relationships, suggestive.

Words: +2.5K

A/N: So, I know a lot have been waiting for Part 3 of my other story...I've been waiting too for the ~~inspiration~~ but, meanwhile, I had this idea yesterday and thought "why not share it?" Hope you like it!

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Like every day at 8 AM the mothers of the kindergarten stood against the entrance of the institution. Some were on their phone, some were talking among themselves, and others admired their expensive manicure, but they were all waiting for the same.

Aemond Targaryen.

Finally, the silver and expensive car parked, and from it descended the Valyrian God, as many liked to call him.

Others called him a variety of names that wouldn't be appropriate saying it out loud.

Aemond went to the back door of his car and from it jumped down a small kid with his same hair color and a wide smile.

The sight made some hearts melt.

(It made some panties damper too but, let's not pay attention to that.)

Father and son walked holding hands from their car into the kindergarten, the little Rhaegar happily following his dad.

When they disappeared behind the doors, a collective sigh could be heard.

"Did you see it?" "He's so loving!" "His kid is just like him." "He only smiles when he's with Rhaegar, I saw them the other day in the supermarket."

"I'm going to ask him on a date," suddenly announced Brianna, the recently-divorcee-who-had-undergone-breast-surgery-and-a-lipo.

Every mother turned to look at her, some with disgust, some with surprise, some with admiration.

Marie finally spoke, "Sorry, but he's married. Didn't you see the wedding band?"

Brianna rolled her eyes but the one who answered was Rebecca, one of Brianna's friends who was the 'live, laugh, love' type, "No he's not! Another friend of mine works in the Civil Registration Office and tells me that there's no Mrs. Targaryen!"

Marie thought it was ridiculous how grown-up women were making little jumps like teenagers.

Obviously, Rebecca couldn't contain herself and kept talking, "Girls, he's a widower, I'm sure of it. He never mentions someone-"

"He barely talks…," Marie cuts her.

"- nobody has seen him with anyone and he doesn't have a big social life! He's perfect and, if you search, his family has millions and millions!" Rebecca stated, ignoring Marie's attempts to interrupt her.

"Shut up! He's coming," muttered Brianna, walking to the front of the group of women.

As on cue, Aemond Targaryen walked out of the building, stern face and dark glasses on. He noticed the group of women and greeted them with a slight tilt of his head.

"Ladies," he spoke, with the deep and soft tone that Marie imagined some of her favorite book characters had.

He got inside his car and, in a matter of seconds, he was on the road.

"I'm doing it, I won't die before getting a taste of that dick," Brianna announced with a face full of determination, while she adjusted her new breasts inside the tight blouse she was wearing.

Run, Aemond Targaryen, run. Marie thought.

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The ritual repeated at 1 PM.

There were a few differences though: the mothers and fathers awaited their kids, the kids ran outside to greet them and Rhaegar Targaryen was picked up by his nanny.

Marie could tell that the woman was nice and really cared for Rhaegar, but the truth was that they had never really talked beside the occasional greeting and chatting about kids. She also knew that the group of 'Cool moms', in which Brianna and Rebecca were part of, liked to treat the nanny as if she was a handmaid, and women of money didn't talk to the help.

But today was different, she thought while watching how Brianna talked with the nanny (who was looking at her interlocutor skeptically) and tried to be friendly.

She moved closer to them, to listen to their conversation and so that she could interfere in case Brianna acted like her usual self and insulted the poor woman.

"So, I was thinking, maybe we could arrange a play date with Logan and Rhaegar," suggested Brianna, in an overly sweet tone.

The nanny smiled, "Oh, I'm sure Rhaegar will love it."

"It could be this Thursday, at five? In my house?" Brianna said a little too quickly.

"Damn girl, you're a viper," Marie thought. "The only day that Aemond Targaryen picks up his kid."

"Oh," the poor woman was a little overwhelmed, she noticed. "I think it'll be fine-"

Brianna interrupted her by putting a hand on her arm, "Tell your boss, darling, and tell him to call me so we can arrange the play date." Then she handed the girl a card with her contact information, "Please, tell Mr. Targaryen to call me, I'll be awaiting his call."

She was distracted by her kid running towards her but, as she walked to her car, she could see the poor nanny having a dumbfounded face.

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Are you sure?

Yes! Why would I lie?

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Turns out that the play date, according to Brianna, had turned out "excellent, I have him wrapped around my finger".

(Marie thought that Brianna had misunderstood Aemond's good manners as flirting, the girl was so desperate that she was blind in her judgment.)

Anyway, she had announced that during Trivia Night at School, her plans to conquer the Valyrian God and drag him into her bed, she had also shared how she had gone to get a brazilian wax in preparation for "her great night".

Meanwhile, her husband, James, and she had dressed up for the occasion. James was particularly interested in how almost every single or divorced mother was pursuing the widower Aemond Targaryen.

Marie spotted Aemond Targaryen in the crowd of parents, talking to some other men, she pointed at him discreetly, "That's him, babe. Be discreet…no! I told you to be…don't look, don't look…now, I think he's distracted."

She loved James, but if she sent the man to spy on someone, he would end up ringing the bell. He had stood there looking at the Targaryen directly, trying to see a glimpse of his face, and, finally, when he did, the idiot had softly whistled, "Damn, he's hot! I'm doubting my sexuality."

Marie nudged her husband's shoulder, "Shh! You idiot!" Still, she couldn't deny that her husband was right.

"Oh, man! I'm hoping that when he rejects Brianna I can be close so I can watch the exact moment her face drops," he had said while they were waiting for their drinks. James wasn't too fond of Brianna after how she had cheated on one of his friends in college. "Oh, I can't wait, love! I need to get another drink in advance to celebrate."

"How are you so sure that he's going to reject her?" she was genuinely curious. Besides the plastic surgery, Brianna was pretty, any man would find her attractive.

James turned to look at her, "Honey, I have a feeling about this, trust me."

She took a sip of her margarita, "Good or bad?"

James stared at the back of Aemond Targaryen and nodded, "Good."

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A few hours had passed and every adult seemed a little drunk, the drinks were free so…Why not?

Why not? Marie cursed her earlier self as she entered the bathroom, turns out that the side effect, that nobody mentions, of having children is that your bladder will never be the same, that's why she was on her third trip to the bathroom.

Great, only one is occupied.

She did her business, which never seemed to end, and got out of the cubicle. As she's washing her hands and checking that her makeup and her hair aren't too ruined, the door of the second cubicle opens and a familiar face appears.

"Hi, Marie! How are you?" says the nanny of Rhaegar Targaryen.

Marie is confused. You see: the nanny she's used to is a tall woman who usually wears cargo pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Not a drop of makeup, sometimes she wears glasses, her brown hair in a ponytail and she believes the nanny has green eyes.

But this…woman? She's the nanny her grandmother advised her daughter's not to let her enter their houses or they would find their husband balls deep in her pussy.

Gods, she's intimidated by her looks...

This nanny reloaded is gorgeous. She's tall, like really tall, and she's wearing heels which make her even taller! She's wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress that's barely above her knee and it also has a neckline that shows her full breasts (if I had tits like that I would be naked 24/7). Her hair is mid-length and light brown, her lips are full and painted a glossy red and her green eyes appear to be shining thanks to her makeup.

Marie has a hard time finding her words, but she still tries, "Um…hi." Great Marie, now you're being rude. You're also being rude by not knowing her name.

Oh shit, what was her name? Something…Italian? Spanish? Maybe?

To her surprise, the nanny reloaded laughs, "I know it's not my usual attire, I know I look a little weird. My name's Fiamma, by the way."

She felt herself blush in embarrassment, "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm terrible at remembering names. You look beautiful, by the way…"

Wait, why was she here?

There are no kids here…it's just parents and teachers.

But she's no parent…and no teacher…who invited her?

She watches as Fiamma AKA 'The Nanny' checks her makeup in the mirror and then grabs a big purse.

They exit the bathroom and start walking towards the 'party'. Marie can't contain herself and stops.

"I'm sorry Fiamma, I know I'm being rude but, why are you here? Are you…dating a parent or a teacher?" she asks and immediately regrets doing it because the look the other woman gives to her is one of disdain.

But…she's a nanny! She shouldn't be here, the school is very strict to let anybody enter their grounds and she's-

"You know Marie, I know women like you, even men. They think they're so 'liberal' and 'inclusive' but when they're finally facing someone who doesn't act or look or even dress like them…well, they show their true colors," expressed Fiamma, clenching her hands but still maintaining eye contact.

She was sure she hadn't been this embarrassed and ashamed in a long time.

"I'm…I-I don't know what you're talking about-," she muttered.

To her disgrace, Fiamma raised a hand, signaling her to stop talking, "You and your lot of 'Mom friends' never treated me well, you barely even talked to me, never asked for my name. Hell, nobody asked or gave me their number when I asked!"

"Why would we want a nanny's number?!" blurted out Marie.

Oh, fuck. I shouldn't have said that. I can't say things like that.

Clutching her purse tightly she realized how disrespectful she had been, "I'm sorr-"

But Fiamma was already climbing up the stairs, she tried to follow her (to do what? Apologize? Ask for forgiveness? Ask her to don't tell anyone?) but it was in vain, Fiamma was already walking towards…

Oh, my fucking God! How old is she? Was she going to tell on her to Aemond Targaryen? How could she believe that her employer would listen to a mere nanny-

Wait…he's hugging her.

And now he's…kissing her?!

She quickly moved through the crowd and found a more secluded place where she could sit and process everything that had happened.

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For a few minutes, she sat there, on the small bench, trying to understand what had happened.

What the fuck is going on here?

The sound of the gravel alerted her of the presence of another person.

Great…she's back to fight some more.

"You know, Marie, of all the vipers…I thought you were…different," said a low voice.

She didn't have to raise her head to know that Aemond Targaryen was talking to her.

Still, she was proud (and dumb enough to fight him back).

She raised from her seat and muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm not the one who's fucking the nanny and showing her around here! I don't know how is it in Westeros, but things here-"

"She's my wife, you dumb bitch," he deadpanned. He stared at her dead in the eye and continued, "You thought you were being nice and courteous to someone 'lower' than you when the truth is that you are a snobbish fucker that thinks that she's above everyone."

Her pressure dropped, "I-I-I-I'm…n-n-not-"

Aemond interrupted her again and, she could swear, she saw fire in his eyes, "Now, I think you owe my wife an apology. If you're quick, you can be after Brianna and Rebecca… there are more people in the line and those two have lengthy apologies for believing me a horny widower."

Her mouth was agape and her hands and legs were shaking, she hadn't been in so much fear in…her life. With all the energy she could muster she nodded, and that seemed to please the man because he turned into his heel and walked away.

She had to sit down to calm herself, but couldn't contain her tears. She had been humiliated and even scolded like a brat and while every bone in her wanted to keep fighting, deep down she knew that she had been a bitch on purpose to a person only because it didn't fit the wealthy environment.

Suddenly she heard quick steps and a panting breath, "Honey, you won't believe this! The Targaryen is married! You should have seen Brianna's face when he told her in front of his wife, the bitch even started crying for 'giving her false hopes' and the wife told her to 'assure yourself that your conquest isn't married before a brazilian wax'! It was a-ma-zing!..."

"Wait, why are you crying?!"

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Fiamma walked down the stairs after checking her kids were fine and sleeping and searched around the house for her husband.

She found him in the kitchen, apron on, sleeves up, and hair tied, washing the dishes. Pouring herself more wine, she took advantage of the fact that he wasn't facing her to admire his back.

"Thank you for defending my…honor, as you nicely put it," her voice was velvety, filled with love and gratitude.

He chuckled, "I had to, love. One thing is being rude to me, I can handle it but, when you came with that card? I wanted to strangle her."

"And not in a good way," she teased him and, in response, he splashed some water on her a playful smile on his face.

"What I still don't understand is…why they thought you were the nanny? And how the fuck they thought I was a widower?"

She takes a deep breath and starts explaining to him what Rebecca had said in her apology: that they had never seen them together, that there wasn't a Mrs. Targaryen, that he wore his wedding band (duh), and how the group of mothers had never thought of her as his wife.

"In a way, I can understand because Rhaegar always greets me in Valyrian and I was always in my working clothes, which aren't the fanciest. Also, it doesn't help that both my kids look nothing like me, they're copies of you," she suggested, her hand caressing his back.

Aemond "mmmm-ed" to her and nodded, "Still, they were rude to you. Nanny or not, they should have acted like adults and asked if they were so curious."

"Aemond please…they think that they're too important and that people should seek them," she pointed out. "They're fucking crazy, love, just spending their time drinking expensive wine, doing their nails, getting botox, and ordering the "help" around."

"I too drink expensive wine, does that mean I'm a "desperate housewife"?" he joked with her while he cleaned the last plate.

"Oh, shut up," a laugh came over her. "You do so much more: you take care of the kids, you manage the US branch of your family company from home, you cook, you clean. Need me to keep going?"

"I also cleaned the pool," he pointed. "And I managed to close a big deal for millions."

She rolled her eyes but kept going on, Aemond loved being praised and she was delighted to give it to him, "You cleaned the pool and closed a deal. You do too much for us, love, you're not a "desperate housewife", in any case, you would be a 'malewife'."

He could barely contain his laugh at the term, "Wow. Can I put it on my resume?"

She walked to him and hugged him by his waist, her face against his back, "If you want to…although I doubt it would help you." Her hands made their way under his black shirt, which was covered by the ridiculous apron, and started caressing the soft skin of his abs.

She gave his ear a soft and teasing bite making him take a deep breath, "You know…I've been neglectful with you, Aemond. You do so so much for me and the kids and I never tell you how thankful I'm for being yours. You decided to leave the life you had worked so hard to get only for me to get my dream job, how many husbands do that?"

He turned around, pupils were wide from the desire. His hand softly wrapped around her throat and she took a deep breath through her nose, then his lips finally settled over hers.

As their lips finally made contact, his tongue made its way through her lips, deepening the kiss and swallowing every whimper and moan she made. Her hands went to his soft and long hair, her nails barely scratching his scalp which made his hips snap against hers.

But then he pulled apart, his hand still on her throat, and looked into her eyes, the dominant side of him taking control of the situation. She could already feel her panties getting damp.

"On your knees, sweetheart," Aemond demanded, the grip on her throat tightening a little. "Be good and I might give you a reward, mmm?"

She obeyed, mouth already open in expectation.

After all, her sweet and devoted husband always needed a reminder of how much she loved and needed him.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #aemond x reader #mine #aemond targaryen x original character #aemond x original female character #aemond x original character

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bh-52 · 1 year

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Jedi couples Headcanons.

Barriss and Ahsoka have no concept of discretion in their love life, yet nobody notices they're a couple.

Ahsoka and Senator Chuchi went on one public date, and the paparazzi went wild.

Petro and Katooni are a young couple adored by everyone who finds out.

Ezra and Sabine are mischievous lovers.

Luminara and Obi-Wan flirt more than Nightwing and Starfire.

Shaak Ti and Kal Skirata fell in love while taking care of their kids (the clone army).

Cal and Merrin heal each other's trauma.

Depa and Grey are happily married, and proudly Caleb Dume's parents.

Aayla's on and off with Kit and Bly, but she loves them both equally.

Jocasta Nu and Dooku are the sweetest elderly couple giving love one last chance.

Mace and Vokare Che are the we take everything too seriously power couple.

Galen Marek and Maris Brood are feral lovers.

Stass and Neyo because he's crazy and she knows how to heal him.

Adi Gallia and Eeth Koth hooked up after Grievous kidnapped the latter.

Meetra and Visas Marr are the lovebirds who don't need eyes to see each other's beauty.

Atton and Mira are a delinquent power couple.

Brianna the Handmaiden and Mical the Disciple are as passionate and dedicated to each other as they are to history and lore, they go on dates to libraries, museums, exhibits, galleries, and archives.

Yoda and Maz Kanata have been married since 500bby.

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sashkapi · 9 months

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Opinions on brianna and brad?

What do you think about their relationship with kick

It satisfied me when brianna defended and helped her brother kick on “not without my cereal”

*shaking them violently like a bunch of ragdolls*

Yea, I like them the normal amount :)

In all honesty, I like the way Buttowski sibs are antagonistic towards each other while also showing that they care. Heck, "Kart to Kart" is my favorite episode in the show and mostly because of genuine "nobody messes with my brother!" from Kick and Brad (also darn, Kick is awesome in that episode). Also, despite Brad being the main antagonist in the show, I find it kinda adorable how he and Kick seemingly treat some of their fights as games (according to "Tattler's Tale" and "Love Stinks" at least)

As for Brianna, she is less antagonistic towards Kick of course, but mostly because she just looks out for herself and her own entertainment. Darn, the fact that she asked Kick to help her in "Sisters Pact" is cute. Generally I like her :)

Additionally not many people acknowledge the fact that Brianna also calls Kick "Clarence" sometimes. If you want to call Kick Clarence, you have to be blonde bitchy girl I guess jfjkdkfkdkdjf

That is to say, they are still a bunch of wild animals who'll claw and bite each other because that's how they are and love it. Chaotic siblings.

Additional headcanon, but I like to think they all like rock music. It's just Kick prefers hard rock, Brad prefers punk rock and Brianna prefers pop rock.

#ask #kick buttowski #family is lowkey trying to murder each other one moment abd peacefully watching tv together the other

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if all the gone characters were playing wow, what races and classes would they be? :)

hmmm that's an interesting ask thanks!!! i haven't played wow in ages, so sorry for possible silly takes. ___i'd love to hear your opinions as well___ so.

sam would be human paladin, i think we can all agree. he'd be an average player, and wouldn't take the game too seriously, not caring much about the grind.

astrid would pick a race that has the best buff for her class of choice (for ex. human-priest, draenei-shaman, dwarf-hunter, i think she would try them all, and manage to have several mains). she'd do everything by the guides. and i don't think she'd ever consider playing horde.

edilio would play tauren. he has tauren player vibes :) warrior or shaman, adjusts his spec to the needs of the group.

quinn would be playing as troll or dwarf. probably hunter class, something simple. doesn't care about lvling up, he's more into side quests, reputation grind, collecting mounts/pets etc. roleplays a lot and knows every emote by heart. never misses darkmoon faire!

orc would be orc, duh. tank, the class doesn't matter too much. howard would essentially want to be a damage dealer but changes into healer to support orc, he's a goblin.

caine would certainly play as blood elf male. not sure about his class, but i think he'd pick the tank role just because they're natural raid leaders. he'd be obsessed with leveling up his gear and being a top player + he'd have his own guild.

diana is belf as well, like i said. probably a shadow priest. constantly gets screamed at by caine to change into healing specialization, but eventually she dwarves everyone with her damage, so he relents.

drake would pick orc race and death knight class because he's edgy. he'll be "for the horde" and "alliance sucks" type of guy, but secretly he has an alt worgen nobody knows about, because deep down he's a furry. oh and he'll be massacring lowlevel alliance players and wiping important quest npcs on their territory.

dekka picks night elf female in melee class, she's a great tank, maybe druid?

lana mains undead and i think she would like some independent class like hunter or warlock.

brianna would get bored at the game and wouldn't play more than a week, but she would probably pick worgen because they look cool, or gnome cuz they're funny.

computer jack would play as a gnome or goblin, on the most nerdy class in history - mage.

honorable mention as i finally read enough to get to the pov of this baby: hunter plays female draenei on a hunter class.

#i've spent an hour writing it down #but it was a lot of fun #thanks anon!#gone series #okay i'm going to write their names in the tags i WILL make mistakes in their last names #sam tample #astrid ellison #edilio escobar #quinn gaither #charles orc merriman #caine soren #diana ladris #drake merwin #dekka talent #lana arwen lazar #brianna the breeze #computer jack #hunter lefsjdhfsjhtz

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ubotherme · 5 months

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this is exactly why I don’t fuck with you, you make up lies, you come up with the most random crazy shit in your head and then talk about it like it’s factual. You’ll tell people things about me that I never did, all because you assume I did because of your projection. Because YOU were out here cheating, YOU were out here receiving head and sex in exchange for you know what. Everything you accuse me of it’s just projection because it’s what you’re doing. My life has been nothing but positive the last almost two weeks. I don’t have to argue with someone every day who accuses me of doing things that I’m not, someone who doesn’t appreciate anything I do for them, someone who goes around, spreading lies about me. I’m at peace, I’ve gotten more done in the last two weeks that I did our entire relationship. You can continue to publicly lie about me, defame and slander me (which if you do you will hear from my lawyers) but you and I know the truth. You know I have all the evidence to back up everything I’m saying. I don’t wanna go there with you, stop talking about me, go fuck them hoes, go to the strip clubs, go live the lifestyle you so desperately want to live. I’m focusing on bettering myself, and I’ve done nothing but that lately. You can think I’m out here having sex with just anybody, doing drugs, whatever the fuck it is you’re crazy mind comes up with! I don’t care anymore, because my mom, God and I know the truth. I’ve had sex with three people my entire, I know I’m such a whore. I’ve been in 2 relationships. You’ve been in 10 and you have two baby mamas, you’ve had sex with many people and you got the nerve to sit there and try to slut shame me? That’s exactly what I’m talking about, you feel disgusted with yourself for all the people you hooked up with and all the nasty things you did to hook up with people. That’s the projection that you throw on to me because you can’t accept it. You can’t look in the mirror and accept the person you are. That’s a YOU problem, not me. I’ve made plenty of mistakes, but I take accountability and I learn from them. You’re 35 years old and you don’t ever take accountability for shit. It’s time to look in the mirror and grow up. Get a therapist while you’re at it. All of this is useless because you’re gonna continue to do what you’ve always done, which is paint me as the bad guy and that’s fine, because like I said, I have the proof. The pictures of my busted lip when you banged my head against the bathroom wall, the bruise on my ass when I jumped out of a moving car to get away from you, I have all the texts of you verbally abusing me. Threatening to kill me. But you do what you do best, play victim per usual and act like it’s everyone else’s fault. Brianna, Diana, Cindy, even your own daughter told you, you were in the wrong during a situation and you said I manipulated her. We can’t all be wrong. I bet you’re gonna tell your daughter next that she can’t have a relationship with me just like you did last time. Sad. Look in the mirror, go to therapy, and learn how to be a better human being. Nobody’s perfect, but you need to look deep within and figure out why you are the way you are.

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earhartsease · 1 year

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I don't know how to cope with the murder of Brianna Ghey except to send out all my love and care you all you other trans people everywhere, we have to look after each other because almost nobody else is

💚💛🧡❤️💜

#transphobia #cw death #so much love to you all

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quillandrapier · 1 year

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Posting here because posting any trans stuff on twitter these days is asking to be harrased.

Tw// trans death, transphobia, hate crimes, child death, racism, anti-black death, knife crime. //

I need to get this out but...

I'm honestly really devestated Brianna Ghey death. The pain truly hit when I realised she was born in 2007. She was so young.

But if i express this despair in front of peo, ple I know as a young Londoner I can already feel the apathy and confusion over my pain.

I've heard stories of children dying for years due to knife crime and I feel the pain and sadness then. I feel people I know will point to that and diminish the tradgey that has taken place. Why care about her, nobody cares about us. Which yes is an issue but we can care about multiply things. Also the trans community is a dispersed and connected despite not knowing each other in person. And I know for a fact when a black person is killed for being black the community mobilises. I grew up in the shadow of Stephen Lawrence, the New Cross Fire, Mark Duggan, Belly Mujinga and more. I know we move when our own face injustice, can't you see trans people are doing the same?

Despite what the police say, this was a hate crime. And even it it wasn't, Brianna will face indignity in death due to being misgendered by the state and media. Trans people who talk about it will be harrassed, attacked online and treated like shit.

Yet I feel even now cis people I know will agree that its sad but will not care more than that. It will be just dagger reminding me how little cis people care about the injustice trans people are currently facing.

I hope that I am wrong, however I doubt I will be.

I need more people to fight for trans rights, not just support them as they are under attack right now and trans children are being caught up in the crosshairs.

Being part of multiple minority groups means you'll constantly be dismiss by one group and treated as a traitor by another.

I'm just tired and heartbroken and wish only love and protection for trans people right now and those who loved and knew Brianna in life.

#And FUCK TERFS #Fuck those who've dead named her publically #Sorry for the rant #I need to get these really fucking awful feelings out but #Yeah #I'm just scared of tommorow and showing any sadness because I know trans people in Warringto #but also know I've had my pain as a trans person dismissed by these people I know before so yeah #Dreading that #Also let me know if I forgot to tag anything #I'm trying to be careful

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eddiemunsvns · 2 years

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i'm almost done with my eddie fic and boy is it getting me in my feels

send me an ask here if you want to get a little snippet of it!

it should be up tomorrow (its currently 12 AM where I am)

#eddie my beloved #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #nobody cares brianna #bri babbles

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vulpinesaint · 1 year

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fucking insane to me the silence on trans issues. i feel like all i do is post and talk about and think about and grieve about everything that's happening within even the past month; the list of anti-trans bills passed in the last week alone is absolutely fucking terrifying and the deafening silence even more so. so much lately has stripped away whatever performative allyship was laid over people's visages and it's so clear now that we have so little allies. not a word for us. no outrage if it doesn't come directly from us. when will people care that we're being murdered? when will people care that we're being legislated out of existence? when will people care that our rights are being denied to us, that our children are being pushed to suicide, that the violence is only growing and growing and growing with every comment that goes unchecked? so often have i cried for brianna and so little have i heard anyone talk about her. so many terrifying bills being passed into law here in the U.S. and so little discussion about them. i feel like i'm sitting alone in an empty room surrounded by images of everything going wrong and nobody can hear me when i scream. i'm so scared for my trans siblings. i'm so fucking scared. i love you all so much and god i hope you can be safe.

#first they came for the socialists huh.#trans issues #transgender #trans #transphobia

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haunted-medievalist · 1 year

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venting under the cut - cn for discussion of brianna ghey's death and associated transphobia, particularly the reactions (or lack thereof) of cis friends/'allies'

i have been sitting with a lot of overwhelming feelings since the news of her death broke at the start of the week, but one thing that's really acutely pressing on my mind tonight (& has been frequently throughout the week) is how unbothered pretty much all of my cis friends seem to be? it started on monday afternoon i think with us hanging around before a class and some of them laughing at how ridiculous and absurd and ~funny~ jkr's whole Thing is, with nobody acknowledging how her silly little hate beliefs and silly little hate campaigns killed a sixteen year old on saturday. and i had a lump in my throat and couldn't find the words to bring it up myself. but i have not been in the mood to laugh this week. i don't have it in me right now to laugh at and mock the people responsible for a trans child getting killed. there is nothing funny happening here.

last night, i went to a vigil for her and invited all of my friends to come with me - the organisers (a local trans activism group) had specifically advised people to travel to and from the vigil with company, because it would not be safe to be seen attending or leaving it alone. it was not safe. and i showed them all the info post that said this. and none of them came. nobody had the time or the energy or whatever, i didn't really care what their excuses were, but none of them fucking came. half an hour out of their lives to come and hold your trans friend's hand and grieve a murdered child. the only person who came with me in the end was the only other non-binary person in this friend group, who initially wasn't going to come because they thought they would find it too emotionally and mentally overwhelming, but changed their mind when they realised that none of our cis friends were going to go with me. and it was incredibly overwhelming. lots of people gave speeches and poems and eulogies and some of the strongest of those words were aimed at cis friends and allies. thanking the ones who were there. and cursing the ones who weren't.

it was half an hour long. was it really such a pain for you to come and mourn with us for half an hour? have you thought so little about her death and the countless other trans lives being lost and destroyed all of the time that it doesn't turn your stomach to still be laughing at silly old jkr and her silly old campaign of vitriol and all of the silly funny things she and her friends and her political allies and the good old british media say and do all of the fucking time that kill people? i have only ever laughed at her to cope when sitting with the fact that these people want me and my trans kin dead is too much weight to carry. i don't believe that my cis friends laugh with that same weight on their chest. maybe i would have believed them if they had been there mourning with us, and not out at dinners or pubs or a fucking pizza party with their other cis friends, merrily going about the day as if they do not also have some specks of blood on their hands. i am so angry. i don't have it in me any more to endure anything other than proactive, compassionate, furious allyship from cis people. i have barely been able to tolerate it for this long as it is. i make excuses for my cis friends because i love them but i see how unaffected by and uninterested in tragedies like this they are and i really start to wonder how far any of this love goes.

#tw: transphobia #trans #rambles #genderposting #forgive me for raging on tumblr i have very few outlets for my feelings about this at the moment

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