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just-some-trans-nobody · 4 months

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Nick Valentines x GN reader

Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.

Like always minors don't interact!

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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.

It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.

He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.

Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.

Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.

One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.

"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.

He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.

It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.

The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.

"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.

Who could say bo to that?

Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.

He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.

Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.

If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."

Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.

Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.

Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.

He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.

If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.

He's wearing them the very next day.

If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?

Now though? Might own three different pairs

You bet they match with your pajamas.

If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."

Nick takes bed time very seriously.

He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon

Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it

Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.

That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?

He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.

If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

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jellisdraws · 6 months

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Retrospective - Chapter 1 (Destiny 2 Fanfic)

Enkidu materialized into the still quiet of the early morning. The small ghost in his black and gold shell hovered over the curled form of his guardian as the first fingers of dawn pushed their way across the cloud strewn sky of winter. He bobbed gently in the air, turning to peer again through the narrow window of Mira’s cramped and cluttered hideout within the ruins of the old Tower. His robotic eye blinked, watching the thin strip of sky above the flowing lights and skyscrapers of the Last City. That view had long been filled by the Traveller, a small slice of enigmatic divinity. It had hung there, the being that had breathed life into him as it died, so he could breathe life into her. Now there was just the foreboding gray of the winter clouds, nearly smothering the light of dawn, but not completely.

He returned back down to Mira, gently nestling into the cradle of her body where she curled, breathing deep and evenly in sleep. She looked much the same as the first day they met; her dark hair a touch longer, some new scars peeking from beneath the heavy coat she was sleeping under, but there was the same careworn face cast in dusky blue, a slight frown that even rest could not dispel.

They had spent nine years together, nine years of adventure turned to unending warfare, of existential threats encountered, opposed, defeated. Gods fell beneath her gun, but friends had fallen along the way too, lost opposing the darkness. The Witness. For all that guardians had the capacity to defy fate, they could not deny death. Mira had been dealing death out with an efficacy that appalled even Enkidu at times. She’d been killing since nearly the moment she had been standing reborn as a guardian of the light. There had been danger of course, threats to their safety that required violence to even allow Mira to survive her first days, let alone get back to the City. Thinking back on it as she shifted around him, something clicked against his shell. He didn't have to glance down to know she was sleeping with her sword tucked between her knees. It was a practice that went back to those early days.

He wished he couldn't count the number of nights they had spent hiding from Fallen and Hive trying to escape old Russia, he could practically fill a calendar with them. Back then she would sleep only when he asked her to, and only if he was present keeping watch. He had told her he was always with her- even when she couldn't see him. It was true: he could act as her comms and see and hear through her eyes and ears. But she liked being able to hold him, or have him bump into her; those little reminders she wasn't alone. Mira was quiet, he supposed it came with what made her a good hunter, but in the beginning she had been almost hollow, machine-like. Not that she was an Exo, she just had a sort of cold flatness to her that shook him from time to time. Given her stoicism in the early days, it had taken Enkidu too long to learn that something was wrong. It had taken him too long to realize she was in pain. Enkidu knew his guardian was hurting still . She had been hurting since the day he had awoken her. It was a wound he didn't know how to fix.

Day: 5

Chapter 1: We Two Are One

The fire snapped, a shower of sparks jumping into the air and Mira tensed, pulling her rifle close, half ready to dodge roll out of the bombed out section of a parking garage she was taking shelter in and begin running again. Her gaze was sharp and haunted as she peered into the darkness through the scope of her weapon, silent and as still as possible. The moment passed into a minute, and still she was peering, watching, looking, finger on the trigger.

Enkidu piped up from his place in her hood, “You can relax- I haven’t heard any Fallen comms chatter for days now, and the hive magic readings have dwindled to nearly nothing since this morning. You can rest.”

“Yeah.” she didn’t move, eyes trained through the scope.

“Mira,” Enkidu said, as gently as he could while remaining firm, “please rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

“I know…” she sat back heavily against the rust pitted metal of a broken down old van, the gun pulled across her chest tightly as she huddled down.

“Tell me about it again,” she said, her gaze lost somewhere in the dwindling flames, “Tell me about the Last City. The… Guardians, and their Tower.”

He was happy to do it, his small synthetic voice cutting away at the silence, telling her of the hope that lay ahead. He told her of the Traveler, a silent god that died in the wake of pushing back an all consuming darkness, and whom simultaneously chose to send the ghosts out to humanity with the vestiges of it's light, to kindle that hope that persisted. He told her of the vanguard. He told her of his many years searching for her. The fire burned down and she curled into the trunk space of the van, a tighter space to sleep in. It made her feel secure he supposed.

“Did you always know it would be me?” She said around a yawn.

“Yes and no,” Enkidu returned gently, “I didn’t know you would be you. But I knew that I would resonate with you. I always knew you’d be like no one else.”

“Mm.” He thought he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I searched for you for such a long time… I was worried. I thought… I thought I wouldn’t find you.”

“Mm”

“Mira?”

“Mmhm”

“I’m with you now.”

She groped blindly behind her, fishing the small angular ghost out of her hood as she leaned against the nearly weathered away seat backs, and promptly fell asleep with him tucked to her chest.

“Mira.”

“Mmph...”

She barely felt as though she’d slept before she was jolted awake by Enkidu’s voice. “Mira, wake up! Wake up right-”

An explosion rocked the garage, sending dust and rust sheeting down on her as she scrambled to wakefulness. Enkidu dematerialized, still speaking into her mind,

“Fallen raiding party,” he said, “Probably chasing you. There's not much out here for them to scavenge.” “Probably didn't appreciate the bullet I put into Karrhis’ skull.” she said as she pulled on her helmet, and drew her hood up and gathered her rifle. “I have mapped a possible exit, can you run?”

She nodded. Fallen chatter and scuttling steps were getting closer, fast.

“They're here, Go!” She exploded from her hiding place in the van to the sound of a shrapnel launcher turning the rusted heap of a vehicle into slag. She fired blindly back towards the source of the shots. Heard a gratifying howl as she pierced shields. She sprinted up the collapsed concrete to the top level of the garage, paused to gauge direction. “West, into the trees! Watch for the skiff!” Enkindu urged

She took off, arc bolts flying by her as the Dregs made the roof. She spun, squeezed the trigger twice, two bodies fell in an explosion of ether one after the other. Still others were coming, filing behind cover to take pot shots, she could feel the impacts sizzling in her shields, draining the energy cells. The edge of the rooftop loomed; beyond it, naught but the tops of the pine forest that had overtaken this town; cover, an escape. She lept, and poured solar light into her hands, focusing her fury into the hand-cannon, into bolts of pure concentrated star fire. She illuminated the early morning in a blaze of light, blasting off shot after shot as she spun to face her attackers mid air. They burst into columns of super heated ash, igniting and burning each other away. As the assault party burned into wayward dust, her solar light faded. As she began to fall, she concentrated on landing without breaking an ankle. It would take time until she could gather her light that strongly again, and she couldn't afford to be slowed by anything, least of all-

A glint through the trees. “NO!” yelled Enkidu The bolt from the wire rifle took her through the neck moments before her feet met the ground with bone shattering force. She was dead before her head impacted the ground, yards from where her body lay. But death couldn't stop a Guardian.

Enkidu materialized, and expanded, his shell emanating the restorative light of the Traveler. “I’m with you now,” he said again, “ I'm not letting you go.”

Day 3,321

“You’ve been awfully quiet this morning,”Mira said, glancing up at Enkidu over the dust mask she wore as she repainted her new set of armor. Again. “Something on your mind?” She asked, when he didn't answer right away.

She had taken the morning to tidy her living quarters, dismantling some old weapons and armor into usable components, and had reassembled some of her usual gear into new configurations, testing efficacy, chatting with him about the potential synergies of certain applications of her abilities and the modifications she was testing in her armor. “Not much,” he started, spinning his shell playfully to disguise his low mood. She cocked an eyebrow at him, watching him carefully.

“Just thinking,” he admitted, “ that you've changed.” “Mm?” She glanced at him and sat back, pulling the mask down around her neck and skewing her legs into a tight pretzel, holding her ankles as she looked up at him with faintly glowing golden eyes, “how so?”

Enkidu floated to eye level, and bobbled up and down, separating from his shell slightly- his version of a shrug, “I'm not sure I guess. I was considering it…You're warmer?” “Warmer?” The brow raised again, but her lips quirked too. The shoulders she’d drawn in around her ears relaxed. “I don't know!”

She laughed and gently poked him, “Well tell me when you figure it out, alright?”

“Of course,” He said, floating up as she started shaking paint cans again, eyeing the white and gold chest armor she’d been working on. There it was again, he noticed, as her smile fell and the mask returned to cover her nose and mouth. The tightness around her eyes, something she couldn't shake.

“That's right!” he said. “You figured it out that fast?”

“What- no. Actually, Han and Dusty are back in town,”Enkidu continued, “Ches contacted me. They want to see you.” “No way, really?” She perked up, “It's been ages! Once I finish this we should go find them.”

“You got it, I’ll let them know we’ll see them soon.” He settled into the little nest she had made him on a shelf nearby and watched as she put up her hair, a purposeful gleam in her eyes as she began to paint again.

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“Yo!”

Most of the day had passed by the time Mira had finished reorganizing and crafting her new looks. Still, she chose her familiar red and black armor and cloak and grabbed the rifle that had scarcely left her hands since she’d pulled it from the Egregore aboard the Glykon.

The clouds above the wall had taken on an brilliant orange color, as the light of the setting sun painted them in fiery hue, and Mira sauntered up the stairs past the hanger and rounded the corner into the main plaza and transmat hub. Here, Guardians and ghosts hurried about on errands: interacting with frames, collecting packages from the postmaster or checking Eva’s stock. Rahool was lecturing a gaggle of New Lights on the intricacies of decryption, Banshee was fiddling with Telesto, again. Mira slid past it all like a shadow accented in crimson, head swiveling, until a familiar tinny voice pulled her gaze and she hustled through the crowd toward it. She burst from the throng and lept, laughing, into the arms of a massive Exo clad in highly worn green and orange armor. “Dusty! Holy shit man, I thought you beefed it a long time ago!” She said “I could say the same for you, bird brain,” he laughed, setting her down and tugging at the beak of her helmet’s faceplate, “Still sporting this old thing?”

“ You're the one who said ‘If it ain't broke…,’” her grin was audible through the mask.

A hand clapped her shoulder, and she turned to see the horned helm of Dullahan-12 looming over her, with Chester floating along behind the huge Titan. “Yo!” she said. “Yo,” he said before folding her into a tight hug.

“My… ribs” She gasped in jest but she wrapped her arms round him too and lifted him nearly off his feet.

“It's good to see you, Mira, Kidu,” Dullahan said as she set him down

“You too Han, and I see you back there Ches, You keeping these guys out of trouble?” Mira said, peering past Han’s pauldrons.

“Unsuccessfully, but I soldier on.” came the prim voice of Dullahan’s ghost.

“Keep at it, they may even listen one day.” She laughed, and returned to the two titans, “Well fuck guys, it's been a minute.” “It certainly has,” said Dusty, “Drinks? Rumor out in the wilds is Drifter set up a bar on the HELM?” “You aint seen it? Either of you?”

They shook their heads.

“Been a long time since we were back this way,” Dullahan said. “Then let's go, I’ll cover first round.” She said grabbing

“Aw you're not gonna treat us all night?” Dusty pouted. “I know how much you two can drink, absolutely not.” Mira said, bumping him with her shoulder, or rather bouncing off of his. “We can take my ship.” Han said

“Or mine!” said Dusty

“Dusty, If I never climb into that rust bucket you claim to be a ship again, it will still be too soon.” Han said, “we can take my ship.” “Don't insult the Interceptor like that! I've solved the fuel line problem mostly! It wont blow up again!... Probably.” he said defensively

Mira wheezed, “it’s really been too long.” Soon enough they were racing above the skyline in Dullahan's ship, taking in the view of the Last City as they ascended to orbit and shortly thereafter docked with the HELM. They soon found themselves around one end of the bar set up, chatting in the blue light of the aquarium dominating the chamber as Mira pointed out which fish she had caught to add to the collection. There was a gentle buzz of commotion here, Guardians, Awoken, Eliksni and Cabal all stationed on the HELM used this place to unwind, or access the portal to Titan — Though with Ahsa safe and in an extended recovery period, there had been little reason to dive into the methane seas other than for patrols or to study Oryx’s corpse.

“Sounds like a lot has been going on,” Dullahan said, adjusting the umbrella in his glass before sipping through the straw.

“It has been, it just doesn't stop. There's always some new fuckhead that's lived for eons beyond eons I need to put a bullet into! And they’re chipping away at us. I don't know. Things came… too close on Neomuna.” She scrubbed the back of her head and tipped her drink into her mouth. Letting the ice clink against her teeth as she drained a gin and tonic, she emancipated a small chip of ice to chew between her molars contemplatively, before sighing and returning her glass to the coaster on the bar, making sure she placed it precisely back on the ring of condensation left there already.

“ It feels like I used to have a better grasp of who our enemies were.” She continued.

“Alien. Monstrous. Not… people. Not like us. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we’ve found commonality with them, we need allies and it's important to know some enemies can become friends,” Dusty said, gaze drifting to where a small gaggle of Eliksni had dragged Crow through the door and were encouraging him to sit and relax for a moment - a nigh impossible task, “Some of them are even good friends! But I can't deny it makes the battle lines a whole lot messier.”

“Yeah. I mean, remember the days of delving into the Hellmouth? The Pit? I mean it was scary as shit then but it was exciting? And looking back at it, those days of exploring, of seeking new weapons and armor, even heading back to Europa to find where you both came from - that was the first time I really took joy in being a Guardian- and we were disobeying the Vanguard’s directives! I don't know… everything feels different now and the same all at once. And Im-” She caught herself.

“You’re…?”Han prompted

She shook her head, and turned to wave down the Frame tending the bar for a refill. Dusty raised a metallic brow at Han, who shrugged.

“It feels like we’re coming to the end…” She said quietly, more to her glass than either of her companions, “and I'm not sure if we’ll survive what the Witness has planned- but if we do… I’m not sure what I’ll be afterwards. On Neomuna I, well…” The words dried up.

The two of them hadn't talked about it; she didn't know if he knew, or if he would forgive her.

Sacrifice. Sacrifice was part of being a Guardian. Sacrifice meant accepting pain and loss so others did not have to. She had always been okay with that, until the sacrifice was no longer hers to make. She could have stopped the Witness from reaching the Veil, stopped it from breaching the Traveler, albeit temporarily. She would have slowed it down, held it back. Given the Coalition more time to mount a defense. And all she had had to do was kill Enkidu as the Witness piloted him towards the Veil.

The rifle had been in her hands before she knew it, her ghost in her sights. It would be simple to squeeze the trigger. So simple to end the life of her closest friend, her other half, her grace, her soul. The Witness dragged Enkidu higher and higher into the Veil, connected to the Traveler, and she- she couldn't shoot, couldn't speak, couldn't call him back to her.

It was Nimbus who dragged her ghost away, with the same dramatic flair they brought to life. And when he bobbed back into the air, safe and himself, Enkidu looked to her and the gun in her hands burned like sin. She’d looked away, unable to face him, and made the call to Zavala. They’d lost.

Mira didn't know what to say to her ghost. She’d felt him there, watching her quietly for weeks now. She knew he was hurting. She knew it was her fault. She had created a rift between them, and it was something she didn't know how to fix.

#destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny oc #destiny guardians #oc #my writing #fanfic #Restrospective #awhellstothejoe #joe writes #scifi #messing with canon #destiny fanfiction #destiny 2 fanfiction #d2 #d2 fanfic

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mightbeorphanedidk · 19 days

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Backstory rn i want details fandoms and all

HOOOOOO BOY

Alright sit yourselves down kids

IT STARTED IN 2020.

Dsmp phase, my first fic was a rewrite of the plot of the dsmp (self-insert ofc) with my own spin on things. I wrote it because quarantine and I didn't have much else to do, so I pulled up docs on my crappy windows 2010 model (it was so bad that upon starting it up, it would start overheating. Opening more than three tabs at a time caused it to crash) and began writing. Learned I loved to write, so I kept going with it.

2021 I had my hazbin hotel phase. Wrote a fucking like 400 page fanfic that was... (IM ASHAMED.) CHARLASTOR... I would say it wasnt them directly but it was, Alastor never stopped smiling and loved his mama, and "Charlotte" had her parents abandon her. The story was so shit. I tried to see if I could rewrite it, maybe change it a lot, but nope. So much shit happened that was so unnecessary I couldn't save it. I think the story was just me trying out different troupes and prompts.

HOWEVER, i did write shorter fanfics of the two (yeah i wrote a fanfic of my own fanfic fuck off okay leave me alone) that were somewhat OKAY. Like, they werent the best, but theh sure as hell had better structure than the first fic.

2022 i had a... actually what DID i have.. OH FJCK RIGHT

ENCANTO. THAT SHIT WAS SOOO BAD... I actually preordered a Bruno funko pop so thats cool. NOT RELEVANT. I MADE THIS BOMBASS STORY ABT THE CANDLE BEING EVIL AND IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD DUDE. LIKE SO GOOD. I LOVED IT.

And then i lost it. It’s gone. Actually i might be able to find it give me a moment.. found it. 200 PAGES OF DIFFERENT FICS I WROTE. There are 6 different stories in here. Christ these were actually kinda good

In late 2022 and all of 2023 i got into detroit become human. Uhh let me think.. OVER 1000 FUCKING PAGES OF THESE ROBOTS. 1000 pages, like 90 different fics, but only 23 were released. May release more. THESE WERE ACTUALLY GOOD. I LIKED A GOOD MAJORITY OF THEM.

And that brings us to 2024. What started as "hey dr facilier reminds me of Alastor ill write a fic" turned into a revisitation of my 2021 phase. Get me the fuck out of here.

Now, you may be asking "bruh didn't you write ur own stories tf" I DID! titles were never my strong suit but ill list the ones I wrote anyways

Edit: realised listing the titles was a risk cus i shared them w my irl friend LMAOO

1. Dark Romance, WIP

2. Action and sci-fi, completed, 500 pages

3. Slice of Life, never completed, 60 pages

4. Musical Story Attempt: 40 pages, never complete

5. Action, Dark romance, never completed, 120 pages

Ones I DIDN'T SHARE with her:

Identical Opposites (again, titles were not my thing lol): Romance, never completed, 300 pages

Thats it lol. Yeah every villian had their backstory DSMP was mine LMAOOO i blame you quarantine

Eh, but honestly, if I didn't get into writing, idk where tf i would be. Probably dead 💀

#hazbin hotel #ao3 stuff #hazbin alastor #archive of our own #fanfiction #hazbin vox #one sided radiostatic #rant #chapter updates #alastor

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rere9500-18 · 9 months

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This fanfic (‘Brothers By Blood’), but I’ve thought about how to really make it canon. (Or at least in my head anyways.) With a few tweaks to the actual fanfiction.

Art by me. Fanfic by ‘@MultiFangirl7148’

Family tree:

Wu has a wife in this. Her name is Carolin. The four main ninja (Zane, Cole, Kai, and Jay) are the sons of these two, with Zane being the oldest, Cole and Kai being twins (I headcanon Cole to be the older by 8 minutes), and Jay as the youngest of the four.

Ray, originally just a friend of Carolin’s in the fic, was changed to being her younger brother in my head, making him the uncle of the four main ninja, while also making his daughter, Nya, the cousin of the Ninja. (From their mother’s side.)

Garmadon is Wu’s brother, making Lloyd the cousin of the Ninja as well. (From their father’s side.) Which makes Garmadon the Ninjas’ uncle.

It is only those 6 children-wise (No Crystal or Owen) in my headcanon.

You’ll have to read the fic to the end (SPOILERS)

but when you do, Carolin uses a spell that actually, let’s say, “resets” Ninjago in order to save her children’s lives. Unfortunately, it cost her her own life, killing her. A life to save a life. (From now on, it’s just me adding on with my headcanons since the fic ends with Carolin sacrificing herself.)

Carolin, from then on, is only really remembered by Wu and a select few in this ‘reset-ed’ reality. (Somehow, Carolin was able to maneuver that to be.) (Unfortunately, the select few would become a lot of people to everyone as a spell can never really be that full-proof. Plus, she reset everything in Ninjago with the spell. Something had to give.)

From then on, Wu would set out to find his sons in the world Carolin reset to save their family.

The memories would only be restored by this family as they grew. Wu just needed to find them and figure out just how exactly to restore them.

He would find his eldest son turned into a robot, (mostly) by Dr Julien. Once an old friend to Wu and Carolin, he tried his best to do well by them and their family, but sometimes we all think differently when we think of ‘the best’ for others. He wanted to protect Zane from emotional hurt, so he took apart most of his humanity and sliced it in half. Something the soon-to-be-other Ninja would despise him for. He would always claim to have the best in mind for Zane though. And maybe he did. But the Ninja would soon realize they could never truly forgive him for that. (While he looks like a robot, there still is humanity left in Zane no one can take away. Although turned half-robot half-human, the soon-to-remember Ninja would love him.)

Wu would then find his second-eldest soon in the care of Lilly. Lilly, former elemental master of earth, originally a dear friend to Carolin in the fic, was changed to being her baby sister in my headcanon. She gave her powers to Cole, due to this thing I made up being an elemental master can give their power to a potential future elemental master when they’re (the former elemental master) is old enough and mentally ready to pass said powers on. Both Lilly and Ray have done this for Cole and Kai.

Both her and Ray are special cases actually. While her spell was completing itself, Carolin somehow managed to step into space and time and communicate with her baby siblings. She asked them to take care of her babies as she had to separate the twins in their care.

She gifted Cole to the youngest sister (making Lilly Cole and Kai’s aunt) and gifted Kai to the middle sibling (making Ray Kai and Cole’s uncle). They both promised to look after her boys, wanting to do right by their older sister.

Carolin left Kai with Ray, Maya, and Nya because she knew he was going to be a good brother to Nya. She’s seen it with her own eyes. As they grew older and inevitably learned the truth of their now two childhoods combined, they’d learned that they were never siblings, but cousins. Fortunately for all of them, the ninja would learn that Nya and Lloyd are still family and would ultimately call/treat them like siblings anyway. Because that’s exactly what they did when Carolin was here. (Once they remember, of course.)

And last, but not least, Jay would ultimately be left at a scrap yard, much to Carolin’s lasting disappointment. She had gifted Jay to a close friend of hers, the former Lightning elemental. But due to some reason (maybe she couldn’t handle the stress of it all?? Maybe something deeper was going on?), she left Jay and possibly Carolin and her family behind for someone else to get involved with: Ed and Edna Walker. While they were not asked to, they saw little Jay on their doorstep and immediately took him in, and for that, Carolin will always bless them from whatever space heaven there is.

I’m not too sure on Lloyd rn. I just know he’s found later too.

On the concept of ‘Found family’, I’d like to think in this universe, it’s Carolin and her dedication to protect her family, even at the point of RESETTING THE ENTIRETY OF NINJAGO that sort of paved the path for the soon-to-be-ninja, as they walked their own ways to find each other and their memories.

Once they get their memories back, Carolin will come up in conversations; memories of when they were all in a previous un-reseted Ninjago. The times where they would be doing the next craziest thing or simply telling Christmas stories in the comfort of their home. Memories they’re gonna have to carry alone in this new Ninjago… together.

(Well, they’re not alone. Ninjago has this trend where something that’s claimed to only be known by only a few actually is known/gets to be known by almost everybody, so Ima stick with that trend because it’s actually kinda funny 😂

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silverchronicler · 1 year

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It's unfortunate that I have a hard time writing fanfic (I'm very character driven and I have a hard time writing Other Peoples' Characters), because I think a lot about how much I want to like figure out how I think tenno culture works/should work. They're all just like, teenagers of different ages who have been thrust into this world slowly remembering years of warrior training and all trying to come into themselves in a new era and it's so fascinating to think about to me.

And to think about like, how there might be different ways that individuals experience some quests- not everyone can kill the worm queen, so what are some other ways that they might awaken their tenno powers? Who causes trouble and who acts mature for their age, and what kind of friction exists there? How much do the npcs know about the metallic warriors and how do they react when they find out there's kids inside when one of them acts like a kid? What does being an adult mean in this new society where you're so disconnected from the same kind of responsibility that others have? How do the Tenno relate to each other? What do they do in their free time?

Sometimes I swear I just want to steal npc quotes from the wikis and just write slice of life stories about a group of unwieldy children in their magic robot ninja suits and pondering how the quests would go with a squad instead of solo. I love thinking about sci fi and fantasy world building and the origin system has so many unanswered questions I want to play with.

#warframe #tenno #operator #just. thinking about. Them #thinking about kids in suits petting their dogs and sending each other messages and learning to deal with their own mortality #and troubled histories #I just make characters that's what I do #so I just start making characters and then whups I have a whole squad of them

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vullcanica · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 - 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

slowburn or love at first sight (there's NOTHING better than months of plotting and rp coming to a head. you and a partner losing your shit like you didn't personally write the bastards making a first move. good stuff.)

fake dating or secret dating (both but something something realism. queer ships especially)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (enemies to best friends to also lovers. looking at you caro...)

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence (alt rp like letters or texts has had me in a chokehold in the past. only one bed is a very basic forced interaction trope)

hurt/comfort or amnesia (the amount of dynamics i have based on this..)

fantasy au or modern au (i like AUs, sue me)

mutual pining or domestic bliss (one followed by the other)

smut or fluff (not that interested in writing smut (with a few exceptions) ngl to you, tenderness is where it's at)

canon-compliant or fix-it (i write mostly oc's 🤷)

reincarnation or character death (obv, with the amount of muses i have who are connected to undeath somehow. character deaths are too final and man, writing them as a fitting end to a narrative and a character is TOUGH. it's also contrary to popular belief, by and large, not the worst thing you could do to a muse. so as a tool for tragedy it's mid sometimes.)

kid fic or road trip fic (?? ...it's a fanfic tropes meme i'm filling out for roleplay. idk.)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage (purely because the former implies political dynamics which are always fun to explore)

college romance or middle-aged romance (god, let people be in love in their 50s. i don't just mean middle aged couples married for a few years, i mean older adults finding love. it's always such a hard hitter)

time travel or isolated together (the SUPERIOR version of only one bed, but make it forced co-existing. better yet? forced co-existing for the sake of survival)

neighbors or roommates (again. co-existence. more chances for shenanigans)

sci-fi au or magic au (i love robots/androids/cyborgs too much not to have a bias but lbr, most of my stuff on here is some flavour of fantasy because it's way easier for me. wish i wrote better sci-fi but alas.)

angst or crack (pure unadulterated pain is the main tenet i operate based on. trite bullshit is good too though)

apocalyptic or mundane (slice of life just be cute as hell sometimes)

Tagged by: @vhgr like a looong time ago, hii

Tagging: you !! steal it

#(dash games.)#me realizing i am simply indecisive...

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kassymalone · 1 month

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Your plots and characters are so engaging, how do you do it? Where there any books or book series that may have helped shape your style of writing, or did you just keep writing fanfics until your writing kept improving and you developed your own style?

Hello, quiet one! Thanks for the compliment, and the question!

I wouldn't say there's one particular book or series that inspired me. Last time I moved house, over 20 of the boxes were just my books! Not even kidding... I've got horror, I've got romance, I've got sci-fi, dragons, LGBT+, bildungsroman, thrillers, manga, high fantasy, reference books... it's a lot. Variety is the spice of life!

I think understanding why you do or don't like what you're reading is very important to engagement. The last book I remember absolutely hating was something I thought I would enjoy (haunted castle in Japan? Yes please!), but the writing was so verbose and the characters so flat, their actions made no sense in reality and there was a subplot about suicidal depression that seemed to disappear after the first chapter...? It was frustrating to finish, and I've always thought that a bad example can be an excellent teacher.

I was always called a daydreamer as a kid, not paying attention and 'away with the fairies' (which was completely true), but I was always thinking of stories. Even to this day, on the bus to and from work I'm thinking of the next chapters, playing it out twelve different ways before picking the one I like the most to actually write down. The second I don't need to be paying attention to the real world, I'm off with my characters seeing what would happen if things went this way this time...

God, this sounds pretentious. Sorry.

As for characters... what makes a character engaging is very difficult and highly subjective. My personal rule is 'it has to make sense'. For example, using Sun and Moon in the fic I'm currently writing, if I randomly put in that they enjoyed making bread, that would make no sense. They're robots, they can't eat, they hate mess, they don't like any humans enough to make the effort anyway, Sun doesn't have the patience for baking and Moon would just point out that there's sliced bread in the kitchen l already. Could there be another story where them baking bread does make sense? Sure, but the way I've written this one!

And finally, you've kind of hit the nail on the head - I have A LOT of experience in this. The first story I finished writing was 80 pages long, and I was very proud of it, but I was 11 so it was probably pretty bad XD I seem to recall there was a dragon involved? I've been writing ever since, both fanficiton and original stuff. I put it aside for a few years in my early twenties during those horrible years I was trying to be 'normal' (because none of the adults I knew at the time had any hobbies, so I thought it was something I had to grow out of, but that's another story...), and the second I picked it up again my mental health improved so much, I can't even tell you.

While my life-long dream of actually being published may never come true (turns out it's really fucking hard, who knew?), just being able to write makes me incredibly happy. I think wanting to do something really shines through in the end result, and if you're really engaged with what you're writing then the reader will be able to tell.

Plus, y'know... practice, practice, practice.

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moonkssd · 6 months

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Great news I'm asking a character question. If Yuri had a preference for fanfiction what would it be?

IF. Cas, you're looking at the woman who would rush out to get the latest light novel in the hopes Hwan-Kim will finally get together with Jin-Ah, after reincarnating into another world where secret agent robots are a thing beside magic and royals who are mages exist and -- yeah you get it, this woman tends towards some of the trashiest shit and does not apologize.

She likes slash and reverse harem fanfiction. Her mother is beside herself whenever she discovers manga like that, so Yuri just went to the internet with the express want to read such stories with some privacy. Her mother can't clutch her pearls and faint from a case of the vapors, if Yuri doesn't have an overflowing collection of such stories.

Although, she does have a hidden stash in a secret base she made as a child that she's sure only Matsuba knows about. Probably.

But anyways, she'll read just about anything, but her mainstays are fanfics about Proteam Omega Remake slash, with a background theme of time travel! She loves time travel fanfics, where the protagonist gets a chance to redo everything, or try to rectify everything. While it's fun to see them succeed exactly as they want, but it's also great when a story has everything go ABSOLUTELY WRONG, yet somehow also still go right (after a shit ton of suffering, because yes, let the protag suffer).

Anyways, I have to explain myself a bit, because er Proteam is mainly Pokemon and the remake has them as humans with traits similar to the Pokemon they are based on. She loves Pikachu the best! Rowdy big boy. Deserves noodles and all the cute boyfriends.

Occasionally, she'll go into the foray of real person fic, but not for anything raunchy, but often does come across them to see how funny they are. Fanfic writers are wild and she laughs about all the EusinexMatsuba fanfic she's read.

She has a small collection of adorable doujinshi, too. Nothing raunchy again, because these are people she actually knows. Usually cute slice of life stuff she shows her friends, especially if they're couples or about to be couples. Just so she an embarrass them a bit and say 'Wouldn't you guys be cute doing this together?'

#blastburned #cas what have you done #I have revealed the graceful yuri as a fuckin' otaku #XDDDDDDD

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ladytauria · 5 months

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2, 3, 5, 6 (and will you read it in the upcoming year), 10 ,14, 18, 20, 24 y 25!

thank you for asking!!! i had to grab books from last year bc this year was a bad reading year for me, but the questions were/are fun!

2. Did you reread anything? What?

i reread the last unicorn yesterday!!! bc i was feeling nostalgic. i made. a BUNCH more highlights in my kindle. (altho i read my physical copy lol.) there's just... so much good stuff in there, aah.

(oh ik u sent me an ask about this, idk if you saw it--ik tumblr is goofy--but its here! also, minor clarification: it doesn't have a *sequel* but there's a pair of novellas, released as one book, that are set in the same world!)

3. What were your top five books of the year?

i. didn't read very much this year at all. (er, published books! i did read a ton of fanfic). the beginning of this year was exTREMELY stressful, and in the latter half, all the books i started just. failed to grab me :/

that said!! i met my reading goal last year, so i will just include those!!

One of the books I did read this year was The Cybernetic Tea Shop by Meredith Katz, a v cute novella about a mechanic & an android. It's set a few centuries in the future, where robotics have advanced significantly. Intelligent AI were banned a long time ago, but those few whose bodies have not eroded / code hasn't corrupted are allowed to remain. The android in the fic runs a Tea Shop, which she inherited from her long-deceased lover <3 (The book is also sappic! I would love to read more of Katz's work.

Also, like I said, I reread The Last Unicorn, which I think would be on a top 5 in general for me, if I were ever to attempt to narrow that down xD. The prose in this book is beautiful; there are so many lovely lines. And the themes in the book--the play of mortality vs immortality, the structure of fairy tales & how the ppl in this setting are v much bound by them--are present from the very beginning, which was a fun thing to pick up on during my reread xD

All Systems Red by Martha Wells! I read a lot of sci-fi last year for some reason? Anyway, I adored this. Murderbot is a fascinating pov character & I love the choices Wells makes with it. My only gripe is that I could not immediately go out and buy the rest of the series.

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger!!! this was. so cute. It's YA, I think? Yes, okay, Storygraph confirms this. The writing is lovely, and I adore the main character and the story! One thing you see a lot of--or, actually, I guess I should say I see a lot of--in YA is like. The rebellion against authority figures? Parents are often antagonists, and I understand why this is, but it was very refreshing that in this book Elatsoe's parental/adult figures were so present & involved & like. There was this mutual respect between them that I adored. Also, she can talk to ghosts? And solves her cousin's murder by doing so! And she has a ghost dog. What's not to love?? (Oh, and she's ace, which I think I remember her mentioning explicitly! Also, the way Native culture is threaded through the book is just. Lovely.)

Am. Am I already at 5. How did. How did I get to 5 already 🥺 *kicks foot* Okay. I. Would not be me. If I didn't mention Nona the Ninth. The only reason I didn't rec the Locked Tomb series to you is bc you mentioned not wanting sci-fi, and while there are a lot of fantasy elements, it is. Very sci-fi. Anyway. I admit that I was not enthused about going into this book. Nona was originally going to be a novella, released between Harrow & Alecto, and when I heard it was getting full novel status I was. Kind of not happy. But oh my god. It was so good. The first half, or maybe even 2/3rds, of the book is very slice-of-life, with Nona going to school & planning her birthday party (despite being only 6mo old). You can tell there is more Plot happening, but Nona is v much oblivious and also being kept out of it. And then the last half/3rd is Plot-Plot-Plot. And my god. That ENDING. Alecto can't get here soon enough, I'm. I need it. I need it. OH. Okay, no, I was right when I said half bc this book is the first split POV, in that every other chapter / every couple chapters is narrated by Jod. (The God Emperor, John Gaius) while he tells his story. It was fascinating, I thought I would hate those chapters, but he is. Such a compelling antagonist, omg. Also there were more memes uwu. First book I ever annotated along with as I was reading, too!! I---

Stopping. Cutting myself off. Sorry; these books make me gush.

5. What genre did you read the most of?

Normally the answer to this is fantasy, but! I think Sci-Fi won out <3

6. Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to?

Yes! Both last year and this year I meant to read some of my spooky-ish books for October and did not. Specifically! I meant to read:

Carmilla & Laura by S.D. Simper -> I have so many of Simper's books on my kindle, but this one is a standalone, which I've been prioritizing so I don't go buy more books w/o reading the ones I have. This is a re-telling, which I was going to read with / around the copy of the original that I have.

Plain Bad Heroines - Emily M. Danforth -> I believe this is told in a dual timeline? After three people are killed at a girls' boarding school, it closes its doors. Over a century later, a bestselling book is written about the girls and inspires a horror-film adaptation, filmed on-site. And I'm just going to use the last line of the goodreads blurb, bc it makes me want to read it now: But as Brookhants opens its gates once again, and our three modern heroines arrive on set to begin filming, past and present become grimly entangled—or perhaps just grimly exploited—and soon it’s impossible to tell where the curse leaves off and Hollywood begins.

My Dearest Darkest by Kayla Cottingham -> One of the books I did start. I'm 9% in. It's a YA novel, also set at a boarding school. A group of girls accidentally summon an eldritch horror who promises to grant their every desire... for a price, which becomes steeper and steeper as time goes on.

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl -> Also YA! I got this one recently. A vampire turned by her boyfriend ends up falling for his latest victim, while plotting with his other exes to kill him.

There are a lot more I'm carrying into next year, but I am most disappointed in not getting to those!

Oh, and the Priory of the Orange Tree. (I'm. 20% through. This one is a Beast!!)

10. What was your favorite new release of the year?

I don't buy a lot of new releases for cost reasons---these days most of my books are purchased through ThriftBooks or eBook sales (I am subbed to a few sites which notify you of deals; my favorite of which is BookBub). However! I had Nona pre-ordered <3 So. Nona.

14. What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

any of them.

going into the new year with only 2 books read last/this year makes me very sad 🥺

18. How many books did you buy?

i plead the fifth

also i have no clue

20. What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

gotta go with Nona. i was a weird mix of both unenthused (bc this was supposed to be kind of a side novella) and enthused (bc i love this series and i wish i could do what Tamsyn Muir does) but it not only met but surpassed my expectations. Nona was... Nona's identity was a core mystery of the book; she was, more or less, a brand new character who never showed up in the previous two books, so i was. skeptical of going in, let alone to her pov.

but.

it was so good.

i. already gushed about it. i'm not. i'm not going to do it again.

24. Did you DNF anything? Why?

think i might be DNFing The Bookshop & the Barbarian. love the premise but i've noticed. a few issues in the text.

one i have def for sure DNF'd is Alma Katsu's The Deep. her books are horror + historical fiction. i finished The Hunger (which follows the Donner Party) but it was. very much a slog. i didn't like most of the characters, the horror was there but the reveal was lackluster to me. it got 3 stars tho bc it was very much a "this book isn't bad, just not for me" type of read? (there was an aspect i did like / even found kind of funny, but i--- hm. ig if you go in not knowing like, the names of the party members it would be a spoiler to say it, but otherwise i guess its... not a spoiler? idk??? i dunno, there was a subversion that i loved, but also i'm not super familiar with the specificities of the Donner Party so it may not have even been a subversion, if her telling was that accurate? i realize this is vague. apologies.)

The Deep is supposed to be abt the Titanic which. i love the Titanic, and i love ocean horror (it's a close second to arctic horror for me, and one day i want to find a book that scratches the same itch as The White Vault podcast does). but i realized early on that it wasn't a match for me, and i wish i had DNF'd The Hunger as well.

25. What reading goals do you have for next year?

my reading goals are the same every year---26 books. that's a book every other week! originally i used to set it to 52 but i've had too many bad reading years.

my secondary reading goal is to cut my TBR (of books i own) in half. i don't. i don't want to admit how many that is bc. just looking at the number on my kindle makes me feel bad.

#asks and answers #felinemotif #livvyreads #ask gaming

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maroonghost · 6 months

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How I Got Wholeheartedly Vindicated by the Five Nights at Freddy's Movie.

First of all, 10/10. Well, maybe an 8/10, with my teenage biases skewing my opinion and all. If you've got the money, go get a ticket or subscribe to Peacock (a sentence I'd never say in any other context) and enjoy it for yourselves. At least, before you get spoiled down below.

So, that scene where the OGs are building a fort, right? Lemme tell you, I paused the movie, stood up, and paced around the room for a few minutes seeing the animatronics act so innocently. So whimsical, and childlike, and carefree. Just watching Michael, Vanessa, and Abby get to have some fun was a nice change of pace.

I was so taken aback, because the first thing I thought was "Oh my god, the villains of this horror flick are building a furniture fort with their victims in complete unironic earnestness."

And the second thing I thought was "Oh my god, this is exactly how I wrote them in my archaic fanfiction."

Yep, years ago, I wrote FNAF fanfiction. Shocker. But it was a unique kind of fanfiction for the IP; it was a slice of life fanfic, with chapters dedicated to individual animatronics as they hung out in UCN. And, save a few Sister Location animatronics, they're not big, scary, edgy monsters; they're plain old kids with kickass robot bodies. They eat junk food. They play arcade games. They get into petty drama. Honestly, I'm envious I capped off the series before I thought of building a furniture fort.

And for that one scene, where everyone's just having fun, unwinding, and in Michael's case coping with the fact that ghosts are real, it just felt so much like the stuff I used to make. And I can't help but pat myself on the back for going with the angle I did when I started writing.

Man. Those were the days.

#it's called your eternity on ao3 for anyone who wants to check it out #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fanfic #the first chapter is a bit serious but it gets more whimsical as it goes I promise

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lesbiantvfish · 9 months

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oooh what abt gibtauri! Maybe one is helping the other relax after a stressful day : ]

👍 YEA I can do this I think

Ok I don’t think this turned out well. My weakest point at writing I think is still dialog/general read on characters. Seriously, rereading this and face in my palm. I am so fail it hurts. But thank you for letting me practice!

Anyway. A fic in which Antauri’s worst fear comes back. His metal body choosing violence, and violence choosing Gibson ❤️ the idea I had was cooler. Maybe one day I will rewrite this one specifically.

(this is my first ever public fanfic featuring my anthro monkeys au. Yay!)

(Some notes on their designs before the fic:

Antuari’s dreadlocks are made by his ghost mode ability.

Originally made them to help alert the team that this silver monkey was in fact him.

This Gibson is gender-fluid, and presenting himself male rn. Since I can’t take hrt I made all my ccs have immediately power to switch their gender presentation. Boob mode and boobless mode, essentially for Gibson.)

Multiple ships invaded Shuggazoom city, the hyperforce were forced to find a means to stop them instead of out right destroying them, as they were full of kidnapped Shuggazoomians.

After returning the citizens, Antauri could sense that more ships coming in that hadn’t had anyone in them this time, and the scanner on the robot confirmed his senses. So, those ones they easily shot down. They noted after the captives were able to all be accounted for, that there were no more in coming ships.

Slow, Inorganic movement was noted in multiple of the vessels, Otto estimated that these must be robots that withstood enough damage to function, although the scanner indicated that they were all definitely damaged to a great extent.

Chiro commanded to take the machines and investigate them in a controlled environment, with the rest of the information they could gather.

Antauri phased into one ship, and opened it from the inside to let Gibson in. “So the doors are functional. I’ll bet we can repurpose these parts for more helpful use.” Gibson noted into the communicator.

Chiro reported back. “Just make sure whatever we bring back can’t kill us, alright?”

Otto chuckled into the communicator. “That’s fair. I just wish we could always have time to get free materials like this! Once you know it’s harmless, bring me everything that looks cool.”

Antauri smiled at that, and assured him. “Noted.”

The ship was large, lots of open room behind them, now. In front of him, Antauri saw Gibson plugging a device into the ships computer system.

Suddenly, Antauri felt a quick stab of pain at the back of his head, and loudly fell onto the cold metal ground of the ship, alerting Gibson, who left the device behind to pick up Antauri.

“Antauri’s been struck! I-I don’t exactly know from what yet-“

The others on the communicator all responded promptly, letting Gibson know they are on their way to help.

When lifting him up, Gibson saw the screen on Antauri’s face fizzle, and turn black. Next, the artificial hair on his head phased away. It reminded Gibson of what happened to Antauri during Mandarin’s invasion of the super robot, although he himself was one of the less lucid to see Antauri turn, something in his subconscious knew this was familiar.

Braking his thoughts, Antauri’s arms came back to life. His ghost claws quickly slashed Gibson in his rib cage, slamming him into the ships wall. Dazed, Gibson prepares to defend himself. He couldn’t use tranquilizers on his metal partner, but he did equip himself with a device that could immobilize Antauri, he just needed it to to inject it into Antauri’s head port, but that was easier said than done.

Gibson brought his activated drills into a defensive position, to ward attacks and prevent hurting Antauri.

The whirring noise being the only sound as Antauri’s strange movements started making distance between them. Then, the spider legs that came out of the silver monkeys back returned, slicing the back of Antauri’s tunic.

The sight came as quite a scare to Gibson, and the turned Antauri took that as initiative to strike again, using his tail to pull Gibson forward and over from his feet. He then leapt and crawled along the ships ceiling. Gibson noting that he must be trying to avoid his drills. His plan was to slowly whittle Gibson down. He realized that, and made a fake opening. The turned Antauri fell for it, and Gibson angled himself to plug his device into his head port. As he did so, he saw his device stabbed through something attached to Antauri, who went limp again.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Gibson took a good look at the thing he stabbed. It was a small robot, it must have been manufactured to manipulate other robots. He quickly stored it into a sealed container, then, hesitantly, rolled Antauri back over. Stepping away at first.

“Antauri, can you hear me? I’m going to try to restart your system, if it’s still down. So.. please hold still, this time..”

Antauri’s screen and hair came back before Gibson had the chance to come closer, his expression clearly panicking.

“Gibson, throw the container, away from us!” Gibson startled, but decides this is his Antauri real self again, and follows the advice. He tossed the container toward the open space of the ship, closer to where they came in, away from the computer system, after throwing it, Antauri held himself over Gibson as it blew up. Shielding him from much of the debris.

“Antauri! That- please let me see if you’re okay, let go of me.” And he did, looking frantic still himself.

The back of Antauri’s body had a metal protrusion stabbing into him. That would take a med bay trip to remove, he regretfully noted.

“Gibson, my sight went blank, was I the one who hurt you..? Your side is bleeding.”

“Oh, I’ll live, you are clearly more hurt yourself.. Why didn’t you consider how dangerous it would be to shield me with only yourself like that?”

Gibson feeling anger rise at the buried trauma once again of Antauri’s sacrifice. Each of the team members already gave Antauri an earful. And yet, here he is once again, too selfless for his own good, and for Gibson’s idea of too much as well, if he is being completely honest.

“I can’t stand when you- how many times are you going to.. Antauri, you aren’t expendable!” Antauri’s expression beginning to show regret for hurting himself. Gibson felt his anger die back down.

Gibson stammered, ashamed of raising his voice at an injured man. “I.. oh my god, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell. Please, don’t take that seriously, I know that you, uh, you know your value yourself.. And didn’t know what else to do, that only you’d survive something like.. this..”

“Yes. Of course, just treat your injury first, Gibson. We can look at this event as a way to improve ourselves.”

Always keeping them aware of their flaws, and amending them accordingly. Even when Gibson lets his emotions out, Antauri’s dignity keeps them both stable again.

Gibson still unsatisfied, asked. “But.. you do mean you’ll look into proper methods of protecting others, right? Seriously, we can make you an energy shield if you’re so fixated on blocking attacks.”

“I understand. And I suppose I can try a mechanism like that suggestion, if you insist.” Antauri was pulled closer to Gibson. He held onto him, and Antauri feeling the fear he put into him. They were both overwhelmed, and scared for the other. Antauri on edge after losing control, and Gibson at the reminder of Antauri’s previous death.

They heard Nova and Otto arrive first. Both taking one of them carefully back to the super robot. Antauri and Gibson feeling they had a lot to talk to the other about after this. But now seeing as their current enemy has plans to destroy their own tracks, they’ll need to balance it with pinning the perpetrator down.

#srmthfg #my read on Antauri feels weak. I need Antauris strongest warriors to point me to the ideal Antauri #fics that remind me I am a picture maker not a story teller. letsg me cook #gil answering post #gil writings tag

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just-some-trans-nobody · 24 days

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December Christmas Monster Stories

Dec 21.) Robots first Christmas (platonic)

Some short fluff about the robot living with you experiencing christmas for the first time.

Minors don't interact.

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They looked at the snow in utter confusion the first time it had snowed. It was a foreign concept to them.

Water freezing and falling to the earth? It was a little scary to them when you first explained it to them. Probably should wait on telling them about hail…

If their eyes could twinkle they would as they watched the trees get covered in sparkling snow. They want to go out and experience the snow but their not waterproof, they would get hurt.

They sit on the couch with crossed arms obviously sulking about not being able to go outside.

This changes when you start explaining Christmas and how it usually is celebrated inside. Staying inside doesn't seem as bad now in their wired brain.

They'll want to do absolutely anything Christmas themed inside. Making cards though they have no one to send them to, making garland, and roasting chestnuts even though they have no sense of smell or any means to eat said chestnuts. They'll want to make eggnog too and demand to know if you like it or not. Tell them you like it please, even if you don't. They'll be so happy they might skip around the place for a bit.

It's hard getting a sweater in their size, you have to get it custom made but once they get it oh boy they'll never take it off. They'll wear it all year round. Being made of metal they don't sweat in the heat so it doesn't get all gross smelling, though it might get spilled on. Getting them to take it off to wash will be tricky, not impossible, just tricky. You might have to buy multiple so they can rotate what sweater they're wearing.

They love christmas music, they can listen to it all day long without getting tired of it. You on the other hand go a little crazy hearing Maria Carrie five times a day every day for a week. At some point you have to limit the christmas music for the sake of your mental health.

Getting a gift for you is a little hard, they don’t work, or leave the house if there's snow out. They draw you a bunch of drawings for you, they were trying to save them all for christmas day but they kept getting excited each time they finished a drawing for you that they couldn’t help but give them to you the moment you walked through the door.

The fridge doesn’t have enough room for all the drawings.

#monster #monster stories #december christmas monster stories #robot x male reader #robot x reader #robot x human #robot x female reader #robot fanfic #robot slice of life fanfic #robot fucker #monster x male

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izzythehutt · 2 years

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Also Vader: refers to Padme as *his* wife, not Anakins

I was talking about this on the group chat (which has just devolved to SW chatter at this point). I find the question of the degree to which Vader disassociates with his previous life really interesting.

The stories (comics, novels, animation and even live action) in recent years have really leaned into Vader hardcore detaching from his identity as Anakin Skywalker, thinking of himself as someone completely separate who "killed" Anakin, particularly in the inter-trilogy period. That makes a certain amount of sense, because at that point in the timeline he has no personal connections from that part of his life (except the Emperor lol) and he's basically got to self-justify his choices to keep going, since saving his wife's life was the main reason he became a Sith in the first place, and admitting that Palpatine cat-fished him and he ended up with no wife and sliced into pieces by his best friend trapped in a robot death suit demands a certain degree of cognitive dissonance.

That being said, I sometimes feel like the recent incarnations of Vader somewhat...overdid this?

I never thought of Darth Vader in the OT as someone who is all that in denial of his past identity, tbh. He's perfectly comfortable invoking Obi-Wan on a regular basis, for example. The original post in this meta exchange from several years ago presents a different look at Vader's relationship with Obi-Wan and though "canon" has since rendered parts of it outdated (I'm very much of the belief that anything outside of the films you can pick and choose to buy into and everything in the Disney era is fanfic—accept and discard ancillary materials at will, kids!) I still kind of think this take is maybe a little more poignant than what we've gotten from the franchise "officially" since? Vader, for all his "that name no longer has any meaning for me," is certainly not above claiming Luke Skywalker as his son and telling said son as much. Which I suppose is the turning point for him, but I suppose I never thought it was as clear-cut as some of the ancillary materials present it or that Sith in general have to "discard" their previous identity when they join the cult (see also: Dooku and Palpatine, neither of which do.)

Back when I was still into the shows/comics, I remember feeling like the Vader and Ahsoka confrontation and duel was actually somewhat disappointing because of the degree of disassociation from their shared past. Or at least that there were missed opportunities. Considering the manner in which Ahsoka left the Order, I thought it would have been interesting if Vader had been willing to point out that she should be thanking him for killing all the people who screwed her over, that HE was the only one who defended her when the Jedi Order threw her under the bus. I expected more of a call-back to their shared history and an actual attempt to get her on his side, instead it was this very flat, half-assed "hey can you tell me where Obi-Wan and Yoda are? No? Okay, I kill you like I killed your master because he was weak." I guess maybe they were trying not to step on the toes of ESB and have Vader try to convert a loved one to his messed up way of thinking for a third time?

(I think there was a part of me that just wanted Ahsoka to become Vader's Asajj Ventress.)

I'm torn between thinking that the inconsistencies are a product of the backstory changing over the years (when ANH was made Darth and Anakin absolutely WERE separate people) and the self-contradictions inherent are just an interesting detail of Anakin's character.

My ultimate way of squaring it is that Vader periodically disassociates with his past life as a coping mechanism, but by the time of the OT he is just a bit dead inside but has sort of made "peace" with it. And then Luke turns up and turns his "peace" on its head.

#darth vader #asks #star wars meta #star wars #anakin skywalker #i basically think the kenobi show was a fun fanfic that has zero bearing on canon fwiw #it doesn't make sense but i enjoyed it

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