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animebw · 2 years

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Short Reflection: Kaiji Ultimate Survivor

It’s interesting getting into Kaiji: Ultimate Survivor after having seen Akagi first. I’m guessing most anime fans just watch Kaiji on its own, and only some of them go back to Akagi afterwards to see how the author started developing all these ideas. It is, after all, the more complete and well-developed work, and unlike its predecessor, the adaptation doesn’t stop dead right in the middle of a match that would take literally over a decade longer to even finish in its source material (seriously though I’m still not over that jesus christ). So Akagi can end up feeling like an inessential vestige of its time that only true completionists need bother checking out. But as one of very few people who did watch Akagi first, the biggest enjoyment I got out of Kaiji was metatextual. More than the drama of the story itself, it was the experience of watching original author Noboyuki Fukumoto come into his own, developing the ideas he began exploring with Akagi and fleshing them out into fully realized forms, that made this show so rewarding for me.

Obviously, there are a lot of superficial similarities between the two. They’re both primarily centered around high-stakes gambling where participants risk everything in complex, psychological games of strategy, heavily trafficked by underworld crime bosses and the assorted scum of the earth. Not to mention Fukumoto’s incredibly distinct angular drawing style and director Yuuzou Satou working with studio Madhouse to bring both adaptations to like. But beyond those similarities, the cores of these shows, and what they’re trying to accomplish, are drastically different. Akagi is, at heart, a show about the game of mahjong itself, and its appeal comes from watching the mechanics of that game play out in as many possible permutations as it can dream up. That appeal still holds true for Kaiji, but this show’s primary focus isn’t on the technical nuts and bolts of its various complicated gambles. No, Kaiji is all about the people caught up in those games. The mechanics and strategy aren’t an end unto themselves; they’re a means by which to explore the psychology of those who facilitate and participate in them. It’s a story about what people will do, who they’ll become, when pushed to the limit with no hope of backing out.

That change in focus is best exemplified by the differences between the series’ two protagonists. Akagi is basically an untouchable god-child, someone who will always find the right way forward to utterly crush his opponents for no deeper reason than the thrill of the game itself. Hence why his namesake show is also all about exploring the game itself and very light on seriously examining the human element. Akagi the show can’t exactly build compelling human drama around Akagi the character because that character is built to be a gambling machine above all else, an object of allure rather than a mirror we can see our own fallibility in. Kaiji, on the other hand, is nothing but fallible. He’s a miserable, imperfect person barely scraping by at the bottom of society’s ladder, someone who’s made countless mistakes before the story even begins and proceeds to make many more mistakes over the course of his journey. He gets involved with the gambling underworld not as a legendary invader seeking to test himself like Akagi, but as just one lousy schmuck among many who made dumb choices and wracked up debts they couldn’t pay off. And as it turns out, when the person getting swept up in Deathmatch Poker is just some below-average dude and not an all-seeing wunderkind, the struggle to make it out in one piece gets a hell of a lot more complicated.

In other words, Kaiji’s fight to escape the gambling underworld has something that Akagi, as much as I enjoyed it, never even approached: actual human drama. Not just in the knowledge that Kaiji can absolutely fail and suffer serious consequences, but because the stakes of each game are as emotionally perilous as they are physically. Kaiji, and the other imperfect people swept into this nest of vipers with him, are forced to their basest, most honest selves, forced to confront the question of what truly matters to them and how they’d really act when the chips are down. Would they kill someone if it meant saving their own life? Would they betray each other for the chance to get ahead? How much would you be willing to give up- physically, emotionally, spiritually- for the sake of survival? What kind of person could hold onto their sense of justice even when pushed to the breaking point? Because Kaiji and his companions are imperfect people, the fucked-up situations they’re forced to endure test not just their survival skills or sense of psychological strategy, but their very sense of humanity. Who would you be, the show asks, if the fires of hell were bubbling right beneath your feet?

It would be easy for a story asking that question to devolve into cynicism and grimdark, to say that people are fundamentally selfish and cowardly and would turn on each other like rats if given half the chance. But Kaiji’s secret weapon is how thoroughly it rejects that assessment. Yes, people fail in this show and do terrible things to each other, but just as often, it shows someone taking the high road, gazing into the abyss and coming out the other side still believing that humanity has the capacity to be good. Kaiji himself basically spends the entire show sacrificing his increasingly slim escape routes because taking them would mean leaving someone else behind in the dust, and even at his most desperate, his conscience refuses to let him turn his back on those less fortunate than him. It’s a powerful examination of how our desire to do the right thing can be just as fundamental a force as hunger, thirst, or our survival drive. Morality, the show argues, is as essential to humanity as breathing, and it can survive even the hottest, most nihilistic crucibles. It also never forgets to place the true blame at the foot of the rich assholes who built this pressure cooker in the first place, the puffed-up elites who drive the poor and unfortunate to rip each other to shreds for their own amusement while they watch from the safety of their ivory towers. I’ve seen memes that the true antagonist of Kaiji is capitalism, and believe me, they are far more accurate than you might think.

All that said, I don’t think Kaiji’s going to end up as something I truly love. None of the characters are very interesting outside of Kaiji himself and a couple of the villains, and I’ll always find it hard to connect to a show without many characters I truly care about. It’s a very enjoyable show, just not one I can imagine putting on a favorites list anytime soon. But that’s more a matter of personal preference than anything. Bottom line, Kaiji: Ultimate Survivor is a damn good show, and I look forward to seeing how season 2 keeps this incredibly tense roller coaster ride chugging along. Until then, I give season 1 a score of:

6.5/10

But before we get to season 2, I’ve got more gay magitech girls to watch. See you next time for Nanoha A’s!

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #kaiji: ultimate survivor #kaiji ultimate survivor #gyakkyou burai kaiji #kaiji #0607 aniwatch

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conniebunny · 4 months

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An Angel‘s kiss pt.3 lovely bug breakfast

A/N: so like i‘m starting to write this and i‘m in school last hour so yeeeeeeyyyss

About 4 hours later you woke up again cuddled up into Nikolai‘s arm. Still a bit tired as of only having slept 4 hours you didn?t have the energy to get out of his grasp…. Well and he was stronger than you….

Anyway you were hungry so you tried waking Nikolai up.

As soon as Nikolai woke up he smiled at you and kissed your forehead

“you‘re disgusting“

“what a great way to be woken up….. darling…..~“

“ugh….“

you groaned as you tried getting out of his hug.

“Now what are you trying to do?~“

“I‘m hungry. Fuck off.“

To wich he only sat up not letting you go making you sit in his lap

„Kiss?“

“No.“

“Fineeeee….“

He picked you up and carried you to the kitchen in a bridal style kinda way. In the kitchen he sat you on top of the counter

“lemme make you breakfast“

“I‘d rather eat bugs“

He looked at you challengingly.

“Would you tho?“

“Yes.“

After this he proceeds to go outside and pick up some lovely bugs <3. He starts cooking the breakfast and gives you two plates. On one were the bugs. Healthy and alive. On the other plate stood…. Actually good looking scrambled eggs? Could you trust this…?

“Well go ahead and choose! I‘m waiting~“

You ended up eating the scrambled eggs instead of the choices of millipedes and cockroaches. You were also pretty sure that millipedes were not safe to digest. While the cockroaches did look safe you didn‘t wanna take the risk.

„Someone sure seems to enjoy my meal“

“Oh fuck off i‘m just hungry….“

“Hmmmmmmmm okay!“

he started cuddling up to you while you once more tried pushing him off. I say tried because look at him. He‘s stronger than you. And he has his portals…. So yeah you were trapped. And as soon as you gave up your legs were wrapped around his waist and his arms were tightly around yours.

„I love you my queen~“

“kys“

„How mean!“

“it mean keep yourself safe“

“oh I will! Just for you~ why don‘t you come to my room tonight? I‘ve got a little surprise~“

“KAMUIIIIIIIII“

And so you were saved by Kamui while Nikolai was once more laying on the ground passed out. Just that this time it wasn‘t by you and a pan but by Kamui‘s fists whom he called „death“ and „graveyard“

Sigma came in to see Nikolai bleeding out on the floor. He gladly accepted this fate as he really didn‘t have any connections to Nikolai other than being in the same terrorist group as him and that he always walked in on him trying to „rizz you up“ as he called it. You had tried teaching Nikolai Gen Z slang and it had gone horribly wrong because he used them horribly wrong.

It was truly amazing how wrong Nikolai used some of the words because the stuff that came out his mouth did not matchup to the daily harassment you suffered through.

Well anyway, satisfied with Kamui‘s work you left the two (Nikolai doesn‘t count he‘s barely alive) alone and went back to your Room.

On the way you met Fyodor who seemed to be reading or something. You tried avoiding him at all cost. I mean you had to kiss him so or so but for now you tried avoiding him. Maybe he died before due to his anemia. Well at least you hoped so. Every time you thought about it he gave you those death glares as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. And let‘s be honest, he probably does. You haven‘t met another person smarter than Fyodor. You were told there was 2 people here in Yokohama who were smarter than Fyodor or at least matched his skills yet you wouldn‘t wanna believe it.

You've seen what Fyodor is capable of. You've watched him a thousand times while he manipulated people to his wishes. Bending their Minds till they were dumbfounded, not knowing what to do anymore.

Fyodor sure was a terrifying man.

The only thing more terrifying than Fyodor was Nikolai's attempts to fuck you.

Well anyway now that you were back in your room you picked up a book Fyodor had told you to read. He often did this telling they'd make you smarter and someone like you could really use some more Stuff in her brain.

The book was about some medicak stuff maybe this time he wanted you to know what to do when Nikolai got beat up again? But why would you want to help Nikolai. Hm... maybe to help Sigma through his panic attacks? No this wasn't a book on psychological or mental health it was about surgery. You were not gonna do surgery. Not on any of them. Not Nikolai, not Sigma, not Bram who is basically immortal anyways, not kamui and not fyodor who you wouldn't dare touch.

You didn't know what his ability did but you've seen people die from touching him... though there was a time where you also saw him twice.... the normal him and.... some crystal version of him...

Till this day you haven't talked to Fyodor about it, blaming it on your mind toying with you yet there was something do terrifyingly real about the memory....

You sat on your bed and started reading the book as you knew that if you didn't Fyodor would give you that dissapointed stare.

You didn't care about his opinion but.... it hurt.

Deep down, it hurt.

You didn't know why as you don't have any sort of connection to the man you just wanted to avoid the pain at all cost.

As soon as you read the first 3 chapters you got tired again. You laid down on your bes and put the book away. You don't know when the time passed so quickly but it was already dark.

Were you that lost in yout thoughts...?

A/N:Hellou guys the chapter is finally done (ik i'm lazy fight me) and towards the end i may have gone a little deeper but ayeeee.... who cares

#bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd nikolai #nikolai gogol #bsd fyodor #bsd sigma #sigma bungou stray dogs #bram stoker #bram bsd #bsd kamui #kamui

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svane94zacho · 2 years

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shatouto · 3 years

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more raised-sith anakin whump and jedi obi-wan comfort, co-written with @obiwanobi ! (also available on ao3) pls check out the rest of the series if you haven’t (it won’t make a lot of sense otherwise)

content note: non-graphic depiction of violence; mention of past sidious-style abuse; just please proceed with care

a little more

Anakin shivers alone in the nightly winds.

He counted exactly five sunsets and sunrises since the meditation incident. Obi-Wan never brought it up again, and acted like nothing happened. He still smiled and joked with such kind eyes; still asked Anakin about his progress on the newest cleaning droid in their quarters and offered to read to him before bed. Even Ahsoka never brought it up, even though Anakin was sure the Jedi would tell his apprentice about his major offense.

He couldn’t eat. He could hardly sleep. His stomach churned every time Obi-Wan said a gentle thing to him, in that usual melodic lilt of his. His breath halted every time Obi-Wan passed him by and pat his shoulder or brushed his hand. His Master had made him wait before, but never for this long without reminding him of his misdeed. But waiting time was meant to make the punishment more excruciating, so perhaps this is the point all along - that he suffers before he gets what he deserves. Or maybe the smiles are only a beautiful facade before the Jedi discards him for good. Because, let’s be frank: what worth does he have here?

The sky is a lightless inky ocean with not even a speck of starlight to speak of. Anakin turns his gaze one more time towards the lights of the Jedi dormitories. This is what he has to do, to be able to stay, he reasons. This is the only way.

He makes his way down.

The Lower Levels of Coruscant are singularly illuminated by artificial light, if they are illuminated at all. Here where celestial lights never reach, every grease-streaked face is tinted in the neon magenta and cyan of gaudy store signs, or the sickly green of long battery life storm lanterns. The alleys are perpetually murky, a certain stickiness that holds the sole of your shoes whenever you peel your feet from the ground. A cacophony of howling fight dogs echoes from afar, and the light above him flickers. Anakin doesn’t even need to glance around.

Here, there is no shortage of fists itching to throw a punch.

It takes little more than a shove and a cuss, to get himself thrown to the ground. Anakin springs back up onto his feet with ease; by then, several people, of various species and stature, have gathered around him. Some of them reeks of booze, others of blood. From there on, it’s easy.

His knuckles collide with a jaw. Bone cracks under his metallic fist. Force-blinds are no match for him; he has taken down dozens on his own when he was but a whelp under Master Sidious’s tutelage, thirteen years of age or so. That’s not to say they don’t land a good blow here and there, but a few bruises on the face are hardly more than a tickle compared to the burn scars that litter his body. When a sudden blast rings in the relative silence and misses him by a hair, Anakin grins. He whips around and uses the Force to simultaneously yank the blaster from the shooter’s hand and fling the marksman across the street. He opens fire.

Some of them fall, some of them run. Some of them remain, and then run when they see him toss the blaster away in favor of meeting them hand to hand. The more they come at him, shoot at him, the more his blood infuses with thrill. He feels renewed in misery, in the knowledge that this show of abandon will surely earn him the punishment he deserves, where all else failed. His metal fingers are capable of cutting skin, breaking bones, if he so wants, and he does. There’s blood on his hands, warm, soaking the sleeves of his too-soft robes. There has always been blood on his hand; a little more doesn’t make any difference.

When he’s done, Anakin thinks, he’ll be back in the Jedi’s quarters and kneel at the door to his bedroom. He’ll wait there, ready, so that when the sun rises, the Jedi will come and see what he has done. This is not something the Jedi can ignore in favor of delaying his punishment. He smiles and shivers at the same time at just the thought of it.

“Anakin, what are you doing?”

Obi-Wan’s startled voice runs him through like a spear. Anakin stops dead in his movements, wide-eyed. Obi-Wan? Here?

His pause promptly earns him a blaster shot to the shoulder. He snaps his head back towards the bastard who shot him, hand thrusted out in a Force-push. The shooter flies through the air and slams against a store sign. Another blaster fires.

Obi-Wan deflects it away from Anakin.

Anakin doesn’t know what’s happening anymore.

He staggers back and back away. This isn’t right. The Jedi should be asleep. He’s not meant to be in this nest of rats and vipers; not meant to know anything of this, to see Anakin in this state—just, just observe the aftermath and dispense his justice. Only the aftermath. Only when Anakin is ready.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Anakin says, his center lowered, his stance battle-ready. The scums around him scurry like cockroaches under the light of a lightsaber, even as Obi-Wan thumbs it off and clips it to his belt. “You should be in bed, not here.”

“The same could be said to you,” Obi-Wan says. Neon lights flicker on his face, his furrowed brows and tight lips, and there’s no light that’s ever been so dull, duller than the spark of dismay in his eyes that Anakin doesn’t want to acknowledge. “I would much prefer you to come back...”

“I have to be here.”

Obi-Wan is unflinching. He crosses his arms not only in a refusal to engage, but also in clear disapproval. “May I ask why?”

It’s the disapproval that makes Anakin’s heart drop.

“No,” he grits, breaths stuttering. He closes and opens his hand and warm sticky blood seeps into the cracks of his palm. If there is some semblance of a reflexive surface here, Anakin would look right into it, so desperate he is to see what color his eyes are. How does he look like to Obi-Wan right now? Does he deserve a punishment yet? Does he deserve anything?

Because if not, if he doesn’t, if he has no worth and Obi-Wan grows tired of him, he’ll be on his own again, facing the fact that he has lost everything and everyone and has nowhere to go and nothing to be. Hells, Anakin knows he shouldn’t be like this. He should be stronger than this. He shouldn’t be so weak as to fear losing any one man, let alone one Jedi, one stupid Jedi; he shouldn’t care; why does he care so much; he hates it, he hates it.

“Why are you here?” Anakin backs away, towards the source of sound - there’s a gambling den nearby, where he could conceivably squirrel himself away. “What are you trying to do?”

Obi-Wan only raises his hands, palm forward. “To get you home. Anakin, you have...”

“Bantha shit,” Anakin spits. They’ve gathered yet again a sizable amount of curious onlookers. “What do you want, Jedi?”

“Anakin, please, calm down—”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Anakin roars, even though that is exactly what he has been seeking. Direct orders, uncomplicated. But not like this. Not with this benevolence. “If you’re not going to answer me then don’t fucking tell me what to do!” He steps back and back, and the only thing the Jedi does is match every backward step of his with one step forward of the exact same length. “Fuck you and your nice little lies; never say one straightforward thing, ever, because you’re too good for it, what a good Jedi. Just say you want to drag me back by the scruff and punish the nine hells out of me.” He gives a teeth-gritted grin. “Say it! I know you want to say it!”

Obi-Wan doesn’t even deign to look taken aback. He says nothing, does nothing, just stands there in that damned little display of harmlessness, so patient, so calm, like he’d be ready to ask for a cup of tea and sip it slowly while watching Anakin any moment now. So that’s how it is, huh?

The bystanders scatter in shrieks when one of them is suddenly lifted in the air, scrabbling at their neck with strangled noises. Anakin’s eyes are not even on them; he glares at the Jedi as his fingers curl. “Say it.”

Obi-Wan finally moves. He stands between the hapless stranger and Anakin. His eyes harden, the shadows on his face sharpen, and his voice turns steel-cold. “No.” He takes Anakin wrist in a vise-tight grip. “Let them go. Stop this, now.”

Finally.

Anakin lets go. Not just of the person, but of everything. He drops to his knees with his wrist still in Obi-Wan’s hand, and when it’s released, his arm swings down limply, colliding with his thigh in a dull slap. His head hangs as his eyes squeeze shut. He tucks his tongue back and tries not to wonder what it’ll be this time - lightning or lightsaber burn, electro-whip lashes or an invisible hand around his neck, water running over his face or the cold hard curved confines of the Sphere...

But nothing comes.

“Anakin.”

Obi-Wan’s voice has always been very soft for someone so capable at fighting; even so, this is probably the gentlest tone he’s used yet.

“Anakin,” he says again, and the name feels safe in his mouth.

Anakin won’t be fooled. His Master liked to lull him into a sense of safety during his lessons, coaxing him to let down his guard just to strike harder after and make sport of his tattered body. He should know better. He should…

“Anakin, please, look at me.”

Obi-Wan’s voice is worth a little more pain.

He opens his eyes to find Obi-Wan’s. The Jedi is crouched before him, close enough to touch if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. Anakin can’t decipher the look on his face or even the hand hanging in the air between them that doesn’t have a lightsaber in it ready to strike him or lightning to burn him.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan says. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Anakin doesn’t dare to breathe too hard.

Obi-Wan’s brows knit together. “I could not understand why you would leave in the midst of a night to do this. Where have I wronged you?” He sighs again into silence. “You scared me, Anakin.”

A punishable offense. So here’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, listing his sins before punishing him, ordering him to keep his eyes open in wait of the punishment to come. Anakin stares at him, eyes stinging, waiting. But instead of the burning of a blade on his back or a slow Force-choke around his neck, calloused fingers find his wrist. They move lightly above his skin, cautious, taking their time as if to unravel the tension under his flesh, wrapping around his hand. Anakin braces himself for the twist, for the sudden deceit and pain. Instead, Obi-Wan's thumb starts rubbing slow circles on the back of his hand.

“May I take care of you, then?” Obi-Wan asks, and something in his voice breaks a bit. “You’re hurt, dear one.”

These last words are like a saber to his heart. Anakin never thought Obi-Wan could be this cruel.

“Don’t,” he chokes out his last defiance, as his fists start trembling, “don’t call me that.” He bows his head deeply and shuts his eyes and goes as still and silent as possible. His insides are curling in on themselves, yet he doesn’t dare move. He’s nearly holding his breath, as the air moves around him. Fabric rustles, and he can feel arms drawing around him, and This is it he thinks, this is it, the pain will come and he will finally be released—

Obi-Wan pulls him to his chest.

This is not right. This is not real. This can’t be true. Nobody could be this gentle; nobody could forgive just like that, not with the insults and insolence and innumerable unpunished offenses old and new. Anakin does not get touched like this. He should not. His shoulders are squared stiff and his muscles constrict so hard that he starts shaking. He can barely breathe, because every breath knives into his tightened throat. His nose stings and his eyes burn and he gasps for air, only to take in a sharp sob.

“Please don’t… Please don’t do this to me.” Anakin gulps, clutching his own torso, fearful of the sudden warmth and tenderness. “Just—just punish me, I deserve it, please punish m—” He nearly bites his tongue trying to suppress the next sob. Tears always angered his Master. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I beg of you, please stop making me wait, Master, I’m sorry, please, just…”

Obi-Wan pulls back only to take Anakin’s face in his hands. Thumbs wipe over his cheekbones. “I’m not your Master,” he hushes, brushing hair back from Anakin’s forehead. “I’m not going to punish you, Anakin.”

And then Obi-Wan does the unthinkable: he lowers his outermost mental shields. He lets Anakin in, on his own. His concern scatters across the expanse of his psyche like gemstones, like blinking stars. His words are as true as the moon. I would like to bring you home. I would like to keep you safe. Obi-Wan’s hand cradles the base of his skull. Lips press into his hair. I would like to see you smile.

Anakin’s mouth falls open in a wail. He smushes his face against the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck and soaks his robes with tears. He cries his throat raw and parched, cries until his jaws tremble, his teeth clatter, his head goes light. He lets go of his own flanks and bunches his fists into Obi-Wan’s robes instead. Obi-Wan’s arms are wrapped firmly around him like a promise.

Anakin hiccups one last time, and sags.

—

Ahsoka paces near the Temple’s gate. The Temple Guards glance at her every once in a while, and she’s a little bit annoyed, maybe, but that’s nothing compared to the worry brewing in her chest right now. Dawn is peeking at the horizon, and her Master is nowhere to be found.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” she mutters to herself, flooding her and Obi-Wan’s bond with the rightful amount of indignation. You should’ve taken me with you, Master!

She’s surprised to feel Obi-Wan’s response immediately. A brief sense of reassurance, and a nearness - he’s approaching. His presence is too mired in concerns for her to make out the exact message, but she gets the sentiment. Her worries go through and mirror his own. They’re probably worrying about the same thing, then.

Ahsoka knows Obi-Wan is back before he’s even within sight. Yet the sight of him still suffuses her with equal parts relief and amazement. In the light of dawn, her Master marches into the Jedi Temple, a gentle silhouette against the rosy sky. Limp in his arms, head pillowed on his shoulder, is Anakin No-Name, formerly known as Darth Vader, currently unconscious.

“Let them both in.” Ahsoka tells the Temple Guards, showing them her datapad. “Words from Master Yoda.”

Obi-Wan looks at her gently, mouthing a soft thank. Her steps fall beside his, and for a while there are only the sounds of their footsteps echoing in the great hall.

“Master.” Her eyes flick to Anakin, noting his red, puffy eyes in stark contrast with his ashen face and… are those dried tears? There is blood on the ex-Sith’s robes and on her Master’s and she sort of really wants to know which is whose. “Is he alright?”

“More or less,” Obi-Wan answers. Ahsoka frowns at him, yet he seems too deep in thoughts to notice that. She sets a hand on his arm.

“Master, the Council has…”

“I know, young one.” Obi-Wan pauses when Anakin chuffs, shuffling his arm to rearrange the ex-Sith in a more comfortable position, and continues on his way. “I would prefer you to go back to sleep. This is my responsibility to bear.”

#obikin #raised as sith anakin #always a sith anakin #ex sith anakin #so many names #star wars prequels #clem’s au #our au :’)#also im sorry i can’t take ‘kriff’ seriously #i have to say fuck #let anakin say fuck 2k21 #ALSO i wrote this last week but #i had to Exercise Some Self Control

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lightdancer1 · 2 years

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If I were do the 'Azula stays a villain' route I would have gone down a different path to canon and its random kiddie kidnapping element

I would have had her either become what I use Jiren for where I need a character for that niche, an outright bombing terrorist in a modern style who's got that Samson in the Temple factor where removing her Bending would make her ten times more dangerous as she can kill more people by well placed bombs and psy ops than she ever could with Bending.

But as I've already used that niche with Jiren, the path I'd have a still villainous Azula take would see her become less a supervillain or fitting into the 'actually does become a postwar fascist' route that the setting is trying to halfass in the comics.

I would have a villainous Azula simply put keep the might makes right mentality, recover from her breakdown, and then casually proceed to take all her knowledge of the Fire Nation that betrayed her and burn the entire thing to the ground, Surtr style. A complete Nechaevite nihilism dedicated to destruction for destruction's sake, because she has nothing left to lose and nobody in the Fire Nation wants her.

She embodies the Fire Nation's ideals, and she would know best how to hit it at the most devastating levels nothing else could possibly match. Does she care about what's left when the chaos sown is done? No. It's not her concern anymore.

Instead of Imperial Japan she goes straight up Ragnarok, and because the rest of the world that's suffered from the Fire Nation has suffered from it, it's slow on the uptake to realize the feared warlord of the Hundred Year War emerged with a willingness to take a very personal revenge on everyone and everything she sees that hurt her, and it begins and ends with the nation that unleashed her on the world to wage war and made her so very good at it. And even then it'd be a slow grasp that the game has completely changed.

This Azula becomes the spiritual predecessor of the LOK Red Lotus, and a much more straightforward supervillain than her ableist stereotype comics counterpart. Instead of being a piss poor remake of Ra's Al Ghul mixed with the Joker, she's Surtr striding from Muspelheim to burn the worlds and watching the world burn. Not with cackling laughter but with dispassion and then only when it's too late does the rest of the world belatedly realize the collapse of the Fire Nation into war-torn warlordism and relapsing to 10,000 years ago, politically speaking, is a very bad thing after all.

The world she knew died and everyone she loved and thought she cared about thought she was a monster. So she gives them the monster all right.

#atla aus #the one timeline arguably darker than the Avatar Azula timeline #and one that I might write as maybe a nine chapter story for LULZ #this AU sees Azula go 'you were looking for a monster? Here I am'#the other three nations 'meh the Fire Nation deserves it'#the other three nations a couple of years later 'wait maybe they-'#the other three nations three years later 'oh shit'

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years

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Golden Nights: Part 3

Warnings: Swearing (prepare people it's a common theme)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+⚠️

Word count: 1091

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Ughhhh shit" you groan as you reach for your phone accidently knocking it on the floor. Nibblet stares at you from the end of your queen bed waiting for both head pets and the required dosage of nourishment. He slowly creeps a top of you as you lay on your side hitting snooze.

"5 minutes... I promise" you quietly say as nibblet proceeds to make biscuits in your hip. Nibblet isn't a small cat by any means. The weight is almost comforting, unfortunately the claws digging into your hip are not. You slowly shift to your back as Nibblet adjusts to your chest. Sitting, staring at you until you comply with his demands.

"Yes I know. I know!" You groan scratching his ears and adjusting to get out of bed. It's 7:55pm. That gives you a little over an hour and a half to get ready before walking to work. You were thankful your job was on about 10 minutes away. You could run and make it in 5 if you needed. You shift to try and wake up as much as you can before moving to the kitchen to prepare coffee and a snack. You feed Nibblet his food and when he finishes, he proceeds to ignore you. Choosing to move to the window to watch as the sun set and the city lights began to glow.

"You only love me when you want something" you scowl as he looks at you with a blank stare. "Absolutely nothing going on up there" you chuckle as you proceed to pour your favorite caramel creamer into your cup of coffee.

Fuck I shouldn't have read those 3 chapters today, you cry.

You knew you would be suffering tonight but you couldn't leave a cliffhanger like that. You just had to know. How could you focus on dancing when you had just gotten to the best part of the story?? You proceeded to make your way to the bathroom, showering with your favorite floral shampoo and conditioner. You needed to shave so you exfoliated with your favorite sugar scrub and washed down with a generous lather of your most expensive soap. You smelled like a greenhouse but you loved it. The smell of fresh flowers was your absolute favorite. It was one of the reasons for your stagename. Daisy Fox. Daisy after the flower and Fox, well Fox after one of the clubs regular continously referred to you as a "foxxy siren". The name just stuck and you honestly loved it. It was simple yet made a presence. You dried off, using your favorite lotion and perfume to top off the almost overwhelming scent of floral. You knew dancing would work up a sweat so layering the scents was never an issue. You managed to dry your hair and do a simple look with lashes and gloss. Nothing too fancy. Simplicity was your style. Well for makeup and hair anyways.

Tonight was "luxury night" at Club Golden. All the dancers were encouraged to wear their best. You went to your closet, picking out a recently purchased bralette with rhinestone straps and panties with matching rhinestone straps. It was simple yet made a statement. Perfect for your performance. Your shoes were pretty simple in terms of a dancer. Some 5 inch see through platforms with rhinestone accents. You preferred to dance sans shoes but unfortunately the club floor was, umm less than a desirable place to go barefoot.

You were actually surprised you managed to not break an ankle in the club with how high your shoes were. God you were clumsy but somehow you managed to hold it together on stage and save the embarrassment for the daytime. You loaded your bag with all the essentials for the night. You threw on a black crop top, grey leggings and a white zip up before heading to the front door. You gathered your keys and phone, looking at the time. 9:40pm.

Perfect.

"Love you baby boy! Have a good night! Can't wait to spend 3 whole days with you!" You smile at Nibblet as he settles in for his 4th nap of the day. You roll your eyes, giggling as you lock the door and head down the stairs.

2am.

Just 4 hours until you could enjoy your time off! "Almost there" you whisper to yourself as you step out into the sidewalk.

Almost there.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

"FUCKING HELL" Bakugo yelled as he threw his phone on the bed. 9pm already??

He felt like he just got into bed and now he had to get up?! The world was cruel and unfair to the pro hero. He rolled over checking the neighborhood app and hero stats before proceeding to move to his treadmill. After an hour long jog, he sauntered over to the TV turning on the 10pm news while getting ready for the night. He heard the usual shit and listened while the reporter talked about the warm weather for the weekend.

He was excited to have 3 days off. The first time in months he had more than one day off in a row. He had been busy trying to bust a string of quirk drug rings in his jurisdiction. One arrest often leading to new information and more work.

They were close. So so close to catching the big fish. He could feel it.

He promised himself a vacation after they finished the case and he desperately needed it. But three days off was a start, right? He showered quickly and began to prepare a meal and some coffee. He received a text from Kirishima telling him he had some updated information on the case to report before their patrol. Bakuguo finished his food, quickly setting the dishes in the sink. "I'll take care of it later" he nodded ad he grabbed his gear bag and proceeded to his car in the parking garage.

Bakugo had money. Plenty of money. He was a top hero. Number 2 in the nation in fact. He honestly had more money than he knew what to do with. He endulged in the occasional thing but nothing really outrageous. He proceeded to his black Lexus parked aside his motorcycle. His baby. His one splurge from making top 10 a few years ago. He rarely got to enjoy his ride with his busy hours.

This weekend baby he stroked the handle bars before proceeding into his car.

This weekend.

One more patrol.

One more night and he could enjoy his "me time". It was so close.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #anime #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #pro hero dynamight #pro hero bakugou #my hero acadamy #my hero academy fanfiction #goldennights

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crushzone · 3 years

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Nin! I’ve been seeing this around recently, but I would love to see you ship your moots if it is ok! ♥️

Hahaha hey there, sure thing! It’s so difficult to be bias free because I know my moots’ crushes, but I shall do my best! I’ll mostly likely pair you guys with someone outside of your crush, just to introduce some new potential partner to your life ;). If I had left anyone out by accident, I am SO sorry!!

✨ Shipping my Moots ✨

@scorpiosanssexy

Sugawara Koshi - Lil sis, I am so sorry it is not Kei. I think Suga is absolutely hilarious and a sweetheart, I’m sure he loves it when you roast him here and there because he’d do the same right back at you. He’s also such a sassy man, so if sassiness is something you enjoy (*cough* like Kei’s, except he’s not a meanie 😠), he’s got it! If you do not know how to cook, neither does he, but you will get to suffer together. He’s also a teacher (which I know is also your thing), so let’s pretend he had to read so many books that he has to eventually get glasses! Will 100% dance real silly with you when you’re both tipsy, but please try to calm him down when he keeps getting ID’ed whenever he tries to buy booze, he’s got that forever cute baby face.

Look, I photoshopped him in glasses for u. ☝🏼

@ceo-of-daichi

Takeru Nakashima - Tbh, it was really difficult not to go with Daichi for this one. I know Takeru may not suit your appearance preferences, but I think you guys would be a very adorable pair! He is very family oriented, had grown up with a bunch of siblings, is a team captain (i know u like captains 😉), and seems like a sweet guy in general. So he will 100% be a fun pal to joke around with, but he’s also really responsible and will take care of u on your night outs. I can see you with his little family cheer squad, they are all just in love with you and consider you a part of their family. 10/10 husband material with that A+ domestic lifestyle.

@honey-makki

Saeko Tanaka - I shall pair you, my queen, with my other queen, Saeko. 👑 Together, you are unstoppable, and just the sight of you both hanging out together would make me run away because I tend to do that whenever I am near anyone attractive. Imagine Saeko picking you up on her motorbike just to go grab some dinner downtown together. All the jokes you’d share, how loudly you would laugh with each other, regardless if whether you are in a public or private place!! She’d probably help you proof read your fics and brainstorm any spicy scenarios with you too! Bet she loveees having you lay on her chest as she strokes your hair, alternatively, she also loves being your big spoon. 🥺

@heauxzenji

Kuroo Tetsuro - My other queen, I shall offer you my nerdy king, Kuroo. 👑 Idk man, appearance-wise alone, I already think you’d both be such a beautiful pair. You two are definitely the type of couples on Tik Tok (or whichever apps people use now a days LOL 👵🏻) with a bunch of “relationship goals” in the comments. He’d be a lot of fun to joke around with, will take great care of you, loves to smack your booty (respectfully) because he knows you are absolutely beautiful, and will call you the cutest nicknames. He also secretly reads your spicy fics without telling you, and will maybe try out a new thing or two from it the next time u guys baaaaang. 💥Spiciness aside, he cherishes all your quiet moments, just sitting next to each other as you sip on some tea, your books in hand as you lean shoulder to shoulder against one another.

@tedwardos

Azumane Asahi - idk, I think you both would be incredibly adorable! He is basically kind of like Yams but with a whee bit more softness. He absolutely loves to cuddle, play video games with you (but please go easy on him, he’s a little scared of certain games), and learn new things (e.g. playing DnD for the first time). Tbh, I think he would be great at DnD because he enjoys the imagination and character design aspect, bet his characters are always the best dressed one. Will help style your hair, cook you breakfast, give you shoulder massages, and just spoiling you in general, as long as you hold him close and tell him you love him every now and then to keep him well assured. You’ll never get cold during winter, he’s basically a human furnace who always make sure your feet are covered by the blanket when you cuddle on the couch.

@nonexistent-social-life-mainacct

Akaashi Keiji - I genuinely think this would be a wonderful match. Firstly, he is a wonderful listener, so he’s there for you to come home to after a tough day at work. If it is not something he can actually help you with, he will do his best to cheer you back up after you had gotten everything off your chest. Secondly, look at this 👇🏼

Girl, he will PROTECT you from all those mysterious bruises that tend to appear on your legs haha. Lastly, I know that when he loves someone, he will do all these adorably thoughtful things for you: like massaging your feet, leaving you cute post-it notes before he leaves for work and buying you flowers randomly. I just, I just want the best for u and I KNOW Akaashi will not disappoint at all.

@mer92

Tadashi Yamaguchi - ok hear me out! Baby boy had been crushing on you from a distance for the longest time, he just absolutely admires how you are so hardworking and passionate towards your dream job. He sees how much you care for your friends and he’d always wished he could be a part of your group too. Eventually, when you are both together, he is a wonderful listener, will go out of his ways to spoil you just to see you smile again. He will give you shoulder massages when you are being too tense, and if anyone gets in the way of achieving your goals, he will step up and defend you. Will also buy extra onigiris from Onigiri Miya and bring them to u for lunch, just to make sure that you don’t accidentally skip any meals because you’re too laser focused on your studies! Speaking of studying, he loves studying with you, and is actually a wonderful work buddy. (Always sneaks a glance at your adorable concentrated face)

@danibby

Kotaro Bokuto - Bokuto ADORES you with all his heart omg. When he catches you dancing or choreographing, he will straight up sway or beg you to teach him some moves, before proceeding to absolutely crush it. If he sees you trying out or applying some makeup/skincare products, he will ask you if he could watch or play with it too. Basically, he loves you so much, he just wants to understand and be a part of what you are doing, while he’ll also do the same where he’d teach you the little things he loves to do (will probably try to get you to play volleyball with him ahah). Is fantastic at cheering you up when you are not feeling too good about yourself, and will tickle fight you until you smile for him. Speaking of tickle fights, initiate it at your risk, because he is hella strong, he’ll pin you down or pick you up really easily to his advantage. BIGGEST HYPE MAN, you can walk out, wearing a trash bag and he would still be 😻😻😻.

@shhhlikeme

Aran Ojiro - I know I’m not being too original with this pairing because you actually crush on him to begin with, but you two are just perfect for each other tbh (was going to pick Toshi at first, but thought Aran would be a better fit)! Firstly, you are both absolutely S T U N N I N G ✨, I would be SO intimidated to come anywhere near this power couple. Secondly, you’re both so diligent, kind, and smart, everyone looks up to the two of you, wishing they could be you (Keep wishing, peeps 💅🏼) . Lastly, he seems like an absolute sweetheart, loveeeeees to spoil you with random hugs, kisses, and gifts, and will joke around with you a lot. He’ll find any way he could show you off to his friends, and they’d all be so jealous. It is nice to know that you can always lean on him if you ever have to, and he knows he could do the same with you. Bet your family absolutely LOVES him too, 100% the kind of guy you would want to bring home.

@bjbex

Yu Nishinoya - Noya is IN LOVE with you, he thinks you are freaking beautiful, is a hottie, and basically his queen. He’d keep crushing on you until you finally give him a chance. When you are together, he’d do anything to please you, ultimately, he just wants to see you smile and happy all the time. He’ll crack some jokes and be a little goof just to cheer you up! Also wants you to freaking DOMINATE him hahahah, trusts you completely, please do as you would like, he’s all yours. Loves getting his lil booty smacked and pegged, but is also always down to pleasure you. Just grab him by his hair (loves getting his hair pulled) and put him in any position you want him.

Will pull some “accident” like this often, so please prepare yourself. Will travel the world with you and take a ton of photos, then proceed to set photos of you as his wallpaper/lock screen on every device.☝🏼

@dymphnasprose

Tendou Satori - Tendou ADORES YOU, for real, he freaking ADORES you (But I adore you more, so he can back down 🤚). He loves to be your little spoon (will literary purr if you give him head rubs), boasts about you to his friends all the time (especially to Toshi), likes to endearingly tease you a lot, and will cook you some nice food all the time (he probably went to culinary school, after all, to become a chocolatier). The first thing he does when he gets back home from work? Hunt you down and immediately cling on to you as he pepper kisses all over your face with that oWo face, if ya know what I mean. Also LOVES to get freaky, this man is flexible, he just loves being intimate with ya, so tell him what you want to do and he will most likely be down to at least give it a shot. ;) Also loves to randomly buy you some cute clothes or jewelry you had been eyeing, he doesn’t do it often, but he’ll spoil you with it here and there when he can. Loves to sing random songs for you, “Dymph-nuhhh, Dymph-nuhhh, my darlin, Dymph-nuhhh~~”

@pleasantanathema

Akiteru Tsukishima - Let me start off by saying that I am absolutely in love with Akiteru, and because I love him so much, I shall pair him with you! Lauren, I am in love with you from the very first moment you’ve hit me up, I feel like our vibes match and because I feel the same way with Akiteru, I believe he would really vibe with you too! He’s an absolute sweetheart who will go out of his ways just to make you happy, you’d both spend hours chit chatting about the most random things, just giggling constantly, and before you know it, it’s already really late at night. He LOVES taking photos of you, and his phone is filled with photos of the two of you. Kei doesn’t really care much about you, but Akiteru will keep bringing you up in conversations with him anyway because he’s just extremely grateful to have you in his life.

@afictionalwhore

Ittetsu Takeda - Listen, as much as I believe Keishin is the perfect man for us you, Takeda is another husband material, adorable man who would also be just as perfect.

LOOK AT HIM REALIZING THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH U. Also Keishin looking like a snacc right next to him, but this post is not about him mmkay?

Takeda is so weak for you, he’ll spoil you rotten where he can, and his affection bank is unlimited, will constantly remind you that he loves you. He’s also really shy, so sometimes, he’ll try to be “sexy” and initiate something, only to stutter and blush terribly when he attempts to execute it, so please be kind HAHA (I think find that really endearing tbh). Fully understands how tiring it can be to work with children, he is also a teacher after all, so at the end of each day, you’ll both take warm baths together, cuddling as you laugh about all the silly things your kids had done today. Sometimes he will help substitute for you too, if you ever need to take a day off.

I’m very proud of this list, ngl, I stand by my ships 😉

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rawdoggingmentalillness · 3 years

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“If this is the worst thing that happens to us, we will live”

I put off doing this post for a while because I knew it would drain me so, so much emotionally. I did not want to rush it because I wanted to be able to truly articulate my feelings into something that would help me grieve this incomparable loss while also exposing the light that she shined in this world.

At the end of January, I lost my favorite person my world has ever known. She was my very best friend and the first friend that I ever had. She had many names; Nana was how I came to know her. Others knew her as Mary Frances, or mom, or Fanny, or Mrs. Carr, the faithful schoolteacher and librarian that would never hesitate to discipline when she saw fit.

The bond the two of us shared is so incredibly hard to put into words. The easiest way to explain it would be to simply say that I was her favorite just as much as she was mine. She was not ashamed nor afraid to admit that I was her favorite either, and that only added to our relationship. The amount of hours I spent with that woman is probably somewhere in the tens of thousands (I think that’s a lot; the two of us never were good with math). Countless hours spent by the pool or in front of the tv, or, much too often, secretly at a restaurant or in a drive-thru somewhere. I have so many incredible childhood memories with nana- much too many to accurately describe and list without unintentionally leaving one of the best ones out. However, the biggest impact she has left with me is all the things she taught me along the way. So many invaluable lessons that will stick with me until I leave this earth. That is my goal of writing this- to delve deep into the way that this woman’s knowledge is engrained in everything I do. Every single soul that she came into contact with in her 86 years of life would be forever changed from that point forward.

Whenever we would be complaining about something she was doing, she would never fail to reply with “When I’m gone, you’re going to wish I was here to *do said activity warranting complaint*”, and, dammit, if that woman wasn’t right again.

I miss the way a room lit up when she would enter; whether we knew she was coming or not, her appearance instantly made things more lively. I miss the way she was not very skilled in the kitchen, but she knew this and would never hesitate to admit the fact while offering to go with you to buy food from someone or somewhere who did know what they were doing. I will give credit where credit is due, though, she could make a mean ham sandwich. I miss the days where she would get up in the mornings just to take me to school before I could drive. She would do this in the summer as well- getting up at the crack of dawn to take me to football workouts and then waiting for me so that we could eat before I had to go to basketball workouts immediately after. I miss that she would come to my junior varsity basketball games, even when no one could come with her, just so she knew I felt supported. I miss the days at her pool that she so dearly loved, filled with all of her family and favorite humans that loved her just as much. I miss the way she would be running around the house whenever company was there, making sure that everyone had anything and everything they needed or wanted and that anyone present felt included. I miss the way she would decorate for every single holiday- I’m talking Valentine’s Day placemats to Santa Clause toilet seat covers that made it virtually impossible to urinate standing up. I miss shopping trips to Dillard’s and and having to match her pace on the walk to the food court, which would be much quicker than her normal gait. I miss rides in the countless, consecutive white Honda Odysseys- or, when I was old enough to drive, driving her around because that was easier than hearing her say “so you’re just going to sit there and let your eighty-some-odd year old grandmother drive you around”. I miss that she would never give up a free meal, even if that meant she had to suffer through hamburger steak at the local American Legion. I miss her phone calls and pictures on Sundays to let me know she wore her Auburn scarf to church after they had won. I miss the outfits she wore that matched so perfectly- she had quite the extensive collection of shoes in her 80 years, much of which were the same style but different colors. I miss her two favorite outfits: the white turtleneck and windsuit combo or the denim shirt and denim pants with the denim purse to match. I miss the conversations in her sacred living room, filled with stories of the past that made her the woman she came to be. I miss how she would blatantly tell you if she did not think you looked your best; from asking if I needed to go see her hairdresser, Mayumi, to letting me know that the pants I was wearing “surely aren’t the nicest pair I own”. I miss the habitual ordering of her unsweet teas, and god help anyone that accidentally brought her a sweet tea. I also miss her ordering Long Island iced teas when she was feeling particularly dangerous, which she would complain was too sweet and/or strong and proceed to water down after every sip she consumed. I miss how she knew the daily specials for each day of the week from every restaurant within a 10 mile radius from her home. I miss having to come down to her house and help her put in her contacts because she could not make her keep her own eye open; us helping would only, in turn, make it more difficult because she would end up fighting the process more with us than when she was doing it herself. I miss getting into her car and hearing god-awful conservative talk radio, and then trying my very best not to get her feathers all ruffled up about our conflicting political opinions. I miss bringing her almond Hershey’s bars that she would eat despite whichever diet she was trying to keep. I miss watching her, essentially, slap her phone with her fingers when trying to type or scroll, and getting upset when it did not work exactly how she intended. I miss how she was always trying or offering to help with a task, even when it was something she would never be able to physically or mentally do- she just wanted you to know that she was there and would do anything ever asked of her because that was the type of person she was. I miss her voice. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss her hugs, her touch, her infectious personality. I miss her with every ounce of my being, and I never thought I would have to go through this life without her by my side, coordinating where and when we were going to have our next meal.

She would always tell me “you will wish you were half as smart as I am when you are 80″, and, you guessed it, right again. What she lacked in knowledge or wit, she made up with tenfold in wisdom and understanding of how the world works. I like to believe that she lived to see everything in this world that she wanted to see. I definitely believe, if she were here, she would say she has lived the happiest and fullest life any old woman could dream of. She loved her kids. She loved her friends. She loved her grandkids, especially, and there was not a single thing she would not do for anyone she cared about.

She understood what truly mattered in this life, and I think that is why she was so deeply etched into everyone’s lives. She was so perfectly content with her little house and pool that everyone would come to for hot summer days or any holiday on the calendar, and we were all overjoyed with the chance to go there because we were always met with good spirits and the overall essence of being extremely cared about.

I could go on for days about you, Nana. The things that you taught me, or did for me, or that I miss, or that I remember, but all of it contributes to the fact that you will always be a part of my life- all of our lives. I only wish you could have been at your funeral to see everyone’s lives you impacted. I wish you could have seen all the beautiful flowers and heartfelt messages attached. I wish you could have seen how good your hair looked because I know that would have been the first thing on your mind.

You always talked about your burial plot in Tennessee, and everyone remembers the extremely morbid picture you have with it that you thought was so funny, much to the disappointment of others. You talked about having a bunch of strong men in the family to be pallbearers when that day came, but that was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.

I carried my very favorite person to her forever resting spot, and watched as they lowered you into the ground. We all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways to try and return to our lives, but I don’t know if I, myself, will ever be able to. An integral part of my life left me that day. I look up at the sky sometimes, and try to think of you looking down on me, proud- or possibly upset with current hairstyle choice. But that’s not where I truly see or feel you.

I feel your presence in the decisions I make. I feel you in the way that I view life’s situations. I see you in the color yellow, which you so much enjoyed. I feel your positivity reaching out from my memory of you.

“If this is the worst thing that happens to us, we will live” you always said. I do my best to live by that every single day. I pray we get the chance to meet again one day, Nana, because I want nothing more than to hug my favorite person just one more time- and you don’t have to slip me a $20 bill this time.

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thisismetryin · 4 years

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i just really wanted to say this about the current situation, and before we proceed please know that i am not black, nor am i trying to speak over black people. if i have overstepped, please let me know.

taylor, i love you so much and i have loved you for years and years, but you silence/lack of action now makes z e r o sense. as a hong kong swiftie i was upset when you performed in china last november amid the hong kong protests and uighur camps, and it wasn’t like hong kong protests weren’t world news then. but i brushed it off, forgave you and gave you the benefit of the doubt because, well fine, you’re not required to care about the politics of every country. but now... this is your own country. taylor you live in the us. if you really cannot manage to feel empathy without knowing people who have been suffering, you have black friends like todrick and keramo and halsey and the starlights (your backup singers!) and so on. you have black fans that you have chosen to meet, hugged, taken pictures with, who have loved you with all their hearts. AND it’s not like your black fans aren’t trying to speak now either. (i’m not saying that taylor needs black friends/etc in order to care about what’s happening bc it’s fucked up and she shouldn’t be like this, but if she really doesn’t feel anything for the movement as a whole at least she can care about individual black people. which is a really sad idea, honestly. but at the very least... yeah) if you can’t talk to the black people you know, then talk to the non-black friends of yours who have been allies, like selena, or jack antonoff. if you can’t relate to this whole thing unless it’s personal, these are your friends, these are your backup singers and dancers and team, these are your fans! it just doesn’t make sense. what’s stopping you? this is your fucking home taylor. what are you doing? you have such a big platform! yeah you don’t have as many followers as selena but you’re currently the 13th most followed account on instagram, and that counts for something. if you’re not comfortable going out into the streets like some of your contemporaries (halsey, ariana, billie and even harry “dilution” styles) then you can do something with that platform of yours. selena (who was criticised back in 2014 for not speaking up about BLM, who hasn’t really been politically active as far as i know) has been sharing her platform and uplifting black voices. jack antonoff and bts have been matching donations. can you imagine how much change you’d bring if you did either of that? the fandom would rally up behind you as we have always done, whether for your masters or for the 2016 kimye situation. we have always risen up for you. why can’t you listen (especially to your black fans) and do the same? there is no excuse honestly. none. if you can’t be personally involved let someone on your team do it. use your platform. use your fanbase. you have weaponised us before. do it again. i’m not saying we need you to speak up because otherwise we won’t, but you have to realise that you have this influence and this wealth that you can use to help people. and i refuse to believe that you don’t care. i refuse to believe that you can see people suffering and turn away from that. you, the girl who who wrote a song about 911, who took your mine music video actor kids to a shopping spree in toys r us, who sent christmas presents to your fans and called it swiftmas. i refuse to believe that your persona is just a persona. i refuse to think everything you’ve done and stood up for is solely PR. taylor please actually listen to your fans. also if you try to pull the “whatever you do, it’s not enough” it means you’re not listening; please know that it isn’t the general public criticising you right now. it’s us. we, your fans who have always cared about you and looked up to you and loved both your music and you. we want you to speak up because we care. and it’s not true that no matter what you do it wouldn’t be enough, because we love you and it’s not easy losing faith in someone we’ve loved for so long. i refuse to believe that you only care about things that affect you, but you have to show us. as your younger self said, i don’t think you should wait. i think you should speak now.

#cat talks #i just had to get this out #please let me know if i overstep though #i've been staring at this for the past half hour #what on earth is stopping her?#text

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desperatelyseekingroleplay · 4 years

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Searching for Discord 1x1

Hello! I’m looking for some skilled, experienced 1x1 partners for Discord roleplays. Please read to the end as there is a password I won't answer messages without.

•General/Writing Style•

I usually prefer sticking at around 4 paragraphs and up, but quality over quantity for the most part. These days I’ve been favoring a bit of a slower pace and writing 8+ paragraphs, however. I would prefer you write in 3rd person, past tense. Please have decent grammar and spelling, varied vocabulary and sentence structure, as well as decent syntax. Please provide me something of substance to respond to in your responses. Please also be somewhat experienced.

•Age•

18+ only, but 21+ preferred (I'm 23)

•Timezone•

EST. I don’t mind what timezone you’re in- waking up to new responses is exciting :)

•Platforms•

Discord is strongly preferred for the actual role-play. I can be convinced to use kik, Reddit, or Tumblr, however.

•Response Frequency•

I'd prefer if you could respond at least a few times a week. I'm a pretty busy student can't always commit to much more than that, so I won't ask that of you. Please try to communicate when you will be gone or significantly less active for several weeks or more. I will try to do the same.

Please don’t contact me if you will be gone for a couple weeks plus very early into the role-play. I tend to lose interest very fast if there’s long breaks at the very beginning. Get me invested and I can wait quite a long time for you, though.

I'm a bit less lenient with this when we're still doing introductions, so if we've barely said hello but a few days pass and I hear nothing, I'll assume you're no longer interested or never were in the first place and close our discussion. You are free to assume the same of me.

•Genre•

I'm a sucker for modern, romantic slice-of-life with a healthy dose of character-driven drama and angst. I also sometimes like to weave other genres in there too such as Supernatural, Mystery, Action, and Adventure. I'm really open to most things if the plot interests me.

•Gender and Romantic Preference•

I strongly prefer playing a female main outside of MxM. Beyond that, I am open to MxF, FxF, NBxM/F, and MxM. Currently, I'm mostly in the mood for an MxF or possibly F//. My apologies, but please note I do not play male in MxF nor do I double up.

I do not engage in dichotomy personality dynamics and like pairings to be close to even as possible in contributions to the relationship. If a scene gets intimate, I'd prefer we fade to black.

•Plots/Creativity•

While I have plots listed, you're more than welcome to share plots of your own. I'd prefer it if you are open to brainstorming plot points and bouncing ideas off each other too. Let's keep this interesting for both of us so it stays alive.

•OCs•

I would prefer not to roleplay with OCs that are excessively shy, Mary-Sues, or OP. Additionally, please ensure your own OC does not monopolize the plot with their own issues and background. Let's share the spotlight.

I tend to play multiple side-characters and would prefer if you did too.

Please do not control my main OC or any named side characters I introduce. It can really mess with my plans with them if you suddenly auto-kill out of nowhere or something... If necessary, I may permit you to control a side character of mine, but please run it by me first. Communication is key.

•Fandoms•

I am willing to roleplay within the universe of several fandoms, but please note I do not roleplay as canon characters and would prefer not to roleplay with canon characters either. Please recall that I am more than happy to do original plots too if you aren't into any of these.

-Corpse Party**

-Black Mirror*

-Death Note

-Avatar The Last Airbender*

-Downton Abbey

-Call The Midwife*

-Dragon Quest(IV-IX)***

-Miraculous Ladybug****(I'd love to delve into the more subtle, darker elements like the consequences of a broken miraculous and time travel)

-Fruits Basket***

-Soul Eater

-The Hunger Games

(The number of * indicates craving)

•Original Plots•

(Muse I would like to play is bolded. If neither are bolded, I can do either. All of these are open to brainstorming and tweaking!)

(This is an older one of mine, but I’ve recently kinda been in the mood to start it up again.) Marianoh’s Culinary Institute is the most renowned school for culinary arts in the country. Any who truly wish to be a master chef would be foolish not to attend. Unless they don’t have the means- the tuition is insanely high. Muse A is part of the lucky few of humble beginnings that has been selected to attend via scholarship. They couldn’t be more excited. Muse B, on the other hand, comes from a family of celebrity chefs. Their spot at Marianoh’s was confirmed before birth. Yet, somehow, they don’t share Muse A’s joy. Far from it, actually. What happens when the two are partnered up for the year?

Muse A has always been at the top of their class since early elementary and thrived on it. They come from a family of high achievers where failure is neither seen nor accepted. Proud and arrogant over their achievements, their grades make them, them. All that changed when Muse B showed up, smashing the entrance exams with marks unheard of. Of course Muse A wouldn’t take that lying down, thus, the classic rivalry begins. What happens when the two find they have more in common than they thought? Life on Muse B’s side is not all it seems as well.

They were the voice in their head. The imaginary friend. For as long as they can remember, Muses A and B have always been there for each other when they needed it. But to everyone else, it’s all in their heads. They was saved from that riptide by pure chance and luck, despite being unable to swim. The bullies were coming for them, but they found that little nook to hide in all on their own. Flash forward to current day, the two are attending the same university. Muse A is an upstart, trying to make a name for themself academically and socially, the latter going much better than the former. Muse B is the opposite, the social anxiety fueled by a rocky past relegating them to basically a shut in. Their grades, on the other hand, are phenomenal despite barely ever attending classes. When a sibling suggests they try working as a tutor to get out more, they have their doubts, but decide to go for it anyway. The first student walk-in, however, just so happens to be Muse A...

Please note the idea for this world is not mine, but I unfortunately don’t remember the title of the original story. If this sounds familiar to you, feel free to comment the details and I’ll credit the story! Anyhow, in a smaller country, tucked away from the rest of the world, people are born into a unique system. They are either Energy Givers or Energy Takers. Their ability activates from a young age and they are paired with the most compatible one of the opposite ability as soon as possible, usually early elementary school. Energy is transferred from the giver to the taker via a kiss on the lips and must be done at least once a day. While partners are not necessarily romantically involved, the two depend on each other immensely. Without receiving energy, the taker will quickly tire, weaken and collapse becoming comatose and at risk of death. If they do not give energy, the giver’s energy supply builds up making them suffer from nausea, lethargy, fevers, and other unpleasant symptoms that will gradually worsen to the point where their life is in danger. Should a pair of partners be separated either through death or other means, the lone individual must visit a donation center where they will be paired with a donor that somewhat matches until a more compatible, new permanent partner is finally found.].

Now for the main plot. Muse A and Muse B are a Giver-Taker pair that has been together since childhood. Their feelings grew from platonic to romantic and by high school, the two were a golden, seemingly unbreakable couple. Near the end their last year, all comes to a grinding halt when Muse B suddenly breaks up with Muse A and disappears. Five years down the line, Muse A is a jaded, lonely individual, known for constantly going from donor to donor. Deciding they need a change, they take a teaching job in a boarding school on the other side of the country. Yet when they walk into the faculty office on their first day, they find themselves placed in a desk right next to Muse A. Not only this, the two are in the same department. How will things proceed?

Contact Instructions: Please either message me here @addienadelaide or email me at [email protected] with BOTH your favorite season and a recently written roleplay sample. If all looks good I will give you my discord and we can move things there. Hope to hear from some of you soon!

#Desperately Seeking Roleplay #Writing Partner Wanted #Roleplay Partner Wanted #Roleplay Partner Ad #Roleplay Partner Search #Original Roleplay Wanted #Long Term Roleplay Wanted #21+ Roleplay Wanted #Slice of Life Roleplay Wanted #submission

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 12

12: Once a god falls from grace

Summary: Apollo and Hermes work on their plan to take vengeance against the gods, but a lapse in judgement will condemn them both. More than one reunion will come their way unexpectedly.

Warnings: angst, mentions of sexual abuse, murder

Word count: 3.2k

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST

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One year later ~ Mount Olympus

"Bring. Him. In." Zeus spoke through gritted teeth, the thunder rumbling and echoing thought the halls.

All around, the gods have gathered to bear witness to what may very well be unheard of in their ranks. Each of them wear a shocked look on their faces, some of them disgust and others anger as well. None of them truly care for the victim, not anyone but two individuals who stood by the throne, both saddened and furious, demanding retribution for their pain.

Only a moment after, a portal opens, the white lights dancing as a guard steps through, another one following, both of them holding tightly onto a muscled arm as they pull the offender through the portal and throw him forward, down on his knees.

Shaking slightly, the prisoner looks up, his defiance still clear to any who cared to glance his way, the position he's locked in unnerving him, but there are no signs of any regret on his face.

Hair tousled into a perfect mess even now, even when his life hangs in the balance. His eyes are dark, like the moon eclipsed and snuffed out any light inside. His chiselled face is bloodied and bruised, darkened by the dirt of the holding room. The only clear sign of his identity are his skull pendant on the gold chain around his waist and the messenger wings he slowly grew out over the past year he's been home.

"What have you say for yourself, boy?!" Zeus raises his voice, his brown orbs sparking blue as his heartbreak is abundantly clear.

"What possessed you to kill a god? The ruler of the underworld? Your uncle?!" Zeus stepped closer, the bolt of lighting in his hand nearly hitting Hermes as his father fought the restrain Poseidon provided for him. His other uncle, the supposedly kind one...the rapist as Hermes saw him. Just as his father is.

"Someone had to be god enough to protect Persephone from him. You obviously weren't." Hermes spat, his bloody spit tainting the purity of marble stone before him.

Poseidon stepped forward, his black curls a mess as he obviously pulled at the ends, his stormy blue eyes enchanting to any man or woman who glimpses them, even for a moment. His beard trimmed, he looked comely as ever. His body is what poets write about, his white - human shirt fitting him perfectly.

But his eyes didn't enchant Hermes as he glared his way, the blue skies turning into flames as their gazes met.

"I say we kill him. He's had no trouble dealing out his own punishment. Let him taste the nothingness death provides." Disgusted, Poseidon turns around to the rest of the gods, his arms open as he gestures - such a politically charged individual, Hermes thought. Befitting someone like him, for he did crave the seat Zeus held for so long. But then again, his proposal had showed his violent, ill tempered tendencies are still at large. He could never pace himself.

"Rip him to pieces or perhaps punish him as we did Prometheus. He gets his liver eaten by eagles every day for an eternity, chained to a rock as the stink of his own rotting flesh hits him over and over again in the scorching heat. Something like that?" Poseidon lets a smile slip, his words vicious as is his character. Such beauty on the outside, but a venomous snake on the inside.

"Or you can recognize you've made a mistake by not eliminating Hades in the first place and give Hermes the Underworld as he deserved it. He did what none of you could. He saved Persephone!" Apollo steps in from the shadows, unable to watch his brother be scrutinized by the rest of them. Everyone thinks they're better than he is, but they are silent partners to each other's crimes. Rarely anyone had ever been punished as severely as he and his brother were.

Or so he thought. The year he spent on Mount Olympus has been quite illuminating.

A year ago ~ Mount Olympus

"SHE'S GOT KIDS! Bro!" Hermes falls straight to his ass, ignoring the searing pain spreading up his spine as result. He felt his lungs collapse, the breath trapped inside, unable to come out as he chokes on his own spit and clutches his chest.

"Bro, I'm having a heart attack! Can gods have heart attacks?!" Hermes proceeds to panic while Apollo stands with his eyes on his little window to Earth, rattled to the core and itching to scream at the top of his lungs. But nothing came out. Not a single sound, let alone a scream. It felt like his skin is crawling and his heart is tearing itself to pieces like it's made of paper.

"Three years?! One of us has two beautiful little kids with the most amazing human being that has ever walked the Earth and she has spent the past three years alone?!" Gasping for air, Hermes felt his wits fade away, desperation taking root right next to the tree of love that grew for Y/N and blossomed in every weather - cold or not.

"What do we do? I can't let my kids grow up without a dad." Hermes' little whine is what sets Apollo off, giving him the strength to speak.

"THOSE COULD BE MY KIDS TOO!" Speak? Well, more like screamed until the heavens shook at the might of his emotions. Apollo felt faint, as if his body is drained of blood and he is nothing but a lifeless corpse whose soul remained on Earth and split into three pieces - one for each of the kids and one for Y/N...the only woman he ever loved. Unlike Hermes, he never felt anything for any woman ever since he was created. He wasn't impressed by the lavish beauties of any dimension. Until she came to his life and to live without Y/N felt like the greatest punishment of all.

And that's when he realized it.

"This is a part of our punishment. Even if only one returned, the other would be a consolation prize. Living life with knowledge you just weren't good enough, waiting to die a mortal death. The other would remain up here, watching life unfold and suffering as the only two people in his life moved on. But this? This is genius! We both lose her! Neither of us meet our children and we watch them all until they've gone...Hecate's line continues, but we hate ourselves until the end of time, eventually forcing us to part ways as well." Apollo shakes his head, giggling.

"You will go down to the Underworld brother and you will kill Hades once I send word. Our sister will be free of the monster. And I...I'll get support up here. I find gods who will stand with us to take down Zeus and Poseidon as well and take the reigns once more. We will see Y/N again. I promise you that."

And in that moment, the brothers shared an understanding. They both had their roles to play, duties to fulfill and tasks to accomplish if they ever had any hope of meeting with their love ever again. Spelling the globe, Apollo gave his brother a small piece he could use to not only contact him, but to see Y/N and the kids again. He felt the pain Hermes bore for he lived with it too. He couldn't deny his brother a small kindness as such.

Apollo worked tirelessly, speaking to every god or goddess he believed would stand for him, revealing new truths as time went on.

"May I please have a word with you, sister?" Apollo's first stop was his twin sister, Artemis. The goddess of hunt and the moon, the eternal virgin or as she called herself - pure. She was the other part of his soul, one they shared in the womb - his older sister and his protector who helped him come into the world. She was his favorite sister at that.

"Speak, my dear brother. You always have my ear." She smiled fondly, pushing back her long blonde hair. It's unusual for her to have her hair down as she usually has it pinned up in a bun, her dark brown eyes soft as she looked at her twin with love. Artemis always had a weak spot for her brother, especially grateful for his assistance when Orion decided to try and take her virginity against her will. She was never more happy to have taught him archery than in that moment.

"Can you promise me your silence as well?" Raising her brow, Artemis then frowned and set her lips in a thin line as she leaned in and gazed at her brother favorably.

"Always." After finding out the torture her brother went through, agreeing on his quest to take Mount Olympus back, she was prepared to hunt - but not animals this time. After all, her father and uncles have long forsaken the values a god should pertain, not only allowing horrid things happen to women around them, but doing them themselves.

His next stop was the woman who gave him life, Hera, the goddess of marriage. Apollo could see his mother is unhappy, chained to the monster his father became, the animal she could never escape.

Her long blonde hair fell across her shoulder-blades, curls styled to perfection to make her life seem better than it is. Her eyes are lighter, a deep green that neither Hermes or Artemis possess, but neither did he. They inherited their father's dark looks, while Artemis had the luck of only having his eyes. The rest of her was all Hera. Athena had the same fortune, while Persephone and Aphrodite were lucky to be like Hera entirely.

"I knew you'd find me here." She spoke carefully, each word pronounced slowly and correctly. She turned her body slightly, angling her head until she could look at her son with precision a laser couldn't match.

"You've changed a lot over the centuries. I can see you've grown, my son." She offers him a smile, outstretching her arm. With a flick of her delicate wrist, she called him over to stand beside her, watching the landscape of a garden she designed herself. It's breathtaking, true, but it's also a lie. Just another way for her to escape the reality of her nightmare.

"And I see you've grown more fearful." Apollo sighs, noticing his mother inhale sharply at the disappointed tone her son used with her.

"I know what you're planning to do." Whispering, Hera slid her hand in her son's large hand, her own shaking.

"And I want to help."

It didn't take much to talk his mother into it, not at all. He didn't bother asking how she knew about his plans, but he felt at ease with the knowledge he had someone else with him.

"She's lovely. The kids too." But it didn't take much for Apollo to break down and fall to his knees, hugging his mother's waist as he laid his head on her stomach.

Hera agreed to talk to some of the gods herself, leaving Apollo with the task of convincing Athena, the most logical and wise of them all to take a stand too - the goddess of war and wisdom. If you need anyone on your side, it's her.

"And why would I help?" She pursed her lips, walking around Apollo who was at his wits end. He wanted to attack as soon as possible because every moment spent talking was another moment he lost with Y/N and the kids he was certain were of his blood.

"Because each of them sinned against you. Poseidon the most." Apollo was reaching, bringing up ancient history.

"I've dealt with that...incident." Athena glides a hand over he tight, brown haired bun, straightening her dress right after. Apollo knew he hit the mark.

"Did you? Because you turned your most loyal servant into a monster because she was raped by your uncle in your temple?" Apollo couldn't hide his disdain for the action for he could never understand why Athena would punish the poor woman for Poseidon's lack of morals and kindness.

"I had to!" Athena swiftly turned around, facing Apollo with a pulsating vein appearing on her forehead. He definitely struck a nerve.

"I couldn't do anything to punish him for defiling her and the sacred temple! The punishment is death, Apollo! I couldn't kill her for a sin she didn't commit! I certainly had no power to harm him. I could only turn her into Medusa, send her to exile and hope the snakes on her head protect her where I failed! They were supposed to protect her from vile men like our father and uncles!" Athena screamed, her throat raw as she rehashed her greatest failure.

"And I will help. I want to be there when the bastards draw their last breaths."

While his plan worked, it took him almost a year to gather any influence on Mount Olympus. He spent his time watching over Y/N and planning.

Hermes wasn't as patient.

He played his part of a dutiful god, helping souls cross over and placing them where they belonged. He tortured those who deserved it, smiled at his uncle as if he meant it, only to picture tearing him limb by limb once he turned his back on him.

Hades was always grim, striking fear in everyone. His long black hair left him looking unkempt, even though each strand was cleaned and combed by Persephone herself. His solemn, mournful look never quite disappeared, the pain of knowing Persephone wasn't with him by choice haunting him, even now. His blue eyes resembled the skies after rainfall, shimmers of happy under the terrible sadness. His beard is long, but very well maintained, not reaching too far from the chin. He still looked as a middle aged human, despite centuries of being alive, just as his father and uncle Poseidon did. Gods do age, but the process is so slow they might as well be immortal.

Managing to speak to his young sister, Hermes found little comfort in the lack of any action on his part. She didn't seem to mind her position much anymore. In fact, it looked like she's embraced her fate.

"I've come to respect my husband. Even care for him sometimes." She told him in confidence, sighing deeply right after as she trained her eyes to the ground, hiding her face from her brother. She meant it though. Hades wasn't horrible to her, rather a very agreeable. He gave her anything she asked of him, but it drained her to be trapped in literal hell. She's a goddess that represents spring but lives in eternal darkness.

"Don't you want more? To go home? Be free of the constant sound of screaming in the back of your mind?!" Hermes insisted, taking both her hands in his right one, his left cupping her cheek as he saw her lips tremble.

"Of course I do. But it can never be."

Hermes made her a promise to rescue her all those centuries ago, but he failed. Completely and utterly failed his sister and he never forgot that. The sting of her misery never left him and he wasn't going to fail her again. One pomegranate seed eaten an eternity ago shouldn't define her entire existence. In hindsight he should have warned her eating anything Hades offers her would tie her to the Underworld for good. He won't make the same mistake twice.

However, with each passing day, Hermes grew more bitter and unsteady, finding his fantasies of killing his uncle harder to keep at bay. The worst of it came whenever he'd see Y/N and his children, especially if he was mentioned or if his love shed a tear. He longed to be beside her, have an arm around her when she cried. Hell, she'd never cry if he was with her. He'd make sure she never does.

A year passed and all he got from his brother was reassurement things are going according to plan. But he wasn't in the Underworld, forced to be the worst version of himself. Inside the darkness, he let his hatred bloom until it took over. In his wrath, Hermes used dark magic, enchanting his golden chain that laid across his hips. Magic he used was draining, but effective, for when he wrapped the chain around Hades' neck, it burned his skin and pressed deeper every time the god tried to fight his death. However, he didn't fight for long, rather allowed Hermes to exact his revenge, welcoming death as an old friend rather than an enemy.

Present time ~ Mount Olympus

"There should be a trial." Athena stepped forth, her wisdom always appreciated as Zeus instantly nodded, agreeing.

"In all the time he's been alive, Apollo, Persephone, Hecate, Yashi Singh and Y/N Y/L/N have been the most relevant to his character." Zeus mentioning Hecate had Hermes and Apollo's hearts nearly stopping, but the mention of Y/N completely terrified them.

Apollo wanted nothing more than to add onto his brother's misery by kicking him while he's down for doing something so stupid when his plans would come to in less than a month. He wanted to tear the heavens apart because Y/N would be dragged into this mess and all because a his brother couldn't control his impulses.

Clapping his hands together, Zeus effectively brought Yashi to stand to Hermes' left, Hecate to his right. He turned his head in denial from left to right, watching two of his paramores glare him down, but Apollo's hands grabbing him to face forward is what stopped the very breath in his throat.

Y/N stood before them all, confused and terrified as she looked around, two little humans holding onto her legs, each claiming one as their prize possession. She paled, tucking her hair behind her ears before bending down ever so slightly, her hands each situated at the back of her children's backs.

That's when she truly notices not only Ethan on his knees, looking like he's a step away from imminent death, but Grayson who looks like he's about to pass out. However, seeing Hecate is when she feels panic spreading through her veins, clouding her judgement.

She's older, fresh out of college. She was supposed to start a new job, move back home so the kids have a good place to grow up in and now she's either completely mad or she's standing in Mount Olympus, something terrible looming over her head.

That's when Zeus spoke, not allowing Y/N to even come closer to her once upon a time, to even touch them.

"You are all here to bear witness what happens when a god falls from grace."

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koly125-blog · 4 years

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Children's Beds and Bedroom Furniture - A Buyers Guide

There are so many possibility available when observing at beds and device for children's rooms. The beginning of the internet has had a massive impression on the choices available to ourselves as consumers, but with so much selection how do we chose which furniture is benefit for our children?

The resolutions to this inquest is obviously different for every progenitor although there are some basic reservation that you tins ask yourself before you start looking which should ultimately help you type the right decision.

What Style of Bed?

The first question is what makes of bed should I be observing for? This may sound like an queer starting grain but even the most basic of quest on the mesh will reveal that there is a massive picks of makes and styles of children's bottom on the market. They basically intervals down as follows:

Traditional Single Beds & Bedroom Sets Captains Beds - Slightly higher than a example single usually with storage or a sleepover covering underneath Cabin Beds or Midsleepers - A covering between 60 and 80cm off the lands with either device or a "den" underneath Bunk Beds Highsleeper Beds - A bed between 130 and 150cm off the countryside with either disparity or furniture underneath Traditional fashion single bottom and captains bottom are suitable for descendants of almost any years where as cottage beds suit children from 4 era and bunks and highsleepers are not recommended for descendants under 6 years of age. Obviously every youngsters is different and you as a protector will know if you sense comfortable leasing your kid sleeping on the particular bed you chose.

The more traditional single layers with matching device will occupation in bigger rooms as will a captains bed, however if your space is small and you demand to optimise the room you have then a cottage bed, highsleeper of bunks may be the way to go.

What Do You Want the Bed / Furniture to Do?

This sounds like an queer inquiry but there are a number of layers building procedure on the fairs which provide a flexible alternatives for you kids. If you simply shortage a bed that testament end your youngster 4 or 5 era then there are many cheap beds on the bazaar that will do this post well. Although it is a cliché it is also true to say that you get what you salaries for. If your thing is a more long semester answer then a structure design may be the funds to go.

So What is a Building System?

Put simply this is a modular diagram that allows you change your child's bed as they get older. They evidence start as a single bed, add an extension group and they tins be changed into bunks, a midsleeper or a highsleeper. This is an excellent election if you have a number of descendants and you pondering their needs might change as they get older.

Safety!

obviously this is the bulk important issue when you are observing at anything for for your children. Many cheaper bunks, highsleepers and midsleepers do not weigh enough to avoid "tipping", you should always ask whether these sorts of beds should be fixed to the wall to avoid this issue. The more expensive brands generally do not suffer with this issue. You should also look carefully at the safety bars on the covering to ensure that they are sturdy enough to protect your child from declining and that they are deep enough to ensure they cannot cob out of a higher bed. Another issue with higher beds is the mattress depth. Traditionally mattresses are made to a depth of between 18 and 25cm. Most higher beds on the market would become dangerous with a mattress towards the upper end of this scale, ask your retailer what the recommended mattress clarity is on the stratum before you buy a mattress.

Try the Bed Out First!

Although it is easy to order online nowadays you tins not beat eyesight your youngster trying out the bottom before you buy. Unfortunately there are not many position where you can see a full profile of children's bottom on parade but I would always recommend that you proceeds time to find somewhere to see the covering you are considering before you buy it. This resources you can assess whether you are happy that your descendants evidence be comfortable using ladders or getting in and out of the bed.

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alexthegamingboy · 4 years

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Toonami Weekly Recap 11/23/2019 (The Forge Edition, Week 3)

My Hero Academia Shie Hassaikai Arc Season 4 EP#65 (02) - Boy Meets...: Izuku battles Sir Nighteye to get his stamp and approval to join his agency. However, midway through battle, Nighteye reveals a secret about All Might that shakes Izuku's confidence greatly.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#05 - Find Polpo's Fortune!: News of Polpo's apparent suicide reaches the organization, along with suspicion that Bucciarati knows the location of Polpo's hidden fortune. Meanwhile, Giorno is introduced to the other members of Passione: Leone Abbacchio, Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista and Pannacotta Fugo. After learning of Polpo's death, Bucciarati takes his team on a yacht to Capri to retrieve Polpo's fortune and attain the rank of capo. Narancia, Mista and Fugo mysteriously vanish, leading Bucciarati to suspect someone has sneaked onto the yacht and is targeting him for the fortune. Giorno deduces that the others are still alive and acts as bait to lure out the enemy Stand, prompting Abbacchio, who initially distrusted Giorno, to bring out his own Stand.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba EP#07 - Muzan Kibutsuji: Tanjiro enters the demons' swamp to fight two of them, while Nezuko protects Kazumi and the human girl from the other. Although the air is thin and the swamp is dark, his Water Style shows its true power when underwater, allowing him to create a whirlpool that eviscerates the two and return quickly to the surface. The siblings confront the final demon, who has been severely injured, and Tanjiro demands that he tell him anything about Muzan, causing the demon to become completely terrified, shocking Tanjiro. Nezuko falls asleep after her battle and returns to her box as Tanjiro comforts the devastated Kazumi and returns Satoko's hair ribbon he found in the swamp. Kazumi is in grief at first, but after realising that Tanjiro had gone through something similar, apologises. Tanjiro journeys to Asakusa per his Kasugai crow's directions, and to his horror, locates Muzan living in disguise as the father of a human family by following his scent. Muzan, recognising that Tanjiro is from the Demon Slayer Corps, casually slices the neck of a passerby, turning him into a demon.

One-Punch Man 2 EP#07 (19) - The S Class Heroes: Child Emperor (S Class Hero Rank 5) uses his robot Underdog Man No. 22 to analyze a monster named Eyesight's poisons to find a cure for the paralysis. Child Emperor then proceeds to detonate Underdog Man when it's near Eyesight, but that did not successfully kill her as she hardened her skin. Eyesight then manages to find Child Emperor, but is interrupted and eaten by Pig God (S Class Hero Rank 10). Pig God decides to go after the other monsters in Y-City afterwards. Garou tries to go after Watchdog Man (S Class Hero Rank 12), but a monster beats him to it. Drive Knight (S Class Hero Rank 9) interrogates a monster he spared after killing the others. Death Gatling (Class A Hero Rank 8) gathers other heroes to fight Hundred Eyes Octopus, but Flashy Flash (S Class Hero Rank 13) arrives and grievously wounds it with his incredible speed. Right when Flashy Flash is about to unleash his final move, Tatsumaki (S Class Hero Rank 2) arrives and kills Hundred Eyes Octopus with ease, berating Flashy Flash for being too slow before leaving, but not before Flash insults her back. Amai Mask kills monsters in his concert and Mumen Rider and Tank Top Master defeat monsters in the hospital. Atomic Samurai attends a meeting with the Council of Swordsmasters (Nichirin, Amahare, Zanbai, and Haragiri) to discuss the Garou problem. Haragiri reveals that he has sided with the Monster Association, and gives the sword masters 3 monster cells which will amplify their strength, speed and skill at the cost of their humanity and turning them into monsters. Haragiri tries to kill Atomic Samurai (as Atomic Samurai is too much of a threat). but Atomic Samurai slays Haragiri before leaving with his disciples (Bushidrill, Iaian and Okamaitachi) to find the Monster Association base. Meanwhile in the Super Fight Tournament, Saitama defeats Sourface and Choze before facing off against Suiryu in the finals, with Suiryu promising to show Saitama what martial arts are all about. During the fight Suiryu begins to express his disdain about the hero lifestyle, and tries to persuade Saitama not to become a hero since it is pointless and boring to do heroic justice and save the day. Instead, Suiryu remarks that people with great strength such as Saitama should seek thrills, just like him before he kicks Saitama in the head. Angered and annoyed, Saitama lets the kick connect, knocking the wig off his head. Finally exposed, Saitama throws a short range punch while exclaiming that if Suiryu's goal is to seek fun, he shouldn't try to make himself stronger than he is currently. However, Saitama restrains his punch before it hits Suiryu, which creates a powerful shock wave that blows off Suiryu's clothes, exposing his muscular body and leaving him in a state of deep shock. Despite Saitama being disqualified, Suiryu still attacks Saitama in anger, even using his final attack (Void Phoenix Ascension Fist). Saitama is unfazed by the assault. When Saitama says that martial arts are techniques that make you look cool, and starts spinning around, Suiryu tries to attack Saitama yet again but is knocked back by Saitama into a wall while taking Saitama's white belt, resulting in Saitama's pants falling down. Despite Suiryu embarrassing Saitama with that action, he is still in deep shock that he lost. In the post-credit scene, Genos wakes up from the wreckage, and a monster is heading toward the Martial Arts Tournament.

Dr. Stone Village Games Arc EP#14 - Master of Flame: Magma tricks Kinro into consulting the referee so he can attack from behind and win the match for himself. He then has Mantle throw his match against Chrome in order to disqualify Kohaku, who fails to get back in time. Faced in a one-sided semi-final match against Magma, Chrome uses his own tears with Suika's mask to create a magnifying lens that can start a fire. Needing to buy time, Gen returns and uses his "sorcery" to distract Magma long enough for Chrome to set fire to Magma's clothes and win the match.

Fire Force EP#17 - Black and White and Gray: Shinra is freed from his bindings by Hibana and immediately heads back to the workshop, bypassing the fight between Arthur, Flail and Mirage. Inside the workshop, Giovanni continues to destroy Vulcan's equipment until he breaks Vulcan's projector, which reveals the key to Amaterasu. As Giovanni attempts to kill Vulcan, Shinra blasts his way in the workshop and knocks back Giovanni. Lisa uses her magnet-based pyrokinesis to subdue Shinra, but Vulcan has Iris press random buttons to eject magnetized metal equipment which nullifies Lisa's powers. However, as Hibana was aiding Arthur against Flail and Mirage, one of the metal equipment Iris ejected inadvertently hits Hibana and knocks her out. Shinra is able to gain the advantage over Giovanni and knocks him outside the workshop. Once outside, Shinra finally meets Sho and is overjoyed to finally reunite with him. However, Sho uses his incredible speed to subdue Shinra and seriously injure Arthur. Victor arrives in the nick of time and uses a truck to pickup Shinra, Arthur, Iris, Vulcan, Yu and Hibana to escape. Just as Sho is able to catch up with the group, Joker intervenes and matches Sho's speed and power as they fight. As Shinra and the others escape to safety, Joker retreats, but not before damaging Sho's sword. Yu is taken to the hospital for his injuries as Vulcan agrees to go to the 8th for safety. Victor denies Hibana's claims that he led Sho and his followers to Shinra. At the Company 8 firehouse, Vulcan is surprised to see that the 8th is not like how he perceived the Fire Force to be. The next day, Vulcan returns to the workshop with Shinra and Arthur to visit his father and grandfather's grave one more time. Vulcan tells father and grandfather that to save the world, he will have to break his promise and join the Fire Force.

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma Totsuki Autumn Election Arc EP#20 - The Dragon Lies Down and Ascends the Skies: With the challenge of creating a curry dish set, many of the contestants set off to visit their families and study up on spices during the remainder of the summer. Soma stays at the dorms to try out various spice combinations. The Autumn Election preliminaries soon arrive, and it is revealed that only the top four from each group will make it through to the tournament phase. As the contestants begin cooking, Soma appears to have fallen asleep.

Lupin the 3rd Part 5 Enzo Bron Arc EP#23 - Just Then, An Old Buddy Said Something: Enzo is triumphant about capturing Lupin III, but coldly disregards the reappearance of his long-lost daughter Ami. Zenigata and Yatagarasu take the wounded Lupin and the remorseful Goemon into custody, while Fujiko remains Enzo's willing prisoner, secure in her faith that Lupin will return for her. Although hunted by the police, Jigen later intercepts the prison transport carrying Lupin and Goemon and frees them using a sub-armory of weapons stashed in his car. However, despite the technological odds against him, Lupin refuses to reject his lifestyle as a master thief, and instead seeks refuge in the Grand Duchy of Cagliostro. Hidden below the ruined castle, Lupin turns the tables against Enzo by using PeopleLog to air the dirty laundry of the world's governments. As Shake Handz begins to suffer from the first wave of repercussions, Lupin and his friends initiate the first phase of their final strike.

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#96 - The Black Bulls Captain vs. the Crimson Wild Rose: The Midnight Sun members all begin to disintegrate as they too are sacrificed to fuel the resurrection. All over the Clover Kingdom humans begin to transform as the souls of the elves are reincarnated into their bodies, including most of the Royal Knights. Patry declares that the extinction of humans has begun as the reincarnated elves begin their attack. Yami is confronted by two elves in the bodies of Owen and Marx but he manages to knock both elves unconscious. He is suddenly attacked by the elf possessed Charlotte whose blue roses have turned red. As they fight the elf still acts and moves like Charlotte and Yami realises the resurrection had removed all the lingering effects of her childhood curse and the elf is now using Charlottes full magical power as it was meant to be. Sol arrives to save Charlotte but is eventually convinced by Yami to leave with the Wizard King's body. Yami angrily confronts Charlotte for allowing an elf to control her. The elf responds with one of Charlotte's most powerful spells. Yami, knowing the spell could completely destroy the city, uses his Dark Cloaked Dimension Slash to try and stop it. Back in the Midnight Sun's base Noelle and Kirsch prepare to fight two possessed Royal Knights, one of whom is Luck.

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request: hc's of the paladins seeing their s/o lose a limb in battle?

shiro, keith, lance, hunk, pidge

- mod asteria ✨

You didn’t really expect it to go that badly. Really. It was a simple mission. Get into the base, release some prisoners, direct them to escape pods and then get back to the castle. Without dying. Or suffer some sort of injury.

Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened.

You were fighting. That was all that you could recall. You were surrounded by Galra sentries and fighting desperately to complete your mission. The battle was hard and your opponent was tough. There was a sudden flash of weapons, then you lost feeling in your [non dominant] hand. In your daze, you were knocked down and all you remembered was screaming from your fellow paladins before you dropped to the ground.

Shiro

shiro doesn’t seem to panic on the outside

inside? he’s kinda panicking

first, he checks to make sure that nothing can hurt you while you’re unconscious

next, he either shout orders at the other paladins to make sure nothing else similar happens

or he charges in and proceeds to take down every single sentry around him

when he knows that you aren’t in any immediate danger, he’s picking you up (carefully) and making his way back in the castle to get you into a healing pod

he’s feels really bad once he discovers that you’ve pretty much lost your [non dominant] arm

even if you brush it off, he’s not going to let go of it

please make him feel better

“hey shiro we match!”

“yes [name], that’s not necessarily a good thing”

his dad mode turns on for the first few weeks after the incident and trying to help you work your way around without the use of an arm

will eventually ask allura if there’s any altean tech which can help you or which can replace your arm (like his kinda did)

Keith

keith just turns scary

once he realises you’re injured with some not very pg-13 rated injuries, he’s really mad

he just kinda turns into a fighting machine and within a few seconds or so, whichever enemy had injured you is also gone now

as well as any surrounding sentries

actually, every other enemy they were fighting previously

to be honest, it’ll be up to mainly the other paladins to make sure you’re safe as keith is already running off to destroy enemies

he does not care if the galra have some sort of sob story they plead him with, they hurt you and they’re going down

shiro has to calm him down afterwards because although it’s normally you calming keith down, you kinda physically can’t at the moment

afterwards, he mopes around in front of your healing pod and hoping desperately that you’ll survive

he sits there, looking at you and where your arm once was and feels really bad about not protecting you well enough

he heads to the training deck every now and then, letting out his frustation out at the training bot

once you’re out, he doesn’t leave your side and just low-key clings on you

if you need anything, he’s there and ready to help

Lance

lance freezes at first, then he sees that you’ve gotten hurt

he rushes to you, sees the extent of the damage and his heart feels like it’s stopped

he says something reassuring, although you can’t hear him

and from next to you, he’s suddenly shooting every enemy with some scary accuracy

soon, pretty much it’s all safe and lance just picks your unconscious body up and gets back to the castle as fast as his legs will take him

you’re immediately inside the healing pod and he waits outside the entire time

a lot like keith, he also stares at where your arm once was and feels really sad

like, how are you going to just survive in general?

and he mentally declares that he’s going to stick by your side to help you wherever he can

once you’re out, he does just that

it gets a bit annoying sometimes to the point where he’s carrying you around everywhere bridal style

if you tell him to stop, he’ll pout and stop for a bit

like shiro, he’ll eventually go to allura or coran to see if there’s any altean tech that can be used to get use of an arm back

Hunk

hunk feels extremely conflicted

he’s scared, annoyed, angry and sad all at the same time

he panics at first, then once he calms down, he’s hauling you up as carefully as he can and making sure that you’re not dying on him

might throw up if he focuses on the fact that you’re lowkey bleeding out and no longer have an arm

once you’re in the healing pod, he visibly relaxes

but he’s still worried

his time is spent half watching you and half stress-baking

when the paladins get hungry, it’s nice, but it got a little out of hand

when you wake up, he’s already hugging you and rambling on about how sorry he is

even if you comfort him, he’ll still continue to feel really bad about letting you get hurt

he’s a sweet boy and he’s constantly helping you with whatever you need

he’s not like lance tho, he can tell when you really don’t want him to baby you

he’ll probably employ pidge to build you an arm after a while because he can’t bear to see you struggle when you need to do something with two arms

Pidge

pidge freezes and she just stops

she’s terrified for the moment because she thinks that she’s going to lose you and having lost her brother & dad before, that’s not good when you’re her s/o

she stops what she’s doing, shouts to the other paladins that she’s heading back with you and just zooms as fast as she can to the castle

her heart is pounding and she just wants you to be alive

she can see the fact that you kinda don’t have an arm, but she pushes her feelings down

once you’re safe inside the healing pod, she moves all her equipment to the infirmary (?) so she can be there when you wake up

when you’re out, she’s just quiet

she doesn’t know what to say or do

scold you for not being careful?

cry and apologise for not doing better?

you make the first move to hug her

it’s a bit awkard because your arm is kinda not there

pidge then gets to work building a prosthetic arm because she can do that and she will do that for her s/o

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