#yes this is mostly about losing the informal you distinction

[whiskeysmulti]

Sigh—I’ll try for all the KHR muses and only them because I have enough credibility to speak on them. We know the reason why I won’t speak on the other muses tho I technically know them. My fingers will DIE if I write for all of them. SO! Let’s get started! In no particular order! Tumblr better not word limit me--

Enma and Dino are both rather clumsy muses and I’ve seen some Dino’s out there be mostly characterized by their clumsiness and their affable nature, and sometimes they neglect the side of him that’s very suave, cool, and powerful. I like the fact that you do remember that he’s got that coolness to him and that he doesn’t seem to shrink back away from Hibari. He’s got some fight in him, which I find somewhat new from what I’ve mostly seen historically on dash. Enma, is still clumsy but  you also see a lot of deprecation and worries about how others may perceive him (including his own famiglia) and you can feel the way this damaged the relationship he has with himself. Even still, he isn’t so dejected and broken over his circumstances that he neglects things that interest him. From the choices of memes sent from him, I can see that despite his clumsiness and how he’s not good at much, he still tries. He’s got heart. He’s not just some kid who is seemingly depressed and that’s the end all be all. There’s more to him than that and I adore that.

Gomen Primo Shimon-- //sets him aside  

SO! Primo Storm! It’s a hard one, considering Amano gave us so little information to work off of, but from discord conversations, it’s fascinating to listen to the thoughts and ideas that you have for him and then incorporate ideas for what you think fits his characterization. I like how there is definitely a clear difference between G and Gokudera, like G isn’t being treated like a ‘calmer Gokudera’. He feels like his own individualistic character. A big thing that I particularly like is the fact that the way G thinks of, around Giotto feels like one would a friend- and not a subordinate/loyal fanboy doggo (which some people have portrayed Gokudera as) and that distinction between the way the two convey their loyalty towards their ‘boss’ is subtle but incredibly important. I’ve never mentioned it, but I’ll do it here. I love that you paid attention to that and make it distinct. Whether you did so consciously or not, I picked up on it and Love it. A lil gruff, but he’s got the good intentions.

Admittedly, I haven’t seen much of Mukuro and I don’t send to him because--- I’m not the fondest of Mukuro personally lololol He makes me feel on edge because he intimidates me. He’s got Chrome and Tsu-chan so he doesn’t need Haru to bother him kekekeke he’ll live! Moving on!

Shoichi Irie from what I’ve seen a lil bit of (gomen I’ll try to send him more things WHEEZE) has that slight awkward and nervous air about him, but it’s only like a small accent of his persona. Shoichi is still mostly calm and a bit quiet. I think you do well in keeping him mostly calm but with that smallest bit of secret trembling chihuahua energy. He’s a good kid and you’re doing great in portraying that in the lil bit that I’ve seen of him.

Phew… the last one…did I lose you yet? Lol Let’s see… at this point I don’t remember what I’ve said and what I haven’t yet so let’s just--- go for it. We’ve established the fact that I enjoy the way you flesh out your characters. (For those not privy, reading this not knowing what I mean, I use it to mean that a character feels realistic as if they are of flesh and blood. So they aren’t just a 2d representation of a muse) I’ll go more in depth as to what I mean. I’ve mentioned to you before that I haven’t really seen anyone address the fact that he could lose his hearing due to his choice of weaponry (something I’ve wondered about over the years) so I was pleasantly surprised when you did.

Yes, Gokudera has his anger issues and has such a LOVELY way with his words, but despite it, he cares for others and sometimes simply doesn’t realize just how badly his words can come off. When you take into consideration his upbringing compared to the rest of the cast, it puts into perspective why he can have such an attitude with people and may not readily understand that he could be hurting people. He doesn’t purposefully try to hurt people, and he doesn’t just lash out at people for the sake of lashing out. He’s rude, yes, but he has his moments when he’s just an average guy and he can be calm when interacting with those that jack up his blood pressure like Haru or Lambo. Simpler put: you don’t write his rudeness/anger like that’s simply how it is. There is a time and place for when he does, which does fit more in line with what we see in canon, instead of just making him rude to anyone aside from Tsuna- which isn’t the case.

Then the additional information you provide such as the issues he has with his insecurities, aversions to sweets, or his (lack of) eating habits which really give more depth to him as a character and why he has the motivations he does, and why he is the way he is. It’s a lot of thought and care put into explaining his thoughts and give reason behind his actions. It’s also very fun the way that he may be a genius but is a facking dumbass when it comes to his emotions. It is very sensical for his general character design because of the way he lived his life thus far. Anything he’s done that is kinda SQUINT, it’s fitting for how a guy in the mafia could think. The way he’s just so lost but slowly coming to the realization of feelings TM is so amusing and delicious from a chara dev lover like myself. The level of consideration and thought you put into his portrayal is very admirable and praiseworthy. It feels like you doubt yourself a lot and are very unsure of whether what you are doing is correct and I’m here to say that after me saying all this: I think you’re doing great. It doesn’t matter if you’re right or not in the realm of RP—NONE OF US ARE CANON BC THIS IS RP. It’s not canon source, so really, we’re ALL OOC. Despite that, anyone who knows Gokudera can look at him and go ‘yeah, okay, I can see what Whiskey is going for here’.

As a blanket statement, for your portrayal overall: You and I are both ‘Amano you were a coward, so I’ll fill in the character holes you didn’t fill in. I’ll do it for you, Queen’ energy. I enjoy the fact that we talk about things and you are open to what others may have to say as feedback or thoughts in general. I can provide random thoughts or insight into things and you’ll consider it. That’s important, as it suggests you aren’t so prideful that you would disdain others for offering their thoughts on a muse as you aim for an understanding of your muse.

I’m tired now so I’ll stop there (finally).

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal- accepting!

.Whiskey.

This was the one that made me cry. I always doubt my portrayals or if my headcanons make sense for the muses I write for. I constantly worry if I have them in character or if it doesn't fit. Because I've seen others who write strictly canon and I get discouraged. Dupe anxiety is a thing.

And you've told me before that one of the things you do like in my portrayls is the headcanons I put in and the fact I don't just throw something in and bullshit my way out of it, I fact check and study each muse and see if it makes sense or not before posting it. Which is what I've always gone for. Because "It's anime, I can do whatever I want" only goes so far when writing a canon portrayal. I always worry I diverge too much with them and have my muses OOC which isn't what I've tried to do, and to hear this, is reassuring. you're right, I do doubt a lot if I'm ruining the character or actually expanding on them like I try.

Thank you for catching those things in my portrayals and thank you again for the love and support.

#asks #whiskey speaks; ooc #queenharumiura #whiskey's treasures #save tag

[mindlesscreator91]

Lucas and his love island Journey

(Note: I had these thoughts for quite a while now but I was too embarrassed to post because I didn’t think it would make sense, but after seeing @0shewrites0 theory and some of @mercedesdecorazon works, I got inspired to post. Also the sections will be titled after movie puns, Idk why I did this.)

While I have gotten to love Lucas through fanfics and headcannons, I have yet to play his route ( I’m too stubborn to let Lottie have Gary). So all the information that I’m using for this is based off of Photos I’ve seen, information I’ve heard from Lucas stans on this website, and the occasional video that follows his route. So if I get any information wrong or if my reasoning feels slightly off, feel free to correct me. On top of that, the reason why I wanted to do this was because I was really curious about the discussion amongst fans about how glitchy his route was, and how developers haven’t really put much thought into it compared to the OG guys. There’s also this idea that he was supposed to be the secondary love interest, but after script changes it was dropped. So, out of curiosity, I tried piecing together the moments from his route and his Henrik’s route (since their kind of interconnected) to try and see the full story.

Lucas’ route aka How to Lose a Guy in 4 Days

In my opinion, I feel like Lucas‘ route was meant to be a the one that got away route. The islander who managed to connect with MC, but because of certain unfortunate circumstances, was taken away. So when he returns, it’s supposed to be this joyous moment between two people who were pulled apart and brought back together. If he does end up staying, he ends up with Henrik’s dialogue which makes it seem like he’s not interested, when in fact he is. The middle section of the game is so wired to Henrik, that if Lucas ends up staying, he ends up with Henrik’s dialogue and arc instead of his own.

What do I mean? When we first meet the guys you can tell that there’s distinct differences between them. The game goes out of their way to show how much of an odd couple dynamic they have, Lucas the posh rich boy with a seductive charm and a more mature outlook and Henrik the outdoorsy nature boy with a childlike sense of wonder. There dialogues match their personalities and even their relationships with the other islanders differ. For example, While Henrik is shown to have a great relationship with Bobby and Gary, enjoying their jokes and banter, Lucas is shown not responding positively to the both of them. Once we get past day 9, things get a little clunky, especially for Lucas. Fans have mentioned that he starts acting out of character, but I don’t think he’s just acting out of character, I think he’s acting as someone else entirely.

Lurik’s route a.k.a. Don’t Be a Menace on Love Island While Doing Henrik’s Route in the Villa

Like I said, the game gets real weird in the middle. Between the two of them, this section is mostly tailored towards Henrik, even though there’s certain moments that should have Lucas there instead of him. So there ends up being this weird middle ground were he’s not supposed to be there, but also him being there makes sense because of the side plot that they give him.

Let’s try breaking this down shall we? The section were Lucas is mostly important is during the Operation Nope arc, we see this plot point come up around days 10-12.

- [ ] After you finish talking to Priya and Bobby about Operation Nope, you head to the kitchen to see Gary and Lucas. If you take the diamond choice to tell them about the plan, Lucas says he should go find and check up on Hope.

- [ ] When you go to talk to Hope on the roof terrace, she mentions Noah’s comment about her excitement over Lucas.

- [ ] Later on if you listen in on Noah and Priya, Noah makes the comment about how both Jakub and Lucas are into Hope. (Yes he says this about Henrik too, but it doesn’t make sense because Henrik hasn’t shown any interest in Hope)

Once Jakub starts to slither his way in between Hope and Noah, there’s nothing left for Lucas to do. After this, everything else is purely Henrik. We don’t see anything tailored towards Lucas until his return.

Before I get to Casa, I want to go on a tangent about something that happens during the disaster recoupling. Before you get chosen, there’s a moment where Lurik seems almost reluctant to pick you, looking over at Noah (who’s with Priya) and they end up giving a really shitty speech. For the Lucas stans, That negative recoupling speech is supposed to be said by Henrik because of his lack of interest in MC. Remember when both men are introduced, their default dialogue has Lucas interested in Hope and MC, while Henrik has an interest in Priya and Lottie. You have to outright reject Lucas in order to get Henrik’s attention. Besides that, when Lucas leaves, Henrik has that dialogue claiming how you probably wish it was him who left instead of Lucas which again makes sense since by default, Lucas likes Mc. So when it comes time for the disaster recoupling, Henrik looking over at Priya and saying how he wants her make sense because he’s actually interested in her and he’s stuck choosing between Marisol (not interested), Chelsea (a girl he hasn’t known for that long and is clearly into Gary), Lottie (someone he had feelings for at one point but she became too wrapped up in Gary to acknowledge him), and the MC who (by default) has feelings for his friend Lucas. The reason Lucas says it on his route (the one where you have to use reverse psychology on the girls to get him to stay) is because the game has him programmed as Henrik. Lucas is not supposed to be there, Henrik is, so he ends up with his reactions and dialogue.

Continuing on, the whole casa amor arc is purely for Henrik. We see that he wanted the other girls, but got left with MC. On top of that, he saw how they didn’t reciprocate his feelings plus the video clip where it looks like MC was nibbling that guy’s ear (proving her lack of interest in him). So as a way to move on, he couples up with the first girl who showed interest in him, Blake. Why would Lucas, the man who is so interested in MC, choose Blake? Especially if MC showed her loyalty to him by rejecting the other guys in the main villa. While Henrik interprets the clip as her moving on because of past occurrences, I feel like Lucas would know the clip that he sees of her is of the same challenge he and the boys took. Heck, he and Hope (if you don’t take it) do the same 30 second kissing challenge. The only reason why Lucas chose Blake, was because Henrik chose Blake.

Gary the main and Lucas the secondary aka Rennell vs. Koh

Besides Henrik (obviously) and Noah somewhat, the only other guy that Lucas has a close tie to in his arc is Gary. When the guys first come in, theirs immediately this tension between Gary and Lucas. Gary thinks of Lucas as a cocky rich pretty boy, and Lucas thinks and even says Gary is a man who beds anything that walks. The tension worsens when Lucas reveals that he has an interest in MC causing Gary, who also has a crush on her no matter the route, to sweat. On top of that, Marisol mentions to Gary that MC may have feelings for him right back. The only time the rivalry gets pushed to the side, is when Roccogate happens. If you’re apart of the drama, Lucas defends you during the tweets game and either of them can have a moment to check on you at the fire pit. The rivalry ends when Lucas leaves the villa.

The only time the rivalry comes back is if your on a Gary's route during the R!Hannah drama. Lucas and Hannah are supposed to act as a test of temptation for you and Gary. Despite his behavior, Gary is not really tempted by Hannah. MC on the other hand, is kind of supposed to be tempted by Lucas. Both he and Gary have genuine feelings for MC and both of them also connected with her on a deep level, so when he comes back she’s stuck choosing between two great guys she got to know, her day 1 and the one who got away.

The rivalry officially ends when you choose between the two. If you choose Gary, you guys come out the whole ordeal much stronger. Fully trusting each other, and finally able to enjoy the rest of your stay in the villa in peace (well Lottie is still there, but at this point she’s irrelevant). If you choose Lucas without cheating, you guys reunite and also have a very nice time in the villa. Surprisingly, things go smoothly for both couples.

#litg #litg s2 #litg theories #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg gary #this is my first analysis piece #I don't know if it makes sense #did this at one in the morning

[naminethewriter]

What Dreams Are For

Chapter Three: Unexpected Confrontation

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Story Summary: Dreams are weird. Especially when you’re metaphysical. There is a distinction between your own dreams and that of your whole. Even though Roman doesn’t know at first that he’s trapped in a dream, he does know that something is wrong upon waking in an unfamiliar room. He thinks he’s in the Imagination but can’t say for sure. Just what has he gotten caught up in?

Cast as the evil Prince and forced to act out the twisted storyline of Thomas’ dream, Roman, with help from Patton and Virgil, needs to figure out what is happening while constricted by what his hateful character would do and say which is not at all pleasant.

We dream for a reason. And as much as Roman likes to be the center of attention, this dream isn’t about him. Someone else is crying out for help.

Content Warnings: Fighting, both physical and verbal, Insults, Partial Mind Control

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After only one and a half days, Roman has to admit that being a crown prince is less glamorous than it was depicted in fairytales. He mostly did either extremely boring paperwork or had tedious meetings with annoying nobles. It’s exhausting and he can’t wait for lunch which he will be having with both Patton and Virgil. Hopefully, they’ll have more information by then and could work on a strategy for getting out of here.

For now though, Roman has one last meeting to attend. Walking from his study to the drawing room is a nice change of pace and he enjoys the fresh air as he passes through a courtyard. If he didn’t have an entourage of two servants and his butler, he would have stayed a bit longer, but being punctual seems to be an important part of maintaining his image so he presses on.

Or he would have if not for the person entering his line of sight in that moment.

Dressed in his signature colors of black and green, Remus is staring right at him. Same as Roman, he doesn’t look much different from his usual appearance with the same brown hair and white streak, though it looks just longer than he keeps it in the Mindscape. His eyes are also the same piercing red that used to send a shiver down Roman’s spine.

As he takes in his brother’s appearance, Roman feels a burning anger rise up, alongside with deep annoyance and hatred that he could never truly feel for his twin, even if he had wanted to.

Every fiber of his being tells him to close the distance and hit Remus square in the face.

He hates feeling this way.

Yes, he doesn’t like Remus. They’re opposites, after all. But he never hated him.

He’s his brother.

He could never hate him.

This version of him seems to disagree.

“What are you doing here!” he demands, teeth gritted. “You are not to leave your wing.”

“Oh my, Your Royal Highness! What an honor to meet you out here!” Remus mocks, completely ignoring his words.

“Do not test me, Remus. You were ordered to stay put.”

“By whom? You? You can’t tell me shit.”

“You are as vulgar as always. Go back before I call my guards.”

“Oh, please do. I haven’t had a good tussle in days, I’m gonna lose my edge like this!”

Roman is fuming. Their argument has gathered a crowd of servants and workers alike that stare at the fighting princes. There is no way for Roman to dismiss all of them and have a one-on-one conversation with Remus and if he doesn’t leave of his own volition, he fears their confrontation is going to turn physical very soon.

Though he might be able to use that as an opportunity.

If he could touch Remus, then maybe he would be able to use their connection to break the hold the Imagination or whatever has on them.

Still, he would rather not have to trade blows with his brother.

“As long as the King is away, I have the highest authority in this castle, Remus! So, if I say you are not to set foot out of your wing, you will not set foot out of your wing!”

“I am so sick of you acting all high and mighty, Ro-bro.” The nickname that Remus had once used as a sign of their closeness now drips like poison from his lips.

“I have earned my position! Maybe you should have thought about your reputation when you had your little tantrum!”

“Is that what you’re calling it now? Me reasonably rejecting your fucking stupid policies is a ‘little tantrum?!’ Fuck off!”

“If you were capable of a proper discussion, I might be willing to hear you out. However, if you continue to just throw profanities around, then there is no point to giving you my very valuable time.”

“Oh! I am so sorry I am wasting your precious time by daring to disagree with you, oh perfect and infallible Crown Prince Roman, hero of the people! How dare I have an individual thought and not just nod along to whatever you say and sing your praises!” Remus presses his hands over his mouth in a very obviously mocking fashion and Roman can’t hold himself back anymore.

He closes the distance between them in a few steps and grabs Remus by his shirt. His mouth opens, ready to yell at his twin even louder, but in his mind, Roman pushes to connect his creative energy with Remus’.

As they do, a pulse wave emits from them and everything around them freezes.

Yes! It worked! He and Remus are in control!

“Ro?” Remus’ unusually subdued voice brings Roman out of his internal celebration. He focuses on Remus’ eyes and instead of the same relief he thought he would see there, there is hesitation and resignation. Only half a second later, Roman feels his control of the situation start to slip away again.

“Re! Help me control it! We can fix this, together!”

“No, we can’t, Ro.”

Roman furrows his brows, both in confusion and concentration on upholding their link.

“What are you talking about?! Of course we can! We’re creativity! We can do anything here!”

“Not right now, we can’t. This isn’t our creation.”

“Then whose is it?!”

“It’s—”

Remus is cut off by their connection shattering. It’s like they both receive an electric shock, and they flinch apart. Additionally, there’s a loud buzzing jumping around in his head, so for a moment, Roman doesn’t notice that his body had used his lapse in control to shove Remus to the ground and start berating him further.

“You are a failure, Remus! And that is solely your own fault! If you had listened to me, none of this would have happened! But no, you just had to open your mouth, didn’t you? I told you this would happen, that everyone would turn their back on you and still you couldn’t help yourself, could you? It’s almost as if being the biggest disappointment imaginable was your life’s mission!”

Roman tries to stop himself from talking further but his mouth keeps spitting insults and his hands have drawn his sword, pointing it at Remus’ chest and stopping him from getting back up. His brother glares at him from the ground, teeth gritted. The people around them watch and whisper but none of them dare interfere.

“Nobody cares for you, Remus,” Roman hisses, leaning down towards him and talking quieter though he can probably still be heard rather well in the otherwise silent courtyard. “I tried my best, I really did, but how do you expect me to love you if you continue to screw up over and over again?”

“What’s going on here?”

For the second time in two days, Roman wants to cry as he sees Patton coming towards him. He knows neither he nor Remus are in control, knows that Remus knows it, too, but the look in his eyes, of hurt and anger and hatred… He doesn’t want to see it anymore.

“The Second Prince left his wing against orders and refused to return upon Crown Prince Roman’s command,” Roman’s butler explains to Patton as he reaches the twins. The Royal Advisor sighs before stepping forward and lightly pulling Roman off Remus.

“I understand you trying to enforce the rules, Your Royal Highness, but you didn’t need to intervene yourself,” he scolds. At least, that’s what his words imply but his voice doesn’t hold any harshness. “I will make sure he returns to his wing, please continue with your day and leave this to me, alright?”

Roman clicks his tongue quietly but nods, sheathing his sword. He glares at Remus one more time before walking away.

“Roman! Give back what you stole from me!” his brother calls, still on the ground. Roman stops in his tracks. He stole something?

“If you wanted me to leave you alone you shouldn’t have messed with what’s mine first,” he scoffs at his brother, crossing his arms.

“I didn’t do anything. Especially not something that would make it seem like I’m copying you.” Burning anger flares up in him again and Roman is about to draw his sword a second time when Patton steps back between them.

“Stop it! This conversation is over, Prince Remus. Crown Prince Roman has work to do and you’ve held him up long enough.” He turns to Roman and motions towards the castle. “Please go now, Your Royal Highness.”

He hesitates for a moment, the anger is still there, urging him to get at least one hit in, but Patton’s firm eyes stop him and he turns to leave again.

“Fucking coward,” he hears Remus mutter behind him. He ignores him and moves forward.

“Now, I understand that staying inside isn’t all that exciting, Prince Remus, but you cannot ignore Royal decrees just because you feel like it!” Patton starts lecturing and Roman is sure that he won’t stop berating him for a while.

He feels a sense of satisfaction rise in his chest at the thought. It’s an ugly feeling. And an unjust one.

Remus had simply gone outside.

Roman had been the one to attack him, shove him to the ground and draw a weapon on him.

And all he gets is one sentence that could hardly be called scolding while Remus is most likely going to get an hour-long lecture.

If he were in control of his body, Roman thinks he would probably be shaking. He feels sick to his stomach.

At least he got some information out of their confrontation:

Remus is indeed here.

He and Roman disagree on politics which has led to a falling out it seems, not only between the princes but also between Remus and the rest of the court.

He stole something from Remus after he ‘messed’ with something of his.

It isn’t much, but it’s something to work with.

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With this chapter I would like you to appreciate once again the incredible art that @failingatfailing and @wolfy-do-art-stuff created for this story! It depicts both Roman and Remus as they are perceived by the citizens of the kingdom. Their two posts are here and here! Please give them some love 🥰

#namiswriting #What Dreams Are For #Chapter Three: Unexpected Confrontation #creativitwins #platonic royality #ts roman #roman sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #fighting #both physical and verbal #insults #partial mind control #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[foxingpeculiar]

FF16 blogging: about to head off toward Twinside with Goetz. Spoilers up to that point.

I figured out what was nagging at me about Byron. It sounds like whoever’s voicing him is doing a John Cleese impression. Not a complaint, just an observation.

Okay, so I was wrong—that wasn’t Joshua/Ultima, that was apparently Harbard. But he also refers to Clive as Mythos and generally seems to be clued in to what’s going on, as does Barnabas. But how do they know what they know (and, again, how did Cid recognize Ultima) if there’s apparently no record of it, “nor even the conspicuous absence that would suggest concealed information” (Tomes)?

It’s clear that Clive is some kind of perfect vessel—that’s why he can absorb powers from other Eikons, plus Ultima basically said as much, and that “you were created for this purpose.” But by whom? My gut says Annabella has something to do with it, and maybe Olivier is some kind of second attempt or something? I still don’t know exactly what their end goal is, though, although it’s clearly… y’know, not good.

Did Kupka see Benedikta (naked, naturally) because the crystal was fucking with him, or was he just kind of totally losing his shit at that point? Might be a small distinction, but might be significant. Also, the way Harbard talks to him like a pet during their exchange in the dining room is suitably creepy.

So, I’ve mostly been avoiding reading anything about the game, but one of the few scraps I’d picked up was that the Titan fight was one of the hardest ones. And I got through the first phase like “pfff… he hit me like once, that was NOT hard.” Then there were two more phases and things got kinda nuts. I managed it in one go, but ended it with like 1/4 health and no Firelight. I did laugh cos like, twice during that fight Ifrit either cuts off his arms or smashes his hands. Like that’s a thing between the two of them.

But I’ve still only died a few times. And like 5 of them were to the Atlas hunt, the first S-rank hunt and the first one where I’m like “maybe I’ll come back to this later.” I was fighting him at level 33 (he’s at 45) and I can allllllllllllmost get him, but not quite yet.

Okay, what’s with the Medicine Girl? Cos she’s shown up 3 times now, and is on Vivian’s “persons of interest” chart off by herself. So there’s something going on there. But she only ever just passes by really quick so I don’t know what they’re doing with her.

So Dion is the queer rep here. Okay, good to know. And damn if Joshua doesn’t know how to make a dramatic entrance. Olivier becoming Emperor… well, I can understand why that would make zero sense to Dion on a couple of levels. But if there’s a “second vessel” type long-game being played here, then yeah. Still seems early to make that move, again, the kid is like 6, but go off, I guess.

I am very excited about the Enterprise, even though the quest-trilogy to get it built was a little sidequesty. I suppose it’s about having a moment with the characters, but when it was making me choose between Otto and Gav (I warily picked Gav), I was like “oh shit, is one of them going to die or something?” And was real nervous for a minute, until he started getting on with the “sappy shite.” Chose Jill over Tarja (whom I like, but c’mon) and hell yes I’ll split some soup and a pie with you girl, that sounds awesome.

The most interesting sidequest so far has been the one I got from the Alliant Reports dude re: Quentin. Cos, first, you get some of his backstory (fuck the system, take direct action and slit some throats), but moreso because it remains unresolved. When the quest ended, he was preparing for “war” and the next time I was in Lostwing for something, it was being evacuated. That and, at the point I am now, I’ve acquired some quests at the Hideaway that are the first ones I can’t just immediately go wrap up, one at a time. It won’t let me go anywhere but along the main story path for now, so I have to let them stack for a second and deal with them later.

Which is kind of an indication that the sidequests, like the Eikon fights, are getting more sophisticated as the game goes on. And that’s kind of interesting.

Okay, Mid’s lifeboat speech was fun, that bit with the flowers on the wind off Cid’s grave reminded me of the intro to FF8, and Goetz is a little TOO excited about coming along on this one. But let’s see what crazy thing happens next.

#personal #video games #ff16 #ff16 spoilers #final fantasy xvi

[freshbros-blog]

Is Delta 8 Legal In Indiana

The Ultimate Guide To 'Legal Weed?' In Indiana? Delta 8 Thc Is Everywhere

Delta 8 has actually been receiving a lot of interest just recently. And also hi, you may be just as curious about what this compound isand most notably, whether it is legal. Recognizing the federal regulation and also state law of hemp products can really feel like browsing a puzzle.

The hemp plant has numerous various compounds, as well as delta 8 happens to be one of them. Unlike its cousin delta 9, delta 8 can only be discovered in extremely marginal amounts in the hemp plant. Nonetheless, delta 9 as well as CBD can both be converted right into delta 8 THC through chemical processes.

However they aren't the same point, also though they come from the same source. What are the differences in between delta 8 and delta 9! The only distinction in molecular make-up in between delta 9 and also delta 8 is this: A carbon-carbon double bond. Basically, delta 8 THC has a dual bond on the 8th carbon, therefore its name.

Unknown Facts About Indiana Lawmakers Will Explore Marijuana Decriminalization ...

Eventually, the results you experience from delta 8 THC are really various from what you would experience from consuming delta 9. Delta 8 THC does get you high. Not the same high you would certainly experience from delta 9.

This high is compelling with a rapid-onset. Depending on your choices, you may opt for one over the various other. As of this time around of composing, yes, delta 8 is legal in Indiana. Simply put, delta 8 THC can be legitimately had, marketed, and made in Indiana. In Indiana? Well, the laws in Indiana bordering delta 8 THC presently follow the federal legislation.

The federal regulation is distinguished in the 2018 Ranch Costs. Before the farm expense, all hemp-derived items and compounds were thought about prohibited. This properly made hemp a controlled compound. Yet this bill notes one of the best transforming points for the legalization of hemp products. As kept in mind in the 2018 Ranch Costs, hemp-derived items are as long as this standard is satisfied: The item must.

Delta 8 Thc In Indiana - Is It Legal & And Where To Buy for Dummies

Delta 9 is discussed, yet where does delta 8 come into the picture? Well, given that delta 8 THC and delta 9 from hemp plants are different compounds,. But this does not mean that delta 8 is lawful in every state, since each state still reaches choose for itself whether or not hemp-derived products are lawful.

To err on the side of care, it's ideal to stick to delta 8 edibles or tinctures to obtain your delta 8 repair. To keep you up to speed up, here's what you need to recognize about delta 8's validity in Indiana: Delta 8 THC is government lawful.

Regional dispensaries provide ease and rate, mostly since you can have a bag of gummies ready to enter 15 mins. You reach avoid the shipment wait time, yet purchasing delta 8 THC from online shops features a host of advantages also, such as the following: Particular shops supply discount rates, sales, as well as complimentary distribution.

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There's a large range of items, tastes, and also types of delta 8 THC you can pick from. Getting a product online enables you to avoid the drive to your local shop. You can inspect the laboratory test outcomes and other item information on the website (we'll clarify why this is necessary later) - is delta 8 legal in indiana.

You can conveniently contrast costs as well as items from shop to shop (without needing to lose gas). If you're seeking the most effective delta 8 THC products in Indiana, there are some things you must maintain an eye out for. Not all products are of high quality, so reading previous user reviews can offer you an excellent scale of how good the item is.

These ought to be made publicly available on the site for transparency functions. Since there are state hemp legislations in Indiana on delta 8 THC products, you'll have to make sure the product you're acquiring is compliant at the federal level. The laboratory test results show just how much delta 9 THC is consisted of within the product, and it ought to have less than 0.

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Delta 8 casts come in liquid form. is delta 8 legal in indiana. You'll drop this liquid below your tongue, and the delta 8 THC will cross the membrane layers in your mouth before entering your blood stream. Practical, mess-free, as well as subtle tinctures are a wonderful alternative for those trying to find products with a quicker onset of action.

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Exipure Review - Does It Really Work & Legit?

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Once you accumulate a serious amount of stubble fat, losing weight just becomes another New Year’s resolution that's far away from happening in reality. Especially when you get stuck in the loop of busy work schedules and unrestricted weekend holidays, it's normal to forget the road that takes you to the gym.

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Yes, some supplements are scary as they contain harmful and untested ingredients that may leave negative effects on your health. Also, the supplements market is congested due to the presence of so many products that are not scientifically approved at all. So, what's the solution?

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What Exipure Actually Is:

Exipure is a natural and herb-infused dietary supplement that purports to support weight loss by increasing the brown fat levels of your body. In fact, Exipure is a revolutionary product in the world of dietary supplements as it comes with unique ingredients and functions in a distinct way.

The primary intent of the Exipure weight loss pills is to fast forward your weight loss journey by maximizing the production of brown fat cells inside your body. The herbal ingredients added to the main blend behind Exipure are popular for increasing your body's brown fat levels naturally.

The fat-burning capabilities of the weight loss supplement are beyond words, and the Exipure supplement is completely harmless. Being a US-made dietary supplement, the Exipure supplement is manufactured in FDA-approved labs, and the manufacturers adhered to the GMP guidelines while manufacturing the formula.

A qualified medical advisory board consisting of industry-leading doctors and weight loss experts is behind the Exipure supplement. The credibility of the natural weight loss supplement gets magnified automatically as it is formulated by certified medical experts and professionals.

Exipure is the quickest solution to reduce belly fat within shortened timespans as the supplement helps you lose weight naturally while training your body to go through different stages of weight loss efficiently.

The official website claims that an individual is likely to burn calories more intensely as he starts taking regular doses of Exipure. All the natural ingredients mixed in the Exipure formula work collectively to deliver the promised health benefits.

Another noticeable fact about the Exipure diet pills is that they are made of completely vegan resources, and individuals with all food preferences can consume these pills without hesitation.

According to the Exipure reviews posted on the official website, the supplement makes it possible to lose weight substantially within a couple of weeks if consumed consistently.

It works magically in terms of elevating the levels of brown adipose tissue (BAT) inside your body so that you get all the health benefits within short spans.

Exipure Ingredients

Exipure includes eight premium and handpicked natural ingredients that can genuinely help you minimize body weight to some extent. Every Exipure diet pill is filled with adequate doses of the special Exipure ingredients. This segment will help you analyze how the Exipure ingredients manage to offer various health advantages.

Perilla

Perilla is one of the most impactful ingredients present in the Exipure formula, and this is a recognized element to balance body weight effortlessly. Perilla supercharges brown adipose tissue (BAT) levels inside your body to enhance your body's normal metabolism. In that way, the ingredient also maximizes your energy levels.

Regular consumption of Perilla can help you minimize stubborn fat layers from different portions of your life. It doesn't let you gain excess weight easily.

Perilla also helps you manage high blood pressure levels. The ingredient makes that happen easily by controlling the levels of cholesterol in your bloodstream. Maintaining healthy cholesterol levels becomes pretty easy if you're suffering from a slow metabolism. Perilla can help you with that too.

Various scientists have associated powerful doses of Perilla with balanced blood pressure levels. As the component makes it possible to shed body fat comfortably, the manufacturers of Exipure considered adding it to the supplement.

White Korean Ginseng

This one is a vital element to help you lose weight without following rigorous diet plans or workout routines. White Korean Ginseng acts as a natural brown fat inducer, and it manages to maximize the production of brown adipose tissue inside your body to promote better weight loss effects.

At the same time, the ingredient makes sure that your brain health remains optimal. Besides helping you burn fat effectively, the ingredient boosts your cognition and cognitive capabilities. The functions of your brain become better with regular consumption of this special ingredient.

The herbal ingredient has been used for centuries in Asian countries to optimize brain health. Also, the anti-aging effects offered by White Korean Ginseng are truly incomparable. It is rich in natural antioxidants, and that's why it acts as a natural detoxifying agent.

Studies have proven that regular consumption of White Korean Ginseng results in reduced belly fat. Also, scientists admit that the component can make an individual look more youthful.

Holy Basil

Holy Basil is another beneficial ingredient to increase the number of brown adipose tissues inside the body. Clinical doses of Holy Basil are added to the weight loss formula so that it works better.

The natural antioxidant properties of the ingredient help charge up the normal metabolism of your body so that your overall body fat percentage gets minimized. This is one of the most impactful Exipure ingredients, and it helps subside slow metabolism issues.

In Ayurveda, Holy Basil is known as Tulsi, and the component is considered extremely beneficial for one's immune system. Regular consumption of this special ingredient strengthens your immune system while promoting a safe and natural weight loss process.

Also, Holy Basil holds the capability of maximizing your energy levels, and you won't feel drained or exhausted frequently as you consume potent doses of the component. Besides making your body burn calories in more volumes, it promotes better overall health too.

Kudzu

This natural component is rarely found in dietary supplements, and Exipure becomes special as it includes potent amounts of Kudzu. The ingredient not only helps increase brown adipose tissue (BAT) levels but also aims to support brain health.

Consuming Kudzu regularly can help minimize the serious effects of depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues. Also, the ingredient prevents weight gain effectively while losing weight without additional effort.

Most significantly, Kudzu helps minimize your blood sugar levels too. Patients with high blood glucose levels can reduce their symptoms with the help of this special ingredient. Alongside, the component promotes better renal functions too. If you're suffering from chronic renal issues, consuming Kudzu regularly can help you a lot.

Considering all the beneficial values of the ingredient, Kudzu can be considered a terrific natural substance, and that's why the manufacturers of Exipure considered adding this to the formula.

Amur Bark Cork

The diet pills are also rich in impactful doses of Amur Bark Cork, and it is definitely one of the finest Exipure ingredients to deliver promising results. Besides helping you lose weight noticeably, Amur Bark Cork also makes it much easier to boost your digestive function.

Better digestion is the most important benefit of the natural substance, and it manages to stabilize your gut microbiome so that you don't suffer from frequent digestive issues. By the side, the component also triggers a healthy weight loss procedure by increasing the nutrient absorption rate in your gastrointestinal tract.

Very few dietary supplements contain this special weight loss ingredient, and Exipure becomes more beneficial due to its presence in the formula.

Oleuropein

Oleuropein is extracted from Olive Oil, and the natural component promotes healthy blood pressure levels by reducing the amount of cholesterol present in your bloodstream. Therefore, your body also retains healthy cholesterol levels too. Olive Oil is the most important part of the Mediterranean diet, which is known as the best heart-healthy diet.

The manufacturers considered including Oleuropein in Exipure to make sure that Exipure users can maintain healthy blood pressure levels without removing favorite foods from their diets. Also, the component partially contributes to a healthy weight loss journey, and that's another reason behind including it in the supplement.

Quercetin

It is another important ingredient that stabilizes your blood glucose levels while offering evident weight loss benefits. It actively increases the number of brown adipose tissues in your body to gear up your body's normal metabolism, and the antioxidant properties of this ingredient help revamp the functions of your immune system too.

Propolis

Propolis is a powerful and effective anti-inflammatory substance that plays an effective role in increasing brown adipose tissue levels in the bodies of Exipure users. The natural antioxidant properties of Propolis also help detoxify your body naturally, and harmful toxins get flushed out of your body with the help of this ingredient.

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These are the special natural ingredients that are included in the supplement in clinical doses. All these ingredients are selected by the reputed scientists and doctors behind Exipure, and they blend all these components in specific doses to make the formula more worthwhile.

The Health Benefits of Exipure

Though Exipure is exclusively advertised as a weight loss product, the supplement manages to support your overall health by offering some exciting additional benefits.

You have already made acquaintance with some of the benefits offered by Exipure as you have read this Exipure review so far. In this segment, we are elaborating on the special andunique benefits that users can expect from Exipure diet pills.

Better Metabolic Functions

Consuming Exipure means that your body's metabolic functions are surely going to be better. Metabolic changes will start occurring inside your body from the first day of consuming Exipure. As you have seen, multiple metabolism-inducing natural ingredients are present in Exipure, and they all combinedly work to charge up your body's metabolism.

Higher BAT Levels

Unlike most weight loss supplements, Exipure attempts to take the BAT levels of your body higher than usual. All the ingredients present in Exipure are blessed with BAT-boosting properties, and that's why the manufacturers considered adding them to the supplement. Consistent consumption of the Exipure supplement can definitely ensure a higher brown fat level.

Body Weight Maintenance

Exipure is one of the most convenient options to reduce body weight naturally. All the ingredients included in Exipure are rich in weight-minimizing properties, and they help you shed weight easily. All the ingredients combinedly work to make Exipure the most beneficial weight loss product available on the market.

Suppresses Appetite

Besides offering standard weight loss benefits, the supplement also makes sure that your normal appetite and hunger remain under control. Exipure triggers early satiety to help you prevent excessive weight gain. As it suppresses appetite naturally, users don't overeat at all. That's what makes it easier to reduce weight substantially.

Enhanced Energy Levels

All the natural components of Exipure make sure that the energy levels of your body remain on the higher side always. All these components make you feel more energetic, and you become less prone to feel exhausted.

Most importantly, you feel the urge to participate in your daily activities more spontaneously. Apart from that, you also feel less tired, and your overall life becomes more enjoyable.

Stronger Immune System

Exipure is full of special natural ingredients that can make your body's normal immune responses better, and you become less prone to contacting diseases and infections. The overall strength of your immune system increases shockingly with the help of the special Exipure ingredients.

Enhanced Cardiovascular Functions

Apart from the previous benefits, Exipure also enhances the overall functions of your cardiovascular system. The natural components of Exipure ensure better blood circulation in your body.

Apart from that, the supplement also keeps the cholesterol levels of your body under control. So, the chance of suffering from serious cardiovascular issues gets minimized with the consumption of Exipure.

Lower Blood Glucose Levels

According to the existing users of Exipure, the supplement is also beneficial for lowering your blood sugar levels. Ingredients like Kudzu and Quercetin are blended into the supplement to minimize the blood sugar levels of your body. If you're suffering due to high blood sugar, it's pretty easy to balance your blood glucose levels naturally.

Better Brain Functions

Exipure is also beneficial for your brain's overall performance. The ingredients of Exipure work collectively to enhance the functions of your brain naturally, and the supplement works as a natural cognitive booster too. Consuming Exipure regularly can help you reduce the effects of stress and anxiety to some extent too.

As you see, Exipure is an impactful and complete solution to losing weight. Apart from helping you reduce weight naturally, Exipure also offers all these aforementioned benefits to promote your overall health.

Final Words

Several Exipure reviews are available on the internet that comes up with limited information about the supplement. It is needless to specify that the Exipure weight loss formula is preferred by individuals due to its unique composition. Also, the way the supplement works is completely different from the functionality of other weight loss pills sold on the market.

It can definitely be said that the weight loss supplement is worth purchasing as it manages to intensify the pace of your weight loss journey naturally. Besides that, Exipure pills also purport to supercharge your brain health and your overall health.

This review has already disclosed that one doesn't need a healthy diet plan or workout routine to get rid of stubborn fat within a few weeks if he is an Exipure user. There are many more reasons to purchase the Exipure supplement and the Exipure Wellness Box altogether.

In this review, our research and editorial team has aimed to bring out every possible information piece related to Exipure so that you get complete knowledge about the product. We are affirmative that you won't hesitate to order the supplement after going through this review.

As you have read out the article so far, you must have recognized that it's important to boost brown fat levels to minimize body fat. The Exipure ingredients make that task much more convenient for you, and that's why we consider Exipure the best solution for fat loss.

Still feeling skeptical about purchasing the supplement? Well, you always have the option of checking the Exipure reviews uploaded by existing customers on the official website. When it comes to significant weight loss, Exipure definitely stands out among other weight loss supplements available on the market.

Though the supplement doesn't leave negative impacts on the human body, it's better to consult with a medical professional before you start consuming regular doses of Exipure. Specifically, patients with pre-existing conditions should mandatorily get in touch with their healthcare providers before using the supplement.

We firmly suggest you believe in the power of the handpicked and impeccable natural ingredients of Exipure. We hope that we can let you know everything about the Exipure dietary supplement through this Exipure review. To make that happen, our research team had to screen every customer-uploaded Exipure review available on the official website.

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How to Find the Right Cosmetic Dentist In Leesburg

With people losing teeth at an increasing rate as time goes on, the demand for dental care has never been bigger than it is now. This may have been pushed to occur due to the increased accessibility of sweets and tooth-decaying goods. Perhaps it's because the middle class is vanishing, and fewer and fewer individuals can afford the best cosmetic dentist Leesburg VA Landsdowne money can buy.

Know What You're Getting Into

Don't only rely on your dentist to explain the distinction between a dental bridge and a dental implant. Cosmetic dentistry family dental puts a greater emphasis on how your smile looks. These dentists can fill cavities like regular dentists, but they also have additional special techniques that make them more suitable for your particular aesthetic requirements. They are mostly concerned with how nice your teeth appear. Consult a general dentist if you have a dental emergency, such as an impacted wisdom tooth.

Visual Proof

The outcomes of the cosmetic dentist's work serve as the best form of evidence in this situation. Even if you only get some ZOOM, you know you're doing your teeth some good by beautifying them. They had laser therapy, and bleaching was done on their teeth to whiten them. You should ask your dentist for documentation of his general dental proficiency. Or you might ask trusted friends who always have a grin on their faces to endorse him. This is why recommendations are so valuable.

More Options

A skilled cosmetic dentist shouldn't be a one-trick pony that simply does teeth whitening or covers crooked and uneven teeth with garments. He needs to be a master of all crafts, so you have various options for enhancing your smile. Yes, there are instances when you'll require an expert in bridgework or orthodontics, but you just need to cross that bridge when you arrive. You begin with a cosmetic dentist who provides you several options for initially improving your teeth' looks before moving on to other things.

Better Prices

The cost of the family dental Leesburg procedure should be considered. You still want to obtain more value from any service, even if aesthetic dentistry is at best a luxury and expecting something inexpensive is absurd, like looking for a "budget" Porsche. The most cost-effective cosmetic dentist should also be the lot's most expensive (and not only the most expensive). Make sure he has the greatest tools, high-quality work, and appropriate funding from your personal or business dental insurance.

Comprehensive Consultation

Did you know that certain highly skilled dental cosmetologists may show you a preview of your intended "new" smile? It is real. Some dentists have cutting-edge tools that can virtually reconstruct your smile so that you may see how it should seem after having veneers, braces, or teeth whitening applied to your teeth. It scans your teeth, receives information about your surgeries, and then displays a full-colour representation of your transformed teeth.

Conclusion

These are the five things to remember when looking for the right cosmetic dentist in Leesburg. All you need to do is keep these things in mind and search for the right options. 

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Anakin Introduces his Jedi Babies (and Himself)

Context:  Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono

Warnings for: canon-typical dismemberment, unfortunately-aimed puppy crushes

Word count: 5,839

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The first time a Jedi meets a Skywalker, it’s on Bandomeer.

The planet is close to Mandalorian space. Finding someone associated with Mandalore is, technically, not that surprising. There are even Mandalorian operations on the planet.

What is surprising is the fact that the person from Mandalorian space is an unfamiliar Jedi Knight who is utterly unstoppable.

(Obi-Wan Kenobi has no way of knowing how similar his experiences are to what might have been, on this planet. Mandalore has been interfering in operations here ever since Ylliben Skywalker started reporting visions about the coming catastrophe. Where that interference has helped or hurt... well. There’s no way to know.)

(Is there?)

When Xanatos shows up and starts taunting Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, there’s a giggle from the doorway.

All three have to turn to look at the individual in question.

Mid-twenties, leaning against the doorframe, slim but strong, covered in dark fabric and half a set of armor. A scar by one eye, well-kept hair, and a smirk that could burn the longest fuse. A lightsaber, unlit, in one gloved hand.

This man is... very attractive, Obi-Wan thinks. This is not an appropriate thought for the situation. Obi-Wan thinks he can maybe blame it on the exhaustion.

“No, no, keep going,” the stranger says, sounding like there’s a laugh stuck in his throat. He waves dismissively. “Let’s, ah, let’s hear the master plan. Good ranting voice, maybe a six out of ten on the ‘I’m better than you’ and a four on the actual intimidation. You can do better.”

“Excuse me?” Xanatos hisses, sounding incredibly malicious to Obi-Wan’s ears. “Just who do you think you are?”

“And now you’re overselling it,” the stranger sighs. “Are you new at this? You seem new at this.”

“I would... also like to know who you are,” Master Jinn admits, shifting uncertainly as he tries to keep both du Crion and the stranger in his sights.

“I’m just your friendly neighborhood Jedi Knight, here to fight darksiders because... that’s my life, apparently,” the man says, looking down at his arm for some reason. He shakes his head and looks up at them with a bright grin. “Do you need some help, Master Jinn?”

“You still haven’t told us your name.”

“This is true,” the knight says. “That said, I’ve been told by my boss to explicitly avoid naming myself while on this mission for a variety of reasons.”

“Your... boss,” du Crion drawls. “Not the Council, then.”

“Current supervisor,” the stranger offers as correction, completely unconcerned. “It’s a complicated situation, don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t worry about nonentities.”

The man purses his lips like he’s trying very, very hard not to laugh again. It’s very mocking. “Sure, kid.”

Xanatos has had his lightsaber out ever since Obi-Wan and Master Jinn entered the room, but he does one of those fancy, meant-to-be-intimidating one-handed saber twirls as he turns to face the Knight.

The man’s smirk widens. “You do realize you’re going to lose, right? C’mon, kid--”

“I’m older than you!”

“I did like zero research on you as a person, just your many and varied crimes; how old are you?”

Du Crion’s face goes pinched. “I’m twenty-five.”

“Ah, yeah, no, I’m older,” the knight says. “Only a few years, but I’m also a delightfully obnoxious little bastard who ages real slow for, uh, reasons--”

Obi-Wan is fascinated. This man is very strange. And very pretty.

Obi-Wan may be light-headed. Is he bleeding? Blood loss would explain this.

Obi-Wan isn’t bleeding. Damn.

“--anyway, I’m sure I’ve got a more interesting life with more mature experiences than you,” the knight says. “So even if I wasn’t older in body, I’d be older in spirit.”

The knight’s entire sense of being carries such an air of banthashit that Obi-Wan can barely believe it. It’s almost impressive. Obi-Wan wonders how often this man just opens his mouth and immediately gets punched in the face.

“You talk a lot for a man in someone else’s domain.”

“Hey, look on the bright side,” the knight says. “At least I’m not flirting with you. That’s what my master did with almost every darksider we met except his grandmaster.”

Du Crion pauses.

Obi-Wan has the distinct feeling that he and Master Jinn have lost any control they might have, at any point, had over this situation. They hadn’t had much control in the first place, but anything they did have is squarely in the stranger’s court right now. The silver lining to that is that du Crion is thoroughly distracted and has also lost some control of the situation.

“Besides,” the man continues, completely ignoring the very red lightsaber that is being very obviously readied for his death. “This is not that big of an advantage for you. I mean, hey, the fancy central console that can only be reached by skinny walkways with no railings are a nice touch, all chromed metal and minimal lighting, very dramatic, but there’s no lava. I’m not, like, chained to a rock in the middle of an arena for a public execution at the hands of starving animals the size of a fighter ship. You’re threatening to kill me personally instead of standing in the most expensive box of the theater, sipping your wine and congratulating yourself on step one of a plan that has another fifty-thousand steps and no end in sight. You--”

“Is there a point to this?”

“I’m just saying, I’ve been in worse situations by better darksiders than you. This is sad. You’re sad. Try harder.”

Obi-Wan makes a little noise in the back of his throat. Nobody seems to notice, but Master Jinn does put a hand on his shoulder. That’s nice.

“I don’t have any interest in setting up a public execution.”

“What kind of a Sith wannabe are you?” the knight asks, tilting his head. Obi-Wan distantly notes that his hair is longer than initially assumed; it’s just held back and curled. “Public executions are a whole thing. It’s like you’re not even trying. Tell me you’ve at least got vague plans to hand me off to a pirates instead of killing me so you can make some comment about me not even being worth the effort.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” du Crion asks, his voice the kind of forced casual level nonsense that shows he’s actually very, very frustrated. Obi-Wan could almost believe that du Crion is as uninterested as he’s pretending to be.

“If I was trying to get myself killed, I’d... pick a fight with the Trade Federation, maybe? I mean, I survived that when I was nine but they’d probably take me more seriously this time.” The knight taps at his chin. “I don’t even know where the actual Sith is, but--”

“There are no more Sith,” du Crion scoffs.

Oh, the knight looks pitying now. Obi-Wan likes that much more than he should. It just really suits the man’s face.

Quin’s going to make so much fun of him later.

“I have fought multiple Sith,” the man says, slowly and clearly, as though explaining something to a child. “My master fought more than that. I lost my arm to a Sith when I was nineteen. You can say they’re gone, but I don’t trust like that.”

“It’s not a matter of trust,” du Crion says, rolling his eyes. “It has been a thousand years since the Sith were wiped out. Much as I’d like them to still be around, I’m not going to--”

“Oh!” the knight exclaims. “You’re lying! You do think they’re back, this whole mess is you auditioning.”

Du Crion stares at the man as though he’s lost what few marbles he had. “Excuse me?”

“You want to be the next Sith Apprentice,” the man says, cheerfully unconcerned by the mounting tension in the air. “That’s adorable. Well, no, actually, it’s very bad, both for you and for everyone else, and now it means I can’t just kill you in battle like I was planning because the Jedi are going to need you for information. Blast.”

Du Crion’s eyes widen. It is not in fear, but in incredulity. Obi-Wan thinks that it’s all in the eyebrows and the tight, befuddled smile. “You were planning to kill me, Jedi?”

“I mean... yeah, kinda,” the knight says, shrugging. “Quick and clean option, that.”

This time, Master Jinn is the one that makes a disbelieving noise that both of the bitchy twenty-somethings ignore.

“You’re a Jedi,” du Crion points out, entirely pleasant.

“...yes,” the man says, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Technically.”

Du Crion is very much distracted by this. “Technically?”

The man wiggles a hand. “Arguments can be made. I certainly was trained as a Jedi and consider myself to be one. My knighting was according to protocol, and at the Temple. Technically.”

“...but?” Master Jinn prompts.

The knight smiles like he’s got something very spicy in his mouth and is unwilling to admit it’s too much for him. “But nothing! Don’t worry about it. There’s a fight to be had with a Sith wannabe who doesn’t realize he’s not going to measure up.”

“Arrogant,” du Crion accuses.

“No,” the knight immediately says. “You just don’t fight a galactic war without learning which opponents are actually going to kill you.”

Obi-Wan leans into Master Jinn’s side, his legs feeling a little too much like jelly. He whispers, “I have so many questions.”

“As do I, Padawan,” Master Jinn mutters back, and something in Obi-Wan’s heart twists. He’s a padawan! Master Jinn’s actually going to go through with it!

The fight does actually happen, at that point. The knight lights his saber and leaps forward, flashing through Djem So movements without a moment’s hesitation. For all the trash talk and boasting, the fight isn’t actually over very quickly. Du Crion is good, even without having had a chance to spar against a real person since he left the Order. Power flows around him, dark and heavy and sharp in ways that the Force usually isn’t, and the red saber snaps through the air with a speed Obi-Wan can barely track. Xanatos du Crion is, without question, danger incarnate in this moment.

The unknown knight is better.

There are attempts at banter, mostly by the stranger. Du Crion is too focused on the fight to bother responding. Obi-Wan just clings to Master Jinn, trying to stay awake and aware. It’s difficult, given the past few days, and even with help from the Force, he’s flagging.

The way the knight moves is... captivating, though.

(Quinlan’s going to laugh at the top of his lungs, later. Obi-Wan’s going to blush and stutter and bury his face in a pillow, and Bant’s going to pat his back like the amazing friend she is, and Quin’s just going to laugh, like an asshole.)

The fight doesn’t end cleanly. The knight cuts du Crion’s saber in half and, in the same movement, cuts the man’s hand off.

Obi-Wan’s seen too much blood in the last few days for it to shock him, but the smell is... unpleasant.

“I don’t suppose either of you carries Force-nullifying cuffs?” the knight asks, holding his saber to du Crion’s neck with an expression that is amused and satisfied in equal measure.

“No,” Master Jinn says. He seems... very bothered. Well, du Crion was his student once. Obi-Wan can’t imagine he’d be very calm if he had a student that went dark and started killing children. “Was cutting off his hand really necessary?”

“I feel like half my fights end with either someone dying or someone losing a limb,” the knight muses. “Sometimes that limb is my own, even!”

Obi-Wan isn’t sure if the man is manic or just trying to throw them off their rhythm. It probably doesn’t matter.

“Okay, I have Force-nullifying cuffs of my own,” the man says. “But these things are expensive as hell, and they weren’t paid for by the Order, so just giving them to you isn’t really on the table. That said... my ship kind of got shot down on the way here. If you could give me a ride off-planet--”

“Our ship was also shot down.”

The knight blinks at him, and then kicks du Crion in the hamstring. It’s not a very hard kick, but du Crion shoots him a look of offense that’s probably justified. Getting kicked when one is already down is never a great feeling.

“Stop shooting people,” the knight scolds.

Obi-Wan feels vaguely like he’s having a fever dream.

“Okay, new plan,” the man says. “What kind of ship did you come in?”

“KYL-3400 small transport,” Master Jinn says, with not a little hesitation. “Why?”

The knight grins. “I’m going to cannibalize it for parts.”

-------------------------

Jango has known Anakin Skywalker for six years. Many of those years have been spent being yanked into babysitting for the man. For reasons Jango doesn’t feel like examining, this will likely continue.

“You’re late,” he says, as the man in question stumbles out of a battered ship that looks only barely like the one that left three months ago. “I thought you said Bandomeer was a quick fix.”

“Ship got shot down, had to help some Jedi, ran into fucking Onaka on the way back,” Skywalker grouses. “I feel like shit. Where are my kids?”

“Buir says you have to go to medical.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. My kids, Jango.”

“They can visit you in medical.”

“And, what, Mereel’s gonna go there for a debrief?”

“Your debrief is going through me,” Jango says, and doesn’t let himself flinch when Skywalker makes a face. “He’ll check in later.”

“Yeah, no,” Skywalker says, taking a step forward and then swaying with a curse. “Listen, this actually does need to go to Mand’alor direct, not just the Alor-in-training--”

“Please don’t do that with my language,” Jango immediately says. “That’s not--no. ‘Alor-in-training’ isn’t a thing. Don’t do that.”

Skywalker turns on his heel with a frustrated snarl, and Jango’s eyes widen as the stupid tunics the man wears flare out.

“Is that a blaster wound?”

“No.”

“Yes it--for fuck’s sake, Skywalker!” Jango growls and just goes over to grab the taller man by the shoulders and march him to medical. “I’m calling your sister.”

“Don’t tell Shmi, she’s got enough to--”

“I’m calling your sister,” Jango snaps. “And you’re going to deal with it. Ka’ra, do you even think? Is there a brain in that head of yours?”

“I’ve been told my braincell is lonely.”

“I’m going to shove you in a trash compactor, dikut’la jetii,” Jango mutters. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“If I say yes, will you let me go deal with it on my own?”

Jango strangles his own scream and shoves Skywalker into the nearest examination room. “Fix him!”

The medic looks up, raises a brow, and turns to Skywalker. “What did you do?”

“What didn’t I do?” Skywalker shoots back, grinning like they’re sharing battle stories over a drink in a cantina.

The medic--Mirka’lu, he thinks--crosses her arms. “General.”

Oh man, the medics must be angry with him already if they’re already jumping titles like that.

“I’m just a knight--”

“General Skywalker.”

The man in question grimaces. “I maybe got shot during an altercation with some pirates.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And... I maybe--maybe--picked a fight with some Hutt enforcers.”

Jango’s going to wring his neck.

Right after he calls Shmi.

-------------------------

Komari does her level best to not shift nervously under the judgmental eyes of the man they’re pretty sure is the Mand’alor. Her master’s got the situation under control. She’s just there to observe. They’ve got an entire team--

“Is that your way of telling me that your Order did minimal research on the situation before coming to intervene, and the only reason you bothered to reach out is because one of my men, weeks ago, let you know that Death Watch is setting traps for both my people and yours?”

Komari feels the flare of annoyance from Master Dooku. She doesn’t react, but she can hear the tension when her Master speaks.

“I assure we would not have attacked on Galidraan unless attacked first, or if we’d found solid evidence of the actions we were informed of,” Master Dooku says, quiet and even. “All your messenger did was save us all a little time.”

Mereel smiles thinly. “Saved us all some lives, more like it.”

“Perhaps.”

“Ah, jetiise aren’t the only ones with Force-Sensitives,” the Mand’alor says. “I’ve more than a few under my command. Visions aren’t foolproof, I’m aware, but I’ll be damned if such a warning goes completely ignored.”

Master Dooku makes a low humming noise. “Be that as it may, I’m unsure of what it is that you’re expecting out of our... presence. We are not here to help you claim your presumed throne. We are only here to stop the killings we were told about.”

“I don’t need your help to reunite my people.” Mereel waves a hand, batting the mere suggestion away. “But I’d appreciate the help with taking out the terrorist group that’s actually going out and murdering the helpless, this planet’s farmers and doctors and children. Kyr’tsad isn’t just a thorn in my side, Master Jedi.”

“And what proof do I have that you aren’t just the same kind of monster as you claim they are?” Master Dooku challenges.

It’s a little brazen, considering how dicey these negotiations are. For all that Komari herself doesn’t wince, someone behind her outright hisses in dismay. She agrees with the sentiment.

Mereel just laughs at them. He catches the eye of one of the armored individuals along the wall, human or close to it, and nods to himself.

“Right,” the man says. “Well, we have our own Jedi. Would you like to meet him?”

Master Dooku is immobile, as if carved from stone. The rest of the group is... not.

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” Master Dooku says, and Komari feels the tension in him wind further through the training bond. There are a million questions to be had here. None of them can be answered without the supposed Jedi.

“Great,” the Mand’alor says. He leans back in his seat and turns to the door. With the press of a button, the door slides open. “Ben!”

A child darts into the room, stops, and bounces on their feet. Probably male, Komari thinks, and very anxious. The child’s eyes dart about the room, taking in every single Jedi in sight. When that gaze lands on Master Dooku, there’s a flash of recognition and... not hate, but distaste. Confused and distant dismay, maybe. The child turns back to Mereel.

“Mand’alor,” the child greets, still bouncing. “Am I needed?”

“Thought I told you this meeting was for grown-ups,” the Mand’alor says.

Ben shrugs. “I wanted to listen in.”

“That door is soundproofed and you know it.”

“So?”

The Mand’alor grins. “Do me a favor and go fetch your dad.”

“Buir’s still sleeping,” Ben says, grave as dirt. It’s a strange expression for such a small child. He can’t be older than eight, and Komari’s pretty sure even that’s a stretch. “Shmi’s gonna be mad if he has to wake up before the bacta’s done.”

“I just need him for negotiations,” Mereel assures the child.

“Aggressive negotiations with a lightsaber?” Ben asks, and Komari nearly chokes.

“No, just regular ones.”

Ben nods sharply, and then turns and runs out.

“That boy...” Mereel mutters, but it’s fond. “Anywa--”

“BUIR!” Ben’s voice echoes from the hall, faint but audible, along with some very loud banging on what is presumably a door. “DAD! WAKE UP, THE COUNT IS HERE!”

The Count? Komari wonders. Even Master Dooku seems surprised.

The question is clearly on more minds than just her own. Mereel raises a brow at Master Dooku and gestures vaguely. “Didn’t know any of you were nobility. You a Count, Master Jedi?”

“No,” Master Dooku says, and before the Mand’alor can press further, he adds, “but if I were to retire from the Order, the title would be mine to inherit. As I have no intentions of retiring, I am not and will not be a Count, but I assume that is what the child is referring to.”

“Ben,” the Mand’alor corrects. He seems pleased with the reasonable answer. “Ylliben Skywalker. I suggest you refer to him by name.”

“You have a fondness for him,” Master Dooku notes.

Mereel shrugs. “No more than any other child, objectively, but his father is one of my more effective allies, and he gets antsy about things. Saying ‘your child’ won’t be a problem, but ‘the child’ is... well.”

The smirk is a challenge that Komari doesn’t feel ready to meet. She’s glad it’s not hers to handle.

“Why do you ‘have’ a Jedi?” Master Dooku asks, pushing the conversation back to the point Komari’s sure he was initially aiming for.

“Found him in a snowstorm, brought him inside,” Mereel says, grinning. “And then he refused to leave, the shabuir. Troublesome man, like you wouldn’t believe, but useful.”

“Like a feral tooka,” someone behind Komari mutters. She feels a part of her soul die.

You can’t just say that in front of the Mand’alor! she screeches in the depths of her mind, despairing.

“Exactly,” Mereel agrees with a laugh. “Skywalker’s a feral tooka.”

Komari dies a little more.

“Talkin’ shit about me, Mereel?”

...oh no.

This one’s pretty.

The man is tall, dressed almost entirely in black, and looks like shit.

“You look like you got run over by a herd of bantha,” the Mand’alor notes.

“I got back less than a day ago,” Skywalker growls out. He leans against the wall behind the Mand’alor’s desk. He folds his arms. He glowers around the room. “The kriff is Count Dooku doing here?”

“Master Dooku,” the man in question says, a little pained. “As I informed Mand’alor Mereel, I may technically have claim to that title, but I am a Jedi. So long as I remain a Jedi, the title isn’t actually mine.”

Skywalker makes a face, and then shakes his head. “Fine. Whatever. Jaster, what the hell do you need from me?”

“Well, some manners would be nice.”

“I got shot and am putting myself in a position to get yelled at by baar’ur Mirka’lu for coming here when I’m supposed to be on bed rest,” Skywalker growls out. He kicks Mereel’s chair, glaring at the back of the man’s head. “You’re lucky I put on pants.”

Mereel seems unbothered by this statement or treatment.

Komari thinks her eyes may currently be the size of dinner plates.

“You’re the one from Bandomeer.”

Skywalker’s head snaps up to focus his gaze on Master Dooku. “Say what?”

“You’re the one my former Padawan encountered on Bandomeer,” Master Dooku says, something satisfied in his tone. “He said you refused to give a name, but the physical description does match.”

“Oh, lovely, Jinn’s been gossiping,” Skywalker mutters. “That’s just--”

“General Skywalker,” Mereel says, voice finally slipping to something more stern than amused. “If you could please focus.”

Skywalker rolls his eyes and mutters something about painkillers.

“Buir?”

Skywalker’s head tilts to the side, and he holds one arm out to the side. The kid from before--Ben--darts in to cling to the man’s side. A slightly taller Togruta follows in and ducks in under his other arm. Both children keep a wary gaze fixed on the same person, and their adult...

Every look from this man is a new challenge to Master Dooku.

“They’re yours?”

That is the exact question Komari was hoping her master wouldn’t ask.

“We’re in Mandalorian territory,” Skywalker says. “They’re Force-Sensitive orphans with an incredible amount of potential. If I didn’t claim them, someone else would have.”

It’s not an airtight justification--the man could have just sent them to the Temple--but the air around him is roiling with aggression. This man does not like Master Dooku, and is more than a shade protective of these--his--children. Komari shifts her weight and worries as the pregnant silence grows heavier.

“As you say,” Master Dooku allows, and some of the bowstring-tight tension in the room loosens, drains away like foul bathwater. “If I may... I was unaware you were a General, nor that Mandalore had a standing army large enough for such a position.”

“He’s not,” Mereel says. “Used to be, won’t tell me where. It’s not my business, or yours. Title’s a holdover from whatever war he was fighting before we got him.”

Komari is not the only person whose heart drops as Master Dooku says, “Qui-Gon claimed that the rogue knight he’d met on Bandomeer mentioned a galactic war against the Sith.”

Mereel blinks, and then turns his seat around to look at Skywalker. The other Mandalorians look at Skywalker. Every single Jedi also looks at Skywalker.

The Togruta child sticks her tongue out at Master Dooku.

“I did say that,” Skywalker says. “What of it?”

“You know, when I said I didn’t care what fight you were running that turned you into a soldier, I kind of assumed it was something on the level of, say, a system-wide civil war,” Mereel drawls. “Not galactic Force nonsense.”

Skywalker shrugs. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

“Because you’ll lie?”

“No, I’m just going to be really annoying about it,” Skywalker tells him. The Togruta giggles and shoves her face into his side. “Or, hell, I’ll let Ben do it. We both know he can talk circles around basically everyone in this room.”

“Skywalker.”

“Mereel.”

The two hold gazes for a moment that lasts just a little too long, and then Mereel breaks it off. “We’re talking about this later.”

“Of course, Mand’alor,” Skywalker says, with a grim sort of smile. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”

Mereel doesn’t seem particularly impressed by that.

Komari wonders if anyone else remembers that Skywalker was supposed to be here to make negotiations easier.

-------------------------

Yan Dooku is having a Day.

He’s not entirely sure whom to blame for this mess. Perhaps Yoda, for suggesting he handle this mission. Perhaps the governor of Galidraan, who decided collaborating with terrorists for his own gain was a good idea. Perhaps Jaster Mereel, whose influence and power is enough that Yan needs to tread carefully. Perhaps Qui-Gon, for giving him just enough information about Skywalker to cause some drama.

Perhaps Skywalker for being a recalcitrant, ornery bastard who delights in Yan’s suffering.

(One of the Mandalorians calls him that to his face, and Skywalker informs the man that “my mother always told me I didn’t have a father,” and stares until the Mando stammers out an apology and turns on his heel.)

(The smirk on Skywalker’s face is certainly informative.)

“Hi.”

Yan looks up from the datapad he’s been using to try and punch out a report, for all that he can’t find the words he needs, and sees the Togruta youngling from Skywalker’s side hanging upside-down from a ventilation grate.

He blinks evenly at her. “Good afternoon. Is that your normal manner of traversing the building?”

“Yeah, when Jan-Jan isn’t yelling at me about it,” she says, and drops from the ceiling. Seemingly without paying attention, she directs the grate itself back into place with the Force, screws reattaching themselves with only the slightest whisper. She’s done this many, many times.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who that is.”

“Jango Fett,” she clarifies. “Ad be Mand’alor.”

Child of the king.

He does remember that much from the briefing.

“I see,” Yan says, rather than try to tackle whatever the usage of such a nickname implies. “I’m afraid nobody’s seen fit to introduce you, youngling.”

“I’m Sokanth Skywalker, but most people call me Soka,” she says, with a bouncing, shallow bow. Full of energy, this one. “I’m eight.”

“The General is your father, then?”

“Mm-hm! He adopted me when I was almost two,” she says, and climbs up onto the bench. She wraps her arms around her knees and beams up. “Ben was still a baby, and we didn’t go get Shmi until a few months later when Skyguy could afford it.”

“Skyguy?” Yan prompts.

“My dad,” she explains, head tilting a little as she studies his reaction. “I... I’ve always called him Skyguy. He took care of me before he adopted me, for at least a year. He says I called him Skyguy when I first started talking, back then, and then he didn’t make me stop when he adopted me.”

“I see,” Yan says. “Does your father know you’re speaking with me?”

“Probably.”

“And would he approve?” Yan hints as heavily as he can. “He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

“That’s because we’ve all seen what you could be,” she says. “But you’re not the Count yet, so it’s okay.”

Information. “Ah. Visions, then. That would explain some things.”

“Ben gets them the most,” she keeps talking. “But it’s not just that. It’s like... patterns. The Sith are going to target you, because they’re going to think you’re worth corrupting.”

“And you’ve seen enough Sith to know that?”

“Yeah.”

“Visions are not foolproof,” he says, trying to keep his tone gentle. He’s not used to interacting with children of this age, and this one comes with a father in the Mand’alor’s confidence, someone he can’t afford to irritate by making a daughter cry. “I have a friend who is very prone to visions, and some come true, some don’t, and others--”

“Are self-fulfilling,” Sokanth finishes for him. “I know that. But my dad’s actually fought Sith, y’know. The guy who cut off my dad’s arm used to be a Jedi Master, like you, and he was all fancy-schmancy and a history nerd for Sith stuff, and didn’t like the Council or their decisions very much. Like you.”

That’s... very personal.

“A surface-level similarity is not enough to make the claim that I am to become a Sith,” he says.

She blinks at him, eyes too large for a face that’s so near to human in bone-structure. It’s unnerving. “Whether or not you Fall is your choice, Count. All I can tell you is that you are the kind of person they look to groom... if only as a pawn.”

The words are too old for a girl her size.

“You speak as if you’ve faced the Sith yourself,” Yan says, well aware now that he needs to tread carefully, but... “You’re too young to go out into the field. I can’t imagine your father would allow a child like yourself to go up against someone that dangerous.”

She blinks those too large eyes, and tilts her head in the other direction, and then smiles. “You care. That’s good. Keep that compassion, Count.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I feel like you’re evading the question.”

Sokanth giggles. “Maybe. Buir doesn’t like us talking about it much. It makes him sad, ‘cuz he can’t help us not hurt, and a lot of it is really scary. It’s like... my memories are too big for my head. I don’t get a lot of visions, but I get a lot of dreams of things that happened that I’m not alive for. And buir does remember those things happening, so it’s true, and it happened, but I only... sort of remember it, and when I think about it too hard, it hurts my head. Or I get nightmares about it, and I don’t like those. Ben’s got it worse, though. He has more to fight.”

It’s a lot of information.

It’s confusing information.

It’s... possibly information that the General has asked her to feed him for reasons he can’t even begin to guess at.

“In this war your father fought,” Yan asks, “were you a soldier as well?”

“Commander,” she corrects, voice soft. “That’s what the dreams call me, before they start screaming.”

“How old are you really?” He asks, before he can quite stop himself.

She laughs, suddenly bright again. “I’m as old as I look. I’m eight. Just because the Force gives me memories I shouldn’t have doesn’t mean that my brain isn’t a kid. Sometimes Ben tries to act older than he is ‘cuz of the memories, y’know. Buir gets sad whenever he does that, ‘cuz he thinks we deserve to be kids before the galaxy goes to hell again.”

“He’s sure of such a thing?”

“It always does,” she says, with the air of someone who isn’t sure how their conversation partner could be quite that dense. Her voice takes on a sing-song cadence, like she’s telling a fable instead of a philosophy. “War always comes eventually. Not every sentient is selfish, but enough are, and they tend to be the ones that claw their way to the top. The rich and powerful will take and take and take, and then, when there’s nothing left, they will use their living stepping stones to tear each other apart. All we can do is be ready to end it as quickly as possible once it comes.”

Yan lets the claim sit for a long, quiet minute. “Did your father tell you that?”

“No,” she says. “Ben did.”

The six-year-old.

“He has a way with words,” Yan manages.

“Sometimes he uses his stuffed animals to host courtroom dramas,” she says. “He makes me look up the right laws so it can be procedurally accurate, ‘cuz he’s a nerd but so am I, and it makes Skyguy happy when he sees us playing like that instead of just doing saber forms and stuff.”

Yan has... no idea what to do with that. “I wouldn’t normally call courtroom dramas a normal children’s activity.”

“Yeah, but Ben’s a nerd,” she says, as if that’s all that needs to be said. Maybe, for her, it is. “And there’s only so much time I’m allowed to spend hunting.”

Right. Togruta.

“And what was your father doing at that age?”

“I’m not allowed to talk about that,” she says immediately. “Because it’s very private and he and Shmi get upset if we bring it up, ‘cuz of trauma and stuff.”

Shmi. The... sister, he thinks. People seem to be unclear on that. He’s heard a few refer to the teenager as just “one of Skywalker’s,” so that’s something to consider. She’s near-perfectly halfway between the children and the General, in terms of age, so it’s a little ambiguous where she fits.

That said, he’s been in a lot of places in his time as a Jedi Master. It’s taken him a little longer than it should have to realize, but he thinks he’s got at least part of the puzzle.

Skywalker’s a slave name. Tatooine, specifically.

It’s not confirmation, really, but...

Well. He thinks it’s better he doesn’t dig, on that subject.

“Hey,” Sokanth says, tugging at his sleeve. “Can I ask ya something?”

“I cannot promise an answer, but you may ask.”

“Can you spar with Skyguy? I wanna see who wins.”

#Disaster Lineage #Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Qui Gon Jinn #Count Dooku #Yan Dooku #Ben Kenobi #Jaster Mereel #Xanatos du Crion #Jango Fett #Komari Vosa #time travel #de aging #age shifting #family #phoenix files #Anakin and the Jedi Babies #500 notes

[phantasmagoric-acquaintance]

who said anything about marriage

[read it here or on ao3]

Barry was nervous.

That was nothing new. Barry was nervous most of the time. But Barry hadn’t been nervous around Lup in decades.

There were so many things that could go wrong. For one, he could lose the ring. For the millionth time in the past half hour, he patted the outside of his jacket pocket. He felt the little box and exhaled quietly.

He could screw up the plan. They’d already made it to the restaurant on time, thank the Gods. But what if they missed the gondola ride? He’d booked the damned thing in advance, and if the rules he’d read online were any indication, the company didn’t give latecomers a whole lot of leeway. He could pop the question on the streets next to the canal, he supposed, but that was unromantic. Plus, he’d pre-paid so much for the ride.

And what if he fell? He’d made himself sick the night before reading articles about mistakes to avoid on a gondola. He knew not to try to stand, but what if he forgot? He could tip the boat and soak them both.

“Um, babe?”

Lup’s voice brought Barry out of his anxious reverie, and he remembered he’d been pouring a glass of wine, which was now very close to overflowing. “Aah!” He hastily righted the bottle, hitting the mouth against the overfilled glass in the process and very nearly knocking it over.

Lup snickered, eyes glinting with amusement. “You are a wreck,” she said as she lifted her own wine glass to her lips. There wasn’t a hint of malice in her voice or in her expression. Barry remembered that he’d probably embarrassed himself in front of her thousands of times, and she still loved him. As the waiter came by to take their orders, Barry felt himself relaxing.

That calm moment was short-lived.

When the waiter turned away from their table, Lup propped her elbows up on the table and rested her chin on her palms. “Hey, Bear?”

“Mm-hm?” Barry vocalized, sipping from his comically full wine glass.

“When are we gonna get married?”

Barry sputtered, spitting a little wine back into his glass and trying not to choke on the rest of it. “Huh?!?” Had she figured out his plan? She was clever, and he wasn’t the best at keeping secrets, but he thought he’d done a good job of keeping it from her. He’d known better, too, than to tell anyone expect Taako. Did she get it out of him?

She raised an eyebrow. “Well, don’t freak out or anything. It’s just, you know, we’ve been together for, like, I don’t know, an entire human lifespan?” She shifted her chin so that it rested only on her left palm and reached for her glass with her free hand. “I mean, we’re pretty much already married. I just thought, I dunno, maybe we should make it official.”

If Barry had been thinking, he might’ve told her “Yes! Gods, yes!” right then and there. He might’ve pulled out the ring and said, “Funny you should ask, I was thinking the same thing!” If he had been thinking, he might have realized that this moment, right here in the restaurant, was the perfect opportunity to do what he’d set out to do this evening.

But Barry wasn’t thinking. Barry was panicking.

“M-marriage? Who said anything about marriage?”

Lup set her left arm back down on the table. “Huh? Nobody said anything about it. Or, I guess I did.” She looked down at her glass and swirled it around a bit. “Geez, Barry, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I knew it’d make you all, like, panicky and sweaty and shit.”

“I-I’m not panicky and sweaty.” He was very obviously both of these things. It was this moment that the waiter came by, awkwardly setting their plates in front of them and hurrying off, sensing that whatever was happening here, it was definitely not something he wanted to be privy to any longer than necessary. “Y-you just caught me off guard, that’s all. Marriage is, you know, a big word.”

“Well, sure.” Lup picked up a fork and began swirling it in her pasta. “But, like, haven’t you thought about it before?” She lifted the fork to her mouth.

“Thought about marrying you?” Barry was drenched in sweat now.

“Mm-hm,” Lup managed through a mouthful of linguini.

“Well, no, I mean, why would I?”

This was absolutely, positively, the wrong thing to say. It might have been the worst possible thing Barry could’ve said, and he’d said it, and he couldn't take it back.

Lup swallowed her food hard and gaped at him. “Fucking excuse me?”

“Uhh…” He took a long sip of his wine.

“What do you mean, ‘Why would I?’?”

The pressure was on now, and Barry tended to falter under pressure. “I just, I mean, marriage is, it’s such a long-term commitment, you know? It, uh, ties you down and stuff.”

Lup’s eyes went even wider. “Barry, what are you trying to say?” she asked softly.

Barry threw his hands up. “Nothing! I- nothing! Just, you’re such a, a free spirit, I, uh, wouldn’t wanna… hold you back?”

She deflated, and he knew he’d dug himself deeper. “Yeah, okay.” She put her elbow back on the table, making a fist with her left hand and resting her cheekbone on her knuckles, and looked down at her plate.

Silence. Barry cut off a bit of his salmon and ate it. “Mmm!” he hummed exaggeratedly. “The salmon is amazing! How’s your food?”

Lup pushed her noodles around on her plate, not looking up. “It’s fine. Fantastic.”

They stayed like that for a while, him slowly eating his food and watching her, her only taking small occasional bites and refusing to look anywhere but her plate.

“Um, are… are you ready for the check?” Barry asked after some time.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Whenever.” Lup stood. “Just, like, excuse me for a minute first.” She walked quickly towards the restroom.

When the door closed behind her, Barry sighed and sunk his face into his hands. He didn’t have the slightest idea how he was going to recover. “Fuck,” he breathed into his hands.

After a minute, Barry heard the sound of footsteps, distinct from the clicking of Lup’s heels, approach the table. “Barold.”

He lifted his head to see Taako, still in his full chef’s uniform, glaring at him, arms crossed. Fuck, he was really in trouble now. “Hi, Taako.” In retrospect, maybe it was a mistake to have this dinner at Lup’s brother’s restaurant. It had seemed like a sweet idea at the time. Taako had only recently gotten comfortable cooking for large crowds again, and he and Lup made efforts to support him when they could.

Taako leveled a glare at Barry. “One of my little birdies has just informed me that she saw my sister run crying into the bathroom. Would you, dear customer, mind telling me why that is?”

Barry exhaled, long and slow. “I beefed it, Taako.”

“You beefed it? What does that mean, exactly?”

“Okay, she brought up marriage out of nowhere and it threw me off and I didn’t want to spoil the proposal and I panicked and maybe I said some things I didn’t mean.”

“Such as…?”

“Such as… ‘I’ve never thought about marrying you,’ and ‘Marriage ties people down’…”

“Oh, good Gods. All because you didn’t wanna spoil some dumb overly romantic surprise?”

Barry flushed. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Taako pinched the bridge of his nose. “Barry, I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to have this fixed by the end of tonight.”

Barry grimaced. “I-I’ll try.”

“You’ve also wasted my food.” Taako nodded at Lup’s mostly-untouched plate and tossed a leather check holder onto the table. “And if I find any fire damage in my bathroom, I’m charging you for that, too.” With that, Taako turned and strode back into the kitchen.

By the time Lup came out of the bathroom, Barry’s credit card had already been returned to him and he was signing the receipt. He looked up at her and tried not to wince when he noticed the mascara tracks marking paths down her cheeks from her puffy eyes. “Ready to go?”

“Mm.” She still wouldn’t look at him. He led her outside, and she leaned against the building, hugging herself and staring into space, eyes unfocused.

Barry stood next to her uneasily. “Uh, I’m going to… call the taxi now?”

“Mm-hm.”

Barry didn’t reach for his phone. Another uncomfortable silence passed.

Then, he sighed. “Okay, I-I didn’t wanna do it like this, but…”

Barry knelt down, pulled the ring box out of his pocket, and flipped it open.

Lup finally turned to face him now, stunned. “Wh-what-?”

He blushed and began rambling. “I had this whole evening planned, and there was supposed to be a gondola ride, that’s where we were supposed to go next, and I was going to ask you there, but then you brought up marriage and I panicked and I put my fucking foot in my mouth. It was so dumb, I’m so sorry I said all that shit, I didn’t mean any of it, I just really wanted it to be a surprise. Gods, I was so fucking dumb, of course I wanna marry you, if you’ll still have m-“

Lup bent down, grabbed Barry’s face, and kissed him hard.

Barry felt all the tension in his body melt away. He shut the ring box and held it securely in one hand. He brought the other up to sweep Lup’s hair behind her ear and held it there, against her cheek.

When Lup pulled away, she rested her forehead against his. “You’re a fucking wreck, baby.”

He chuckled. She was crying again and, Barry realized, so was he. “I know.”

She beamed. “We’ll work on it together, fiancé.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I can’t believe you did all that for a fucking gondola ride, though. I mean, no offense, dear, but I’m kinda glad we didn’t do that.”

He grimaced. “Well, about that, I paid a lot of money for it, and there’s still time…”

Lup pouted. “Do we have to? I’d rather go home.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’ll make it up to you,” she breathed.

Barry smiled. “Yeah, okay. You’ve convinced me.”

“Perfect!” Lup stood up, smirked, and held out her left hand. “Now gimme that rock!”

Taako lifted his phone off the bedside table and squinted at his notifications.

Lulu: Missed Call

Lulu: Voicemail

Remembering the scene at his restaurant the night before, he inhaled sharply and unlocked his phone. There are two ways that situation could’ve played out, he thought. He navigated to his voicemailbox and pressed play on the most recent message.

“Ugh, it’s so annoying how you’re never awake when I have news. I have big fucking news, by the way, so I’m gonna be really pissed at you if you don’t call me back within the next, like, two hours. Okay, later.”

Taako smiled. It was a relief to hear her sound so chipper. It meant this news of hers was definitely good, and it meant that Taako didn’t have to fight Barold. He sat up, rubbed the dust out of his eyes, and called his sister.

#taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #lup taaco #this is a couple months old but I really liked it at the time i wrote it #i hope its still good im kinda scared to think about it too hard #reese inspired me to write this in the first place i remember #i think she asked me a very simple like ''how would they get engaged after s&s do you think'' and i wrote her like a paragraph

[a-mellowtea]

Let’s talk about character design.

Specifically, let’s discuss how an incongruous element of design, with the intention of it being incongruous, can lead to a problematic display of narrative decision-making.

As an anecdote, I’m a theatre undergrad with a focus on production, and costuming fascinates me. And, just as every element of costume design -- from fabric, to color, to era -- is a choice, character design is a choice, and one more often than not informed by the text in question. It falls on quite a few people to ensure these aspects work in tandem, and it is difficult and good work. However, if the text is -- for lack of a less melodramatic term -- spoilt at its core, then the design likely will be as well. In that vein, I find myself put off by both aspects of this particular choice -- the actual design itself, and the intention behind it.

If you hadn’t already guessed by who’s making this post and my as-recently typical subject matter, we’re going to be focusing on James Ironwood’s Volume 8 prosthetic.

I ought to preface this by mentioning that the conclusions I come to here are my own opinion, and those of an able-bodied woman. I cannot speak for the dehumanizing experiences disabled people (or persons with disabilities, if preferred) endure. I am mostly examining the design itself, but the intention and implication behind that are not things that can go unstated.

So, let’s begin with the design and that aforementioned incongruity; both with the character and the established look of technology in the show’s world. On its own, in a vacuum, it is a good one; I called it creative and unique when it was first, albeit accidentally, released to the public, and I stand by that. I’d expect no less from Alexander Juarez by now. However, that uniqueness is a double-edged sword in this instance, as this design is very distinct. To this point, replacement prosthetics in RWBY were uniformly shades of greys and blues (until and unless painted, see: Yang), noticeably complete and, even when purposefully visible, fit the designs of the characters themselves. Examples of this are Yang, Mercury, Maria, and even James’ own pre-Volume 8 prosthetics.

Oh. Yes, a moment on that. It’s worth mentioning that James does already have prosthetics, replacing or supporting the entire right side of his body, for which it is noted that the arm is a modified AK200 model.

The Volume 8 addition, meanwhile, is remarkably incomplete, with exposed wiring that can be cleanly seen through. Its core colors are also black and grey, which clashes directly with the blues and whites of the rest of the character design, as the only other instance of those colors on him is his hair. It’s heavy and eye-catching, throwing off the balance of the design.

Moreover? It's visible, and this is where incongruity of character comes in. James' prosthetics have always been hidden, bar extenuating circumstances (see, Battle of Beacon), and that is implied through both design and narrative to be a character choice based on how he himself views those prosthetics. The one he is given in Volume 8, however, is fully displayed, yet there is nothing to indicate that this particular character aversion has changed.

What did change, then? With a pre-established source of reference for James’ prosthetics being the AK200, why was this design choice made? His new arm is meant to be noticed. It's meant to contrast with the rest of the design, be visible, and visibly incomplete. Why?

Remember: character design is a choice that is typically informed by the text.

I don't like making big claims about CRWBY's intentions with things, because I’m not involved in the industry or production, and it’s generally rude to assume beyond that. With this, though, I don't have to, because they said it themselves.

Kerry Shawcross: "And then of course Ironwood now losing another part of his humanity. [pause] Get it?" Paula Decanini: [chuckles]

If you wish to check the context, this is taken from the Volume 7 DVD director’s commentary on Chapter 11, “Gravity”, and is a comment on the moment James loses his arm. It would be uncomfortable enough on its own, but discomfort isn’t very well the point of noting this as much as it is the answer to that question.

The design choices of the prosthetic were made as a visible reminder of a loss of humanity and his new status as a villain in that light. It is, certainly no pun intended, a narrative shorthand, meant to carry implication and impossible to ignore when he is on screen.

Perhaps a little more distressing is the fact that it worked. Still visible in a thread on the r/RWBY subReddit and several threads on Twitter, when it was revealed, people immediately associated the prosthetic and extension of James’ disability to a loss of humanity, despite the character actively having prosthetics for the entirety of his tenure in the show and it only previously being raised in regards to his Tin Woodsman allusion.

You may ask, so what? Why is this problematic? James is a villain in Volume 8, what should it matter that his design echoes that?

All I have to say is that that’s unfortunate. It’s unfortunate that we aren’t at a point yet where this kind of shorthand isn’t something immediately frowned upon in media, and especially in how characters are designed. James could have been a villain without the creative team pointedly using his disability as a neon “Now A Bad Guy” sign. They could have designed it in a way that fell in line with the character and the aesthetic designs of the world, and still had the loss be acknowledged as a stressful circumstance that informed how he was behaving in a way that wasn’t a silent visual.

Disability being used as such a signifier for some sort of absence of humanity is not a good thing in media in general, whether RWBY or otherwise. I’m still hopeful we’ll get to a point where that isn’t the case -- RWBY itself did quite well with Yang, all things considered -- but its as-yet unquestioned acceptance when characters are anti-heroic/villainous or, god forbid, “deserve” it, both in the design process of media and the minds of audiences, is disheartening, to put it mildly.

#rwby #rwby analysis #james ironwood #i'm not labelling this rwde because it isn't #but yes that commentary absolutely disgusts me #crwby does good work but sometimes #sometimes there are just these unacceptable things #that slide under the radar

[krethes]

Smutty Sunday~

Bit more of that oldman Wolfstar I've been working on! I'm not hiding this below a cut. My blog is mostly 18+, I write so much smut, so uh... yeah.

Remus smirked, rude git, and stretched languidly on the bed. “Noisy zipper,” he informed Sirius plainly, beckoning him closer with a twitch of his fingers. It was like an Imperius, only one Sirius hadn’t been trained to shake off, the way he felt drawn to Remus. “Told you you never think things through,” Remus teased, his voice rough and husky from sleep. Remus pulled Sirius into his lap with a gentle tug and kissed him slowly, licking into his mouth and dissolving Sirius’s frustration with every roll of his hips. Remus was almost overwhelmingly hot when Sirius slid his fingers into his body, the ambient heat combined with his natural temperature never failed to surprise Sirius even after nearly a quarter of a century, and the sharp little cry he made every time removed the last traces of Sirius’s annoyance about being caught. “Still getting to fuck you though, aren’t I?” Sirius taunted, knowing he’d pay for this in, oh, about six days when the moon was nearly full. He didn’t mind—he loved feral Remus just losing his shit on him. Remus didn’t reply, just lifted his legs over Sirius’s shoulders and stroked Sirius’s cock with a lube-slicked hand. Sirius drowned his moans into Remus’s mouth as he bottomed out, his whole body thrumming with the distinct pleasure of sinking into the tight fucking inferno that was Remus’s arse. “Fuck, Moony." “That’s the idea.” “Oh, fuck you.” “Yes, please.” The bastard was laughing at him now, and Sirius pulled his head back and nipped at the still-sensitive flesh of Remus’s inner thigh. Remus clenched around him with a brisk inhale, and Sirius rose up onto his knees.

#wip #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #iykyk #my fics #giving you smut one piece at a time #maybe i'll finish this before i give you all the chunks

[geesecannotlove]

Some BakuIida as requested by @donnie-with-a-cup-of-coffee !! This took forever because I couldn't decide if they were going to kiss or not :') but it's finally here like a while month or so later and I'm sorry about that delay. I hope you still enjoy <3

• Adrenaline Rush •

Cw// foul language

. . .

"Glasses." Bakugo snapped from his place in the common room. Legs drawn up to cross in an improper fashion but Tenya supposed it was better than his previous position with his feet up on the table. His note book pulled into the bowl of his lap, Crimsion eyes glaring at the others in the room.

"Yes Bakugo?" Iida hummed, his own navy hues clashing with the blond's. A dying sun over the ocean, his grip on the small borrowed book in his hand increasing.

"Let's go, these idiots are too loud." Bakugo scoffed, ignoring the indignant whine that left Kirishima and Kaminari's mouths. They were sat against each other on the floor, bright colours flashing across the screen in a racing game they'd been yelling over for nearly an hour.

"Alright." Tenya said stiffly, the warm feeling he always associated with Bakugo's attention tingling through his limbs.

It had been an odd feeling to be on the receiving side of Bakugo's harsh affection. His words still cutting but his eyes relaxed in a playful manner, one that expected the energy to be returned. Something Tenya struggled to do, his clipped speech and perfected mannerisms hard to over come.

"I stole a pair of your shoes the other day, they're under my bed let's go." Bakugo breathed out in a whisper like tone.

"Bakugo, we are not allowed-"

"Cut the bullshit Glasses, we aren't going far. Just the track." Bakugo snarled pulling on his own shoes and the jacket Tenya assumed he must have taken when he also took the shoes. The relaxed fabric swallowing his narrower shoulders.

"The track?" Iida repeated, that warm feeling bubbling up stronger than before at the sight of the other. They'd never discussed it before, Katsuki's tendency to cling to Tenya's personal items, quickly snatching them back after Iida had them washed. Nor had they ever brought up the warmth that spread across their skin like sunlight in the summer. It was an odd dance of give and take.

"That's what I said. Let's fucking go already." Bakugo had already thrown open his balcony doors, the soft crackling in his palms growing louder as he threw himself in the direction of the ground.

"Why do we never take the front door. Cerfew isn't even for another few hours." Tenya grumbled, his own leap over the balcony much more precise to insure his joints were protected in the landing that was always too heavy.

"Tch." Bakugo snarled, his face screwed up in a way to intimidate others but over time it had struck Iida is endearing. He kept the feeling sealed away in his chest, afraid of the reaction it would spark in the other. His protests were always short lived on nights like this, where the blood was still pounding in his ears from the leap and Bakugo was already sprinting towards his destination.

"No fucking quirks"

The first thing that tumbled from Bakugo's mouth the first night they'd done this. His eyes adverted and his fists clenching and unclenching with soft crackles of light. Maybe it was seeing Katsuki embarrassed in the privacy of his own dorm that started the spiral of Tenya's thoughts.

"Come on dumbass." Bakugo taunted already too far ahead, a feral smile pulled over his features.

"Yes of course." Iida laughed to himself before he was well on his way, his body built for running, quirk or not. Iida had pushed his body to the physical limits so his quirk could do the same.

Katsuki had never won this race, but he always did a little better each time. His chest rising and falling too fast as he bent over his knees, red faced and sputtering half hearted curses. Tenya adjusted his glasses, a soothing hand on the blond's back and a water he'd snagged from Katsuki's night stand at the last second.

"Thanks." Bakugo spat, sipping the water between heaves of air.

He grinned when he stood again, pink tongue darting out over straightened teeth a feral display that stole Tenya's breath away and set fire to the butterflies humming peacefully in his chest.

"Of course." Iida breathed through clenched teeth, eyes cast to the side as he adjusted his glasses and ran a hand through his wind tossed hair to smooth it back out.

Bakugo shed himself of Iida's jacket and left it in a partially folded pile by the mostly empty water bottle as he moved to stretch out his legs.

Tenya had come to associate Bakugo with the uncomfortable thudding of adrenaline in his chest. The burning feeling that crawled up his throat and demanded to be let free in the form of fond words and gentle touches. But he'd come to know the blond quite well and he'd seen the angry scowls when Kirishima or Kaminari got too close. He had no right to receive a different response.

"What's your problem anyway four eyes?" Katsuki growled half heartedly from where he sat, legs stretched in front of him and nimble fingers pulling at his toes.

"I'm sorry?" Tenya hummed back from where he was mimicking the pose.

"You've been fucking weird." Bakugo sat up straight, his vermilion glare locking iida in his place, "Not that I fucking care or anything, but I don't want to train with a loser. Bad enough you're friends with the damn nerd."

It pulled a laugh from the depths of Iida's lungs. His shoulders shook with the effort and a hand clamped over his mouth to try and stifle the sound. The soft blush that covered Katsuki's nose in the setting sun was breath taking and his childish behavior amusing.

"That's not a nice thing to call Midoriya." He scolded it partially, "But thank you for asking, I'm alright."

"Good, I don't like comforting people or whatever, but if you need to say anything I could fucking listen I guess." Katsuki was stubbornly looking anywhere but the smiling face of Tenya Iida.

"Thank you, Bakugo." Iida hummed, "We're friends, and I'll listen to you too."

"I don't have fucking friends." Bakugo sputtered, his crackling palms face down against the grass by the track, trying to keep a lid on everything that was trying to claw itself free.

"Of course." Tenya laughed softly, "But I consider you my friend."

"Tch, whatever nerd." Katsuki snarled finally standing and making his way to the marked starting line on the track. His shoulder bumping against Iida's side in a way to say he was just flustered, not angry.

"Are you ready then?" Iida hummed, locked in a running position patiently waiting for the other.

"Damn straight. And I'm going to win." Katsuki barked, his eyes locked forward.

He was glowing in the setting sun. His hair like a halo around him and vermilion eyes alive with adrenaline and determination. Ethereal. The word echoed in Tenya's head like the beat of a drum and he struggled to lock it away like he did with all his strong feelings twords Katsuki.

"Go." Bakugo shouted as he took off down the track.

He wasn't meant for running at the speeds Iida could achieve but he was getting there and Tenya was blindsided by the overwhelming desire to see Katsuki radiate with victory. The way his quirk would pop and smoke would drift around him. A feral smile and shining eyes that screamed with vanity. He tripped and stumbled right from the beginning, a problem he never had before.

"Fuck yeah." Katsuki celebrated as he put more distance between them.

"Not so fast." Iida shot back as he quickly regained lost time. This is who he was, a runner. It had been baked into his ever fiber. He would live up to his family name.

"Shit." Bakugo was whining, but he would never admit it and Tenya would selfishly never share the information.

Katsuki never won this game, but Iida could hear the heavy slap of his feet cross the lap line only moments after his own.

"Katsuki that was amazing." It slipped out before he really had time to think, he had turned around so quickly and the praise he'd tried to keep down couldn't be tamed any longer.

That warm feeling danced over their skin in a painful blush. Bakugo's mouth hung open like he didn't know how to respond. Iida had always strived to be proper, but here he was breathless on the school track with Bakugo Katsuki, the almost pro that snuck into his room to steal his jackets.

"Stupid," Katsuki finally grumbled, stalking forward and latching on to Iida's lose shirt, "Idiot."

He yanked the taller down before stretching onto his toes and slamming his lips onto the other's. It was all teeth and harsh movements. Tenya's shaking hands carding through the soft spikes of Katsuki's hair. The emotions Iida tried so hard to keep down came washing over him suddenly and overwhelmingly. Bakugo shoved away first, breathless and embarrassed he darted over to Tenya's jacket, pulling it on and cursing to himself. Iida couldn't find words as the blond was flying through the sky back to the school.

"Oh." Tenya whispered, a hand clentched over his chest where Katsuki had latched on and fingers brushing over his stinging lips.

He walked back to the school, Bakugo's water bottle in his hand. His mind elsewhere as he walked into the front dorm room doors. The common room was empty, but he could hear the distinct sound of everyone milling around in the kitchen and dining area.

"Iida, you're back! Kachan is making spicy curry and Shoto made enough cold soba of you'd rather that." Midoriya hummed from the doorway.

"I'm not hungry, thank you." Tenya sighed back, his skin prickling at the mention of Bakugo.

"Oi, you idiot, you have to eat after that work out." Katsuki snarled from where he stood behind Midoriya, a wooden spoon extended like a weapon.

"Oh." Iida blurted out, unsure of what else to say to the soft blush that painted Bakugo's features and the flutter of butterflies in his chest, "I'll help then."

. . .

Aaaa idk I have mixed feelings but overall I'm pretty okay with how this turned out. I hope you enjoyed <3

#bakuiida #bakugou katsuki #tenya lida #mha fluff #mha au #bnha fanfiction #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #bnha fandom

[generallypo]

in all sincerity, kim dokja makes me happy and he deserves to be so too :^(

incoherent yelling and sobbing under the cut. these fEELINGS will not be contained aaauuunnghhh. 

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anyway i binge-read all 500+ chapters of ORV this week and i honest to god feel bad for this -- completely! fictional! aghhhh -- guy. in case you haven’t figured it out, the following is some spoilerly shit

i went in expecting a fun, brainless power trip fantasy for dudes with an isekai addiction. instead, it turns out ORV is actually a gigantic, self-deprecating prank on the entire genre itself. kdj plays more into the sad -- if high-functioning-- clown trope than the sexy, edgy, chuuni bastard type i was prepared to laugh at. there were -- gasp! -- female characters with personalities! parents (aka ADULTS who act like ADULTS) who actually survive and feature prominently! adorable children! a real sexy, edgy bastard! a power trio with amazing fashion! sexual tension and bickering! friendship! life and death bonding! 

*breathes in deeply* fouND FAMILYYYYYYY.

like, yeah, the plot around the first few arcs seems a little aimless, but the buildup is worth. the world-building is pretty decent. there’s discernible effort put into the fight scenes, and i can appreciate that. but -- but! what i stayed for were the characters -- namely, the fantastic OT3 of KDJ, HSY, and YJH -- who come together despite their initial rivalries and end up saving each other’s asses, like, every other day. granted, the other characters don’t get as much focus, and they do fall into certain character tropes.. 

but a trope done well is nothing i would gripe about. every significant character in ORV has a coherent, and more importantly, respectful take on their respective trope. maybe it’s because sing-shong is actually a married couple, but all the interactions between even minor characters are a convincing blend of awkward rambling, suggestive humor, sharp remarks, and casual banter. in other words, this cast of mostly working adults (plus a teen and two kids) talks like working adults. the relationships built throughout the story are, frankly, some of most realistic of its genre. sing-shong has managed to craft a dynamic that undoubtedly brims with fluffy fondness all around, but also drips with sarcastic tension, with unspoken urgency, with a wariness that softens into sincerity over the course of many, many chapters. it’s the kind of progression that makes even stock characters read like more than just the 2-bit villain or comrade or love interest. here, we have relationships both straightforward and not, strained or otherwise, romantically-oriented as well as decidedly the opposite -- and then numerous others scattered along the spectrum with the freedom to shift either way. 

it’s also an interesting point of note that our MC kdj actually does not end up with a stated romantic partner, much less a conventional heteroromantic harem. he gets teased about that fact from time to time, but it’s with less of the sleazy shonen locker room humor one would expect and more of the good-natured ribbing you’d find among friends or that one especially nosy auntie at the yearly family reunion. kdj is a grown ass man. in the background, i applaud his maturity, and he handles all the prodding like a champ. 

so instead of finding and fulfilling his horny, he builds himself a wealth of loving family. yeah, there are beautiful men and women around him. yeah, they unequivocally adore him. but they’re also adults, and they have priorities, too -- which are not so much finding a way to bang kdj’s brains out and more so simply keeping the damn guy alive. this is truly not ‘oblivious mc with his thirsty, sex kitten harem’. it just so happens that a guy proves himself to be unflinchingly gentle and capable in an apocalyptic setting despite his broken self-esteem, and lots of people find that attractive, romantically and platonically. 

it.. kinda makes sense? he’s a hard worker, thoughtful, and good with kids. kdj is the kind of guy you know would make a reliable partner, and anybody with eyes can plainly see and appreciate that. 

and it’s not that our MC’s a total brick wall. in fact, it’s likely the opposite, and he’s just too darned repressed to admit it. from what has been implied, kdj does indeed recognize and accept love, or at least a primitive concept of it. i like to imagine that the kind of love that he ends up seeking out simply manifests itself more easily as acceptance and safety, as warmth and a home of people to return to every day. even better, the people who surround him know this, and they give him exactly that. it’s refreshing, and honestly, really sweet.

(as a side note, i really, really do appreciate the cosmic bi energy radiating off of kdj, who canonically earns the title of being loved by all and is all but in name married to yjh and hsy. he also respects women and small children and honestly anyone who isn’t total scum to him or his family. i respect that.)

but the happy stuff aside, you know it it just ain’t ORV without the generous screaming dollop of angst. admittedly, there’s self-sacrifice, injury, lonesome wandering, more sacrifice, some epic fighting, reunion and confrontation. all of it is a lot to digest, sure, but never does it feel entirely hopeless, or truly, truly heart-clenching. ORV, up until the final act, is a mostly light read. you relax in your chair, thinking that nothing beyond this point can disturb you. 

yeah fucking right.

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and then the beginning of the end arrives. when the squad finally break through to their ‘ending’, the scene that kind of breaks me is the reveal of the Most Ancient Dream. it ties so much thematically into the little tidbits that we get of kdj’s past, and it though it feels like almost a joke that the source of the goddamn apocalypse is a kid with bruises smeared across his skinny ass body -- it’s such a pathetic picture that it’s kinda poetic, actually. you’re left mystified but somewhat convinced, like a math problem explained halfway through. this.. child.. is a villain somehow, isn’t he?

and then 999th turn uriel speaks up, and she. just. hugs him. 

[[You are this universe’s most powerless existence, aren’t you.]] 

that. that gets me. kdj’s reaction immediately upon this revelation? absolute murder. seeing him essentially self-destruct upon realizing that all these people he’s surrounded himself with -- some who continuously proclaim their loyalty and affection for him throughout their journey, some who suffered eons of war and loss and trauma because of his existence -- not only forgive his younger self but smother him with unconditional acceptance and love is stifling, is too vulnerable and exposed and he simply can’t cope -- it’s so telling of his true mentality, of his crippling insecurity and crumpled sense of self-worth. kim dokja is a liar, through and through, so much that he fails, or perhaps refuses, to comprehend the veracity of others’ kindness and love towards himself. 

by some miracle, the events at the end of the world somehow resolve.. or so it seems. there is a departing train, a liberated team of ex-gods, and a child rousing from his slumber. in the aftermath, i am left shaking. somehow, despite the ending having been (happily?) reached, there’s still another chapter ahead. what is this witchcraft?

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and then ah, yes -- the epilogue arc. i teetered on the edge of being critical for a little bit there -- is that display of deus ex machina, of sad, self-sacrificing nobility a bit too egregious to be acceptable? is this some wild last let-me-yank-this-outta-my-ass plot twist to drag out the chapter count? i sincerely thought that the arc before it would have been the finale. i was wrong. thank god.

anyways, as an answer to the above: no, and no. i stake my firm claim on the belief that the epilogue arc was meticulously planned out well in advance of its release, confusing and time-warpy as it is. i liked it. tremendously. even if it entirely invalidates all of kdj’s supposed development (”haha lol yeah sure i won’t sacrifice myself or anything anymore guys don’t worry about me” -- KDJ, at some point because he’s a lying rat bastard). actually, our beloved MC disappears for a large chunk of this arc, and i think it’s great. in his absence, the other characters not only go absolutely fucking nuts, but they have to figure out this new problem on their own, even if the lure of peaceful complacency in the newly saved Korea might convince them otherwise. 

and then the whole time paradox thing comes around. yjh goes to space, hsy saves the only life she can, and kdj grows up. the crew waits, holding onto their hope even if it bleeds them dry. sing-shong does a damn good job of illustrating their fraying calm, their lurking madness, the unseen but pervasive depression that seeps in from kdj’s absence. the kids lose their father, lhs and jhw lose their reliable leader figure, ysa loses a best friend and confidant, lsk -- as distant as she pretends to be from her son -- loses her only child. and then there’s hsy and yjh , who are essentially bereft of the other half of their existences. their pain is palpable, is grounded in the hopeless, gnawing frustration of an utterly meaningless victory. emotionally, ORV hits all the right -- if agonizing -- beats.

however, a story can’t sustain itself just through its pathos. i’m happy to say that ORV doesn’t drop the ball after the first milestone, and after all the hurt, the characters do leap straight back into action. even better, the plot holes actually do get patches, and the poetic cycle of writer, protagonist, and reader comes full circle by making use of all those supposedly throwaway characters from the myriad world lines. 

at the end of the road, there is a distinct sense of unity, of a delicate but undeniable cohesion to the world lines and their origins. sing-shong lets us guess a little here at the finish, but there’s just enough information to feel hopeful. maybe there never had been a definite start -- or finish -- to the story of kdj company, and... that’s okay. everybody ends up where they were meant to be, where they fought and struggled to reach. it’s.. almost like a happily ever after, if we’re allowed to dream of that.

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now, i realize, this was all an orchestrated maneuver.

i’ll take it.

to me, all of this work sounds like someone put some serious thought into this behemoth of a plot. it cements the entire original premise of the story. it suggests -- but never explicitly confirms! -- the possibility that breaking free of the cycle is possible through the exact same system that sustains it. it’s terribly interesting -- and inspirational! with all the dramatic revelations and life-threatening scenarios  and the cast’s resigned acceptance of them that essentially make up ORV’s entire mood, there’s still that last hint of rebellious and righteous anger that lights up the whole damn nebula. it’s like the kdj company blasting away at the heavens just to yell into the nether: we’re not looking for the happy end, but the free one. stay alive.

it’s subtle, and yet it’s such an emotional gut punch. i came away with the most ruinous, frustrating, bittersweet sense of longing in ages. i pined. for these fictional darlings. god, i am weak.

so. yeah. ORV is pretty good. flawed, but ambitious and impressively thought out.  i’m stoked that the webtoon is making pretty good progress, even if it’ll take an eternity and a half to meet that monstrous chapter count. i’m still gonna follow it. hell yeah. 

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(by the way the idea that secretive plotter and co are literally gonna take care of and raise baby kdj and spoil him and be the best friggin family a kid could ever want does things to me. protect him. he’s suffered too much. let at least one worldline’s version of him know happiness. and actually, aLL OF THEM DESERVE DOMESTIC BLISS TOGETHER IN A BIG OL MANSION WITH SUN AND FRESH AIR AND TENDER FAMILY MOMENTS UGH)

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and there you have it, folks. you made it to the end. in the far, far distance, i’m cheering you on and crying my eyes out in gratitude. thanks for tuning in!

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[yougetoneshot]

Suicide Squad: Reversal

What if Team 1 and Team 2 switched missions?

Focus is on Team 1: Flag, Harley, Captain Boomerang, Savant, Mongal, Weasel, Blackguard, TDK, and Javelin

Chapter 2

Outside the capital, Harley sent Savant to survey the area. He returned and sat down without a word. She waited patiently for a moment with a tense smile. As time passed, she patted her foot and cleared her throat. “Savant.”

“Yea?”

“The plan?”

“What about it? I think it’s a good plan.” He’d nodded while looking straight ahead. “We got power in numbers, especially if the others are just as gifted in their abilities.”

“…Savant.. you said that earlier.” Harley said through a tight lipped smile.

“..oh.. uh.. I got a bad memory.” He’d weakly responded.

“….you couldn’t’ve told me that sooner?!” She shrieked.

“Hey, I could go give it a look.” Blackguard raised his hand, his short toddler shirt raising up his torso even more as he lifted his arm.

“..I dunno..”

“Please.” He gave her the most puppy dog look and Harley relented. “You got fifteen minutes. Don’t get spotted.”

“I won’t.” He quickly disappeared out of the van and after a moment of the group listening to Blackguard run off, Savant spoke.

“I saw Flag.”

Harley spun around so hard she nearly fell over. “You saw Flag?! Do you remember where?”

“Yea. He was in a cell just on the south side of the building. Looked pretty banged up.”

“We gotta go get him!” Harley pitched to the rest of the group.

“What about Blackguard?”

“Oh. Right. Well he’s looking for the others, yea? So we just split up. Mongal, Weasel, and Javelin, you watch Thinker and wait here for Blackguard to get back. If he isn’t back in fifteen minutes, go look for him. Got it?”

“Roger that, Harley.” Javelin’s thick accent made Harley smile before she, TDK, and Boomerang followed Savant to rescue Flag.

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Blackguard raced down a small pathway and leapt high over a tall security fence. He landed with a roll to his feet and looked around. A spacious outdoor garden provided ample hiding areas as he snuck towards a back entrance. As he reached for the door, a powerful shock radiated through his body and he collapsed. His vision faded as a dark shadow bent down over him.

-

Flag sat in his cell, wincing at his injuries. The Corto Moltese soldiers were brutal, prodding his gun wounds and shocking him for fun. He hadn’t even been tortured yet and he was already hanging by a thread. A glare from the sun beaming through the bars of his cell made him furrow his brow and look up to see what was causing it.

Harley?

He had to be hallucinating. The bars were 10 feet off the ground. How could she be there waving at him.

“What-“

She repeatedly pressed a finger to her lips to signal him to shush. He casted a look to the lone guard in the mostly empty jail. He gave Flag a disgruntled look before going back to reading a magazine with a scantily clad woman on the front.

Flag moved closer to the bars and before he could say anything more Harley dropped something down to him- an arm?! He nearly dropped it except it floated on its own once he let go of it. He looked in awe and disgust of the arm as he looked back up at Harley who disappeared from view. After a few moments, he could hear the distinctive sound of Boomerang’s Australian accent as he cursed about being the muscle before TDK came into view. He waved and Flag instantly realized the floating arm belonged to him.

Flag looked back towards the guard before grabbing the arm and shoving it to the ground and pushing it through the bars. Flag then backed up to where TDK could see him and began making motions with his hands to direct TDK’s movements.

“How are you holding up?” Harley patted the sweat from Boomerang’s brow as he stood holding TDK on his shoulders.

“Ay, just peachy. Exactly what I wanted to do today.” He growled lowly.

“Really?”

“No, of course bloody not! This guy is heavy!”

“Shh!” She pressed a finger to his lips. “You got this, Boomer. You’re like, the third strongest member on this team.”

“You’re the most annoying.” He sneered.

“No I ain’t!” She pushed him.

Harley and Boomerang’s quarrel made TDK lose balance and his arm bumped the desk. Flag looked up at the guard in a panic as he moved to find the source of the sound.

“Hey! When am I going to get some food in here?! You know the US military is going to rain down fire on you if you don’t treat me well.” Flag tried his best to distract the guard who slowly burst into laughter.

“You Americans are so funny!” He reached into a drawer where Flag could see the key to the cell and pulled out some Tic Tacs. He threw them through the bars at Flag who let them scatter to the floor. “There’s your food.” The guard then moved to sit back in his chair when he noticed the arm now perched at the edge of the desk. A scream started to erupt until TDK’s other arm came from behind and muffled it. The two arms worked together to shove the guard into the wall and knock him unconscious before grabbing the cell key for Flag. He took the key from the floating arms and opened the cell. Sparing a look down the hall, he exited out the south end door to be greeted by Harley hugging him. Behind her, TDK was reuniting with his arms and Boomerang was doubled over panting.

“Yea, so TDK stands for The Detachable Kid, did you know that?”

“Actually, no… I didn’t.”

“Crazy right?! Hey!” She suddenly slapped his chest. “Did you not know about the other team neither?”

“What other team?”

-

Meanwhile back at the van, Javelin looked at Mongal and Weasel. “Has it been fifteen minutes yet?”

Thinker ignored his question entirely.

“I don’t know how to measure Earth time.” Mongal shrugged.

“…and I do not have a watch.. I don’t think this beast has one either..”Javelin looked to weasel who coughed up a hairball. He made a disgusted face before he noticed something shiny. A watch. Javelin tugged the watch out of the hair ball and set a timer. “Okay. Fifteen minutes.”

The van returned to awkward silence.

-

Blackguard woke to the sounds of screams and machinery. He shook himself to consciousness out of panic and became aware of his body strapped down to a table. Next to him was a man in a lab coat taking his blood. Around him he saw others being experimented on as he began to shake in fear.

“What is this?!”

“The stepping stone to Jotunheim. We’re going to see if you’re worthy to go there or if we’re going to torture you until we’re bored.”

“I have information. You don’t have to torture me. I’ll give it to you. Just don’t hurt me.” His lip quivered as he begged. The scientist laughed and leaned in.

“You think we’d trust anything you said?”

“Yes. We would.” The scientist looked up as the dictator of the island walked over. “Tell me what you know.”

#the suicide squad fanfiction #Harley Quinn #Rick Flag #Blackguard #Mongal DC #Weasel DC #Captain Boomerang #Savant DC #TDK #Javelin DC #The Thinker DC #Suicide Squad Reversal #SSR Chapter 2 #Hopefully labeling the chapters will help as I write more