#rotation 16

[tainoodles]

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[ennysimmer]

Ophelia actually managed to find herself a cute girl at the bar. Unfortunately, their dinner meeting a few days later was purely for business. Ophelia knew she couldn't start any business on her own right now, but co-owning would be a great start, and it just happened that Autumn was looking for a business partner.

"So, you would handle the business side of things, which would let me focus on actually being a florist?" Autumn asked. "Because that would be the dream. I thought starting my own business would be great. I mean, it is great, but there's so much other stuff taking time from what I really want to be doing". "Sure, I can't say I have any experience with flowers, but I do have a good head for numbers," Ophelia replied. "That's all I need. So.. uhm. Business partners then?" "I suppose so. Wow. This was not what I expected from my night out," Ophelia laughed.

[random-cockroach]

[sassquire]

me: ill pick up where i left off with trigun 98. im feelin real low and my comfort character vash will help me fall asleep :)

trigun '98, episode 17:

[starry-skies-116]

do you all think D-16 unironically reads Megatronus x Y/N fanfics. or at least the Cybertronian equivalent

[starrycassi]

Mark Grayson might be homophobic.

Set in my Maskless!Mark is super gay and also an alien overlord universe

Reporter: "One of the saving talking points of the public in these last few days has been that, apparently, we have reports of both you and your father passing laws to condemn so many structural prejudices. Is there any proper explanation for this?"

Mark, 16, has been tasked with his very first media run because Nolan wants to get him "commandant" ready as soon as possible and he needs to get used to cameras and attention before they even do that: "Well, uh, my dad and I just really want peace, you know? Uh, equality, I guess you can call it. Every person on earth can be useful in one way or another, and we would rather have the people working to their full potential. And I grew up here, and— well, my mom's a woman, so I'm no keen on sexism and all that, and we're also asian, so slurs and all that hits a bit close to home, and— yeah, just, you know, we wants what's best... for everyone"

Reporter, trying to be funny: "Can we count on you to show up to next year's pride, then?"

William, thinking that pride would be unnecessary in a world where everyone is equal: "...well, no? What would there be to be proud of? Why would we do that?"

Reporter, trying to salvage this: "...what do YOU think about the LGBTQ community, Mark? There has been insider rumoring that it was you who proposed this specific law. Surely you understand the importance of-"

Mark Grayson, has been dating his best friend in secret for almost six months, really wants to be forward with it but is keeping it quiet because William is still coming to terms with... everything: "WELL, I think the gays are real cool. Great. They're, uh- they're brave. Funny. I mean, not all of them- I bet it sucks for them. It doesn't have to. I mean, unless they want to suck. Which I guess some of them do- that's cool too. Uhm. Yeaaaah. The gays are, uh, I'm fine with them"

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Then his answers get worse and worse. Not even three hours later, "MARK GRAYSON, HOMOPHOBIC?!" seems to be trending everywhere. Mark feels like burying himself in the middle of Alaska and never coming out.

At least William seems to be entertained.

[mintythyme]

Random dndads headcanon #16

(Buckle in this is a long one)

Nick, Nickolas, and Nicky all are trans. Nick’s deadname was Nicole (Glenn wanted to do Noelle, but Morgan thought it was a bit much. They didn’t settle on a name until Glenn just picked Nicole Cage in the place where Nick was born, and never told Morgan.), but still went by Nic. Nick’s full name was Nicotine Cage Close. Nick’s egg broke, and he came out and transitioned in the same day, I’d say around age 7 or 8, after Morgan’s death. He just kind of told Glenn during dinner, and that was it. (Glenn was immediately supportive, but messed up with pronouns for, like, three months at most.)

Nickolas’ dead name was ‘Harriet’, though on the day he was born, the doctors thought that he was a boy, and Jodie wrote Harrison (like Harrison ford it was the best one I could think of) on the birth certificate to get it done fast since they had decided on names, like, three months into the pregnancy. By the time they figured out the error, the name was already sent in. Anyways, I’d say he figured it out at about the same time as Nick, but didn’t tell Jodie until, like, five months before they ended up in Faerun. Both parents were supportive, though Jodie was confused on where the name ‘Nickolas’ came from. All the information Nickolas would give is that he just remembered it, and it felt like him. (He didn’t really forget everything, you see. They felt like dreams, half memories that you think are real until you remember what’s actually the reality you live in. That life seemed so much worse, filled with bad smelling smoke and a deep grief that permeated the air, a life that was unpredictable, and unorganized, and chaotic, a life he never had. So why does he feel sad when he compares the two? Why does he feel like he missed out on a life he was supposed to have from the beginning, when things are so much better than this? Why is he crying?)

Nicky doesn’t have a real name, not really. None of the names of his previous selves are really him, Nicky was just the only middle ground he could settle on, and even that doesn’t feel right. Though, at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter, does it. He’s just Nicky. And that’s enough, he thinks. After all, ‘Swift’ was just kind of the name he came up with on the spot. He hadn’t really put much thought into it, just needed a good cover. (He took Freeman as the last name he thinks is the real one. It was the one thing that was consistent, you see. No matter how scattered he felt, how divided, he was always Morgan’s boy. And the things that stayed the same were hers. And at least, this time, even if everything else went to shit, she knows his name.)

[hashipebbles]

w,,,,must go back,,,,,

[abimee]

commission for @tsotc of the lovely viera couple peppy (he/she) and gargar (she/it) :] + a bunch of alts of the comm, very happy with this one and coming out on the other side with an appreciation for people who draw flowers by hand ha ha🦧

[genderjester]

lately there's been a darkness growing within him

[tainoodles]

This is when I had to take a break. I tried to play a session in order to keep up with my queue but then this kept happening...

Then I got busy with school and other things. I just finished my semester so I tried playing again, ready to try and figure out why I was getting the infamous pink soup... only for it to just be magically fixed.

Who knows what happened, but we're good now and now that the rotation is finished, you get to see it!

[ennysimmer]

The next morning, the social worker delivered another burning toddler, and once again she left before they had any chance to ask her questions. At least she told them the toddler's name was Violet before she left.

"We should leave a complaint," Caleb muttered as they hurried inside with the Violet. "They could at least have told us the truth."

[dontcryminecraft]

wilbur's last words

i was rewatching the november 16 clip, and as phil picks up wilbur's things, right after killing him, wilbur speaks up again to tell him that dream had lied about the lack of a traitor and that technoblade had 8 withers in his inventory. phil panics, joins the other vc, and shares this information, and the clip ends. I want to completely rewatch the vod(s), but before i do that-

wilbur's last words. so, i'm taking his last words in this moment to be that message. and like, that imagery. phil, cradling his son's body as he breathes his last breath, and wilbur decides to happily tell phil that more destruction is to come. technoblade has more to offer. 8 withers worth of destruction, hidden away and only wilbur knew about it. The destruction of his nation, which phil had just failed to stop, isn't over.

he doesn't call himself a traitor, however. he tells the AUDIENCE earlier in the stream that he's the traitor. when quackity asks who the traitor is, wilbur looks at the camera and raises his hand. he's quiet, however, so nobody in the vc and "in canon" actually knows. he's admitting to the audience, breaking the fourth wall, to let us know the ending. But when talking to phil, he doesn't. Phil, who had just canonized that they're father and son. He still can't, when faced with a real person he's talking to, admit that he's betraying his nation. it's HIS NATION, after all. He's not betraying anything. THEY betrayed HIM. THEY cast him out. THEY changed. WILBUR is just making sure that it dies in his image, with no further damage done to HIS SYMPHONY.

he's like schrödinger's traitor or some shit. In his mind, he is both a traitor, where he embraces his role as a villain who is going against everyone, and the betrayed, where his nation cast him out and spit on him and changed. He is whatever justifies his actions at the moment, desperate to fit into the role he carved for himself and refusing to step out of it no matter how many people beg.

it's a very interesting way to interpret him, to me

[dreamabouteclipse]

Something that still haunts me to this day is that Sam and Dean were going to kill Alex and only didn't because Jody stepped in.

Do you know who I think would have also stepped in? JACK KLINE.

I feel like he would understand what it's like to be manipulated by people who claim to be your family from the get-go (I'm thinking about his heritage but also the other angels).

And we've seen him show sympathy towards people like Sylvia, who was misguided and ended up killing people. He says himself he could see how hurt he was, and I think he genuinely wanted to help her and even showed concern about what would happen to her after she was arrested.

And so Jack would look at Alex, who's basically screwed over at every turn - she was kidnapped and taken from her mother at a young age and forced to live with vampires. She developed stockholm syndrome and was then made to be used as bait to lure people (really creepy and dangerous people in some cases) in so they could be killed. She would offer herself as food when hunts went dry. And then when she became a teenager, the weight of what she was doing all these years came crashing down on her. Jack would see her and I really think he would understand her and want to help her like Jody did.

And, Jack (as Castiel says) is remarkably intuitive, and he would know how much pain Alex would've been in. Alex definitely wasn't evil, and Jack would've knownnnn thattttt

And he would know how much it hurts to lose a mother you never got the chance to meet.

I feel where Jack is more successful than Sam, Dean and even Castiel is that he understands nuances when it comes to 'monsters'. Partly due to others (and himself to an extent) perceiving him as a monster. And so that combined with his intuitiveness makes him incredibly good an empathising with others, even people who appear 'monstrous' to Sam and Dean.

Sidenote but I also think it would be funny for Jack to be friends with someone named Alex

[ghoul-tutor]

Putting a cut here because it’s a Long one. Enjoy!

Every other time Romeo has made his displeasure known, he does so. Loudly.

But this… it’s a rare sight.

Uriel stands with a smile in his eyes. Watching Romeo’s quiet anger is a treat. Perhaps this can be a sketch for later.

He doesn’t tell them Romeo’s warding card was real. Knowing these three, they’re already planning something against Hyde.

So when Romeo declares that he is going to “Make that DOF pay,” Uriel can’t help but show his support.

“By all means, I would like nothing more than for you to make him suffer.” The smile he wears has a razors edge to it; His tone is playful, but the words imply something else.

Taiga smiles.

Ritsu raises an eyebrow at Uriel, "I have recorded your previous statements. Do you not work for Professor Hyde, Uriel? In such, you two are business partners. If there is trouble between you two, I believe a more civil approach is warranted."

Before Uriel has a chance to respond, Taiga laughs, “Oh please, that Birdbrain was never on his side.” He walks up to Uriel and looks him straight in the eye., “Something like you would never be a teacher’s pet. You’d just cause trouble.”

Uriel just wasn’t expecting Taiga to confront him right now. But it’s fine.

“Want me to lay it all out? Let your little secrets slip?” Taiga taunts.

Kurokami has reasonable doubts. He’s bluffing. But Uriel can’t help but call it.

He needs to know what he knows, even if it’s just the dove.

The Beast takes Uriel’s silent invitation, and turns to his captive audience.

“You know where birdbrain was while we were in the city? He was flying around as an actual fucking bird. Saw him myself when y’all were making mud pies.”

Uriel met Luna’s eyes for a second.

She blinked. That bird… She saw it at the bus stop too. It leaned right into her touch when she pet it. Was it Uriel? It couldn’t be, he’s always so… distant.

Uriel isn’t shocked by this information. He already knew by the time he heard the mention of “you three.”

“But that’s not the biggest thing, is it?“ He turns back to Uriel, smiling widely and arms outstretched.

What?

Taiga’s making a show out of this, “You must think you’re so subtle, huh? Thinking you could get me to walk away like that; I didn’t even realize what you did until a while later.”

Uriel’s eyes widen. He couldn’t. That was months ago. Before he was blackmailed employed by Hyde.

"And another thing…” Taiga spins a leather bag around his finger, "That was a clever trick, making me go back when I didn't know what I was going back for.”

No.

Taiga throws his bag at Luna, keeping eye contact with Uriel, “But you gotta be so helpful, don’t ‘cha?”

It was bait.

Glorified bait.

And Uriel was played like a fucking kazoo.

“So, that begs the question:” Taiga purrs. “What’s something like you doing in such a pretty cage?”

Uriel sighs. The Beast is smarter than he thought, especially when he focuses. It reminds him of someone he knows.

“I can’t tell you that.”

Taiga points his gun at him, ”You’re not in a position to talk. Now sing, birdbrain.”

“You and I both know that because of the presence of The Fatebreaker, the Instance’s status has been compromised. There is no reason to uphold any Laws save for the third.”

Those words. If Hyde talked to Darkwick or thought hard enough about them, his superiors could banish him to an eternity of nothing but mind-numbing paperwork.

Those words could dash all his dreams of seeing Kuro again.

Those words could destroy this Universe that she held so dear.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Hoshiba-“

BANG.

Luna flinches; The bullet passes through Uriel effortlessly.

He… doesn’t fall.

There’s a small hole in between his eyes, but it weaves itself back together in seconds.

What…?

Uriel sighs. He doesn’t pay the bullet any mind. It’s merely a slight against himself.

A point to make to the rest of the group.

This man is not human.

Well. With everything, he can’t trust them to not escalate this. These three are clever, and they’ll talk.

The air shifts slightly.

Uriel’s eyes… the irises shimmer and distort. They separate into their bases; Red, green, and blue.

He’ll give a final warning, let sleeping dogs lie, Beast. Please.

“Don’t make me do something drastic, human.” That last word is poison. Such vitriol and hate in a single word. It conveys his distain for the lesser things that play by Fate’s design.

It appears the Blossom is the only one with sense here, because she looks to the Beast with pleading eyes.

“Taiga, maybe we should-“

The machine gun rattles, a rapid fire symphony of steel and fire. It’s a spectacle. Surely if one doesn’t work, maybe all of them could.

Uriel stands there. Taking every single bullet without any protest.

When Taiga stops, he’s riddled with holes, on his arms, his face, his chest, his wings-

…Wait, when did he get those?

There’s a pair of pristine white wings hanging from his shoulders. They’re enormous, easily longer than he is tall.

Uriel’s eyes narrow. They look unrecognizable now; shimmering colors in a hypnotizing wave. If Luna squints, she can see the colors extending to the edges of his body.

“I see.”

A pulse of power reverberates from him; A wave to match the aftershock of a nuclear explosion. It knocks everyone to the ground.

An assault of thoughts, feelings, and emotions flood their minds. All coming from Uriel.

[Displeasure, Disappointment, Judgment.]

Uriel looms above the Ghouls, wings outstretched and form shimmering like a mirage.

He is beautiful.

He is terrible.

“Taiga Hoshibami, Romeo Scorpius Lucci, Ritsu Shinjou, Luna Aikawa,” With every Name spoken, something opens within them.

Ready to listen.

To receive.

He glares at the Ghouls.

Ritsu is confidently meeting Uriel’s gaze, dismissing the headache that forms just behind his eyes; Romeo is turned to Taiga, with a face that screams “What did you just do?”; and Taiga. He stares at Uriel uninhibited with a manic glee.

Finally, Birdbrain isn’t holding back.

“From now until you inevitably perish, you four are incapable to discuss, write down, or otherwise communicate any discoveries made about myself to anyone other than the humans Named in this directive.”

Every word feels oppressive. An inclusion on the world at large.

“All humans who overhear any communication about the topic in question will forget all they have learned or have their memories otherwise overwritten by plausible scenarios depending on which is more likely to be believed.”

He glances at Ritsu.

“Previous statements apply to written and recorded communication as well.”

The taste of salt stings in the group’s mouths.

“I declare these words to become reality upon my position, my Soul, and my Name, [].”

Everyone expects his name to be Uriel. That’s what everyone calls him, so that has to be his name, right?

But when he says it, it’s…

They’re sitting on a comfortable chair with an old book in hand. They can smell the book, feel its texture on their fingers. There’s a snowstorm outside, but the hearth warms them enough.

Its cozy. It’s nice.

And it’s Uriel.

It’s undoubtedly Uriel.

That’s him.

That’s his Name.

The entire exchange lasts only a few minutes, but it feels like days.

~~~~

“There is someone else here.”

“…What?”

“We found them in the bushes.”

“…’Lemme see.”

. . .

“I… I don’t think I can do that again.”

“Then let us.”

“…Do you wish for us to make him forget everything he may have witnessed?”

“…No.”

“You wish to have him remember the plans to kill Hyde Haizono?”

“I’m not supposed to be here. Pratt-San is.”

“…We see.”

“Kuro… can you do me a favor?”

~~~~~~~

In less than a blink, Uriel’s back to normal. No wings, no weird colors, just… him.

He turns his back on the ghouls, walks over to Luna, and offers a hand.

It’s only now she notices that he’s not breathing. …Did he ever breathe at all?

She’s… hesitant. How could she even touch him after that? He looked like he was about to kill everyone with some kind of… thing.

But… Uriel saved her; He sliced that sign in two; He showed her a picture he drew of that girl who made that song with him.

He let her pet him as a bird.

He… likes her, doesn’t he?

That’s enough to trust him, right?

Luna takes his hand. He doesn’t have a normal body temperature. It feels like a gentle sunbeam, warm and comforting.

He pulls her up to meet him. He’s so tall, Luna has to crane her neck to see his face.

If she squints, she can still see a faint outline of the wings. Were those there the entire time too?

Uriel kneels down to meet her eyes.

Prime, she’s just like Gabriel. Under that fear, it’s a familiar look of wonder. The same one she would give when he showed her a finished piece.

He looks into her eyes, cups her cheek with a hand, and smiles softly. There’s a sadness in his eyes, and he appears to be on the verge of tears.

Uriel remembers her eyes. A deep amber color, like saffron tea. It’s nothing like the Blossom’s flush pink. Strings of Fate, he never meant to get her caught in that.

“…I’m sorry, Aikawa.” If he wasn’t so close, she wouldn’t have heard him say it.

Uriel disappears without fanfare. No feathers following his departure.

One moment, he’s there, the next he’s not.

She can still feel his hand on her cheek.

It’s after a few seconds that she thinks about the Ghouls.

Romeo’s gripping his head and curses. His uniform is stained.

Ritsu… he’s looking at his recorder sadly. With how the directive was given, whatever he recorded from Uriel and Taiga’s exchange is useless.

And Taiga…

Taiga is sprawled out on the grass, smiling ear to ear like a madman.

He lost.

He lost.

Taiga cackles.

But losing never felt so good.

This thing had to resort to a magical fucking NDA to beat him.

That birdbrain won, but at what cost?

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HUGE thanks to @grim--the-end for proofreading and giving advice.

[matookahitaki]

bad jedi manners: lighting a death stick with their lightsaber