#Enemies Aligned

[emperor-pavoom]

After 10 years of writing this story in my head, I have finally released my fanseason, "Ninjago: Enemies Aligned", for public consumption. Episode 1 is out now!

[emperor-pavoom]

BUDDE drives a custom-built tank that is 100% not road certified, he definitely should NOT be driving but he does it anyway.

Ok reblog with uhhhhhh can ur Ninjago oc drive/do they do so? Also uhhh why or why not? (English teacher ass question)

Toni can drive, but doesn’t on account if not owning a car (car insurance in Ninjago City has to be CRAZYYYYYY) and it’s easier to stop and interview ppl if he’s on a bike or on foot.

Charlie never properly learned how to drive (didn’t go to high school bc she was legally regarded as dead by that point) but does know how to and does do so.

Kit can’t drive bc they grew up in a society where it. Wasn’t needed.

[lwiann]

Play teeth by 5sos

[the-dragon-hearted]

Part 1

There is a universe, somehow, where everything aligned just perfectly and left four desperate children on Silco's doorstep. A universe where Piltover is just a bit more ruthless: where Vander's connections aren't trustworthy and where his foolish sentimentality wins.

Vander's arrested, in Vi's place. He's so proud of her for trying to do the right thing - but he'll not make a sacrifice out of Felicia's daughter. The violence in the streets has to stop and Piltover won't stop until it has someone to blame for the theft. So the Hound becomes a sacrificial lamb.

But remember, his agreements are flimsier, and the trust between enforcer and undercity is as thin as the razor blade Mylo keeps in his pocket. The gold-trimmed enforcers aren't happy with a Hound dressed in wool - they want the girl. The one Jayce identified. Some pink-haired snot-nosed filthy brat. The thief. The terrorist.

They labeled her a terrorist: Vi. For a near-harmless explosion in a district she would've been beaten in, just for the grime in her hair.

And the Hound won't have that.

For the second time in his life, Vander's knuckles are stained with enforcer blood and the undercity begins to burn. Vi's next to him, eager to fight, but scared. She's just a kid after all. Always eager. Always scared.

Claggor, Mylo, and Powder come running as they limp back to the Last Drop. Powder's too busy crying into Vi's shirt to pay much attention to the screams outside. Reinforcements are just a few minutes away. The rats of the undercity retreat to spare themselves from the brutality beneath an enforcer's heel and the streets grow quieter and quieter. They all know how to slip away when the time demands it, but this is more than sneaking through the sewers and waiting for the storm to pass.

The enforcers, the council, Piltover: they'll keep coming. The blood on Vander and Vi's hands ensures that much. And they don't want him -

He looks to where Vi is hugging Powder back, a: "Sorry Powpow," being breathed. "Didn't mean to scare you -"

He can't let that happen. He can make himself the bigger problem - the biggest threat and that will buy the kids time and give those rich bastards a victory.

But then... it'll just be them.

Claggor's strong, Mylo's sly, Powder's clever, and Vi is brave. They're all tough as nails and they'll make it. At least until this underbelly starts ripping itself around. Vander's a smart man who knows what will happen in his absence, the cannibalistic tendencies of desperate people who need scapegoats.

And Vi's already willing to play the martyr. She proved that much. No, if he leaves he needs to leave them with something. Anything. Something that's as willing to fight for their future as...

That's when he gets the terrible idea. Right around the same time he hears the tell-tale racket of enforcers running down cobblestone. He grabs a bar napkin, and Claggor bars the door. He fumbles messily around for a piece of graphite or a damned pen.

Vi pushes Powder behind her and grabs a half-empty bottle from a table. There's a shatter as she arms herself with razor glass. These kids are well versed at making weapons, they have to be.

They'll only get better at it if he finishes this note. He's signing their lives away to a different demon. There's no guarantee they'll live long enough to give him the note. It's a terrible idea -

"I'll never betray Zaun's children"

Powder's climbing behind the bar with him, clinging to his leg. Mylo climbs over the other side, fiddling with a collection of rusty steak knives. Claggor's grabbed a chair and broke it, two wooden beams in either hand.

Suffocating in the streets is better than dying on a bridge.

"Take this," he gives it to Vi before slipping on his knuckles. "Find Silco. Ask around, and he'll find you."

"What?" it's a challenge from her. She's ready to fight to keep what she has.

She doesn't realize that every fight comes with a loss. And eventually, it's going to take everything from her. Once you bloody those knuckles you never stop - not really.

But not today. Today it'll only take him, and hopefully, she'll remember what they talked about. She'll remember that despite this shitshow - he's proud of her for finding a peaceful solution. He's proud of her for putting down those fists.

But there was no way in hell he was going to let her go.

"Take care of each other," he orders slipping on his other gauntlet. Mylo and Powder stare at him with wide eyes. Claggor's lip is trembling.

"Remember. Remember, to look out for each other!" he orders.

"No!" Powder seems to understand now as Vander pulls the bracings away from the door. She scrambles over the bar with a muffled wail. Mylo stops her right as Vander throws the door open.

"Vander!" Vi screams, but the hound is loose.

He's in the streets and he's set about making these fools remember why they follow the light. Why they fear the undercity so badly they chase its children to sate their fury. Dark things live in the undercity. Zaun's children are raised in air so heavy it turns their lungs to iron. Her streets sharpen their teeth and build calluses over their knuckles until the only thing they feel is the warm crimson in their wake.

Vander had hoped he'd never do this - be this. But jaws shatter under his fist faster than glasses fill with his whiskey. He's good at this. Always has been. The kids slip away - he knows that much.

Everything else is a bit of a blur. He glimpses Ekko, once, on the rooftops. The boy heads after the other four and Vander is thankful for that. Benzo didn't survive the first wave... he doesn't have much chance to reflect on that because there's another enforcer in his grip and a new scream in the air.

He buys the kids plenty of time. Too much time.

Enough time for all of Zaun to hear the news: the Hound's fighting back! Five enforcers are dead! Six! Ten! Enough time for Vi and Mylo to find their informants.

Silco isn't exactly a subtle name. He's well hidden, that's true, but a familiar blond limped his way over to one of the abandoned warehouses after Vi kicked the shit out of him. Word on the street is that he's in with someone named Silco. Doesn't mean much to the informant or to Vi.

It's enough. They slip into one of Zaun's many industrial districts just as Vander finally falls.

Piltover's attack dogs got him - they would eventually, he knew that much. A wild hound is fierce but numbers always win. Part of him's happy to die on familiar cobblestones. Better than the cool stone of prison - better than anything Piltover had in mind for him. This way, the kids would know what happened to him. They wouldn't do anything stupid.

Well... they'd probably still do some stupid things. He coughed out a laugh, blood hacking out of his lungs as it all began to fade. Good. They deserved to be a bit stupid. They were kids...

Just kids.

Hopefully, Silco remembers that...

Silco? Oh, Silco remembers. He'd been making a plan revolving around that. Kids are foolish. Kids are loyal. Children are painfully easy to manipulate and kill. Children are easy to make disappear.

Killing Vander and his children was quite literally on his upcoming schedule. It was going to be a glorious sort of revenge, making Vander watch it happen - helpless to stop it as he drowned in his own pacifism. It was going to be inhumane. The final nail in Silco's old coffin.

So pardon him for taking a moment to stare at the victims delivered to his doorstep. Half of him wants to laugh. The other half feels like he's been shoved back into that damn river.

The children only stare back, wide-eyed and curious. Scared too... haunted in some wonderfully poetic way.

"Can I help you?" Silco demands cooly after his disbelief has been satiated.

The pink one steps forward, naturally. She's Vander's little favorite, his poster child: basically a replica. Taking charge is probably laced in her veins.

She hands him a napkin.

"He told us to come here," she breathes, and it almost sounds like a prayer.

Silco cannot focus on anything but the napkin.

"Well... not here," the wily boy in the back disagrees slowly as he gives a scathing glance to a dead mouse in the corner. "He told us to find you."

Silco watches them carefully and then unfolds the napkin. If this is a trap it's ridiculous and definitely not Vander's idea. Perhaps these children are simply suicidal - or stupid.

He reads it.

Pauses. Reads it again.

He glances to that pink one again: Violet. Felicia's daughter. The other one is to her right, clinging to the elder's bruised knuckles. Powder... right?

Mylo. And Claggor.

Vander's children.

Vander's children!

He reads it one more time.

"It is kind of messy," Claggor's sheepish tone contradicts his appearance sharply. "He was in a rush -"

"I can read it," Silco snarls. He whirls around and plunges further into the bowels of the warehouse.

The children follow, blindly. Because they were told to. They follow the devil into his den because Vander told them to.

Why Silco let them, he'll never be able to explain. Never. Why he didn't finish was Vander started: destroy all remnants of their old life, including those damned children - he'll never say.

He can't. Because Vander sent him his children and a note. It changes nothing.

Except it changes everything.

[vigilskeep]

hello. this may be a stupid question, but do you mind if i use the vivienne using a relative as a bargaining tool idea? in my case it's vivienne and my inquisitor's little sister but i figured i'd ask

it took me a second to even remember what this was about but you mean with bringing arthur’s daughter to haven to get a place in the inquisition? yeah sure why not. only if you handle it with love for vivienne in your heart though pls

[moonsun2010]

Elder Jinchi the tragedy that you are.

[karofsky]

I think the thing that grinds my gears about the Queerbait™️ discussion of Nandermo outside of every other point I've already beaten to death is that people keep acting like having Nandermo leave off without Explicit Physical and Verbal On Screen Confirmation They're Fucking (never mind the lore implications as to why they never did that are also canon, that's a whole other post) is answering "they won't" to a Will They Won't They situation.

Like... they didn't. They're still a Will They Won't They. That's the point. That's the joy in leaving the show open ended with the message of "our lives all go on after this and you don't get to see it". It's fun. Imagining what happens with them is fun.

And like, Paul Simms said for years that not only does he not write (as the showrunner!! btw!!) Nandermo to be what people typically see as Romantic while still emphasizing that YES they are in love, yes they are partners, yes they are fucked up and codependent, but that also he loved their dynamic so much that he never wanted to ruin it one way or another. Like, their fucked up little codependency IS the point, that's why they're so unique and charming, and he didn't have to (canonically!!) write in that the two of them had feelings for each other, but he did, because he knew That's What It Is. Because they're a dumb little queer and unconventional love story.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

[linposter]

The treason of Darius II

Feat. Darius 👓 ( @ennayeliah ), Shirevas and Darius II 🐈 ( @alliminoobers ), and Cain (mine 💖)

[emperor-pavoom]

Reference image for my BUDDE and NME because im surprised that i havent posted it here yet

[ubcs]

consider nikolai kicking your muse around like they weigh a couple of grapes

[kaibacorpintern]

[Jishin Kaminari Kaji Kyoudai: 3]

Summary: There are times when Mokuba sees too much of Gozaburo in Seto. But he can only bite his tongue so long.

Word Count: 7.5k of 19k | Rating: T | Gen

He would walk into the house and find the room where Seto was, and he would open the door and find… someone. A chimera, sewn together from three tenses: the poisonous blood of the past and the blind eyes of the future and the tight, trembling flesh of the present.  Isono materialized from the depths of the house, with a face as bland as a mannequin’s. “What will it be today, Mokuba-sama? Hiking or kayaking?” Mokuba threw him a look. Silently he discarded one of the many possible Setos he might have found. Seto still schemed and lied and manipulated, but he had long left that black mirror-blade behind: look what you made me do. Making that kind of argument offended his pride and his sense of self-control. He was not trying to bait Mokuba into falling into any secret traps of blame. If he was still trying to send Mokuba away, then he was just hiding. Maybe. “Where's Niisama?” he said. “He has asked not to be disturbed,” Isono said. “You people are always telling me I can’t see him,” Mokuba retorted, and he slid into the house.

A/N: Last chapter of the kaiba bros fic I wrote for @rainstormcolors, right in time for Kaiba's birthday! I love kaiba brothers i could write about kaiba brothers forever. enjoy! likes, nice comments, and reblogs are always welcome!

[setevulpo]

"a splinter of coldness in you? is that what makes you fascinating?" || "when you suffer, you seem to be more interesting."

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[nellasbookplanet]

Ooh, a thought: if Downfall is going to follow 'six divine figures' and, well, the downfall of Aeor, considering that the gods put their differences aside to deal with this one pesky city specifically, does that mean we might get champions of betrayers as well as primes, working together??

[naveyistrying]

Deku and Kacchan

[Image description: a digital drawing of Deku (on the right) and Bakugou (on the left). We can only see their faces, which are pressed close together as if they are taking a selfie. Deku is smiling brightly and looking at the camera, while Kacchan has a more neutral expression, although he is blushing and looking at Izuku with heart-shaped pupils. He is wearing black eyeliner. Deku's skin is a tanned light brown full of freckles. In this version, he also has dimples and curlier hair (about 3C). The background is orange, and the drawing is signed "Navey". End description]

[ivycrowned]

romancing astarion actually isn't that hard you just have to be more of a sarcastic/mischievous chaotic good type