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whichcouldmeannothing · 2 years

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minnie's Very Good icemav fic rec list!

icemav is such a massive ship but its hard to find fics for it :((

so here are some i liked :))

(this list isnt definitive i have not read a lot, i know there are good ones I missed pls tell me If u have any good recs!!)

fics by @boasamishipper

when i see your face (oneshot, 1k+)

In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.

sweet! very cute! maverick rly is a dumb dumb boy

Word on the Street (oneshot, 1k+)

Sharon looks down at her wedding ring and says a prayer for the handsome Navy pilot that’s heading their way. He’s got no idea what he’s in for. / Or, Iceman and Maverick versus the Real Housewives of Fallon, Nevada.

look i also know nth about housewives but this is adorable and hilarious and sometimes we need an outsider pov, est relationship btw!

baby, baby i'd get down on my knees for you (co-written with @academicgangster or simplecoffee on ao3, multi-chapter, 18k)

Or, the Wooing of Iceman Kazansky by a Very Smol Mr. Darcy

(Five times Maverick proposed to Iceman, and one time Iceman accepted.)

OH M,YGOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND AN DIE AND CRY AND ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I MISS THEM SM HGBGKLDS

between the lines of fear and blame (oneshot, 1k+)

extreme whump extreme, most icemav fics hurt mav and i think mav deserves a little better. just a little. this is good also

Out of all the things Maverick had expected to eventually kill him — getting caught in someone’s jetwash, being shot out of the sky, his plane’s engine exploding — getting shot by one of his students in a civilian bar didn’t even make the top ten.

He never expected Ice to take a bullet for him, either.

There's a first time for everything.

fics by @susiecarter

and gamble for the sun (one-shot, 1k+)

It's like this: Maverick and the Iceman make bets, sometimes.

OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD THE TENSION THE IDIOTS IDIOT OT LIKE 3K ITSLOVELY AND SO SO GOOD PERFECT TENSION AND EVERYTHING (in my notes I wrote that they write rly good summaries I just wanted to tell you that)

A Shared Cup (one-shot, 7k+)

hard 2 exp but its a soulbond au and I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE READ THIS NOW AND GO INSANE W ME

It was only a training exercise.

It was only supposed to be a training exercise.

fics by @compacflt

this isnt like a thing about the fics but on ao3, the profile says commander of the pacific fleet (wouldn't that be hilarious if the actual compacflt were on ao3? national security hazard) and that's possibly the funniest thing I've read today

Easier Said Than Done (100k+, series)

"So you just wanna be the best at everything, huh?"

"Yes," Kazansky says seriously, then, confused, squints at him. "Don't you?"

"Of course not," Maverick says. "I just wanna be the bestpilot."

"Huh," says Kazansky, wondering if there's a difference betweenMaverickandMitchell. "Maybe you shoulda stayed at TOPGUN, then."

(Or: Tom Kazansky rises through the ranks while trying to stay a good man. If he ever was one to begin with.) (When We Get Around To Talking About It, 65k+)

"We can start here, I guess. If we're talking about us," Pete says. "Nineteen-eighty-six. The first thing I thought, when I saw you in that O-club, was: Iceman isoff-limits.Capital O, capital L."

Despite himself, despite the fear, Tom laughs a little. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Well, first off, we were competition. And yeah, you were attractive, but then you opened your mouth and I swear. You were just an asshole. Goose is trying to introduce you to me and here I am thinking about how much of an asshole you are. Shut up about Cougar, asshole."

"It was supposed to be a friendly competition!"

"Yeah, right. So that's what I was thinking: he's attractive, clearly doesn't know how to talk to other men, might be into the proposition if I framed it the right way. But he's an asshole, so this competition is just gonna befriendly." Pete pauses. Then he says, "Ice, you wanna get married?"

And that's how they start talking about it.

(Or: they finally get around to talking about it. And Maverick's got a couple extra memories.) (Debriefing (& Other Stories), 60k+)

look its rly long. but this whole series is wonderful. if ican ever print out one top gun fic to have and to hold irl I would buy more paper and print both of these ones. absolutely lovely and it doesn't feel long its just a good good good time and the classic icemav fic

ALSO HONOURABLE MENTION

Kings of the Air (@fabula-unica, 20k+)

Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?

ABSOLUTE HERITAGE FIC EVERY ICEMAV SHIPPER HAS TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS FIC OH MY GODDD SO LOVELY SO SO SOS LOVELY read this fic. it has been waiting 12 years for you

ao3 etiquette is in order, if you liked it, leave a kudos and a comment :D I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did !

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #icemav #iceman #maverick #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #icemav fic recs #icemav fics #top gun fic #minnie's manual #ill make a sereshaw one too once i get my life in order

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Lonely | Neteyam x Omaticaya!reader

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.4k

warnings: reader is shot, reader dies, Neteyam kills quaritch, Neteyam don’t feel so good anymore

summary: Neteyams childhood bestfriend who he’s been in love with for years follows him out of the forest and to the ocean, and now she’s dead because of him and he barely got to tell her how he truly felt about her.

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

He doesn’t know what just happened. He was here for all of it. Watched it all happen. But nothing makes sense. What the hell just happened?

5 minutes ago, you were alive and well. In a lot of danger, but you were still alive. “Neteyam, go!” You said and pushed him off the ship. You grabbed the gun and fired it for a few seconds before jumping yourself, but you were too late.

You screamed as a sharp pain erupted in your upper back and then your chest, making water fill your mouth and your throat a little as you fell in the water. You tried to keep your head afloat but you couldn’t and you were choking. Not to mention, the pain was excruciating.

“Ne- ahh! Nete! Net- Neteyam! N-” you were trying to shout his name but everything was working against you. He heard you though, and looked over and realized you were hurt. “Y/n? Hey, hey no no no! Oh, Great Mother, no!” He said and pulled you up onto his shoulder a little, swimming to Tsireya’s ilu.

“She’s hurt! Y/n is hurt!” He cried, helping you on the ilu. You coughed your lungs out, wheezing hard as you felt blood ooze out of your chest. You’d been shot.

They got you to a rock nearby, laying you down gently. Neteyam was sobbing, he was so scared of losing you. He sat next you, cupping your cheek as you groaned and whimpered, struggling to breathe.

“No, Great Mother! No! Not now, please! Please do not take her from me, this is not fair!” He cried and you cried out of pain. You grabbed his hand and said “Nete…I’m dying,”

“No, no you are not dying! No! You- y-you- please, please! I cant- y/n you don’t understand. Y-You just have to hold on, we can get help” he said and you whimpered. You wheezed and said “Neteyam…oel ngati kameie”

“No…no, no no no! Don’t say that, you are not dying!” He said and sniffled. Jake and Neytiri found them, and they began to cry as well. You were like another daughter to them, and they wanted you to be Neteyams mate when it came time for it.

“Great Mother, why?! Oh, sweet child,” Neytiri said, dropping to her knees as she held your hand, crying softly. Tuk was sobbing into Jake’s chest. Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tsireya weren’t doing well either.

“S-Say it b- ba-back…please” you said, struggling to breathe. Your vision was hazy, and you knew you didn’t have much time. He cupped your cheek, wiping your tears. “O-Oel ngat-ti kameie,” he sobbed, caressing your cheek.

“I can’t- y/n, how am I supposed to live without you?!” He said and you whimpered. You groaned and said “kiss me, ‘T-Teyam” He let out a sob, kissing you softly, so you could still breathe as much as your body would let you.

You kissed back only a moment before the pain got worse. “Uhh! Neteyam- Nete, i-it hurts!” You cried. Lo’ak was keeping pressure on the wound, but it wasn’t doing much. The three of you were all covered in blood.

You began to feel scared, realizing you were really dying. You weren’t ready. “C-Can you hold me?” You asked quietly, trying so hard to stay alive. He cried as he nodded, looking at Lo’ak. He moved his and you yelled in pain, nuzzling into Neteyam’s chest.

He sniffled, petting your hair. “I’m not- I-I’m not ready. I don’t w-wanna- I-I don’t w-wanna die…ple-ease…” you said frantically, whimpering as it got harder to breathe. He sobbed as he said “don’t be scared. D-Don’t…don’t be scared. The Great Mother wi-will welcome you with o-open arms”

“I-I don’t w-wanna- wan-nna leave you” you whispered, eyes fluttering. He shook his head, this was it. You were really dying now. “I-I love you,” you confessed, holding his hand weakly. He pressed your foreheads together as he whispered “I lo-love you too”

You hyperventilated slightly, trying desperately to breathe but your body was giving up on you. “R-Relax, relax- I’m h-here” he said, caressing your hand. You let out a weak cry, whimpering through the pain. “Neteyam…” you whispered before you stopped breathing, eyes dilating before you relaxed in his arms.

Neteyam sobbed into your neck, holding your body tight to his chest. “Son,” Jake said and Neteyam whimpered, unable to control his breathing. He’d never cried this hard before, he’d never felt such pain in his life.

“P-Please, wake up! Wake up! Y/n! Come on- come back, please! I’m r-right here, baby, come back- c-come back to me!” He said and shook your body, there was no way you were just gone like that.

What the hell just happened? How could you just be gone for good? Why you? It should’ve been him. It would’ve been less painful.

He slowly lowered your body onto the rock, standing up with a numb look on his face. “Where are you going, my child?” Neytiri asked, wiping his tears away. He growled and said “to kill the demons that took away my mate”

He walked away, mounting his ikran and Neytiri let out a sob, she was so scared. She was worried he would die too, but she knew there was no stopping him. She’d do the same if someone looked at Jake in the wrong way.

“Ma Jake, come. You three stay with her, stay safe please” she said through a shaky voice. Jake got on his skimwing, and Neytiri mounted her ikran and there were both following after Neteyam.

The three of them took down every one in the RDA that was on the ship, doing what they could to avenge your death. Neytiri found Quaritch, grabbing Neteyams arm. She nodded her head towards Quaritch and saw the anger in her son's eyes increase.

He drew his bow, piercing Quaritchs stomach without a second thought. He ran over to him, kicking him to the ground. Quaritch groaned, losing his gun in the process. Neteyam hissed at him, grabbing his knife and pressing it to his neck.

“You h-hurt my people. You hurt m-my planet. Y-You hurt Eywa. I can handle that. But k-killing my mate, that was too far. For that, y-you die!” He said, slitting his throat. He stabbed him in the chest, screaming as he realized you were gone for good.

Jake and Neytiri ran to him, Jake pulling him into his arms as he cried. He sobbed as he said “I-I don’t want to live w-without her, dad” “I know, son, I know. You’re gonna be okay, we all will. Just gotta take this one day at a time” he said and Neteyam whimpered.

Neytiri hugged her boys, tears rolling down her face as she struggled to watch her son feel so much pain. Neytiri looked up at her mate with so much fear in her eyes. She felt as if she had lost a child of her own, watching Neteyam go through the pain was just torture.

He kissed her head, whispering to her, “we will get through this. No pain is permanent, my love” They eventually made their way back to the kids and where your body was, Neteyam immediately returning to his spot and pulling you into his arms.

You were cold now, your eyes still open. He brushed your hair out of your face, whimpering. “He is dead. The demon that killed you is dead now. You may rest in peace, beautiful” Neteyam whispered, closing your eyes.

Kiri placed a hand on her big brother's shoulder. He sniffled, standing up and holding you bridal style. He called for his ilu, adjusting you so that you were in a better position to hold.

He rode back silently, tears rolling down his face. He went slow, not wanting this to end because once he got back to the island and announced your death it would make it more real. He noticed your ilu following and whimpered.

A few friends you had made during your time there ran to him, crying at the sight of your bloody and lifeless body in his arms. He sniffled, more tears welling up as your head rested limply against his chest.

Surrounded by the entire clan, he had never felt so lonely in his life. He was nothing without you, and he lost you before he could tell you that.

Taglist: @laylasbunbunny

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Maya Hawke

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam fic #neteyam

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astralisbelle · 1 year

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Dead Man's Hand 15 - It Only Makes Sense

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: There are some loose ends to take care of before they can embark on a new adventure.

The Armorer hears the footsteps approaching the forges, recognizing the gait. She turns around and finds Din Djarin standing before her, whom she had not seen since his redemption. “What is the purpose of your visit?” she asks him.

“I wish for you to meet someone,” he says. “She is not a Mandalorian, but she waits in my ship.”

“And why must I meet her?”

“She has beskar. And she would like to give it to you.” The Armorer knows Din to be a devout follower of the Creed, so he must have his reasons for not bringing her the beskar himself. Though he has brought trouble to the covert before…

“Very well. Show me this girl.” She follows him out of the caves and walks past the other Mandalorians, a few deciding to follow to see what the commotion is about. They step outside and walk towards the Razor Crest. Din walks ahead and opens the ship, going in. After a few minutes, he steps out with a young woman holding a chest. She approaches, some apprehension in her face. The Armorer studies her, analyzing her humble clothing and stature, noting that the chest in her hand looks far too ornate next to her. “What is your name?” She tells her. “I am told that you have the steel of our people.”

She sees the dozens of Mandalorians step out onto the sand, their visors looking straight at her. Her palms grow sweaty, almost making her drop the chest. “Y-Yes,” she says, taking a step forward. “I want to give it to you—”

“How did you come to acquire it?”

She gulps. “I won it in a game of sabacc. It was the grand prize. I-I didn’t cheat either.”

“I see. So you did not earn it through combat.”

Din speaks up. “She nearly gave her life for this beskar.” He steps up next to her. “In the tournament, she was threatened by a competitor to stop playing, but she refused. For this, he attempted to kill her. I was able to stop him before that.”

“Is this true?”

She nods. “Yes.”

The Armorer’s voice sounds the slightest bit impressed. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” repeats Din and the others.

“And what is it that you wish to do with this beskar?”

“I want to give it to you. Please, take it.” The Armorer takes a step forward and opens the chest. Sitting in velvet are five ingots of pure beskar, spoils from the Purge as so marked by the Imperial symbol. “I want the Mandalorians to have it. It belongs to you, after all.”

The Armorer takes the ingots out, stacking them on top of the other and closing the chest. “You are not a Mandalorian,” she begins. “But you have honored the Creed by returning this beskar. I shall reserve most of it for the Foundlings. However, because you are not Mandalorian, I cannot forge you any armor. I also cannot forge you any weapons, for this is not the Way.” She nods. “As a token of our gratitude, I would like to forge you something small that is neither armor nor weapon.”

She blinks in surprise. “W-Wow. That’s such an honor, I-I don’t know what to say.” She smiles. “Thank you.”

“I must ask that you wait here until it is complete. Din Djarin may accompany me. Excuse me.” She gives a parting nod before taking the beskar and Din with her and returning to the cave.

And then they wait.

About two hours pass before Din returns with a wrapped up cloth in her hand. He keeps his palms flat, presenting it to her. She pulls on the ends to unravel the cloth and her eyes light up when she sees what is there. It is a beautiful necklace with a gleaming charm of what looks to be a sort of animal. “What is it of?”

“A-A Mudhorn,” he answers. He sounds flustered — does it have a significant meaning? She gives him a curious look as she takes the necklace and pulls it over her head, admiring the craftsmanship. Holding the Mudhorn symbol between her fingers, she knows that this charm would be worth an exorbitant amount of credits, but to her it would be priceless.

“Does it mean anything?”

“I-It’s…” He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s the symbol of my clan.”

“Your cla—” She turns red too. “Oh. Heh. Th-that’s good to know. I was this close to pawning it.”

“What?”

“Hahah! I’m just kidding.” She pats the side of his helmet. “I would never. They can pry this from my corpse.” Din shakes his head and sighs, gently taking her hand in his. He presses her fingers against the lower edge of his helmet, mimicking a kiss before leading her back to the ship.

“Don’t give them ideas. C’mon, we should head back to Tatooine.”

“Yeah! I can’t wait to tell Peli everything.”

“Everything?”

“...Okay, not everything.”

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The Razor Crest touches down and immediately, Peli makes the droids scatter, stomping towards the front. The hatch opens and the Mandalorian walks alongside her apprentice, Grogu in her arms. “Hey there, rookie! Mando! How’d it go?”

She approaches Peli with a sigh and a look of dejection. “Well… it uh...”

“Oh no.” Peli freezes up. “You…?”

Once she sees her bluff worked, she smirks. “I won!”

“You little—!” She smacks her arm. “Well, c’mon! I’ll get us some spotchka! I wanna hear all about it.” Peli brings them to a table and does her best to find some clean glasses to pour the drink in. She prepares three shots and distributes them. “Alright, now I’m ready. So, where’s my cut?”

She chuckles and lifts up a heavy sack of credits that makes Peli look like she’s seen a ghost. “I won nine-hundred and eighty thousand credits in the end. Including the beskar, which we already gave to the Mandalorians.” Quickly, she empties the pack and starts distributing. “We said twenty-five–seventy-five, right? Alright. So a quarter of this is two-hundred and forty-five thousand… got it.” She shoves the quarter of the pot back into the sack. “Rest is yours.”

Peli’s smile drops. “Wait… I thought my share was twenty-five, not yours.”

“I don’t need it.” She smiles, shoving it towards Peli. “I’ve got everything I need.” Well, the elderly woman doesn’t need to hear anything more. She yells for her droids to fetch the credits and take them inside.

“I can’t believe it! I’m rich, haha!” She leans over and pinches her cheek. “I knew investing in you would turn out great for me!”

“Ow! Okay, thanks, I get it!” She pulls away and rubs her cheek. “Actually, Peli, there’s one more thing I need to tell you.” She sits up straight, taking a sip of her drink. “I’m giving you most of the money because… uh… damn, I hope this doesn’t sound mean. But I’m leaving.”

She blinks. “You’re… huh. Well, I can’t say I’m that surprised. Once you’ve seen Canto Bight, why would you wanna stay here? So where are you going?”

“With D–Mando.” She gives him a little smile. “And Grogu.” He squeaks in response. Peli looks between the three of them, seeing Mando tip his helmet up just a little to take a sip of his drink. “So I’m hoping that with that money, you can hire some help or-or even retire. I hope it shows the depth of my gratitude.”

It’s at that moment that Peli notices under the gleam of the twin suns something shining behind her vest, right against her chest. It sways out, revealing a charm that Peli has sworn she’s seen before. Where did she… she turns to the Mandalorian. Right there on his shoulder is the same symbol. Come to think of it, the little one didn’t immediately jump into her arms either when they came down. Even now, he remains close to the young woman.

Her eyes peer at them. She points one finger towards her and another towards him. “Something happened between the two of you?” Din nearly spits out his sip, setting the glass down firmly and turning his head away to cough while she rapidly shakes her head. “Aha!” Peli stands up and slams her hands on the table.

“H-How did you—?” she asks.

“I’m old, I’m not blind! You’re carrying a necklace of his symbol! And now this whole business of leaving me in the sands because you want to go with him. ‘I have everything I need,’ yeah! I bet you do! It only makes sense that you two are…” She looks down at Grogu. “Involved.”

The Mandalorian stands up, clearing his throat. “We’re done here, right?” He scoops up Grogu.

“Just head back to the ship and prepare it.” She pats his shoulder. “I’ll deal with this one.”

“Fine…” He shakes his head and storms off as she hides giggles behind her hand.

Peli slowly sits back down. “Really? Mando?” she asks. “I didn’t think he’d be your type.”

“Oh? And what is my type?”

“Someone with a face.” She pours herself another drink. “So… what does he look like?”

“Pffft. I don’t know. And even if I did, I couldn’t tell you.”

Peli stares at her. “You haven’t seen his face?”

“No, of course not.”

“So how far have you two gone?” She leans in.

“Uh…” She glances away, knowing Peli’s expression is only turning more judgmental. “Well I mean… I-It kinda… we…”

Peli smacks her arm again. “You slept with him?!”

She rubs her bicep. “Ow! Geeze, Peli. Why don’t you repeat that? I don’t think they heard you in Mos Espa!”

“How does that even work?”

“All the lights were out.” She knocks back her drink — she’ll need it to continue this conversation. “I didn’t see his face. There. That good enough for ya?”

Peli leans back in her chair, staring wide at the ceiling. “Force Almighty… hasn’t seen the guy’s face, but sure, she’ll sleep with him. Do you even know his name?”

“Yes.” She grins. “I’m not telling you that one, though.”

“Thank the Stars for that.” She shakes her head. “Are you… sure you know what you’re doing?”

She scoffs. “Nope. This is nuts, I know. But it’s… it’s what feels right. My gut is telling me to stay with him.” She sits up. “Lots of stuff happened on Canto Bight. Funny stuff, scary stuff, hard stuff… I think we’re lucky we had each other. Have.”

Peli clicks her tongue. “Wow.” She finishes her drink too. “Eh, you do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me if it doesn’t work out, I’m taking this money and going on vacation. I’m thinking somewhere with a beach.”

She laughs. “You deserve it.” She downs her drink and stands up. “I should go. They’re waiting for me.”

Peli stands up as well, pulling her into a tight hug. “Alright.” She pats her shoulder. “Be careful out there. Make sure Mando protects you. Though of course…” Her fingers hold the beskar necklace between them. “I’m sure he’ll do that without me telling him.”

“Yeah. Take care. And, again, thank you for everything. If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened.”

“Aw, shucks.” She pushes on her back. “Okay, get on outta here, kid.” She trips a little as she is pushed forward, but quickly regains her footing. The girl goes back to the inside of the Razor Crest and the hatch closes. A few minutes later, the engines are on and it hovers above the ground.

Peli and the droids wave as it leaves, disappearing into space.

“I’m gonna miss that girl,” she tells the droids. “She was better help than most of you on a good day.”

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #work: dead man's hand #omg only ONE MORE CHAPTER #screeeeeeam

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queenofgravyfries · 2 years

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I'm so happy people love my rise! Hcs, so I'd figure I'd share my hcs for rc9gn as well.

Randy-

He believes in Judaism like Howard's family, he started to study it and follow the religion because of the weinermens as well. He hasn't told his family yet because they follow a different religion and want him to follow it(the Japanese religion Shinto).

His dad's away on work trips a lot, it's why he brings up his mom so much, she's the one always around.

His mom works as a caretaker for young kids(like Marci did), she's in her own head a lot so Randy can often get away with a lot.

Randy sometimes does dumb crap to cheer someone up(can't cry if you're laughing at him).

I joke about him being blood thirsty but in all honesty I don't think he is, he'd kill out of necessity but even then he be merciful(to people, animals/beasts are free game). And even then he wouldn't like it. A "I did what I had to" kinda situation.

Mature for his age due to his parents being busy most of the time.

Nothing wrong with weinerham as a ship(I just want to make that clear) but personally, I think they'd see each other more as brothers, I think Randy associates the whole weinermen family into his own, AGAIN there is nothing wrong with shipping weinerham! What i am saying is mere opinion, please Don't use this to attack anyone!.

Has called Mort dad before, it was a great moment for Mort.

Considers Mort and First ninja as father figures, in their own right. Not that he doesn't care for his bio dad, they all help him in some parental way, Mort being the comforting force, First ninja the motivating one and his bio dad being fun loving one.

Is very proud of his Japanese culture, his dad would make him study the language, history, and mythology, which was the one type of teaching he liked.

Is Very protective and clingy when he's in love.

Gets physically violent if mad enough (see: Raiders of the lost nomicon scene with bash as that's where I got the idea) which is why he tries to restrain his emotions.

Met Theresa off screen by bumping into her a little before "so you think you can stank?".

Has nightmares about Norrisville getting destroyed, normally he can handle it but sometimes it scares him bad enough he needs Something to shake him back to reality.

Ploplop-

Has definitely got some magic skills.

Grew up with first ninja, the nine took him off the streets when they first found norrisville.

Is actually First Ninja's voice of reason when he gets angry.

Helped the "shadow warrior"nine brother with his magical techniques.

First ninja-

* these are mostly on the idea of him being in modern day

Would absolutely own a dog named something like poopsie or spots.

Leather jackets and motorcycles 💫

Is addicted to coffee, rarely sleeps, and has in fact gotten dragged across his home by ploplop demanding he respect his wish to "sleep when he's dead" lol.

He was the baby brother ™️ of the nine. He looked up to all of them.

One of his brothers created the "Shadow warrior" persona out of "necessity", he truly believed fear would give them the power to stop the sorcerer.

First ninja studied every method, fighting technique, rages etc. From his brothers, he wanted to be as good as them someday.

The dragon fist move he does in "13th century Ninja" is a move only he can do. his brothers had moves exclusive to each of them as well.

It bothers him about his anger, he wants to teach himself to calm down but it's difficult, given the situations he often finds himself in.

Gets as jealous as Randy if ploplop gets other friends, it's like a yandere but in a more platonic way.

Him and Slimovitz would be pals i think.

LOVES SHARP THINGS, WEAPONS, KNIVES, THEY MAKE HIS SQUARE HEAD GO BRRR.

Used to head butt and bite his opponents, until his eldest brother demanded he stop.

The red tie he has his hair tied back with is from his second eldest brother, who was almost like a mother to him.

Booray-

Born in the swamp, parents died while he was really young.

Grigri/swamp spirit is either a witch he knew or his bio mom, either way she dead now 🤷‍♀️.

The creep/Bruce Mcheese-

Slob lifestyle 💫

Is the strongest thing in rc9gn's universe yet doesn't raise a finger at threats because 💖trauma💖.

Isn't from Norrisville, wasn't even born there(my man gotta be from a realm)

Has a mythical gf but they argue a lot.

Is closest to first ninja since they've spent the most time together.

Pacifist in present day, menace in the past.

Theresa-

Wants to become an actress

Needs reassurance a lot

Cries regardless of emotion

Isn't fond of Howard but is more then willing to change that for Randy's sake.

Is being raised by her step mother(she's big, Scottish, and very protective).

Has a parrot(patty) along with the hamster(sammy).

Norrisville-

Everyone lives scarily longer then normal, side effect of the stankings. it's why no one bats an eye at immortals like Ward Smith or Creep.

Tourists often visit to try and live longer as well, or get some footage of a monster attack.

Those "top 5 unsolved mysteries" videos are flooded on Shoobtube, almost all of them talk about norrisville. Norrisvilians watch them to laugh at since there always because of a stanking or robot.

People outside of norrisville are mixed about The ninja, some are grateful he saves at least one town, others wish he would extend his heroism.

#rc9gn #rc9gn randy #rc9gn fanart #disney #rc9gn au #randy cunningham #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja

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enigmatist17 · 1 year

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First Step

Part 4 of my "I'm going to fix everything because the BB finale was too emotionally damaging" Also this is very Kix heavy, but it'll be relevant later :)

One Breath is pt 3

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When Kix had woken up, strapped down in the back of Fennec Shand’s ship many months ago, it had been disorienting. Everything was too loud, too bright, and too cold as he struggled to get free.

He has to warn them!

His desperation soon turned to dismay when the bounty hunter explained that it was too late. The Republic was gone, the Jedi mostly killed off, and his brothers were either being killed off or forced into a world they were not prepared for. Kix no longer had his crew, and his family, and stayed with Fennec as her medic after she suggested he use the time to think things over. Days bled into months, and despite the occasional kind civilian, Kix was silent and kept to himself. His hair slowly grew out as time passed, and despite multiple offers to have it cut, he waved them all away. It helped to hide a face that was either a curse or a blessing depending on the day, and it helped Kix not focus on thinking about his most likely long-dead brothers.

Now, here he was, standing outside a ship that felt more like home than anything had in the last few agonizing months. They were currently fueling up at a station, heading towards some place called Pabu. Hunter told him they needed to finally face someone named Phee, and since that Kix hadn’t seen Hunter emerge from his bunk. Wrecker was sitting on the ramp while they watched the fuel slowly flow into the ship, holding a small plush in his hands. He had been welcoming to Kix, clearly pleased to see a reg they had fought with that wasn’t stuck in the Empire’s claws. Sure, Kix had seen the way Clone Force 99 had ruffled feathers before some past mission, but at the end of the day, he hadn’t faulted them for being made the way they were.

“So what’s your story?” Kix glanced over, flipping his rangefinder up to give Wrecker his full attention. He had been just idly scanning the other fueling platforms to pass the time. “Y’know, besides the whole freezin’ thing. I don’t really remember when we first met ya, all you reg’s kind of bled together after a while.”

“I was a medic with the 501st, I can deal with anything from minor wounds to extensive emergency surgery.” He explained with a shrug, extending his arms to stretch a little. “Echo will tell you I am a nightmare, but I care about my brothers and their health, even if they won’t. And don’t worry about it, it is what it is.” Wrecker chuckled at that, clearly amused.

“You joined the wrong crew then, we like to hit ‘em fast and hard. Bacta can come later.” Kix sighed, placing a hand over his visor.

“Exactly my problem.” Wrecker laughed again, getting to his feet once he noticed the fuel was finally taken care of.

“So, just askin’ ‘cause I know other people won’t, but do you uh, help with more than just cuts n’ stuff?” The fuel line looked like nothing to the bigger clone as he unhooked it, Kix making sure everything was paid for before closing up the hatch.

“Do you mean psychologically?” Wrecker nodded as he watched, taking his helmet off to reveal a frown.

“I’m not too good with the words and all, but I’m worried for Hunter and Echo, they’re hurtin’ bad.”

“I can offer what I can.” Kix reached out and patted Wrecker’s upper arm, Wrecker seeing his tired face reflected in the visor pointing up at him.

“C’mon, we have a while to Pabu.” Kix followed the other back into the Marauder, and it wasn’t long before Wrecker had them up and heading toward the planet. He left the ship into Echo’s care, the other having woken from his rest to make sure they arrived in one piece.

“You should go to sleep too,” Echo said after settling into his seat, trying not to look at the other captain’s chair to his direct left.

“I’ll be fine.” Kix was seated on the floor, finally removing his helmet once he was sure Wrecker was gone. Thick black hair was tousled from being awkwardly compressed in his helmet, but the medic didn’t seem to care as he slicked it back enough to look presentable.

“Never figured you one for long hair,” Echo commented, and Kix shrugged, looking down at the helmet in his hands. He seemed to have painted his once-white armor a dark grey, the faded marks of the 501st outlined with red to accentuate what was left, the pattern continuing along his entire set of armor and familiar medical bag. His regulation belt had been replaced with a leather version, carrying space for more medical supplies and ammo reserves, the magazines matching the long-range rifle he had boarded with.

“Didn’t much see the effort of keepin’ it short anymore.” Kix shrugged, glancing up when Echo turned to face him fully.

“Go grab a blanket, small console under the gunner’s seat.” Kix opened his mouth to argue, but Echo pointed with a firm glare. The clone did as ordered, and upon his return, sits with his back against Echo’s seat, head reclining back against the others’ metallic leg. Kix remembers when they all had lost Echo after the Citadel, and the utter sadness and rage he felt when Fives cried out in despair. He remembers going to his barracks once they had returned to Coruscant, and holding in his screams of anger and heartbreak until he locked the door behind him, throwing a random table so hard in his rage he dented one of the walls. Kix remembers when the rage finally left, and he just curled up in his bed miserably until Jesse stubbornly forced the lock and pulled his cot next to Kix’s. To sit here now, able to hear Echo breathing as he guided the ship to Pabu with his scomp hand, and rested his other hand on top of Kix’s head?

It’s the first time Kix doesn’t dream of his dead brothers when he finally passes out from exhaustion.

---------------------- It’s so warm, yet cold.

Curious

It’s blue when dazed eyes slowly open, just pure blue no matter where they look.

Was it supposed to be blue?

Well, what was it exactly? Death? Life?

It was hard to pinpoint what exactly should or shouldn’t be blue, and just when the answer might come to mind, everything goes dark .

------------------------ The jostling of the Marauder landing wakes Kix, and for a moment he doesn’t recognize where he is. Shaking his head as he sits up, it hits the medic that he’s with Echo when a familiar face comes into view.

“Welcome to the land of the living.” The smile he has is weak, and the medic is hoisted to his feet without effort. Slipping on his helmet, Kix follows Echo out of the cockpit and down the extended ramp, blinking at the bright sunlight that met them. From what he can see past the monolithic tower just behind the ship, there is just a beautiful ocean that seemed to stretch past the horizon for eternity, the gentle smell of the ocean making its way past his helmet's filters.

“You’re lying!” A heartbroken voice slices through the gentle picture, and Kix turns to see Hunter holding a woman in his arms. She looked furious as she gripped his arms tight, as if trying so hard not to believe the news Hunter had given to her, but the tears filling her eyes betrayed everything.

“I’m sorry.” Wrecker placed a hand on her back, and it was not hard to see the guilt written on his face.

“We’re sorry Phee.” Echo joins the group, and Kix watches as the woman just slumps against Hunter, not making a single noise as she processes the news. The medic wanders off to give the group some privacy, traveling to the edge of the large platform to gaze out at the massive town below. He pulls down his rangefinder when some sort of Imperial cargo craft parked on an expanse of the far coast catches his attention, and after glancing back at the small group behind him still in mourning, he decides to go and investigate.

The island denizens seem a little nervous about the medic, but he just waves and says nothing as he heads toward his goal. The area where the ship was located seemed to have been turned into a large makeshift camp, several tents erected around the ship. There were a few clones milling around, all of them tensing when Kix rounded into view, and for a moment they just looked at each other.

“Who’re you?” One of them asks, and Kix removes his helmet to put them at ease.

“Kix.” He maintains eye contact with the first one who had spoken and is glad to see no one going for weapons. “Imperial?”

“No.” The anger in the response settles Kix’s nerves, and he watches as a few more clones emerge from the ship in curiosity, each of them looking haggard and wary.

“You’re a medic right?” One of them asks, and Kix knows he’s seen the man before, but couldn’t recall from where. “We have wounded.”

“Lead on.” He sees the way a lot of the men are relieved to hear his response, and whatever misgivings Kix had faded away as he’s led into the ship. There are several men either lying in cots from the island or sitting against walls in the main storage bay, and Kix takes in the sight before looking around for any supplies. There are a bunch of crates pushed aside, but Kix doubted they had anything to help. “What do you have?”

“Not much, but the islanders have offered to give us whatever we need.” The familiar man spoke, and Kix set his helmet aside on a crate-turned table before tying his hair back from his face.

“Get whatever they’re willing to give, I need just about everything.” He commanded, before pausing. “We’ve met before…?”

“Feedback, formerly 41st scout battalion.” He replied, and Kix nodded as it came to him. “I’ll see what I can find for you, sir.”

With that, Kix lost himself in work that was familiar, and comforting in a strange way. The soldiers here had clearly escaped from the Empire recently, a lot of the wounds older and requiring little work on his side, while others had been poorly handled to just keep the injured alive. One by one, Kix worked his way through the injured, assuring them in mando’a they would recover, slipping into a routine he never thought would be possible ever again. One clone, in particular, had the worst injuries, some sort of commander judging by the way he was given a private storage room and constantly checked in on. Kix had to eventually lock the door so he could have enough room to tend to the man, honestly surprised he was still alive going this long without proper care.

It’s dusk by the time Kix emerges from the ship, wiping some sweat from his forehead as he steps out for some fresh air. A large bonfire was going on the beach, some sort of creature slowly being roasted as several of his brothers sat around and talked amongst themselves, and for a moment Kix could just imagine being back with the 501st. It’s fleeting, those memories never stay long these days, and Kix takes a seat on a nearby crate to just gaze out at the ocean. He’s eventually roused from his thoughts when various clones tense, Echo and the others finally having come to check out the crew for themselves.

“We’re all good here.” Kix waved, and can see the way Echo loosens his stance in relief. Hunter doesn’t seem as convinced, but Wrecker grins and marches forward with some crates he had carried down from elsewhere.

“I brought a gift!” The crates are each full of fresh fruit and clean clothes, which are doled out with weak smiles and happy chatter among the former Imperial soldiers. “Heard you lot don’t really talk to everyone else here.”

”Not really a surprise.” One man shrugs, holding the mango in his hands like it’s some valuable work of art.

“If it wasn’t for Crosshair and Mayday, we’d still be slaves.” Another man comments, and Hunter sucks in a breath.

“You know Crosshair?!” Wrecker and Echo both look at the man who had spoken, who seemed surprised they knew him as well.

“He’s the reason we rebelled. He and Mayday almost died because of some idiot. The Empire took Crosshair, and even though Mayday was still breathing, ordered us to abandon him.”

“What did we do? Killed all of their shiny new troopers and bailed.” Another clone spoke up, clearly pleased by what they had done. “Fuck ‘em, we’re done leavin’ our own behind.”

“Hear that one.” Wrecker nodded, taking in a slow breath as he watched Hunter flick through a hundred different emotions. It wasn’t visible to the regs, but he’d known his brother long enough to see the microexpressions of shame and anxiety rippling through his leader. Those same emotions swirled in his own head, but Wrecker couldn’t focus on those emotions, not now, not when he needed to be strong for his brothers.

“Did any of you hear where they took him?” Echo asked, and most of them shook their heads.

“If we did, we would have gone after him.” The first man spoke up, clearly unhappy with what had transpired as his brothers nod in agreement.

“If we told you guys we’re lookin’ for him, would you help us get him back?” All eyes turned to Wrecker, who looked hopeful for the first time in weeks.

“Without question.” One stood up, giving a salute.

“Same here, we owe him our lives.” Another stood, the small group he had been seated with rising a second later. It’s not long before every single clone has risen to their feet, each and every one of them determined to help save the man who helped themselves. The touching moment is ruined when someone emerges from the ship, scanning the area for Kix.

“Sir, our commander is awake!” The medic gets to his feet almost instantly, and heads into the ship with Hunter close on his heels, the large group around them bursting into excited chatter. The tracker is dismayed to see even more men resting in the cargo hold, and wonders how the hell they had escaped with so many wounded. Kix turns into a barracks-turned private room, and hovers in the doorway as the medic kneels down beside the sole occupant. He had clearly taken a beating, Hunter could hear mending broken bones scraping against each other with each breath.

“When did we get a medic?” The commander groaned, blearily looking straight up after Kix checked his eyes and pulse.

“About five hours ago. You’re lucky to still be alive, I don’t know how you survived being crushed like this.” Kix gives a small grin. “You gotta name?”

“Mayday. Is Crosshair here?” Mayday wheezed slightly when Kix pressed a cool device to his skin, listening to his breathing.

“No, the Empire has him,” Hunter responded, and Mayday looked down to see the man.

“What?” Mayday sighed, and cursed a bit in mando’a. “Why didn’t he just leave me…”

“What happened?” Hunter enters the room and stands by the bed so Mayday didn’t have to crane his neck.

“The usual. Some Imperial prick ordered us to go after some damned crates, and an avalanche ended up crushin’ me against a rock.” Mayday shrugged, and immediately wheezed at the pain. “Don’t know why he didn’t leave me behind.”

“He can be stubborn,” Hunter muttered, and Mayday shook his head.

“I take it you’re from the 99 squad…knew he was lying.” The other muttered, and Hunter wasn’t surprised to hear Crosshair had done so. “Tell me something, why weren’t you with him?”

“We…” Hunter glanced away, finding the floor suddenly fascinating. “It’s a long story.”

“Yea…yea I get that. Have a few myself.” The space fell silent for some time, Kix eventually standing once he had finished his examinations.

“The bacta is doing what it can, but you’re not going to be mobile for at least another week, two if you’re lucky,” Mayday grumbled, but was glad to hear it could be sooner than he figured it would take. The medic packed up his gear and headed out, leaving Hunter and Mayday in the room staring at each other.

“Was Crosshair…was he alright?” The question came so easily, one that Hunter had been dying to ask for so long.

“He was tired , underneath that warm and cuddly exterior.” Mayday chuckled, and Hunter couldn't help but shake his head. “I heard him beg for help, and felt the way he held me before he grabbed my gun. I’ve been around a long time to know that desperation, and…he didn’t fight back.”

It felt like the warm and pleasant air was suddenly sucked from the room, Hunter’s heart pounding as his lungs screamed for air. Crosshair never pleaded, never begged, and yet he had…because they abandoned him.

“You’re going after him, right?” Mayday asked, and he waited for Hunter to look at him. He can see the emotions he felt when every single one of his squad died, and knows the burden he now shoulders.

“I’m not going to stop looking until I find him.” The Batcher snarled, and Mayday was impressed.

“Good, good.” The drugs are slowly pulling the commander back to sleep, and he reaches out to snatch Hunter’s shirt when the other moves to leave. “Whatever happened, it’s all in the past for him now.”

“...I know, I never stopped loving him.” With that Hunter steps out, and Mayday lets sleep claim him.

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It’s early morning when the communicator beeps, and Rex wants to sigh in frustration.

So much for sleep.

The frustration fades when Echo’s familiar communique number flashes and the captain forgoes getting dressed to answer it as soon as possible.

“Rex?” Echo smiled a little at seeing his old friend. “You need a haircut.”

“So I keep hearing.” The leader sighed and rolls his eyes. “Good to see you.”

“I’m not the only one here Rex,” Echo replied, and the tone in his voice has Rex instantly on edge.

“Echo? Is something wrong?” As usual, a million different scenarios run through his head, and the one thing that didn’t come to mind was Echo moving to have someone else come into view.

“Rex? You’re alive?” Rex’s eyes went wide, and the shirt he had hastily grabbed fell to the floor of his temporary shelter.

“ Kix ?” Memories of another loss flash in his mind, remembering when the medic had vanished shortly before they had rescued Echo.

“It’s good to see you, sir.” Kix smiled, and Rex couldn't help but let out a laugh as he stared at his friend.

“I know we can’t talk long, but you deserved to know.” Echo could be heard just out of view, and Rex could easily picture the way Echo was most likely smiling. “I also have news, we may have some information on the whereabouts of Omega and Crosshair.”

“You do?” Rex grabbed his nearest datapad as the other comm was set on a table, Rex able to see the two in what looked like the Marauder's cockpit.

“I’m still decrypting the information we received, but I am hopeful. If it does give us what we’re looking for…Rex, we could free hundreds of clones.” Echo remembered going through the transfer logs, and felt ill at seeing so many men being sent to their deaths or worse.

“What are we saying here, a full retrieval?” Rex asked, and Echo nodded without hesitation. “That’s going to take time to organize…” “I know…we found some defectors who have already offered to help, but we’ll need more hands. Wherever they are, we’re going to bring the whole place down.” Rex nodded, and already his mind was racing with ideas and quickly forming plans.

“I’ll get started right away, and I’ll be in contact. Oh, and Kix? You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” Kix gave a soft smile, and leaned forward in his seat.

“You too Captain, you too.” A moment later the hologram fades out, and Kix stares at the space where Rex had been.

“Are you going to be alright?” Kix nodded, and the two sat in silence for a moment, before Echo straightens.

“I need to keep working on the data.” He had only scratched the surface of what Fennec had recovered and knew it was going to be one of many long nights.

“Then I’ll make myself comfortable.” The medic shrugged, and moved to take a seat on the floor as Echo got to work. As the ARC trooper worked, he filled Kix in on everything he had missed, and in turn, Kix did the same, the sun slowly setting as they talked late into the night.

Finally, things were starting to go their way.

#personal #bad batch #bad batch spoilers #tbb #tbb spoilers #tech #hunter #wrecker #echo #kix #rex #mayday #phee genoa #fix-it AU

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mr-b1eu · 11 months

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The Story of the Worlds Most Powerful Gem

Pearl was a Yellow Agates Pearl. She was made to defend her master. But one day Yellow Agate dropped Pearl off at a nearby planet of just forest. She said "wait here and in 5,000 years I will come back for you."

4999 years later

I was at my base when I heard a noise."Hello who's there" I saw a small rabbit that was stuck in a hole. "Come here little guy" and I picked him up. He crawled into a different hole to see his family. "It's been 5,000 years how come yellow agate has not picked me up yet."I heard another noise in ran to it there I saw was a Bismuth. "Who are you" "finally someone else on this miserable planet I am a Bismuth" "well I know that why are you here" "my ship crash landed here well I was going to a nearby Galaxy" " well since you're here could I use your help for something" " yes?" She brought the Bismuth into her layer inside of a giant tree " so what did you want me for" " could I shatter you" " W-WHAT, when, why, for what" "When would be whenever you choose why so I can have the strongest weapon in the universe and for why so I can become the strongest gem in the universe" " what do I get out of this" " well it's either I shatter you and I get to become all those things or I kill you and bubble you" " well there's no way any of the diamonds are going to find me on this desolated little planet and my ships broken and I don't feel like fighting someone with that good of a weapon so yes?" " Thanks now hold still" the Pearl takes a nail and puts it at the inside of the Bismuth's gem and took a hammer and hit it as hard as she could. Then she took a part of the Bismuth's gem and cut it into a circle and hollowed out her stick and put it next to the other shaddered parts and filled the hollowed part of the stick.

To Be Continued...

#pink steven #steven universe #steven unvierse au #pearl #story #yellow agate #agate

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danggirlronpa · 10 months

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haiiiii :3 akane anon again. im off work now!

i agree w absolutely everything u said. she's been my fav ever for years and i have so many in depth thoughts abt how she could function on relationships w like. most of the girls. i could probably make a chart if i figured out a format.

chiakane soooo crazy. never been my main ship but ill consider anything. they r most interesting from a doomed standpoint to me...... akane as a remnant vs chiaki's existence as ai and (counting dr3 as canon which im not usually interested in doing) death before the tragedy. i think of them in almost a similar vein to the tragedy between madoka and homura except if homura was replaced by a kyoko who's a little worse w emotions. chiaki's entire being has become dedicated in one way or another to serving class 77 even if that means sacrificing herself over and over and akane has had every single meaningful relationship (or what SHOULD have been) ripped away or twisted and never having even really existed and she is so afraid of going through this again she doesn't even try and have relationships she cares about deeply (or at all!) that aren't w her siblings. so she would be PISSED to fall in love w chiaki who is already dead and doomed to die again. ive never believed the mastermind akane theory people talk abt at least fully but it IS interesting. i can make a killer chiakane au w it. w madoka magica parallels even. but ur right they can also be very very sweet. i think they would play super smash bros and akane would kinda suck at it (spams the buttons and thinks it's a pro strategy) but chiaki would let her win every once or twice. akane hears the rumours abt chiaki dating some random reserve course guy and sends the "im so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend I'm serious" text after swearing to herself she doesn't even gaf

that's uh. that's a lot. im so sorry can you tell i have autism. this isn't even my favourite ship for either of them ask me about pekokane and i start growling like a rabid dog.

YES yes yes yes!! I am a HUGE Akane fan. She's the only character I have a real little collection of merch for (though that's partly just because so much merch excludes Mukuro). I didn't really attach to her the first time I played SDR2 but over time I've grown SO fond and defensive of her, she is such a sad and complex character who deserved to be treated better by her writers (and have less racist tropes associated with her. Spike Chunsoft. cough cough) and still deserves to be treated better by the fandom.

And I think you got it RIGHT on the money why I'm inclined towards Chiaki/Akane, actually. Akane has lived such a dark life that not only does she not know how to ask for help or rely on others, she doesn't even realize she needs to - for her, this is just how the world is. Akane, to me, is like the equivalent of a housecat looking at their humans and going, "They don't even know how to hunt. They're all so stupid. I have to go kill mice so they can eat. Are they even bathing themselves properly?? Licking time. Morons." She's incredibly resilient and smart within the context of the VERY SPECIFIC lifestyle she's lived.

And something really appeals to me about someone who solely exists to help people meeting Akane, thinking they can 'save' her, and slowly coming to realize that she is not dumb or unskilled just because she isn't skilled in the way they value. Learning that intelligence isn't a measure of worth and seeing & valuing Akane for who she is - and, at the same time, helping her see that some of the things she's gone through are truly, deeply traumatic, and helping her learn how to rely on others for the first time...that shit gets me. I Just Want Akane To Be Happy

#you are also correct and SO funny abt akane being pissed to fall in love #what is this? an emotion for ants???#asks #anon #talk to the mod #chiakane #meta #headcanons #chiaki nanami #akane owari #sdr2

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petra and Lysithea with 38 and/or 26 from the kiss lists?

This was a toughy but I hope you enjoy!

38: Awkward teenage crush kiss

(Currently accepting rare ships! Click here for the info post!)

Lysithea took one step into the library, saw Petra at a table, and turned right around again. Then she stopped. This was getting stupid. Lysithea had been trying to talk to Petra for a week now and every time an opportunity came up, Lysithea chickened out and ran away.

She was being immature. She knew that. Yet her feet refused to move from the hallway.

“Just go over and thank her,” Lysithea told herself. “That’s all you have to say. It should only take a few minutes, and then you can go get your books.”

With a determined nod, Lysithea turned to reenter the library-- and quite literally ran into Petra.

“Lysithea!” Petra caught her by the shoulder before either of them could topple over. Lysithea felt her face burn up at the contact. “I was not seeing you there. Are you okay?”

It took all of Lysithea’s concentration to reply calmly. “Fine.”

Petra smiled, let go of Lysithea, and began to walk away down the hallway.

“W-Wait!” Petra stopped and looked back. Squaring her shoulders, pushing away that urge to run, Lysithea practically yelled, “I have something to say to you!”

But Petra put up a hand, killing Lysithea’s momentum. “My apologies, Lysithea, but I do not want to be hearing it.”

“Hearing what, exactly?”

“The others gave me warning-- you do not like help. They say you become angry when someone helps you because you think they are insulting you.”

Lysithea’s heart dropped. “They said that?”

Petra nodded solemnly. “I have been hoping you would not be angry with me for helping you in battle last week. But if you are here to be angry now, I will not be hearing it. I would help you every time, Lysithea.”

“I... I was going to thank you,” Lysithea said weakly. A part of her wanted to cry-- how dare her classmates talk about her behind her back? And to say such incorrect things! It was all their faults for constantly treating her like a child! She didn’t get mad every time they helped her... did she?

Petra frowned. “You are thanking me?” Lysithea nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. “So, you are not here to be angry?” She shook her head no. Petra lay a hand on her shoulder again, which didn’t help Lysithea in keeping calm at all. “Then I am sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Lysithea held in a wince-- her voice sounded like she was holding back tears. Sure that’s exactly what she was doing but it was unfair that her own voice should betray her. “It feels... different when you help me. Like you’re just helping a friend.”

“Because we are friends,” Petra said with a gentle squeeze to Lysithea’s shoulder.

“Yes. We are. Um, thank you for last week.”

Petra smiled. “You are welcome.”

Only it didn’t feel like enough. Lysithea watched Petra retract her hand and knew she had to come up with a more mature way to say ‘thank you’. To show Petra she really really wasn’t mad at her or anything close to it.

So she stood on her tip toes and kissed Petra on the cheek. “Thank you!” She said for a third time, much louder than before, and turned to march into the library.

Lysithea didn’t stop her march until she reached the very last shelf. At which point she ducked down behind the books and groaned into her hands.

#fire emblem three houses #lysithea von ordelia #petra macneary #rare pair run #took me too long to realize this was tagged wrong whoops

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ima-ghost-art · 2 years

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b, n, + w for the ask game!

OKAY!!

B- ima go with my current fav ship from my og fandom that, as much as I hate it, I still love it which is voltron. Technically no one themselves convinced me, but I saw the relationship in a fic by one of my favourite authors at the time that I liked, so ima count it (I'm usually the one convincing others with random rare pairs so) i was given Lance x Matt and utterly fell inlove. Like before hand I wouldn't have pared them but now i just want matt to marry lance to officially make him pidge's older brother!!!

N- 3 things I wish I saw more/in in stranger things is (1) kali, I really wanna see more of els sister tbh and I also really want to learn more about her escape and how she did that!!

(2) please please please can we adress Steve's truama!?!? My boy was thrown into this mess and managed to take down a demigorgan without even knowing what it was, got emotionally cheated on most of his relationship with nancy, was nearly killed by demodogs, then billy, then by the demodogs again in s2 all bc he wanted to protect these reckless kids (I dont even think he ever got an actual apology from nancy for the bullshit she put him through either) GOT TORTURED AND DRUGGED BY RUSSIAN SOLDIERS IN S3 no to mention the guilt he must feel for dragging robin into this mess aswell as putting the kids in danger, then watching billy die in front of max??? Then in s4 he has to watch max (someone he sees as his lil sister at this point) fighting this monster on her own with such a limited time left, then got literally dragged into the upside down, STRANGLED, PARTIALLY EATEN ALIVE, then after getting out, have to go back before he was even fully healed from the first time then the vines STRANGLED him AGAIN!?!?!?? Only to after severely hurting vecna, come back to Dustin (basically his little brother) holding the (potential bc I dont believehes actually dead) corps of eddie, his new friend he was definitely crushing on. Eddie who has apparently died the same way he was attacked before. LIKE THERE IS NO WAY STEVE IS OKAY AFTER ANY OF THIS?? YET SOMEHOW ITS STILL PLAYED AS A JOKE???? (I am very passionate on getting these characters therapy bro they've been through so much)

(3) let this fruit salad of a show be gay, we all know it is so just let it be gay!! Give steve his metal head bf!! let robin and vickie be cute band gfs!! Let byler be a thing and let them be happy!! Let max have both her gf and her bf el and Lucas!! Let us have our stoner bfs Jonathan and argyle!!! Let us have single queen nancy who knows shes bi but also knows she doesn't need to constantly be in a relationship!!!!!

(Bonus 4 bc I need to have wayne and eddie interact, they care so much for eachother and we were robbed of having them reunited)

And finally

W- (besides all the sex or die, sex pollen, and everything else that involves questionable consent) I have the most irrational hatred for time loops!! Idk what it is but even if it's the only completed, checks every other box for my dream fic, if it has a time loop? Fuck nope just no. I would rather read the fic from 2016 thats incomplete. I just despise it and I really have no clue why, no fandom would make me want to read that trope!?!?

Anyway hope you enjoyed this lol

#asks and replies #answered asks #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #if steve wont adress his trauma we will!#max mayfield #let stranger things BE GAY #matt holt x lance McClain #matt x lance #latte voltron

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feel free to ignore this is a vent so yeah

this fandom makes me feel so freaking guilty about being a Billy stan and shipping mungrove. I can literally make an entire book about all the tiktoks and posts I've seen about people bashing Billy stans because billy is racist and what not. (I am black myself) and honestly, I don't see anything wrong with billy yet people make me feel so guilty for liking his character. Don't even get me started on mungrove I really like the ship but people have called me disgusting for shipping it because billy wouldn't like eddie. i dont even know what to say anymore

i shant ignore bc i wanna send you love and support. cause you deserve it.

i've got a long ass post or two about how ppl talk about this shit and how their whole dogpiling on billy stans is just wildly ignorant to how these kinds of things like ??? work??? like if you're walking in with the assumption he's racist that's not??? fucking baked in???? to his dna???? and their behavior is the kind of thing that makes people double down on their shitty beliefs if they have them so like, they're REALLY not helping ANYONE. it's just performative bullshit at the expense of real people's well being.

in my book mungrove is THE ship of the show any they never got screentime in the same fucking season LOL and no screaming dipshits are gonna change that. same with my liking billy. dacre put a beautiful job into breathing life and depth into what was going to be the most embarrassingly basic henry bowers rip off and if they lack the fucking brainpower to respect that then i don't got time for em.

there's a huge amount of eddie stans that are truly vile to everyone who's not a rabid steddie stan i mean they're fucking coming after chrissy and grace too and literally trying to incriminate her with doctored screencaps to make her look racist. these people are just disgusting as people and they think they can get away with it bc they're a big group and they're in the "moral right" when really they're just 00s yaoi fans by another name who violently hate women who "get in the way of their ship" and can't stand anything with more depth than what their stereotyped shit allows and don't like competition.

personally, as someone who's been seeing this shit online since i was like, 12 in the 00s anime geosites era i just block, delete and ignore. either they grow the fuck up or they don't and in that case i hope they get so toxic their accounts get deleted bc they earned that.

i hate that you feel like this bc fandom and shipping and shit is supposed to be FUN we are all sitting on the carpet of someone's bedroom making our barbies kiss and planning out their silly little adventures and giggling about it. some people just fucking can't stand the idea of other people liking different shit then they like it's wild.

my next mungrove content is gonna be dedicated to you (assuming it's not something like vermillion bc that's yikesy and i don't wanna put ur metaphorical name on that bestie lol) cause you're cute and you have GOOD TASTE and you DESERVE IT

but ur gonna have to literally type in /tagged/mungrove into the url bar to find it when i do bc my blog is glitched out of the tags atm lol kill me 💀 unless you wanna make a request in which case i will happily take it and make you a nice thing!!!!

also i'm working on a mungrove story where billy is friends w/ benefits w/ a girl named jodi who's mixed race and then he gets with eddie bc they were ~falling in love~ for like months lol and remains besties with her. (and plot twist! she's eddie's half sister! they didn't know that before lol) and like i didn't set out to win at "piss the psycho antis off" bingo but lol i'm now even more determined to finish that story!!!!

#answered #I'M AGGRESSIVELY SENDING YOU GOOD VIBES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I keep typing out full blow paragraphs and then losing my train of thought and deleting them because it's 3 am and I. Am tired. Anyways hiiiiii Morals I am once again having several thoughts :3

But anyways uhm I think Lucky should be allowed to get violent. Yeah I say he should be put onto the world's comfiest bed with so many blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, and then I also say he should fuck Bishop raw, but I also think Lucky has the right to start Biting and clawing at people for any reason at all I do not care if they have or havnt wronged him. I am giving Lucky a knife and a gun and I am setting him loose in a facility

Anyways I need to rate Lucky based on if he could or couldn't beat his crew mates in a fight:

Bishop, 7/10: Bishop does have the Height advantage on Lucky yes, I will not deny this. HOWEVER☝🏽 he is also a lanky lanky man. I think for the most part, Bishop would likely be able to overpower Lucky, but I think Lucky could take him down if he had a running start. Or he could kick him in the shin and then tackle him. I believe in you Lucky you can take this guy

Wrench, 8/10: Idk Wrench's body type really but he seems like someone who's just like. Incredibly average in both in Height and in physical strength, while Lucky is below average in both attributes. Because of this I do think Wrench would underestimate how much damage could potentially do. Wrench, being the dumbass that he is, would forget a very important rule to short people: They are much closer to hell than tall people and that makes them much feistier. Also Wrench is all bark and no bite from what I can tell so I think he'd potentially lose to Lucky anyways out of sheer cowardice. There's also the fact that Lucky is fast, so I think Lucky could just run laps around him until Wrench is tired and then knock him down. Yes I am still petty about Wrench leaving Lucky in the ship by himself and yes I would fight him myself and I would win

Rabbit, 3/10: Do NOT put his ass in a ring with Rabbit she is going to fucking kill him. At most she might think he's too pathetic to fight and that will be the one thing that saves him. Either that or Lucky climbs up a tree and opts to throw things at Rabbit from a safe distance until he somehow manages to knock her out or something. Lucky never fight Rabbit if you know what's good for you.

Captain, 0/10: No. He is going to grab Lucky by the back of his shirt like a feral cat and leave Lucky kicking and punching the air until he's too tired to move. Lucky's only advantage is that he's definitely faster than Captain but he would not be able to knock him down after making him tired like he could to Wrench. Lucky is NOT winning this fight but hey Captain probably wouldn't win either solely because I don't think he'd ever lay his hands on Lucky like that, or any of his crew for that matter.

Pink: I'm not 100% sure yet but my bets aren't on Lucky (I'm sorry Lucky ily I swear).

Would Lucky ever actually fight his crew? Probably not. Lucky strikes me more as someone who tries to avoid conflict at all cost. I wouldn't call him a soft boy really, cuz he's definitely has his moments where he has snarky internal dialog and small little moments where he says something sacastic (which I love so so much I love when Lucky has the vaugest hints of being snappy), but he's definitely someone who would like to keep outward agitation at a minimum

It's like, he would not outright call someone dumb to their face but he would definitely think about it for a little bit. Snarky internal dialog Lucky ily you aren't here often but I you are important to me🧡🧡🧡

But anyways Lucky should maim someone at least once as a treat🧡 shaking Lucky by the shoulders aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna go apeshit Lucky? Why don't you kill why don't you bite why don't you tear Lucky go feral I believe in you muah

-Watcher (limited edition sleepy version)

Hello sleepy Watcher!!

If Lucky can actually get his hands on a knife or even any weapon for that fact,,, (he tried for Captain's blade but well, we know how that went... 😔) If he ever gets the chance, Lucky would be a threat to everyone - small, fast, and deadly~! ❤ The monsters are in for a not-so-nice treat if Lucky is unleashed onto a small facility with a gun and a knife !!! 👀👀👀

I just want you to know that this comment has started a debate amongst my friends on whether Lucky could take on any of his crew members and ((They all say NO! (Then again,, one is a Lucky hater😭) However I for one, think he could beat Bishop and even Wrench under certain circumstances~ (I am biased)🤭)) I'm all for it !!!

The odds for Lucky aren't the greatest at all when compared to his crew but boy can this little guy move! (I think he'd be great in the dexterity department, number one dodger and little sneaky guy! ^^)

Disregarding the fact that Bishop probably wouldn't even want to fight, let alone harm Lucky unless absolutely necessary-- Bishop would definitely be able to overpower Lucky, but his height advantage can only help him so much before he's knocked off balance by this little guy 😌 (TACKLE TACKLE TACKLE)

Lucky would not be afraid to fight dirty when it comes down to it, the environment is no longer safe.

You're so right about Wrench!! All bark no bite, this man can't throw a punch at all!! He can put on a good show but when it comes down to it, Wrench will falter under Lucky's ferocity! (Scary Lucky? 👀 Wrench will certainly be put off guard-) Wrench is not fast, he can only move quickly for so long before he's out of stamina, so compared to someone quick like Lucky,, well-- It's really not looking good for Wrench when it comes down to a fight! 😅

If Rabbit doesn't knock Lucky out in one shot she WILL make Lucky's life absolute hell for the duration of a fight. ((I'M SO EXCITED YOU WILL ACTUALLY GET A TASTE OF RABBIT'S FIGHTING IN CHAPTER 20) <-<-<- Who said that,,) She will hunt him down and she'll enjoy it. Once she sees how quick Lucky can prove himself to be, it's game on and Rabbit's not stopping until there's a winner.

REAL REAL REAL Captain wouldn't even have to fight Lucky, he can just disable him by picking him up 😭😭😭 If Lucky's gonna act like a feral stray then he's gonna get treated like one!! Captain would never lay a hand on his crew (this is Bishop's only saving grace) It's a draw if we're being real here,, 😌 but we all know Captain would destroy him without breaking a sweat if Lucky weren't part of his crew~

HEHEH :) Pink would win and more~ ^^

Yeah, you're definitely hitting the mark with Lucky there! He tries to avoid conflict if he can help it. Lucky wants to be nice so, so bad, but who's to blame him if he gets a little bit more bitter, a little bit more snarky over the course of the fic? What's a little more bite to his bark?

He should, he should-- It's just a matter of when really. 🧡🧡🧡

Here's a little peak at a corner of the Pink ref for your thoughts~❤❤❤

#ask #watcher #tsitd #oc:Pink

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thesecretoflivereactions · 8 months

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So either of them had human blood in them... or this queen was not Leos mother... or this man was not Leos father and he pretended just for appearances? Hm...

Excuse me Lady... you may be very pretty, but the man in question is already engaged.

Episode 4, Ladys an Gentleman and I guess that is were they try to show the King that best-princesses are a better choice. The usual love-rival episode.

W-Wait... so you would be fine with that?

He likes to do that, huh? Its a position of power and dominance... but she has not been afraid of it the last time either... so why try again? But maybe he is just short-tempered.

I love how they turn serious scenes into comical ones within seconds XD

Arg. Damn it! I know her voice from somewhere... I did recognize it immediately but I have no freaking idea from where. That's going to bother me for a while now XD

I am almost certain she voiced someone in Trails-Games, but I can not put my finger on it.

I agree with that. There is no way in hell he can sleep with her in that form. (I mean, we know he also has a human form... but how bothersome to only be able to sleep with her once every new moon or so ^^') Then again... if he is half-human, some best must have slept with a human before...

That is so cute... I am surprised to be honest tho, that they brought up the question of having Sex. I guess that it makes sense to talk about it for multiple reasons, including having heirs, but I as he has a human form, I thought it would only be slightly mentioned and then dismissed, I didn't think someone would sneak into Leos bedroom and try to seduce him under the pretext that he can hardly sleep with he human, given his strength and body. Its... certainly surprising. But maybe it is because I am so used to all those cute and innocent animes XD

This is also an interesting way to deal with the love-rival-situation...

In this Episode, everyone is already much nicer towards her...

Uh... haha ^^' I do hope she takes her own advice about talking about her feelings and all that. Otherwise... that ship might take a while to sail XD

My... that worked quite well. Even tho she hardly said anything.

And you think this is something to be proud of?

But seriously, did that woman really think she would gain anything by attacking her? "Hey, I killed your girlfriend, can I become your concubine now?" or what exactly was she thinking?

It will certainly be nice for her to have a friend, a monster friend on top of it.

Awwwwww.

#SP&KB Mona Version

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arletquin · 9 months

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PIN.

INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE, PRIVATE WRITING BLOG FOR THE HARLEQUIN (HARLEY QUINN). HEAVILY CANON-DIVERGENT, PRIMARILY INSPIRED BY MY OWN PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS OF THE CHARACTER. BECAUSE OF MY CANON-DIVERGENCY IN HARLEY'S STORY, I WILL NOT BE INTERACTING WITH NOR FOLLOWING ANY JOKER BLOGS UNLESS WE'RE CLOSE FRIENDS AND HAVE ALREADY DISCUSSED IT IN PRIVATE. BECAUSE OF THE CONTENT THAT'S PRESENT ON THIS BLOG, I ASK THAT ALL FOLLOWERS BE 18+.

MAINS: @selinaes.

PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT.

{FURTHER GUIDELINES AND INFORMATION ABOUT HARLEY ARE BELOW!}

ok scary all caps stuff out of the way... i'm bunny, 19, any pronouns and this is my harley blog!! here are some basic rules for this acc, i would greatly appreciate u reading and following them <3

i am incredibly selective about what dc blogs i follow. this really isn't a personal thing, it's just that i'm usually picky, but because my version of harley is so different than how she's typically depicted... i want to make sure i'm following people who can and are willing to adhere to the changes i've made to her story.

harley, while still retaining many of her mannerisms, is still pretty different than her comic-accurate depictions. i ask that you don't make assumptions about her and her relationship with the joker; if you have any questions about her (not just about her and the joker), pls feel free to ask!! i promise i do not bite <33

i very very much prefer plotting before doing any threads. the random ask is totally fine w me, but i find it way easier to write when i already know what the dynamic we're aiming for is. you can contact me in my DMs and if we're mutuals then u can ask for my disc!

i won't fully go and list my DNI bc 1. it's probably really long and 2. i'll likely forget about some things until i'm actually faced with it. to make this easier, i just ask that you're a decent person and you practice basic rpc etiquette. there are some characters/fandoms i don't want to write nor be associated with and if i find that you're either of the two, then you'll be blocked. that's just how the cookie crumbles.

i adore shipping!! just please note that harley is a fairly unstable person with a very distorted image/idea of love and romance. harley tends to be obsessive over someone she likes and it will likely lean more into unhealthy territory than not. if this is something you're uncomfortable with, i ask that you don't ship with me or reject my offers to ship solely for your comfort!! i absolutely understand and i don't take offense to it at all.

harley is violent. while harley won't outright kill your muse (unless we've discussed it for a thread), she's still volatile and she will act accordingly if she feels she's been provoked. harley won't outright attack unless she's either been attacked first or we've plotted it, but i figure it's worth noting anyway.

i've seen some people mention this in their rules so i figure i might as well: i fully support people calling out those who have engaged in shitty or even abusive behavior. i've been in the rpc for over six years now so i've seen a lot of nasty shit go down. it should go without saying that i do not endorse call-outs over petty matters that should've just stayed in two people's dms.

ABOUT HARLEY.

(i haven't made any 'professional' posts/pages about it, but you can find the major changes in harley's story in this post. tldr: harley kills the joker and essentially takes his place as the clown queen of crime. a drabble about harley killing him, harley's feelings about her past 'relationship' with him.)

NAME: harleen quinzel. ALIAS: the harlequin. DOB: valentine's day, 199X. GENDER: transgender female. SEXUALITY: bisexual, leaning more towards women. AGE: 33. HAIR COLOR: honey blonde (naturally), platinum blonde (previously dyed). EYE COLOR: greenish blue. HEIGHT: 5'7" FAMILY: XXXX (mother, deceased), XXXX (father, deceased). RESIDENCE: gotham city, new jersey. OCCUPATION: arkham asylum psychiatrist (former), crime lord (current). EDUCATION: community college and medical school graduate, attained a PhD. AFFILIATIONS: gotham's rogues gallery, gotham sirens (poison ivy, catwoman, herself), the joker (former, deceased).

TIMELINE. TW: suicide, mental abuse, physical abuse.

as a child, harley was a hyper child with a finicky temper. harley would experience violent outbursts when her temper would flare up, this being noticeable when she was a toddler and then further into adolescence, in which she would frequently get into trouble for physical altercations with other children. harley's parents found her hard to manage, with their attempts of physical punishment only to be thrown back at them. harley would be locked in her room for up to hours at a time when her temper flared, often in the dark and left to make a mess in her room. harley would be sent to see a child therapist who would have harley's parents partake in many methods to 'subdue' harley's fits of anger. essentially, harley would continually be taught over her developing years to suppress her anger, as well as any 'extreme' emotions she may feel. this resulted in harley willingly isolating herself from her family and practically becoming mute, only speaking when spoken to. she would resign herself to her bedroom and take to studying for her classes, with psychology being the one she performed the best. harley became fascinated with psychology, partially because of her desire to better understand her mental ailments as well as being able to carefully dissect others (rather than trying to violently rip them apart). harley's parents would approve and admire harley's desire to become a psychiatrist, though unfortunately both of them would pass away in an alleged 'suicide pact' via asphyxiation by motor vehicle exhaust gas.

harley would take several years to graduate from medical school to attain her PhD and begin a career in psychiatry. harley would work in one or two different facilities for roughly a year before becoming an arkham asylum psychiatrist. arkham asylum, even today, is regarded as a facility not for the weak of heart. harley had an interest in the inmates at arkham, seeing as many of them were vastly different and far more volatile than those of her previous workplaces. it's at arkham that she would find the inmate nobody could ever work out: the joker. harley would become the joker's main psychiatrist, though as time would go on, harley would unknowingly fall victim to heavy manipulation from the criminal. the joker would have her unknowingly spill bits of her past, especially about her suppressed anger and emotions, and use them against her. he would offer her a chance to 'set herself free' and never have to suppress herself again, should she free him and become his accomplice. though the joker would never explicitly state that they would be romantically involved, he would constantly imply it, flirting with her and actively trying to court her.

when harley freed the joker and escaped with him to become his accomplice, the joker and harley's honeymoon had abruptly ended. the joker was keen on picking apart everything harley had ever said or done, and when harley would confront him about his behavior, he would deny and gaslight until she couldn't refute anymore. the joker would become increasingly violent as well, taking any chance he could to lash out at the woman. harley would begin to retaliate with violence of her own, not unlike when she was a child with her parents. this violence, however, would all come to a head when harley finally snapped and killed the joker with her mallet―――smashing his face to pieces until it was nothing but red and unrecognizable. and in this act of destruction, she felt herself be freer than she'd ever been. her arms were free. she was free.

following the joker's murder, harley would usurp the clown crime throne to everyone's surprise. no longer seen as a damsel or a dimwit... but now a dangerous and capable threat, harley would take to the throne relatively well: ensuing chaos everywhere for a little 'fun'.

#PINNED: DNI.

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just finished the book, so here’s humorous scenes/quotes in the rots novelization by matthew stover that should have been in the movie

dooku trying to convince palpatine to try and let kenobi fall again rather than skywalker

obi-wan getting possessed by the force in battle

c3po being treated as a human on padmé’s staff

padmé preaching to fellow senators that ther is one jedi she knows she can trust, then realizing she is talking about obi-wan

palpatine accuses obi-wan of sleeping with a senator and anakin’s mind automatically goes to “who is this senator? let’s go question him”

obi-wan thinking “when he died, anakin would be with him”

obi-wan to grievous: you should pay more attention to the weather. It’s about to start raining clones

anakin asking to talk to obi-wan after he finds out palpatine is the sith, but he is denied

mace windu’s attachment to the republic

kit fisto repeating as he is about to face palpatine that he’d feel better if yoda or obi-wan was there

(and he dies with a smile on his face)

“cody was a clone. he would execute the order faithfully, w/o hesitation or regret. but he was also human enough to mutter glumly, ‘would it have been too much to ask for the order to have come through before I gave him back the bloody lightsaber…?’”

the conversation b/w c3po and r2 about how nothing is making sense and how they feel helpless

looking at the cockpit of his starfighter, obi-wan to bail and yoda “I suppose… if you don’t mind riding on my lap…”

obi-wan and yoda sneaking into the temple dressed as a hunchback and child. says he’s an old man dropping off a baby jedi to the temple. clones look at yoda swaddled up and think it’s an ugly child. they ask how he knows the child is a jedi. yoda says “my lightsaber, the first clue would be, hmm?” and kills them

bail foreshadowing that it’ll take 20 years to rebel when padmé told him that he can’t vote against an empire

separatists: we were promised a handsome reward!

vader: I am your reward. you don’t find me handsome

separatists: i’ll give you anything you want

vader, cutting off their hands: thank you

separatists: sidious promised we would be left in peace

vader: the transmission was garbled. he said you’d be left in pieces

after finding out anakin killed the younglings, obi wan: I should have let the clones shoot me. no, too late. I should have let the zabrak kill me on naboo

palpatine: i sense a disturbance in the force. you may be in danger

vader, seeing padmé’s ship thinking: danger of being kissed to death

palpatine: be mindful

vader, thinking: i could get that much from obi-wan. you should be mindful. I am the disturbance in the force

palpatine wishing yoda a happy empire day (someone please make art of him giving a hand drawn card to yoda)

anakin telling obi-wan to walk away and retire, a chance for old times sake

anakin: i’m so sick of your lectures

and then he uses the force to fracture obi-wan’s forearms

“this was not sith against jedi. not light against dark or good against evil… it was anakin against obi wan. personally. just the two of them and the damage they had done to each other.”

“‘i loved you, but i could not save you’”

“obi-wan looked down. it would be a mercy to kill him. he was not feeling merciful”

padmé names leia before either baby is born (she doesn’t have a chance to talk to her) she thinks she’s talking to anakin

padmé presses anakin’s pendant in obi-wan’s hand and he doesn’t know what it means

yoda: like a father you wish to be, young obi-wan?

obi-wan: more an eccentric old uncle. a part i can play very well. to keep watch over anakin’s son… I can’t imagine a better way to spend the rest of my life.

c3po being proud to serve under padmé’s daughter (before getting wiped)

end with anakin skywalker pov, with immense pain and hatred of himself. doesn’t even want to touch the dark side

#star wars #sw #the clone wars #obi wan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #count dooku #c3po #revenge of the sith #matthew stover #rots novelization #rots #anakin skywalker #darth vader #palpatine #yoda #mace windu #padme amidala #best of star wars

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howlingday · 2 years

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I got one for Jaune’s backstory

The Vytal festival is upon us and with that the tournament. With the rumors of Jaune’s immense strength going around would their be people that are to afraid to challenge the king of vale

Place Yer Bets!

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Vytal Festival Tournament! I hope you're all as excited as I am, because we're kicking off the festivities with two matches at once! Team RWBY vs Team ABRN, and Team BRNZ vs Team JNPR! I hope you're ready for a match to remember, because you won't want to miss either of these fights!

Brawnz: We give!

Jaune: Huh?

Brawnz: We give up! You win!

Jaune: I- You- We-

Nora: We won! (Crowd boos) Listen to our adoring fans!

Ren: Why did you give up?

Nolan: You kidding? We're not going toe-to-toe with that psychopath, or the rest of your team!

Pyrrha: Ps-Psychopath? Who on Remnant are you talking about?

Brawnz: (Shakes Jaune's hand) This guy! I heard nothing but terrifying stories about him!

Jaune: ...Huh?

May: Like how he killed an entire Grimm horde in front of their children!

Roy: Or how he drinks motor oil, and belches fire.

Nolan: How he ravaged an entire town's worth of men in the wrestling pits!

Brawnz: Needless to say, if anyone's going to win this tournament, my money is on this guy!

Jaune: (Thinking) All that training. All that sparring. All the beatings. Nothing. It amounts to nothing. (Speaking) Are you...

Brawnz: Huh?

Jaune: Are you... KIDDING ME?!

Brawnz: BEAT IT!

Roy: Save yourselves!

Nolan: I don't want to be ravaged!

May: I don't want to die!

Jaune: GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE MEN! ...AND A WOMAN!

Yang: And you just screamed at them to come back to fight you?

Jaune: No! ...I also chased them halfway through the festival. (Everyone laughs) Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! You don't know what it's like! I spent weeks, WEEKS, trying to make our team unstoppable!

Pyrrha: And you did!

Jaune: But I wanted to prove it! (Sighs) I'm gonna go to the bathroom. At least no one can run from me there. (Leaves)

Blake: Kind of creepy, but the point still stands.

Ruby: He really took it hard.

Nora: Yeah. I think he wanted to show off our team attacks.

Weiss: Team attacks?

Nora: Yeah, I found this note for a bunch of team names.

Ren: Why would we need team attack names? If someone knew us, they could deduce who was doing what.

Pyrrha: It is strategically flawed.

Nora: Honestly, if I were a team that used Team attack names, I'd be embarrassed.

Ruby: (Chuckles nervously)

Weiss: (Looks away)

Blake: (Hides her face in her book)

Yang: Yeah, super embarrassing... Uh, so what are the names?

Nora: Let's see. Ren and I are "Flower Power". Or is it "Flour Power"? It's like he couldn't decide on a "w" or a "u".

Pyrrha: Whst else is there?

Nora: Well, there's you and Jaune, "Arkos".

Pyrrha: A-"Arkos?!"

Yang: Sounds like a bad ship name. He just put your names together.

Pyrrha: (Swooning) Arkos~! Arkos~! Arkos~!

Nora: Well someone is clearly a fan.

Cinder: (Speaking into her scroll) I said I'm out.

Adam: (On the line) You can't be serious! My men are in position, ready to take off on your word!

Cinder: Well, here's my word. Call it off. NOW.

Adam: My men came for blood. If you're going to call it off, tell them yourself.

Cinder: Put me on speaker.

Adam: NO! Beacon dies TONIGHT! I will not let a HUMAN decide for me any longer!

Cinder: Do whatever you want. Just remember, I am still here, and I don't need you. If you think about attacking me, well... don't. (Hangs up)

Lieutenant: What now, sir?

Adam: 48 hours... She has 48 hours to change her mind. If she doesn't... We'll call in Plan B.

Lieutenant: Sir, I don't know about Plan B. He sounds too dangerous.

Adam: Not just dangerous. He's a nightmare.

Port: (Radio) If you missed out on today's match, don't worry! There will be plenty more tomorrow! Who will come out on top in the end? It may be my bias as a Professor, but I believe Beacon will win! Don't think so? Then cheer your team to prove me wrong!

Shay: Phew! How about those teams, huh? Team RWBY really clocked those ABRN kids, huh?

Raven: Shay, do you ever say anything that isn't guaranteed to piss me off?

Shay: (Gulps)

Raven: Now, onto business. The Luna Tribe are making their way north around Mountain Glenn. I want to know why.

Vernal: We could send a scouting party to ask.

Raven: No. As much as I'd love to throw Shay to those fanatics, there's still too much we don't know. Hm... Order the camp to pack up. We're going up there, and we're getting our answers.

Vernal: And if we don't like it?

Raven: Then the alliance is off, and we start "fresh." (Bandits chuckle)

Vernal: Everyone, pack up! We're heading North!

Raven: (Thinking) Those freaks better have a damn good reason for this. I don't like them getting so close to Vale.

Roman: So, what'd you think of your hubby, sis?

Scarlet: Oh, choke on it, Romie.

Qrow: So, I'm confused. You're saying you're not his wife?

Scarlet: Never even made it to the aisle, cute as he was.

Roman: So you faked your death, hid out in Vacuo, then came running back to him. Why is that?

Scarlet: You don't listen to rumors, do you?

Roman: What, that he's a king? That he's a cyborg? That he's some kind of champion of gods from another realm?

Scarlet: No, he's not any of those things, but the stories that they're saying do have a bit of truth to them. Which is why I was sent to collect him.

Qrow: Collect him? For who?

Scarlet: I have orders from my benefactors, The Crown, to bring my beloved Jaune Arc to Vacuo. Alive.

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