#I miss rebels sm

[snap-my-kneecaps]

Hi yes, Wookieepedia that’s not fucking funny

Actually sobbing

[pawsometoons]

I deeply apologize for not drawing them for 1528638552 years BSKBSVVKDB

[mirmoria]

Good morning night noon afternoon or evening chat. Let's talk The Heart Killers.

or more precisely, the outfits.

Now....NOT TO BE A BULLY but.

Assassin. apparently. I'm sorry but this is NOT giving scary sexy rebel assasin with a desire for love and freedom. This is giving the rowdy kids who play outside my house every afternoon. Bro looks like hes gonna use a fake gun to shoot pebbles at stray animals for a little giggle.

What are those pants,,, why do they fit him that way,,,, love the hair tho. Khao could go bald and I'd still go to war for him.

Ok hot. this man looks like he'd tilt your chin up to make you look at him while flirting with you with something from Shakespeare. You can tell he comes from money. Didnt think I was gonna miss these pants sm. Also I LOVE his floral tattoos here.

Bro looks like hes waiting for you to fall at his feet after saying "are you copper and tellurim? Cus ur Cu-Te baby"

What are those socks. What are those shorts. Why does he look like he's wearing something out of a 7 year olds closet. Why is his hair fraying up top.

I wouldve been sm happier had the pants been full length :( but oh well.

K I'm done ☀️☀️☀️☀️😽😽💥💥💥 pushing all this aside IM GENUINELY EXCITED FOR THE SHOW I dont love the styling (esp for kantbison) but wtv I'll eat up this romcom.

[mochilovesbuffmen]

Bucchigiri?! x Reader

Some silly hcs when you're his s/o

Part Two w Outa and Matakara<3

Reader is GN!

Shindo

✓ I actually imagine you were a freshman at the school when you met Shindo ✓ you only knew him from afar since back then he liked to keep to himself, always shy and quiet around everyone ✓ things changed when you joined Minato Kai ✓ you were training with the other members when Ken came around with a new member ✓ you instantly recognized Shindo ✓ making your move on getting to know him you two spend a lot of time together (you constantly pestered him) ✓ he slowly opened up to you and you helped him woth becoming stronger as well ✓ when the incident happened where he got banned from Minato Kai you two lost contact even though you tried to find him again ✓ a while later Shindo showed up before you one day, completely changed ✓ explained his plans to you bc you still have a special place in his heart ✓ you tried to warn Ken but it was already too late when the fight started ✓ after the fight (and Shindo getting his ahh handed to him) he surprisingly stuck around you ✓ but not in a nice way, that mf was everywhere you went (or you swore it was a curse and you were the one constantly running into him) ✓ you knew everything that was happening with Senya and Ichiya because Shindo doesn't keep his voice down while ranting about them every chance he gets ✓ from then on you two were a duo (unintentionally)

Arajin

✓ plssss the only way you'd (hopefully) ever fall for this guy is when you knew him before ✓ like you were chilling with Matakara and Arajin everyday when you were kids ✓ watched them train to become Honki people omg ✓ but that day young Matakara got beat up by this group of kids you weren't around because of a family emergency ✓ you only ever heard Matakaras side of story of why he suddendly moved without saying goodbyes ✓ you two missed him everyday from them on but you had quiet a lot on your hands with rebel Matakara anyways (can't blame ya) ✓ when Arajin moved back and joined your school you were actually ecstatic ✓ you finally had your childhood crush Back after all ✓ Arajins eyes lit up for a bit and you could see a blush on his cheeks when he saw you for the first time when you went to greet him ✓ his happiness quickly dropped tho and he was acting cold towards you, kinda like he's hella uncomfy in your presence (Zabu wanted to beat shrimps ahh everytime he saw you sad bc Arajin ignored you again ✓ and this is how it went ✓ with you (and Matakara) trying to talk to him but he blocked you both out help ✓ you never thought you'd actually be jealous of Mahoro out of all people srs ✓ "I need to find my darling husband. I'm so worried about him." "Honestly, what do you see in that guy?" "He makes me laugh." -Y'alls energy ✓ anyways, i believe you two come together after the whole ideal with Matakara and Ichiya is done. ✓ you were the first one there to hug him&taking care of him and the way he finally seemed to care about you and Matakara made you happy ✓ you have the old Arajin finally back ✓ he still tried to ask Mahoro out w the stone and she rejected (obv) you swooped in and offered him to go on a date. ✓ with no guilt haunting him he was able to see you as you and man was SMITTEN ✓ have fun with a sweaty and awkward diarrhea bomb crushing on you ✓ tbh prepare for him to stare and be interested in other women too (if you can't beat em join em and now you both look at women you find pretty but You're much more smooth with it) ✓ will gift you your personal carved stone with yours and his initials <3 ✓ wear his shirts plsssss he loves it sm ✓ he can COOK and this WELL! Definetly would spoil you with food ✓ he hates fighting but still will protect you (as much as he could) ✓ pls hit him when he tries those cringy romantic shit on you ✓ oh also his momma would absolutely ADORE YOU

KOMAO

✓ HES MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ✓such a sweetheart omg ✓ BUT he'll tease the shit outta you if you give him the opportunity ✓ he's so clingy and touchy so expect him to randomly hug you or hold onto you ✓ PIGGY BACK RIDES!!! Both ways! Prefers if you carry him and he'll compliment you sm💞 ✓ prolly has really funny pet names for you too ✓ he straight up asked you out a few days after meeting you ✓ is not above pestering you until you say yes anyways ✓ absolutely loves it when you hold his face in your hands ✓ greeting him every morning means running towards each other and him spinning you (or you him, it can go both ways) ✓ lots of holding hands and hugging to the point Zabu groans loudly out of

[dalekofchaos]

I think if I had any issues with GOW:Ragnarok is 5 things.

No mention that Thor killed his mother. In GOW 2018, Mimir tells the tale of Fjörgyn, Thor's mother and one of Odin's great loves. It is implied that Thor killed her. It would give depth to why Odin is abusive towards Thor, his hatred of Atreus, self-loathing(aside from failing his sons) and explain why Faye went nuclear against Thor. Also? This would give context to why Thor is the way he is.

Odin doesn't use Kratos actions of murdering his family in turning Atreus against Kratos. I'm sure Kratos tells Atreus off screen, but does he? You'd think he would've told Atreus in the last game's ending or somewhere in Ragnarok. As far as we know all he told Atreus is killing Zeus and "I've killed many who were deserving and many who were not" implied, but never said. Kratos telling Freya was an important moment for them to understand each other. I don't think Kratos told him and considering how much of an abusive manipulative gaslighting prick that Odin is, it just felt like a missed opportunity not to have Odin use that to turn Atreus against his father and also a missed opportunity to have Kratos struggle to tell Atreus from his perspective on what he did.

Atreus darker personality never returned. I had this theory that Atreus "We're gods, we can do anything we want" phase would return as his Loki personality. Atreus quest to prevent Kratos' death would lead him down a dark path and lead his Loki personality to return. He would play both sides only to let Asgard burn in Ragnarok. There would be a boss battle between Atreus and his Loki side and Atreus personality would win and remain dominant. What we got was great, but I feel like Atreus' darker personality returning was a missed opportunity.

Kratos and Thor's final fight seemed tame. When I envisioned Kratos and Thor's final battle. I imagined this bombastic battle that would realm shift throughout the Nine Realms and would be the climax of Ragnarok. What we got was great. but I strongly feel like their final fight was underwhelming and it could've been more. I get the game was trying to show Thor is more than what the lore of the Norse saga and Ragnarok as a whole is showing us, but Kratos and Thor's final fight SHOULD HAVE been more.

Killing off Thor and Odin too soon. To me it's unsatisfying that Odin and Thor are killed off so soon. Thor has this great character arc and Odin was built up as this master manipulator and schemer and they die in the second game in this trilogy. Imagine how unsatisfying it would be if Luke Skywalker killed Darth Vader in Empire Strikes Back and the Rebels killed the Emperor in the second act of the trilogy. Yeah that would've been so disappointing, wouldn't it? The story they told was great and I trust SMS. But it still feels like to me that they should have done a sort of cliffhanger ending. After Brok is killed, Kratos follows Odin, Thor and Odin kills Kratos. Kratos is sent into the realm into the tear, basically the realm where the dead gods go who cannot come back. He'd see Magni and Modi and Baulder and finally Faye and Faye sends Kratos back. Then it ends with Kratos pledging to lead Ragnarok and burn Asgard. For more in depth to this idea, watch the video down below. Point is I strongly feel like it was a mistake to kill off Odin and Thor in the second act of the Norse trilogy.

Bonus 1:Atreus not even looking into the tear with the mask was just bad. All they had to do was Atreus sees into the void, one minute later he takes the mask off, breaks it and tosses it into the void

Bonus 2. Odin's design. Thor's design is perfect, but part of me feels like he should have had armor

Compared to the stories Mimir told, I imagined Odin looking something like this down below. The story for Odin is great, but imo the final fight should have been more. Like, King of the Aesir should have been more. The contrast between him and Zeus is he is the master manipulator, but Odin in Norse Mythology is the strongest of the gods and this game didn't show it. He had powerful magic to display but it didn't feel like this grand final boss of the Norse saga, like Thor it could have been more.

Bonus 3. The Ragnarok itself is disappointing. Ragnarok was so built up to, but it honestly felt like the mission to actually get Surtr on-side was longer than the mission for Ragnarok. We saw nothing of the actual battle, Fenrir wasn’t there, and we didn’t even see the Army of the Dead! We could've gotten the Elves, army of the dead, the Dwarves lead by Sindri & Durlin, Vanir and even an army of Vikings/Raiders to represent Midgard. But we didn't. Plus in myth, Ragnarok was largely a battle between the Gods and the Jotnar - and yet the latter weren’t even present. I was fully expecting after heading to Muspel that Atreus would tell Kratos about the secret giants with Angrboda; that would have been an element of surprise that Odin didn’t know about! I’d been hoping to fight Thor on the back of Jormungandr or something, and for Fenrir to be involved in fighting Odin. So yeah. The Ragnarok in the game called God Of War:Ragnarok is disappointing.

[boabelboo]

any thoughts of sheaf you’d kindly share with me?

(you made me obsess over her🖕🏻)

OMG??? thought this day would never come.... IVE CONVERTED ANOTHER SHEAF FAN???

thank u sm!!!

okok so im going to share my hcs and how they came to me, whether they're based in canon or i js thought it fit with her.

home life

"a limber little girl from district nine did a back handspring after she recieved a bread roll" tbosas p.96

i treasure this quote so much because it's like the only sheaf-specific quote in the whole book. i usually base sheaf's home life on the fact that she is able to do gymnastics and, more specifically, perform for others. another quote, though it isn't directly about sheaf, also intrigued me.

"lucy gray and coriolanus resumed their picnic seats and watched the show. 'we're a regular circus troupe, we are,' she said as she picked bits of meat off her bone." tbosas p.97

though this quote is from lucy gray, it reflects on not only her but the previously mentioned sheaf and treech who were performing. we know that lucy gray is actually a performer because of the covey, and it is a popular fan-theory that treech has some involvement in theatre (thank u hannah for blessing us w this 🙏), so it isn't far-fetched to imagine sheaf has some experience performing too?

i personally see her as an orphan who is around seventeen years old. i hc this specific age just because it makes more sense for her backstory and she could easily look like a little girl whilst being much older due to malnourishment. she grew up very poor in an orphanage after her parents were shot by peacekeepers for rebel-involvement. district nine, to me, is a very musical and performance based district. sheaf, along with some other of the orphanage kids form a performance troupe (somebody singing, someone playing an instrument and someone performing). sheaf, in this instance is the performer. i think she'd be able to do things like walk on a tightrope and swing from ropes as well. she's extremely flexible and fast which would have aided her in the games if she got to compete.

personality

i have alot of posts analysing how i see sheaf's personality. i find it difficult to explain how i see her sometimes, but to me she's just a much more curious version of katniss everdeen. she's cynical, she's perceptive, she's determined and she's always scheming. she's a kind heart under a tough exterior. she fights nonstop for what is right, and believes the system of hate doesn't need to be changed, it needs to be destroyed. she's also a massive hater irrelated to katniss but yk. she would definitely be open about her hatred of the capitol, and would not be compliant with androcles during their interview. i have a post linking her to katniss here, which elaborates how sheaf's upbringing influenced her to be the way she is.

relationships

i haven't mentioned sheaf's relationships much on this blog, but i do touch on her past relationship with a fellow orphan, pip thistle, in my panlo and sheaf fic, linked here.

i believe sheaf has intense trust issues, specifically toward adults. she mainly distrusts people because of how they treat the orphans in nine. orphans get sent to the games over and over on purpose, because they won't be missed as much. sheaf hates this idea, and actively fights against it, until it's too late.

pip thistle, another orphan who sheaf loves more than anything, gets sent to the games and dies. sheaf becomes distraught and starts being more and more rebellious back home, which eventually results in her getting reaped. she doesn't do it on purpose per-se, but uses it as an opportunity to try as hard as she can to avenge the love of her life. she never gets the chance. she dies before getting into the arena. she fought so vigorously, performing for people that she hates, just to die before she even gets to try and fight. she dies in what she thinks is in vein, and hates herself for it.

i also think sheaf and panlo have a close relationship, though they only knew eachother from afar before the reaping. they vow to stay together during the games, and though sheaf doesn't trust him at first, they end up becoming very close. sheaf only blames herself even more for panlo's death, since he dies before she does of his injuries.

misc

here are some misc headcanons from both me and the amazing @persephoneprice on sheaf's character!!

[simplysedusa]

I love the idea of the boys getting adopted by miss Keane sm. I picture at the end Mojo and Him are just confused how this kindly elementary school teacher managed to get three boys who were literally created to do evil (and rebelled against the both of them) to go against their programming and the boys are like ‘because she actually bothered to know and see us and she loved and believed in us when we made it very impossible to and no one else did and also cuz we actually respect her lol’. Look I love me ppgxrrb but I like the thought of the boys redeeming themselves for a maternal figure in their lives because they never had that and they to their shock actually really love it and love miss Keane. Also it contrasts the girls with a loving father nicely.

I'm not gonna lie, my main motivation for having Ms. Keane be the one to adopt the boys was her last name lol. I've said it before, but there isn't a canon explanation as to why Brick would allow the last name "Jojo" near any official documents. Keane sounded/looked the best near their names.

One of my many gripes with PPGxRRB fics is that the girls tend to be the only motivation for the boys to redeem themselves. The good girl that fixes the bad boy trope is just so toxic, and it's lazy. Removing HIM and Mojo from the equation and giving the boys a positive parental guardian (who's a woman) starts the groundwork for the boys becoming better people (and begin challenging their misogyny). BUT, Ms. Keane won't have to bear the responsibility of influencing the boys alone, because as they say, it takes a village. I haven't officially stated this anywhere but Professor Utonium helps out from time to time with advice, he's the only adult around who knows what it's like to raise supers. There's also an OC of mine who acts as a (mostly) positive father figure to the boys as well.

And the boys with Ms. Keane won't just be for the benefit of the boys. Ms. Keane gets development too! Ms. Keane tends to abide by a strict, logical set of rules. She doesn't allow the Powerpuff Girls to fight in school even when the lives of others are at stake, she convinces Professor Utonium to change the girls' bedtimes when they were sleeping in class (though to be fair, she had a point, five year olds shouldn't be fighting crime at 11pm at night), and she dumps Professor Utonium because there's no way a cat could've been a criminal. She's tight knit. With the Rowdyruff Boys, she could loosen up and stop viewing the world in black and white.

Plus I'm like 90% sure I'll have Sedusa and Ms. Keane dating each other at the end of the WIP, so they'll have another adult in the corner who can also relate to the boys as a former villain who's rehabilitated.

But NGL, I saw a post on here about the Mayor taking the boys in, and that could be very interesting in itself.

Though for me and my WIPs, Ms. Keane isn't the one that causes the boys to rebel against Mojo and HIM. The Rowdyruff Boys leave on their own. They're elementary school kids, they will eventually get bored and wanna go live their lives. That doesn't mean they aren't the mischievous little shits as we know them to be, they just aren't concerned with the Powerpuffs.

[hanasnx]

I don’t know how I missed the fact that padawan’s braid have beads of colours affiliated to their area of study but just learnt that Anakin had both a red and a blue one for piloting and mechanics. Even when he grew up, he still was most attuned to what he knew best from his childhood. And I think it becomes something quite sad when looking at Darth Vader because it’s such a split from what Anakin enjoyed as an infant and until he was a master… it made me quite sad to think on that

- skyguythings

if it helps, DV does still get to pilot things he prefers it actually. in the movies he has his personal ship he goes after luke with. in rebels he goes after hera in his ship :) the man is always like “prepare my ship i will go after them myself���

he also got to redesign his suit. (in the comics). after his palps gave him his mark 1 suit which was too weak for vader’s power and disrupted what was left of his agility. so after vader came back from obtaining his new saber, his suit and limbs were pretty banged up. so while he was in his bacta tank, palps was like “i laid out all the shit for you, i know you want to redesign it your way, so here you go.” and vader got to remake everything using the force while inside his tank. it was sick af.

he maintains his hobbies and is still very skilled at them even during his time as darth vader.

being darth vader, he’s simply anakin skywalker uninhibited. sure palps keeps him on a leash, but vader accomplishes what anakin could not. vader is how anakin’s evolved. he’s not that much different, traumatized beyond belief and more finely tuned and such. he detaches himself from his past because its easier to excuse his behaviors, and to let people know he’ll never devolve back into who anakin was trying to be. anakin was the mask. vader is the being in the basement. he keeps palps around cos hes useful, and he cant defeat him without help. which is why any chance he got to overthrow palps he fucking took lmao. his sworn loyalty to palps is a mask.

i didnt know about the beads though, that’s so fucking cute! i love that sm. i didn’t think the beads had any meaning, that they were just part of the culture. to serve a diff purpose is so fascinating to me

[angstyaches]

hii could we please get a sick ryan because she ate something stupid (thinking about the time she stole nancys cookies heheh) with nancy as the caretaker? i miss them sm :)🍄

You also requested something Ryan-centric for this post, quite a while ago, so I've combined the two.

Word Count: 4,400+

CW (PLEASE READ): species-based food intolerance, nausea, vomiting, bad self-talk, behaviour which could be interpreted as harmful to the self so please proceed with caution and be gentle with yourselves 🖤

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“I feel my gratitude must, once again, be expressed,” Ryan said, distracting herself with words while her knife pressed down on her stack of green leaves, tomato slices, chicken, and dressing. This chaotic arrangement had somehow cost more than an entire cow used to cost in the equivalent currency. She supposed she remained indoors far too often, if culture shock could still manage to creep up on her out of nowhere.

Her lunch companion raised her eyebrows as she chewed. She had ordered clam chowder and bread, much to Ryan’s quiet and resigned dismay. Exposure to the smells of food were a challenge for her senses to begin with, but it was a special kind of hell when seafood became involved. To make things worse, she had clams and prawns and whatever else was hauled in off the coast of Portrush had once delighted her beyond reason.

To be sickened by something once loved brought an especially bittersweet tang to her mouth. She could almost hear the crashing waves, the tinkle of little Silas’s laughter –

“For… what?” Mrs. Waters pondered innocently.

“For… inviting me to convene with you over your afternoon meal,” Ryan clarified, giving a slight shake of her head. She would have to limit the extent of her olfactory indulgences as much as possible. “I understand that your schedule must come with an abundance of restrictions –”

The trickle of discomfort in Mrs. Waters’ eyes made Ryan’s words halt on her tongue. She was being too formal. She knew that. Well, she hadn’t known that. But she knew that now.

Or perhaps it was the way Ryan’s jaw threatened to rebel against her every time she lifted the fork to her mouth, her tongue becoming awash with acrid saliva. The way she chewed as though she could somehow stop the food from touching the surfaces inside her mouth. Like a fool.

Like an utter fool.

“It was really no bother at all,” Mrs. Waters assured Ryan, eyeing her bowl of soup as she carefully lifted a spoonful towards her lips. Ryan wasn’t sure if the woman was of a generally nervous disposition, or if it was Ryan, specifically, who was making her nervous. “To be honest, I was a bit anxious to meet you. My Charlie is basically working for you right now.”

“I see,” Ryan said, poking at a chunk of tomato with her fork. It wept a sickly pink juice under the pressure of the tine. She wasn’t sure she was satisfied with the idea that the young Mr. Waters was working for her; she had thought that allowing him to continuing living on the property had been a generous gesture, not a job offer.

Indeed, he would be keeping an eye on the structural integrity of the building and preventing the odd build-up of dust and grime, but didn’t most mortals perform these duties within their dwellings –?

“Not – not that I was afraid you were some kind of weirdo or anything!” Mrs. Waters exclaimed.

“Ah.”

Half a second later, Mrs. Water’s gave a nervous chuckle, which told Ryan that she should be chuckling too, and certainly shouldn’t have given a deadpan, one-word answer. To avoid having to make up for it now, she loaded her mouth full of vinegared leaves, the texture and flavours lost in a sea of tingling, unpleasant numbness between her jaws.

The sensation came on so fast that it felt like a spike had been driven down through the top of her head, its point grating at the base of her tongue. The intensity shocked her somewhat, which was a good thing; if not for the shock, she might have started in her seat and instantly spewed her food back out onto the table.

As things stood, her jaw had clenched and her lips had mashed up tightly together.

“So, you’re looking to move out to the countryside?” Mrs. Waters asked.

Ryan’s eyes were somehow dry, yet also stinging with tears.

She made a show of puffing out her cheeks and pointing towards her closed lips to buy herself more time to chew. More time to… suffer through chewing. Every cell in her body wanted to spray the wet, slippery greens as far as they would go. Her inherently liquid diet didn’t often require her jaws or her back teeth to do much work, beyond the initial slicing into the flesh of a live pray, of course. It was oddly tedious and repetitive work.

Not to mention her guts were practically revolting in protest already. Before she’d turned immortal – more immortal than most other immortals, in fact – Ryan had lived through more diseases than many creatures who still roamed the earth, and she didn’t appreciate the reminder of what sickness could feel like.

But none of that mattered. The current situation called for her to be sociable. There was no room for anything else.

The story was that she was planning to move to the countryside with her partner, who suffered from a rare lung disease and would benefit from a fresher kind of air than the stuff readily available in the suburbs. They were planning on adopting two rescue dogs, and as soon as they were settled in, Ryan planned to take back up her long-lost hobby of painting portraits of animals in Colonial-style dress. This last detail had been Ryan’s own contribution to the charade, and Nancy had raised an eyebrow at it.

The more seemingly innocuous drivel included, the more convincing the fabrication, Ryan had assured her wife, and when it seemed as though Nancy had been about to protest, Ryan had done what she generally did when Nancy was about to protest. She’d kissed her on the mouth.

She couldn’t quite tell Mrs. Waters the truth, that the house her son resided in was plagued by the densest swarm of demons the world over, or that her son himself was possessed by a demon, or that Ryan was monitoring him for fear he’d caught the attention of the most dangerous immortal on the planet.

These were simply not appropriate lunchtime topics of discussion.

“Well… that’s exciting,” Mrs. Waters smiled. She smiled more with the left side of her mouth than the right. “Can I ask why? Are you just… looking for a change, or is there a job…?”

Ryan’s lips trembled, and she wanted to smack them to make them behave. Her lungs gulped in air, despite her efforts to refrain from excessive breathing, as she swallowed the foul mouthful. It gurgled in her throat, her internal muscles twitching and spasming as it was forced down, into a stomach that felt how she imagined Felix’s did when he had to watch a creature being slaughtered.

With a disdainful curl to her lip, Ryan certainly hoped she didn’t look the way Felix did when he had to watch an animal being slaughtered.

Below the table, her stomach burbled.

She pressed a poised finger to her lips, stifled an indigestive burp, and nodded in response to Ingrid’s question. “Well, my partner, you see, has a rather uncommon lung condition…”

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Ryan sat in her car long for an excessive amount of time after arriving home. The shadows that had descended as the garage door closed behind her had felt like a blanket encircling her shoulders, shrouding her from the prying eyes of the world. The sensation disgusted her. Ryan never had need for blankets or warmth or self-pity.

And as soon as her defences went down, they went down. Hard. The cogs in her brain began to analyse every moment of the interaction, criticise every facial expression, pick apart every selected word, twist at every hum of agreement.

Even the fact that she was sitting in her car, emotionally paralysed, told her that she, herself, needed improvement. If spending the afternoon with a human person could take this much of a toll on her, then she was in dire need of… practice. Exposure. She had once attended Lions Club meetings and taken painting lessons; perhaps it was time to explore those options again. Spend some time with beings other than witches and vampires and… others.

Ryan rested a hand against her abdomen as she pressed her spine into the car seat, feeling a rather violent tension pushing against the buttons of her crisp white shirt. Her stomach was bubbling and squelching away, as though it thought its sluggish efforts would achieve anything close to digestion.

She used the heel of her hand to knead the space beneath her ribs where her meagre meal sat like a thick slime. The wretched organ might as well have been a dried-up clay pot, for all the good it was doing her.

And yet, no matter how many strategies and recalculations spun through her brain, she couldn’t see how she could have excused herself entirely from eating. She could have implied that she was on a diet, or taking medications that limited her mealtime options, but she couldn’t see Mrs. Waters reacting well to either of those. Well, why on earth did you agree to a meeting over lunch? She would have been too polite to say this, but Ryan knew she would have been thinking it. She was thinking it herself.

Thinking about Shayne, Ryan wondered if Mrs. Waters would have felt guilt for eating her lunch if Ryan hadn’t also ordered something. If she’d learned anything from her latest protégé, it was that mortals had the fascinating ability to feel guilt over the most inevitable of their human needs.

Luckily, Ryan was not a human.

And she had things to do.

She drew her shoulders back, released the tension in her stomach - the result was an even tighter press against the buttons of her shirt, but she could ignore it - and opened the car door.

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As she entered her study after a slow ascent of the stairs, Ryan’s stomach was snarling like a small animal attempting to assert its dominance. She gritted her teeth and bore down on her abdomen with her knuckles. If anything in there wanted out, it should… well, it should make haste. While she usually preferred to shut the door to the upstairs hallway, Ryan left it ajar today, so that she could make a brisk exit to the bathroom when the time came.

Grrrlllrrrgghh.

Ryan listened to the distressed gurgling with a muted sense of contempt. If her stomach was so unhappy with its contents, why hadn’t she thrown up already? She didn’t have all day to wait around for it to happen. Two hundred years, and two transformations later, and it seemed her earthly form was still not without its flaws.

So concerned was she with her despondent gut that she wasn’t even aware that the thrum of Nancy’s footsteps had taken a route from the bedroom to the study, and the soft knock on the doorframe made her heart jump into her raw, delicate throat.

Nancy poked her head around the door with a soft, almost slow-motion swish of her ponytail. “Oh, you’re home!”

“Nothing gets past you, does it, my love?”

“Oh, enough of that,” Nancy tsked, tugging on Ryan’s hand and pulling her about to plant a kiss on her lips.

Ryan softened a little, overcome with relief that she wasn’t married to another vampire. Despite her fantastical abilities, Nancy’s senses – the five main ones, that is – were as dull as the average mortal’s. She wouldn’t detect the scent of salad on Ryan’s breath, so long as Ryan didn’t exhale near her. Therefore, it was a very chaste, brief kiss that they shared.

“How did it… Ryan?” Nancy gasped as she stood back, holding a hand to her mouth as though to quiet herself. “Why do you look like death warmed over?”

Ryan curled her lip as she stalked over to her desk. She thumped the documents onto the wood. “I did not think this was news to you, Nan, but it did. Two hundred years ago, to be precise.”

“Sweetheart, I meant that you –”

“Yes, yes, thank you, love. Incidentally, you also look radiant this evening,” Ryan murmured. As she slumped into her chair, her stomach gave yet another obnoxious, unproductive grumble. She cleared her throat and gazed across at Nancy.

“Sorry, Ry,” Nancy said, cheeks reddening. Then she swept her hands down the front of her skirts, with an air of starting on a clean slate, as she planted herself in the plush armchair that sat to the side of Ryan’s desk. “How did everything go?”

“Fine.”

“Everything signed?”

“Of course.”

“Wonderful,” Nancy smiled, with a distinct lack of the excitement she’d had at every other point of this endeavour. “What was Charlie’s mum like?”

“Mrs. Waters,” Ryan rather snapped,“was akin to a pleasant, yet overall remarkably ordinary, individual.”

Nancy let out a gentle scoff, once again brushing her hands over her skirts. “Well, don’t overwhelm me with details.”

“I do not know what more to tell you. Except that… I am…” Ryan’s eyes widened as she trailed off. She’d been trailing off an awful lot today, even though it was a habit that irked her in others.

But a tingling, numbing wetness began to fill her mouth at an alarming rate, worse even than when she’d been taking bites of the salad that was prickling at the base of her oesophagus. The air felt like hot soup against her skin, in her lungs.

Why, why couldn’t Nancy have been occupied elsewhere? Now Ryan was obliged to share her discomfort, or continue her silence and risk giving her wife an untimely fright. “I believe I am… ‘bout to experience… emesis.”

Nancy blinked. “You –?”

Ryan’s eyes were wrenched back so hard in her skull that they ached, and her back arched forward so hard that she felt like a doll being pulled by the hair. The wheels of her desk chair rattled as she trundled out of range of anything particularly porous… Her stomach muscles clenched so hard that Ryan – in a moment of hyperbolic weakness – thought that her internal organs might come up through her nose –

And yet, while her senses braced themselves for the wet, clattering sound of stomach contents hitting the tiled floor, nothing came. Ryan swayed between emotional relief and dismay at being denied the physical relief.

“Oh, sweetheart, come,” Nancy murmured, and then her delicate, warm hands were guiding Ryan’s shoulders up and out of the desk chair. “I knew something was off about you. Did you eat?”

“I may have… ingested… a few mouthfuls of leafy matter.”

“A salad?” Nancy could neither have looked nor sounded more horrified if Ryan had hinted towards having had a stick of plutonium for lunch.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“A refusal to ingest would have resulted in…” Ryan slapped a hand to her stomach – silly as it sounded, her instinct seemed to be to try to physically suppress the spread of pain through her insides. “… Suspicion or discomfort.”

Nancy’s lower lip dropped down silently, but Ryan knew her wife well enough to guess what her thoughts were; how can someone with so much wisdom and experience be so stupid?

Thankfully, dear, sweet Nancy spared her the actual voicing of the thought.

“How… How was it?”

Amidst holding down her gorge, and fighting the urge to slump to the floor and take Nancy with her, Ryan managed to muster up a look of derision. She cast it lengthways as she hobbled from the study with her hands clasped on Nancy’s shoulders. Nancy looked back at her with a gormless grimace.

“Right. Never mind.”

___

“It. Refuses. To. Emerge,” Ryan moaned into the toilet bowl.

"Sweetheart," Nancy murmured distractedly.

Ryan flung a hand up in the air, then clapped it against her thigh in a display of finality. “It will never emerge! I shall now persist with rotting vegetation in my tract for the remainder of my existence.”

Nancy gave a light-hearted click of her tongue. “This,” she hummed, “coming from the woman who refuses to give up on a single other person on earth.”

Ryan attempted to spit the sour taste from her mouth, but her excessive saliva had dried up, leaving her with nothing but a tacky residue that clung to her cheeks like cells held together with collagen. If she’d had more spit, maybe the foul contents of her stomach would have slipped up and out of her by now, instead of sticking to her insides like leeches.

“What makes you the one and only hopeless case on this entire planet, hmm?” Nancy’s eyebrows quirked as she focused on something she’d arranged in her lap, nestled in the folds of her skirt. “What makes you so special?”

Ryan sank back from the toilet, though couldn’t quite get her head to remain straight without supporting it against the side of the bowl. She rubbed miserably at her gut; the chances of producing a physiological benefit were low, but she couldn’t fight the instinct to try. Her mood shifted once she’d realised that her wife was concocting something; not hopeful, but lured back from the brink by scientific intrigue.

Her weary eyes skimmed over a couple of ingredients that Nancy had used to throw together potions over the years, though Ryan had never seen them in this combination before. From her knowledge of Nancy’s works, it seemed to her that the result of this project would be rather… well, explosive would be a word for it.

“An elixir,” Ryan murmured, “to induce emesis?”

“Mmhmm,” Nancy’s voice pulsed in her throat, as though parting her lips to answer would have been too much of a distraction.

Disappointment clouded Ryan’s curiosity, rendering it difficult not to sink into the pains in her stomach, not to feel them so completely that everything else dimmed once again. “It will not be effective on me.”

“What if I told you I have added one very special ingredient,” Nancy said, raising one sardonic eyebrow, “for one very special lady?”

“I would remind you,” Ryan muttered, “that I am not merely a special ‘lady’, but an organism of unnatural qualities, including a resistance to the potency of –”

“In that case, you would have nothing to lose, isn’t that correct, my love?”

Ryan snatched the vial with what was probably excessive force and knocked back the liquid. Something stirred in her memory as she gulped, as though her taste buds had somewhat drifted out of slumber, just for a nanosecond. Mostly, she enjoyed how cool the fluid was as it snaked down her burning throat and carved its steady way down towards her stomach.

“It,” she spat, mouth dry as she lowered the vial, “will be ineffective.”

Nancy wore a patient smile almost as well as she wore a sweetheart neckline. More impressively, even, for Ryan knew that Nancy’s reserves of patience did not run as deep as their boys, or her students, thought. That patient smile was a thing of fine craftsmanship.

“If so,” she said softly, “I apologise. But wasn’t it worth a shot?”

Ryan had to turn her face away to avoid the humbling light of Nancy’s well-fought-for optimism. Her stomach rumbled in acknowledgment of its latest arrival, confirmed even further by a vibration through Ryan’s hand. “I suppose so.”

Nancy stretched her arms above her head, tilting her folded knees to keep her equipment and ingredients from rolling over the tiled floor. “Whew. I for one am mighty tired of this floor, Ry. Mind if we move you to the bed with a bucket instead?”

___

Bed and bucket proved a mundane combination to an immortal woman with work on the brain and an immovable lump in her stomach.

Ryan lay slumped on her side, face right at the edge of the bed so that she could keep an eye on her designated bucket, for so long that the sun set behind the curtains. About six kilometres away, a cricket began to shriek, adding itself to the din of the city. The world moved on, progressed, thrived, while Ryan lay overwhelmed with nausea, unable to digest or eject the offending food.

And yet her stomach continued to grumble its discomfort.

Nancy had stayed awake with her, fondling her hair in a way that reminded Ryan just vaguely of being fussed over by her mother. She wasn’t certain if the memory was welcome or not, and tried to let it wash over her like the tide. Nancy had also massaged Ryan’s back for a while which, whilst failing to dislodge the knots in her stomach, had done wonders for the tension in her muscles.

Gghhhhrrrlllgghh.

“Ssshh,” Ryan hissed, pressing her knuckles harshly against her stomach muscles. The pressure evidently would offer no help in inducing vomiting, but there was nothing to say a little aggression wouldn’t discourage the infuriating noises that continued to –

“Ry,” Nancy chided, closing her fingers around Ryan’s fist and guiding it halfway across the bed. She pressed Ryan's wrist into the top sheet, far away from where it could do any more persuading. “Please don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“It is wearing on my nerves like –”

“I don’t care.” Nancy’s tone prodded at the fog of nausea and rage, and Ryan caught glimpse of herself through her wife’s eyes. “You’re wearing on mine with this nonsense. You’ve put your body through an ordeal already today, and now is the time to let it recover in whatever way it needs. Isn't that the wise thing to do?"

She exhaled noisily through her nose – was that a snort of amusement? – as Ryan’s stomach gurgled and bubbled a few inches from her elbow. Ryan’s brain flared with annoyance, which she quickly threw some reins on.

“Perhaps.”

“There is no ‘perhaps’,” Nancy said. “But you’re already suffering enough bodily, so I won’t put you through the mental torture of admitting that I'm right."

Ryan hummed in appreciation. Nancy didn't let up on her hand, so Ryan eventually turned her palm upwards so that their fingers could interlock. She almost found herself drifting off to sleep when she realised Nancy had shifted and slipped her hand away. Ryan felt her tug a wisp of Ryan's silvery-blonde hair back from her face, heard her wife holding her breath in a way that invited conversation.

“Yes?” Ryan had slurred before Nancy had even spoken.

“Will you try taking a second dose?”

It took Ryan longer than she was proud to admit to realise that Nancy was talking about the elixir she’d concocted earlier. If she thought about it hard enough, Ryan was sure that she could still feel the cool, slightly sticky medicine sitting alongside the offending mush in the pit of her stomach. Not making anything worse, but certainly not improving anything.

Ryan grunted. “I do not think it will –”

“Let me rephrase,” Nancy interrupted. “I have a second dose for you, and I strongly suggest you take it.”

With an even more aggressive grunt, Ryan hauled herself into a somewhat-upright position. It would be easier to take the useless potion than to incite further argument. She winced as the sudden movement made it feel as though her intestines were poised to crack inside of her.

“Give it to me,” she deadpanned, but Nancy was already un-stoppering the vial for her. Ryan slurped it back, fueled by nothing but the assuredness that this was not going to work, and was astonished to find herself licking her lips as soon as she’d swallowed. Even more bizarre, she found herself anticipating the smooth sensation of the medicine coursing down her throat, cooling and almost pleasant in its –

It stuck. It stuck, like a rock in the centre of her chest.

Ryan swallowed again, her posture turning rigid. She was only vaguely aware of Nancy’s hand coming up to rest on her waist.

A bubble of pressure slipped into the back of Ryan’s throat, and her stomach muscles jolted, resulting in a high-pitched exclamation and a thunderous, sloshing gurgle.

And then a belch.

A deep one, one that she felt reverberate under her lower left rib. The moment had a faint gloss of eureka to it, like she’d made a world-changing discovery, but at its core was a pit of dread, like she’d made a world-ending discovery.

She shuddered, torn halfway between turning towards the edge of the bed and turning to face her wife in disbelief.

“What… what’d you –?”

"Don't worry about it, cookie."

"But..."

In her desperate curiosity, Ryan almost choked on a mouthful of vomit. She would have ejected it all over the bedroom floor, had Nancy not laid gentle hands on the sides of her head and directed the spray downwards. There was a conveniently-placed bucket beside the bed, primed to catch and contain her vomit.

The bulk of it, at least.

As the retch had lost momentum, a small wave of thick slime had dripped from Ryan’s lower lip, hitting the floorboards between the bed and the bucket with a weighty thwop.

“Wonderful,” Ryan choked out, swiping her chin with the back of her hand. She barely had time to consider where she was going to wipe said hand when her guts gave another powerful lurch.

This time, a delicate hand slipped across the bed and tugged the rim of the bucket closer to Ryan’s side of the mattress. Nancy’s chest and stomach brushed softly against Ryan’s back.

“Great job,” Nancy murmured softly.

Ryan would have scoffed, if she’d been able to catch her breath. Great job? Great job suffering through the consequences of a bad decision? Great job smearing the hardwood with her gastric juices? She was not a child; even a child shouldn’t have been praised for anything she was doing.

Ryan cried out instinctively as she gagged again, the hollow ring of her voice echoing loudly inside the metal bucket over the gushing and splashing. She felt Nancy’s hands move to her shoulders, fingers lightly massaging the tumultuous muscles there.

"Oh," Ryan sighed as soon as she could get a word in between heaves. The mechanical harmony of clenching muscles and ejected fluids was almost as comforting as her wife's touch. After all, what could be more reassuring than the knowledge that one's body is working as it should?

"Better?" Nancy whispered, using her pinky to fish a pale curl away from the edge of Ryan's mouth.

Ryan hung her head over the side of the mattress, slack-jawed, unwilling to close her mouth and risk inhibiting further substance elimination. Nancy shifted her hands as though to hold her in place, and although she wasn't, Ryan found she was rather enjoying the illusion.

"Yes," she slurred, though she knew her ordeal was far from over. "Ineffably so."

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AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS

im sorry this is so long but its my live thoughts on the ep

honestly good for you morgan elsbeth, she did great

AHHHHHH KANAN MENTION he was a little shy OH MY GOFDOGKDKKD CALEB ❤️ like me fr

Is huyang like ezras grandmaster of lightsaber construction then

HE GETS THE SAME PART THINGO AS KANAN IM DYING AND ITS BLUE AGAIN

NOOO SABINE COMES BACK ITS OKAY

uh oh ezra finding out abt sabines family

sabine and ahsoka bonding over the choices theu make thats so cute

wow okay like 3rd anakin mention this series (PLS GIVE ME A 3RD KANAN MENTION ITS ONLY FAIR)

if those ties hurt the noti. IF THEY.

bumper cars but in the sky and considerably more dangerous how fun

AY NOTI AND HUYANG COLLAB

thats four anakin mentions are you kidding me

YESSS SABINE GETS HER HELMET WHY HAS SHE BEEN FIGHTING W/O IT PLS WEAR HEAD PROTECTION

zombies ZOMBIES

omg morgan and ahsoka rematch this is great

ah i see theyre gonna make sabine use yhe force bc she dropper her saber

I CALLED IT sighhhhh

THANK YOU ive been wonder like "why dont they just chop the zombies in half and then they cant rly do anything but theh werent and now FINALLY

YAY JUMPING

AHSOKA AHSOKA UR MISSING UR FLIGHT

SABINE. SABINE. tHANK U I WAS SO SHOCKED SHE WOULD LEAVE AHSOKA LIKE THAT BUT SHE DIDNT

rip morgan 💔

EZRAS ALONE THERE WHAT THE HELL

nooo ezra should have done a more ridiculous voice on the comm pls 😔

HUYANG THANK GOD

here we go abt anakin again alright

THRAWN U BASTARD SHUT UP ABT AHSOKA

guys. guys this isnt funny theyre genuinely stuck there. GUYS. WHY. EZRA IS ALONE AGAIN.

was that fuckin morai or am i going insane

SHIN SHIN SHIN WHERE HAVE U BEEN is she gonnabecome the bandit leader or wtv

baylan what on earth

THE FATHER AND SON??? IS THE DAUGHTER HALF DESTROYED WHAT?????????

CHOPPER DONT TELL ME THATS WHO I THINK IT IS

oH MY FUCKING GOD EZRA AND HERA REUNITE AHHHHHDHDHDJFJJ IM ACTUALLY CRYING NOW

"its time to move on" ??? I BEG YOUR OARDON WHAT

sabine what did u feel TELL ME

R U SERIOUS we BETTER see kanan as a force ghost watching over hera and jacen AND EZRA in SEASON 2 WHICH WE BETTER GET OR I WILL RIOT

it is nice that anakins watching over ahsoka tho HES A GRANDMASTER NOW LOL

a few other thoughts:

- im glad sabine gets to keep her lightsaber, it rly is hers now

- i gyess im ok w ezra building a new saber? esp one so close to kanans 💔 hopefully it helps him relfect on the person he is now yknow

- lowkey sad morgan just got killed like that... THWRES SM POTENTIAL 4 HER CHARACTER NOW THAG SHE GOT MORE POWER AND STUFF LIKE

- HOW DID CHOPPER KNOW???

- why is there all the father son daughter stuff on peridea (and how did ezra not sense it in the force and explore it or smth like)

- ezra didnt seem surprised that thrawn had backup and the eye of sion and stuff so im assuming they explained what happened and he was just like "ok"

(maybe tbeh didnt mention sabines role in letting them get there oops)

- UUURHFHS NOW WE GAVE TO WAIT

-why didnt they give me a hera and ezra hug scene. THEY SHOULD HAVE RAN AT EACH OTHER CRYING (pls i hope they make the reunions just a little more like they wiuld have been during rebels yknow, when we get a zeb and ezra reunion there better be ATLEAST a hair ruffle from zeb or i will BE ANGRY)

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I'm no expert on the TOP lore, so I apologize in advance, but here's my best attempt at explaining it for you, without giving away any major twists:

Clancy/Tyler (our hero) is a citizen of a circular concrete city called Dema, on the continent of Trench. Dema is run with an iron fist by Nine Bishops, the leader of whom is Nico, aka Blurryface. Blurryface is a character Tyler created as an avatar of his own mental health struggles, and is the main villain of our story.

(***CW: BRIEF SUICIDE MENTIONS AHEAD***)

Nico and the Bishops are the heads of a religion called Vialism, basically a death cult that glorifies those who sacrifice their own lives in its name. These deceased citizens are referred to as "The Glorious Gone", and are buried under neon gravestones, a reference to one of TOP's songs about people glorifying celebrities who take their own lives. The Bishops have the power to control, or "seize" their dead citizen's bodies for a short time, in order to use them as their own puppet army. They also "seize" (presumably) dead vultures, in order to use them as personal spy drones

(***CW Over***)

Outside Dema, in the wilderness of Trench, live a group of rebels, called the Banditos. The Banditos, (presumably) headed by Josh's character, the Torchbearer, are working to try and find a way to take out the Bishops for good, and free the people of their influence. The Bishops are repelled by the color yellow, which signifies happiness and hope, and so they all wear some of yellow to signify themselves.

Clancy/Tyler escapes Dema, and joins the Banditos, whom become his de facto family. Soon after he joins them though, Nico and the bishops find him, and kidnap him from the Banditos' camp. They take him back to Dema, where they force him and Josh/Torchbearer to perform and make propaganda music for them against their will.

While they're performing at an exclusive party for the elite of Dema, taking place on a submarine, the sub is destroyed by a giant dragon, named Trash. Trash was actually being controlled to do this by one of the Bishops, named Keons, who has turned on the others in order to help Clancy escape. For this betrayal, he is killed.

Clancy and the Torchbearer do make it out, and they wash up on an island called Voldstoy. On Voldstoy, the Torchbearer leads Clancy to a cave, where they meet a bunch of Baby Yoda looking creatures called Ned. The Neds teach him how to Seize, making him one of the first (if not the only) person outside of the Bishops to be able to do so. He controls Keons' body, to send a message to the Bishops, before meeting back up with the Banditos.

Soon after getting back to the Bandito's camp, Clancy and the Banditos march together on Dema, for the final battle against the Bishops. The Torchbearer and The Banditos fight the army of dead citizens that the Bishops have risen from their graves with their powers, while Clancy goes right to the tallest tower in the city, to face the Bishops themselves. After subduing the Bishops and the undead army with his own powers, Clancy is confronted by Nico himself, who grabs him by the throat and says:

"So few. So proud. So...emotional. Hello Clancy."

To be continued....

And that, as they say, is what you missed on Glee! 😄

Omg thank you so much. also feel free to tell me all the major shit too, I do not see myself going on a deep dive of this plot necessarily which means probably won't figure that stuff out on my own but this story interests me sm

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Part way through ep 2 of prime but I have to liveblog I'm goinvg CRAZY

When it cut back to Nine I was like ?? Is Shadow still fighting down there??? I forgot they put him in the pit HDJDGF

NEW YOKE KNUCKLES I LOVE HIM

"You know what? You keep talking, Doc, and my Fist will be Affront to ya Face." [Very gently taps his own cheek]

PIRATE AMY HIDING BEHIND CYBORG AMY.... SISTORS...

Mangey??? MANGEY???? YO. YO GET YOUR DOG???? WHERE IS HE G

OH!!!! HEEHEHEEE PUPPYYYYYY SMART PUPPY.... HES SO PROUD OF HIMSELF

I will not lie the floating hologram is so fucking funny to me GDKDGDF NINE BABY I'M SO SORRY I CANNOT TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY UP THERE

MANGEY..... I LOVE HIMFBHDSF HES SO PUPPY oh hi reused animation lmfao Unless it's bc I saw it in the trailers 10 times... maybe...

Ouhghh

HES SO FUCKING BIG IT’S SO FUNNYYYY

I AM SOOOO OBSESSED WITH NEW YOKE KNUCKLE'S VOICE

AAAOUHGHH MANGEY..... HELPING HIM HELPING HIM

Of course it's a Tails and a Knuckles that rusb to Sonic's side of course of course Team Sonic for literally ever

THE PIRATES???? WHY ARE THEY STILL OUT THERE?????????

Okay ep 3

What the....

THIS IS SO CUTE THOUGH WAAAA

GDJDGEJSF me when my memories are 16bit

Wait where Did Dread go...?

It's been a minute since I watched s2 GDJDF

YALL STOP PRAYING FOR MY GRANDPA HE'S GETTING TOO POWERFUL

Renegade Knux I fucking love you forever and ever

OH WAIT DREAD IS THERE. MISS THING IS JUST SAT IN THE CORNER LMFAO

God I love animation.

I will not lie the teen doctor eggman is so fun to me I like him GDJDF

RENEGADE CALLING SONIC 'BLUE'......

LETS GOOOOOOO GIRLS NIIIGHHHT

HE CANT SWIM. GET YOUR FEET DOWN. GET YESSS ATTABOY GOOD BOY GOOD BOY

Sails... u r so cuteful....

AAOUUHH THE WAVE.... AND THE LITTLE SMILE RUSTY ROSE YOU ARE EVERYTHING

AAWUWHHH FROGGYYYYYY

These fucking birds scream and shake their heads like a fnaf jumpscare

OUHHHH SONIC ON YHE BACK OF BIRDIE WITH THAT AMY WHOS NAME I FORGOR THATS SO CUTE

GO GRANDPAAAA

PIGEONS.....

I just noticed the stupid little gears in Nine's shoes.... girl what.... HDJDGD

Nine...... :((((

EHHEEHEHEEEE THE SHAKE

RENEGADE SHOULD GET TO BEAT UP EVERY LAST EGGMAN AFTER THIS

New Yoke Knuckles and Rouge besties literally forever and ever

Everyone in that room like who the fuck is Shadow GDJFD

MY CUP OF CHILI....

THE BABY TALKING GIBBERISH LITERALLY MAKES THAT SEQUENCE "Step 1, Step 2, Step 3, ??????, Profit."

SONIC.........

NOOOO THEY ALL LOVE HIM SM......

Shadow still in that hole lmfao

I still love Nine's outift

GODDD THIS HURTS......

AAOUUHGGHGHH

"Lov a good chili Dawwwggg"

GIRRRLLLLL. TEAR HIM TO SHREEEDDDSS DAMN.

Suicide pact

My silly little space

NINE.....

SSONIICCCCC RRAAAAGGGHH

W

WHAT.

THEY EVEN GOT DREAD UP FOR IT WHAT THE HELL

NOOOO NONONO

NINE NOOOOO

OH GOD.

Ep4....

Oh god.

AW WAIT. WAAAIIITTT

NINE........

Okay Elsa we get it.

HIS PHOTOCOPIER

OUHHH HE'S LEARNING....

AAAAAAAAWWGHHH SIIICCKKKK SICK SICK SICK

MANGEY YOU'RE EVERYTHING

THE GROUND POUND....

Peepaw at it again

OHHHH THE TAILSES.... THEY HAVE A PLAN LITTLE SHITS....

HELLO???? NINE WHAT THE HELL????

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAA THEY BUILT A FUCJINF BOMB?????

Wait. WAIT??? WHAT HAPPENED? DID THEY DIE???????? WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING DEAD??????? IM . IM GOBSMACKED. They wont be. They aren't.

REBEL'S EARS.... ANIMATION I LOVE Y

THIS SHOW IS STILL SO FUNNY

Hes WAAIITTIIINNNGG (<-stupid)

No really who is this.

Shadow is still. In a hole. DVJDFSG

FUCK EM UP BIG

If Nine has his eyes on Sonic why is Sonic hanging out with the groups who are trying to sneak up on Nine... VDJDFSJF

CATFISH?????

Sittadul

NINE... AAUHGH

AAAUUHGGGGHG BIGBOT BIG BOT BIGBOT

FROGGY MISSILES

"FROGGY?" AND CUT TO BLACK THAT GOT ME SO BAD. I LITERALLY GUFFAWED THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST SHOT IN THE WHOLE SHOW

EP5

THERES SO MANYYYFYGDHX

THE BIGBOTS BIG OLD TAIL.....

AUGH THE ANIMATIONS GOING CRAZY

You Are Just A Little Boy In A Chair....

GOOD GOD. This is so much.

THE HOLE

Grandpa you've made that joke 5 times now

HERE HE COMES. I KNOW IT.

YEEAAAAAGHHHHHH

We Are Not. Related.

GIRL YOU HAVE JET BOOTS

OKAY. ALRIGHT. OKAY. WORD CHOICE. BUT OKAY. HDJRHDJDGDJG

HE LITERALLY JUST JET BOOTED OUT OF THEM

PHHH THE MUSIC

VOLLEYBALLL

Left him hanging...HE HIGH FIVED HIMSELF

SONIC IS SOOOO CUTE..... HIS LITTLE FAAACEE.... I LOVE YOU SONIC HEDGEHOG

THE AMYS..... FOREVVEERRR

SISTERRRRSSSS

Amy Underground. Start a band NOW

AHAHAHAAAAAA FUCK YEESSSSS

GDJDGSJSF Shadow is like Do Not Fucking Touch Me

OUGH THAT POSE ON NINE...HES SO CREEEPYYYY I LOVE IT IM OBSESSED

OUGH. HOIUHGHH

THE ANIMATIOOONNN

HES SO TIRED....

Dr deeps legs: shattered lmfao

POV BEATING SHADOW UP

NO SONIC NOOO

FUCK!!!!!!!!

EP6

God. Just everyone...

Girl you're gonna hurt yourself......

HES GONNA DIEGDJDHHD

OH MY GOD. ITS FREE ROADS

A SHIELD TOO

AHHAHAHAHAHAA Splat :D HES SO CUTE

He needs an ibuprofen

Nine... he's hurting himself.......

WERE TEHY PLAYING DEAD. LMFAOOO

Oh god he's shaking

YOU ARENT GOING ANYWHERE.

Oh god. Hi Bigbot..

OH MY GOD. NINES ANIMATIONS I LOVE HOW IN SANE HE LOOKS

LETS!!!! FUCKING!!!! GOOOOOOOO!!!! RENEGADE I LOVE YOOUUUU

LETS GO KNUCKLES SONIC TEAM UP LETS GO

THIS HAS GOT TO BE SAILS AND MANGEY IT HAS TO BE THAT CATBOTS GOT THAT DOG IN HIM

FUCK YEEAEAAAAAGGGHHHHH

MANGEYS LITTLE TONGUE.... GOODBOYS

Dread...... Dread no....

KILL THIS CLOWN. WHO EVEN ARE YOU RACCOON FREAK

CAPTAIN ROSE AAAAAA

That birdie just out in the battlefield. Chilling

LETS GO SHADOOOWWW

Uh oh lol

OH MY GODDDVJDGHDHD HE JUST FUCKGINB BLEW IT UP

TYYAAEEEAAAHAHHH I AM THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM!!!!

THE CHORAL MUSIC????? SEPHIROTH...

Ohhh Nine is trying to destroy the stabilisers...

HERE WE GO.... LAST ONE...

Ep7

HE SET IT UP SO SONIC COULD LIVE WITH HIM IM GONNA BE SICK

GOD. THEY JUST WONT LET SONIC TALK WITH THIS KID HUH

AOUGH....

BABBEL..... Why does that baby have a full set of veneers

GOOD LORD.

Edgelord....

THIS IS LIKE CANDY TO ME VDDJGDDJF

OHHHHG NINE.... NOT EVEN A WORD.. JUST A HUG

THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT SHADOW HELP MEEWE

Shadow incredibly cunt

YAAAAYYYY YOU BLUE BUFFOON

HE HAS A PERMIT HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS

God. Trows up.

Very very good show. That ending was. slightly disappointing, there was no like... cooldown it felt slightly abrupt BUT. Good Show I loved it so much<333

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how would your aus be like now that we know more stuff about the show?

oh god there would be sooooooo incredibly many changes. some I'm gonna leave alone unless directly asked but for some main ones atm--

Four Years: oh dear god so many changes. both just from learning more and also from the fact of being an au I came up with when I was 14 and I would never recommend anyone ever be the age of 14, my sincerest apologies to one luz noceda. I could make a whole other post about this but just to keep it simple lets sayyyyyy...first of all, Amity doesn't go into the Emperor's Coven. I personally still like the idea, but it doesnt really fit. theres helping her mom show off to customers, and then theres being forced into a Coven that wants to murder her crush and her crush's adoptive mom. Amity gives me the impressive of someone who would just start biting. Escaping Expulsion was Amity's "standing up to her mom" episode and I love that sm for her, I'm thinking maybe it could be redone in this au to also involve refusing to even consider the Coven? Dunno, but I know Amity doesn't join it, and neither do the twins.

Keene doesn't exist anymore, obviously. we're back on the Hunter show babey and his redemption arc (like most arcs here) take a much longer time to get on with. most remains the same, but he has a lot more interaction with Luz & the gang prior to Eclipse Lake. that episode becomes more of a "we were making so much progress but then the Panic Button hit in and everything collapsed in on itself" and then some tension between the gang of Hunter feeling shitty and not talking, the guys trying to figure out whats with him, and then Hollow Mind comes in an fucks up everything, as per usual

No more angsty fics about Camila missing her daughter because Vee's here now! yaaaaay. but this does mean Camila went a longer time without ever realizing her daughter was someone else, although I imagine at some point she WOULD feel that something was just Off. obviously shes a regular human shes not gonna think a shapeshifter took the place of her daughter, but shes gonna know something is Off and Strange but she cant put her finger on it and Luz seems happy...most of Yesterday's Lie remains the same but since it's at least been two years, maybe three, since Luz has seen her mom, she looks MUCH different than how Vee changed her appearance, so it throws Camila off quite a bit

smaller things will also stay, such as Luz becoming the Owlet and everyone being their own kinda brand of rebel. I'd have to figure out how to slide in Raine, Darius, Eberwolf, etc, somewhere in here. I'll figure it out

Beta: this one stays the most unchanged I think? granted I was updating it slightly more with updates in the show than Four Years. Hunter is still local nephew of principal and Belos's plan still involves killing all witches but its just in the "saving humanity from these evils" instead of "saving humanity from these evils and then going home". still unsure how the grimwalkers would tie into this, if my guy was just continuously making kids or if hes not actually a puritan and just a nasty old guy, and all the other golden guards are Hunter's older brothers? and he was possibly kidnapped when he was a baby or something? that part im the least sure on

Emperor: well, first of all, the duo of Amity & Luz becomes the trio of Amity, Luz & Hunter. none of them get along. Amity is constantly exasperated by Luz and her dumbassery & Luz thinks shes uptight and a tryhard at times. Luz and Hunter are dumbass on dumbass hatecrimes because Luz also thinks hes uptight but also a massive brat who thinks hes better than everyone & Hunter thinks shes annoying as hell and beneath him on every level. Hunter and Amity just take one look at each other, smell the Gifted Child With Parental Issues Trying To Be Perfect In Every Single Way on each other, and immediately drop into offensive hissing cat positions.

Luz and Hunter are the ones who get along first, mostly cause Luz getting brought over to the Emperor's Coven kind of guaranteed she'd run into Hunter first and they'd end up sticking to each other and realize they're massive nerds. Luz and Amity get along next through the power of Luz being stubborn and wlw. Hunter and Amity are last and technically it only really happens because they may be petty and spiteful but they can and will set that aside for one goal: being even pettier and even more spiteful to anyone being mildly annoying to Luz

This AU in particular hasn't had a lot of updates to it so theres a lot of room to work with her. Luz technically becomes friends with Willow and Gus because shes undercover trying to get new recruits (shes terrible at it). this also means that Hunter is more easily converted to the side of Oh Belos Fucking Sucks because he already has adopted sister Luz telling him to Run and her mildly okay girlfriend yoinking him along. course this also means it fucks up Luz even more to see that Hunter is a grimwalker and, per paraphrased word of Belos, she was the favorite. if it came down to it, Belos would've happily let Hunter die, hell, would've even done it on purpose. by virtue of being human, and Hunter being a clone, she was, in fact, given special treatment, and if anything went slightly wrong then Hunter would've died. these kids are fucked up

[gumjester]

idc if ever after high missed you or not bc i did AND THE TRUE HEARTS DAY ARC AAA i am Eating It Up!! your cupid has me revitalised i love her sm as well as the rest of the pink trio and tragic huntlynn!! i care abt them now far more than i did in the show and augh they are so shakespearian tragic pairing to me. also amazing how you manage to make me care about dexter this is a true miracle. hoping wishing praying for you that the words flow freely and you have the time and motivation and energy to write at the same time bc i Know your thronecoming is going to be a Hit and also a hit in the repressed emotions. also bc the canon briar slayage is already peak so hopefully we'll be seeing more of her including that one time she didnt just roast but Flambè, even, apple

I AM NEVER BEATIGN THE NEGLECTING MY INBOX ALLEGATIONS!!!!!!!! BUT ANYWAY !!!!!!!!!

YOUR ENJOYMENT OF TRUE HEARTS DAY MEANS THE WORLD TO ME, AS ANYONE'S ENJOYMENT DOES!!!! yours and others' reception of cupid is so very encouraging, i really wasn't certain what to do with her since i didn't like the direction she took in eah and had never seen any of her mh content to go off, so i just did what was most fun and what i felt was most right for the story, and apparently that was the correct choice !! :] it was interesting to me that i actually seem to have characterised cupid much closer to her mh counterpart, despite knowing nothing about what she was like in that franchise. what a mysteriously lovely coincidence....

making huntlynn even the smidgiest bit more compelling was almost the singular goal of this arc, i certainly had a lot of fun expanding on both of their characters and if it makes it a more compelling story then oh what a bonus!!!!!! both their characters always deserved more 2 me, what with being the first official followers of the rebel movement. something that i always thought was left in the dust by the series .. >:[ .

dexter, too - the boy who deserves oh so much more!! i am trying to integrate him more into the story at large. i am interested as to what people will think of what i do with him.... it is a good sign that you are taking a shine to him at least!! a high honour!!!! i must be doing something right.

i too hope the words come back to me soon. it's been a terribly barren instance these past few months with university and burnout and plain old 9 to 5s... thronecoming is proving a little harder than i thought. it is, in truth, the arc i've thought the least about, my love for wonderlandian shenanigans unfortunately demanding more real estate in my brain than what i've taken to observing as the transitional period before spring unsprung. i want to give it all the love and care it deserves, as so very much happens !!! and briar's arc is so very crucial. i just want to do it right. or at least, enjoyably. it will happen soon, i'm sure of it. the love is there! i just need to find the words....

love you and miss you, sanguine!

[malikfms]

SMS FROM ANONYMOUS:

congratulations on the album, zayn. you've really transformed yourself.. but are the dark days really behind you? or have you just gotten comfortable hiding who you really are from everyone in your life? you're just one slip up away from losing everything. again. do you really think you'll be trusted alone around your daughter once the truth comes out?

He pushed himself to a limit he told himself he'd never do again with Gigi, he did the very thing he told himself he would never again allow himself to do - he opened himself up, and left himself wide open and completely vulnerable to any of the hurt she could throw at him. Vegas was supposed to be fun, getting drunk, gambling away money, doing whatever else you were supposed to do. Going down memory lane with your ex typically wasn't the number one tourist attraction on Vegas, in fact it was on the list of things to not do in Vegas. Always the rebel, he was. Doing things he wasn't supposed to do. Now, he was back home. In the comfort of his place, surrounded by his things - yet, it was hollow. It was missing the sounds of Khai laughing at just about everything, the sounds of her little feet hurrying down the hallway, the lively conversation, the laughter on wine drunken nights - his home was a shell of memories and Zayn hated it. He wanted to forget it, so much so that scoring his choice of drug was too easy for him, and the little baggie sat on his nightstand, practically calling out to him. Right next to the phone that lit up with a message. Reaching over to his nightstand, his fingers grasp onto his phone as the brightness of it illuminates his face. The wallpaper is of him and Khai, a constant reminder of who to stay strong for, who to fight this addiction for. He's heard the many speculations about his life, what he's "done", what kind of person he was because of it. Just a bunch of people trying to mold him into what they see him as and Zayn thought it was the biggest bullshit he's ever read. He was never really that good at not reading what people had to say about him, he was even worse at not letting it get to him. But Khai, she was pure. Full of joy, love and life and that is who he was trying to fight for. Moving off the wallpaper, Zayn reads the text and he's immediately pissed off. They can say what they want about him, he didn't fucking care. But bringing Khai into it would forever be crossing the line. 'Well shit, here I was hoping you fell into a hole somewhere for the foreseeable future. keep my daughter out of whatever fucking games you're playing or the next thing that'll be leaving that mouth of yours are your fucking teeth.' He hits send and tosses his phone onto the bed beside him, pushing himself off his bed, he grabs the baggie and walks to his bathroom, tossing the contents into the toilet and flushing his money down. He wasn't going to prove some anonymous hacker right.

[boabelboo]

bel please tell us about your capitol oc (i need the inspiration)

AAA AN OC ASK??? THANK U SM LILY ML <33

okok before anyone reads, TW for suicide attempt and just death in general, this is thg.

so this oc is sadly not a tbosas mentor bc he wasn't born at that time but i can say he is distantly related to dennis fling.

to start off, his name is vestis sylver and at the time of the 47th games (when he first becomes an escort) he is 22 years old.

he grew up in a typical privileged capitol household, his family had that ingrained prejudice to the districts, they werent as outspoken as other families though. he grew up not watching the games out of disinterest and kind of turned a blind eye to whatever happened in the districts because it didnt affect him.

this changes completely when his best friend (who he totally didn't have a crush on) from the capitol who was banished to district nine because of speaking out against the capitol, settled down and had kids and then one of the kids got reaped and died in the games.

that inspires him to become an escort for d9 specifically but oh boy did he make a mistake. first off, the mentor that he works with died the year before due to unforseen circumstances (she was killed by the capitol for silent rebellion, rip anona ryan, you'll be missed). he (at first) manages to help get back-to-back winners with ceres miller and angus flaxon (i changed the dates they won to fit this hc.... if u saw the og post with different dates..... ignore that 😭) but even with this newfound motive and a goal to help d9 win the games (not abolish the games overall) it completely backfires. his glamorised capitol background and privilege makes him blind to how difficult it actually is in the districts, even if he thinks he wants to help.

most of the tributes are unresponsive to him and he starts to realise "helping" the districts is much harder than he thinks. over and over again he tries to get through to the tributes (and the mentors... mainly ceres bc she is just done w him atp) but it never works, and they die over and over and over again. his work for the games strains him and all of his relationships get more and more difficult. he sees himself changing from someone who only cared about the districts because of a capitol friend into someone who really wants change, who sees himself in these kids and starts to realise that all district kids are the same as capitol kids, they just don't have the right opportunities.

he gets older and older and sees more and more that he needs to fight for these people. he realises that the games don't need to be "won", they need to be abolished. at one point (around the 65th games) the male tribute for district nine commits suicide before the games which causes a huge scandal, and it makes vestis realise that being an escort isn't going to help the kids, and starts to be subtly rebellious by spending more and more time in d9 when he should be in the capitol.

during the 68th games, where my oc thea wins, plutarch heavensbee is thea's sponsor and vestis and him get to talking. he ends up being in with the rebel plan, but makes the difficult decision not to tell the mentors of d9, who are already extremely depressed and he doesn't want to burden them with the information. (he later comes to realise this was the WRONG decision.... i wonder why.)

anyway that's as far as ive gotten into his story, im probably gonna continue his influence to the third quarter quell. hope u enjoyed this incoherent rant and hope it gives u some inspo 😭.