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choclodox · 1 year

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Lyle’s IQ score Head Canon

HEAR ME OUT: as much as Lyle def gives me himbo™️ energy, I also feel like he’s supposed to be…PRETTY SMART? he’s just also goofy. Like, I feel like he’s one of those friends that’s the smartest but also the dumbest person you’ve ever had at the same time.

Here is my evidence (dons glasses and grabs a laser pointer)

1. First and foremost, I’m pretty sure Quaritch wouldn’t let a dumbo be able to advance to the rank of Corporal, so Lyle needs to have SOME level of competency (but there’s still some room for his goofball nature lol).

Side note, studies show that people who are comical tend to have higher IQs since it ranks critical thinking to understand humor and make jokes. So Lyle is at least smart in that department.

2. In the first movie, we can see that Trudy trusts him enough to work on her Samson. We all know how much Trudy LOVED her Baby, so she must have had some serious trust in Lyle (someone who wasn’t an RDA mechanic) to let him even TOUCH her Rogue One’s equipment.

3. Also in the first movie, Lyle actually knows his stuff about combat theory and the AMP suits. When Quaritch has Lyle survey the aftermath of the Omatikaya’s retaliation for the destruction of the Tree of Voices, Lyle is able to describe in detail what the damages are. He’s able to tell that the arrows were fired from Ikrans based off the angles of the arrows in the damaged equipment and dead bodies, he can say for a fact that the AMP suits are not just damaged but what exactly is damaged (the Driver in this case).

4. Now in the 2nd movie, we actually get to see more of his smarts come into action. Lyle actually gets promoted from Corporal to Lieutenant and becomes second in command to Quaritch. The RDA wouldn’t let that happen if he was purely a trigger happy soldier; you needs some gray matter for that position.

5. Next, Quaritch looks to LYLE to pull the security feed off of OG Quaritch’s AMP suit. And Quaritch is a smart guy too, but it feels like Big Curly Q knows he’s out of his depth on this one and just hands it off to Lyle because he knows that he actually knows his stuff.

But ya, thanks for coming to my TedTalk :)

Also, a few other hcs I embrace

Lyle is that ONE gringo friend that knows FLUENT Spanish (and possibly knows other languages as well). And when I say Gringo, I don’t mean he’s white but is still Hispanic, no. There is a reason why JamCam named this man after Wainfleet, Ohio (the Ohio of Ohio). But nobody questions his ability to speak Spanish. You leave him alone in any Authentic Hispanic setting and come back in 20 minutes, they’re running to the liquor store because they already ran out of Tequila/pisco/etc. TEAM LATINO LOVES HIM

*side note, Jake probably knows some Spanish too since he did his tours in Venezuela. Who knows, maybe he taught some to Spider because he knows he’s team Latino. A

*and Quaritch probably knows some of Nigeria’s native languages (Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo, etc) since he did 3 whole tours there before coming to Pandora

Lyle likes 90s music (Britney Spears, Mariah Carey) but mainly SHAKIRA. I could see him just dancing alone to Hips Don’t Lie and someone walks in trying to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice and they have to clear their throat and he just screams when he finally notices them

He can dance Samba, Cumbia, Tango, Flamenco. ANYTHING in that family HE CAN DO IT FLAWLESSLY ASU PAPI

Might come from a family of mechanics and worked in a mom and pop mechanic shop (I embrace that one HC where he has a love for cars and just engineering in general). Maybe he wanted to be a more refined engineer but just couldn’t pass the tests since he was more of an intuitive thinker and tests favor more of the technical thinkers.

Likes DragonBall Z but will never admit it

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatarfanart #avatar2 #miles quaritch #jake sully #trudy chacon #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet headcanons

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altoace · 10 months

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I love X-Men Evo, and I have hundreds of incorrect quotes saved. I love all of these dumb teens (as well as Logan and Ororo) very much.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Scott: No, I’ll tell you what the problem is! The problem is—

Lance: {holds his breath and covers his ears}

Scott: Great, that’s just what your brain needs. Less oxygen.

— — — — —

Pietro: Isn’t it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they’re annoying?

Pietro: Imagine if people did that to other people? I would’ve been dead years ago!

— — — — —

Rogue: Behold, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

— — — — —

Kurt, during training: Hey, who wants to see an impression of my mother?

Scott: Kurt, no.

*Kurt teleports out of the room*

Scott: KURT, NO!

— — — — —

Scott: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Kurt: Plane tickets?

Evan: Concert tickets?

Kitty: Prostitution?

Scott, eyes closed, holding his shades: Glasses.

— — — — —

Lance: {walks in}

Todd and Fred: {making horse noises at each other}

Lance: {walks out}

— — — — —

Tabitha: Every now and then, I like to do as I’m told just to confuse people.

— — — — —

Kitty: {running away from mutants working for Magneto while on the phone}

Scott: Where are you?!

Kitty: I don’t know! You tell me!

Scott: Any sort of notable sign or something?!

Kitty: Umm…staircase!

Scott:

Scott: Anything else? Like a room name?! Any item that’s unique?!

Kitty: Fire extinguisher!

Rogue, muttering under her breath: She’s gonna die…

— — — — —

Kurt: When life gives you lemons—

Rogue: Squeeze them in people’s eyes.

— — — — —

Evan: Someday, in the distant future, people will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond with “baby don’t hurt me”.

Kitty: So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me”…no more?

— — — — —

Wanda: Can you pass the pepper?

Todd: What’s the ~magic word~?

*Wanda begins chanting*

Pietro, panicking: JUST TAKE IT OH MY GOD

— — — — —

Xavier: I admit, I was wrong to give up on you all so quickly.

The Brotherhood: Good.

Xavier: However—

The Brotherhood: No, no however. Just be wrong. Just live in your wrongness and be wrong and get used to it.

— — — — —

Lance: Where’s the yogurt? I thought you went to the store?

Pietro: {incoherent mumbling}

Lance: Huh?

Pietro: IT WAS ON THE TOP SHELF

Lance:

Pietro: I COULDN’T REACH IT

— — — — —

*at the zoo*

Lance: So, what are they in for?

Kitty: This isn’t prison.

Lance: So they can leave?

Kitty: Well, no but—

Lance, pointing at a penguin: I bet that one killed somebody.

— — — — —

Xavier: Do you know why I chose you as my first student?

Scott: I assumed you lost a bet.

— — — — —

Scott: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Evan: “Best smile”.

Kurt: “Nicest personality”.

Kitty: “Most likely to start a bar fight”.

Rogue: “Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one”.

— — — — —

Jean: Evan, if we get out of this alive, I will kill you.

Evan: So what’s my incentive to live?

— — — — —

Kurt: Are you a morning person or an evening person?

Scott: If I’m lucky, I get a good few minutes in during the middle of the day.

— — — — —

Scott: Sorry I’m late. I broke down on my way here.

Rogue: Is your car okay?

Scott: Car?

Rogue:

The X-Men:

— — — — —

Lance: Mystique is gonna try and have you killed.

Scott: I can’t say that surprises me.

— — — — —

Kurt, about Tabitha: I don’t know what she’s planning, but I can tell you two things. We won’t like it, and it won’t be legal.

— — — — —

Pietro: Of all the things I am low enough to do, how could you even doubt if that was one of them?

— — — — —

Todd: Why are only roosters allowed to start the day screaming?

Lance: Because we live in the same house and I will murder you.

— — — — —

Scott: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club.

Wanda: What club?

Rogue: The hating Magneto club.

Wanda:

Wanda: The fuck? I should be the leader of that club.

— — — — —

Kitty: Guys! Logan just fell down the stairs!

Ororo: And what did he say?

Kitty: Should I skip the swearing?

Ororo: Yes.

Kitty: Then he fell in silence.

#x men #x men evolution #scott summers #jean grey #kitty pryde #rogue #evan daniels #kurt wagner #ororo munroe #tabitha smith #xmen evolution #lance alvers #todd tolansky #fred dukes #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #incorrect xmen quotes #I love these dumb children dearly

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literary-illuminati · 10 months

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Book Review 26 – Pale Lights by ErraticErrata

Okay technically this is a web serial, not a book – you can find it here – but a) it’s divided into ‘books’ and the first one recently finished, b) I’ve read like 350,000 words of it at this point and c) I want to talk about it a bit.

So, Pale Lights is a fantasy adventure story, set in a world where some prehistoric cataclysm left humanity living in a truly vast (multi-continental) cavern beneath the earth, full of old gods and devils and a darkness that will sink into you if you go too long without exposing yourself to the Glare of light spilling down from various openings in the firmament (and potentially stored in a variety of magic devices). It stars Tristain, a conman and gutter rat who accidentally killed the wrong man, and Angharad, a minor noblewoman fleeing assassins after the slaughter of her family, as they flee their enemies into the theoretical safety of the Watch, a sovereign military order that might get you killed hunting down rogue devils but is more than powerful enough to offer amnesty to all its recruits and force everyone else to go along with it. Specifically they both try to join through the fastest and most guaranteed method there is – survive and pass the trials on the Dominion of Lost Things, and your spot among their ranks is totally assured.

As you might expect, this doesn’t exactly go according to plan for either of them.

The plot’s sufficiently full of twists and detours that I’m not going to bother trying to give any sort of detailed synopsis, but one incredibly endearing thing about the whole serial is that it’s structured around these three deadly trials intended to test one’s mettle and worthiness, and absolutely none of them go according to plan. Which, speaking as someone who is generally left pretty annoyed by stories where the entire plot is ‘and then the protagonist surpassed the entirely artifical problems an outside authority put in front of them, meeting expectations perfectly!’, I really did greatly enjoy.

The plot was also just satisfyingly and surprisingly brutal – EE’s previous gargantuan serial was explicitly (though increasingly theoretically as it went on) YA, and made plot armour an explicit part of the setting’s metaphysics. Pale Light is...very much that. There were several points where it felt like at least one named, fleshed out character with their own arc was dying horribly every chapter. Bracing! Relatedly, and necessary for that, the cast is big, into the dozens of fleshed out characters the plot leaves behind and goes back to whenever they’re relevant or on screen again. Which is the sort of indulgence you can get away with in a web serial. (I’ve actually seen a lot of people complain that the cast was too large or hard to keep to track of. Those people are weak.)

Speaking of characters – the supporting cast is great, and a decent number of them are well-drawn and earnestly compelling, but a story like this really lives or dies on the strength of its protagonists. And I’d say Pale Lights passes that test with flying colours – Tristain and Angharad are both more than strong enough to carry a story on their own, but jumping between them lets the story have a lot of fun with their biases and what they assume or overlook, and their (very different and often wildly misinformed) perspectives on each other, their goals, and the supporting cast are just a joy. EE’s always had a real talent for internal monologue and character voice (even in my least-favorite bits of A Practical Guide to Evil, Cat’s perspective was a consistent delight), and being able to consistently jump between and develop two here really makes them shine.

The fact that they’re both a) actually adults, b) morally dubious and c) incredibly devoted to a particular sense of morality and ethics that’s minimum 30 degrees off anything conventionally ‘good’ helps a lot, too. Tristain my beloved shameless vendetta-obsessed will-knife-anyone-but-his-closest-friends-without-a-second-thought gutter rat.

It’s actually really quite interesting how, despite one being a chivalry-obsessed bravo whose word is her bond and so finesses her oaths and promises like a mobbed up lawyer and the other being a street criminal second story man with a sideline in poisons, they’re both really incredibly defined by a fixation on loyalty and vengeance.

The setting is interesting, though the narrative does sometimes feel a bit like it’s straining under the weight of all the weirdness piled onto it, with the whole ‘everyone’s underground and 90% of light is artificial’ thing. The various gods are all interestingly eldritch, especially Tristain and Angharad’s patrons (Fortuna probably my third favourite character in the whole thing overall), the devils and lemures and monsters are all fucked up and horrifying in a really fun way, and the magic is appropriately occult-seeming.

I’m not sure if it’s good or bad, exactly, but I do find the utter shamelessness with which EE copies real world cultures to create fantasy counterparts kind of endearing? I really can’t overstate how incredibly obvious it is that, like, ‘this empire is based on the Aztecs. They border this feudal mess based on India, and this league of Republics based on China. The main city the story launched from is Venice. The big creepy cursed academy is called the Scholomance. The treaty with the devils binding them not to eat people is called the Iscariot Accord. Die mad about it.” Gives the whole thing a real tabletop RPG setting vibe, honestly.

Anyway, can’t really say to what degree my attachment to this was built from the Stockholm Syndrome of following it week-to-week, but probably one of my favourite stories read this year, and eagerly looking forward to book 2.

#book review #pale lights #erraticerrata #sff #web serial

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kirain · 2 months

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What's your least favorite thing about bg3? Mine's the inventory system. 😒

Okay, side rant before I answer! 😆

I actually really like the inventory system, but I've heard a lot of people say they hate it because it's too open with very little direction, and I know that can be a nightmare for a lot of people. In fact, a good friend of mine nearly lost his mind over it, so I showed him how I organise things and he said it helped. Maybe my method can help other players, too.

When I start up a game, I take a companion's alchemy pouch and camp supply pack (usually Shadowheart's, because I use her the least) and add it to my Travellers Chest. If you don't want your companion to be without those items, don't worry. They'll either pick up new ones on their own or you'll find some extra ones you can give them later. Plus, they don't really need them. I never let my companions pick up food or ingredients, or really much of anything without sending it straight to me. Otherwise I know I'll forget they have it. I also add two additional backpacks to my Tav's inventory.

Then, every three or four times I visit camp, I empty my alchemy pouch and camp supply pack into the ones I stored in the chest. Make sure you extract all of your ingredients before doing this (unless you're getting mushrooms of Omeluum, in which case make sure you give those to him before extracting any ingredients or they'll be destroyed, possibly locking you out of the quest). The moving process can be sped up by opening a pack and clicking "take all", then sorting your inventory by "latest". With the items now in your personal inventory, all you have to do is open the packs in the chest, hit "multiselect", and click each item one by one until you can store everything you desire. This sounds monotonous, I know, but it's honestly really fast, and you'll get into a habit if you do it enough times.

Now, in addition to the alchemy pouch and camp supply pack, I also add two different style backpacks, a crude chest, a gilded chest, and a heavy chest to the traveller's chest. Since I bought the deluxe version of the game, I also have the peculiar clothing chest, but if you don't have one, I would suggest grabbing another gilded chest with a different design. Most of these things you can find on your way to or in the Grove, except the crude chest, which you can find in the goblin camp or in Auntie Ethel's teahouse. But you don't have to be insane like me, you can just use another heavy chest or whatever. I organise them like so: backpack 1—dyes, backpack 2—potions, crude chest—weapons, gilded chest—quest items, heavy chest—miscellaneous shit I can't bring my hoarder self to part with, peculiar clothing chest—clothing/kits.

The two backpacks I carry are used for scrolls and explosives/important items I can use to pass checks or teleport, etc. Arrows I usually split between Lae'zel, Karlach, and Astarion, since they have no magic abilities. Though when I played as a fighter, I also kept those with the explosives. That said, since I'm already giving advice, I highly, highly suggest you give most of your arrows to Karlach, as her blows don't seem to be quite as powerful as Lae'zel's, and Astarion can pull off some pretty hard-hitting ranged sneak attacks. I'd also suggest giving Astarion the Shadow of Menzoberranzan, a helmet you can find in the treasure room in the Myconid Colony. It's invisibility is a great boon to any of his rogue builds.

Other than that, the only items that go directly into my traveller's chest are the big boy explosives (barrels, Wulbren's bomb, etc.) since they're too heavy and I usually send them straight there from the wild. I also put Dribbles' body parts in there, because they're annoying and I hate them, but they don't stay for very long.

As for my least favourite aspect of BG3, I'd say it's the companion management, but it looks like they fixed it with the latest patch! I loathed having to manually dismiss everyone just to swap them out with someone else, then run to that person's tent to add them to my party. I also hated having to add a companion to my party just so I could give them a ring or piece of armour. I'm so glad they fixed it. Thank you, Larian! ❤

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #inventorymanagement #bg3 tav #larian studios #astarion #lae'zel #karlach #shadowheart

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lets-try-some-writing · 10 months

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I’m not entirely sure at what periods The Sparkling of Unicron take place, but if it takes place during the majority of season 2, is Starscream going to encounter Optimus during their rogue/exile?

If so, I wonder how those type of meetings turn out.

Did it take me two eternities to get around to this? Yes. Am I here writing for it now? Also yes.

Previous part here. Part that syncs up with this request best, here.

Lone Rangers

During his time alone, Optimus did little aside from follow his team to try and aid them. However there was one large exception from that rule, and it came in the form of Starscream.

Starscream was operating as a neutral rogue as well, and while their interactions were always hostile at first, slowly they found a degree of companionship. Optimus didn't need much energon to survive, and so in return for helping Starscream collect some of his own or by giving him what Optimus had stored, the seeker would help him locate his team when he needed it.

Starscream took one look at Optimus and the scrubbed insignia on his shoulder and for the first time in his life refused to comment on it. They worked together only when it benefited them both and often didn't talk. Optimus had no interest in conversing and Starsceam took the hint. While yes, loneliness ate at him as he travelled alone, he was not fond of the seeker nor the fact that he was aiding him. Of course sometimes communication was inevitable, and in those instances, a brotherhood of sorts did end up forming between them against both of their wills.

The first time they spoke was during their initial meeting. It was not a comfortable communication, nor where either pleased to see the other. However it was required as at the time Optimus had no clue where his team were and Starscream was running on fumes. Their exchange started with confusion on Starscream's part, largely because "How the frag did OPTIMUS PRIME get exiled by his own subordinates???" However that wonder and confusion vanished rather quickly when Optimus allowed his field to flare and his true nature to show more than it already was.

There were no more questions after Starscream sensed the Earth itself heed Optimus's will in a startling display of power that caused the ground to quake. Instead they simply exchanged services and went their separate ways the moment Starscream gave Optimus the coordinates to his team's location.

Their second actual conversation happened after Optimus nearly got his helm blown off during a battle around two weeks into his exile. Starscream flew down to Optimus's location in time to see the Prime hastily bolting plating back into place with his lackluster medical kit and his first instinct was to chastise Optimus in the only way he knew how. He took the bolter from Optimus and mocked him viciously even as he patched the wounds himself, being careful to not damage anything more than it already was even if he was uncertain how to bolt some things due to Optimus's strange form.

His original intent was to use his "kindness" as a means to an end, a favor for the Prime to repay later. But as time passed and Optimus continued his onward march to protect his Autobots... Starscream found himself continuing to care for the Prime when they crossed paths. It wasn't much, but some quick bolts to plating that Optimus couldn't reach or the odd set of coordinates without being paid in energon said enough. In return Optimus went out of his way to have energon on hand, and together on quiet nights they would sit in silence, Starscream drinking much needed energon while Optimus tried to stave off the pain of loneliness.

The third time they had an actual conversation was but a few weeks before Optimus pushed himself too far and needed to be recovered by the team. Up until that point their conversations were a mix of snark and silent endurance of the snarkiness in question. However after months of working together off and on... something shifted between them. They weren't friends by any means, but they understood each other in ways they hadn't before.

Starscream knew exile. He had faced it numerous times over his life and was well acquainted with it and clawing his way back into a position of power. It was the hunger that hurt him most though. Never had he been so helpless when it came to problem that was once so easily fixable. This he knew Optimus saw and he hated it just as much as he appreciated it when the Prince of Darkness offered him extra energon without any request for aid.

Optimus was well acquainted with hunger and struggle. Being left on his own was nothing new, he had been made for the express purpose of fending for himself as he completed his mission. It was the loneliness that got to him though after so very long of being swaddled in the comforting presence of friend and foe alike. He was sure Starscream saw his weakness, but he refused to comment when the seeker bolted his wounds shut and silently gave him extra coordinates to places his team were heading.

They were not friends. Nonetheless, they took comfort in knowing the other was there and would help to a degree.

Starscream: How do you handle this hunger? How does it not eat at you?

Optimus: I was made to endure such things, it is of no consequence to me. I cannot die, not as you children of Primus can.

Starscream: Hm, so why collect energon at all?

Optimus: I cannot die, but I can feel pain Starscream. The hunger of a mortal frame still hurts me, thus I try my best to alleviate it.

Starscream: So the mighty Optimus can't be felled, but he can be hurt.

Optimus: That is correct.

Starscream: ...

Optimus: ...

Starscream: Does it bother you knowing that others can die when you can't?

Optimus: ...

Optimus: It does when it comes to those I care about. No matter what I do, one day they will die, and when that time comes I will be unable to follow lest I give up on those that remain. I will never know rest, not like them, not while my maker yet lives.

Starscream: That... must be difficult.

Optimus: It can be... but as with all things, the pain of such wounds passes with time.

That was the last conversation they had before Optimus was retrieved. Optimus dropped off the map without any warning, and in a panic Starscream will never admit he fell into, the seeker searched for the Prime for cycles, trying in vain to find the one he called a brother in arms if only for a time.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #starscream #the sparkling of unicron au #sort of friend starscream is now one of my new fav things #I am OBSESSED with this idea of him being the buddy who will curse you out #but then turn up at your house at 2am with whatever you need and a plan for how to hide a body if you need it

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mamuzzy · 5 months

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For those angst prompts, "Don't ever utter those words again, I'm begging you." for either Fox/Thorn or Fives/Deadshot. Whichever tickles your fancy :D (@/nooneherebutusghosts).

Thank you for the ask, @nooneherebutusghosts! While I usually don't pass a chance to create something with my babygirl, the promtp begged for FoxThorn so I went with them. I hope you like the little illustration and the accompanying fic I've come up with! Enjoy~

Relationship: ThornFox Rating: Gen Warning: Safe for read but tell me if something needs to be tagged. No beta. Word count: 982 Summary: Thorn was injured in one of his mission on Coruscant and Fox feels guilty about it.

The thoughts always lingered in one of the deepest, hated side of Fox’s mind. That all it was a bad idea, wrong, wrong to the core. After so much shit going on, everything felt like a responsibility, even the small beautiful things he managed to grab a hold on and oh he clung on that sweetest forbidden fruit like his life depended on it, but the thing is with fruits that eventually they start to rot and inevitably die. So how do you preserve a fruit, you put it in the conservator to keep it fresh a little longer, or dry the moisture out of it so it can be stored for years. Now Thorn wasn’t a fruit and Fox wasn’t a psycho either to put the ideas into practice. Still, the dilemma stood.

“Fox’ika” whispered Thorn with a faint smile, eyes half-closed. “You are going to implode with all that thoughts in your head.”

Fox, raised his head immediately, a mixture of concern and relief on his face, he didn’t even noticed how anxiously he was fidgeting with his thumbs in his lap. He sat near Thorn’s bed, waiting for him to wake up from his sedated, dreamless sleep.

“Sorry” said Fox apologetically. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. The trooper outside is quite eager with the searching lights.”

Fox looked outside the window and frowned as the harsh light sweeped through the grounds precariously. He was supposed to be proud of the shiny assigned to the guard tower, probably wanted to investigate every nook and cranny of the CG grounds, including the very walls of the ward, or maybe he was just simply liked to messing around with the lights like a little boy who finally got to play with grown ups’ toys.

“I tell him to knock it off.”

“Don’t” said Thorn seeing his riduur raised his vambrace, fingers itched to make a call. “Stay with me.”

Fox measured the priorities and decided it was with Thorn rather than taking his frustration out on that sod of a shiny, especially that Thorn slowly emerged from his bed, sat up with a painful groan and hands on his bandaged hip.

“You should rest!” said Fox, already on his feet to help his lover to lay back but Thorn reached out for his hand.

Their finger entwined in tenderness, intuitively and caring, skin to plastoid and fabric of the blacks. The searching light swept again the room, making rogue particles visible between them, and then disappearing again in the dark. They stood like this for a while, Thorn looking up with loving tiredness with the most softest smile he was able to manage despite the pain.

And something broke in Fox.

“I’m sorry” a sound escaped from Fox’s mouth little no louder than a quivering whine. Thorn could feel the trembling through the fingers. He looked at his face distorted by repressed guilt, he immediately know what was wrong.

“Fox’ika…”

“I’m sorry “ Fox repeated “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Com’ here, love” Thorn spread his other arm as an invitation “It’s okay.”

Fox took one big step, the gap closed between them and clung on Thorn while hands folded around his neck into a tight needy embrace. Sobbing burts out from somewhere the deepest hated depths of Fox’s heart.

“I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have send you down there!” Fox gasped for air with hiccups. “I knew it was dangerous, possibly lethal and yet I sent you down there!”

“Fox, I knew the risks” Thorn replied calmly but the anxious rambing went on.

“And I knew it too! That’s why I sent you there, because you are a fucking competent soldier, my best, my second in command and now seeing you like this makes me want to hide you into a safe compartment or put you into the cryochamber and when everything is safe, I’ll unfreeze you and…”

“Fox you can’t just set me aside like a paperwork until the war is over” Thorn couldn’t help but chuckle. “Like you said, I’m your second in command. The flame that shines for you so you can work in the shadow. Remember?”

Fox couldn’t make himself remember and did not heard him.

“I can’t protect you, I can’t save you when I’m not with you, I can’t change the outcomes, you were there dying and I wasn’t with you, I was an irresponsible commander, Thorn, I don’t deserve you to be gentle with me after all this, I don’t deserve your smile, don’t deserve you!”

Thorn cupped Fox’s face into his palms to lock their gazes, and looked into those teary amber eyes full of despair.

“Are you saying this as my riduur or my superior?” asked in a serious tone even Fox stopped with the rambling. “I’m your second in command. A commander. A competent soldier, like you said. But now I messed up a mission, my men died, the men I chose, just as you chose me to lead this operation. I know you fear for me but when we were just colleagues, you never thought about a second to send me into my death because you trusted me to come back.”

“I know…”

“I’m not done.”

Fox whimpered.

“Fox… remember our vows. We share love as well as the burden that comes with our duty. Please… don’t let love blur your judgement of my capabilities. And do not neglect me when I need my riduur at my side. Right now.

Hot tears wetted Thorns calloused fingers as Fox slowly nodded. Thorn leaned in to give his lover a small kiss on the lips, light as a feather, making him whimper again. It made sure that no other thoughts remained in Fox’s mind. Their silence was comfortable as Fox’s abrupt breathing started to calm down, Thorn whispered into his lips, almost pleadingly.

“Don’t ever utter those words again, I’m begging you.”

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#thornfox #cloneship #clonecest #cloneshipping #commander thorn #commander fox #coruscant guard #the clone wars #star wars

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ohtobearandomftblog · 9 months

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can i ask some hcs about sting with a m! s/o who’s also a wizard but refuses to join sabertooth because he doesn’t like guilds?

hed poke fun at you every single time you do or say something where itd be easier if you were in a guild

cant find a good quest for rent? well if you had a job board nearby youd find plenty

gotta figure out how to cook/find a place for dinner? well if you had a bar nearby youd get some good filling food

you wanna see sting every single day? well if you joined the guild he could make you and rogue share a position

dont wanna hear about guilds ever again? well if you joined the guild--

makes sure every time he does mention the guild its either just to vent about the latest bout of property damage charges or its a goofy silly mood and tone

you ever say youre sick of hearing of the guild and he wont mention it for at least three months unless there was an emergency

otherwise talks about wanting to murder all his guildmates and you cant tell if hes joking.

every time he talks to you the first thing he says is a stupid pickup line. something about shining brightly from halfway across fiore or something about hearing your heart beat without the hearing lacrima from his apartment

rogue always makes fun of him for saying that shit

depending on what your magic is depends on what he'll say and give for gifts

holder type like lucy (celestial spirit magic) or cana (magic card)? he'll buy you more of the items you need and/or pouches and clothes with big pockets to store em all in

holder type like levy (letter magic) or macbeth (personification magic)? he'll buy you whatever could help you use it easier and maybe some books to help you get ideas

lost type like rustyrose (arc of embodiment) or ultear (arc of time)? probably only get you a lot of books for ideas on what to make or what NOT to do like last ages. do NOT use that or hes gonna drag you to the infirmary and lightly beat on what hurts the least

lost type like a slayer magic? congrats youre basically only gonna get food. either the type that everyone can eat or just your element. if its a type he hasnt tried yet he'll probably take a bit for himself

caster type like the strauss siblings (soul transformations)? he'll help you find things to absorb/take over and then get you gifts based off his favorite ones

caster type like happy (aera) or hibiki (archive)? many books and many potions to help with nausea, migraines, etc. and things that could be useful to increase distance or help offensively/defensively

sometimes will just drag you out on a quest and give you half the reward

never invites you over to his apartment but will let you in if you show up. he doesnt want you to see the mess he and rogue and frosch and lector make

lector sometimes goes out to find you alone and just chills with you the rest of the day

if you ever visit sabertooth sting will be ECSTATIC

he'll also try to make the area around you two very bright. sure rogue cant really see him that well through the shadows but sometimes he doesnt want rogue to see you

finds it hilarious whenever you cover your eyes cause its too bright. he wont ever make it bright enough that it could hurt you but he does make it near unbearable sometimes

sometimes he'll show up and just. grab your legs. if you can get one free then he'll make sure you cant get the other free. good luck dragging him around town he doesnt care if his clothes get dirty

you had to go through Initiation. first through all the dragon slayers, then through rogue alone. since you passed, rogue's taken to staring at you suspiciously every now and then to see if you do something weird. if he finds nothing he'll give you some candy (its typically peppermints)

#ik you said male but there wasnt really anythin i could think o that would mention the gender o reader so this actually p gender neutral oop #Sting Eucliffe #x sting eucliffe #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #ohtobe asks

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minkiflwr · 2 years

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hybrid!ateez first time meeting bunny!s/o

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warnings : none that i’m aware of

taglist : @mumasmdyeou

A/N : I wrote this while i’m in math class

kim hongjoong / 김홍중 - deer hybrid

he was happy when he knew you were a bunny

he was starting to get insecure about might having a mate stronger than him

but now that he knew you are a bunny, he WILL protect you at all cost, even if he’s not a strong breed himself

he was bored and decided to go for a walk. that’s when he saw you, his mate being bullied by the another hybrid. his instinct is to immediately protect you from them. and thats exactly what he did.

“you okay? are you hurt?” he asked after backing them off

“yeah, im fine..” you answered

“im hongjoong by the way, it’s nice to meet you”

“i’m y/n” you smiled at him

park seonghwa / 박성화 - dragon hybrid

well when he first saw you he fell in love

like you are perfect in his eyes

especially when he saw you with kids

he was flying around when he smelt something so he decided to go down. and thats when he saw you helping taking care of the other kids around your neighborhood. he was staring at you with heart eyes with how good you are with the kids, and decided to just go and introduce himself to you.

“hi! i’m seonghwa”

you were shocked to say the least, you didn’t expect to meet you mate today, let alone a dragon mate

“h-hi! i’m y/n... didn’t expect i’ll be meeting my mate today..”

jeong yunho / 정윤호 - dog hybrid

he’s like.. wow.. tiny

because of how small you are next to him

he’d be such a flirt playful person and would love you at first sight

he saw you at a grocery store trying to reach the top shelf. he’s just amazed at how small you are and decided to help you because he can’t just leave his mate strugle like that

“mind if i help?” he asked

you froze seeing him, you mate towering over you

“u-uhm su-sure” you said and he gladly helped you

after he gave you the item he intoduced himself

“i’m yunho,but you can call me yours” he said

kang yeosang / 강여상 - bunny hybrid

very very happy to know that you are the same breed as him

he will be very shy at first

but good for him, you approach him first

he knew your he’s mate, but he’s just to shy to approach you. you were hanging out with your friends and he didn’t want to disturb you. you were passing by him when you locked eyes with him you also knew he’s the one. you quickly excuse yourself and approach him

“hi! i’m y/n, and i guess we are mates?” you laugh a little

“h-hi i’m yeosang, and yeah.. looks like it” he said, still a little shy

choi san / 최산 - cat hybrid

he was looking forward to meeting his mate

all his friends already found their mates

so when he saw you, he was ecstatic

he was hanging out by himself when he saw you helping and elderly. he immediately approach you after you’re done and introduce himself

“hi!!! i’m san and i’m very happy to meet you!”

“hello! my name is y/n and it’s nice to meet you too san”

after that you two walked and talked together untill sunset. overall you both are happy to find each other

song mingi / 송민기 - wolf hybrid

you were terrified of him, like he’s a wolf and you’re a bunny. also his big body doesn’t help

but this broke his heart. like isn’t he supposed to protect you?????? how’s he gonna do that when you are terrified of him?????

will do anything in his power to change you mind!!!

when he first saw you, being attacked by rogue wolfs he immediately backed them off. when he saw you shaking in fear he slowly go to you

“hi.. i’m mingi.. i’m not gonna hurt you i promise.. will you let me look at the wound?” he asked gently because he knew for a fact your terrified

“i-i’m y/n.. and s-sure..” you reluctantly agree. and he will treat your wound with such a gentle manner because he doesn’t want you to be more scared than you already are

jung wooyoung / 정우영 - fox hybrid

will think your the cutest thing ever

he’ll be like.. o.o

even tho a fox and a bunny is uncommon, he will still protect you because bunnies have a tendency to be used by others

he was probably with his friends when he saw you. you were also with a friend who was clearly using you for her needs. his instinct kicked in and immediately went up to your friend

“maybe you should stop that before i do it personally”

“what are you her mate?” you friend scoff

“what if i am?” he smirked

after he’s done with your friend he went up to you and intoduced himself telling you his name is wooyoung

“i-i’m y/n and thank you..”

“your the cutest thing ever, and your welcome bunny”

choi jongho / 최종호 - bear hybrid

he was looking for food when he saw you

but he was suprised when he knew you’re a bunny

but overall he will be happy

he was hungry and looking for food when he smelt something he didn’t quite know but seems familiar. that’s when he saw you sitting down near an apple tree. he saw you, his mate, a bunny. he didn’t mind tho, he went up to you and introduce himself

“hi! i’m jongho” he smiled warmly at you

“i’m y/n” you smiled back at him

“mind if i keep you company? you seem lonely” he offer, and you happily agree

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fearhims3lf · 2 months

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TIMING: Before the Parker Incident

PARTIES: @animotoph0bia @fearhims3lf

SUMMARY: Looking for an escape, Finn takes a walk and stumbles into the Vinyl Countdown, where Mateo shows him the wonders of punk music.

WARNINGS: None

A phone call with his mom always ended in one of two ways - she was almost too busy to be checking in and ended the call once she had confirmed her son was alive or, on days like today, she ranted. Finn got to hear about his sister’s trouble in school, his brother’s anxiety, how hard work was at the moment and how worried she was about her eldest living in another town. It was draining to say the least and the reason why those kinds of calls usually ended with Finn flopped on the bed, surrounded by smog and head spinning a little too fast.

He’d finally resigned himself to a walk when the options had become that or having a small freak out in the apartment. Time passed in a blur, no real mission ahead except maybe finding something to eat at some point. In his easily distracted state, Finn found himself drawn to the sound of music, decent music even, filtering through an open door and muffling as soon as the door closed. Without hesitation he followed the sound, stepping into a store that thankfully wasn’t crowded. It was, however, filled with gorgeous vinyls, posters lining the wall and making this a feast for the eyes as well as the ears.

Shuffling inside, his fingers traced over every singer and band name he recognized, heart filling with longing even though he had no actual means of playing these beautiful vinyls back in his shitty apartment. The adoration got halted for a moment as Finn was made aware of the sand-like texture in his mouth, backpack thrown off in a less than fluid motion as he began the search for a water bottle that he maybe probably had in there.

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The shop had been particularly slow, foot-traffic growing slower by the day as the goo around town made it harder for everyone to travel. Mateo groaned to himself, drumming his fingers on his chest as he leaned back in his chair idly. There were two customers, one older man with his son, nothing to really rush to. The older the customer was, the worse, because they knew exactly what they wanted and had no intention of venturing toward something that could actually enlighten them.

“Hmm…” Mateo rocked the chair back and forth on the tips of the legs, contemplating whether or not to convince the boy to rebel and request some good music. “Eh…” He shrugged, brows rising at the sound of footsteps entering the store. “Welcome to the Vinyl Countdown, ask for my help if you need it, or don’t.” Propping his head on his palm, Mateo blew air through his lips, making a raspberry sound out of boredom. He scanned the newest customer, watching the other two leave without buying a damn thing. There was a roll of his eyes and he got up to walk around, leaning over the shelf to peer over it.

“Thirsty for some good music?”

The water bottle had finally been dug out, held victoriously in hands that were maybe struggling a little bit to work the cap, when a voice from nowhere startled him. It wasn’t from nowhere, of course, just the other side of the shelf but it was enough for Finn to drop it and then dumbly watch it roll away. “Shitfuck - I mean, yes. Or hi. Or yes to water and music,” he blathered, elegantly stretching his arm out for the rogue bottle, tilting some of the contents of his bag out in the process.

Crouching down, dropping his bag to the ground before the rest of his belongings littered the floor, Finn stared at them as if wondering what to do other than simply pick them up. Getting up and just leaving did feel like a decent option right now. “This might take a while, can you, like, circle around and come back so I can pretend none of this happened?” he asked, finally looking up at the store clerk from his graceful position on the floor, noting that the guy looked… intimidating. Didn’t feel intimidating though but he didn’t feel like anything, which was to be expected since Finn could barely feel his hands at the moment.

“You look like you’re supposed to be selling something other than music.” See, this is why we don’t go out amongst people in this state.

Okay, so the dude was jumpy and probably needed a good smoke by the looks of it. That wasn’t to say that his state of being was bad. Just a little ruffled and out of place. “I think I’ll stay right here. Make sure you don’t leave anything behind on the floor I cleaned this morning.” Was it rude to do that? Yes. Did the mare care? Not really. It was fun to be a little rude, and it wasn’t like the customer would die of embarrassment. Well, hopefully not. Mateo had learned Wicked’s Rest was capable of anything, and he really didn’t want to soil any good reputation the shop had accumulated.

Laughing at the remark, Mateo rolled his eyes and looked at himself. He wasn’t sure if he was offended by the comment or not. He needed to talk a little longer to really get a read on the guy. “Is it the battle vest? The tattoos? Or my mug?” He tilted his head back, putting on his best macho vibe. If Mateo had really wanted to, he could probably intimidate the guy, especially with how lost he seemed, but sales needed to be made and punks to be recruited.

“Regardless, I’m here to get music in your hands. I can probably throw a little extra in there, but that depends on your music taste.”

Honestly, fair. Finn probably wouldn’t have left himself alone under normal circumstances so the store clerk had the right idea. “Guess I’m thankful I’m not dragging myself along a dirty floor,” he muttered to himself, finishing the job of finally gathering up his belongings with dark eyes boring down on him. Backpack zipped up safely and thrown over his shoulder, Finn finally got to his stupid feet, bottle of water crinkling in his hand as the guy laughed. Angry? Offended? Amused? Fuck, it was hard to tell.

Shrinking into himself slightly, Finn still took the question very seriously, eyebrows furrowing in deep thought before two syllables finally made their way out, slow and dragged out. “Haircut,” he decided was an appropriate answer for some reason, one finger wagging in the vague direction of the guy’s head. “Also just the whole ‘fuck everything’ vibe which…” He gave a thumbs up, the gesture genuine even though he probably looked like an idiot.

The temptation to leave was still rearing its head but it seemed the guy had a sale to make and honestly, wasn’t that the least Finn could do after interrupting the poor man’s whole day and maybe offending him? Uncapping his water and downing more than half of it, Finn finally nodded. “Yeah, yes. Music sounds good. Music taste is… fluid. And I most definitely do not have a vinyl player?”

Yeah, the dude needed to relax, and maybe that was a little Mateo’s fault for several reasons. Most of all, he was doing it on purpose. It was funny, and besides selling a single vinyl so far, that was the most fun Mateo had had all day. He continued his mischievous smile and watched and waited, holding back another chuckle as the gentleman in front of him let his anxiety win over. At least he liked the vibe Mateo was giving off, which meant his opportunity at making a big sale full of the music he adored was broadening.

“Well I most definitely live by ‘fuck everything’ and ‘fuck authority,’ so I’m glad I give off that energy.” Mateo grinned and as he listened to what his anxious customer liked and lacked as far as music went, an idea began to spark. There was money to burn in his pocket, and if he could push something other than Taylor Swift out and get more people listening to something like Public Enemy. ‘The real shit,’ Mateo calls it.

“Tell ya what,” The mare bounced his brows playfully and gestured for the young man to follow. “Don’t even worry about the record player. I’ll cut you a deal.” Mateo spoke as he walked the pair to his favorite section and plucked out the album, Black Dots by Bad Brains. He placed it adoringly into the system, moving the tonearm over for the music to burst to life on the speakers. First the gentle static, then the playful bass, and then finally, the drums. Mateo bobbed his head along, smiling. “Now, you won’t be getting a system like this, but the sound will be just as quality. And better yet, this album was peak punk back in the day. Not to mention, they’re a black punk band. They did punk the best, and you can hear the history in the sound.”

Lucky for Finn, it seemed people with anarchist vibes quite enjoyed being called out on said vibes, the shopkeeper grinning wide and maybe only a little bit at the empath’s expense. “You are very on brand, then.” Bullet seemingly dodged, Finn nodded dumbly at the mention of a deal and shuffled along behind the smiling man. Already wondering how many extra jobs he would have to scrape together after inevitably spending money he didn’t have here purely because saying no at this point would be way too awkward. Well, not purely, he did like the idea of listening to music on something other than his laptops tinny sounding speakers.

Eyes trailed the unassuming looking record cover as it was pulled out, the band name not ringing any bells in particular. It was fitting though - ‘bad brains’ sounded like a good description for a soundtrack to Finn’s life. Sound started to filter through the speakers before Finn could voice that very astute thought to the shopkeeper, head tilting further and further with each introduction of a new instrument. It was loud, brazen - the kind of shit sixteen year old Finn would have loved to blast back at the family house to annoy his mom on one of her ‘more controlling than usual’ days.

The hand not clutching the water bottle tapped distractedly against his thigh to the chaotic beat, mind jumping from the notes to the words, gaze focused on the spin of the record. Snapping back into his environment as the low voice cut through the music, Finn turned his attention back to the shopkeeper. “I’m not even going to pretend to know the different sorts of punk but… yeah. Hell yeah.” He held out a hand for the vinyl cover, flipping it over to look at the back and huffing out a small laugh at the song titles. “They’re great.” He couldn’t have pretended not to like it even if he’d wanted to, head subconsciously bopping along, small smile curled on his lips as the record rolled into the next song. An even more aggressive guitar strum surrounded the pair, filtering through Finn’s entire body, making him excited to blast these guys in his headphones at a volume that would threaten his hearing permanently.

Victory in sales wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but it always felt like there was a scale, always on the verge of tipping in any one direction. Mateo often found it shifting in his favor, but nevertheless, it was always a relief to not pivot toward failure. “Now, these guys are from back in the day, ‘bout…seventies. Late seventies, I think.” Holding a finger up to ask for a moment, Mateo sifted through more records, chuckling triumphantly as he found the two other records he was looking for.

“This album is a little old, but a little more recent, and they released a single two years back. Good shit honestly. Look ‘em up on whatever you listen to music with, but you gotta get this album, too.” He presented Hearts of Hoodlums by Whole Wheat Bread, spinning it between opposite corners. There was just one final album Mateo wanted to find, and it was only a section over. With a smile, he reached over and slid it out of the array of other records, planting it on top of Hearts of Hoodlums. “Teen Mortgage just came out with their self-titled album last month, and it’s bomb as hell. Punk revival at its finest.”

He puffed his chest victoriously just before removing Black Dots from the player and returning it to its sleeve. When it joined the rest of the pile, Mateo placed them all in Finn’s hands and walked away to retrieve a player he’d refurbished from a storage closet. It was an older Crosley turntable he’d found that only had a few frayed wires and needed a needle replacement. After that, it was good as new, and it even still had the original box, which Mateo presented when he returned. “Thirty bucks and all of this is yours. I fixed up that turntable so it’s no big deal to pay what it was worth before. Just pay for those sweet records and spread the good word of punk.”

Finn let the music bleed into him as the clerk rifled through records, actually appreciative of the fact that there were no outside emotions spoiling the experience. Sure, a thought had passed through the semi functioning portion of his brain that so far, no emotions meant vampires but this was public and in broad daylight. Besides, eating your customers was far from a good business model.

Nodding along as the clerk’s excitement grew with every pulled record, Finn realized this is what people normally meant when they talked about infectious excitement. The passion held for the music being displayed was hard to ignore and it definitely made the empath curious to listen. A change of pace from making a fool out of himself and applying that the guy looked like he should be a thug for hire, but a good change. Returning the genuine smile that somehow softened the man’s harsh edges, Finn couldn’t even be bothered to worry about how much money he was about to lose. “Look, the only music recs I’ve ever gotten are from my younger sister so I am putting my faith in you completely.”

The records felt nice in his hands - maybe shit like this would make the apartment at least semi less depressing. Speaking of stuff that would liven up the apartment… “Oh, dude. That’s so dope. Pretty sure my dad might have had something similar now that I think about it.” And consequently, Finn made sure to not think about it. Running a hand over the slightly frayed edges of the box, his head whipped up as it came to the payment part of the sale. “Wait, seriously? I mean, I can totally pester people about good music like nobody’s business but… are you sure?”

Sale tactic or not, this definitely felt like a nice gesture.

—

When a younger sister was mentioned, Mateo couldn’t help but think of his own back home. How most childhood afternoons were spent picking music and ragging on each other’s tastes. They’d skip songs, yet spend hours dancing or head banging around the room before their parents were home to tell them to turn the “noise” off. Then when it was quiet, they would make mixes, blending the music they were just making fun of because music held value, and the currency changed from person to person.

To this day, Mateo still held on to a good handful of those old cds, and he softened with a swallow as he thought of those memories, almost thankful for the babbling idiot that was now a bit more composed than before. He chuckled, mostly to himself, but also because it was an appropriate reaction to mask the tenderness he was experiencing. “Ayo, don’t knock her tastes too quickly. Guarantee there’s at least one banger in there.” With a smug but friendly shrug, Mateo patted the records. “But…putting your faith in me is a smart move. C’mere.” He took all the items and led the two to the register, scanning each one as a mixture of reverence and awe washed across the customer’s face. That’s when Mateo knew he’d not only made a sale, but also helped someone truly listen to the message of punk. Passion, freedom, and expression.

“I’m serious, chico. Like I said, found that thing and fixed it pretty easily. Not losing anything on it, and if it plays these records, that’s all the payment I need.” With a passionate rocker horns gesture, Mateo wrapped the records and placed them on the turntable’s box. “So gimme that thirty bucks and scram to listen to these. Oh, and, uh…” He plucked a logo sticker from the stack and planted it on top of everything. “Don’t forget to come back for another hit.”

It was hard to remember why exactly Finn had been so intimidated by the guy before. Okay, maybe not hard - he was confident and had a buzz cut and maybe looked a tiny bit scary in that way his sister definitely would have fawned over - but definitely silly. Not to say he’d want to pick a fight with the guy but in the setting of discussing music, the clerk was easy to talk to. “If there is, she’s not sharing them with me,” Finn sighed, following obediently to the register and bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Right! Yes, payment.” The traitorous bag was pulled off his shoulder, this time with less incident, and the crumpled bills dug out from a zipped pocket. Finn was sure he’d probably been saving that money for something but whatever it was, this literally felt more important. Maybe just a tiny bit because he wanted this guy to like him but mostly because of the music. Bills exchanged for the purchase, Finn scooped the stack into his arms with a smile. “For sure. Next job that doesn’t pay like crap, I’ll swing by straight after. Which, by the way, you ever need a coder for anything, I owe you one.” He raised the new, prized possession in his arms to cement the point before adding, “and also for not kicking me out for being an idiot.”

Starting to backtrack towards the door, careful with the record player because at the very least, he wasn’t going to break it in front of the guy that had literally just fixed it up, Finn gave a tiny wave. “See you, then. And, right, I’m Finn, if you need coding. And I am leaving now. So, uh, punk rock and all that.”

#wickedswriting #writings #nightmarescapes #c: finn #finn and mateo #punk and all that

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nixiaus · 2 years

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instead of us, only i remain.

Pairing: Jack Kline x Gender Neutral!Reader (can be read as platonic or pining best friends)

Genre: Angst, fluff (only in flashbacks)

Warnings: Major character death (Jack is dead in this whole fic), there are a lot of flashbacks, a bit of bitterness towards the Winchesters, also the bold italics sentences are the lyrics, set after Jack's death in S14, but before his resurrection in S15

Summary: After Jack's death by God, Y/N struggles to deal with the memories of Jack that resurface in the bunker.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first Supernatural fic! This is based on the song Winter Falls by Stray Kids, so feel free to listen while you read. My requests are open, just read my rules first, please!

Watching Chuck, God, burn the life out of your best friend had easily become the worst thing that had ever happened to you. Yes, you had been with the Winchesters, friends who were like brothers to you, through multiple apocalypses and tragedies, but watching the sweet boy you'd grown to love die hurt you more than you could've ever realized.

But now you do realize. You realize as you stand in Jack's room filled with memories the two of you shared during his short life. From your place right in the door frame, you can see the books you bought him the first week Sam and Dean brought him home.

I am still standing in the same place reminiscing about our old days.

"Hi, Jack!" You wanted to make a good impression on the kid, not only because he was Lucifer's son and could go rogue at any moment, but also because... so far, he seemed to just be a sweet, albeit confused, person.

"Hello, Y/N. What's in the bag?" Jack asked you, curious because you never seemed to come into his room, rather always catching up with him in the kitchen or library.

"Okay, so, I was at the bookstore and I wanted to bring you back something, and then I realized you've probably never read a book. So, I got you a couple!"

A couple was the understatement of the year. Another reason Jack had even asked you what was in your bag was because he could see your arm shaking with the weight of the filled tote bag. There was, at minimum, 10 books in the bag that you brought to him.

"Thank you, Y/N! You're right, I've never read a book. Which one should I read first?" Jack asked as you laid out all of the books you had purchased onto his desk.

"Well, probably the classics first. These," you gestured towards a stack of about 5 books, "are books most people have read and enjoyed throughout, like, centuries. So these are Little Women, Pride & Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, and a couple others I've never read. Those are what a lot of these newer ones are based off of, generally."

As you looked around Jack's room you got a sense of emptiness with the lack of personal items he owned, or more importantly, the lack of interaction he generally had with others. With how Jack was literally beaming at you, you could tell how happy you were making him by bringing him these books you enjoyed and thinking about him while you went to the store.

"Thank you, Y/N! I can't wait to read them all!" Jack pulled you into a tight, uncomfortably tight actually, hug and you smiled, hugging him back.

As you pulled away, you made an offer to him.

"Sam and I used to read books together, just in the same room to keep each other company or talk about what we were reading. Do you wanna read with me?"

When Jack nodded enthusiastically, that began the journey of your closest friendship.

When tears started welling up in your eye, with your nose burning, you closed Jack's door as you left the room. Sitting here thinking about the boy that had become your best friend in such a short span of time was something you didn't think you were ready for.

Passing Sam as you rounded the corner into the library, he saw your tears and heard your sniffles. "Y/N... I'm so sorry. I'm here for you, so is Dean, anytime you want."

Although you were still incredibly angry with both of the Winchesters for attempting to lock Jack in the Malak box, without even telling you, might you mention, you still appreciated the way that Sam was trying to be there for you.

"Thanks, Sammy. I'm, uh, I just... can't seem to stop, you know? My mind's running a mile a minute, I feel so jumpy, like there's something I should be doing to get him back."

"I get it. Even though the literal God killed him, we've cheated death so many times, it feels like we owe it to him to try. But there's nothing we can do, Y/N, the only person as powerful as Chuck is Amara, and well, Jack." You could tell Sam was trying to console you, make you realize that the anxiety you felt about being idle was useless, but in actuality it was making you feel like shit.

"Right. Well, I'm just gonna sit and watch a movie to keep my mind off things." You said with a heaving sigh. With that, Sam gently smiled at you and kept walking his original route to do Chuck knows what while Jack sat and rotted in the Empty.

As you plopped on the big leather couch, you were reminded of the first time Jack ever watched a movie.

"Y/N, what is "The Hulk?" Jack asked with his eyebrows upturned, the same habit you had gotten used to while hanging out with him as much as you did.

"He's a superhero from a comic book-turned-movie series. He's this brilliant scientist but he turns into a big green giant with anger issues." You explained to him patiently, as by now, you'd gotten hundreds of questions from the boy about pop culture, music, science, and other things. Although sometimes the Winchesters took the time to explain, you were the one who ultimately showed Jack the answers to his questions.

"Do you wanna watch the movies he's in with me? It's called the Avengers." You asked him, already getting up to find the DVD collection you had of the Marvel series.

"Yes, that would be awesome, Y/N. Thank you."

You two sat a normal distance apart while binging a couple Marvel movies that night, but by the time you were falling asleep, you were lying in his lap, with his fingers gently massaging your scalp. Jack had a touch of gentleness when it came to you, you could see it, hell, everyone could see it.

As your eyes began closing, you had to ask, even with the sleepiness in your voice. "Jack, why do you treat me differently than everyone else?"

Jack looked down at you in his lap and smiled. "Because you treat me differently than everyone else does. You're my best friend, at least that's the conclusion I've come to. I like being around you, your energy always seems to... make me feel warm. Like when it was snowing and you bought me a winter coat. You're kind to me, more than anyone else. You make me feel human."

With a sigh, you got up from the couch and went to lie in your own bed. This was the only place memories of Jack didn't seem to plague you, as Dean yelled at him rather loudly when he tried to enter your room. Something about your "purity" or whatever the hell he wanted to hate Jack for that day.

Looking at your wall clock, you saw the time was 09:14 PM.

Days shorter, nights longer; Freeze, melt, repeat.

It seemed like each day without Jack lasted a single minute, you saw Sam once, you saw Dean every now and then, you'd remember things you now want to forget, then retreat to your room. The same cycle every. single. day. Then in your room, the passage of time seemed to slow to a standstill, the times when you were alone was when you could let go, and sob your lungs out, remembering a warmth and a care you'd never felt before Jack and never will feel again.

Jack wasn't your first "best friend," but he certainly changed the definition for you. He seemed to literally feel when your emotions would change, the first time you met him, you were anxious and he immediately smiled at you. Jack was incredibly perceptive, always calming you.

We were holding hands... back then it was a warm winter everything was beautiful.

Winter was always your least favorite season. The snow dampened the sounds of the world, made you cold, and made the world that much harder to bear. You hated being cold, everyone who knew you knew that much.

This was Jack's first winter and he watched the snow trickle down from inside the backseat of the Impala on the way back from a hunt that you, him, Sam, Dean, and Cas had all done together. You two and Cas were all crammed in the backseat, and his head rested on your shoulder.

"You keep shivering, Y/N. Are you cold?" Jack asked, shifting his head to look at the side of your face.

"Yeah. It's really cold in here. I hate the winter because of it." You miserably told him, with your teeth chattering, despite the fact that everyone else seemed perfectly warm in the car.

"I can hold your hand, if you want. I saw in a movie once that it made people warmer." Jack told you from his place on your shoulder. His innocence made you beam so widely, he was honestly a bit surprised and confused at why you were smiling.

Honestly, Jack didn't really seem to understand that was more of a romantic aspect to fiction. But you were already a bit more warmed at the fact he even cared enough to hold your hand, despite the fact he's not really initiated much physical contact with people other than you and Cas.

"Sure, Jack. I'd like that."

"When we get home, we can drink hot chocolate and eat soup. That was in a few of the books you gave me."

"That'd be great, Jack. Hell, you might just make me like winter if you keep up with this."

You two held hands for hours on that drive back to Lebanon. By the time Cas woke you up, you noticed you had taken off your coat in your sleep anyway. It seems you were warm enough with Jack.

You didn't think you could keep sewing yourself back together just for the seams to keep coming loose at night. Every night you were weeping into your pillows, Jack's pillows, that you had taken off of his bed. At first, you even slept in his room like you were just waiting for him to come back after a hunt with Cas.

Cas, who before he left, came to your room and told you that you could always call him or pray to him, and he would be there for you.

Even though he had tears in his own eyes, Cas reached down and wiped yours and looked into your eyes.

"Y/N... you made Jack so happy while he was alive, I could see it, I could see how brightly his soul shone when you made him laugh or showed him a song. He appreciated how loved you made him well, and I appreciated it as well. You know... you can always pray to me, call me, and I will come. Or one day, you can come with me, too. Thank you for making Jack's life bright in the moments it was too dark for me to guide him."

You knew Cas to be a man of few emotional words when you first met. He had grown over the years, becoming more sweet, more caring, more human. And with Jack, he had become something like a father, a bit different than it was with Claire. You knew that you caring about Jack had warmed his heart and made him even fonder of you.

But he didn't know how much that made you fond of him.

"Cassie, you know... Jack is, fuck, I mean... Jack was the kindest person I have ever met, with or without his soul. And that is largely due to you, I saw so much of him in you. So much of how you were when we first met and yet, so much of you now. Looking at you, sometimes, all I can see is him," You said, looking down at your hands.

"His curiosity at a world he hadn't yet integrated fully into, at things he didn't understand, but his tenderness at it too. Thank you for everything. I understand why you're leaving, and I wanna tell you, too, that I am one, single, call away. I will always be here for you, so will this bunker. Fuck what anyone says." You finished, finally looking back up at Cas and pulling him into a tight hug, not unlike hugs you'd given each other in the past.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

With Jack's death came another loss you saw coming almost immediately. Cas being gone was something you had dealt with many times with his numerous depatures, but it felt different this time. He wasn't dead, or taken, or on a hunt, or running from something. Cas left for a reason, a reason which you can't refute.

You can't say you were in disagreement with his leaving, you were thinking of the same. But what would you do? Where would you go? You couldn't leave Sam and Dean, even though they were complete asses to Jack, they'd always taken care of you and you were infinitely grateful.

But... after all these years, maybe it was time to go. After Jack, you don't think you could stay with them anymore, this was harder than they thought it was. Maybe you could honestly go with Cas, you always seemed to click well.

So you wrote a note.

To Sammy and D...

I'm sorry to leave without talking to you first. Honestly I think we've probably talked enough for you to get why I'm leaving. Sam, I know you hear me crying at night, I know why you make me chamomile tea every morning.

And Dean, I know you try to make things as normal for me as possible. But the truth is, none of this is normal anymore without Jack. So, I'm leaving, I'm going with Cas. I'll be safe, not reckless, and I'm keeping our angel safe, too, okay? Don't worry about us.

I love you both so much. Thank you for caring about me all these years, thank you for everything. Thank you for bringing Jack to the bunker and giving me the opportunity to meet him. Okay, my wrist hurts, I need to stop writing now.

Goodbye, my brothers. From, your Y/N.

After a few quick tears, you wiped your face and grabbed your friendship bracelet Jack had made you a few weeks before his death and slid it on.

"Cassie? Castiel? I'm packed, I'm ready to go." You prayed to your angel, with your backpack on and a machete in hand.

Cas quickly appeared, another gentle smile on the seraph's face.

"Okay, let's go."

I'm okay now. Yeah, I'll be okay.

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notwarriorswiki · 1 year

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How do things with the kin end up? Especially with Violet and Twig being taken in by them, and Alder joining?

The Kin make their first appearance during the Po3/OotS arc. Like in the books they had previously terrorized SkyClan, however in this AU we blend what happened in SkyClan and the Stranger with Hawkwing's Journey in a way - in that the attack happened in that interaction with who we know as Sol. In this rewrite, he was always Sol, not Harry. He seems friendly at first, bringing his then small group at the time and assisting in rescuing Leafstar and her then kits from the Twoleg Nest. As thanks Leafstar welcomes Sol and his group into SkyClan, just as she had done with plenty of cats before. They felt no reason to be scared. However, this was a ploy to make the cats vulnerable, and after gaining their trust, Sol and his group would launch an attack on SkyClan, taking one of Leafstar's lives and killing Patchfoot, Shrewtooth, and Nutpetal (Nutmeg from SkyClan's Destiny). SkyClan works together and does manage to drive the group out thanks to their numbers and allies in many places, something Sol hadn't expected. The clan grieves the loss of their clanmates, but move on anew, believing things would move on as usual.

When Jaypaw, Dawnpaw, Kestrelpaw, and Pebblepaw leave to find SkyClan, they unknowingly pass The Kin, even asking them about the fabled clan. Darktail thinks they should take them prisoner, but Sol waves them off and thinks they dare not slow their journey further. They feign niceties with the apprentices before going on their way, heading to the Lake where the plan really takes motion. The Kin settle in on the edge of RiverClan territory and make use of parts of Twolegplace as well. With their group having grown through Sol's silver tongue, the mysterious tom begins to insert himself into clan affairs and starting violence through manipulation. Darktail does the dirty work, while Sol plays people and have the clans turning against each other.

When Jaypaw, Dawnpaw, Kestrelpaw, and Pebblepaw return with SkyClan, they're the force of knowledge and power they need to not only unite the clans to fight off The Kin, but drive them out as well. Sol and Darktail, alongside their group, flee for now, but that's not the last they're seen. Darktail is the brawn while Sol is the brains. The group truly does respect Sol due to his way with words charming them, while Darktail is far more fearmongering. Darktail wants to attack again, but Sol takes a more backseat approach and insists the clans will come around once they see "the truth of what the world has in store for them". The group largely takes a backseat after this point in the Po3/OoTS arc, with Darktail and his closer followers making an appearance later when they come to collect the injured Frosty from WindClan, as well as when Darktail infiltrates the final battle to take his revenge on his father Onestar and his half-siblings. Darktail kills Onestar during the Great Battle and greatly injures Harespring to the point he barely survives, traumatizing Harespring.

A VISION OF SHADOWS TIME

Now we reach AVoS finally. Peace only lasts for 3 moons before Darktail returns to make his claim on the clans. After the Great Battle, with StarClan now locked away, many of the clans feel hopeless and uncertain of their future - the ones who weren't so close with the 12 aren't going to exactly understand the ins-and-outs of all they went through. Darktail now sees what Sol meant when he said "the truth of what the world has in store for them", and takes advantage of the hopelessness amongst the clans. The Kin had hurt them, yes, but many were wondering if Sol's words had been true, and if perhaps they were nothing more than rogues now if they didn't have the guidance of StarClan. This is the sway Darktail uses to recruit cats to his side and divide the clans, particularly those young and know little of the world of stars. Alderpaw ends up joining Darktail because he sees the injured amongst Darktail's group, and wishes to help them, perhaps even hopeful he can reason with Darktail and persuade them against attacking when the clans are at their lowest point. Like if Darktail had attacked right then and there, the clans would be on the brink of destruction with their instability. Surprisingly Darktail takes Alderpaw up on this and brings him back to camp alongside the one other cat who steps up wanting to come along - Needlepaw, much to her parent's dismay.

Other recruits join later for one reason or the other. These include:

ThunderClan: Lilypaw, Seedpaw, Sorreltail, Rosepetal, and Bumblestripe

ShadowClan: Berryheart, Starlingwing, Juniperpaw, Sleekpaw, Puddlepaw, Yarrowleaf, Pinenose

WindClan: Oatclaw, Furzepelt, Slightfoot, Hootwhisker, Frostysnow, and Owlwhisker

Riverclan: Icewing, Grasspelt, Shimmerpelt, Sneezecloud, Heronwing, and Copperpaw

SkyClan: Sunnypelt, Bouncefire, Plumwillow, Sandynose, and Bellaleaf (Twigkit and Violetkit have been here since The Great Battle)

Things actually start... good? Alderpaw is surprised by how close many of The Kin are, taking care of each other and working together just as a clan would. Alderpaw is the sole knowledge of herbs and is busy taking care of many cats, quickly earning their favor with his kindness. This actually becomes a liability for Darktail over time because soon Alderheart will have more sway over him in who people look to for clan decisions.

As the first to join The Kin, Alderpaw and Needlepaw are the first clan cats to learn what really happened to Hawkwing's kits - who have been nursed by a she-cat named Silt up until that point alongside her daughter Dragonfly. Silt is rather quick to clarify they're not her kits, saying Darktail brought them to her, and things fall into place from there. Alderpaw makes sure the kits are growing well, while Needlepaw declares herself Needletail despite clearly still being apprentice age. Needletail thinks this is all great and she loves the freedom she has as cats don't talk to her and treat her as an equal. However, Darktail's cruelty soon begins to show itself as he lashes out as his own cats when they do wrong in his eyes. It seems the name Sol greatly upsets him, the name of the group's former leader who left them...

Alderpaw and Needletail become very close with the kits, looking out for and protecting them under Darktail's continuously cruel reign that they realize they have no way to escape. When recruits begin wanting to go home, Darktail doesn't allow it, and makes an example of what will happen to those who try and flee. He drowns and kills Furzepelt and Heronwing after their attempt, placing the clan cats in a state of submission. Slowly Twig and Violet grow, the two asking to have clan names like the rest of the cats they've been growing with, and Alderpaw and Needletail name them Twigpaw and Violetpaw. In return, Twigpaw names Alderpaw Alderheart because of his kind heart that always looked out for them. The clan cats, who regret their choice to join Darktail's group and feel stupid, become incredibly close and tight knit, leaning on each other in these times. We learn more about what drove cats here, Juniperclaw and Alderheart bonding over their mothers being often too busy to spend time with them when they were little due to their deputy duties, and how their fathers died before they had the chance to see them receive their full names. Eventually a coup is planned to overthrow Darktail, but there's a spy in their midst - Sleekwhisker warns Darktail and he takes the masterminds behind it all to be executed via drowning: Alderheart, Needletail, and Juniperclaw. Needletail is executed first, much to the horror of Alderheart and Juniperclaw. Twigpaw and Violetpaw desperately try to intervene, but are held back by Darktail's goons. Just when Juniperclaw is next though, WindClan cats Sunstrike, Breezepelt, Thistleheart and Smokepaw ambush the camp, led by the still unnamed leader, Harespring. This is a big moment for Harespring as since the beginning of the arc he had been terrified of Darktail and feeling hopeless due to his inability to lead his clan. Learning he can be WindClan's leader with or without StarClan's blessing, he attacks Darktail and gives the clan cats the opening to fight back. Sorreltail, Owlwhisker, and Thistleheart are killed though.

Alderheart hasn't seen his family in so long and is excited to reunite with ThunderClan fully, but Twigpaw refuses to leave his side, and Violetpaw is especially shaken after watching Needletail die. Knowing the two sisters are SkyClan cats, the still grief-stricken Alderheart brings them to SkyClan and reunites them with their father, Hawkwing. Even when he tries to leave though, Twigpaw panics. She wants to go back to the way things were before - where they played with Plumwillow's kits, wrestled with Juniperclaw, and cuddled under Alderheart's soft fur. Those days were scary under Darktail, but they were all Twigpaw knew, and she didn't want to be left here with these strangers. Hawkwing gives Alderheart permission to bring Twigpaw with him to ThunderClan for the time being, unable to see her in such a state. Violetpaw stays with SkyClan, looking for stability after all this time of longing for it. The two sisters say their goodbyes before separating.

Alderheart returns to ThunderClan, who welcome him back joyfully. Squirrelflight, Hollystar, Lionblaze, and Jayfeather are the first to embrace him, before he's reunited with his sister Sparkfire. They get to catch up, Alderheart learning she had a budding relationship with Ambermoon and Toadstep's son Larksong. He gets to spend time with Lionblaze's kits, Bramblepaw and Leafpaw. He's finally home, surrounded by the people he loved, and yet... it didn't feel like home. He was thinking about how Juniperclaw was doing back in ShadowClan, if Violetpaw was settling in ok in SkyClan, if Frostysnow and her kits had managed to stay together on their way back to WindClan, and if Copperpelt had been able to make up with her brother like she said she would when she got to RiverClan. He had Rosepetal, who felt the same, as well as Lilyheart and Seedflare who did their best to show Twigpaw around and how she could make friends her own age with Bramblepaw and Leafpaw. But Twigpaw too felt it. Many of them felt it. Not all... but many.

They missed each other.

Darktail still wasn't gone though. Alderheart had a newfound conviction to see his friends again, in a place where Darktail didn't rule them. He saw what a world of cats was like even without StarClan, without the same laws, and the way they loved and cared. They were a clan, but they were also different, and Alderheart wanted to preserve that. Twigpaw is named Twigshade by Alderheart, as the she-cat denies Hollystar's name of Twigbranch and insists Alderheart should be one to name her. Alderheart manages to get his family to back him up in forming an alliance with the other four clans, all except for Sparkfire, who wants to put things to rest and move on with life. She finally had her brother back. She lost him once and didn't want to lose him again to Darktail. She refuses to fight in the battle and stays in camp, the she-cat's belly beginning to show signs of her pregnancy. Hollystar easily manages to get the newly named Harestar and WindClan on their side, as well as Leafstar and SkyClan, with Mistystar slower to accept but coming around at Pebblefoot's request. Rowanstar is the toughest, the tom having the hardest time with his clan after things with Darktail, and his deputy Dawnpelt having to step up and keep things in order. We learn Juniperclaw is not having a good time as Dawnpelt treats him with scorn due to his betrayal, telling him its his fault Crowfrost was dead. Puddlepaw is still being refused his full medicine cat name by Littlecloud, Yarrowleaf is being shamed for falling pregnant with Nettle's kits, Berryheart and Starlingwing are mourning their only daughter's death - it's a mess all around. It takes some arguing, but Dawnpelt comes around, her and Rowanstar agreeing to assist.

The clans unite and go to war with The Kin once more. Harestar goes face to face with Darktail, who still believes the WindClan leader lacks his nine lives. In the battle Sandstorm, Larksong, Rowanstar, Pinenose, Lioneye, Frostysnow, Morningflower, Gorsetail, Petalfur, Copperpelt, Rushtail, Firefern, Sandynose, Reedclaw all lose their lives. Harestar kills Darktail without losing a life, symbolism for him not necessarily needing the lives to defeat Darktail, and also finally putting an end to his terror. The Kin flee without their leader, and Alderheart rallies his once clanmates.

The Kin was disbanded, but Alderheart surprises his family when he wishes to leave ThunderClan and join SkyClan to be with Twigshade and Violetshine.

This obviously skips over a lot like Violetshine's SkyClan stuff, Smokehaze's POV in WindClan, Sparkfire things, Tree, The Sisters & Sol stuff, the last third of AVoS with Shadowpaw and Sparkfire, Harespring's nine lives, Willowshine's StarClan connection, etc - just things about the The Kin.

I hope you enjoyed reading that though, and thank you for supporting Power of Twelve!!

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Here's my girl Robinpine and her story so far:

Robinpine was born to her fathers Wheatpelt and Cobaltfreckle alongside her sister Fernspot. The clan was very small at the time, so Robinkit and Fernkit were the only ones in the nursery for their duration. At the age of 4 moons, Robinkit began looking up to Pinepaw, the next youngest cat in the clan. Pinepaw was very playful with Robinkit and Fernkit, without shirking on her apprentice duties in the slightest. Robinkit didn't realize it until she was an apprentice herself, but she had a crush on the molly.

Robinkit was apprenticed to Marigoldtree, an incredibly young warrior less than 12 moons older than herself, while Fernkit was chosen by Sandivy to begin training as FlameClan's next Medicine Cat. Marigoldtree was a dutiful mentor to Robinpaw, who spent a good deal of her time longing for Pinepaw, who ended up receiving her warrior name, Pinewillow, when Robinpaw was 9 moons old. A moon later, Robinpaw, Marigoldtree, and Pinewillow were all on hunting patrol together. Searching rabbit burrows, Robinpaw was snapped at by a wolverine. Scared for her life, the apprentice called for her mentor and ran, while Pinewillow lunged at the wolverine to prevent it from catching Robinpaw. Pinewillow was killed quickly by the wolverine as Marigoldtree rushed his apprentice back to camp.

Robinpaw was incredibly crushed, but after Pinewillow's vigil, had a dream of the molly, who assured her to continue her life, and to let herself feel driven by her love.

Robinpaw passed her warrior assessment at 11 moons old, and request from Dawnstar to have her warrior name be Robinpine in honor of Pinewillow. She was granted this name.

Yet more tragedy was in store for the young warrior, however. Just two moons after she was made a warrior, after she had finally gotten used to being a full-fledge warrior of FlameClan, her father Wheatpelt passed from greencough. This was a huge blow to the family, and the consequences have lead to Robinpine and Fernspot still having a cooler relationship with their other father Cobaltfreckle.

Moons and moons passed, a few rogues and kittypets joined the clan, notably in the case of Robinpine, a rogue named Gust was brought to camp by Fernspot who found her ill while gathering herbs. Robinpine did her best to make Gust feel welcome, and had middling success. She often ended up unintentionally making Gust feel uncomfortable, which guilted Robinpine. But through patrols, border skirmishes, and badger attacks, the two mollies grew close, Gustwhisker (who had taken a warrior name) confessed love to Robinpine, and the pair mated.

Leadership of the clan changed quickly and suddenly, the deputy Condortooth had retired due to age and injury, with Dawnstar retiring not long after due to age again and grief over a lost mate. This left Greenquiver, now Greenstar, leader, and Marigoldtree deputy.

Seeming to use this as an opportunity to take territory, a rival clan, Mudclan, began war with Flameclan. A few cats on both sides died, Greenstar losing two lives in the war. Robinpine had barely survived a battle which left her tail completely mangled, and it had to be amputated by Fernspot to prevent infection.

Robinpine began expecting kits with Gustwhisker after the clan had eventually found stability under its inexperienced leaders. She moved into the nursery, and had a litter of four: Wildkit, Popkit, Wheatkit, and Drizzlekit. Robinpine adored motherhood.

Which made it all the more devastating when Wheatkit and Drizzlekit caught kittencough at 3 moons old.

They were moved to the medicine cat den, where Fernspot worked herself near to death to save the lives of her nieces. Wheatkit succumbed to the disease within the moon, but Drizzlekit eventually recovered, her apprenticeship delayed a moon.

It took a long time for the grief over Wheatkit to subside. A very long time. Wildkit, Popkit, and Drizzlekit had become warriors (Wildcloud, Popwave, and Drizzlebeam) before Robinpine finally hit the stage of acceptance.

That finally brings us to now. Robinpine is 46 moons old while her kits are 14 moons old. Robinpine has been assigned her first apprentice, Snowpaw, Greenstar's kit. Time will tell if Robinpine's loving nature can influence Snowpaw to be less self-centered.

She looks too cool to not do a fullbody

#warriors oc #warrior cats oc #wc oc #ms paint #kittypet.png #highlighted art

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batmanie · 2 months

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No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, the love was all around her, even in such an unlikely place like Arkham Asylum. Whichever direction she turned her head, she could see the signs of romance hanging in the air like a pesky virus.

Mary Louise Dahl – the former main lead in the popular sitcom, who had been deemed criminally insane after that one unfortunate incident, when she had kidnapped her ex-coworkers – not a big deal, really, comparing to some other inmates’ antics – was passing the time in her lonely cell, doing her best not to go totally mad.

It was Valentine’s day again, and Calendar Man was going on and on about this stupid holiday for fools. She hated this time of the year with all her might. Nothing rubbed her the wrong way as much as celebrating romance.

She was sitting on her cot, pressing her small hands to her ears, and trying to block the noises coming from a neighboring cell. It didn’t help much. She could still hear Harleen crying her eyes out over her latest breakup with the Clown, who had tossed her out of a moving car for some minor remark she had made, a day before Valentine’s.

It weren’t mere sounds of sobbing, nor wails of anguish, that bothered Mary this much. No, it was the fact that doctor Quinzel had something Baby Doll could never have – a romantic relationship – as toxic as it was, it was still better than none, at least Mary thought so.

“Poor thing,” the guards who were passing by Harleen’s cell tend to say.

“Poor Harley, used by the Joker yet again, and thrown away like trash.” Even the doctors seemed to pity the clown-girl for some reason.

No one ever felt sorry for Mary for not knowing what was it like – to love and to have a broken heart.

It was not only Harleen’s teary story that made Mary feel bad about herself. Arkham, as unloving as it might be, held quite a few tragic lovers within its cold, brick walls.

Take Jervis Tetch, for example, the ex-neuroscientist waited for Mary to arrive at the Arkham canteen at the dinner time. He greeted her with a toothy grin as she entered the dining area.

He was kind enough to pick her up, and sat her down in a high chair that the staff had prepared for her beforehand. He joined her for the meal as he often did. And all would be nice and well, if not for Jervis rambling on about a single topic – his Alice – the girl he thought he loved.

The blonde man praised Alice’s golden locks, her innocent smile, and her curious mind. While Mary tried to eat her food, he was yapping nonstop – making Baby Doll sick to her stomach.

She quickly decided, she hated that Alice-girl for claiming this man’s stupid heart and mind so completely. The one thing that Mary simply couldn’t do.

After suffering through yet another Alice-related story from the Hatter, Baby Doll sneaked out from the canteen, right under the noses of the Arkham staff. Small, and usually unnoticed, she simply hid under the table, and when everyone else was gone, she walked out the door to find a storage room, where the belongings of the patients were stored.

Mary sorted through the rogues private staff, just to keep herself distracted on this most frustrating day. She dug out a box containing the wooden ventriloquist puppet of Arnold Wesker. She put it on top of a cardboard box and dropped a proper curtsy.

“Good evening Mr. Scarface. May I have this dance?” she asked, outstretching her arm and pretending the dummy was a real man she could have charmed with her smile.

Later on, she found one of Scarecrow’s books about fear of commitment and decided to read it.

She got a little bored soon after, so she got back to sorting through the stuff. It was when she found out that Harvey Dent still had a picture of his blonde fiance in his wallet.

Grace, was it? A kind-looking young lady, a pretty face for sure, most likely tall, long-legged, just like Mary could have been – if not for her condition.

Two-face kept receiving long letters from Grace. Mary didn’t read any of them, of course, but she entertained herself with guessing what could be written inside them.

“I still love you, Harvey.” Was that what Grace would tell him? “I’m waiting for you to get better and to return home. I’m so lonely without you.”

What would some stupid Grace, some good looking blonde bimbo, possibly know about loneliness? She had gotten Dent to put a ring on her, and she could find a new man in no time.

By the evening, Baby Doll was back in her cell, explaining to the guards that she had gotten herself lost, and the idiots actually had believed her.

Resting on her cot, much too large for her tiny body, with her short legs dangling from the edge of the bed, she looked at the evening sky through the bars at her small window. Her blue eyes looking for a sign of little snowflakes falling from the cell above hers.

Trapped in his frozen cell at the top floor of Arkham, there was Viktor Fries, the sad widower, mourning his late wife. Mary had never met him, but she knew his story, and she knew it was love that had made him a villain – because what else?

If anything at all, it had been not love but a lack of it that had made Baby Doll a bad girl. It had been rage and jealousy at everyone that had their families, their lovers to share the joys and sorrows of a daily life with. She had none of that, and it was unfair. She wished she could be someone’s Alice, and Grace, and Nora. But no matter how hard she tried to believe she could be that one day, such a miracle would never happen.

Cruel fate had robbed her of all pleasures of adulthood. She was denied her first kiss, holding hands, and feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Who would love a freak like her? Who would see a woman in this small, child-like body?

“Good evening, Miss Dahl,” the friendly voice of Kyle, the new nurse guy, snapped her out of her sad pondering. “It’s time for your meds.”

The guy must have been a fan of her show back in the days, why else would he be so awfully nice?

She sighed and jumped down from her cot, getting to the door to receive her prescribed medication. It surprised her, she had never noticed it before, but the nurse guy was crippled, missing his left hand. Was he born that way? Strange that she missed that detail about him.

Trying not to stare, she gulped down the pills, and let Kyle take her temperature and pulse, she returned to her cot, climbing on top with an effort. Then she noticed something odd, a brown ball, the size of a human fist, laying on her bedside drawer.

It caught her eyes immediately as she was certain it hadn’t been there before. She reached her hand to inspect the mysterious object.

It was soft and sticky to the touch, just like a chewing gum, and when she poked it with her finger, the ball bubbled, like a dense liquid, and shifted its shape, turning into a little heart, then into a singing bird, and then once more into a flower.

Baby Doll smiled involuntarily, as she recognized what it was.

“Let me tell you something, actor to actor,” she said, holding the flower made of clay in both her hands. The flower changed into an ear, as if ready to listen to her. “That was a damn good performance, Mr. Hagen. Your ‘Kyle’ got me totally convinced there, and I’m quite surprised by this twist.” She giggled softly, and watched the ear transforming into a pair of lips.

The mouth in her hands spoke with a rough male voice. “Why, thank you. I just thought you may want some company, Miss Dahl.”

He was right, she really wanted, but she was not simply going to admit that to Clayface.

“Did you go through all this trouble just to wish me a happy Valentine’s?” She mocked. “Or are you rather going to offer me a supporting role in your newest act?”

Now, it was Clayface’s turn to let out a soft chuckle. “Supporting? No. For you, Dolly, I’ll always keep a leading role open.”

#happy valentine's day #baby doll #Mary Louise Dahl #mary dahl #clayface #matt hagen #claydoll #batman fanfiction #my story #temarcia #batmanie

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just some more silly rouges headcanons! some long ones because I had some specific ideas

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

- Riddler attempts to do a DND group with the other rogues but it's a disaster. Joker's character is just him and his backup character is literally Batman but he's determined he can justify either character's existence in the campaign:

"no you cannot have a batarang, this is in a fantasy world!!"

”But what if I can recreate all the materials within the confines of your dumb world?”

but Twoface and Harvey have separate characters (of course one is lawful good and one is lawful evil) and both are convinced they could just flip a coin to determine a dexterity check and dice are stupid. Scarecrow is either playing on his phone or even worse, he’s intently making choices that’ll just bug Riddler and he is always getting 20s somehow. Ivy might be the only person who's taking this seriously, she has a well thought out chaotic neutral druid character and Harley is her chaotic good warrior girlfriend. Clayface comes but to help Riddler by transforming into monsters and npc characters to "flesh out the world" but he's super overdramatic and is having WAY too much fun. Just when Riddler thinks they'll never wanna try DND again, Harley is like "so same time next week Eddie??" And it becomes a regular thing, and it's a mess every time. Batman catches on and busts into what he thinks is a secret evil villain meeting only to find all the rogues arguing on how to kill an evil wizard cult.. then he gets to stay when he makes a legitimately helpful suggestion (they give him the Batman character sheet Joker made)

- Joker has a fashion Instagram where he posts his outfit of the day & other looks. Riddler commented once that he "didn't think those shoes went with that skirt??", he was immediately blocked because Joker is petty

- Catwoman’s secret guilty pleasure is webkinz, she never got to have one in her childhood and decided to just start stealing cat plushes. Yes sometimes she gets online and plays the minigames, they’re fun!

- Riddler is constantly buying Scarecrow new cell phones. When he doesn't want to be bothered, Jonathan just breaks them or hucks them into the Gotham river. Do not bother him while he plays animal crossing! His henchmen saw him once pick up his ringing phone and drop it into a vat of chemicals, all while playing still on his switch

- Ivy can only style her own hair (she's part plant so technically she can just grow it at will and make it go into ponytails/braids). Harley learned this the hard way when she asked for help putting her hair in ponytails and Ivy almost accidentally poked her eye out

- Twoface & Harvey are both very scared of Tiktok and don’t get it. It’s not that he’s against it, he just doesn’t understand it. There is way too much going on and it's stressful

- Scarecrow is the soul reason Gotham has a year around Halloween store. He held one up and refused to yield until they passed a physical law making it year round

- Every Halloween season, Scarecrow makes a goal to give one of the rogues a scare (not with fear gas, direct stuff. Mostly not deadly, just props and fun stuff). Jonathan saves Riddler last every time and he dreads it. Honestly Riddler ends up scaring himself way more dreading the scare

- Killer croc is constantly having to hop into the sewers to retrieve Twoface’s coin when it rolls into a grate. Several times now, Batman has rolled up to Twoface/Harvey hugging waylon and sobbing thank yous

- Scarecrow is one of those people who is completely numb to gore and injury stuff. Riddler will be like "how'd your heists last night go??" And Jonathan just sends him a picture of his fractured leg he took like right after breaking it

- For the holidays, the rogues actually do get each other gifts (Joker freaking loves Christmas/celebrating in general and throws an all holidays party every December) and it's usually chaotic. While Penguin is the kind of person who bought his gifts in March, Twoface is the type of person who went shopping at 6 am on Christmas Eve because he swore he had more time (he pulls it off but definitely had to fight a mom for the boots he got Harley). Scarecrow and Riddler usually get stuck wrapping everything until four am, most of the time scarecrow passes out in a pile of wrapping paper and ribbon, leaving riddler to handle the rest. Harley makes gifts for her friends, she usually gets incredibly obsessed with a particular medium every year. One year it was personalized charm bracelets, it's also been knitted sweaters, ceramic mugs and bowls, etc. Ivy just gets everyone a visa giftcard because she hates shopping. Except she does get Harley something sweet

- Harley likes to play scratch tickets, not for the money but for the fun, but often doesn't have a coin on her person. One time Twoface caught her trying to use a pair of scissors to scratch a ticket and not being able to stand that sight, actually offered her his coin. She actually won!

- Riddler and Joker have had some nasty sibling style fights before but their worst one happened when Riddler decided to just pretend Joker didn’t exist. Joker is going ape shit about being ignored/trying his hardest to push Eddie’s buttons and he’s just filing his nails like “Do you guys hear anything? I swear the floorboards are creaking..”

- Scarecrow keeps all his old costumes and hangs them up in his hideout as actual scarecrows, It's as creepy as it sounds. Jonathan also enjoys perching and pretending to also be a scarecrow to scare the shit out of people. Riddler may have accidentally given him a black eye the last time he tried to grab him

- Harley has a pair of wireless earbuds she's constantly dropping on capers. They're running away and she has to awkwardly run back to scoop her earbuds up

- Catwoman partnered with Ivy to launch their own eco friendly cruelty free makeup brand. She came to Ivy with the idea after getting a brand offer from an unsavory makeup company. They both launched a “hostile” takeover and rebranded the company into their own business. They have their own personal lines but have also done collab lines with the other villains. Twoface’s line came with two different sets of each product that could mix and match into different looks, Harley’s had a perfume called “cotton candy clown sweat”, Riddler’s had a set of question mark shaped makeup brushes, Clayface had a series of facemasks in his line, and many more great products. No one can even be mad about how successful their company is, the makeup is really good and 99% of the profits go to charity

#dc #joker #poison ivy #pamela isley #riddler #edward nygma #scarecrow #jonathan crane #Harley Quinn #Twoface #harvey dent #clayface #killer croc #waylon jones #basil karlo #silly rogues headcanons #for funsies #Catwoman #Selina Kyle

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