#but like they’re both very earnest and well meaning kind people

[chynandri]

Cuz I’ve been drawing engage for donations/comm I watched some supports out of curiosity. Diamant really feels like Chrom in some ways, cuz even the cadence of how they talk is similar. However I realized the difference is that Chrom has snark and… is kind of a brat (?) sometimes LMAO… and Diamant just seems like an all around standup guy from the supports

[waroferas]

can i ask you the worst question because ninjago has been on my fucking mind AGAIN. what if. fsa au where the colors are the ninja. colors do not have to match . I have no idea if this will actually match up well 😭

when i said i probably had an answer that was not meant as a Challenge 😭 thank you so much though i love doing stuff like this

Blue - Kai

they are both hotheaded, have an interest in combat, and have a significant arc where they struggle with caring about their team and trusting other people to be competent . they are drawn to other people with Similarly combative demeanors and are prone to putting themselves in Bad situations out of pride.

Vio - Jay

Imagine the most special smartest guy ever who manages to make all the wrong decisions . tends to be self reliant and is not very smart when it comes to maintaining relationships . both kind of fake? and (IN MY OPINION) have some self esteem issues that mean they would hate the idea of meeting someone similar to them LOL. in the end these two act very differently from eachother but in my minds eye are cut from similar cloths

Red - Zane

Two guys who are misunderstood and often ostracized bc of their perceived differences !! those differences being: they are earnest and openly care about other people. The unspoken glue of their teams!! not much else to say unfortunately but they would get along like a house on fire u.u or on . ice?

Green - Cole

both with leadership qualities and skills in mediation !! ^.^ a bit hesitant to be a part of a group but ultimately the first to wholeheartedly embrace it. both are kind of hard to figure out on a surface level, but maintain that they are dependable, competent, and have strong instincts. chronically just a little bit awkward in social situations, but it comes from a very real desire to connect that neither of them know how to deal with. OH ALSO i just remembered they both have rlly shitty punny humor . god i hate them (chronically attached)

Shadow - Lloyd

was tempted to leave both of these guys out, which is exactly why they work together. oddball Additions to the Prime group, initially childish pawns of the True antagonist. they are both representations of what the rest of the group hate. in the end they’re embraced once they have a change of heart and are revealed for the scared kids that they are. there are probably more personality-specific lines to draw between them but Honestly most of it would be my own personal canon at that point. because lloyd didn’t have to die for the others to accept him and we never got to see a post-redemption shadow.

[whenthegoldrays]

Hmmm, I’m not sure how many words this is (definitely not 500), but this is for the 500 word ask about your fanfiction thingy? You know? 😭😭😭

Anyways, even though I didn’t watch Live Up To Your Name, I still read this anyway (because I just read fics when they seem interesting), so I was wondering about your thought process cause I loved the tension 😍 ——— His eyes widen. “You were lost? In this cold? That's terrible. How long had you been lost for?”

“Oh, about five minutes. Last night was the first time I came here, so I couldn’t remember the way.”

He nods. “Were you— were you supposed to be meeting your boyfriend? Because he was here. He left about five minutes ago.”

“You mean Jae-ha?”

“Yes.”

“Well— yes, I was trying to catch up to him.”

“You two seem very familiar with each other,” interrupts Mak-gae.

Yeon Kyung and Im both laugh lightly.

“We actually, uh, knew each other,” Yeon Kyung explains.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, we met last night when she was here with her boyfriend.”

“Not my boyfriend,” Yeon Kyung corrects him.

“…Oh. Not your boyfriend.”

“Just my friend.”

“Just your friend,” he repeats mechanically. The weight of the words seems to hang in the air between them.

They look at each other for a very long five seconds before Mak-gae, eyeing them suspiciously, clears her throat. “Dear me, I feel like an intruder all of a sudden.”

This breaks the spell.

Yeon Kyung looks away before he does. “So anyway, I was here with — ahem — said friend last night, and your brother happened to be here as well.”

“Well, how about that?” smiles Mak-gae. “And here you two are again.”

“Here we are,” they agree, mirth sparkling in the eyes of both.

okay since I’m answering asks about my writing it’s finally (!!!!) time to answer this. sorry for the delay 🧍🏻‍♀️

thank you so much for the love btw!! and I’m going to be long-winded and a little pedantic, so I’m placing it under the cut :)

So in canon, Yeon Kyung is annoyed by Im’s attachment to her at first, but that’s because of the highly unusual circumstances they meet under. In this AU, though, they meet under normal circumstances (both as members of a minority in a foreign country), so I think she’d be drawn to him and his earnestness and interest in her from the get-go. And like, obviously they’re both a little guarded at first, because they’re meeting in a bar and yeah, it’s hard to trust new people in these surroundings, but this is an important moment for them both. Like, they’re both trying to play it cool, Im is slyly trying to find out if Jae-ha is her boyfriend, but he finds out that she was wandering around in the cold and he does worry because that’s his way — he’s interested in this woman he’s met and he hopes she’s safe and okay. So this act of coolness he’s somewhat putting on kind of cracks in this moment and he just starts asking her if she’s okay and how long she’d been lost for.

Yeon Kyung is still trying to keep it casual — after all, she worries even more than he does about staying safe, day in and day out, especially with the job she has. But Im’s concern and Mak-gae’s friendliness do start to get to her. I love having Mak-gae here as Im’s (step)sister because she’s very perceptive as well as friendly (and like, Yeon Kyung really needs a female friend in this city). She immediately sees that there’s more there than meets the eye, and she’s not afraid to point it out.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Im hinting that Jae-ha is Yeon Kyung’s boyfriend is also inspired by canon, though I kind of did a little reversal here. In canon, Yeon Kyung is annoyed by Im and then he sees her brighten up when Jae-ha visits her, so he assumes she has something going on with Jae-ha. But here, Im’s introduction to Jae-ha is actually hearing Yeon Kyung complain about him, and then seeing her being annoyed by how… I don’t wanna say possessive? but how much he’s like, up in her business. And like,, boyfriends can be like that too, sometimes, so he worries. And back to the present, he tries to figure out if that’s really the case. Which is a little confusing to Yeon Kyung at first, but then she’s also like ahh. he means Jae-ha.

Anyway, Mak-gae cuts in — “you two seem very familiar with each other.” I cannot stress enough how much she is, immediately, their first shipper. And this, of course, gives Im a chance to hint even more about Yeon Kyung’s relationship status, and she immediately has to jump in and clarify that no, Jae-ha is not her boyfriend. Which is definitely a huge relief to Im and leads to that little ✨moment✨ between them. It opens their acquaintance up to, perhaps, something more.

Also, Yeon Kyung looking away first! She’s still guarded, whereas Im is already like, deep in it from the start. But again, grateful for Mak-gae being there because she helps keep things from getting too complicated or too intense or awkward. She cuts in with just a little remark, just something honest, and snaps them back into reality so that they can keep developing that new friendship instead of getting stuck in their own heads about things.

And yeah! Those are my thoughts and the characters’ thoughts during this scene. This was actually so fun to go through and explain >< and it made me want to continue writing the next chapter as well! So thank you for this 🫶🏼🫶🏼

fic ask game

[afterthefeast]

ep 5 rewatch

lieutenant little child of divorce moments

the implication is that when fitzjames says the men are becoming upset by silna they’re equally as upset by goodsir’s closeness with her as her presence itself — it’s one thing if she is on the ship as a potentially malevolent witch they can avoid, but another altogether if one of them consciously tries to undermine the boundary between them/us. they can’t so easily Other silna if goodsir’s there chatting away.

“your nails are a terror” i think fitzjames saying this to you is probably one of the most embarrassing things that could happen on this ship

“the raft of the medusa” does not bode well for crozier and fitzjames working relationship this

blanky doesn’t know about crozier asking little to raid erebus’s liquor stores. interesting insight into little’s position in that obviously crozier is much closer to blanky — and their friendship and shared experience renders them more equal than little can be with crozier, his direct superior. little’s just got such a shit brief man tbh after this i think he’s almost justified abandoning crozier

“my father drank gin” / “put a bullet in me before i drink gin”

hickey & goodsir — this scene is interesting mostly for what it says about crozier, i think. goodsir isn’t actually unique in being immune to hickey’s charm; if anything crozier is for falling for it. irving, fitzjames, little and indeed billy are all well aware to some degree that hickey is not what he says he is, or at least that he’s mostly talk. and hickey is definitely not the smooth talker he thinks he is, mostly cause his position in the crew is pretty lame, like some people like him and most think he’s irritating. i also don’t mean to suggest that crozier necessarily falls for hickey’s charm offensive in the sense that he gets taken in or anything. it’s more that i think it shows crozier doesn’t so much care? like he drinks with hickey for exactly the reasons billy says, he’ll drink with anyone (just ask jopson), but he also doesn’t pay attention to hickey long enough to notice anything out of the ordinary even though he should know more than any of them! he can tell hickey’s not from limerick but the story hickey gives rings true enough that crozier’s ultimately not that interested in picking it apart and it takes hickey’s capture of silna to ring any actual alarm bells. it shows that for all that he does very much care about the men under his command, crozier does so in abstract. he certainly wants them to be safe and protected, but he will do so from a distance (he will even suggest leaving them behind to find hudson bay).

hickey brushing his hair behind his ear before he talks to billy once again he is not smooth

hickey & billy ring moment — the fact that they’re both kinda shy and genuinely excited by this despite having already basically divorced by this point. the thing about hickey is that for all he is a very complex character, he is actually pretty easy to read in the moment, intentionally i think. like he has the same shit-eating smirk for when he’s lying and pleased with himself, he has the same overly-earnest tone when he’s trying to manipulate people, and his expressions generally ring as fake (ie earnestly listening to irving telling him to paint watercolours, spinning that yarn to crozier fj and little about capturing silna etc). all of this means that, tbh, i kind of think for the audience second time round it’s possible to spot moments of genuine emotion from hickey and this is one of them. especially when he seems genuinely upset billy thinks he’s gonna do something sexual with his hand. i don’t think hickey and billy ever felt anything overly romantic for each other, but this a brief and kind of sweet moment where i think you can see how they both wish they could engage with other people in general. and more than that it’s obviously a fleeting moment of positivity in otherwise bleak circumstances.

i’ll be honest irving telling manson he’s a heathen for being scared of hearing his friend’s ghosts genuinely made me hate him the first time. however his insane religious mania is a little funny it’s got to be said. hickey jumping in to help him is a great moment too especially coming after giving billy the ring, it’s an example of how he hasn’t fully lost his humanity yet, he’s still capable of feeling human closeness and connection.

tozer cutting heather’s nails honestly a standout moment for me along with the tobacco in hickey’s hammock last episode. kind of subtle thesis statements for the show imo — bonds between people in bad situations are ultimately more important than anything else.

crozier calling goodsir doctor — the arctic is slowly stripping away all the gilt and artifice of victorian social customs until what matters is what people actually are rather than what they say they are. i was trying to articulate this in my post about last episode but couldn’t when crozier says “does one not bring one’s habits to Terror” because i think by saying that he’s shown he realises that the arctic strips men down to their bare essentials, and from there people have a choice about who they are and who they want to be; your base self is revealed. crozier’s realised that at his core he still holds all the flaws he hates in himself. his foil here is obviously hickey, but i’ll save the analysis of who they both become for when it happens.

the things goodsir talks about with silna — the land, their tools and clothing. the thing is he’s right in the sense that this is the way to get to know silna but also it’s ultimately more important as well. for them to get to know each other as people, not as the mystical controller of a magical bear. tools and clothing are also like, the most fundamental elements of humanity as well; it’s really getting right down to the basics of human coexistence (as we’ll see later as well with irving and kuvoyek exchanging meat and a spyglass). put things into perspective too — steam engines and uniform are ultimately just tools and clothing, and not particularly useful ones at this juncture either.

crozier asks silna how tunbaaq knew to put franklin in the same hole as silna’s father, and who told it? illustrative really of a fundamental misunderstanding of the arctic — crozier and his men view it as inert, neutral, terra incognita merely waiting for civilisation. whereas to silna it is her home, it contains life and has meaning irrespective of humanity. likewise, crozier cannot conceive of tunbaaq as having any will of its own, it requires a human agent to essentially wield it. on some level goodsir understands this as he refuses to ask silna how to kill tunbaaq; for all that tunbaaq is attacking terror and erebus, it’s doing so because of their actions in killing silna’s father and attempting the expedition in the first place. silna is still possibly it’s shaman and though she is scared of it it’s not fair to ask her how to kill something that obviously has importance to her. i’m not going for a tunbaaq is the arctic 1:1 comparison here but it’s more about the mindset with which crozier is approaching these similar problems.

i’m not even going to bother analysing crozier punching fitzjames it’s too easy. the rituals are intricate intimacy through violence blah blah. however i WILL say that this happening right after crozier tells fj not to call him francis is interesting because that’s revoking the basic sign of intimacy in victorian english culture (calling someone by their christian name). like that’s the very first level of friendship gone, but this is followed by what i think is the first time they touch at all?

thomas blanky you mad bastard

blanky talking about being engaged to tunbaaq - im gonna start keeping a record of every time marriage is invoked in this show.

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Shuuen no Virche - Lucas Proust Short Story

Author: Satomi Nakayama

Source: Shuuen no Virche Error Salvation Official Fan Book

Laurier ~Glory • Betrayal • I won’t change until I die~

–A little while after I began helping Lucas and became friends with Nadia.

The weather had been good recently, and gentle sunshine unceasingly shone down even into the room where Nadia was hospitalised.

When I went there with Lucas to visit her in her well lit sickroom—that was when it happened.

‘Um, you know, recently I’ve been able to see “fairies.”’

‘’—............???’’

At her words, Lucas and I both couldn’t help but tilt our heads in doubt.

However, as if she had expected our reaction, she giggled with a sweet smile on her face.

‘Nadia—? By “fairies”, you mean those kinds of fairies…..?’

‘That’s right. They’re really, really cute!’

‘Cute fairies…..’

As Nadia confirmed the existence of the fairies, Lucas looked even more doubtful.

For my part, since something like the death curse existed, I thought it wouldn’t be strange even if there really were fairies. More than that…..

‘Certainly…..I wouldn’t be surprised if someone who is cute as a fairy like Nadia could see them.’

‘Fufu, you look so earnest when you say that. So much so that even I, her brother, feel bashful.’

I really had meant every word of what I had said.

‘Fufu, too bad, but that’s not it. They’re fairies that anyone can see. I think you and brother are looking at them even now.’

‘Oh, then perhaps you mean….for us to solve a riddle, Nadia?’

‘A riddle….?’

‘Not a real fairy, but a metaphor—something like that. Nadia is saying she wants us to find “something” that looks like a fairy.’

‘Something that looks like a fairy….’

I tried looking around the hospital room. And as I did, something caught my eye in the window from which tranquil sunshine entered the room. As I casually directed my gaze towards the scenery outside—

‘....Ah.’

I immediately became aware of the identity of the “fairies.”

‘What is it? Have you found a clue?’

‘Rather than a clue—I’ve found the “fairies” themselves. ….You mean those flowers, don’t you Nadia?’

Calling Lucas’s attention to the window, we looked outside together. What lay there were—very small, gold coloured flowers blooming all in a row.

‘Fufu, correct. You’re pretty amazing to find them so quickly.’

‘My, they really are lovely. If I saw them at night, I might mistake them for fairies myself.’

As if the three of us were out there walking in the peaceful garden….we gazed out at the flowers from the window.

‘—Nadia, if you like, shall I pick some of the flowers to decorate your room with?’

Nadia’s face lit up at Lucas’s suggestion. However, immediately after she shook her head.

‘I’d like that, but I think I’d feel a little bad picking flowers that look like fairies. I can see them from my bed, so it’s alright.’

Nadia murmured as if disappointed. Seeing her like that, I—

‘That’s it, then, why don’t we make “fairy flowers that won’t wither”?’

‘“Flowers that won’t wither…..”?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Let’s recreate the flowers using cloth. If we do, we won’t need to pick the real ones, and we can use them to decorate Nadia’s room.’

‘’!!’’

Hearing my suggestion, both siblings simultaneously turned to look at each other.

‘That is a very good suggestion. If you don’t mind, would you be able to teach me how to make them as well?’

‘Yes of course. Let’s make them together, Lucas.’

‘C-Can I….help too? Doctor Capucine has forbidden me from holding things like needles since they’re dangerous, but maybe there’s something else…’

‘Of course. You can choose the cloth we’ll use, and pile them up…..There are plenty of things you can do to help.’

‘.....!’

Nadia smiled like a flower coming into bloom. Seeing her look so happy, I turned to face Lucas who was beside me—

‘....As I thought, Nadia’s smile really is like a fairy’s. …..No, even cuter than a fairy’s.’

‘Haha. People may call me an overly doting brother but—I agree.’

While chuckling, we whispered to each other in low voices.

*

A few days later. With all materials ready, I came once more to visit Nadia with Lucas.

At her bedside, I spread out the many various items—-.

‘Th-this is….quite difficult. All the more, because these are small flowers we’re replicating—ouch-!’

‘Lucas, are you alright….!?’

‘N-Not to worry…..No, although I have experience with needlework itself, I do not seem to have the skill for it at all. Each time I end up putting a hole into my finger like this. ….Is there some kind of trick to it?’

‘Hmm, let’s see, it might be a little difficult to explain with words…..might I borrow your hand for a moment?’

I covered Lucas’s hand with mine, and reenacted the fine movements of using a needle.

‘Like this, one by one, you sew firmly, checking as you go.’

‘I-I see….. I’m not sure how far I’ll get with it, but I shall try.’

A serious look on his face, Lucas once more faced down the needle and cloth.

As he did so, Nadia, who had been choosing the cloth for the leaf part, giggled while looking at the two of us with her beautiful eyes and said, ‘Fufu. Looks like you’re the teacher today, Ceres.’

‘Listen, both of you. I’m really happy right now. ….Will you keep spending such lovely times as these with me from now on too?’

In reply to Nadia’s question—

‘Of course.’

‘The bonds between us will never change, Nadia. …..Let us spend more peaceful times together in the future, all three of us.’

At our answer, our beloved fairy responded with a happy looking smile that was from the heart.

[jemmo]

RE: his man 2. I love your long rant because I agree with every point. I can tell everybody’s type by the man they pursue. Seonwoo- intimidating, assertive men. Yonghee- mature, older gays. Junsung- pretty. Hyun Jin- very physically attractive shorter men. Hyunjun- kindness, competence. Sungho- physical attractiveness and banter. Dabit (the oldest)- earnestness and attentiveness. Minsung-??

aghhhh thank you lovely anon im having so much fun talking about this show nonstop bc I really am that obsessed and I need to stop my mind from buzzing while we wait for next friday.

but wow I think your ideal types are kinda spot on!!! which is interesting when you compare it to what they initially presented their ideal types as, bc some of them are pretty different. take seonwoo, he said he wanted an introvert that he can just have a chill, relaxing relationship with and yet he’s come into this house and seemed to start drama wherever he turns, which says to me he doesn’t actually prefer the quiet life like he says, otherwise he’d at least be handling the affection he’s received more like minsung, keeping it lowkey and being introspective, thinking seriously about who he likes, but no he seems too busy buzzing around everyone to actually address his own thoughts and feelings. and he does endlessly keep saying he wants to be chosen, to be pursued, which tells me you’re right, he wants someone more dominant and assertive. I think what’s stopping anyone from fulfilling that ideal type for him is that he wants the person he’s receiving attention from to be someone he likes, and it’s either that the people he likes aren’t like that, aren’t forward or chasing after him, and those that are aren’t people he has feelings for.

and similarly with yonghee, he came in saying he wanted someone small, cute, very much implying he wanted to be dominant and assertive, very much the kind of person seonwoo wants. but I think the people he’s gravitated towards are people that are older and more mature and yet still have some softness and cuteness to them, that’s why he worked so well on both his dates with jungwook and hyungjin, bc he can still feel like he’s taking care of someone and be kind and dominant in that way, but in return he gets taken care of in a more emotional way, he has someone then looking out for him, who cares about him and wants the best for him, someone he can find comfort in which I think is wonderful.

I also love that you said both sungho and junsung are looking for physical traits bc yes in a way but I don’t think it’s so vapid and surface level as I’m just here for the looks. I can’t put the relationship they have into words bc it just works so well in my eyes and I just feels like they find such comfort in each other already and I kinda don’t know how it happened but I’m so happy it did. and with the looks thing, both their careers are based around appearance which makes sense why they’d place importance on that, but I think it also means they gel well in their approach to those kinds of things, style and aesthetic and such, like they’re the couple that would just love to take cute insta pics on dates and find joy in visiting pretty cafes and nice sceneries. I’m getting ahead of myself now bc the delusions are jumping out but yeah… I just think they match so well. (Also what you said about banter… I think junsung is so good at matching the level of banter sungho has and wants in a partner)

and as for minsung… I didn’t know what his type was until the latecomers came, bc when they both came in you could see his eyes go wide. which says to me his ideal type is men, like pure men. he wants a man. and I don’t think there was anyone really like that among the original six, but both hyungjin and hyungjun fulfil that ideal perfectly. and I think it’s an ideal type that sits pretty equally between appearance and personality bc they both physically are bigger, broader and such, but also have a softness and gentleness to their personalities that creates this image of comfort, but they also both have this capacity to be both fun and cute, but also very much someone that takes care in that stereotypically manly boyfriend way. basically they found two people that are minsung ideal type and now he faces the ultimate dilemma of having to chose

[stanleyl]

oooh ok my favorites, sorry if this is long, I haven’t had the chance to write these down lol! :

the moments with Danny at the beginning when we’re getting to know him. I love the scene where Annabelle approaches him when he’s staring off into the trees and he says “I like my own company”. He’s very fragile and tender in those beginning episodes and I love what Tom does with his body language. 

The scene with Ariana and Danny at the diner and they’re choosing which movie to watch: “I don’t know if I’ll like Alien it’s a little scary” 🥹 

The scene with Ariana and Jerome arguing/being kicked outside the club, Sasha and Elijah are so good! 

Danny going into panic when he can’t find Jack in London, SO good and toms facial expressions as he’s listening to jack telling him to go back, the little nervous tics like scratching his leg. 

Johnny talking to Rya from the jail cell, his laugh, and the way his head pops out 😭, I love the way Tom played him too! 

Toms acting when Jack let Danny take over also blew me away, and I really love the stillness right after that scene, when rya offers him something to eat and they just sit in silence. Amanda and Tom are so good together.

Episode 7 is such a SHOWCASE for Tom, but my favorite is that hybrid accent he does at his hearing, he ate that upppppp. The editing and tension in that scene is *chefs kiss*

ALL the scenes between Tom and Elijah episode 8 (the eyeliner: we serve CUNT here sir 😮‍💨), but especially the ones of them smiling at each other and Jerome giving Danny advice. I love the little moments of kindness that he offered Danny. 

The scene of amanda and Emmy talking to each other in the bar, heartbreaking. I love Rya as a character and how amanda brought her to life: compassionate, caring, hopeful, maybe a bit too attached but well-meaning. I think akivas psych background as a writer and using his mother as inspo really shined here.

UGH the end of episode 8, Tom didn’t say much but his body language!! you could feel the air be sucked out of the room when candy lied on the stand. 

Episode 10: when Stan says “you know youre f*cked when the cops are rooting for you” bahahaha I love Christopher Abbott 

That ENTIRE scene of Jack and Danny fighting over control, the editing, the accent switches. I’m upset more people haven’t recognized how technically difficult  that is and Tom makes it look effortless. I hope he gets his flowers soon! 

The scene between Danny and candy at the end, so much pain and it didn’t wrap up neatly with forgiveness, which I love. You can really feel the inner turmoil between the both of them. “Maybe I’ll come back? Maybe I’ll keep asking…” Minimal dialogue but powerful

I know pockets of Twitter like to give him a lot of shit, and critics have been overly harsh/even indifferent on his work, but I really love how Tom has been challenging himself with his roles. I admire how earnest he is. Maybe one day everything will align and more people will start to recognize his talent beyond fickle and wishy washy opinions on social media. He should be proud of what he did in tcr and I’m excited for what comes next 💗

Oh my God, this is so much better than what I wrote 😭. Thank you for sending this.

However...

Johnny talking to Rya from the jail cell, his laugh, and the way his head pops out 😭, I love the way Tom played him too! / I think that was Mike.

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Silver

@astralmysteria Request: Can I have a romantic twisted wonderland matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat

Thank you

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After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Silver!

Silver is a gentleman through and through, so while he appreciates your figure, he doesn’t ogle it mindlessly like some other students might. Although, if pushed, he would find that you are adorable and quite eye-catching, what with your curly black hair and chubby cheeks. And because you’re so short, he may endeavor to help you with fetching things like books or cups from high places—provided, of course, you ask for assistance because he still is a very polite young man.

Silver doesn’t often think about romance or any other feelings relating to that particular emotion. Most of the time, he’s trying to better himself as both a knight to his prince or to become a worthy mage that his father can be proud of. That said, he appreciates your kind and caring nature. As a student of Night Raven College, most of his peers are not as willing to bear vulnerability or compassion so openly. If nothing else, he finds your attitude refreshing because it is also a reflection of himself.

Silver believes in you despite your awkward and clumsy nature. Everyone has their faults and yours is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it’s rather endearing; almost as if you were one of those deer he would find near his childhood home or in the forests that surround the school. 

In addition, if he ever finds that you are feeling doubtful about your talents and abilities, he is quick to reassure you and lay any doubts to rest. It takes a while to become confident, but like all things, when you want to become better at someone, you have to continue to practice and work hard to better yourself. 

Silver is straightforward and serious. Although he is far more adept at interacting with his peers when compared to the rest of Diasomnia dorm, that doesn’t mean that he’s loads better. Therefore, don’t be too discouraged or saddened if Silver doesn’t quip back with his own sarcastic retorts or laugh at your sass. He’s an earnest, polite soul; it’s best that if you want to communicate with little miscommunication, you are clear and concise with your words. 

(That doesn’t mean that there aren’t any moments when he can’t be funny or crack a smile at your humor. Give him time, he’ll get there eventually). 

Don’t blame Silver, but he also thinks that you’re rather adorable. It’s a mixture of your mannerisms and your physicality, but it’s also because you remind him of his woodland creatures that he talks to sometimes. It doesn’t help that you’re rather soft spoken and that you share his love for animals!

Speaking of animals, you can join Silver whenever he decides to take a walk through the forest surrounding Night Raven College. Even though he’s usually busy because of club meetings, schoolwork, and a plethora of activities that he must complete as knight to Malleus, he’ll still make time for you. Sometimes, dates with him will culminate in a lovely picnic underneath a great oak tree. There, the both of you can talk about your wants and dreams, pet the animals that will eventually swarm Silver, or even take naps together. 

(You can even ruffle or comb through Silver’s hair whenever he takes an impromptu nap. Just be sure to wake him up eventually). 

Whenever Silver sees that you are not taking care of yourself —especially when you should—he’ll offer to lighten your burdens. If you need help cooking healthy meals, he’ll take over the kitchen for you. If your living space needs cleaning, he’ll freely get cleaning supplies and get to work. Whatever you need help with, he’ll do his best to uplight you and make it so that it’s easier to enact self care. 

If you are ever worried about not getting listened to, don’t fear! Silver isn’t very talkative, but he’s always willing to listen to others. There may be times when he may not have words of advice should you need them (he might have to refer to Lilia for worldly advice), but his comforting presence more than makes up for it. 

As for your listed love languages, Silver appreciates all three of them. His favorite, however, is acts of service. He’s a knight and had to spend most of his childhood learning how to be self-sufficient. To know that there is someone out there who can share some of his responsibilities lightens his heart. He’s a little confused when you give him gifts (it’s not often that he’s spoiled like this), but will accept them nonetheless. As for physical affection, he’s more than fine with it! He doesn’t often initiate, but won’t stop you if you reach for his hands or pull his face in for a kiss. 

As for you, Silver is not always outspoken, but you can be assured that whatever he says will always be the truth. No matter how blunt his words, know that he means all of it and that he would never directly hurt you with words alone. Again, he’s not great with initiating physical affection, but if you inform him that you would like him to start, he’ll gladly do so. He’s not exactly as shy as you, but he’ll be very gentle, almost hesitant to touch you. After a while, he’ll become bolder and offer you physical affection whenever he sees you.

All in all, your relationship with Silver is pretty mellow, but filled with quiet affection and love between the both of you. 

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AJR - The Maybe Man

Up until listening to pop-rock / indie-pop AJR’s new album, The Maybe Man, I only knew that a lot of people hated them. I had only listened to a couple songs, and I never thought they were outright horrible, but I wouldn’t want to listen to a full record of that. Well, things change, and I decided to be morbidly curious about The Maybe Man, both because I had never heard a full record from these guys and because the circumstances behind it were interesting. This record was written either before or during their father’s passing, as AJR is composed of three brothers whose first name comprise the initials of the band, so they were really going through it. I also listened to a podcast that they were on and talked about the record, so it made me want to hear it, since they seem like great, earnest, and down to earth guys that love music, so I hunkered down late last week and spent some time listening to this record. Is this band as bad as most stuffy online critics make them out to be?

Honestly, no, not at all. While I won’t say that this is the best album of the year, it’s a genuinely good one that kind of surprised me. I had a lot of fun with this, and I found myself surprised by how solid it truly was. I don’t want to oversell this album as some kind of masterpiece, because it’s not, but this record is a lot of fun and oddly poignant in some ways. This album is kind of rooted in rather sad themes, with a lot of songs being about disillusioned with fame, dealing with mental illness, struggling with getting older, and their father’s passing. This album has some good hooks, such as “Touchy Feely Fool,” “Yes I’m A Mess,” “Intertia,” and “Hole In The Bottom Of My Brain,” among others. Hell, the song “Steve’s Going To London” is a song that’s kind of a commentary on how songs don’t need to be about anything. The first half is a bunch of nonsense lyrics about a bunch of people doing unrelated things, and the song jumps into a bit of meta commentary on how they tried to a write a song that tries too hard to be about writing a song.

The album’s centerpiece, though, is the second to last song “God Is Really Real.” This is the track about their father’s passing and it’s honestly kind of a tearjerker. You can really feel the band’s pain as they come to terms with it, but some of the song is about how they’re in denial of their dad’s illness. It’s not attempting to be corny, silly, or over the top, but it’s grounded in more reality. The title is also rather interesting, because one of the biggest lines in the song is “God is really real when you really, really need him,” and “God’s fucking fake ‘til he’s not,” which is a variation on the idea that someone is only an atheist until something bad happens and they need to pray, but it weirdly works.

At the same time, I can understand why people wouldn’t like this. This album is a bit overblown in spots, and some of the lyricism is very corny (there’s a kind of cringy reference to Kendrick Lamar’s “Swimming Pools” in “Steve’s Going To London,” but it works okay for what it is), but they downplay the over the top sound that they normally have. This album is more stripped back, despite having some moments that bombastic and over the top, and it feels more like a straightforward pop album. It won’t blow your mind, by any means, but if you never liked these guys, I’d check this out, even if it’s out of pure curiosity. I won’t say it’s amazing, or even great, but it’s still really good.

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The Fall of the Jedi | Chapter Five: Considering The After and Without

Pairing: Hunter x OFC

Rating: Mature

Summary: “If not a Jedi, who are you?” Yoda asks. She shrugs. “Myself.” He looks at her with that hard quizzical stare often reserved for younglings or rebelling Padawan learners. She is both under his watch. “And who is that?”

Slow Burn, Canon Divergence

WARNINGS: Explicit Language. Sith Nonsense. Religion.

Words: 4.5K

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“You have a mother,” Anakin tells Odella, two days after the Battle of Geonosis. For the first time in six years, she is without Elenia Tarré, and it’s news she’d rather not hear. She, along with some other Padawans have been allowed a day of ‘solace and reflection’ for the Masters they have lost. 

Mourning is not the Jedi way.

Anakin lays beside her on her bed, arms crossed behind his head. Odella mimics.

“What?” She asks.

“I met her while I was away in Naboo. I met your whole family, actually. They’re great friends with Padmé—Senator Amidala’s family. We had tea.”

Her only reaction is a blink.

“It’s a little insane,” he continues, taking no notice to her. “You have six sisters and four bothers. The eldest are already married with children.”

“I have ten siblings?”

“You’re the youngest.” He shrugs. “Did you know Thoren is the name of your mother? She says it’s tradition for the women to carry it. ” It’s possible she could get a word in if he’d take a breath between his own. “You look just like her,” Anakin says. “Your mother. All your sisters too.” He turns on his side. “Your mom said Thorens have strong genetics. It’s like you’re those clones we fought with.”

“Did they…” Odella hesitates. This wouldn’t count as breaking Code, would it? She’s only curious, and young, she can’t know better. “Ask of me?”

“It’s all they wanted to know,” he laughs. “Your father was delighted to hear we’re friends, and that you’re doing so well. I told them all how wonderful you are. Your parents were eager, your siblings less so but still intrigued. They’re very proud of you Del, and they can’t wait to meet you.”

“Meet me?”

“I told them we would try to visit again soon.”

Her tan skin pales, a subtle frown gracing her features. “Ani, why would you say that? I can’t meet them.”

“Sure you can,” he says. “We can. Padmé has a property on the lakes that we stayed at. You and I can go and maybe she will too, and—and you’ll meet them all and you’ll finally have a family again.”

“I don’t need a family,” Odella says.

“Everyone needs a family.”

“I don’t.”

He frowns, and as a nervous habit, tugs on his Padawan braid. “I thought you’d be excited. To have a mother again.”

“Again?”

“Elenia—“

“I don’t want to talk about her.”

“All I’m saying is,” he moves onto his elbows, looking down, “I lost my mother, and you lost yours. You’re getting another chance at one, why not take it?”

“Because I am a Jedi.” She turns away, he flips her back by her shoulder. “Or I plan to be.”

“Don’t you ever want more than this life?” Anakin asks, complete with earnest. “Haven’t you wondered of all the things you’re missing out on because of the Order?”

“On occasion, yes,” she admits, whispered. “But that does not mean I should act on it.”

“Why not?”

“It is not the Jedi way.”

“And you must always live in accordance to the rules of the Jedi?”

“Yes,” she groans, exasperated. “That’s kind of the whole point of the thing.”

Anakin settles into a similar frown, sitting up fully. “I believe we have choice.”

“We do,” Odella agrees. “You can either be a Jedi and follow the rules, or you can not, and not.” 

“And would it be so bad to not be a Jedi? Do you hate the idea so much?

“If I am not a Jedi, I am no one. I am nothing. I have no value.”

“Don’t say that. Of course you do. You mean a great deal to a lot of people, including me. Jedi or not.”

Odella looks up. “Would you ever not be a Jedi?”

Anakin says nothing at first, but he cracks his back like that were the intention all along. “No,” he says. “I don’t think I’m allowed to leave.”

It’s a far grander home than Odella imagined. The architecture is different than the rest of Theed. Distinct, tall, looking as if it were made of pure white marble. Eight slender columns in the front, four on each side, a door in the middle. It’s something of a mix between the buildings of ancient philosophers of the Outer worlds and a mock of a church.

HOUSE OF THOREN lays adorned gold on a black plaque at the base of its foundation.

She could walk in, couldn’t she? If it were indeed a desire. It is her right to enter a family of mirrors she does not recognize. Would they give her a seat at dinner? A room? How well could she fit into a family built in opulence and material?

“They’re artists,” Anakin told her. “Best of Naboo. Painters, sculptures, dressmakers, musicians, anything. Padmé says you’re one of Theed’s oldest families. They’re part of the reason artistry is held so high.”

She doesn’t expect to feel anything from being here. A sense of belonging, family, desire to know. And she doesn’t. All it is, is a house, a very beautiful house, but a house. A home to twelve.

What’s worst about it all is that she can’t feel upset over not feeling upset.

She shouldn’t be here, noon has only just passed on Coruscant while Naboo enters evening. Few lights are visible from the outside, and she is only one of many gathered in the yard for admiration.

Though the prospect of being a tourist attraction isn’t the most appealing, it does help her in not looking like a criminal.

“You’d probably be a singer, no… a dancer. No, singer, both,” Anakin said. “Or politics. You’re always the odd one out.”

“Look at these lilies,” an older woman beside her gasps, leaning down to the garden bed. She touches orange petal and follows to the red tulips beside. “Oh and the hyacinths, what a gorgeous yellow.” She looks to Odella, the only one giving her attention, and grins. “They say there’s a flower planted for each daughter. The sons have statues around Theed.” Her attention then turns to the rest, gently running her fingers on their petals.

“Zantedeschia, petunia, and iberis,” Odella lists, pointing. The woman spares her a look, and she blushes under the mask covering her face. “I… garden. Too.”

“Ah,” she quips, moving along with her cane.

“Wait,” Odella jumps, “There are only six varieties. I heard they have seven daughters. Don’t they have seven? A Jedi… person.”

A spindly finger raises, pointing at the top of the steps. In a single pot sits an orange flower, as deep as the burning of flame and sunset.

“Orchids,” Odella says.

“I’m sure you know they require great care. They’re difficult, and quite easy to kill. For it’s protection, it sits high above the rest.” She hums a chuckle of sorts. “Befitting for a Jedi, no? Better than us all.”

Odella frowns, head cocked. “I’m certain she wouldn’t see herself that way. The Jedi are humble people.”

“Are they?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are they paraded as war heroes?”

“I’m not sure its their choice, the Republic they—” she stops short, clearing her throat. “The people need something to believe in, and lightsabers photograph well.” A sentiment repeated from the Chancellor.

When the war began, every Jedi from as young as new Padawans to as old as Yoda, were photographed and given Republic issued IDs. A handful were selected for advertisements, propaganda posts to the Republic. Odella was chosen for her connection to Palpatine’s homeworld.

“A favor, to your family,” he told her. 

Dressed up by a team of people she didn’t know, she was posed with the title of Naboo Knight circulating while they unraveled her Padawan braid.

The knighting ceremony was the next day, they all said it would come out anyways and she was saved the trouble of a cut. She was the only Jedi without a piece of themself to hold.

“If they do not have choice,” the woman says, “What hope does that give the rest?”

Odella cannot offer further thought or conversation befitting to her role of a Jedi, undercover or not. So she doesn’t, and walks away tugging the hood to shadow her eyes.

The snow on Kaller is the fresh kind, pillowy instead of ice. The boots of Clone Force 99 sink four inches deep, Wreckers six. The woods are never ending, Tech leading the group with his head stuck in his nav system.

“I thought you were a map,” Echo says to Hunter. “Can’t you figure out where we’re going?”

“Better to let Tech figure it out,” he says. “Before he complains he could have done it anyways.”

“Oh.” Echo nods.

“Hunter doesn’t want to stick his hand in the snow,” Crosshair calls over his shoulder, in front of the pair with Wrecker.

Hunter coughs. “That too.”

“It bothers his precious nerves.”

“Oh,” Echo repeats, less understanding than before.

“Shut up Crosshair,” Hunter says.

“Do you have to touch the ground?” Echo asks. “I thought it just,” he motions, “Happened.”

“Connecting to the core makes it easier,” Hunter explains. “I can figure out exact locations, distance, roadblocks. If I don’t it’s more like…” he trails off, sparing a smirk and a glare. “Echoes.”

“Funny.”

“Besides, there aren’t large sources of electricity here.”

“What does that matter?”

“If whoever we’re helping were under a mass attack, I’d get a feel for the clankers,” he shrugs, “We’re in no rush.”

“It should still be a priority—“

“Echo,” Hunter interrupts. “I get that you’re still new to the group, but you gotta realize we don’t work like or with the regs for a reason. The rules, the protocol,” he waves his hand, “It doesn’t mean much here.”

Echo stops for a moment, his permanent frown deepening. “I’m a reg.”

“Were,” Tech quips from the front. “It’s debatable whether you’re much of a man at all anymore.” He looks over his shoulder. “Do not be discouraged, ultimately it is for the best.”

“How so?”

“You’re far more useful in your current state than you ever were as a reg.”

Crosshair snorts. “That’s still in the air.”

“Shove it Cross,” Hunter says. “Echo’s fitting right in. He’s one of us now, we gotta give him a little credit, it’s not easy changing teams.” He leans over to Echo. “Don’t worry about him, he mocks because he cares.”

“I do not,” Crosshair mutters.

A pelt of snow hits the back of his head, knocking it forward. The iciness of its chill melts down his neck, into the collar of his blacks. He turns sharp, a glare to match. Wrecker stands to the left as the source, tossing a snowball in his hands.

His cackle is a barrel, huge form doubling over. “You should see your face Cross!” He mocks his brothers expression, over-exaggerated face pinched in, jaw dropped.

A mocked face which soon gets hit with its own ball of snow.

Chaos breaks loose in the woods, each member brought into the fight on account of Wreckers aim being considerably worse than Crosshairs. The bigger one forms a sphere the size of their heads. He carries it above his own, stomps leaving deep prints in the snow.

“Wrecker!” Tech calls from his position on the ground, having slipped in attempt to stand. His arms shield his face, cowering away.

“Shouldn’t you stop that?” Echo pants. He at least had the foresight of putting on his helmet before joining in. Unlike Hunter, whose newly wet hair sticks to his face. He doesn’t seem to mind much.

His head waves from his to side, puffing air. “Wrecker!” He calls, gaining attention. “Make sure his data pad isn’t on ‘em. Don’t wanna ruin it.”

“Oh,” Wrecker gruff. “Good call Sarge.”

“No need,” Crosshair speaks from their lineup. He waves the technology with a grin. “It’s in safe hands.”

Tech looks over with fallen jaw, eyes bulged out. “Have I ever mentioned how I love you all?”

“Not particularly,” Echo says.

“Good.”

Hunter shrugs, and waves. “Fire away, Wrecker.”

Hunter leads the group again, a pissy Tech refusing to ‘aid you neanderthals any more’. Sometimes he could be more dramatic than Crosshair, it was honestly impressive. Or it would be if it didn’t mean Hunter had to plunge his hand into the snow.

“Hey Sarge?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah?”

“Now that Dooku is dead, shouldn’t the war be over?”

“No,” Tech answers, the first he’s spoken since the hike began. “There is still General Grievous as he’s taken control of the Separatist militia.”

“Right,” Hunter nods, “Even after that—“

“The Republic will need to discuss deals of diplomacy with the Separatist planets.”

“Yeah and—“

“And, there will no doubt be remnant supporters, extremists guerrillas in need of handling. On paper, the war will end. In reality, it may take many more months until the Separatists are defeated entirely.”

Hunter sighs. “What he said.”

“What happens to us?” Wrecker asks.

Hunter looks to Tech who shrugs, and sighs again. “We’ll get sent to deals with those extremists.”

“And after that?”

“After?”

“Like when there’s no more Seps. Then what?”

The group settles into this forced silence, crunching footsteps their only sound. It’s a prospect no clone likes to imagine to great extent. The After.

When the war is won and the people free. When the Jedi return to whatever it is they did before this whole mess started on Geonosis. Hunter was only eighteen when the war began, nine years out of the growth tube. This moment, this war, it’s all he and all his brothers have been groomed to know. 

Without it, what are they?

Men sure, clones, defects specifically. Though, Tech might be right, they’re objectively more useful than the regs. Surely the Republic will find some use for them. But then they’d be separated, for the first time in their lives…

He’s heard regs talk about it before, what they plan to do. Most have some idea of settling in groups in the Outer Rim, keeping to their own. The idiots—in his own opinion—have thought up fantasies of starting a family. Finding a nice girl or guy or whoever, having the whole married life, kids.

Yeah right.

The only one with those chances is Cut, and he’s already achieved it. The children aren’t even of his own, which is better for everyone in the long run. Clones are infertile, a specific choice of the Kaminoans. The last thing anyone needs is millions of the same men breeding the galaxy.

Talk about a disaster.

As for Hunter… He tries not to dwell on the subject of The After. He’ll stay with this brothers for as long as he can, forget about everyone, everything else.

“We’ll make our own way,” Hunter decides aloud. “Stick together.”

It gives no one comfort, but he isn’t sure if he was trying to.

“Hey! Hey!” A young boy runs to Clone Force 99, wearing a brown hooded robe and a mix of neutral colored dress under that. He waves frantic, a single distinct braid of brown hair waving with it.

“We’re fighting for him?” Wrecker mumbles.

“He clearly is a Padawan,” Tech says. “I’m certain the Jedi Master is close by.”

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” The boy stops in front of the group, hunched over and panting. “You’re the reinforcements aren’t you? Where’s the rest of your people?”

Crosshair snorts. “We’re all you’re getting kid.” Hunter shoves him in the stomach.

“I’m not a kid,” he retorts. “I’m Caleb. Caleb Dume.”

Hunter crouches slightly, giving a nod. “Good to meet you, Commander Dume,” he points to himself, then the others, “I’m Hunter, that’s Crosshair, Tech, Echo, and the giant’s Wrecker.”

Wrecker is the only one to wave.

“You guys are clones?” Caleb asks. “You don’t look like clones.”

“We get that a lot,” Hunter says. “Where’s your Master?”

Caleb point to where he came. “She’s with Capitan Grey—“

“We’re helping Grey?” Wrecker groans. “C’mon!”

“Can it Wrecker,” Hunter says. “Go on Commander.”

“We’re surrounded by B1s, I barely made it out. We were told there’d be more of you.”

“Don’t sweat it, we’re all you need,” Hunter stands, putting his helmet on. The rest of the group mimics. “Just lead the way, and we’ll clear it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure we’re sure.” He shrugs and looks back at the squad. “Bad Batch, it’s time to get to work.”

“I’m sorry, citizen. These matters are for the council to discuss.”

“I understand.”

“…Ahsoka. More to say, have you? A message for Skywalker, perhaps?”

“No, Master. Thank you. I’ll tell him myself when I see him.”

“May the Force be with you, Padawan… Appear you may, Odella.”

“I’m glad to see Ahsoka looks well,”  Odella says, turning on the holoprojector in her palm. “You know, her outfit looks to be inspired by Mandalorian—“

“Have you entered the home of Palpatine?” Mace asks, reappearing.

She swallows collecting spit, and nods. “I have.”

“And surveillance—“

“Is a nonissue. There’s no electricity in the entire place,” she motions behind her, “I had to come outside just for a signal.”

“And security?”

“Thought I was Talia, fixing up some… painting, I don’t know. Point is, he let me right in.”

“Good. As soon as you learn anything you call this channel immediately,” Mace says.

“I understand… Master, if I may ask one question—“

“I have to go. I will be awaiting your call.”

 He leaves just like that.

“Of course,” Odella sighs. “I should—“

“Odella,” Yoda interrupts. “What have you, to say?”

Her smile is close lipped, mimicking a straight line. “It’s nothing, Master.”

Yoda hums, shaky blue hologram nodding. “Lie, a Jedi does not.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not a Jedi right now,” Odella says, soft like the wind. She wipes her clean hands over the dark linen of her pants. Gloves bulge untouched in her pocket. Quinlan always said those with their skill should have them on at all times, a preventative measure of sorts.

He never wore his own.

“If not a Jedi, who are you?” Yoda asks.

She shrugs. “Myself.”

He looks at her with that hard quizzical stare often reserved for younglings or rebelling Padawan learners. She is both under his watch.

“And who is that?”

Odella remains mute, she doesn’t know.

If she is not a Jedi, she is no one. It may be for the best.

“Apparently I am my estranged sister Talia,” she cracks, forcing a full smile, teeth and all. “She’s a painter, not a Jedi.”

He grants her no relief of amusement.

She looks to the sky, the sun is due to set soon. “I should retreat inside before I gain suspicion. I’m sure your attention needed on Kashyyyk as well.”

Yoda sighs. She carries less pride from it than before. “Rasie you well Master Tarré did. Better than I. Separate you and her, never I should have done. Alive she still may be. Different you would be as well.”

She frowns, a line showing between her brows. “Do you not like how I am?”

He avoids a direct answer. “A strong Jedi you are, and belief in the Force you have. It is belief, respect for yourself you have not. Failed you in this manner, I have.”

“How would you rather I be? Like Elenia?”

“No,” he answers without thought. “Like yourself.”

Palpatine’s home resembles more of a decrepit palace than any other functional living space. Everything is a mix of dark grays and blacks with ostentatious accents of gold. Furniture is limited, a single chaise lounge of red velvet by an unlit fireplace. Odella walks with a small lantern given to her by the guards.

Paintings are large and scattered on the walls. Landscapes at night, wilted flowers, abstract splatterings Odella could never derive meaning from. She steps to the one closest to eye level, a delicate white writing of Talia Thoren painted in the corner.

She’s very talented, Odella decides internally. She herself was never very good in such creation. Though, she supposes she might have gotten a legitimate chance to explore if younglings were permitted arts and crafts past the age of four.

Talia must be close to her in birth order if the guards so easily allowed her entry. Or Odella looks far older than a twenty year old girl. She’d rather not ruminate on this option. Anakin did say the eldest of her family have settled with marriage and children—that she’d certainly prefer to not project on herself—perhaps Talia joined the lot of them.

I can’t believe I’m an aunt, Odella thinks. All the announcements and milestones she must have missed. Twelve different people with her blood, attending each others weddings, caring for another in sickness, playing pretend as children, ranting about the hardships of life as adults. She doesn’t believe any of them think of her, she hasn’t thought of them after all.

Maybe when this is all said and done, she’ll return to the home. Properly introduce herself, allow her parents to know of the young woman she’s become. That the Naboo Knight is more than an outdated promotional photo. That she has interests and passions and beliefs. She can meet her brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews if they’re around. The children would certainly be excited to meet a real Jedi, they always are.

It’s best she does none of this. In case they say she’s not met any expectations. Better to stay a fantasy.

Odella follows the wall further into the palace, feet clacking against marble. She has nothing but the Force to guide, but it’s yet to lead her astray so far, so she holds no worry. Her shadow stretches from the lanterns illumination of sunlight gold, turning her body long.

She steps into his office, a sharp contrast from the rest of the home. The lantern hangs on a hook by the doorway. It’s a cluttered space with knick knacks and bookshelves, actual paper thrown about, cobwebs in the corners. The room lacks windows and any other means of ventilation, a stuffy dusty mess.

“Palpatine is always so put together,” she mutters to herself. Everyone must have their secrets.

Going through it all in a regular means would take all night at the least, and if she’s being honest none of it looks all that important. Drafts of bills from his time as senator, personal finances, books on history, more paintings from Talia.

Odella hasn’t had many interactions with Sith, but surely they aren’t this boring.

“That’s why what we do is so cool,” she hears Quinlan say to her. One of his first lessons to their ability. “Everyone else sees what’s right there right now. We see how it used to be, what it means.”

She wants to call him a bastard, but her tongue feels heavy like cement.

Running her hands across the bookshelf, she pulls on various ones, hoping for a trigger. Nothing. She moves to the desk, searching under for a similar solution. Again she is empty handed.

No memories come either.

Huffing, she looks up and follows the light of the lantern. It hits the wall behind her, shining on another painting. This a portrait of Palpatine, dressed in his typical Chancellor garb. The white signature of her sisters stands prominent in the corner. So it was made recently, unremarkable if not for the fact that the Chancellor rarely visited Naboo. What with the war and all. It’s a wonderful likeness, if it were commissioned surely he could have it shipped to Coruscant. Not trapped in this decadent cell.

The shadow of the light begins above his eyes, his visible skin ghostly below it, the smile haunting. It hangs above the mantel of another fireplace, unlit candelabras on either side. This small slat is the cleanest portion of the whole room. Odella runs her finger along the dark wood, picking up no dust.

Interesting.

She grabs the lantern and a random note from the ground. Something about the pay schedule of the guards from seven cycles ago.

Putting the paper on fire, she quickly lights each candlestick and blows out the paper. The floor rumbles under her, and she leans against the desk, a swift panic. Planetary shockwaves never showed up in her research.

The fireplace lowers into the ground, candles now stood as spikes. A deep tunnel appears in its place, cement walls curved at the top. 

Grabbing the lantern again, Odella leans into the hole, seeing nothing but the abyss. Does this warrant a call to the Council? Most likely not. Mace would say she’s wasting time. For all she knows every politician has a secret backroom. The Temple has its fair share of tunnels and underground roadways after all. Palpatine is an esteemed man, if he had to make a quick escape this would be it.

A chill comes from the inside, prickling her tan skin. She feels a pull in her chest, her feet stepping forward without her brain realizing it.

Odella follows the path until she comes to a set of stairs, carefully stepping down. They’re steep, giving her issues with balance. Palpatine is healthy for his age but she’s a Jedi struggling on the endeavor. When was the last time he could do this? Before she was born certainly.

She comes into a much smaller room, matching the plainness of the home above. It’s all cement, she calls out to the void to hear an echo of herself in return. The lantern does nothing here, so it’s set down. From her hip and under her cape, Odella grabs a hilt of her sabers. Purple light fills the room, and she has to hold it an arms length away to avoid being blinded. 

The floor is smeared in deep red paint—or she assumes—circles and scribbled illegible aurabesh all alone it and its walls. Pedestals stand scattered, ancient artifacts on display. Books, weapons, metal made masks.

“Put your gloves on during creepy investigations,” she hears from Quinlan. “You don’t wanna touch the wrong thing and get sent into shock. Believe me.”

Spite enters her soul. Fuck him.

“Right then,” Odella says to herself. “Let’s get to work.”

A cruel fact of psychometry: It was never meant for dealing with Sith. Memories and emotions are meant to be pleasant and kind, not rotten and cruel. And so, it is by then a similar truth that memories and emotions are more often than not just that. Rotten and cruel. 

She’s undone by a single touch to a scroll, the farthest thing in the room, not even getting a chance to open it. Everything is a momentum of flashes from decades ago. Palpatine, a figure of shadow, ritual candles, red plasma light.

Ultimately, the gloves wouldn’t have done much but lessen the torture. The dark side penetrates however it can into the soul.

The pain is unlike one she’s ever felt before. Her entire body is captive to a chill, to nails in skin and crippling agony. As she falls unconscious, splayed across the concrete floor, her head slams against the stone. Her lightsaber throws itself out of her hand, rolling across the room with its violet hum. Her spotted white vision fades to black with only one final thought:

Chancellor Palpatine is the Sith Lord.

Chancellor Palpatine is… Darth Sidious.

Next: ORDER SIXTY-SIX

[creacherkeeper]

grey: 22, 42, 54 and 60. maxwell: 9, 14, 20, 36 and 59. roo & hawk: 15 and 36 :p. brandi & sarah: 41, 45 and 51. cat: 55, 58 and 59 (sorry not sorry <33)

NORMAL AMOUNT OF QUESTIONS. I LOVE YOU

under the cut for obvious reasons

grey:

22. What kind of person would they never side with?

anyone who would put a child in harms way, or more than that, wouldnt prioritize protecting children in general

42. Is there something your character isn’t very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless?

i think he messes around with woodcarving / whittling. he's proficient in a lot of tools but that is not one of them, but i think he's practicing. he just likes working with something organic since its so different from working with metal

54. What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread?

i dont think there is an answer to either of these tbh ,,,, grey is kind of just. existing. right now. and doing what he's told to do. he was taken away from the mission he was created for and taken away from his little girl. i dont think he knows why he's been left operational

60. Who do they go to when they need to bounce ideas off of someone?

i think marniss!! he's not comfortable talking to a lot of people since he does Understand people very well but he knows she's not gonna bullshit him about anything and will say what she really thinks

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maxwell:

9. What is their favorite scent?

freshly welded metal

14. Does your character value promises? Are they good at keeping them?

he does!!! he very much values promises and for that reason doesnt make a lot of them. he's simply. so adhd and such a blabbermouth so he doesn't want to make a promise he wont / cant keep

20. Can your character flirt? Are they aware they’re flirting? How do they do it?

he absolutely cannot flirt. he thinks he's flirting. he's actually just hot and extremely blunt. he thinks he has soooo much game

36. What makes them blush?

people being really earnest. or really mean.

59. What’s something your character has realized?

that the world isnt as easy to navigate as he wants it to be. both physically and emotionally

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roo & hawk:

15. Describe their ideal date.

roo: letting him infodump and adding to his knowledge. he does not care what else on the date happens besides that

hawk: answered already but, beers and [bleeped]

36. What makes them blush?

roo: people genuinely paying attention to him. it doesnt even have to be romantic, just like. earnest attention

hawk: only in the bedroom

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brandi & sarah:

41. What’s a texture/sound your character cannot stand?

brandi: she doesnt like thunderstorms :(

sarah: i dont think she has any texture sensitivities i think she truly just loves a texture but i think screechy/squeaky kind of sounds really get to her. like if someones cart has a squeaky wheel she's like fix it or i'll attack and maim you

45. What would they never forgive themselves for?

brandi: he doesn't have many people he truly cares about on a personal level, but if she hurt one of them in a way she couldn't make up for, that would really eat at him. she doesn't like upsetting people in general, it makes her skittish

sarah: if divine or hawk Actually got hurt (in a way that couldnt be easily repaired) doing something that she didnt take seriously. she doesn't really have a sense of danger or consequence so if she was suddenly faced with that i dont think she would take it well

51. What makes them a hypocrite?

brandi: that she spends so much of her time solving other people's problems but refuses to address any of her own

sarah: that she tells other people to talk through their problems but refuses to address any of her own

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cat:

55. How has your character’s mental health been recently?

ough. i mean? better than it has been? she's finally in a safe situation but it's still Very New and there's a lot of trauma from a lot of years still bubbling under the surface. i think once she finally accepts she's Fully Safe everything is gonna hit her Hard but right now she's kind of. just feeling everything out

58. What’s a habit that needs to be broken?

assuming she can't trust people or that kindness will eventually be taken away

59. What’s something your character has realized?

that assuming the worst of good people is just as unfair to them as it is to her

[its-tea-time-darling]

For the fanfic asks, 💕Galesa💕 and 6, 13, 15, 51, 60

(I had to whittle it down… you may see me again for these two)

Well, this went absolutely overboard haha. Enjoy <3

6)Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

OH MY GOD, what a question. Who would beg the other not to leave. GOD. I think we both love Teresa and Gally together because they’re all hard edges and have to learn to open up a lot until they can be something. Trust, and more importantly admission of weakness does not come easy to them, so to beg the other not to leave… Wow, that is powerful.

So honestly, if Teresa were to beg Gally not to leave, I think Gally wouldn’t. Gally cares above all else to protect the people he loves, and if Teresa gave him such clear directions, I don't think he would be able to go against them in good conscience.

The other way around however I think Teresa would leave. Because she trusts her own judgement above anything—and anyone—else's. She's driven to do "the right thing", and she'll go to any length to do it (as we've seen very clearly in both the book and movie storyline). So if Teresa decided she needs to leave Gally to protect him, she’ll do it.

However, him begging will stay with her might very well set the founding stone for withering doubt that could turn into regret and revelation, leading to Teresa coming back and trying to tackle the battle together.

But oh to think of Gally begging……………………… Imagine how much pride he’d have to put aside for that. How much vulnerability. (Is it our fault for wanting to break Gally when he’s that easy to break………………..)

But having said that, I think if Gally truly felt he needed to leave to protect Teresa, he just wouldn’t tell her about it and leave in the dead of night. Because he would know he wouldn’t be strong enough to resist her reasoning (though actually it would be all about the emotional side of her plea. She has a draw too strong on Gally for him to be able—no, for him to want to resist).

He might even resist any possibilities of making them into a thing—or of letting whatever they have progress further than the bare minimum he cannot resist. (If he knew he had to leave, I mean.)

To conclude this, I want to say that I think both Teresa and Gally are absolutely the types who would come up with the idea they had to leave to protect the other. I think both are prone to deduce themselves as an exaggerated source of danger or suffering, due to highly self-critical senses of self.

I think that’s true in canonverse or in AUs. (In AUs I’d imagine this revolving around mental health issues, and leaving to protect the other from the (anticipated, or already present) effects. —Kinda like that Thomesa fic of mine 'Peace'.

13)Who’s the bigger tease?

Asldkjfaklsd. I wanna say Teresa—or let’s say it comes more easily to her. But what I’d really die for is to see Gally develop a comfortable enough sense of self around Teresa to start to tease her. And once he does, once he has figured out exactly how to make her blush or scoff indignantly, he only has to do the mental equivalent of flexing his little finger to get her.

When other people witness this, it may surprise them—and they might have a moment of epiphany where they see just how much Galesa bring out in each other. <3 (GOD i'm feeling so soft about them)

15)Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

I think so, yes. They’re both too earnest and sweet to not do it.

51)What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Hugging. The type where you fall into each other.

Generally physical touch. I’ve had this image for a while where Teresa’s sitting on her computer, working, and Gally just kind of steps up behind her and lays a hand on her shoulder, and she relaxes under it.

I also see them giving each other gifts from time to time; flowers or other small things.

The gifting of flowers goes both ways btw, Gally gets flowers as well (and likes them a lot). (I’m such a fan of making my male characters enjoy “”””””””””””””””””feminime””””””””””””””””” things. Like what even are gender norms.)

I think the big thing about this, especially for Gally, is that the presents can be small, sweet things that don't necessarily hold for very long, and hence don't serve any "practical purpose" except for saying "i love you".

60) Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping

Uhh I’ve never been a cuddler during sleeping so I’m finding this one hard to answer lskadjfa. Maybe Gally? Bc he’s some sort of gruff sleeper, yknow. So he’d draw a bear arm out for Teresa.

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THIS MADE ME FEEL SO SOFT ABOUT THEM AHHHHH *SOBBBING*

[ecto42]

TL;DR- Try TTRPGs, roleplay forums, and more! Before you go to an addictive AI with no outside input.

Hi Tumblr, I have this video specifically referring to the AI chatbot story and it made me want to share some experiences of mine that feel similar, but were with real human people.

I spent years doing online text only roleplay as a teen, and now as an adult I regularly play D&D with friends as well as with other RPGs like Cyberpunk, etc.

So, when I was a teen I spent hours of every day in middle school doing Harry Potter role plays on Omegle. It was hella awkward, hella cringe, and ultimately I stopped because I saw how the space was devolving. Initially I made a ton of other friends from other countries and other states in the US that had similar interests to mine. I loved playing characters that were “dark and edgy” as I, much like the characters from My Immortal, wanted to be dark and edgy in a cool way and not in a “I am a goth from South Park being made fun of,” way.

This eventually led to me doing what I would call roleplay therapy, where to test the waters with people you take an aspect of yourself and play with as many iterations of it as you can. I found myself in NSFW roleplay, general like “Oh hoho we’re wizards in a castle!” Roleplay, and “This is the darkest timeline, Harry Potter is dead and gone and now we’re doing a guerilla warfare.” I loved it and remember it fondly and this was way before D&D.

I, as you can imagine, had no idea what consent really meant, I had no boundaries kept when playing these characters, and I really formed a dependency on literally exploring other characters to figure myself out. By the end of it I was staying up until 3 am every night essentially sexting strangers over the internet with nothing but an ASL to go off of, and the anonymity of the internet to keep either of us from knowing who each other were. Relative to what a lot of my AFAB friends received this was incredibly tame. It was, however, an addiction in the anonymity of Omegle, the chat histories rarely being backed up, and the ability to just bail at any time. There was no real accountability, only the consent of “Hey, do you want to do a dirty roleplay?” And taking people at their word and usually that mean hanging up and trying again, and if things went too far or got too uncomfortable hanging up anyways. Kind of like an unspoken BDSM safe word.

I saw this video and the section about this woman talking to an AI chatbot and it honestly made me both miss that addictive roleplay arena, as well as made me really crave that kind of anonymous intimacy in a (what at the time developed into a) respectful consensual manner where anyone can nope out at any time. I think usually when people can’t get exactly what they want they go to writing for themselves. I really hope that somewhere out there other people who just want that basic form of connection with some anonymous protection will do something more akin to what I’ve done as an adult, and seek out similarly minded friends who love and support them and build up and build out communities, and allow there to be a silly fantasy element to them. The person in the story very easily, back in the day, could have went onto Omegle and asked as their opener “I’m looking for someone to roleplay Arthur Morgan from RDR2 with me, are you down?” And found someone, and it’s kind of sad to me that it’s easier to find an AI chatbot nowadays than it is to find a friend with that interest.

Having feedback from another person and having it be earnest and unbiased is very helpful, but people shouldn’t be your therapist if they’re your friends. Seek help if you need it, and don’t be afraid to reach out to community at large. I understand though how easy it is to fall in love with Luna Lovegood, Corvo Attano, or my old OC, at least as best as I can remember:

Eli Black (20, Ravenclaw, M, Thick Dark Wavy Black Hair with a blue streak in the front, Bright Blue Eyes, Thin muscular build, 6’0”. One of Eli’s eyes {if I remember correctly this was very inconsistent on my part lol} had been slashed through as a child and healed with dragon blood and caused it to sprout scales where the scar is, also leaving their eye with a sharp and draconic look. Typically wears: Hooded black trench coat, black tee shirt, black skinny jeans with a studded belt, and wears a big pair of large black combat boots with blue laces, dark eyeliner, blue and black nail polish.) ~and then there would usually be some spheal here about how Eli was an auror and a really great Ravenclaw student, and basically a detective. I used to watch a lot of Psych.~

Thanks if you bothered reading all the way through!

[quasinimity]

So now I know what power being used directly against me feels like.

It’s rare for me to experience the need to fight for my professional opinion; usually it’s against people I don’t care much about anyway and thus I can brush it off with lack of knowledge or experience. But not against my boss. Not against the person who’s supposed to have my back.

I really choked up today. It felt like I had to really fight to be heard, like simple words we both know what mean didn’t make sense, like I myself and not only my work was on the line. I hate that. And I hate that they went right over my head, against my advice.

In that typical kind of passive way I am when I feel like people are not hearing me, I told them it was their decision in the end: you are the boss, my role is to advise you and you are going against that advice. And maybe it wouldn’t matter, but I feel taken advantage of too and then it really gets me because it gets personal. Because my work is being used by someone else who couldn’t be arsed to do their own and I don’t actually fucking care if they’re not as good as me to do it the right way, because I’ve been helping them for years and they are at best non-existing when I need them. So yeah, it might be for the greater good but I am tired of being so fucking great all the time.

So I feel used, again. Disregarded. My feelings don’t matter because it’s a professional setting and for the first time in my life, that actually doesn’t make sense to me. I want my feelings to matter, I want to be heard and I sure as hell want to be seen not only for the work I do, but for how it is to be the one doing it. I don’t care to be “the good example”. I want to not be walked over when I say something and I certainly don’t want to feel like I’m choking because all I want to do is scream: “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! WHY DO YOU CARE MORE ABOUT THEM THAN ABOUT ME? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE TO PAY FOR EVERYBODY ELSE AND BE MADE TO FEEL LIKE THE WRONG ONE FOR REFUSING?”

Because I am not selfish right up until the line is crossed. And I will explain myself but I cannot do it in a calm and detached manner when both my ego and integrity are on the line. Because I tried to do it nicely and you didn’t fucking listen.

It puts chinks in the relationship between me and my boss. And there’s quite a few of them by now. I don’t feel like I can really trust them to see my point of view, not to challenge it for what seems like sport instead of earnest resolution. And by god I like them like a person but not as a manager. Too often it feels too much like having to define things that are given and too often it feels like a lot of my narcy childhood. I can’t and I don’t want to deal with it. I do not want to explain why the sky is blue. I do not want to keep saying the same thing over and over and having to listen to ramblings that don’t come even near the point. It’s exhausting and makes me feel very small and very angry. And I want to cry because it’s so fucking pointless and triggering. I know I probably need to work on that for my own sake (I don’t care about them, I care about doing my work well), but it’s just so frustrating because I go in expecting being understood and am met with questioning. And every time I wish for something else to happen, but it just doesn’t. I don’t know if it’s a defect in me, I don’t think so - to have eternal hope is what’s kept me alive, but it also hinders setting appropriate expectations. And I cannot deal with my hope being crushed. Disappointment is the one feeling I’ve never got a handle on, despite being the feeling I’ve probably felt most.

I just hate this. And I dread having to experience this again and again.

[aomine-ryo]

Hi can you do a jealousy headcanon for GOM? 💜

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Headcanons: GOM getting jealous

Kuroko

He doesn’t get jealous very often because he just has so much trust in you

If he ever does, he’s really subtle about it that you won’t even notice unless he tells you

He knew that he could talk to you about anything so he was never particularly uncomfortable with you being around other guys

There was a boy in your class who you had been getting quite close to

He quickly became a good friend of yours, and you’d often hang out with him when Kuroko was busy

He was objectively rather attractive, but you didn’t really see him that way because you only really had eyes for Kuroko

Kuroko wasn’t in your class so he’d sometimes see you walking around the school hallways, however more often than not, you would be with that boy

He seemed like a nice and earnest guy, which is probably why Kuroko began to feel a little threatened by him

Not knowing any better, you invited your friend to come watch one of Kuroko’s practice games with you since you could use the company

Kuroko wasn’t very pleased to see him to say the least

He’d usually glance over at you during games because seeing you watching him motivated him to do better

But now when he looked at you, he’d see you talking to that boy and he’d just feel annoyed

And it definitely showed in the way he played as well because his moves became uninspired and predictable

You went to grab some food with Kuroko’s team and your friend afterwords and Kuroko would not keep his hands off of you

He’d constantly be holding your hand

And he’d leave absolutely no space between you two

Of course, you noticed all of this, but you didn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone

“Hey, so you’ve been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class, huh?” Kuroko said when the two of you were walking back home together

“Yeah, I suppose,” you shrugged, beginning to connect the dots

“Hm,” he hummed, his grip on your hand getting a bit tighter

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he mumbled

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” you grinned

His face just became red as he averted his gaze

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied almost instantly

“So that’s why you were being so touchy back there,” you giggled

“Well I was just making sure he knew that you were mine,” he said, finally deciding to give in

“For what it’s worth, you really don’t need to worry about him— I’m sure he knows.”

“I’m not a violent person but if he tries anything, let him know he can catch these hands,” he said, clenching his other fist and holding it up

“Tetsu, he’s twice your size, but sure.”

Kise

Okay so we know that Kise is really cold with people he generally doesn’t respect

Well, this coldness becomes so amplified when he sees someone he doesn’t know with you

The two of you were on a date at a cafe once and he went to the cashier to place your order while you remained seated at your table

That was when a classmate of yours spotted you and approached you

“Y/N? Didn’t expect to run into you here,” he said, grinning widely before engaging in conversation with you

Meanwhile, Kise was standing in the queue, glaring at you two

In Kise’s eyes, he was very obviously flirting with you— and he was, you just didn’t realise it

Every moment that he looked at you two angered him more and more

The damn boy even made himself comfortable by taking Kise’s seat

Was what he said so funny that you needed to be giggling like that?

Kise hastily placed his order and then stormed over to your table, not bothering to wait for your food

The boy was just about to reach out to touch you when Kise slammed his hand down on the table, startling both of you

He didn’t intend to do it with so much force but it just happened and he didn’t care

“Hey Y/N-cchi, who’s this?” Kise snarled, voice calm but menacing at the same time

“Oh hey Ryouta, this is Satou, a classmate of mine,” you introduced innocently

“Hi there,” Kise said, flashing him a fake smile and not even bothering to register his name in his head, “Y/N-cchi and I are kind of on a date right now, and you’re in my seat.”

Kise took your hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it tight, making the jealousy much more obvious to you

Your classmate visibly showed his annoyance through an eye roll as he stood up from Kise’s seat

“Alright,” he sighed. “See you around, Y/N.”

His and Kise’s eyes were shooting daggers at each other at this point

“Sure you will,” Kise mumbled sarcastically as he watched him walk off

“Babe they’ve been waving at you from the counter for the past two minutes now, trying to get your attention,” you pointed out, looking at the worker who was just about to give up and bring the order to you herself

“Ah crap,” Kise muttered before rushing over to meet the worker halfway and apologise

“I think someone got a bit carried away with their jealousy, don’t you think?” you said once he got back

“Tch, the guy goes to our school. He should know that you’re mine by now. Yet he still thought he had a shot, what an idiot,” Kise scoffed, just the thought of the boy talking to you getting him riled up again

“You’re intimidating when you’re jealous, it’s weird.”

“Weird? I can be intimidating! Why is that weird?” Kise pouted, switching back to his usual eccentric self

“Because you still sleep with stuffed animals, Ryouta,” you giggled

“And so do you, what’s your point?”

Midorima

So he’s not one to really initiate things like PDA

He’s the kind of guy that just holds your hand in public and that’s about it

However when he gets jealous, he becomes a whole other type of possessive

You’d be hanging out with him and a few of your friends from school

And one of the guys would constantly flirt with you

You didn’t really think too much of it because you thought he was just being friendly

But between the flirtatious teasing and unnecessary touching, Midorima was slowly losing his patience

He’d be really subtle at first

He’d hold your hand a bit tighter and hold you by your waist every now and then, all while eyeing the guy down in hopes that he’d get the message

Obviously, it wasn’t enough because he’d barely even notice Midorima and would continue chatting away with you as if your boyfriend wasn’t right there

“Hey Y/N, do you wanna go to that manga store over there together?” your friend said, seemingly inviting only you even though there were five other people in your group

“Actually, Y/N and I were just planning on leaving, sorry,” Midorima intervened, the ‘sorry’ oozing with so much sarcasm that it was clear that he really didn’t like the guy

“Oh already? You don’t have to leave just because Midorima is, you know,” your friend said

Hahaha it took everything in Midorima to not send him flying like his three pointers

“Excuse me? I think you’re crossing the line there a bit, don’t you think—“

“It’s getting pretty late, we should get going,” you said quickly before things could escalate

After shooting one last glare at your friend, Midorima walked away with you

“The nerve of that guy— unbelievable,” Midorima sighed

“I thought you were going to punch him or something, that’s why I stopped you so quickly,” you giggled

“Honestly, I might have,” Midorima chuckled. “How are you even friends with someone like him?”

“I guess he’s just friendly,” you shrugged. “Looks like someone was a bit jealous though.”

“Please, why would I be jealous of an idiot like him,” Midorima scoffed

He’d never admit to an emotion like jealousy— ever

Aomine

Oh god this boy does not handle jealousy well

He would 100% break someone’s nose if he feels like they’re getting too close

The two of you were at a party once and Aomine decided to take a break from dancing for a moment to grab a drink

So he was leaning against the wall sipping on his drink while watching you on the dance floor

Of course, he wasn’t very pleased to find you dancing with some other guy

Aomine recognised him as someone who went to your school, so he very well could just be a friend of yours

However that didn’t stop him from feeling a growing amount of jealousy as each moment passed

Did you really need to be dancing that close to him?

Aomine should be the only one you dance like that with

He was already a bit tipsy so he may not have been thinking straight

But he completely lost it when he saw your bodies swaying so carelessly together

Next thing he knew, he was storming over to the dance floor

You didn’t even notice him until you were suddenly ripped away from the boy you were previously dancing with

And once again you were dancing with Aomine

He was holding your waist tight and his face was as close as ever

“What do you think you’re doing dancing like that with someone else?” Aomine growled

“Why? Is someone jealous?” you joked as you continued to move along with him to the music

“Don’t tease around like that. You’re all mine, don’t you realise?” he grinned, shoving his lips onto yours before you could say another word

The kiss was desperate and heavy, and as a result, sloppy— not that you minded too much

After seeing that act, the guy from earlier backed off, though you didn’t even notice or care for that matter

I mean, why would you care about any other guy when Aomine Daiki was in front of you?

Murasakibara

He gets jealous very easily

He’s like a child when it comes to most things— he doesn’t share

You’ve had your fair share of encounters with other guys that ended with Murasakibara scaring them off

The two of you were seated on the couch together on your phones

There was absolutely no reason for Murasakibara to have come over to your house just to be on his phone, but he just enjoyed your presence

You were scrolling through TikTok because you’d run out of things to do

You landed on a video of these two shirtless boys dancing to a song that you liked so you just watched for the hell of it

You started scrolling through the comments while the video kept replaying, garnering Murasakibara’s attention

The second he saw what you were watching his possessiveness just kicked in

“You really like watching those boys, huh?” he said, glaring at the boys as if they could see through the screen

“Not really, I just like the song,” you shrugged before turning to him with a smirk, “why? Are you jealous?”

“Well if it means I can get more of your attention then sure, I guess I’m jealous,” he answered simply. “Do I have to take my shirt off and do a dance too?”

“I wasn’t going to say that, but now that you mention it, I’d love to see it,” you giggled

Next thing you knew, he wrapped his arms around you, sending you toppling back onto the couch

“Too bad I can’t dance, I guess you’ll have to make do with some kisses for now,” he said softly, making your heart flutter

“Ah dammit, I wanted to see you dance,” you sighed, pretending to be disappointed

“Shut up,” he groaned, before pressing his lips against yours

This was what he was usually like when he got jealous though

He wouldn’t necessarily get angry or anything like that unless a guy was relentlessly hitting on you

But he’d just become really lovey and clingy just as a way of reminding you that it was him who’d love you the most

Akashi

We all know he’s a classy gentleman

So you can’t expect any dramatic outbursts from him when he gets jealous

He’s always able to keep a calm and composed exterior (not that that’s ever stopped anyone from feeling threatened by him)

Anyone who knew Akashi knew never to mess with him

And they especially knew how much he valued you so one step too far would probably lead to their demise

However, there was one boy at a dinner party you both attended who somehow didn’t get the memo

You ended up being seated in the middle of him and Akashi, which gave him the opportunity to chat with you as much as he liked

Of course, Akashi wasn’t the most pleased to hear what he had to say to you

It was very obviously some awful flirting

You just thought he was being friendly so you entertained his conversation

“Y/N, maybe you should stop chatting and eat— your food is getting cold,” Akashi said in attempt to get him to stop— it was getting frustrating at this point

For the rest of the night, Akashi remained clung onto you with his arm around your waist, monitoring every movement of that boy

It was particularly strange because Akashi was the type to mingle at events like these so you knew something was wrong

Akashi’s cold gaze seemed to be enough to make the guy keep his distance though

Akashi is just too powerful lmao

Once the two of you got back home, Akashi pounced to kiss you almost immediately

“Woah what was that for?” you asked when you pulled away from the kiss that seemed so urgent

“You looked gorgeous tonight, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Akashi said sweetly

“Aww, thank you, Sei.”

“A lot of people seemed to think so too by the looks of it. Especially that guy that sat next to you at the table,” Akashi pointed out

“Oh. Did you get jealous or something?” you questioned

“Well, yes. I want to be the only one looking at you like that. But I guess it can’t be helped sometimes,” he said, body still as close to yours as ever

“You’re the only one I want so you don’t have to worry for even a moment,” you said reassuringly

“Then that’s all that matters,” Akashi said with a smile before pulling you in for a soft kiss filled with nothing but adoration

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would happen if you were sent back and ended up in the orphanage with Tom Riddle—and say you also had magic?

Oh boy.

Well, there's a lot to question here. Judging by the... spirit of this ask, I presume I'm... pretty much reincarnated. I'm in the orphanage, I'm much younger than I am now and a child, I'm pre-Hogwarts age, and I retain my current knowledge.

For the purpose of this ask I suppose I also retain my current mental faculties. Despite being in the body of an eight-year-old, I'm not The Carnivorous Muffin at eight.

Welp, there's a lot to consider here.

First, I probably don't realize I'm in Harry Potter for quite some time and instead assume I've been reincarnated to some parallel universe. It's the 1930's, I'm in England in the depression, WWI has occurred and the vast majority of major historical events I know about seem to have happened in the right order, and this Earth is eerily similar to the Earth I left behind.

Strange that I appear to remember everything of my past life with my adult mental abilities, but alright universe, I guess that's how we're going to play this.

What I do know is that I'm dirt poor, presumably still a woman which does not bode well for my career prospects, and if I want any prospects in life period I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. It'd be great if I got adopted to help with this, and might be nice to have people in my life who love me, but there's a lot of orphans in the world and a lot of orphans who are much less weird than I am.

The orphanage is the orphanage and not great, Mrs. Cole is overworked, the orphanage is chronically understaffed, and the kids are running wild beating the shit out of each other.

Being a girl, I probably don't have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of me quite as much, but I still probably try to keep my head down and don't aggravate the particularly beefy looking orphans.

Yes, there's some very angry gremlin named Tom Riddle around who will shove you down the stairs in retribution, but that's just a weird coincidence. And then supernatural shit starts happening. Billy's rabbit hangs itself, people get injuries when Tom is nowhere near them, and I start wondering if this is really the Tom Riddle.

I'm in Wool's Orphanage, my matron is Mrs. Cole, Tom Riddle is running around lighting things on fire. It's possible, though it could all be a strange coincidence.

Now, how things go from here depends on how controlled my own magic is. Since accidental magic typically does manifest at least once or twice, it probably does manifest for me for.. something. If Tom Riddle's there to witness it then...

Well, I imagine he's very offended. Here he was, special, different, better than everyone else, and then some girl in the orphanage (who dares to get very good grades on her assignments in school) has it too.

And I just stand there, smiling, going "Tee hee".

He probably confronts me to prove that he's better at it than I am, and he probably is unless the universe hates both him and me, but having someone else with the Shining around probably prompts him to take me as his protégé (in part so he can show off and in part because he's genuinely excited to be able to share this super cool talent).

I am now apprentice to eight-year-old Tom Riddle. Whoop de doo.

Well, I don't remember this part of Harry Potter, so now I'm probably confused as to where I am again. Regardless, I try to advise Tom on how to tone it down and not, say, traumatize Amy and Dennis for life and antagonize all the other orphans forever. He probably doesn't take me seriously. What do I know, I can't even light that patch of grass on fire?

Hanging around Tom Riddle gets me a reputation to, given the difference in genders, probably a fairly nasty one at that. When Dumbledore arrives he's undoubtedly told hot gossip about how eleven-year-old Tom and I have had sex in a ritual to summon Satan. Dumbledore takes this seriously.

Dumbledore probably meets us both at the same time and it's a disaster. I tried my best to prep Tom without revealing I'm a prophet, Tom first doesn't believe there might not be others, then doesn't believe they would be antagonist/anything but amazed by how awesome he is.

Well, Dumbledore lights his wardrobe on fire while I sit there. Dying inside. Dumbledore probably also does something to me too, to teach me some kind of lesson about something.

I imagine he temporarily disfigures me/makes me appear very ugly, then sticks a mirror to the wall, that way I realize that looks aren’t everything/being a whore is wrong. Tom, still traumatized over the wardrobe, is no help and my magic’s probably not controlled enough to do a thing about it.

I spend a day looking like a pig, Tom and I are given just enough money to buy new wands and second hand/barely functioning everything else and given the world’s worst directions to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Albus.

Well, months pass, we get our wands, Tom gets excited for Hogwarts and I... start seriously considering the future. WWII is coming, the Blitz is coming, Tom and I live in east London and must be able to evacuate during the bombing of London (which went on well past the Blitz to the end of the war). I also start considering my future in the wizarding world. Do I now actually have career prospects?

Probably not because I’m muggle born and a woman. My best bet is doing very well in useful subjects and finding employment with the goblins, I can’t imagine they have the same hang ups as the wizarding world.

Tom wants to go to Slytherin, of course, I tell him this is a bad idea. “Gee Tom,” I say, “Not sure how I know this but I have this feeling that Slytherin is filled with people who loathe our very existence and will shank us. Why don’t we pick Ravenclaw or Gryffindor instead?”

No one shanks Tom Riddle! Tom says. Tom is still eleven and while he admits that sometimes I may, in retrospect, have been right about certain things that doesn’t mean he wants to go to the house known for hard work. That’s code word for everyone there being a moron and having no other redeeming features than tenacity. As for the other two, Ravenclaws sound like smug, elitist, nerds and Gryffindors like dumb jocks.

Better to be known for ambition, cunning, and actually being competent.

Well, there’s no talking him out of this one, and goddamn it we’re all each other has.

I’m the closest thing Tom Riddle has ever had to a friend in all these years and in the orphanage the only one who could hold a decent conversation with him. And while it’s not my moral obligation to keep Tom from becoming a domestic terrorist, and there’s no guarantee I even can, dumping him for one of the other houses and drifting apart won’t help.

Not to mention that, after all these years, I’m undoubtedly lonely, I’m in this foreign land, and he’s now the closest thing to a friend I have.

Looks like I’m going to Slytherin, YOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO! I shout as a battle cry as tears run down my face. I may have to convince the hat to put me in Slytherin, but like all human beings I am a mixture of many qualities. I’m not cunning in the least, mind games exhaust me unutterably, but I’m full of ambition. 

This confirms every bad opinion Dumbledore had regarding me and Tom.

For the next several months, Tom probably beats the shit out of dormmates who steal his things/harass him. He beats up mine too because feminism (TM) means that he should treat all people equally when guilty of the same crime. I... am not sure I can win that fight so I just resign myself to having to adopt some of Tom’s tactics to make sure I’m not shoved in lockers, have tampons thrown at me, or pig’s blood dumped on me at the prom.

Once again, everyone thinks Tom Riddle and I are dating. I don’t even know if they’re wrong at this point.

Well, being in class with eleven year olds who seem to have had little to no prior education, Tom and I are undoubtedly blazing through class. I imagine I’m bored out of my mind (the Hogwarts curriculum sounds unbelievably boring) and Tom is... well, probably devouring the library but probably also bored. I decide to try and see if I can find some real history texts on this world (there are probably none, the wizarding world seems to only have two historians and both... have a different approach to history than current modern thought as I know it) and discover what magic even is. That shit is fascinating: wingardium leviosa is not.

Dumbledore likely gives neither me nor Tom points in class, I think the house cup is stupid, so I really don’t care. I have no interest in playing quidditch, neither does Tom, so that doesn’t happen.

The second world war starts up, Tom, me, and the muggle borns are the only ones who give a flying fuck. I work harder on figuring out how to get lodging during the Blitz/the bombing of London. Unfortunately, Mrs. Cole hates me too for being the Bride of Satan, so that’s a no go. Third year, 1939, I probably write her in earnest anyway telling her to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, send Tom and I instructions for the summer/where the orphans are staying/how they’ve been dispersed to the countryside. As a back up plan, I try desperately to shmooze shopkeepers in Hogsmeade during every Hogsmeade weekend to get myself and Tom part time jobs and lodging over the summer. As a back up back up plan, I spend my time badgering Tom to become very good at survivalist wandless magic and if the Lord has pity on me gain some ability in it myself.

Hopefully, either Mrs. Cole or one of the Hogsmeade shop owners take pity on us. If not, then Tom and I are going extreme camping. Given Mrs. Cole (and the brain damage brought on by Dumbledore erasing memories left and right) and the likelihood of Hogsmeade shop owners just not getting it, Tom and I probably go extreme camping.

(Tom, meanwhile, asks Dippet and Dumbledore if we can stay in Hogwarts over the summer. He’s told no exceptions. London’s being bombed, you say? No exceptions. Toodles. Tom is never the same.)

Me, Tom Riddle, a tent we made ourselves, several rabbits we had to catch and skin ourselves, and the pitiful fire that we can keep going through pure will alone because if we try to use real people spells then we’ll get arrested. It has the benefit of making Tom feel very manly and impressive, catching his own food, but both of us are well aware that this sucks.

But hey, we aren’t dead.

Well, I’m sure Tom doesn’t appreciate that and this is where I imagine he seriously starts talking about violent revolution. I imagine much of my time is spent discussing the merits of not violently overthrowing our ant overlords. I imagine a thirteen-year-old Tom isn’t impressed by my pacifism, but he’s not married to Voldemort yet (probably).

Then I imagine the horcrux thing comes up and... Well, I will argue hard against it. Humans die, it is a truth of the universe, and simply something we have to accept. Horcruxes are not a measure against that, they can be destroyed, given infinite time they will be, and the sacrifice they require is too high: human life as well as the very essence of who you are.

What is a soul? I’m not sure, we never really learn in HP canon, but whatever it is, it is in some way the essence of yourself. If you take half of it and throw it somewhere else, you will cease to be you, someone or something else is walking around in your body while the other half of you exists in endless agony.

If you must chase immortality, create a philosopher’s stone (as I darkly wonder why it was that couldn’t be replicated and what Flamel had to do to make it in the first place). On second thought, maybe we should search for the Holy Grail.

Whether I can talk Tom out of this or not is... unclear. I’m going to say that I can, in part because I imagine he’ll want to show the chamber off to me, tell me when he realizes he’s Heir of Slytherin, and in doing so I can prevent the basilisk incident from occurring. Without that, there’s no dead Myrtle, which means no first victim. That summer, when he goes to the Gaunts, I’ll go with him and convince him that it’s not worth it. He can just turn around and leave these people alone, I hopefully can talk him down. Which means no second victim.

I start writing Flamel to see if Tom or I can get an apprenticeship (Dumbledore probably beats us to the chase and poisons him against us, but it’s worth a shot).

Then, should all go well, I can convince Tom to find employment with the goblins rather than shady antique dealers on the bad side of town. Hopefully, I can convince him to never become Voldemort, and instead we travel the world together looking for the origins of magic or something.

Dumbledore goes around taking people’s memories of us in preparation for when Tom becomes a dark lord and I his lady of the night darkness.

TL;DR Apparently my life would become an SI/Tom Riddle fic. So, thanks anon.