#dors not have to be anything long either!

[theyluvv4riii]

Can you do a yandere class 1a x reader if that's ok? (If u don't that's fine!)

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE I LOVE YANDERE CLASS 1-A

SORRY IF I DRAGGED THIS ALONG TOO LONG I HAD SO MANY DIFFERENT IDEAS AND THOUGHTS GOING DOR THIS😭 IDK IF YOU WANTED HEADCANNONS OR LIKE A LITTLE STORY SO I SORTA DID BOTH?? IDK

this sucks so bad im so disappointed what is this everything was so random and pulled out of my ass

okaokay SO LET ME COOK—

i feel like when you first start going to UA you'd be a new student, maybe a little after the usj attack? and the moment you walk in you have EVERYONE'S eyes on you, you looked so sweet and small compared to the rest of them!

so when you walk up to the front of the class to introduce yourself, nobody dares to interrupt you🗣

"my name is Y/N L/N! please take care of me!" you bow, giving them a closed eye smile.

izuku is the first one to run up and talk to you, questioning everything about you. "whats your quirk?! how does it work? why are you coming now for school??—" it goes on and on until he hears, and swears the most angelic thing ever, your laugh.

he feels like the world stopped hearing your laugh, it was so beautiful, just like you! but now you did that, he becomes a stuttering mess, all thoughts leaving his pretty head. he'd do anything to hear that beautiful laugh over and over again but only because of him!

"im glad you asked! my quirk is kinda confusing.. i dont really know much about it but its what i call purple magic! i can basically do anything, i can move things with my mind including people, and kinda like telekinesis but it adds a purple tint surrounding the object!"

everyone was listening to your explanation, two certain boys were listening closely, wondering the possibilities your quirk could have.

"EEEK!! YOUR SO PRECIOUS!" mina was already obsessed with the way you looked, and you were the absolute cutest! she just wanted to lock you up and take you away from the world and have you all to herself!

a few days went by and you had already became friends with just about everyone in the class, atleast everyone except mineta, todoroki, and bakugou. you made it yoyr mission to make todoroki and bakugou your friends, no matter the cost!

you and sato would do weekly baking contests, (he always let you win and messed up on purpose) and he would ve so proud of your amazing deserts! when the two of you weren't baking, you'd be in your room playing video games with eachother or studying! either way, he was just happy to be with you.

koda would always call for your favorite animals in an open park nearby UA, and the two of you would have mini picnics together! with your favorite animals, koda and you would make a big animal pile and cuddle with all of them! bunnies, squirrels, birds, all sorts of local animals would be surrounding the two of you while you two sat close to eachother, sharing sweet treats with one another. (and the stealing of bread by birds..)

whenever it got too cold outside, shouji would wrap his arms around you and act like a personal blanket for you! you two would lay on the grass watching the stars together and he would wrap his arms around you ro keep you warm. whenever you'd fall asleep he'd carry you back towards his home, which ended up with the occasional sleepovers, he was so happy you felt safe enough to sleep near him! even if it wasn't on purpose` he put sleeping pills in the food you ate earlier just for this

tokoyami and you would always hang out training, you learning to control your emotions so people dont start flying, and him trying to control dark shadow. both tokoyami and dark shadow took a liking to you, and they grew to always want to be near you. you just were so happy and cheerful all the time, they couldnt help it! maybe one day they will always be near you, he could lock you inside his home and you'll be together forever, with no one there to stop him!

you and the 6 girls of the class would also have weekly sleepovers, spa days, or just any time they could find to be with you! whenever mineta would try and bother you, uraraka would just make him float away so he wouldn't anymore! the next day, mineta came to class with his face purple, almost like his hair..

out of everyone in the class, you and uraraka got along the best since you both had similar quirks! the two of you talked to eachother about eachothers drawbacks, and decided to train together sometime so you could both get stronger together! of course this didnt go unnoticed by the rest of the class, them all becoming extremely jealous of uraraka.

bakugou, one of the boys you wanted to become friends with, came up to you one day. the rest of the class was scared of what he would do or say to you, but instead he left you, a note?

ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇ, xxxx-xxx-xxx. ɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ.

he wants to talk to you?! you know you should be feeling happy, but you cant help but be nervous. he was by far, the cutest boy in the school, nobody could deny that. this is your chance! your chance to finally be his friend!!

after school that day you went straight to texting him, and the two of you had a nice conversation about eachothers day, and getting to know eachother. the next day you two came in side by side, talking to eachother like it was only the two of you in the world.

everyone else was furious, why was katsuki fucking bakugou stealing their girl away?! doesn't he know your theirs? god, izuku was so pissed he could've absolutely destroyed his childhood "friend" right then and there. everyone else was just standing there in shock, not knowing what to do. bakugou would simply snap at them if they dare steal his moment with his beautiful girl. they should know better then to do that.

izuku came up to the two of you, hoping to steal you away for a little from the explosive man.

"h-hey Y/N! would you mind answering some questions for me to jot down in my notebook? i really wanna know more about your quirk!"

of course you wouldn't turn down a chance to help your dear friend izuku, so you went with him, leaving bakugou clenching his fists in defeat. maybe one day you'd see how much better he was then izuku, but for now he would wait, he needs to wait. he cant go scaring off his teddy bear can he now?

while answering questions from izuku, none other then shoto todoroki was staring straight into your soul. it was creepy, but he couldn't help himself! you were just too pretty to not look at! he didn't get enough time to look at you last night through your window, you closed your blinds on him and he decided it would be too far to sneak in to your bedroom.

after talking with izuku, you went back to your seat, which happened to be right behind todoroki.

when you sat down, todoroki was already staring right at you, turned around from the front of the classroom. he would have tried talking to you earlier, but everyone was already surronding you like rabid dogs, so he had chosen to watch from afar. atleast until now.

"seems like you got a lot of friends, L/N." this made you laugh, he was always so professional, and severely up tight.

"no need to call me by my last name, please, call me Y/N! and yea, i guess i have.. would you like to be my friend too?"

"sure, Y/N." and with that, he turned back around, smiling at the small yet sweet interaction he had with you. of course while doing so, he got many glares from the rest of the class, clearly jealous he got to talk to you even if it was for a short while.

you of course have no idea about the secret war between your class, they'd all go at eachothers heads just to get your attention, or better, to make you smile. atleast you've successfully gained 19 new obsessed friends?

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okay i think this was shit but lmk!! hope you liked it :)

[mwolf0epsilon]

Talking with @milfcutlawquane and @lost-on-kamino about AU stuff always yields amazing results. I love you guys <3

Previous Posts: [X] [X] [X] 501st Species Swap Examples: [X]

There are clones that take longer to change species. This is either due not having any impactful experience with another species of sentient and thus the infection process stalling, or due to not being in contact with other clones for very long periods of time.

Examples of clones who take a while to change are:

Ponds, who worked primarily with humans so it took a while for a species to actually stand out and stick with him (getting abducted by bounty hunters sure leaves an impact on a person).

Boba, who was majorly isolated from other clones so he became infected when he came into contact with Ponds and the clone officer (even so his changes only began when he entered puberty, so for a while he thought he was immune).

Gregor, who was MIA for a very long while so he wasn't exposed until he regained his memories and managed to get back to the GAR all on his own (some people started making bets on what he'd become due to him being virtually the last fully grown clone to be affected).

Another set of fun developments from my conversations with Rey and Rogue are:

Ponds gets to survive in this AU and he decides to take in Boba rather than just let the kid get tossed into prison. It takes some convincing (not because Mace doesn't think Boba learning from the clones wouldn't be good, but because he's concerned the war will not give anyone the time necessary to actually get the kid on the right track), but Ponds gets his way and he's officially named Boba's custodian. The kid also has mandatory supervised community service and classes he has to take, but honestly he's got it good compared to the alternative.

Ponds becomes a Palliduvan due to his encounter with Aurra Sing, and Boba becomes a Trandoshan a year after he's taken in by Ponds.

Cody becomes a Kaleesh, which honestly surprises no one considering the 212th's close shaves with General Grievous. He has joked about potentially altering his bucket to resemble a mixture of clone helmet and Kaleesh mask, since people keep remarking his face looks a little naked when bare.

Gree becomes a Mirialan, which he uses as an opportunity to learn more about their culture and customs. By showing a newfound eagerness to learn from them, Gree and the rest of his battalion become much closer to Luminara and Barriss. This has a majorly positive impact on Barriss especially.

Wolffe has to learn to come to terms with the trauma Ventress caused him since he's become a Dathomirian. He feels isolated from the rest of the 104th who've become Kel Dor, and it doesn't feel fair to him that she stole more than his eye from him, and that she had more of an effect on him than he's comfortable admitting to.

Bly finds that thanks to him and the majority of his men now sharing a species with their general, Aayla is no longer the center of unwanted attentions. He knows his general can handle herself (and would have no qualms beating up anyone who tried anything funny), but it always bothered him that some people had a tendency to openly drool while watching her. As it stands now, it's hard to find one attractive Twi'lek lady among many attractive Twi'lek men, although come to think of it, now they're all being gawked at which is not ideal either. That's the only aspect of being a Twi'lek he's not overly fond of. The blatant fetishization.

Fox has no option but to just accept he's an Amaran for reasons unknown to him and has to learn how to keep his emotions hidden all over again. His poker face is still flawless, but now he has a tail that reacts to his moods and it's a bit of a nightmare learning how to control it. It doesn't help that his Commanders and Shinies all seem enthralled by the dang thing.

There's a lot of positives to the change, but they do not outweigh the one negative that sets the Coruscant Guard on edge: Why is it that now that they don't look like clones, people suddenly accept that they're not soulless meatdroids? They have ALWAYS been individuals, so why should a change of species/appearance be the thing that convinces the people that used to not trust/hate them? The Guard doesn't like how shallow a change of perspective this is, and only trust the few people who've always been kind to them.

[multific]

Uninvited Guest

Asa Emory x Reader

Summary: Safety was always your number one priority, so when someone managed to get into your home, you acted on your instinct. 

You knew exactly who your husband was, and what his hobby was. And you loved him all.

One day, he arrived home, and you were upstairs folding laundry when you heard the door close. You heard him place the keys on the table, and turn on the radio as he started to walk upstairs but a change in the radio station to a rock song made you jump. You stood in the doorway as you watched him walk downstairs after giving you a sign to stay quiet and put.

"All those insects, you are quite the collector." you heard a voice downstairs, it made you grab a bat you had upstairs under the bed. You made your way around, climbed out the window and walked to the front of the house, you watched as a man had a gun pointed at your husband's head. 

You didn't understand him, but you heard as he was talking. Blood rushing to your ears, you knew you had to be quick and efficient or it will cost you more than your husband's life.

You quietly entered the home, making sure not to step on the wrong floorboard, but as he pushed Asa into the suitcase and started to bang it closed, you didn't have to be so quiet anymore.

With all the strength you had, you bashed your bat against his head. As the guy fell, you got the gun from him and helped Asa out of the suitcase. 

You noticed his hand was red. But he quickly picked up the guy and threw him into the suitcase, locking it. He turned to check on you.

"I'm fine, but your hand..."

"I'll deal with it later, I need him gone from our house." you nodded as he left to take care of the guy. 

Hours and hours passed before you heard the front door open again. You checked and when you were sure it was Asa, you let out a long sigh of relief. 

"He's dealt with." he said as he checked you over. 

"I checked the back door, he picked the lock so I replaced it and also added another for the top." you said as he nodded. Then he sat down to have dinner, you just sat with him.  Not talking as you watched him eat. 

"I will not have this happen again. Anyone getting into our home, never again, especially now." you nodded and smiled as you placed your hand on your stomach, although it was not showing, you knew you were pregnant. “Next time, stay put, I had it under control.” he said.

You two were having a little girl, as the doctor confirmed. 

“Yeah, I know but I could have lost you.”

“I had it under control.” he said to convince more himself than anything. But you knew he wasn’t angry at you, you just smiled and nodded. 

Asa knew more than anything how important safety was, even if he wasn't happy about the fact that you climbed out the window earlier, he knew you wouldn't have just sat there and waited for that man to hurt him. You wouldn't let anyone take him from you.

He wouldn’t let anyone take him from you either. He loved you and the baby too much. 

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"You should not move your arm for now, sir."

Wolffe dryly said while examining Kel-Dor's right arm. In collection, it was his General's now mechanical arm that Wolffe was checking. The copula of skin and metal site were dirty with blood and fever, but Plo not even moaned or made sound when Wolffe cleaned blood and pus, and applied a bacta patch.

"Your copula site is infected, this is far more bad than we expected."

'It is not surprising either, considering we needed illegal surgery to avoid Empire's search.'

When he heard the soft yet rumbling voice directly in his head, Wolffe's face didn't soften, only hardened by worry and anger. The anger even Wolffe didn't know where they were from, what they were for. He was exhausted. From the long journey of running underworld, fighting your brothers and whole Empire, and keep lying for everything, and wandering around the world that Wolffe was never able to experience before the end of the war. They were many new dangers everywhere, so many lies and darkness, and Wolffe needed to protect his General, no matter what happened and will happen to them. He needed to be sharp, sensitive and brave to endure all those harsh outside world. But, it was always a difficult mission to him. Even his Jedi General seemed to be more aware of the rules and cruelty of the outer world. He always saved Wolffe when his in problem.

Like before, the time when they were fighting in warfare together.

It never changed. Even after his General now injured and hurt from burnt in his skin, the pain and infection in his lost arm, and loss of his voice. Even the fact that Wolffe and his brothers were the reason now Plo is suffering.

Wolffe never felt this powerless. It felt like the Malevolence, the Khorm again.

And it made Wolffe angry. He was ashamed of this. Because it was not Plo's fault, yet it was him who was enduring when Wolffe broke down. Like that morning.

"I will go to town for myself this time. You will stay here."

Wolffe gathered his package while he ordered his friend in a low voice. Kel-Dor signed behind him, and Wolffe definitely felt more uncomfortable to hear that.

'I do not doubt about your strength and bravery, but I'm afraid that I have bad feelings about letting you go alone for today.'

And Wolffe knew that his General's concern was always collected, due to their Force ability shit or something. He knew that Plo was just worried.

"General, I and trained man. And I know about how to protect myself. It would be harder if there's more injured I need to protect."

After realizing his outburst, Wolffe quickly turned his head to door, opposite of Plo, with much shame and shock from his word.

He would never, ever feel uncomfortable for taking care of his General. He would gladly die, or die trying to save his Jedi. The Jedi who always treated clones as a sentient, a friend, a brave trooper. The Jedi who gladly accepted the place as the leader of the pack, and took the symbol of the wolf. Who fought by their side, healed their wounds and traumas, and remained by their side when they marched away. Who took many blasts and dangers to protect his troopers, always jumped to battle first, and left as the last.

He never deserved this.

He never deserved anything from this.

When Wolffe was about to quickly leave, another word rumbled through his head.

'Be careful, Wolffe.'

Plo never deserved this.

He didn't deserve Wolffe.

Who was just coward, who just watched helplessly in the pod when his brothers and General fought for him in the dard space void, who cried in pain through his eye and desperately cringing in his General's arm, who was not strong enough to fight back the sith twice, who couldn't fought the Order before attacking his General, who never admitted his helplessness and fear and turned them to anger, and always get in General's way and needed his help.

And yet, Plo always kind to him. Always tried to understand him, and wanted to help him for everything.

Wolffe felt like he was a burden. Which was funny, considering that he was the one who saved and patched his General. Maybe that wasn't enough. Wasn't enough to be by side of Plo Koon. To be his friend, his pack, his...

Wolffe shaked his head hard. There was no time for being sentimental. He needed to gather more medical supplies from markets. Plo's wound needed more treatment, and the saved supplies were running out. He couldn't fail this time. He needed to be strong and smart. For his General's sake.

Wolffe didn't come back to their hideout even after the sun went down to the ground.

Plo Koon was very worried. Worried about where Wolffe was, and what he was doing, or what happened to him. Wolffe was a man of the word, he was never late to come back to their place before the sunset. Which meant probably something that Plo always feared had happened to his friend.

Wolffe was a tough man, smart and brave, but never was a good liar and negotiator. He was dragged so many troubles in life as a civilian, and even almost dragged to danger of crimes, including murder and abduction. And yet Wolffe always wanted his General to be behind his back to ensure Plo's safety.

Wolffe always said that Plo's life and safety were the priority. That he would help his General's search and find remaining Jedis. But he was wrong.

In deepest place in Plo's mind, he knew that he would never find any survivors that easily. He doubted how many survivors were even there in galaxy. Plo was saved by the suffering of his Commander, who still had trauma from the Khorm in his eye and head. His survival was the twisted miracle made by tragedy and fondness.

Plo knew that he had no purpose after the fall of the order. Jedi had failed, his family had died, even his niece... He tried to stop her, stop her from reckless and dangerous last mission, through their last remaining bond. But she was stubborn like she always was, and also brave and honored Jedi Knight, who never backed away from what is right thing. When their bond broke for the last time, the shock had knocked down Plo in the middle of the road, which made Wolffe full panic.

After all the grief and mourning, when Plo finally managed to gather his strength to move, he watched Wolffe silently patching his wound, and finally realized.

He was never alone. He still had one purpose. At least he could find one precious priority for now.

Wolffe never managed to experience the world outside the war. The cruelty and the beauty of the galaxy, without the army, and the orders. He still could see all the new world outside. He could live to see them all.

And Plo wanted to help him to live in the world outside from the order. To protect him from the cruelty of the space. And make him experience many joy and freedom. The normal life.

Wolffe deserved it, like all other sentients do. Like all those troopers who marched away did.

And Plo would make sure at least Wolffe will get what he deserved. Because they were Pack. They offered him their space and color.

'Until the war ends.' Wolffe said when he gave Plo the vambraces painted in gray Wolfpack symbol. They're bond were for the war. The war tried to tear and break them. So they sworn to this symbol that they would protect each other as the Pack through the war. And when the war finally ends, they will go back to their home.

Now, their home were gone, and war never ended, not for them. Plo and Wolffe were still fighting in war. For survival, from the Empire, in the nightmare, they always fought together.

And Plo were determined to protect Wolffe from the war. He war not able to do that in the wartime, because they never wanted to run away from fighting for innocent. But for now, they were at least free. Wolffe didn't need to be stay sharp, to push himself off limit. Plo wanted Wolffe to be more honest to his mind and emotions, but it appeared that nothing in this galaxy had an easy road to success.

Plo checked his arm one more time. The bleeding had stopped, but the aching pain never stopped. His body felt like burning, and his breath made his throat hurt every time he breathed.

But something told him to move out.

The Force was telling him to move out. To find him. To help him.

Outside the door, the weather was dark, and tick clouds were gathering above the town. It felt like warning. Like preparing something strong.

Feeling the Force which remained in silence now shifted in air, Plo hurried his steps toward the town.

Considering his experience from his history as a seeker, it would be the hard search for his friend.

[chaosismynamemf]

Here are headcanons bc i decided im not going to wait for someone to ask for them bc im not a wuss PT. 1

I SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK IS REALLY FUCKING TALL

Remus and lily are also pretty tall

James and sirius are short kings

peter's average height and hes chill with that

hes also carries himself really like idk proper? idk. He just unconsciously has really good posture. its so fuckin elegant (Bc you KNOW that shit was drilled into him asap. sirius was the same way i think lol. I think my mans literally trained himself to slouch.)

ALSO- I regulus has autism (ik its a popular hc but idc if its popular i agree with it and i love everyone being nd and gay and pwinpiwnpinqfp I NEED REPRESENTATION ALR??)

Reg also has bipolar disorder and anxiety ptsd and depression

Sirius has bpd and ocd and ptsd bc i have bpd and ocd and i said so

james has adhd

remus has depression and anxiety

peter is the token nt friend lmao once again hes just chillin

hes vv supportive tho and is as helpful as he can be you wont catch him slippin and being ignorant and weird about his friends and they mental illness. Nuh-uh no sir.

Ok so i dunno much about the slytherin skittles or like Marlene, dorcus (is she apart of slytherin skittles?? idk man) ,mary, etc etc

But i see them everywhere in the fandom sooooo yall best be aware ive gotten attached to these fuckers

Marlene

She is SO FUCKIN HOT

Gods

So hot

She could step on me

Her and sirius are besties. Leather jacket duo if you will.

OK BUT REGULUS IN PLATFORMS???

Just thought of that and i am in love

Ugh this man is my everything

i honestly just wanna be his best friend

deadass

but anyways

i actually like the idea of regulus and sirius having similar music tastes and exchanging music reccs

dont come at me lmao

Literally reggie and sirius are just 2 sides of the same coin

this post is getting really fuckin long. BUT IDC

i wanna talk about my VERY MUCH ALIVE AND WELL AND HAPPY gay wizards

i dont know much about other cultures or anything like that.

so im not gonna go willy nilly and assign a bunch of headcanons on race or ethnicity or whatever

but i am TELLING YOU, YEA YOU

my wizard babies were not all white

We can all agree on this yes?

james has a little bump on the bridge of his nose.

And dimples

regulus and sirius getting drunk would either be really really funny or really really depressing

There is no in between

regulus is the type to not heavily drink all too often but when he does? my mans is blackout

the next morning? he dont know shit, legit if he DOES remember anything? hes like "mustve been a funky dream"

Yes regulus says funky

i honestly dont gaf that marauders era is set in like the 70's

Regulus deadass acts like gen Z incarnated, and you wouldnt be able to snatch this from my cold dead hands

even then i wouldnt let go

id wake up to bitch slap you

bitch

ANYWAYS

I think that regulus has like really explosive anger and sirius actually has like the quiet, you know im angry, what'cha gonna do about it?

my logic is that regulus has for the longest time kept all of his emotions and opinions to himself bc he literally couldnt express them because he was barely surviving as is

regulus speaking his mind about anything would be suicide

Now the opposite is for sirius ofc

sirius from pretty early got to scream and shout what he thought and felt until he lost his voice

He got a lot of it out of his system

he hasnt HAD to bottle up enough anger to be explosive

Also jus sayin i set all of this in a everyone lives, nobody dies universe

voldemort is killed in the 1st war because regulus survived the cave and ended up on Order of the phoenix's doorstep bein like

"Let me in, i got sum shit to tell you"

Man's is soaking wet and has a look so intense noone can tell him no

And so my mans joins the order and ends the war MUCH MUCH EARLIER

pop off buddy

love ya, mean it

nobody really trusted him at first

and i mean it

regulus was vv alienated at first (Not by dorcus, but dorcus is only one person and cant keep the caution and disgust and animosity away completely)

and you know what??

He was hurt he was angry he was depressed and he was so so over this shit

So he screamed until he was hoarse and told them to get their heads outta their asses bc he was here to help and here to stay

he knows he fucked up and he is self aware to know that he couldve been called the "bad guy" on many occasions

but that doesnt fuckin matter anymore because hes apart of their little hero club now and he is not being shunned just because he was a dumb kid who made mistakes

long story short my dudes like "SO-if you're going to talk shit, either say it to my face or keep quiet. ight?"

vv quickly after that people choose to keep quiet and actually yknow interact with him and see for themselves that he is not the boogie man hiding under their bed waiting to fuck them over.

I love angry, unhinged, doesnt gaf anymore regulus

Hes been through too much to be calm cool and collected towards people who he doesnt give a shit about (i mean he will but still)

ANYWAYS (can you tell i have adhd? if not i vv much am)

Regulus yanks his school besties (Even and barty) away from voldemort. I think my mans straight up yoinked them.

after the war he reaches out to pandora

this is getting really long so i will make another part lmao

LOOK YOU CANT BLAME ME

these characters couldve been so dynamic and complex

and jkr ROBBED US

[howthekriffdidigethere]

Wish Come True.

Chapter eight: The Mechanic and the Mission.

Sorry everyone for the wait, life had some unexpected things happen and I wasn't on here much at all. But I hope you enjoy the next chapter 💜

(TW: descriptions of anxiety and bad parenting, fear of being punished, talks of war, death, and abuse.)

A few more days passed, and the entire time, I was either in class, training with Hunter, or studying.

I had taken Zayn up on his offer and had tracked him down so he could help me study.

I had briefly explained my situation, but not in its entirety. I wasn't sure I was allowed to share any of it, but it was obvious that I was new to this whole thing, and had never been seen around The Temple before this.

I hung around Blaze some more as well, he was with Zayn and I a lot of the times we studied, though he mostly just provided a distraction.

I found out, however, that Blaze didn't get to The Temple till he was ten. He had only spent five years here so far, so it made me feel a bit better that I wasn't the only one who hadn't spent their whole life here.

He was training under Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Zayn under Master Plo Koon, who I had talked to briefly once, and was immediately welcomed with open arms by the Kel Dor.

I was slowly becoming more used to being here, though I still got lost easily, which was the predicament I was in now.

I had thought I was heading back to mine and Cody's room after training, but somehow had ended up in the hanger, and no one looked a tad bit familiar.

I sighed for the millionth time in the past hour as I turned yet another corner, and didn't find anyone.

I lifted my head to the ceiling as I walked, grumbling, "I just wanted to take a shower and study, but no, I had to take the scenic route. Lucky me!"

As I continued to walk and grumble, I wasn't paying attention to where I was stepping, and tripped over something, falling right onto the hard ground.

I cursed myself under my breath as I hit, barely able to catch myself before my face pancaked into the floor.

"Woah! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to trip you." A boys voice stressed above me.

I froze. Shit, even better, I fell infront of someone.

'Ughhhhhhh!'

I rolled over, quite awkwardly, and looked up at who was talking.

A boy, not much older then me, with tan skin, silver hair that looked incredible soft, and eyes that were an enchanting icy blue. He had a long scar running over his left eye, a mid-helix peirceing on his right ear, and grease that covered his hands, face, and hair.

"Here, um, let me help you up." The boy reached his right hand down, and grabbed the upper part of my arm, pulling me up when I didn't say anything. "Again, I apologize. I didn't even know my feet weren't under the ship." He gestured to the Jedi Starfighter beside us.

I finally broke out of my shock and responded, "No! Its, uh, its not your fault. I wasn't paying attention and, I guess I tripped over your feet... But may I ask what your doing under the spacecraft?"

"Oh, uh, I'm a Mechanic. For the 212th Battalion actually. I haven't been with them long though." He explained, smiling bashfully.

"Oh, well that would make sense." I chuckled lightly, the boy joining in.

"I'm Xavier, by the way." He nodded in greeting.

I reached out my hand to shake his, "Its nice to meet you, I'm Fae."

Xavier took and shook my hand, smiling softly.

When we pulled back, I noticed the same grease that had been on him, was now staining my hands as well.

"Kriff, sorry about that." He, once again, apologized, grabbing a rag from his belt and handing it to me. "I forget its there sometimes."

I chuckled and wiped my hands off. "Its all good, don't worry. If I freak out about a little grease getting on me, I have other issues."

Xavier laughed. "Fair point, I guess."

I handed him back the rag once I was done with it. "Sorry for interrupting your work."

He shook his head, "Nah, its okay. I should probably take a break anyways. Been out here since the sun rose."

I shook my head, "Anyone who gets up that early is clinically insane." I took a step back, acting wary of him.

He just laughed and raises his hands in surrender. "I agree with you, trust me. I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't have to. But if it means I get a place to stay, free food, and get a paycheck? Hell yeah I'll loose some sleep!"

I laughed and tilted my head, observing him. "You seem awfully young to be doing this."

He placed a hand on his hip and smirked at me. "Says the girl who looks younger than."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Okay, but you don't know what I do."

"Well, if you're here you have to be with the GAR somehow." He paused. "Unless you're not, and in that case, I should be reporting you."

I chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm supposed to be here. I'm a padawan, under General Kenobi actually."

Xavier blinked then a look of realization passed over his face. "Ohh, you're that person? Zayn and Blaze told me about you."

I tilted my head, "You know them? How?"

He chuckled, "Its, uh...a long story. But Blaze introduced me to Zayn, who introduced me to Angeletta."

"Who is Angeletta?" I asked, never having heard the name before.

He smiled, "A little girl, she's a youngling and is really close to Zayn." He explained. "You'd love her, everyone does."

I nodded slowly. "Is she sweet or something?"

He chuckled, "Think of her a eight year old version of Zayn, but more bright-eyed and hopeful."

My eyes widened slightly at this description. Zayn was one of the most cheery people I have ever known, so to say someone was more than him really meant something.

'Maybe she's like I was at that age...'

I shook my head and smiled. "She sounds nice, I'll have to meet her sometime."

"We can do it now." He offered me. "She's usually is at the Temple gardens right now, we can go visit her."

I hesitated. "I barely know you, and have never heard of her... How do I know this isn't some trick?"

He shrugged. "You don't, I guess. But it'd be pretty dumb of me to try anything, with all the security around."

"I...I guess that's true..." I mumbled, then narrowed my eyes up at him. "But if you try anything, I-"

"I won't, I won't!" He quickly assured, chuckling nervously.

"Alright...Lead the way."

About fifteen minutes later, we were in The Temple Gardens, which I didn't even know existed before now.

But they did, and they were beautiful. There were trees, flowers, and plants of all kinds, most I had never seen before. They were vibrant and smelled amazing.

"Well, I didn't lie to you." Xavier spoke up after a moment. "Trust me now?"

I scoffed out a laugh. "It takes a lot more than that for me to trust someone."

He smirked. "Good, me too."

I smirked back, but before I could say anything, a girls voice cut through.

"Xavier!!" She cheered in delight, skipping over to us.

Her hair was so blond it was almost white, and her skin was the palest I'd ever seen. Her eyes were also a pale blue.

As she padded toward Xavier, he scooped her off the ground and threw her into the air like she weighed nothing.

"Hey, Angel." He greeted her, ruffling her hair once she was on the ground. "How're you today?"

She grinned up at him. "Good! Even better now that you're here."

He smirked, "Everything is better when I'm here."

"That is yet to be determined." I chimed in, chuckling.

The little girl turned to look at me, her eyes full of wonder. "Who are you?"

"Angel, this is Fae, the girl Zayn and Blaze have been teling us about." Xavier bent down and explained to her.

Realization washed across her little features at his words.

"Ohhh," She started, "The one Blaze thinks is cute-?"

Xavier's eyes widened and he looked at me. "Don't tell him you know that!"

Angeletta giggled adorably. "Why? She is pretty!"

I chuckled quietly and smiled at her. No one had ever complimented me much, and never my looks.

"Thanks, kiddo...And don't worry, I won't say anything." I assured, feeling a small blush form.

Angeletta bounced over to me, grabbing my hand. "You're new here." She stated. "I heard the older younglings say you're Master Kenobi's padawan."

I nodded and kneeled to her height. "That I am, kid."

She smiled more. "I like Master Kenobi. He's always nice, and tells good stories! So does Master Yoda!"

"Ah, well, you'll have to tell them to me sometime, since I missed out on them." I nudged her gently, already feeling a soft spot grow for her.

She gasped excitedly. "So you're gonna be here more??"

I chuckled, "I promise I'll try to be around some. I'm sure I'll find a way to fit you into my schedule."

She grinned widely and cheered, dancing and jumping around.

Xavier just chuckled as he watched her, and I knew this behavior was normal for her.

"Hey, Angel, its getting late, you should head inside." He told her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her spinning.

Her smile fell a bit. "But I want to stay with you and Fae."

"I know, but we'll be back." He sympathized, giving a small smil.

She frowned in disappointment but nodded. "Okay...As long as you promise."

"I do." He answered immediately, using his index finger to mark an 'X' over his heart. "And I'll bring Fae, too"

Angel smiled again and nodded, copying his movements with her finger, the gave him a tight hug and ran off, waving at us.

"Bye, Xavier! Bye, Fae!" She yelled as she ran back into The Temple, and I gave her a small wave back.

"Well, I should probably be heading back to my room." I admitted to him after the girl disappeared. It was late, and I didn't feel like getting in trouble for not being there.

Xavier nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I should probably get some food and then get some rest. Got more work to do tomorrow."

I smiled softly at him. "Well, best of luck to you then."

"You too, Fae." He smiled back. "See you around."

We both turned and went our separate ways, both having our own things to attend to.

I hurried to the Barracks, worried I'd be in trouble.

I opened the door and rushed inside, finding Cody sitting at the little table and tensing.

"Sorry, Cody." I started quickly. "I lost track of time and uh–" I paused when I looked at his face.

He didn't seem mad at all, or even concerned. He looked like he always did.

My steps faltered slightly and I cleared my throat. "Everything okay?"

Cody raised a brow, "I should be asking you that. You look terrified."

I swallowed and shook my head, coming closer. "I...I was just expecting you to be mad..."

He tilted his head and gave me a confused look. "Should I be?"

I sat across from him and shrugged, lowering my head. "Its...Its late. Aren't you mad that I wasn't back?"

I heard him chuckle. "No, I figured you were with those other padawans. Were you?"

I shook my head, still tense. I was confused on why he wasn't angry.

I was late, I hadn't told him where I was, and I wasn't even with someone he thought I would be with.

"I...N-No." I confessed, still scared he'd suddenly lash out. "I was with this guy I met, Xavier. He's the mechanic for the 212th apparently."

He nodded in understanding, "Yeah, he is. How'd you meet him?"

I shook my head, blinking. "Hang on, you're not mad???"

He chuckled. "Again, should I be? You got a guilty conscience?"

"I- No, I just-" I stammered, trying to wrap my head around it. "Are you just messing with me? Waiting for me to relax before you strike?"

Cody's gaze turned worried. "What are you talking about, kid?"

"I'm talking about how its nearly midnight and I'm just now showing up!" I expressed, eyes wide. "A-And you didn't know where I was. Aren't you mad or something??"

He frowned, "No...Kid, you being out for a while after classes and training isn't a problem. It wouldn't be unless I specifically asked for you to come back."

"But, I..." I started but was unable to finish, not even sure what I was going to say.

Cody was silent as he observed me, eyes full of concern.

When he finally did speak, his voice was softer than I had ever heard before from anyone.

"Did that used to happen with your parents?" He asked me gently. "Did they get mad if you were late?"

I hesitated but nodded slowly, looking down at the ground. "Is...Is that not normal?"

"I'm not really sure what's normal and what's not, I don't have parents." Cody admitted softly. "But I do know there is something called unecessary anger..."

"I..." I swallowed a lump then shook my head. "It wasn't unecessary." I looked up at him. "Moving on. Sorry."

His brows furrowed. "Wait, kid-"

"Its fine, Codes." I cut him off quickly, wanting a new topic immediately. "Promise."

Cody hesitated but gave in after a short moment. "Alright, fine. But only because I have to talk to you about something else."

I tilted my head. "What is it?"

"You have a mission."

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"Wa-Wa-Wa-Wait. Wait." I waved my hands in the air. "I haven't even been here for two weeks, just started training a few days ago, but I'm leaving for a mission tomorrow?"

Cody sighed, "It appears so. The Jedi Council wants you to go to Onderon to see if you'll remember anything while you're there, so maybe you can–"

"Tell them what's gonna happen so they can make sure they win? Or in other words, use me to gain power?" I raised a brow, feeling anger rise up in me.

"Yeah, I...That sounds about right." Cody swallowed, dropping his gaze to the floor.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, "You knew that they were gonna do this, didn't you?"

Cody looked me in the eyes before sighing and turning his head again, ashamed, "Yeah, I did. So did Obi-Wan."

"And you went along with it?"

"I didn't agree with it, but I didn't have much of a choice but to go along with it. I don't know about Obi-Wan though." Cody came and sat by me on the ground. "I know he doesn't think you're ready for it..."

There was a silence that came over the both of us.

This mission wasn't supposed to be a difficult one but...

"They're right, Cody. I'm not ready. I might be going with three jedi and Rex, but if there's a huge battle and I barely know how to hold a gun... I'm not gonna make it back. Punching a droid isn't gonna do much." I grumbled, glaring at the floor. "There's no real point in me going anyway! They're just using me to try and get information about the future! They don't care i-if I die!"

"I know," Cody said, voice sad but understanding. "There's never a guarantee for safety on the battlefield, you'll come to realize that soon, but you're going with the best fighters the Republic has, I have hope that you will return."

"But what's the point if I'm just gonna be used? The Jedi said that the Separatists would do anything to gain my memory, who's to say the jedi and the Republic won't do the same?" My fist clenched to try and stop my shaking hands, but to no avail.

Cody didn't have an answer for that. He knew I was right, the Republic had already started using me for their benefit instead of helping me. And no one can stop them...

"I wish there was something I could do, truly. But what kind of power do you and I hold that would make them change their minds?" His head turned to look at me.

"None. And that's exactly how they want it." I looked down at my lap. "There's nothing we can do."

'Its always about power. There are none who climb far up in society that will reach down to pull someone up with them...' Its your fault for falling for it again. I thought you would've learned by now. 'Yeah. Me too.'

Cody and I sat in silence on the floor for a long time, both of us weighed down by the situation at hand.

After what felt like hours, I whispered shakily, "Y-You know...I always dreamt of coming here..."

I noticed Cody's head turn to me, but he didn't say a word, letting me continue.

"With all the shit I went through at home, between t-the yelling, my dad nearly k-killing me almost every time I-I was at his house, and my o-only friend ever betraying me... T-This place was my escape. My comfort." I sniffed, suddenly fighting oncoming tears. "B-But it's not what I thought it'd be... Atleast there, people would notice if I suddenly didn't show up to places... N-No one even knows me here..."

"I know you...I-I would notice." Cody urged quietly. "I wish I could do more. I'd take you out of this stupid war if I could but..."

"You can't." I nodded, the first tear falling. "I-I made the wish to be here...Now I pay the price."

"It shouldn't cost you your life though." Cody frowned deeply.

"But...It will." I sighed shakily, wiping the tear away and bringing knees to chest. "Who knew...my dream would one day kill me..."

Before I could speak more, Cody's arms were around me in a tight hug.

I tensed slightly, eyes widening. "Cody–"

"I know." He cut me off gently. "I know but... you need one, kid...just relax for a moment."

I hesitated, feeling awkward and unsure exactly what to do, but slowly, I made my shoulders untense and I leaned into him.

It...Was nice, oddly enough. It had been years since I felt like this...

A lump formed in the back of my throat and more tears formed in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

I tried to desperately hold them back, pressing into Cody's shoulder to hide them, but I had a feeling he knew already, whether he saw the tears or not.

I'm not sure how long we sat there, me fighting backs sobs, and him just holding me to his chest, knowing he needed the comfort along with me.

Eventually, we both drifted to our designated sleeping spots and fell asleep without another word.

[luminalightsverse]

Oona's name was unknown when she was found by Plo Koon, so he decided to give her a name. It didn't take him long to find something he thought would fit her and named her Oloonah Leto.

I just pretened that Those are Kel Dor words that are also used as names. The meaning of them is “Beloved Glimmer” (Oloonah) and “Hope” (Leto). Together the meaning is “Beloved Glimmer of Hope”. Her nickname Little Loona, how Plo often calls her, means "Little Light" and is also a Kel Dor word. Her other nickname (Oona) means "Little Lamb", "Pure" or "Unity" but this one is not derived from the Kel Dor language. This name came to be because Oona couldn't pronaunce her name right when she was still a young child and made Oona out of it. This nickname stuck and most people call her that.

Oloonah is pronaunced O-loo-nuh and Leto Le-to. The E in Leto is pronaunced like the german E, so it's not as short like in the word "Let" but a bit longer. Oloonah is formed by the Kel Dor words Olo "Beloved" and Onah "Glimmer", Loona, like I said before, means "Light" in Kel Dor Keep in mind there is no official Kel Dor language (at least I couldn't find anything except of the greeting "Koh-to-yah"). So this is completely made up by me. Just pretend this is right and I made a big research, learned the language and now can speak it fluently (I mean I actually did a big research and even made up a name but anyway). Thanks.

Plo gave her those names so she would always remember that she is loved and important, that there is always a glimmer of hope, even in the darkest times where no one can see it. It's a reminder for her that light and hope always persevere and that she always carries the light and hope in herself.

He also gave her those names because he found her in the dead of winter, left to die in a bag on a unofficial landfill far away from civilization. This landfill was made by the living beings on the planet and he could see that it was often used by criminals. If found by the wrong person, Oona could have ended up as a slave or been killed for her organs. When he arrived on the planet, there was already a snow storm raging, so strong that he could barely see anything and had to be led by the Force. After he finally found Oona, he thought that it was a wonder that this child was still alive. To see such a small baby surviving all alone in the dark while it was freezing cold and with no clothes on her gave him hope. At that moment Oona became a glimmer of hope to him and watching her grow and become stronger just reinforced it.

For Oloonah's name I combined different names to one and gave it a new meaning, because I couldn't find a name were the meaning and sound really fit. Either I liked the meaning but the name wasn't perfect or the name sounded nice but the meaning wasn't what I had in mind. Those names, were I liked the sound and decided to use for a made up name, are: * Oonagh meaning "Little Lamb; Queen of the Fairies; Unity; Pure" * Lona/Loona meaning "Lioness/Moon" * Alona meaning "Beauty; Oak" * Leto meaning "Hidden; Forgotten"

[spikybanana]

we're clueless but so fine- part 2/7

hihihi bet you didn't think this was making a come back: me neither. asexual wolfstar asexual wolfstar asexual wolfstar at hogwarts part 1 / masterpost

Sirius went on a couple more dates with Amelia. During which Sirius did get better at kissing, thank you very much. Luckily for him, they didn’t go back to Madam Puddifoot’s again, and they got around to checking off a couple classic spots for this dating business. It was rather nice of her to show him around, and it was positively thrilling to watch his friends’ (James and Peter’s, for Remus was staunchly indifferent) deferential expressions as he narrated the escapades. 

It all came to an abrupt stop, however, one mid-winter afternoon. They were just meandering silently towards Hogsmeade’s edge, ready to return to Hogwarts after their last date. Sirius brought them to a stop, stepped forward to press a kiss onto Amelia’s lips. 

“So, when do you want to meet up next?”

Amelia was hesitant against his lips, however. 

“Actually…” She began, gently pushing Sirius away, “I think we should break up, Sirius.”

“What, why?” Sirius frowned, flabbergasted. Amelia looked apologetic, a bit stricken with it. “Did I do something?”

“No, no! I like you, Sirius, I really do. And you haven’t done anything, promise. And uh, that’s sorta the point.” She chuckled flatly, “You’re brilliant, and funny and charming, and all of that. But we’re just… not going anywhere, are we?”

“What do you mean?” Sirius put on a grin, and decided to grab her hand, “we’ve gone to all the places. We’ve talked and kissed, and gotten to know each other, and unless you mean— oh.” his grin fell flat, useless.

“Yeah.” She smiled tightly. “Guess I wanted more than you, which is fine, just means I’m not necessarily willing to wait.”

“I thought that’s not what this is all about.” Sirius grew defensive, “Relationships are about making that connection and, and forging something together with care—”

“You’re full of pretty words, Sirius.” Amelia cut him off, “but is that really what you’re in this for? Sometimes I doubt you really even care about— you know.”

Sirius took half a step back, crossing his arms. He felt accused, but he barely knew what she meant to accuse him of. Did she think he was putting up a front of liking her? Or that he had romanticised a glitter-vest affection for her out of thin air?

“And hey, even if you don’t care, that’s fine, really.” Amelia continued, “I’m not trying to accuse you or guilt you into anything, because I never said there was anything either of us needed. But I’m just… saying it now, before either of us get bored and this gets ugly.” 

Sirius stared at her for a long time, then sighed. “I… appreciate you being straight with me, I suppose.” He looked down at the ground, then back up at her again, “why didn’t you ever try to tell me what you wanted?”

At that, Amelia let out an incredulous laugh, “What do you mean? I’ve been dropping hints for weeks, you really haven’t noticed?” she keened, “I’d been staring at you so much I almost felt bad— it almost felt inappropriate.”

“What?” Sirius nearly screeched, “I hadn’t noticed at all, I—”

“Are you serious? I mean, well fuck, obviously but. Sirius. Girls stare at you all the time! More than a couple of blokes too, if you ask me.” Amelia shook her head with amazement while Sirius gawked. “People are— people like you! You’re— fucking hell. You’re good looking, you’ve got that whole reputation going around of being the aloof lover, which by godric you are not, but the point being— it’s like you’re fawned upon by half the school, do you really not know at all?”

The rest of the conversation was a blur, having left Sirius utterly confused and mildly irritated, what she said about other girls leaving something clammy and squirmy down the back of his spine. The Break Up had been conclusive, Sirius wholly caught off guard by Amelia, who’s usually so cool-mannered, going into a strop about that of all things. 

He was lying face down on his bed, alone in their dorm. The rest of them had been a little stupefied when Sirius told them. Even James looked at a loss for what to say or do. 

“Do you want us to… give you some space?” James had asked, carefully. Which sounded utterly ridiculous to Sirius but he shrugged and let them play their part, at which point James had dragged the rest of them out.

Sirius signed wearily, rolled out of their bed, and went to the bathroom for the mirror. 

Sirius had truthfully (no, really) not thought much about the functions of mirrors before. It was jarring, to say the least, seeing all the blasted portraits of that blasted house on his own face. But after what Amelia said… he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that other people saw, when they looked at him. He stared at his face, trying to find some other way to look at those eyes, those lips. He tilted his chin this way and that, testing the angles, seeing how the light highlighted the cut of his jaw. Was this what they saw? How his hair naturally fell, framed his cheeks and hid the colour of his eyes, which were a stormy grey of—

Bloody bollocks of Merlin. 

Sirius growled in frustration. This was hopeless, entirely ludicrous. He shuddered, kicking himself for even thinking through the whole ordeal. There was no point, he decided. What people did or didn’t see was entirely their business, and really, Sirius couldn’t care less.

What he did notice however, was that Amelia was right. Once he started looking, he could see that he turned heads in the corridors, he caught people’s attention when he spoke. He had a grip on people, alright, and he supposed it was rather flattering. It was a new kind of self-consciousness that was as unnerving as inexplicably thrilling. 

Sirius didn’t know that he was going to act on it until, well, he was. It was just another morning of shenanigans at the breakfast table. James making dumb jokes at Lily Evans as she passed with her friends, and Remus whacking him on the head affectionately. In the middle of the group that passed, however, Sirius saw Mary turn to him, with a meaningful smile that was both shy and sly, and his head rushed with understanding. 

Perhaps, all this was a game he could play. 

Not only that, this was a game he was endowed to play well. 

He began to slip out of his seat. He winked at his friends’ questioning looks, grinned like he was on a mission, and promptly swooped towards where the girls were just leaving through the Hall’s doors.

[magdasabs]

The swedish media has always for some reason been extra hard on M. It might sound wierd to no. Swedes because you hear about her being a ballon dor, chelsea captain etc, but in swedish media she is always on a fragile line. When she is great they will say she is good, but as soon as she takes one step wrong they will make that the reason they lost/didn’t won by5 goals etc.

Meanwhile other players can make mistakes all the time but you won’t hear about it at all. Like i said when M is playing good they will say it, but she, in their eyes, can never just have a decent game. It is either good or the whole and only reason the team fell apart (although in reality she isn’t the reason). It is really frustrating and the problem is, people buy their opinion because every other game you read M wasn’t good, when she really wasn’t bad.

Alright, I get it. That's not my experience but I also haven't been following Swedish media for all that long.

To me it seems like she is very well-loved by the media, that's why they have dozens of interviews with her every time she's available and why she won diamantbollen and is constantly on lists for best player etc. I know she is held to a high standard but that's also because she's very popular, for example they made two documentaries from those series that were highlighting players before the euros and she and Frido were the only two to get featured in both. I think this 'criticism towards criticism' is too harsh at time because for example today I don't think anything that bad was said yet people are raging in my inbox and an anon recently pointed out that doing that only brings more attention to it and is likely to spread it further, same as when you comment on twitter haters and so on. Just my two cents

[occasionally-good-authoring]

Chimera and the Wolf- Chapter Four

@indigothemuse @squishmallow36

Dorian

Dorian falls asleep first when they get to their door. He shoved his bags off of his bed, kicked off his shoes, and fell into his bed. He hadn’t even taken off his jacket, but with the amount of times he’s slept in it, Diana isn’t worried about it. He’s worn that jacket every day since Diana made it for him, sewing it by hand as Baz hung their head off of Diana’s bed. 

It was a long summer that year, a hot flash hitting almost all of July and coming back with a vengeance in August. Baz was staying over that night, complaining only once about the heat. Diana’s house was old with barely functioning air conditioning, the unit stuck in her bedroom window barely did anything to quell the non-stop assault of heat. Hell, Diana probably complained more about it than Baz did, even though she was used to the stickiness of it. Baz has the patience of a saint and a nasty habit of making Diana look bad (and Dorian, for that matter). 

"You have to make the stitches closer together, Diana," Baz told her. 

“Do I really? Dor won’t care either way. He’ll probably love it more if it’s messier. You know him.”

“Yeah, I do. He’d ruin everything in that house if he could get away with it. Maybe even if he couldn’t.”

Diana had laughed then. It was a joke afterall, Dorian wouldn’t do something that stupid. He would know what would happen, that it would never end well for him. Wouldn’t he? Diana knows he’s reckless, more than anyone should. She’s spelled a few million barriers to keep Dorian from slipping to where he’d never get out of, she knows how Dorian is. But even then, Diana can’t be sure of what Dorian would or wouldn’t do. Dorian spent his whole life like it was a bet in a casino, unaware of how the house always wins.

He gambled with his life and the lives of the sorry people who cared about him, Diana lucking her way into being one of them. Maybe even if he couldn’t.

Did he get away with it this time? When he left that Fairiesforsaken house, did he get away with it? For all his talk, Diana doesn’t think she’ll ever be sure if he did. Even a fool can get off scot free with luck on his side, and Dorian was no fool. Diana sat on her bed, Baz in the bathroom showering, and watched Dorian’s chest rise and fall in his sleep. She should take his jacket off, hang it up on the bedpost so Dorian wouldn’t spend hours looking for it when he woke up.

But Diana knew what that jacket hid, or maybe she didn’t. She knew of all his scars. She could only guess at where he got them, but his parents seem like a good enough bet. She knew what the jacket meant, or maybe she didn’t. It meant freedom, or maybe it didn’t. Anything meant anything with Dorian, or maybe it didn’t. Maybe everything meant what it seemed to mean and Diana was worried for nothing. But she’d never know. Dorian held his secrets close (he held everything close, really, but it was the secrets Diana worried about most). Like any gambler, he kept his cards close to his chest; for better or worse, Diana doesn’t think she’ll know for a long time, if ever.

Diana stands up and walks over to Dorian’s bed, handling him gently as she pulls the worn leather jacket off of him. 

It can’t be comfortable, she reasons. She hangs the jacket on Dorian’s bedpost as Baz steps out of the bathroom. 

“He really should’ve changed,” Baz says lightly. They’re still toweling their shoulder length hair. They say almost everything lightly, like they’re afraid of anyone taking their words as anything more than a suggestion to be ignored. Sometimes Diana missed the Baz from first year, finding the anger in themself to sock a handsy fifth year and earn a black eye and a bleeding nose. The fifth year–Kade Westman–had picked Baz up and shook them hard, asking if they wanted to be next. 

Baz hadn’t said anything. Just licked their lips and spit in Kade’s face. 

Diana steps into the bathroom, smiling at the memory. It was one of the only times she’d seen do anything like that. The only others had been for people like Kade–the ones who took their power and held it over people like weapons–and for Dorian’s parents (who fit nicely in that category, funny enough). Fairies, Diana would pay every bit of money she had to see Camille Beauregards reaction to Baz spitting in her face. The wretch deserved that and more, a price Diana would happily make her pay in a second. 

She turns the water on in the shower, getting her towel from its place under the sink. Dorian didn’t deserve parents like he got. Marius didn’t deserve to lose his and get placed in that house. But then again, who really gets what they deserve? Certainly not a Beauregard, if Diana’s learned anything from seven years with Dorian. 

Dorian is still asleep when Diana wakes up, Baz too. The sun’s begun the creep through the window, orange beginnings of dawn opening her eyelids with no regard to if she wants them that way or not. She lets her legs fall over the edge of the bed, lets them find the floor, lets them lead her soundlessly to their door and into the Common Room of their House–Phoenix House ever since their first year. It’s the biggest one at Adrien, the only House where each door has their own bathroom. 

It’s an old building. The school’s history books say it was an old inn during the time of Manifest Destiny, run by one of the first families who reached Washington. It shows. With it’s creaking walls and floors, wood composure, musty smell, and ornate siding, Phoenix House shows its age. 

The common room is the biggest part of the house, split in half lengthwise by a large, red, moth bitten couch. A fireplace sits in front of the musty giant, always burning with runes etched into the stone to keep the fire from reaching the rest of the house. A large, hand-carved table sits between the couch and the fireplace. On the other side is a cluster of tables, all ornate and all different sizes. 

Now, the table near the fireplace has three file boxes sitting on top of it. The boxes hold the schedules for every student, meant to be grabbed and read on the way to Adrien’s main building where all the classes are held on the way to breakfast. But at six, it’s one hour to breakfast. Diana knows she won’t be the only one up, but most tend to linger in their rooms until at least six thirty. Diana walks to the files, going through the neatly organized files, grabbing hers, Baz, and Dorian’s.

She climbs the stairs back to their room, avoiding all the creaky stairs until they reach the sixth floor. First door to the right is theirs, one of the largest in the House. Being friends with a Beauregard tends to pay in places like this. Diana hates the part of herself that’s glad Dorian is one of them, because for how much pain it’s caused him, sometimes Diana likes the things it gets her by being part of his life. It’s a nasty thought. Diana got these things from blood and pain, from the hands of people the Beauregard family stepped on to get where they are.

No benefit is worth what Diana knows Dorian went through at that house. Diana may only be able to guess at what happened to Dorian there, but the scars tell a story; one of violence. Diana shoves that thought back and opens the door. 

Baz is awake now, Dorian isn’t. Diana isn’t surprised. It’s six ten, he’ll be up in five minutes. He likes to make everyone at the school think his bravado is effortless, but he spends almost an hour picking out what to wear for the day. One of the only cracks in the persona Diana and Baz get to see, and Diana’s not even sure it’s a crack. Dorian plays his part well, too well. She’d like it better if Dorian let himself slip even once. 

“Morning,” Diana says. Her voice is still rough with sleep. She likes it best when it’s rough, like the gravel roads of the country. She likes it when people have to look twice at the pin on her jacket everyday. That way they don’t have an excuse for getting it wrong. 

“Dorian’s still asleep.”

“He’ll be up in like–” Diana checks her watch– “five minutes anyway.”

“Make that now,” Dorian groans. He rolls onto his back from his stomach, eyes searching the room. He sits up when they find his jacket, pulling it off the bed post and putting it on over his wrinkled clothes. His hair is a mess, falling into his eyes. Diana sees Baz look away and busy themself in looking through their suitcases. Diana would laugh if it hadn’t stopped being funny four years ago. 

“Go get dressed and take a shower. You look like you fought a toddler and lost.”

“Oh my Fairies, Ana, you’re so funny.”

“I know, it’s one of my best traits.” Dorian shambles out of his bed, straight into the bathroom. Diana gets dressed quickly in the school’s uniform–black bottoms, pants or skirt, white button up, deep purple tie, and a black blazer with the same color of purple piping. She doesn’t try too hard with the tie. Dorian taught her and Baz how to tie them in first year, Diana thinks it’s an infuriating thing to do every day. It’s six thirty when Dorian gets out of the bathroom, hair neatly on one side of his head. He’s put on thickened winged eyeliner in Adrien purple. 

Diana walks to the window facing the woods, the windowsill just wide enough to sit on. They’ll stay there until Dorian and Baz are ready to go to breakfast, likely only a few minutes after seven. The walk will take five minutes in itself.

Diana can see most of the school’s grounds from here. Four different Houses form a square that bars the school from the rest of the world. The thick trees around the square really cement the feeling that Adrien is part of an entire new world. The main building is old, made of cobblestone and stained glass. Baz loves to draw it and Diana’s ended up with a few drawings of it. The watercolor one from fifth year is her favorite. 

Then, at the edge of the woods between Phoenix House and Siren House, something moves. For a second, Diana thinks it’s a person. She leans closer to the window to get a better look. It certainly looks like a person, at least in a few aspects. But its legs look too long and its face–at least what Diana can see of it–is porcelain white and completely flat. 

And then it’s gone a millisecond later, disappeared into the thick wall of maple and birch. 

Diana looks over the woods, studying them as intently as she can from the windowsill. But the figure is gone. 

A trick of the light, that’s all.

Ares

For two weeks, two glorious weeks, Ares Fray got to believe Marius wasn’t going to listen to his aunt and uncle. Marius hadn’t made a move, hadn’t started a fight to pin on Dorian, he hadn’t even started a rumor. When he came back to the dorm at night, he didn’t even plan anything that could get Dorian in trouble. Ares thought, just for a second, Marius fucking Beauregard was going to disobey his legal guardians.

Then, of course, Marius had an idea. A horrible idea, naturally. No one would believe Dorian would blow up the Potions Classroom in anything but an accident. He was notoriously good at being bad at potions. Failed–or so the rumor goes–every potions test he ever took.

So why Marius chose potions of all things was beyond Ares. Then again, a lot of things Marius was willing to do were beyond her, so the feeling was nothing new to her. 

Over the years, many things astounded Ares. In first year, Marius had broken down in Ares and Nica’s arms, then ignored it the very next day. In second, he told them that he loved them more than anything, then made sure they knew he could never be seen as their friend. In some ways, Ares found she understood these things to a large degree. Camille and Arthur weren’t the type of people to appreciate their nephew being friends with a half-fae and a magician who had grown up practically human. 

But in other ways, Ares couldn’t believe the amount of times Marius chose Camille and Arthur over Nica and her. What had they done to earn his loyalty? From what Ares heard from Marius, it certainly couldn’t have been enough to make up for what they did to him. There had been too many times Marius had to shake off the threat we can put you back on the streets your mother left you in. She knew that with every single offer Ares gave that Marius could move in with her–truly, her mother wouldn’t mind–Marius thought it was a joke. 

Like Ares would joke about that sort of thing! And it wasn’t even as if the Beauregard Manor was some guarded prison. Dorian had gotten out, hadn’t he? Whether or not he left the manor behind, he’d escaped its walls. Ares and Nica could–would–help Marius leave that damn house behind. They were already there for Marius through everything they could be, what was one more thing? 

But no, instead of trusting them. Instead of helping Dorian, Marius was going to get Dorian expelled from Adrien. Ares could hardly believe it. She didn’t know Dorian personally, but she saw how Dorian waltzed his way through Adrien’s halls as if he owned the school. He saw how he held himself, even when he was in deep trouble. This, Ares knew, was his home. At least more of a home than the manor. He was careless in keeping it, but Ares never thought that Marius would try and tear it away from him like that. She hadn’t wanted to believe Marius could do something like that. 

It may have been his guardian's wishes, but it was Marius’ hand. Camille and Arthur weren’t at Adrien. Wishes didn’t have to be granted. 

Marius waited for a school assembly and left the dorm an hour ago. Ares assumes to set up, but she doesn't follow him down. If he gets caught, maybe it’ll knock some sense into him. Fairies know he needs it right now. Ares stands in front of the full sized mirror in their dorm. They’re on the second floor of Phoenix House in the second biggest room, a privilege Ares would do without if it meant Marius would stop. Nica steps out of the bathroom, purple tie left undone and thrown over zyr neck. Xyr shirt is messy, unbuttoned at the first two. Ares loves the way Nica looks no matter what, but there’s something more about xyr when xe doesn’t care to look nice for anyone. 

Xyr coily hair falls of xyr shoulders and a small grin sits on xyr lips. It falls when xe sees the room empty, a grim sort of thing replacing it.

“Did Marius leave? I wanted to talk to him before…”

Ares nods, turning to see Nica in more than the mirror. She notices the small bit of black eyeliner, wings done almost perfect. She’ll have to ask Nica to do hers sometime, she can never get it right. “I know.”

“It’s too late to stop him, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I’m pretty sure the only way we could get him to stop is to tie him down.”

Nica shakes xyr head with a small, sad laugh. “I’ll get the ropes, yeah?”

Ares returns xyr laugh. She meets xyr eyes, deep brown like honey when the sun hits them just right. “He’d chew his way out of them.”

Nica looks away quick. “I’m going to go head down to the theater, I’ll save you a seat. Marius too, tell him that if he stops by.”

“He won’t take it.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Nica’s shoulder brushes against Ares’ as xe walks past. Ares thinks for a moment to follow xyr out and walk down with xyr. She pushes that back, knowing that she still has to put on her tie and find the fishnet tights she knows she brought with her. They aren’t strictly against dress code, so she brings them every year to see how many times she can get away with it.

She gets the tie done quickly, not bothering to tighten it once she gets the knot done. The fishnets are considerably harder. She goes through all her suitcases first, finding them nowhere. She only wore them two days ago. They’re not in her dresser either. She looks under Nica’s bed, knowing they’ve been weirder places than that.

She walks to Marius’ bed next, placing her hand on the mattress for balance as she leans down. Something rolls onto her fingers while she gropes the dark underneath, eventually finding the fishnets. When she brings herself back up, on her fingers is a vial of potion. It’s green and yellow, the same type Marius brought down to the theater. She picks it up, considering it. She drops it in the breast pocket of her button up.

Ares pulls on the fishnets then a pair of thick soled boots. She garners more than a few odd looks as she walks down to the theater, looks she can’t make herself care about. Nica is in the back seats of the theater, the ones half hidden from view of the stage and covered in shadow. It’s Nica’s favorite part of the theater, where no one can see either of them and even in a room full of people, sometimes it feels like they’re the only ones there. It’s a ridiculous thought, but one Ares is happy to indulge in. Why shouldn’t she when Nica smiles at her like that when she sits next to xem? 

“Is it bad I’m sort of excited to see what Marius is planning?” Nica asks, leaning over. Xyr breath is on Ares’ neck, slipping down her neck and sending a chill down her spine. She smiles and knocks her shoulder against Nica’s. The hit sends another chill down. 

“It should be. But then again, if Marius is trying to pretend it’s Dorian, then it’s going to be a spectacle.” Nica nods. Xe moves closer to Ares until there’s no reach for them to need to have their shoulders touching. Ares doesn’t even pretend not to care about it, letting Nica know just how difficult it’s making every breath she takes. She looks over to see Nica wearing a smirk. Xe knows exactly what xe’s doing to Ares. 

More and more students start to file into the theater, taking seats and saving them. Ares barely notices, instead she leans her shoulder against Nica’s, cursing the arm rest between them. Ares slips her ankle under Nica’s, feeling the rush of bare skin. 

“Careful, Ares, don’t want the people in front of us to riot,” Nica says with a smile. Ares smiles back.

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“No, we wouldn’t.”

The third years from Siren House don’t even look back. Even so, Ares doesn’t make another move. She doesn’t want to push whatever she has with Nica out of reach. Ares pulls her ankle back from under Nica’s and straightens. She knows well enough not to push anything too far. It would be stupid. It's a thin line, but one Ares has been expertly walking for three years. Since fourth year they've been skirting around, waiting for the other to make the first move for three years now. 

Ares thinks about doing it sometimes. Kissing Nica in their door, in the garden, on the roof, in the Dining Hall, sitting back where they are in the auditorium. She always wonders what Nica will taste like. Maybe the mints xe chews or cinnamon because Nica's one of those people who actually likes them. Xe always has a pack on xyr, even now, Nica's pulled a pack from xyr pocket and started eating them. Ares doesn't like them, but would love to kiss Nica anyway. 

Ares knows all the intricacies of how Nica exists. How xe takes xyr showers in the morning because Marius uses all the hot water at night. How xe has watched the same three shows millions of times over. How xe hates black coffee but drinks it anyway, saying it makes xyr look more grown up. How when xe’s nervous, xe messes with xyr lip ring. How when xe’s trying to wake up in the mornings, xe always plays the same music, punk rock and musicals. 

She wonders if Nica knows the small things about her. Xe probably doesn’t, xe’s the kind of person to forget xyr glasses when they’re on xyr face. And even if Nica was going to know those things, why would it be for Ares? Why would it be for the girl too scared to kiss xyr? 

Professor Conners steps onstage from the left wing, high heels clicking on the wooden floor. For a second, Ares thinks she must’ve put an amplification spell on her steps, but the way the room went quiet as soon as she stepped out knocks that thought from Ares’ brain. 

Anxiety flickers up in Ares’ lungs as she gets closer to the podium, placed right in the middle of the stage. She has half a mind to yell out a warning. But that would just get it blamed on Marius. Dorian doesn’t deserve the blame, and sure, maybe Marius does for doing this, but Ares won’t be the one to place it on him. She’s got enough loyalty for the stupid boy not to do this to him. So she slumps back into her chair and pretends there’s nothing going on.

She pulls the vial of potion from her shirt pocket and starts corking and uncorking it. Nica’s messing with xyr lip ring with xyr tongue, making Ares want to put a hand on xyrs and squeeze it until they both feel fine. A stupid idea, one she knows wouldn’t work, but it sits in the back of her brain anyway. 

Professor Conners steps onto the podium. A moment of silence. Ares lets out a sigh of relief. Tension falls out of Nica’s shoulders. 

A crack echoes through the auditorium, deafeningly loud. A foul smelling smoke billows out from the podium. All Ares can do is close her eyes and wait for the blame to be cast on Dorian, who for maybe the first time, didn’t deserve what he got. 

“Who did this!?” Professor Conners yells. Her voice comes out in a sour-sounding rasp, likely from whatever the smoke was made of. Ares opens her eyes, searching the crowd for Marius. She finds him in the front row–naturally–standing up. Ares looks at Nica, nods, and stands up quickly. 

“I–” Marius starts, but Ares is faster. 

“I did it!” she yells. Now, the third years look back. In fact, most of the auditorium looks back. Their eyes glance over Ares, reading of course she did, look at her. Marius looks back, no emotion on his face at all. He always was good at that. Professor Conners’ eyes narrow.

“Come here, Ms. Fray,” she says, her voice dangerously calm. 

Regret bubbles up, but she swallows it down. She can feel everyone’s eyes on the back of her neck as she walks. She has to fight to keep her head up high, trying for the same swagger Dorian always has. Make it easier for Professor Conners to believe she’d pull anything like this. She tosses the vial from hand to hand as she walks. 

She steps onto the stage and walks right up to Professor Conners, leering down at Ares and she stops in front of the podium.

“Why did you do this, Ms. Fray?”

Ares swallows. “Well, it seemed fun, Professor. Had extra time in Potions and the ingredients to do it. A bit smokier than I thought it would be, a lot louder.” Ares’ heart pounds in her chest. She’s going to kill Marius for this. 

“Fun?”

“Yes, Professor. Fun.”

“That will be a months worth of detention, Ms. Fray. I hope you’ll have plenty of fun with that. Go back to your dorm, Ms. Fray.”

“Yes, Professor.”

Marius

Marius throws open the door to his dorm. He left the auditorium as soon as it wouldn’t be suspicious to. He swallowed his anger on the walk, but let it bubble up as he got into Phoenix House. Ares is at her desk, hunched over the notebook she uses for her writing. She jumps when he slams the door shut, turning quickly.

He throws a hand back to the door. “Keep quiet.” Then he turns all his attention back to Ares. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he hisses. 

“Dorian didn’t deserve that, Mar. He didn’t do anything.”

“That doesn’t matter! Do you think I deserved any of what I got in that damn house? Did Dorian? Nobody gets what the fucking deserve, Ares. I’m doing what I need to, you have no right to interfere with it!”

Ares stands up, pointing at Marius’ chest.

“Like hell I don’t! I can’t just sit back and watch you ruin someone’s life! I have done a lot of things for you, Marius, but that will not be one of them.”

Marius laughs harshly. “I never asked anything of you, Ares. All I need is for you to sit back.”

“Fuck off, Mar. You’re living a fantasy if you believe that. I won’t sit back. Yell all you want, I won’t let you hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

“Well maybe he deserves it!” Marius screams. Realization of what he said grips him hard. There’s a list of things he’d never say anything about. Dorian being at the top of said list. Ares’ face doesn’t soften, but her hand falls to her side. 

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Like hell it doesn’t, I’m not stupid. What. Does. That. Mean.”

“It means nothing, Fray. Leave me the hell alone,” Marius says. He walks to the bathroom, slamming the door like he did the dorm one. “Keep quiet.” He turns on the shower and slips to the floor. 

He used this trick a lot when Dorian left. He didn’t have a wand then and had flimsy magic. He figured out fast they didn’t want him crying over Dorian, or over anything really. He figured out that a shower hid the sound even faster after the first time Camille took a firmer approach. 

Our perfect little Marius, they called him when they wanted him to forget. He never did, maybe because he was never unburned long enough to forget what their anger felt like.

Our perfect little Marius.

And he was. He will be. Perfect Little Marius.

If this is what it takes to keep their anger away, then so be it. He won’t wear the bruises like he did that year ever again. Dorian won’t get any sympathy from Marius now, not when he never showed any for him. Marius is showing him sympathy now. The potion wouldn’t do any real harm, it’d cause a big crack and a lot of smoke, but it wouldn’t hurt anyone. It’d get him in trouble, but not expelled. That is sympathy. He’ll let Dorian have a few months while Marius choses the three things to get him expelled. Marius will be kinder than Dorian ever was. 

He won’t offer false protection from Arthur and Camille like Dorian did. He’ll do what he needs to and be done. 

When the tears stop, Marius gets into the shower. The water is cold.

Dorian

Dorian is frozen in his seat when the explosion happens, the smoke fills his lungs but he can’t move after the loud crack resonates around the auditorium. His hands go to his ears, but it’s too late. His whole body is shaking. His ears are ringing, the crack like a blade through his head.

But he isn’t deafened. He doesn’t get that relief. All the noises of the panicked auditorium mix with the crack, screaming, laughing, yelling. He hears Marius stand and start, and Dorian feels anger course through him. Of course this was Marius, and now he’ll go down for something he would never do. But then he hears a girls voice, taking the blame. 

Ares Fray if he remembers correctly. Fairies, she didn’t do this. Marius never would have stood up if he didn’t do this, but then why is she taking the blame? She’s Marius’ roommate, but nothing else, right?

It doesn’t matter who she is, he decides, just that Marius would go this far. After everything Dorian did for him, after years of making sure Marius didn't live with what he had to, he would turn to quickly. Marius followed through. He tried to get Dorian expelled. He tried to take away Dorian’s home. 

Baz’s voice cuts through the rest of the noise.

“Dorian. Are you okay?” 

Dorian doesn’t have the words to answer for a while. He draws his hands back to his chest. They’re bloody. A new anger spikes in him. Marius is willing to make him bleed for their parents. They got to him first. Dorian gave so much for Marius, and he chose to be one of them. 

Dorian laughs sharply. “I’m perfect.”

[obsessedwithegos]

Faust, as a prince, have you put in any work to make Dor look presentable to the rest of your family and noble guests?

Faust lets out a sigh "I'm certainly trying to, but they are being.... Arduous." He glances to a pile of torn up and destroyed clothing.

"The best I've gotten so far is styling their hair, when it comes to clothes they don't like anything I've picked out for them so far. My family is aware of them, most don't care. I just worry that my older siblings may try to step in to 'help'."

He moves to pick up the destroyed clothing so it could be disposed of, or larger pieces could be reused to make something to be dispersed to some people in the kingdom. "On top of trying to get them to dress properly, I've been trying to teach them basic table manners. That's not going well either. I'm concerned that if my siblings deem I'm not working hard enough to bring Dor up to standard then they might step in with their methods to get what they want from Dor. My siblings are far less kind than I am and I don't want to see my cherished going through that."

"Unless they decide to change their act, it'll be a very long time before it's even considered to bring them around guests. Noble or not." He takes a moment to look at a ruined dress shirt that had the name 'Miavyre' embroidered on the left side of it, where a pocket would go.

"I know they are capable of being civil, I just need to figure out how to properly bring that out."

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Huh, so it looks like I never posted one of my iterators before. Anyway, this is Datalog Of Resentment, or DOR for short! I barely have things planned for her, except that she was a newer iterator.

Tired of trying to solve the Ancients problem, she got bored and made a way to get out of her can and explore around. I'm currently trying to give her some more content but that's it for now.

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Just drawing some lizards

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Here it is! I'm gonna put the ramble under the read more (its A LOT of text). In case anyone has any question about it I'll gladly answer!

It's name is Cleaner

FP gets desperate and decides to crate a slugcat to deal with the rot

Cleaner is semi biological

He menages to make so the Cleaner can actually kill the rot, or at least remove them from the can

Although small compared to other slugcats it's still really deadly and quite agile

It has tendrils to help navigate the can but also to get rid of the daddy long legs

To not eat the neurons it eats the proto daddy long legs or the actual ones

It has the communication mark to be able to understand FP

At some point FP gets to infected and enters a "hybernation" mode, letting Cleaner on it's own

There are 3 ways things could go: The good ending, The true ending and the bad ending

I still thinking about the good ending, so I don't have everything figured out yet but the way I see is that, Cleaner menages to get rid of all the rot and FP turns on again, this however would still give him some major damage, so either he keeps living like this or SRS somehow gives him some help

The true ending, wich is more likely to happen, Cleaner can't deal with the rot fast enough and FP dies, it gets devastated and so follows the last order gave to him: Seek the void sea and transcend, and so it does

I think FB would not be as much of a jerk to doom the little guy to the same fate as him so that's why he let's it transcend

The one drawing of FP holding Cleaner is what would appear once it transcended (little guy just wanna be held :-:)

Cleaner has feelings, (FP didn't know about that)

That makes things even more angsty once you understand that Cleaner feel like a failure when it can't help FP

It heads straight to the void sea so it probably never meets BSM

In the bad ending FP dies and so does Cleaner

It gets infected and is slowly consumed by the rot as well

It can feel pain, but not as much as the emotional pain from letting FP dies as well as itself, it's horrible :(

If the good ending happens I think FP would let Cleaner free to go, but it chooses to stay with him, who knows when FP may need help again :)

FP would probably annoyed at it first, but would warm up for the little guy as well

He wont tell, but he really likes the company

It's like having a pet, but better!

If Cleaner somehow maneged to meet the other slugcats, as long as they didn't eat the neurons or damaged FB, their interaction would go like this:

Hunter: Would feel some sort of sympathy, they both were made to help, but hunter has a limited time

Cleaner would probably guide and help Hunter out of the can, even giving some spears that it find

Survivor: Doesn't trust they, might even be aggressive towards them, always keeping an eye on them in case it does anything it would consider bad

Monk: Who doesn't like them? Monk would probably bring something to Cleaner and be careful around the can

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Haha funky blue man makes my my brain go brrrrr

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would anyone be interested in a small starter/thread w/ Shiemi? I probably won’t get to it until this weekend, but if anyone is interested I would love to write with you! 

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Time Off - One shot

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Requested by An: Hii! I hope I'm not bothering you. I really like the way you write. I was gonna ask If you can do one when the reader is sick and he just take cares of her like a child. Maybe you can do a scene when the reader is throwing up and Tommy rubs her back and hold her hair. I will be so thankful If you do it.

Summary: Tommy gets home after a long day at work and you are not waiting for him like you normally do and finds you sick in bed.

Warning: Swearing, fluff

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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The days that Tommy managed to get home early were not many. It was 7pm and it might not be early, but at least it was not late.

But no matter the hour he came home, you were always waiting for him to either join him for dinner or simply make him company before bed.

He never told you but he loved to come home to you, to hug you and smell your perfume, or to feel your soft skin on his... but let's be honest, he didn't have to tell you that because you already knew. You knew him.

To his surprise he opened the door and you weren't sitting on the couch reading your book noor were you helping Francis out with the dinner table.

He took off his overcoat as he walked in looking for you. At the dining room, he spotted Francis.

"Oh, Hello Mister Shelby, you are home early" she spoke as she saw you

"Yea, yea. Where is me wife?" he asked and Francis looked surprised for a minute

"She's in bed Sr" she answered

"In bed?" he frowned

"Yes, she was feeling sick all day. I thought she had told you or called" Francis answered but during the mid of her words, he had already turned his back and was walking to the bedroom.

As he made his way to the bedroom he kept asking himself why he didn't call. He cared about your wellbeing, he would have come home to take care of you or at least call a doctor to check on you.

He opened the door slowly and faced a dark room with only one lamp on.

He looked over to the bed and you weren't there, looking around he saw the bathroom light on.

Opening the bathroom dor he saw you sitting right next to the toilet all curled up, your knees to your chest and your arms hugging your legs, your head resting on top of your knees.

As you heard him come in you raised your head to look at him. He looked at you with tenderness.

"Hi" you spoke with a tinny smile on your lips, feeling nausea take over you once again.

"Hey" he kneeled in front of you he caressed your cheek with his thumb and asked. You looked sick, your skin at least two-toned clearer, eye bags under your eyes, hair messy, lips pale, the sight of you like that made his heart clench.

"what are you feeling, hm?" he asked truly worried

"Sick and my head hurts" you answered "I think it was that shrimp we ate yesterday"

"yeah?" you nodded "have you been feeling like this all day?" you nodded again "hm, why didn't you call me? I could've come home, take care of you, ey" he continued caressing your cheek

"Didn't want to bother you... honestly, I am ok" you answered "just feeling nauseous"

"Are you sure it's the food?" he asked and you already knew what he meant. You weren't trying to get pregnant but you weren't doing anything to avoid it either.

"I feel like it is... the awlful taste that's in my mouth is the fucking shrimps" you made a disgusted face and he smiled. You loved when he smiled.

"Well, let's get you to bed, ey" he said and you quickly shook your head

"No no, it's coming. I can feel it preparing itself in my stomach... at any moment it will come out" you said

"Alright. I'll get you some water" he stood up and quickly walked to the kitchen seeing Francis again he pointed at her and spoke "the next time she's sick like that, you call me"

"Yes, Sir." she nodded watching as he got a cup of water feeling like the whole scene was a bit strange "do you want me to set the table sr.?"

"No. Make some soup, something light, ya? Maybe some tea. Bring it to my bedroom when it's ready" he answered and left the kitchen with your glass of water

As soon as he entered the bedroom he could hear you vomiting.

He rushed over to the bathroom, putting the glass of water over the sink before kneeling next to you.

With one hand he got a hold of your hair and with the other, he caressed your back.

"That's it. That's it, let it out" he encouraged

"Oh I hate this..." you mumbled between one wave of vomit and another "I'm never... eating shrimp again".

When you finished he closed the toilet lid and flushed.

"Feeling better?" he asked handing you a piece of toilet paper to clean your lips

"A little" you answered after you cleaned yourself, throwing away the paper

"Good" he caressed your face and stood up. You raised your arms and he helped you up and hugged you tight. "I want you to call me and tell me when you're not feeling good, ok?" He asked and you nodded

"I just thought you already had too much in your head. Didn't want to bother you" you explained yourself

"You kidding me?" he pushed you a little further away from him so he could look in your eyes "you will never bother me, especially when you are sick. Got it?" You nodded "good, here" he handed you the glass of water

"Thanks" you used the first sip to rinse out your mouth and followed to brush your teeth.

While you cleaned, Thomas walked back inside the bedroom and changed into his pajamas.

When you finished you went straight to bed.

"I asked Francis to make some soup" Thomas announced as you curled up on the duvet closing your eyes.

"Not hungry" you growled

"You have to eat something" he statted

"All the things I put inside came out minutes later, so no thanks" you answered annoyed

You heard his footsteps approaching and then his body weight on the bed. You opened your eyes to look at him.

"You have to try and eat a little" he said caressing you over de duvet

"No, I don't"

"Why are you such a stubborn?" he asked amused "I've been spoiling you too much" you smiled

"I don't feel like eating Tommy, my stomach hurts. I just want to sleep, my head is exploding... I promise you I'll eat propper tomorrow" you said with a tired tone.

"Ok" he mumbled and gave you a peck "I'll take some time off tomorrow to take care of you. The entire day if it's necessary" he caressed your face taking the hair out of it.

You nodded, enjoying the idea of having him all to yourself tomorrow.

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When You Stand Up for Him - Headcanons

Billy Hargrove x Reader

You and Billy had been dating for a couple of months now

You were suspicious because he never invited you over to his place

But he was frequently at yours

Somehow you knew something was not okay

His behavior changed from one second to another

He was extremely jealous and he could get angry within a millisecond

And you knew the real him

The soft side of him who loved to cuddle and who loved when you ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp

The real him was calm, collected and kind

But something in his always changed as soon as he went home

Something was not right

The only one from his family who you knew was Max

So, one day while the two of you were waiting for Billy by his car, you asked her

She was very hesitant to tell you

And she was very vague but you understood

His dad was abusive and controlling

So many things made sense now

You had two options now

You could either talk with Billy and figure out a solution

Or you could stay quiet and pretend you didn’t know anything

For now, you chose the second option

But, you asked him to stay over at your place a lot more often

You tried not to be obvious

But you were trying to have him spend as little time at home as possible

And he didn’t seem to notice

You asked him to take you on a lot more dates

And even when you didn’t feel like it, you invited him in for the night

Anything to get him to stay with you where it’s safe

Finally one day it happened, he asked you to go over to his place

You were a bit hesitant but you agreed

Little did you know that his family was not going to be home

So, when you arrived and it was only him in the house, you relaxed 

You knew you wouldn’t have been able to hold back if his dad would have been there

In the end you spent a wonderful day together

Then Max, Susan and his father arrived home

You introduced yourself, you were polite and kind

But Billy’s father, Neil as you now knew, didn’t like you, he didn’t even give you a chance

He called you everything under the sun as he demanded you leave his house

But Billy stood up for you

He told his father you were his girlfriend and that you were a guest

This is when his father hit him, and you snapped

“You call yourself a man, you psycho! You are not a man, a man would never hit their own son!” you yelled as you pushed Neil off of Billy

Everyone was surprised

Max gave you an approving look as you saw her silently clap her hands

Neil was taken aback and that gave Billy a chance to break free of his hold and he grabbed your hands

Within seconds you were out of the house in his car, he was driving to your place

“No one has ever done that for me. Thank you, Y/N:”

As you offered him a smile and he held your hand, you just knew that everything will be okay

As long as he was safe, you were happy

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I know I've said this once already, but I feel it needs repeating. KORKIE IS NOT A KENOBI!!! He was an adorable, chubby-cheeked, red-headed menace orphaned from the wars or some shit that Satine found one day. She took one look at the cutie and was like, "well now I've gotta adopt him! He's practically the not-lovechild that Ben and I didn't have." But decides to be his aunt bc politics and people still trying to kill her and because she didnt have enough time to give him the attention he deserved, but still wanted him in her family.

Because let's be real. If korkie WAS a kenobi, there is not a person in this world that can convince me that Satine Kryze wouldnt wait until she was in the middle of giving birth to com him and scream bloody murder at him for getting her pregnant while she was trying to put her planet back together. Just to mess with him. Cuz, come on, she's the woman Obi-wan Extra Kenobi fell in love with. She would totally fuck with him just to make him lose his shit. And y'all know damn well and good Obi-Wan would yeet his fuckin lightsaber at the Council while running out the dor and yelling "peace out, gotta go make sure my terrifyingly competent pacifist mandalorian baby-momma doesn't break from her pacifism just to merc my ass... or someone else."

BUT, the fact that he isn't a kenobi doesn't matter because the INSTANT Anakin Skywalker learns about the kid's existence is the instant his one brain cell decides to adopt the kid as his new baby brother. Can y'all imagine the pure ✨️confusion✨️ the would unfold? I mean, anakin is about as obvious as a rhino in a China shop. He would 100% space-facebook stalk him and be like I KNOW YOUR DAD 😃😃😃😃😃. And korkie would be like???? And anakin would try to tell Obi-wan that he knew and was totally supportive of his secret kid without saying anything cuz NO AtATtChMeNtS! And obiwan would either think Anakin had finally lost his marbles (to which he would sigh and wonder how long he could stall in giving Mace the 50 creds he bet) or if he had an eye infection because he kept trying to wink and kept failing and just awkwardly closing both eyes.

I mean, there are so many hilariously ridiculous possibilities for the shenanigans that would go down if anyone saw the kid and instantly made assumptions beyond the whole- they fucked, she got pregnant, he left, she carried the kid to term and raised him as his aunt, and either never told the man she loved that they had a kid together or she did tell him and he decided to stay a Jedi without a care for the kid he would leave fatherless, the one he made with the woman he loved enough that he was willing to leave the only life he knew if she gave the word, nor a care for that same woman who would have to raise their baby by herself while trying to fix her planet. Not to even mention Satine, who literally spent 15 years in love with the man she fell for when she was 20 claiming that their baby was actually her fake sibling's kid as if she wouldn't proudly claim she fucked Obi-Wan Kenobi and had his kid. Just saying

The possibilities are fucking endless!

I mean, imagine Ahsoka getting in on it and she and Anakin decide to invite him to stay with them at the temple in their apartments (no, anakin hasn't moved out of Obi-Wan's place. All of his shit is already there and set up perfectly, it would be a pain to move his hoard of mechanical bits and bobs, and besides obiwan would be lonely) without telling Obi-wan. So, when Obi-wan walks in he does the entire double-take, spit-take combo and mentally freaks the f out and calls Satine in a panic and asks him if he actually had a kid while all three of his kids are smoothed up against the vent to hear, giggling like the demons they are. Obiwan would still adopt his not-lovechild.