#i'm in her place and someone tells me humanity is good and worth fighting for

[byunpum]

with the Sully kids when they watched one of Jake friend who is a medical scientist teaching the kids how to do her favorite fighting moves

A double kick someone to the face and the term of yolo

Like they are that aunt/uncle that teach the kids worst advice but with best results sometimes, even telling the kids before doing something they have to think if it worth it

Pair: Jake sully x sister reader(human)

Warning: None

AVATAR MASTERLIST

You were Jake's little sister, you had arrived at the base two years earlier than your brother. When you found out what happened to your brother and that Jake was going to take his place, it was a big shock for you. But knowing that one of your brothers was finally going to be by your side made you very happy.

You were always on his side, you were part of the group of grace and of the scientists who supported life in pandora. You knew Neytiri and the Omaticaya clan. So your relationship was always very solid.

You could not have an avatar, because your DNA did not accept the procedure. There were always problems, the embryos never went ahead. So you worked with the group as a human. When Jake arrived everything was easier.

After the attacks with the RDA, some scientists were allowed to stay in Pandora. And it was obvious that you were one of them. Jake would never allow you to leave with those beasts. So you stayed to live in Pandora.

Time passed quickly, and you became an aunt fast. Neteyam and kiri came into your life like a ray of light. Then came loak and tuk. You were the cool aunt, who let them do whatever they wanted. You had also become like spider's mother, so wherever you went there was spider.

It was normal for you to look for the kids to go for a walk and spend time with them. Neytiri trusted you blindly. She had known you for years, plus you were her partner's sister. And the aunt that every child would like to have. So when you went to pick them up at the hut, Neytiri agreed immediately.

"Where is Jake?" you ask, while waiting for your nephews to get ready. The kids were excited to spend the day with you, so they were practically getting ready in a hurry. "He went out early to do various things with the young warriors…you know" neytiri spoke, smiling at you.

You went out with all the boys to a less wooded area. Today was the day of the training, the boys loved this day. Kiri didn't enjoy it much, but she still sat and watched her brothers. You liked to show them some boxing techniques, and martial arts. You were very good at that.

It wasn't until jake arrived on the scene. " There you are…I've been looking for you for hours" jake complains coming over to where kiri was, to sit next to her. "I'm teaching the kids…some defense moves" you say. Jake scoffs and laughs out loud. "What are you laughing at…stupid" you yell at him, throwing a rock at him.

"You used to be able to handle me…but I doubt you can now" jake scoffs, moving closer to you. "Oh, don't think too much of yourself little brother. Come closer!" you speak, laughing a little as you watch your brother stretch and prepare to fight you. Neteyam, loak and spider quickly sit down on the ground, to watch the fight. "Dad…aunt Y/N is going to kick your ass" shouted loak, at the top of his lungs. Jake looked at his son in surprise. You burst out laughing.

It was a surprise for your brother, when he came up to you and with one swift move and a knee strike he was on the ground. The big Turok makto on the ground…knocked down by his little sister. The children were laughing and screaming with joy. Running to your side to hug you. "Y/N, Y/N" your nephews was praising you, while their father was on the ground. " brother…everything okay down there?" you joke. Jake sits on the ground, and sticks his tongue out at you.

" And that's how you walk an asshole's ass" you joke. "Hey…the asshole is his dad…and watch out not everyone should be getting beat up" jake scolds you, as he gets up off the floor. You approach your nephews and nieces and whisper. "Worst case scenario….you close the hand and give a punch to any idiot that bothers you." You speak, watching as loak closes his hand and tries to take a swing at neteyam.

So when loak threw that punch at aonung, the first person that came to his mind was his aunt Y/N.

p.s: Lately I've been having problems with tumblr, and I don't know why it's deleting some of my messages. So if I haven't answered your request, you can resend it to me.

[acourtofthought]

Lucien's romantic arc is already everything

Lucien said he didn't care that she wasn't one of the High Fae, that he was certain the mating bond would snap into place soon and that he was going to marry her and leave his father's court to his scheming brothers.

"You know it's...hard for him where females are involved."

"I was forced to watch as my father butchered the female I loved. My brothers forced me to watch. There was no magic spell, no miracle to bring her back. There were no gathered High Lords to resurrect her. I watched, and she died, and I will never forget that moment when I heard her heart stop beating."

Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless.

Lucien's hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, "You're my mate."

"Elain loves this lord's son."

"My mate is engaged to a human male."

"I want to see her. Just once. Just - to know. If she is worth fighting for. Then I'll ask your mate how he survived it - knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male's bed."

But he couldn't breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. Betrayal, queasy and oily, slid through his veins. He'd said the same to Jesminda once. But even as shame washed through him, the words, the sense chanted, Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.

"No - I didn't have time. I felt her, but..." A blush stained his cheek.

Lucien inclined his head in a a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye - the longing and sadness.

Lucien, haggard and blood, panting for breath. As if he'd run from the shore. His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little.

"She wants nothing to do with me."

Cassian's heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien's face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing.

"Stop this" Lucien staggered a step forward as Elain was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. "That is enough."Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron. Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, "Don't just leave her on the damned floor - " There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. Water poured fourth, Lucien hoisting Elain in his arms and out of the way. "Where is he keeping her?" "Tell me anyway. List all off them." "You'll die the moment you set foot in his territory." "I need to find her." "I'm getting my mate back." "Tell me about her - about Elain." But Lucien was standing in the doorway. And from the devastation on his face, I knew he'd heard every word. Seen and heard and felt the hollowness and despair radiating from her. "She needs fresh air. Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two." "Let me do something. About Elain." "Please tell me,what the healer says. And if - if you need me for anything." "I'll go." Lucien was staring at Elain as he spoke. "I heard - what happened. I'm sorry for your loss. All of you." "He was a good man, he loved you all very much." "How is she?" "But is she still..." "Does she still mourn him?"

Just like SJM told us about her own husband, Lucien has never once wavered when it comes to Elain.

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Eden

TW: kidnapping, captivity, creepy/intimate whumper, pet whumpee, referenced drugging, referenced stalking, emotional manipulation, referenced depression

As he roused from a deep sleep, Ezra found himself curled up on the sofa in his living room.

He racked his brain as his senses slowly reaserted themselves, but found no recollection of where he had been the previous night, or how he had gotten home.

The cloying smell of lavender perfume overwhelmed him. Ezra didn't wear perfume.

As more sensations flooded his body, he realized his head way laying on someone's lap.

Someone who was running their fingers through his hair.

None of his friends were this affectionate. They all knew him to be severely touch averse. They wouldn't try something like this.

Trying to sit up, he found his arms to be bound behind him with soft, but tight strips of fabric.

This finally spiraled Ezra into panic. He thrashed, struggling to get away from whoever was with him, putting his full strength into breaking his bindings.

Despite his best efforts, his sluggish body couldn't move enough to fall off the stranger's lap, let alone escape.

The stranger had no problem pushing Ezra down by the shoulders and holding him in place.

"No," they said in a deep voice, firm but gentle. "Stay still."

Ezra scanned the room. The clean beige carpet, new looking brown sofa, and sea scape paintings certainly weren't his.

"Where am I?"

Ezra's heart raced, fuelled with fear and andrenaline, pounding against his ribcage in a mockery of a ceremonial drum.

"I didn't give you permission to speak," his captor said.

Ezra stayed silent. The humiliation of being treated like a lap dog wasn't enough to render him stupid.

His captor could have a gun or some other sort of weapon. Fighting back simply wasn't worth the risk.

Ezra needed answers before he could decide what to do. There wasn't any point in getting himself killed.

Music played softly in the backround, the melody much too pleasant for such an occasion. A woman sang softly from the spinning record, but was not loudly enough for Ezra to make out her words.

Turning his head slightly, Ezra got a look at his captor. He looked to be in his thirties, fair skinned with mousy brown hair, wearing wire framed glasses and a small smile.

He tucked a lock of hair behind his captive's ear, before leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

Ezra flinched and tried to pull away.

"Tsk tsk," his captor said. "That is no way to treat your master. I'm just being friendly."

Ezra opened his mouth to retort, but swallowed his complaint before it could escape his lips.

"You're being such a good pet," his captor continued, petting Ezra's curly hair. "Now, if you had something you wanted to ask me, you may. So long as you're respectful about it."

"Where am I?"

"Call me sir."

"No way in-" he broke off, remembering his position. "Yes, sir."

He tried his best to sound vaguely ticked off, but still compliant. Judging by the look on his supposed master's face, he succeeded in only the second part.

"You may ask that again."

"Where am I, sir?"

"My home. You are still in the United States, but I took you over state lines."

None of this was helpful in the slightest, but Ezra figured it was the best he was going to get.

He lived near enough to the borders of Idaho, Oregon, and even Montana that he could have easily been taken to any of them.

"Why am I here, sir?"

"Because I thought you would make a good pet."

Ezra's stomach dropped.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. It isn't anything horrid. I'm not going to hurt you, unless you harm me or attempt escape. You should be grateful, really. I'm a lot kinder than most of the masters you could have gotten stuck with."

The term human trafficking sprung to Ezra's mind. He had never thought to worry about such a thing happening to him. It always seemed so removed from his normal suburban life.

"Can you tell me what happened, sir?"

Sir. How he loathed that word. It was meant to refer to a person he respected, and his captor sure as hell didn't qualify.

But he needed information. And he needed a plan. Faked respect was his best bet, and he would use it to its fullest extent.

"Well, let me see..." His captor considered for a moment how best to explain. "I saw you at that shopping mall. Do you remember?"

Of course he remembered. Ezra hung out in that concrete, capitalistic place of congregation every week.

It had always seemed so...pleasant.

Graphic t-shirts, warm pretzels, loose change jangling in pockets, luke warm carbonated drinks, bad hair dye, and casual socialization.

Sure, it was only a way to cope with the dreaded outside world. Spend five bucks on a drink to pretend you aren't in credit card debt, buy a fun piece of clothing to make yourself feel better, avoid becoming an alcoholic by gorging on salty pretzels that only ever seemed to make you hungrier.

The mall was routine. It seemed safe.

What he didn't remember was being kidnapped.

"I don't remember you," he said. "I mean sir," he hastily added. "The last thing I remember was feeling ill from a bit of food poisoning in the food court and walking out to the parking lot."

"It wasn't food poisoning. I drugged you. It was so easy too. You kept leaving your drink unattended. I noticed that habit in you for weeks."

This remark set off a phantom cascade of crushed ice falling under Ezra's shirt collar and sliding down his back.

"You always seemed like such a sweet thing. Tipping cashiers and complimenting every other person. Such a sunny disposition too. I am very surprised that I was the first person to sink my teeth into you, so to speak."

Was that it then? He had seemed "sweet," so some stranger decided to drug and kidnap him? Had every good deed only brought him closer to this insane fate?

No. This was not going to be his fate. He was going to cooperate, and then, when his captor finally trusted him enough to let his gaurd down, he would make his escape.

There was no point in rushing, not if his captor wasn't going to hurt him. He just had to bide his time.

"And you're so pretty too," his captor continued. "I know a few men who would wear your face as a mask sooner than saying hello. No, no, you're much better off with me. I'll take care of that pretty face of yours."

He trailed his fingers down his captive's cheek.

"I've admired your smile from afar for much too long. Waiting for my golden opportunity was simply torturous."

Ezra wasn't smiling.

"I was so paranoid that someone else would find you. I considered taking you from your bed, of course. But I didn't want to leave any evidence. So many people go to the mall, a few of my stray hairs won't mean anything to an investigation. And I didn't take you until you were already in the parking lot. No security footage. I checked."

Hot tears pricked the corners of Ezra's eyes. Despite all his pragmatic reasoning, he still found himself overwhelmed by the enormity of his situation.

He didn't know where he was. There wasn't any evidence of kidnapping. He had ghosted his friends all too often, mostly out of depression. They wouldn't be concerned by him not responding to their messages.

In short, he was completely screwed over by a demented stalker and his own poor social skills.

"Oh, don't cry." His kidnapper pulled Ezra's head up, so that it was resting on his chest.

Despite Ezra's best efforts, hot tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He hated not being able to move his hands and wipe them away.

"Angel," his captor whispered. "I should have realized that this would be too much for you. Oh, I tried so very hard to be kind. To make waking up as easy for you as I could. These first few days are going to be rough. I know that. But you'll learn to be happy with me, just give it time."

Ezra sobbed and melted into his captor's warm embrace, allowing his lavender perfume to smother him.

Despite its obvious falseness, the comfort was pure bliss. He wanted to ignore his troubles for a few hours and cry himself asleep in his captor's arms.

His captor began undoing the knot holding Ezra's arms behind him, pull the strips of fabric off, and drop them on the living room floor.

To his relief, Ezra's sore muscles were finally allowed to move. He fought the urge to run, knowing that it would only cause him more suffering.

Instead, he hugged his captor, still an uncontrollable sobbing mess.

A familar, detached sense of pain overcame him. This all was a dream. It had to be.

But still he wept, unable to bring himself to do anything else.

His captor held him close.

"I love you," he whispered soothingly. "I want you to know that. You will be happy here. I'll keep you clothed, clean, and fed. You won't have to worry about anything. No twenty-four hour news cycle. No war, famine, and disease. No abuse and neglect. I will treat you with all the kindness, affection, and care you have always deserved. And I'm only sorry that I didn't give you the chance to come willingly. I was so afraid of scaring you off."

That sounded like hell and heaven all rolled into one. It reminded Ezra of the best promises weaved by fascism, while it went about ignoring its bloody history.

His captor didn't love him. He couldn't delude himself on that point. All his captor had was obsession and mental health problems. What he needed was serious help, not a human pet.

But it was tempting to stay like this forever. Warm and comfortable. Letting his captor keep his promises. Not having debt and the constant risk of homelessness. Living somewhere his toxic friendships and familial connections could never bother him again.

Ezra felt truly pathetic. Had his depression and anxiety really gotten bad enough that he was considering becoming a pet to his kidnapper? And for what, cuddling and empty promises?

He took control of his breathing and was, at long last, able to wipe the tears from his face with his long sleeve.

"Please," he whispered, his voice breaking.

"Please what?" his captor asked, his voice drenched with sympathy.

"Please let me go...sir. I know that you mean well. But I can't stay here. I have to leave."

Another sob choked him, and sent him collapsing into his captor's open arms. The act betrayed a nonexistant lie.

"Oh, darling. I'm afraid not." He squeezed his new pet in another suffocating embrace. "I can't lose you. Not after everything I've been through to get this far. You're far too perfect to be damaged and discarded by the outside world. I'm not doing this out of cruelty. I'm doing this because I love you. Just give me time. That's all I want."

"Well, I want to go home."

Ezra's body didn't match his words, clinging desperately to his captor, seeking any semblance of comfort from this torment.

God, maybe he would make a good pet, needy and compliant. Sitting on his master's lap, cradled in his arms.

No. He wasn't going to give up. It would be absolute insanity. He had to stay strong internally, even if he showed his captor every sign of weakness.

"I'll give you everything you need," his captor promised. "Our own little Eden."

Ezra's mind felt like it was stuffed with barbed wire, every wicked point concealed by a cotton ball.

His friends would report him missing eventually, even if it took them a few months to realize he wasn't intentionally ghosting them.

Patience, he simply needed patience.

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[vibratingskull]

Hey, since I'm back on my Thrawn bullshit and love your writing I wanted to please ask for some slow burn Academy friends where he and femReader have been friends since the Academy and she follows his way throught the ranks...but it is platonic (it is not they are both in denial) where he ruins all of her relationships because none of these men are good enought for her and she is his anyway (just Thrawn beeing jealous) and she unintentional lets him because he is her best friend...during the exile she figures it out and is rather pissed at him but they make it work and finaly get their shit together and confess their feelings.....

That sounds pretty yandere to me, soooooo... I hope you're okay with Yanderish Thrawn , because I love him! 😋

ThrawnxF!reader

“It’s not you, it’s me.” He just says.

You remain silent, taking the beating. You can’t believe another one of your couple is broking AGAIN. What in the world are you doing wrong with those men?

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” You ask between your teeth.

“I am sorry…” He says averting your eyes.

“Being sorry won’t cut it.” You hiss. “Can you at least tell me why you want to break up with me?”

He lowers his head, pursing his lips. He seems to gather his thoughts but doesn’t say anything.

“So?!” You demand impatiently.

“It’s… I can’t tell you.”

“What do you mean you can’t tell me? You don’t even know why you don’t want to be with me anymore?!”

“It’s complicated, we just can’t. He-”He closes his mouth immediately like he said too much.

“He? Who’s he and what does it have to do with our situation?” You demand, gripping his green uniform in your fists.

He shakes his head and detaches your hands from him.

“Listen, the only thing you need to know is that it can’t work between us and I don’t want to see you anymore.” He hits you with.

You swallow your tears, fighting the urge to slap his face.

“Fine. Go! Go away from me, you pathetic sad little man!”

You spin and walk away, leaving him alone behind. You gulp with difficulty.

Here goes another one of your lovers, and once again you don’t know why. They all served you different reasons but it doesn’t take to be a genius to realize they lied to you.

You hug yourself with a shiver. You need a warm presence, you need a friend.

And you know exactly who.

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“I do not think he was worth your time.” Thrawn simply says, eyes focused on his datapad, seated at his desk.

You open up one of his secret bottles with your teeth and take large sips of the drink, waiting for alcohol to take effect.

“I hate men!” You let out.

“No you do not, you hate him in particular.” He corrects

“Him and all the bastards that left me before!” You rage. “Why do they all leave me?”

He doesn’t respond, only observing you sitting in front of him and placing your feet on his desk.

“Tell me, you who is a man, is there something that repulsing about me that they all want to leave me?” You ask.

“You mean other than your atrocious manners? I do not know.” He casually answers.

You wince and take out your feets of his desk. 

What are you doing wrong? What is wrong with you? You count on your fingers.

“The fifth! That’s the fifth one to leave me in the dirt like that!” You exclaim.

“I am truly sorry.”

“Pffffff! I’ve never seen you with someone, I don’t even know if you know the pain to get rejected like that…” You mumble.

“It does not prevent me from sympathizing.” 

“Thank you…” You sigh “Sometimes I think I will just switch teams and look for what the women have to offer.” 

“You are drunk.”

“So what? I am still human! I still need love and tenderness! But since no man wants to take the job, I will need to find them elsewhere!”

You lay your head on the cold metal desk, sighing defeated.

“Are you sure you looked everywhere? Maybe someone else is interested in you?” He tries.

You purse your lips. You would still be interested in him if he wasn’t married to his job. Long ago, back at the Academy you would have climbed Thrawn like a tree if he just asked, if only he wanted it… But he never wanted it, never expresses any attraction towards anyone. You holded bets with Eli about who could ravish his heart but he turned down everyone who tried their chance with him. 

The man is cold blooded.

And it would be terribly sexy of him if it meant you would not get rejected for sure.

So you buried that dream and went on to other relationships. As a friend you kept him updated on your love life, and you were met with the same mutism each time, but he listened nonetheless and comforted you in your hard times.

At least he’s a good friend. Too bad he can’t be more.

“If it can console you, you will not see him anytime soon : I assigned him on a mission away from the Chimaera.” Thrawn informs you.

You sniff. At least you will not have to cross paths with him everyday. You let out a tired moan, exhausted by all these emotions. You just want to find someone and keep them, is that too much to ask?

You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Everything is going to be fine.” He speaks softly, you raise your head to meet his burning eyes.

“Really?” You ask with a little voice.

“I am sure of it, soon you will find someone. In a way or another. Maybe they are closer than you think.”

You let out something between a snarl and a laugh.

“I didn’t know you were sentimental, Thrawn. I saw you more as a stoic, practical person.” You take another gulp of alcohol.

“I’m gonna end up as an old, decrepit lady with her Lothcats!” You shout, disgusted.

He slowly shakes his head with a patient expression.

“You will not. You are a great person, full of good qualities. I cannot imagine a world where you would end up alone.”

You finish the bottle in one go. Well, since your exile on Peridea, your options are severely limited, so the risk of ending alone is up there!

“If only you were right, Thrawn!” You slam the bottle on the desk. “Why is life so unfair!!!”

“I am sure there are more unfair situations.” He counters going back on his datapad.

“Like what?! What can be worse than being constantly rejected?!”

“Seeing someone you love being led on by unworthy people continuously. Seeing them getting destroyed slowly and not being able to reach them or confess.” He says casually, eyes on the screen.

You bite your lips.

Okay.

Maybe that is worse.

But still.

“Well they should get up to it and confess!” You shout, passably drunk.

“That is not that easy… What if the other person does not share the same sentiment?”

“They should try anyway!They owe the truth to them and themself!”

“What a simplistic way to see things.” He shakes his head slowly.

“If your made-up situations were not depressing too…” You pout.

His gaze slides on you, looking you in the eyes. You are too drunk to read his expression correctly.

“What?” You ask abruptly.

“Nothing. I am just looking forward to the moment when I will have to escort you to your room, seeing how drunk you already are.”

“I am not that drunk!” You retort.”See?”

You raise up to prove your point and immediately lose balance.

“Oops!”

You hear him sigh deeply as you stand back on your feet.

“Let us put you to bed before you unleash chaos.” He states.

He comes to your side and passes one of your arms around his shoulders for support.

“Thank you.” You mutters.

“Let us not talk about it.” 

He silently walks you to your room. You follow the best you can with wobbly legs and dizziness. You hold on to him to not lose your balance again, pressing yourself against him. You smell his musk on his warm skin.

He smells so good…

You refrain yourself from licking his ear, that is so tempting, to tease him a bit…

But that would be sexual harassment, girl.

So no.

You just look at him with a blissful smile and glazed eyes.

“What?” He gently asks.

“You’re very tall… You must break so many hearts!”

“I have my success, but I do not see how this is relevant.”

“Oh excuse me mister. How are your ankles?” you snort, laughing.

“They are fine. Are you jealous, maybe?”

“Well, yes!You have so many options and I have none. It’s disheartening.”

“You dramatize. I am sure a heart already beats for you.” He tries to comfort you.

“Well why doesn’t it make itself known?” You shout. “I am single now, my heart waits to be taken.”

“Maybe… They are not ready to confess. Maybe they are scared of your reaction.”

“Oh come on! I only bite in bed! I won’t eat them!” You sigh deeply. “If they were more like you…”

He turns his head slightly to you, with surprise.

“If they were more like me?” He invites

“Well, they would have more courage! They would have the guts to confess! You surely would not let a poor woman in this deplorable state. Would you…” You pout. 

He sighs.

“Are you taking me for a knight in shining armor?”

“Why not? You’re quite the gentleman!” You grin. “See? You offered to walk me back for my safety. That is what knights in shining armors do!”

“I think it is more a force of habits by now. How many times have I had to carry you to your room drunk like that since the Academy?”

“Numerous time!”You cheer. “But we were ensigns, things were simpler by then…”

Back then you thought you had a chance with him.

“I am still here to help you. Things did not change that much.” He counters.

No, indeed. Your chances are still at 0%, nothing really changed.

“Yes… At least you are here, to help me back on my feet each time I fall.” You leave a big peck on his cheek. “My knight in shining armor…”

He remains silent till you reach your cabin, he slips you inside and helps you lay down on your bed. He helps you get rid of your shoes.

“You should change clothes.” He informs you.

You bury your face in your pillow.

“No, I’m too tired…” You protest.

“Do not be such a child.” He softly chastises, coming to sit on the edge of your bed, a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m so tired… So tired to be left behind… Will you be here with me? Will you be here for me?” You mumble more to yourself than him.

“I will be here.” He squeezes your shoulder delicately before straightening his back and facing the door, folding his hand. “I will always be here for you. To help you lift you up, even if you do not want me.” 

He sighs deeply, gathering his courage.

“You know, I may not have been totally honest with you lately.” He starts. “You will not like it, I know, but I had a hand in your rejections. I… Cannot stomach the thought of you with another man. It is going to sound strange to you but… I love you. Since we met at the Academy, I have always been fond of you, your energy, your enthusiasm, your… terrible manners…” He chuckles a bit, eyes focused on his hands. What is up with him? Maybe your kiss emboldens him “Yes. It may be stupid on my part but I always had this hope that we would be a thing one day, you and I. I am aware revealing this while you are drunk and vulnerable emotionally is low on my part, but… I just hope you will not hold it against me.”

He turns towards you, fully prepared to receive a slap in the face and find you snoring, fully sleeping.

You heard none of his confession… 

Maybe for the best, he thinks.

“You are impossible.”

He pulls the cover over you and kisses your cheek.

“Goodnight, my love.”

And he leaves you for the night

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“You have found someone? Already?” He asks.

His voice is steady but if he was human he would be as white as a sheet. A good thing he is a Chiss.

“Yep!” You giggle.

You came to him during one of your breaks, sharing the good news.

“He’s a tie pilot!One of your best, if you want my totally unbiased opinion.” You share it like a secret with him.

He remains still and stoic, but hidden behind his desk his hands take a fistfull of his uniform, digging his nails in the fabric. 

Again?!

How many rivals will he have to get rid of?

Why can’t you notice him?

“My congratulations.” He continues. “You must be relieved.”

He is completely insincere. This news is eating him alive.

“Yes! Pretty much!” You cheer, typing away to your lover on your comlink “I may not end up like an old sad lady finally.” You smile brightly at him.

It stabs him in the heart. You should smile like that because of him! Because you are with him! Not because of some other man… He bites his cheek until he can taste the blood in his mouth, preventing him from talking.

“I will present him to you! You’ll see he’s such a sweet guy, you will love him, I’m sure!” You continue, blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. “Eli and Karyn already knew him.”

They know him?

Them to whom he confessed his true sentiments?

Them who knows the truth?

“I will gladly meet him. He sounds like a great man.” He lies.

He will put him back in his place as soon as they cross paths. He will make him regret laying eyes on you. 

He will not tolerate it!

He simply can’t!

“Oh, you are so sweet!” You kiss him on the cheek again, fluttering his heart, he knows it means nothing, you kiss Eli’s cheek too. But he can’t help but linger in the touch of your lips. “He’s very excited to finally meet the Grand Admiral Thrawn himself, even if it’s just as a friend of his girlfriend.” You coo.

“What is his name?” He innocently inquires.

You gave him his name, permitting him to search his file, his screen hidden from your gaze. 

If that fool thinks he can have you, free of consequences, he is severely mistaken. He scrolls through the file gritting his teeth as you continue talking about your new lover.

He hates him already.

“Should you not go back to work?” He suddenly cuts you off.

You check your chrono, your shift started ten minutes ago.

“Oops! I tend to rumble when I speak about him.” You giggle.

You rise from your seat to kiss his cheek again.

“Thank you for supporting me when I was alone and sad.” You thank him.

“You are welcome.” 

He hoped to confess to you during that time, but you were quicker than anticipated and he didn’t find the courage to face you. It always surprises him how the prospect of talking to you terrifies him to his core, how he’s afraid to make a mistake and make you hate him, or worse, you picking up his sentiments and confront him for it. His heart could not take it.

“Bye, see you later!” You salute him as you exit the room.

He turns back his head to the screen, scrutinizing the face of his new rival.

He will finish some files and have a polite discussion with him.

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You yawn and stretch out your spine. Another good day of work done, you can’t wait to throw yourself in the arms of your sweetheart. You deserve it!

You are heading towards his cabin with a light head and some sleep in the eyes when you see him at the end of the corridor in a discussion with Thrawn.

Looks like he was faster than you and met him himself!They are deeply focused on their discussion and none of them realize you are approaching. You notice Thrawn hard and authoritarian expression and the one distressed of your sweetheart. You hope everything is okay…

You accelerate until you start hearing their discussion and hear something that stops you dead in your tracks.

“You will break up with her. It is an order.” Thrawn says with an icy cold tone.

“But… Why, Grand admiral?” Your lover asks, desesperate. “Why would you mingle with her affairs?”

“The reasons are mine and mine alone. You on your hand will obey me if you do not want to visit the cells of the Chimaera.”

“But for what offense? We are just dating, fraternization isn’t prohibited, we are doing nothing wrong…” He tries to negotiate with a shaken voice.

“You will obey my orders and leave her alone. You do not deserve to know why.”

“One moment!” You interject “What’s the meaning of this?!” You shout

They both turn their head to you in surprise. You lover looks desperate when Thrawn looks horrified for a split second, recovering his stoic mask just as quick.

“Thrawn! Why would you order him to leave me?! For what possible reasons?!”

“(Y/n)...” He starts.

“Who do you think you are to order my lover like that, who are you to tamper with my love life?!” You poke him, furiously.

“(Y/n), calm down.” 

“No, I’m not calming down! Why would you do that?! I trusted you! I thought you were my friend!I confided in you!” 

He considers you in silence as you await for explanations. He looks so haughty and cold. He finally sighs, lowering his shoulders.

“I will explain to you. Please follow me.”

You both walk away from your lover, looking at you leaving with dangling arms, not understanding the situation. You enter Thrawn’s office and you cross your arms on your chest, grounding yourself on your two feet as the door close behind you.

“So?” You demand between your teeth.

“Please sit down.” He invites you softly.

“No! Answer me!” 

“I will. But please, sit down.” 

You shake your head furiously and sit down with a gruff snarl.

“Happy? Now speak!”

“Let me start by saying I am sorry, even if you do nit want to hear it.”

“Indeed I don’t! Bloody hell, what is wrong with you?!” you implode.

He sits down in front of you and look at you sadly, joining his hands on his desk like he’s about to start negotiations.

“I would rather have done things differently, but it looks like I missed my opportunity.” He calmly says. “Will you permit me to explain without being interrupted?”

You consider him for a second before snarling a “yes” between your teeth.

“Good. You probably understood, but this is not the first time I asked one of your dear ones to leave you. I had a hand in each of you last five breaks up. No. Even more than that. These bad habits started back at the Academy. You have no idea how many people I have turned away from you.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing! This started back at the Academy?! Why would he do that?! When you think you called this traitor a friend, when you think you found him attractive…

“I methodically forced them out of your life as soon as I detected signs of attraction in them. I could not stomach it…”

You growl lowly. That’s not because he can live without love that he has the right to impose it on you! What was he thinking, for Maker’s sake!

“I am going to sound stupid, but I simply could not tolerate seeing you happy with someone. It was unthinkable, so I drove them away. I know it ended up in you suffering their loss, but for those fleeting moments you would take support in my presence and ask me to be in your life. And in those moments, I was simply happy. You only seemed to notice me in those moments.” He continues to spew his nonsense.

The more he explains, the more you are lost. What is he saying?!

“So I started to revel in these instances. If it was the only way for me to be in your life, I would do it every time. It was incredibly toxic, I am conscious of it. Eli and Karyn told me too. But I could not help it.”

Oh great, now Eli and Karyn are in it too! You can’t trust anyone around here!

“I am also conscious that it was highly improper of me to do all that. But it was the only way for me to make you look at me, so I choose this option each time to have you lean on my shoulder… I want to say I am sorry.”

You’re afraid to understand now…

“I have no right to say that, but… I love you.”

You remain silent, eyes in eyes.

It’s like you have been struck by lightning.

You can only gulp in complete disbelief.

“I love you(Y/n). For a long time now. I never found the courage to tell you, I was so afraid to have my heart broken I chose to break yours instead.” He murmurs almost to himself “I would understand if you do not want to see me anymore.”

Your mouth and throat are so dry, no sounds can escape.

You can only open your mouth agape with the most distressed expression.

“Thank you for not interrupting me.”

Your eyes are wide open while you hug yourself.

You can’t make sense of what he is saying.

Did he just…

“Please say something…” He tries.

A shudder comes and shakes you, your stomach twisted in knots.

“I…” You mutter “You… Why?”

He seems to lower his head in shame, but his gaze never leaves yours.

“I had… Have that weird possession complex towards you. I know I have no right over you, but I just could not support seeing you in the arms of someone else than me. So I did the most stupid thing possible out of fear. It was incredibly selfish, and I am ready to bear the consequences of my actions.”

You cower over yourself, at loss for words.

“I just wanted you for myself. Hearing you say “I love you” in my ear. Having the privilege to hold your hand and call you mine. I just… was delusional. This is no way to treat a loved one.”

You can’t believe what your hearring.

Some years ago you would have been elated to hear that….

But in some twisted way you are?

What is wrong with you? He just confessed sabotaging your love life for years!

But your heart flutters at those words, at being desired by this man.

“Why didn’t you simply confess to me?” 

“I was absolutely terrified.”

“You? You can be terrified of something?” You almost mock.

“I am terrified of many things.. You rejecting me is one of them.” He humbly admits.

“I… I am touched by your sentiments, but… You can’t just do that!”

“I know. Believe me, I know…”

“You would have said that to me  years ago I would have been so happy, but-”

He suddenly raises his head like electrified.

“What did you just said?”

“Huh… If you would have said it earlier…”

He looks at you with eyes full of hope, embolden by your mute admission.

“Are you saying you share my sentiments?”

“I’m saying… Hugh! I am saying that before I would have been happy to hear your confession. But I can’t just forget what you just did!”

“But today, (Y/n)? What does your heart say today?” He insists.

You try to gather your thoughts as he presses you.

“Today, I…”

He takes your hand and squeezes it, eyes full of hardor.

“Today I am happy too, but…”

You see his pupils dilating, clearly pleased by your confession. A light smile comes adorning his expression.

“Is it true? Is it possible?”

“I… I am immensely flattered by your confession, but I can’t forgive you like that.” You temper.

“If you ever forgive me, would I have a chance with you?”

You purse your lips, your thoughts are all over the place and he keeps pressuring you.

“I don’t know… Maybe?”

His smile grows larger and he takes your hand to his lips to kiss it.

“I am glad, (Y/n). So glad…”

“Wait, hold on! I never said I forgave you!” You protest.

“No, but you did not negate that I had a chance. That is enough for me.”

He looks at you with fire in his eyes, like when he is strategizing one of his campaigns.

“I will fight for you, (Y/n). I will make you forgive me and win your heart.”

He is dead serious.

“Wait! I am still taken. You won’t break up my couple that easily.”

“I will not need to. I will make you choose me. I will show you what true devotion looks like and you will come to me yourself!” 

“You still have a lot to make yourself forgiven!” You try to tame his expectations.

But he looks at you with resolution you only see when he fight an enemy.

“I will face any trials you see fit, I will make amends. And you will finally realize I only did it for us. You will come to understand.”

You don’t know what but you feel like you awaken something that should have stayed dormant.

He seems filled with a renewed energy, ready to conquer the world, or at least you.

“I will make you happy, (Y/n). You will see…”

Now you can only pray you will be able to resist his advances.

What else can you do anyway?

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Tokyo Ghoul - Meeting Someone Like Tanjiro

Ken Kaneki X Reader, Nishiki Nishio X Reader, Haise Sasaki X Reader, Koutarou Amon X Reader, Juuzou Suzuya X Reader, Ayato Kirishima X Reader, Uta X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello!!! Can I request how would the Tokyo ghoul characters would react to a so/ tanjiro like his backstory and his skill all that.

I'm quite curious what would there be reaction for all the shit she when throu and still act sane (cuz let's be honest all of them needs therapy) and her being a pure soul♥️ and just the biggest sunshine ball of hope that can kill your ass

And you can add anything else to the plot just a so/ that is like tanjiro(I love him🤭♥️👹)

General

Your siblings name - (Y/S/N)

You openly explained the reason that you were there, you told him about you going on a trip, you came back to find your family had been killed by a ghoul and your sister barely alive, you took her to the hospital and they used the ‘only’ matching organs they had.

You wanted to protect your sibling so you trained everyday and even stole a weapon, the CCG, the Quinque resembled a katana and had an affinity for water.

No one knew who you or your sister were only that you aligned with no one at the time that your code names were assigned.

You were named Dragonfly and your sibling named Scorpion.

You became known for your fierce protectiveness of each other and the mercy you showed even the fiercest of enemies.

You learned that your sisters Kagune resembled a scorpion and when he blood touched any enemies it tended to burn them.

You yourself have always had a good nose, you always seemed to be able to tell what people were and how they felt just from their scent alone.

Ken Kaneki

☕ Pre-trauma Kaneki was surprised to find that there were any humans in Anteiku, however finding your sibling attached to your leg he could tell immediately that they were a ghoul and that must have been the reason that you were there. ☕ You had ended up wandering into the Anteiku cafe one day and the boss figured out what had happened to you sibling and offered you both a place to stay. ☕ Kaneki felt that you were the closest that he would get to anyone understanding him and you were understanding as well as quick to explain everything and help him understand. ☕ You were nicer than most and your sibling was a breath of fresh air in the world that he seemed to have been thrust into.

You were the first one to get to Kaneki when he stumbled into The Serpent’s hunting ground, your weapon was drawn in seconds as you took the front line “keep him safe (Y/S/N)!” You ordered as you watched The Serpent circle you, you never let him get behind you as you turned to be facing him. “What does this gain you?” “Just a little fun.” He smirked as he dove forward, you knocked him away with the blunt side of your sword. “Fight me!” “I have no reason to fight you.” You declared as you knocked him away again, it was surprising that you had the strength to fight a Ghoul that had been feeding constantly with no help, Kaneki watched in awe as you kept him at bay while not landing a single damaging blow.

It was later that evening when you were sitting with (Y/S/N) they had just fallen asleep and you seemed to be reading something. “Can I ask you something?” Kaneki asked as he stood in front of you. “Course, take a seat.” You prompted as you gestured to the sofa opposite you. “Earlier with Nishiki, you didn’t hurt him, wouldn’t it have been easier if you had fought him properly?” Kaneki asked. “Probably.” You nodded. “Then why didn’t you?” He asked. “He’s hurting too.” You explained. “What?” He asked. “Every person has something in their life worth living for, it’s why they are still breathing, why they keep going, it could be a person, an idea, a dream, a place, it doesn’t matter what it is to them it’s worth fighting for, should I kill someone for doing the same as me?” You asked. “Well I guess not but wouldn’t they just do the same?” Kaneki asked. “To justify by saying they would do the same, is cowardly and selfish, if you don’t believe that it is the right option don’t do it.” You shrugged “look for a different option, it will present itself.” “And when deadly force is the only option?” Kaneki asked. “There will always be times where it’s deserved but even when death is the kindest option it doesn’t have to be painful.” You explained and you looked at him and smiled. “You will be forced to fight but you will learn with experience. And if you even need help I’ll be here to lead you back.”

Nishiki Nishio

🐍 Nishiki is probably one of the most untrusting Ghouls that you will ever meet, through no fault of his own. 🐍 You were the one that Nishiki didn’t trust, your sibling was the ghoul and honestly given the fact that they were relatively new to the whole thing at the time that you met him he was willing to take them under his wing but he wanted nothing to do with you. 🐍 Obviously they weren’t going to leave you so the offer was never taken but he did tell you about the coffee trick to help you sibling through the day. 🐍 As you started making more of a name for yourselves, he silently rooted for you both, hoping that you would succeed in a place that he had only seen failure.

Nishiki had assumed that you and (Y/S/N) had left the area, he hadn’t seen you in a long time and reports on you had dwindled, he continued as he normally would, it wasn’t like you being there was anything that he worried about, these were his hunting grounds anyway. That is until he stumbles on Kaneki feeding in his ground and attempts to attack and kill him, ultimately leading to a fight that he didn’t know that he couldn’t win. It seemed however that there was someone on his side, that someone was you. Your control with the Qinque had improved since he last saw you, using the water that you manipulated to push away the attacker rather than the blade itself. “Leave Rabbit.” You ordered. “I don’t want to hurt you but your next actions will decide mine.” “He started this fight.” The ghoul known as Rabbit answered. “Maybe but now you're going to walk away.” You ordered as you lifted your katana into a defensive stance, however the Rabbit seemed ready for a fight, she dove forward prompting you to do the same, your Quinque clashed with her Kagune however she was the one who came off injured with the water around you Quinque sharpening to cut into her wings, you saw the flash to your right just before your sibling Kagune clashed with the one that struck at your side, their blood landing on and burning the ghoul causing the Rabbit to fall back to his side. “I’ll give you one last chance to leave.” “Let’s go.” She ordered.

“Why did you help me?” Nishiki asked as you looped his arm over your shoulder and helped him stand. “Why wouldn’t I help you, (Y/S/N) appreciated your help.” You answered as you positioned himself better. “Where do you want me to take you?” “Home is fine.” He answered and you nodded as you started on your way, as he told you which direction to go, by the time that you got there, your sibling was standing at the door with a covered tupperware in their hand. “What is that?” “They’ve brought you a little snack.” You said as he opened the door to the apartment, you helped him in before your sibling placed the tupperware in front of him. “Thank you.” He said softly. “You seem like the kind of person who doesn’t say that very often.” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “How’d you get this?” He asked. “We break into places where there are donor bodies, we take the things that others won’t need.” You explained “I keep some of the small stuff for them to snack on but they’ll have one huge feed every couple of months.” “That works?” He asked. “With the help of the coffee, yeah.” You nodded and looked at your sibling who was standing quietly behind you. “They’re okay?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed. “You seem to be doing well.” He finally said. “Yeah, we’re doing well.” You confirmed “just maybe keep yourself out of trouble yeah?” “Yeah, yeah.” He muttered and you smiled before heading out of the door, he didn’t know why you were so nice or even if you were going to extend the kindness again but for now he could be thankful that you extended the help.

Haise Sasaki

💼 Haise was probably the one that was closest to your through process on the other side of the field, most ghouls held some kind of contempt for humans so you guys would often be on the same page. 💼 You were very rarely called in for missions with him, given your position however you did always come by to see him and make sure that he and the rest of his team were okay. 💼 Haise always worried that his team would upset you in some way but you always made sure that they were okay and protected them all. 💼 Even if Haise did think a lot like you, there were some things that he didn’t understand, he knew of your past and he often wondered how that had led the person that you were.

The CCG found you and your sibling about a week after everything happened. They were surprised that you were even still alive, and that they hadn’t killed you yet. They wanted your skills but at first they had no use for your sibling, you refused to work for them unless they came with you and while you didn’t like it, you agreed for them to have some of their blood to test.

You both became the poster children for the CCG’s new Quinx programme, it took a little while for them to find others that were suitable for the same programme but as more half ghouls were added, you were phased out, you and (Y/S/N) only going on mission where you were needed, you two were the best at your job, you got thing done quickly and quietly in most cases.

Haise and his squad had been called to take out a small group of Ghouls that had been hunting and killing in the city, they had managed to track down and kill most of the group however the very last and most powerful ghoul seemed to be posing a problem after taking out half the squad only Haise and Urie remained in fighting condition and that was when you were called in, you appearance was quiet almost unnoticed until you cut the achilles tendons of the ghoul forcing him to a kneeling position “Why would you kill all of those people, they did not deserve any of the pain that you brought on them.” You glared at the ghoul kneeling in front of you. “They were weak, they should have killed us before we killed them.” He sneered. “They couldn’t have, even if they wanted to.” You said through gritted teeth as you crouched in front of him. “You should suffer for what you did to them.” “And you are going to make m-?” He never finished the question, your Quinque severing his head from his shoulders. “There would be no point in that.” You muttered, flicking his blood off of your Quinque. “Are you sure he deserved such a merciful end?” Urie asked as you looked at him. “No one is given a choice in the way that they are born and I don’t know what led him here but I doubt it was good based on the scent of his emotion, the least I can do is give him a peaceful end.” You answered. “His scent?” Haise asked. “Mmm.” You hummed as you looked at the dead ghoul. “He smelled like fear. I doubt that they were doing it for themselves, it seems like they were giving most of what they got to someone else.” “They still killed people.” Urie argued. “So have we.” You answered as you crouched next to the ghoul “find your family and rest easy. Come on, it's time to get out of here, the rest of your team needs medical attention or at the very least something to eat.”

Koutarou Amon

🔍 He could not deny that there had been less investigator deaths when they convinced you to join. 🔍 Amon was confused as to why they ever bothered to keep your sibling around, he could not deny that you were a skilled investigator but he saw no use for keeping a pet ghoul. 🔍 That changed after he was spared by Kaneki though, in fact you were the person that he came to after it had happened. 🔍 You were the only person that he felt comfortable asking, hoping that you weren’t going to judge him for his sudden interest and possible change of heart.

You had been given your own office as to keep you sibling away from all the other investigators, most for their safety, you had full confidence in your sibling but most the time they took an attack from the other investigators with no fight back at all, you demanded a place that was safe for them if you were to continue to work with the CCG.

Amon took a deep breath before knocking on the door “Come in Amon!” You called, when he walked in he saw that you were sitting on a sofa in the office, your sibling laying across the rest with their head resting on your lap. “How can I help you?” “I wanted to ask you something.” He said. “Mm.” You hummed, gesturing to one of the other seats in the room. “How did you know that (Y/S/N) could be saved?” He asked. “On the night that I found them, they were hungry, they did jump on me, but they were crying, they recognised me and they didn’t want to hurt me, that was when the CCG found us, it took a lot to get away from the the first time but it’s never happened again.” You explained “there was a place that helped us to figure out some things that could help with hunger and their better now.” “Better?” He asked. “Well they’ve never hurt anyone here have they?” You asked. “I don't think they’ll ever be the same as before but we can get to a better time where we can live together. Why do you ask?” “I had an encounter with a ghoul on my most recent mission.” He started. “Are you okay?” You asked. “I’m fine, actually he didn’t hurt me, my Quinque was broken but he spared me, he could have killed me but he spared me.” He explained. “And you want to know why?” You asked, he was silent and you looked at him and smiled softly. “I don’t know why he did it but I can only assume like you he was fighting to protect someone else, some of them are just trying to live and the moment that we knock down their doors, living turns to surviving. The next time that you see him you’ll have to ask him.” “Ask him?” He asked. “Can we even talk to them?” “Have you tried?” You asked. “I guess not.” He mumbled. “Not all of them will answer but the ones worth saving, protecting they will.” You said softly running your fingers through your siblings' hair with a small smile on your face.

Juuzou Suzuya

🪡 Juuzou is probably the human that you would have the worst time with considering his view on ghouls and their existence. 🪡 He is very much hit now and asks questions later so you’d find it hard to protect your sibling if you weren’t fighting to kill him. 🪡 He is unlikely to understand anything of the values that you live by and wouldn’t take a second to think about them either, might even mistake you for a ghoul as well. 🪡 You’ve never been one to give in easily and the fact that you kept getting back up was bothering Juuzou to no end.

“(Y/S/N) run!” You yelled, they turned for the exit of alley and you dove into Juuzou’s path to stop him from getting to them, knocking his scythe away and allowing the knife he had thrown to hit your shoulder instead of continuing the path to your siblings head. “Why would you do that?” Juuzou whined “it’s a ghoul, it’ll only end up killing you.” “That’s not true.” You mumbled as you pushed him away, his back hitting the wall as you created some distance, lifting your Quinque, he frowned. “Where did you get that?” He asked. “Stole it, I would do anything to protect them.” You answered as he dove forward swinging the scythe with practised precision, you dodged not once using your Quinque for anything other that blocking a hit you were fast enough to dodge. “I have to get back to them.” You stood steading yourself when you realised that they were not going to be able to convince him that you weren’t here to hurt anyone. You swung your Quinque the water that wrapped around the blade branching out in an attack, Juuzou dodge most of the attacks but a few landed, you lifted the Quinque ready for the finishing blow “I understand that you were only doing your job but would you let me go if I turned away from you now?” “Never.” Juuzou sneered. “As I thought.” You sighed, you pulled back the blade taking in a deep breath. “Stop!” You turned to another CCG officer who was holding your sibling as they kicked and tried to get away, you took the dagger from your shoulder and threw it at the officer. In that second Juuzou kicked your feet out from underneath you using another dagger to stab straight through your hands. The scorpion tail that you had come to know very well made itself known at that moment, easily separating (Y/S/N) from the officer holding her. “Shinohara!” Juuzou yelled as (Y/S/N) took the place in front of you standing with their arm out Kagune at the ready to protect you. You pushed yourself up from your position on the floor, hands still pinned together with the dagger. “Just leave us alone… Please.” You pleaded. “Juuzou it’s time to leave.” The man, Shinohara said. “But-” “Now Juuzou let’s go.” He ordered.

Juuzou met you again later when the CCG took you both in as the first of the Quinx programme “your still alive?” He asked. “No thanks to you.” You said holding your hands to show the scars from your previous encounter. “I’m impressed your pet hasn’t bitten you yet.” He smirked and you glared at me. “They aren’t a pet, they’re my family.” You corrected him. “I don’t understand you.” He murmured as he looked at your sibling who’s Kagune lashed protectively. “I’m more than willing to help you understand if you give us a chance.” You explained. “Well you're here anyway.” He mumbled with a shrug and even if it wasn't an open answer you were looking for it was better than nothing.

Ayato Kirishima

🐇 Ayato understood the need to protect your sibling, he had done a lot to keep his sister safe after all. 🐇 You both did it in different ways but you both wanted the same result, you however seemed to disregard your own health quite a lot if it meant that your sibling was going to be okay. 🐇 Aogiri Tree wanted your sibling but they didn’t want you, they had been trying to split you both up since learning of their existence. 🐇 When all of the other failed they sent Ayato however he didn’t succeed on the first attempt either.

“Who are you?” You asked. “Me? None of your business, no one needs to get hurt if you just give them over.” Ayato jutted his head in the direction of your sibling. “Would you give over your brother or sister if they asked?” You asked. “What does that matter?” He asked. “You wouldn’t would you?” You shook your head “I can tell.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, you saw his centre of mass shift he was getting ready to attack. “You have a sibling don’t you? You’ve kept them away.” You said and he moved forward you blocked his kick with the flat of your arm, slipping back only slightly as you looked at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt them, I just thought that we could be friends, you know, since we share an interest.” You explained. “Friends? You want to be friends with someone who was sent to kill you?” He asked. “You don’t want to kill me though, do you?” You asked. “How can you be so sure of that?” He asked. “I’ve seen your work, I’d be dead by now if you wanted me dead.” You explained as you pushed him away from you. “I’m not letting you get away from me.” Ayato informed you and you looked at him and nodded. “We know.” You said at the same time that your siblings leg came into contact with the side of his face, knocking him out. You sighed as you crouched in front of him lifting him onto the sofa in the abandoned building, you wrote a quick note before grabbing some of you clothes and leaving with your sibling.

Ayato groaned as he woke up rubbing at his temple, his eyes landing on the note on the table:

I really hope we can be friends, come find me if you change your mind.

He had no idea why you thought that you, a human, thought that you could be friends with him, a ghoul but he wouldn’t be entertaining you… Or so he thought.

Hideyoshi Nagachika

🚲 Hide loved you both, he saw you as hope for the future that he wanted, for him and Kaneki, you were how he proved to Kaneki that it could work. 🚲 He found out about you when he was working for the CCG but the challenge was finding you, you were very good at hiding yourself and your sibling when the time called for it. 🚲 When he finally found you he pleaded his case with you and you were fast friends especially after he and your sibling became friends. 🚲 You kept a close eye on him where you could and you were there when he needed someone to help him.

You would have been able to smell the blood even if you didn’t have an exceptional sense of smell, you walked into the old sewer system and found Hide and the boy you assumed was Kaneki, you ignored the Ghoul you could tell that he was already healing, your crouching in front of Hide “you're too kind for this world.” You said softly as you lifted him from the floor. “Kaneki…” He said, you looked back at the Ghoul. “He’s not ready to come back yet.” You said “he’ll come home, I know he will but we have to focus on making sure that you are there when he does.” “He’s okay?” Kaneki asked. “He’s healing, he will be fine, what you have done for him will bring him back I promise.” You said as you turned away from the Ghoul to get Hide to someone that you knew could help him.

You waited for him to wake up, he took a while to come around given the injuries no one was surprised “you're still here?” Hide asked. “I remember you saying we were friends, you make sure that your friends are okay, I can leave if you want me to.” You said. “No, that's not what I meant.” He said “it’s just I don’t expect that I look pretty.” “I thought you were cute before and you still are, but past that it doesn’t matter what your body is, it matters what your soul is.” You explained. “I don’t know what to do next.” He admitted. “Well, we’ll be here until you know and I’ll help you wherever I can.” You promised. “You… You will?” He asked. “You believe in me and (Y/S/N), we believe in you and Kaneki and we’re all going to make a world that we can live in together.” You promised, putting your pinky finger out. “Good plan?” “Yeah.” He said, choking out a laugh and you nodded “good then get some rest, you have healing to do so we can get to work changing the world.”

Uta

🎭 You were the one that found Uta, you needed masks for you and your sibling, with the code names that you were given you knew it was only a matter of time before the CCG came looking for you. 🎭 You entered the shop and asked him about the masks while your sibling looked around the room, you were sure that he knew they were a Ghoul and you weren't. He was watching you carefully. 🎭 He had heard about you by now, so he knew about your family and your unique abilities. 🎭 He was convinced that you gained something from keeping your ghoul sibling around, he wasn’t sure what but couldn’t simply believe that you were together for familial love.

“What do you earn from this?” Uta asked as he looked at you. “Um, the CCG doesn’t see my face.” You answered frowning at the question. “Not the mask, keeping your sibling around.” He jutted his head to your sibling who was looking at one of the masks on the shelf. “Gain?” You asked “nothing, they're my family so I’ll protect them with everything that I have.” “Even though they aren’t human anymore and they could kill because they had a bad day?” He asked. “Anyone could kill me for a bad day, we’ve been living like this for months.” You shrugged “I trust them and they trust me.” “Trust them?” He asked with a smirk as he stepped forward his tall stature crowding you, it only took a second for your siblings Kagune to wrap around your shoulder poised to stab him should he move in a way that concerned them. “They protect you the same way that you protect them?” He asked as he turned his attention to your sibling. “You know all it takes is one wrong move and suddenly you won’t have a sister, you’ll be all on your own with no one.” Uta said and you narrowed your eyes, hand falling the Quinque on your hip and he smirked. “You are interesting. You’ll be the talk of the town soon.” “Are you going to make the masks or not?” You asked, “Of course, come back next week the same day, they’ll be ready.” He promised, you stepped away from him. “Come on.” You put your hand out to your younger sibling and as he watched you.

“You came back…” He smiled as he turned his chair so that he was looking at you. “How much do I owe you?” You asked. “On the house.” He waved you off. “Change of heart?” You asked. “Investment in entertainment.” He answered as he handed you the two masks that he had made. “Entertainment?” You asked. “I don’t believe that what you are trying to do will work.” He answered honestly. “The world is too far gone for that but I want to see you try.” “You want to see me fail.” You grumbled. “How about I give you a job here?” He suggested. “Why would you do that?” You asked. “What other job is going to allow you to bring your ghoul to work?” He asked, you both looked over at your sibling and he waved. “I’m sure I can teach her some things about surviving too, make it easier for both of you.” He suggested. “Fine.” You answered “thank you.” “Why are you thanking me? It’s not like it did this out of the goodness of my heart.” He reminded you. “Well you didn’t have to do it at all, so a thank you is due.” You answered “when do I start?” “How about right now?” He asked.

Request Here!!

[lukaherehelp]

Playboyy EP1 - "Sex is about everyone"

PART 2

Grabbed a snack, let's continue:

Now is when my art student ass comes out: only three students is a joke. This type of sessions are normally focus towards all the art students at the school/academy/university. But let's think it as "is for this one classroom only"... okey, I'll let it pass but no department would pay for a model to pose for three students. NONE. Also, maybe is because I live in a cold weather place but can we bring one heather for this poor man, that sheet is only decoration. Enought rant from my part, sorry.

SIR, THIS IS A CLASSROOM, CAN'T YOU PUT THE BEDROOM EYES AWAY?! Like, I cannot blame Zouy for forgetting he's in a public space right now, those eyes would else make me act up.

I get him. I truly understand him. Bestie, I would also worship this man's body like my life depended on it. YOU ARE SO FUCKIN VALID.

THE SMIRK!! I'M FIGHTING THIS HOE, I'M BODY-SLAMMING HIM TO THAT FUCKIN COLD GROUND, SIR YOU ARE GOING TO CATCH THIS HANDS -

Knock, knock knock, snack walking in! And no, we ain't talking about the pizza...

all the english between this two is going to kill me. "Got a meal? Yeah, come get it." I'M ABOUT TO YEET MYSELF OUT OF THE WINDOW.

Sir, I politely ask you for 5ft of space TO BREATH.

This golden lighting looks so good on him... I'm a Kaowoat Supasin whore first, then human (mdl give me the cinematographer for this series, I must bake them a cake as a thank u)

STOP SMILING, WHAT ABOUT MY SANITY?! WHAT ABOUT IT?!?!

"The brush is here" I'M - Lord have mercy on me, I beg of you. This motherfucker is gonna end me.

Zouy, ma' baobei, you are adorable. I'll fight the world for you.

I truly wanna go forward but I just keep getting lost in his chest eyes, I'M SO SORRY -

Also, "you weren't drawing too well today, I can give you some private lessons". I know is an inuendo, but brother:

this is suppossed to be a sketch... YOU AIN'T TEACHING THIS VOICE NOTHING. He is giving you drawing classes, ma brother.

I'm not winning this fight. I'm not. I truly wanna focus but I'm as lost as Zouy right here. The grip on the neck tho...

First of all: First, the fact that you were able to fool your father about what you were watching. Another Nat 20 from the bl boys.

Second, all of you SoongFirst girlies... I get you. I start to understand you. I see y'all.

I feel like they are making Captain a huge red herring but this is only ep1 so I'm going to let them try to convince me that Captain is somehow at fault

" Hello, is this bad bitch number? Ah, no / I'm looking for a savage girl, ah, no " - this is the bgm for this moment 100%

The fact that none of this 4 bitches can tell this ain't Nant is so funny to me. Boy comes in, lights a cigarrete and reads y'alls asses and nothing feels odd???

low blow with the mother comment, Nont.

They are so White and Black coded, I love this for the not me girlies. This is the "what if Black was the inflitrated twin?" AU we deserved.

and of course his wallpaper is them together. He's going to fuck someone up and then fuck Prom

Chat you are adorable, idc what First's ends up being in the grand scheme of things in this series, he's done nothing wrong, look at this face:

an absolute angel.

They are also adorable, HELP.

I feel like that ring is worth this whole ordeal, That was today's payment.

Now, this whole bit with TeenaZouy has to go on mute because the fucking yaoi sounds bUT:

the chill music in the laptop, Zouy in his underwear painting, the oil painting... god, this is such a mood, add snacks and this was my days a few years back. I miss doing model work with my friends.

I'm. climbing. MY WALLS.

T for Troy Teena

FUCK, I'M AT THE 30 PIC LIMIT... Another part I guess.

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

putting the google translate version of the Sa and Vita convo here bc the official translation is a bit confusing

Moriarty: Haha, hahahaha! Moriarty: What a great show! Moriarty: How does it feel to lose all your efforts? Got bitten by your own dog! Moriarty: Hey, you don't have a talent for comedy, do you? Sa: ... Moriarty: That last blow from the sky looked really painful! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to mess with the wrong people? Moriarty: Haha, I feel really good! I haven’t watched such an interesting show for a long time. Moriarty: It is countless times more exciting than the version I originally conceived! Sa: ... Moriarty: Oh? You're just going to roll up your tail and run away? Moriarty: Well, given the nature of your “parasitic plant”, Moriarty: if you curl up your roots and hide in the depths of the Sea of Quanta for a few tens of thousands of years, you'll be able to make a comeback sooner or later. Moriarty: Only a human being would let his own damn pride get in the way and miss a chance to make a comeback... Moriarty: ...Hmm? Vita: I'm sorry to interrupt your pleasant conversation. Vita: How do you do, our Creator God? Vita: Oh, I forgot. We just saw each other. Sa: ... Vita: What, are you surprised to see me here? Vita: That unconvincing fake death performance earlier shouldn't be able to deceive your all-knowing and omnipotent "eyes", right? Vita: Or is that eye, as I suspected, not protecting against the presence of the “Ark”? Sa: ... Sa: ...Authority. Moriarty: Oh! So you can talk. Vita: That's right. Like the fly buzzing around you, I used the disguise of an Ark administrator to get past your guards and find you. Moriarty: You're all fighting amongst yourselves, but still don't forget to slander me? What a touching mother-daughter bond. Vita: If you had been able to put away a little bit of your arrogance and pay the minimum attention to this fly, maybe I wouldn’t have been able to come here in person—— Vita: ...to receive all your authority.

Sa: ... Moriarty: Haha, that's an unexpected twist! I didn't realize there was a hidden secret at the end of the show! Moriarty: It’s worth my while that I took the big gamble to come here so that I can enjoy this masterpiece in the upper class seats. Vita: Sigh... You pushy guy, do you really know what you are talking about? Vita: Most of your data has been shattered by that pillar of light, and the remnants left here will soon disperse on their own. Paying so much just to see a show? Moriarty: Of course, Miss Agent. I've never been so calm, so satisfied. What better feeling is there than to witness the end of a revenge drama? Moriarty: I'd give anything for fun... even if it didn't do me any good. Vita: ...Your comment reminds me of someone. Vita: Coincidentally, when I was "hitchhiking" with Fu Hua, I happened to catch a glimpse of a memory related to him and the self-satisfying ending. Vita: He was a world leader, but he only gambled with everyone's life; and in the end, he exchanged his own demise for a wishful "self-revenge". ..... Vita: Do you think this is called "different paths leading to the same destination", backup of "Otto Apocalypse"? Moriarty: Sincere thanks to you, Miss Agent, for bringing me useless information. I'd say you and “Sa” are cut from the same cloth. Vita: I have surpassed her.. The fact that I am here is the best proof, isn't it? I'll never make the same mistake as She did, and I'll go after true freedom. Sa: Freedom… is this what you really want? Or is it just because… you ask for it but don’t get it? Sa: The so-called “freedom” and “nothingness” are synonymous words. Vita: What about you? You have swollen so much that you can hardly move, have you really gained any “reality”? Sa: …Purusha, is me. Moriarty: Hahaha, is that why you sank into the “sea” in the first place? Moriarty: You have all-knowing and all-powerful eyes, but you can't even see yourself clearly. Haha! Our great Creator God is actually a blind god! Sa: Gods are blind in sight... Sa: Mortals are blind in the heart. Vita: Oh, you are quite confident when you say that—— Vita: Why don't you use these against the enemy with the “Eighth Sense”? Vita: He's your arch-enemy, isn't he? Sa: Mortals aren’t enemies. Sa: Just a pebble in the road. Vita: ... Vita: Well, congratulations. After all, your feet, it seems, are bleeding on these pebbles? Sa: ...That has nothing to do with them. Vita: But it’s about me. Sa: … Sa: [Agent], you are not an ordinary person. You have exceeded the limits of [expansion]. Moriarty: Oh, How to say it, how to say it? It turns out you will also become a rotten machine like her in the future? Moriarty: That’s a really rotten future, hahahaha! Sa: …the only freedom of god is also the only nothingness of mortals. Sa: The world is my representation, and the world is my will. Sa: The so-called “Godhood”... God was born because of me, and I died because of God. Vita: I think this sentence should be said the other way around. Vita: [I live because of God, and God dies because of me.] Vita: Do you suddenly feel better? Moriarty: What a pity! My God did not die because of me! Moriarty: Oh, no, wait. My “God” is already you all? Moriarty: A good death, a wonderful death! It’s a pity I can’t stick a cross in you all! Sa: …getting carried away. Ignorance is indeed the greatest sin of mortals. Sa: No mortal has ever killed a god. Sa: Only [Gods] can.

Sa: [Agent]... Sa: One day, you will also find your own executioner. Moriarty: Oh, oh! It seems that compared to ordinary people like us, gods like you are better at bringing disaster to yourself? Moriarty: Okay, okay, that just means that a mediocre person is just a mediocre person after all! Moriarty: Look at me… take a good look at your [exhibit]... Moriarty: Is there anything more ironic to you two than me being able to sit on this special seat? Vita: There’s no need for a king to kill his own court jester, right? Vita: Anyone can feel like the other person is an idiot on the inside… Do you think that’s important? Sa: There are no [idiots] here. Sa: The three wills that exist here have lost their own value from the beginning. Sa: They try to compensate, they try to ignore. They will only continue to expand… until they become ugly remains. Vita: Thank you for your advice, [Sa]. But what I am and what I want will all be decided by myself. Vita: I will do better than you, of course. It’s a pity that you can never imagine it if you are trapped in the [Sea]. Sa: … Sa: That’s really worth looking forward to. Vita: Yes, worth looking forward to. Vita: Us gods looking forward to our deaths is also very romantic, isn't it?  Vita: ...That's the only emotion you have left. Moriarty: Oh? It seems that this is the end? Moriarty: I have to say that as my second ending, there is nothing more satisfying than this. Moriarty: Although you are my enemy, you are the initiator who interrupted my grand finale and brought great shame to me... Moriarty: I still pay you the highest respect, Miss "Vita". Moriarty: The way we exist is somewhat similar - it's like fate has played a nasty trick and we spend our lives trying to get out of this shadow. Moriarty: We are not the real body, but we have made achievements far beyond the real body. This is the proof of our existence in the world and our unique mark. Moriarty: If we hadn't met in this way, we would definitely have become very good friends... or destined rivals. Vita: …maybe. You are truly my most troublesome exhibit, "Moriarty." Moriarty: Ha! I would take that as the highest compliment. Vita: Indeed. So… Vita: Farewell, [nothingness]. Vita: I will accept those [Eyes of Bodhi]. [Who are you digging a grave for? Is it for a Phosphorus person?] [It's not for a Phosphorus person, miss.] [So, is it for the Purusha person?] [Not for a Purusha person either.] [Not a person of Phosphorus nor a person of Purusha - then who is buried here?] [Miss, she was originally a Purusha person, but she was already gone.] Vita: The so-called [Gods]... Vita: ...are truly [interesting].

[utilitycaster]

1/4 I want to preface this by saying that I'm not looking to convince you, nor do I expect you to agree. In fact, I'd like to hear a counterargument from somebody who is happy with how TLoVM adapted Vex and why the changes related to her character were good/necessary for the adaptation, bc as far as I see it right now, it easily could've been more faithful without additional screen time or significant changes made to TLoVM's story structure. So, what do you think of the criticism that her

2/4 backstory with Trinket is diluted by making her needing to be saved by Vax, him being the one to kill Trinket's mother and Vex reduced to just being helpless and then motherly afterwards. It takes what was originally a story about survival of a woman in terrible conditions and doing something kind along the way for someone else and turns it into motherly damsel in distress. The important character choice that she never even tells Vax (or anyone) how she got Trinket is also lost this way.

3/4 "Unproven ally, selfish and cruel" being cut from Saundor's speech when it affected her just as much, if not more so than "unwanted daughter". His words haunt her for over a dozen episodes later and she's worried she made the wrong choice during the fight by refusing his offer. It troubles her thinking that he was right and that she's endangering those she loves most, the family that she's chosen, and it's simply cut and reduced to her daddy issues. Her self-worth only revolves around the

4/4 men in her life. Her death isn't about her, only about how it affects Percy and Vax. Percy never apologizes to her for getting her killed, but he apologizes to Vax twice. She's never her own person with agency outside the men in her life, just a sister, just a love interest, just a daughter.

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I am going to answer this below. Against my better judgement I have included your four part ask in its entirety but for future reference, I would advise that if you wish to hear someone’s opinion, that’s fine, but it is better to ask it concisely rather than doing the equivalent of nailing a somewhat less antisemitic* 95 Theses to someone’s metaphorical door. Had you asked your original anon question as “I am not enjoying Vex’s plot in TLOVM- it feels very centered on the men in her life in a way I don’t recall it being in Campaign 1. You seem to be enjoying it, so could you tell me what you liked” this would be a much different and far more pleasant conversation.

Also I should note that you called me dumb and gullible in your ask this morning. And that’s fine, because I don’t know who you are or value any of your opinions, but it does make me disinclined to treat you with anything but bemused contempt, and indeed, I will do that.

Finally: gender and pronouns are not strictly connected and if you are a he/him lesbian or similar I redact this statement (though none of the others). But, if you are a indeed a man, as a woman being asked to give my opinion after you tell me yours, at length, which I did not ask for and indeed indicated that I hated it yet you reproduced it in full for a second time in my inbox, the irony of you handwringing that Vex (fictional woman)’s plot isn’t very Spice Girls Girl Power of them while insulting and making demands of me (actual human woman who exists and who’s already hinted extensively to the point of outright saying that I’m getting pissed off) is not lost.

*this post is not antisemitic other than the fact that I’m Jewish and I find it annoying. Do not cancel OP for antisemitism; I am making a joke.

Anyway. If you were looking for a good counterargument, and had the research skills my high school librarian taught, you might have come across this article which is a very good discussion of Vex’s arc, and I recommend you read it.

For my take, please see below the cut.

Here’s the thing about Vex. Her main relationships are with men. She is frequently bitchy, at times bordering on bullying, towards Keyleth - and it’s at its peak during the early Conclave Arc. She gets along well with Pike, but Pike is frequently absent during the campaign, and more importantly, friends are not going to reach the level of “twin brother who has literally been the only person by her side for much of her life and her sole confidant early in the campaign” and “man she’s deeply in love with and will one day marry." Her issues, meanwhile, are because her father treated her as less-than, and so she tried to become cold and perfect and powerful to ensure that never happened. Her story is extremely about how her personality is shaped by her relationships with men. It is dismissive of that story to claim otherwise. (And, for what it's worth, this is a very real story that many women can relate to and which frequently gets criticized in fantasy by people with a poor understanding of both women and genre, my two true passions, but that's a separate post.)

As for the Trinket story specifically, the fact that Vax helps rescue her is not the central part of the story; the central part of that story is her rescuing Trinket, and perhaps seeing herself in that motherless bear, which is maintained in the adaptation. We see Vex’s self-sufficiency elsewhere, in the “do not go far from me” sequence; but more importantly it’s not a “dilution” to have her need help to be rescued from a camp and then immediately rescue someone else. It’s in fact a fairly smart echo of the lesson Vex ultimately strives to learn, that it’s not weak to need or indeed ask for help. The fact that you see this as “motherly damsel in distress” says far more about how you see even the slightest hint of a teenage girl needing help as automatic damsel territory than it says about Vex’s depiction.

“Unproven ally, selfish and cruel” is something I’ve always considered to be specific to the broom incident. How is she an unproven ally in the series? This would require a setup that simply does not exist. Saundor’s words instead focus on what is ultimately the crux of their conversation; Vex’s possessiveness and her need for approval. He is intended as a dark mirror, of someone who never got the love they craved and so became a source of poison for everything around them. Saundor says quite a lot of words in their talk in Campaign 1, and as far as I can recall there’s no indication that those five you quoted are the specific ones that upset her rather than his whole “we’re not so different, you and I” (and the “unwanted daughter”, which, you know, he leads with) deal. He still hits those main points, and, in a hilariously unintentional pun, it seems that you cannot see the forest for the tree.

And as for her death: her death was always primarily about how it affected Vax and Percy, at least in the immediate aftermath. We see some of her recklessness, and some of the positives as well - how she responds to Keyleth and Vax’s relationship - in the show, but perhaps the single most defining moment of the entire Vox Machina campaign is in fact Vax making his offer to the Raven Queen, which he does because Vex dies. It is, in fact, relatively rare under any circumstances that someone’s death isn’t about their nearest and dearest’s responses. The Percy and Vax conversation is not only quite similar to the one they had in the campaign; we actually left off the part where Vex’s immediate response after her own death was to make Keyleth cry in order to understand why Vax was being weird, and then comfort Vax and give him the armor. With all due respect, how the fuck did you miss that Vex’s death in the Sunken Tomb was always almost entirely about Vax. I mean, I can't stand when people make Vex's life post-campaign about Vax's death, but Vax's life was in fact shaped almost entirely by Vex's death.

I don’t see any lack of agency, either. Vex is still making her own choices in the Feywild - in fact, rather than backed up by Vox Machina, she is alone for the Saundor fight while the others fight off his lesser tree goons, and she makes the kill despite her bow being broken, using nothing but her determination and wit. I am truly sorry for you that you apparently see this as nothing but love interest material, and that in general you seem to see a story that is about someone learning how to let herself rely on others and say “damn, that bitch seems to be relying too much on others.”

Anyway, in conclusion, what I think of the criticism presented in the posing of this question is that it relies on an analysis that one could perhaps magnanimously call “flat and superficial, but also demonstrating little to no understanding of the character’s arc in either the source nor adaptation.”

[opinated-user]

(Cw: Grooming and CSA)

I think the hardest part about learming about LO is that she was a figure I have known about since I was ten. I was invested in MLP since I was six, and was an undiagnosed autistic AFAB person who didn't have a lot of friends. MLP was my life, it was the shining beacon of joy that got me through being bullied. I wanted to consume every aspect of it, and was drawn to analysis because I was a pretentious little goober who wrote book reports for fun. The MLP Analysis community were people I looked up too, because they were adults, and I was taught to respect and listen to adults. So when that inevitably led to me being groomed, I didn't know how to handle anything. I didn't know the word for what happened, I didn't know how to express it.

And then, to see a figure that had been somewhat mocked by this community, stand up and put a name to what I went through... I fell right back into that phase of idolation. I didn't know how to process what was done to me then, but in that moment it felt so vindicating to hear someone loudly wish death on the kind of people who had shattered my entire life. Like I was actually worth fighting for.

And then to find out that person was glorifying and actively carrying out that same behavior. I feel stupid for ever even trying to convince myself that all these allegations were all just lies.

You'd think that someone would learn to spot it the second time.

hey, anon. you're never stupid for wanting to have faith in people. many times they're actually good. many people would fight for you and any other who went through the same as you, because people like you are worth it and don't deserve the silence. i'm so sorry you were hurt like that, i'm sorry that nobody was there to tell you how that wasn't okay and it made LO's word all the more attractive for you. none of that was okay. nobody should have to feel that alone and confused. it's not your fault and it will never be that LO took advantage of that. you were hurt and thought you found a place where you could be validated. there's nothing wrong with any of that, it's only human.

if anything, i just want to thank you, anon, because you did listen and didn't cling to whatever image LO had built up in front of you. i'm sure it wasn't easy, that it was painful on it's own way, but you did it and that speaks volumes of the kind of person you're. it's hard for me to read people trying to defend LO even as she says the most unhinged things i have read, but people like you make it worth it. because that means this is not pointless, that other people can get away from her and won't be hurt by her again. messages like yours are the ones that keep me going here. i hope that means something for you.

[super-predictable98]

The Galaxies of Gallifrey

Chapter 1: The Toymaker Trick

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Mention of death, SPOILERS FOR THE GIGGLE

a/n: Hey there! So because I didn't have enough unfinished series... here's another one. I hope all the whovians can enjoy this canon x OC thing I'm working on. There's a lot more to come for this one, but before chapter 2 comes expect a Casanova request XD

2008 - Somewhere in space

"Gallifrey Gale McShane... can I have this dance?" The Doctor extended his hand and she took it. 

"What was that song from the future? Oh! I got it," she pressed a button on her phone and Mitski started playing. 

The two of them embraced each other sweetly, swaying gently around the TARDIS control room. 

"You know I... I... you know," he mumbled, still not quite ready to say the words he felt in his hearts.

"I know, and I do too," Gallifrey whispered. 

"Good, then we're in agreement. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you, our lives have been intertwined forever now." 

She nodded and rested her head on his chest, singing the lyrics for him quietly:

"Moon, tell me if I could send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you? Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine, all mine."

"I like that. Mine all mine all mine..." The Doctor repeated softly. "Are you scared? Of dying?"

"I think you might be more scared of me dying than I am." 

"That's true, I never wanted to- get attached because humans come and go, you get old and you start losing your memories, yourselves... then you die. And I'm left here, life after life after life."

"But with me you're taking the risk? You're accepting this pain?" 

"I'd do it all over again if it meant I'd get this time with you. Even if it would only last a day, a week, a month... You're worth it. The pain of losing you one day is not greater than the pain of never having you at all." 

His brown eyes were shining with sadness but also hope. Loving someone is like ripping your heart out of your chest and accepting someone else can choose what happens to it. 

"To answer your question, I am not that scared of dying. I hope it feels like when you're a child and fall asleep on the couch after school so your mum carries you to bed and you wake up there. I hope Death is like a gentle old friend." Gallifrey explained. "She'll take my hand and guide me to you." 

"To me?" 

"You know, Doctor, I also need to cope with losing you several times. I know you'll regenerate over and over right in front of me and there's nothing I can do. And even though I will always love you no matter who you become, this is my Doctor. You, Ten. You're the Doctor I wanted to spend my life with." 

"I see... I'm so sorry, Gal." 

"Don't be, I dream that when I die, my handsome Ten will take my hand and we'll run to our home near the beach. Our two dogs will be waiting and we can just be us, no more regeneration or dangerous adventures, just us." 

"Is that what you think heaven is like? Sitting on a porch with me?" The Doctor frowned. "I wish I could give you what you want, I wish there was someone else who could do what I do. I'd stay as the tenth Doctor for you for a million years even if I go completely mad having to stay in one place for the rest of my life."

"I know, but I don't resent you. I know the Doctor's job is to travel around the universe protecting everyone. And I'll be your companion until I can no longer do my job." 

*

2023: UNIT Headquarters in London

"Shooting ducks... who is next?" The Toymaker pointed the galvanic beam at each of the ladies. "The companion, the soldier, the scientist, the orphan... the wife," he smirked at Gallifrey.

"Your fight is with me!" The Doctor shouted, enraged by the idea of losing anyone else. "And you owe me! One more ga-"

Before he could finish, the Toymaker struck him with the beam right in the chest. 

"DOCTOR!" Gallifrey cried. "No! I'm not ready, I'm not ready! I don't wanna say goodbye to my Doctor!"

"I played the first game with one Doctor, I played the second game with this Doctor, therefore your own rules have decreed. I play the third game with the next Doctor!" The Toymaker announced. 

Without thinking of any consequence, Gallifrey ran to her husband's side. "Kill me, make me into a puppet, I don't care! This is the last time I'm seeing the man I fell in love with!" 

Donna and Melanie followed, they didn't want him to die alone, even if it wasn't really a death. 

"I'm so sorry, Gal..." The Doctor looked at his wife with a pained expression as she held his hand. "This isn't dying, but I know how much it'll hurt you. I know you always say it doesn't matter, but please still love me even if I'm insanely ugly." 

"You can never be ugly, Doc, not to me," she sobbed, trying to take in every detail of his face. 

"I'll miss the way you look at me when I'm like this." 

"Don't worry about me, I love all your faces. I love all of you," she assured. "Fingers crossed you come ginger this time." 

"It's time, here we go again," the Doctor gave her one last kiss from the lips she adored so much. "Allons-y."

But then... instead of regenerating, he just stood there, feeling rather strange and a little foolish. Gallifrey looked at Donna, who shrugged, just as confused. 

"Doc, what's going on?" Gallifrey cried.

"Could you... pull?" He asked. 

"Could we what?" Donna looked at him with a disgusted grimace.

"Just pull, pull from each side, all of you. It feels different this time." 

Melanie and Donna did as he asked, pulling his left arm while Gallifrey did the same with the right. At first, it seemed like a stupid effort, but then the unimaginable happened.

The Doctor divided himself into two. The man that sprouted from her husband was tall, had dark skin and short hair, the most beautiful smile. 

"What?" Donna and Gallifrey murmured almost in unison.

"What?" The Toymaker winced. 

"No way..." Fifteen pulled his other arm out and for a moment they shared their bottom half. 

"You're me," Fourteen gasped. 

"No, I'm me. I think I'm really really me," Fifteen smiled. "I'm completely me! Now don't just stand there, push!" 

When the two Doctors separated, they ran into each other's arms and hugged like brothers. 

"What is happening?" Gallifrey stared at them in disbelief.

"Bigeneration! I've bigenerated, Gal!" Fifteen took her in his arms and spun her around. "There's no such thing, it's supposed to be a myth, but look at me! What do you think, my beautiful?" 

"I think you look gorgeous!" She admitted, placing her hand on his chest while his hands explored her as much as they could in front of such a big audience.

"Hey! That's my wife you're fondling!" Fourteen yelped. 

"She's also my wife," Fifteen smirked before stealing a kiss. 

"Aw my sweetheart is jealous!" Gallifrey took Fourteen's hand. "Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around." 

"He comes in a range of colors then?" Donna chuckled.

"Right! Have you ever been black before?" Gallifrey asked. 

"No, not that I remember... how exciting!" Fifteen grinned. 

"If I can interrupt," the Toymaker called. "Behold the game of the Time Lords, a dummy who dies and doubles and dies and doubles... I could play this for a hundred years. I'd have vast meadows of Doctors dying over and over again and never get bored because-" 

"I challenge you to a game!" Both Doctors said. 

That was the trouble, there was still a game to be won to save the world. But with two against one it had to be easier, right? 

Gallifrey could barely watch as the Doctors played catch against the Toymaker, the little ball flying from one hand to the other and always on the verge of falling. Until it did, it fell when the Toymaker couldn't catch it. 

"As my prize I want you to be banished from existence," Fourteen asked before running into his wife's arms.

"You two are brilliant!" Gallifrey beamed with excitement. "But there's one thing you're forgetting, Fifteen also deserves a prize. And I think I know exactly what it could be." 

She walked up to him and whispered in his ear to which he flashed her a smile. 

"You, my love, are a genius!" Fifteen ran into the TARDIS and pulled a toy mallet from underneath one of the floorboards. 

"What are you doing?" Fourteen asked as they all came out into the garage. "It's not a sexy prize, is it? I don't think I can deal..." 

"What if the Toymaker's domain is still lingering? Just for a few seconds while we're in a state of play? Everybody stand back! Wish me luck." 

"What for?" 

"Heeeere's my prize..." Fifteen hit the side of the TARDIS with the mallet and another TARDIS appeared right beside the first. 

"Oh dear," Fourteen breathed. "You know what that means, Gal?" 

"What?" Gallifrey turned to him.

"There's someone who can do what I do," he smiled softly. "I can give you your paradise." 

"Doctor! But- but you always said you'd go mad if you had to settle down." 

"Ah you know how I am, I can always take the TARDIS for a little spin. We can visit anywhere you want, no more dangerous adventures. We can sit on that porch facing the beach and just be us. No more regeneration for a long long time." 

"Are you sure?" 

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life... I've spent so many years fighting all those battles and now I know what for. Let's go say goodbye." 

Inside the new TARDIS it was pretty much like the old one, with the exception of a jukebox in the corner. 

"Come here!" Fifteen hugged Fourteen, then Donna, then Gallifrey. "Look after him, you two... now if you don't mind there's a great big universe calling and I got to get going. So off you go, old man." 

"You're the old man! You're older than me!" Fourteen gasped dramatically. 

"Okay... kid. I love you, get out," he said before starting the controls. 

"Let's go!" Gallifrey took her Doctor's hand and Donna's to get out before they got pulled into another crazy adventure. 

When they left, the TARDIS was already whirring, preparing to take off. 

"I don't suppose I've ever seen this before," the Doctor watched amazed. 

"Where's he going?" Melanie asked.

"Everywhere," the Doctor murmured. "Now where are we going, Gal? California, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean?"

"I think I know the perfect place," Gallifrey smiled. 

[menander]

Nel: *bringing some cleaning supplies about to entering the guest room, when hearing weird noises from the inside*

Nel: *their jaws drop when seeing there is boys who fighting* ?!

After separating them

Grim: *being hold by Niel* I will not allowing to invite that guy anymore!!

Vil: Please, that was hardly worth my time.

Nel: pfftt-

Vil & Grim: Huh?

Nel: ahAhAHAHAHAHA!!! I- hh- didn't expect this would happen! Ahahahha!

Vil: Prefect this is not even amusing at all.

Grim: *pout* How can you laugh when he was trying to pick my fur!!

Nel: *still laughing* S-sorry Grimmie, buth pfftt-ahahaha!!

Nel: *wiping the corner of their eye* Out of anyone, I didn't expect you AND Vil would be fighting like that! I will not be surprised if it's Ace and Deuce, but you TWO? Ahahahahaha!!!

Vil: *giving them displeased frown* I guess it means that you are unable to teach him good manners.

Grim: *triggered* Fungyaah! How dare you! I ain't pet!!

Nel: *giggles* Nope! That means my personality is rubbing on him~

Vil: Excuse me? Are you implying that you also dislike me? How could you!

Nel: Not anyone is interested in pretty face and petty personality, Vil~

Vil: *glare* Who did you call petty!

Nel: *taunting* I don't know, not me of course~

Vil & Nel: *glaring at each other*

Nel: *break eye contact* Heh… just kidding~

Vil: *rolled his eyes, annoyed*

Some minutes later, after serving Vil the tea

Vil: *drink his tea while thinking about a come back for Niel*

Nel & Grim: *cleaning the guest room*

Vil: *remember the dirty guest room before he fight with Grim* ….

Vil: *taunting* Messy room is indicating messy heart, are you okay Prefect?

Nel: *staring at him with their eyebrow raised*...

Nel: *actually triggered* Bruuh… the fucking audacity, after what you did in MY house…?

Vil: *smirk behind his tea cup*

Some minutes later after finishing cleaning guest room

Nel: *looking at the clock* ((Oh shoot! I have a meet up with Sam?!)) *glance at Vil*

Nel: Err- Vil? Are you staying here longer?

Vil: Why? Are you planning to kick me out?

Nel: No… because I was thinking you came here not for meeting me, leave alone fighting with Grim.

Vil: …

Vil: *smile* What are you talking about, of course I'm here to meet you, Prefect. Your signature tea is always refreshing just like this place, despite being called Ramshackle. *chuckle*

Nel: *unimpressed* ….Bitch, spill your beans.

Vil: *sigh* I didn't know that you were a mistrustful person. My intention here is genuine of course.

Nel: *almost lose their patience* You know, the only thing that saved you from me burning this place down, was that fish tank behind you and the books, Vil.

Vil: *actually surprised* Was it?

Nel: *staring him*

Vil: *sigh* … fine, I'm trying to get Epel back to his etiquette lesson. He has been escaped five times this past two weeks.

Nel: Five with now or before?

Vil: Before.

Nel: And Rook unable to find him? Damn, he learned so fast….

Vil: *actually doesn't like the fact that Niel teaching Epel to escape* So…?

Nel: *smile* Don't worry, my limitations are three. He also said will visit today. And if my catch were correct, you planning to ambush him here?

Vil: Correct.

Nel: Fine~ just make sure there is nothing damage okay.

Vil: Of course I'm not planning on destroying someone residents just because my nee-

Nel:*sinisterly* Because… IF I SAW JUST A SINGLE SCRATCH ON THEM. YOUR FACE WILL BE MELTING WITHIN A MONTH!

Vil: !!!

Vil: Of course….

Vil: *unconsciously touching his face after Neil leave* ((they are just a weak human without magic, but why I got a feeling that my face will be destroyed by those look alone))

Grim: *noticed it and snicker*

Vil: What?

Grim: You know she is always true to her words, even if it is late right…?

At the entrance.

Nel: ….

Nel: *frown* ((Dang it, don't tell me I'm being paranoid again.))

Nel: *taking their phone while walking outside* ((You know what, let's invite someone opposite of them… now who is…))

Nel: ((Damn it, there is no one who is the opposite of Vil and Grim. Ughh… who will not pick a fight and not- WAIT HIM!))

Some minutes later at the guest room

Kalim: *entering the guest room cheerfully* Niel!!! I'm coming!!!

Epel: *sitting on the sofa while being lecture by Vil*

Vil: *standing beside him and lecturing Epel*

Grim: *lazily sitting on the top of the fish tank watching them*

Kalim: Eh?

Vil, Epel, Grim: *turn at him confused*

….

Nel: *entering the guest room* I'm back….

Kalim: Welcome back!!!

Jamil: *holding a tray of tea cup* …Welcome back.

Nel: *staring at Jamil*

Jamil: *staring at Niel, bit skeptical*

Nel: *showing their dislikes toward Jamil* Bitch! Get out of my house.

[butwhatifidothis]

I think the most mystifying part of The Fic is the way when reading your notes of it with the quotes, I repeatedly end up feeling like Cap has to be critiquing the thing he’s writing about because… how do you write the things he has and not see how bad it is?

But then nothing ever seems to come from it. Woobiegard never grows to stop constantly pitying herself, seeing her own part in why people leave her in other timelines or changing her actions to prevent this; Byleth seems to be on the path of becoming only human rather than making a place for herself as both human and Nabatean (because being a Nabatean is bad and creepy); Cheating is romantic and not something that needs to be addressed.

Hey, I'm gonna show ya somethin'. Here's a genuine, actual line that is actually, genuinely in the fic, in Chapter 58:

"[Woobiegard] had seen the empty farmhouses and the villages. She had shaken hands with monsters. She had killed countless good people, all for a world that had not yet been born. She would not waver from this path, but if Byleth…"

Now, here is what what is said to Woobiegard in the literal. Next. Chapter:

“You always try to seem so above it all, but all you really want is for your teacher to pat you on the head, and tell you how clever and noble you are while you butcher half of Fodlan."

This is Woobiegard admitting to butchering Fodlan for her ideals and still wanting Ficleth to stay by her side despite her horrific actions, and then fuckin' Cornelia comes around the very next chapter and shoves that exact thing she literally admitted to doing in her face. But because it's phrased in the horrible light that it rightfully belongs in and not the Pity-Me-Elmo way that the fic's narrative always wants to put Woobiegard in, Cornelia is in the complete wrong and she is a villain for even suggesting that Woobiegard would ever do and believe the things she literally admits to doing and believing.

And fuck it, here is an incomplete list of all of the rightful criticisms of Woobiegard that literally never get addressed and/or resolved properly:

“Has your moral compass become so tarnished that you would spare more pity for a murderer than his victims?”

“I’m just, let’s say… impressed that you happened to forge such deep friendships with Ingrid and Marianne, instead of, say… Leonie and Ashe? For someone who’s always talking about how they hate Crests and nobles, you seem to spend a lot of time cozying up to them.“

"I finally understand… what you believe is right. You believe in a world where your noble ends justify any depravity, any violence, in service of your goals.”

“You’re just a pathetic little hypocrite, talking about friendship and honor and mercy as you slaughter your way through every single person that disagrees with you.”

“[Woobiegard’s] going to tell you that at the end of it all, the chaos and blood on your hands will be worth it somehow. And you’ll try to ignore the little hidden part of your souls that’s started to develop a taste for hurting other people. The part that’s just like me. The part that your friend put there.”

“Your Flame Emperor is an inferno, consuming everything in its path. And a fire needs fuel… what do you think will happen when you’ve finished slaughtering your way through the Kingdom and the Church? There will always be another war, another threat, another enemy to conquer.”

“I can’t let Fodlan’s future be placed in the hands of a war-mongering Empire!”

“You know how I’m sure I gotta stop you, [Wobiegard]gard? You didn’t just start this war, but you tricked good people like the Professor, Mari and Lysithea into helping you. Only a really bad person would do that!”

“I have long known the truth about people such as you. You will never desist, not until everyone that does not fit into your vision is gone!”

“After all, are you not simply my new and improved Nemesis? And what a job you have done, assembling your own merry little band of Elites. Claiming to fight for humanity, when all it has truly ever been about is your fragile ego, Flame Emperor.”

"[Woobiegard] is a manipulator. A deceiver. She stood alongside her fellow students, wearing the mask of a friend, as she planned a war that would bring bloodshed and despair to the people of the continent. She does not feel remorse, or guilt, or grief, as people like you or I do. Her only aim… her only wish is to hold Fodlan in the palm of her hand, crushing all those who dare to disagree with her. Even as we speak, the Alliance has fallen. Soon, she will come, enforcing her twisted morality on all of us."

And mind, these are just the criticisms that are directly meant to go towards specifically Woobiegard (and not even all of them either); this doesn't address the criticisms that get thrown at other characters that Woobiegard is equally if not more guilty of doing. And Cap'n registers all of these rightful criticisms that he himself is throwing at Woobiegard about as well as a blind man reads a holographic map; he doesn't. Not even a little bit.

Woobiegard never grows ever, at any point, even slightly, because her doing so would imply that there was ever a point in which she was wrong, which the fic is deathly allergic to ever actually showing off. So instead it just says that she totally did grow from having a heart of ice to being a gumdrop sugarcake snoogum-woogum uwu flower, and these criticisms just. Sit here. Accurate and scathing, with nothing ever proving them wrong.

Woobiegard is called depraved and violent by Dimitri, and then she goes on to brutally kill Judith a few chapters later. People constantly point out to her that she's killing everyone who doesn't agree with her, and she goes on to kill everyone who doesn't agree with her, with the only ones allowed to live being those who admit that she was right and they were wrong (Claude, Seteth). People accuse her of manipulating her friends into thinking that all of the horrible things she's having them do will be worth it, and she goes on to tell her friends that all of the horrible things she is having her them do will totally be worth it.

At this point it's almost like it's not so much that Cap'n is disregarding the criticisms other characters make against Woobiegard so much as it is him deliberately writing it so that Woobiegard's sole goal in life is to prove everyone's negative words about her completely right. But also apply it to, like. Everything in the fic too

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 20 Day 1 - All of them

Hi! I'm finally writing for during the Games! There's a lot I need to write, so I probably won't write much in between writing the collaborations! Sorry if it seems jagged. Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses (thanks for Silver!), @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet!

Ares

The Bloodbath was loud and surprisingly not that bloody. I helped Asher join with Triel, and Chess’s mentor had come in with her, so he had helped her join us as well. I was the best bet to go look for tributes, so that was what I did, flying around to try and find anyone. Primary still seemed to be tired, so hopefully I would be good for a while longer.

And luckily for me, Silver was alone! They had a weapon and were looking around. They were ready to fight, and I didn’t want to scare them right away. So, I did the reasonable thing and flew down away from the clearing and walked in still as the phoenix. I chirped all cutely and everything.

Their eyes landed on me immediately, and they only relaxed a bit, holding out a hand to me. I walked over and stared at their hand before pecking at it in a friendly way. They smiled a little and glanced around before saying quietly, “Not a bird, least not normal.” They tapped their ear.

Well, that lasted long. I squawked and transformed back human. I held up my hands to show I didn’t have any weapons, and I remembered that they liked signing, so I signed at them. “Sorry, did not want to scare you. I am with Triel.”

They relaxed even more and signed back. “For the plan? You’re moving fast for that. Good. We’ll need to scope out a base where everyone can meet, but they’re likely going to get suspicious if the living ones keep disappearing off the camera for that.” They frowned.

“Triel has found a place. I can take you!” I smiled. I could help!

“Already? Off camera?” They raised an eyebrow.

“We are still working on getting rid of the cameras, but we have two Synthetics who can hack them really easily, so it has not been too much trouble.”

“You’ll still need someone to guard it who they won’t look for.” They blew out a breath, looking down and biting their lip. “Okay, if she can get a message out to people, I’ll do it. You’re going to need to kill me though.”

They meant make it so the Capitol thought they were dead. I nodded. “She can. And you good with me just cutting your tracker out instead?”

They hesitated. “They will need a show or they might look for a body and—” They froze and shook themself out. “Stab me in front of the cameras, I’ll fall into the water. That way they’ll think the tracker and my body got separated and won’t think too much on it, if they look for a body. It’ll be a good test to see if they do. Don’t worry.” They smiled. “I’ll heal before it actually matters, so you can make it look good.”

I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but this was worth it. “My magic cuts through anything, it would go straight through your arm. Do you happen to have a knife?” Like a smart person, I had forgotten to bring a knife.

They handed me the weapon they had. “Sorry I’m asking this of you.” They did look apologetic. “I promise, I’ll be fine, I’ve been through worse and you can’t even tell.”

I took another deep breath and took it. “How about we get somewhere more open for the cameras to see?”

They squeezed my hand and nodded, running out towards the cornucopia along the river. The cameras would surely notice me “killing” them now. I tapped them as a warning before I grabbed them and spun them around, snarling and stabbing into their arm. I felt the tracker break beneath the blade, so I whipped the knife out of their arm, shoving them into the water and walking away. Far enough away as the cannon went off. I sent my magic to destroy the cameras around us before I walked back.

Silver surfaced when I approached, and they pulled the tracker out. Their wound was already healing. They hadn’t been lying. They looked a little shaky, but they smiled as they signed. “Thanks. People think they know who I was and threatened my family over it, but still, I know that wasn’t the easiest thing to do for me.”

I nodded and smiled weakly back. It just reminded me of when I had killed innocent people. “Glad I could help.”

They sighed, looking down, but they perked up with an excited puff of air and grabbed a plant. “Here, smell this, it helps with calming down. Eating it works too, but it’s more useful cooked or in a tea.”

I did as they said, and it did make me feel calmer. I looked up at them though. They had mentioned cooking. “Can you cook? I love cooking!”

“A little, not any of the fancy dishes from the Capitol, but I know a lot about plants and what they’re good for, which helps.”

I smiled. “Me too! Maybe we could cook together! I only know about plants in cooking. Do you know about other plants?”

“Yes, I think I lived around the plants more than people. Can point out the medicinal ones and which should be avoided at all costs, which is a lot of the stuff I’ve already seen here. There’s some I’ve never seen, but that’s likely from their experiments and—” They stopped themself, stiffening and looking up with wide eyes. “We should move, I think that’s one of their ships.”

“Shit.” I hadn’t even noticed. “Can I fly you to camp?”

They nodded, so I transformed into my phoenix form, and grabbed their shoulders in my feet and flew them off to Triel’s camp. It was in the forest, in an area Shine had already identified as having mutts, but Chess and I could keep the camp safe when they showed up. I chirped happily as I flew. I was able to find someone!

Triel

The camp was going well. I had hacked a few cameras to watch for any traps or people who shouldn’t be there. And Ives and Beau had hacked the other cameras to get rid of them. And Shine was going to teleport in and given us supplies, and my awesome hat and coat, so this was going great!

And now Ares was flying Silver in, so they were safe! I walked over and waved. Silver thanked Ares and looked over at me, signing. “I’m dead, so I can stay here as a guard while everyone else works to throw them off and whatever else we need. Least I can do. But I’ll need to get a message out to let my family know the truth if you can.”

I nodded and signed back. “One of my people on the outside will be coming to bring supplies, so I’ll tell them the message then. I am glad you are okay.”

“Glad you are too.” They smiled. “Also, I warned her,” they motioned at Ares, “but some of the plants here are gonna be highly toxic and other might make people act weird, and some are definitely not natural, so who knows what those will do.”

I nodded. “Fortunately, the supplies do include safe food from outside the arena.”

They blew out a slow breath and smiled more. “Wow, you really got this all figured out. Thanks for including me.”

I nodded again and smiled. “I am glad you believed me. It might take a while, but we will be escaping.”

“And I’ll help anyway you want.” They turned back to Ares. “And thanks again, really.”

I nodded. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

Ares smiled, also signing. Huh. I had no idea that she knew how to sign. “Would love to cook with you sometime.”

Silver nodded and looked back at me. “I do need a small favor though, if it’s not too much to ask. Before the arena, some people threatened me and my friends, and we,” they motioned to Ares, “had to fake my death rather obviously. Can you get a message out to two people in my district that I’m alive?”

I nodded. “Just let me know what message you want to send.”

Chess came back to the camp with Ives, with him helping her walk. They had scouted the area to check for other camps or cameras. Chess looked over and beamed when she saw Silver. She ran up as quickly as she could with a broken leg. (I was gonna kill Ashont for this.) “Silver! You’re okay!”

They smiled and waved and started to sign, but then said out loud instead, “You too!” They then turned back to me, nodding and signing. “If they don’t believe you saying I’m alive, tell them Calla still needs to work on her stance, and Oren needs to find a better hiding spot than under the roof-tile.”

I nodded and walked off to write down the message to give to Shine. There were plenty of things I still needed to work on.

Chess

Before the Games started, Ives already made a sling for me out of a part of the outfit he had been forced to wear. He had told me that it was a replica of the outfit from the arena from his Hunger Games. I asked if we could switch outfits, but that just made him laugh.

He carried me throughout the beginning, and we got with Triel easily with Beau and Garnet, and we got to camp. I let Triel, Beau, and Ives talk about all the tech stuff, but when I heard that Ives was going to scout, I went with him. And we got to talk about some things, and the Capitol sent a parachute for Ives where they gave him a trident that he wouldn’t talk about.

I got distracted by seeing Silver when we got back, and I ran up to them as best I could. “Silver! You’re okay!”

They turned to me with a smile and started to sign but then spoke. “You too!” Before signing something else to Triel.

I gestured for them both to follow me. And I hadn’t learned tons of sign, so I had to speak. “There’s some food I gathered if you need some! Ives made sure I got safe berries.”

The nodded and followed. “Good. You’re not…in pain are you?”

I shrugged. My arm and leg hurt badly, but I could deal with it. “It’s not bad. I can walk well enough, and I have magic!”

They cocked their head and raised their eyebrow, and I smiled and summoned my blue fire dragon wings. “I have good magic now!”

They blinked, taking a step back with wide eyes and a huff, mouthing wow. “Doesn’t hurt anymore?”

I shook my head. “I got help! Maybe I can talk to them about helping you too?”

They shrugged, looking down at their arms, and I could have sworn I saw scales on their arms. “Don’t know if I can be helped. But glad for you.” They smiled widely, looking at the dragon wings. “Those are cool. Li…li…” They shook their head, swallowing.

I got rid of the wings and walked up to them, feeling a little sick. I needed to get better. “I’ll learn more sign. I promise. I’m sorry.”

“It’s o…o…alright.” I still felt bad, but I nodded and brought them to the food so they could eat. I could help in some way!

[hobbitsetal]

I saw your post on the entertainment debate floating around, and read the tags, so I was wondering if you did end up writing a post on storytelling and God?

Not a separate post as such, but I had a few under my "art faith and media" tag that probably qualify!

But for you, dear anon, let me go off just a bit because I'm procrastinating editing and this is a worthy writing project.

What has storytelling to do with God, first and foremost? I would argue He is the original Storyteller, that the Bible is the story of humanity's quest to understand and follow this Great Being Who reveals Himself to us in many ways and through various means.

Jesus taught through parables, in the tradition of various Jewish rabbis, as a Jewish rabbi Himself. God affirmed and continued the human yen for storytelling while He walked this earth with us. I find that eminently lovely.

The first followers of Christ were charged to go and spread the news of what God had done--charged to become storytellers and forth-tellers. Storytelling itself was changed by the presence of God. I've seen a post on Tumblr talking about the old story form of a man who loses his lover to death. The Greek myths end with him losing her forever. The stories post-Jesus end with him recovering her. Take that one with a grain of salt--I am no scholar and I can't find the post again--but it's a beautiful thought.

So, do we now go on to tell you to write stories with good Christian morals?

Absolutely not. If you set out to write a moral, you'll probably bore everybody. Write a good story and your own values will filter into it. Art is terrifyingly revelatory. I've laughed with my husband before over how various life changes and events and struggles seep into my characters and storytelling, whether I want them to or not.

And that brings me to what one might consider the heart of storytelling: knowledge and understanding. Those who read more widely are, apparently, more empathetic. Reading puts us in the shoes of others, in other situations and other worlds. Reading humanizes other people to us, and that is a valuable weapon against selfishness.

Storytelling gives us a safe way to work through questions and struggles. Some scholars apparently believe that the books of Job and Jonah don't describe historical events, but are records of the ancients Jews grappling with the problem of pain and with the idea of a God Who is willing to embrace even our worst enemies.

Storytelling gives us a medium to examine our world in a way that removes it from us just a bit, just enough to study issues with a little more breathing room. What makes a god? What is worth fighting for or dying for? How does one determine right and wrong when everything seems uncertain and you don't know who's lying?

What does hope look like in the face of great darkness? Read The Lord of the Rings. What might God's love look like in another world, in another place? Read C.S. Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia, or his Space Trilogy. Is morality contingent on gods? What is the responsibility of those in power to defend against oppression, racism, abuse of power? Read Terry Pratchett's Discworld.

You don't need to agree with everything you read. I adore Pratchett, but he was an atheist and it shows in his writings, and I am very much a theist to my core. Nonetheless, he makes important observations about human nature and right and wrong.

If you read through a Christian lens--that is, through the mindset that there is a God, that He cares about us, and that objective right and wrong exist--everything you read has the potential to teach you important things.

Why am I talking so much about reading? Because I'm a writer, and reading is what I think of first. Movies, tv shows, podcasts, oral stories--all qualify equally as storytelling. I think art--paintings or web comics or whatever else you would like to name--can be storytelling. They all have the potential to move someone emotionally, to point them to insights about humanity, to provoke the imagination.

Storytelling, then, is a way to understand ourselves and the world around us better, both as it is and as it relates to God. Storytelling is a reflection of the Great Creator, the original Storyteller, the One Who knows us most intimately and perfectly...the One Who created us for joy.

Embrace imagination, my friend. It is created by God.

[fictionadventurer]

SHAPESHIFTER GOOSE GIRL. MA'AM PLEASE TELL!

Lol, I guess I need to have more intriguing titles for my WIP files because everyone wants to know about Shapeshifter Goose Girl. (@awesomebutunpractical and @allisonreader this one's for you guys, too).

This is, as the title suggests, a retelling of "The Goose Girl" involving shapeshifters. It came to me sometime last January and received a rough outline and a couple of trial scenes before it ran into complications.

It's set in a kingdom where people with supernatural gifts (who are largely from a nation that was conquered in a war) are enslaved and forced only to use their (now limited) powers to serve the ruling class. Our main character (I named her Isa) is a handmaid to the princess, and is forced to use her shapeshifting skills to beautify her mistress. The only person who treats her like a human being is the visiting prince from a faraway nation, and after one kind encounter with him, she idolizes him to a ridiculous degree. When Isa later learns that the princess is going to enter a marriage alliance with this prince and she herself is going to be sent along as a handmaid, she's horrified, and starts making plans.

The princess carries a few drops of her mother's blood as a safeguard that keeps Isa's powers from shifting her much beyond the narrow constraints of her genetics. As they travel to the prince's country, the princess drops the blood, and Isa makes her move. She escapes the restraints on her powers, takes on the princess' form, and (via extremely painful vengeance) shifts the princess into the form of a disfigured servant. She threatens to kill the princess (which would be very easy for a shapeshifter to do) if she breathes a word of the truth, then they travel to the palace, where Isa takes her place as the prince's betrothed, and the princess is given the most menial possible job as a tender of geese.

Working as a goose girl makes the princess undergo some intense character development, as she realizes that menials are people, too, and she's been treating them horribly. And then she develops wind-controlling powers, which horrifies her, because it would be grounds for enslavement in her nation, and that gives her an entirely new perspective on how her people have treated Isa's people.

Eventually, the prince finds out the truth, and as per the fairy tale, he confronts Isa in public by posing it as a riddle. He asks what punishment should be given to someone who steals a woman from her rightful place and forces her into servitude. Isa thinks he's talking about she was treated by the princess' people, and she calls for the harshest possible punishment. Then the prince reveals he's talking about Isa's crimes against the princess, and it just hits her like a ton of bricks to realize that she's no better than the princess she's fighting against.

I was thinking that the princess would be merciful, since she realizes the relations between her and Isa's people have been one long cycle of revenge, and it has to stop somewhere. (Plus, she now understands that Isa had really good reasons for hating her.) And there's a general happy ending and the promise that there'll be further reforms in the future.

I tried writing a couple of scenes, but they're not great, so I'm not sharing any excerpts. I abandoned it when I realized that having actual slavery being involved (even in a classical-style set-up) could be very, very dicey. I played around with alternate ways to frame the relationship/worldbuilding, but in the end, I wound up getting distracted by more straightforward, worldbuilding-lite fairy tale retellings instead and didn't have to worry about solving this one. But judging by the interest in the concept, the basic idea may be worth reconsidering at some point.

[limeinaltime]

AU idea: Basically, R's a good friend to X. She's still the same sadistic bitch, the only difference is that she's nice to X and only X. Like, she respects her opinion, stops when X tells her to stop, and when X gets angry with her, she does everything she can to make it up to her. Is this unrealistic? Yes. Is this something that would never happen? Absolutely. Do I give a shit? No. Absolutely not. I'm making R and X's friendship healthy AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!

JCJ's shitty programming, manipulation and abuse towards robots is the real villain of X/R/hj

Honestly, the reason I drifted away from X/R in the first place was because they just reminded me of pre-season 5 Catradora, but without the lingering chemistry that made Catradora eventually work (Catra was a huge inspiration for R’s character). If R was nice to X and X only, X would still feel uncomfortable with how she treats everyone else, and that would create the divide that leads to them falling out as friends, and R becoming joining the antagonist cast of the two AUs she exists in. She does eventually come around, but so much damage has been done to her and X's relationship that the two need time apart to recover (mostly R, since X has had time to develop and knows they don't work as friends... yet).

Honestly, I do kind of want to do an analysis of R and why she's such a harsh, cold bitch, so I'm just going to use this ask as an excuse to do that. You can throw some of it into your AU if you want, but I feel like I haven't thrown enough of R's character out there for people to make a solid conclusion about who she is as a person. She is a fucked-up person who’s done terrible things to the people around her, but I don’t want to write her as some one-dimensional monster.

R is just as traumatized as the other drones, even if she doesn't show it as much. The company built her to be a "copy" to X in terms of power and strength, but no matter what the company did to upgrade her, she could never reach the standard X set just by existing. She was considered JC Jensen's cool new toy while X was more like the monster they kept in their basement (this wasn't entirely an exaggeration), but thanks to highly advanced artificial intelligence, R knew that she was only "good enough". Second best to that tall, quiet freak the company kept around instead of just tossing into the scrap heap. She is aware of M.O.M and the circumstances behind X's conception, and isn't above using that to make herself feel above her self-proclaimed "rival". X not fighting back is just fuel for the fire. On one hand, that just encourages young R to hit harder, to assert her dominance, but on the other hand, it pisses her off that X doesn't seem to consider R someone worth fighting. That creates the fucked-up cycle that is their relationship.

Aside from X and S, R was friends and honestly kind of popular among the other regular IDs, who though she was really cool due to her being an artificial copy of what could qualify as a robot god. Several of them got roped into the bullying X put up with growing up, and R isolated her further from the others to hold onto that popularity she had. She lost all of them when the Internecion Drones were wiped out, and puts a lot of blame on X for not being able to stop them from dying (she doesn't know that all the IDs went berserk due to overheating and cannibalized each other). Her dislike towards the DDs is mostly due to the fact that despite having the names of R's old classmates, they can never replace the friends she lost, and in R's eyes, can never live up to the standards their namesakes set. If anything, they remind her too much of X, too passive, too weak, too human. This manifests as her rough and cruel treatment of them, in some buried, skewed hope that she can beat that out of them and make them into drone who will survive. The reason R holds onto X so much is because she's the closest thing to her old life that's left. Q is basically a glorified drug dealer and S has always been useless and terrible at being a war/murder machine anyway, so all that's left is the freak she bullied regularly as a kid. Fun.

X's empathy and passive nature (as well as her lack of communication about how she feels) pisses R off since she thinks that's the reason all her old friends died, and that she's only spread it to the runts who have to carry a legacy behind their serial designations that they don't even know about. She sees this mission against the Worker Drones as a means to make up for the agency and power JCJ stole from her and her old friends, and she takes it out on X when X starts to question the true nature of their mission before eventually driving X away. This toxic behavior also spreads to how she treats Q and S, who both end up leaving her. After a lot of violence, killing, fighting and shouting and character growth, X finally reaches a point in her own development where she can healthily express herself. She knows that R has been hurt and traumatized in different ways then what she’s went through, but that gives her no right to take her pain out on others, especially on her students. Trauma shouldn’t be used as an excuse to inflict that upon someone else. It’s a twisted, ugly cycle, and in the end, R is the last chain holding everyone to it.

R isn’t an irredeemable monster, even if the company wanted her to be one, so she’s smart enough to realize that she’s done a lot of damage to the people around her, so she leaves. in HPE, she’s joined by 12 and 10, and while 10 isn’t exactly apologetic about her shitty behavior, 12 is remorseful, and she and R talk and learn to let go of their fear and pride, which opens the door to more introspection and growth. Is R a grouchy bitch, even after the introspection and time away from the people she’s hurt? Yes, but she’s more like a crotchety old grandma who lets kids sit on her porch, and becomes like a slight parallel to X as 12 and 10 have two daughters, 2 and Ashe. R is eventually able to apologize and express remorse for her actions, and while she is met with mixed responses, X forgives her and the two are able to understand each other’s own trauma and suffering under the company’s hand, and while they don’t ever really become friends, they are no longer enemies, and R is able to let herself become the better person the company denied her from becoming.

TL;DR All these robots need therapy and to put a billionaire company six feet under.