#second chance bail bonds

[crime-wives]

ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

[fionajames]

Hey!!! How’s the concussion? Hope it’s almost healed. How are you since the last time I’ve asked?

Requesting time: may I pretty please with a cherry on top have a story about an AU where the wars over and all our fav clones have been recognized as citizens and all have their dream jobs (what do you think they would be) please?

If that’s too hard, may I substitute it with a little story about Xi (I believe that’s his name?) the clone who got sick from one of my other requests and has a little crush on General Skywalker?

Thank you so much, hope you’re well, have a great day! -Sha 🫡

HI SHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

I MIGHT DO UR SECOND IDEA LATER, BUT RN IM DEAD

ok so guys, originally i was also gonna do headcanons for all my clone ocs and i wrote a few but gave up cause its been hours.

also, yes, normal dogs and cats and their various breeds exist in this.

have some headcanons:

(writing below the cut)

Overall

The Clones get like, idk imma just say money but basically they get a bunch of money to make up for not getting paid but especially to make sure they’re not gonna end up homeless.

Most Clones live in groups as it feels unnatural for them not too.  (i feel like im doing a david attenborough documentary rn, read: ‘most clones live in groups’ in david’s voice, go check him out if you dunno him)

The Clones are then all ‘employed’ by the GAR (they’re not rlly given a chance, as the senate wouldnt fully permit them to just become civvies, padme, chuchi and bail as well as some others managed to negotiate this, which was the best why could do). This means they can have other jobs and are only called upon if there is a problem that requires them. Sorta like how the Jedi were before that, but different.

Most Clones move to planet Nay-Mets (an anagram of amnesty, i think this is funny because the definition of amnesty is ‘an official pardon for people who have been convicted of political offences’ which is kinda what the anti-clone people would think about them, so its like the clones r saying ‘we dont care what you think’ and owning it) - which I have made up. Nay-Mets is a planet of earthy terrain, with lakes and rivers running through it. Its beautiful, and had a sparse and small population until the clones arrived. The clones are careful with what they do to the land and care for it dearly. The Non-Clone civvies are very welcoming and help the Clones build homes and other things. They moved into a town that had been uninhabited for a year or so for no real reason. Only a month after the end of the war, Nay-Mets is busy and buzzing, with Clones and Non-Clones.

Bail Organa has become Chancellor and is pushing everything for Clone rights. Between him, Chuchi and Padme - plus some other senators - they’ve gotten good and better rights for the Clones.

Anakin lives with Padme on Naboo. When the war ended, he ended up telling Obi-Wan about his marriage who happily informed him the Council was changing the code to allow such things. 

Anakin is off-world when Luke and Leia are born, but feels it through the Force. He rushes home (Obi-Wan orders him to, claiming he can finish the battle by himself) and cries upon meeting his children.

Obi-Wan visits Naboo before returning to Coruscant and immediately feels the tug towards Luke, who’s Force is a blanket of warmth and sunlight. Ahsoka comes as soon as Anakin comms her (which is pretty quickly, and rather excitedly) and upon meeting Leia, she can’t help but hear the raindrops and feel the moonlight she emits to her. Luke has a special bond with Obi-Wan, just as Leia has a bond with Ahsoka. 

Even though Palpatine is dead, the events of the other seasons take place, but slightly differently. The battles that do take place (no way im specifying, i dont have the patience for that) are run by Dooku. He’s keeping the war going, but without Palpatine, it’s hard. He’s captured by Anakin, then Grievous is killed by Obi-Wan. Dooku goes to jail.

Ahsoka still gets the message from Bo-Katan and frees Mandalore. She captures Maul who is taken to trial and he is the reason that the trial against Fox finally proved him not-guilty (well, guilty but fairly).

Order 66 never happens (no shit) and the Kaminoans are ordered to de-chip every single Clone. They are taken to jail immediately afterwards. Some Clones remain on Kamino to raise the youngers, and Shaak Ti ends up taking control of the whole place.

During this time period, after the Kaminoans were arrested, the Bad Batch stumble upon a certain blonde girl hiding in a lab. Hunter - seeing no reason not to - immediately ‘adopts’ her. 

Some cadets and baby Clones leave Kamino, but these are only ones who have an older Clone who has managed to snag legal custody over them. These guys aren’t very common, as they didn’t have much exposure to older Clones, but it’s not so bad.

Shaak Ti begins to make the Clones’ training intertwined with schooling, and also give them excursions off-planet. The young Clones no longer hate Kamino like so many of their elders did.

Alongside the de-chipping process, Clones are all given a vaccine that returns their ageing to normal, meaning they get to live normal, long lives.

Oh and Ahsoka is paid for helping Mandalore, so she’s no longer broke.

Rex

As soon as the war is over, Rex goes and visits Cut.

He isn’t really sure what to do at first, as he’s put his heart and soul into the GAR, and now he doesn’t have to.

He follows Ahsoka around like a lost puppy because she’s got more experience with civilian life, and frankly, he’s missed his sister. He does help Fives whilst he’s recovering from his trauma and as a result, it's Fives and Rex bunking at Ahsoka’s place for a bit (she pretends to be annoyed but she really isn’t).

Eventually she convinces him to take Fives and Jesse (who’s been crashing on her couch and making ramen at 3am for a few weeks) and go get a house. This is because the Clones are given… like, money, because they didn’t get paid during the war.

So Rex, Jesse and Fives get a place next door to the Bad Batch (including Echo and Omega) and end up knocking down the fence separating the two houses and building a hallway between them so it’s like one big, slightly separated house.

Rex slowly begins to relax as a civilian, but still is a bit too rigid. He’s the third person to meet Luke and Leia (aside from Anakin and Padme, ofc) - first being Obi-Wan and second Ahsoka. He’s utterly honoured but immediately uneasy, as he hasn’t had much exposure to children. 

But Luke, with his mighty force connection, sees Rex and is instantly puppy-eyed, and won’t stop crying until his uncle holds him. This boosts Rex’s confidence a lot, and he finds himself visiting a lot.

Rex wears mostly hoodies and baggy/cargo pants. The first time he put a hoodie on, he did that thing where you pull it over your knees and curl up. He didn’t move for hours. Ahsoka went out the next day and put him a ton, mostly blue ofc.

His favourite hoodie is the custom one Fives got for him (although he’ll never admit it aloud). It’s blue and white - the 501st’s colours, ofc - with his jaig eyes on the front. On the back is his CT number, but with a line through it and below, his name. Fives says he wants everyone to know that they’re not numbers, they’re people. Rex cried when he heard.

Rex doesn’t get a job at first, and instead helps Fives, Jesse and Echo out in their cafe when needed. Eventually, he turns his farming hobby (something he’d picked up to use his time) into profit and attends the farmers’ market to sell products.

Echo

Echo didn’t really know when the war ended, until the Bad Batch came and rescued him. 

Even after being sweetly reunited by Fives, he struggles mentally and physically, unused to being a cyborg. 

He finds himself staying with the Bad Batch the most, because of his newly found troubles. When it comes to house-arrangements, he has a talk with Fives, and they agree to live separately, but everyone knows you can often find them in the other’s house anyways.

He ends up running a cafe with Jesse and Fives that becomes popular very quickly. His favourite thing to have is a hot chocolate with a choc-chip cookie, which he often does whilst reading a book at the counter.

Speaking of books, Echo is finally exposed to books, like, fictional books. Although others were shocked, Echo prefers fiction over non-fiction, as he likes the made-up stuff. He wishes desperately he had it growing up and with that thought, he and Shaak Ti teamed up to get the cadets and baby Clones on Kamino books.

Echo cries when he gets his custom hoodie. It’s like the rest of the Bad Batch’s with the grey, black, red and white pattern and ofc his crossed out CT number and name on the back, but there’s also a blue hand print where it was on his armour. 

He wears his hoodie everywhere, much like Rex.

Other than his hoodie, Echo mostly wears baggy long-sleeved stuff in an attempt to cover his robotic screwdriver-thing hand. Anakin offered to get someone to remove it and replace it with a prosthetic hand like his own but Echo denied it. He's proud of it, but a little self-conscious.

Echo’s a lil more shy than he was before, but still his sarcastic goofy self. He buys a bike (bicycle) when he arrives on Nay Mets, and rides it everywhere. Its not uncommon to see him riding his bike through the hills at 6am.

Fives

Because of the whole ‘Tup’ incident, Fives’ mental health has deteriorated drastically. Rex is his biggest help, alongside Echo and as well as Jesse and Ahsoka.

Because of this, he goes with Rex when he moves into Ahsoka’s apartment temporarily. They basically get two mattresses and chuck them in an empty room, sleeping on the floor (on the mattresses tho) with blankets, but its so much comfier than their bunks.

Fives starts becoming his usual self a bit quicker than expected, especially when he arrives on Nay Mets.

He ofc runs the cafe with Jesse and Echo, and is the main drink maker. He makes the best milkshakes.

After a bit, Fives ends up assembling a group of Jedi and Clones to help him get hoodies for almost all the Clones. It takes a few months but with him learning to sew, dozens of others doing the same and various people across the galaxy being paid to make them, the hoodies are distributed everywhere.

He designs his last, and its pretty simple with the blue and white markings and his crossed out CT number and name.

Like most Clones, he prefers comfy and baggy clothes, wearing mostly hoodies and baggy pants. He develops a love for beanies.

Fives takes up electric guitar as his hobby, and thoroughly enjoys it. 

When he first meets Padme, she hugs him and comforts him without a second’s hesitation. He cracks immediately and cries. She spends the entire day calming him and comforting him, and she’s self-employed herself as his unpaid therapist.

He returns to Naboo to visit Padme regularly, and his General, ofc. 

To everyones’ delight, when Leia is toddlerish age and her rebellious side is evident, Fives becomes more like himself as he assists her in getting into trouble.

Anakin and Padme don’t mind having to clean off the noticeably washable marker from the walls when Fives starts laughing again. They’re grateful he’s getting better, and that he chooses to use materials easy to clean up.

Jesse

Jesse spends the first few weeks of his civvie life going absolutely nuts in trying to experience stuff. 

He quickly realises that he has no home and ends up crashing on Ahsoka’s couch. She pretends to get annoyed at him when he constantly gets up at unholy hours to make ramen but she frankly is glad he’s doing well.

He’s the one to organise a house for him, Rex and Fives on Nay Mets.

He ofc runs the cafe with Echo and Fives, and he’s the cooking expert. He’s well known in the town for his delicious foods and alongside Fives’ excellent drinks, its what gets the cafe popular quickly.

His hoodie is the same as Fives’, but with his number and name, ofc.

It’s only been six weeks since the War ended when Jesse arrives home with a sheepish grin and a box that moves. He giddily reveals a black and blue merle mudi dog (such a cute breed, go google it, you wont regret) that he names Tundra. Tundra is rather quiet for his breed (never had this breed but during researching, it says the bark a lot, sorry if thats not true) but filled with energy and affection. 

Jesse and Tundra are rarely separated. When Jesse has work, he brings Tundra. He either sleeps on the floor whilst watching or will go out to the fenced-in area through the dog door they installed in the cafe.

Jesse adapts rather quickly to civvie life and really enjoys it. 

Kix

Kix has pretty mixed-feelings post-war.

He loves being a civvie but can’t help but find himself up late at night, waiting to attend to a wound of sorts.

At first, Kix is really anxious and uncomfortable with being aware from the battlefield. Jesse tries to get through to him but ultimately fails, as Kix needs alone time.

Anakin sees his medic in distress and tells Padme. She immediately agrees to let Kix live with them on Naboo until he can regain his footing, no matter how long that takes. 

Kix spends his almost-three months on Naboo recollecting himself and then turns to Jesse, who immediately agrees to let him move in with him, Fives and Rex. 

Kix ends up taking a job at the hospital, and instantly finds himself better footing. Its much easier for him after he takes up the job.

His hoodie is the usual but with his red medic symbol on the shoulder. He wears it as much as possibly, and thanks Fives almost daily for the gift.

When they were de-chipping, after he got his removed, Kix worked tirelessly to remove the other Clones’ chips. He was thrown a ‘thank you’ party afterwards by all the Clones he helped. 

Cody

Cody’s immediate reaction is relief.

He’s just grateful the war is over.

The first few weeks he spends living with Obi-Wan (idc if you see this as a ship or platonic, basically the embodiment of the ‘and they were roommates vine’ tbh) as he doesn’t really have any where else to go.

Eventually, he moves to Nay Mets like many others, and takes Meerrt and Vick with him. They have a room for Obi-Wan which is used a lot more than expected, but they love having their Jedi over.

Cody’s hoodie is the usual, in yellow of course. 

He spends most of his first few months reading and experiencing life as a civilian (alongside making the best cinnamon scrolls you’ll ever taste) but eventually gets a job at a kindergarten, of all the places.

Unexpectedly, Cody works really well with kids, and it really shows. He becomes an idol to a lot of little kids on Nay Mets.

Upon meeting Luke and Leia, he takes up a job as unofficial babysitter when Padme and Anakin need a break. 

Cody wears mostly sweaters and cargo pants - like so many other Clones - and a golden bracelet with a sun charm attached. He doesn’t take it off.

He also starts learning violin, and really enjoys that too.

He’s one of the first to get de-chipped, and waits until his battalion have also been de-chipped to even leave Kamino. This is mostly because Obi-Wan got annoyed when he found out Cody wasn’t sleeping out of worry.

Wolffe

Wolffe’s immediate reaction was also relief, but in a sarcastic way. Like, ‘oh we’re finally done?!’ But deep down, he is super glad.

He stays with Plo and several others from his battalion before finding a place on Nay Mets with them. Plo lives more on Nay Mets than Coruscant, just like many other Jedi do too.

When he gets his hoodie - the usual but in grey with a small wolf symbol on the front - he breaks and grins, giving Fives a huge hug. But he then blackmails him into not telling anyone he did.

Wolffe wears his hoodie everywhere, rarely takes it off. He likes the ‘not a number’ statement that comes with it.

He also wears like thick, fluffy winter coats and cargo pants a lot, with the occasional bad-ass leather jacket.

He attempts to get a job somewhere, but can’t really find one that works, so he stays unemployed. 

After a little while, Wolffe adopts a grey, male tamaskan dog (also beautiful, check it out, they look like wolves) he names Fang. Everyone thinks its hysterical he got a dog that looks like wolf.

Wolffe and Fang are also inseparable.

Wolffe finds himself enjoying hiking and does it almost daily, with Fang joining him. He finds it peaceful and enjoyable.

Fox

Fox is ofc the one who basically ended the war, or at least he majorly turned the tables.

He’s so relieved when its finally over.

He’s one of the first Clones to move to Nay Mets, and ofc Dhole, Vector, Menace, Dice and Bloodshot tag along. They live in one great big house.

Almost immediately, Fox impulsively adopts a ginger tabby she-cat he names Pumpkin. She’s a beautiful, silly cat and Fox has zero regrets in getting her.

He lets her be a very free cat as he feels bad for being any other way.

His hoodie is red and white with the usual and a fox symbol on the front. He loves sweaters.

He wasn’t really looking for a job at first, and eventually decided to stay unemployed.

Fox picks up piano as a way to calm himself, and grows to become a great pianist. He practises practically all day with Pumpkin sitting on his lap.

He regularly goes for long walks and takes Pumpkin, cause she’s that kinda cat. 

Once there was an incident in town when a guy lost it and started shooting or smth and Fox just calmly tackled him (that's an oxymoron lol) and got someone to arrest him. He was really quiet afterwards.

When he got his chip removed, Fox became a lot more quiet for a little. This was because he could finally hear properly. When he had the chip, he always heard a little voice in his head, something he now knew was Palpatine.

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[kzele]

In your Mutual Bullying AU, what happened to the symbiote before it went to Eddie? Did it bond with Flash first? Or did it somehow make its way to Peter still?

This time I like to think that Peter was on the roof trying to photograph stuff for the Bugle/work the coms.

(He saw BC on the roof by chance while Flash was waiting outside the lab for him. Peter developed the habit of looking up more ever since his partner got wall-crawling as an ability. Even more so because Flash likes sneaking up on him for fun.)

The symbiote either prioritized escape first and went out the window towards Peter or latched onto Flash first, found him to be not the best in terms of prime emotional food, then later latched onto Peter. Second option is a possibility because a) Flash doesn't have the stresses the Parker household has (ie money), b) Peter's friends are putting a bunch of stress on him between Harry's drugs issues and Eddie/Gwen unfounded feelings that Peter abandoned them for a more popular friend, c) Flash is actively putting his past behavior behind himself now or at least thinking a lot more about his thoughts/words (almost catches on to the manipulation at a couple points so the symbiote bails because the emotions aren't deep enough make it worth being more forceful).

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the asshole for brainwashing my teammates to save the galaxy?

Okay... I don't even know where to start. The galaxy is on its knees. Everything is coming apart. We've just been through two galaxy wide annihilations in rapid succession and I was on the front line trying to stop both. We didn't even have time to recover from the first one before the second one started and... I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired.

We were unprepared both times and had improvise. We barely made it through and, even after that, we're still not prepared! We need to be ready for the next one. We need to be able to stop it before it even happens.

I don't think the galaxy can take another hit like the last two.

Someone had to step up and start trying to put things right. So I came up with a plan. I'd lead team ready to go into action the instant anything happens. A proactive force, ready to prevent things from escalating as much as they did before. The problem is... How can I get this team?

I fought alongside some incredible people in the wars, but... They were even more messed up than the galaxy itself. They all had huge baggages (and, believe me, I know a lot about baggage) and they were the most mismatched group you could possibly think of. Seriously, they ranged from talented assassins and a newly reborn spaces messiah to a walking tree and a talking raccoon. How could they possibly work as team? Hell, would they even accept joining? My best friend, the man who I was the right hand to during the war, bailed before I even finished saying my idea even though he loved it (it's okay, he has bigger issues), so my chances weren't looking good.

I needed some good people and these were the best. But everything was too messy, I didn't have time to waste, I didn't have time to ask nicely. So... I asked a friend of mine for a little ice-breaker. She is a telepath and she... Well, she helped make them more willing to join the team. It sucks. I know that. But the galaxy needed guardians. I figured once we were bonded, it wouldn't matter how we came together. We'd be a team.

And fuck, we even found evidence that I was right and the galaxy literally couldn't take another war. The fabric of reality itself was collapsing and we focused on repairing that. We were good.

But now they've found out about everything when we were only getting started. The team has disbanded and I'm alone again. I understand why they're mad, I really do, but something needed to be done. It was for the good of everyone else.

So. Am I the asshole? I think I am, but honestly, I'd do it all over again.

[kevingotabigasschin]

I love how during the final act in the final episode of Season 5 of Jackie Chan Adventures, out of all of the enforcers, Hak Foo was the only one who actually stepped up to the plate and helped the J - Team fight off Drago’s forces. 

The dude you’d least expect to want to help the Chans in the final fight, but I guess since the guy had lost everything there was only one thing to gain, friendship? 

He clearly didn’t bond well with the enforcers, only seeing them as mere acquaintances, didn’t really see Valmont as a friend either more as a money source since just being evil didn’t exactly pay the bills, working for a (failing) millionaire would though. 

In fact, I think that was the very reason Hak left Valmont the first time to begin with since he wasn’t able to pay Hak the money he needed for his services. 

The only reason he was loyal to Daolon Wong was because of the power he gave to Hak, giving the chance to be a dark Chi warrior could offer immense power, whether Hak wanted to be turned into one or not, when he did he realized the possibilities he was given and used them to his advantage. Daolon even saw that Hak was more competent than the other enforcers, so there was no need to prove himself to him.

You could tell after he lost his powers that he was willing to bail on Wong any chance had he not been thrown in prison with Wong, even stating that he’d beat the crap out of Wong if he didn’t get them out of prison, this shows that he didn’t really care for Wong to begin with or the fact that he was a powerful wizard that could probably wipe Hak from existence if he wanted to, once he realized Wong was useless to him he wanted to bail. 

Now Tarakudo is different, Tarakudo was obviously the one that treated the enforcers with the most respect but he had favoritism for Hak Foo, this was the season where Hak went almost insane trying to get an oni mask, Tarakudo realizing that Hak was gifted he acted as sort of a mentor to him and was the one who saw potential in gifting him a mask of what wonders Hak could do for him. 

Due to this, Hak was loyal to Tarakudo, Tarakudo not only offering wisdom but a powerful mask and an army as well, who wouldn’t want to learn from one of the most feared lords ever? 

Even though it took Hak a long time to get an actual oni mask and when it was one he didn’t see any potential in, Tarakudo told Hak their secret. 

Of course all good things must come to an end, after losing his mask, Hak Foo gets arrested along with the other enforcers, maybe in that time he finally realized this grudge against the Chans was stupid to begin with and decided being a criminal just wasn’t worth it, but fighting for something good was especially since the world was in peril.

And the fact that even though the enforcers were more familiar with the Chans and even went to their side a few times before Season 5, they bailed while Hak Foo, one who never worked with the Chans before was the only one to come to their aid. 

Jackie must’ve seen this redemption if he was willing to trust Hak with holding Jade when a literal portal to Hell opened up and was sucking in everything in it’s path. 

Well I mean if Jackie was willing to trust Tohru after Tohru literally tried to cut Jade open to retrieve the Rooster Talisman then maybe Hak’s able to get a second chance as well. 

I like to think that Hak became an honorary member of the J - Team after that, mending his relationship with Tohru, possibly becoming close to Jade as well and also a prodigy of Uncle, Hak is definitely gifted so it wouldn’t be impossible for Uncle to see potential in him, or maybe he joined Section 13, he’s definitely qualified to work there but who knows. 

[caffine-addict-living-in-gotham]

A crime (aka christel being very dumb)

Christel took a breath as she walked towards the jewelry store. She was not gonna use the equipment.. Because she didn't want to injure herself. She just hoped a guard catches her quickly.

But as she proceeded with the crime. It was going smoothly. Too smoothly. She cursed herself and gothams very bad security.

“Oh no you don’t” A voice said throwing combat stick at her hands, causing her to immediately drop the diamonded necklace

Christel blinked.

Oh fuck. Instead of a security guard catching her--- Christel turned around to see NIGHTWING.

Ohh crap.

"Woooo, you caught me" Christel said sarcastically "go ahead take me" She was years younger then him, and smaller so she didn't stand a fighting chance.

Nightwing didnt seem fooled by her sarcasm

he crosses his arms in front of him with a serious look on his face, she could see a playful smirk appear on his face.

“What’s a high-class lady like yourself doing breaking into a jewelry store?”

"Would you take, I was bored as an answer? " Christel tilted her head, acting innocent.

He chuckled “And the real reason?”

"Oh come onnn" Christel whinned. "Just arrest me, do you chit chat with every person? I was caught red handed wasn't I?" Christel said. Though even if nightwing arrests her, it would be very easy for Christel's family to just bail her out and buy her innocence.

Plus, the media would believe them, why would a girl from a rich family steal??

He took a second to think

“You did get caught red-handed” He paused for a moment “But I’m curious, why did you steal it, someone like yourself who obviously doesnt need to. It can’t be for money and being bored is not a good answer ” He seemed like he legitimately was trying to figure out the reason why she stole it

Christel looked embarrassed, whatever the reason was must be a embarrassing.

"Reasons don't matter, come onnn" She asked again. Nightwing then realized the equipment that christel was using was Catwoman's.

He raised an eyebrow

“You know a certain feline thief I’m assuming?”

Christel blinked glancing down at her grabbing hook. "Oh yeah... She is a friend of mine, she let me borrow these" Christel answered truthfully. "She is my street mom, not biological but in bond" Christel explained light heartedly.

“So you, daughter of a wealthy family know Catwoman??” He can’t help but let out a small chuckle. And people were calling him weird for knowing her as Dick Grayson.

"Hey, it stops her from robbing our house and she is a cool Mom" Christel shrugged.

He couldn’t help but respect how casual she was about knowing a criminal

“So you know her enough for her to let you borrow her equipment then, you didn’t actually steal from her to use it did you?” He asked, a more serious look appearing on his face. The last thing he needs is catwomen wannabe's Or catwomen's having a Robin themed army of her own-

"I might have lied to her, saying I was just gonna use it to click photos... She doesn't know about this robbery attempt.." Christel explained slowly.

“So it was just to do something” He asks “but what were you going to do with the necklace?” He raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing I would have returned it back in a few days anyway. It is worthless to me, if I am being honest" Christel said before she started critiquing all the jewelry in the store one by one. She continue criticizing the jewelries for hot 2 minutes straight then saying.

"Also, this store is known for cheap ass diamonds and fraud. Look into it. Anyways what was I talking about??"

He sighed, not knowing weather to trust her or not.

“You were talking about how all the jewelry was worthless and how the store was known for cheap ass diamonds and fraud, how did you know that by the way?” he asked entertaining her.

"I am a billionaire's daughter, I know a cheap diamond when I see a cheap diamond" Christel explained.

Thats a fair argument , she most likely would have access to the information about where the jewelry came from, as well as how its made

“Fair enough” He paused for a moment “Well...I’m not going to bring you in for this or let Catwoman know that you stole her equipment.”

"God dammit! No to the first part, yes to the second part!" Christel argued.

He can’t help but smirk “So that’s a no to the jail thing and a yes to me letting Catwoman know you stole her equipment?”

"No! That's me going to jail and having the criminal record and you NOT telling catwomen about why I took the equipment! "

“So you want to go to jail?” he asked

Christel groaned. "Fine fine I will tell you my sad anime backstory!"

“Oh? And what exactly is this ‘sad anime backstory’?” he asked making air quotes.

"Wow a charmer aren't you?" Christel sighed rolling her eyes. "I am done with the media calling me the golden child. It is making my siblings grow bitter against me" Christel confessed

His smirk disappears, ah yes family problems. Of course.

"Yeah, I mean we all have the normal sibling bond. But Harold is known for his countless love affairs, Derek has a small juvenile criminal record because he used to beat people to near death and Marbella is known for her teenage dirtbag phase where she used to do drugs.." Christel explained. "Me and my other sister stella were the normal once but like a few months ago. She got super drunk, broke into her teachers house and threatened him because he gave her a B-"

Christel sighed " since then the media has collectively dubbed me the "Golden child" Or "the nice one" "

Nightwing seemed genuinely sad for her, especially since she genuinely just wants to not be known as the ‘golden child’ and keep the family together...

"We all are nice kids. They are just going through their difficulty separate ways. I just happen to not have a public meltdown like them" Christel chuckled dryly. "So instead of doing something drastic. I decided to maybe steal something kinda like Catwoman and Publically be outed so I can have a small criminal record and NOT be the golden child"

He sighs, he understands the burden of not wanting to be the ‘Golden Child’ and he understands the pressure of not wanting to be the ‘nice batkid’ all the time when there are family issues going on. He put a hand on her shoulder.

“I suppose it’s better than getting into hard drugs or almost killing your teacher” He says thinking of the scenarios she told him.

"Yeah my family is a bit dysfunctional but they are nice people" Christel explained "god this was stupid of me- sorry Nightwing. I took a decision without thinking how stupid the plan was"

“Trust me , It’s fine don’t worry about it. I know what it’s like to have certain expectations put on you” He says, referencing to him being used to people seeing him as the Robin that can do no wrong.

"Ah. I keep on forgetting you were the first Robin" Christel said softly. "I presume you are the "Best one" To the others?"

Nightwing chuckled "yeah a common misconception in my family. If anyone was the best Robin it was probably either red hood or red Robin" He said. "They displayed what Robin is supposed to be, the most. I just made the mantle"

Christel hummed back. Before they fell into silence. ".. Mind walking me home? Considering you aren't gonna take me to jail"

"Sure kiddo, just don't try this again. Otherwise I will take you to jail"

"Gotcha"

[buddiebuckley-diaz]

So here’s the list of my fav 911 quotes. I have it divided into seasons but sometimes the seasons blur together after watching them 100 times like I have so some quotes might be in the wrong season, if you notice this let me know!! Also if you have any other amazing quotes from the show PLEASE reply/reblog with them, I always love seeing great quotes from the show! (I also ah e not added any from the last couple episodes yet)

Season 1

When we take the uniform off at the end of the day, it symbolizes letting go of all the sad, crazy, inhumane things we've seen that day. -Athena

You never go beyond the glass doors. -Buck

He broke up with me, and he did not have my permission. -Abby

Sometimes the right kind of no is better than the wrong kind of yes. -Abby

I get to be the tough guy, but I also get to help people. -Buck

My family is everything to me. And there ain't no trouble from the inside, or evil from the outside that's going to tear it apart. -Athena

No one is good when it's personal. -Buck

Karma is a wild animal... And she won't be caged! -Hen

Season 2

Okay. You. You're my problem. - Buck

You can have my back any day. -Eddie

You wanted us to bond, we might end up real close. -Buck

We all feel pressure, but it's how we respond that matters. Pressure doesn't have to break us down. It can show us who we really are. -Maddie

The point is you can't trust people, only yourself. -Josh

My father's from Mexico. My mother's Swedish. I can help you out with the Swedish half but no one told me which half that is. -Eddie

Yeah but it's hard to know though right? If you're hanging on too long or giving up too soon. -Buck

We’re not the story. We’re just here to make sure no story ends before it should. -Buck

So maybe the greatest love stories aren't the ones that end in tragedies. Maybe they're the ones that start with a second chance. -Maddie

Standing in between you and anyone who thinks they can hurt you is exactly where I want to be standing. -Buck

Here's how you make it to the end of the day. You don't worry about the things that you can't do anything about. -Bobby

You want to be a hero, be the one who lives to tell the tale. -Athena

I'm real. You're real. We can be real together. -Athena

You don't find it, son. You make it. -Old Guy

Our parent's approval is something that we all crave. We just can't let it stop us from doing the right thing. -Athena

Don't be afraid to run. Be afraid to stay. -Officer

Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. -Chimney

Yeah, but this time he only got stabbed. -Hen

You want to be punished? Your punishment is that you lived. Now make it worth a damn. -Phil

I spent years not having a voice, and now that I do, it just feels like what I'm saying doesn't matter. -Maddie

You're a fool. But I love you, too. -Athena

Season 3

Where did all the water go? -Christopher

Buck, there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you. -Eddie

A few choice words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home. To be seen… to be found… isn’t that what we’re all searching for? -Buck

I learned one thing from that tsunami; it's that I don't quit. I fight. -Buck

They’re my family, there’s nothing stronger than family. -Buck

You want me to watch Christopher? -Buck

It’s easy, he’s not very fast. -Eddie

Maybe try going to the zoo this time, something inland. -Eddie

Out there in this world, helping people, that is where I belong. -Buck

Because you’re exhausting, we all have our own problems but you don’t see us whining about it. You know somehow we just manage to suck it up. Why can’t you? -Eddie

You know how much Christopher misses you? How could you? You’re not around. -Eddie

No, it prevents me from reaching out to you! I couldn’t even call you to bail me outta jail… If that was something that happened. -Eddie

You know, Buck, someday you're gonna figure out when to stop pushing and learn some patience. I hope we're both alive to see it. -Bobby

I just want you to talk to me. Even if it's just to say that you're still mad. -Buck

There's no one right way to deal with trauma. -Frank

I killed someone I used to love. I will never be completely free of that. -Maddie

I get taking things slow. But tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. So if you love her, tell her. -Eddie

People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean you give up on ‘em. -Buck

Love me anyway! -Buck

You can’t save someone from themselves. Not if they don’t want it -Buck

Look I’m sorry I wasn’t there Eddie. You and Chris needed me and I had my head so far up my behind with that stupid lawsuit. -Buck

We’re way past that Buck. -Eddie

I’m not! -Buck

I should’ve been there. -Buck

I could’ve told you not to buy that truck. -Buck

Yeah you’d have talked me into buying something more expensive. -Eddie

At least be honest with me. -Buck

You don’t think, while you were going through your phase, just maybe you were throwing your punches at the wrong guy? -Buck

I’d still take you… wanna go for the title? -Buck

No matter what happens, I'm always gonna fight to come home to my family. -Eddie

You're always the one who leaves. You don't know what it's like to watch someone you love walk away. -Buck

But the thing about bad news. You never see it coming. -Bobby

Look, this moment is about you. It's not about what you're supposed to say. It should come from your heart. -Maddie

Season 4

So, let's try being scared together. -Chimney

You never give up. That's what being Buck means to me. But whatever you do, don't stop. -Athena

I have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you. -Buck

Nothing I ever did was good enough! -Buck

I have spent my entire life feeling like a constant disappointment. And you wanna talk about our jobs? You think my job is dangerous. I have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you. That is why I am in therapy because nothing I ever did was good enough! -Buck

You're allowed to give yourself some time, you know. To process. -Eddie

It's like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen. -Buck

The universe does not scream. -Eddie

I know what it's like to be stuck inside the worst moment of your life. To be afraid to hope. To try again. -Bobby

Guess everyone has their breaking point. -Buck

Sometimes being lost is not knowing how to get from where we are to where we wanna be, where we need to be. -Buck

I am exactly like that woman. The day I forget that, that will be a very dangerous day. -Bobby

Hold on Eds -Buck

I need you to hold on. -Buck

You ok Buckley? -Captain Mehta

No. -Buck

I was just the guy standing there when it happened, who couldn’t do anything to protect him. -Buck

Still, I think it might have been better for him if I was the one who got shot. -Buck

Because, Evan, you came in here the other day and you said you thought it would have been better if it had been you who was shot. You act like you’re expendable… but you’re wrong. -Eddie

It's in my will, if I die, you become Christopher's legal guardian. -Eddie

That’s what the 118 is, the family we choose. -Eddie

Season 5

Let this be a lesson. Never give Buck a clipboard. Never. -Chimney

Stay focused. You get distracted and people die. -Buck

You just need to learn how to stand your ground. Bullies don't back down unless you make them. -Harry

Because you don't talk to the women you're dating. You just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship, with no idea how you got there and what to do when things start to go wrong. -Bobby

You know me. I don't always listen. -Buck

You could be dead next year! -Chris

Buck, you need to move on. I have. -Eddie

I got out of the ocean for you. For both of you. But I had to stay here to learn to stop running. -Maddie

What are you afraid of? -Buck

That I’m never gonna feel normal again. -Eddie

I wonder how many other people we inadvertently saved by saving someone else. -Hen

This is Firefighter Eddie Diaz. Metro dispatch is on fire. -Eddie

And I don't want to keep on making the same mistakes. -Buck

Shouldn't it be when you're at your worst, they're at their worst, you have every reason to give up and you still decide you want to try again. -Buck

Season 6

Buck, you don't even have a couch. -Chris

Maybe I don’t want to pick the wrong couch again. -Buck

You're a great firefighter. When you're all in, nobody goes harder than you. -Bobby

Are you capable of being a father and walking away? -Hen

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere. -Buck

Buck! Where the hell are you going? -Eddie

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Sneak Peeks!!!!

I'm so sorry things haven't been coming out.

Here's some sneak peeks to help you through!

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CAUGHT IN A WEB ~ 11

You tried to remain calm as you sat across Director Fury in the conference room. His gaze was intense, even with one eye covered by an eye patch. He was clearly studying you, reading you like an easy book. You nervously moved in your seat, trying to remain as calm as possible, though your heart was beating out of your chest.

“So, Miss L/N,” Fury finally broke the silence, “how did you get these abilities?”

You swallowed nervously as you silently wished that Tony was allowed to be in here with you.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 17

Small talk was exhausting. Thankfully Steve did most of the work for you and kept an arm around you to keep you comfortable. After too long, you decided you needed a drink and to get off your feet for a second.

“I’ll be right back,” you whispered to Steve.

“Are you alright?” He quickly fretted.

“I’m fine. Just need a moment. I’ll be right back.”

“Are you sure? I can—“

“Steve,” you smiled. “I promise,” you placed a kiss on his cheek, “I won’t be long.”

HIS TURN ~ A THE BOND BETWEEN US ONE-SHOT

It had been a year now since you and Obi-Wan reunited and were married on Alderaan. A year of the two of you building a life together on Tatooine. The two of you had a finished home now, were dealing with the fact that you would never be able to bare children, and recovering from the damage down to you both with your years apart. At least, that’s what you believed. 

Unbeknownst to you, Obi-Wan wouldn’t sleep until you fell asleep. He was too scared that you would disappear if he closed his eyes. That reuniting with you was one long dream that he would soon wake up from. So, if he fell asleep, it was long after you were out.

When he did end up falling asleep, Obi-Wan often was plagued with the feeling of loneliness, sadness, and guilt that he lived with after you left him on Bail’s ship eleven years ago. Tonight was one of those nights that his mind was racing and wouldn’t allow him to sleep. Obi-Wan looked down at you, nestled into him. He kissed your head before carefully pulling himself away from you and out of bed. He quietly left the room and headed into the kitchen so that he wouldn’t wake you.

With a sigh, Obi-Wan sunk into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. His elbows rested on the table while his head found a home in his hands. Without warning, rough, deep sobs rippled through Obi-Wan.

A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT ~ PART 3

You knew that the Team had been pulled into a meeting. This was your chance to sneak away and see Bucky. You knew that Tony would be incredibly pissed at you, but you needed to see Bucky. It was harder to get down to the detention cells than you had originally thought, all due to your injuries. 

Walking as quickly as you could, you searched for the cell that Bucky was in. It broke your heart when you found him in the farthest cell away from the elevator and stairwell.

I'M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 160

Bucky shot up. He was sweating and breathing heavily, though he had nothing more than a thin blanket on him. The apartment was cold, same with the floor Bucky was sleeping on. His bed was too soft, same with the couch, so he made do on the living room floor in his tiny one-bedroom apartment. His shaking flesh hand came up to rake through his recently cut hair, trying to calm himself down.

The images though were just as vivid now as they had been in his dreams. Though it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory of him killing someone while he was the Winter Soldier.

ALONE ~ A NEW BUCKY BARNES ONE-SHOT

You couldn’t even remember how many times you had broken down in tears this week alone. Currently, you were sobbing in the shower so there was less chance of being caught. Not that anyone would catch you anyway, that was the main reason you were like this. 

It seemed like no one on the Team cared about you anymore. Not that you were that important anyway, you didn’t do the on-the-ground fighting. You just stayed back and ensured everything was okay over the comms.

When you first joined the Team, everyone was so caring and welcoming. You were invited to Team dinners and movie nights. You were also invited to Tony’s crazy parties and the gala’s they were often forced to attend. You were friends with everyone on the Team, but Bucky Barnes was the person you were closest with.

Bucky was already on the Team when you joined. He still hadn’t gotten used to being with “regular” society himself. The two of you were both shy and often found yourselves off to the side at events and Team dinners. That’s where the two of you found friendship with one another. The friendship expanded outside of Team dinners and events. You and Bucky would watch movies together, go to the store together, eat together, and just plain spend time together.

Yet, the past few weeks Bucky had seemingly been too busy for you. There was always an excuse as to why, a mission, therapy, Steve needed something, etc. He had always done his best to make time for you, but now it seemed like he was avoiding you. It didn’t help that you had started to catch feelings and were now questioning every one of your actions and his.

THE TEACHER ~ PART 5

The bell shrilled as the sound filled the room. The students clamored up excitedly.

“Okay, class,” you shouted over them, “have a great summer!”

A few of the students wished you luck and a good summer on their way out the door. Once everyone had cleared out, you began to clean up and pack up for the summer. You were facing away from the door so you failed to notice Tony walking it. You jumped slightly as his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into him.

“Hello,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to below your ear.

“Hey, Tony,” you smiled. You turned your head back and met his lips for a kiss. He kissed you long and hard. “Wow,” you breathed out when Tony finally let you have a moment to breathe. “I missed you too.”

“Only twenty days now until you’re Mrs. Stark,” Tony said with all the pride in the world.

LESSONS IN LOVE ~ 9

This series is now on hiatus due to the trauma that I continue to endure at work. I cannot promise when, or if, the series will ever be worked on again.

PART OF YOUR WORLD ~ 3

Currently on hiatus. I will probably start working on it again after watching the new live-action Little Mermaid.

[valkyrie-of-the-rising-sun]

general thoughts on karma files/favorite route?

...Well, damn, this is going to be a long answer. Putting everything under readmore in case it veers off into spoiler territory.

So I prefer the paragon route, generally speaking, but I can see why you guys might like the renegade route more.

What I know is from watching playthroughs of the renegade route on youtube, but the way the plot that route is leading towards does lowkey intrigue me. Especially how the two route exclusive(-ish?) characters are connected (from what I understood, after M2 attacked the MC's host in the Plane of Dissonance, she was spirited away by Karma and placed into the body of the renegade route's Melia while the paragon post-PM Melia somehow ended up in M2's original body where she wandered around for a bit with the MC's host until she was given the chance to return to the point where she left off. Not to mention that the paragon and renegade MCs seem to be in cahoots with each other, with the End of Night spell and the Red Chain trade).

.Karma files on the other hand? I absolutely adore it. I love how in the paragon route we get the chance to bond with the main cast, either through the main story or through sidequests like the Xenogene movie. And we finally get some well-needed Crescent lore! Before v13.5 I didn't really care much for her since she felt more like a plot device and deus ex machina to bail the MC out of tight spots than an actual character, but in the current version she feels more human and def way more involved (the part where she intervenes in Helojak was fucking awesome, have I ever mentioned that? And then there's also where you talk to her after the Valor Summit incident, which feels more... I don't know, real? At least it got me more invested in her than v13 did and maybe a smidgen of guilt).

Can I just say that Crescent is adorkable? She's now one of my top fav rejuv characters, right behind Erin.

And then there's the Renegade stuff. I don't really have much to say about the main story stuff, but the events leading to the final boss was... interesting, to say the least. Spacea and Tiempa were Interceptors from the era of the Old Earth, who later became Overseers of the System by merging with Palkia and Dialga respectively? So it does imply that they're either something like a prototype for the Interceptor MC, or they're only "Interceptors" in the sense that they were beings summoned from foreign worlds to serve as wildcards to give them an edge. The final part of the Missing Children sidequest does seem to give the second possibility some credence with V, who claimed to be an "Interceptor" by virtue of being from another world but since they weren't chosen by the System like the MC and Crescent did they had no real power beyond the ability to interfere with another's fate.

On an unrelated note, the space hags are fucking cheaters in both the Paragon and Renegade versions of their battle. It's a neat concept in theory, but in gameplay it makes me want to throttle them. Spacea steals your Pokemon and Tiempa (perhaps the most bs mechanic in rejuv imo) would fucking reset your team like how a player would spam f12 to get the rng in their favour. Maybe it's payback for us abusing tf out of the game's quicksave function, but it sure doesn't feel nice (in a humourous "Only I can heal in battle, not the NPC Bosses" kind of way).

tl;dr I think .Karma Files is awesome, and my fav route is the Paragon Route (Renegade is great too, and in some areas more fascinating that Paragon, but I just don't have the heart to do all that effed up stuff lmao)

[variousqueerthings]

some rambles below about the potential if johnny had had a biological dad in cobra kai instead of a stepfather (i stress “rambles” this isn’t organised)

wondering about the version of johnny who does have a bio-dad who’s just like... johnny-but-worse in a different way to how kreese is johnny-but-worse, that is while johnny was presented as a spoiled rich kid who’s kind of mindlessly aggressive/being encouraged in that by kreese, his dad could be a republican (homophobic) economist or stocktrader or smthin, some guy for whom all these trappings and johnny and laura are part of the scenery of his success (like a don draper type but less charismatic) --

which is sort of what they were trying to do with sid, but that messaging got lost the second they forgot that johnny was designed to be the blonde über-american foil to the immigration and outsider daniel and miyagi story, and sid of course cannot be that metaphor! (thinks also forever fondly about the fic about sid getting into the country club, but still being an outsider, and wonders if there’s some way of incorporating that idea into this story, but for now, placing his lost potential gently aside) 

what would it mean for a johnny who really did have all the chances to do whatever he wanted, provided he played by his real life father’s rules and his dream was to... be gay do karate? was he disowned? has he essentially disowned himself? is his father dead or alive? is there still money to be had that johnny refuses to touch? does his real life father bail him out of jail over and over and that is the extent to which he’ll help him (while also being disgusted/disappointed by his continued alcoholism, not because he himself isn’t maybe an alcoholic in the correct way, but because johnny is so obvious about it or something along those lines)? would they bump into each other end s3 at the country club?

also I realise here that this is the narrative they gave to terry, and the parallel narrative would still work, considering terry did do what his family ordered him to and johnny just... couldn’t

love a good “karate is a phase” metaphor + it would have made the sources of johnny’s pain not be his jewish stepdad (reliably removed from having to be blood-related or have anything to do with johnny’s purpose in the original film) and instead be literally all the things that were put in place for boys like him to grow up into privilege and for some Unknown Reason he was unable to fulfil that expected goal 

it also would have brought johnny’s parentage more to the front, because sid is never really particularly involved in the karate war and johnny cuts ties with him pretty fast (and then ed asner died, so idk if they were intending more), but if his actual, powerful, still-invested-in-his-stock-on-some-level father were in the plot there’d be way more you could do with that (maybe especially if he were dying? johnny is his final legacy?)

+ the core of Stuff that was increasingly forgotten by the show was also that daniel and miyagi were not related by blood, they became family by choice and to have that be a stronger bond in comparison to a johnny and his biological dad....? the idea that biological family ain’t everything and you can choose! (cries in s5.....)

laura could still have been someone either someone who came from a poor background and he married her for her looks/youth, but I also like the laura who kind of parallels ali, whose parents in the first movie ofc very much try to “push” her towards a more suitable boyfriend in... the violent and disrespectful of her boundaries johnny lawrence

there’d be a whole interesting subplot at that point of characters who didn’t come from money who were able to find a way to make their own way in life, vs characters who did come from money who got trapped in cycles of violence by doing what was expected and then visited that violence on people without as much power as them in order to assert control, and johnny attempting somehow to break that cycle without knowing how or why or even that he was really doing it by breaking from his father

ofc you coulda also killed the guy early on and had johnny’s main narrative revolve around laura, but that would assume a story that puts mothers on equal footing and it always struggled with that a bit, even back in the movie days -- tbh the only thing that I would really take from all of that, is that her maiden-name was lawrence and johnny used her name the whole time, and possibly that the full break between johnny and [insert father] was her death

bringing back sid for a sec, simply to wonder about fitting in a guy like him who’s managed to get into “the club” because off the top of my head I mainly think he belongs in a slightly different story, but if someone has something they’d like to say to that am all ears!

[littlemisslol-fic]

The Silent Opera

Chapter Sixteen:  Crescendo

Summary: In a world populated by Soulmates— people drawn together by wordless music connecting them to their destined other half— Varian is an anomaly. He is Songless, someone without a Soulmate of his own. He makes due with the cards dealt to him, used to being the castle oddity by now, but when an interesting blond takes up residence in the castle, he can’t help but be drawn to him.

Hugo, on the other hand, is horrified to find that not only is his Soulmate a palace brat, but that Varian doesn’t hear him back— meaning Hugo is trapped in a one-sided bond. When presented with a horrible choice between completing the theft Donella had sent him to do, or taking a frightening step into vulnerability, Hugo finds himself at an impasse he just might not be able to charm his way out of.

And then politics get involved.

Notes: Here we go! Here's part one of the TWO PART FINALE The finale chapter will be up directly after this one.

The sun is weak and sickly the morning of the Day of Hearts. Hugo’s awake to see it; he hadn’t slept a wink all night, pacing the cell’s length like a wild animal. Moonlight had struggled to cut through the clouds at all—the cell had been plunged into darkness for a majority of the night, a constant, looming darkness.

Hugo stalks across the worn stones. Back and forth, always staring at the doorway Varian had disappeared through. The one Landis had pushed him through—shoved him like a prisoner, rough and rude and ruthless—without a thought. Hugo has half a suspicion that Landis is going to come back and murder him. It’s what Hugo would do, wait for Varian to fall asleep and the guards to switch before sneaking in and cleaning up loose ends.

But it seems that Landis is a man of his word. He doesn’t reappear, not for the rest of the night. He’s safe for another ten hours. So Hugo keeps his head, though for how long he wouldn’t be able to say. But he can’t seem to make everything stop spinning, no matter how much he tries; everything’s spiraling and the only solace is the way Varian’s Song curls around him. He’s still awake, wherever he is. Has been all night. The only reason Hugo hasn’t started chewing through the bars is because of Varian.

But still the morning comes. Lazy and slow, like molasses without the sweet taste. No one comes during the morning—save for one guard that drops a sad little breakfast roll and leaves—nor in the afternoon. Hugo can hear the hustle and bustle of the castle preparations outside. Light flickers past the bars as people and horses pass by, hundreds crowding into the courtyard to begin the Day of Hearts. He wants to grab at someone’s ankle, draw them close and scream at them to stop this right fucking now. Not that it would work, but a guy can dream.

The wedding will be starting soon. There’s trumpets and other fanfare in the distance. Hugo wants to gnaw his own arm off—but he has to focus. Instead he waits.

And eventually he gets his chance.

Around midday there’s a creaking groan that echoes through the cell block. Thank the Maker, he thinks as he sees a familiar, lumbering form enter the room.

“Cyrus!” Hugo coos as the man draws close. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Shut it,” the man grunts. “Your boyfriend paid me to bail you out.”

That gives Hugo pause. “Bail me out?” he asks, only to cut himself off with a second, more random thought. “With what?”

The man only smiles and pats at a bag on his side. “All he said was to get you and get gone.” Cyrus then produces a set of keys. Where the fuck he got those, Hugo would rather not know. He’s seen what happens when a guard’s skull meets wall. It’s not pretty.

“C’mon kid,” Cyrus grunts. “We have a pretty small window to get the fuck out before someone comes looking.” He begins leafing through keys.

As if. “Has the wedding happened yet?” Hugo winces at how desperate his voice sounds. “It hasn’t, right?” Cyrus only hms, sending Hugo even more into a panic. “Cyrus!”

The man stops and looks up at the snap. “It hasn’t,” he says. “People were saying there’s about an hour left before it starts, meaning we have to go.”

“I can’t leave without him.” Hugo’s not asking. It’s a statement of fact. “I won’t.”

Cyrus lets out a long, beleaguered sigh. “You don’t really get a choice,” he says, “since we’re leaving. I don’t see him around, do you?”

The Song takes a slight dip. Fuck. He’s running out of time. Cyrus finally finds the right key and slips it in; the cell door creaks open without much fanfare. Hugo bursts from it like a summer's storm. Cyrus doesn’t even react, not even when Hugo nearly trips over his own feet. Hugo only just manages to right himself and puffs up his chest.

“I’m finding him,” he says, “go back to Donnie because I’m not leaving. Not without Varian.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not!”

Cyrus looks about thirty seconds from grabbing Hugo and tossing him over his shoulder. “He’s my Soulmate!” Hugo finally snaps. “I’ve spent long enough listening to him without knowing who he is and I’m not giving up on him again!” Not when he needs me.”

That gives the man pause. “Are you sure?” is what he asks. “You have a clean out, kid. It’s not something people usually get. You’re sure you want to throw it away on a chance?”

Hugo doesn’t say a thing. His hands clench to hide how they shake. But the look on his face must be enough; Cyrus sighs again and rubs at his face.

“Maker save me from fucking teenagers,” he grumbles. “Fine, fuck it. I’m taking the bag and going for the border. I’ll wait there for three days in case something goes wrong. The boss knows we might be bringing an extra kid home—if you two have to get out, get out, clear?”

Relief pulses through Hugo like a wave. “Thank you,” he says. Cyrus drops the keys on the floor and adjusts the bag across his shoulder.

“Don’t thank me,” he says, “you’re the one running headfirst into a death trap.”

Hugo can’t help but awkwardly laugh. “Yeah, I know. They’re not great odds.”

“They’re shit odds.” Cyrus turns away from him then. He stops at the doorframe,           laying a massive hand on the old wood. “And I’m not sticking around to watch your execution. Good luck, kid.”

And then he’s gone. It’s for the best, really. At least someone will be able to tell Donnie what happened if it goes tits up. But Hugo can’t, won’t, leave Varian behind. Not this time. Not after he’d spent so long waiting for Hugo to get his shit together. His Soulmate had been more than patient.

Now it’s Hugo’s turn to do some heavy lifting.

—————  ♪  —————

Varian hadn’t slept a wink all night. He’d listened to Hugo for the whole time, the two of them trading feelings of fear and love, constantly dancing between comfort and chaos. It had felt almost nice—like Hugo was there beside him, holding his hand and telling him it would be alright—but still made a panging pain rise up in the space under his heart. Landis had dragged him back to his room and shoved him in, thankfully leaving directly after. If the man had tried to get intimate again Varian might have honestly jumped out a window. But Landis hadn’t and had at least granted Varian one last night to himself. Not that it had helped.

So, he hadn’t slept a wink. And he looks like shit because of it. Varian doesn’t even notice the time slipping away until a flurry of maids kick his door in before the sun has fully risen and drag him to the castle’s spa facilities—next thing he knows he’s effectively being shoved ass-first into a bathing pool filled to the brim with warm water and scented oils.

They make his nose burn, causing him to sneeze up a storm while the maids scrub at his hair. It isn’t pleasant, not like when Rapunzel played with it on quiet afternoons in the library. Instead their hands are harsh and clinical, yanking on the strands to make sure all the dirt is chased away. Varian winces and bites at his tongue, made even worse when the drag him back to a nearby dressing room and force him behind a screen with a handful of cloth.

It takes him longer than you’d hope for him to realize that they’re clothes. Layers and layers of them, all in shades of white and cream. He’s so fucking lost looking at all of them, there’s a jacket (?) and something that might be a sash… though it could be something else?

Eventually one of the Socrian maids who’d arrived with Landis’s father takes pity on him. He must look pathetic, wearing nothing but a pair of white pants and shivering after the warmth of the bath. She smiles calmly, her eyes crinkling at the edges as her well-practiced hands pick up one of the items.

“This first,” she says softly. Her white hair almost matches the shade of the robes. “Socria is so much colder than Corona; we have traditions for our layers.”

Things go much faster with her help. First a thin undershirt, then a thicker, almost corset like brace for his back. Varian gasps when it’s tightly tied, forcing his posture upright. Then he’s forced into a fancier shirt, one embroidered with stars, and a jacket with horizontal, golden stripes across the front. A thick sash gets ties around his middle, right on top of the brace. Then, finally, a large cloak with billowing sleeves, the cape part fanning out behind him in a long train. It's a hell of a gauntlet to just get dressed.

By the end of it Varian feels ready to fall over; the weight of all the fabric was nearly as unbearable as the heat. Suddenly the brace makes sense—if he were left to his own strength, surely Varian would have collapsed under the weight. Agonizing.

After that he’s shoved in a chair facing a mirror. He hadn’t thought he’d looked that bad, until he comes face to face with a bedraggled, drowsy copy of himself. His eyebags have bags for fuck’s sake. Sun help him, he looks like shit.

A new woman, one he’s seen following Rapunzel and Eugene around during their special appearances, clicks her tongue at the sight of him. What was her name…?

Her sour expression gets worse. “Absolute disaster,” she murmurs to herself as she picks at his hair. Which, hey. “Boy, when was the last time you saw a comb?”

Varian only shrugs. The woman—Margaret, that was it—huffs another noise and grabs a nearby brush. “I’ve dealt with worse,” she says, more to herself than to him.

He watches, almost dazed, as she begins to carefully brush out his hair into fluffy strands. Her hands, despite her attitude, are gentle; it’s soothing enough to lull him into a daze. He’s grateful for it—if he was more aware, surely the anxiety would be eating him alive.

Because it’s his wedding day. It might as well be his fucking funeral.

On the one hand: this is good. Everything is going to plan. The wedding will go forward without any problems, news of the treaty will surely hit Equis’s border before the end of the day—meaning Trevor will certainly think twice about thinking about playing games with Corona’s land. Hugo will be long gone by now, out of Corona and back to his mother. It’s exactly what Varian had wanted… on paper.

Because on the other hand: this is bad. This is very, very fucking bad. For Varian specifically. Because he’s about to be married off to a literal murderer and expected to just be fine with that. Which he’s not, thank you. But he still has to swallow down the disgust, the absolute bile, that wells up from deep in his gut at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Landis—let alone having to go through and play happy couple. The night Hugo had confessed had proved the merit of the man Varian is about to call husband. It’s not good. It’s not even fine.

He stares into the dead eyes of his mirror image. The boy in the reflection looks like a shadow of who he knows himself to be. Hollow. Nothing but a living corpse.

The Song rattles through his mind, constant and stressed in a staccato rhythm. Hugo’s losing his mind, wherever he is; but the Song is no longer afraid. Hugo must have one of his crackpot schemes in mind; the fear is finally gone. It helps more than Varian thought it would. At least one of them gets to walk away from this.

He sucks in a shallow breath when Margaret tugs at his hair and starts to pull it back. She deftly pulls his hair into a series of braids, similar to ones that Rapunzel had worn for her wedding. Shining clips pin it back, the ornate style everything Varian hates about weddings and parties and all that stupid shit. So much pomp and circumstance.

Margaret seems content with her work. She hums to herself a bit more before she tweaks a few more little strands.

“There we go,” she says. “Much better.”

Varian blinks slowly. “Much,” he echoes. “Thank you.”

The woman offers him a thin-lipped smile. “You’re welcome.” She takes one last second to fluff up one of the braids before she too leaves; the dressing room seems so large with just Varian in it. For a second there’s blissful silence. Something he’s been missing since the start of the day. It doesn’t last, people filtering in and out as Varian stares his dead reflection in the eye.

Time slows and speeds up all at once. Everything blurs into a soupy mess of light and colour and dread and resignation. Varian doesn’t notice the time slipping into a haze. He doesn’t want to, if he stays just where he is then maybe everything will just freeze. That would be agreeable, he thinks.

And then. A hand on his back.

Varian’s stupor breaks: he shifts on the seat, looking away from his reflection and meeting a pair of eyes he’s grown to hate.

“Varian,” Landis says. He seems almost awkward. “You look… nice.”

“Isn’t it bad luck for you to be here?” Varian’s voice is ice cold. Landis only shrugs. The hand on Varian’s back doesn’t move away, hot and big and sickening.

“I wanted to see you. Talk to you.”

“I can’t say the same.” Couldn’t Landis just give him his last hour of peace?

The grand duke lets out a long sigh. “Varian, I—” he cuts himself off with a groan and rubs at his eyes. He takes the other half of the bench Varian’s sitting on; it groans under the weight. They sit so that they face opposite directions; Landis faces into the room, Varian toward the mirror. Anything else would feel too intimate. Landis’s foot bounces, an oddly personal reaction.

“I’m sorry.” His voice grates against Varian’s thoughts. “I know you think you loved him. But this is what’s best for everyone.”

“I do love him.” Varian’s knuckles are a white grip on the padded seat. “And it’s what’s best for you. Don’t try and twist it, Landis.”

He looks back to the mirror. He won’t meet his fiancé’s eye. Varian couldn’t bring himself to. Landis huffs, frustrated.

“You—what, you want to go run to a guy like that? A thief?”

“I was a thief once.” Varian’s voice is ice cold. “And a traitor. A terrorist. Do you have a problem with that?”

“I need you to be on board with this.” Landis faces away from him, staring into the room.

“I am. You made sure of that.” The wedding is his distraction, after all. So that Hugo can get as far away from the castle as possible. But still, he sighs. “Landis, I’m not about to pretend to be happy with this. I can’t.”

“I want us to be happy.” It’s an oddly intimate statement, especially from the man next to him. “Varian, we’ll be married soon. And contrary to how I… how things have turned out, I really do think we can be good together. I want us to be good together. Why be miserable for the rest of our lives?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you found out I was in love with someone else and you threatened to have him executed?”

Landis’s lip curls. “Keep your voice down. You’re convinced that the Song is right, but Soulmates are just distractions. You know this as well as I do. You only fell in love because the Song told you—it’s not real, Varian.”

Hugo’s voice drifts through his thoughts. A sudden memory of a conversation they’d had months ago springs up, one that he can’t help but smile at.

“It’s not a matchmaker; it doesn’t choose for us.” Varian speaks Hugo’s words. They taste so sweet, now that he understands them. “It just… gives us a push.” He meets Landis’s eye then, steely cold. “I agreed to marry you,” he says, “but I didn’t agree to anything else. You’ve soundly ruined that for yourself. This is for business, and so that you don’t try and murder my Soulmate. Nothing more. I hear the Song. Hugo will always be my first choice.”

The silence between them speaks volumes. If Landis is hurt, he doesn’t show it; a firm mask stretches across his face, carefully blank. “I see. That’s unfortunate.”

Varian doesn’t even look at him when he stands. Landis adjusts his cufflinks with a snooty sniff. “I can see you’re still feeling… volatile, so I’ll leave you be.” He reaches over then, grabbing Varian’s hand before he can jerk it away. The grand duke brings it to his lips, kissing the ring on his finger. “I’ll see you at the ceremony. There will be plenty of time for you to outgrow this after we get home.”

Landis drops Varian’s hand and takes his leave. There’s a groan from the bench as he does. The alchemist doesn’t say a word, carefully still. Landis taps his fingers against his own thighs; the rhythm grates against the Song in Varian’s ear.

“I’ll have to make sure that rat’s still in his place.” the grand duke says. Varian jolts with fear—he can’t possibly mean—he whirls around to stare at his fiancé, mouth agape. Fuck, if Hugo’s gone from the cell already and Landis sees—

“We had a deal!”

“We still do. I’m not going to touch him. Just make sure he won’t… interfere.” Landis smiles then, but there’s no warmth to it. There never is. He offers a little wave, leaving the room. Varian has half a mind to throw a vase after him, just to give him some insight into how unwanted he is. The door slips shut, the unsubtle click of the lock ringing out through the quiet of the room. It’s as much of an insult as a slap would have been. I don’t trust you, the noise says, I don’t trust that you won’t try and run away. So I will keep you in your place.

Infuriating.

Somewhere, Hugo’s Song goes bright with surprise and familiarity. Something tells Varian that Cyrus has arrived. This isn’t good, not at all—if Landis notices Hugo’s gone he’ll raise hell immediately and surely the two thieves wouldn’t be able to escape. They probably haven’t even left the castle grounds yet. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He takes another look at the dead boy in the mirror. The childish part of him wants to scream and cry, to throw something through the stained-glass windows and watch them shatter. To break it all, tear the hand-hemmed curtains from the walls, dash all the delicate items off the vanity and watch them crumble. To see it all be torn apart by his hand; never to be whole again.

The Song is twisting in agitation. Hugo must have been told what the plan is. Varian sucks in a breath and braces himself for the betrayal, the anger. There’s no way that Hugo will be happy about leaving Varian behind, but he has to. The wedding is the only distraction Varian can offer. It’s the last act of love he’ll be able to afford.

He needs to do something. Hugo’s surely about to get caught by Landis, and there’s no fucking way they’ll be able to escape from the belly of the castle if the alarm goes out. He needs to—to warn them? How? The door’s locked…

But he still finds himself standing, wobbling under the weight of his robes, and walking to the door. It’s heavy, like all the castle doors are—he’s not shouldering it open, not unless he gets a late growth spurt. However, he’s picked up a thing or two from his sneaky bastard Soulmate.

He reaches up and tugs a bobby pin from his hair. The mass of hairspray in it keeps the braids solid as a rock—Margaret does good work, what can he say—but Varian quickly snaps the thing in half and feeds it into the lock regardless.

You just have to listen for the clicks, and you’ll get it open.

Hugo’s voice echoes through his mind. He toys with the lock a bit more, just a tweak—

Varian can’t help but smile when he hears a click. The door swings open into the hallway, the blessed sun shining weakly through the clouds. What a horrible day for a wedding—but what a wonderful day for a criminal to escape. Varian huffs a thick gasp when he stands. The Socrian robes must weigh as much as he does, it’s ridiculous. He manages to wobble up to his feet at last and sets off into the hallway; he does his best to sneak, but the cloak trails behind him. On one heart-stopping occasion it catches a podium and nearly sends a vase toppling to the ground. He only just manages to save it with frantic hands.

Eventually Varian makes it to just outside the dungeons already preparing himself to face Hugo again. Gods, what is he even going to say? He bounces on his feet from the nerves alone—ones so unorganizable they feel like they’re turning his stomach inside out. He’s so distracted that when he rounds a corner, he runs smack into someone.

Varian almost topples from the stupid robes—but a strong hand grabs him by the arm. “Varian!” a voice gasps. He looks up with shock to see Rapunzel, her own eyes wide. “What are you doing out here?”

“Princess?” His voice is weaker than he thought it would be. “What—I was, uh—”

She blinks again, realization suddenly sparking. “Were you trying to get to Hugo?” It’s not accusatory. More conspiratorial. Varian sucks in a small breath and nods.

“Landis was saying he was going to check on him—Rapunzel, I need to know he’s okay, I just need to see him…”

Her head is already bobbing with a nod. Brown hair spreads in a flurry, fluttering around her ears. Her tiara threatens to fall from her head. “I might have been looking around to see if he needed to… go for a walk.” Her tone deepens playfully. “You know, he doesn’t like to sit still for very long.”

Varian sighs out a laugh. Rapunzel doesn’t break character and leads him to the door to the cellblock—the very one Landis had borderline thrown Varian out of before. The memory is bitter in his mind, but the memory of I love you on purpose chases away the worst of it.

That still doesn’t stop him from groaning at the sight of an empty cell.

“Fuck,” he hisses. Rapunzel pinches his arm at the curse. “I don’t know where he is—I have to find him before Landis does.”

The princess bites at her lip as the city bells start to ring. They’ll be expecting Varian any minute now to get the ceremony started. Dread builds up in the back of his throat—he’s out of time, there’s nothing left for him to do other than suffer—and he nearly jumps out of his skin when Rapunzel puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Go distract everyone,” she says firmly. “I’ll find Eugene. He’ll help me get Hugo and keep him safe, okay? Just stall them for as long as you can.”

Varian’s never been more grateful for her. “Okay,” he gasps through the fear. “Okay.”

Rapunzel doesn’t look convinced. She’s quick to leave the cellblock and try and come up with another plan, seeing as both of theirs are now shot. Landis isn’t anywhere to be seen—Varian’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, really. Either Varian beat him here, or the grand duke is skulking around somewhere.

The princess takes a deep breath, patting his shoulder once before leaving him. She’s quick on her feet, not quite running but obviously in a hurrt. He watches her retreating back and a childish part of him wants to grab at her skirts and demand she hide him; Varian’s close to begging her on his knees to stop this.

He knows he can’t, knows that he needs to go through with the wedding to give Hugo ample time to escape. The thought doesn’t make the thought any easier to swallow. The bells ring again. Varian’s out of time.

And he’s about twenty seconds from puking all over his dress shoes.

He opts to start walking to the central amphitheater. At least there he can be useful as a distraction if nothing else.

He just needs to stall. He can do that.

Right?

—————  ♪  —————

Stalling is going to be more complicated than one would think.

When Varian reaches the hallways near the great hall he’s instantly bombarded by guests and friends alike. It’s very nearly too much to handle, overwhelming in the worst kind of way.

Congratulations, the horrible masses coo, what a happy day for you, a good husband, and a wonderful match.

If only they knew.

Varian weaves his way through handshakes and empty pleasantries. It’s hell. Nothing but dull smiles and duller eyes, swatches of silks and silvers and stupid fucking people—

He needs to find Frederic. Or Nigel. Anyone who can hit pause on this whole sordid affair if Varian pretends to die in front of them. Whatever works.

But as he dances through the crowds, something makes him pause. A slip of emerald green disappears into a door, one that leads to the back room of the great hall—one that he knows is basically storing furniture right now. No one should be in there.

Before he can think better of it, Varian follows through the door.

It’s dark as hell back there. Usually, this part of the great hall is open, allowing for sunlight; today however it’s been covered up with drawn curtains. The rigging keeping them closed is haphazard at best, spiderwebbing across the ceiling and all connecting to a large lever. If anyone had asked their engineer, Varian would have been able to suggest a hundred different ways to rig it better.

Ah, well.

A few lamps still burn, lighting up the figures of stored furniture and other bits from around the castle. Things that had needed a place to go when the wedding had started. Shoved away into the dark. A series of suits of armor crowd the walls, obviously moved from the hallways to make more room for roaming guests. Their crossbows and swords glint in the lantern light.

But in the middle of it all, a familiar figure creeps through the mess.

“Varian?” Hugo whispers loudly. “Varian, are you in here?”

His feet are moving before he can even think about it. Varian’s borderline sprinting, running forward before Hugo can vanish on him again—

The Song swells when he gets close. Hugo turns in recognition, his arms already opening wide to catch Varian as they collide. They spin from the force of Varian’s weight. His robes fan around them in a wave of white and cream. Hugo doesn’t even flinch at the hit, instead hugging him tightly as they spin.

“Varian,” his voice cracks. Varian doesn’t even bother replying, pressing a series of frantic kisses across the planes of Hugo’s face.

“Oh, thank the Sun,” he murmurs between kisses, “I couldn’t find you—”

“I got out, Cyrus helped me, said that you told him—”

They stumble over the colliding words for a second more before stopping, looking at each other and laughing quietly.

“I missed you,” Varian admits, “so much. Are you okay?”   

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” Hugo’s voice is so quiet.

Varian’s eyes burn as the Song swells with a rush of affection, of love, of simple little joys that come when they’re together. Everything spins together into a beautiful cacophony of warmth and soft, tender adoration.

Hugo’s eyes are misty, but his smile is so, so bright—Varian reels him in by the shoulders into a proper kiss, unable to help but want.

It’s everything he’s been missing, everything he’s been craving; Hugo tastes like passion and love and joy and everything Varian had thought he’d lost.

He wants this moment to last forever. For it to stretch into infinity and stay exactly as it is. To just get lost in the green in front of him and never look away. Hugo smiles in that lopsided way Varian loves so much and leans in, stealing another kiss.

When they split, he murmurs something against Varian’s lips. The alchemist makes a questioning noise, and Hugo repeats himself.

“I love you on purpose,” he whispers. Varian’s heart swells with devotion. The Song twitters in his ear.

“And I love you,” Varian replies. He tries to push everything he’s feeling into it, his relief, his affection, his joy—and when Hugo smiles, his Soul shines. He wants to ignore everything, to stay like this forever… but he knows that their time is growing short.

Hugo pulls back a bit and looks down, his eyebrows screw together.

“What are you wearing?” he asks.

Varian feels heat rising in his cheeks, suddenly self-conscious. “I didn’t pick it,” he mutters. Hugo only laughs, picking at a sleeve.

“You look like a marshmallow.”

“It weighs so much,” Varian lets himself grumble. To be fair, he probably does look like a droopy, stretched out marshmallow. If he looks half as ridiculous as he feels he’ll probably be laughed out of Corona. Hugo giggles. Varian wants to join him, but he still has questions. Serious ones. 

“Are you okay?” he asks Hugo. “What are you still doing here? You’re supposed to be gone.”

“I wasn’t leaving,” Hugo shakes his head. The hand on Varian’s hip tightens. “Not without you.”

“Hugo—”

“No, Varian, listen. I’m not going. You’ll have to drag me out in a body bag.”

Varian’s mouth opens to retort but clicks shut at the sound of a third voice.

“I’d gladly arrange that.”

Ah. Fuck.

Varian’s spinning on his heel, quickly putting himself between Hugo and Landis. The grand duke leans against the doorway, light spilling behind him—oh hell, how did he find them?

Landis lets the door slam shut behind him. Varian flinches at the noise. Hugo doesn’t move a muscle, frozen like a rabbit in a trap. Landis stalks forward, all business; Varian’s hopeless to keep himself between them by virtue of just being too fucking short.

Hugo’s hands tighten in the back of Varian’s robes. He only has time to register it before Hugo’s shoving him away with a strong push. He yelps, nearly falling to the floor; Varian only manages to spin around in time to watch Landis rear back and punch Hugo square in the jaw.

Varian flinches in solidarity. The hit looks like it hurt, made all the worse with how Hugo drops like a fucking stone. He barely makes a noise beyond a startled grunt as he hits the floorboards. For a second Varian’s frozen—glued to the ground of sheer shock of watching Hugo get fucking obliterated—but startles to life when Landis drops down next to Hugo and rears back for another punch.

It hits just as hard as the first. Hugo’s glasses shatter, cracking cleanly in half. The blond lets out a grunt when he’s hit again. The Song shrieks in pain, spurring Varian out of his shock.

“Woah!” he shouts. He’s launching forward before he can think better. “Woah, woah, woah! Stop it!”

His hands wrap around Landis’s wrist. The man barely pauses; his arm strains against Varian’s grip.

“Stop!” Varian’s voice cracks. “Holy shit, Landis, stop!”

Landis doesn’t look like he wants to stop. He looks fucking insane to put it mildly, eyes wild and filled with blood lust. Absolutely terrifying. Varian nearly flinches back when his fiancé turns the crazy eyes on him, but a groan from Hugo stays his hand. It’s a good thing too; when Hugo makes a noise, Landis’s attention goes back to the blond and he makes to punch Hugo again.

Varian tugs on the wrist. He doesn’t have a hope to move Landis by himself—but thankfully the grand duke’s willing to listen; he lets himself be pulled off Hugo without protest, instead turning to meet Varian’s eye. Its uncomfortable having the man’s attention on him, but it’s better than Landis trying to beat the shit out of Hugo again.

His dry mouth makes his voice crack. “P—please stop,” Varian repeats, “just calm down, okay? We can talk this out—”

Hugo splutters from his place on the ground. Blood, fresh and ruby red, leaks from his very definitely broken nose. He probably has a concussion from a hit like that. A wave of nausea washes over Varian at the sight of crimson—fuck, focus. He turns back to Landis, partially to distract from the blood, and the rest to try and convince the man to calm down.

“I am sick of talking,” Landis snaps. “I’m sick of all of this! No more fucking games, Varian!”

He yanks his hand out of Varian’s grip. It whips up to point in Varian’s face aggressively. It takes everything in Varian to keep himself from flinching. Everything’s narrowed down to the frantic beating of his heart and the dulled Song in his ear. He needs to get Landis away from Hugo—and quickly.

“Okay,” Varian soothes. “No more games. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Hugo makes a weird gurgle. Landis doesn’t seem to register it, instead looking at Varian with an unconvinced expression.  

“You were right,” Varian presses. “I—it wasn’t meant to be. Soulmates aren’t worth it.”

Landis scoffs. “And why the change of heart?” He looms closer. Varian finds himself backing away slightly, toward one of the walls.

“I. Uh. Our talk, you made a lot of sense.” Think asshole, think! “I took some time to reflect.” Varian’s voice cracks a bit when Landis steps even closer. Behind him, Hugo starts to shift, waking up. Varian’s eyes flick back to his fiancé. Bile rises in his throat. He needs a distraction so that Hugo can escape; Landis’s gaze is focused on Varian’s face, but the alchemist can see how they shift down to look at his lips. Ah. Ew. But it’s something he can work with—so he swallows back the ill feeling and puts on his most demure smile.

“We can do great things together,” he says. His tone twists into a coo, nothing like he sounds like with Hugo, but convincing enough that Landis takes another step closer, transfixed. “Isn’t that what you want?”

The Song shifts again. Poor Hugo’s still half awake, dazed from the hits. It’s a marvel he’s conscious at all. Landis’s attention has completely diverted, focused on Varian entirely. The alchemist jumps when he feels the wall against his back—he doesn’t let his gaze break, drawing Landis in. Leave Hugo alone, his thoughts plead, just leave him alone.

He feels a massive hand come up to cup his chin. It takes everything in Varian not to bite it. Instead, he half-lids his eyes and leans into it, pressing into the touch in a way he hopes is convincing. Landis looks like he’s contemplating something—but he still shifts closer.

“No more games?” he asks.

Varian sucks in a sickened breath. “No more games,” he agrees. Landis smiles then, one filled to the brim with smugness and pride—but then he starts leaning closer and oh sweet Sun no—

It takes everything in Varian not to pull away at the feeling of lips on his. He wants to cringe back, to tear himself out of his fiancé’s grip and run for the nearest thing to vomit into. Disgusting, horrible, nasty, revolting—

And thankfully chaste. Landis pulls back quick enough, that grin still on his face. Varian schools his expression, trying not to let his revulsion show. Hugo makes another mumble; this time Landis almost turns back. Varian stills him with a hand on his cheek.

“You can leave him alone, right?” Varian asks. He settles his tone, pushing down the fear. “For me? As a wedding present? He’s not worth it, right?”

His back presses against the ornate moldings in the wall. Landis is scarily close, closer than he would ever need to be. It’s terrible. Varian clenches his fists in the fabric of his robes to keep them from shaking, never breaking eye contact with his fiancé. For a second it looks like he’s actually considering it; like he’s really considering leaving Hugo alone as a groaning, bloody lump on the floor.

But then.

Then Varian hears the shick of a blade being drawn, and a terrible thump. His sleeve goes taut. Blue eyes go wide in horror when he sees that his sleeve—one of the worst parts about the robe, one of the flowing ones that got in the way all the time—has been pinned to the wall by a knife embedded deep into the wood. He hadn’t even seen Landis move.

“No,” he breathes, “no, no, no, no!”

Landis smiles. It’s sharp, like a cat who’s caught his mouse. “No loose ends,” he says. “You understand, right?”

“No!” Varian’s voice cracks. “No, no, you can’t!”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Landis’s voice is sickly in its attempt at comforting. “I learned to live without my Soulmate… so will you. It will make you stronger. You’ll see.” His face is a condescending smile; this motherfucker!

He steps back from Varian, out of reach of his flailing hands, and shrugs in faux innocence. His boots get scarily close to Hugo’s prone form—Varian’s whole world narrows down to where the man is getting too fucking close to his Soulmate!

Hugo makes a choking whine when Landis grabs him by the throat. Something in Varian, something feral and scared and animal, shrieks through his throat at the sight. The grand duke only grins, hoisting Hugo up by the neck and holding him high enough that Hugo’s boots barely skim the floorboards. The Song stutters, horrifically shuddering as Hugo’s life is choked out of him.

Varian yowls wordlessly, completely lost at the sight of his Soulmate losing consciousness. He yanks at his arm like an animal. The sleeve doesn’t give; the thick fabric refuses to so much as tear. He’s going to end up ripping his arm from the socket at this rate. The pain doesn’t even register, everything narrowing down to the way Hugo’s hands grip at Landis’s fingers. He’s going to be forced to watch his Soulmate be suffocated in front of him, and there’s nothing Varian can do.

He yanks again at the sleeve. The knife doesn’t even wiggle. Varian’s well and truly stuck, trapped and forced to watch as Hugo’s kicking feet start to slow. Dread builds deep in his gut and starts to climb. He pulls again, putting his whole body weight against the sleeve—but it doesn’t work. Varian’s eyes frantically dart around—think, he needs to fucking think, Hugo’s going to die if he doesn’t think!—and eventually his eyes fall on the lever controlling the curtains. The wedding—the audience—

Hugo makes a strangled gurgle. His scrambling hands start to slow. The Song goes terrifyingly dim. Varian’s heart jumps into his throat as he borderline throws himself forward, shuffling as close to the lever as he can get. He throws his hand out, only just skimming it—the tips of his fingers glance past the wooden handle but he can’t get any closer. The alchemist yanks on the sleeve again, but no dice.

There’s a gross sounding burst of air mixed with blood. A gasping breath through the wave of crimson that threatens to drown Varian’s Soulmate in his own blood. Hugo’s running out of time. Varian swings himself around, curling into a ball before kicking his foot out toward the lever.

And then, blessedly, it makes contact.

His foot meets the lever with a solid thunk. It starts to wiggle, giving way. Hope, desperate and feral, begins to build. He slams his dress shoe into it again; the spider-webbing of ropes connected to the lever all shudder at the impact and the curtains begin to shift. So close—almost there!

Landis is saying something. Surely it’s something insulting, something infuriating, but Varian only hears the clunk of the lever moving, shifting so that the entire web begins to unravel. Rope starts to unwind, the careful knots and interlaced cabling all falling apart without their linchpin. The curtains fall open, sending blinding light through the storage room. Varian blinks in the light, covering his eyes with his free hand.

A chorus of gasps ring out, followed by the murmuring of over a hundred shocked patrons. Varian huffs out a relieved breath when his hand drops, eyes adjusting to the bright light and scanning the horrified crowd. Landis’s eyes go wide with dawning realization. His hand goes lax, dropping Hugo at long last.

The blond hits the floorboards with a harsh thump, but all Varian can focus on is how he gasps for air. Hugo coughs roughly, flipping onto his front and meeting Varian’s eye. He looks dazed, totally out of it, but thank the Sun he’s still breathing.

Landis hasn’t looked away from the crowd. He stands, frozen, as everyone starts to stand from their seats.

“Son?” a familiar voice calls. It’s Landis’s father, front and center. “The hell are you doing?”

Varian sees the twitch in Landis’s fingers before anyone else. He starts to tug harder on his sleeve, finally hearing tearing fabric—the shoulder stitching, finally giving way. But they’re not safe. Not yet. Hugo’s still feebly shuffling away from the man who just tried to murder him. Landis shifts, a hand snapping out and grabbing at a nearby armor set’s decorative sword.

It glitters in the sunlight. Varian’s heart jumps in his fucking throat.

“I’m doing what I should have done months ago!” Landis snaps. He turns his gaze on Hugo, eyes red with rage. The sword in his hand shifts. People are shouting—someone’s calling for guards, nobles are yelling—but all Varian can focus on is the sight of a fucking demon looming over his Soulmate. He yanks at the sleeve again, popping more stitches. He’s almost free, almost—

Another pop. Varian’s screaming something—he can’t even comprehend his own voice—and his arm flies out like he can somehow stop how Landis raises the sword high. He nearly face-plants as the sleeve finally gives. Varian’s bare arm slips from the heavy fabric, free at last. He’s not close enough to stop Landis—but he is close enough to a nearby set of armor to grab at the crossbow in its hands. He scrambles for it and grabs the weapon in sheer, animal fear.

It’s loaded. His hands shake, but there’s no time to think. Not when the glint of silver in the sunlight is so stark. So Varian turns. Landis’s head shifts to look at him with the movement, pausing from where he’d held his sword high over Hugo’s prone form. His sneer drops into a shocked oh, obviously taken aback.

For just a second, they’re at a stalemate.

In a perfect world Varian would keep them that way. In a perfect world, Landis would drop his sword and admit defeat, caught trying to murder a man in cold blood in front of hundreds of witnesses. In a perfect world, this would be the end of it. But instead, Landis raises his sword higher, a feral scream of rage rattling through the ballroom. He gets ready to bring his weapon down.

And Varian fires.

There’s a whizz of an arrow through the air. Time slows for a single, horrible second—down to a crawl, like watching a series of images instead of real life. Landis seems to know what’s coming for him; in the small seconds between pulling the trigger and what comes next his expression sinks from disbelief to fear.

The arrow flies fast, hits true. Varian’s aim has always been impeccable. Landis grunts when it embeds into his shoulder—just where Varian had aimed, just as planned. The sword clatters to the ground, only a mere foot away from Hugo’s prone form.

Landis stumbles from the impact. A bloom of blood bursts through the white of the robes, a poppy springing up in a sea of lilies. The grand duke’s hand raises up to gently prod at the arrow embedded into his shoulder; his face is lax with shock.

Time stands still for only a moment more. Landis stares at Varian in a daze, eyes wide. Varian only glares back, all steel.

And then a guard tackles Landis to the ground.

Varian drops the empty crossbow like it’s burned him. His hands are shaking—his hands need to stop shaking, he needs to focus.

The Song flutters in awareness, like it’s waking up. Hugo!

Everything fades away. Before Varian can register everything else that’s happening—the shouting guards, the angry yelling, Landis screaming about thieves—he’s running toward his Soulmate. He drops to his knees right next to Hugo; the pain doesn’t even register, lost in the tide of please be okay, please be okay, please.

“Hugo?” he gasps. Shaking hands gently cup Hugo’s head, tilting it this way and that. Varian’s eyes burn at the sight of bruises and blood; it takes everything in him to keep his hands steady. A ring of horrifying bruises has started to spring up around his throat. Hugo coughs roughly—blood leaks from his horribly broken nose, and from a split lip. Bruises decorate his face, painting it purple and red. He looks terrible.

“Hey,” Hugo manages to mumble. “How’s… howzit?”

Varian sucks in a small breath, a small smile breaking across his face. “I’m good,” he says. His thumb traces the unbruised side of Hugo’s cheek. Hugo’s breaths are still wheezing; it’s not good, even though he’s still breathing, Landis could have damaged something. “Try not to talk too much, okay? It’s alright.” Hugo tries to sit up, but Varian gently pushes him back. “Everything’s okay. Don’t worry. We’re fine.”

Hugo’s big, green eyes blink up at him. The blond’s absolutely out of it, half awake. He looks so different without the glasses. Varian smiles and presses a soft kiss to Hugo’s cheek. A sudden shout draws his attention regretfully away; Landis snarls something as his hands are jerked behind his back by a Coronian guard.

“It’s that fucking prick!” he yowls. His polished dress boots skid along the floor as he’s dragged toward the door. “He’s not what he seems! He’s a thief!”

Varian’s mouth snaps open to defend his Soulmate, but oddly enough Rapunzel gets there first. “On what grounds?” she demands. “What’s he done that warranted you demanding his arrest?”

“He’s conspiring to steal from your vault!” Landis strains against the handcuffs. His eyes land on Varian and Hugo, narrowing. “He’s going to steal—”

“A crown?”

Varian’s heart jumps back into his throat. He’d told her he was up to something, but how did she know his target? Everyone freezes as Rapunzel’s voice hardens. Landis looks at a loss for words, caught by surprise. “We’re aware of it,” the princess continues, “however the crown was discovered missing last night.”

Varian reels—fuck he’d thought he’d covered his tracks—but Rapunzel isn’t done it seems. Instead she marches up next to where Hugo lays and gestures to him. “Hugo was in his cell.” She faces the crowd and silently dares them to argue. “All last night. I saw him with my own eyes. He could not have stolen it—but I have to wonder, your grace.” Her head snaps to Landis, who actually shrinks. “How did you know we were going to be robbed if the supposed perpetrator was safely locked away? How, in turn, would he manage to steal from our royal vault and get back to his cell before the guard change?”

Landis stutters. He looks around, but no one dares to say a word. Rapunzel crosses her arms, and nods once.

“Escort his lordship back to his room,” she says. “I’m afraid he’s done Corona a grave insult.” Landis tries to interject, but Rapunzel holds up a calm hand. “Not only have you implemented yourself in a crime against our court. You, in turn, have obviously conspired to put the blame on one of our esteemed guests. Hugo has been nothing but a model employee for his stay here, hasn’t he, Varian?”

Varian startles at the sound of his name. Hope, bright and pure, starts to grow in his chest. “Y—yes,” he stutters, “he’s been great.”

Landis’s face has gone bright red: if it’s with rage or with embarrassment, Varian can’t tell. “You’re joking!” he snaps. Ah, rage then. “You can’t possibly—”

“I can.” Rapunzel’s voice is firm. “And I shall. I’m afraid you have soured the relationship between our kingdoms, your grace.” She turns then, meeting the crowd’s shocked faces without an iota of weakness. The perfect picture of poise. “I would ask that you all return to your festivities elsewhere—save for you, Sevim.”

Landis’s father scowls at his son but straightens his spine at being addressed. “It would be my pleasure, your highness.” His expression sours even further when Landis lets out another deranged noise. “I’m sure we can come to a new agreement.”

Rapunzel smiles like a shark. Varian’s never seen her so… so conniving. He’s not sure if it’s amazing or terrifying. But then she turns to him, and that smile softens. “I think another arrangement is best,” she says. “It seems that Varian and Landis might not be the fit we were hoping for.”

That hope springs higher in Varian’s chest, especially when no one argues with her. Not even Frederick, who looks ready to burst a blood vessel; Rapunzel’s smile is serene even through the chaos.

“Wonderful,” she says.

Something starts to finally unravel in Varian’s stomach. It’s been so long since it’s started to clench that he forgot what it felt like: the feeling of freedom, of not having to worry about the future, it’s almost foreign. But it’s also wonderful.

Hugo makes a small groan. Varian looks down just in time to see his eyes roll back and him to flop, unable to stay awake anymore. For a second there’s panic—horror and terror and fear all cascading over each other—until the Song coos with the feeling of a happy dream. Just sleeping, then. But still in need of a nurse.

A hand stills on his back. Varian looks up into the eye of one Eugene Fitzherbert. The man’s face is carefully calm, obviously trying to stay strong for Varian. It’s just as well; after all this, he’s not sure he trusts many with Hugo. Not after everything. He needs to make sure his Soulmate is safe… and if that means only letting his family near then that’s what Varian will fucking do.

“We should get him to the infirmary,” the man says. Varian nods, biting his lip and allowing Eugene to scoop up Hugo.

He knows he should stay. Should help clean up the clusterfuck that this is going to be. Should back up Rapunzel, who just pulled the trump card of the fucking century.

But then.

Then the Song flutters. Hugo’s eyes crack open just a sliver in Eugene’s arms, and a weak hand reaches out for Varian.

Don’t leave me, his actions say, not like everyone else.

And Varian can’t ignore that. He doesn’t want to. Couldn’t bear it.

So he doesn’t.

Instead he leaves it all—all the shouting, the chaos, the slamming door as Landis is escorted out—and quietly follows as Hugo’s taken to the infirmary.

He lets himself be selfish.

And it feels amazing.

[nghtmqred]

✧.*  is that TOBIAS GRANGER hanging around town ? I wonder if they want to know what the future holds, as for right now, they are a COLLEGE STUDENT AT WHITMORE ? i’ve heard they can be pretty CALCULATING. how typical for a SIREN. i guess they must rely on their PERSUASIVE side shining through. rumor has it they’re trying to hide HE MADE A DEAL WITH ARCADIUS TO SERVE HIM AND PROTECT HIS BROTHER, but that’s probably just noise… 

For as long as he could remember, it's always been Tobias and his brother. They looked out for each other and took care of each other. He can scary remember his mother. He vaguely remembers that she was a human. Prone to the vices that most humans were. But from an early age, she knew that her boys were different. He isn’t sure if she was scared of them or scared of what they could do. Whatever the reason, she had left them— to focus on getting her fill of the world. 

There is a deep-seated resentment towards her and the father who abandoned them. Forcing his psychic children to figure out what they were on their own. It was a DIFFICULT time in their youth mistakes were made repeatedly because they had no idea what they were doing. And with those mistakes came one that would change his brother forever. 

He started to run with the wrong crowd, a rag-tag group of supernatural orphans like them. But they were up to no good. He couldn’t count how often Tobias found himself bailing his brother out of trouble. When he got the frantic call from his brother, Tobias knew this time was different. It didn’t take long for him to find where he was. Their bond was so strong, and he found him crouched in a corner like a babe near a dead body when he arrived, the flesh of the body torn asunder, his blood stand lips stetted in fear as the figure loomed next to him. 

Arcadius was evil; he could feel it like nothing he’d experienced in his life. He was offering his brother a way out. A life of power and immortality, and all he had to do was serve him.  

That protectiveness kicked in, Tobias standing between the unity and his brother. As he looked down at the shaking form of his brother, he had to make a choice. So he offered himself instead, allowing them immortality to allow Tobias to continue to look after him to let his brother live a normal life. And in return, Tobias would serve him. Let his brother live a normal life. 

That was twelve years ago; his soul was now as dark and twisted as the man he served. The only bit of light he had was the fact his brother wasn’t what he was. That he was gifted a second chance at a normal life. He could grow old and die and not have to see the dark things Tobias saw and inflicted. 

At Whitmore, he is hoping to find a way to reverse what he is. To break the deal struck, a desire to get further and further away from him. Feeding the beast, he becomes serving the entity with vigor. But isn’t that the price you pay when protecting the people you love? 

[maigo-san]

Rantan is a mixture of fluff, angst and reincarnation.

Reincarnation being the main one cause the creator didn't have to do that. But they did, they did that for us.

Anon, these are so true!

I know this isn’t directly related to rentan but one of the biggest themes in KNY is basically when Yoriichi said that even if times and place change, they are certain to reach the same place. This doesn’t just mean that everything will eventually unfold or that things will always be held accountable but also how people and things will repeat again like a cycle. Rentan is meant to meet and will meet again in the next life. Their bond is shown with hikomomo at the end but I also love how we didn’t see them together for long because the canon really did a good job demonstrating the trope of “the right person at the wrong time” and still feel good about it. Despite feeling the disappointment that rentan can only see each other for a very short time, Kyoujurou still gave a huge impact throughout the story (I mean he keeps popping up whenever Tanjirou feels down). He is Tanjirou’s muse, but also, I talked to my friends maybe a few weeks ago and how I just realized that Kyoujurou has been keeping an eye on him even before they meet again on the Mugen Train. Basically, he made quite an impression during trial.

It's said that he doesn’t have a tsuguko because his training is hard and people bailed. But a tsuguko must be someone that a hashira finds suited. During the trial, even though we see it from Tanjirou’s point of view, Ufotable added that in the anime, Kyoujurou asked Shinobu what she wanted to do with Tanjirou since she doesn’t take him as her tsuguko. I think this is a very simple exchange but to me, it’s very important because Kyoujurou has a very high standard and it's such a hit or miss situation that he can find a suitable tsuguko, Tanjirou hasn’t even shown his sword-wielding skill yet his words and high spirit resonated with Kyoujurou’s own principle. Even though during the trial Kyou was adamant that they both get executed. In Mugen Train we can also see how Kyoujurou witnesses himself that Tanjirou is not like any other. We also know how he has accepted him and was even touched that he stood up to him even during his last moment. In fact, I can argue that it's a new experience for Kyoujurou since he has always been the last one standing, the one that protects and stands up for others, "we can't allow the young buds to be plucked", and he is also the pillar in his own home. So it really does feel like he missed a chance of being with someone that he’s very compatible with and who will always be there for him (cough soulmates cough).

It's so good yet painful. Of course, I won’t say that hikomomo is a copy of these two but it shows that they have really good chemistry and it would be a shame to not give them a second chance, you know.

[nerdfins]

🌺 and 🥊 for any oc!

🌺 "Do they have any love interests?":

Ricochet, Triple Changer Decepticon OC, has three love interests. The first two are Knockout and Breakdown, whom she met in Iacon when she was on vacation. The duo, also on vacation, were jumped by a gang of ruffians as they tried to take a shortcut through an alley. Before anything could happen to them, Ricochet came to the rescue and gave them a chance to escape. Ricochet was arrested for being involved in the fight. (Fun fact: Prowl was her arresting officer and kicks himself years later over 'If I had known what she'd become...") Knockout and Breakdown paid her bail, fixed the damage she received, and invited her to spend time with them. They tour Iacon together, and even unknowingly went to the same underground Gladiator match, (Ricochet as a participant and Decepticon recruiter and KOBD as spectators). When their vacations were up, Knockout and Breakdown gave Ricochet an open invitation to come to Velocitron and stay with them. Ricochet said she'd think about it, and after a hellish week back to work in the Tarn mines she left.

Knockout ran a bodywork studio (and a shady side business in the basement) with Breakdown his assistant. In return for being able to stay with them (and being given a better paint job than garish Construction Safety Orange, which becomes a running joke), Ricochet helps around the studio. She also helps Breakdown with side-work and teams up in a fight ring with him. The three grow close. Ricochet is half-Vosian/Seeker and interested in being in a Trine but isn't sure what the Grounders would think. Turns out their feelings for her had deepened and they are Trine bonded. In my AU Trines come in multiple flavors, and this one is very much a Romantic one. When the Council tries to bring in Ricochet from Velocitron for questioning about her Sire's Decepticon activities on Cybertron, Ricochet has to leave her Trine behind to deal with it. She hopes the Functionalists will leave them alone if she's not around. The Council has other ideas.

The other one is Starscream. This is very much an Enemies to Lovers trope, and I'm not sure how it's going to go. The working one is that Starscream wanted to use Ricochet and her closeness to Lord Megatron as his mentee/adopted offspring to get to him. He then realizes that he has no shot (or so he thinks) with Ricochet being in a Romantic Trine, and he might actually like the Triple Changer. Instead of dealing with this in a healthy way, Starscream becomes more of an ass than usual to keep his fellow Commander away. It gets to the point they duke it out, and that's where things turn. Ricochet's opinion of him softens after they finally sit down and talk like damn adults, and Starscream becomes bolder, eventually asking to do a one-time secret FWB thing. Ricochet agrees with Knockout and Breakdown's blessing (they figure out it was him immediately). Soon it becomes more than a one-time thing.

Here's where I'm not sure how it goes. As Third in Command, Ricochet's job is to keep the Second in check. Maybe she's not interested at first and sees this as a way to keep him in line, and her Conjunx agree. But then she grows feelings, and drama ensues. Or her feelings are legitimate, and her Trine and Starscream's play interference to keep it quiet.

Megatron is no fool though...

Either way, things improve and soon Ricochet and Starscream sparkbond. It's done in a ritual called Crossing of the Trines, where partners from two Trines bond, therefore connecting them together.

🥊 "What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?":

Ricochet loves to read, especially sappy romance novels. Stories with a guaranteed HEA (Happily Ever After) let her escape from her lower-caste life. She also enjoys sparring matches as a way to get out her aggression and frustrations, and it led to her joining Megatron in the Gladiator arena. As for what she hates: Paperwork. Absolutely hates doing paperwork. She and Starscream will put off doing the reports needed to the point that eventually they are forced to spend a day in a room just finishing up forms. They have fun with it though, and critique and laugh over what sad excuses of reports they are given.

Ricochet: "How is everything on here misspelled?! These things have spellcheck!"

Starscream: "Skywarp said the red squiggly lines annoyed him and turned it off."

Ricochet: "How did you guess it was him?"

Starscream: "Because I purposefully put it into your pile."

Ricochet: "Jackaft."

[crownbonding]

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Introduction:

Nestled in the heart of South Carolina, Greenville stands as one of the state's largest cities, boasting a population of nearly 70,000 residents. Despite its vibrant community, the unexpected can happen, and finding oneself on the wrong side of the law can be a disconcerting experience. When facing arrest in Greenville, SC, the priority becomes swift release to resume daily life or prepare a defense for an upcoming court hearing. This is where the crucial role of bail bonds in Greenville comes into play, offering a lifeline to those entangled in the legal system.

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In times of legal distress, Crown Bonding Company emerges as a beacon of support for individuals seeking a timely release from custody. Understanding the urgency of the situation, the licensed bondsmen at Crown Bonding Company specialize in providing the necessary bail bonds to expedite the release process. As one of the fundamental aspects of the legal system, posting bail can often be an expensive endeavor, but with the assistance of professionals, the burden becomes more manageable.

The Arrest Process Unveiled:

Facing arrest can be a bewildering and intimidating experience, especially for first-time offenders. At Crown Bonding Company Lamal Thompson acknowledges the challenges that individuals confront during such trying times and endeavors to simplify the process. Once charged, a bail amount is set, determining the financial obligation required for release. Crown Bonding Company steps in to pay that bond, allowing individuals to regain their freedom with a commitment to appearing in court on the scheduled date.

The Bail Bonds Commitment:

While the immediate relief of securing a bail bonds in Greenville is evident, it comes with a crucial commitment – the obligation to honor the court date. Failure to appear on the scheduled court date not only jeopardizes the individual's legal standing but also triggers the full repayment of the bond amount, leading to a re-arrest. The bond, essentially a contract, underscores the importance of fulfilling legal obligations to avoid further legal complications.

Nonetheless, Crown Bonding Company aims to alleviate the stress associated with legal matters by providing guidance and support throughout the process. Recognizing that life can be unpredictable, the company offers a reassuring message: a momentary lapse in judgment should not define an individual's entire life. Crown Bonding Company is committed to assisting each person with their bail bond needs, emphasizing that there is support available for those in need.

The Human Element of Bail Bonds:

At Crown Bonding Company, the emphasis is not just on the financial transaction but on the human element of the situation. The team understands that behind every case is an individual with a unique story and circumstances. Their commitment to getting individuals back on the right track is a testament to their belief in the possibility of redemption and a second chance.

Conclusion:

In the face of legal challenges, the importance of swift and reliable assistance cannot be overstated. Crown Bonding Company fo bail bonds in Greenville operating in the heart of Greenville, SC, stands as a trustworthy ally for those navigating the complexities of the legal system. By providing bail bonds, the company not only facilitates the timely release of individuals but also offers a lifeline for those seeking redemption and a chance to move forward.

As individuals strive to overcome the consequences of a momentary lapse in judgment, At Crown Bonding Company Lamal Thompson serves as a reminder that support is available, and freedom is not beyond reach. In Greenville, SC, where the legal system can be both daunting and intricate, Crown Bonding Company is committed to helping each person on their journey to reclaiming control of their life and paving the way for a brighter future.

Please Contact

Crown Bonding Company

Phone: 864.233.5225

Email: crownbonding@gmail.com

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Donald J. Trump is now inmate number P01135809 at the Fulton County Jail. He was released on $200,000 bond, which he arranged without having to stop at the Second Chance Bail Bond office (as Giuliani had to do). It was fly in, close every freaking Interstate in Atlanta, go in the jail by the secure sally port away from the crowd of supporters and foes, take the best mugshot in history, and leave by the same way. I don’t think the trial will ever happen, by the way.

Look at this pose. Classic.