#she recognized him but played it cool lmfao

[bunnyrafe]

𓊆ྀིWE NEED TO TALK !𓊇ྀི — when soft pogue!reader gets caught up, rafe decides it’s time for some discipline within their dynamic.

♥︎ 𝓃otes: apologies if it bothers you that the first section is in one POV and the rest is in another, just wanted to experiment a bit / set the scene. hope everyone enjoys xoxo

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. 1.2k. taboo / toxic themes. father figure bf!rafe & soft pogue!reader AU. controlling behavior, use of daddy & dad, manhandling, impact play (spanking w/ a belt), crying, aftercare.

rafe knows in his heart that his girl doesn't do things to upset him on purpose. at least that's what he would like to think.

he can't imagine her deliberately breaking rules, no matter how vicious her bratty streak may be. she's always been careful to not make him too upset, and is remorseful after the fact if she does manage to get under his skin or do something unsatisfactory. but sometimes, things can't be forgiven so easily.

it all started with a text. her phone vibrated on the bed and that cute, little ringtone she picked out echoed through the room, piquing rafe's interest. she's always given him access to her phone so today shouldn't be any different. he recognizes the name that’s displayed on her screen— a close friend. a fellow pogue.

u act like he's ur dad or smth don't let him control you like that

ugh stop it's not like that :(((

then what's the issue? ??? just sneak away while he's sleeping tonight lmfao

it stings a bit as he reads through the messages, because he knows these are things that normal people her age do. he knows that this is where their age difference becomes a problem even with the dynamic they’ve built…

i'll see what i can do

u better who gives af what that old kook thinks

at first, rafe really tries not to hold it against her. afterall they’re not her words. but as his mind wanders, and he reads over “i’ll see what i can do” time and time again, he wonders how many message threads like this she’s hidden from him and deleted. how many times she’s contemplated sneaking out as if he’d ever give her the opportunity to do such a thing.

he can’t help but start seeing red. he does everything in his power to keep her safe under his roof, only to receive things like this in return. she’ll always be a filthy pogue— he thinks to himself.

maybe he’ll just have to be more proactive when it comes to her.

when you step out of your bath, you immediately wrap yourself up in your fluffiest robe. you pad into your shared bedroom and think about which lotion ‘n mist you want to put on for the day, clearly content now that you’re all soft and clean.

but instead of making your way to your vanity, you immediately stop in your tracks upon seeing rafe’s belt laying on your duvet. it’s a sign that you don’t take lightly. even more so when you hear his footsteps behind you.

he breathes in deep before opening his mouth to speak. the sound of his voice makes you jump despite how calm he is, “go sit down on the bed f’me, angel.”

your eyes are already burning with tears.

rafe stands in front on you as you gingerly take your seat on the edge of the bed, nervously folding your trembling hands in your lap. yet your gaze follows rafe’s own hands intently when he suddenly pulls your phone out of the pocket of his slacks and holds it up with a familiar text thread on your screen— fuck.

“i promise, daddy!” you’re wailing before you can think about what you’re saying, “i wasn’t gonna sneak out!”

rafe purses his lips and nods, locking eyes with you, “oh, i believe you— but y’thought about it, didn’t you?”

you fall quiet. bottom lip wobbling because you know there’s no way you can possibly escape whatever he has planned for you. you don’t put up a fight when rafe guides you to turn around, when they lay you down and he tells you to stay that way in a stern voice. he yanks on the tie of your robe while you're tummy down, stripping it off of you until you're shivering in the cool air of your bedroom.

bare and nervously anticipating his next move.

out of the corner of your eye, you see him pick up his belt. you’re sure he’s wrapping the leather around his fist, getting a good grip so there’s no doubt in either of your brains that the first crack on your plump ass won't hurt like hellfire.

you smell so sweet and cozy to rafe’s nose, like warm sugar cookies and milk. it almost makes him feel bad for what he's about to do to you. especially when he sees you holding your little fawn that’s been resting on the bed to your chest for dear life, wiping your tears with her artificial fur and sniffling into your stuffed friend. his breathing falters for a second but his hands flex and grip around the leather in his fist nonetheless—

“you know the drill, angel face. take your punishment like a good girl ‘n you’ll be fine— dad’ll take good care of you afterwards.”

5 swats on your ass that you're commanded to keep high in the air. that’s all it is— but that doesn’t mean you’re not in hysterics after each one. squirming and sobbing into your bedding as pain induced heat spreads over your entire body, shakily counting after each one. you’re not sure what’s worse. the biting pain itself or the dull ache it brings on between your thighs.

the number you babble out is always followed by an apology ("i'm so sorry, daddy) and a sniffle that tugs on rafe's heart strings. he's more relieved than you are when he drops the belt to the ground with a thud. by then you're delirious.

rafe’s finger tips graze your stinging cheeks, forcing a mewl out of you before he steps around the bed and sits next to your shaking form. he welcomes you into his arms and you’re quick to grab at him, yanking on the crisp cotton of his button up as you situate yourself in his lap with a sore bum.

“wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispers against your hairline, but you’re still too stunned to say anything in return—

“y’know, baby— i don’t like hurting you, not one bit, but i can’t have you— fuckin’ talking behind my back like that… especially not to your lil’ pogue friends,” he rubs your sides as speaks, “don’t you respect your daddy?”

“i know.” you whisper into his chest, “i promise i respect you, daddy— s’much… no more talking behind your back.”

“that’s my good girl.”

rafe gives you a fat kiss after that. he tucks his fingers under your chin and forces your pretty, little head to tilt towards him. his lips meet yours in such a needy but delicate way, it makes your head spin as you feel loved but understood in the most fucked up of ways— “my best girl,” he whispers into your pouty mouth while you try to chase after him for more smooches.

he pats your thigh, then his hand travels upwards to rub over the skin of your ass that’s hot to the touch. you wince at the contact.

“stay here f’me,” rafe says, and you’re nodding like a loyal puppy before he even explains himself, “gonna get your lotion and some water for you.”

you’re a little reluctant to let him leave, holding onto his larger hand until he swears he’ll be quick— yet you find yourself smiling as he walks away, head fully in the clouds. nothing about any of this is conventional. you never admitted it was… but maybe you’re finally at peace with the fact that no one else has to understand what happens between the two of you. not even your friends.

[baddiecarl]

Streamer! Carl Grimes x Streamer! reader

Like Chandler Riggs, Carl Grimes in a normal world would also totally be a streamer. Here’s a peek into what it might be like to be his streamer crush!  (Also I’m pushing a slight resident evil agenda in this, I grew up watching my dad and brother play them and waited with bated breath to actually be able to play them myself!  It’s my favorite video game series of all time if you can’t tell lol)

For maximum enjoyment, please watch the clip I put right under this because I referenced it in this story!

  “Do I know who (your screen name) is?”  Carl says, reading his chat.  “No, I’ve never heard of them, gimme a second.”  He picks his phone up off his desk and types the name into google, coming up with endless pictures of you playing video games, doing cooking and baking streams, making art, reacting to the memes people made for you, all the things your streams are widely loved for.  Realizing he was quiet for longer than he probably should’ve been, he speaks up. “Oh yeah I’ve seen her before, she does awesome resident evil speedruns! I didn’t recognize the name at first, but yeah, I know who she is!”  

“Omg he’s blushing!”

“Is bro blushing rn?”

“Looks like no one’s immune to the charms of (y/s/n) lmfao”

  The teasing comments poured in while Carl did his best to play it cool and laugh them off, “yeah she’s pretty cute,” he admits through a soft smile as he focuses on the game he was streaming before he looked you up.  Teasing chats trickled in every once in a while, but for the most part, the topic was changed completely and by the time the stream was over he had almost forgotten about the situation entirely. 

  Little did he know that the next day your viewers would also ask you if you knew Carl.  Having been a streamer for quite some time you’ve seen a lot of clips of other streamers and you immediately recognized the name Carl.  “Oh my god, is that the dude who sucks at fall guys?”  You joked as you pulled up the clip of him failing epically at fall guys. “If you get eliminated at this part then you don’t deserve a single win,” he said, seconds before getting eliminated on the exact part he was referring to.  “He’s fucking hilarious,” you remarked as you smiled while you watched the video.  Well, that didn’t go unnoticed by any of your viewers either.

“She’s straight up giggling and kicking her feet lol”

“He called you cute on his stream yesterday”

“He called you cute on his stream yesterday”

  Man, did your fans come in clutch or what?  Returning to your game, you saved that bit of information for later, knowing that it probably got clipped and posted by now.  After you finished up your game and ended the stream you finally got to look up the clip.  You couldn’t help but laugh while you watched him read the comments and grow more and more red with each one that came in.  “Yeah, she’s pretty cute.”  THERE IT IS! HE ACTUALLY SAID IT!!  This was all you needed to want to reach out. 

  A couple of days later, Carl was streaming again as usual when he felt his phone vibrate.  A DM from…(y/s/n)??  Holy shit, okay, play it cool.  He tried to hide his shock and excitement as he opened the message but still, a goofy smile crept onto his face while he read it.  

“Hey, Carl!  It’s come to my attention that we have quite a bit of an overlapping fanbase so I thought it’d be a great idea to play a game together sometime!  Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to play fall guys ;)”

  By the time he was done reading your message, the grin had broken out into a full-blown smile and he hid his nervous and excited laughing behind his hand.  To no avail, his viewers saw this immediately and began teasing him, asking if (y/s/n) was making him blush again.  “No guys, that’s not it, don’t worry about it,” he said, still trying to hide his bashfulness.  Yet, again clocked by his fans, they knew he was lying.  But they weren't the only ones who knew he wasn't telling the truth, because you had joined the stream just before you sent your message.  You wanted to see him blush just by the sheer mention of you one more time, so you arranged to send it while he was streaming.  You were overjoyed to see him pick up his phone, and judging by his reaction you knew he had to have read it. 

He’s quiet for a minute while he types on his phone and you watch the text bubble pop up on your phone.

“I’ve noticed the same thing haha! I think that’d be awesome, but for the record, we will be playing fall guys so I can prove I’m not ‘the guy who sucks at fall guys’”

  You grinned at his message, not failing to see the humor in the fact that he did the exact thing you did, looking up the clip from your stream where the chat had brought him up.  You respond to his message simply and sweetly.

 “Fair enough! I get to pick the game we play next time we do it then!” 

“Sounds like a deal!”  Carl replies, his heart skipping a beat at the implication of you wanting to do a stream with him more than once.  Carl’s voice coming from your computer removes your attention from your phone. “Alright sorry about the pause there guys, I had a very important message to respond to,”  he says, refocusing on his game all while he's still being teased for his very obvious change in behavior since his phone buzzed.  Giggling at him regarding your message as very important, you sat back and watched him play his game, cracking up at the jokes he made.  After he wraps up his stream, you’re left sitting at your computer, alone with your thoughts and they’re all about Carl.  

  About three minutes into zoning out, you're startled by the buzzing of your phone.  You unlock your phone to see another DM from Carl. 

“Do you think I could have your discord or maybe your phone number if you don't have that? I just thought it might be easier to communicate that way if we’re going to be doing streams together.”  How does his nervous dorky voice translate so well through text?  It’s almost like you could hear him stammering over asking for your phone number.  Doing your best to reassure him, you reply: “I do have discord! But you can have my number too!  It’s ***-***-****!”

“Thanks (y/n), I’m really excited about collabing with you!  I was kinda shocked to see that you messaged me, even though I’m pretty sure this was orchestrated by our followers lol”

What can you say?  Your followers really do come in clutch!

Me again! I hope you guys like this while you wait on the next part of Carl Grimes x Dhampir! reader! Also I hope you enjoyed that clip of Chandler sucking at fall guys, I really wanted to include that in this fic lol

[fairydares]

imo Nirvana was one of Fairy Tail’s weaker arcs but some points were stellar

1. the official guilds decided they needed to create an alliance and show a united front against the dark guilds, so which wizards does Makarov choose to send in the name of unity and cooperation? Natsu and Gray, who share one braincell when in the same room and fight constantly; Erza, who’s fascist on accident unless it's on purpose; Lucy, whose local nickname is “the Blonde Devil”; and Happy, who thrives on chaos and the annoyance of his comrades.

2. Brain is somehow under the impression that Jellal being revived will go well and cause no problems for him whatsoever. After Wendy is forced to heal Jellal, he wakes up and--in true Kikyo form--blasts the shit out of anyone who attempts to breathe in his direction. Then, without missing a beat, he ambles gothly through the woods to make a suicide pact with the gate to entropy without a single thought in his head--quite literally, as Cobra explicitly confirms. Intermittently several people scream at him that he’s a huge piece of shit and they hate his guts and they're going to kick his ass and the entire time he’s like

3. Gray and Lyon fighting together

to beat this guy

who brags literally every single second he's on-screen about how he’s faster than Lightning and even goes so far as to claim he’s "the fastest man alive"--only for it to turn out that he moves at aggressively average speeds and just makes everyone around him move really slow lmfao

4. Angel's entire character design. I'm not denying it's fanservicey and normally I hate that but I just can't make myself dislike this look. Made me wistful on my last rewatch because I personally think her character design goes to shit by the end of the series

5. The foreshadowing of how Wendy is bound by fate and history to both Natsu and (even moreso) Erza. Natsu recognizes Wendy even though he didn't recognize Gajeel. Erza and Wendy notice each other right away. Wendy ignores everyone else's protests and follows her own moral code to revive Jellal, the love of Erza's life and the mage who would wind up up playing a crucial role in helping Natsu defeat Brain/Zero & ending the potential threat of Nirvana. When the Cait Shelter's secret is revealed, Erza is the first one who understands what this will mean for Wendy, and she's the one who offers the girl comfort in her own grief.

6. Debut of the "wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy" Dragon Slayer, AKA Cobra.

7. Celestial spirits go on strike finally. Even though a lot of things immediately leading up to this were kinda stupid imo it was both sad and inspiring to see Gemini and Caelum refuse to attack a mage who treated them with respect and compassion instead of like slaves. These guys need a union. Urano Metria was cool, too, but I don't love how Lucy learned it tbh.

8. I actually thought Natsu accepting Jellal's Flames of Rebuke to beat Brain was a really good poignant moment. Brain said something to the effect of, "The recipient of those flames accepts the sins of the caster," as Jellal was offering them to Natsu, not-so-subtly indicating that Natsu's acceptance of the flames was him taking the first step to forgiving Jellal and accepting him as an ally.

[thebuggiest]

The Magnus Protocol ep 1-4 thoughts

So many spoilers for TMA and TMAGP under the cut lmfao god it's good to be back on my bullshit

FIRST SHIFT- First file? case? whatever, that's deffo this universe's anglerfish. The speaker says that something took Jacob into the shadows, and the returned Jacob's comment on being "some of him" mirrors what Sarah Baldwin said to Jon in TMA ep 96: "Some of her. Skin, a few memories. Not on the inside." Fun callback to the first episode of TMA. Second file elicits a reaction from Sam because of the mention of the Magnus Institute, so the horrible thing he's seen that was mentioned in the TMAGP interview-with-Lena trailer is likely linked to it. Also, the Magnus Institute burning down… I really hope that means this universe has a Gertrude, and she's still around. I'd also like to point out the mention of strange symbols found in the Institute. I'll talk more about this soon. Also: what or who killed redcanary? There's a part of me that wonders if there's an Archivist wandering in the tunnels beneath the institute similar to the one under Alexandria in TMA ep 53 (rc mentions spelunking specifically, not just urban exploration, which is why I think he went into the tunnels for sure.) Other notes: Teddy quit. You can quit here. That's good to know. Less comforting is that the recording of Sam and Alice in the bar sounds like it came through one of their phones- muffled and not in the office where the computer microphones can get at them. Also: Gwen Bouchard is interesting. I want to know why she's too stubborn to look for work elsewhere, as clearly she isn't wanting for money. She could have some affinity for government secrets due to some connection with the Eye, but even in TMA's universe Elias was just an upperclass meatsuit for Jonah Magnus. I'll be curious to see what unfolds.

MAKING ADJUSTMENTS- I have a hunch that Ink5oul is going to pop up again. It seems like a rich vein to plumb given how the tattoo they(she?) gave their victim and what unfolded seemed tailored to her. Plus, they were the instigator of the horror without being its focus, and they've got a big cool tattoo that will make them easy to recognize. More importantly, the victim apparently found Ink5oul when looking up symbols for a commission involving alchemy. I think alchemical symbols (or other weird occult symbolism) might crop up as a recurring motif in TMAGP, as they mentioned symbols in the Institute as well (placed there by the inhabitants or whoever started the fire?) Other notes: Alice has a brother named Luke who is part of a moderately successful band but doesn't play an instrument. I'll circle back to that.

PUTTING DOWN ROOTS- Nice gristly little (probably) Corruption linked story. Outside of the case, I like that Alice's devil-may-care attitude makes it hit harder when she tells Sam she's being serious about something. It's also kind of interesting to see that Sam gets along much better with Gwen than Alice does. I wonder if that comes from a dislike of confrontation. I'm also curious to see where this mention of redundancies goes-- it's a contrast to TMA, in which getting let go was not something they had to worry about.

TAKING NOTES- The story about the murder violin is quite clearly Slaughter, and yet the fact that it thirsts for his physical suffering as well gives a tint of Desolation over the thing, despite the lack of firey motifs. Maybe we'll get more of the gray areas between powers in TMAGP. Something I really want to speculate about though is whether someone's little brother in a band might get hold of the evil violin sometime. That would be sick. More in line with the story: Merchant immediately reminds me of both Breekon and Hope and Mikaele Salesa. We will see if he and/or his oddly shaped sack come back into things. I wonder if the sack is an artifact itself, as he sounded a little surprised by the appearance of the violin in its depths. Other notes: Interesting that the computer system (I forget how they said Freddy was 1337ed out) is dropping info for both Alice and Gwen here. I could have sworn Alice just exploited a loophole or something to find out about Sam's snooping-- except that's the exact opposite of what she's been telling him to do. And Gwen seemed like she was just doing her job when the video or audio file dropped into her workstation.

Anyways. Excited to hear the next ep tomorrow.

[joviantwelve]

watched spiderverse

impressions and theories below!

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY!!!

ok so

1. glad they made the spot so cool. underrated villain in the catalogue

2. I FORGOT IT ENDED ON A CLIFFHANGER AUGH!!!!!!! SOBBING

3. a lot of moving pieces tho so I can see why that was a necessary decision. matrix 2/3 vibes over here

4. totally called miles getting sent to the wrong dimension. number was wrong, mom's eye color was wrong, she said his hair was different.......tragic tho

5. I always love and hate it when a groundbreaking piece of media uses ideas I've had for a while LMFAO. like it's so frustrating in the sense that "now people will assume I am ripping this thing off" but cool in the "YES THE WRITERS FEEL ME" sense.

my main Rixile story has the "you're an anomaly not supposed to be here, as you are now, to begin with" kinda thing, complete with accidentally getting yeeted to the dimension you technically relate to but isn't your home, where everything is now bleak because history spun away from its course so bad.

so anyway RE: the end of the movie, I take it this is the typical comic book "crime rules the city" kind of dimension cuz there's just no hero at all. always fun!!

OK ACTUAL THEORIES

6. prowler miles will become good after being inspired by spider miles. i hope

7. I'm assuming the main theme is "you CAN fight fate because fate is just a made up concept" cuz they've already talked about the "predetermined events" just being based on their study and models and shit. science is meant to be challenged. prophecies are also meant to be challenged. this is just a prophecy with science on top. and might also be a metatextual commentary on comic book AU-type characters?!??!? maybe??

man we're really into meta movies lately huh. the EEAAO nod was very funny

8. in that vein I'm also assuming whatever happened to that dimension miguel hopped into was not directly related to him being anomalous but rather him mistaking correlation for causation. and showing him you maybe CAN rescue a dimension from collapse would challenge that worldview. and hey we have a collapsing dimension right there already in the story! let's fix that!!

9. it would be cool if there was a spacetime loopy thing going on and spot is what caused that thing to happen tho, and miguel just got the wrong idea from it. though I guess that might be too far from the other message of "shit just happens sometimes and you have to deal" and I don't want them forcing a golden ending or anything. just might be cool if miguel is mistaken. lighten up a little mr. manpain

FINAL THOUGHTS

10. spiders-man was my jokey wish for these movies and he was not there, tragically, but there being a third movie is at least some hope for me.

I don't even need him to do anything big I just want lord & miller to point out how fucking horrifying his concept is in their typical joke style

11. finally I liked all the cute little references here and there. in the best way you can do it which is "unobtrusive but if you know you know." spectacular spider-man finally recognized after all this time. jk simmons recognized as the only actor that is allowed to play JJJ. gotta love it.

[ckret2]

OMG YES THE EPISODE WITH MURKYS BACKSTORY WAS A GAME CHANGER. pretty much my entire career of interaction with fictional media I've been obsessed with things like villain origin stories from before they were bad and/or redemption arcs, which is a big part of what draws me to "the axolotl reincarnates bill in a human form as cosmic punishment" au's. and i had a very similar experience with video rental stores! also having my parents scour the internet for episodes on piracy sites full of malware ridden popup ads. lately i have been heavily considering getting a tattoo of rainbow herself, you're definitely pushing me towards booking that appointment! 👁️🕳️

I'm like, all het up over the injustice. His mom punishes him for using colors and it messes him up so bad he spends the rest of his life trying to clean up colors, and then AGAIN his mom punishes him for GETTING RID of colors? without ever once recognizing the part she played in the man he's become?? I'm so mad. This infant with a mustache did not deserve that. Someone give him therapy.

My first ever Favorite Movie was Return of Jafar, where (uhhh spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen it in the last 29 years) Jafar's henchparrot Iago slowly comes to reassess his villainous associations, switches sides to Aladdin's gang, and (briefly) sacrifices himself to save Aladdin & friends; and like, as a preschooler I was obsessed. I've been into villains and redemption arcs and villains-befriending-heroes stories ever since. I'm sure Iago is a contributing factor to why I'm writing a Bill redemption fic today.

Follow ur dreams, especially if it's something you've loved a LONG time. I wanted an Invader Zim tattoo since high school, finally got one almost a decade later, and several years later still am pleased with it—but I knew I'd be pleased with it because of how long I'd consistently wanted it even when IZ wasn't my active hyperfixation. If a story has been part of you for years and years I think getting a tattoo to honor it is really cool! (Just... don't do what I did and get an allergic reaction from one of the ink colors lmfao. It's possible to get tested at a dermatologist for allergies to common tattoo ink pigments and i def shoulda done that, I recommend that if you have the opportunity.)

[empyreasheart]

I RETURN WITH MORE QUESTIONS. and one topic on my mind. xion xion xion xion xion xion XION shes so interesting and your hcs are always so good do you have any about her or the sea salt trio in general. i miss them so much (also i know you have work to do sorry if this is a distraction from it!! feel free to leave this ask for later)

IM FREEE WHICH MEANSSS I CAN TALK ABOUT MY DEAR DEAR XION!!!! no joke i have been thinking about her all day.

first off i LOVEEE xion so much. whenever i see her get attention and love im so happy. when i see her i have a habit of going "XIONNNN" super loudly.

im putting this under a read more cuz its gotten super long oops

my xion headcanons... well first of all i love every reading of her character as a trans allegory & how people intepret her as either trans or nonbinary! i dont think it was done on purpose but shes been claimed by the commjnity and im so happy about it. transfem xion my beloved. second of all shes autistic TO ME but honestly everyone in soras heart hotel is so thats a given. third of all give me xion with big dark brown eyes or give me death!

what id like to see explored in future games / i fanwork: her identity! we see roxas's frustration and anger about being his own person plenty but we hardly see xion upset at her predicament. i think this is because she wants to do the right thing, not because shes okay with the situation. i really want to see xion's feelings about not having her own identity explored, given that everything about her is based on either sora or his memories of kairi and she was basically created in a lab as a tool for organization 13. she should feel weird about existing in the first place, especially next to roxas and naminé, who dont have the same history behind their creation

in addendum to that, i want to see xions character design change to something more unique. she already has a new outfit, but id love to see her have a new hairstyle (whether she grows it out or just puts it up) so she has something different than a mirror of kh1 kairi's hair. i think ive also mentioned that i think itd be interesting if xion had her own eye color after kh3 (side note its bullshit we never got to see her norted eyes in kh3. she shouldve played a bigger role in the story too but thats another rant) to symbolize that shes her own person now, not a puppet meant to copy sora. lastly she !!! deserves !!! her own keyblade!!! there's so many cool keyblades from days to choose from & theres the weapons from her boss fight - theres no reason for her to still be using the kingdom key and i really hope she gets her own soon.

i keep thinking about what you said about xion not being another "nice" girl character and im like... so true. i dont think xion would be mean i want to go about it in a way that doesnt completely rewrite her character but i think exploring how she copes with her past w/ both organizations & her identity & trauma would be interesting, especially with how it parallels to naminé's own way of coping and dealing with her own trauma. theyre like Shy vs introverted to me lmfao i think xion tries to be friendly but overall she prefers to stay close to the people she feels safe around. i want to see xion be rude but in the autism way where she doesnt mean it shes just not aware. and stuff like that i guess. this paragraph was just word vomit my bad

THE SEA SALT TRIO... theyre seriously the family of all time i love them so much. ill just focus on xion here because this is already super long. BUT AXEL LOVES XION SO MUCH IT MAKES ME SICK THEYRE NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH.. the implication that lea subconsciously keeps his coat on in kh3 so xion (and roxas) can recognize him makes me so emotional. also the fact that lea just clicks with kairi because she also holds a part of xion inside her... AND WHEN HE BUYS HER AN ICE CREAM AND HE DOESNT EVEN REMEMBER WHY HES BUYING THREE. UGH. i love them so much. theyre definitely one of those duos found in the trios that dont get much attention which just draws me towards them more (like riku and kairi). i think lea is absolutely riddled with guilt about the events of days so he never lets xion forget that shes loved. i think xion is touch-averse *except* when it comes to roxas and lea because she feels safest around them.❤️

to end i will discuss roxas and xion . they are like a little orange cat and a little black cat to me. halloween colored. theyre so small i love them so much. i imagine when xion first meets the twilight town gang shes jealous bc roxas has other friends :( but roxas assures her shes super duper special to him and no one else can take her place in his life. they have such a unique bond that i dont know if any of the other characters have with each other. just something so special about those two. when it feels like no one else understands they have each other... and i think that makes for some angst when xion struggles with her own issues that even roxas cant relate to

[scarlethallow160]

LMFAO i was right

the tiktok that spoiled it for me before i got the game had comments being like “he’s taken now :(” “i wasnt happy when i saw him” etc. so i was like ..............oh. OH. they gave. sidon a love interest. cool. coolcoolcool.

well i made it to zora’s domain, on the way i stopped to look at the tablet thing thinking i recognized it from botw and after reading it was like LMAOOO fuck i was right

but like.....im fucking cracking up cuz im sorry not to be one of those “i hate x character cuz she gets in the way of x ship!!” but im laughing cuz 1.) shes,,,, not very cute 😭😭😭 IM SORRY its her design not her but i also realized i got spoiled to what she looks like without even knowing cuz another tiktok was on my page before i played being like “i dont want you i dont want you” as a joke while showing her and im just now realizing it was yona BUT I HAD THOUGHT IT WAS THE OLD GUY THAT WAS MEAN TO LINK IN BOTW LSKJLADSKJAS i didnt look at it very long in my defense tho cuz i scrolled as soon as i saw it was botw/totk related

BUT 2.) THE THING THAT RLY MADE ME CRACK UP is when i finally got there i was like okay this character with the name missing right now Obviously has to be yona the fiancee but then when you have to clear the sludge i thought it was mipha’s statue cuz she was like “its so important to us!” (again, in my defense last time i touched botw was just to do the castle/beat calamity ganon) SO WHEN IT SHOWED IT WAS A FUCKIN STATUE OF LINK AND SIDON I STARTED CRACKING UP like u cant kill sidlink and then make a fuckin statue of link riding sidon 💀💀💀 (they’re best friends alright)

anyway im on my way to actually see sidon so idk how things are gonna go i will say the tablet going on about him thinking of yona like his second sister?? before being engaged is kinda..... idk that doesnt sit right with me i hate when relationships go from “they’re like a sibling to me :’)” to being romantic all of a sudden

(and in general i hate when romance is developed/shoved in out of nowhere AGAIN i havent actually spoken with sidon yet but obviously there was nothing alluding to yona in botw)

[sniixnn]

warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers.

pairing : eddie munson x (gn) reader

notes : LMFAO IM BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A STRANGER THINGS POST WHO WOULDVE THOUGHT.. i’m literally so sorry though. from now on this is no longer a spoiler free blog as i can’t keep it in my pants for eddie munson and i’m going to be posting a ton about the new season ❤️ sorry y’all xx THIS IS UNEDITED BTW.

warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers. you have been warned again just to be safe lol. (there isn’t really any spoilers towards the show, but he’s a new character so i thought it would be good to put it there in case.)

tick, tick, tick.

you eyed the clock as the sound of it consumed the room completely. there was no one in the shop except for you; business was slow on mondays. your hand rested upon your palm, and you slid a pile of cd’s over towards yourself to flick through some of the deals that your store has. only the newer trending bands, and you looked around for a moment before sliding a ‘the police’ cd into your pocket.

tick, tick, tick.

it wasn’t until the last people payed and left the store that you realized that there was nothing stopping you from shutting up and packing away at all. you could just waltz out of there with some new cds — though you were technically getting paid to do nothing. you thought about your boyfriend, eddie, and thought about the time that you could be spending with him instead. it fueled your urge to jump over the counter, but you restrained yourself. he was probably playing DnD again — not that you hated it, the people were cool with you being around and the game was withstandable, (you didn’t understand a thing no matter how hard he tried to teach you) but you could just never see yourself spending valuable time playing the game.

the bell that hung above the store entrance rung, and you jumped to straighten your posture and welcome the newcomer.

‘hello! welcome to—‘ you cut yourself off, recognizing the long curled hair almost immediately. you eased yourself up, smiling. ‘speak of the devil.’

‘missed me, did you?’ eddie shuffled to the front of the counter to lean against it, planting a soft kiss against your lips.

snorting with amusement, you replied, ‘more like missing civilization.’ you huffed and rolled your eyes. ‘i haven’t seen a single person since the first hour of my shift.’ he hummed, sliding the stack of cds over to himself to browse. sliding a queen cd towards you, he grinned and said.

‘i’ll be your… what, 3rd buyer of the day?’ he joked, handing a 10 dollar note towards you. he brushed his hands on his jacket, smiling. ‘yeah, well, i missed you too.’ you sat in a silence, a comfortable one however as you had become close enough together to know that you didn’t need to chat with him in order to have a good conversation.

you eyed him as he drifted off, looking through the shelves of sheet music with interest before hurrying towards the instrument section of your shop. you noticed him lingering in the guitar section, taking time to look at all you had to offer. plucking an electric guitar off of the shelf, he hoisted the sling over his shoulder. ‘god, she’s beautiful.’ he said breathily, grinning as he plucked a few untuned strings.

‘i wish i got a greeting like that.’ you rolled your eyes, pouting as he laughed, shaking his head. ‘plus, don’t you have one already?’

he tilted his head, walking over towards you with the guitar still attached to his hip. ‘who says you can’t have more than one?’

‘i dunno, any sane person?’ you raised an eyebrow as he laughed in response.

‘then you should know that that’s not me.’ mimicking devil horns above his head he laughed, going to walk around the back of the counter. he approached you and sat on the floor beside you, cradling the guitar and remaining out of sight from anyone entering the store. ‘may i?’ he gestured towards the guitar.

‘i’m not stopping you.’ you shrugged simply, turning your attention to him but keeping an ear out for the ringing of the doorbell. his hands made quick work of getting in position and you couldn’t help but notice every detail about him - you loved eddie so much, because there was just something unique to his look every time. today, his hands were decorated with big silver rings and chipped black nail polish, and his ‘hellfire’ T-shirt was still on.

he started playing one of his own songs, and you remembered it almost instantly. it was how you met in the first place — you were an onlooker and he was on the stage. you weren’t too worried about the crowd, if you could call it that; 4 drunk men staggering around to an upbeat punk song. you wanted to hear good music — and that’s what you got. you stuck on like a sore thumb compared to the other people in the venue, so it wasn’t hard for eddie to find you. it was too much of a coincidence that you two when to the same school, but it wasn’t that either of you were complaining. you were surprised you never really recognized him, especially when he was apart of one of the most hated clubs in the school.

fate, you joked with him; it must have been fate.

you drummed your fingers against the counter as the snail like pace of the day and the raw sound of the strings washed over you like a wave, a sense of fatigue filling your sense. you let out an audible groan, resting your head against the counter.

‘jeez. i’m not boring you, am i?’ raising an eyebrow, his fingers came to a halt almost immediately. shaking your head you mumbled,

‘just tired, i promise.’ eyeing him out of the corner of your elbow you grinned. ‘keep playing.’ he resumed silently and you waited for the bell to ring, occasionally looking at the time before you slide down the counter and sit next to eddie. he’s focused, but he still takes time to look at you through the corner of his eye. you lean your head on his jacket, running a finger along the headstock of the guitar. ‘will you teach me how to play one day?’ and then he’s quiet, but he still manages to laugh.

‘i can’t believe it.’ you give him a confused face, and you obviously pulled a weird expression because he laughed. ‘you work in a music shop and you don’t even know how to play guitar. that’s like, a necessity.’ he looks at you and he stops playing. ‘i don’t know if we can even date anymore.’

‘what?’ you exclaim incredulously and then you laugh, both of you do, and he picks the strap over his shoulder and slings it over yours instead. you look at him — the guitars heavy and it makes you wonder how he holds it and plays for longer than an hour every week.

‘you really want to learn?’ you nod your head quickly and he shuffles to face in front of you. he grins, and his eyes flash with a knowing twinkle that always appears when he is really excited. you’ve known him only for a couple months, but it’s felt like forever. ‘okay.. but i’m not going to go easy on you just because your my partner.’ he warns, holding his hands out cautiously. you shift, preparing yourself as he grasps your hand and puts it on the neck.

‘okay.’ he puffs. ‘from the beginning.’

[danddymaro]

Strum Along | Revenant x fem reader

Reader is a bit of  a masochist /// you’ll see.

Warning if you don’t like choking than just skip this one { It’s basically the whole plot, which if I'm being honest I got from a meme lmfao)

The meme basically goes , “   I'm scared of fighting, because what if they choke me and I cum instead.    ”

Really, Really Crackish type because it’s rather silly, esp how it came to be.

I use some of his quotes in this// 

Don’t know if some of yall don’t keep up with the in story lore, but you should if not ! fanfic is cool, but  Apex has nice stories.  Angela Fazia is a minor character, not a made up one lol.

First POV to Third POV  switching

- This might have a follow up, headcannon type just cause i have an idea of some.

Word count: 5353

Strum Along

Seldom were there moments where Revenant felt...concerned.

No, Perturbed was the word that defined it better. 

He did the scaring off, not the other way around, and anything that had him on the other end was just...inconceivable.

- Truly unexpected.

And after it all went down, he mused that perhaps it was his own fault, because maybe if he hadn't specifically targeted you, he would have saved himself from the rediscovered embarrassment that had found home in him and now had judgment upon his every move.

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- (F/n) was only a small fry to him.

 Truly, She was no one.

She was just  a new competitor that had somehow scraped her way up to victory, allowing her in the same competition as the legends after a handful of losses under her belt, all outweighed by one, glorious one that kept trending in the media and spreading like wildfire. 

Images of her played on the feed, shared by thousands of fans that certainly held interest for the newcomer, as well as expectations.

As he watched her little interviews and interactions during her public welcome, Revenant scoffed, quickly understanding the new legend already, soon becoming familiar with the newest competitor by simply observing.

And that scoff quickly turned into a devilish laugh that filled his quarters.

Because (f/n) was absolutely Beloved by the crowd, and just about everything about her was awfully noble, holding a certain touch that was rather irksome to him.

‘Aren’t you...sweet?’ he thought to himself with sarcasm dripping from his words like venom from a viper’s fangs.

Everyone was cheering her on.

- so, he thought ;

  who better to ring by the neck?

Who better to target than the starry-eyed new competitor that had all the hope in the world sparkling in their eyes, and who had so many dreams and aspirations that it was enough to have crowds fall in love with them for that one, simple feat.

  What would be better than to destroy her, over and over, repeatedly until she was left devoid of what had made everyone love her?

Clearly, she was someone that had yet to be utterly crushed and conquered, and he'd figure he'd do it as a courtesy, 

‘ Considerer it something of a welcome,’ he mused darkly.

After all, it was a bloodsport wasn’t it?

- Might as well get used to it dear (f/n). 

"I plan on getting under your skin, " he voiced out lowly with promise, the moving image of (f/n) that was before him, a sight that was somewhat enticing as it had him coming near the screen, the idle movement of his hand finding purpose as it ghosted over the familiar face.

- So benevolent it was like she’d been saturated in sugar.

he’d stared for what felt like hours, time not holding any significance when he went through such trances.

At the moment he recognized the faint tremors and fails in her voice that occurred every now and then, the bubbling joy she felt nearly bursting through the interview with the chocolate haired journalist he knew well.

He remembered her terrorized expression as Forge’s blood splattered over her face, strings of scarlet painting her during the interview, a terror she more than likely had nightmares of.

A passing thought had Revenant amused as he thought of how she’d react to seeing him again, doing just the same with the precious girl she now seemed to fawn over.

- Would it be enough to drive her insane?

Perhaps, but he really didn’t care to bother, not when it would end things with (f/n) so soon.

“(f/n),” he then lowly uttered.

Silently, and with the same curious glance, he trailed a finger down (f/n)’s face, skimming down her cheek and wondering just how much he’d have to press down to get her to squeal.

- And much more, how much it’d take to draw blood.

“- You have to know you’re trending right now!” Angela informed the new legend, and that made your soft smile brighten, your eyes twinkling in a way that was just so damn....hopeful.

“Believe me, I’ve noticed,” you responded back with a small chuckle, clearly nervous, something the interviewer caught onto and was taken in as humility that was welcome. 

“- What’s on your mind,” she pressed on, leaning in with interest while you  seemed quick to let your guard down at the question, because it’d been something you’d itched to say, but didn’t know when to mention. 

Now was a good time, right?

“ - Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all of the encouragement and kind press,” you then added, grateful for such a welcome. “Luckily all I've seen are good things, so I must be doing something right,” you said with amusement, the last bit mostly reserved for yourself, not knowing what you did to earn such a fanbase, but certainly appreciative.

“- I’m just happy to be here,” you added.

 “ That being said, if I'm being honest...the media attention is a little overwhelming,” you admitted.

You could hardly go anywhere without being approached.

The woman sitting across you nodded, understanding as she modestly crossed her legs and leaned back into her chair, her eyes wide with wonder,

“Are you really (stage name)?” she asked with amusement, because, to think the competitor that successfully wiped out entire teams and had, had such a buzz for the last bloodbath was so...nice.

not only that, she wouldn’t have expected it from your appearance and overall serious demeanor you initially presented while in the games.

“ I will confess, and I’m sure I'm not the only one, but I expected you to be … a little different,” the primly dressed female admitted.

 That seemed to hit a funny mark in you as you laughed, mostly because you always did have the feeling that somehow you became someone else when you were out there, that, and that there was much more to you than just the surface.

It also wasn’t the first time you’d been told something similar.

‘-I’m not such a bitch!’ You inwardly mused, knowing that’s what she meant. 

‘My face doesn’t quite fit my personality,’  you then thought with amusement.

“- The one and only,” you said with assurance, “ And you’ll get to know more of me soon, because I'm not going anywhere,” you added with a sudden bravado  that made the woman across you enthusiastic and certainly surprised.

“- We’re all counting on it,” The reporter for the Outlands Journal  encouraged, and if the simulacrum could guess she was defiantly a fan of the newcomer. If he could take a wild guess it’d be that she was also amongst (f/n)’s loving crowd.

“So tell me,” Angela then started, “ - the other Legends,” she then said with a pause of suspense as she crossed her hands before her, her index fingers straight as they pressed to her own lips and narrowed her eyes at (f/n).

“-Your thoughts,” she went on, and the question piqued more interest within the simulacrum.

“- Oh! well, I've met octane before,” (f/n) then piped up, “And he’s a total sweetheart!” she then added, seeming enamored by the encounter, “ we even took a selfie together,” she mused. 

“I honestly can’t wait to see him again, though, I don’t think he even remembers me,” she added, not at all seeming troubled by the fact. 

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.

“So is he your favorite Legend?” (f/n) was asked, and the question had her laughing. 

“ He’s great, and fun to watch too, but no,” She said truthfully. 

“Oh? then who’s your favorite legend?” Angela asked, and (f/n) shook her head, clearly embarrassed, “ Oh no! I can’t,” she giggled, and Rev watched with genuine curiosity, wanting to know.

“Oh I see,” Angela said coyly as she waved her hand playfully, and it only made (f/n) behave even more...cutely.

After even more amusement between them and more idle talk, the brown haired woman then pressed a sole index finger to her lips as a sign of secrecy, smiling beneath the press, “Ok, Ok, we’ll move on,” she assured (f/n), and from there the interview became much more tame. 

“- I can’t wait to meet everyone though,” the (h/c) haired young woman said with anticipation, and the simulacrum’s eyes glowed more.

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“Don’t worry, We’ll get to know each other, real soon...real close and personal,” he said to himself, all as he tracked her down, watching her every move from the shadows, never too far from her because he had to make sure that no one else took what he’d claimed.

- A new toy, so breakable and untouched by his claws, unscathed by any other.

  What more could he ask for?

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Every now and then he saw you stop, your eyes skimming over the area, and you looked so much like a frightened mouse that he couldn't wait to pounce on you just to see what true fear would do that little, worried face.

- You could feel it, and he knew it.

In the midst of what was supposed to be calm, you could feel it in the background, that feeling of being watched and hunted.

he knew it, and he let that feeling of impending doom slowly consume you before he decided it was time to give you some answers to the dark unknown you threaded upon.

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Hastily, you closed the door behind you , your (e/c) colored eyes keeping a focus on the outside through the door's partial glass making, in your mind making certain you weren’t being trailed by the third party that had interrupted your last confrontation.

frustration showed on your face as you stood in a readied stance, and you made no attempt to hide it, instead, too concerned over what was trailing you.

"Something is out there..." you whispered to yourself as the hairs on the back of your neck stood straight, the foreboding feeling that twisted your insides not leaving as you took a chance to reload your gun.

- It was strange, something you’d never felt before to such a degree slowly consuming you until it promptly overwhelmed your earlier determination, threatening to crush it completely.

"Someone’s been following me," you added with a sour tone while holstering the weapon, before having a shield battery in hand. 

"I just know it..." you breathed, and that sweet sound of fear in your tone that you couldn’t swallow down and hide gave him a sense of purpose.

- It let him know that you were  just perfect for him.

"since the beginning," you went on, sounding as though you finally accepted it as truth.

 By then you’d grown certain, no longer clouded by denial.

- no longer high on the earlier tenacity that had you believing that somehow, you were untouchable, and that any wall that formed before you was breakable to your will.

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.

Silence should fill you with comfort, but instead, it fueled your dread, and you tensed.

"- You ever get the feeling you're not alone in the room?"  then said another voice, confirming your suspicions. 

And it was then that your heart stopped.

Abruptly, it halted, and you felt yourself lose the ability to breathe for just that second as your eyes flew wide with surprise.

clinging to the ceiling, the red beast watched as you jumped, your wide, (e/c) colored eyes moving left and right as you notably fretted, drawing your weapon with haste, not even finishing charging your shields. 

To your grand misfortune you’d been only seconds away from a full heal, instead, deciding to confront the sudden ambush straight forth with all you had than be vulnerable for a second longer.

 In all of your panic you ran your eyes to what was before you, both left and right before you presented your back to the directions, instead, aiming your weapon at the door you’d just came through as though that was undoubtedly the spot the bogyman waited.

You didn't think to look up at the ceiling, which was an error on your part as you were left to the observance of the prowling mechanical beast who let not a second of your movements go unstudied and unrecorded.

You inched back slowly, each of your steps holding a hint of a tremor, and he made sure to keep the moment stored in his memory bank, reserved for his later enjoyment to it’s full capacity. 

- New prey always intrigued him, and this one had certainly caught his eye.

This one had him greedy.

" You hope you are," he proceeded idly as though he were talking about the weather, all as you continued to wallow in distress, still not knowing where he hid.

 "- But You're not." he then said definitely before he came down, dropping from the top and simultaneously swiping his left hand over your weapon where your grip faltered and you were left disarmed.

As a response you reached for your second weapon but were stopped by his own move which came much quicker.

His large hand caught you by the neck, his fingers pressed down as he picked you up and toward the building's interior wall where you'd run into to recover from your earlier skirmish.

- How ironic, to hope to find refuge in the place you'd soon be slaughtered.

‘How tragic,’ he thought to himself as you silently lamented and cursed at your own carelessness.

Here you were thinking you were safe, foolishly placing the paranoia you  felt as an aftermath of your last encounter. 

All in all, you’d realized it too late, and it was to his pleasure.

Your back was then pressed to the cold surface while your feet dangled off the ground quickly as he picked you up to his eye level and then above, exceeding his actual height as he stood straight at his horrifying tower of everyone else.

 Soon your (e/c) colored eyes met his, connecting as you looked down with a wet gaze, the glaze filled with spite.

- Towards him, and partially to your own stupidity.

You  should have known, you should have, but you hadn't figured that you'd be targeted by the simulacrum. 

You hadn’t even thought of him as you heard the voice speak, and you yet again cursed your own foolishness because if you would have thought of him, you would have considered looking up, knowing the way he moved and stalked.

- BUT 

It hadn't crossed your mind that you'd hold any significance to him. 

After all, you’d only ever interacted with him twice, two times that had been brief.

Two times that shouldn’t hold any significance.

Was it that you had greeted him?

‘ Was it that? ‘ you thought with concern, trying to understand as you squirmed.

- That you had foolishly waved to him before, just before the drop?

You were truly excited; hopeful, and perhaps everyone else could see it.

They could feel it as it radiated off of you, and no one had such a fixation on it as fiercely as the red-painted creature that stood across you, off on the other side of the ship, but with a clear view of you, the only place that could come close to giving him the same satisfaction as right near you and in invasion of your blissful unaware.

As your eyes traveled amongst the rest of the competitors you found yourself looking at one in particular who hadn't broken his focus, even as you discovered him.

Part of you wondered if he was really looking at you, or if he simply happened to look in your general direction, unable to help the sudden connection in between. 

Though you had a feeling of being watched, you couldn’t fathom as to why you’d be on his radar so it was all unclear.

was it just your imagination?

‘Maybe,’ you thought to yourself as, nonetheless, you decided to acknowledge him, just in case.

After all, you weren’t going to be rude.

Your smile was somewhat withheld, though, still holding some sort of welcome as you looked at him, the only legend that seemed to address your presence until then, even if it was in silence.

With the same uncertainty, you lifted your hand up, your five fingers in sight as you opened your palm and waved to him in a sheepish manner before stepping onto the lowering platform, soon leaving you out of sight of eachother.

- only for the time being.

He wondered what ran through your mind as you watched him, as you found him eyeing you.

No matter, 

'Don't worry little skinsuit,' he thought to himself as he glowered at you while you lowered, ready for a jump, not knowing what was to come.

' - You'll get to know me real soon...real close and personal. So no need to be shy.' he mused while standing still, only staring, glaring at you as you left his sight.

Could it be that you simply didn’t know danger?

Were you that  dim-witted? 

- That trusting?

He wondered.

    You thought of your freshest encounter before the attack, and then the one before it, wondering if that was when you’d done something to trigger him. 

Was it that you’d almost run into him way before that?

Was it that during then, you’d been too familiar with him? 

- That you’d chuckled at his response to your carelessness, which, had been a rather morbid line you actually found amusement in?

In your panic you could hardly remember a word other than ‘skinbag’, the term he’d addressed you with, and everyone else, for that matter.

To be fair you thought he was just being...funny. 

you’d assumed he was the dark and dry humor type of guy.

So, what was it? 

Should you not have smiled at him?

Was your mistake to even acknowledge him?

If so, You couldn't help it!

- It wasn’t like you could actually ignore him.

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“Let me get a better look,” he murmured as he brought you down to eye level, bringing you just a bit closer to the ground, but not enough to have your feet anywhere near the surface.

"There...now You're all mine now," he said with a little chuckle proceeding his words while he executed a small tilt to his head, gleefully mocking you, living for the moment.

Surges of shockwaves traveled through his body and it left him with a nearly euphoric feeling that would certainly bring shivers of excitement to anyone else had they experienced such a sentiment.

Your skin was just as soft and delicate as he’d thought, and the bliss he felt at the proximity was just exhilarating as the warmth you emitted through your flesh was shared to him.

"hahaha...All alone..." he teased, his deep voice echoing in the room, the menacing sneer to it making you shiver in his hand's hold.

It felt like you had a blade traveling down your flesh, tickling you as a playful tease before there would be an inevitable tear through, and you were certain that was amongst the things that would await you if you continued to be at the bot’s mercy.

he made sure not to crush your windpipe just yet, instead, relishing in the terror that he nested in you throughout the game and that would soon, most certainly overwhelm you.

" You're going to die all alone," he pressed on snidely, reminding you of how you’d been left solo on a team event, something that you had in mind throughout the entire time and thought of as a stroke of bad luck.

- Perhaps this was fate.

if it’d all been so well aligned.

You were destined to be at his mercy with no salvation.

"And I'm going to enjoy it," he told you while leering closer, his movements eerie even as the white plate of his cheek gently brushed over your jaw, barley skimming past it.

“every second of it,” he muttered as you looked at him with horror as you took in the words while sharpness meant soft.

No one would be around any time soon, and he gloated in the reality of it while you thought of all the ways you’ve seen him kill.

-And how soon, you’d be on that list.

"Mmm... that smell of yours... “ he then said.

‘Of fear...you reek of it,’ he thought to himself, pleased.

 “It sure is sweet,” he added as somewhere within your fragrance it lingered, making you even more delectable to the red beast.

 “Hmm...Just know that I'm not gonna make it quick..." he then let you know .

It’d be a waste, and much more an insult to consider such a quick end for you with the anticipation he’d festered with, with all of the desire to have you in his hands infecting him.

" No...That would spoil all the fun, " He murmured with a hint of enthusiasm in his tone as he felt your little hands take hold of his wrist as you huffed out, your struggled breaths a sound that felt like music. 

His other hand found your face, his thumb pressing to one side of it as the others felt the softness of your other cheek, all as he released a chilling laugh.

- You were  truly his.

“P-Please...” You said with strain, and his eyes glowed a fierce color, ignited more by the sound.

“Yes...” he hissed, “That’s it...beg for me,” he urged you as your glazed eyes looked into his, finding him and keeping contact right in between half lidded, dark lashes that gently obscured the pretty orbs.

"R-Rev...” you begged, “ I..." you struggled as a soft glow of drool escaped in between your parted lips as you made an attempt to say his name a second time before your (e/c) colored eyes began to roll back.

“L-let go... Please..” you barley managed to say, hardly seeing through the narrow bit of clarity you had that was soon diminishing.

‘If you don’t let go....’ you thought with anguish, knowing what was to come.

His enjoyment deterred as he truly studied you and noted your rather odd behavior that continued as he restrained you.

And If he would have had an eyebrow, it would have risen with question.

He observed as your body heat rose in temperature, his  eyes scanning and capturing the warmth that arose, heavily targeted one specific area that became thickly slickened beneath the layers of clothing you wore, something that left you in an unbearable discomfort that made you wiggle even more.

Your dangling legs crossed, and he could see the straining way you squeezed them together as you then bit your lower lip, the air you struggled to take in through your nose enjoyed slowly, purposely taken in at a slow pace.

 ‘Fuck...fuck...fuck...’ you inwardly cursed, losing yourself.

“Ha...”you tried to say something, but stopped quickly, trying to swallow down thickly before releasing a faint hum, which in truth was a very muted moan.

Your eyebrows were knitted tight, and you made a feeble attempt to stay sane.

- to hold together craps of your dignity.

"Ha...Ha..." you huffed out needily as your hands held on tighter, right before you uttered a word that froze him, making his grip falter.

"Harder..." you breathed, and he made a choked sound, by then realizing what was happening, the fizzled static sound filling the room as he retracted his hand as though it burned.

"Filthy, little meat bag!" he snapped, chiding you and it actually rewarded him with a soft whine far too obscene to be that of a person in distress.

You weren’t begging him to let go. 

You weren’t suffering.

You fell to the ground in a heap, your legs trembling as they bent, picking up to your chest as you pressed them together in discomfort. 

It took you a moment to truly gather yourself, to come back down from the clouds and throughout the time he glared down at you.

The way you looked up at him was wide-eyed and definitely ashamed once you seemed to find some clarity as you settled down from the delirium the lack of oxygen had given you.

As you lay there, ashamed, he stared at you silently for just a few moments before he simply turned away, disturbed, not knowing how to handle how much his face burned.

His open palm attacked the door, the single jut breaking glass and forcing the entire door to fly open before he stalked out, utterly frustrated.

Was he blushing?

He couldn't possibly be reddening, but he certainly felt heat in his face...somehow.

His right hand fell over his face, covering the lower portion of it as he released a rather low sigh.

He couldn't think of anything without somehow circling back to you, and it’d completely thrown him off his game as he made an attempt to leave a trail of dead bodies with whoever crossed paths with him.

It had done little to sedate him, and it was all short lived.

He’d cut through three teams before he was ambushed by a final, and as he felt the ache of the final bullet of his eventual ambush, he wondered how you fared.

With dark amusement he mused over how if you’d lasted longer,  you were doing so with a hidden mess between your legs. 

- That was if the desperate, exited wiggled of your hips and twitches of your legs had anything to indicate.

Meanwhile, you couldn't help but fidget  beneath the attention you got as you were put in the spotlight  when the match was left to one sole contender ; 

you. 

- Champion.

‘Champion,’ you thought to yourself with surprise, the word uttered dryly within your thoughts.

Somehow, you'd made it to champion. 

It should be a moment of celebration, of happiness, and yet, all you could think of was the beast that had attacked you.

His stunning face so inhumanly human, yet... pretty.

He was beautiful, so stunning.

He was painted red, a color he let trail behind him as his claws extended, finding flesh.

You thought of the creature towering over you in such a way that made you feel so terribly small and feeble.

- Much more, powerless as you remembered how only a fraction of his grip felt.

 And he had that voice, that deep, sinister speak that made your knees wobble until they bent and gave out.

That wasn't the reaction you should have had.

That wasn't the one you should have...but your fuzzy mind and heated body had taken the reigns.

Was it strange to be attracted to Revenant?

You wondered with concern, though lighthearted because the attraction you had could have been forgiven if it hadn’t manifested the way it did.

The better question was,

Should you apologize for what happened? 

' Sorry for getting horny while you choked me. It’s something I like.

Shh....It’s a secret, don’t tell anyone.

- By the way, could you do it again?' 

The afterthought being one you grimaced at because not even in theory could you  somehow act decent.

you felt bad, but then again, 

‘Two wrongs don’t make a right,’ you started, ‘But… he was the one that decided to put his hands on me,’ you thought while trying to somehow justify yourself. 

‘I never touched him...I begged him to stop...I think.’

It wasn’t like you’d planned for it to happen, and you briefly wondered if it was just the fact that you liked the squeeze, or that you liked him. 

- or was it both?

You were wrong, yeah. 

But it wasn’t like he was a saint either.

- Again, he’d gone after you first. 

‘It's bad...but I've had awful dreams about you,’ you then added, mortified with how lewdly you thought of him. 

Days after, and then later weeks, you had managed to somehow avoid him, all with the misfortune of yearning for him more, so much so that your eyes had a mind of their own, somehow always finding him.

They gravitated to him even when you’d purposely stayed out of his way, putting distance in between.

Could he read minds? you hoped not.

Because your thoughts held little sweetness, instead suffocating desire.

‘They’re all filthy, degenerate... and obscene,’ you inwardly whined as the thoughts had you shaken with excitement, wanting them all to come true, against all logic, against all sanity.

You nearly salivated and to save yourself from further corruption of the lingering thoughts, you wrung your hands together, nervous, not knowing how you would ever come to face the simulacrum.

- To think you’d scared him off.

.

.

.

Time flew by and before you knew it, you were back on the ship for another match, and as your partner was displayed before you, you felt your stomach drop, sinking low, as, admittedly a small tingle tickled you too.

The bot stood from his seated position, towering over everyone else, moving with his eyes aimed to his little partner who’d silently stepped onto your designated spot, having been the closest to it.

“Look at that... you and me again, alone,” he voiced out, his tone rather snide as he stepped onto the platform, just as it was beginning to lower.

Your eyes were averted, staying away even as he went next to you , and you struggled to stand right, the little wobble in your legs not going unnoticed by your ever so observant partner, especially as he loomed over you.

 Your chin was pointed away from him, but not for long as one of his hands took hold of the lower portion of your face, forcing you to look back at him with little effort.

“What’s got you shaking girlie?” he started, his face only inches from yours , the bot  not having any consideration for your personal space, “ You afraid of me?” he questioned you , and you didn’t know what to answer with.

Yes.

- you were, that was true.

but also, shamefully drawn.

You didn’t want him to kill you, but you did want to get fucked by him.

And there was what happened last time, it was still in your head, it being a memory so cringe-worthy you almost blocked if off as a sort of trauma.

“-Or you excited?” he teased and it earned him a soft gasp from you, not expecting that, not knowing if you should answer. 

Perhaps you’d gotten the best out of him before, with the way he cowered away he could not say otherwise. 

To be fair, you’d surprised him, and had awoken something else within him, something he had trouble accepting when it had been rekindled after so long, and much more so unexpectantly.

-  It was only further proof that while he was now in his current, wretched body, he’d once been a skinsuit.

All in all, even if his body wasn’t the same, it still responded in the same moronic way.

It was a curse, one that he was forced to live with.

You stayed silent, but the heat that rested over his palm was just enough to amuse him and make him feel a little tingle of something delicious.

The feel of your skin was certainly missed throughout the time since your last encounter, as well as that smell so sweet it had him hungry for just a bite of you.

If he had teeth, he’d sink them into you, and he considered a few modifications, just enough to fully enjoy his pretty prey.

He then moved, rounding you before standing behind you, all while his gripping hand stayed in place.

His other arm snaked over your midsection, sitting right across your abdomen, his hand stopping right over your ribs, the little bones in crushing range.

Purposely, he pressed his sharpened ends down to you, lightly gripping your body as he loomed from behind, your smaller body fitting perfectly to his. 

“Hey Partner..,” he said in an awfully sickeningly, pretended sweetness, all while craning your neck as he wanted, forcing you to look down to a rather empty location, one that was skipped over by the other teams. 

“We should land there,” he suggested, and you could hear the smile that existed within his words.

‘There’s nothing there...’ you said to yourself, looking at the lonesome building, your eyes drawn to it with a heavy crease to your brows preformed.

Another thought crossed your mind, and it was that he was certainly trying to get you alone.

He wasn’t one to skip out on first blood, and you fretted over what seemed obvious.

- For whatever reason he wanted you just to himself.

“Why...” you breathed before finding the courage to say more, “Why not somewhere else?” you asked him, bringing your eyes up, but still being unable to see him with how they were posed.

“What?” he sounded, "Don’t want to be alone with me?” he questioned you with a touch of insult present.

“Don’t trust me girlie?” he questioned you as though you had no reason to do so, and you didn’t respond.

“-Hmm...tell me ;  you Afraid of what I'll do to you?” he then asked, and you denied it with a soft ‘ no.’

“N-No,” you admitted, though sounding hesitant in your answer, especially as his hand slid down, gripping you right beneath your jaw and inclining your head back to get you to look at him instead.

Afterward, his hand slowly eased off a little bit while his fingers tenderly strummed down to the base of your neck, the pads pressing down gently, no malice intended, or so it seemed.

Glowing eyes stared down at your own, the short gaze leaving as did his grip, an act that left you with a complaint locked in your chest because you wanted it back.

Against all logic you wanted him back.

“Hmm...Shame,” he grunted, retreating, recognizing a soft whine from you as his arm that rested across your abdomen slid down, his hand grazing you teasingly before it slid off completely.

He could hear your breath hitch before it struggled to find calm, all as he drew farther.

He didn’t argue with you and then left  altogether, the warmth that had melted you both gone within a matter of seconds.

 “I’m going over there,” he informed you, still insistent on his earlier spot, not asking for where you’d go, not giving you any other chance to argue afterward.

“Follow me if you want,” he added dismissively before he launched solo, and sure enough you followed, just as he’d expected, right into his hand.

“Wait for me,” you added, trailing behind him, and even through the comms he could hear the desperation in your voice as you dove right behind him.

- Predictable.

predictable, yet pleasing.

‘There’s plenty of ways to break you,’ he mused, thinking back to how easily you’d subdued to him before, and how quickly you caved at his demand. 

‘And when I'm through with you, you’ll beg me to keep ruining you...’ he thought with the utmost certainty, as well as an overwhelming desire to see it through.

“I’ll follow!” you said hastily, and he merely grunted back, soon landing.

‘Go on... Keep following me,’ he thought to himself, watching as you found ground too, seeing you out of the corner of his eye and noticing the way you seemed to contemplate something. 

 you thought of something, something that had you bite your lower lip, and he chuckled lowly, wondering what it was that you had in mind. 

What did you expect? 

What did you want?

- Maybe he’d be merciful.

If you begged some more, if you knelt to him, and looked at him again in that same ‘Fuck me,’ way, maybe he’ll be kind.

‘Sweet little thing, so easily coerced, and so mindlessly scattered with the right one,’ he mused.

‘Giving in so easily to the devil....clouded by desire...knowing better, but too greedy.’

you approached the building, your hand already on the door before you were stopped by his hand as it gripped your shoulder. 

 With that little tremor in your body that he forced, you looked up at him, 

“Rev?” you breathed with question, your voice soft, a tantalizing way of speaking that had him delighted, starving for more reactions.

Slowly, his hand moved to the nape of your neck, taking hold of it as he pulled you back to him where his chin dipped right between your shoulder and neck, 

“We should stick together,” he advised, his voice low, and somehow sultry.

 “What do you say....partner?” he asked you , and you softly smiled in a bashful way that he mused over.

- How cute.

 You nodded in agreement as his other hand went to your face, his thumb brushing your lips, the thicker flesh a draw his eyes drew to. At the contact  the smallest sound  akin to a little moan left you, and in the pit of his stomach there was a little flutter.

“Good girl,” he praised nearly purring, and you practically glowed with appreciation at such a praise.

‘Do you want more...?’ he wondered. ‘What would you do for more of my approval?’ he went on, the many things he wanted to do to you left on a to-do list.

 ‘ Good girl...Into the shadows...away from all light....away from all hope.

Fall into death’s grip and savor it.’

Lol in a separate post I'll add some of the ways he tries to fuck with the reader because  I see him TEASING the absolute fuck out of her.

[mokutone]

kiba for the ask game?? 🤍

kiba!!!

the reason he looks the way he does in this art will b explained below the cut sdhghsdgh

favorite thing about them — DOG THEMED NINJA!!! i LOVE dogs and so as a concept, i am thrilled by the idea of a dog themed ninja from a dog themed ninja clan. very cool very awesome!

least favorite thing about them —that said, i have some criticisms about Kishimoto's depictions of them. Clearly, the inuzuka eyes (huge whites of the eyes with narrow, slit irises/pupils) are meant to make them look more animalistic/feral, BUT. THAT SAID. dogs usually have huge and dark eyes!

so much so that one of the main ways to recognize if a dog is anxious is to see if they're showing "whale eye" or; if the whites of their eyes are surprisingly visible. the fact that Kiba's eyes are almost ALL whites, therefore, is. super annoying to me on a character design level. I think he should have big dark eyes like Yamato, with limited whites. thanks for coming to my ted talk, I know I'm unhinged. it's fine. its fine.

favorite line —I like when Tsume is proudly saying "Yeah, they must've run off when they saw how strong I was," during the pain attack, and Kiba's saying, under his breath: "I mean, that's definitely what happened with Dad..." LIKE. LMFAO. help.

brOTP — akamaru!!!! akamaru is his best friend and his dog and theyre so cute. did you know in the naruto fighting game, clash of ninja, if u play kiba akamaru just kind of...follows you around? like he's not fighting, he doesn't defend you. he's just like boredly following u around. sometimes he sits, or lays down. sometimes he stretches. i'm dying boy please save me. akamaru you coward get in the fight with me!

OTP —i don't care too much about this kind of thing, no opinion!

nOTP —i don't care too much about this kind of thing, no opinion!

random headcanon —I think he was able to smell weird fox on Naruto from the beginning. Weird vibes from that kid. When he found out Hinata had a crush on him he was like "LMFAOO WHAT...HIM? you like HIM???? he smells like a fox den after a forest fire. get better taste, christ. "

unpopular opinion —ok im gonna be annoying again. I think it's great that he communicates with Akamaru, but I think Akamaru should either be speaking (like Pakkun) or Kiba should be getting information from Akamaru that could reasonably be communicated thru dog body language??? but instead we've got a fucking. lassie situation. where Akamaru goes like "woof woof" and Kiba is like "youre so right, boy. despite there being no ethical consumption under capitalism we DO need those calories because tomorrow IS leg day and you've got four whole legs :/"

song i associate with them —Everything Reminds Me of My Dog by Jane Siberry

Smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog (Better let them know you're friendly) The way people dress reminds me too Pissing on their favorite tree Sad things remind me of my dog Cockroaches and other insects Reminds me too, don't eat them The blank expression of the little boy with thick glasses Who picks himself up from the sidewalk And stands there blinking in the sun Ho oh! If you remind me of my dog We'll probably git along— —little doggie Git along git along little doggie git a–

favorite picture of them

i love this one. i was recently watching the pain attack and kiba and his mother both entered a room at once, and he was riding on akamaru like a cowboy (LIKE THIS PICTURE) and his mother, tsume, fucking.

scuttled in on all fours. help???? i'm obsessed with her. i want to swear fealty to her. why did she scuttle in on all fours??? i love her so much. i think she should be hokage.

[smokestarrules]

Reading Rise of Kyoshi

Sooooo I’m starting Rise of Kyoshi now and imma be honest I’ve only seen Avatar and Korra once and that was like ten years ago so I might be a bit slow with the worldbuilding and references but ill try to keep up lmao

I think this takes place before both of those shows, though? I think. I hope. Also I'm pretty sure Kyoshi Warriors are a thing ? That's like. Suki's thing, right That's their name? So that's cool, I'm excited to see how that gets started/inspired. (Warning: this is very very long I apologize but I had Thoughts)

-

“The same way you convinced Lu Beifong to let us administer the Air Nomad test in the Earth Cycle,” Kelsang said calmly. 

- okay I recognize Beifong. That's Toph's family, yeah? Though obviously she's not alive yet.

-

This is making me wonder if any Avatars have ever been assassinated as children. Clearly there are some people who don't like that they exist, so I wonder if it's almost safer to have the Avatar stay in hiding until they're old enough to protect themselves.

-

Some couldn’t take a hint. Especially the village captain. As soon as they’d passed over her daughter—Aoma, or something—she’d given them a look of utter contempt and demanded to see a higher-ranking master. 

- SHE'S A KAREN

-

The girl took a long, guarded moment, sizing them up. “Kyoshi,” she whispered. 

- oh no I already want to protect her

-

HA she just ran off with it

-

NINE YEARS LATER-

-

First of all, these children are awful. Secondly -

  Kyoshi grimaced and opened her eyes. Peace was no longer an option. Because now Rangi was here. 

- isn't that her??? Her??? She??! I think so ??

-

“The Avatar’s bodyguard,” Aoma said with a faint smile. “I thought you weren’t supposed to leave his side. Aren’t you slacking off?" 

- she's her BODYGUARD ??

-

“Get off of me, you oaf,” Rangi muttered. She hammered her fists against Kyoshi’s protective embrace, a bird beating its wings against a cage. Kyoshi got to her knees and saw that her face and ears were nearly as red as her armor. 

- I love them.

-

Who is Yun. I'm confused

-

I'm in love with Rangi already tho

-

I'm getting attached to Yun and I don't WANT to get attached to Yun because I'm pretty sure he's going to die???? Because Kyoshi? Is the Avatar, yeah?? But I don't think that's how the power transfer even works so like. I'm just confused lmfao

-

“Kyoshi,” Kelsang said, his voice constricted and airless. “Kyoshi, where did you learn THAT SONG?” 

- ahaha what the fuck is going on

-

“Tell me this—with the two of you as close as you are, has Yun ever once told you the details?” 

- is Yun faking it???? Or is Jianzhu lying to him??? I'm so confused???

-

NONE OF THEM KNOW, THAT'S EVEN WORSE

-

Kuruk was in love with Hei-Ran and if they'd gotten together then Rangi wouldn't have existed and that is goddamn hilarious

-

OKAY so basically the situation is down to pure chance. Cool. That’s fine. But guys. I’m not the best at math, but I’m pretty sure a clever boy who uses the same strategy in a game than the last Avatar did is quite a bit more likely than someone randomly coming up with a word-for-word exact poem that the Avatar had constructed in secret. Like I know denial’s a bitch but guys. 

-

“Hey,” Yun said. “I was looking for you.” 

- oh god oh fuck

-

A decorative pillow hit him in the face. Kyoshi’s eyes went wide in disbelief. Rangi looked utterly horrified at what she’d done. She’d attacked the Avatar. She stared at her hands like they were covered in blood. A traitor’s eternal punishment awaited her in the afterlife. 

- I would lay down my life for Rangi!!!!!!!

-

....Jianzhu gives me bad vibes.

-

Man, miss Tagaka is not here to play!! Spilling tea left and right

-

“What about you, honey tree? Got any ink on your body that you want to show meeeaggh!” Kyoshi picked him up by the neck with one hand and slammed him into the cliffside. 

- so true queen get his ass

-

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping with Yun?” Kyoshi said. Rangi’s head turned so fast she almost snapped her own neck. “You know what I mean,” Kyoshi said.

- I love these kids sm

-

Eventually Rangi fell into a deep sleep, radiating warmth like a little glowing coal in the hearth. Kyoshi realized that comforting her throughout the night was both an honor and a torture she wouldn’t have traded for anything in the world. 

- me and who????

-

“Another thing you should know,” Tagaka said as she traded grins with Yun, their muscles trembling with exertion. “I’m really not the Waterbender my father was.” 

- ok I know she's being rly Awful right now but pretending earlier to be an awful bender only to reveal she's a phenomenal one is really fucking cool

-

Kyoshi braced her stomach, filled her lungs, and slammed her feet into the Crowding Bridge stance. Echoes of power rippled from her movement, hundredfold iterations of herself stamping on the ice. She was somehow both leading and being led by an army of benders. 

- THERE SHE IS

-

Yun stood up, navigating the thrashing floor with ease. He came closer, his lips parting slightly. She thought he was going to whisper something reassuring in her ear. And then he sidestepped her. Slid right by, with a layer of empty space between them as impenetrable as steel. 

- Well. Shit.

-

That day, entranced by Yun’s upside-down features dappled with the flower petals she’d teasingly sprinkled over his face, she’d almost leaned down and kissed him. And he knew it. Because he’d almost reached up and kissed her. 

- these two are interesting... I'm thinking maybe right person wrong time? I'm curious to see how this all ends up when Rangi is brought into the mix, too.

-

“It’s this one,” the spirit said. “The girl. She’s the Avatar.”

- THERE IT ISSSS

-

....and Yun's gone. This is why I didn’t want to get attached to him, that kid was throwing death flags all over the place. I would like Jianzhu to die now please

-

“So much wasted time,” Jianzhu said. “I could have taught you sooner, if only I hadn’t been distracted by that little swindler.” 

- I WAS SO VERY RIGHT TO BE WARY OF THIS ASSHOLE

-

Jianzhu’s composure broke fully for the first time today. “Really, Kel?” he shouted. “You think so little of me these days that you panicked when I took the Avatar on a trip by myself and broke into my room? I can’t trust the people closest to me anymore!?” 

- THIS WOULD MAKE A GREAT POINT IF YOU JUST HADN'T HAD A BOY KILLED, SIR

-

Kelsang collapsed to the ground, his head bouncing lifelessly off the hard-packed earth. Those were the last things Kyoshi saw before the white glow behind her eyes took over her entire being. 

- this isn't a joke anymore, kick his ass.

-

There was a shock waiting for her. Rangi was busy securing bedrolls, tents, and other bales of supplies to Pengpeng’s saddle. She looked up at Kyoshi from under the hood of her raincloak. 

- thank god for Rangi.

-

“You’re not coming with me,” Kyoshi said. “I have to do this alone.” The Firebender gave her a look of such utter contempt for that notion that it could have been grounds for an Agni Kai. 

- Lmao, yeah, Kyoshi hon I don't think you're winning this one

-

Better to tear off this bandage quickly. He told her the version of events she needed to hear. Kyoshi being the true Avatar. The disappearance of both Yun and Kelsang, caused by a treacherous spirit. The Avatar holding a grudge against him for it.

- GOD I wanna punch his face so bad

-

“We can minimize the damage if we get her back quickly,” she said. “She can’t have gone far on her own—she’s a maid, for crying out loud. I’ll send Rangi to hunt her down. The two of them are friends; she’ll know where Kyoshi would run to.” 

- HAHA yeah. About that,,,,

-

“That’s right,” she said. It felt like her mouth had become her stomach, unwieldy and sour. “My parents founded this group. They’re your bosses." 

- .....Oh, fuck.

-

A blast of flame shot into the darkening sky. And then another, the source slightly to the right. Rangi was signaling to her where to go. Kyoshi felt her heart skip a beat for her friend. It was either that or a conniption from running at full speed for so long. 

- Jesus. Yeah, clearly it's the second. (/s)

-

Kyoshi sent an apology into the cosmos for the damage she was about to cause and barreled straight into the cluster of buildings. If she couldn’t be a creature of grace, then she’d be a battering ram. 

- lmfao I love her she just ran straight through three different concrete walls

-

Kyoshi had always admired Rangi. But right now, it felt as if she were gazing at her friend through a pane of glass freshly cleaned. Some mighty and loving spirit had reached down from the heavens and outlined the Firebender in new strokes of color and vibrance. There was a struggle in Kyoshi’s chest that had nothing to do with how hard she was running, notes of longing and fear played in one chord. She tamped the feeling down, not wanting to confront what it meant right now. In any case, it was a poor time to be distracted. 

- awwwww. Rangi is apparently at her most attractive when she's running from policemen <3

-

And worst of all, she’d forgotten Yun. It didn’t matter how long the lapse was. To release her grip on him, even for a second, was unforgivable.

- honey... it's okay to heal. I promise.

-

Rangi waved her hand around at the room, at Hujiang, at the Taihua Mountains themselves. “To see you here? It kills me. The fact that you’re stuck here, where no one knows who you truly are, makes me die a little inside with each passing moment. You’re meant to have the best of everything and instead you have this." 

- yeah,.... I'm with Rangi... everything lowkey sucks right now akdjdsskdkdk

-

Kyoshi followed his gaze. It took all of her newfound willpower not to shriek in horror. Rangi was standing on the fighting platform. 

- RANGI WHAT ARE YOU D O I N G

-

Rangi had spun out from under the man’s foot, rotating on her shoulders like a top, and wrapped her body around his standing leg. She’d made a subtle twist, and his limb shattered along every plane it could. The champion lay out on the canvas, writhing in pain, his leg reduced to an understuffed stocking attached to his body. Rangi stood over him, bleeding from the mouth. Other than the single punch she’d taken, she was fine. She hadn’t broken a sweat.

- yes well done but Kyoshi is going to murder you and you desERVE IT

-

“I know,” she said, her heart aching. “Yun would have been a much better—” 

- GOD Kyoshi, sweetheart, that's not it at all! When Rangi says she's disappointed about where you are right now, it's because she thinks you deserve better, not that you're not deserving of the title! Get that through your head!

-

“You think you don’t deserve peace and happiness and good things, but you do!” Rangi yelled. “You, Kyoshi! Not the Avatar, but you!” 

- THANK YOU FOR JUST SAYING IT BECAUSE IT NEVER WOULD HAVE CLICKED IF YOU DIDNT

-

Kyoshi gently nudged Rangi’s chin upward. She could no more prevent herself from doing this than she could keep from breathing, living, fearing. “I do feel loved,” she declared. Rangi’s beautiful face shone in reflection. Kyoshi leaned in and kissed her. 

- oh thank goodness they figured it out <333

-

But the sound of laughter pulled her back. Rangi was coughing, drowning herself with her own tears and mirth. She caught her breath and retook Kyoshi by the hips, turning to the side, offering up the smooth, unblemished skin of her throat. "That side of my face is busted up, stupid,” she whispered in the darkness. “Kiss me where I’m not hurt.” 

- jesus fucking that fake-out scared the life out of me but everything's ok

-

“Must have been nice,” Kirima said, barely able to contain her laughter. “Sleeping under the stars. Just two friends. Having a close, private moment of friendship." 

- right? Just gals being pals! No but seriously this made me cackle omFG

-

The darkness of her abandonment must have boiled to her surface as the three of them trudged uphill back toward town, because Rangi ran the back of her nails down Kyoshi’s hand, a playful and teasing distraction that held more meaning now than a hundred volumes of history. Kyoshi nearly tripped and fell on her face. 

- oh lord she's a disaster

Also I'm just really happy that they've gotten together like, barely after halfway through and not at the very end! Very cool

-

Two large dark holes, nostrils, sucked air in all directions until they pointed straight at Kyoshi. 

- This is why we can't have nice things, goddammit.

-

She took a deep breath to steady herself. “I’m the Avatar.” 

- yeah, I agree with this decision. At this point, lies will only hurt them all as a group.

-

The fan she’d been holding had come out of her belt as she clenched up in surprise. She was gripping it the wrong way, like a dagger. The tip of the weapon pointed to the little blob of water hovering in midair. 

- HELL YEAH

-

Amid the shouting, Rangi buried her face in her hands. She seemed to have a headache that rivaled Lek’s. Kyoshi agreed with her. The official training of the Avatar was off to a great start.

- sjdhfksjsjs this is gonna go wonderfully.

-

Rangi’s face wilted further. “I don’t know,” she said after a while. Her shoulders were heavy with dejection. “I couldn’t be certain. I guess if we can’t trust my own mother, then we can’t trust anyone." 

- ugh, poor baby. I... like to think that if Hei-Ran learned the full truth she'd be on Kyoshi's side over Jianzhu, but I'm not sure, which sucks.

-

“Buzz off!” Rangi yelled. 

- #LetRangiSayFuck2022

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“Why?” Kyoshi felt Rangi leap onto her back, clinging to her like a rucksack. “Agh! Why!” 

- LMFAO this is putting a new meaning to climbing someone like a tree

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Ah, I spoke too soon, Rangi is also demonstrating the original meaning of climbing someone like a tree

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How about we just get Hei-Ran, Rangi, and Kyoshi all to kill Jianzhu together in friendship and love and then they tell the world that he was evil. Ya know, the truth. Everything could be so simple. For legal reasons this is a joke but like /hj yknow

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Jianzhu checked another body. It had no decoration on its person, but he backtracked along the path the man had charged and found what he was looking for on the ground. A dried moon peach blossom. 

- GOD I'd love it if these two groups just took each other out that'd be SO helpful actually

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“She would have been accompanied by a Firebender. Another girl, black hair, military bearing—” 

- WELL SHIT YEAH THE DAOFEI ARE GONNA REMEMBER RANGI EVEN IF THEY DONT REMEMBER KYOSHI GODDAMMIT RANGI

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The girl had been here at some point, that was certain. She must have planned to hide in the remote mountains and fallen into an ambush, like he nearly did. She’d been captured and taken to this headquarters. 

- the faith Jianzhu has in the literal Avatar astounds me

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I understand the point of Lao Ge, and I even understand some of his points and the way he views the world. But having said that.... I just really don't want him anywhere near Kyoshi. Not in the slightest

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“Sifu,” she drawled. “Oh, please, impart upon me the mysteries of immortality, for I wish to watch eras pass before my eyes like the grains of an hourglass."

 - WAIT I've just had a thought (memory???) isn't it A Thing that Kyoshi's like, the longest-lived Avatar ever? (Unless u count Aang maybe?) or am I pulling that out of my ass. I think that's a thing(?)

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The knife clattered to the ground. The eyes of the Flying Opera Company were as big and wide as the moon overhead. Everyone was shocked into silence, including Wai, who seemed numbed by sheer disbelief from the pain coursing up his arm. "Forgive me, Uncles,” Kyoshi said, finding it supremely easy to speak now. “I saw a poisonous insect and thought to save your lives." 

- HA GET FUCKED

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“Those are our colors,” Wong said as he dipped his thumb and began to gently apply the paint to her cheeks. “White symbolizes treachery, a sinister nature, suspicion of others, and the willingness to visit evil deeds upon them.” Kyoshi could hear Rangi snort so loudly Te might have heard it in his palace. "But,” Wong said, scooping into the other side of the case with his forefinger. “Red symbolizes honor. Loyalty. Heroism. This is the face that we show our sworn brothers and sisters. The red is the trust we have for each other, buried in the field of white but always showing through in our gaze." 

- ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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It had become clear during their surveillance that Te’s palace had a critical security weakness. It lacked a moat. Kyoshi was providing one for him, free of charge. 

- HA I LIKE THIS PLAN

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The boy stared at her with a round, soft face full of defiance. “I’m Te Sihung,” he said. “I’m the Governor." 

- well, fuck.

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Kyoshi thrust an arm behind her and blasted Lao Ge down the tunnel with a ball of wind. 

- OH HELL YEAH IDK WHAT YOU'RE DOING BUT I'M WITH YOU GET HIS ASS

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Kyoshi let the breeze play against her skin before giving it a gentle push with her hand. The wind spun faster at her request. She could feel Kelsang smiling warmly at her, a final gift of love. "They’ll always be with us,” she said to Rangi. “Always." 

- brb I'm sobbing

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Kyoshi ran at the far wall. And then she ran higher. And higher. The earth flicked at the soles of her feet, propelling her upward. She continued to dust-step until she landed on top of the roof. 

- SHE'S DOING THE THINGGG

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“Thank you,” Te said, wobbling from the lack of a saddle. “I’ll give you anything you want. Money, offices—” Kyoshi backhanded him hard across the mouth. 

- the AUDACITY of this child

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“But I think we’ve suffered enough losses, don’t you?” Xu said. “Five thousand. Five thousand of our compatriots snuffed out like vermin.” 

- shit fuck oh shit oh no I recognize that number sHIT

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Trying to split the difference with neutral jing had been the wrong choice. “I made a mistake,” Kyoshi said. “We have to get down there. Now.” 

- YEAH LET'S GO BE HEROES

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Kyoshi pointed at Xu. “Xu Ping An! I challenge you to face me on the lei tai, immediately!” 

- YOU GOT THIS SWEETHEART

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“I’m sorry, Sifu,” she said. “But I’m not doing this as a killer. I’m doing this as the Avatar. Even if the world won’t know it.” 

- yeah. She can't be exactly like Lao Ge, even if she once wanted to be. And I think that's a good thing.

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And she was playing the wrong game entirely. Xu thrust his arms forward, two fingers extended from each hand, and struck her fans with a bolt of lightning. 

- HUH???? ??? LIGHT NING???

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“Stop!” she heard Rangi cry from far away. “Please stop!” It was the hopelessness in her voice that set Kyoshi over the edge, the complete surrender of a girl who would have been invincible if not for her love. Kyoshi had put that weakness in Rangi, and Xu had torn it open. He was torturing the person Kyoshi cared about most in the world. And by every spirit of every star in the night sky, he would pay for that. 

- GET HIS ASS

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Kyoshi looked down the length of her arm at Xu. He shielded his eyes from hers, her inner light too harsh to take in. His mouth gaped open and shut like a fish. The air was moving too fast for him to breathe. "You forget, Xu,” she said, and a legion of voices synchronized in the eye of the storm. “There is always someone who stands above you in judgment." 

- YOU TELL HIM HE'S SO SCREWED

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And Xu had exhausted his. Kyoshi was the only thing holding him up. She opened her hand and watched him fall. 

- gottim.

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“You’re . . . really good at throwing rocks,” she blurted out. 

- omfg Kyoshi honey we need to take some socialization lessons

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Hei-Ran curled up on the couch, hugging her knees. She looked so young when she did that. "I don’t want to respond,” she said. “I want to tell Hui and the sages the truth so they can help us extend the search. Jianzhu, I don’t care about the Avatar anymore. I want my daughter back.” 

- YES ok let's go Fire Mom we can all beat Jianzhu up together I'm manifesting it

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GOD I hate Jianzhu.

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Alone, he picked up Te’s letter again. He’d been right not to give Hei-Ran the full story. He’d always been by himself in this game. 

- SHIT

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Their numbers were surprising. He hadn’t realized these many sages fell outside his sphere of influence. Perhaps about a fifth of the most important people in the Earth Kingdom had arrived on his doorstep with hostile intent.

 - I know this is probably bad for literally everyone but imma be honest I'm just enjoying Screw Jianzhu Day

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Jianzhu collapsed forward, his upper body slamming against the table. He couldn’t see Hei-Ran. But like the needle of a compass, his hand reached toward her as he blacked out. 

- oh ??? OH??? PLEASE tell me this was Hei-Ran somehow omfg

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There was no way these gloves would be acceptable in polite company. Their very appearance was aggressive, a declaration of war. "They’re perfect,” Kyoshi said. “What do we owe you?”

- lmfao I love her

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Quick question wtf is happening everyone's dying suddenly

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Feet ran over to them. Pairs of hands quickly grabbed Rangi and dragged her away. Just Rangi. 

- HEY QUICK QUESTION WTF IS HAPPENING IS THIS HEI-RAN??? that's fine if so BUT SHE BETTER NOT KILL LEK

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She(?) killed Lek. What the fuck

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Pinned to the paper it was written on was a silky black topknot of hair, crudely severed from its owner’s head. 

- oh my GOD OKAY IT'S NOT HEI-RAN WTF IS HAPPENINGGG

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Murdering Hui and the other sages in his own home was nothing. Drinking the poison himself to blunt suspicion, trusting in the training that the departed Master Amak had put him through as well as Yun, was nothing. A good number of servants were dead as well, the ones who’d used the leftover boiled water he’d dosed for their own cups. 

- OH MY FUCKING GOD I WANT THS MAN TO DIE

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Oh boo-hoo this asshole still really thinks he's the goddamn tragic hero of the story

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Jianzhu frowned at her. “The fact that you think so means you need proper training and education more than anything. It’s time to stop this nonsense, Kyoshi. Come home." 

- THIS 'NONSENSE' ?? SIR.

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This man better keep Rangi's name out his mouth i swear to fuck

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God the way they're describing this stand-off between Kyoshi and Jianzhu both trying to bend at the same time is sooo good I!!, am stressed!

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The person who stood over them with all the familiarity in the world threw his hood back. It was Yun. 

- HUH ????

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Yun gently put his other hand, still stained with black ink, to Jianzhu’s back. After another second passed, he showed them what had traveled between his palms. The stone, now covered in blood. 

- oh my god.

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Rangi buried her face in Kyoshi’s chest. She shuddered and wept, but she was otherwise unharmed. 

- oh nooooo poor baby :((((

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Was it over? Kyoshi found she had no answer to that question at all. 

- mm, I have a sneaking suspicion it's only beginning.

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“The will refers to you by name, Avatar Kyoshi. Master Jianzhu sent the copies by messenger hawks only a few weeks ago. In the documents he confesses to his great mistake in wrongly identifying the Avatar and beseeches his colleagues to give you their full support, as he posthumously does. His lands, his riches, his house—they’re yours now." 

- HA GOTTIM

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She stared at the spirit of the man whom she knew was dead. The man who’d been Jianzhu and Hei-Ran and Kelsang’s friend. The man who’d been her predecessor in the Avatar cycle. "Kuruk?” 

- aayyy it's you from the past! But also not!

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And that's the end of Rise of Kyoshi, thank god I have Shadow of Kyoshi on hand, because I am planning to start it tonight. I assume we're going to be dealing with good 'ol Kuruk here, as well as YUN BEING ALIVE and also we better address Jinpa's weird-ass "we" statement. What's that all about ?!!

Anyways, I really enjoyed reading this!!!

The characters are all fantastic, even awful ones (*cough* Jianzhu *cough*) and I had a blast. 

[sleeping-lilies]

robin era jason, dick, and babs headcanons because there’s too much comedic potential to ignore

- dick and babs were the ultimate gossip buddies. whenever dick was with the titans for long periods of time, babs always filled him in on everything

babs: dick you’ll never believe what hal said to bruce last night, i even have videos. dick, the look on his face please—

dick, immediately locking doors so his teammates don’t hear the mad shit about to be dropped on main: tell me everything

- vice versa too, dick filled babs in on everything going on with the titans and all they can say is thank god those lines are bat secured with no villains being able to listen in, imagine deathstroke hearing through bat gossip that joey’s dating who?!?! 😳

- batkids have been and always will be the holder of superhero gossip. it’s a business, you see, but we’re getting off topic 😡

- lmfao anyways this is literally how dick finds out about jason

babs: anyways, jason—

dick: who the fuck is jason

babs: ....

dick: barbara?!?!

babs: ok promise you won’t freak out

- babs and dick’s first reaction upon meeting jason being “why is he so small i wasnt that small” “dick you were literally nine when you were robin—“ “he’s tiny” it’s like those two share the same braincell

- i’m making it so that dick gave jason his number earlier because i feel like it 😡😡😡 (not that it changes much other than the fact that i want more gossip dropped in dm’s)

- when dick gave jason his number, he went to babs like “give me jason’s number” “didn’t you literally just give him your’s?” “ya but i’m gonna make sure he texts me” “ya ok that’s fair”

- whenever jason didn’t want to be in the manor (fight with bruce, boredom, etc) he went to wherever the fuck babs lived and they would facetime dick and talk mad shit. it was a thing.

- despite them all being able to drive, babs was the only one during this time with an actual, legitimate, legal license (jason was too young to have a license and dick is too lazy/busy/whatever-excuse-he-wants-to-use to take the permit and driving test) so babs drove them around everywhere and it was a mess™ consisting of a bunch of backseat drivers

- “dick omg look at this video i found from the batcave” “omg he said robin gives him magic” “robin gives him magic” they both cry about it for years to come

- babs sometimes kidnapped jason after school after telling the head of wayne manor (alfred) and took him to get ice cream, then to the library while she worked. jason was the greatest kid in the library, he even had his own throne special chair just for him whenever he came provided by library staff who adored this absolute angel.

- jason 🤝 babs 🤝 dick -> i believe in annoying yet endearing nicknames supremacy

- nicknames include (some used by some more than others or just one, or by both equally because they’re annoying pick and choose my good people)

little wing (iconic, we all know this one fellas and who uses it)

red (used for babs, absolutely fantastic, but in the future it gets confusing because some people with their goddamn hero names 😡)

boy wonder (classic, babs calls them both that)

barbie (for babs, jason uses this one and he’s the only one able to get away with it)

dickie (jason just really gets away with everything huh)

dickhead (jason’s lucky he’s cute)

baba black sheep (jeez i’m on a roll with babs’ nicknames she’s so nickname-able and that’s very cool and sexy of her)

jay z

jay allen

jay jay jay (shut up, dickhead—)

big bird

and a bunch more i’m too tired to look for them in canon or make new ones up, but you get the idea

- dick can totally bake, and babs and jason keep bugging him when he’s baking and add more chocolate chips while pretending to not notice that he can see them 😡😡😡

- headcanon that jason had hero worship for babs and dick because they’re so cool in and out of costume and it never really went away when he got older listen his older brother and pseudo sister are so cool and that’s not his fault but he’ll never admit it

- barbie movie marathons because barbie is an iconic legend and they all recognize it. they have the fucking “she’s the queen of the WA-A-A-AVES” song memorized along with all other barbie movie songs, they sing it on patrol.

- dick and jason’s sibling dynamic was and is basically “ur a little shit and i hate you but i will literally kill for you”

- dick had tension with bruce while jason was just a little shit who would totally cause drama for the sake of it, and people never take advantage of this absolute power duo for destroying bruce

- dick sending cryptid texts to jason through a burner phone because he’s dramatic jason totally knew it was him about things that drive bruce mad, like leaving the shower turned to the coldest setting before bruce got there, leaving the lights in the batcave on, etc. jason, a wise little child, totally took advantage of this. bruce came to accept his fate

- the gc names, guys the group chat names

- jason crashing into titans tower whenever he wants and dick doesn’t bat (hAH) an eye, occasionally he very sweetly asks babs to come with him and she agrees but only sometimes because some people have jobs, jason—wait dick is being flirted with by who?!?! i’ll leave it up to your imagination ;) and they totally crashed titans missions too

- one time bruce was busy with the league while alfred was on vacation and bruce absolutely could not dip (i’m imagining bruce getting a call from the headmaster during an honest to god fight and bruce just picking up while punching the daylights out of some asshole) (“mr wayne, what is that noise in the background?” “sorry, headmaster, the cat is having a seizure”), so when jason got into a “fight” (read: some jackass picking on jason before he snapped and yelled at him and the bitchass kid tried to punch him and jason’s no quitter) bruce called dick who was an adult and legally family (yes dick is adopted sometime after jason was, stay mad) like “son... son please” and dick was like “oh no need to plead with me, this is too good” but of course this bitchass doesn’t have an actual lisence yet and he was hanging out with babs anyways so he and babs rolled up to gotham academy and the kids stared at them like “holy shit they’re so cool” ya dick and babs are those power couple, whether romantic or not, that turn heads, they’re just that powerful strolled into the office, bailed jason out while intimidating the headmaster because the altercation was the result of school staff negligence of actual bullying like those cliche tropes, said “ayyy you got that brat good” and get him chili dogs or whatever the fandom made robin jason’s favorite food. omg i just made an entire fanfic in rough draft form someone please steal it and write it in full form and send me the link

- jason is very very tiny, you see. babs and dick pick him up and move him for any reason, whether because they want to sit on that chair or to just throw him out of harm’s way and take the bullet for themselves.

- jason and dick both get adorable blushes on their faces it’s genetic yes that’s how genetics work shut up meanwhile babs’ ears turn red when she’s embarrassed and all three of them clown each other for it

- i yelled about this to my mutual (cough cough @littlespaceboii) who also added to this absolute dogshit headcanon and then in the discord full of mutuals, but the basement of wayne manor is haunted. dick found it when he was a little gremlin (i stand by that dick was the original demon child) (“you see damian, before there was you there was me” the real reason he was good with damian lmfao) and was like “omg this is so cool” @littlespaceboii came up with that it was just alfred fucking with bruce and so when jason first came and dick was comfy around him he was like “so have you been in the basement” and jason was like “im literally robin i’ve been in the batcave?!?!” and dick goes “no the basement, the haunted one” and jason’s like “hAUNTED?!?!” cuz jason has at least some self preservations and knows not to fuck with the spookies until he too became a spooky and bruce was like “there’s no ghost it’s not haunted” because he’s a skeptic and a party pooper and babs is like “no go on let him finish” even though she knows full well there are no ghosts or does she? and uhhhh basically they becomes ghostbusters 2.0 but cooler and funnier

- this trio is basically baby pan/bisexual jason and two resident expert pan/bisexuals solidarity but that’s literally canon. they go to pride every year that jason’s alive what who said that?

- they all tease each other for their crushes like all siblings/family friends do, i don’t need to say it but it’s important that’s emphasized for my well being

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals who added onto this absolute train wreck too, but jason used to play baseball during his robin days, and dick never showed up to those games with being busy as an excuse, but babs always showed up with bruce and alfred and took pictures for dick so dick could be like “mlb players are jobless now that little wing is on the scene” babs (and sometimes bruce) always shouted loudest for jason whether he was in the field or in the dugout and jason would get this extremely adorable blush on his face (jason finds out in the future why dick never showed up (cough cough ptsd from two face’s massive baseball bat which led to everything that came after including being fired and veangance academy and nearly killing two face and omg that’s a ride) and is like oh my god my childhood is even more ruined—)

- remember when i said dick got adopted after jason did in this new absolutely fabulous canon i just created? bruce did that because “ahhh fuck that’s my kid and i want him to know i love him through every means possible since i have the ability to do so” i believe in good dad bruce supremacy and made a whole thing where he invited dick to dinner for like a week to work up the courage and bonding to ask him and show him the adoption papers and then everyone cried :) bruce decided to finally adopt dick after jason referred to dick as his brother and bruce was like “...oh” and alfred was like 👀

- dick, as the first child hero and one of the first heroes period like at least a year or two before babs, holds the “back in my day” card over literally everyone in the hero community in general and pulls it out to annoy babs and jason even tho babs literally joined the scene only a year or two after dick

jason, shaking in his panties: it’s so fucking cold

dick, standing strong in his tits out outfit, who had to wear the panties on his own decision: oh, you’re cold? back in my day—

babs, throwing her boot at his face: god shut the fuck up—

and then dick doesn’t give back her boot and it becomes a whole thing with lots of tackling and play fighting and someone nearly gets thrown off they rooftop for funsies but anyways

also on a side note, babs would take off her cape and wrap it around jason whenever she noticed his discomfort with the weather, or use the weather as an excuse whenever she saw him uneasy for whatever reason and they never mention it to each other

- yelled about this in the discord to the mutuals at some point too holy shit i have friends, but those three are team rocket. they went out as team rocket for halloween one year after bullying bruce to let jason out only jason because he can’t tell dick and babs what to do and jason is under his care and when they do convince him, dick and babs bully jason into being meowth. manifesting jason in a meowth onesie ARTISTS PLEASE—

- dick finally took his license seriously and took his driver’s test after babs became paralyzed.

- those were a rough few months for those three. and then another rough few months for those two

- yikes, sorry to throw angst at you (sorry (unfeeling)) anyways, in the future alfred finds those old photos and shows the rest of the fam, so dick and babs bully jason, 6’2 jason that towers way above both of them, and once again bullies him into being meowth “for tradition, little wing!” “shut up, dickhead” the rest of the batkids lose their shit over this, naturally. bruce and alfred stand in the back teary eyed reminiscing the old days when things were a little more simple.

- discowing walked so terrifying handsome squidward red hood helmet could run (even tho the ugly helmet tripped and fell and missed the mark because discowing wasn’t ugly and will always remain superior, i feel i have committed a terrible crime comparing the two)

dick: jason what the fuck is that

jason: it’s fashion

dick: it’s terrifying

jason: i’m only following in my older brother’s footsteps 😔

dick: listen here, you little shit strangles him haha just kidding that illegal wait theyre vigilantes they don’t follow the law—

- these three and cass refer to the rest of the batkids as “the kids” (if she’s older than jason, sometimes she is and sometimes she isn’t and i’m really confused but whatever)

- babs and dick’s relationship with jason pre death literally shaped how jason treats his siblings post pit madness like he literally goes “what would red and big bird do?!??” when he needs to go into big brother mode over the “little ones” (“little” because tim and steph are adults and duke is nearly an adult himself oh my god he’ll graduate from high school soon and jason never got to do that himself he’s totally going to the ceremony legally dead or not) 🥺

- holy trinity continue hanging out with each other, whether lunch or games or whatever, and just enjoy each other’s company after long, rough years

[meggannn]

i'm interested in hearing your thoughts on garrus being shoe-horned into the best friend role if you want to talk about it!

I may not be able to talk about it as much as some people who are super Garrus-critical, but yes I can try!

this really becomes a problem in ME3 more than the other games. basically my understanding of Garrus’s writing in ME3 is that they were well aware that of the fact that he was a fan-favorite, and didn’t want to threaten that, so they made it his crux. they took most of the fandom’s feelings for Garrus and decided to reflect that in Shepard’s relationship with Garrus, but by doing this, they basically ended up pretending a relationship had been there throughout ME1-2 that existed in some player’s heads. of course, Mass Effect is an RPG (well, sort of) so in theory... your best friend could be whoever you want to be, so with that in mind, it’s a little strange for a dev team to go “your best friend is this one character and we will write all of his scenes around that assumption.” unless they really want to play up the fanservice, I guess.

when he’s introduced in ME1, people joke about how they would never not recruit him, but it is a possibility—you could run through the entire game having only met Garrus in the Citadel Tower and never spoken to him again—in which case by meeting him again in ME2, it is a little strange to see that guy you barely remember from the Citadel in the last game show up, but not entirely unwelcome, because at least you, like, recognize him. it’s a little odd how you banter like old friends by making fun of his scars, but what is straight-up bizarre is how in the next game, ME3, Garrus talks about how he was there with you fighting Reapers from the beginning. of course, not a lot of people would specifically go out of their way to avoid recruiting Garrus in ME1, and very few people probably naturally avoided him standing by the elevator in ME1 (which is the only way to not recruit him if you don’t find him in Dr. Michele’s clinic), so the odds of someone not recruiting him in ME1 are low unless they intended to, but it’s still possible.

come ME2, I think they chose to forget that. a few lines have changed in 2 if you don’t recruit him in 1, but not many. remember in ME1, Garrus was an optional squaddie, who had an optional side quest, and his relationship with Shepard there was very much superior/subordinate, or as some people interpret it, more mentor-like. the most personal they get is when they talk about their jobs, the difficulties they face making moral choices, a bit about their families, and Spectrehood. it’s a nice introduction to Garrus’s character but the lines are drawn pretty clear between their roles; by the end of ME1, given the canon dialogue, the closest I’m personally willing to believe of their relationship from helping him deal with Saleon is “subordinate I am fond of,” or post-Saren after Garrus leaves the Normandy, “ally I can call on later.”

and then Shepard dies and is gone for two years. by ME2, when you meet up with him again, I actually find this jump from “subordinate” to “ally/friend” works for my Shepard, but it might not for people who never really engaged with Garrus or even liked him on the SR-1, or those who weren’t thrilled with the idea of him... basically running off to kill as many people as he could on Omega after Shepard got themselves spaced. if you don’t romance him in ME2, he has so little content in ME2: his recruitment mission, post-recruitment convo, loyalty convo trigger, loyalty quest, and post-loyalty convo. if you romance him, you get several more scenes, but compared to other romanceable companions like Miranda or Jack—whose attitudes toward you change the more you talk to them—or even Samara, who you can just chat with while looking out at the stars, Garrus’s platonic relationship with Shepard seems to stall after the Sidonis quest: you gain his loyalty for the suicide mission and then you’re assumed to be all cool. realistically, they could’ve given us a lot of reasons why Garrus might not want to talk—he’s probably still reeling from getting his face blown off and confronting his betrayer again, or if you don’t let him kill Sidonis, maybe he could’ve gotten pissed at Shepard and confronted them—but that’s me trying to justify a lack of content. truthfully there’s very little non-romanceable Garrus content in ME2 to build up that “best friends” angle they want to sell in ME3.

in ME3, you DO get more content that shows how naturally “at ease” he feels working with Shepard: his recruitment mission, longer conversation trees when he joins, more banter from squaddies—including Garrus—on missions, him inviting you to go bottle-shooting, a scene with him after every main mission where he asks you how you’re doing, if you miss Ash/Kaidan, mutual struggles over the burden of leadership, worrying over his family, etc. by this point though, if you didn’t romance him, he’s treating you like his best friend even though he basically ignored you all of ME2. again, you could rationalize that time as his social awkwardness on a Cerberus ship, or him dealing with trauma, but in my friend’s words, it’s really more of bioware telling-but-not-showing that they really wanted you to like this guy but waiting until the last game to give him consistent scenes with the player that reflected that closeness.

on paper, Garrus makes a lot of sense to be close to Shepard, because assuming you recruit him in ME1, he’s been fighting Reapers with Shepard in every game, but also... so has Joker or Chakwas or Tali, for the same reason; so does Ash or Kaidan, for being the only Alliance teammate who was there at the beginning and end (assuming they didn’t both die); so does Liara, for being there every game and only abstaining in ME2 because she was still dealing with the fallout of saving your life (there’s lots of criticism of her being “forced” on the player too and while I agree with some of it, that’s a topic for another time lol). Bioware does introduce Garrus early in each game—I don’t know if this was intentional, because they knew he was so popular so they wanted to give him to the player early—but then he has so little to say in ME2, the game about building relationships, that introducing him early just means he stands around for half game talking about calibrations. a lot of fandom, especially shakarian fans, end up filling the gaps of ME2 with their own headcanons, myself included, to make the relationship development feel a little smoother, but the trouble there is when we start treating it like it was always canon for everybody.

I know it seems weird to complain that such a popular character should’ve had even more content—there are lots of other characters just as or more deserving who got really screwed over (coughs Ashley)—but in my ideal world, they all would’ve had more content lmfao.

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2011: Sorry for Party Rocking

Song of the year: “Party Rock Anthem” LMFAO. The plot of the music video is that people become zombies who can’t do anything but dance to this song. The plot of this week’s chart is that I had a hard time listening through the chart because I only wanted to replay this song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ6zr6kCPj8

Amy and I once fell asleep on the Train des Pignes and woke up at the end of the line in Dignes-les-Bains, where we were kicked off the train and wandered into town. We passed a group of grumpy men playing pétanque and went into a tiny grocery store to get ice cream. This song was playing, a perfect thematic element for the random, dreamlike experience.

A close runner-up is LMFAO’s follow-up hit, “Sexy and I Know It.” I just think they’re so cool. It doesn’t make sense.

“Blow” Kesha. This is literally my favorite Kesha song.

“Super Bass” Nicki Minaj. I like this song a great deal. I associate it with running the 10-mile loop around the Back Bay in Newport, since it’s on my running playlist. I was sad this week when the version on the Billboard playlist obscures the audio when she names the product that her gentleman friend is selling. (It’s coke.)

Me: Is Nicki Minaj the one whose cousin’s friend? With the swollen balls?

Amy: *rolls eyes* yessssssss.

“Give Me Everything” Pitbull, Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer. I have thoughts about Pitbull, that Charlie-Brown-looking mfer. I don’t like looking at him, but something about his music is, maybe not good, but definitely compelling. I’ve had this in my head all week. ¡Dale!

I’ve noticed my tendency as a white person to post videos of white people parodying the music of non-white people, but maybe as a white Cuban person (I googled the term for this, but now I don’t feel like it’s appropriate for me to use) Nick Kroll’s Señor Feeture isn’t off limits. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9fYaJs7B7o

“Six Foot Seven Foot” Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz. This song is for riding the spin bikes in our apartment gym, back when our apartment gym was not crawling with Covid. I like Lil Wayne, because he’s not afraid to use a truly obnoxious sample.

I swore I’d never heard an Adele song other than “Skyfall”, but it turns out that I had heard “Rolling in the Deep,” I’d just never recognized it as an Adele song. Clearly she has a great voice. I want to hear nothing about her weight, ever.

“The Show Goes on” Lupe Fiasco. My brain will not hold onto this song. I keep seeing it and having no memory of what it is, even though it uses a sample/idea from “Float On” by Modest Mouse.

“Black and Yellow” Wiz Khalifa. I don’t often mention that I change the lyrics to songs to sing them to the cats, not because it’s embarrassing, but because I assume everyone does and I’m not special. Anyway: brown and orange brown and orange brown and orange brown and orange

“The Edge of Glory” Lady Gaga. This song is really growing on me, especially the truly weird Philip Glass vocal intro. In addition, I like Lady Gaga’s motorsona on the cover of this album. It makes me think of the cover of a Chuck Tingle novel, which makes me happy. Pounded in the Butt by the Idea of Lady Gaga as a Sentient Motorcycle Who Doesn’t Have Hands, and Somehow Her Not Having Hands is Very Important, but It’s More Like Thinking about Myself Not Having Hands and Now I’ve Said Too Much for Facebook.

Country music barometer for 2011: 16%?! What in the Actual Fuck is happening to society? Were the ancient Mayans right?

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The One With The Whales (Live Reaction):

Saw parts of this one when I was super little! Oh good! This one is also directed Leonard Nimoy! He has my whole heart already so can’t wait to see this play out!!

Uh Oh. TOS crew on trial 😬😬😬 SAREK?!?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!! Ohhhhhh man the gang is already in deep shit.

Awww looking at Spock from the distance all dramatic like huh Jim? You getting some mini therapy from yo mommmmmm 😭😭 I love Spock so so muchhhhhh. And I LOVE Amanda!!!! Oh, and the Captain of the Saratoga! She seems awesome!

Bye Saavik, you were cool and I hope we see you again someday. Awwww Bones is worried about Spock :( he and Jim both want Spock back so bad but don’t wanna push him and awwwwwwwww!! Also why does the probe sound like Jumanji drums??? Bones and Spock are actually killing me, this conversation is actually killing meeeeeee, arguing really is McCoy’s first love language! 😭

Whatever I may think of Sarek as a father, he is such a cool character and Mark Lenard really is an absolutely fantastic actor. Oh yikes, looks like the stars have aligned for Jim and the Bridge Family to save the world yet again lmao. Honestly this whole thing with the message for the whales makes me think of “So Long & Thanks For All The Fish” from Hitchiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. Also Bones being protective of Spock ☺️

I’m so glad at least Bones is acknowledging the plot of this movie is absolutely fucking insane 😂 THIS IS WHY I LOVE OLD STAR TREK! It’s not afraid to be absolutely unapologetically ridiculous! I love it!!! Thaaaaaats a weird dream right there, you good Jim?

Stupid problems require stupid solutions! LOVE the headband Spock 😂🤣 what an ENTRANCE!! Wow it sure is the 80s, WOW, the cognitive dissonance of these bozos wandering around 20th century San Fran I am LOSING MY MIND! They are just little kreatures and they have no monies 😂😂😂 NUCLEAR WESSELS!!!! Oh god stahp I can’t breathe!!!!

I BELIEVE IN THE BEASTIE BOYS MEETING SPOCK ON THIS BUS THEORY OHHHHH MY GOD!! Jim is so old lmao! And then everyone clapped! Kirk please, I’m already laughing so hard PLEASE don’t teach Spock how to swear I’m losing my mind!!!

Wow that vibe when you remember this movie actually legitimately helped save the blue whales as a species. SPOCK IS GOING SWIMMING HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO!! JIM’S FACE! Also Nimoy can get it, damn “these are not the hell your whales.” Lmaooooo

I love this marine biologist lady she’s great! Lol. “No ma’am no dipshit.” Also “Gracie is pregnant.” *HITS BREAKS* this movie is fucking amazingggggg the legendary Italian food conversation I love themmmmmm. Bones & Scotty’s improv skills are legendary “millions of- I mean thousands of miles from Edinburough” look at this insanity, I love it.

Why do I hang around with that ditzy guy who knows Gracie’s pregnant and calls you Admiral? “He’s my husband.” (Totally posting this one! XD)

UH OH PAVEL!!!! 😨 RUN PAV RUUUUUUUUUUUN!! Oh noooo. NO THE WHAAAAALES!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS BAD YALL AHG MY FEELINGS FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE AND CRAP!! This poor woman oh my god lmao, that look on her face when she saw Spock she was like “oh, he’s an alien, that makes a lot more sense.”

SPOCK HES BACK HES OKAY HES ALL THE WAY BACK AND HE LOVES STUDENT SURROGATE SON PAVEL CHEKOV IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE!!!!!!!!! “It’s the human thing to do...” 😭😭😭😭

“Pavel... rank... Admiral!” ON BRAND LMFAO! SHE GREW A NEW KIDNEY! This movie is going to kill me in the opposite freaking way TSFS did lmao. Oh wow whale lady was just like IM COMING TO THE FUTURE FUCK YOUUUUU and honestly, mood.

Bones and Jim being so happy to see that Spock is (for the most part) back to his old self and my heart is meltingggggg

ADMIRAL THERE BE WHALES HERE!!!

I really do not understand people who don’t like Kirk I really, really don’t. He’s wonderful and sweet and smart and brave and I love him. Nobody convince me otherwise that he is good and awesome and good.

Dude this scene is so wholesome and good and fun!!! Oh my god!! The music! SPOCK IS SMILING! This is single handedly watering my crops and clearing my skin! “I stand with my shipmates.” THEY GOT OFF BECAUSE THEY DID IT FOR LOVE AND THEN SAVED THE WHOLE ASS PLANET AFTER YASSSSSSS!!! Spock & Jim should’ve kissed right there I’m just saying. Also Jim & whale lady deserve a long lasting (if long distance) friendship.

Spock even gets to reconcile with his parents awwwww, Sarek is finally recognizing that his son can move mountains because of who he is. “Tell her (mother) I feel fine.” Okay good I’m crying again. 💚🖖🏻💚😭😭😭

ITS THE ENTERPRISE B!!!! 🤩🤩🤩 THEYRE HOMMMMME *Pterodactyl shrieking*

That was so wholesome oh my goddddd