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agentartemus · 9 months

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My Dystopian Star Wars AU: The Summary

it's about time I posted this

I'm gonna try to make this as brief and understandable as I can. But ofc, if anyone interested has any questions or is confused about something, by all means feel free to comment/dm your questions and I'll be more than happy to answer them with more depth. So let's get started below the cut and warning, IT'S A LOT

To start off, I do not have an official name for this AU, so we'll stick with Dystopian AU till I can come up with something (feel free to suggest stuff based on the summary).

So the overall plot is overthrowing a corrupt leadership and his government. That leadership being Providence. Formerly known as Artemus. Providence started out as a mortal elf many, many thousands of years ago. He was once a Jedi, actually. Trained by Master Mercury, the Universal God of Time, Providence was taught many secrets of the cosmos. Mercury's goal was to train Providence to be one of his successors.

However, with such an open mind to the world and it's ways, Providence began realizing just how much bad was in the world. He grew to despise this, even moreso at the lack of aid the gods were providing to their people. Providence hated the cruelty, the lack of fairness. The only one capable of understanding and listening to him was Captain Rex.

Rex had been Providence's closest friend during his time as a Jedi. But as time went on, and as Providence's anger grew, so did Rex's perspective. The clone captain was taking more and more notice of Providence's anger, watching him turn to the Dark Side. Concerned for his friend, Rex eventually approaches Providence about this, which then leads to an intense argument, and a verbal ending of friendship. Ashamed, enraged, and hurt, Providence reaches his breaking point. Providence goes off on a violent spree, slaughtering the gods he deemed horrible. After knowing them for so long, he's learned their weaknesses, and knows what can kill such gods. Mercury, distressed that his apprentice has turned, tries to reason with Providence. But fails, and ends up getting slaughtered himself.

Providence found no use in obtaining the other gods' powers, but Mercury's could allow him to do so much more. He knew of his old master's history, and therefore knew he was not only the God of Time, but also Reality. Seizing this opportunity, Providence takes Mercury's place as the new God of Time and Reality, and thus bends his world to his whim.

Providence desperately tries with many attempts to recreate the world he once had, but a better one. One with less corruption, and more importantly, one where he keeps his friend, Rex. To his disappointment and confusion, each reality Providence creates, has to be violently purged and discarded because every single Rex always ends up remembering what had happened. Their argument, and brings it up. Providence cannot figure out what he's doing wrong. Why Rex is always remembering, not only their argument, but each time Providence purges a reality. Each gruesome death Providence puts him through.

But as far as the story, it centers around ARC Trooper Fives. Or, former ARC Trooper Fives. Fives is one of the citizens living within the capital city of this unnamed world/galaxy/maybe even universe. Unfortunately for him, the city is old, falling apart, and rundown. Everything is in horrible quality. And it's hard to really afford anything because the jobs that exist don't have enough funds/supplies to pay it's workers much. So Fives, his brothers Kix and Jesse, try their best to survive within the slums.

Fives's associate, Echo, lives a much different life. Echo serves as one of the court guards within the city and sometimes the capital palace as well. Echo takes his job seriously, even if it means having to beat down a few citizens and fellow clones, who couldn't make it nor were deemed important enough to make higher positions. Still, after having to deal with Fives and how smart mouthed behavior, he's grown just a tad soft to them. He'll sometimes help Fives out and fetch some proper meds for them, or food, anything they really need at the moment.

Then there is Adam, Providence's second in command and advisor. Adam was created by Providence to help him try to figure out what is making Rex remember the things he isn't supposed to with each reality. Adam, working hard as the chief scientist as well, tries his very best to please his Superior. He also acts as Omega's mentor. Omega is Providence's "adoptive" daughter and was given the title of Princess. As a sign of good favor, Providence even granted the young girl Force sensitivity.

Eventually, after years of oppression, manipulation, and injustice, all 3 of the clones group together and form their own rebellion. They have to work hard though, and in secret, for Providence has his ways of finding things out, and keeping his eyes on the people. After just several months of carefully formulating plans, they're suddenly found out.

Throughout his spare time, Adam had secretly been experimenting on his own project. Adam is in awe with the idea of interdimensional travel, and figures his personal ship makes a good test subject. So, for years he's studied and studied. Tested and tested. Failed and failed. But in a desperate attempt to flee their pursuers, Adam tries to get his personal ship's dimensional navigator up and running. The first few tries are a fail, granted they're currently being chased and Echo's having to fly the ship.

Miraculously, Fives fixes the error and thus helps the crew successfully escape Providence's efforts. To their luck, they land in another dimension, one similar to the one Providence grew up in. But not only is the crew faced with the problem of Providence hunting them, but so is this alternate world. Knowing that Providence would tear this world to shreds, they team up who they believe to be their best option of allies; Artemus, Rex, and Mercury.

Omg that was so much I'm so sorry

#star wars #clone wars #star wars fandom #star wars tcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars au #au idea #dystopia #dystopian #fanmade #fan au #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #tcw fives #tcw echo #captain rex #tcw rex #MAJOR INFO DUMPING I APOLOGIZE

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prophecyqueen · 1 year

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Sorry, I just wanted to elaborate a little on the post that I responded to about who was in the art piece from "Rise of the Dragon" because people were asking for context.

The art of Criston dancing with Rhaenyra and Daemon dancing with Alicent is from the last dinner that Viserys puts on to try to heal the rift between the Greens and Blacks before he dies.

In particular the caption points out the clear "act" that both "Leaders" of the two factions were putting on to make Viserys happy, despite not being at all genuine.

Which, despite the book being utter trash, there was a redeeming factor that it actually emphasizes that Alicent and Criston were the leaders of the Green Faction and there is actually several really great pieces of art of Criston and Alicent close together, looking more like a couple on par with Rhaenyra and Daemon than Lord Commander and Queen.

I always found it annoying in the show that they put a greater emphasis on Otto and Alicent, rather than Criston and Alicent being the masterminds behind the Greens. and the one thing that "Rise of the Dragon" does well is both show and tell that Alicent and Criston were a team, but also it hints - more than "Fire & Blood" that Alicent and Criston weren't just together but were married as fuck for decades and that Book!Viserys just didn't care. To be honest, I don't think Book!Viserys cared if Criston had sex with Alicent right in front of him as long as nothing got on his chicken dinner.

I sometimes wonder where that Alicole went in HOTD. I'd take Otto as the retired elder statesmen that is Alicent's mentor to get the dream team of proactive Alicent and master strategist Criston that was all up in the books, both Fire & Blood and Rise of the Dragon.

I wish that they took the more dueling couples approach of Alicent & Criston vs. Rhaenya & Daemon more to heart like it was in "The Princess & the Queen" short story. I just like that juxtaposition better with two rival powerful women full of ambition and dreams and their cunning and dangerous "husbands' that carry out that will as a single unit in congress with their lovers.

Instead they lobotomize Criston into this rage monster who is basically an anxiety ridden Alicent's mad dog, rather than the brains and competent partner to Alicent and her ambitions and schemes. And Rhaenyra seems more like a little girl being led around by her psychotic uncle-daddy, rather than the half-mad rage machine egged on by her ambitious and roguish ... well, still uncle-daddy.

It bums me out that we didn't get the two competent and dangerous couples and heads of dueling families instead of these rather bland and white-washed bumbling and accident prone people who need anti-depressants more than a throne.

Anyway, sorry, I got carried away there.

ohh, this is great insight on the art and the book its coming from!

for anyone wondering, the ask is about this post

i think the alicole in the show was made to be subtle for two reasons:

a) to have alicent more bonded with rhaenyra and as an early friendship that defined her in some way and thus have otto and daemon be the ones who drive a wedge between them so to speak. (i'm strictly expressing how *they* see it)

b) to show this modest and faithful side of alicent that has stood by viserys' side to the very end. to show how she kept her duty and would not break it with criston cole. and it's also connected to her plotline with rhaenyra where she warns her about the dangers of being compromised. alicent is obviously a girl who has been taught since day one that she has to be dutiful.

personally, once driftmark happened, i feel like alicent was free to pursue whatever she wanted and do to viserys and rhaenyra whatever she wanted, including to scheme against them. ofc her personality, her character, would limit what she would do and she would not be someone to immediately order rhaenyra's death or something, but she did.... nothing. at all.

obviously the way they set it up will have some influence on the characters: rhaenyra is prone to be a bit meek @ daemon because of the grooming, but i feel like she’s been given the right to be selfish more than alicent’s character was allowed, so that helps her.

but the show's direction is to put both rhaenyra and alicent in what they think is a better light aka to not take or partake in actions or decisions that could make the audience see them as cruel. this always falls on daemon and, in alicent's case, her sons and criston and otto.

i just don't think the writers understand the line between demonization of a character (making alicent and rhaenyra into classic evil women tropes f.e. the way book alicent is seen as the evil stepmother trope) and giving them agency in a conflict that is also about them and where they are allowed, given their circustances, to respond accordingly.

#asks #alicent hightower #criston cole #alicole #the only reason i'm not tagging tb characters is to avoid hate

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softguarnere · 3 months

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 37: Shifty Igaluhga

Summary: Back in Bastogne, she had imagined that getting out of her childhood home would look like a scene out of an old fairytale. A handsome man would burst onto the scene, slay the dragon, free the maiden. But it didn’t turn out that way at all. The maiden fled with nothing but a hope in her heart. The prince ran into her along the way. A/N: I uploaded this to AO3 forever ago but apparently just never bothered to update on here?? My bad 😔Considering that I'm about to post the epilogue, this seemed like a good time to get my act together lol Chapter title translates to "Shifty's return" or "Shifty is returning" Warnings: brief mention of period typical racism, symptoms of PTSD Taglist: @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @dcyllom @ithinkabouttzu @mads-weasley @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs

Virginia, 1945

To say that Zenie is tired would be an understatement.

Too hyped up on adrenaline, she fidgeted for the entirety of the ride in Bobby’s truck. He insisted on waiting with her for her train, and they sat on a bench together, Zenie’s leg bouncing with every passing second, marking the clock ticking closer to the uncertain future. If only she could be as resigned to her fate as she had been on D-Day.

Bobby holds her hand to still her. They ignore the looks that some people throw them when they spot his moonbeam hands intwined with hers. He hugs her goodbye when the train rumbles into the station and the doors hiss open, and there is so much care and friendship in the action that she no longer cares what anyone watching thinks.

She stays awake, alert, vigilant the entire train ride. Fields roll by in waves of wintery beige. There would be more to look at if she was making this trip in the spring or summer. But she won’t let herself fall asleep when she’s alone in a place like this, so she makes the most of the scenery.

When the train rolls into Clinchco, she’s reached that point of tiredness that makes a person feel like they’re moving through molasses – slow and hazy. She fumbles with her bags and then stumbles to the bus station, not bothering to count her change after she pays for her ticket. By the time she’s boarded the bus with her belongings, she collapses into the seat. The only thing that keeps her from risking a nap is the fact that she needs to know when to get off at her stop.

And the daydream.

Zenie doesn’t question it at first. Anything could happen and she would assume that it was a figment of her sleep-deprived imagination. But as she distracts herself by preparing a script for what to say to Mr. and Mrs. Powers when she shows up on their doorstep, thoughts of Shifty himself distract her.

With every person who boards the bus, she swears that she recognizes his familiar footsteps. She hears his voice in every person who greets the driver.

The combination of exhaustion and being in his hometown is overwhelming. So many months passed with Zenie trying to content herself with the knowledge that Shifty would rescue her any day that now it’s like she’s only just realizing how much she’s missed him.

He’s out there, somewhere. He’s hurt. The fabric of her heart slowly unravels itself until a hole rests where her husband should be, and it grows bigger and bigger with every passing second. She thought she had cried all her tears while on the phone will Bill and Babe. Zenie has to bite her lip and stare out the window to keep herself from crying in this place. She’s a paratrooper, goddamnit – she will not let people see her break down.

Breaks squeal and the bus lurches forward, finally whisking her away to the next step in her journey. A new challenge awaits her. She’s made it this far, but seeing Shifty’s parents could go well or poorly, and she’ll need to be prepared for both possibilities. First, though, she’ll have to get there, which means getting off the bus at the right stop. She holds her gaze steady, moving it between the window and the front of the bus, trying to find familiar landmarks. She knows the Powers’ address, but it’s been years since she’s been to Virginia.

Near the front of the bus, someone else appears to be doing the same. Zenie watches the back of a man’s head as he turns ever so slightly, looking between the windows in both directions. From his hair color and his attentiveness, he reminds her of Shifty. The thought makes her eyes prickle with heat, and she almost wishes the man would turn around so she could assure herself that it’s not him.

Fortunately or otherwise, the bus ride does not last long. Familiar landmarks soon begin appearing on the other side of the windows, and Zenie begins to arrange her luggage so that she can gather it and go as soon as the bus stops.

She stands just as soon as the vehicle lurches to a stop. Several other people do as well. Ahead of her, the man she had been watching grabs his bag and steps into the aisle – only to freeze.

Zenie does the same, her breath hitching in her throat. Because now that he has turned, Zenie can see his face for the first time.

He looks exactly like Shifty, too, she thinks, using her exhaustion to write off what seems too good to be true. But when the man’s eyes go wide, she realizes that that last part is not quite true. It is Shifty.

“Shifty?” Amid the hubbub of noise as people try to disembark, she can’t be sure if her voice carries, or if she even speaks the thought aloud.

Shifty drops his bag at the sight of her. One of the people between them jumps back, trying to avoid having her feet crushed. Scarlet tinges Shifty’s cheeks when he realizes what he’s done. Apologizing profusely, he picks up his bag and makes his way off the bus, looking behind him the entire time, never letting Zenie out of his sight.

Zenie will never be able to remember if the people in front of her were annoyed, but she can’t blame them if they are, because she presses up against them with all her luggage in her haste to follow Shifty off the bus, in her desperation to not lose sight of him. Because after losing him for months, losing sight of him now for even a few seconds would crush her.

He’s waiting for her – actually waiting for her! – when she steps off the bus. He drops his bag on the sidewalk as Zenie rushes forward, tossing her own aside. She falls into his arms the way a notch on a puzzle piece fits into the slot on its match.

It really is him. Even though they’ve been parted for months, she still recognizes his familiar scent of army distributed soap and that cool smell of pine that never seems to leave him. She inhales it as deeply as she can, the way people cling to hazy memories that they’re at risk of forgetting with the passage of time.

Neither of them seem sure of what to say when they finally break their embrace. If words weren’t required, Zenie might just bask in his warmth until the end of time, lost in the galaxies of his dark eyes.

Shifty, for his part, looks like he feels the same way. His smile is wide and he brings a hand up to cup her cheek, running a calloused thumb across it.

“Zena,” he breathes.

“Shifty!” She hugs him again, clinging to him when she says, “What happened? How did you get here? I only heard about your accident the other day, and no one knew where you were – “

Shifty pulls away so that he can look at her. He keeps his hands on her waist, never letting her go, even in his confusion. “Oh, forget about me. No one knew where you were! I wrote you so many letters from the hospital, but you never replied.”

Once again, memories of disheartening trips to the mailbox at the end of the day flash through her memory. Everyone keeps telling her that they’ve been writing to her. And they all got her letters, so why didn’t she get any of theirs?

“I didn’t get any letters from you – “

I’m fixing things, her father had said with a pile of ashes on the kitchen floor . . . He had moved his chair to the front window just as soon as Zenie got home. She had assumed that it was to keep her from slipping out the door again. But now she realizes the truth: he was intercepting her letters and destroying them. If not for her father, she would never have thought that her friends had forgotten about her, that her own husband had abandoned her. She would have known about Shifty, and she would have left much sooner.

“Oh my God!” she realizes aloud. “My father . . . he was destroying my mail.”

“What? So you really never knew where I was, or what happened to me?” Shifty’s eyes are wide. He looks stunned.

Zenie reaches down and entangles her hand with one of his. “I had no idea. If I did, I would have come to find you.”

A beat of silence passes as they take it all in. They could have been reunited so much sooner. None of this uncertainty, none of this loneliness. The cold feeling of anticipation and dread that has encased Zenie’s heart begins to thaw, leaving something fiery in its wake. After all that’s happened to her –

Even after all their time apart, Shifty seems to be able to read the look on Zenie’s face. He squeezes her hand, his forehead scrunching as his brow furrows.

“We’re together now,” he reminds her. “That’s what’s important: that we found each other after all this time.”

The fire within her chest dampers down slightly. Her father is not here. She should be focusing on reuniting with her husband, not smoldering with hatred over what’s in the past.

“You’re right,” she says, resolving herself to stow away the past few months and enjoy the present moment. “This is what matters.”

Shifty smiles, leans forward, and plants a kiss on her forehead. Then, he reaches for their bags and says something similar to what he once said to her all those years ago. “Well, adageyudi, are you ready to head home to the holler?”

Beloved. Heat rushes to her cheeks. She shoulders her bags. “Vv.”

The Powers’ house isn’t far, but it’s slow going. Shifty moves stiffly and he limps a bit. It’s so different from that of his usual stride of the confident soldier. Zenie offers to carry his bags for him, but he waves her off, assuring her that he’s fine.

There isn’t much time to think on it, either, because the house soon looms in front of them. Shifty pauses when he sees it, his breath hitching in his throat. In the dimming evening, light pours from the windows, golden and welcoming, the color of butter melting in a pan. Zenie knows exactly how he feels – she also froze at the sight of her childhood home after all those years away.

“I . . . don’t know what to do,” he confesses after a quiet moment. He considers his options before shrugging. “Shoot, everybody’ll be home by now. I suppose we can just walk right in.”

Looking at his face as he approaches the house, Shifty so resembles the young man he was when Zenie first met him – no furrowed brow, no fractured bones. Just a happy boy with so much boundless energy that it’s contagious.

They bound into the house without certain considerations, which Zenie doesn’t realize until they’re already through the threshold.

Papers rustle as a man in a chair looks up from his newspaper. Realization dawns on Mr. Powers face as he recognizes his son. His paper flutters to the floor, forgotten, as he rises and rushes forward. “Shifty?”

“Shifty?” A voice from the kitchen repeats. “Barnum, what – “ Shifty’s mother freezes when she steps around the corner and takes in the sight before her. “Shifty!”

Mrs. Powers has her son wrapped up in a hug and is laughing in delight when two more voices join the chorus, calling out from the other rooms.

“What’s going – Shifty!”

His younger brother and sister appear on the scene, clamoring forward to join in on giving their older brother a hug. The Powerses all look so happy to be (almost completely) reunited that Zenie’s heart melts as she watches the scene unfold. This is a family; they all look so happy to see each other.

At some point between all the tears and the laughing and the cheers and the hugs, Shifty’s sister takes notice of Zenie, who still stands by the door with her bags.

“Shifty!” Gaynell gasps. “You brought home a girl?!”

All the attention turns to Zenie as the others notice her for the first time. She offers them a small wave in return, realizing now that they never planned out what to say to Shifty’s family.

Mr. Powers starts forward, hand extended for a shake. It’s not until he’s pumping Zenie’s hand that he squints, tilts his head. “It’s nice to meet you . . . But say, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

Zenie and Shifty share a knowing glance. This is a serious matter, to explain everything to his family and then spring the news of their marriage on them. But for some reason, as soon as they look at each other, the two of them burst into giggles.

“It’s something of an unbelievable story,” Zenie says by way of explanation.

Mrs. Powers claps her hands. “Well, we were just about to have supper. We’ve got all the time in the world!”

So it’s over a good homecooked meal and well into the dessert of Mrs. Powers’ famous banana pudding that Shifty’s family learns that they have met Zenie before – but realize that she and Shifty’s old army buddy Tommy are not so different.

Late that night, after Zenie and Shifty have reintroduced themselves to each other and are lying together in the moonlight, it dawns on her that it was years ago, in this same house, in a room just down the hallway, that she first realized that she was in love with him.

And, she remembers, where she thought that there was no chance for them whatsoever.

It makes her laugh now. If only the Zenie she was back then could see her now . . .

“What’s so funny?” Shifty’s voice is soft. It’s always soft, but this is as gentle as the pale winter moonlight that sneaks in through the curtains. It’s late, and he’s trying not to wake anyone. Most of the power in his words comes from the rumble in his chest as he speaks. With Zenie’s head on his chest, it’s a comforting sensation.

Zenie bites her lip to suppress another laugh before she tries to explain. “I was thinking about the last time we were here.”

“Hmm. That was a long time ago.”

“That was when I realized I had feelings for you,” Zenie admits. Beneath her head, she can feel Shifty chuckle.

“It was for me, too, I think,” he confesses. When Zenie maneuvers so that she can see his face, his brow is furrowed as he thinks it over. “Yeah. When we climbed to the top of Frying Pan.”

“Things felt impossible then.” Back when she was Tommy. Back when her biggest concern was making sure that she wasn’t caught with stolen rolls of bandages. “Hell, it felt impossible this summer, worrying about what had happened to you.”

“Zena.” Shifty rolls onto his side so that they’re facing each other head-on. Their faces are mere inches apart. “I can’t tell you how worried I was about you. Bein’ all alone, somewhere out there. I still feel plumb guilty – “

Zenie reaches up, runs a hand through his hair. “It’s not your fault, Shifty. No one could have known what was going to happen.”

“No, I know, but – “ Shifty bites his lip. “There wasn’t much to do in that hospital bed. Just had to lay around and think. And I kept thinkin’ about you, which led to worryin’ about you. I didn’t want you to think that I had abandoned you. Especially because – “

A pause.

“What is it, Shifty?”

He pushes a sigh through his nose. “I worried myself sick, thinkin’ that maybe after our wedding I had left you in a family way. And then you would be all alone, not knowin’ what happened to me.”

A chill runs through her. All those months alone, that was never a worry that had crossed her mind. Thinking that her friends and her own husband had forgotten about her was bad enough. But being pregnant and thinking that she had been abandoned? That would have been a special kind of hell.

Someone is watching over you, Reneé had said to her back in France. Perhaps God is real. Or maybe Granny really is always with her, still watching out for her. Either way, they got lucky with that one.

For lack of anything better to do, she shakes her head and states the obvious. “Don’t worry. There’s no baby.”

“Not yet.” Shifty props himself up on his arm, studying her. “Would you ever want to? Have a baby, I mean.”

Would she?

There was a time in her life when she would have confidently said no without stopping to really consider her answer. What lies at the heart of it is obvious: she would never want anyone else to have the sort of childhood that she did – lonely and mistreated. She would have said no because she was worried about being like her father.

Matthew’s words from their reunion come back to her then. Neither are you, he had assured her when she told him that he didn’t have to worry about being like their father, because they were nothing alike.

And Shifty is nothing like him, either. He had a good childhood, a good role model for a father. He’s kind and he’s good.

“Yes,” Zenie whispers tentatively, as if raising her voice might somehow ruin the whole thing.

Shifty smiles, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. “Yes?”

“Yes.” She nods this time, making it feel more official. “With the war over, and things quieting down, I think we could start a good family.”

A warm kiss is pressed to her knuckles as Shifty takes her hand, smiling into the gesture. They bask in warm silence for a minute, continuously intwining and interlocking their fingers in different ways. I’m right here, you’re right here, we’re right here together, the gesture seems to say.

“What do we do in the meantime?” Zenie ventures. After all, now that they’re here together, now that there are no more delays, they have to start their lives, somehow. Something that they only mentioned in hopeful passing during the war is here; decisions will have to be made.

Shifty sighs, sinks into his pillow. “We can worry about all that tomorrow. Or in the next few days. We deserve some time to just be together. We’re owed that much.”

They’ve got to make up for lost time. Everyone else will have come home from the war a hero by now. They’ve had months to enjoy themselves, to make plans, to move on. Zenie and Shifty have spent months in an uncertain purgatory. Finalities can wait a little longer.

“I’m just glad we found each other again,” Zenie whispers. “You saved me once again, Shifty.”

A frown crosses Shifty’s sunshine face. He sits up, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

She would have thought it was obvious, but she explains anyway. “I got out of my father’s house because of you. I get to start over with you. If I hadn’t been waiting for you, and if I hadn’t heard about the accident and come up here, I would still be in North Carolina, trapped in that house . . .” Her voice, if it’s possible, becomes even more quiet as she confesses something that she has never told anyone before. “You know, after Granny died, before I ran away, I didn’t think I mattered to anyone. I thought no one would notice if anything happened to me. And I thought about – about going . . .”

He seems to pick up on her veiled meaning. “Oh, Zena.”

Zenie blinks, trying, in vain, to banish the hot pinpricks that have appeared in her eyes. “I know that’s not true now. I’m glad that I stuck around, because I would have missed so much if I were gone.”

The mattress groans as Shifty surges forward, plants a soft kiss on her cheek, and lingers there. “I’m glad you stuck around, Zena.” He says when he pulls away. “I’ll never be able to tell you how glad.”

Back in Bastogne, she had imagined that getting out of her childhood home would look like a scene out of an old fairytale. A handsome man would burst onto the scene, slay the dragon, free the maiden. But it didn’t turn out that way at all. The maiden fled with nothing but a hope in her heart. The prince ran into her along the way.

“You saved me, Shifty.”

Shifty smiles sadly. “Zena, you saved yourself.”

“What?”

“You didn’t know me when you ran away to join the Airborne,” Shifty reminds her. “That was all you. And you made the decision to leave and come find me.” His eyes look very serious when he repeats, “You saved yourself. I just happened to meet you along the way, and got to be a part of your adventure.”

Zenie sinks into her pillow, mulling it over. It doesn’t fit with the narrative that she’s been piecing together in the back of her mind all these months. She’ll have to think on it more to really understand it. But not right now.

Just like on their wedding day, Shifty reaches out and traces delicate shapes on her arm with a calloused finger. “You have more power than you think. Don’t give it away.”

“I’ll try not to.”

“Good.” It’s as good a conclusion as they can hope to reach now, with their sleepy minds and their overexcited hearts. As if to prove a point, Shifty’s eyes slip closed. “Gvgeyui.”

Zenie smiles, watching him slide into sleep. “Gvlvgwodi.”

I love you – I adore you.

#band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #shifty powers #shifty powers x ofc #band of brothers oc #band of brothers x ofc #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #like a girl (like a man)#oc zenie mcglamery #my writing

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mmani-e · 2 years

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please tell us more about you ageswap au

Alright so first of all, Teruki helms a yakuza organization called the Hanazawa Crime Family instead of whatever the hell CLAW was in the original show. This makes Seasoning city waaay different and has a more oppressive but flashy environment, everyone in the org has flashy suits with the exception of Shigeo who has a pure white one. Notable members of Claw would include all of the Awakening lab kids, the middle-school delinquent leaders, Sho, Ritsu, Shigeo, and ofc Teruki

As for the character roles:

Serizawa - An anxiety-ridden kid with social issues, tends to run away from them to avoid himself going wild and breaking shit. Loves hanging out with his cousin Shimazaki, and his employer Tome

Tome - An insane free-spirit that runs a moving business called "Madam Tome's Telepath Tent" it's set in a roving tent to avoid Teruki's protection racket. Tome thinks she's got psychic powers and nobody can convice her otherwise, but she's so good at reading people and cutting through people's bullshit she's basically a telepath anyway.

Shimazaki - Serizawa's cousin and best bro at the beginning of the series. He's popular and very good at most things he does, but he's also very bored. He's secretly yearned for his cousin's natural gift and can't understand why he can't relax and enjoy it.

Reigen and the Spirit Consultations Club - Reigen is a little conman with a golden core. He runs scams through his school based in his little illicit club where he mostly reads people's fortunes and squeezes money out of them. Despite his existence as a total fraud he's somehow attracted some weirdos who in the main universe are part of the Sun Psychic Union (Jodo, Shinra, and Roshuto) who actually can exorcise spirits.

Suzuki- A destructive loner kid who Serizawa during a rampage of his. He's an angry kid who just wants everyone to acknowledge how great he is and aspires to take over the world at first. After getting whooped by Serizawa he becomes a loyal, if clingy, friend of Serizawa. His friendship dynamic is basically Vegeta's

Option 1: Mogami - A malevolent spirit that once belonged to a great psychic, Mogami was exorcised early on by Serizawa from the body of an adult Minori. Mogami is a being a lot more hostile and insidious than Dimple and harbors a hatred of humanity, and it takes a lot of time of taking shit from Tome before he concedes this worldview a little. (potential dimple replacement)

Option 2: Rusty-Sama - A malevolent cursed entity that was once sacrificed to and given praise in order to keep him away, now forgotten and left to rot. He despises the modern world and wants to see it rot away, but is thwarted by Seri. Rusty is notably mute and can only speak in ghost wails he allows others to understand. (potential dimple replacement)

Ritsu - A super-powerful psychic that uses his powers as a means to lash out against his brother due to unresolved sibling conflict that mirrors the one in the OG show. He swaps with Shimazaki and fights to prove himself superior to his big bro

Shigeo - Teruki's bodyguard and emotionless robot. Shigeo has achieved what he initially wanted in the OG show and has become a completely sealed-off, repressed man who never shows a hint of emotion. He's Teru's most trusted confidant, probably the only one, and works to do his bidding - though deep down he doesn't really like it at all. He made friends with Teru early on, with Teru offering to give him a place where doesn't have to worry about hurting others, and now he no longer worries when he does. Win. Eventually he realizes it's all bs, joins Tome's business and becomes her receptionist/boyfriend

Teruki - Leader of his own yakuza clan, he's an egotistical jerk with a flair for the gaudy and flashy things in life. Unlike Claw, the way he runs his business is not at all low-key and exerts very visible control, wanting everyone to know who's boss. He takes great pride in his achievements and has fun doing all of it

#ageswap au #mp100 #mp100 au

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lxhxsxhxs · 2 years

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Stray Kids songs with deep meanings

DISCLAIMER : this is all my opinion and some things i found out after some research

u don't need to agree and u don't either have to like it :)

Phobia

this song can be interpreted as a song talking about strong social anxiety that makes you unable to go out

it can also have a love song meaning..

Chronosaurus

it is talking about the fear of time passing by, like if it was a "monster" trying to ruin your life

it can also be associated to the song 19 bc the meanings are close

Maze Of Memories

as the title says, the topic is to get lost in your own memories and maybe regreting your past self

Levanter

unlocking yourself, going further to reach your goal and catch your dreams

finally being yourself, no matter what ppl can think

Voices

having voices inside your head and getting so sick of it that you need to break free from them

i think it also might talk abt the voices (ppl in general) that are criticizing you and trying to tear you down but this is only my opinion

Alien (Han)

this one isn't on Spotify but on their youtube channel

it's about the fact of feeling that you can't fit anywhere, feeling lost, like "an alien on this Earth"

it can also be interpreted as a sort of social anxiety or depression where you feel useless and just too different and misunderstood

the regret of a past breakup, the feeling of loneliness and culpability after stopping the relationship, feeling useless and lost in your past mistakes

Silent Cry

being unable to express your sadness to others and isolating yourself to cry in the dark

Winter Falls

kind of a metaphor between the falling winter and the relationship that is actually falling apart and cannot be fixed

Sorry, I Love You

being in love with a close friend but also scared of ruining the friendship with your own feelings

Red Lights

(unexpected but true lol)

this song is about an addiction with something you first love but then come to hate because of the pressure and power it has on you (in skz case, i think it's an addiction to work)

Drive (by Lee Know ofc)

ABOUT DRIVING

anyway hope you liked it :)

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This is my interpretation ofc but I think both El and Mike have savior complex syndrome towards each other, which is why they are incompatible (aside from everything else).

In S1, El was a hero with powers but essentially was in need of protection. When Mike and others found her, they helped her to meet the world for the first time after she spent 11 years of her life in a lab. But the moment El started to grow and become independent, her relationship with Mike started to become weird really fast.

Is it just a coincidence that all of El's personal development and growth happens when she's away from Mike? S1 was El's first introduction to the outside world (the real world outside of the lab).

Her development starts in S2... interestingly when she's away from Mike. She meets Kali and others, starts to learn more about her past and realizes her powers, and gets to learn more about them.

In S3, her personal development takes place when she breaks up with Mike. The moment she decides to form a friendship with Max and when the two girls become close. She learns how to be free, how to decide her own likes and tastes, she says it herself that she didn't even know what she likes. She learns it through Max and their connection and influence. In S3, that's the moment where she's truly happy and gets to learn more about herself and personal development.

In S4, she grows stronger and more independent when she leaves Mike... like this is a thing that's constantly happening on the show that it's getting weird if not intentional. She faces the demons of her past, faces that she's not a hero or a monster, and gains more confidence. Is it really random that she constantly grows and develops when she's away from Mike?

Mike claims that he needs El to need him... Is it really true? I think Mike has a savior complex because after all when they found El, Mike was the one who introduced her to real life. Forget that they were only 11 and El was ignorant to the outside world, she never had to chance to find her own identity. She didn't even know what romance even meant. This thing between Mike and El... is it really a romance? Or something that they stick to because that's what they feel they should do?

Let's also take a look at Mike: he never showed any interest in any girl before aside from El before, this girl with superpowers whom he and his friends found. Is it strange to think that he ended up sticking to her because of ''oh, this is a girl so I should love him'' mentality and heteronormativity? But the moment this girl doesn't need him anymore as she grows older and has more personality and agenda, Mike feels conflicted that she wouldn't need him anymore... which is, yeah, he's right.

Mike and El bring each other down. They cannot even be themselves around each other. Mike feels inferior whereas El's development stops when they are together in a relationship. The only moment Mike was genuinely himself was when he was in Hawkins playing D&D and was with his friends and Eddie. He tries to be this different person to El but he fails because that's not who he is, after all. Whereas El lies to him constantly because she wants to seem perfect. They cannot even be honest to each other yet open up to each other.

Is it a coincidence that Mike feels like himself and more open when he's with Will, despite the fact that they barely spoke when they were apart from each other during this time period? Mike can be vulnerable and relaxed when he's around Will, because he doesn't have to act like someone he's not. They have many heart-to-heart convos. Did El and Mike even heart-to-heart convos in any way on the show? Mike opens up to Will like the way he never opens up to anyone. He cannot even hold his relationship with El without Will's peer pressure and coded-confession and prompt, apparently. I was actually kind of shocked seeing how emotionally dependent Mike was on Will in this season. Because in the earlier seasons, Mike was the one who always helped Will. But this time Mike himself was almost completely dependent on Will. This drew a major parallel in Mike/El versus Mike/Will relationship.

Mike and El work platonically. But they don't work together romantically, this has been constantly shown on the show. I was never able to understand Milevens when they said ''Mileven has been built for season''. No. It hasn't. It's been constantly torn down in S3 and S4. If anything, what we been shown that they are incompatible together when they are in a relationship. They can never grow together (unless they are away from each other), they can never be honest with each other and never have heart-to-heart moments, they always have the urge to lie, they have to act like someone they are not, etc...

That's why I think Mileven won't be end game, whatever happens with Byler.

you already said everything, anon. it's curious that when they are together they don't seem able to communicate or grow together. it's their major issue.

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Do you have any thoughts/recommended texts for Cas analysis? I genuinely love the dean gender studies and I just wanna know what people might apply to Cas.

yes absolutely!! while dean studies is my first love i also deeply love cas analysis (casnalysis?) and wanna strive to do more of it. here’s some stuff off the top of my head:

1. gender, sexuality, heavenly embodiment

this is much more theological and less psychological than dean’s whole Deal because there’s so much fascinating stuff around how the angels in general experience express and conceptualise gender (@autisticandroids has a good post about angel gender & lily sunder has some regrets) but for cas in particular there’s this fascinating kind of collective fandom agreement (which i DO also agree with) that cas’ own gender kind of is gay man, that he actively chose gay manhood, but also that he’s kind of..... lacking the Insane Genderishness that dean exhibits at all times, even though he actively chose to engage in male gendering and became so comfortable housed Within Jimmy that he, as some post i saw the other day that i can’t find anymore said, “became his own body” when jimmy died.

like on the one hand there’s an almost-canonical transness to the whole process but it also never feels fully written-into because 1) the supernatural writers for all their insanity are sometimes very boring and *most* of the time only feel interested in narratively expressing angels As Their Vessels anyways and just like leaving convenient spaces around these questions (boldest thing they ever did was hot girl cas which i WISH i had the range to unpack) 2) there’s a vague inevitabilist shrug to the whole thing since they obviously weren’t gonna recast misha collins (though they HAVE tried to get rid of him) and 3) something amorphous about cas’ entire..... personhood? makes him Empty Of Gender as a contrast to dean’s Full Of Gender (i believe it was @deanwinchestergender who said this) and like is it just the juxtaposition to dean/jensen’s whole insane Deal? or something else?

like he actively chooses the terms of his own embodiment and yet narratively it feels like a shrug. and we’re all like “well obviously even though he’s a celestial being he was always a gay man” and like WHY. i love it idk idk much to think about! and yeah just in general the theological questions of possession and cas genuinely Becoming a man as he iterates himself consciously towards humanity it almost feels like. by doing the most boring things possible with his gender they made it interesting? idk if that makes sense.

2. discipline, free will, metanarratives

cas is like a tool (“i am not a hammer, as you say”) held in constant discipline and surveillance by the system that enmeshes him and it’s really, really fascinating to watch the way the angels hold each other to conformity. especially pre-god they kind of produce each other as foucauldian disciplinary subjects (which i posted about here) in perpetual visibility through angel radio, generating their own and each other’s conformity rather than being directly ruled through like a single centralised source of power. only the spectre of a god. and obviously cas’ whole thing is that he has ALWAYS disobeyed and the narrative affords him this psychological interiority never given to the foucauldian subject, an internal will and desire for freedom in a way that fits more with the liberal subject (super roughly and not with the same pro-capitalist implications but he has this internal drive for self-liberation.

and that’s also where the metanarrative comes in ofc! i think it was @dykecas who said that cas is a real person written by people who hate him, and there’s this crack in the narrative (mirroring the crack in his chassis) where cas gets in, over and over, despite all the order imposed by the show’s authorfathergod. like we’ve all seen the analysis about how it was Never supposed to be this way they DID try to fire misha collins in 2012 and yet this gay man literally cannot be stopped! i think actually his appearance in scoobynatural is a neat little distillation of this — he drops into this animated world originally with a singular purpose (Save Sam And Dean) the same way he dropped into lazarus rising with a single 3-episode arc (Save Dean). huge hammer behaviour. his “utility” diminishes within the narrative (he finds that he can’t fly in the scooby doo universe) and so he is no longer a tool/means to an end that salvation moves Through. and in the process (and huge creds to @lesbianyuugi for this) he does something ENTIRELY unrelated to his original cas-as-tool aim, and learns, like, the meaning of laughter from shaggy and scooby. WHICH brings me onto the third point

3. love, queer kinship, family-making

HE’S GAY AND HE’S A DAD! i feel like a lot of tumblr throws around the term “found family” in a very flat and tropey way (which is fine it’s cute and fun no matter what!) but like . GOD there’s so much specific stuff going on here. like the way that cas (unintentionally) obliterates the midwestern white christian nuclear family (made incarnate in the novaks) which like could be uniformly portrayed as an act of deep malice and villainy but instead grows to serve as a surrogate (if imperfect/complex, but DEEPLY loving) father figure for the gay daughter who has now escaped that nuclear family/seen it destroyed depending on how you read it? like he remasters the entire concept of fatherhood and it’s a very interesting (if DEEPLY) unintentional subversion of the homewrecking non-nuclear gay trope. cas is so good because his character arc doesn’t say “look, gay people can be normal and have perfect settled families just like you” it says “gay people DON’T have normal settled families actually and they are full of love anyways! or Because of the abnormalcy itself!)

to cite ziz lesbianyuugi again he DOES queer fatherhood in his parenting of jack particularly because it really is one of the ONLY parent-child relationships in the show that breaks the incessant cycle of abuse and control and cold indifference perpetuated by the authorfathergod (a cycle reified in 15x20 lol). like god’s treatment of cas and his siblings mirrors john’s treatment of sam and dean (particularly dean) mirrors victor’s treatment of krissy and her crew mirrors dean’s later treatment of jack. there is a CONSTANT reiteration of the story of authorfathergod (often a father tightly entwined in biological kinship) treating a child as a mechanism or a tool or a means to an end. and cas looks at ALL that he has suffered and all that he is ever known and chooses constantly to reject it with every piece of love he expresses for his child. and not to sound like the kind of academic people make fun of on twitter but there is an INHERENT queerness to that. gay love will pierce through [the veil of death/the thick silence of abuse/the mechanism of godly control/hegemonic american masculinity] and save the day

anyways here are some very haphazard recs on everything above for further reading:

angels in america (tony kushner)

histrionics of the pulpit: trans tonalities of religious enthusiasm

the public universal friend: religious enthusiasm in revolutionary america

discipline and punish (michel foucault)

friendship as a way of life (michel foucault)

the genesis of blame (recommended by @pietacastiel who has GREAT theology content in general

all about love (bell hooks)

the chapter “when hated characters talk back” in anti-fandom: dislike and hate in the digital age (is actually explicitly about cas)

also cannot recommend enough following the ppl i tagged above!! most of the unlinked stuff is available through http://libgen.li/ and bookshop is a good alternative to amazon if ur american and want physical copies

#thank you so much for this ask it was a delight to answer #spn #casnalysis #making a tag officially #gendernatural #long post

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Replacing America, What to Do?

Land Back and Reparations have been greatly expounded upon elsewhere, I support this entirely. I also support the dissolution of the border, the abolition of the police, the demolition of the criminal justice system, and the further expansion of systems of mutual aid, worker self-management, etc. The anarchist program I am sure you are all aware of. I support the continuing Latinification of Anglo America and I support the full sovereignty and territorial claims of Indigenous Nations. I continually find myself on the same side as the Zapatistas when it comes to nearly any relevant idea or practice. I support refugees and the continued (support means agree with ideologically, my ACTUAL support goes where it is able to and is far more local) development of refugee communities. Free association and intercultural dialogue and shared groups and institutions linking all of these communities, intermarriage shared neighborhoods, love and families, cross cultural music, etc. However the question of the dissolving the USA in favor of more human and multi cultural communities leaves a glaring question, wtf are white people supposed to do and identify. Firstly dealing with the reality of Settler colonialism, addressing white supremacy, dissociating from the state and power, breaking barriers to racial integration and cooperation, etc. But if the USA were to be dissolved, every Native, Black, Latin, Muslim, Chinese, Iranian, Filipino, etc. not to mention Puerto Ricans and Hawaiians who never identified as american anything to begin with, have identities and communities that continue. White Settler identify as Americans, with the exception of insular communities like Irish Travellers (who are themselves a displaced indigenous people and despite european origin not even really white often), and ethno religious cultural groups like Jews and the few Anabaptist sects left, or regional identities like Texan Settlers, Appalachians, Acadians. That American identity, being to the United States and not the Continents of the Americas We Find Ourselves In, is based centrally and irrevocably to loyalty to the American Republic/USA or to the idea of it. Which certainly successor states, especially white supremacist christo fascist ones and/or Techno-capitalist neoliberal ones, which a very large, atleast 50% of White Settlers would side with against a multicultural overthrow of the USA. Where does that leave us few Settlers who would revolt and tear down the system that has struck us with the decontextualizing plague, no more Gael or Slav, no more of this village or that, or a person of that mountain or that river. That has made us and our people complicity and made for us a world of slavery and devastation. Our concerns aren’t the most pressing, the countless groups above are must better socially organized, much more under threat, and various other factors leading to their issues being not only of a higher priority but also being more well considered. Most Settlers do not even know themselves as Settlers, but the few of us who do, and the fewer who desperately want a world after the USA (and canada for that matter), are in a rather strange situation that is a source of much emotional distress for myself atleast. I don’t even know how much anyone else cares, my draw towards ancestral practices certainly heightens it for me, as does my obsession with history. There are a couple of paths on an individual level, there are many white race traitors who have, will, and do marry into and join indigenous, black, or other communities, their children being paler but still being first and foremost a member of that community (not that this is the only type of relation) and ofc even without sexual, certainly heterosexual behavior, white people will, through mutual strugge and personal friendship, find themselves joining their closest friends as found family. For centuries settlers have run away from civilization and joined Natives and Maroons, today Natives live no freer than anyone else for as long as their lands are robbed of proper stewardship, biodiversity and anti-stateness (not that there are not indigenous states, but I am an anarchist). And the other question, which to me comes up time and time again, as while the only true found-familymember, packmate, that I have is not themselves white but is dispossed (as of current), from being a member of a family or community of their people, thanks to abuse and assimilation. This one comes up to me again and again, as while I cannot join the fascist horde I despise who would kill me for having a bent back and a bent gender, aswell as those I care for and have brought me nothing but pain, ableism and empty, fleeting, now-gone, possessions. Nor can I choose myself to marry into another community. I stand a time traveling Gael, lost without a Tuatha. Well I may build myself a fíne (clan or extended family) or canairt (wolf pack), I find myself a future ancestor with the cultural lessons I have dove deep and fought hard and traveled far for, from Ireland and elsewhere, I found myself asking if a new generation of elders were made, would other race traitors find themselves drawn together to start a new culture on purpose, something not impossible, but is it desirable? We cannot return to Ireland, or Gaul, or any village of Europe, to do so would abandon the fight here and the people here. And while our Ancestors Are Us, We Ourselves Are Changed. So what are your thoughts? We need new families, many are sure of that, but what of a new culture? One which respects The Land, which respected the ancestors, respects our neighbors, respects the ancestors of others, respects food, respects the sanctity and necessity of hospitality? Which dives into its own history and forebearers for seeds to grow a new forest? Not just a family farm but a part of something bigger, of a people, of a nation which can join the great american Nation-Of-Nations in the mycelial matrix of anti-colonial, anti patriarchal, anti ecocidal futures, here in what claims to be the States?

And moreover, could European faiths be woven that could stand as an honorable neighbor alongside Traditional Indigenous practices and the West Afrikan Diasporic Traditions and the many Latino folk systems?

Seriously want to hear all y’all, and frankly anyone at all´s, thoughts on the subject if interested. Total respect if not interested. Also feel free to reach in DMs this has been strickening my mind for a few years now and any conversation is a treasure on it. (Neo-) Zapatismo is not an ideology, it is not a bought and paid for doctrine. It is … an intuition. Something so open and flexible that it really occurs in all places. (Neo-) Zapatismo poses the question: ‘What is it that has excluded me?’ ‘What is it that has isolated me?’ … In each place the response is different. (Neo-) Zapatismo simply states the question and stipulates that the response is plural, that the response is inclusive …[2][1]

#paganism #amerikkka #wicca #irish republicanism #anti racism #anti colonial #gaeilge #cymraeg #america moment #anarchism #anarchy #abolition #solarpunk #gen z #antiracism

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lordkambe · 4 years

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Part 1 ✨ hiii, soo I have another naughty request for you (I just love the way you write them, but this is my third one for a smut so pls if I'm being a little over let me know), anyway, let's think about ada and pm fighting another company that is commanded by a female character, she used to be mori and fukuzawa's partner (like if natsume made a trio, but for personal reasons she decided to move from yokohama before they become bosses). when they were close they used to have some threesomes, +

Part 2 ✨✨ and after she almost kill all of their employees they decided that it's time for her punishment? like a lott of edging, degradation, maybe a bit violent (like hard face slaps and hard facefuck? but ofc only if you're ok with that)

♠ character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.

♠ genre, rating: nsfw. 18+ only.

♠ themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, heavy degradation, choking, slapping

♠ author’s note: hey, i love when past requesters come back it makes me so happy that i’m able to bring your ideas to life ! writing this was so fun because i love both these men. i went ahead and assumed that the three were once close so she refers to both men as yukichi an rintaro 💖 i just thought it would be cute lol. thank you for requesting again and i hope this was worth the wait ( sorry about that btw !! )

The city of Yokohama had never been kind to you. The only thing that kept you company was the glint of your sword and the precision of your movements. It kept you employed. It helped you survive. It introduced you to two men you didn’t realize would have such an integral role in your life. Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai were two men with the same ideal; they loved Yokohama but one craved power and the other craved peace. Their goals were explained clearly to you through Natsume, he had a plan and that plan included you. But somehow before you could see that plan turn into action you left; leaving behind friendships, romances, a future.

The lack of compassion is what led you to leave Yokohama, you fled elsewhere and took the little advice Natsume had given you to create your own team of gifteds. Gifteds who weren’t bound by what the government wanted them to be, it was freeing and embodied everything you believed in. The organization grew in numbers and expanded past where it all began. Whether it was a mere coincidence or fate, the organization had found itself in Yokohama... where it all began.

It had been 12 years since you were here last. 12 years since you saw Yukichi and Rintaro. Despite your grown age, you acted like a child and deliberately ignored places where you knew you’d run into the two men. You kept to yourself and didn’t want to confront those old wounds, at least not so suddenly. Besides, your organization's presence in Yokohama was kept secret. It was quiet and moved like a flame but that flame erupted into an explosion and the city of Yokohama was corrupted because of you.

Done at the hands of a rogue member the attack wasn’t intentional but you knew the opposing organizations wouldn’t buy it. You had the safety of your identity concealed but with a possible turf war up ahead you had no choice but to reunite with the two men and hash things over. The subsequent days after the attack were unusually quiet one of your subordinates had brought you an invitation, it was from Yukichi. The letter informed you of a meeting that would consist of yourself, Yukichi, and Rintaro.

Unlike the previous letters Yukichi would send you this one lacked any compassion. It was cold and devoid of any feeling toward you — romantic or platonic. The guilt you felt because of your actions was a heavy burden to carry and it seemed that the man wasn’t eager to free you from that guilt. It was difficult to blame Yukichi; even if he was always difficult with you. Rintaro was kinder and far more patient whereas Yukichi pushed you to your limit. It was the perfect ying yang that translated into the bedroom with ease.

The three of you kept yourself company during those late evenings. It was human nature for those nights to turn suggestive. For all that pent up frustration to be expressed through long nights of pleasure. However those days were far behind the three of you, or you assumed that they were.

The location was familiar to you, it’s where Natsume had informed the three of you of the plans he had for the city of Yokohama. It was a neutral playing ground for the three of you and more importantly it was kept secret. Only the three of you (and Natsume) were aware of its exact location. This provided the three of you the ultimate level of privacy which was perfect provided what most of your evenings entailed.

Both of the men looked different. Yukichi’s hair had grown longer and sat on his shoulders and Rintaro had cleaned up his stubble. Both men looked refined, serious...grown. With both your hands you tucked your hair behind your ears and prepared to break the silence in the room. Before you could, Yukichi cleared his throat.

“What was the reason for your return, L/N?”

You looked at Yukichi but before you could even part your lips to answer he continued,

“Was the attack on the ADA and the Port Mafia intentional?”

Rintaro chimed in, “are you trying to claim something that never belonged to you?”

“I wouldn’t say never.” You managed to speak aloud.

“So the attack was intentional?” Yukichi suggested.

“Of course it wasn’t ---”

“Then what was the reason for such a morbid attack on a city that we love so dearly?” Rintaro asked.

“If you’d just allow me to explain --” you took in a deep breath, “-- the attack was carried through by a rogue member who wanted to overthrow my own organization. They are not a reflection of our values... our morals.” With a hand placed on your chest you continued your sincere response, “While I do not condone their actions, I will take full responsibility for them. I am more than willing to repay the debt I have caused in any way.”

The two men looked at each other and it seemed that they had already come up with a plan prior to meeting you. Rintaro stepped towards you, his gloved hand cupped your cheek and the edge of his thumb gently brushed against your skin.

You held his wrist, “Rintaro...” you whispered. His touch was always gentle. Yukichi approached next and his larger frame consumed the both of you. Unable to look at either of them you kept your eyes closed. Yukichi’s fingertips rose to tuck the few strands of stray hair behind your ear, “Yukichi...” you soon added with a whisper.

“Are you willing to do anything to repay for the damage your organization has caused?” Yukichi asked.

His question encouraged your eyes to open. You looked at the two men and nodded your head.

“Yes. Anything.”

Rintaro replaced the gloved hand on your cheek with his lips. He kissed your cheek tenderly and you melted into his touch. Yukichi laced the space he shared with you closed. With his index finger he traced the bottom of your lip before welcoming you into a kiss. It too was tender and soft.

“Anything?” Yukichi asked once more. His robust fingertips trailed down your neck and stopped at the start of your cleavage, “even this?”

Rintaro’s kisses fell from your cheek down your jaw and stopped to where Yukichi placed his fingertips. The gentle touches felt so warm on your skin and were reminiscent of the days when the three of you would indulge in one another.

Your head fell back; clearly you were enjoying the touches the men were showering you with. “Yes, anything.”

With your consent something inside the two men switched. They transformed into their respective roles that you were familiar with from all those years ago. Yukichi’s fingertips trailed upward and his robust hand grabbed your neck firmly. He kissed you harshly; your teeth hit against his. Rintaro clicked his tongue,

“Fukuzawa has never lost his eager spirit.”

Yukichi ignored the remark as he was far too invested in kissing you. His mouth opened as did yours and Rintaro watched as the two of you wrestled tongues. You soon felt Rintaro’s hand hold yours.

“I cannot deny that you kiss her so well. Perhaps I will also have a taste ---”

With his words Yukichi left your lips and joined them with Rintaro's instead. You watched the two of them kiss with haste and you, eager you, wanted to be between it just like before. The two men were quick to notice and they kissed you nearly fighting to force their tongues into your mouth. From the action alone you began to litter the room with soft moans. The harmonious noise of your pleasure brought joy to the two men. As your petals grew wetter and wetter you felt their lengths grow in size.

Yukichi’s hand was firm on your waist the other was tangled into Rintaro’s hair. Rintaro’s hand was placed gently on Yukichi’s chest and the other? It was hiking up your pencil skirt. His hand was bare, he must’ve removed his gloves when you were kissing Yukichi. His fingertips were like magic. They danced across your skin like a symphony. You opened your legs a bit allowing him to freely touch the wet spot forming on your lace panties.

“She’s already wet for us.” Rintaro moaned into Yukichi’s mouth.

Yukichi stopped his actions and took a step backward. With his arms crossed his eyes were locked to where Rintaro’s hands touched your panties, “impatient, as always.”

“What should we do?”

You simply watched quietly as they had their conversation. You expected punishment and you didn’t want to further your charge.

“Strip her clothes, leave her lingerie. Lay her down.” Yukichi ordered.

Rintaro nodded at his orders. He faced you and began to unbutton your blouse. Flustered at the action your eyes bounced around the room. Yukichi noticed,

“Eyes on him, Y/N.”

You nodded your head and kept your eyes on Rintaro. You watched as he unbuttoned your blouse slowly. Not only was he savoring what was underneath, he was teasing you at Yukichi who stood behind him. With your blouse removed he handed it to Yukichi who threw it behind him. You didn’t dare tell him the designer blouse caused far more than an average one. Rintaro then unclasped and unzipped your pencil skirt. He slid the fabric down your legs and lifted your feet to also throw the fabric elsewhere. He removed your shoes and those two ended up someplace beyond your sight and reach.

You laid down on the carpet underneath you. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you wouldn’t protest a bed instead. Your head moved to the side to view the moonlit horizon --- the moon beams peaked through the sheer curtains and illuminated your body laying on the floor ready to be consumed by the two hungry men who stood above you.

With Rintaro’s task complete the two of you looked at Yukichi who now sat watching. “Do what you think is right, sensei.”

Rintaro took your face with one of his hands and turned it for you to look at him. With the back of his hand he brushed your cheek gently. The sweet touches were soon replaced however with a harsh slap.

“If only you could see yourself.” He began. “Such a whore.” He placed another slap across your cheek. The masochistic action caused your legs to tremble.

You heard Yukichi chuckle. “Sensei, she’s getting wetter and wetter.”

His observation embarrassed you so you closed your legs. Much to Rintaro’s displeasure he tore your legs open and revealed your wet spot. Instructing you to lift up your hips he removed your panties and flung them elsewhere. Your drenched pussy was exposed to the two men fully and the two of them laughed.

“Can you believe this bitch?” Rintaro asked. He inserted a single digit inside of you. He hooked his finger and you felt so close to the spot that brought you the most pleasure. That was Rintaro, he loved but he was never fair with it.

“You want me there don’t you? With just one finger you want me to make you cum.” Rintaro taunted.

“You think I’d ever satisfy a bitch like you? After what you did?” His free hand smacked you once more. The sound of him hitting your flesh echoed throughout the room. He inserted another finger inside of you and began to thrust them in and out.

“You like that huh? You fucking whore.”

Yukichi stood from his seat.

“Sensei. Don’t have her cum from just your fingers.”

“I would never.”

Rintaro removed his fingers from inside you and a gasp left your lips. You had to prevent your hands from reaching down and touching yourself. Yukichi knelt down and lifted your frame off the floor. He held you bridal style and escorted you inside a bedroom.

He threw your body on the bed, the plush feeling of the mattress as a great relief against the harsh surface of the carpet. On your back Yukichi laid on his side beside you. Rintaro sat by your legs as he was eager to complete the task of fingerfucking you.

With Yukichi’s permission, Rintaro returned a finger inside you. With your eyes on Yukichi your face contorted to reflect the ecstasy you felt. He placed his thumb inside your mouth and you sucked on it.

“Do you wish it was my cock?” Yukichi asked.

“Not yet Fukuzawa.” Rintaro warned.

“Fine.” Yukichi kissed you instead. As he did Rintaro replaced his fingers with his mouth. The euphoric feeling of his tongue lapping against your folds made you moan into Yukichi’s mouth. He slapped your cheek.

“Just for fun.” Yukichi clarified.

The rhythm of Rintaro’s tongue sped and while he did Yukichi began to trail his kisses down your jawline to your chest. Your breasts were still covered by your bra but the lace didn’t leave much to the imagination. Yukichi didn’t bother with the clasps or even the straps of your bra. His calloused hand simply tore the fabric from your chest to reveal your hardened nipples to him. Without missing a beat he attached his mouth to your nipple and began to lick circles around it. The feeling of Yukichi and Rintaro’s tongue touching your most sensitive areas made your nerves tingle. You felt closer and closer to your peak.

Your moans grew louder and louder the lewd sounds that were leaving your body were sounds you weren’t aware you were capable of making.

“Mmmm--- such a slut.” Rintaro moaned into the folds of your pussy. He stopped his task and removed his fingers. Yukichi quickly noticed and stopped his task as well. You watched as Rintaro took his two fingers that were coated in your juices and placed them in Yukichi’s mouth. Yukichi’s tongue licked Rintaro’s fingers thoroughly. You could see both of their hard-ons throb through the fabric of their pants. You were shaking, moaning at the sight. So desperate to reach your peak you cried out,

“Please!”

The two men stopped their act. Yukichi looked at you.

“Y/N?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Please, I need --- I need to cum. Please let me.”

The two men laughed. Rintaro laid at your side and gently touched your cheek where he had slapped you before. “We’ve barely even started your punishment, Y/N.”

“I know...” You replied with a whimper. “I’m just --- so fucking desperate. Please.”

Rintaro looked at Yukichi who was now off at the side of the bed facing the window. He removed his robe and placed it on a chair.

“You’re eager too.” Rintaro noted. Yukichi only grunted in response.

“I suppose you can have your fun.” Rintaro then said.

With that you watched as Rintaro exited the bed and Yukichi entered. You felt the mattress dip as his larger, masculine body was now on it. He’d grown quite a bit since you saw him last, he aged --- beautifully. You watched as he removed his yukata and revealed his broad physique. Now in only his briefs he lowered his frame to press his chest against yours. With your legs open you felt his clothed cock on your sensitive clit.

He thrusted his hips upward and you let out a moan. Yukichi held your wrists down and thrusted once more. Rintaro felt himself through his pants at the sight. You heard his gentle moans and whimpers that only fueled your lust further. Through the corner of your eye you saw him just as engulfed in pleasure as you were.

“Y/N.” Yukichi started. “How badly do you want it? Tell me how much of a fucking whore you are.”

You swallowed dryly. “I want it so bad. I want both of you inside me.” Yukichi opened your mouth with his thumb.

“Should Sensei put his cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” He thrusted his hips again and you nodded your head fervently.

Yukichi lifted himself off your body. He used his hands to flip you on your stomach. Now laying sideways you faced Rintaro and Yukichi was behind you. Rintaro removed the rest of his clothing and Yukichi removed his briefs.

In front of Rintaro's hard cock it stood straight and a few thick veins ran up the shaft. The tip was red and already coated in his precum. He placed the tip of his cock on your lips but didn’t enter his cock inside you, not until Yukichi had instructed him to do so.

Yukichi held your hips upward. He slapped your ass and you moaned loudly, painfully; which caused Rintaro to scold him.

“I believe she’s had enough. We’ll have to apply ointment if you continue.”

Yukichi clicked his tongue and slapped your ass once more. “Then so be it. This is a punishment after all.”

Yukichi traced the tip of his cock on the entrance of your pussy. Your memory recalled that he was well endowed just as Rintaro was. The thought of them both penetrating you made you stick your ass out and open your mouth wider; ready for these two men to destroy you.

Without warning the two men entered inside of you. Rintaro, as always, was gentle. He eased inside of you allowing your jaw to resize to accommodate the size of his length. Meanwhile, Yukichi entered inside of you fully. His thick, throbbing cock was inside of you and you felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch as he did.

You wanted to moan but your sounds were muffled with Rintaro’s cock in your mouth. The two of them thrusted in unison. The sound of your sloshing pussy mixed with your gagging noises. The two men grunted and moaned in pleasure themselves.

“Ah! If one thing hasn’t changed it’s how much of a fucking slut you are Y/N.” Rintaro moaned and leaned in forward causing his cock to slip further in your mouth and hit the back of your tongue.

Yukichi held your hips so tightly that you knew you’d be greeted with bruises the next day. He drilled his cock inside of you taking out all of his frustrations on your pussy. Your pussy that was so wet, just dripping in pleasure.

“You --- you fucking bitch!” Yukichi degraded you. His hand coming down every now and then to strike your ass. “Fucking whore. Taking my cock like this. Your pussy is so fucking we--wet.”

Rintaro was far more quiet except for the gentle, almost kitten like moans that were leaving his lips. He held your head and began to thrust into your mouth with more speed. As he did his moans grew louder and louder. Soon, he grabbed a handful of your hair and thrusted his hips into your face so that your nose touched his lower abdomen. He was face fucking you with so much vigor as he enjoyed the state of your face. Your mouth was drenched in his juices and your own saliva. Your eye makeup had melted due to the tears streaming heavily down your cheeks. The feeling of his cock continuously touching the back of your throat was a mixture of both pain and pleasure. You gave your thanks by hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off. For Yukichi? You rose your hips a little higher and started moving them at the same pace as his.

The two men were in awe as you fell into your submissive role perfectly.

“Mhm. Such a good little slut as always, huh?” Rintaro mentioned with a stutter.

Yukichi was too warped in his action to speak but he was unwilling to give you the gift you wanted even if you were being good. He felt you clench around his cock and that gave him enough of a reason to remove himself entirely. The absence of his cock inside of you made you whine on Rintaro’s dick. The vibration made him shudder, but before he could release inside you. He too removed himself.

Your body collapsed onto the bed. You were coughing as you attempted to catch a breath in your lungs. The two men were panting as well, both of their cocks still hard and throbbing.

“Get on your back, bitch.” Yukichi ordered. Quickly you got on your back. Your neck dangled off the side of the bed and your legs were wide open, ready for Yukichi to take you. The two men nodded their heads and assumed their positions.

Rintaro traced his cock around your mouth again, “so pretty. Your mouth --- so pretty around my cock.”

Instead of in unison, Yukichi entered inside of you first. His thrusts this time were far slower than before. He was savoring it, you thought.

“Before you shove that cock in your mouth again tell us how much of a whore you are, Y/N.” Yukichi ordered.

You cried out, “I’m a fucking whore, a cumslut for both of your cocks.”

The two men laughed.

Rintaro placed his cock inside you, this time he didn’t give you the benefit of resizing your jaw to his cock. You unhinged immediately and he thrusted his cock inside of you. Yukichi’s thrusts began to pick up speed the second he saw Rintaro’s bulge in your throat. He leaned in and kissed the spot where he saw it. Your legs were kicking from underneath you and your hands clenched the sheets. The sight of you moving so desperately for your release only encouraged the two men to be teasing with their movements. They moved fast, they moved slow, sometimes they didn’t move at all.

“I-I’m close.” You heard one of them stutter out. You were unable to make out who. The position you were in caused you to feel dizzy and the pleasure you were experiencing sent you into a state of euphoric delirium.

Then you felt it. You felt the knot in your stomach explode. Hot, thick spurts of cum not only coated your pussy but your throat. The two men held their positions and you took it. You took their loads of cum inside of you. And you? The orgasm ripped through your entire body. Your pelvis twitched and although your throat ached the feeling of Rintaro’s cum dripping down it was worth it. For a few seconds the two men remained inside of you to ensure that you took every last drop of their cum.

“Fucking slut.” One of them said.

“Whore.” The other said.

Yukichi lifted your weak figure and allowed you to lay on the bed correctly. The two men then joined you. Rintaro was on your left and Yukichi was on your right. The two men held you and with a tired, shaking voice you apologized.

“Rintaro, Yukichi. I’m sorry.”

The two men simply mumbled in response. They were just as exhausted as you.

“We’re not quite done with you pet.” Rintaro whispered following it up with a yawn.

#bsd x reader #mori ogai x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bsd smut #bsd x y/n #bsd mori #bsd fukuzawa #tm.#nsfw.#bsd.

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MY WIZARDS EXPERIENCE

A COMPILATION BC I'M TOO LAZY TO SEPARATE THIS SHIT

P.S. Spoilers(?) Ahead P.P.S. THIS IS REALLY LONG SO HONESTLY DON'T WASTE UR TIME JUST WANT TO GET THIS ALL OUT

Episode 1

Douxie is precious. I'd give my life for him love him.

Archie the little shit. I love him.

THE OPENING SEQUENCE!!! BROOOOO

Jim u unfotunate bb

GIVE JIM A BREAK!!!

Merlin ur so useless sometimes i h8 u

NARI BB I LOVE U I'M ADOPTING U U PRECIOUS CHILD

GIVE DOUXIE AND CLAIRE THE STAFFS THEY DESERVE!!!

THE END CREDITS!!!!!!!!!

Episode 2

FREE JIM!!!

DON'T KILL JIM!!!

SAVE JIM!!!

POWERFUL CLAIRE 😍

GLOWY EYES CLAIRE 😍😍😍

MORGANA I KNOW U TRIED TO KILL MY BABIES IN TROLLHUNTERS BUT I LOVE U UR GORGEOUS

Arthur u suck

... douxie that was yourself

douxie u suck at blending in but i still love u

oh God steve why

u fucking look alike ofc u'd say that

YES FREE JIM!

drunk steve :')))

rapper steve :')))

Merlin during that part when the trolls escape Camelot lol same

POWERFUL CLAIRE!!!

GLOWY EYES CLAIRE!!!!!

trollhunter squad -1 being saved by their enemies lol

Episode 3

I do not like glowy eyes jim

morgana gwen gay

HOLY SHIT POWERFUL CLAIRE 😍

i wanted u two (morgana and claire) to be friends :'(((

HOLY SHIT ARTHUR WAS THE ONE WHO CUT MORGANA'S HAND OFF

AHSAKAJSKAJ MORGANA DEAD???

Episode 4

AGAKAJAAJ BLINKY

NIMUE!!!

TIME TO SEE WHICH NIMUE THEORY IS TRUE

AAARRRGGHH!!!

WITCH CLAIRE! POWERFUL CLAIRE! U AMAZING GIRL I LOVE U! U CAN OPEN THAT SHADOW PORTAL!

TEACHER DOUXIE :')))) I LOVE U

no nimue theory is true (or maybe there's a true theory out there but the ones i have read aren't)

IT'S THE THINGY!!! (and by thingy i'm referring to that netflix screensaver?/sneakpeek?/thingy)

Douxie freeing Nimue and receiving excalibur

Ur an amazing person Douxie and i love u

Jim & Morgana parallel???

OoO IT WAS NARI WHO GAVE MORGANA THE HAND

history's going alright in my pov

Episode 5

MORGANA GETTING HER GOLD ARMOUR GEAR THINGY!!! (me: 😍)

MORE TEACHER DOUXIE HIHI!!!

SHIT CLAIRE GET OUT OF THERE

>:((( merlin listen to them

steve and food hihi (same)

oh God steve

steve calling for eli :'(((

IS CALLISTA GONNA BE DEYA?!!!

CALLISTA DEFINITELY IS DEYA

CLAIRE IS BEING THE AWESOME QUEEN SHE IS AGAIN I LOVE HER

U GO GIRL

creepslayerz :'))) i miss eli

past douxie u dork i love u

Episode 6

AAAAAAAA VENDEL

Jim & Claire reunion 😍

draal i missed u :'(((

TROLL DADS ORIGIN HIHI

IF THEY KILL JIM I SWEAR

THE AMULET OF DAYLIGHT ORIGINS HIHI

where's kanjigar?

decimaar blade >:(((

coach steve HIHIHI i love him

Jim and Claire date hihi they're so soft my bbs

:'((((

jim... claire's always been an awesome wizard

THE AMULET ORIGINS!!!

DOUXIE AND MERLIN WORKING TOGETHER TO CREATE IT :')))

DOUXIE FINALLY GETS THE STAFF HE DESERVES YIEEEEE!!!

CALLISTA TROLLHUNTER!

pre-trollhunters draal >:(((

THE TROLL DADS 🥺

BLINKY U GAY SHIT

ALSO AAARRRGGHH!!! HAD A NOSE RING WHAT A CUTIE

YIEEEEEE CAL IS DEYA I KNEW IT!!!

AJA MENTION!!!

Episode 7

IT'S THE BATTLE OF KILAHEAD!!!

PLS DON'T KILL JIM HUHU

gosh merlin u useless shit douxie's doing all the hard work

DEYA WHERE DAFUQ R U

OH NO LANCELOT

OH NO ARTHUR

OH HE ACTUALLY DIES HERE AND IT'S NOT GONNA MESS WITH TIME ALRIGHT NO PROBLEM

DEYA! TROLLMARKET! WHERE R U

THERE THEY ARE WHAT TOOK YA'LL SO LONG

WHERE'S THE DAYLIGHT ARMOUR???

OH THERE IT IS

DOUXIE TURNING HIS STAFF INTO A GUITAR THE ABSOLUTE CUTIE

don't worry doux i think it's amazing

DOUXIE U DORK I LOVE U

U CAN DEFEAT MORGANA WITH THE POWER OF MUSIC I BELIEVE IN U !!!

DOUXIE AND HIS OBSESSION WITH FIRE HIHI

IT'S THE QUOTE (ALTHOUGH JUST PART OF IT) BUT STILL !!!

IF U THINK I DIDN'T RECITE IT ALONG WITH DEYA

(disappointed she didn't get to say it so i'll say it for her) DON'T THINK !!! BECOME !!!

DEYA MY GURL I'M SO PROUD OF U

I LOVE MY TROLL DADS

JIM PLS DON'T DIE :'(((((

where's steve? where dafuq is steve? did ya'll leave him? HOY DON'T LEAVE HIM

oh jk he's there

hihi past douxie hihi

Episode 8

JIM NO DON'T DIE HUHU

NARI U PRECIOUS CHILD 😍

PROTECC NARI

DOUXIE AND HIS MAGIC GUITAR I LOVE HIM

WTF NO JIM!!! HUHU

NOOOO JIM

AYSJAHSKAHA IT'S KREL HIHI

her name's zoe !!!

soooooo who exactly is zoe

"we're closed to privileged arthurian toolbags" ok i love zoe

wizard underground hihi

HAVE I ALREADY SAID HOW MUCH I LOVE NARI HIHI

WTF DID THEY DO TO JIM GRRR

FREE JIM !!! SAVE JIM !!!

OH NO THEY FUCKING BROKE THE AMULET AGAIN

WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP BREAKING THE AMULET

WHY DOES IT KEEP FUCKING BREAKING

MORGANA!!!

MORGANA JOINS TEAM GOOD ???!!!

HOLY CRAP WHO DAFUQ IS THE GREEN NIGHT

IS IT ARTHUR? BUT HE'S DEAD ???

PROTECT NARI HIHI I LOVE HER

but gdi merlin

YES!!! SAVE JIM!!!

so ... who is pretending to be nari

is it archie???

yep! it is archie

NARI I LOVE HER

PRECIOUS

gdi merlin we're not leaving without claire and jim

CHANGE JIM BACK FREE JIM SAVE JIM HUHU WTF DID THEY DO TO JIM

fucking shit morgana i want u in team good stop being team bad

IT'S ARTHUR HOLY FUKC

HOLY SHIT MERLIN DEAD ???

i h8 merlin but shit bro why'd u kill him huhu

GLOWY EYES DOUXIE 😍

POWERFUL DOUXIE 😍

GO BOI

MERLIN ALIVE ???

"i'll try to make u proud" "you already have" :'((( no i'm not crying u r

SON???!!! HAHA(?) I KNEW IT???

BUT WHY WOULD CALL UR DAD MASTER??? WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP KINKY SHIT???

Episode 9

hihi past douxie

douxie u cheater

AH JK FATHER FIGURE NOT REAL FATHER alrightz

doux :'((((

i mean i'm not super sad bc i don't really like merlin but still

IS THAT A GOOD MORGANA I SEE hihihi

FREE JIM :'((((

nari i love u

NO JIM'S ALIVE I BELIEVE

noooo don't bake douxie into a blood pie i love him

did charlemagne the devourer just make a pun

charlemagne is archie's dad lol i didn't expect that

charlie

lol this is gonna take a long time

TEAM GOOD MORGANA !!!!!

HIHI MORGANA I'M PROUD OF U

CLAIRE AND MORGANA BFFS lol

BB ARCHIE THAT'S SO CUTE

DOUXIE!!!

THE CLAIRE MORGANA DUO HIHI

Episode 10

Last ep huhu

krel my boi !!!

nari bb :'(((

krel precious

douxie hihi my boi !!! U SMART BOI I LOVE U

YES U ARE STRONG ENOUGH HISIRDOUX CASPERAN I LOVE U

he trapped them in a time loop i love him

douxie and his guitar i love him

NARI HIHI UR SO PRECIOUS I LOVE U

THAT'S MY BOI DOUXIE I LOVE U

OH NO DON'T KILL DOUXIE

DOUXIE PLS DON'T DIE

AHSKAJSKSJA PURPLE EYED CLAIRE OMG GURL I LOVE U

GLOWY EYED PURPLE EYED CLAIRE !!!!

OH NO DID THEY KILL MORGANA

DID MORGANA DIE ?????

OH NO DON'T KILL CLAIRE

CLAIRE PLS DON'T DIE

MORGANA DEAD :'(((

WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING PPL HUHU

stop it

STOP BREAKING MY HEART

JIM ALIVE!!!!

IT'S MY BLUE EYED BABY BOI

OH NO JIM DEAD :'(((( i'm literally sobbing right now huhu NOOOO

U CAN'T DO THIS WTF HUHU

AHAAJJAJAAJ TEAR!!!

AHSKAJAKAKAKA JIM ALIVE!!!!

JIM HUMAN!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OH NO DOUXIE NO

DON'T DIE DOUXIE HUHU

YES SAVE DOUXIE!!!! CATCH DOUXIE!!!

OH NO FUCK DOUXIE DEAD TT

DOUXIE ALIVE!!!

or douxie dead??? i'm confused

MHM DOUXIE WHY R U THERE GO BACK TOT THE LAND OF THE LIVING

LOL DOUXIE NOT FOLLOWING MERLIN'S INSTRUCTIONS I LOVE HIM

WTF DOUXIE DEAD???!!! I DISAGREE

YES!!! DOUXIE ALIVE !!!!!!!!!

JIM HUMAN I'M SO HAPPY!!!!

JIM EYEBROW SCAR??? OMG!!!

JIM WIELD EXCALIBUR???

OR NOT???

TALES OF ARCADIA: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

no douxie nari don't go away huhu i'm gonna miss u

DOUXIE AND NARI IN A BIG CITY IS THAT NEW YORK OR SMTH

WHERE R THEY???

BUT WBT EXCALIBUR???

AND THE ARCANE ORDER???

SEASON 2???

it's a limited series tho so maybe not huhu

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