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masterjedilenawrites · 8 months

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In Other Words: Hold My Hand - Chapter 1

Weee look at me, starting another story when I have so many others left to finish 🙃 To be fair, I started this one a while ago and fully intended to get it off the ground sooner. But, you know, life. So after a sudden burst of creativity and motivation (while caught in throes of my Hux BS), here we are, chapter one ready to be released into the world. Just don't ask me when chapter two will come...

Part One: Hold My Hand

Chapter One

Hux x fem!reader | 2.4k words

Content warnings: Mention of torture/interrogation, mention of childhood abuse

It was a mystery how you'd ended up in this exact spot you currently found yourself in. The sequence of events themselves were fairly straightforward. There'd been an unexpected skirmish between some First Order troopers and your band of Resistance fighters; you and your best friend Nat had jumped foolishly into the fray despite only just having started your combat training; the Order had unsurprisingly cornered the two of you... and then, in what she probably thought to be a brilliant move, your friend had convinced the troopers you wanted to defect and join the Order. Then there was a week of nasty interrogation to ensure your stories matched up and held true. Somehow you'd both been cleared, and now here you were, standing outside the office of who would be your supervisor aboard The Finalizer, waiting to be summoned in.

What had happened was clear enough. The mystery was understanding why it had all happened. How could there possibly be good in the galaxy when it had devised such a series of unfortunate events to set you down right here, in the thick of all you despised? How could you possibly hope to improve that galaxy from here, or at the least simply benefit your own life? There was a reason espionage and spies weren't used against the First Order - a reason you'd tried repeatedly to explain to your stubborn friend to no avail.

Damn her, you grumbled to yourself, though you knew you didn't fully mean it. Sure, she'd had the idea, but you'd gone along with it. You couldn't make her shoulder all of the blame.

A swooshing sound accompanied the sudden opening of the door in front of you. You stood at attention, coming face to face with a young officer in a smart-looking hat. He clutched a datapad in the crook of his arm as if he were keeping it there on a time-out.

He didn't seem to notice your presence until he had already stepped out of the room and made to follow the hallway to the right. He paused in a second of surprise, and then made a little scoffing noise.

"He's in quite a mood," he said and gave you a knowing look, though you weren't sure what you were supposed to know by it. "Good luck."

He swiftly stalked off, leaving the doorway in front of you open to the office beyond. Fluorescent lights glowed from the ceilings inside, giving you a chance to scope out what you were walking into. Most of the room was bare up here by the door; too bare, like there was supposed to be more furniture but it had disappeared somehow. The back half of the room was more naturally filled. A large bookcase stood tall and proud along the back wall, boasting of thick tomes and unique trinkets. To the side was a low counter with a few liquor bottles and mixers. There was also a small box of some kind in the corner, with a carpeted top and a hole in the side. You weren't sure what it was for.

And placed before all of it, directly in the center, just before the threshold you now found yourself crossing, as if dividing the room between emptiness and warmth, was a large desk made of dark wood and brass furnishings. A lone chair sat in front of it for guests, while the office's owner sat in his own chair on the other side.

Hunched in his chair, was more like it. The position almost could have obscured his identity from you as you tried to get your nerves under control. But alas, the ginger hair still gave him away.

You choked.

"What," he drawled with annoyance, not bothering to look up from the work that occupied him on his desk.

Hux. The General Hux. The face of the First Order and all its terrifying advancements. He was to be your supervisor? What a cruel joke the universe was playing on you.

You stood in shocked silence, which seemed to annoy him further as he huffed and finally looked up. Whatever reproach he was prepared to give vanished as he took in your appearance.

"Who are you?"

You swallowed hard under his gaze. Never in your life did you think you'd come face to face with this man, and now here you were, mere feet away, donning the uniform of his people and completely under his authority.

Oh you were going to kill your friend for this.

"I..." Your throat felt like it was constricting. Panic would soon overtake you if you didn't shake free of its grasp now. As you'd learned in your interrogation, it would not do to show any sign of weakness in this place, not even a bit of hesitancy. And you would need that strategy even more with General Hux watching you.

You cleared your throat quickly and straightened up further. "I believe I am to be your new assistant, sir. They sent me here to report for duty."

Hux regarded you for a moment and then leaned back in his chair with a quirked eyebrow. He didn't seem annoyed anymore, but there was a sort of sneering curiosity that took its place, and you weren't sure which you'd rather be dealing with in this moment.

"Ah, yes. Deserters from the Resistance. I was so surprised by the news, I had to see one of you for myself."

He paused to gauge your reaction, though you didn't have one. You were too preoccupied with keeping yourself standing upright in his presence.

"We don't get many rebels willing to join our ranks. Though when it does happen, it's always right at the moment they have a blaster to their heads. Curious, isn't it?"

You cleared your throat. "I suppose it is, sir."

"You will call me General," he said cooly.

"Yes, General," you obeyed promptly.

He studied you for a moment, no expression on his face to indicate anything he could be thinking. Surely he was suspicious of you; he'd be foolish not to be. And you suspected that's why you were to be his assistant. In case you were a spy of some sort. You'd be in proximity to a tempting amount of good intel, but wouldn't be able to do anything with it under the General's watchful gaze. He was clever one, you'd give him that.

Though what he was considering about you now was beyond you. Maybe he was changing his mind, saw the nerves you were so desperately trying to hide, deciding playing such a game with you wouldn't be worth the trouble.

"I expect an itinerary of the next day's events on my desk each evening by 8," he finally said. He quickly moved through his words as if he'd had to recite them numerous times, and you briefly wondered how many assistants this man had gone through before you finally realized you should probably be paying closer attention. "You will also maintain reports on the health of each department I oversee, filter any feedback or escalated concerns from the department heads, and share only the most important for my attention. You will accompany me to all non-confidential meetings and take down notes...."

He trailed off and sported a small smirk.

"Do you wish to take some down now?"

You quickly nodded, hating how he was already finding ways to subtly undercut your competency.

He opened a drawer and fished out a data pad, handing it over to you and gesturing to the opposite chair, all the while maintaining that smirk. You fiddled with the device and tried to quickly note down what he'd said so far. You could feel him watching you. Your fingers shook from the anxiety of it all.

When you finally looked up at him, his face was back into something more neutral.

"Ready?" he asked softly. You realized he was being patient, an incredible relief to your nerves, so you tried for a smile with your response.

"Yes, General."

He nodded and continued, speaking almost a mile an hour as if through a well-rehearsed speech, and you did your best to keep pace. Your notes were a jumbled mess of various times and tasks, preferences and expectations. You hoped you'd be able to make sense of them later. One missed detail, and you suspected you'd be booted off the ship faster than you could say dank farrick.

"And finally," he said at last, and you couldn't help but let out the breath you'd been holding the past ten minutes, "this may go without saying but I shall state it anyway so we are perfectly clear. You will not be allowed access to outside communications."

He leveled a hard look at you, one that spoke volumes louder than his words.

"I have also waived your right to any leaves of absence. Until you have gained my full and complete trust."

You nodded, suspecting as much.

"And in all transparency, there is not a single soul in this galaxy who has managed to earn my full and complete trust. Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded again, unable to keep his gaze. A part of you was sinking at the thought. You were trapped aboard this ship. No sky, no sea, no trees. Just sterile walls and shiny floors and an endless expanse of empty space behind a viewport. You could very well die here and never feel sand beneath your toes again.

General Hux stood, and you quickly rose to match.

"That said, it will be to our mutual benefit for you to take this position seriously. I run a very tight ship so I expect nothing less than professional excellence from you."

"Yes, sir. General. Sorry. Yes, General."

He gave an almost imperceptible sigh through your flustering. You certainly weren't inspiring any confidence in your ability to do this job, not when you kept remembering how dangerously thin a line you walked here. And though you didn't exactly want to be here, you'd be damned if you were ever thought of as less than good enough.

"You are dismissed." He waved a hand as he sat back down again, his attention already returned to the stack of papers he'd been pouring over before your arrival. You were more than grateful to finally be allowed out of this situation. The emotions you'd been bottling in needed to be let out. You wasted no time in turning on your heel and scurrying away.

"Oh, one more thing," he said just before you could open the door to your freedom. "You'll be given the rank of Second Lieutenant. It means nothing other than to ensure you have proper security clearance to accompany me when needed. You can pick up your badge and insignia at the security office."

This information, as well as all you'd noted down, weighed on you as you finally made it out the door. You walked down the hall in a daze, not knowing where you were going, entirely too fixated on this bizarre situation you found yourself in. You were a Second Lieutenant aboard a First Order ship, serving directly under General Hux, and banned from even so much as glimpsing a life outside of this one. You'd never be able to see your friends or family again. In fact, you'd be helping fight against them now. Whatever service you performed for the General would be in service to the war he waged against your people.

You paused in your wandering to lean against the nearest wall, grateful that whatever part of the ship you were in didn't have much foot traffic. The side of your head rested against the cool steel walls and your eyes closed in a fight against the tears that threatened to burst forth. You focused on your breathing. In and out. In and out. No thinking, no feeling. Just breathe.

You stayed like this an undeterminable amount of time before slowly reopening your eyes and coming back to the present moment. How long the calming effects of your meditation would last, who knew, but at least you were now numb enough to get back to the tasks at hand. You'd need to find the security office. And your room, or bunks, or wherever they intended to have you sleep around here. And perhaps most importantly, you'd need to find your friend.

If not to ensure she was alright, than at least to give her a piece of your mind.

* * *

Hux watched as discreetly as he could the disappearing form of the woman who was to be his new assistant. Even after the door slid shut behind her, his gaze still lingered on the spot she had last been.

He'd come to expect timidness from all who found themselves in his presence these days. His reputation had grown quickly and held fast, much to his relief. He still felt like he'd came into this position, this war even, much too quickly to have any real sense of confidence about it. Not that he'd let anyone see, of course, which was why he was grateful he at least had the skill of being able to put on a good show, to mask the insecurities he privately fought. Years of abuse and neglect were to thank for that.

But this woman, this rebel-turned-deserter, was throwing him off. She had been timid, yes, but had also shown all the other telltale signs of someone wanting his approval. Compliance, politeness, even a bit of pride. As if she had been raised in an old Imperial household and came here to work her way up the ladder of power with the rest of them, but still viewing him with a sort of fearful reverence.

It perplexed him. To what end was she here? An honest wish to change sides seemed unlikely, which only left the option of her being a spy. But that didn't fit the facts well, either. As a spy, she'd either be a good actor and show no signs of fear, or she'd be terrible at keeping on a game face and have no tact at all. She displayed both. He didn't know what to make of her.

He sighed, realizing he'd been endlessly ruminating again, and as a result could feel that familiar tension of an oncoming headache in his forehead. He shook himself, as if that would dispel the strain, and tried to focus back on his work.

He'd made her his assistant for a reason, to keep an eye on her, and to an extent her friend. He'd figure out their intentions soon enough, he'd just need to interact with her more.

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mantisgodsart · 6 months

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so very small Worm (Wildbow), Bug Fables Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Skitter | Weaver | Taylor Hebert, Post-GM, Transmigration, Spiders, Bugs & Insects, Canon-Typical Violence

Taylor Hebert wakes up in the middle of a grassy field with an aching head, a massive blank in her memory, and approximately four more limbs than she remembers having. Approximately, of course, because one of her original four limbs appeared to be gone, and she wasn't sure how to qualify an entire abdomen suddenly spawning off of her backside. Something ingrained deeply into her skull told her she should be blaming someone, but she couldn't quite remember who.

Author's Note: Bugtober, Day 19 - Mimic. We think that Taylor would be a mimic spider if we swapped her over to BF. We have no major justification for this, but we are open to suggestions if anyone has a better idea, seeing as it's been nearly three years (we think) since we've read Worm and there are likely people on this website who are not operating on three years of character drift.

#our art #bug fables #worm #parahumans #taylor hebert #watercolor #bugtober #finished #what canon is the violence typical for? good question.#losing access to swarm tactics doesnt defang taylor but it Does mean she would have to put in more effort for gore #this is not a real fic and will not be a real fic at any point in the forseeable future btw #in order for us to write a fic we have to have read the source media within at least six months of writing #and we have been procrastinating on rereading worm #this is just a vague idea that came about from discussing what bugs the undersiders would be #generally we agreed she would be a social insect of some description but this is more Fun for the setting #she is a perfectly normal ant. who is normal. and standard.#we have previously drawn taylor approximately Never and we have not figured out mimic spider anatomy with their weirdass two segments #ehh. her disguise is perfectly passable. ants will not bat an eye at her because she smells right and ant eyesight sucks ass #for those wondering on other placements rachel is a weevil lisa is an orchid mantis brian is a ladybug and alec is a parasitoid wasp #we also decided that squealer would be a bombadier beetle. we feel no desire to clarify this decision. take it as you will #we will now fail to post anything even vaguely worm related for approximately five trillion more years

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zeb-z · 1 year

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Admittedly I don’t know much about Rae Sloane, but shouldn’t she be like smack dab in the middle of literally all the live action stuff that’s airing now?

#like. isn’t she in the shadow council or whatever? doesn’t she start the first order??#why’s everyone and their mom worried about Thrawn? like bbg you’ve got other fish to fry 🤨#I’m so woefully uneducated about canon after the battle of Endor lfjsjajfjr like I do not like the sequels #i know vaguely about the hux’s. and kix and that’s just cause he’s my fave of all time #I’m already worried about the ahsoka live series but now my biggest fear is them giving thrawn the character that rae sloane should be?#like. he’s all ‘heir to the empire’ but legends books are out and new canon is in. that should be rae sloane right?#it’d be classic Star Wars. ignoring a woman and miszharacterizing someone else to do so #the mandalorian #Ahsoka #thrawn #rae sloane #sw #Star Wars #z speaks

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cryptiddeer · 4 months

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I enter the fandom crossover tag. One is a mid-2000s kids cartoon that has slowly been replaced with fanon due to cool ideas but less than great writing, the other is a Comics/Cartoon/TV show/game/movies with over 70 years of history with various writers, and ever-changing canon, making it impossible to know every single little thing.

There is an interesting writing prompt for the crossover with a good amount of notes, indicating that other people liked this prompt and have written for it and/or recommended fics with similar ideas.

I enter the notes.

WHOOPS the first one I see is someone complaining about the prompt because either

1.) they don't like the core idea of the prompt

2.) The core idea for the prompt doesn't exist in canon

3.) One persons addition later in a large reblog chain doesn't align with canon

About half of the notes are some guy on a soapbox yelling about how this prompt is stupid and bad and people replying to tell them off for soapboxing on a writing prompt

Conclusion: I am begging people to learn Tumblr etiquette and scroll pass shit they don't like PLEASE

#cryptid screaming #YES this IS about the dpxdc tag and YES this is a vague callout #question for dc fandom purists: WHY the FUCK are you in the tags for crossover content?#especially the crossover tag for the ''fuck canon this is my sandbox'' fandom?#the posts in particular are‚ in order:#a danny getting de-aged and adopted prompt #a time travel prompt featuring special codes to indicate time travel #and a prompt about danny hiding his power level from the justice league #and YES this is a great example of why i don't write fics. at ALL.#dc fandom i want to get into dc but all y'all have going for you is pandared bc y'all seem MEAN.#and it's always yall starting the fight #and i will usually judge a piece of media by its fandom bc fandom is really fun for me #whole reason i don't watch an entire genre is because the fandom was nothing but drama and hate when i looked into it

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elvain · 11 months

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love it when ppl rb my posts and try to call me out for being inaccurate abt comic lore but they don’t realize the most modern comic i have read is from 1981 lol i’m just living my truth friend

#mk.post #as if it isn’t my number one personality trait #that i’m reading all the comics in order #completely brand new to them. started in 1939 #not a clue what happens in the rest of canon after 1981 #other than some vague concepts and events #anyway. judge not lest ye be judged or whatever

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applecherry108 · 1 year

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So I watched the new ML episodes. Did they seriously drop 3 at once or was I just not paying attention for several weeks? Also extremely funny that they’re all Kagami-centric. Like, fuck the plot, fuck continuity, someone at Gloob is a Kagami stan. 😂

#apple talks #ml spoilers #very very light spoilers like surprise. kagami is there a lot (for once)#also the fact that they were uploaded out of order on miraculous.to is just so *chefs kiss* so very ML 😂😂#absolutely hilarious to go from—wasn’t the last episode before this the marichat episode?#hilarious to go from that to what we’re immediately thrown into with these new ones #like ofc I want to see what happened in those skipped over episodes but I’m also not surprised #p sure it was like confirmed by astruc or someone on Twitter the other year the they’d so #solidify the romance in s5 so like… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#more vague and more spoilery but that fucking bombshell in (protection I think?) like someone made a shitpost about it in s3 or even s2 #and it’s fucking canon holy shit

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thefunniestguy · 2 years

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rereads pandora hearts just to grab every frame where leo and elliot are SO VERY GAY .

#HONESTLY MOST SCENES ARE THEM BEING VAGUELY FRUITY #AND THERE'S PLENTY OF SCENES WHERE . the author might as well have made it canon cmoooooon /hj /lh #LIKE CMON MAN CMON THE #THE BIT WHERE UHM ??#IT'S GETTING INTO THEIR PAST AND #ELLIOT HAD TO STOP LEO FROM BEATING UP A CHILD AND SO #HE CATCHES A GLIMPSE OF LEO'S EYES . BC LEO USUALLY HIDES THEM FOR UNRELATED REASONS . AND HE MAKES A MENTAL NOTE OF HOW PRETTY HIS EYES ARE #AND #LEO'S MOTIVATION BEING ELLIOT EVEN IN THE LATER VOLUMES #i'm not against people seeing it as platonic i'm just #i'm refusing to process this as anything other than pure fruitiness . as is my right <33 #holy moly i think i could go on about pandora hearts all day . just ordered 2 of my favorite volumes and i'm #foams at the mouth /pos #staaaares at my friends . hey guys uhm #do yall wanna read like 104 chapters of . of HEARTACHE /j /j /lh

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rotturn · 1 year

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there are SIXTEEN pll books???? for what. why

#thats so many #cant emphasize enough how much ali will be purely vibes when i write her idk canon #shes mean and being blackmailed and went missing and had her body found but it wasnt her and she was fine or whatever #idk i havent watched pll in ages and i dont think the timeline even works really #i Have watched the mikes mic videos tho so i have vague knowledge #anyway tryna work out the book order then mayhaps its time

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frangiturastrum · 1 year

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FF7 Compilation Verses Info - Kayden

Name: Kayden Undāre

Birthday & Age: October 18th, 1981. 21 (crisis core) / 28 (FF7) / 30 (AC) / 31 (DoC)

About:

Born in Junon Harbor to loving but busy parents, Kayden was no strange to the influence of Shinra, especially with her father working with the branch of Shinra in Junon. While her childhood was rather common, she grew up around many who wished to join the new SOLDIER program once it became known, and even was encouraged by her father to find a job with Shinra when she got older. Though, how she would eventually work for Shinra for a time would lead to her cutting off all contact with her parents, a tumultuous choice, but one she felt she had to do.

With many of her friends and classmates excited to work for Shinra, with the boys in particular wanting to join SOLDIER, she eventually felt similarly and decided that she would join the company. However, she wasn't interested in working for Shinra as a fighter initially. At 16, she joined Shinra to be an on field medic, wanting rather to help heal and keep others alive than take lives herself. Rather good at keeping up with infantry, once her training was (mostly) complete, she soon was deployed as a field medic during the War with Wutai. Any thoughts and feelings she had on Shinra would, over time, grow sour as she watched the destruction they caused, along with the mental turmoil and pain that those she called friends suffered due to being thrust into war so young.

On one mission through Wutai territory, she was sent along with the troops, including a few SOLDIER 3rds, as well as trio of researchers. The goal was, of course, to find mako rich territory that Shinra could possibly start using, even as the war continued. However, 3/4ths of the way through the trip to the first site, they stumbled into an ambush. The troops, particularly the SOLDIERS, made a formidable defense for Kayden and the researchers to hide behind, with Kayden casting Cures and Restores anytime someone suffered damaged. However, so focused on keeping her allies alive, she missed the bomb that was thrown their way, from behind, until the last moment.

As the SOLDIERS won the fight, the bomb from behind them destroyed Kaydens' legs with shrapnel embedding into her back and tearing open the skin when she collapsed. As the only dedicated medic in the group, the infantrymen held a perimeter while one of the SOLDIERS and the three researchers did what they could to keep her alive through materia use, a somewhat hastily done cauterization to one leg, emergency surgery and removal of shrapnel, one of the researchers eventually fell onto their last resort - mako injections. With the unit having worked together to keep her stable, multiple mako injections were given in quick succession before they were met up by another unit that took her back to the base camp. Not knowing if she would survive but not having the ability to return her to Shinra headquarters for nearly a week, the researcher continued to give her mako injections, which were supposed to be given to the SOLDIER 3rds as part of one of Hojo's many experiments, in an attempt to keep her alive.

When she was returned to Shinra headquarters, she was moved from Medical to Science, and joined, subtly, and without her knowledge, into a separate test. While she did not official join SOLDIER, Science continued to give her injections, enough to the point where she contained a similar concentration of mako to SOLDIER 2nds, but without the combat training. That wouldn't last long though, as, once her injuries were healed and two prosthetic legs were attached, she stayed in her role as field medic. This, too, changed rapidly, as a sudden order from the Turks removed her from her position and she, again without knowledge being shared to her initially, became something of a Turk. While she was not fully on theirs, she was also not SOLDIER, and tended to stay out of the light as a result.

During the events of SOLDIER 1st Class Genesis Rhapsodos' desertion, she took advantage of the focus remaining on his actions, and used that as her chance to escape from her own predicament. Disappearing into the wind, she left one last message with her family before dropping all contact with them and doing everything she could to try and stay away from Shinra. Whether it was through their resources becoming more strained as more things started to fall apart in SOLDIER, or whether it was luck, she managed to find a place for herself in the Sector 5 Slums while waiting for the storm to blow over.

Over time, she stayed in the slums, figuring that if the Turks didn't come looking for her, she was alright to stay hidden under the plate. Though she preferred to stay in the Sector 5, she found work in all of the sectors' slums, particularly with the neighborhood watch as she used the chance to fight monsters as a way to keep herself trained with the skills she learned while fighting for Shinra and with the Turks. That, and she was able to help the doctor in making medicines for the kids, which is how she became acquainted with Aerith. She also, on occasion, would take a gig or two for the Honey Bee Inn.

When Avalanche made itself known through the reactor bombings, she decided to try and find them, hoping to join their cause. Being a known fighter in the Sector 5 slums, she was able to get into contact with Cloud, Tifa, and Barrett after the Sector 7 plate dropped. Joining them on their search for Aerith, she joined Avalanche unofficially in the process and aligned her goals with theirs, including in their plan to defy destiny's course for them.

Years later, when Geostigma started to show, she went back to the Sector 5 slums in the hopes of finding some way to help the kids who were sick. Relying on her own medical knowledge could only get her so far of course, and so, when the Remnants showed and Avalanche once again pulled together she joined in their cause. However, she knew at the time that degradation was starting to take root in her body, and though she did all she could to help, she knew she couldn't fight like she used to, and thus lended more support through materia than before. When the waters from the church came forth, she was cured of her degradation, and then went back to work, both as a merc, and as medic.

#about kayden undare.#soldier at the ready. leviathan hear my rage. crisis core verse.#lance at the ready. this world will not fall to the dark. ff7 / ff7 remake / advent children verse.#// as always when it comes to writing an oc's backstory and mentioning canon characters #// i am totally down for changing things up if that is preferred #// please feel free to let me know. I am very chill on this tbh #// this is her baseline story but im always for changes if rp partners are much more comfortable with creating our own meetings between #the characters #out of order || ooc #// also apologies on the lack of DoC info #// I am still in the process of researching that story and trying to figure out what she's doing during it #long post #// i did however want to still put her in contact / communication with avalanche as that funnels into her character #// especially once she's deserted from soldier #// but yeah. tried to keep the possible pre-established connections pretty vague to leave more room for rp options and plotting

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caestusvulpes · 25 days

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@ironmadin asked:

“ Due to personal reasons I will be named an enemy of the state. ”

"Madin, I regret t'inform you that after the shit we've been pullin' lately regardin' the whole..." She makes a vague, twisting hand gesture to her side to the bloodstained snow, the uniformed remnants of both Hikari's quarry and Madin's meal, "that we'll be enemies of multiple states. Not that that's a bad thing, mind, 'cause it turns out makin' an enemy of these guys is really, really fun."

There's a bit of mania in that smile as she reels her bat back up in a slugger's pose, including a small circulation of the cactus's barrel. If all they had to do was hold them back so Joseph could get that damnable pendant from them, then fine by her. It just gave her more target practice.

"Remind me t'make you a tenant in m'apartment back in the States if the conses actually end up quencin', if y'know what I mean."

#ic | an apparition that's beckoning me #bt | every day that she trains is a slap in the face to the gods #ironmadin #deliberately keeping the other party vague to fit with both aj's canon and my own where the n*zis get brutally #torn apart every time they try to be relevant to the story in any capacity #i bet madin is very excited for his doordash order!

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dream-or-devil · 4 months

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#GRAVITY FALLS #((ALL interactions welcome- i put the onus on ME to block as needed))#((keep ooc to dms- will seldom break character on blog))#((generally canon-compliant but will be vague on some topics until book of bill is released in order to STAY canon-compliant))#((no ship content or human bill content to avoid favoritism and discourse drama))#((A-ok with spam liking/popular blogs interacting- notif bombs dont bother me because i get serotonin from Big Number notifs))

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 5 months

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The hardest battle of my live was definitely trying to not ask you about Na/ruto (just in case if you don’t want to be seen in tags) Love your one piece content though

XD it’s fine! i’m not actually all that opposed to answering questions about nart, i just haven’t Gone There in many years so my opinions and knowledge aren’t super up to date. as i have no interest in changing that, i do appreciate you splitting the name up in your question.

gonna go ahead and assume you wanted to know more about the things i vagued about in a previous post; see below the cut for that (mostly shipping wank) talk, and if i assumed wrong feel free to send another ask with your question!

so, the reasons i brought nart up in that post were in reference to a couple phenomenon i first noticed when i was in nart fandom—but keep in mind that nart was my first animanga fandom, i’m not claiming that it’s the root of all evil here, just representative of the time (mid-00s), platforms (ff.net and lj), and the age of a lot of the fans (young).

phenomenon 1: god forbid you ship any uggos. the over the top disgusted reactions i used to see back in the day to the mere concept of shipping anyone with guy, or lee, or chouji… thankfully most of the vitriol died down by the time the series ended, though chouji still never got much love as a character or romantic interest. but oof, if you were a fan of any of those weird or unattractive guys, the fandom at large was not a safe space for you. people were asked to warn for such ships. granted, back then people were also asked to warn for any presence of slash in some parts of the internet. it was a weird, judgy time in fandom in general.

phenomenon 2: fans tend to stick with the first ship that catches their eye. sometimes a new character comes along so compelling to shippers that the major ship for a character shifts, but that’s pretty rare in my experience. even if the characters in that first ship literally interact once, you’ll probably see more fic for the first ship than any other.

…if you know your nart slash, you probably know what ship i’m referring to. >>;;

anyway, afaik that ship never had a second interaction in canon to work off, which makes its popularity feel especially egregious to me when contrasted with the three characters introduced later with deeply shippable dynamics with [character a]. and yet, it literally has more fics on ao3 than the next two [character a] slash ships combined—and nart fandom predates ao3 by a long while, so those numbers almost certainly understate the older ship’s prominence.

anyway, all that was to say that ships that are “popular” do not necessarily have “better reasons” for being shipped. sometimes they were just there first, and/or involved prettier people.

#i’m still vagueing a bit in this post because i’m a coward lmao #all due respect to ppl who ship That Ship but that could not be me #i need canon interactions in order to gaf #asked and answered #hrm… urge to always tag the fandom vs urge to not encourage this fandom to see this post…#afraid the tag completionist wins this time #nart #*shipping wank

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