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folkloresthings · 10 months

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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.

in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.

( charles leclerc x singer!au )

track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.

✩⡱ warnings: cursing

despite being the one to have sent the message, you could only stare at the screen of your phone as it rang, charles’ name lighting up, a picture you’d taken of him filling the screen. just before it could ring off, you pressed the green button and held it to your ear. neither of you spoke for a moment, just soft breathing against the speaker.

“hi,” you whispered, breath held in your chest, wondering if he was really there. you didn’t even know if you wanted to speak to him. hell, you didn’t know how you were feeling — only that you were falling madly in love one minute, and heartbroken the next.

“hello, ma cherie,” charles’ unmistakable accent filled your senses, allowing that breath you were holding to be let out. even now, he was using that silly pet name that made you smile. frankly, the love you felt for him hadn’t really gone away, despite what he’d done. you’d only wished it had never happened, and life could go on.

“lewis came to see me. he explained what happened, but i want to hear it from you.” trying your best to keep your voice steady, your knuckles grip at the bedsheets under you. you could hear him sigh on the other side, a long breath.

“i— didn’t mean for any of this to happen. fuck. i was drunk, too drunk to realise what she was trying to do. i probably should have shut her down sooner, but i wasn’t thinking,” he told you quietly. his voice caught, and you knew then he was crying. half of your heart yearned to comfort him, the other to shake him firmly. “i went looking for you after, but lily told me you’d left. so i tried to catch up, but she kept fucking following me. i had to get security to do something about it.”

you swallowed hard, a hundred daggers lining your throat. what were you supposed to say? if you listened to your heart, you would forgive him in an instant. you’d book a flight to wherever he was racing that weekend and let him bundle you up in his arms, take you to bed and make you forget it all. but you’d been throat a lot. you had to be smart, strong — more than just a lovesick girl.

“i’ve been let down so many times, charles. and i was so blind, i didn’t think you would do it too,” you were both crying, his soft sniffles filling your speaker. “i can’t just… pretend this never happened.”

“you shouldn’t have to. but — i can’t lose you, y/n. shit, you’re the first good thing i’ve had in a long time.”

you choked on a sob, praying he hadn’t heard it. he was sweet, so awfully and cruelly sweet, and it wasn’t at all fair. despite his recent mistakes, he scored five stars every time.

“maybe we rushed into this,” you pondered, and you could practically hear him shaking his head. “i shouldn’t have let you think my heart was ready for all of this. after austin i… i should have waited a little while.”

“y/n…”

“maybe we just need a little time. to figure ourselves out.”

he sighed, knowing he shouldn’t battle you on this. no matter how he wanted to beg you on his knees and make everything better again. “three months.”

“what?” you replied.

“it’s three months until the grand prix final, the last race, and until your finished touring. i’ll leave you alone until then, but i’ll set aside a paddock pass for you there. if you want to trust me then, come. please.” his offer feels terribly gallant, respectful of your feelings, that it brings a smile onto your face.

“alright. three months.”

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melzula · 6 months

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Break Apart

pairing: Zuko x princess!reader

notes: i know i’ve said previously that i don’t like going backwards with fire lilies but i feel like i didn’t do this scene justice the first time so i decided to rework the piece. plus i think revisiting this scene will be important before starting smoke and shadow

summary: your peaceful life with Zuko comes crashing down in the crystal catacombs of Ba Sing Se.

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

You pull the shutters apart and let the sun shine through your new home in Ba Sing Se. The morning is just getting started, and as Iroh begins fixing breakfast for your little family you take it upon yourself to begin the day’s chores before it’s time to head to work. It’s been a long week, what with Zuko’s sickness and the hassle of moving into the Upper Ring, and you’re beginning to feel worn out from the emotional turmoil, but you do your best to keep these feelings to yourself in order to not ruin Iroh’s excitement for the opening of his tea shop. At least one of you gets to live out the life you dreamed for yourself in the city.

You eventually end up outside hanging the freshly washed clothes to dry, brows furrowed in thought as you pin the fabrics to the clothesline and hum a song Iroh used to perform for you during your day’s on Zuko’s ship. You’re too engrossed in your work to notice you have company, and it isn’t until you hear someone gently clear their throat that you turn to see Zuko standing before you with a smile on his face and two bowls of pongi in his hands.

“You’re up early,” you note with a raised brow before accepting his offering of breakfast.

“I wanted to have breakfast with you,” he says with a gentle smile as the two of you seat yourselves on the steps of your apartment. “It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I suppose,” you reply carefully, unused to his positive demeanor. “You’re not still feeling sick, are you?”

He laughs at the way you press the back of your hand to his forehead and feel for his temperature before carefully lowering it down. “I feel better than I ever have before. I’m really starting to like it here, and I wish I could have realized sooner how peaceful life is with you in Ba Sing Se.”

“Uncle was right, you really have undergone a metamorphosis,” you note, half teasing and half serious as you take a bite of your pongi. “But I’m happy you’re finally deciding to give the city a chance, my love.”

“It’s something I should have done sooner, and I plan to make up for all the time I wasted being miserable instead of enjoying my new life with you. I love you, y/n, and I’m going to make things right for us.”

You’re pleasantly caught off guard by the sweet kiss Zuko gives you after tenderly cupping your face in his hands and pulling you forward to meet his lips. You easily melt at his touch like you always do, and for a moment you’re able to forget all the hurt and insecurity you’ve felt for the last few years. Your relationship had suffered a few rough patches recently, and you worried that you’d never be enough for Zuko no matter how hard you tried, but it seemed that things were finally beginning to fall into place, and you could live the life you’d always dreamed of since running away with Zuko.

Finally parting from the kiss, he gifts you a sweet kunik before pulling away and taking your empty bowl of pongi with him. “I have to start getting ready for the grand opening of the Jasmine Dragon. You’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Of course. Miss Tai is letting me leave my shift early today so I can be there,” you assure him with a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I love you,” Zuko utters earnestly in response, “and I’m happy you’re still here with me.”

You longingly watch his form retreat inside, already beginning to miss his touch. But you have work to do before your shift at the dress shop, so you rise from your seat on the steps and resume hanging the laundry to dry.

Life is going to be perfect now, you can feel it.

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The opening of the Jasmine Dragon was a success, so successful, in fact, that the Earth King himself has invited Iroh to serve tea in the palace.

The Earth Kingdom palace is certainly different from the palace you grew up in, and though you yourself are technically royalty you feel as if you don’t belong in such a grand space. The dress Miss Tai had loaned you and the way she had styled your hair for you at least makes you look the part, and you make sure to be on your best behavior as you wait with Iroh and Zuko for the king to arrive.

You neatly set out the cups as Iroh begins pouring the tea with a pleased smile on his face while a restless Zuko surveys the room for any sign of the king.

“What’s taking so long?”

“Maybe the king overslept,” Iroh suggests, prompting you to raise your brow at his unlikely explanation.

“He’s a busy man, Zuko. I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” you assure him, but the former Prince isn’t convinced so easily. The sudden appearance of Dai Li agents only furthers his apprehension as they begin to close in on your little trio.

“Something’s not right,” he utters anxiously, and as your gaze falls upon the shifty eyes of the agents before you you find yourself slowly pulling the tea pot towards you in preparation for bending.

“It’s tea time,” a familiar voice chimes prompting Zuko to immediately rise to his feet. The mere sight of the Princess is enough to prompt you to bend the tea out of the pot, and though it isn’t much you’re able to close your fists and produce small blades of water that shoot sharply from your palms. It’s a move you’ve seen Zuko perform countless times with fire, and it’s a move that you’ve managed to perfect just as easily with water.

“Azula!” He scowls only for her to smirk in response.

“Have you met the Dai Li agents yet? They’re earth benders, but they have a killer instinct that’s so fire bender. I just love it,” she punctuates with a clenched fist before her eyes shift to your makeshift water daggers. “I see that’s something you’re trying to mimic, Princess. Such a cute little trick.”

“It isn’t so hard,” you reply with a relaxed shrug much to Azula’s dismay.

“But of course,” she sneers disapprovingly at your lack of fear for her.

Breaking the silence, Iroh suddenly says, “Did I ever tell you how I got the nickname the Dragon of the West?”

“I’m not interested in a lengthy anecdote, Uncle,” she scoffs with a bored expression, but Iroh merely smiles.

“It’s more of a demonstration, really,” he explains before taking a sip from his cup of tea. Before you can even process what’s happening, the man quickly pulls both you and Zuko behind him before exhaling a breath of fire around the room. With the Dai Li temporarily disabled, you’re able to make your escape out of the palace.

Using a blast of lightning to break through the walls, both Iroh and yourself make the jump through the hole and land down below in the the shrubbery. However, Zuko doesn’t follow behind, and instead you’re forced to watch him chase after Azula.

“We have to help him!” You cry only for Iroh to stop you.

“Even with our abilities combined we will not be able to outmatch both Azula and the Dai Li agents on our own,” he utters carefully.

“Then what are we to do? We can’t just leave him behind,” you express worriedly. You have no idea what Azula has in store for her brother, and you don’t want to leave Zuko in her clutches long enough to find out. You know Iroh’s right, but you can’t just sit and do nothing.

“We’ll have to get help,” Iroh notes thoughtfully, and you’re left with no choice but to blindly follow the man as he begins to head back towards the city.

“Help from who?”

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It’s safe to say Iroh and yourself are the last two people the Avatar and his friends expected to see at their doorstep, but you’re not left with many other options.

“Princess?!” Sokka exclaims in surprise at the sight of you as you gift him a meager wave of hello in return. The last time you’d seen each other had been during the siege of the North, so it was safe to say he was more than surprised to see you here in Ba Sing Se. “What’s going on? Have you finally come to your senses and decided to leave Zuko?”

“What? No!” You cry indignantly much to the boy’s disappointment. “It’s the opposite, actually. We came to ask for your help.”

“Princess Azula is here in Ba Sing Se,” Iroh explains gravely.

“She must have Katara!”

“She has captured my nephew, as well.”

“Then we’ll work together to fight Azula,” the Avatar expressed firmly, “and save Zuko and Katara.”

“Whoa, there,” Sokka interjects immediately. “You lost me at ‘Zuko.’”

“I know how you must feel about my nephew, but believe me when I tell you there is good in him,” Iroh insists earnestly, but Sokka doesn’t budge.

“Good inside him isn’t enough!” He insists. “Why don’t you come back when it’s outside him, too, okay?”

“Sokka,” you call gently, eyes full of sincerity and a hint of guilt as the Water Tribe boy meets your gaze. “Please understand. We just want him back safe. I need him back safe. I know Zuko has done horrible things to you and your friends, things I don’t expect you to forgive, but we don’t stand a chance against Azula and the Dai Li on our own.”

“Katara is in trouble,” Aang reiterates to a contemplative Sokka, your words swimming in his thoughts. The mere look of sadness on your face is almost enough to make him cave in, but not quite. “All of Ba Sing Se is in trouble. Working together is our best chance.”

After a moment’s pause, Sokka finally relents. Relief immediately washes over you now that you know the Avatar and his friends are going to help you get Zuko back. “Thank you, Aang. Your kindness means more than you know.”

“I’m just returning the favor,” the boy says with a sheepish smile, prompting you to recall fondly your first meeting with him on Zuko’s ship long ago.

With the Avatar’s help, you stand a chance now, and as your group heads to the crystal catacombs you once again feel that sense of hope grow in your heart.

Once this little bump in the road is over, you can resume your perfect life with Zuko, all you need to do is just get through the day.

And you will.

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You journey underground with Iroh and the Avatar to the crystal catacombs, tuning out their conversation as your mind reels over your worry for Zuko. It figures that after having such a perfect day the universe would throw something like this at you. But that’s just the way your relationship was, and anytime a hurdle had been cast your way you’d always been able to overcome it. This time would be no different.

After finally arriving in the crystal cave, you’re quick to lift the skirt of your dress and sprint towards Zuko before flinging yourself into his arms.

“You’re okay!” You exclaim, voice coated with relief.

“What are you doing traveling with the Avatar?” He asks, almost as if he’s insulted by Aang’s mere presence.

“Saving you, that’s what,” Aang replies testily, prompting Zuko to lunge forward only for Iroh to hold him back.

“We wouldn’t have been able to find you without him,” you explain truthfully. “Please don’t be upset.”

Zuko had never really gotten over your little stunt back on his ship when you’d helped the Avatar escape, so seeing you by Aang’s side again felt like rubbing salt in the Prince’s wound. He was trying to be better for you, but the conflict within him still remained.

“Zuko, it’s time we talked,” Iroh says before encouraging Katara and Aang to move ahead without your group.

“Why, Uncle?” Zuko asks softly, hurt clear in his voice. Your gentle eyes meet his own and he looks away in shame, unable to return your gaze. He knows he’s disappointed you too many times to count, but he’s not sure how much longer he can keep up this charade of pretending to be happy in this dirt prison you now call home. He doesn’t want to admit this to you, but the conflict within him continues to fester.

“You are not the man you used to be, Zuko. You are stronger and wiser and freer than you have ever been,” Iroh says proudly. “And now you have come to the crossroads of your destiny. It is time for you to choose. It is time for you to choose good.”

A hopeful smile plays upon your lips at Iroh’s words, but it is quickly wiped away by the sudden rumbling of the cave. Before you can even process what’s happening, Iroh and yourself are encased in crystal.

“Y/n!” Zuko exclaims, but he isn’t left with time to free you once Azula appears with the Dai Li at her side.

“I expected this kind of treachery from Uncle and your little girlfriend,” she says sharply, “but Zuko, Prince Zuko, you’re a lot of things, but you’re not a traitor, are you?”

“Release them immediately!” He demands firmly, his hardest gaze focused on Azula. The crystals dig uncomfortably into your sides and pin your limbs in cramped positions, but you have enough movement in your wrists to bend should you need to.

“Are you sure? I think the crystals are quite flattering on y/n, don’t you?” Azula goads playfully to an unamused Zuko.

As his sister tries to fill his head with promises of redemption and honor in exchange for his help, and as Iroh tries to persuade him in the right direction, you focus your attention on looking for any source of water to help you. Your eyes land on a trickle of water that drops from the roof, but you don’t make your move until Azula has left the room.

“Zuko, you have to help Aang and Katara. If Azula and the Dai Li catch up to them they won’t be able to fight them off on their own,” you express urgently as you use your free hands to pull the droplets of water towards you. “Iroh and I will be right behind you.”

You’re too engrossed in your escape plan at first to notice that Zuko doesn’t budge, but when you lift your gaze to see he hasn’t moved at all a frown quickly pulls at your lips. “Zuko?”

A sense of dread washes over you at his lack of response, and for a moment you fear that perhaps Azula had gotten to him, but then he finally moves to meets your gaze. The green crystals of the catacombs reflect beautifully in your tired eyes, and Zuko can’t help but try to commit the scene to his memory. It will probably be the last good one he’ll be able to keep of you.

He finally gives you a silent nod in response, but not before urging you to stay behind.

“You’ll be safer here,” he says, and he doesn’t give you a chance to argue as he runs off in search of Aang, leaving Iroh and yourself behind.

After gathering enough water, you cover the crystal in ice until the intense cold prompts it to crack, and with a firm flick of your wrists the ice and crystal shatter so that you are finally free from the trap. You move to do the same for Iroh, but he quickly shakes his head to stop you.

“You must go and help the Avatar. I will catch up with you shortly,” he assures you. “There isn’t time to waste.”

You give him a firm nod before rushing after Zuko, hoping you’re not too late to offer your help. The crystals had ripped through the skirt of your dress, and though you felt guilty for ruining the clothes Miss Tai had lent you, you’re grateful for the range of motion the tattered fabric now gives you. Hopefully Zuko won’t be too mad at you for disobeying his request.

The commotion in the catacombs has you pushing yourself to run faster, but when you finally reach your destination you’re quick to skid to a stop at the sight before you.

Katara has Azula in her grasp, and it’s clear that the Fire Princess is at a disadvantage. Zuko’s back is turned to you, and at first it looks as if he’s about to help the water bender. But when his blast of flames cuts through her water arms and frees his sister you’re left with a dreadful conclusion.

Your heart sinks to your stomach as you realize Zuko hadn’t come here to help the Avatar- he’d come to defeat him.

“Zuko…” you utter softly, your features riddled with heartbreak and disappointment as he finally turns to look at you after hearing the sound of your voice. The eyes of the boy that stare coldly at you now are not the same ones that once used to look upon you with nothing but love and adoration.

There is no remorse or guilt on his features, but there is anger and resentment. He’s never looked upon you this way, fury blazing along his irises as if you’re the enemy, as if he hated you.

“How kind of you to join us, Princess,” Azula calls with a taunting smile. You swallow harshly and stand frozen in place, too in shock to move. But then she gestures to Zuko, and a sickness settles in your stomach as he slowly begins to approach you.

“Zuko, stop. This isn’t you,” you beg desperately, cowering away from his menacing figure. “Please, don’t do this.“

“This is me,” he says gravely. “You just didn’t want to see it.”

You can’t help but let out a scream as he shoots a blast of fire towards you, and you’re barely quick enough to form a wall of water to block his attack. His moves are relentless, but no matter how many times he strikes you don’t dare fight back. Your moves are defensive, for even though he’s turned against you, you can’t bring yourself to hurt him.

“I don’t want to fight you!” You insist, narrowly missing the fire he whips at you.

“Are you sure about that?” He retorts harshly, eyes hard-set on the water swirling in your palms. “You’re afraid of me, you always have been. You think I’m a monster!”

“That’s not true!” You cry desperately as you block another attack.

“You only stayed by my side to try and fix me so you could feel better about yourself. You’re no different than the rest of your people.”

“Zuko,” you gasp in disbelief. “How can you say that?! I love you!”

“You’re just a spoiled little Princess who thinks being a water bender makes her special.”

“Stop it. That’s Azula talking, not you.”

“You left your people to fulfill your own childish dreams of love. What a joke,” he scoffs harshly before hitting you with another blast of flames. “You’re selfish! You’re weak! You’re-“

You don’t want to hear anymore. It’s as if he has your heart in his hands, squeezing it apart with each insult he throws your way. Your Zuko is gone.

He isn’t able to finish his assault as the tsunami like wave of water you send his way sweeps him off his feet and throws him across the catacomb. The water roars deafeningly in your ears, drowning out the sound of the anguished sobs that wrack your body as you finally turning your bending on the one you love.

The rest of the fight seems to be a blur as you do your best to hold off Dai Li agents, but once Azula shoots Aang down with a blast of lighting it’s clear that the battle is lost. The fire siblings are beginning to close in on your group, and in a last ditch effort you find yourself standing protectively in front of Katara and Aang ready to fight for as long as you can. However, you find you don’t need to when Iroh swoops in and saves your group.

“You’ve got to get out of here. I’ll hold them off for as long as I can!” He insists before blocking the Dai Li from reaching you.

You hesitate in your tracks, unsure about leaving behind the man who had become family. As if reading your thoughts, he gives you a firm nod of encouragement. “Go, Princess.”

Swallowing harshly, you urge Katara to her feet and guide her to the waterfall. As she holds Aang’s limp body securely in her grasp, you use your bending to reverse the flow of the water so that it sends your trio upwards. Tears stream steadily down your face, but your gaze remains firm and set straight ahead.

Your relationship with Zuko is over.

~~~

The tide is calm as the Fire Nation ship sails towards the Capital City. After three long years, Zuko is finally returning home. It’s all he’s ever wanted, but for some reason it feels as if something is still missing. There’s a relentless ache in his chest that won’t leave him be, and he can do nothing but stare contemplatively out at the water.

“You seriously can’t still be worried about finally coming home,” a voice calls playfully as cold hands rest upon his tense shoulders. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, you’re practically a hero now.”

“I know that,” Zuko snaps irritably. Mai simply rolls her eyes in response.

“Then what is it?” She retorts only to be met with silence. Her eyes harden suddenly, and she yanks her hands away from him as if revolted by the Prince. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that water Princess.”

“Of course not.”

“Sure,” Mai replies flatly, obviously unconvinced. “You don’t need her, Zuko.”

“I know that! She was just a distraction,” he tells her, trying to convince not only Mai but himself of it. “She never really meant anything to me.”

“I wish I could say I feel sorry for her,” Mai says unsympathetically with a bored wave of her hand, “but she must have been an idiot to expect you to live the rest of your life as a peasant.”

“Yeah…” Zuko murmurs quietly, remembering the way your eyes hard sparkled in the catacombs. They shined brighter when they were full of tears, and the image haunted him.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts by Mai’s hands gently guiding his face towards her own. A rare smile plays upon her lips as she pulls him in for a kiss. Zuko returns the gesture, but it’s empty.

He feels absolutely nothing.

~~~

Sokka is hesitant to approach you, unsure if his presence will make things worse for your emotional state. The tears haven’t stopped since you escaped from Ba Sing Se, but he feels awful just sitting there without attempting to comfort you. He never really understood just how someone like you could love Zuko or why you were ever with him in the first place, but all of it meant something to you, and he couldn’t ignore that.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks gently, well aware of how stupid the question is. Obviously you aren’t, but he isn’t sure what else to say.

“I should have known I’d never be enough for him,” you weep miserably. “I was foolish to think he would ever put me before his need to restore his honor and please his father. How could I have been so naive?!”

“It’s not your fault,” the water tribe boy consoles while placing a comforting hand on your trembling shoulder. “It isn’t naive to want to see the good in people. You tried to find it in Zuko, but it just wasn’t there.”

“I gave up everything for him,” you murmur dully, exhaustion and defeat clear in your features. “And now I have nothing.”

“You have us,” Sokka corrects you with a careful smile. “Trust me, you’re better off without that jerk.”

You carefully wipe away your tears and give Sokka a meek smile in return for his kind words. “Thank you, Sokka. I’m more than grateful for your compassion. I promise to do all I can to help you and your friends defeat the Fire Lord.”

After all this time, after all the hurt and the guilt, all the running and the hiding, you’ve finally left Zuko. And you don’t intend to ever look back.

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tgifridaysisdaycare · 6 days

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Okay, I have something to say.

I'm not going to speak on the whole damien thing because I dont at all have enough context (I'm not on twitter) but I will say that you should always stand with and amplify Palestinian voices where possible, regardless of the meat and potatoes of the situation.

Onto what I want to talk about, Smosh donated $15,000 to Creators for Palestine. I've seen people question why they've done this. Is it a PR thing? Is Shayne, Courtney and Ian promoting Creators for Palestine (as well as Angela, Amanda and Tommy reposting from what I have seen) simply a way to claw back after Damien called into validity the extent of his own allyship? What is it all for?

To this I ask:

Does it matter?

People are failing to look at the bigger picture here. Smosh donated a significant amount of money to a Pro-Palestinian Charity. The essential Faces of Modern Smosh have all used their platforms as a call for help. Regardless of their motivations, Palestinian people are now going to be receiving support they otherwise may not have to the same extent If this had not come to be.

In my opinion, you can spend your time ruminating about the reason for this sudden burst in support once Palestine is free. And until that moment, you must understand that any support is good support. Dont waste your time wondering why and instead focus on the fact that over 400k has been raised to aid Palestinians in the face of this genocide by Creators for Palestine, and that is an awesome thing.

If you truly think that Smosh doesn't care, and that they are simply doing this off the back of the criticism they've recieved since October regarding N*ah, and Damien's recent Twitter interactions, then fine, think that. We never actually know what is going on internally, but regardless, they're giving money to Palestinian charities and their loudest voices are now advocating. That's a good thing. We can wish all we want for it to have happened sooner, but it's happening now.

Remember to always Stand with and Amplify Palestinian voices where possible. Palestine will be free!! 🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉

#smosh #ian hecox #shayne topp #damien haas #courtney miller #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #tommy bowe #free palestine #all eyes on rafah

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I mostly wanted this acc to be specifically for art, not rly for anything else but i need to get this off my chest. Obviously if you’ve been on twitter, you’ve probably seen a lot (and i mean a LOT) of hate towards gay ships/shippers recently, (first w togachako, then w stsg) i wanna address all the weird shit thats been happening w jjk dudebros lately. Idk what it is but they’re rly upsetti spaghetti abt even the mere thought of stsg being more than platonic besties, going so far as to shoot down any hint of them being romantically inclined in the slightest - so i thought that i’d take it upon myself to provide poof that stsg has queer, romantic subtext since ppl are being extremely obtuse abt them, all for the sake of protecting their friendship from us evil gays. (other shippers do this too but im mostly focusing on dudebros bc they’re the ones primarily acting like assholes to us for no reason, like yeah, sure, some stsgs are extremely cringey & weird but that can be said for ANY shipper in ANY fandom. When you’re in a fandom as big as this, of course there’s gonna be some bad eggs, it’s inevitable.

ok so. !!DISCLAIMER!! i do not speak japanese, so if i say something incorrect then please correct me. i’ve done enough research to be sure that what im saying is right, but im only human, and sometimes, i might be wrong. so, take what im abt to say with a grain of salt. (just in case).

first off, it should be stated that gege akutami, the creator himself, is an avid bl fan (and ik what ur thinking, ‘oh, that doesn’t mean anything! just bc u read bl, it doesn’t mean you’re likely to write gay relationships into ur own manga!’ which is true, gege HAS said that he doesn’t want to write romance in jjk. HOWEVER, as much as i love stsg & see them in a romantic light, i do definitely think that the reason why their relationship feels so ambiguous is bc gege intentionally made it that way. i think he made their relationship up to the individual’s interpretation. And for ppl who’re thinking ‘why would he do that?’ well, he doesn’t like writing romance, right? so this is the next best thing he could do. and also i have to point out (in case ppl get defensive), gege literally does not and will never care if ppl ship stsg or not, again, he’s a bl fan and if anything - all of the evidence that im going to talk abt proves that he most likely ships stsg himself, so… 🤷‍♂️

2. i’d like to talk about s2’s op & ed which are HEAVILY romantically coded. If you don’t know, the op was written to be from gojo’s pov & vice versa with geto for the ed, the op in particular is a very special case. The song is explicitly abt reminiscing the past , wishing gojo had noticed geto’s sorrow sooner and it also mentions a ‘silent love’. the word ‘love’ being used here is ‘koi’ which EXCLUSIVELY means romantic love… now, since this song was specifically written with gojos pov in mind, doesnt it seem kind of weird to have the word for ‘romantic love’ in there?? (koi can be referred to as ‘young love’ or having a ‘crush’ on someone…. hm… ThAts WeIrD.) instead of using ‘ai’??? which would make more sense if stsg were just besties bc ai is more general and can be used towards friends & family.

and then ofc there’s the whole theme of ‘blue spring’. director park (who directed s1 & jjk 0) has stated in an interview that geto was gojo’s last warm spring of youth. now if you dont know, spring of youth/blue spring means a time in a young person’s life where they have hope and happiness… in animanga, it often means falling in love too… so judging by this, it seems very likely that gojo perhaps developed feelings for geto during their teen years together. Director park has also mentioned in an interview that gojo & geto’s relationship goes beyond ‘friendship’ & being ‘familial’. 👀

3. another clear indicator of gojo being in love w geto is the whole ‘love is the most twisted curse of all’ spiel he said to yuta. ‘but he could mean platonic love!!’ idk, considering yuta had romantic feelings for rika and hes discussing them with gojo & gojo knows this, dont u think it’d be a bit weird for him to mention geto here too? if they were just best friends?? (that’s not even mentioning the fact that gojo & geto’s relationship is supposed to parallel yuta & rika’s in jjk 0…)

4. and then ofc we have gojo saying his last words to geto, which were censored. now, correct me if im wrong but the ONLY times ive ever seen inaudible dialogue being mouthed to another character is when its a love confession mostly seen in romance anime. and like, there’s also no need at all for gojo’s last words to be censored in the first place. (although, i do suspect that his last words may play a major role in the future when he faces kenjaku.) what solidifies it for me being a love confession is that, 1. geto blushed after gojo said whatever it is that he said to him, (only in the manga tho, idk why they didnt make him blush in the movie but its whatever.) and geto replies with, depending on the translation, ‘at least curse me a little at the very end’ or ‘you should at least curse me at the end’. which heavily implies that gojo said something extremely sweet & heartfelt to him as his final words. and if thats not enough to convince u that gojo’s last words were indeed a love confession.. gojo’s eng VA HIMSELF, said that his last words when translated into english means three words… im not saying that gojo’s last words were specifically ‘i love you’ or anything like that, but i am definitely sure that whatever he said was a love confession/something very romantic in nature. bc why else would gege choose to draw geto blushing?? that wouldnt make any sense.

gojo also killed geto on the 24th of december, which in japan, is the most romantic day of the year & couples in japan treat christmas eve as kinda like a separate valentines day. even in the jjk manga recently, gojo offered to fight on dec 24th & kenjaku mocks him by saying how romantic it is… even gege himself acknowledges how romantic christmas eve is in japan, this enforces the idea that gege must’ve chosen dec 24th for a reason, bc why else would he have picked an extremely romantic date as not only the day where he fights kenjaku who is inhabiting geto’s body, but also making it the day geto died?? yall have to remember that all of this has been planned out by gege, none of it is a coincidence… he didn’t just come up with all of this on the spot, he’s been planning this stuff & thinking about it for literal years.

5. and finally, probably the BIGGEST piece of evidence there is, geto & gojo’s character songs. gege chose romantic break up songs for BOTH of them.. like im sorry but if stsg were rly truly only best friends, he would not have chosen those songs for them, it just doesnt make any sense.

conclusion: obviously, this probably isn’t every subtextually romantic thing about stsg’s relationship but these are all the things that i’ve noticed. again, if you see their relationship as purely platonic then that’s fine but don’t be assholes to people for seeing romantic subtext that’s quite clearly there. if i have missed anything out then please let me know and i’ll edit them into the post.

#jujutsu kaisen #sorcery fight #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #stsg #satosugu #sugusato #jjk analysis

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mbti-notes · 3 months

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Anon wrote: Hi mbtinotes 22yo INFJ here. I recently lost a friend (INTJ) after dating her briefly. After breaking things off, there was a lot of hurt on both sides that we weren't able to reconcile. I ended up blocking her to move on, since then have unblocked but never reached out. This loss has been eating away at me every day since and I can't stop thinking about my mistakes or feeling like a failure. At the same time, I don't think maintaining a friendship was benefitting either of us.

There was a lot of drama over how I handled the breakup, and it was messy since we both still had feelings but she no longer trusted me. I also think we were in somewhat of a codependent relationship and my thoughts about her are obsessive. I constantly wonder what she's thinking and whether or not I can "fix" things despite the damage done. I've always had self esteem issues, social anxiety, and I believe have struggled with depression for a long time.

I know I have good qualities and my friends remind me all the time, but I just don't see myself that way, and I've always struggled with dating and this falling out with my friend has put me even deeper into my issues and made me more aware of them. I still care for her a lot, but I don't know if reconciliation is possible and am afraid of repeating the cycle, and she's villainized me at this point anyway. I honestly have no idea how I'm supposed to build myself up from here.

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The best way to have healthy self-esteem is to be a person of integrity. It means making decisions primarily from the perspective of your better self, with a view of the bigger picture (Ni). It means doing whatever is necessary to preserve every person's well-being, including your own (Fe). It is never too late to choose integrity. The sooner you choose it, the sooner you can get to a more positive place in life. The path to integrity is a lifelong process of learning how to be the person you're really meant to be.

When it comes to failure, having integrity means owning up to mistakes and learning to do better. The way is: face facts, take full responsibility for everything that was in your hands, and resolve the situation to the best of your ability.

Resolve is not the same as fix. "Fixing" is usually motivated by an egocentric desire to assuage guilt, silence regret, or unload resentment. By contrast, "resolving" should be motivated by care and empathy and a genuine desire to do what is best for everyone involved. Negative feelings must be laid to rest and everyone must be allowed to move on in the most positive way possible. Resolution can be a difficult process and might require several steps, for example:

Contrition: For the sake of learning and personal growth, do a full accounting of all the things you have done that were hurtful, harmful, or morally problematic. Make a list and review the reasons why you engaged in such behavior. Feel your remorse fully, and make a choice to forgive yourself by accepting that you are human and still have much to learn about how to make moral decisions.

Atonement: Issue a detailed and heartfelt apology to everyone who was negatively affected by your behavior. Provide an honest explanation for why you behaved poorly, without making excuses or deflecting responsibility. Ask for forgiveness, recognizing that you are not entitled to it and do not have control over whether it is granted. In your own mind, forgive others their mistakes, for the sake of your own well-being, because you do not want to keep carrying around the heavy burden of a heart poisoned by resentment, anger, or hate.

Closure: Do a full accounting of all the things you appreciate about the person and the relationship you had together, and say thank you to them. Express that you hope the negative experiences won't erase all the positive experiences you've had together. Sincerely wish them the best going forward. Grant everyone the freedom to open a new chapter of life.

Blame is always counter-productive to relationships. Since the relationship is basically beyond repair, continuing to play any kind of blame game (whether blaming yourself or her) is only going to keep you stuck in negativity. It sounds like blame was a significant factor contributing to the breakup, so it's time you learned a better way of handling painful feelings via improving your emotional intelligence. You need to get back in touch with your caring and empathetic side in order to let go of blame and leave the past behind.

You've had many opportunities to end the situation but instead chose to continue it. At some point, you have to make a decision as to whether your energy is better utilized moving backward or moving forward - you can't have it both ways. When you choose to move forward, feelings will fade as time passes, and you'll get better perspective from which to learn important lessons, lessons that will hopefully better equip you for success in future relationships.

Remember that the process of grieving a loss and healing from it cannot begin in earnest until you release yourself from the compulsion to fix and, instead, move toward full acceptance of reality.

#infj #infj relationships #breakup #integrity #acceptance #closure #apology #forgiveness #regret #ask

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usedpidemo · 1 year

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Update - 2nd year anniversary! (plus a reflection, and future plans).

Hi everyone! π here.

Today, May 13th, is the day I officially opened up this blog and began writing degenerate and immoral stories! 2 fucking years have passed, how time flies. So much can change in a year, and so do some of the stats!

First work: Sandwich - Red Velvet Wendy (published 05/13/21, 4:03 a.m.)

Highest note count: Awards after-party affair - Itzy Yuna (published 10/23/22, 1167 notes)

Number of works published: 80 fics (1 fic every 9.1 days)

500 followers: June 18, 2021 (36 days or 1 month, 5 days)

1,000 followers: October 12, 2021 (152 days or 4 months, 30 days)

2,000 followers: June 18, 2022 (401 days or 1 year, 1 month, and 5 days)

3,000 followers: November 12, 2022 (548 days or 1 year, 5 months, and 30 days)

Follower count: 3,953 followers (5.4 followers a day)

I wish I had something awesome lined up to celebrate this milestone, but I don't have anything prepared XD I've been busy and lazy at the same time. (Is that even possible?)

Actually, yeah, I do have a whole week's worth of cool things lined up this week! If I can even follow through with this one...

Monday: AMA

Tuesday: Reader Poll

Wednesday: ???

Thursday: ???

Friday: ???

I don't want to make the fun section of the update elaborately long, so I just want to say thank you so much to everyone for the support! Even though I'm not as active or as productive as I used to be, your eagerness never wavered, and you guys enjoy me talking about random shit on the side, whether it be song lyrics, Pokémon, or literally posts without any context to them. I love you guys. Here's to another year 🧡

Everything else from this point is a brief reflection and introspection of what I've been feeling since then. You can ignore this if you wish to do so.

So today marks the second anniversary since I opened up this Tumblr and became a degenerate writer. The work I've been putting up is getting worse—in a sexual and filthy way, not objectively—and my mental health has been getter much, much better! When I made the same anniversary post around this time a year ago, I was at an all-time low, mentally speaking. I really felt like I had not much left to give at that point, my skill has stagnated, and I thought there wasn't much for me to improve on. If you asked me if I had any future plans for this blog, I'd say I'd be done by the end of 2022, if not sooner.

It's now 2023, and I believe I'm as good as I can be right now. Slumps happen for a reason, and you can't always win, but it's how you bounce back from the lowest of lows that you reach highest of highs. And I believe I can still get better.

Genuinely, not to sound arrogant, because Lord knows I'm not the best fanfic writer—fuck no—I'm not anywhere close, even in a theoretical top 1000 list, but I do think some of my finest work have come up in my most recent fics. I don't know, it feels more polished and there was more effort and deliberation put into it. The numbers don't lie, either; every single work I published since May 2022 has over 400+ notes, and I've even passed the 1000+ note barrier twice! It goes to show that you guys are enjoying what I'm putting out as much as I love making them, slow and difficult it may be. I can fondly smile at last year's additions to my masterlist and say, "I can't believe I did that."

I do want to apologize if my output rate has drastically slowed down, and if I'm not as active as I was before. It's unfortunately part of the sacrifice needed for better quality control, and also because I have more personal commitments to attend to. 2023 has been fantastic for me so far in almost every department, except maybe physically—I could use more exercise—but that can be worked upon.

I do believe I'm on borrowed time. Again, look at the gap between fics over the past six months ago, and it's only going to widen once I enter my third year of college. I also have to begin considering what hobbies and other things I should do to occupy my free time, so I can be more productive as a person. This isn't to say I'm definitely quitting, but I expect more responsibilities to be shouldered onto me in the future, and having time for myself is going to be pretty much a birthday gift with how rare it might be given, and I'd prefer spending my time off recharging and relaxing instead of stressing over inconsequential or 'fun' things.

There's a lot of people I want to thank specifically, because while I was struggling with my own personal battles, they've been encouraging me to continue fighting and have been absolute lads—and lasses—throughout the past year. When I needed someone to talk to that wasn't my therapist, they were there, and I took solace in their comfort and companionship. I can't tag you guys, but if you're reading this—Chunk, Raf, Peach, Aaron, Sol, V1n, Iz, Ddeun, C.o, Kaede, Frisky, Smite, Shaun, Sins, Jett, Eros, Prael, Ken, Cray, CJ, Sooya, Gray, Svn—I sincerely thank you. God bless each and every single one of you. And to Tim, I really hope you can see this, but I'm truly, truly sorry. I hope we can find a way to bury that fracture in our relationship in the past, and we can reconcile. If not, then I just want closure and peace for the both of us.

So in closing, I want to thank you so much for sticking with me through the bad times and prospering with me through the good, and I'm always humbled that you've taken a chance on me when I started, when I was a hopeful newbie, two years ago. Now here we are. I appreciate every single one of you, be it a fellow writer, a reader, or a lurker.

With grace,

Peter / π

#update #anniversary

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danvillecheese · 1 year

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why do u think act ur age is fucked

[cracks knuckles] alright. essay time. you asked for it.

I’ve done a similar response to this before here and mentioned something else about it here but I’ll go over it again since those posts are both from a while ago. also bear in mind I haven’t seen aya recently bc I don’t like it. okay let’s get into it

[also im gonna preface this saying maybe i sound very pessimistic but im ranting and its just gonna sound like im complaining because i am. i mean no real malice by the way. im simply a person with a blog.]

first off. they don’t use the show don’t tell as well as they could. in the what might have been montage, sure, they showed potential scenarios and how phineas felt (very briefly) when isa stopped visiting his backyard but it just feels so rushed. I get that they only had like 11 minutes to show it but idk there has to be another way to write it. or just not have it at all idk its just from a writing point of view the whole episode feels rushed and out of place from everything else continuity-wise. why not use little easter eggs planted in the show beforehand? operation crumbcake? pharmacists? meapless in seattle? god theres so many episodes with evidence that phineas liked her back even if he didnt know. just. continuity!!!!

second. why did their friends not try something sooner. it’s not like they didn’t know. like phineas seems to be okay with saying “i wish! i am so in the friend zone there” in front of his friends (that quote alone makes me lose my shit but that’s a whole other point) so clearly they knew about phineas. and isabella also wasn’t quiet about it (source: pnf s1-4). they had like four years of high school to do something and they planned it the day isa left for college? nah its just the least realistic thing ever for me. also them being 18 is like yeah okay maybe the slow burn was worth it and theyre way more grown up (i love a good slowburn) but ohhhhhh my god SURELY their friends were getting sick of them dancing around each other. just me?

third. and I’m sorry to ash simpson but oh my god I hate the character designs like They Would Not Fucking Look Like That. it almost feels like it completely disregards their arcs during the original summer. like yeah child chub disappears over ur teen years but sometimes it stays a little longer! make phineas less twiggy!! make isa look more like her mother! (am i about to redesign them again? whoops)

four. and i know this is no fault of dan and swampy but the show was about to end anyways and yet the entire friend group was paired off into hetero ships?? get fucking real. none of those kids are straight. realistically, i know it was a different time and gay marriage wasnt even legal in the us yet so it wasnt all that common to have queer romance on screen let alone on disney channel but like i said, the show was about to end. what were the disney channel execs gonna do? cancel it? lmao

five. "I am so in the friend zone there." "we are guys. we do not talk about our feelings." WHAT!!! i cant believe this shit is real. these lines of dialogue are canon. what the hell. what kind of message does that even send to younger, impressionable viewers? if ur a 10 year old boy watching that (ok fine maybe that isnt gonna stick with you forever but listen) and you go 'oh its okay to just bottle everything up and not tell my friends about my feelings about anything ever' that is insane! thats not how things should go!! like i get the whole "im so in the friend zone" and yes, this also has to do with the era but like if they wanted to be a more progressive cartoon that kids look up to and enjoy maybe they just. shouldn't have put that whole conversation in.

i barely have any problems with the b plot. in fact id watch the episode just for the kazoo solo. because that plot lines up with the continuity. i can totally see heinz having bowling night with perry and carl and monogram every week! i can totally see perry and monogram retired! and carl running owca and getting payed for it! that all checks out! that one makes sense and works with the canon! if they got that plot so right how did they get the a plot so wrong?

i can answer this question: fanservice. its an awful word, i know. act your age is a fanservicey episode which is why i think it crashed and burned. mml season 2 is rooted in the same issue: doof is very present and takes away from the original plot of the show. like, the one he wasnt even in until the last episode of s1. slightly getting off topic but it is the crux of the issue. fanservice doesnt make for good storytelling. even if it brings in the big bucks. at its core, telling the story the way it should be told is the best one. even if it pisses people off. a good portion of the viewers will still appreciate whatever ending the creators come up with. and no, im not saying phinbella shouldn't have become canon, in fact i really like the ship and all their dynamics, i just think they went about it the wrong way.

as someone who's written and published fic about them getting together in different universes (granted, they were from when i was younger so its mildly terrible. take them with a grain of salt) there are a lot of other ways to tell that story canonically. honestly, i think the best way of doing it was to keep it ambiguous. dont tell that story. let the viewers pick their own ending for phineas and isabella. maybe they dont get together after all. who knows!

thanks for the ask! hope you had fun getting lectured <3

#phineas and ferb #phinbella #act your age #ask #this was fun you guys should ask me more stuff like this #dwampyverse analysis

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If your taking requests could you write one for neymar jr x reader

With younger neymar and davi when davi is maybe 1 year old and the reader is in a carneval. Reader is friends with his sister and when she is drunk she asks for neymars number. Doesn't write it down but after an hour she calls him and asks him if he would like to come to a club she is in and after that when they get together she first brings davi to her parents a few times before they even meet neymar.

I'm sorry it's long but it was actually how my parents got together it's just that the roles were reversed🤣 (even better if you could make reader Croatian since it happened there)

a/n: i’m so sorry anon for not getting to this sooner, my life has been so busy with christmas and family, but i wish everyone a happy (and safe) holidays! now, i need to shut up and start writing.

Rafaella has been my best friend since..well since forever. We can’t go a day without texting, calling, and sometimes meeting up for coffee. We were basically sisters.

But, I was also curious about her well-known brother, Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior. He was good looking, extremely talented at football, and very funny. I rarely saw him when he wasn’t playing, but cherishing every moment with him. I would remember even the smallest details from our last acquaintance. June 27, he seemed stressed and tense, seeming as if one more thing would set him loose into an argument with the nearest person. I wanted to help, but didn’t know how.

I am pulled away from my thoughts when I see my phone buzz with a text from Rafaella reading,

“Vamos sair. Te pego às 6, ok?” (“Let’s go out. I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?”)

I text her back immediately with,

“Ok, vejo você às 6!” (“Okay, see you at 6!”)

I get up from my sitting position on the couch, turn off the TV, and go upstairs. I have about an hour and a half to get ready, so this is a bit short-notice but I’ll make it work.

An hour and 15 minutes passes and I am just adding the finishing touches to my perfectly curled hair. Although my hair is extremely thick, the curls should hold for a bit.

Once I’m done doing that, I decide to open Instagram to pass the time. I scroll for a bit, but then I find myself on Neymar’s page, looking down on his most recent post with him and Davi.

“Oh my gosh,” I think to myself, melting at the sight on my phone, “Davi is already 1? He’s so cute!”

Davi, Neymar’s son, is probably one of the most cutest babies I have ever laid my eyes on. I mean, come on, those brown eyes are just so precious.

Again, I am ripped out of my thoughts when I receive a text from my girl.

“Estou aqui!” (“I’m here!”)

I place my phone in my little clutch along with a little money and ibuprofen and head downstairs to exit my home, making sure to unplug the curling iron and turn off all the lights.

I walk towards her car, slightly admiring the beautiful blacked-out look.

“Oi garota!” she greets as I enter the car and I do the same. (“Hey girl!”)

“So,” I start, “ where is this new club?”

“Você vai adorar, é só esperar!” she says, her voice filled with enthusiasm, but not really answering my question. But then again, I do love a good surprise. (“You are going to love it, just you wait!”)

It took a bit to get there, but once we arrived, it was awesome just on the outside.

We walked in and somehow Rafaella knew the guy working so we got in for free which was cool, but I was starving so I headed to the bar.

“O que posso fazer por você?” the bartender asked, and I already knew my answer. (“What can I get for you?”)

“Brodetto,” I say, knowing that yes, this was a drink bar at a club and yes, I ordered a stew..but I really didn’t care and neither did the bartender as he put in my order.

After I finished my stew I ordered shots after shots. Then, I tried a few new drinks and some were actually pretty good.

Almost 3 hours had passed and I was drunk. Everyone was, though, except for Rafaella being a responsible adult.

“Hey, girlll,” I say, sounding out the last word a little longer than usual.

Rafaella looks at me and mimics my behavior, “Sim garotaaa?” (“Yes girlll?”)

“Can I get Ney’s numberrr?” I ask without hesitation, the alcohol taking full control of my system.

She replies with a simple, “certa” and dials it in my phone, not thinking to write it down and trusting that my phone will remember the number later.

After a few more drinks, she decides that I have had enough and that I shouldn’t drink anymore. So, we do the next best thing..dance!

After a few good songs I decide to call Neymar and invite him to the club that we were in.

Thank goodness my phone remembered the number and it rings for a bit.

Ring..

About halfway through the third ring he picks up.

“Olá? Quem é?” he asks, and I can suddenly hear my heartbeat in my ears. (“Hello? Who is this?”)

“Heyy, it’s Y/N! Look, you should come to the club Rafaella and I are in, it’s insane!!” I say, sounding confident.

The other end went silent for a few moments, indicating that Ney was pondering the decision.

“Claro, mas você tem que me fazer um favor,” he says. A favor? Hmm, what could it be? (“Sure but you have to do me a favor”)

“Anything”

“Você tem que tomar conta do Davi quando eu estiver fora” he says, waiting for your answer. Babysitting Davi? Um, yes please! (“You have to babysit Davi when I am away”)

“Ney, you have yourself a deal” is what I said as I ended the call, excited for Neymar’s arrival.

We had a great night and I think I should’ve won the award for “the most drunk”. I don’t even remember going home or falling asleep on the bed wearing the same attire as last night but with no shoes.

I got up and reached for my phone, seeing a million messages across different platforms but the one that caught my eye was a message from Neymar.

“Como você está se sentindo?” he sent. Did he care about me? My heart did a little skip at the thought of THE Neymar caring about how I felt. It was almost too good to be true. (“How are you feeling?”)

I text back a, “alright, I have a massive headache, though.”

Not even 2 seconds go by and I see that he “read” my message. Dang, he must’ve been waiting for my answer!

“estarei aí em 10” is what I get in return and I don’t respond. (“I’ll be there in 10”)

Not even 10 minutes go by when you hear a knock on the door.

Then another one.

Then one final one until you hear keys jingling at the door and then it is finally opened.

“He must’ve gotten the keys from Rafaella,” I thought, too lazy to get up from my bed to greet the handsome man that just entered my house.

“eu trouxe o davi, espero que não se importe,” is all i hear as he stomps up the steps and into my room. He immediately locks eyes with me as he carries food in his hand, water, and some tylenol. Of course, Davi is by his side as he enters my room that looked as if a tornado went through it. Not the best look. (“I brought Davi, hope you don’t mind.”)

“Ei, você está bem?” he asks, worry painted all over his face as squats down to my eye level and takes my hand in his. (“Hey, are you okay?”)

“I’ll be fine, hey Davi!” I greet the familiar child and he just looks at me and walks up the room.

“ele vai gostar de você em breve. mas primeiro, vamos cuidar de você” Ney says as he leads me to the bathrooom, helping me. (“he will warm up soon, but now let’s take care of you”)

Weeks pass and I become closer to Davi and Ney. I take Davi to my parents very often and he opens up, just like Ney said he would.

Eventually, Neymar had some free-time and decided to surprise me and Davi when we arrived to my house after leaving my parents’.

Davi runs to him and Ney engulfs him in a large, warm hug.

“vá esperar no carro, estarei aí em um segundo” Ney says to Davi and he obliged. (“go wait in the car, i’ll be there in a second”)

After Davi closed the door behind him, Ney and I locked eyes. “He has such beautiful eyes,” I can’t help but think.

“muito obrigado, y/n, você não sabe o quanto isso significa para mim,” he says, a smile creeping up on his face. (“thank you so much, y/n, you don’t know how much this means to me”)

“Estou esperando para te perguntar isso desde que coloquei os olhos em você, mas você quer ser minha namorada?” he asks, a hopeful expression plastered on his face. (“I’ve been wanting to say this since I have laid eyes on your gorgeous self, but will you be my girlfriend?”)

I can’t even form words I am so happy, so I just nod and he engulfs me in a giant hug and then, right then and there is when I knew that Neymar Jr was my forever home..

a/n: hii, i am so sorry that this is so long and i am sorry if it is not accurate 😭. i wrote this on about 2 hours of sleep and i am currently pulling an all-nighter with my friend to finish extra-credit for over the break, so I apologize in advance because i didn’t proofread. but ya, i really hope you enjoy and please don’t be afraid to tell me what i did wrong and i will try my best to fix it!

xx, charlotte 🤍

#neymar one shot #neymar imagines #neymar fluff #neymar #neymar x reader #davi lucca #imagine #football imagine #i’m so tired #slayyyyy #i hope you like this

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discord-and-the-blog-of-chaos · 1 year

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When Worlds Collide

As the camera starts out staticky, you can hear a dark chuckle. Once the static clears out, a rather strange, mixmatched, dragon-like creatures comes into view.

"Hello, everypony! Should I say everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Discord, spirit of chaos and disharmony!"

"Originally, I wasn't scheduled to make my Tumblr debut until much later, but a certain mod informed me that desperate times call for desperate measures. Something on the line of... 'notifications'?"

"Though as exciting as it is for me to show my face early, my only complaint would be the fact that I have to SHARE this blog with others. But I suppose this will have to do for now. Perhaps if things go well here, I'll be able to have my own personal blog down the line..."

"With that being said, let's get this show on the road! I've been sent here to summon several muses here that I'm sure you'll be happy to see! After all; a lot of them are people you've met before I assume?"

And with that, Discord snapped his fingers. Just like that, tons of people(and one pony), appear. They look around in confusion before turning to face the odd creature that was before them.

“UwaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!!!”

The spikey-haired boy ran into hiding. Oddly enough, two of them looked and dressed exactly like him. One went after the more timid version to check of him, while the other had bandages, all over his torso, arms and legs(I have no sprites for that one! T_T)

"W-what that f&ck is that?!?!"

'Kyaaaaaaah! It's a monster!'

"I'm going to assume that this is the creature who brought us here. But... why?"

Discord was rather disappointed by certain reactions as he turned away.

"A simple 'thank you' would've sufficed! But I suppose most of you aren't much a fourth-wall breakers now aren't you...? How rude! To think I actually did this to help you all on your current predicament-"

Before the draconaquus could finish his sentence, a certain pink pony zoomed in and gave him a super tight hug from behind.

"GYAAAAAGH!!!"

"Discord! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you sooooooo much for bringing us all together! I'm so happy to finally be able meet all my neighbors at once! I thought it going to take like... foreeeverrr to meet a few of them at a time! And I SO thank our mod a bejillion times for this too! And that best part is... you now get to be a part of this too! This is the best! Decision! EVERRRRRRRR!!!"

"C-can someone... please give us a promo... before Pinkie Pie... breaks me in half...?"

(Hello everyone. Mod Princess here. So basically, this is a chaos blog mashing @ask-timid-makoto-naegi, @danganronpa-v3-demo-au, @your-pink-party-pony, and @sole-survivor-makoto-naegi altogether. This is being done due to the recent changes on tumblr regarding the notifications. I figured that I'd have some fun and add Discord from MLP into the blog as well.

So this is what's going to happen from here on out. Every event and starter I decide to do regarding any of my other blogs are going to start off here from now on. You also can also RP on the chaos blog if you'd like. It will just require me to use other blogs to respond depending one which of my muse(s) you are interacting with. I will also be using this blog for any and all RPs that I didn't get notified on.

Aster recommends this to me as an alternative option to constantly pinging, and so far it seems to have worked after @unofficialuserluser tested it out. So now I'm giving it a go. Fingers crossed this continues to work!

Edit 5/5/2023 - Okay so I wasn’t informed until like… just now the the problem has been fixed. REALLY wish someone would’ve told me this sooner before I went ahead and made this blog. Nonetheless, it’s here and people are already interacting. So I’ll need to figure out an alternative. If you still want to interact, go ahead and do so.

@unofficialuser(anyone you want), @werewolf-makoto-naegi @slimemakotonaegi @ask-ghost-boys @yui-samidare-reborn (anyone you want), @japanese-ultimateautism @special-encounters (surprise me), @laylayeh @tobys-multiverse-official @lre123 @ask-ultimate-personas @ask-the-ultimate-matchmaker @alizachan @coldwisped

As always, anyone who isn't tagged can also interact

#credit goes to respected artists for vectors #discord #discord spirit of chaos and disharmony #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #miu iruma #iruma miu #tsumugi shirogane #shirogane tsumugi #kaede akamatsu #akamatsu kaede #multicrossover roleplay blog #tw: cursing somewhat

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chaoticrobotics · 9 months

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will security alert ever come back? I just found it and i love the story. i hope it comes back :(

I didn't want to say anything because I really don't want people pressuring me (don't worry about your ask being seen as pressure, you are one of the nicer people to ask when it's coming back unlike a lot of people on tiktok), but I was going to TRY and just get through it and finish the damn story.

Unfortunately, right now I have no way to draw digitally. I am having a new tablet being shipped so whenever that gets here I will have to get used to it before getting into anything big.

So that being said... There is a very SMALL possibility that I am going to continue Security Alert. I am definitely abandoning all the other small comics I was doing, and honestly I wish I had done that sooner and maybe I would have finished Security Alert in the first place, but I didn't so I just severely burnt myself out and needed to just stop for a while on the comic.

So again. There are no definite promises that it is coming back. But I do want to finish the story. You might be able to tell though that I am not all that excited to do so in my tone.

Personally, I really do want to finish the story, because it is fun to think about the story itself, but thinking about actually sitting down and drawing the story, for a lot of people who weren't even appreciating the work I put into the story and just wanted the next part (again, not you specifically, but a lot of other people on other sites) just makes me feel sick and hateful to the comic and the game/media in general.

Literally the DLC came out and barely revived any of my love I used to have for this whole thing. The only thing it did do was reinforce my love for the Mini Music Men lol (I do wish we saw DJ Music Man in the DLC, that would have been cool).

So yeah. I am going to TRY and get through the story. The style is definitely going to be different and I might do smaller parts as well, but it's going to still be a while until I am going to do so since, like I said, I physically can't draw digitally right now. I also want to try and actually get a bunch of pages done before releasing new content so that I am not feeling as pressured to actually rush myself.

I was going to try and do all of this without saying anything to just surprise people while also not disappoint people if I never actually go through with continuing, but enough people have been following me and asking recently (most likely because of the DLC) that I am just gonna say this.

So if you came here for content, just be patient I guess. I do have the whole story planned out since before I stopped making content, and I am not changing anything because of the DLC, so some things aren't going to line up with the DLC, but I honestly don't care anymore and just want to get this story done so I can get this weight off my shoulders whenever I think about this comic.

Thanks for reading this far if you did. I'll do my best to get the comic up and running again, but again, like I said multiple times, don't get your hopes up too high. It will be a bit until I can get going again, and this time I am going to take my sweet ass time with this comic so I don't end up absolutely hating this comics and franchise by the end of it. Hang in there and hopefully I can finish this. I am one person doing this for free, so let's all hope I keep my motivation this time and actually get to the end of this story (pretty sure at this point in the story we are like 1/3 or half-way done, so if I can go with my original place then there should be quite a bit more content for me to make).

#chaostalks #noart #asks #if i sound rude or upset #i'm not trying to be #so please don't take it personally #i am just sick and tired of this comic #wish i never started it #it wasn't even supposed to be a comic in the first place #it was supposed to be a funny mini comic #and then i would have just made illustrations #and mini comics #it was NEVER supposed to be this big #none of my comics were #but this is the price i pay #by letting people peer pressure me into making a story #people on tiktok asked for a part two #and because of that you all got this story #and i lost a loved interest of mine

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squirmydonnie · 4 months

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Vent:

I am.causing my pain

I never know quite where to.look

But when I do. It's often recently been the wrong place

With people who.simply don't have the capacity for me

I hope that they do or will

But the truth is I can never be sure.

I forget that my parents are even an option sometimes.

They would hate to hear that.

And they will same the same things I'm used to.

Sometimes they surprise me.

I often only want more information about them. I don't want to hear your name old story you usually do. The same topic again. I liked hearing more. Not that it was positive things. It was sad things. But I still liked hearing it.

I get the need for.positive reinforcement. But I don't want to give it to you.

I've done it before, and it's become tired.

I don't really feel like it.

I didn't think very much about it before.

I didn't realise I was making a choice.

That I've been making the choice to not tell them.things.

I do it very regularly.

I think.i might be a more healthy individual if I did that from the start.

But I had seen it as something I would do on my own. As to not bother anyone with it.

In the same way I chose to not ask for clothes I liked, out of fear that money would squander.

I wish i wasn't perceptive.

Not that it doesn't do any good for me, but that it hurts me.so much.

Being aware only does you a bit of the work.

I don't really know where I'm going with this.

But it feels better to not be rushed.

Rushed by fear.

Even though I actually still am.

My dad told me I'm the first thing he's ever loved at first sight.

He's told me this a few times.

When driving me home from the hospital he couldn't stop looking at me through the mirror.

My mom had to keep reminding him to focus.

I've never heard him say anything like this about my mom.

It made me wonder if I'm the first thing he's ever loved at first sight, how he could treat me like this.

The way that he did. Because he's mostly stopped now.

But I've forced myself to remember. So I could understand why we are like this.

When I said that it may be a trust issue yesterday. I wished that I could have taken it back. So that he wouldn't think it was so seriously.

I want people to take me seriously but I'm also quite afraid of it.

I didn't want him to think things were more wrong then he already thought.

I guess that he probably should know, but it doesn't make me feel much better about saying it in the first place.

It made me wish I would have shut up. That I just wished I would have been able to so stay quiet like I normally do.

That just the once I'd be able to keep it in, like I do regularly.

But how could it be anything but mistrust when you do not see me.

When I came out it was a mistake.

It was supposed to be 2 years from now.

But I got so caught up in the emotion of the moment that I said it.

This time I was getting so tired of hearing the regular and more annoyance than usual, that I let it slip.

You see a lot about what I was like.

How I was before 5th grade.

He always says that.

He mentions 5th grade as if it's a maker about me. And everytime I don't know what he's saying about it.

5th grade was a turning point, but still what I'd say was a great year for me.

I enjoyed it greatly.

He even admitted that I didn't seem phased by graduating from the grade. So I never fully understood why he's held onto it so much.

He told me about something that happened at the playground once.

But to me because I don't remember it and I can't connect it much with problems I have now I don't really understand.

There weren't any kids my age there. They were all my brothers age or younger. I got sad. We were leaving. But a.girl came there who was my age. I asked to stay and then we did.

Its sweet of him to remember this. But I'm not quite sure what he means by the change.

I really wish that he would hurry up and tell me sooner. That he would just elaborate on it already.

Because he's been talking about it since 6th grade.

I may have an idea of what he's talking about. But I wish he was more specific.

I can't believe I stayed up until 6 today.

#cheeseburgerboy #lengthy

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commanderbragh · 1 year

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Learning From The Past

DWC May 2023

Day 1: Forgiveness

Braghaman slid off the back of his winged lion and stood quietly for a moment. He reached out to pat Valiant, but stopped as a spasm hit and his left hand started to twitch. The paladin frowned slightly and closed his left hand into a fist and then relaxed, shaking the hand open again. The spasm passing, Bragh let out a sigh and once again reached out to pat the lion who was now staring at him.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” Bragh replied to the look. “I’m fine.” Giving the giant feline a scratch behind the ears did not immediately stop Valiant’s look, but eventually the lion relented and settled himself on the ground. “I’ll be back in a moment,” Bragh added quietly.

The forests of Elwynn surrounded the field. To the far side, he could see the familiar farmhouse and the crops that had been planted for the season. It was early still and only a few plants had started poking their way up through the dirt. The paladin’s gaze, however, soon scanned away from the farm to the closer corner of the land. There stood a small plot, a section that had been fenced off from the rest. No growing or grazing happened here. Within the fence sat two headstones.

Braghaman passed through the opening of the fence that was set at angles to prevent larger animals from wandering inside. The grass was low; likely someone had been here recently to clear the area. Bragh nodded as he moved to a spot in between the two graves and knelt down. After a moment, he looked up and glanced from one headstone to the other, looking over the family name carved into both. Larethian.

“Hi mom. Dad. Sorry it’s been so long.” The paladin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Hope you can forgive me. It’s been a bit hectic the last couple of months.

“Things are going well. Niviene and I are busy as always, what with running the academy and training new paladins. Students are always keeping us on our toes. It’s a shame you never got to meet her. I think you’d really like her. She knows how to keep me in line. I mean, not as good as you could, mom, but she does a good job of it. And the kids are growing too fast. Already out in the world, learning their own way.”

Braghaman paused and looked away from the headstones, though his eyes never focused on anything. Then he looked back to the stone at his left.

“I’d like to think I’m doing a good job, dad. I figure if I’m half the father you were, then the kids will be lucky. Banny reminds me a lot of myself at that age. Comfortable, but not cocky. Ready to go out into the world and help where he can. I wonder where he got those ideas from,” he added quietly with a smirk.

“Part of me feels guilty. I don’t know that I should have let him go off adventuring on his own. Part of me feels like I should still be out there. Not just to keep an eye on him, but to help with everything else. You know I’ve tried to retire a couple of times before, but it never really stuck. Always felt like I had more to contribute, more I needed to do.”

The paladin looked down at his left hand and clenched it tight enough to hear the leather glove creak a little.

“I feel a little guilty not being out there for everyone. But I know that I’m needed more here. Niviene needs me. The trainees definitely need me. I’d like to believe that Duskwood wants me around to help. And the logical part of my brain says that I can’t keep pressing my luck. Even if no one else says anything, I know I’ve lost a step. I’m not as fast or strong as I was when I was younger. I’d be in the way, sooner or later.”

Bragh stood up and leaned over to touch the headstone to his right.

“I used to feel guilty about you two, you know. Felt like if only I’d studied harder, learned quicker, done… something… different, then I would’ve been back home sooner. And I could have helped you two. It took me a long time to realize the wishful thinking there. To forgive myself for not being able to do more. It took a while, but I eventually got there. I figure this is the same thing. As much as I want to be everywhere and help everyone, I know I can’t. So hopefully I can get to the self forgiving a little quicker this time around.”

Braghaman took a step back and looked at both the headstones once more.

“I’ll come again soon.” Braghaman paused, the last thoughts for his parents being spoken from his heart instead of his lips. Then, nodding, he turned and made his way back to Valiant.

@daily-writing-challenge

#maydwx2023 #mayday12023 #commanderbragh #lamenting #little bit sad

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cosmicdream222 · 2 months

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im literally kicking myself in the foot for not doing something more worthwhile with my existance... i never knew of manifesting until recent years and while society likes to say its never too late sometimes it feels like that is it too late cause to learn any skill you have to have already learnt the techniques then have good practice abilities on top of it, like you cant just waltz into a sport for instance and take a gold medal you have to do it step by step but to do that again im fucking regretting so much rn cant i just bash my head into a wall and slowly die? or music for instance cant just pick an instrument and be good at it right off the bat again shouldve just fucking picked something and stuck with it

also i never had the likes of tiktok or anything internet for entertainment when i was a kid so in a way it shouldve been perfect chance to really do smth but as always situations got in the way and im regretting existing a lot rn. like why so many ppl so good at their niches or whatever it is they choose to do and theres so much more available now than there was back then but i cant seem to pick a single damned thing that i could realistically do at my age and still feel accomplished bc id just end up feeling behind or regretting not doing it sooner

sorry for ranting abt myself there just if only there was time machine or a literal realistic way of shifting to another damned reality cause this aint it like why im wasting so much of it doing fck all? it should be shameful honestly but like at the same time its kind of impossible with current economy being so crappy

for instance if u want to own a business (which i would do if i could even afford one with my own money but then u got to ha e the job and the know how on running it) seriously my ancestors had so many more things that were successful in their lives and some did have businesses bc shops were affordable back then, education used to be affordable too and housing etc etc. id be more inclinced to then have a family of my own if that were the case but it is not soooooooooooooo then its like even if you want a bog standard job it can still take months just to get something basic. i once did manage to manifest a free bus ride and my teacher not coming to college for a few days but thats abt it. other than that lifes kinda average sadly its not the 1950s and elvis is still dead asf.............. not fair

the other thing that puzzles me and sorry for making this so long but if we are supposed to have had past lives a) why havent we known about it before now and b) how come some celebs dont reincarnate or do the celebs that pass away just get a free pass to heaven and decide to stay put? (in which case i wont blame them but its also not fair that i have to still exist... or fail to exist i should say)

My dude, I understand where you’re coming from and I have been where you are. But you say you wish there was a way to travel back in time or shift realities - there IS a way to shift realities, travel back in time, and live whatever kind of life you want. Seriously. That is the whole reason I created this blog!! So please read through all the information I’ve collected instead of just complaining ok? 😭

All of that stuff you mentioned about your current reality is an illusion. Time is an illusion. It does not matter what you’ve done in the past. The economy does not matter. Your present circumstances do not matter. Past lives only exist if you believe they do.

Look around tumblr at void, loa and shifting success stories. I have shared many of my favorites. People in very difficult circumstances have regularly completely change their lives overnight, wake up in new houses, shift to alternate realities, change their genders, change their ages, bring people back from the dead, to say the very least.

None of it matters because we live in the literal matrix - a VR simulation - and you can have anything you want NOW.

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fayeandknight · 2 years

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In depth thoughts on today's outing at the Car and Truck Show. For context - it's an annual event held as a memorial for my cousin who died young in a tragic accident. So even without my disabilities it's an emotional event.

There were lots of people that Forte knows in an off duty capacity and in the beginning he did struggle with wanting to say hi. Staring at them with puppy dog eyes, wagging his tail, and inching forward to sniff people while he was in a down. Probably made harder for him because every single one of them greeted him directly, some crouched down, and lots of 'oh I wish I could pet you' and longing stares. I redirected with very basic obedience and chicken to help remind him of where his focus should be.

After about 30 minutes he stopped looking for attention from the people he's familiar with. I wish he'd have focused sooner but given the staggering amount of attention he received I think he did a good job. So many people came over to talk to or stare at him. I was asked lots of questions about him and his training. We were pointed out to people's kids/had kids sent over to us to say hi. And the majority of these people stood nearly on top of him, very close to me, while doing this.

Forte did a really good job of ignoring most of this and even offered auto blocking for about half of the interactions. He didn't get over aroused at the screaming and running kids, which is painful for me on a sensory level.

There was a live band playing, huge trucks of all sorts, engines being revved, food stands, and just so many people.

I did take him back to my car after about an hour to give him a small break. I took his gear off and let him potty, played a little tug with him, and let him roll around in the grass. During this one of my cousins just happened to be on his way in from the parking lot so I let Forte say hi. Forte poured on all the affection he hadn't gotten to dole out.

When we went back he was much more focused and calm. Which was good because I could feel myself getting more tired and less tolerant of people. After the third dead dog story with some guy looming over me while telling it I was feeling pretty worn out. Forte did alert to an hr spike (111) so I found a place to sit down and have him do DPT. Thankfully no one bothered us during this.

Once I was in the clear (hr below 100) I got a soft pretzel in the hopes it would make me feel better/more grounded. Forte held a settle at my side the whole time I was eating it, no begging at all.

Then a family friend of my mom's/aunts' spotted us and had lots of incredibly rude things to say about Forte and my "parading around a dog like that". I am proud of myself for remaining neutral in my responses. Forte alerted (hr 117) so I excused myself and went back to the quieter area for him to do DBT again.

After I was feeling better I rejoined the group (comprised mostly of my parents, aunt's, cousins, and their kids). While I was listening to the conversation it turned to a super triggering topic. I grabbed Forte's pull strap intending to use the braided texture to ground myself until I was steady enough to walk away. Forte apparently took it as a cue to get me out of there and brought me back to where we'd done DPT previously.

Once I was okay enough I said goodbye as I passed the group and headed back to the car.

I really have to acknowledge Forte's brilliance on this. We've only fairly recently been practicing FMP and the only light guiding he's done is find the car once we're already in the parking lot.

I've never asked him to lead me to a quiet spot before. But he patterned that my getting a certain level of distressed ended with us doing DPT in a specific spot and just acted upon it unprompted.

For all that I call him dinky and make jokes about him being not that smart, he does understand the core of his job and does his utmost to fulfill it. I am so grateful to have him in my life and am proud of him and our training. He's such a good dog and I appreciate himself so very much.

#dogblr #forte #belgian tervuren #service dog in training #sdit #he's such a good boy #it's an event that i really struggle to attend for a multitude of reasons #it's a very busy and distracting environment for any dog #but Forte did a good job even though he wasn't perfect #not that i expect perfect from a dog who is not even a year and a half old #thankfully it's a non pet friendly event so there were only a few dogs who shouldn't be there #they were all terrified with fully tucked tails and basically the picture of stressed in dog body language #but none of them got too close and while forte was aware of the one staring at him he didn't get overly bothered by it #it is a weird feeling to encounter people i knew my whole child/teenager hood suddenly treat me very differently #I've always been weird and treated as such #but some people really went from 'i know you' to 'you're a disabled and im too uncomfortable to have any idea how to treat you'#i think i got less of it last year because people assumed i was training him for someone else #but my saying he's in training for me really threw them #and they lost all notion of me as an actual person #idk man #but it sucked #anyway Forte is a super good dog #and I'm impressed with his acting of his own volition #it's not the first time he's come up with his own solution and each time I'm left amazed and deeply grateful #y'all he's so good

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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Revenge of the Sith (Part 2)

Words: 4847

Warnings: language? typical Star Wars violence, probably bad grammar (sorry), the plot of ROTS (bc yes, that needs it’s own warning)

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(THIS IS X READER I PROMISE IF YOU WANT THE NONE X READER VERSION THEN GO TO @imnotobsessedwfictionalcharacters)

So I have like…a million OC’s. One of which I have with Anakin Skywalker. Recently (like a few months ago) I decided to rewrite Revenge of the Sith, but instead of Padme, it’s my OC and it becomes an AU near the end bc Obi Wan is able to pull Anakin back to the light. So, I decided to rewrite it (AGAIN) to make it x reader. So yeah, here it is, I hope you enjoy

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The next day, Anakin sat in one of the meditation rooms across from Yoda. He had just told the Master about his premonitions.

“Premonitions? Premonitions. Hmmm. These visions you have--”

“They’re of pain, suffering.” He thought for a split second to not say anything else. But he knew he had to, “Death.”

“Yourself, you speak of, or someone you know?”

He thought to say himself, but he knew that Yoda would know he was lying. “Someone.”

“Close to you?”

“Yes.”

He should have known what Yoda would say, “Careful you must be when sensing the future, Anakin. The fear of loss is a path to the dark side.”

Anakin looked around the room for a split second before looking at him and saying, “I won’t let these visions come true, Master Yoda.”

“Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed that is.”

Anakin knew that was true, to an extent. But not the way that Yoda meant. “What must I do, Master Yoda?”

He wished that he hadn’t asked the question the second that Master Yoda began his response. “Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.”

Anakin looked down solemnly. Yes, Master Yoda was correct in some things. But not this. Anakin didn’t know what to do. He knew that he should just ignore them. Hope that time will pass without anything happening.

Anakin excused himself from Master Yoda and walked out of the meditation room. As he walked down the hall, he went to where he was meant to meet Obi Wan earlier. Once he turned into the room and walked down the stairs, Obi Wan turned his attention to what he was previously looking at and spoke to Anakin. “You’ve missed the report on the Outer Rim Sieges.”

“I’m sorry. I was held up. I have no excuse” And he wasn’t lying about why he was missing for once.

“In short, they are going very well.” Obi Wan turned to face Anakin, “Saleucami has fallen, and Master Vos has moved his troops to Boz Pity.”

Anakin knew that there was something wrong that Obi Wan wasn’t telling him. So he pursued the thoughts, “What’s wrong then?”

Obi Wan crossed his arms, “The Senate is expected to vote more executive powers to the Chancellor today.”

Anakin was slightly confused on how this was such a bad thing. The fighting could be done sooner. “Well, that can only mean less deliberating and more action. Is that bad? It’ll make it easier for us to end this war.”

Obi Wan’s face grew with concern, “Be careful of your friend Palpatine.” He walked pass Anakin and began to walk up the stairs.

Anakin turned to face his backside, “Be careful of what?”

“He has requested your presence.”

Anakin began to follow him, “What for?”

“He would not say.”

Now Anakin had grown confused, “He didn’t inform the council? That’s unusual, isn’t it?”

Both of the Jedi stopped at the top of the stairs, “All of this is unusual. And it’s making me feel uneasy.” Obi Wan started to leave the room, Anakin followed after him. But they both went different ways as Anakin was heading to meet with Palpatine.

He walked into the Chancellor’s office and bowed his head slightly, “You needed to speak with me, Chancellor?”

“Anakin, come in, come in.” Anakin walked over the Chancellor’s desk and stood in front of it, “Anakin, this afternoon the Senate is going to call on me to take direct control of the Jedi Council. The Senate is too unfocused to conduct a war. This will bring a quick end to things.”

Anakin nodded his head slightly, “I agree.” He thought about what Obi Wan said earlier, “But the Council may not see it that way.”

“There are times when we must all endure adjustments to the constitution in the name of security.”

And while Anakin agreed with this, he also found it quite odd. Why was this happening now? Of all the times? Why now? What was so special about the current time? And why was Palpatine agreeing with the taking of the Council? Any and everybody knew that the Jedi wouldn’t allow it. “With all do respect sir, the Council is in no mood for more constitutional amendments.”

Palpatine gave him a smile that Anakin would soon realize was hiding many things. “Thank you, my friend.” Palpatine moved his chair and began to stand, “But in this case, I have no choice.” Palpatine began to walk to Anakin and he met him halfway. “This war must be won.”

Anakin agreed and he knew that others did too, “Everyone will agree on that.”

Palpatine placed a hand on Anakin’s back, “Anakin, I’ve known you since you were a small boy. I’ve advised you, over the years, when I could.” His hand moved to Anakin’s shoulder, “You’ve fought many battles the Jedi Council thought were lost.” His hand dropped and he held it with his other, “And you saved my life.” The two stopped and looked at each other, “It’s upsetting to me to see that the Council doesn’t seem to fully appreciate your talents. Don’t you wonder why you’ve been kept off the Council?”

Now Anakin was confused. He never told Palpatine that he had wondered if he would ever be allowed on the council. Maybe not now, but at another time in his life. When he was older. “My time will come...when I’m older and,” He smirked slightly thinking about something Obi Wan had said a few weeks ago, “I suppose, wiser.”

Palpatine slightly shook his head, “Age is not a good measure of ability, Anakin. I think they see something in you they fear.” Anakin watched as Palpatine moved around, “They see your future and they know your power will be too strong for them to control. They see you as a threat to their power.”

Everything that Palpatine was saying were things that Anakin had feared. “I’ve sensed that.”

The two stopped again and Palpatine looked at Anakin, “I hope you trust me, Anakin.”

Anakin’s head was down slightly due to his fears may be coming true. But he did trust Palpatine. He had no idea why he did. But he always did. There was something that always pulled him to trust the Chancellor. “Of course.”

“I need your help son.”

Help. That was something Anakin always liked to hear. He liked to hear that someone needed his help. It always helped him to feel needed. Feel wanted. “What do you mean?”

“I’m depending on you.”

Anakin’s confusion only grew as he followed the Chancellor around the office, “For what? I don’t understand.”

“To be the eyes, ears, and voice of the Republic. Anakin,” He turned to the young man slightly and the boy stopped in his tracks, “I’m appointing you to be my personal representative on the Jedi Council.”

No. He couldn’t--wouldn’t believe it. That was not how it typically happened. There was a vote on who could and could not be on the Council. Anakin couldn’t believe what the Chancellor had just told him. “Me? A Master?” The closest he had ever been was when Ahsoka was his Padawan. While yes, Anakin did want a seat on the Council, this just...didn’t feel right. All of his feelings felt as if they were collapsing in on him. He had no idea how to feel. What to feel. “I’m overwhelmed, sir.” He walked towards Palpatine, “But the Council elects its own members. They’ll never accept this.”

Palpatine concurred with the young Jedi, “I think they will. They need you.”

Need. There it was again. That four letter word. Something he always had to feel. He needed to feel that he was needed. To be told that he was. He hated feeling unwanted and unneeded. It reminded him of his years on Tatooine. Where he had no freedom, even when now he had little. When he was unable to do anything without being punished. Need. The feeling was still something he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t used to feeling needed or the feeling of needing someone.

They stopped in the opening to the hallway that led out of the Chancellor’s office. “More than you know.” And the two walked out of the office and down the halls.

Anakin knew that this was wrong. That the Council would never accept this. But he tried to keep his hopes high. That maybe Palpatine was right and they would accept this.

Anakin just hoped.

And now here he was. Standing in front of the Council members. His eyes focused on Masters Yoda and Windu, but they kept glancing at Obi Wan. Hoping his friend would give him some sort of hope. Something to ease his emotions.

“Allow this appointment lightly, the Council does not. Disturbing is this move by Chancellor Palpatine.”

It was odd. But Anakin actually agreed with Master Yoda. “I understand.”

However, what he did not expect was Master Windu’s response, “You are on this Council, but we do not grant you the rank of master.”

He was shocked, “What?” Has this ever even happened before? A person be allowed on the Council but not the rank of Master? That, and had anybody been his age? He felt his heartpace quicken, unsure if it was from positive or negative emotions. He looked over at Obi Wan, who gave him the smallest ‘its okay’ face. But it didn’t help. And it didn’t stop him from saying his next words, “How can you do this? This is outrageous.” Of course he noticed Obi Wan’s face faltering as he glanced at Master Windu. “It’s unfair.” Yes, Anakin knew that he shouldn’t have said it, but he was just...upset. He had never heard of this happening and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. “How can you be on the Council and not be a Master?”

He watched as Windu’s face grew annoyed, “Take a seat, young Skywalker.”

He didn’t say anything at first and just bowed lightly. But before he turned to take a seat, he knew he had to apologize for his outburst. “Forgive me, Master.” And if he was to be honest, it wasn’t aimed at Windu. Or even Yoda. No. It was aimed at Obi Wan. He knew that his old friend was slightly embarrassed and that he could get in trouble for Anakin’s own actions.

He did his best to ignore it, but he saw Obi Wan as he shook his head. He was quiet as he sat down. Mostly just thinking about how stupid he had just been. Why did he do that? Why did he lash out like that? Why was he always like this?

“We have surveyed all systems in the Republic,” He looked around, but quickly stopped and fully turned his attention to Master Mundi as he saw Windu staring at him. “But have found no sign of General Grievous.”

“Hiding in the Outer Rim, Grievous is. The outlying systems you must sweep.”

In Obi Wan’s own way, he argued with Yoda’s statement. “We do not have many ships to spare.”

And then Mundi brought up a good point, “What about the droid attack on the Wookies?”

“It is critical we send an attack group there immediately.”

Anakin kept quiet as he listened to Obi Wan agree with Windu, “He’s right. It’s a system we cannot afford to lose.”

And then he saw it, Yoda giving in, “Go I will. Good relations with the Wookies, I have.”

Windu nodded slightly, “It’s settled then. Yoda will take a battalion of clones to reinforce the Wookies on Kashyyyk. May the Force be with us all”

Anakin looked away as he noticed Obi Wan glancing at him. Obi Wan noticed him playing with his hands and the end of the arms of his robes. It was an old habit that he had had since he was a kid. Something he never grew from. Something Obi Wan never taught him not to do. Anakin never asked why. But Obi Wan had a reason. It wasn’t just because he didn’t see it as being ‘important’. It was because it helped him to know when Anakin was overwhelmed. It was something Obi Wan hated seeing Anakin being.

Because just like Anakin sees Obi Wan as a brother, Obi Wan saw him as one too.

The meeting continued for a bit more and once they were allowed to go, Anakin went. Honestly, he wanted to see Y/N. Tell her what had happened. See if maybe he did overreact. Of course he slowed down as he heard Obi Wan yell for him. Once his old Master and friend caught up to him, the two walked in silence. It wasn’t until Anakin felt that he had gotten far enough away from everyone else that he began to vent to his friend. “What kind of nonsense is this? Put me on the Council and not make me a Master? It’s never been done in the history of the Jedi! It’s insulting!”

“Oh, calm down, Anakin. You have been given a great honor. To be on the council at your age--it’s never happened before!” Obi Wan reminded him. And yes it did help. The two stopped walking and turned to each other. Obi Wan’s voice quieted down as he continued, “The fact of the matter is, you are too close to the Chancellor. The Council doesn’t like it when he interferes in Jedi affairs.”

Anakin looked at Obi Wan. Not wanting to believe what he thought Obi Wan was implying. “I swear to you, I didn’t ask to be put on the Council.”

“But it’s what you wanted.” But of course he did! Every Jedi did! Anakin didn’t understand how it was relevant! Palpatine hadn’t even really known about how he wanted it anyways. The two began walking again, “Your friendship with Chancellor Palpatine seems to have paid off.”

Anakin was confused, “That has nothing to do with this.”

Obi Wan concurred, “The only reason the Council has approved our appointment is because the Chancellor trusts you.”

Anakin looked at Obi Wan curiously, “And?”

“Anakin, I am on your side. I didn’t want to put you in this situation.”

Anakin knew Obi Wan was on his side. He always was and always would be.

Anakin stopped walking, “What situation?”

Obi Wan did as well and turned to him. Worry was written on his face. He looked down and then gave his old ‘he had to know eventually look’ and spoke, “The Council wants you to report on all the Chancellor’s dealings. They want to know what he’s up to.”

They both walked over to one of the large windows overlooking the city. “They want me to spy on the Chancellor?” If he got caught, he could be tried and killed for treason. “But that’s treason.”

Obi Wan sighed, “We are at war, Anakin.”

Anakin quickly looked away and then back at Obi Wan. “Why didn’t the Council give me this assignment when we were in session?”

“This assignment is not to be on record.”

Anakin didn’t understand. Palpatine was not a bad man. He was a good one. Why were they being like this? “The Chancellor is not a bad man, Obi Wan. He befriended me. He’s watched out for me ever since I arrived here.” He knew he was practically repeating Palpatine’s words from earlier, but they were true. Palpatine had looked out for him ever since he had come to Coruscant.

“That is why you must help us.” Obi Wan let out a small sigh, “Anakin, our allegiance is to the Senate. Not to its leader, who has managed to stay in office long after his term has expired.”

“The Senate demanded that he stay longer.”

And yes, Obi Wan knew this. But he felt that there was something else at play. And he knew, deep down, Anakin did too. “Yes, but use your feelings, Anakin. Something is out of place.”

Anakin sighed, “You’re asking me to do something against the Jedi code. Against the Republic. Against a mentor and a friend. That’s what’s out of place here.” He stared at his friend, “Why are you asking this of me?”

And for the first time in months, maybe even years, it wasn’t Obi Wan who was asking something of him. “The Council is asking you.” And if it were up to Obi Wan, he would not put it to him. Not alone. He would join him. But one thing that Obi Wan knew was that Anakin wouldn’t let him down. He never had. So when Anakin finally broke down and agreed. Obi Wan was thankful. For he was not sure that his fri--his brother would agree to it.

Anakin had gotten home not long after Y/N had gotten off a call with her sister. So she was walking into their sitting area when he walked in. The first thing she noticed was how overwhelmed he looked. She silently walked over to him and pulled him over to a couch. Making him talk about what had happened. She silently listened as he ranted, waiting for the proper moment to say something. “Sometimes I wonder what’s happening to the Jedi Order. I think this war is destroying the principles of the Republic.”

She waited a moment until she knew he was done. “Ani...have you ever thought that...that maybe Palpatine could be corrupt? In some way, shape, or form?”

“What do you mean?”

She bit her lip, “I’ve heard some people saying how they don’t trust him. A man with as much power as he has...he only can stay pure for so long. At some point, they will become corrupt. I’m not saying the Council is right to have you spy on him, I absolutely hate it, but maybe...just maybe he isn’t purely innocent.”

“I don’t think so. I...I would know! I would feel it!”

She nodded, “I know you would. I’m not saying you’re wrong. I’m not saying the Council is wrong. No one is wrong or right. I just...the Senators and Representatives make almost no choices! And I just think that there is something more sinister going on here. I just want you to be safe. I don’t want you to end up getting hurt. But please, talk to the Chancellor! Allow him to see some type of reason! He can’t make every decision for the end of eternity, can he?”

He quickly stood up and began to walk away from her, “You’re being just like them! Asking me to do something that I don’t want to do!”

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

She sighed and stood up, “Hey, please don’t do this Ani.” She placed a hand on his arm and stood in front of him, “I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to betray the Chancellor. He’s your friend. And I know you hate betraying your friends.” She sighed as she looked into his eyes, “Hold me? Maybe it can allow your mind to be at ease. Not think about anything but the two of us?”

He didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around her. He knew he couldn’t stay long. He had to go back to the Temple. He knew that they would be on the lookout for him, more than usual.

Y/N sat on the couch, waiting until Anakin would possibly return. He had been summoned by the Chancellor. She didn’t fully like it. She didn't trust the Chancellor. But, she did trust Anakin. And Anakin trusted Palpatine. So, shouldn’t she as well?

Anakin walked over to the Chancellor and bowed down to talk, “You wanted to see me, Chancellor.”

Slightly startled, Palpatine responded, “Yes, Anakin. Come closer. I have good news.” Anakin moved and kneeled down next to the Chancellor, “Our clone intelligence units have discovered the location of General Grievous. He’s hiding in the Utapau system.”

Anakin felt a wave of relief wash over him, “At last. We’ll be able to catch that monster and end this war.”

“I would worry about the collective wisdom of the council if I didn’t select you for this assignment,” Anakin looked up at Palpatine fully. Was he wanting him to capture Grievous? “You’re the best choice, by far.” Palpatine hummed, “Sit down,” He turned to the Umbaran woman next to him, “Leave us.” She nodded and stood to leave, along with the others with the Chancellor. Anakin moved to sit down, not fully comfortable with it, but he still did. “Anakin, you know I’m not able to rely on the Jedi Council.” Anakin looked at Palpatine, “If they haven’t included you in their plot, they soon will.”

Anakin was confused on what it was that he meant, “I’m not sure I understand.”

“You must sense what I have come to suspect. The Jedi Council wants control of the Republic.” He grew more confused, he hadn’t really sensed it. That would be against everything that the Jedi were for. Why would they want the Republic for their own? “They’re planning to betray me.”

“I don’t think--”

“Anakin,” Palpatine interrupted, “Search your feelings. You know, don’t you.”

She sighed, “I know they don’t trust you.”

Palpatine nodded his head to the side, “Or the Senate. Or the Republic, or democracy, for that matter.”

Anakin sighed, “I have to admit, my trust in them has been shaken.”

Palpatine turned to look at Anakin again, “Why?” Anakin saw it from the side and turned his head to face Palaptine’s. “They asked you to do something that made you feel dishonest, didn’t they?” Anakin looked away, unknowing to him, confirming what Palpatine suspected, “They asked you to spy on me, didn’t they?”

And then Anakin realized something. Maybe...maybe Y/N was right. Maybe he should lie. He adjusted himself in the seat, “I don’t, uh-I don’t know what to say.”

“Remember back to your early teachings. All who gain power are afraid to lose it. Even the Jedi.”

That sentence. It ticked something off in Anakin’s brain. “The Jedi use their power for good!”

“Good is a point of view, Anakin. The Sith and the Jedi are similar in almost every way.” Once again, something ticked off in Anakin’s head. Why would Palpatine think this? What does Palpatine know about the Sith? “Including their quest for greater power.”

But that was when he remembered something he read once. The Sith code. “The Sith rely on their passion for their strength. They think inwards-only about themselves.”

Palpatine turned his head slowly, “And the Jedi don’t?”

“The Jedi are selfless.” He disagreed, “They only care about others.” Or at least he and Obi Wan did. And Ashoka used to and he knew she still did.

“Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?”

“No.”

“I thought not. It’s not a story the Jedi would tell you. It’s a Sith legend.” A Sith legend? How did Palpatine, a former Senator, know of a Sith legend? “Darth Plagueis was a dark lord of the Sith. So powerful and so wise, he could use the Force to influence the midi-chlorians to create...life.” Create life? How? “He had such knowledge of the dark side he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying.”

Anakin felt confused. Why was Palpatine telling him this? He didn’t tell him about his nightmares. But then, Anakin wanted to know. Was this actually possible? Was there a chance that he could’ve saved his mom? That he can save Y/N? “He could actually...save people from death?”

“The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural.”

Anakin looked over at Palpatine, “Wh-what happened to him?”

“He became so powerful, the only thing he was afraid of, was losing his power. Which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew. Then his apprentice killed him in his sleep.” Anakin looked over at Palpatine and noticed that it looked as if he was reminiscing something. “It’s ironic. He could save others from death, but not himself.”

But Anakin still had to know. “Is it possible to learn this power?”

“Not from a Jedi.”

And that was when Anakin realized, he may end up having to make one of the worst decisions of his life. Betray the Jedi or betray Palpatine. He didn’t want to make either decision. But he knew, deep down, that was going to have to.

Anakin sat along with the Masters of the Council. He had just informed them of what Palpatine told him. Well...some of what he had been told.

“Palpatine thinks General Grievous is on Utapau?”

Anakin explained more of what he had been told to Kai Adi-Mundi, “A partial message was intercepted in a diplomatic packet from the chairman of Utapau.”

“Hm…act on this, we must. The capture of General Grievous will end this war. Quickly and decisively we should proceed.”

For a moment Anakin thought that maybe he shouldn’t mention it. Just allow them to decide who to send without saying what Palpatine had said. But he also had to know. He had to know if maybe...just maybe they would have him go. Not that he really wanted to fully, really all he wanted to be there when Grievous was captured. Anyone would. But Anakin just felt that need to be there. Of course he knew if it was allowed, Y/N would roll her eyes, laugh, and say something about his need to be needed. And that all she would want is for him to return to her safely. How it always was.

“The Chancellor has requested,” He hesitated, something nagging at him. Telling him to not do it. But nevertheless, he did. “That I lead the campaign.”

He knew what Windu was going to say. And he knew he shouldn’t have asked. Especially as he saw some of the looks from the others. “The council will make up its own mind who is to go, not the chancellor.”

“A master is needed, with more experience.”

Master Mundi nodded, “I concur.” And Anakin felt himself freeze as he heard the next words. “Master Kenobi should go.”

Yoda and Windu agreed with Mundi and Anakin tried hard to hide his small tinge of jealousy. “Very well. Council adjourned.”

Anakin sighed as Windu ended the meeting. He waited a moment for Obi Wan and walked out with him. Obi was getting sent straight away. Anakin had to talk to him. He just had to. He had to talk to his oldest friend before he left.

The two were silent as they walked, until they neared the docking bay. “You’re going to need me on this one, Master.”

Obi Wan nodded, “Oh, I agree.” And Anakin felt happy when he heard that. Happy that Obi Wan agreed with him. Especially with something that others would find silly and him just being jealous. “However, it may turn out just to be a wild bantha chase.”

Anakin sighed, “Master.” They stopped walking and he tried to make eye contact, but he just…couldn’t. “I’ve disappointed you.” He knew he would either regret this or it would become the best thing he’d ever done. “Uh, I haven’t been very appreciative of your training. I’ve been arrogant.” He stopped for a brief moment before continuing, “And I apologize.” He thought, maybe just stop there. But he knew he should go on. Tell his emotions to Obi Wan. Like he used to do. “I’ve just been so frustrated with the council.”

And when he saw the soft smile grow on Obi Wan’s face, Anakin knew he made the right choice. “You are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you. I have trained you since you were a small boy. I have taught you everything I know. And you have become a far greater Jedi than I could ever hope to be.” He felt his head fall slightly. If Obi Wan knew about him and Y/N, would he think the same? “But be patient, Anakin. It will not be long before the council makes you a Jedi master.”

They smiled at each other and Obi Wan began to walk away. “Obi Wan.” Obi Wan turned to face his friend and brother. “May the Force be with you.”

He gave Anakin another soft smile. And they both looked at each other. Both tried to pretend they were the same as they were three years ago, but both knew it was impossible. “Goodbye, old friend. May the Force be with you.” He turned again and walked down into the cruiser as Anakin watched.

Anakin’s smile fell after a moment. Remembering what Palpatine had said to him previously. He sighed and walked back to Y/N's apartment. He had promised her that he’d meet her there today after being unable to spend the night with her.

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