#a lot of smith on smith aggression here

[audhd-author]

Electricity

Y/N Smith could've gone her whole life without seeing her brother again. However, her plans to do this change upon receiving an invitation to the Smith family Christmas BBQ. Upon meeting a certain Rick Sanchez, Y/N's intentions for staying become a lot less pure.

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3280 words

NSFW (18+)

Rough sex, face fucking, blow job, heavy degradation, age gap, choking, light bondage, alcohol and drug use, orgasm denial, clit stimulation, nipple play, creampie.

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An exasperated groan escapes your lips as you look out the window of your car. You were in no means excited to be amidst the chatter of a Christmas barbeque but as your niece and nephew were eager to see you, you were in no position to not show up. The sides of your car vibrate with bass as Tech N9ne’s ‘Loud’ continues to blast full volume through the speakers. You had no doubt that everyone across the street could hear your music but frankly, you didn’t care. Sighing, you grab your trusty Fireball/Smirnoff mix from the cupholder and turn off your car, deciding to just rip the bandaid off. Walking across the street, you can hear your car’s defence activate as you take a sip of your alcohol. 

“Y/N! I’m glad you could make it! Jerry was so excited when he found out you were coming.” Beth exclaims, a glass of champagne in her hand as she walks over to greet you. Your hand slips into the front pocket of your jeans as you raise your drink to your lips, gulping down a bigger amount then you’d like to admit before turning your attention to Beth. “I hope you didn’t tell him I was here for him. The only reason I’m even showing up is because of Morty and Summer. Jerry should know he lost his right to call me his sister many years ago now.” You reply nonchalantly before walking away, scanning your eyes over the crowd for your niece and nephew. Spotting them in the open garage with Jerry and what you presumed to be Beth’s dad, you call out to them. “Summer, Morty!” 

The group of fours head’s snap towards you as you walk over. “Aunty!” Summer exclaims, pulling you into an aggressive hug as Morty hugs the other side of you. “Y/N!” Jerry's excitement to see you is evident in his voice. “Aunty? You didn’t tell me you had a sister Jerry.” The fourth person in the garage chimes up, his eyes full of an unrecognisable glint as they take in every inch of your body. A brief, unamused chuckle leaves your lips as you fold your arms over your chest. “He hasn’t had one for nearly a decade now. I’m only here for these two.” You say as Jerry’s expression falls. A smirk pulls at the older man’s lips as he extends a hand out to you. “Rick Sanchez.” 

Taking his hand, a tingling wave of electricity floods through your body and you hesitate, looking up at Rick. It was clear he had felt it too, his eyes unable to leave yours as his eyebrows furrow with both intrigue and confusion. “I-uh, Y/N Smith.” You stammer, quickly retracting your hand from his. While Jerry doesn’t appear to notice, too hurt from your words as he walks back out onto the lawn, it was clear Summer and Morty had. “Aunty, come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Summer says, hurriedly reaching for your arm as she pulls you through the door leading from the garage into the house as you struggle to recentre your thoughts. 

Closing the door after you, Morty turns to Rick. “What in the fuck was that Rick?” Rick’s eyes narrow as he turns around to his bench, leaning over it with his hands gripping the edge. “I-I-I don’t know Morty. We just sh-shook hands, I didn’t do anything to her, I swear.” 

“Yeah you better not have! Aunty Y/N’s nice, I like her! If you ever fucking hurt her Rick-.” Morty yells, his hand shaking as he points it threateningly at his grandfather. Groaning, Rick turns around to face him, unbothered by the finger now jabbing in his chest. “Listen Morty, I wouldn’t hurt her. First of all, sh-sh-she’s a Jerry hater and we need more people like that in this world. Second, I need to figure out what the fuck happened back there an-an-and I need her to not not like me for me to find answers.” Rick turns around to grab his drink off his workbench, taking a skull before letting out a burp. “Now move.” He says, walking past Morty, who is struggling to come up with a response, into the house. 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Rick watching you throughout the afternoon, standing in the back of the room with one hand in his lab coat and the other always holding a new can of alcohol. However, it’d also be a lie if you said you didn’t like his attention. After the incident in the garage mere hours before, you have been unable to rid your thoughts of him, some pure, many… not so much. “Aunty?” Summer’s voice brings you back to reality. Snapping your eyes down to your cards, your expression remains unreadable as you push all your chips into the middle of the table. “All in.” Rick’s eyes flicker with interest as he hears your words. You’d finally given in to the many offers of poker from your niece, nephew and other guests and Rick was curious to see how well you knew the game, so far you were exceeding his expectations. 

Turning your head to Morty, you wait for his response. “Fold.” He sighs, discarding his cards on the table. All other players opted to fold apart from Summer. Flipping her cards over, she shows four 9s and a 6. “Four of a kind. Y/N?” Beth says as everyone’s eyes turn to you. Taking a sip from your drink, you grin as you turn over your cards, showing everyone an Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and 10 of spades. “Royal flush.” You say, drinking the remainder of your bottle before standing up and walking through to the kitchen. Putting the bottle down on the counter, you pull two flasks from your jacket, each containing fireball and vodka respectively. 

Taking the cap off both flasks, you empty them into your bottle. “Impressive game.” Rick’s voice sounds from behind you and you jump, spinning around to try to hide the excessively strong alcohol mix behind you. “I- thank you. Sorry, I didn't expect you to be behind me.” A smirk pulls at his lips as he leans against the counter opposite you. “Clearly.” His eyebrow raises as he looks around your shoulder. “What are you mixing up over there?” An amused smile appears on your face as you pass him your bottle. “Guess.” He takes it from you, staring at the light brown liquid inside before shrugging and taking a sip. His eyes widen as he swallows, staring at the bottle in shock. “J-jesus fuck. Fireball and vodka?” He coughs, looking up at you as you nod.

“You take drugs too or is the alcohol enough?” He asks, his eyes catching yours as you take your drink back. Unable to break your gaze away from his, you can feel your heart racing as you nod in response. “Yeah, I take drugs.” You could slap yourself. Never before had you become so putty in a man’s gaze but Rick had a certain hold over you that you couldn’t explain. A single chuckle of approval falls from his lips before he grabs for your wrist, leading you through the dining room and entryway to the only door on the right. Opening the door, he lets you walk through before shutting it behind you. Taking a seat on Rick’s bed, you take care not to touch the blueprints and machine designs covering the walls of his room as he rummages through a box near the door. “Molly?” He asks, pulling out a bag of the white powder. “Fuck yes.” You say, a grin pulling at your face as an approved hum leaves Rick’s lips. Pulling the case off of your phone, you grab a straw and an old card from your wallet as he empties half of the bag on the back of your phone. 

Quickly halving the powder on your phone, you make two neat lines. Offering out the straw, Rick takes it as he blocks his right nostril and inhales a line as you hold the phone up for him. “Oh yeah. That always makes my day.” He says, holding your phone up for you as you expertly inhale the remaining line. “Fuck yes.” You reply, enjoying the familiar sting of the powder in your nose. Taking your phone back from him, you dart your tongue out, collecting the rest of the drug on the tip. Rick’s eyes darken with desire as he watches you. Swallowing, you realise your actions and your eyes widen. “Sorry.” 

“I wasn’t complaining.” He says nonchalantly. You can feel your cheeks flushing at his words, averting your gaze to the blueprints on his walls. Taking a sip from his can, Rick takes a seat next to you. “Computer, play playlist 80085.” You can’t help but chuckle upon hearing the playlist name. “Boobs?” He looks over at you, shocked you even know what it spells as A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie’s ‘My Shit’ plays. “What? Boobs are great.” He shrugs and you can’t help but laugh as you begin to fish in your pocket. “Definitely.” Your fingers brush over the small bag in your pocket and an amused smirk pulls across Rick’s face as he sees the contents. “Y-y-you know Y/N, the resemblance between you and Jerry becomes less the longer I’m near you… I-i- like it.” 

“Good, I hate that he’s my brother. Now, you got a bong?” You quickly divert topics as you open the previously chopped bag of weed. Reaching under his bed, Rick pulls out a glass skull-shaped bong and passes it to you as you pull your lighter out from your jeans pocket. You sink the cone almost as fast as you managed to pack it, exhaling as you pass the weed and bong over to him. Falling back on the bed, your head nods along to the beat of the music as you feel the drugs beginning to take effect. “C-congratulations. You’ve officially been in my room longer than any of the family ever has.” Rick says, a cloud of smoke exiting his mouth as he does. You laugh, turning your head to face him as you sit up to take the bong from him. “Words that I’m sure many women have heard before.” You laugh as he looks at you. 

“Nope.” Is all he responds with as you laugh. “Didn’t realise you swung the other way, many men then.” He rolls his eyes as you pack your cone. “Again, nope. I-i-it’s the first time I’ve said it. I don’t bring people to my room.” You almost choke on your cone upon hearing this, the smoke catching in your throat before you have to pause, quickly exerting it from your lungs. “So why me?” You ask before finishing your cone. Rick hesitates before telling himself ‘fuck it’ and responding. “You’re different. I don’t… entirely hate you.” He pauses and you look up at him, both of your breaths catching in your throats. His eyes dart from yours to your lips as you feel your heart rate increase. Leaning over, you press your lips against his as he closes the gap, his hand coming up to cup your face. The tingling wave from the garage returns the moment your lips meet, flooding your veins with ecstasy as he takes the bong from your hand, placing it on the ground. Pushing you backwards, you fall back onto the bed as he shifts his weight above you. 

Sucking your lower lip between his teeth, he gently bites down, extracting a soft moan from you. Rick lets off a small groan as he hears you, his bulge twitching against your thigh. Reaching up, you hurriedly pull his lab coat off his shoulders, along with his shirt as he grasps the hem of your top, pulling it over your head to reveal your perfectly-fitted bra. “Jesus fuck. Computer, engage soundproof mode.” He murmurs before attaching his lips to the crook of your neck as his hand entangles in your hair, pulling your head to the side. Your breathing intensifies as he lightly trails his hand over the sensitive skin on your stomach up to your breasts, taking your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. You can feel your core drip with desire as he sucks the skin on your neck into his mouth, your back arching as he squeezes your nipples, his hips grinding down against your thigh. You can feel the size of him through the fabric and you can feel your arousal pool in your underwear. 

Dipping his hand under your back, he expertly unclips your bra before lowering his mouth to your breasts. His free hand dips down under the waistband of your panties, running his finger through your folds, a desperate moan falling off your lips. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He groans, sucking your arousal off of his fingers before standing up, his hands undoing his belt. He didn’t even have to tell you to get on your knees, you were already there. “Fuck you’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” He chuckles as you nod, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor. Just the mere sight of his size had your core tightening with lust. Sucking the tip into your mouth, your tongue runs up and down over his slit as he curses, tightening his grip in your hair. “Good whore, you know your place is on your knees in front of me, don’t you?” You hum in agreement as you draw more of his length into your mouth, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat, his hips bucking in pleasure as you stifle a gag, your eyes filling with tears. His grip in your hair tightens as you pull back before taking more of him in. 

“Holy shit, you dirty little whore, you wanna take all of me in your filthy mouth, don’t you?” He groans as you nod, sucking your cheeks around his cock as he pushes the rest of his length down your throat. You instantly gag but his hold on your head keeps you still as he pulls out slightly before pushing himself back in again. “Fuck, such a pretty sight you are with my cock in your mouth.” He groans, speeding up the pace, fucking your face as precum dribbles down your throat. Panting heavily, he withdraws himself from your throat as you gasp for air. “Stand up.” He says, his voice deep with desire. You obey, quickly getting to your feet as he pushes you back onto the bed again. His hands undo your jeans, unburdening you of the rest of your clothes. 

Digging his fingers into your hips, he drags you to the edge of his bed, your legs falling on either side of him. Your core tightens as he runs the tip of his cock from your throbbing clit to your folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Rick’s name falls off your lips in a desperate moan as he fills you up. “Shit, your fucking milking my cock. You’re so fucking tight for me.” He groans as he presses himself further inside of you, stretching your walls around him. “Holy shit.” You gasp once his full length is inside of you, your hands grasping for the bedsheets. Grabbing your legs, he pulls them over his shoulder and you could swear you see stars from the extra depth. Clenching yourself around him, a pleasured groan falls off both of your lips as Rick digs his nails into your hips. Curses escape the both of you as he slowly begins thrusting into you. The sound of your arousal is sinful, mixing with pleasured moans and your skin slapping against his. Neither of you could hear the music over the noise both of you are creating. You can’t contain your pleasure as Rick increases his pace, your eyes rolling back in your head as he fills every inch of you. 

Letting go of your legs, Rick quickly pulls himself out from inside you. “Move back up on the bed.” He orders and you quickly obey, needing him to fill you up again. Repositioning himself in between your legs, he quickly slides back inside you, a pleasured moan escaping you. “Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock, are you that desperate for me whore?” He groans and you frantically nod. “Fuck yes, you feel so fucking good.” You’re aware of how needy you’re being but the feeling of him inside you is heavenly, the way he stretches you out makes your core tighten in pleasure. “What a good girl.” He grins as he roughly slams into you, extracting a string of moans from your lips. 

A knock on the door startles you, your head turning towards the sound as Beth’s voice comes from the other side of the wall. “Rick? Have you seen Y/N? She disappeared a while ago and we haven’t seen her.” Rick, however, doesn’t falter. His hand covers your mouth as he continues to buck his hips into you. “Be a good whore and stay quiet. Computer, deactivate soundproof mode.” He growls before responding to Beth. “Nope, I haven't seen her.” His pace only increases as he speaks, your eyes rolling back as he continues to bottom you out. “Alright, well let me know if you do. The kids are asking for her.” She calls back. Trailing his free hand down your body, Rick begins lazily rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb, a muffled moan escaping you as your body shakes with pleasure. His eyes dart to yours as he smirks, focusing more attention on your clit as he continues to pound into you. “Yep, will do.” He responds to Beth before turning the soundproof system back on. “What did I fucking say?” He growls, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing the veins on the side of your neck. “Be quiet.” You say in response, your legs shaking in pleasure. 

“And what did you do?” He roughly thrusts into you as he asks this, forcing you into the brink of orgasm. “Fuck, I-I didn’t listen.” You moan as your body continues to shake, your toes curling in overwhelming pleasure. “Don’t you dare fucking cum. You got it, whore? You disobey me and you get punished. Fucking hold it.” He growls, slamming harder into you as your vision blurs. “Rick, please. I need to cum. I can’t hold it, please I need to.” Begging to cum is not something you’re used to but you know you can’t hold it, your body uncontrollably twitching as you try to obey him. “No. Hold it.” He reiterates, slamming himself further inside you, emphasising each word. His thrusts increase his pace, each one getting sloppier as he gets closer to his own orgasm. Rick’s hips stall as he reaches his high, his hands moving to support himself above you as a guttural moan escapes him. “Cum for me.” He gasps, thrusting into you as his hand moves back down your clit. Those three words were all you were waiting for. Rick’s name falls off your lips amongst a string of moans as a wave of ecstasy crashes over you, your body arching in pleasure as your breathing intensifies. 

Withdrawing his softening member from inside of you, Rick leans forward to grasp your wrists, pulling you up to the headboard. Two metal cuffs surround your wrist, securing you in place as you look up at him, startled. He smirks at the sight. “Oh Y/N, we’re not done.”

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A/N: This was honestly so fun to write. I've been on a bit of a Rick and Morty obsession lately. Part 2?

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#rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick sanchez smut #rick c137 #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez fanfic

[genericpuff]

The LO TV show isn't happening, and here's why.

Now, before I begin, courtesy to /u/Princess_Space_Goose because they're one of the driving forces behind these observations concerning stuff in the entertainment sector and they were the first ones to make a comprehensive post about it over on reddit shortly after we got into it in the Discord and compiled everything we knew. But I also REALLY wanna talk about this and I'm surprised to see I haven't yet. They've covered reddit, so I'm covering Tumblr LMAO

Disclaimer: Long post ahead. Much of what I say below is speculation but there's a lot of damning evidence to support it. Take it with grains of salt.

Rachel has vague-posted about the show a couple times over the past few years, but very sparingly so, always stating that it's "in the works" without anything to actually show for it. This would have been fine back in 2020 or even 2021 (the pandemic did bring a lot of television/movie development to a crawl) but we're over halfway through 2023 now.

So where's the show? Who's running it? What is it gonna look like? Which streaming service is it going to be hosted on?

We literally do not know any definitive answers to these questions because nothing has been revealed and at this point in the game, that's basically a death sentence. LO has been on a noticeable decline in stats over the past year, while we obviously can't access the backend numbers (and neither can Rachel as far as I know because WT guards them with an iron fist which is a whole other topic for discussion) it's still very clear by the comic's rating slowly but surely dropping and the like count average lowering (obv the like count isn't indicative of view count but if the ratio has remained the same, that means if the like count lowers, the viewership is likely lowering too). There's also been certain behavior from WT over the past year that hints at the comic not doing well, such as its VERY aggressive ad campaigning which often undercuts other series on the platform that are far better than LO and deserve the spotlight, but lose it anyways because WT just wants to keep its golden goose on life support even after its heart has stopped beating.

So the fact that we don't know the answers to these questions still after 4 years is NOT good. We don't know anything and while that was excusable 3 years ago, at this point, it's more indicative of the project being at a standstill or dropped completely, and what we dug up and discussed in the ULO Discord (and what was later posted to reddit) proves it with some very telling information dissected from LinkedIn and other sources.

So far, the only people we know connected to this project are Rachel Smythe (the creator of LO) and Stephanie K Smith (the appointed showrunner). Showrunners are the lifeblood of television series, remember this. Here's a little bit about her:

Lore Olympus still doesn't have a network, this means it has no definitive spot to air, which is not good at this point, because the network is what primarily funds these projects. Think of "Netflix shows" - they're not necessarily made by Netflix, they're made by studios that Netflix funds and as such they're given the Netflix branding because Netflix is their proprietary distribution network and benefactor. So LO has no network or streaming service funding its production. All of her other credited works have affiliated networks/distributors, but LO doesn't.

"But what about Jim Henson Company?" Jim Henson Company bought the rights to LO in 2019 to produce it, that doesn't necessarily mean they were onboard to fund the entire project. Again, these studios need networks to back them, not just for monetary purposes, but with the promise that their project will have a place to go when it's finished, whether it's Netflix, HBO, etc. Think of it like a movie theater - the movie theaters aren't the ones making the movies, but they have deals with the studios to air those movies with the agreement that both sides will be making money.

Jim Henson Company is a production studio, not a network. Not only that, but they're primarily for-hire for puppetry/animatronic projects, they're not the same kind of studio as, say, Laika, or Disney, or Warner Bros. Much of their work is done on the backend, creating animatronics and puppets for kids' productions, monster movies, etc. Currently they're working as the animatronic designers for Five Nights at Freddy's, but that movie isn't a JHC movie, it's a Blumhouse production, which has hired JHC to create animatronics for them.

So, the fact that they were the ones to buy out LO for production rights is... very odd. Because for starters, they don't tend to buy out production rights like major studios, they're typically for hire, but they're also not an animation studio. Any animation projects they've worked on were for concept art and design, such as Word Party, but the folks at JHC primarily specialize in conceptualization and practical effects. That's their whole shtick, it's what they're selling, it's what they get hired for.

That's all early stuff though, stuff we've been speculating on for ages. What came to light recently that spurred on this whole essay was discovering this one section on Stephanie K's LinkedIn:

There are a couple things we can glean from this. First, we know this has to be LO even if it isn't being named, because LO is the only one that was bought by JHC.

This also confirms that LO did end up with a distribution network, specifically HBO Max.

But it also confirms that Stephanie K Smith, the showrunner, is no longer on the project, either due to willingly quitting or being removed. According to the time stamps, she left in April of this year.

This is especially not good because without a showrunner, there's no leader. Showrunners are essential to these projects. So without a showrunner, and without any sort of announcement of a replacement, LO's television show is a ship without a captain, a car without a driver, a Hell's Kitchen without a Gordon Ramsay.

There's mention of an "animated presentation" but as mentioned in that reddit post above, that's not necessarily a pilot, it's more likely it was this. Which can't even really be called "animation", it's just video editing, rigging and tweening, but I digress.

There's a lot more in that reddit thread that dives into some of the details of Stephanie K's stuff, including the HBO Max affiliation and how that potentially connects to the Sydney Sweeney trailer, but ultimately, all of these breadcrumbs add up to one of two things:

LO's television show is in severe development hell which it likely will not come out of for quite some time, especially right now with both the writer's strike and streaming services gutting their animation connections.

LO's show isn't happening at all but with LO's numbers declining and its audience growing more fed up with the series (look no further than the comments on Instagram about LO's recent Eisner win, people are PISSED) Rachel and WT are trying to do as much damage control as possible by dangling a carrot in front of the audience they have left in the hopes that they'll stick around long enough on the promise of a TV show happening to keep siphoning cash and views. After all, there are two things many readers are still sticking around for - the SA plotline, and the TV show, and both of those things are being unnecessarily dragged out in the vaguest way possible with no real resolution in sight.

Neither of these are good, but I think what's even more telling is that, since that post was made on reddit, Rachel has attended SDCC and taken part in a new interview from Girl Wonder Podcast, and when asked about the show, all she had to say was this:

"Um, it’s been really interesting. It’s been educational for me. So, what I—what has been done so far is beautiful. Like, if I could share it, I would. But I can’t. Because it’s very naughty."

IDK if the "naughty" bit is referring to the show or just her revealing info about it, but the fact that NOTHING was shown at SDCC is just. Y'all, I'm sorry, but the show is not happening. If you're gonna show off previews for television ANYWHERE, it's SDCC. It's like the E3 of comics and entertainment media. So the fact that she's STILL VAGUE-POSTING ABOUT IT EVEN AT A MAJOR EVENT WHERE IT'S COMMONPLACE TO REVEAL TRAILERS AND PREVIEWS OF NEW PROJECTS, like... it's just not happening. Jim Henson Company bought the rights to produce LO as a TV show in the summer of 2019. Since then, we haven't seen a SHRED of news, if you google "Lore Olympus TV show" it'll still be the same 2-3 articles from 2019 talking about JHC buying the rights and that's it. If you do further sleuthing, all you'll find is Rachel saying "yeah it's still happening but I can't say anything!" which means fucking nothing at this point. The only 'hope' I have left is that they'll announce it at NYCC which has Rachel in a top billing spot in its advertising, but I'm really not holding my breath at this point.

Animated productions take a while, sure, but LO wasn't the only comic bought for TV production in that late 2010's/early 2020's era. Heartstopper was bought in 2019, and it made it to Netflix by April 2022. And it was live action, a medium SEVERELY affected by the pandemic, unlike animation, which wasn't affected as much because a lot of animation development can be done from home. What did affect the animation sector was streaming services like Netflix gutting their connections to animation studios and putting animated projects on the chopping block... which also doesn't bode well for LO.

It's 2023 now and we still don't even have anything beyond those initial announcement articles and Rachel making empty promises. It's not happening. Don't fall for the "it's coming soon but I can't say anything" nonsense. It's far less genuine now than it was 3 years ago and it has nothing to support those claims that it's actually in development, and ironically far more to support mere speculation that she's lying or doing damage control.

And, if it actually is happening, on a shred of belief in that being a possibility, then it sure as shit isn't being marketed well. Knowing how to build hype in a product is an entire course of knowledge. Marvel is practically the king of building hype, they're why people sit until the very end of the credits now in the hopes of seeing an after-credit scene, even in movies that aren't made by them. LO's numbers are bleeding right now, so to not show anything at even the major events like SDCC is a blatant misfire. Almost like there isn't anything to show in the first place.

You can take all of this evidence as you will. Some of it you may dismiss as "overthinking" or whatever have you. And a lot of it is speculation based on the crumbs we've picked up along the way.

But let me pose you this as a final thought: how can it be a good sign when everything being asked about the show, by fans and critics alike, comes down to "Is the show still happening?"

The best time to reveal proof of the LO television show was 3 years ago. The second best time is now.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #long post #analysis post #essay post

[violet-moonstone]

HTTYD Sibling/Family Relationships

Some things I wish we got more of in the franchise are A) family relationships, and B) other young people in Berk who are older or younger than the main 6 riders and Gustav.

We didn't, so here's my headcanons.

First one isn't very original because in the books Snotlout and Hiccup are related and Snotlout says he's "next in line" in THW but I would love it if Spitelout and Stoick were canonically brothers (or brothers-in-law!!!), making Hiccup and Snotlout cousins too. I want Hiccup and Snotlout, despite being only-children, to have grown up like brothers who can't stand each other. Before the events of HTTYD, Snotlout teases Hiccup about how he'll usurp him, but when Hiccup trains Toothless, the rivalry becomes even worse, as Snotlout finds himself in second place - this already happens to a certain extent in RoB/DoB, but now it's more pronounced. Them improving their relationship and avoiding the pitfalls of Stoick and Spitelout's rivalry is even more meaningful. Also as we know from comments Snotlout has made about sewing, his mother is a sweet lady who teaches her son crafts. Too good for Spitelout, tbh. Would be nice if she were also a fierce fighter who is super good at sewing too.

Fishlegs is a very protective older brother to a younger sister who is similarly sensitive and sweet. He, however, stops being sweet the second anyone poses emotional or physical danger to her. He loves taking her flying on Meatlug when she's still too small for her own dragon, and he's always teaching her dragon facts. I think his parents are very sweet as well. His mom is a super tall and busty Viking lady very while his dad is smaller. They're both sheep and yak farmers and not really the warrior type. Fishlegs got his love of animals from growing up on a farm.

Astrid is the youngest of at least 3 older siblings (either brothers or sisters, doesn't matter) who are all very accomplished. Each excels in either strength, intelligence, or stealth, but they're all pretty brave fighters in general. (I'm thinking she has at least one brother who is very strong but not super bright - big himbo energy. Ruffnut probably has a crush on him, and it creeps Astrid out). As the youngest, Astrid feels like she has to live up to and exceed all of their abilities. She also *hates* being the baby of the family, which is why she's so aggressive. One of her parents is doting (probably does something in crafting) while the other is very intense (a warrior).

Ruffnut and Tuffnut are the middle siblings of a huge-ass family and have lots of extended family as well. Literally everyone in their family is chaotic as hell in their own unique, Thorston way. They do everything from farming, fishing, smithing, fighting, etc, because there are so many of them. Berk is already a small community, and it's very common to have at least one Thorston relative somewhere in your family. Eventually, they have to identify Thorstons by jobs, landmarks, or well-known events (Those are the Baker Thorstons, or the Cliffside Thorstons, or the Thorstons-that-Ruined-Snoggletog, etc.)

#httyd #how to train your dragon #race to the edge #rtte #httyd headcanon #riders of berk #defenders of berk #hiccup haddock #hiccup httyd #astrid hofferson #astrid httyd #httyd astrid #httyd snotlout #snotlout jorgenson #tuffnut thorston #httyd tuffnut #tuffnut httyd #fishlegs ingerman #httyd fishlegs #violet-moongem

[mynameisnotsoda]

I'm probably gonna be yelling into the void but here's my refs of my favorite burs !!!! I would say bursonas but one of them is literally just my au,,,, can you tell which one it is,,

Anyway here's some hcs and stuff it's gonna be a long post LMAO I'm just copying all this stuff from Instagram cause I practically live on that shit ass app

Simpbur

He LOVES Hatsune Miku.. like LOVE LOVES HER. He owns so much fuckin merch it's actually insane. But he has never once in his life listened to vocaloid and probably never will. Hes just in love with Miku LMAO

He's aromantic bc I said so !!!!! But he doesn't know that, he hasn't really figured it out and he confuses his obsession with love.

Him and Jared actually used to be friends back when they were like middle schoolers. But then Jared got "hot and cool" and he kinda drifted away from Simp. Mostly cause Simp was SO FUCKING JEALOUS!!!!! and it was obvious too. Imagine how devastated he was when egirl started dating his old friend lmaooo what a loser

Him and e-girl started dating when they were 17, both of them were in pretty bad places in their lives so they just,,, clung onto each other. Both of them were codependent but Simp was significantly worse with his codependency. Adrianne (my name for e-girl) was the one who broke it off when they were both in their early 20s

His stupid little cat beanie is his comfort item !!!! He wears it ALL THE TIME and hates having to take it off, although he would never go out in public with it. He's got some issues with presenting the way he wants to in public so he literally just goes out in his work uniform regardless if he's working or not

Grabs him and aggressively shakes him around !!! Hes autistic (I'm autistic I can give him the tism) his special interests are anime and video games :33

He's definitely not cishet but he tries SOOO hard to present as such (shout-out to @starrixle for that hc ive adopted it for my version of simp)

Studentbur

He's bi but heavily in denial like DEEP DEEP in denial

He HATES being tall !!! He wishes he was shorter because his height makes him stand out a lot and that's the LAST thing he wants

He prays literally every night before bed. Mostly asking for forgiveness (which he shouldnt have to ask for) because he thinks he's a horrible person just for being himself

He CLINGS onto Charlie, they're not like super close friends or anything but he LOVES Charlie. He looks up to Charlie a lot and WISHES he had his confidence and sense of self :')

He doesn't like Tommy, he thinks Tommy's too loud and disrespectful and hates how much attention he attracts. So he tends to just avoid him even if they're in the same classes

He absolutely regrets smoking with Bill and Ranboo but he also feels INCREDIBLY GUILTY for wanting to do it again (because he actually had fun and was able to relax for a moment)

He LOVES emo rock, indie, modern rock and other similar genres. His parents are really strict so he has to listen to his music in secret and ALWAYS has his earbuds on him, its a comfort item too. His three favorite bands are MCR, Ghost and Radiohead :]

The only game he was ever allowed to play was and still is Minecraft. He LOVES Minecraft but at the same time he desperately wishes to be able to play other games

He fucking LOVES GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL !!!!! he used to be in a Christian school but it gave him so much anxiety he was physically ill every single day and he just couldn't take it anymore!!!! To his surprise his parents actually agreed to let him go to public school during his sophomore year and he's been there ever since (now hes a senior)

Charlie is really his only friend, he's tried talking to other kids but he's horribly awkward and socially inept. Charlie basically adopted him and takes care of him like a brother !!!! Even if they're not super close Charlie's always looking out for him and tries to include him with his friends even tho Stu declines most the time :((

Keith Smith

HIS WIFE LEFT HIM AND TOOK THE KIDS TOO 😭😭😭 he's still trying to find her but he's slowly losing hope and he's really considering just giving up

He's basically the "king" of the end, even though he's not actually the ruler, it was his wife. But since she's GONE he basically had to take her place, until he finds a new wife or convinces her to come back if he ever found her (the end is a matriarchy)

He's kind of insufferable why do you think his wife left him

He has two kids, Lune (pronounced like loon) and Sunny. He LOVES his kids and is actually a really great dad despite being kind of an ass and fucking annoying. He misses them a lot and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to see them ever again

Dr. Malpractice

He's a geneticist specifically experimenting with mob/human hybrids.

His experiments are NOT ETHICAL AT ALL!!! He does whatever tf he wants whenever he wants. His only healthy, surviving test subjects are Phil (enderman), Tommy (spider), Charlie (creeper) and Quackity (duck). (He also experiments on my sona,, that I added for funsies,, but they weren't created by him he just happened to find them one day more on that later)

He's actually trying to make humans more powerful in a way, because they're the weakest humanoid species of them all. He wants to "save" humanity from their own biological inferiority and doesn't care how long it takes or how much damage he causes to others so long as he reaches his goal. Because he's fucking delusional and thinks he's doing something good

He even experimented on his kid, Fundy, and he didn't make it. He has a,,, complicated relationship with what happened to Fundy. On one hand the guilt eats away at him constantly, on the other he brushes it off as just another failed experiment since in the long run,, the ends justify the means in his mind

So far his deceased test subjects include Fundy, Niki, George, and Toby (Tubbo). His only escaped subject was Randy (Ranboo) and he's so fucking paranoid that somehow he'd be able to get the authorities to stop his experiments. But it's been months since Ran escaped and nothing's happened so he isn't AS paranoid anymore, but he still worries about it

He names all the test subjects himself, it's easier for him to remember than numbers because he has dyscalculia funnily enough

All the test subjects were made in his lab with stolen DNA so he didn't have to use his own. He basically grew them in tubes and used a rapid growth serum in the tanks to make everyone adult sized since it was easier to run tests that way. He accidentally left Phil cookin for too long so he's the oldest out of everyone LMAO (except for Dr mal himself, he's 37)

Ok so onto the cringe part !!!! cSoda is a shapeshifter, shapeshifters are VERY rare and often hide themselves because they're very sought after to hunt for sport or used for various reasons. They're basically "born" from the planet itself, they grow in pockets underground for many years and kinda just pop up when they're ready. (Think of like. Steven Universe gems but organic) cSoda is erm undercooked let's say LMAO because they popped up early in their development they're basically defective. They age (albeit slowly), their body scars, they can't regrow limbs properly, their shapeshifting is limited to only animals/people they've SEEN before and they are incredibly naive and have a harder time understanding/learning about the world.

Dr. Mal found cSoda (no idea how yet) and he normally wouldn't have cared but he saw their shapeshifting and immediately decided to "take them in". He takes advantage of their naivety and basically brainwashed them into thinking he cares for them. cSoda presents as a dog (more lore I don't feel like getting into rn) so they have the personality traits of one as well, very loyal and loving and INCREDIBLY affectionate. Which Dr Mal HATES.

If it weren't for the fact that cSoda is more useful to him while alive he probably would've just killed them because he's CONSTANTLY annoyed and irritated by them LMAO he wants to be able to replicate their shapeshifting and hopes that it might be able to help him achieve his goal

c!Wilbur

He fucking LOVES working the burger van with Ranboo, it gives him something to do and he actually enjoys spending time with them even after initially not really liking them. He thinks Ranboo is SO interesting and loves to analyze everything he says and does pFF

HE FUCKING. APOLOGIZED TO TOMMY!!!!! FOR EVERYTHING !!! HE WANTS TO DO AND BE BETTER FOR HIM AND HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP!!!! HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO MUCH AND IS TRYING TO BE BETTER AT SHOWING THAT RAAHH

He fucking REEKS no matter how much he showers or uses deodorant. It'll help with the intensity of the smell but he just reeks of death bc he was rotting !!!! he also smells like cigarettes and alcohol which does mask the rot and is actually preferable by most people (especially Quackity, who's VERY vocal about how much Wilbur stinks)

Tinybur

He's REALLY clingy, like he NEEDS someone to be holding him at all times. Normally it's Tommy (who's so obviously his favorite even tho he denies it)

It doesn't remember being human for the most part but he does miss it, especially being a normal height

He HATES when people baby him, he's a grown man who just happens to be child sized. If you talk down to him he WILL be an asshole

It was surprised when people started referring to him as an "it" but he kinda liked it !! It doesn't have the same feelings about its gender since becoming a doll and he thinks it's kinda weird but cool at the same time. It really is just vibin

It's voice is high pitched and he kinda hates it, its gotten used to it but it doesnt really like how its voice changed

Animatronic!Wilbur

He's so fucking annoying and is always flirting with parents for whatever reason. He fucking LOVES if they get flustered too it boosts his ego

He's SOO jealous of Ranboo its kind of embarrassing. He thinks he should be the lead singer and mascot but doesn't vocalize it, although he does make it painfully obvious

He's the lead guitarist and back up vocalist in the band (Tommy plays keytar, Ranboo is lead singer and James is the bassist)

He's actually really fucking insecure despite being a fan favorite. One time someone left their phone and it didn't have a password so he was able to use the internet which was. A mistake. He's seen the horrors of the Beloved Ent. Fandom and he thinks people only like him because he was made to be the "attractive one" and not because he actually has anything of substance.

He fucking HATES Schlatt with a passion, so he avoids the bowling alley entirely now. Jimmy (solidarity) used to be the bowling mascot but he was too fragile and a push over with guests so they replaced him with Schlatt. Who's nice enough to guests but does have a bit of a temper and doesn't take ANYONES bullshit. Wilbur was actually really close with Jimmy and he misses him terribly :(

Can you tell who I have more brainrot for LMAO

#bursonas #bursona #simpbur #tommyinnit mod videos #keith the dragon #c wilbur #revivebur #mcyt au #dr malpractice #studentbur #keith smith #sodapoppys ramblings

[tinnictheguardian]

Head Canon: All the sons of Feanor had crafts

I have been reading a fair bit of Silmarillion fics, and I noticed that there were quite a few fics where Maedhros doesn't have a craft. Now this is a fair enough headcanon because only Curufin is explicitly said to take after his father. Also, Celegrom, Amras and Amrod are explicitly said to be hunters.

However, I believe that someone as aggressively Noldo as Feanor would insist all his sons specialise in some sort of craft. So here's my headcanon on which son of Feanor had which craft:

Maedhros - Woodworking, but obviously, he can't do it once he loses his hand

Maglor - musical instruments and weaving - he sings while he weaves

Celegrom - leatherworking to go with his hunting

Caranthir - painting, including paint and dye-making, also paper making and framing

Curufin - weaponsmithing and, before that, gold and silver smithing

Amrod and Amras - bone carving and furrier, again to go with them being great hunters

Also, I noticed that in a lot of fics, Noldo used quills, but I am pretty sure they had pens. I think this is an issue where people aren't sure how technologically advanced the Noldo are supposed to be. Certainly, Tolkien doesn't make it clear but I don't think it makes a lot of sense to assume that the Noldo would not have replaced quills with fountain pens in all the time they dwelt in Valinor. Especially since fountain pens can be true works of art!

I don't know. To me, there is something extremely Noldo elven about beautiful fountain pens and good quality ink products. Of course, the Noldo would start using quil once they are reduced to refugees following Nirnaeth Arnoediad. But before that, I think they used metal pens.

#maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amras #amrod #silmarillion

[prettypiscesgal]

Friends without benefits

Summary: You have a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie, but it all falls apart after the beautiful Chrissy Cunningham catches his eye.

Warnings: [18+] lots of angst & allusions to smut.

Listen while reading:

Back to the old House - The Smiths

Goodbye to love - Phoebe Bridgers

part 1 - read part 2 here

“Eddie-” I try to say, but am cut off when he aggressively presses his lips against mine, moaning dramatically. “Ed, slow down.”

“Can’t.” He whispers breathlessly against my neck, kissing and biting at the skin there. “Need you.”

“Jesus, you in heat or something?” I laugh, pushing at his shoulders. “Did you forget we’re in the janitors closet?”

He just smirks and shrugs, “I don’t mind everyone hearing how good I make you feel.” He murmurs seductively, placing his hands on my hips and squeezing.

“Oh please. You’re way louder than me during sex. They’ll be hearing how good I make you feel.” I reply, jabbing my finger into his chest.

His face scrunches up in disbelief, “I am not that loud.”

I raise my eyebrows at this, “Oh really?” He nods and I clear my throat, making my voice deep and whiny to mimic his, “‘Y/N, please. Oh god, you feel so good. Don’t stop, mo-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He says, slapping his hand over his mouth.

The bell rings and I lick his hand just before he can pull it away, causing him to whine and scrunch his face up in disgust. “You’re a nuance.”

“You’re a nerd.”

We both walk out of the janitors closet before the halls could fill with students and he turns to me with a smile, “See ya later, missy.” He ruffles my hair before running off to his class that he was probably failing.

My smile drops the second he’s gone, replaced with disappointment. It’s like this everytime, so I don’t know why I’m so disappointed when I know it’s coming.

It’s the same routine. We’ll mess around, whether it be in the closet, his trailer, or some other secret spot he’s found, and then he’ll treat me like I’m just his little sister. Not someone he could actually be in a relationship with.

I don’t even know how it happened. We just ended up kissing once, things escalated, and ever since then there’s been some unspoken friends with benefits thing.

I mean, it’s not like I don’t enjoy it. I love it. At least, I did at first. But, at some point I guess I caught feelings. Which is against the number one rule of friends with benefits relationships.

But, shit happens, I guess.

———

Lunch time rolls around and I’m just excited to see Eddie. That’s the only part of school I actually enjoy.

He’s sitting at our usually lunch table with the rest of the hellfire club. I’m not in hellfire, I don’t really understand DnD even a little, but I always come to the campaigns. I have my own little chair next to Eddie’s.

“Hey guys!” I smile, placing down my lunch tray and sitting down next to Dustin and Eddie. They all shut up the second they notice me, staring at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on..”

“Nothing!” Dustin and Mike shout at the same time. I furrow my eyebrows, looking to Eddie for an answer. He looks down at his food, looking guilty.

“Lucas?” I ask, looking at him from across the table.

“Just some guy stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” He quickly makes up some stupid excuse.

“Guy stuff?” I scoff, looking at Dustin again, who is practically sweating under my stare. “Dustin..”

“We we’re talking about Chrissy Cunningham!” He finally exclaims, breathing heavily as if keeping that secret took a major toll on him.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay? What about her?”

My smile falls when I see Lucas, Dustin, and Mike looking at me with pity on their eyes. My eyebrows furrow and I look to Eddie who looks practically terrified.

“We we’re just admiring how good she looked in her cheer uniform.” Jeff finally admits and I scoff, rolling my eyes at the boys.

“So you guys were just scared I was gonna get mad at you for checking out some girl?” I laugh, crossing my arms over my chest as they all look away with the same guilty expression. “Boys these days.” I shake my head with a laugh, beginning to eat my food.

“Not just that.” Dustin mumbles, but everyone can still hear his voice through the deafening silence at the table.

“What else?” I ask, furrowing my brows. Dustin doesn’t answer, just glares at Eddie. I turn to look at him, and he’s still staring at his food. “Eddie?”

He looks up at me, seeing my confused expression and finally sighing, leaning back in his chair, “I was… thinking about asking Chrissy out.”

My heart drops to my stomach.

“Why would I be upset about that?” I say through a fake smile, pushing my food around on my plate and trying to stop my hands from shaking.

“Um.. I dunno..” He shrugs. I knew why he was nervous. Because this means we would stop with the ‘benefits’ part of our friendship.

Everyone else at the table knew the real reason I would be upset though. Everyone could tell I was in love with him. Everyone but Eddie. They didn’t even know about our secret little hookups and they could still tell.

“It’s okay. You should ask her out.” I tell him, making direct eye contact with him to make sure he understood that I was okay with this.

Even though I wasn’t.

He smiles brightly, practically glowing in his seat for the rest of lunch while I was struggling to even swallow my food down with the lump growing in my throat.

The second the last bell of the day rings, I’m running out of school, excited to get home and cry my heart out. That is until I remember I would have to face Eddie since he was my ride home.

“Fuck this.” I groan, pulling out my walkman and deciding to use it as an excuse to not talk to Eddie. Unfortunately the only taps I have is the mixtape Eddie made me. “Double-fuck this.”

Begrudgingly, I place the headphones and blast the music, listening to the sound of Jimmy Page’s guitar skills that just remind me more of Eddie and his stupid talented fingers (in more ways than one) as I make my way to our hidden spot in the woods.

Unfortunately, because my headphones were blasting, I didn’t hear that Eddie wasn’t the only person at the hidden picnic table.

“Oh!” I shout, being taken off guard by the image of Eddie and Chrissy making out on the picnic table. The picnic table that Eddie and I used to make out on.

Ouch.

“Shit.” Eddie mumbles, stepping away from Chrissy when he notices me. “Y/N, I totally forgot I was supposed to drive you home-”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” I reply, not wanting to bother him and his new girl. I try to ignore the ache in my chest at the realization that he forgot about me.

“Okay.” He nods and for some reason I don’t move from my spot. I was waiting for him to argue, say ‘no, I would never let you walk home’ or maybe even ‘are you sure?’ and the very unrealistic ‘no, you’re more important than Chrissy. I’ll give you a ride.’

I stand, watching him cuddle up next to Chrissy, completely shutting out my existence as he buries his face in her neck, just like he did to me a couple hours earlier.

“Bye.” I whisper, which goes unheard because he’s currently whispering something in Chrissy’s ear, causing her to let out a cute giggle as she turns to kiss him.

While walking home, I can’t help but wonder if I did this. Maybe if I told him I liked him. Told him I wanted a relationship. Maybe there was a small chance he liked me back.

But deep down I know that isn’t true. If he really loved me, he wouldn’t have kept us just a dirty little secret. He would’ve wanted more. Would’ve wanted to brag about me to all his friends like he did with Chrissy. Would’ve wanted to hug and kiss me in public. Or even just call me his girlfriend.

Instead he just wanted someone to get him off and then sit and listen to all his girl problems. Because he didn’t see me like all the other girls.

The worst part is I thought he was the one for me. He was sweet, and funny, and treated me so well. He didn’t even realize how much he was really hurting me. And he doesn’t even realize it now.

He was my one and only and he didn’t even consider me as one at all.

———

part 2??

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[riewritten]

CHAPTER 6. COUNTERATTACK

EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE — DIRECTORY

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N | hurt/comfort, angst, mystery, childhood friends, fake marriage, modern au, parallel universe, reincarnation, mentions of canon, pining commander erwin smith, trauma, manipulation, referenced child abuse, violence, psychological torture

SUMMARY: Aggressive land grabbing from the royal government ensue from one countryside to the other, all allegedly for the prophecy: a tree, vast source of power that'd bring great abundance and prosperity to mankind, is standing among their lands. As the said prophecy holds the answer to the tragic childhood you have no memories of, the guerilla's commander pulls out something he prepared for years to help. AO3 | FANFICTION

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Levi, Isabel, you, and Erwin stayed inside the conference room after everyone in the HQ called it a night. An old vintage television is open and its news flash report further echoed the already grim mood. 

“Breaking news: Stohess citizens, abducted by rebels to avenge their comrade’s death.”

“What?!” Isabel grimaced.

“Reportedly thirteen soldiers were dead on arrival while five were injured. Citizen casualties remain unknown as they were seized before back-ups had arrived. The rebel being avenged, Petra Ral, was a university student branded as the ‘brainwashed Eldian.’ Ms. Ral was said to be killed after trying to shoot a Military Police officer,” the newscaster continued.

“So this is their game?” Isabel taunted at the air. “Bet they’d make these five soldiers who weren’t even there fool the media with sob stories of how merciless we were.”

Petra did not deserve such disdain at her name, but this time you remain composed instead of making a scene yet again. It’s not like you could do anything about it, not when the next person interviewed on the news was your former boss—the same man who berated Petra at the cafe, the same man who made you realize how desperate you were for normalcy to the point of letting a precious friend’s reputation undeservingly stepped on over and over. Your then-boss sputtered a lot of nonsense on live TV to make his exposure longer. He spoke of how barbaric Petra was, of how he regretted hiring a girl like her, and even went far as to mention your name—that you were one of the poor fellows fooled by Petra’s “so-called” kindness because, before you went AWOL, he caught you staring daggers at him which sent shivers down his spine. He even added in his final statement, “It wouldn’t surprise me if she joined the rebels, too. Petra was smart enough to brainwash students who seemed like a complete airhead like her workmate.”

The one who broke the grim atmosphere (or perhaps made it even worse) was Erwin. He chuckled, sardonically so, as if it was nothing but a noontime gag show and your then-boss was none but a stand comedian.

Levi had the face saying ‘the fuck are you laughing on’ but didn’t waste energy to tell him out loud because, after all, out of all people inside the room, Erwin would be the one to react most unkindly once your name was said in a bad light. It’s always been that way for you, even back in Mitras, so annoyingly protective even after you berate him for taking on fights that were yours to take in the first place.

Perhaps Isabel deemed the laugh utterly displeasing and felt compelled to turn off the TV and change the topic—you were her chosen target, “I actually don’t know what name to call you anymore. Would you rather go by your original name, A—”

“That is not my original name,” you grimaced but quickly regained composure because, if anything, Isabel meant no harm, “I’m sorry. I just—I don’t like the name. Please call me as it is.”

“I prefer your current name now, too! Erwin said you were the one who came up with it as a child. How did that happen, though?”

“Erwin’s aunt allowed me to do so after she adopted me. Now that I think of it,” you then turn to Erwin to ask, “You were the one who suggested to give me a new name. Did you do that to hide me from the royal family?”

“If I were Erwin, I would’ve done the same if not more. The last thing I’d want for you is to be used as collateral for a prophecy that can’t even be proven unless you die,” Isabel tapped Erwin’s shoulders. “Smart move, Er—ouch! Levi, be more gentle!”

Levi carefully tied Isabel’s hair up to tend the wounds on her back, after which he called your name to say, “The royal family and its cohorts are squeezing their brains out to find you. Not even your face as a child could be retrieved. It was as if someone intentionally ensured that your traces would be erased.”

“When I was young, everyone in the village made a precaution to not take pictures of me. I thought it’s because camera flashes could be a trigger as they could potentially be associated with explosions, but the reason is much clearer now.”

“Seems like Erwin’s family was hands-on with you.”

“Erwin himself, even,” Levi mused, “he’s been watching you all this time. Erwin and I had known each other even before you went to university. He was the one who urged me to let you in. The ‘room for rent’ poster at the university bulletin board was intended only for you to see—just so you’d think you found us all by yourself.”

Your eyes widened.

“That’s a bit creepy,” Isabel shuddered.

“Oh, it seems like you’re not fond of saying your acts of love out loud, yeah?” Levi quipped nonchalantly at the man in question. Erwin, although stoic, seemed to ask Levi what he was trying to do right now. But even before he got to, you glared at him and asked, “Is that true?” 

“It is.”

“And you didn’t tell me anything, Levi?” the next glare was for him.

“That’s my next question to Erwin,” Levi lowered his voice, darkly so. “As I said, I’m not here to mess around with whatever prophecy the royal family is brewing behind our backs. If you still don’t give us the context regarding her identity, I’m taking Isabel home with me.”

“Hey, Levi,” Isabel grimaced.

If Erwin was threatened with that, he showed no signs of it. Instead he looked at you. His gaze was silent but asking. It didn’t take you long to construe what it was: Would you like to be the one to answer? It concerns your past, after all.

“Did you really save her from those fires?”

And thus, you tried answering in his stead, “Yes. As far as my memories are concerned, he saved me, but…”

“But what?”

Try to recall it. Try to recall it.

Years ago, you saw the giant tree and witnessed Erwin crying for the first and last time, after which he started avoiding you. He started locking the door of his room so you wouldn’t enter. You thought of ways to apologize, including searching around their house for an apology gift, leading you to a newspaper clip in his father’s room. You saw the headline news of your house being burnt to shreds. Then you remembered. You remembered what really happened in that house.

What happened? You already remembered what really happened! Why couldn’t you recall it?

You just woke up blaming Erwin all of a sudden. It came to a point that Carly brought you far away from him to ease your panic attacks. She got you checked by a psychiatrist. The professional said that your brain might be formulating memories that didn’t happen.

Then…? What happened next again…? How did your relationship with Erwin get fixed again?

Erwin eventually forced himself to your new home. He lived with you and made attempts to clear the misunderstanding. He recalled the truth to you, repeatedly so, and you finally succumbed to him when he saved you from the fires in the vacant lot—a fire instigated by random kids.

That’s what had happened, right?

Then why… Why do you have a dream about Erwin instigating that fire himself to convince you, albeit forcefully, that he saved you?

What exactly have you seen that day?

“Hey,” Isabel patted your shoulder to cut your thoughts off. “You okay?”

“I am not sure,” you muttered, “I’m not sure what I’ve seen that day,” you clasped both hands on your head, wide-eyed, utterly confused. “It’s as if my brain is making up something. It’s as if it’s intentionally painting Erwin in a bad light. The voices are speaking inside my head, full of warning, even if Erwin’s the last one to hurt me out of all the people in this world.”

REALLY? IS THAT REALLY THE CASE, LITTLE FLOWER?

“People who went through horrible situations could really have foggy recollection, you know? Your brain has a reason to be like that to protect you. Don’t beat yourself up for it. Don’t force yourself to remember.” Isabel seemed really worried this time. 

REALLY? REALLY? REALLY?

Isabel’s glare tightened at Levi. Erwin’s gaze was looking on you, then to Levi not long after, “Is that what would make you stay? Forcing her past out of her—making her remember the things she had forgotten to protect her sanity—would that really help you unveil the truth of how bastard of a father Kenny was to Furlan?”

‘Don’t speak as though Furlan’s death is not connected to her identity in the first place!’ is what Levi almost said; you could see the look of disdain on his face. But his face softened as soon as he glanced at you. You wouldn’t like to hear that from him. Erwin was right. Your past is not the primary reason he and Isabel joined the guerillas. It’s to uncover Furlan’s death. 

Levi sighed, exasperated, then gave you a bottle of water. “Isabel is right. Don’t force yourself too much.”

The days went by with Levi and Erwin seemingly in a rift between each other, yet they were still able to work efficiently for the next mission.

It came to Erwin that the Military Police distributed a huge intelligence fund to find Anna. This eventually resulted in rising worries of citizens, especially women, as they felt like someone was watching them. Some condemned the Military Police for it, but some defended it and said it was all for the prosperity of Eldia and that the royal family surely knew what they were doing.

You managed to build relations with the establishments where most Military Police hang out, which led you to befriend Marie, the owner of the bar nearest to the Interior Police headquarters, and she hired you immediately when you said you’ve been trying to find a job.

“Bloody hell, I feel like every woman I’ve been fuckin’ lately could potentially be Anna,” the MP soldier hiccuped as you poured him another drink, “and that I can’t let night pass without questionin’ ’em. It’s that or my promotion at risk, y’know?”

“It must be unfortunate to be a soldier,” you lamented. “Maybe I must be grateful I settled on a job like this.”

“I also am grateful, ya see,” he giggled and scooted closer, breath reeked of beer—disgustingly so, “’cause I get to have a beauty like ya pourin’ my glass after a long, long day.”

Fortunately, Marie swatted him away from you, “That’s my girl you’re touching there.”

“Oh, why so stingy! She’s the first woman ya hired since this damn business got movin’! Lemme have my share as yer best customer!”

“I sell liquor, not women—as if it’s even ethical to sell women,” Marie rolled her eyes and, as swift as ever, collected the used glasses at the counter. “Why don’t you find that wanted girl first so you’d have your long-awaited promotion? Flirting around won’t get you there.”

“Easy for ya to say because yer husband’s already a high-rankin’ dog!” he spat. “These damn women, suckin’ higher officers’ dick off—hic—but scold low-rankin’ soldiers tailin’ ’em.” This time, he sounded like sulking to himself, although Marie could still hear it.

Poor Marie. This bar was swamped by drunkard soldiers when their reputation changed from valor to perversion due to the intelligence mission, and yet this drunk man in front of you trying to mimic Kenny’s way of talking didn’t make the nuisance lighter.

“It’s already a woman’s burden to be tailed by the likes of you and yet you still have the guts to blame us.”

“‘Ya sayin’ something?!” the man shot daggers to the now enraged Marie, “Know yer place and just keep suckin’ yer husband off after his long long day of workin’ his ass off! Just for yer damned bar!” then he spitted on the counter. “Ya thought just ’cause ya got chance doin’ business, yer already superior to us, huh? I bet ya husband’s just lettin’ you ’cause of how good you are in bed! Know yer place and—”

The whole place is rattled into silence when Marie slaps the soldier, clearly offended, eyes shaking in anger. You thought how hard it must’ve been to her all this time, to have such barbaric customers in and out of her lawn. Perhaps that’s even the main reason why she wasn’t fond of hiring women until you asked her for help.

It was even more pitiful when a group of drunk soldiers came to rescue the man. They spat curses to the both of you, of how this whole operation of finding an unknown girl has been stressing their guts, of how they would still do it anyway because they’re men who merely wanted the prosperity of Eldia—the prosperity of the women who so despised them.

Just before Marie could request security, one soldier suddenly exclaimed, “Ah! You must be that person! Hah, we found her. We found Anna!”

It was as though a bucket of ice was thrown at you. But then, their inebriated selves were looking at Marie. They claimed Marie as the wanted girl just because she defended herself against blatant disrespect. No one seems to be functioning properly because of the liquor, hence none of them would cut the commotion off. “You see, one thing we know about Anna is that she’s a child born out of the Interior Police’s operation. Some soldier fucked a woman of a powerful lineage, a lineage so powerful that it could give the holy tree!”

“What are you trying to say?!” Marie shouted back, fuming.

“So the product of that operation must be affiliated to the military, one way or another! Right, right?! Don’t you think so?! We’re all stuck in this because someone in our ranks is a snitch! That’s it! We solved it!”

His remark seemed to turn on the lightbulbs of every soldier inside the bar. Their eyes start becoming more predatory—perhaps even more desperate, because their superiors are onto nothing but “Find her, find her, find her!” recently that every woman they come across salivates their desire to get this over with.

While you’re secretly communicating with the guerilla unit near the area so they’d arrive before the commotion starts, what he said bothered you to no end. No, it didn’t just bother you—it made you remember something, and it’s the first time you have remembered something you’re sure is accurate. 

“Once she turns ten, she’ll be the royal family’s property. Don’t you get attached to her,” he says.

“No way you’d tell that to a mother like me,” she quips, voice laced with honey. “Worry not, she is aware of it herself. Aren’t you, my cute little girl?” then pinches your cheeks.

“Yes, I do! Once I turn ten, I will bless the royal family with prospre—prospreri—prospreritri—”

“It’s prosperity,” your father spats. He seems about to scold you but ends up shaking his head instead. “Nevermind. Not like it’d make a difference if you were born smart.”

“Give her some slack,” your mother quips then fondly looks at you, “don’t mind him. Daddy’s jealous because you’re special.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because our bloodline is special! We’re saviors capable of finding the tree and awakening its bearer! Awaking the bearer means giving prosperity to Eldia!”

“Yay! Prosprerity!”

Your mother’s laugh gets even louder, and although your father still looks annoyed, you can see him holding back a smile.

“Miss Marie, pray tell, pray tell,” a soldier hummed, “where do the rebels stay?”

“You son of a—” Marie cut herself off and shot you a glance instead. “Go get someone to fix this.”

You nodded and tried to walk away, but another soldier cornered you, “Why do you think we could let you go when you’re working alongside this woman?” then his face turned sour, “You’re a damn rebel too, aren’t you? Look at how young you are, as old as that orange bitch!”

You very much knew who he was talking about, so your rage did something unhelpful to the situation: you slapped him hard, tears in the corner of your eyes. It enraged the soldier just the same, and so he ordered, “Cuff the two of them!” You tried to defend yourselves, but twenty inebriated soldiers were still soldiers; even if you managed to knock down five of them, someone would be swift enough to point a knife at Marie’s neck. That was your cue to stop fighting. The soldier smiled sardonically, “I see you’re a good girl.”

You let yourself be cuffed, nothing ringing in your mind but vital information you gathered while staying here.

The previous week, a customer working as a clerk inside the Interior Police said that Commander Kenny’s son was a needed sacrifice for the prosperity of mankind. He mourns for him, but it must not be mistaken for Petra who died at the same age. Petra was a life wasted. Had the rebels heeded the warning to give Anna over, no one would have been killed. You asked her then, “So it was a massacre, wasn’t it?” She shrugged and answered, “Is it really relevant if we’re talking about the rebels? The government had always wanted to get rid of them. Who would budge if it really was a massacre?”

Then, two days ago, a young soldier who had just been promoted to be a part of the Interior Police valiantly said, “Someone as powerful as Anna must be kept by the authorities, but look where she is instead, in the hands of the rebels! The royal family means no harm. They need her power for their citizens’ prosperity. It must not be held by the Eldians who could abuse it!” And so you asked him, “Do you know what Anna’s power really is?” Instead, he glared at you, “Are you not attending the church every Sunday?” When you shook your head, he sighed, deeming you lower than him. The young soldier told you everything Isabel and Levi knew about the prophecy and the tree. After thirty minutes of him rambling, you finally cut him off out of annoyance. “Do you know what exactly Anna’s part is?” You then realize that the young boy doesn’t know at all. He doesn’t know a thing, yet he still holds their words dear because they’re his fellow believers, and believing them means being loyal to the royal family.

When you and Marie were all tied and surrounded by drunk soldiers pretending as though they were inside an interrogation room, you asked,” Why do you think rebels exist, Officer?”

“Because they’re incompetent and aching for war, ruining peace for their own gain. Why? Finally admitting you’re one of them? Oh, we gon’ reward you real good, then.”

“The royal government and its cohorts are the ones ruining peace for their own gain. The rebels just retaliated to defend themselves.”

Another soldier pushed him away in a glare, “Yeah? So what is your relation to them?”

“They saved me.”

“Oh, poor girl. She must’ve been brainwashed, too,” the other one sitting on the counter, about to faint, murmured while hugging his bottle. 

“Do you know where Anna is? How about the Commander? What does he look like?”

You didn’t speak. That’s something they could never squeeze out of you. The drunk soldier, much to your and Marie’s surprise, hit your head hard with the bottle. You tried your very best to gulp down your scream, tried your very best to not let the pain know because Erwin trained you for it. You felt the blood drip to your cheeks and chin until droplets of it came down to your shirt. Marie’s screams made you dizzy.

In a span of a moment, you get the urge to sleep, but something uncanny makes you alert—the longer the blood permeates the room, the darker it gets. You thought you were merely feeling things because of the head injury, but you were sure everyone else had felt it, too. The soldier who hit you looked so utterly horrified not long after. He seemed sober again. The soldier who was about to sleep just stood up to scream. The glass bottles on the shelves started clanking against each other as the tables began shaking. The barely cleaned roof showered everyone with its long-standing dust just as if they were alive and as scared as you all were. It wasn’t long for Marie to faint, too.

Out of nowhere, everyone started kneeling at you, shouting their apologies, acting as though they just angered an otherworldly entity. You looked down at them, aghast, as the concussion in your head and the blood you were losing didn’t help you comprehend the situation at hand. 

The pin of the grenade was the rats under the floor, running and running as if an onslaught was happening inside their homes. The wind reeked of corpses, of anger, of suffocating entity taking control of every molecule in the space.

“T-the voice… it’s the same feeling when the voices speak…” you murmur to yourself. You did so repeatedly as the soldiers wept harder until the door banged open. 

“Why are they kneeling and crying?” Moblit exclaimed in horror.

“No! Why are they kneeling and crying while she is tied and bleeding? Oh god, Nifa! First aid kit, please!” Hange ordered.

“Oh, y-you’re here… Thank heavens.”

However, your relief was quickly replaced with horror upon seeing Erwin’s face. It’s always been like this. Back when you two were younger, your playmates have always been so scared to play pranks at you because the first time they did, young Erwin—as you quote them—had ‘made them see hell.’ Your head dripping with blood upon his arrival would obviously warrant a situation way worse than this. You might be safe now, but nobody else is—not with this sight.

“Who’s the one responsible for this?”

You refused to answer. Perhaps out of impulse, or perhaps because you finally realized how scared you are at Erwin all this time. The voices in your head may be the deeply rooted fear for Erwin the same way your former Mitras friends had feared him.

Erwin called your name and repeated the question.

“Don’t worry too much about this. More importantly, Marie, my—”

He walked towards you. The nearer his footsteps get, the more dreadful the atmosphere becomes. “Who did that to you?” 

Everyone went silent. The weeping became quiet strains. You were just about to repeat your remark—that there are more things to worry about—but then Erwin’s gaze turned to the soldier kneeling right before you.

The same officer who hit your head with the bottle.

“Commander, the place is starting to shake,” Nifa reported as she brought him the first aid kit.

“Is there an earthquake?”

“God, it reeks of corpses,” Hange pinched their nose.

“W-what?” Nanaba muttered in horror from the outside. “The rats are all over the road.”

“What the fuck is happening?”

“Fourth squad, check if the bar owner has incurred wounds. Treat her if need be. Miche, seize the soldiers. Do it quickly. Something strange is happening. Let’s leave this place all at once.” 

“How about her…?” Hange pointed at you only for their question to be answered immediately as soon as Erwin untied you himself and applied pressure on your concussion.

With all the strength you have left inside you, you try to bargain, “D-don’t hurt the soldiers,” but his face didn’t change; hence, you repeated, “Don’t you dare hurt the soldiers, Erwin.”

Despite the whole place shaking, more stray animals panicking, and people weeping in fear, his scowl was only due to your pleas. “I loathe this attitude the most. If you ought to be too merciful of your enemies, even to the point of not holding them accountable, you might as well sit still and never join any operation again.”

“They must pay for this. We both know they must… b-but—hah,” you stammered, clearly struggling not to let the dizziness take over your consciousness. “they have information regarding Anna. I heard most of it already so—”

“So they must talk about it before bullets strike their heads.”

“No,” you stopped him from addressing your wounds to look straight in the eye, “It’s not the guerilla’s move to get swayed by their emotions, yes? You—hah—you’re the one who told me.”

If he weren’t too livid, he’d be chuckling sardonically. You almost saw him do so. “I’m not fond of repeating myself.”

He’s primarily here to ruin anyone who dared to go after you—you didn’t forget that, but it irks you. Amidst your consciousness on the precipice of leaving, anger kept you awake. How helpless have you been all this time that he naturally thought this was something to be done? And why is he depriving you of dealing with your issues now that you can do so? 

“I must be the one to do that. Don’t take it away from me.”

There, you saw a glimpse of amusement in his features.

How sweet of you, really — he might’ve thought — how pathetically kind to try and save them by taking the punishment job in his stead. It’s not like you’re entirely wrong—you have all the right to subject all the needed punishment to those who laid their hands on you. It’s just that you lack something he’s been so full of all his life: resentment. He’s not just doing this for you. It’s to satiate his anger for those who dared, and while he trusts you with all of his life, he just knew you wouldn’t be able to do it the way he wants to.

“Are you worried that they’d feel pain?”

“No. Don’t try to change this—”

“Don’t you worry, silly flower. Corpses can’t feel more pain.”

“Erwin,” you warned.

“Sleep.”

“I’d seriously leave you if you do this.”

You almost saw his features falter. Before you fainted, you heard him mutter, “I’d like to see how that goes.”

The next thing you knew, you were on the infirmary bed inside the Underground, and news of what happened at Marie’s bar terrified every single citizen of Eldia, rebels alike. Believers of the prophecy increased just as the fear of the conquest horseman did. That was also the needed confirmation for Levi and Isabel because the captured soldiers spoke in a language they only heard from you before killing themselves. 

“You told me you wouldn’t kill them!” you stormed to the conference room where Erwin and the squad leaders were meeting.

“I didn’t,” Erwin said. “Go back to your room and rest. You’re still not in your best shape.”

“You killed them, didn’t you?! I told you I’ll deal with them myself!”

“He didn’t kill them. We were there. We did interrogate them, but before they could say anything, they sputtered shit and killed themselves,” Levi snapped.

After a sigh, Erwin asked, “Would you like to sit, then? That’s what we’re talking about right now.” His offer made you look at everyone who’s just as lost. Your face flushed with embarrassment. You didn’t even get to fix your hair before storming inside. You sad down beside Levi, and Erwin finally continued. “Not only did they babble in a language we’re yet to understand, they also had the same carvings written on their bodies.”

“The same carvings written on Furlan’s corpse,” Levi begrudgingly admitted.

“So, the prophecy really might be true…” Miche pondered. “Then does that mean their land grabbing in pursuit of Eldia’s prosperity could be justified?”

“Would taking lands out of their tillers be justifiable with some dark magic in our lands? How about how the royal family’s cohorts privately named the seized lands theirs? Would the power of the tree explain that?” Levi scowled.

“There are only things we confirmed in this fiasco. First, the prophecy must be investigated further, and second, the conquest horseman born out of that tree—whoever they might be—does not side with the royal family. We must also find them to know their motives, and…” Erwin looked at Levi, “…to avenge Furlan Church, the first casualty they had brought to our ranks.”

Seems like Levi and Erwin were able to fix their rift while you were unconscious but it doesn’t change the fact that the horseman slipped away from your hands—the very being that haunted you since god knows when, and it was there on that day. You also realized it as soon as the atmosphere got uncanny and the soldiers knelt before you—oh. Oh god.

“Okay, so now, before we dig deeper, does anybody know what the prophecy entails in the first place?” Hange asked. “Sorry, I’m not a churchgoer, so…”

It was Levi who answered, “The church said that the Eldian race was once called ‘Subjects of Ymir,’ and we contain a power brought by a giant tree. The people blessed upon it, however, used the power in vain and committed atrocities all over the world, and so the whole Eldian race perished. The Church believes multiple worlds stipulate the universe, and this one we have is just one of them. The Eldian race was supposed to cease existence as their divine punishment, but a bloodline who also got power from that tree saved us from it.” 

“And perhaps we can deduce that your bloodline is related to it, no?" Miche faced you. "Your counterintelligence report at Marie’s bar confirmed that a soldier admitted your upbringing was an operation led by the royal family where one of their men copulated with a woman of the same lineage.”

“And, as far as her recollection is concerned, said parents have mentioned giving her up to the royal family once she turns ten,” Moblit added.

“And! It just so happened that the fires happened on your tenth birthday!” Hange beamed. “Oh, you powerful girl.”

“It would seem as though I did it all by myself, no?” you chuckle blankly. “Burning people into crisps, inducing fear and suicide, carving on their corpses, among many other cruel things no sane human could do…”

“No, sorry,” Hange backed off, expression softening. “That’s not what I meant at all.”

Awkward silence permeated the room until Erwin cleared his throat, “To continue where Levi left off, the royal family wants the tree back in their grasp. One report we got from Petra's team before they were killed was that the previous king, Uri Reiss, on his deathbed, dreamt of the person who had saved the Eldian race through the power of the tree. His last words were, ‘Find her and her lineage, give them gratitude, for they used the tree’s power beyond their own gains.’ The royal family then deduced that by finding this lineage, they could use the tree once again. That’s the end of their report. Nothing has been found about the operation once it took place.”

The rest of the meeting was about recalibrating tasks inside the unit, considering that the prophecy was real. As soon as they finished, you followed Erwin to his room. You ensured no one would be lurking around outside, for you were about to say something that could scare them.

“The conquest devil is living inside me. I’m sure of it. That’s why they’re finding me.”

Erwin was silent, tormentingly so, and thus you repeat louder. “The conquest devil is living inside me. Everyone must know that the threat is within their ranks. You, of all people, must know what should be done at this point.”

“You see,” Erwin called your name, “while I wouldn’t deny that, I doubt it. You were not around the area when Furlan got killed, and Marie told us everything you had said. None of them could be used against you. Meaning, you didn’t say anything unusual of your character.”

“So all I have to do is prove that it’s inside me, right? Okay, then. Worry not, Commander.” Exasperated, you opened the door to dismiss yourself, only for Erwin to stop you. “Let go, Erwin.”

“They know what the voices inside you have been saying. Levi and I made a report out of it.”

You faced him wide-eyed, yet he looked at you gently, “A-and? What did they say?”

“It didn’t raise their doubts. In fact, they were filled with sympathy.” Your grasp at the knob loosened and Erwin got the chance to close the door again. He let you register the statement for a few minutes.

“They didn’t doubt me,” you repeated. “Not a single doubt at all?”

He held your shoulders against the door and gently asked, “Wanna know why?” You really are clueless as to why. Those alone are objective facts. How could they—

“Because they know you. And you’re dear to them just as they’re dear to you. When Marie explained how you defended the guerillas without fear, Nifa even started to cry. Isabel and Levi weren’t surprised, though.” His remark silenced you, your thoughts, and your horrifying claims about yourself. It was so apparent on your face that Erwin knew he won the argument yet again.

“I still wouldn’t remove the possibility that the conquest horseman lives inside me, but… yes, I understand.”

“Yup. Do as you please.”

That’s when you start getting embarrassed at the distance. Erwin is still pressing your shoulders against the door with a smile so sweet it makes you think how privileged you must’ve been to be one of his chosen people to receive a smile like that from him, knowing well not anyone could have it even if they hardly wished so.

“In the other world, what was my name? Is it Anna?”

“Strange enough, it’s not. Why do you ask?”

“Then, is my name in the other world the same as the one I go by right now?”

Erwin nodded, and so you beamed as it confirmed that your very being was not tied to poor child Anna's fate. “I like the name Carly had given me better. Glad to know I got that name in the other worlds.” You smiled at Carly’s memory. You regret not visiting her before this catastrophe happened.

“Indeed, the name you go by now fits you more, but Carly didn’t give it to you. You were the one who came up with it when she asked.”

That reminder plucked a thorn out of your heart. It made you smile wide and sweet, the very smile Erwin likes to see. “So, you told me you saw what that tree could offer. Tell me about it.”

Erwin smiled ruefully, “I told you. It’s how beautiful you look in worlds even beyond this one.”

“Seriously, I’m not kidding around.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding around?”

You rolled your eyes, hoping it could conceal the fluster instead, “Then, who am I aside from my beauty that goes beyond different worlds?” Hell, saying it out loud sounds so embarrassing. 

However, Erwin’s smile faltered, “After you used the power granted by the tree to save the Eldian race, your existence was subjected to death and despair. In every other world, you always end up dying miserably. Even now I see that you’re still being chased by it.”

“I’m the one who—” you covered your mouth in surprise, “I’m the exact person who did all that?”

“Yes, perhaps the royal family knows by now that you’re the person they’ve been finding for so long; that’s why their search for you got even more unrelenting.”

“God, how cruel. Why am I dying repeatedly after doing that much, then?!”

“Breaking divine laws, I suppose?”

“If that isn’t a beauty that goes beyond worlds, huh!” you huffed. Erwin, however, is still smiling as if he meant praise literally. It flustered you further. Is this due to your stress? Are you perhaps seeking comfort?

“Who were you in those worlds?” 

“I’m not sure. The worlds I’ve seen are just glimpses. The only thing clear is that you were the only one in your bloodline who used the power granted to your lineage and willingly carried the consequences tied to it.”

That’s sad to know, yet deep inside you, you’d still choose that path if that meant Erwin and all of your loved ones would not cease to exist.

“What are we in those worlds, then? Did we also know each other in childhood?"

“Uh… It's a bit more complicated than that.”

“Okay, what are we to each other based on the glimpses you’ve seen?”

He seemed to hesitate at one point, but perhaps saying it out loud made his smile return, “My lovely wife, that’s who you are back there.”

🔖@cadenza-damour @xiaotopia (hi u two it's been a YEAR [god i cant stress this ENOUGH] since ive updated this fic and i would totally understand if you'd want to get excluded from the tag list from hereon!! please gimme a heads up if this is the case, :) ty!!)

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[jarenka]

So, a post for my post-ROTJ AU. I didn't know how to make it easier for people in replies and reblogs to see it so I just went over my notes and tagged all people who said that they really want to know more about that AU.

@bluephoenix1347 @champagnetoastie @unspuncreature @tranakin-skywalker @dilfdarthvader @sfinnigan @ringofsecrets @readerzj @sinead-smith-3 @comicblossoms @thatsnotahoodjason 

It started as an attempt to merge my guilty pleasure trope (Vader lives AU) and my favorite pairing (obikin).

So here is a more detailed premise than I have in this post.

About half of the year before Endor some ancient Force artifact returned Obi-Wan to the world of the living. He joined Rebellion and fought along with other Rebels. They kept his identity secret so Vader didn't know that Obi-Wan is alive. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was training Luke, including the basics of Force healing he knows himself.

Luke told Obi-Wan about his plan to save Vader and Obi-Wan wasn't happy. He was sure that Anakin will kill Luke or will turn him into a sith with his bff Palpatine.

He was very surprised to receive a distress call from Luke in the middle of the Battle of Endor. Luke was alive and relatively well but his father was dying. With a help of Obi-Wan Luke managed to support Anakin until they got to the medical ship.

So Anakin lives and is on the Light Side. Obi-Wan is still very skeptical about it (because I think it's fun). The Dark Side is temping and Anakin was short-tempered even in his better days. Obi-Wan tells Luke about that and Anakin overhears that conversation. He is very angry. He wants nothing to do with Obi-Wan.

It's actually hard. Rebellion often requests Obi-Wan's presence during Anakin's interrogations. Obi-Wan isn't happy about it but he goes anyway.

If Anakin and Obi-Wan talk they act like a couple after a very messy divorce. They are extremely passive-aggressive.

Meanwhile, after long negotiations, Anakin makes a deal with the Rebellion. He gives them all the information he has on the Empire and all the money he can get from his bank accounts (unfortunately Anakin is very bad at being a corrupted Imperial official, so they didn't get a lot of money from him).

Now they need to do something with the former commander in chef of Empire. It's tempting to use him against the Imperial army, but it's a very questionable move. Nobody including Luke can swear that Anakin will be a good (by rebel standards) pilot/officer, and also no rebel wants to be under his command. In the end, they find a mission with a low priority and send Anakin there. Obi-Wan leads the mission but his main task is to observe Anakin and decide if he can work normally in a team.

Obi-Wan doesn't want to be a nanny for Anakin again but he really likes the mission. They are sent to the Carati, a planet deep in the Outer Rim. The other inhabited planet in this star system, Surra, is occupied by Empire because of all the natural resources they have there. Empire never occupied Carati because it have no strategic or another kind of importance but have a lot of weapons. Local rebels of Surra asked the Rebel alliance for help and the Rebel Alliance with the permission of Carati authorities organized a mission for Surra rebels. One group is sent to Surra itself, and the other group, including Anakin and Obi-Wan, delivers equipment to Surra and brings refugees from there to Carati.

(I don't know if I need to tell you that part so extensively but it went from "a have to make a background for obikin" to full social drama with Anakin facing a lot of Imperial shit while being undercover as a regular imperial officer and Obi-Wan being like "awww the voter of Leopard Eating People's Face Party is really upset that leopards are actually eating people's faces". And they also passionately kiss to lure someone's attention away.

Anakin: You want them to think we are having sex after that 11-hour-long inspection.

Obi-Wan: Of course, they don't need to know that we pass information to the Rebellion.

Anakin: /suffering from the pain in every part of his body after he spend 11 hours on his legs with extremely incompetent imperial officers he couldn't strangle/ Nobody will believe that I am ready for another round of physical exercise.

You can read more in the post-ROTJ AU tag in my blog. I even have a ficlet here but it is in Russian.

#star wars #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #post-ROTJ AU

[thatiranianphantom]

Nancy Drew Rewatch 103: The Curse of the Dark Storm

(As always, thanks to @middleagedresidentofriverdale for being an excellent rewatch partner.)

Huge debate about this episode, it's super Nick and Nancy heavy. We know that they break up around episode 6, so clearly, there was something there that wasn't working. But did the writers know that yet? Did this episode illuminate that?

On that note, it's again clear how Nancy wants to spend time with and learn about Nick only in relation to the mystery (should clarify: big Nick fan here. Love him.)

While I wasn't a Nick/Nancy fan, watching them spend time together and sleuth together is fun! It's cool to see the team up. But whenever they bring the romantic relationship into it, they kinda ruin it? This episode is like a thesis statement on why they work better as friends.

Interestingly, to flash forward to s4 Nick and Nancy, I think they'd almost be grossed out if someone told them they had to kiss. In less than a year they are SO entrenched in friendship and so very over each other romantically.

I love how this show subtly reminds us that Nancy is someone who has gone through a lot but she's still very much a teenage girl. Her and Carson are really going through that "dad of a teen" stage.

Also love the constant peppering in of "you're my kid" and "I'm your father". All the double meanings.

Big ups to Riley Smith. Ryan was such a thankless role in the first half of s1.

I forget, did Karen know that Nancy was Lucy's daughter?

A BIG hand for Tunji Kasim this episode. God, he's so good. That scene in the wine cellar was gorgeous...it can easily feel overplayed but Tunji sells it so well. And also Nick in prison feels like such a different person. He's so angry and almost seems aggressive, a far cry from the Nick we know.

Big episode for Drew Crew bonding. I love it.

Overall, a very character-driven episode. One that really propels the plot but isn't the most exciting?

Bonus points for Ace's little slicker and the first Fanson physical contact!

#Nancy Drew #Nancy Drew CW #ndcw #TIP watches ND

[bi-bard]

A Normal Life - Tenth Doctor Imagine (Doctor Who)

Title: A Normal Life

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 5,371 words

Warning(s): canonical violence

Summary: (Season 3, Episode 8 & 9) When a family of hunters attempt to chase the TARDIS through time and space, the Doctor and (Y/n) have to throw themselves into a life that was never meant for them.

Author's Note: This is one of my favorite episodes ever.

Also, it gives me a lot of room to take liberties with the plot, so thank goodness for that because studying these episodes is sometimes exhausting.

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If you were to ask me how long I had been in Farringham, I wouldn't have a real answer for you.

I would simply say something along the lines of "My family has been as long as I could remember," or "Who could keep track of that for so long?"

I didn't think much of it. It was what I had always said. What I had always thought.

I had been working at my family's bookstore since I was young. What had started as me carrying piles of books wherever I was told turned into me running the shop with a few people to help me. Mainly Arthur.

"Jo!"

I stepped out from the back of the shop when I heard Arthur call my name.

"She asked to see you," he explained quickly as he walked by.

I looked toward the shelves. "Martha!"

"Hi," she greeted.

"Here to pick up Mr. Smith's usual order, yeah," I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded as she made it to the counter.

"Will there be a day when he doesn't send you to grab his order," I placed the small bundle of books on the counter. "I would like to meet the man that has become one of my regulars."

"Maybe one day," she shrugged. "I'm sure it'll feel like you've known him forever."

"Probably," I chuckled. "I do know what books he likes."

She grinned and slid the payment over the counter. For just a moment, I saw this sad look in her eye. I chose not to question it as I took care of the money that she gave me.

"Have a good day, Martha," I said. "I hope the boys at that school of yours aren't too much."

"I've faced worse," she promised as she grabbed the books.

"And that breaks my heart more than anything."

She just grinned and waved before walking out of the shop.

Arthur walked out with another bunch of books. "Where do these go?"

"I told you to let me handle those."

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it," he said. "Now, where do these go?"

I pointed over to a shelf on the far side of the shop.

Most days were like this. Calm and normal. Nothing of note. It was just Arthur and I taking care of the shop. Filling orders, helping people find books. It was usually boys from the school when they had an assignment. They had very quickly learned that I wouldn't put up with any inappropriate behavior.

"You scare those boys more than you scare me," Arthur had commented once.

"Aw, cheers, Arthur," I replied sarcastically.

He seemed to panic. "Not that you're scary. You're just very good at putting your foot down. I didn't mean to insult you-"

"It's fine, Arthur," I chuckled as I touched his arm. "It's alright."

He nodded. "Right, right. Good."

I shook my head.

And so, our pattern continued. Calm and content.

Besides the meteorite, of course. But that was less strange and more just lovely.

The only thing that I could note that gave me pause was one of the boys from the school coming in. He handed me a book and paid. He just didn't make any conversation. He just stared at me with an odd smile before sniffing aggressively and leaving.

"Okay," I mumbled to myself.

"Those schoolboys," Arthur said, leaning against the counter. "He was probably drunk."

"Do you shop for books when you're drunk?"

"Do I think I can do normal things without anyone finding out that I'm drunk," he replied. "Absolutely."

I scoffed at him. "You are unbelievable sometimes."

He just shrugged at me. I turned back to our register, going through notes and checking some math.

"Where'd you get that watch," Arthur asked after a while.

I hummed and looked at him. He pointed at something at the counter. I looked down at the watch that was resting on my journal.

I picked it up, running my thumb along the design gently.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I've had it for as long as I can remember. Just always been there."

"What's the front mean?"

"Just some pretty art."

Arthur nodded. "I... Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I replied.

"There's this dance tonight," he said. "It's just a silly little event, but I was wondering if you wanted to go? With me?"

I was at a loss for words for a few moments. "Would that be appropriate? An employee and their employer?"

"I see nothing wrong with two friends going to an event together."

I smiled. "Alright. Sure. That sounds nice."

He let out a relieved sigh. "You would not believe how worried I was about that."

I chuckled.

"I... I can meet you here after you have some time to get ready?"

I nodded. "That sounds great."

"Alright, good."

That night, after taking some time to clean up after work, I walked to the front door of the shop to see Arthur standing there with a smile on his face. He was in a nice suit and was shifting his weight on his feet. He seemed nervous.

"You look great," he said.

"So do you," I replied. "Ready to go?"

He nodded, motioning in one direction with his hand. I chuckled and started walking with him.

"You know... I've worked with you for a while now," he said. "It's a family business, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Are your parents still with us," he asked.

"Oh, yes, they just retired and moved to have their own little perfect life," I grinned to myself. "They trust me."

"Where'd they move," he continued. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Gallifrey."

"Where's that? Ireland?"

I paused. It was like I suddenly didn't know. "Yeah. Yeah, it must be. Sorry, guess it's been a longer day than I knew."

"Hopefully, this dance will be less stressful."

"Hopefully."

We were just approaching the door as I spoke.

"Spare a penny for the veterans of Crimea," the man at the door asked.

Arthur responded before I could, dropping a penny into the man's hand.

I smiled as we made our way inside. It was the middle of a waltz.

"I should've gotten ready faster," I mumbled. "I've made us miss the first dance."

"We have the whole night," Arthur promised.

The two of us stood off to the side as we watched the dance continue. I must've stood in the way of the drinks because a man walked over, muttering a quick 'excuse me' to me.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly, stepping to the side.

"It's quite alright," the man replied. He held out a hand to me. "John."

"Jo," I smiled, shaking his hand. "You're not John Smith, are you?"

"I am," he nodded.

"I work in the bookshop in the village," I explained. "I... I own it, actually."

"Really? It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name I've been seeing so often," I chuckled. I motioned to Arthur. "This is Arthur. He works with me in the shop."

"Pleasure to meet you," John said, shaking Arthur's hand. "I should introduce you both to my date tonight. Joan. She's just... oh, no."

I followed the man's line of sight to see Martha sitting at the table with another woman.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Martha has been acting out lately."

"Really? She... She doesn't seem like the type."

He just shrugged at me.

I followed him over to the table. Arthur was only a few steps behind me.

"Oh, now, Martha, this is getting out of hand," John said as he made it over to her. "I must insist that you leave."

She held up a silver tube was a blue top. "Do you know what this is?"

John looked down at the device with something close to a scowl on his face.

"Name it. Go on, name it," she pushed. When he didn't speak, she turned to me. "What about you then?"

I shook my head, eyebrows furrowing at her.

John reached out for it. He turned it over a few times in his hand. I felt some odd sense of familiarity. Like I had seen it before.

"You aren't John Smith," Martha explained, looking back and forth between the two of us. "And you're not Jo. You're called the Doctor. You're called (Y/n). Those people in your journal. They're real. The Doctor is you, and this is (Y/n)."

I looked over at John. Something seemed to be clicking in his mind.

It'll feel like you've known him forever.

Those were Martha's words when I asked about him. Maybe I did. That was the trick. In some other life.

Before either one of us could speak, there were yells from the other side of the room.

"You will be silent!"

A man stormed in, a gun resting in his hand.

"All of you!"

A woman and the boy who had walked into my shop one day walked into the room, followed by a collection of scarecrows.

"Mr. Clark, what is going on," a man asked.

Mr. Clark- the first man to storm in- fired his gun, turning the man to dust.

"Hey!"

I grabbed Arthur's arm as he spoke. He shook my hand off of his arm as he stepped forward. The three people stared at him.

"I don't know what kind of joke you're attempting to play, but there is no reason to ruin these people's evening. Now, you need to leave-"

I jumped back as Mr. Clark shot at him. Arthur turned into ash right in front of me. I tried to step toward where he had been standing when John grabbed my arm. I looked at him, he had turned to look at me at the same time. He quickly let go of me. He seemed confused about why he did it.

"Everything I told you both, just forget it," Martha said. "Don't say anything."

"We asked for silence," the schoolboy snapped. "We only have questions for Mr. Smith and his friend, Jo."

"No, better than that," a little girl walked over to him. "They're the Time Lords. I heard them talking."

"You've taken human form," the boy laughed to himself.

"Of course, we're human," John spoke up for both of us. "We were born human, as were you, Baines. And Jenny. And you, Mr. Clark. What is going on? This is madness!"

"Ooh, and human brain too," Baines taunted. "Simple, thick, and dull."

"They are no good to us like this," Jenny looked at him.

"We need a Time Lord."

"Do you not understand that none of us know what that is," I asked, stepping forward.

"Oh, but you do," Baines replied. He stepped forward too and lifted his arm. I was suddenly looking down the barrel of a gun. "Change back."

"What?"

"Change back!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

I looked over as Jenny grabbed onto Martha.

"She's your friend, isn't she," she asked. I stepped back toward John. Another instinct that I couldn't explain. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

"Stop it," John stepped forward. "We don't know what you want-"

"Wait a minute," Jenny stopped him. "The maid told me about Smith and the matron."

Mr. Clark stormed over and grabbed Joan, holding the gun to her.

"Have you both enjoyed it," Baines asked. "Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things? Are you better, richer, wiser? Playtime's over now. Change back... or they both die."

There was only a moment of silence and tension before something caught their attention. It gave Martha enough time to grab Jenny's gun and get behind her. Martha pointed the gun at Baines.

"Alright," she snapped. "One more move and I shoot."

"Oh, the maid is full of fire!"

"And you can shut up!"

"Be careful son of mine," Mr. Clark said. "She's all for you so you can live forever."

"Shoot you down," Baines aimed at her.

"Try it," Martha snapped. "We'll die together."

"Would you really pull the trigger? You look too scared."

"Scared and holding a gun. It's a good combination. Wanna risk it?"

Baines lowered his gun, leading Mr. Clark to do the same thing. Joan came back over to us.

"You two, get everyone out," Martha instructed. "There's a door at the side. It's over there."

I just nodded. "Everyone! Let's go! Out!"

I heard someone walk up behind me. It was Joan.

"Don't argue, Mr. Jackson," she explained. "They're mad, that's all we need to know."

"Get out and go home. Get somewhere safe! Outside! All of you!"

"And you all," Martha shouted as the last few people shuffled out. "Go on, just shift."

"What about you," John asked.

"Mr. Smith, I think you should escort your lady friend to safety, don't you?"

After only a moment of hesitation, John ran out of the room with Joan.

"We're not just going to leave you," I snapped.

"(Y/n), please just leave," she begged. "You've already lost someone tonight."

I paused for another moment before running out behind the pair. They were standing outside still.

"We need to help her," I said. "She obviously cares a great deal about us. I am not just leaving her."

"Don't just stand there, move," I turned around as Martha ran out yelling. "God, you're rubbish as humans. Come on!"

"My shop," I muttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, but that's everything I have."

"No, (Y/n)-"

"That's not my name," I snapped before taking off.

I made it to the shop in what should've been record time. I locked the door and ran behind the counter.

I quickly stashed some belongings in a bag, ready to run for the hills if completely necessary. Some money, some books and photos, the watch. The damn watch.

I ducked under the counter when I heard a window in the front shatter.

"Where are you," I heard Jenny call out. "You can't hide forever. Not a very good way to live up to your namesake... Savior."

What a ridiculous name. Who would want to be called that? It would just be an absolutely stupid amount of pressure. No one deserved that.

I looked at the door to the back as some books were thrown from their shelves. The back door. For deliveries.

I crawled to the door, standing up to sprint once I knew that I was around the corner. I slammed through the door, relieved to not see any more of those scarecrow creatures.

I ran into the trees, trying to keep moving while staying hidden. Wasn't the easiest thing in the world.

I let out a breath when I spotted an empty house. No lights and it was tucked away in the middle of nowhere. I looked around the dark house. It was quiet. And safe. For now, at least.

I walked to the kitchen. I placed my bag on the family's table.

It felt like everything suddenly hit me.

That night had been hell.

I lost Arthur, I was told my entire life was a lie, and I was being hunted. It all was crumbling away too fast. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair.

I placed my hand over my mouth as my other hand leaned against the table. I tried to keep from sobbing loudly.

Why couldn't I have this life? Why couldn't I just be happy in this little quiet life? Why did I have to be the lie? Why couldn't (Y/n) be the lie? Why couldn't the Savior be that little story?

I jumped when I heard a door open. I panicked, grabbing a pan from the stove and stepping out. I let out a yell when I saw it was Martha, John, and Joan.

"(Y/n)," Martha said before pulling me into a hug. I stood frozen. "I thought you were dead."

"I... They attacked my shop. I had to run. I found this place while I was trying to hide."

John walked over to a chair and sat down. He looked so... disconnected.

"You haven't accepted it either," I said. He looked at me. "I... I'm still having trouble with the idea of... well, not being me."

He just took a deep breath.

"We have to go to them," he said. "Before anyone else dies."

"You can't," Joan shook her head.

"He's right," I shrugged.

"Martha, there must be something we can do," she looked to Martha.

"Not without the watches."

"You're this Doctor's companion, can't you help," John snapped. "What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?"

"Don't be an ass," I snapped back at him. "Martha just saved our lives. You don't get to belittle her just because she can't singlehandedly stop some kind of invasion!"

"Because they're lonely," Martha spoke up.

"And that's what you want us to become," the Doctor asked. My jaw clenched.

There was a knock on the door. Martha walked over slowly, pulling the door open. Another boy from the school walked in a moment later.

Martha held her hand out, showing a watch sitting in her palm. One that was almost identical to mine. I stood up and went over to my bag.

"Hold it," she told John.

"I won't."

"Please, just hold it," she begged.

"It told me to find you," the boy explained. "It wants to be held."

I picked up my watch, freezing for a moment. I could hear something. A whisper. Too quiet to make sense of it, but loud enough to know it was there.

"I didn't know you had one too," I said, walking over with my eyes still trained on the watch. "I... I've just always had it."

"Oh my God," Martha muttered as she looked at me.

"Something's whispering to me," I mumbled. "They sound scared."

"You... you were."

"What?"

"Just before you changed," she continued. "You were terrified. The Doctor had you go first because he knew how to use the machine and you didn't. He... He tried to calm you down, but I don't think he believed that it worked. He apologized the whole time."

"Why didn't you return Mr. Smith's watch before," Joan asked the boy.

"Because it was waiting," he explained. "And then, because I was scared. Of the Doctor."

"Why?"

"Because I've seen him."

I looked down at my watch again. My thumb traced the marks on the front. The Doctor. The Doctor was everything to them. They didn't want to go on without him, but if it meant his happiness, they were okay with that.

"And he's wonderful."

I hadn't noticed that I had zoned out.

There was an explosion outside a few moments later.

"They're destroying the village," Joan muttered, staring out the window.

John grabbed the watch from Martha.

"Can you hear it," the boy muttered.

John was staring at it like he was scared. "Like he's asleep. Waiting to waken."

"Why did he speak to me," the boy asked.

"Oh, low-level telepathic field, you were born with it," I muttered out. My eyes went wide. That was the watch. It was nice though. It felt right.

"Just an extra synaptic engram, causing-"

John cut himself off.

"Is that how he talks?"

"That's him," Martha said before looking at me. "And that was (Y/n). They sometimes do that. Bounce off each other like they're sharing a mind. Just open the watches, and they're back."

We all jumped at another explosion.

"Why," I asked. "Why do they do that?"

"Is it not obvious," she replied.

"They love each other, don't they?"

We all looked at Joan.

"Don't they?"

Martha nodded.

"You knew this all along and watched while Miss Redfern and I-"

"I didn't know how to stop you," she cut John off. "You gave me this list of things to watch out for, but that wasn't included."

"Falling in love didn't even occur to him?"

"Falling in love with someone else didn't occur to him!"

It made my stomach churn. The idea of actually being in love with someone. It was just different. Strange.

"It was always going to end," Martha explained. "The Family has a limited lifespan. That's why they need to consume a Time Lord. If they don't, then in three months, they die."

"So, you were going to execute me," John asked. "And Jo?"

"People are dying! They need them! I've only just met these people, but I still trust them with my life."

Martha looked at me. "You told me that you hated him at first. Despised him. But then, you found yourself falling for him and you said that it scared you so much you considered leaving."

She turned back to John. "You only told me because I pointed out that you were jealous of some guy. You would be happy to sacrifice the universe to save them."

I bit my lip.

"You two are blind idiots that don't realize that you're looking at each other the same way. But you're meant to be together. No matter where you go or what you do, there's some part of you circling each other."

There was another explosion. Closer this time.

"We... We can give them the watches," John said. "Just the watches. They get what they want, and we get to continue as we are."

"That's selfish," I snapped. "Incredibly selfish."

"He'll never let you do it," Martha shrugged.

"If they get what they want-"

"Then it all ends in destruction," Joan finished his sentence. "They will live forever. To breed and conquer. You wrote about it."

She looked over at the rest of us.

"Would you leave us alone, please?"

I nodded, leading the boy and Martha outside to leave them alone.

I looked down at the watch as I leaned against the wall. We stood there for far too long.

"I love him," I asked quietly. She nodded. "And we're both Time Lords?"

Another nod.

"And I told you?"

"You were scared," she explained. "You were scared that you were going to lose him and you just kind of blurted it out."

I nodded slowly.

"If I loved him, then I would save him, right? Let him be happy? Even if I wasn't?"

"You don't have to," she insisted. "He'll figure this out."

"He doesn't have to."

I walked away before she could stop me.

I tried to pretend that I hadn't heard what John and Joan had been talking about. Their future. Their future that couldn't be.

The two looked over at the sound of something walking in. I held my hands up for a moment.

"Give me the watch," I said, holding my hand out to him. "I'm going to open mine and hold onto yours. Creatures focus on chasing me and you two can live your lives in peace."

"You would sacrifice yourself for a man you barely know," Joan asked.

"According to Martha, I don't barely know him," I shrugged. "And if that version of me truly loved this Doctor so much, they would do this."

"I can't let you," John stood up, walking over to me.

"You don't get to choose if I do this," I replied. "It's my life. It's my choice."

"If this Doctor loved you," he stepped forward, "he wouldn't let you risk your life so carelessly."

"John, give me the watch."

There was a pause. Just a few moments where he looked ready to fight me on this subject. But it faded. Acceptance crossed his face as he sighed and held out the watch.

As I grabbed the watch, I saw flashes of another life. I closed my eyes for a moment. It was like a headache. It was... us. Running and laughing and hugging. It was all so clear. So much time locked away from us both.

I shook my head, going to take the watch. He stopped me, pulling it back toward him.

"I can't let you do this," he muttered. "He... He would be so angry. He can't lose you."

I took a deep breath. "John-"

"He promised to keep you safe."

He held out his hand to me.

"The watch," he instructed. "Now. He... He has a plan. I can hear it. Right in my ear. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Please."

I paused.

"Please."

I took a deep breath before handing it to him.

"Joan, will you please join Martha and Tim?"

She didn't say another word. She just walked out of the room.

"I'm going to open my watch," he explained. "And put some kind of filter on it. Then, you open yours and I'll do the same."

"That's it then," I asked. "You'll just walk away from this?"

"I saw how he sees you," he said. "If I didn't let him come back, I'd never forgive myself."

I just nodded.

"Here we go," he muttered.

I closed my eyes as his watch opened. It was a matter of moments before he pressed two fingers to his forehead.

"What was that," I asked.

"Disguise," he said simply. "I'll still appear human to the family. Simple trick, really.

"Oh," I mumbled. "The Doctor... you're back then? John's gone."

"Not completely," he explained, stepping toward me. "He's still in here somewhere."

I nodded.

"Your turn," he nodded toward my watch.

I took a deep breath before pressing on the button on the top. I flinched a little at the noise before my brain seemed to adjust to it. It was all back. Every moment of it. My life.

I closed the watch as soon as I seemed to be back to normal, closing my eyes for a moment. The Doctor pressed two fingers to my forehead as I did. Good old Gallifreyan mind powers.

"There you go," he mumbled to me. "You should be safe now."

"I never thought about how weird that would feel."

He chuckled. I looked at him.

"Hi," I said through a sigh, grinning.

"Hi," he replied, smiling back at me. "I'll take care of the family. Wait here. Keep them safe."

I nodded.

The Doctor took off running.

"Come on," I said, waving at the others. Once everyone was inside and locked away. "We are going to stay here until the Doctor comes to get us. I do not care what you hear or see, stay here unless I tell you to leave. Do you understand?"

I was shocked when Martha jumped forward and hugged me.

"God, I missed you," she muttered in my ear.

"I missed you too," I replied.

We waited in that house for almost the whole night. I made everyone else try to get some rest. I could stay awake for far longer than the rest of them. I would rather be the first one facing the family if they were to find us.

Martha and I didn't start our trip back to the TARDIS until the Doctor found the house again. Joan stayed back to talk to the Doctor. The boy went back to the school.

It felt like coming home.

Walking through the TARDIS doors felt different now that I was back to normal. All that I had wanted was back to normal.

Except for the truth that I now had to properly confront.

Martha and I didn't speak until we had both changed and found our way to the console.

"How much do you remember," Martha asked as I walked in. "Of your time being human?"

"All of it," I replied. "It's just tucked away. Like an old coat put in a closet."

"And before that? Before you guys changed?"

I closed my eyes for a moment as the memory of using the chameleon arch filled my mind. Regeneration was a burst of energy. A fire burning everything in its path. This was like that fire had been forcibly contained within my body. It was far more painful.

"All of it," I muttered. "But it's fine now. We're fine."

Martha frowned for a moment.

"Hey," I walked over and grabbed her arm. "We're fine."

She just nodded. I grinned at her before stepping back.

I looked at the door. I started walking over to it.

"I'm going to wait outside for the Doctor to come back," I said, pointing toward the door.

She chuckled at me and nodded again.

"Alright," she replied in a teasing tone.

I froze for a moment, trying to find a decent comeback. "Shut up!"

She just laughed to herself as I made my way outside.

I leaned against the TARDIS for a little while, scanning the horizon for a sign of the Doctor. I felt a wave of relief when I saw him walking over.

He grinned when he saw that I was outside.

"Hey-"

I ran over and pulled him into a hug. He let out a happy laugh as he hugged me back.

"Sorry," I muttered as I stepped back. "Haven't had a chance to do that yet."

"It's fine," he shook his head before reaching forward and touching my forehead. "There you go. Back to normal. Come on."

The silence turned awkward as we walked. Everything that had been said between us was suddenly the only thing that I could think of. I paused outside the doors, looking back at him.

"Martha... Martha would've said anything to get us to come back, right," I asked.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely," he nodded. "Of course, she would."

We stood there for another moment. I took a deep breath before going to walk inside. The Doctor grabbed my arm before I could go anywhere. I looked at him.

"What-"

He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. His hands cupped the sides of my face. I was suddenly very aware of how little I had lived outside of my routine back on Gallifrey. This was all so new to me. I laid my hands on his shoulders, not knowing what else I should've actually done.

But then, through all of the confusion and not knowing was him. The Doctor. The first person to ever see me as more than some weird weapon or a destiny waiting to be fulfilled. I wasn't a thing that had been locked away in a little room, waiting for the time when I would have to be useful. To him, I was just me. With him, I was able to just be me.

And that mattered to me more than anything else.

The Doctor leaned back slowly, not moving very far away from me. He grinned at me. I felt completely lost for what to do or say. I just knew that I liked it. I liked feeling like this.

"I... I should- um- We should head inside," I managed to mutter out.

"Yeah, of course," he nodded, still smiling at me.

I walked into the TARDIS. He was stopped when someone spoke up, but he just held up his index finger, asking me to wait inside. I nodded.

I looked over at Martha, who was leaning on the console.

"So... you two were out there for a while," she noted, a small smirk on her face.

"Yeah," I nodded, feeling my face warm up and looking down.

"What is it?"

"Well... we kissed- he kissed me."

"Oh my God," I was shocked when she ran forward and hugged me. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks," I replied as I stepped back.

We couldn't talk about it much after because the Doctor walked in. I waved at him. He shook his head as he chuckled and waved back.

"So, happy couple," Martha teased. "Where to next?"

"There's actually somewhere I need to go," the Doctor said. "Somewhere important."

The two of us nodded, causing him to zoom off around the console.

We stepped outside to find ourselves on the outskirts of a funeral. A funeral for a soldier.

Oh.

I understood now. The boy at the school. The one who had found the Doctor's watch. The Doctor had come to see him.

I reached over and took the Doctor's hand. We looked at each other. He grinned at me. I grinned back.

And it all settled. Any dust, any doubts, any 'what ifs'. All of them settled around us.

For once, there was a clear path in a part of our lives.

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Author's Note: Fun fact for you, through all of the versions of this OC that I've gone through (there have been a lot), this point remained constant. This was always going to be when the Doctor and the Savior first kissed.

Oh, and during one of the earlier rewrites (before it was an x reader), when the Savior was choosing a new name, it was going to be Jo, which was a reference to Jo March from Little Women.

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One of the things that GRRM highlights in the books with respect to the leaders is their ability to come up with smart solutions to tough problems, to improvise and change tack, to take risks, to be aggressively proactive with their solutions. Whether it’s Daenerys trying to kick-start the economy of Meereen or Jon Snow dealing with shortage of resources at the Wall or Tyrion balancing the different political players in KL, these leaders are juggling options and implementing solutions.

One of the popular critiques of Lord Commander Jon Snow in ADwD is that he does not communicate and listen to the concerns of his deputies. In one of my older posts I made the argument that Jon Snow did try to lay out his reasoning in conversations with the likes of Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck, to no avail. More importantly, while Marsh and Yarwyck were talented stewards and builders, they had no alternate solutions to offer to Jon Snow. They had no solution for the shortage of men at the Wall, no solution to dead Wildlings being added to an army of the dead. At the same time, they refuse the solutions Jon offers.

“How are we to work in this? I need more builders.”

“Use the free folk,” Jon said.

Yarwyck shook his head. “More trouble than they’re worth, that lot. Sloppy, careless, lazy … some good woodworkers here and there, I’ll not deny it, but hardly a mason amongst them, and nary a smith. Strong backs, might be, but they won’t do as they are told. And us with all these ruins to turn back into forts. Can’t be done, my lord. I tell you true. It can’t be done.”

“It will be done,” said Jon, “or they will live in ruins.”

A lord needed men about him he could rely upon for honest counsel. Marsh and Yarwyck were no lickspittles, and that was to the good … but they were seldom any help either. More and more, he found he knew what they would say before he asked them. - Jon, ADwD

An example of providing solutions and counsel as an adviser is Jon Snow strategizing for Stannis Baratheon in Jon IV, ADwD.

Since Jon refuses Stannis’ offer to be Lord of Winterfell and many of the Northern houses don’t acknowledge him as the one true King, Stannis has decided to attack the Dreadfort despite Jon explaining why it will be hard to overcome the Dreadfort’s defenses. The overconfident Queensmen surrounding Stannis seem to think very little of the North and the Northmen at this point.

Stannis then mentions that he is going to use the Freefolk in the vanguard, where they will be the first to die. He also means to arm the Freefolk with weapons from the meager stock of the NW. Jon Snow wants to help the Freefolk and also help Stannis win the North because ‘Stannis fights for the Realm’. How does he change Stannis’ mind? He offers a solution.

Jon realized that his words were wasted. Stannis would take the Dreadfort or die in the attempt. The Night’s Watch takes no part, a voice said, but another replied, Stannis fights for the realm, the ironmen for thralls and plunder. “Your Grace, I know where you might find more men. Give me the wildlings, and I will gladly tell you where and how.” - Jon, ADwD

This is where the mountain clans come into the picture. Jon instructs Stannis on where to find them, how to approach them and on the diplomacy needed to get their help. Stannis is so impressed by Jon’s political acumen and knowledge that he is now ready to hear what Jon Snow would do instead of attack the Dreadfort. Jon then gives him the new target - Deepwood Motte - and the strategy to attack the Ironborn.

By the time these two are finished, Jon has secured the Freefolk for the Wall, prevented Stannis from plundering their armory and given him an alternate and more winnable path to Winterfell. He did all this by offering solutions to Stannis’ problems instead of simply objecting to his plans.

“Your mind is as deft as your blade, it would seems” - Maester Aemon

“You haggle like a crone with a codfish, Lord Snow” -  Stannis Baratheon

And this is why Jon Snow misses the counsel he used to have, the people who did offer him solutions that he follows to this day. Marsh and Yarwyck had nothing but complaints.

This was pointless, Jon thought. Pointless, fruitless, hopeless. “Thank you for your counsel, my lords.”

Satin helped them back into their cloaks. As they walked through the armory, Ghost sniffed at them, his tail upraised and bristling. My brothers. The Night’s Watch needed leaders with the wisdom of Maester Aemon, the learning of Samwell Tarly, the courage of Qhorin Halfhand, the stubborn strength of the Old Bear, the compassion of Donal Noye. What it had instead was them. - Jon, ADwD

It’s very possible that had Maester Aemon or Samwell Tarly still been there at the Wall, things would have gone differently. Fandom often talk about this or that main character becoming regent or adviser to rulers, but in the books there’s very few characters who have demonstrated the ability to advice, give solutions to a problem and argue their point convincingly. And the only Stark child so far who has the age, experience, demonstrated qualifications and capably advised someone in matters of state is Jon Snow. 

#Jon Snow #Stannis Baratheon #ADwD #asoiaf

[slasher-male-wife]

rz michael myers with a m! reader, where they were a nurse for michael and michael was just infatuated with them, so one night he breaks out to go see them as a surprise🧐

orrrr if youd like an otis request; otis x gn reader who sneaks around the property before meeting the family, acts a lot like michael where theyre quiet & atill, and disappears right before the firefly family / otia can catch them, until finally otis captures/ grabs them, and questions them

if you choose to do this, they can be fics or headcannons, whichever youd prefer :)

Ok I love the Michael idea and I think I remember seeing someone talking about this before too so I've been thinking about it for awhile. RZ Michael is probably my favorite Michael. Also I'm testing the waters with using he/it pronouns for Michael because I head cannon him as trans because like come on, he was locked in an asylum since he was like 6, he probably doesn't understand gender all to well. Anyway I had to post this because I'm so excited about it. And I may or may not make this multipul parts because I like it so much.

Warnings: Murder and stalking mentions, Michael being a little creepy but the reader is into it

For the past five months you've been working at Smiths Grove you've seen a lot of patience's but the one you've worked with the most is the Michael Myers. Since he first met you he showed some kind of interest. It was very slight. You were introduced and he made the effort to turn and look at you. The head nurse said that was very special of him to do. Then he started to do other, smaller things. The colors of his masks became the colors of the clothes you wore most often.

He would engage with you more when you tired to do things with him. Like with his mandated time outdoors he would often look at you. A few weeks later he would linger closer to the gate of the yard to be closer to you. Then steadily he grew obsessed with you in a way. He wouldn't move for any other nurses, he would be aggressive towards them in fact. But he was surprisingly gentle with you, He made you a mask of your own. He knew he couldn't put it on you but he insisted that you wear it for him. You'd tried to get him to learn sign language a few months ago and now he knows most basic words.

He says simple things to you but you know it means he very much likes you. After a lot of convincing Dr. Loomis you got some alone time outside with him. Of course you two had to stay at least six feet apart but you got to engage with him by passing a ball to each other. Michael still tired to push the six foot rule however. But a week ago Michael escaped and the police have been looking for him since. A few murders have happened since then, all of them violent and with what they believe to be a knife.

You decided to take a few days off work to clear your mind and try to keep calm. But you couldn't help but feel watched. Like someone is waiting for the right moment to get you. But this all came true one night. It's around 11 when you wake up to hear creaking coming from somewhere. You feel asleep on your couch with the TV on so you assume it must be that. You shut it off and try to go back to sleep when you hear those noises again. You sit up and look over at the doorway to the kitchen.

You get up from the couch and walk over. You turned off the lights before you feel asleep and maybe you left a window open. When you enter the kitchen you do find an open window. You shut it and turn to go upstairs when in the doorway leading to the hallway you find someone waiting for you. Just from how tall he is you know who it is.

"Michael?" You ask reaching over for the light switch by the sink. When you flick it on you do find it standing there. Waiting for you. It's wearing a blue jumpsuit, something a mechanic would wear. But it's not wearing one of the masks it made at the hospital. It’s wearing a white latex mask. The kind it wore when it killed his sister 16 years ago,"Michael what the hell are you doing here?" It doesn’t answer, “Michael I’m worried you’re going to hurt me.”

He shakes his head, “You’re not going to hurt me?” He nods, "How did you find me Michael?"

I've been watching you, be with you

He signs, "Michael that's very sweet of you," You look down at where he's standing and you find a pool of blood beneath him, "Oh Michael we need to get you cleaned up," You carefully walk past him, "Follow me to the laundry room so I can help you," Michael turns around and takes your hand, causing you to stop breifly before continuing to lead him down the hallway to the laundry room. You stop with him inside, "I need you to let go of my hand so I can help you," Michael lets go and unzips his jumpsuit, "Thank you Michael." Despite your calm demenor your heart is pounding. Your fear is outweighed by curiosity. Does he have feelings for you? Can he even feel romantic feelings?

Why are you even asking yourself this. You shouldn't be attracted to him at all. He's a dangerous man. But he didn't kill you. He's never hurt you either. Thinking back to how obsessive he grew at Smiths Grove you can see that he really must be in love with you. You're pulled out of your thoughts when Michael hands you his jumpsuit. Underneath he was still wearing his shirt and pants from the hospital.

"Thanks you Michael. I'll deal with this later. Lets clean up your mask," You take it's hand again and lead it back to the kitchen. You sit it down at your table and you fill a bowl with warm water and grab a rag. Michael looks a bit ridiculous sitting in your kitchen chair. Seeing how small the chair is and how big it is. You smile and pull up a seat in front of him, "Can I touch your mask Michael? I'm not going to take it off I just want to clean it up for you." He nods and you dip the rag in the bowl. You ring it out and start to wash off the dried and fresh blood on Michael's mask.

You're avoiding his eyes. You can feel him staring at you. But with these feelings bubbling inside of you now it's hard to look back at him. His gaze isn't the most intimidating thing about him however. You're close to average height but Michael is a foot taller than average. He's a giant and it's easy to see. You're by no means a small person but Michael makes you look like a toddler. Yet you don't seem to mind it. Something about it is charming to you. After a few more minutes you finish up cleaning him and set the rag down.

"I think it's time that I should get to bed. You're free to sleep on the couch Michael. My home is your home." You stand up to go empty the bowl when Michael grabs your wrist.

You leave me

He asks in asl, "Michael I'm not going to leave you ok? I promise I'm here to stay with you." He lets go and you go to the sink and dump out the water. You should be more afraid of having a killer in your house, but you aren't. Maybe because Michael is something special.

#michael myers #rz michael myers #rz myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[the-last-teabender]

I'm realizing a lot of people on here may not know I am a published author beyond my anime journalism. Here are some anthologies I've contributed to:

Shadows Over Avalon Vol. 2: ("The Maze Will Come to Me") For if you want aggressively hopeful eldritch horror and your favorite Arthurian knight is Perceval.

Pizza Parties & Poltergeists: ("Role with Disadvantage") For if you want weird 80s D&D-centric horror/comedy that is, again, aggressively hopeful. And silly.

Sockhops & Seances: ("Son of the Wolf") Breaking my own "X meets Y" rule, this is Nancy Drew meets Scooby Doo meets Defunctland. This one won an award. o3o9

The Perennial Ms. Wildthyme: ("Dolores Smith and the Birthday Bear") My first published short story also happened to be an Iris Wildthyme.

I have also written some novellas and novels but we can save those for another time.

#i have many more than these #but this seems like a decent start #and a lot are out of print charity anthologies

[bunnakit]

what are your top 5 movie recommendations?

EYY ok im a terrible person to ask because i absolutely do not watch movies unless forced to at gunpoint and most of them are not queer SO here's just like... my 5 fav movies i guess lmao

THE JACKET (2005) dir. John Maybury 🌸

(hey my first non-bl related gif!)

The narrative is a time slip fantasy in which a Gulf War veteran who suffered a death or near-death experience while on active service returns to the United States where he is blamed for the death of a policeman, and incarcerated in a hospital for the criminally insane. Subject to experimental treatments there, which involve him being shut inside a morgue casket while tied in a straitjacket, he eventually learns to travel through time and is able to offer help to various people.

i watched this in high school one lazy afternoon with my mom and became obsessed. i don't think it did well? or was really on anyone's radar? but Keira Knightley is fucking gorgeous in it as is Adrien Brody - both of which i had massive crushes on back then. it's definitely HEAVY and darker, obviously, and has a bit of an open ending but i eat that shit up.

"The important thing in life is to believe that while you're alive it's never too late."

PROMARE (2019) dir. Hiroyuki Imaishi 🌸

Thirty years has passed since the appearance of the Burnish, a race of flame-wielding mutant beings, who destroyed half of the world with fire. When a new group of aggressive mutants calling themselves Mad Burnish appears, the epic battle between Galo Thymos, a new member of the anti-Burnish rescue team Burning Rescue, and Lio Fotia, the leader of Mad Burnish begins.

i've watched promare an embarrassing amount of times, but hey, it's actually a little queer so there's that! the synopsis is just a drop in the hat of what the movie actually is. we love anarchist rebels and advocates for equal rights (and enemies to lovers between a smol angry rebel and a big lovable himbo.) small note - we lost Galo's english VA, Billy Kametz, last year to his battle with cancer. he played a huge role in a lot of my favorite shows and games and it really broke my heart.

DRAGONHEART (1996) dir. Rob Cohen 🌸

Sir Bowen, an English knight of "the Old Code", mentors Saxon prince Einon in his ideals to make him a better king than his father Freyne. While suppressing a peasant rebellion, rebels ambush and kill Freyne. Then a young peasant girl named Kara accidentally wounds Einon's heart. Einon's Celtic mother Aislinn has Einon taken before a dragon and asks him to save the boy's life. The dragon makes Einon promise to be a just ruler with honor and replaces Einon's wounded heart with half his own. However, Einon proves more oppressive by enslaving the former rebels that killed his father and forcing them to rebuild a Roman castle. Einon also has Kara's father, who led the insurgents, blinded. Believing the dragon's heart has corrupted Einon, Bowen swears vengeance on him and all dragons by hunting them down.

listen, i'm old okay? i watched this obsessively when i was a kid. i didn't own the VHS, i'm not really sure why? but anytime it was on tv i was glued to it. i think i eventually did record it onto a vhs.

MILK (2008) dir. Gus Van Sant 🌸

In 1972, Harvey Milk and his then-lover Scott Smith leave New York for San Francisco, with Milk determined to accomplish something meaningful in his life. Settling in the Castro District, he opens a camera shop and helps transform the area into a mecca for gays and lesbians. In 1977 he becomes the nation's first openly gay man elected to a notable public office when he wins a seat on the Board of Supervisors. The following year, Dan White kills Milk in cold blood.

i watched this just as i was coming to terms with my own queerness. i wanted to learn more about queer history and this movie came out at the exact perfect time for that. i was a freshman in high school, i'd never heard of Harvey Milk before, but my mom had and she encouraged me to watch it. it got me doing a lot more research into queer history and learning where we came from so while the movie may not be perfect, may not be wholly accurate, i thank it for that.

TITAN A.E. (2000) dir. Don Bluth & Gary Goldman 🌸

"Titan A.E." takes place in the distant future, after Earth has been obliterated by a mysterious alien race known as the Drej. Cale is a human teenager who has been given a mysterious map by his father, leading him on an unforgettable journey.

i am nothing if not an absolute slut for Don Bluth movies. that man illustrated my childhood. as i got older my mom told me about Titan A.E. and said it was a must watch for my nerdy ass. she was correct. it's not the perfect movie but it's a great look at what Don Bluth and Gary Goldman could've done if we'd considered "animation for adults" back then. we're finally getting somewhere with it now, and i like to think we have them to thank in part for that.

also fun story my husband met one of the animators for this film at a party where a lot of people were doing a lot of drugs and he gave him his card AND MY HUSBAND LOST IT

alright anon and friends i hope i haven't ruined your opinion of me with my taste in movies ~ thank you to all the gifmakers that have made gifs of these films, i'm so glad i didn't have to make one for all of them lmao.

#anon my beloved #top 5 #the jacket the movie #promare #dragonheart #milk the movie #harvey milk #titan ae #don bluth #gary goldman #gus van sant #rob cohen #hiroyuki imaishi #john maybury #bunn asks

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

I’m up to chapter 7 in “The Quarry”. It’s a lot of fun so far! I’ll do a full-length overview after I finish the game, so for now, here are my mixed reactions:

1) I only have one character dead so far; Emma. I did NOT mean to kill her, my controller literally shut down during a life-or-death choice. I couldn’t reload the game, so unfortunately, the rest of my playthrough will be Emma-less. Which, to be honest, isn’t a huge letdown since Emma was my least favorite character.

2) I’m a little disappointed in how little playtime Kaitlyn gets. Brenda Song is really good in this game, but she’s getting the least amount of screen-time for some reason.

3) I’m very mixed on Ryan. On one hand, he’s my favorite of the cast. On the other hand, Justice Smith’s acting is kinda...bad? I don’t know if it was bad direction or he was just phoning it in, but I can’t tell what emotion he’s conveying in a lot of his lines. I get that his character is laid-back and introverted, but Justice Smith’s acting feels a bit too stiff and wooden.

4) Not a huge fan of the romances. Aside from Max and Laura, I stayed away from all the main romances (Nick/Abi, Jacob/Emma, Ryan/Kaitlyn/Dylan). I don’t know, all the romances felt forced and contrived. Only Max and Laura had any real chemistry.

5) How I’m playing each character (my playstyle for choice-based games is that I play like how I imagine the characters would act, not how I would personally act in the situation):

* Jacob: I know he’s the jerk, but I feel like he’s a harmless jerk. Just a dumbass who wants to have fun and party all the time. So, I’m choosing mainly the non-aggressive options and avoiding confrontation. 

* Emma: She reminded me of Regina George, so I played her as Regina George. Mean girl options only. 

* Kaitlyn: I felt like she’s the mama bear of the group, so I’m mainly picking the responsible options. 

* Dylan: Since he’s the joker of the group, I’m mainly going with the quippy options. So lots of sarcasm, sass, and backtalk. 

* Ryan: Ryan, to me, is the logical loner, as well as the pessimist who is just done with the people around him. So I’m mainly going with the aggressive options, as well as the “boring” ones. For example, during truth or dare, I asked Kaitlyn what she wanted to be (a street performer apparently). Even Kaitlyn pointed out that the question was boring lol. So yeah, my version of Ryan is kind of an asshole to everyone.

* Nick: Nick is kind of a bland character, so I’m mainly just playing him like Jacob 2.0. He’s a teenager who just wants to have fun. 

* Abi: This is a little hard to explain, but I’m playing her like she’s Velma from Scooby-Doo. So I’m mainly picking the options where she’s sarcastic or the ones where she’s being awkward. 

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[traff1csstuff]

Im posting a LOT here rn but uhhhuhuhhhhh just ignore it

ALSO GUESS WHAT NOBODY REALLY ASKED FOR Children of the Betrayed content!!!!!!!!!! Here's factions I made for the whole world.

~The Bonfire of the Resolute.

This dangerous group of people specialize entirely in weapon and armor making. Almost every person in this faction are some of the best smiths in the entire land, living on volcanoes and infinite access to both heat and a hardened ore that’s found in said volcanoes called crenor (kr-ee-nor) which is the most durable metal found on the continent. They’re aggressive and don’t like outsiders, although if you prove to them you aren’t a threat and maybe even an ally they might help you.

Enemies - Seafarers of the Lost Age, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Dissipated Stratosphere, Sovereign of the Wasted, Celestial.

Allies - Mainland Wanderers.

~Seafarers of the Lost Age.

Owner of the seas, the Seafarers are made up of fishermen and pirates. They’re one of the main four factions along with Bonfire, Stratosphere and Mainland. This faction supplies the others with fish and other minerals and items that come from the ocean. Of course, other factions use their own boats in the ocean to try and take some themselves and, if allies with the Seafarers, they’ll let you, but their boats will always be better with thought put into even the smallest element of design of the ship, the way each and every cannon is shaped and different cannonballs.

Enemies - The Bonfire of the Resolute, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Mainland Wanderers, Sovereign of the Wasted, Celestial.

Allies: Dissipated Stratosphere.

~Dissipated Stratosphere.

This faction controls the sky, they consist mainly of monks or messengers. Everybody in this faction has wings or some way to fly, seeing as they inhabit the lowest floating island. Being so high up though, they’re connection to Celestial, the gods, is more than any other faction. That's why most are monks, the messengers send messages from the gods down to the other factions since the gods don’t come down by themselves.

Enemies - The Bonfire of the Resolute, Mainland Wanderers, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Sovereign of the Wasted.

Allies - Seafarers of the Lost age, Celestial.

~Mainland Wanderers.

The last of the main four factions, Mainland, is known for construction of all kinds. They have a mix of scholars, seeing as their faction rules most of the continent, but the design that goes into their buildings and structures are what they’re more known for. Other factions have even tried to replicate it due to how safe their walls are, but they’re too complicated and Mainland refuses to give that knowledge.

Enemies - Dissipated Stratosphere, Sovereign of the Wasted, Obscure Whispers.

Neutral - Seafarers of the Lost Age, Celestial.

Allies - The Bonfire of the Resolute.

~Obscure Whispers.

The most hated faction, enemies with everyone but nobody dares to attack them. In fact, all factions continue to send people to Obscure. This is because they rule punishment, known for their prisons and torture methods they are possibly the most feared faction. If you walk into this faction without knowing what you’re doing, there’s a high chance you won’t come out. They’ll find a reason to lock you up or give you some sort of death sentence. But, people born here who leave because they don’t want to participate in the punishment being given out are hugely hated on the continent. The only “people” who like them are the gods in Celestial.

Enemies - The Bonfire of the Resolute, Seafarers of the Lost Age, Dissipated Stratosphere, Mainland Wanderers.

Neutral - Sovereign of the Wasted.

Allies - Celestial.

~Celestial.

The gods of this world, inhabiting the highest floating island they watch from above. They are not enemies with anybody and are only allied with Stratosphere because they can communicate with the mainland. Imagine Celestial as heaven but one that, if lucky enough, you can visit temporarily. Obscure is more like hell and so, because they balance eachother out, they are allied as well. The gods know Obscure’s purpose is entirely to punish and it was not their choice.

Enemies - None

Neutral - Sovereign of the Wasted, The Bonfire of the Resolute, Seafarers of the Lost Age, Mainland Wanderers.

Allies - Dissipated Stratosphere, Obscure Whispers.

~Sovereign of the Wasted.

The neutral and probably the most friendly faction, people come to Sovereign for shelter from the many wars that happen between the main four factions, or for people who don’t want to be blacksmiths, fishermen etc. Sometimes, the main four will kick people out for not making it up to their standards so they seek refuge in Sovereign. They don’t have any enemies besides Mainland, but that's because they share the land. Mainland would never dare attack them, seeing as technically they could win but they would be looked down upon by the other factions, possibly ending all alliances and basically it’s political and social suicide.

Enemies - None. (They don’t hate Mainland, but Mainland hates them)

Neutral - Mainland Wanderers, The Bonfire of the Resolute, Seafarers of the Lost Age, Dissipated Stratosphere, Obscure Whispers, Celestial.

Allies - None.

#children of the betrayed #CotB #Furry #Book #Book i'm writing #factions #CotB factions #Nobody asked for this but I wanna share #ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS PLEASE!!!! #I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT