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otaku553 · 2 years
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Designs for fics I’ll never write part n! Kazuha and Scaramouche roleswap au, in which Kazuha, after the fall of his family, becomes disillusioned with the authority of Raiden Shogun and vows to rebuild Inazuma to be kinder and more forgiving; in which Kunikuzushi, after continuing his travels, comes to gradually fall in love with the country he vowed to destroy.
More thoughts from twitter in the read more!
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hyperfixated-homo · 2 years
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The Puppeteer
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nastiiuu · 2 years
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Prepare for trouble!!
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>fallout
>bright and funny
>fucking FALLOUT
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kuronobirthday · 8 months
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last mygo!!!!! episode was crazy. do you think Sakiko sees the rest of her bandmates as dolls and idolizes her childhood doll so much because she feels a sense of control she doesn't have in her day to day life.
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OK i still don’t think it’s a DID situation going on here with qcellbit and fcell (at least i hope it’s not) but i am thinking. maybe it’s a sleeper agent kinda thing. winter soldier type beat yk??? and if it IS then IMAGINE THE IMPLICATIONS of the federation doing this to him and having control over when he acts that way i’m going to go feral
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nerdy-valkyrie · 2 years
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This is probably gonna be a long one but I've got lots of thoughts so...
Season 1 Pix and Season 2 Pix are narrative opposites
S1!Pix is all about the future. Pixandria is, while ancient, was the most advanced empire to exist at the time. Hell, he even had visions of the future!
S2!Pix is all about the past. His empires is quite literally the past, he is a historian and archeologist, and he has the ability to see visions of the past.
My brain latched onto the idea of S1!Pix being some sort of prophet or old god as soon as a heard it and I've been trying to figure out how to fit something similar into S2!Pix, who seems to have chronic "just a guy" disease
That being said, I think I've got an idea!
What if S1!Pix and S2!Pix are both not just old gods but twin brothers. And, as is common for mythological twins, they are opposites.
S1!Pix represents the future. He is storms and copper and death.
Death may seem odd in this list, but death is not always the end of things and may instead mean the a change. And how are we told to grieve the death of a loved one if not to move forward, to look to the future.
S2!Pix represents the past. He is history and stories and preservation.
Now is were we really get into major headcannon territory!
My headcannon is the S1!Pix and S2!Pix were old minor twin gods around the time were the major gods banded together to seal away Exor with the enderdragon. Being minor gods the twins weren't part of the plan to seal away Exor and thus existed in a post-stags wold with little to no idea of what to do next.
This is where they butted heads.
S2!Pix wanted to preserve the legacy of the gods who gave their lives to seal away Exor and teach the people the history of what had happened.
S1!Pix, however, wished to move forward and not dwell on what had happened, instead wanting to go out into the people and see how the progressed.
The brothers argued before deciding to go their separate ways.
S1!Pix wandered for a while, which is where he got his wandering trader reputation, before finally settling in the dessert and founding the empire of Pixandria, always looking towards progress and the future of his empire.
S2!Pix stayed around Rivendell for a while, possibly even writing some of the books in the old library. Afterwords he also began to wander, before settling in the savanna and starting his museum dedicated to the past.
Eventually, many many years after the brother split from each other, and even many years after the great catastrophe that decimated Eastvale and the surrounding area, S1!Pix realized that he had no future left for himself in Pixandria. The empire was flourishing with little to no management from him and all the friends he had made were either dead or had moved on.
So, S1!Pix appointed a successor and left to try and find his estranged brother, who he found after several decades of searching.
The two were so very glad to see each other, having missed each other dearly. And yet, even being here with his brother, S1!Pix felt tired.
And so, with the last of his power and energy he created a small campfire with 12 chairs positioned around it. He imbued the fire with his spirit and he finally could rest.
And so, as S2!Pix said farewell to his brother, he also began to watch his brother's creation.
For, as any good storytellers know, great things tend to start around a campfire.
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andorshitdaily · 5 months
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Wandor Wednesday Wars #5 - Round Two
MARIO KART VERSUS MODE - WHO WOULD WIN?
Which character and racer pair has the best finish?
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mango0o0o0os · 6 months
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Them: Are you okay
Me: Yeah
Also me:
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bumblehee · 2 years
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💟🎀 hello wonie!
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what if the world was just you and me
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urecognized-talent · 2 years
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Don’t ship it personally, but if anyone who ends up shipping Tony and the Briefcase DOESN’T call the ship ‘9 to 5’ or something similarly clever, I am suing.
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stinkrascal · 1 year
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you guys look at this fucking shower curtain me and bf just got today
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th3-r4t-k1ng · 2 years
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So
ive hyperfixated on UnOrdinary (the webtoon) again.
and with the newest chapter and everything happening with johns ability i really hope Jane comes into play
as far as i can assume jane is johns mother, im not sure if thats 100% confirmed yet but it seems to be, and she’s being heald and potentially experimented on,
so my brain was like: if that ability erasing serum thing is made with Janes DNA what if Johns DNA cancels it out? and completely negates the effects? what if it leaves him powerless for a bit but ultimately wears off cause DNA shit?
i dunno man, i just wanted to share and shit cause it seemed cool to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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nikialexx · 2 years
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Hello have some angst :) Featuring Remus post-October 1981, The Prank, and how Remus thinks he really should have realized Sirius’ proclivity for betrayal sooner. It got a bit long, so it continues under the cut.
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In the days after Sirius’ imprisonment, while trapped in the flat they’d once shared that he loathes with every fiber of his being but can’t bring himself to leave, Remus thinks about Hogwarts.
He’d thought about Hogwarts a lot, during the war. On the very worst nights, he would close his eyes and dream about the warmth of Gryffindor tower, the sound of his friends laughing and dancing and being young and happy and safe.
Hogwarts, once, had been nothing but a distant, hopeful fantasy. A dream he was likely to never see fulfilled. Hogwarts, to him, had been the very best years of his life, and those memories, the hope of fighting for a world where his friends could once again let themselves laugh and dance and be young and happy and safe, were the only thing that got him through the war.
But then Marlene and Dorcas died. And the hope was shattered.
He’d stopped thinking about Hogwarts after that.
But now the war is over, and it is December 1981, and Remus is alone, so alone, more alone than he’s ever been in his life, and he clings, desperately, horribly, painfully, to his memories of Hogwarts, when he’d been surrounded by love and light, and the concept of loneliness was something he was never left alone long enough to fully understand.
With the exception of the months following That Night.
And once that particular memory returns to him, clawing its way to the surface from where he’s buried it and stomped it down and refused to acknowledge its existence for so long that he’s almost tricked himself into believing it never happened at all, it doesn’t leave him.
Because, oh, it had happened. And the memory of that is what finally breaks him.
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When he first receives news of Sirius betraying the Potter’s, his instinct is disbelief. No, his mind instantly rebels against the idea. No, Sirius would never do that. He would never do that. Not Sirius.
He exists in a state of shock for weeks after the news. Around him, the wizarding world celebrates the fall of the Dark Lord. Around him, the wizarding world relaxes and settles and lives. Remus remains in stasis.
He forgets a lot, in those first weeks. He wakes up and for a few seconds every time, he also lives in a world worth celebrating. In those seconds, where he’s not quite asleep but consciousness has yet to fully take him, he lives in a world where James and Lily are alive and Sirius is not in Azkaban and Peter and Marlene and Dorcas are just an Owl away. He lives for those moments.
But they don’t last very long.
As the weeks crawl by, the seconds of their existence dwindle down to nothing. Remus wakes up, instead, covered in sweat, shaking, screaming, his heart racing. The truth haunts him no matter where he turns, no matter how hard he tries to deny it, no matter how many times he repeats the words, no, not Sirius, Sirius would never do this.
But Sirius had. He had.
But how?
Why?
How?
He’s plagued by these questions for weeks, turning over every corner of his mind for answers that keep evading him, because none of it adds up, none of it makes sense, Sirius would never do this, Sirius loves his friends, Sirius would never betray his friends, Sirius would never-
Except-
Except...
It hits him hard, the realization.
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Sirius Black loves him.
Sirius loves him.
Remus repeats this to himself in the days following That Night, repeats it to himself like a mantra, imbedding the words in the deepest parts of his brain, forcing himself to remember them, to believe them, to have them cancel out everything else, because no matter what else has taken place, the one firm truth of the universe has always been that Sirius Black loves him, that Sirius Black has loved him since last summer when he kissed Remus and told him those exact words, that Sirius Black has loved him all throughout the year, loved him with every clandestine meetup in empty classrooms and broom closets and  fumbling under covers in the otherwise silent dormitory and longing stares cast at each other across the table in the great hall, and no matter what else has happened, Remus just can’t understand how that love had seemingly been wiped out, rendered meaningless, in the span of one night.
And so it’s really, really fucking hard for Remus to reconcile Sirius’ love with Sirius’ actions.
He finds himself thinking a lot about love, in the final days of Fifth Year, when That Night and the pain it brought are all still recent. He wonders what love actually is, and what it means to different people.
Remus has spent so long thinking he was undeserving of love. His mother loves him but doesn’t understand him, and his father loves him but sometimes Lyall’s hatred of what Remus is overwhelms his love for who Remus is.
Remus came to Hogwarts expecting more of the same, expecting not to be loved, expecting to exist underneath everyone's radar and never be perceived.
When it became clear that the three boys he shared a dorm with were not going to let him have that, Remus started thinking that maybe the concept of being loved was not such a terrifying thing. Maybe allowing himself to love other people was not such a terrifying thing.
So he let them in.
And one of them, he let get deeper than the others.  
Whatever Sirius has done, whatever Sirius feels towards him, Remus loves him still.
And so he repeats the words, Sirius Black loves me, Sirius Black loves me, Sirius Black loves me, until he starts to believe them again.
And he forgives him.
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Sirius Black loves James Potter.
Sirius loves Remus as well, but James Potter occupies a part of Sirius’ heart that not even Remus can touch.
Sirius Black and James Potter. James Potter and Sirius Black.
“Sirius loves James,” Remus says in the early, dark hours of a late December night in 1981. He’s not exactly sure when he took up the habit of talking to himself, but he’s been doing it a lot recently. The flat is too quiet and it’s weird. He needs the noise. And he needs to speak, otherwise he fears he’ll completely forget how to do it. He hasn’t actually spoken to another person in... how long has it been?
“He would never do something to hurt James. That- it doesn’t make any sense,” Remus says, “He loves James.”
“Love,” his own voice echoes back to him, “has never quite been enough to prevent Sirius acting in his own self interest, has it?”
The world tilts, ever so slightly, off its axis.
“That’s...” Remus fumbles, desperate, “That’s different. This is James.”
Remus recognizes the feeling curdling in his chest immediately. Pity. Even his subconscious pities him. He’s pathetic.
“It really was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?” His voice ponders with a troubling level of calm, “Selling out his boyfriend to Snape, selling out his best friend to Voldermort. Really, you should have seen it coming. You, of all people, knew what he was capable of.”
Did he?
“It’s all your fault,” his voice says, “You should have known. You should have stopped it.”
“I couldn’t have,” he croaks into the silence of the dark room, “I couldn’t have stopped it.”
It’s true. Perhaps That Night should have been some sort of revelation to him, the guiding light that led him to Sirius’ intentions of betrayal before Sirius got the chance to act on it, but it hadn’t been.
That Night has only ever shown him one thing, in the grander scheme of things.
And the awful truth of it is this: whatever Sirius does, whatever Sirius feels towards him, whatever devastating levels of cruelty Sirius Black proves himself capable of, Remus loves him still.
Remus will always love him.
“You should be in a cell in Azkaban too,” his voice says, still eerily calm, “You killed them too.”
Remus closes his eyes. Sees awful flashes of grey.
He loves him. He loves him he loves him he loves him he loves him.
He loves him.
“I know.”
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aesthetic-uni · 2 months
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It’s that time of the year again
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