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Subterfuge

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Shadowheart x Walker (OC/Tav)

Warnings: nudity but no smut

Word Count: 3700, Part 1/?

A/N: I've had this bad boy collecting dust for quite some time now. It was originally part of a longer piece but I wanted to just post this chunk. Walker is my first Tav. He's a half wood-elf Paladin. He's trans. He's everything to me. You'll also notice me provide some reasoning for always re-classing Shadowheart as a tempest cleric, lol. Anyhoo, please enjoy and lmk if ya wanna see more Shadowheart love!

Tagging @gothimp and @optiwashere in the hopes that y'all will enjoy this?? <3

Thunder rumbled through the area as heavy winds battered the walls of Shadowheart’s tent. This was the first storm they have had to weather on their journey and she was kept awake by the sounds.

She was never one to be fearful of storms, but this particular storm felt imposing. Perhaps it was made worse by being separated from the elements with only a waxed canvas tent rather than the security of a building. While storms were in the domain of other gods, she always felt that the dark clouds were sent by her Lady Shar. She tried to channel that into her magic by calling upon clouds of darkness to send her Lady’s rage in the form of thunder, lightning and ice upon her enemies.

It was in this moment of not being able to find rest when Shadowheart realized that their groups’ leader was likely still outside, unsheltered and keeping watch through the brutal storm. She sighed and mumbled out loud, “that idiot,” before wrapping a blanket around herself and peeking her head out of her tent.

She was, unfortunately, right. Walker sat on the log by where they’d normally have a fire burning, but instead he was staring at a steaming pile of coal while wrapped in a drenched wool blanket. She could see that he was shivering though he would likely never admit it.

She called out to him, “You donkey! Get inside!”

He whipped around and faced her, teeth chattering and curly hair dripping wet, “I can’t! I’m keeping watch!”

“We will survive one night without your vigilance, if you don’t come inside you’ll get sick at the very least and we can’t have that, or worse. Come on!”

He stared at her indignantly.

“Come here.” She demanded.

Walker faced an internal battle between keeping watch as was his duty, and following orders like the good soldier he was. He eventually decided on the latter, “Fine. I see no reason to argue with you.” He began to stand up.

“Good. That will serve you well in the future.” Shadowheart held the tent flaps open for him when he approached and then closed the tent back up tightly once he was inside. He had to duck slightly to fit his taller frame comfortably in the space of the tent.

Up close, Shadowheart could clearly see the bluish tint to his lips and that he had been soaked through all of his clothing.

“Strip.” She instructed simply.

“What?” A flush appeared on his cheeks as he gave her a surprised expression.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s not like that you fool, you can’t sleep in sopping wet clothes. Come on now.” She began to push the blanket off of his shoulders and let it fall in a wet heap to the floor.

He nodded while shivering and began to shyly lift his shirt off.

Shadowheart had meant what she said of course, she had no intention of exploring sensuality with him in this moment, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t indulge in a few glances at his body while he undressed in front of her.

Her eyes followed the bottom hem of his shirt as he lifted it and exposed his abdomen. He was incredibly toned and honestly, too attractive for his own good. And, she wasn’t ignorant to how his endless humility only made him more desirable.

His shirt came off and he added it to the blanket in a wet pile.

Shadowheart cast a simple cantrip, producing a wisp of flame in the palm of her hand in an effort to warm the air in the tent.

Walker undid the laces of his trousers and pulled them down, letting the wet fabric pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. He then bent down and gathered all of his wet garments in his arms and put them somewhere out of the way. He let out a sigh as he started to warm up.

Shadowheart doused the flame in her hand and then moved tentatively to place her hand on his upper arm. He shuddered at the warmth that her palm retained from the spell and at the touch she gave him.

Walker's eyes fell closed as he unconsciously leaned a little closer to her, “You’re so… warm…” he mumbled.

“Come here, then.”

Shadowheart reached for him more definitively now, pulling him fully into an embrace. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper as she held him close and he tucked his face into the crook of her neck.

His skin was freezing. She considered her next words carefully, trying to strike a balance between genuine concern for his safety and a little bit of interest, “You know,” she offered, “hypothermia is best avoided by skin-to-skin contact.”

Walker did not respond for a few seconds as his mind raced to understand this enigma of a woman. Then he just sputtered, “I… I…”

“Calm yourself. It’s only an offer. Would you like to take me up on it?”

All Walker could do was nod sheepishly.

Shadowheart smirked but hid it from him. She let go of him and then began to undress herself as well. She sloughed her leather top off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She relished in the feeling of having Walker’s eyes so obviously on her exposed torso.

She gave him a sly smile and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and underwear and slid them down her legs before kicking everything aside. She watched as Walker’s gaze followed her movements.

“Like what you see, paladin?”

Her words startled him and he looked back up to her eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You can say so,” she continued, “I don’t mind.”

He nodded, “You’re… gorgeous.”

She stepped forward and placed her hand on his abs, sliding her fingers down over his muscles, following the trail of hair that graced the center of his taut stomach. He gasped and shuddered as her delicate fingers danced over a hip bone and teased as the very edge of his briefs.

“You’re sweet… and not so bad to look at, yourself.”

“Shadowheart…” he breathed, “Wha-… what is this?”

She looked up at him, “Whatever you want it to be, Walker.”

She watched the shy, nervousness leave him in an instant and the sweet thing standing before her was suddenly the confident man she had come to know in battle.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

She smiled and nodded in response. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body close to his and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn’t the soft and chaste kiss they had already shared, but it wasn’t hard either. It communicated a deeper want without being overpowering.

Gods how she loved when he acted on the things that he really wanted.

The paladin had done nothing but surprise her since they first met. When he saved her life on the Mindflayer nautiloid she expected that he was good. She wasn’t wrong about that at all. He was, first and foremost, a good man. Sometimes to an irritating degree. He had insisted that they help the Tiefling refugees in the grove. Insisted that they involve themselves in the local hags’ business to rescue that girl, Mayrina. Insisted on rescuing Volo from a fate he simply brought onto himself. Insisted on talking with every animal they came across. And yet, she couldn’t complain because his focus on their larger goal of finding a solution to their tadpole problem never wavered.

As a result of his good-nature, she expected him to, at the least, be wary of her faith in Shar once he knew the truth, and at worst, outright condemn her for it. But his reaction was neither. Where some of the other companions looked at her with doubt, he only expressed kindness and genuine curiosity. He asked her questions and graciously allowed her to correct any misunderstandings he had. He never pried. He never judged. He never insulted. It became easy to trust him after that, which surprised her.

He surprised her in a myriad of ways as they dove into the goblin encampment. He understood her discomfort with being in a temple to Selune despite the fact that untold years had passed since actual worship of the Moonwitch took place there. She watched as the man got down on his knees and groveled to a filthy goblin just so that he could deftly sneak a lightly magical ring off of the creatures’ toe by kissing it. She watched as he stripped his armor off and submitted to a religious beating from a priest of Loviatar for truly, no good reason. There was a moment when she wondered if he only did it because he thought she might enjoy the spectacle, but she dropped that foolish notion from her mind quickly, surely he wouldn’t.

She used the tadpole connection to share a memory with him. Her only memory. The one thing she had left, wherein she was nothing more than a scared and vulnerable little girl. She didn’t know why exactly she shared it with him, she just felt… compelled somehow. She knew that he would be kind and honestly, she just felt like she needed that. When the playback of the memory ended, he took her hand in his and gave her a reassuring squeeze and thanked her for sharing, while giving her that sweet smile and an unspoken but nonetheless understood, “I’ve got you.”

It was then that Shadowheart knew it would be hard, impossible even, to escape her attraction to him.

But even with all of that, she expected him to fall for someone like Karlach or Wyll. Someone kind and soft, like him. But he surprised her in that regard, too. He had shared a bottle of wine with her one night and he kissed her for the first time. He kissed her. She was as shocked as she was elated, but she expected him to regret it the following morning. He didn’t. He just looked at her with those puppy dog eyes of his and said that he wanted more with her in the future. And who was she to deny such a kind request from their heroic leader?

Sometime in between then and now, the most shocking thing of all occurred. The paladin broke his oath. Shadowheart didn’t catch when or how it happened, but one morning he awoke as an Oathbreaker and although she had a million questions for him, they hadn’t talked about it. He hadn’t changed, really. He was still the same, good man. Still a beacon of light and hope. Still respectful of life and nature, just a little… off. He offered a little less healing and a little more violence. He had something darker at his disposal, but he was still him. If he had simply made a mistake along the way in all of the chaos they were up against, she wondered why he wouldn’t just atone and immediately retake his oath. If something deeper had genuinely changed for him, like no longer aligning with the ideals of his oath, she expected to see evidence of that, but she never did. Regardless, she didn’t feel like it was her place to ask and she felt that he would tell her if he wanted to. Not knowing gnawed at her all the same, though.

But now, here she was, naked in her tent, kissing this beautiful and confusing man, wondering why this attraction she felt was all-consuming and hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t change his mind about her.

His hands moved upwards to hold her face. He kissed her more and more and she felt herself melting in his grasp. The storm outside and his touch clouded her senses such that any thoughts and anxieties left her behind. She could only feel his impossibly soft lips and his gentle, yet battle-hardened hands. She could only feel his pulse throbbing in his neck and his shiver as she traced the contours of his chest with her index finger. She could only feel him pull her closer and bury his fingers into her hair.

He surprised her again as he effortlessly picked her up and then laid her down on the bedroll, hovering over top of her as he continued to kiss her lips. She would have given herself freely to him that night but he never took more. He only pressed his lips to hers in an incomprehensible number of sweet, adoring and reverent kisses, until he finally opened his eyes again and stared at her for a minute while catching his breath.

“That… you’re incredible…” he said.

She smiled, “Are you feeling warmer, now?”

He chuckled and nodded, “Yes, very. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

His cheeks flushed. He was back to being awkward and not knowing what to do next. She decided to save him from himself and said, “Come here, silly,” offering her arms out.

He nodded and laid down and embraced her strongly. They got comfortable beneath the blankets and snuggled. Shadowheart naturally found herself resting her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Her heart just about burst when he placed a tender kiss on her forehead as he drifted off to sleep. This night was sweet and intimate and unlike anything she ever dreamed of experiencing in her life.

She almost missed it. A poorly timed rumble of thunder outside obscured part of his sleepy, mumbled confession. But once she processed the words he had uttered, she felt a vice grip her heart.

“I love you.” He had said. Quiet, half-asleep, whispered against her head.

Shadowheart’s mind raced. It was so soon. Too soon. Less than two tendays of even knowing each other. He barely knew anything about her, how could he so easily say such a thing?

She didn’t have to respond. He wouldn’t expect a response. It would be easy to pretend that she hadn’t heard him at all. The words can disappear into the night, no harm no foul.

Her attraction to him was clear. She even felt affection, care, for him. She liked how good he was. She liked his kindness. His strength. But love? Did she love him?

A crack of lightning lit the sky and the wound on her hand flared with searing pain. Shar. There she was. Using pain instead of words to make her point clear. Shadowheart tried her best to understand. She really did. That could not be denied. The proper conclusion was that the physical pain she felt now was a reminder of the emotional pain she’d feel later if she fostered this attachment any further. Exchanged glances were fine. Kisses in the night were fine. Even sex would be fine so long as it was meaningless. But anything more? Dangerous. Undoubtedly.

Shadowheart stared at the ceiling of her tent and tried not to stir so that she wouldn’t wake him. She needed him. He kept her safe. He would help her complete her mission. He was the only true ally she had. The only one she trusted. So she couldn’t just walk away. But she didn’t want to lose this either. She didn’t want to break his heart by saying, “I think we’ve gotten too close, let’s just keep focus on the mission.” That would be a betrayal to herself, a lie.

The wound seared again. She bit her lip hard to stifle the cry of pain that threatened to escape. If he knew how she was hurting over him, he would feel so guilty.

She could make this work, she thought. Subterfuge. Stealth. Stolen affections with this man wouldn’t hurt. Her mind would soon be occupied by learning more about the Dark Justiciar presence in this area, anyways. Lady Shar could indulge Shadowheart having someone to share a tent with for companionship when the rest of her, almost all of her, was so devoted to serving the Dark Lady. It would work. It would be okay.

She made a silent vow then, that if she was ever capable of giving and receiving love, it would be with him. She would never let him go, no matter how badly it hurt. The pain she could take, but though she was loath to admit it, she didn’t know that she would ever be able to bear the loss of him. Not after knowing what having him felt like.

Shadowheart finally let her eyes close as she snuggled in closer to Walker. With a few deep breaths, the pain was put away in a box somewhere in the back of her mind where she could ignore it. His scent. His heartbeat. His soft skin. All of that felt so, so much stronger than the pain.

She woke to soft kisses peppering her cheeks. For a minute, she just relished in it while pretending to still be asleep so that he wouldn’t stop so soon, but then his lips drifted closer to her ear and started to kiss along the edge of it and it tickled and felt amazing and over stimulating and she couldn’t help but squirm and giggle and she gasped, “Careful! Sensitive ears!”

He just smiled and whispered to her, “I know…”

She rolled over and cuddled into him and he started to massage her neck and back without her even asking for it and she immediately melted. She let out a long sigh and said, “Lady of Sorrows guide me… gods… what did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing at all, love. You shall not need to do anything to deserve my affections.”

There was that word again. Now a pet name. The closeness. The tenderness. The love. It was all getting dangerously close to being too much for her to handle. She wanted it… gods she wanted it… but the doubt was in whether she really could get away with having it.

“Walker…” she began.

“Yes?” His morning voice was like the finest wine she could imagine. It was deep and rich. She wanted to drown in that voice. It was far too easy for him to knock her legs out from under her. That’s why it was so risky, she realized. If he ever came all the way between her and Shar…

No. She couldn’t think like that. Not now.

“Nothing. Nevermind. Just… keep touching me like that.”

Their morning in the tent somehow simultaneously felt like it lasted multiple, blissful years, and less than a second.

The shape of a one-horned Tiefling materialized outside and called out, “Hey Shads, the suns up already! Dontcha gotta commune or whatever? Also, we don’t know where Walker is, have you seen him?”

Walker was about to announce his presence when Shadowheart quickly put a finger over his lips to shush him and said, “I’ll be right out, Karlach. And, I’m sure he’s around, probably took cover somewhere nearby from the storm last night.”

Walker turned and looked at her with a confused expression as Karlach's sliouette shrugged and walked away.

“I’m not ashamed,” Shadowheart whispered, “I just don’t want the whole camp to get the wrong idea about the time we’re spending together. Is that okay?”

Walker nodded and whispered back, “Okay.”

“Also, they’re all idiots if they haven’t noticed your pile of clothes outside the tent yet. But, if they have noticed and they’re just teasing, I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.”

He nodded again. She didn’t know if she was making sense to him, but she appreciated that he went along with it nonetheless. She didn’t know if she was making much sense to herself, either. She just knew that she wasn’t ready to face the reactions of everyone else to their… coupling? Their courtship? She didn’t even know what to call it. But she felt that the more people who knew, the realer it became, and the more likely it would be that she’d have to put an end to it lest her Lady deem it to be too much of a distraction. For now, this was just for them and the four walls of her tent. She prayed that Walker could sense that without her needing to say it.

Walker kissed her softly one last time and then slipped out of the tent easily enough. Everyone was gathered around the campfire enjoying breakfast so they didn’t notice him quietly get new clothes from the storage chest then dart into the treeline to get redressed before making a big show of coming back to the camp, acting like he had slept in the woods.

Shadowheart had begun her morning prayers by then but she couldn’t help opening one eye slightly when she heard his voice again as he joined the others by the fire. She giggled to herself at his performance and watched as he fixed two plates of food.

When he stood up and began to walk back to her, she sealed both eyes shut again while he quietly set the second plate of food down on the stool next to her. This had become part of his routine every day. She prayed, and he brought her breakfast while the food was still hot, even going to lengths to cover the plate with a silver lid that he found somewhere along the road.

This time though, he added something new to the procedure. He stood in front of her and leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her head, before walking away.

She almost cried. She could have.

But she bit down on her lip and batted away the pain in her hand and continued her prayers.

Blessed Nightsinger, witness our adoration.

He had kissed her like she was something to be adored.

See how we serve you, only you.

He was so gentle…

We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods.

I don’t love him. I don’t love him.

We have vanquished your foes.

He could light the darkest night… erase every shadow…

In darkness, we see your truth. Embrace us, your loyal warriors.

Please, Lady of Sorrows… please… embrace me… I have only ever served you…

Cloak us in your shadow. Guide us to your victory.

Just don’t make me choose…

Shar's will shall be done. As sure as night will fall.

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coconurt · 9 months

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Rottmnt Cassandra Writing Ref

So this is basically just a compendium of all of Cass's lines slapped into one place for me and @owlfacenightkit to use for reference cuz she's hard af to write lol

Quotes under the cut:

Hot Soup: The Game

Lieutenant: You have shown great skill as a new recruit of the Foot Clan. Your final test is a mission you must complete entirely on your own.

Cassandra: Excellent. What enemy of our clan am I to CRUSH BETWEEN MY FISTS?

Brute: No crushing. You are here to retrieve a mysterious artifact that was said to be in the possession of action film star Lou Jitsu.

Lieutenant: He was the best!

Brute: Oh yeah! Jitsu For Justice, that’s my favorite. It’s the movie that got me interested in crime.

Lieutenant: Ooh and Punch Chowder, he defeats an entire organized crime mob using clam shells as his only weapons.

Both: Hop soup!

Cassandra: Hai, Senseis. I will study these important motion pictures.

Brute: Anyhoo, you are to enter the auction house and retrieve any Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Cassandra: I will tear this place asunder until I find every Lou Jitsu item within its walls!

Lieutenant: Okay okay okay. Love the intensity, but let’s just go stealth. No muss, no fuss.

Cassandra: Foot CLAN!

Lieutenant: Somebody had her coffee.

…

Cassandra: Who are you? What are you doing here?

Mikey: I’m a customer, here to pick up my Lou Jitsu video game.

Cassandra: Lou... Jitsu?

Mikey: Are you narrowing your eyes because you like Lou Jitsu?

Cassandra: LOU JITSUU...! Yes Punch Chowder is my favorite motion picture film movie.

Mikey: Okay. Well then... What the?

Cassandra: I shall return. Stay here and do nothing.

Lieutenant: Recruit, what’s wrong?

Cassandra: There’s someone here. A talking turtle. And he is asking about Lou Jitsu merchandise.

Lieutenant: Those turtles again? They must be after the artifact, too.

Brute: Oh yeah, you’re gonna need help. We’ll be right over-

Lieutenant: No. You know the rules. To pass, she must complete her mission by herself.

Cassandra: Senseis, permission to vanquish his soul to the depths of oblivion?

Brute: Yeah sure.

…

Mikey: Hey, what’s the big idea?

Cassandra: An enemy of the Foot must perish. You will not claim the artifact!

Mikey: But I have a receipt! Is this how you normally treat customers? Ow! Cause if it is I’d like to speak to your supervisor! I’m not paying for that! Hey, it’s my game. You’re getting that soup, Lou baby. Solo mission complete.

Cassandra: Lou Jitsu. The artifact... GIVE IT TO ME!

Mikey: I said I own it fair and square.

…

Mikey: Yes Raph, I’m fine. I got everything under control!

Cassandra: I have the artifact! And you won't leave until I smash your shell into powder!

…

Cassandra: You can't hit me!

…

Cassandra: Knife throw!

…

Brute: Hello you. How’s everything going?

Cassandra: It’s under control. I’LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE! You’re finished, turtle scum!

…

Cassandra: Ha! Solo mission complete.

Brute: We’re here to rescue you.

Cassandra: NO! I had it in my hands. I was literally ready to leave. What part of "by myself" don’t you understand?

…

Lieutenant: Wait a minute? That is not the artifact we seek.

Cassandra: It’s the only Lou Jitsu thing here.

Lieutenant: Well then your mission is a bust... on a technicality of course. But don’t be discouraged. The road to success is paved with miles of failure.

Cassandra: I shall prove I am worthy next time!

Operation: Normal

April: Again? Come on, Leo. Ruining my normal day and laser tag? Laser tag is sacred.

Cassandra: Beyond sacred. How could you?

...

[Brute lands on top of Cassandra]

Cassandra: I shall require medical attention...

...

Brute: The dark armor is almost complete.

Cassandra: We are one step closer to its dark power. SO DARK! So powerful...

Sparring Partner

Cassandra: A pressing development sensei!

Lieutenant: Let me guess. You want to smash and/or demolish something?

Cassandra: No! I mean okay if you insist! I have spotted one of our origami soldiers loose in the city.

Lieutenant: What was he doing out there alone?

Cassandra: Attacking! May I join him in wiping out peasants one speck at a time?

…

Cassandra: Don't make us pulverize your guts into gut bits. Give us back our origami man!

Raph: Of course he was yours, but now he seems more like a free agent, so you can just go home. Thanks though!

Cassandra: We will do nothing of the sort, you are so not reading our tone.

…

Raph: He's my new best friend, and if anyone wants to take away my buddy, they gotta come through me.

Cassandra: Touching! And in case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm!

Lieutenant: We could never let you keep him! Shred him, recruit!

Cassandra: My extreme pleasure.

How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will

Draxum: Pure insanity.

Cassandra: Yes. I can’t believe they promoted Jocelyn over me. I know her parents are big donors, but come on!

…

Draxum: What is this place? Are we here to reign waste to these pathetic humans?

Cassandra: No. We’re here to get coffee for the entire Foot Clan. And a vegan coconut scone for the boss.

Draxum: Draxum is no errand boy.

Cassandra: To become a full member of the foot, one must show commitment, and patience. I have been training since I was seven!

Draxum: Madness! Baron Draxum takes what he needs now!

Cassandra: I have been doing this all wrong.

Draxum: Indeed. Waiting is for fools.

…

Brute: We’re putting you on Strike Squad Special Force Delta.

Cassandra: I was born for Strike Squad Special Force Delta. I shall CLEAVE OUR FOES IN TWAIN!

Lieutenant: Okay okay, love the enthusiasm, but actually your assignment is....

[scene wipe]

Cassandra: Lookout support duty. We’re the lookouts for the lookouts?

Draxum: This is beneath us both.

Cassandra: You know, I was accepted to every clan I applied to.

Draxum: With my powers, I could be in charge of this clan. Surely there must be some way to take control from them.

Cassandra: Hah, unlikely. According to our laws, one can only take control of the Foot Clan by succeeding where the leaders have failed. And my senseis do not fail.

Draxum: We shall see.

…

Draxum: What’s going on there?

Cassandra: Hai. I will alert the lookouts. CAW! CAW!

Draxum: Stop that! If we want to improve our ranks, we must handle this ourselves.

The turtles: Smell it smell it smell it!

Draxum: What are they doing?

Cassandra: No doubt a cunning plan to disrupt our mission to get the dark armor?

…

Cassandra: This must be a trap. But if there’s one thing I learned from you, it’s that we get nothing from waiting! FOOT CLAN! Vermin, prepare to taste my wrath.

Cassandra: [coughs] This… was… a... trap...

Leo: No. That was all you.

Mikey: Wow. She went all in on the stink. Nice work, frenemy.

Cassandra: YAAHH!!

…

Lieutenant: Get them!

Cassandra: I will grind you into fertilizer!

Harold: The corpse flower! Protect the begonias. I’ll go save Jewel! This is what you've been training for, Harold.

Cassandra: You will never stop us from collecting the dark armor!

…

Draxum: Would you like to do the honors?

Cassandra: Kali Ma!

...

Lieutenant: So, Draxum! We have some good news about your future in this organization.

Brute: Oh yeah. Really good news.

Draxum: Silence.

Cassandra: Assistant? But I thought we were partners.

Insane in the Mama Train

Cassandra: Hey! You’re holding up the line!

April: Oh, okay!

[April catches up with the Foot and onto the train.]

Cassandra: I swear the greatest threat to this ancient mystic clan is line inefficiency. Now move... PLEASE?!

…

Cassandra: I’m going to enjoy breaking every single bone- Is there something different about you guys?

Lieutenant: Yeah. They’re even lamer than before.

Cassandra: The sickest of burns!

Lieutenant: Whatever happened to hero-villain banter?

…

Cassandra: Hey! You guys are gonna pay for this!

...

Cassandra: [fends off an attack] Not me, you idiot!

...

Cassandra: [playfully intercepts Raph and giggles] Nuh uh...

…

Lieutenant: Uh oh.

Cassandra: Where is everybody?!

Many Unhappy Returns

Cassandra: [appears out of a portal] Senseis! My fury is unbridled and ready for-

Cassandra: [gasps] You resurrected the Shredder without me?!

Always Be Brownies

Julia: Boss, I know sales are down. But you got to believe me. It’s not my fault. There’s this new super cool hairy teen in skinny jeans slinging cookies like rocks.

Cassandra: Cookies?! The peasants of desserts are beating my brownies?! THIS WILL NOT STAND!

Julia: Excellent. I shall crush our chocolate chip enemies between my fists.

Cassandra: No! Bring them to me. These fashion-forward punks are either going to work for me or they’ll NEVER GO TO WORK AT ALL!

…

Cassandra: Do not lie to me, Lou Jitsu! I know you’re here to stop my world takeover!

Splinter: World takeover?

Cassandra: YES!

Splinter: As grandma CJ?

Cassandra: Brownies are the key. You sell enough you, get to meet everyone. Fortune 500 CEO's, mayors, world leaders. Once everyone knows our brand, we’ll be able to get into any office in the world. Even the oval one.

Splinter: Sounds complicated. How long is this going to take?

Cassandra: Based on my projections and facing inflation and natural disasters of the cocoa region, it should only take… ten years?!

[She begins to cry]

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] You know, those foot clan guys, they never really treated me right, but we were doing cool stuff. You know, like trying to raise the Shredder. You do that, and you're top dog. The world is your oyster to crush. Now I’m looking at brownie projections and watching the next ten years just bake by. I’m a failure.

Splinter: Just because you failed doesn’t mean you’re a failure. You’re focusing only on the negative, not the positive.

Cassandra: What do you mean?

…

Cassandra: [blows nose] Thank you so much. You’re such a great listener.

Splinter: I feel like I did most of the talking.

Cassandra: I feel like things are gonna be different now on. From this day forward...

Splinter: You’re going to start being a good person...?

Cassandra: ...nobody will stand in my way to world domination!

Splinter: Wrong lesson! Wrong lesson!

...

Cassandra: You’ve taken out my entire Brownie clan. Impressive.

April: Let him go.

Cassandra: Make me.

Splinter: Everyone calm down. I’m sure we can all find a way to get along.

Cassandra: Enough! Talk's cheap.

April: I couldn't agree more.

Splinter: See how much you have in common?

April and Cassandra: No, we don't. She's my enemy!

Splinter: Need I say more?

April: Give me back my money and the rat.

Cassandra: How about I let him go but I keep the money.

…

Lou Jitsu: There is no one path to success, other than the one you make. If a popular punch isn’t working, approach your problem with a flaming gorilla armbar!

Cassandra: Yes! Teach me how to armbar my way to world domination!

Battle Nexus: New York

Splinter: I don't know. Todd's lemonade especially tastes pretty real to me.

Cassandra: And magical as promised.

…

April: My friends!

Splinter: My sons!

Todd: My BFFS!

Cassandra: My enemies!

Draxum: Told ya.

…

Cassandra: Leap of faith! [jumps and falls off the boat]

Draxum: Oh look, a ladder.

…

Big Mama: I don't think so!

Cassandra: Intercepting!

…

Cassandra: Master?

Big Mama: Ignore the turtles. Follow the warrior alchemist!

Cassandra: So that's how…

Draxum: No!

…

Cassandra: There is no Shadow Fiend… only…

Raph: What? Uh oh.

[Shadow Fiend's cloak is torn off to reveal Shredder.]

Cassandra: The Shredder!!

Cassandra: Master Shredder, destroy your enemies.

…

Cassandra: The turtles are of no concern to us, but you enslaved my master. Now you will lose everything! I'd run if I were you.

[The Nexus Hotel explodes as Cassandra flies off with the Shredder.]

Cassandra: FOOT CLAN!

E-Turtle Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Cassandra: Master Shredder. You have returned to us after 500 years. The Foot Clan can finally fulfill our mission and do your dark bidding.

…

Cassandra: [angrily snatches the apple slices from Brute's hand] How dare you?! The Shredder is our master.

Cassandra: [furiously shoves the slices in her mouth] You will respect his DARKNESS!!

…

Cassandra: Enough!

Cassandra: I found Shredder, I will decide our next move. And I say we remove this collar and bring him back to his full Shredder-ness!

…

Cassandra: Stupid mystic collar! Oof!

[Cassandra falls over right off the Shredder. Brute and Lieutenant eat ice cream.]

Lieutenant: Still want to be in charge?

Cassandra: Zero regrets!

Shreddy or Not

Foot Lieutenant: So it's just kind of the three of us at the moment.

Cassandra: But we have the will of thousands!

Cassandra: [enthusiastically hugs Shredder] Tell us your bidding.

…

Splinter: I can't believe you're back with these Foot clowns! You could be so much more than that!

Cassandra: I am loyal to the Foot and Master Shredder. FOOT CLAN!

Rise

Cassandra: [trying to get Brute and Lieutenant out of the rubble] Master Shredder, our comrades are injured.

Shredder: Forget them, you are my new general now. Come.

…

Splinter: Having doubts, young one?

Cassandra: I am having zero doubts. I am a general now. It's everything I have ever wanted and it's... perfect.

…

Shredder: You dare defy me, general?

Cassandra: The name's Cassandra. Cassandra Jones!

…

Splinter: My family. Thank you, Cassandra.

Cassandra: My friends call me Casey.

Some notes:

This girl is a freaking badass

I wish we'd gotten a canon age for her

I digress

Uses very formal language (i.e. very rarely uses contractions in speech, etc)

Used "shall" six times throughout the series

Extremely enthusiastic statements. Caps and italics definitely called for when writing her

Uses mostly short, choppy sentences. When writing, must refrain from flowy, long-winded dialogue, sweeping declarations, etc.

I feel like, when written out, the bulk of her normal speech (i.e. that's NOT shouted exclamations) is kinda less extreme than you'd expect it to be. Aside from being pretty formal most of the time, it's just. Pretty normal speech.

And that's it! If you're NOT Owl and you're somehow still reading this, thanks! Hope this helps! And if I've made any errors or omissions, let me know!

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #casey jones #rise casey jones #cassandra jones #rise cassandra

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hi!! you said in tags on a recent post that they were foreshadowing something happening to eddie! could you pls tell me when you thought this, as i’m intrigued lol

Hello anon! 🥰

You're going to think I'm delulu by the end of this. If you don't already lol 😅

For starters, 9-1-1 loves playing the long game when it comes to foreshadowing. Eddie's shooting and the lead up to his breakdown started in his first episode.

I mean, we had "I've just done it while people are shooting at me is all" in 2x01 and "At least nobody's shooting at us" in the crossover. And! Eddie's insistence that the universe does not scream.

All the military related accidents and the entirety of the Shannon arc and 3x15 and... pretty much everything that happened to that poor man lead to his breakdown.

But the foreshadowing for what I thought was going to happen (which didn't 😕) started in 4x14 with none other than the legal guardian conversation.

I mentioned that I thought something was going to happen to Eddie and/or Chris. Like with the shooting, whatever that something is has been building for a few seasons.

Now, I love the legal guardian thing. There's so many layers to it, not to mention how they look at each other through the whole thing. It's a declaration of love. However! It's also a bad omen.

Eddie Diaz, Mr. Prove To Me Something Is Real And I'll Believe It, keeps jinxing himself. Even speaking the will into existence is a bad idea™. These writers don't normally bring something up and then forget about it. And I would say making your best friend the father of your child if you aren't there is a pretty big thing to just leave hanging!

Eddie didn't even plan on telling Buck about it until the shooting. He waited an entire year??? For something that important? In short, the writers included it for a purpose beyond an aborted love confession.

Anyhoo. That's sign one.

Season 5 we can put aside, because it was a whole other thing.

Season 6 was where the most foreshadowing came in. I think it all really started in 6x07. Even Eddie, by the like third(?) accident Felisha had, commented on the fact that he might be cursed. At the end of the episode, at the beach, he gets a call from Abuela. The framing of that shot (I really wish I could make gifs right now. Thankfully I found a set) shows Eddie in focus with Chris at the forefront. As Eddie asks "what does she say about my future?" in regards to Abuela's curandera, the focus shifts to Chris. To me, that meant something would happen to Eddie and have the guardian thing come up again.

Then, in 6x15, Eddie and Chris go to see Shannon (I thought that was really nice, btw, it was sweet). Then his mother is pestering him to come visit. He talks to her twice I believe (haven't rewatched that episode in a while, the cemetery scene haunts me 😅). Anyway, when he talks to her at the end of the episode, he says "we'll figure something out. Okay? We got time."

Refer to my earlier statement. Eddie keeps jinxing himself!

The entire episode, there was something ominous about it. The old lady, "we're all gonna die alone," Shannon, etc. It just felt... eerie, I suppose.

I expected the season 6 finale to satisfy the foreshadowing. I heard they rewrote the ending thanks to them not being sure if the show would be picked up by another network (THANK YOU ABC!) Anyway. Something tells me that the original plan was to severely hurt the fathers on the team. Chim, Bobby, and Eddie were all in serious danger.

The time jump at the end kinda sucked. To me, the finale felt a little... discombobulated. I think that maybe, even though 911 doesn't do this, they intended for season 6 to end on a cliffhanger. Any or all three of them could've still been in danger or clinging to life when the episode ended. It would've been more satisfying, honestly.

Anyway.

I just think they hinted a little too much at this. It could be that it just hasn't happened yet and there's still more foreshadowing to go. Maybe in season 7, Eddie could be missing and presumed dead or injured badly enough to have Buck step in for Chris (in a much more concrete parental role.)

#911 #eddie diaz #s6 #s7 #ask response #anon ask #i kept finding little details to keep piling on but I resisted!

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PSA

I have if not Covid then whatever the most Covid-like thing that won’t trip an antigen test is. It sucks, but hopefully it will just be garden-variety suckage of normal duration. But if you notice odd changes in my posting behavior, it’s because I’m bored and/or feverish and/or coughing, and it affects my aesthetic judgment as well as my willingness to properly tag.

Which tbh I’m pretty bad at to begin with.

Anyhoo… fluids, rest, cough syrup, advil. And time. 🤞

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Rule 28 (Nick Torres x Reader)

•• Another one done, yes! These have been so much fun to do, I have one more to do now that this one is done. After that I might find a list to reblog or something like that. Anyhoo, let's get to the fic! For Anon, enjoy! ❤️ ••

You peaked your eyes open, sighing as you did so. You glanced at the clock across the room. You could just barely see that it was quarter after three in the morning.

“Son of a bitch!” You sat up at the half-ass whispered exclamation that came from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes. Nick had been shot a few days ago. Nothing serious, thank god. He was just shot in the thigh. The doctors were able to get the bullet out but it was going to be a week or two before Nick could walk without crutches again. You saw the crutches leaning against the nightstand and rolled your eyes again. Of course, he didn't take them with him. That was Nick for you, never knew when to ask for help. He always had to be Mr.Macho. Throwing the covers off, your feet padded across the floor of the apartment. As you got closer to the bathroom you could hear a lot more swearing. You knocked on the door frame and sighed.

“Everything alright, Nick?” Nick jumped at your voice. He sat on the floor, trying to have himself back up by using the hamper and the edge of the bathtub.

“Fine.” He tried to hide how tired he was. “Just go back to bed, (y/n). I've got this.” You crossed your arms.

“Oh yeah? What's your plan for getting off the floor, tough guy?” He chuckled. He knew you were right, you could see it in the way his shoulders slumped after he tried to heave himself up again. “Thought so. Come on, give me your arm.” You walked over and put yourself under one of Nick's arms. “Ready?” Nick didn't respond, but he let out a grunt, so you took that as a yes. You stood up quickly and Nick came with you. His legs wobbled but he stayed steady.

“I can handle it from here.” You didn't even bother rolling your eyes again.

“Shut up and just accept my help, would you?” You both walked step by step back to the bedroom. Nick collapsed onto the bed and you could see how he was trying to hide how heavy his breathing was. You got into bed beside him and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

“You know you don't have to be Mr.Tough all the time.” You laid your hand across his chest. “Especially around me.”

“I know that, (y/n). I just-” He motioned down to his leg. “I hate feeling like a burden to you.”

“Nick, you will never be a burden.” You traced a heart over his chest. “You're healing. You're not going to be back to 100% right away.”

“I still feel bad.” He mumbled. You nudge your head against his chin and he lets out a laugh.

“Don't. It's normal. Nick-” You sat up and leaned up against the headboard. “It's as simple as this.” You pressed your lips against his, for once he let you take the lead. You climbed over the top of him, careful of his tender leg and he ran his hands through your hair. You pulled away and smiled.

“When you need help, ask.”

Tag list: @stanathanxoox, @nikkiwierden , @malindacath , @havlindzk , @countrygal17a , @memyselfandmaddox , @octobersmog , @mizzezm , @diaryofafan17 , @emmitheacefangirl , @smolpersonbigworld, @a-sad-excuse-of-everything

#nick torres #Nick Torres x reader #Nick Torres imagine #NCIS #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 3 years

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Sigh. It’s quiet today, so I guess it’s about time to talk about 12x06: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox.

This is an episode without Cas, so clearly it revolves entirely around Cas (I'm kidding, but only a little bit). It’s also a bottle episode and a meta writer’s wet dream, so excuse me while I nerd out - this is a long one to unpack, and I have spent too much time doing it for you. That’s ok because, as Sam says:

DIVE IN AFTER THE CUT BUDDIES!

The Asa montage is where we start.

Asa is a Dean mirror. The parallels are pretty clear - he’s a scruffy rough around the edges hunter, Mary is the reason he got into hunting, he wears a ton of flannel, etc. If you remain unsure, the writers throw this in at the very beginning in the montage of Asa’s life as a hunter So That You Know:

Bucky: Hey, you know they make new cars, right? Asa: I don’t want a new car. This is my lucky car.

***Canadian!Dean confirmed.

Shaine Jones may also be the Canadian Jensen Ackles.

I don’t make the rules ok?

Back in the US, the boys surprise Jody with a visit.

In case you forgot the episode prior to this one:

Side note: domestic Jody gives me life.

We’re clearly supposed to see how Jody is a mom figure for the boys, and it feels nice for them to have that, especially since Mary is Taking Some Space. Their entire dynamic warms even my cold black soul.

[romantic scene of a couple silhouetted against a sunset while sweeping music plays on Jody’s TV. The couple kisses.]

DEAN

[his mouth full of pizza] Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here?

JODY

Well, Dean. I’m a chick.

Kim Rhodes YOU ARE A DELIGHT. A side note - I know this exchange is supposed to be funny, but I feel sad for Dean (who clearly is a rom com chick). This is a perfect example of Dean struggling to present some fabricated image of heteronormative masculinity that’s not the heart of who he actually is. His surprise that a “badass sheriff chick” can also enjoy rom coms makes me fucking upset.

ALSO:

Anyway, Asa has passed on and the boys tag along with Jody to the wake in support.

SAM

Yeah, no, Jody. We… we know you’ll be fine, but… you know, we never go to hunter gatherings, outside of bars. Dad always said they were trouble, so…

DEAN

Yes, you’d be doing us a favor if you let us tag along.

***more receipts that John Winchester was an isolating abuser. They could have at least had a normal HUNTER life and friends who hunted.

SAM

That is a big house. [Music continues playing, coming from inside the house now]

***We now establish one “theme” of the episode.

JODY

Family home. Asa was just a guy.

AKA pretty brutal implication that Asa didn’t have a family of his own.

Speaking of implications:

[Jody removes her coat and the three of them begin mingling. Dean finds his way to the kitchen and a cooler full of beer] DEAN

No label. Well, that’s a red flag.

****LOL WHAT THE FUCK IS THE REASON****

....

GIRL SEND HELP

Enter Bucky, who is actually (SPOILER!) the villain of the episode.

Do all hunters just walk around with this manly flannel/weird symbolic necklace combo? Looking at you Bucky and Dean.

Dean is surprised to find that people know who he is:

But doesn’t seem to have an issue with it until -

***Someone who just bragged the entire five hour car ride about killing Hitler shouldn’t be this concerned about what people are saying about him right?

Or is he thinking it may involve something he isn’t comfortable sharing - since apparently there are things Dean doesn’t feel comfortable sharing as established by the prior couch conversation with Jody? Hmmmmmm...

***Compare the expressions. The “you’ve died four times” response is the same as the smug/proud “I killed Hitler” face. The reaction to the “stories” is the “hey this is my personal business” reaction Dean had to Sam’s Japanese erotica art form comment. He is thinking specifically about something personal.

I wonder what it could be.

I don’t think any one had to teach Max Banes the art of seduction, but also thank you.

Also, manifesting Dean being raised by Max and Alicia’s Cool Witch Mom instead of John Trash Winchester. Because that’s what we’re supposed to think here, correct? Two sibling hunters usually present a brother mirror.

Worth noting Sam’s surprise that witches can also be hunters. The John Winchester Bigotry Brain Rot runs deep. (GOD the Sam-witch thing would have driven him crazy I LIVE FOR THAT).

Dean escapes to Asa’s office/room and proceeds to go through his things.

[Dean is in Asa’s office and finds an angel blade mounted on blue velvet inside an ornate glass-lidded box. He opens it, reaches in and pulls out the angel blade, comfortably spinning it in his hand when Sam walks in.]

SAM

Hey.

DEAN

Oh, hi. This is a real Angel Blade. I mean, this guy was legit.

***that’s weird, why does Canadian!Dean have an angel blade? We haven’t heard anything about angels yet, and it wasn’t in the opening montage. Hmmmmmm, I say. Hmmmmmmm...

***Sam is also concerned about The Stories They Tell

This one particularly:

Honestly I don’t know why he’s THAT surprised that people know he was possessed by Lucifer? Didn’t he start like multiple apocalypses? That’s something people tend to be in the know about. Anyhoo.

DEAN

Yeah. Apparently we’re a little bit legendary.

SAM

Yeah, but, I mean, so was Asa. Then a hunt went bad, and he ended up hanging from a tree, alone in the woods.

DEAN

He died on the job. No better way to go.

SAM

You really believe that?

DEAN

Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? [Dean points at Asa’s hunting wall] This only ends one way.

***Insert deep internal screaming about 15x20 here***

It’s Jody’s turn to be uncomfortable as we find out she and Asa were more than just friends and everyone knew it and Said Things About It and Told Stories About It.

HMMMMMMM...

Dean is surprised that Jody not only enjoys rom coms, but ruggedly hot men. Another thing they have in common.

As Dean comes to terms with the idea that Jody can be a mother figure and also a human person with a life and her own feelings and needs and thoughts, enter the person whom said lesson is actually about:

This is a Kim Rhodes Facial Expression stan account now.

So cute how Jody knows immediately that Dean is not okay. Time to reach:

JODY

Huh. Is that why you spent the entire ride up here telling me in extreme, excruciating detail how you killed Hitler, but, uh, you neglected to mention the fact that your mom is back from the dead?

***look, it’s another Dean doesn’t like others knowing personal information parallel!***

DEAN

Yeah, no big deal.

JODY

That’s a lie.

DEAN

JODY …

JODY

Look, maybe this isn't my place, and this is epic stuff, but

JODY

Yeah. Because what if I’ve changed. What if they changed? What if it just didn’t work out the way I wanted? If you wanna talk about anything

***Killing Hitler used yet again to show Dean doesn’t care about oversharing hunting stories, but he doesn’t like for people to know personal ones. Also, Jody mentions her son and her husband. Her family and her romantic partner.

Dean wasn’t just reunited with Mary this season. He was also reunited with Cas, after saying goodbye to him at the end of Season 11 when he headed to what he thought was going to be his death as the Amara-bomb.

So, this conversation isn't just about Mary (the “anything”). It’s also about Cas (the”...absolutely anything”).

Mary chats with Mama Fox and more Points Are Made about hunters not getting to have a “normal life” or family:

MARY

I saved his life.

LORRAINE

[scoffing] What am I supposed to say to that? After you, Asa got so… Hunting was his whole life. He never married. Never had a family, kids. And now… enjoy the wake.

***sending Mary on a guilt spiral about Asa (mirroring her other guilt spiral about hunting as a life for her own sons)

Speaking of mirrors:

BUCKY

And Asa loved that Jeep. Fuses were shorted, fuel line was busted. Ah, he didn’t care. He’d just roll up his sleeves, he’d get right to work.

Time to learn about today’s Big Bad.

BUCKY

Jael. He’s a crossroads demon. And he hangs people. It’s his thing. Snaps their neck, slits their throat. He’s a real piece of work.

***Wait a second. Jael is a demon? Don’t...angel’s names usually end in “el” in SPNverse?

Samandriel.

Uriel.

Gabriel.

Raphael.

Gadreel.

Castiel.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Anyways the demon [questionable] killed Asa and now everyone is trapped and also In Grave Danger.

BUCKY

Exactly. Right, so five years later, Jael– he came back, and he came for Asa.

JODY

How so?

BUCKY

Asa was seeing this woman, right? She had a kid.

LORRAINE

Marlene.

BUCKY

Yeah, Marlene. Jael got into her. It didn’t matter that he was killing people, he wanted Asa to know it was personal. He gets off on it.

***that’s so weird, didn’t someone else in the show start seeing a woman with a kid -

what a sexy little coincidence.

oh and didnt a supernatural being come back right around that time too -

HMMMMMMMM. No killing though. That’s the difference between angels and demons, I guess.

(meanwhile Dean has been drinking alone outside - as he does, and is realizing he can’t get back in)

HI QUEEN

Also, this immediately took me to

this show isn’t fair.

****sob break****

Jael Posession 1:

So curious how there are two siblings and then one gets possessed by something Satanic and the other one is good at seducing men.

SO FUCKING CURIOUS.

Jael Possession 2:

Elvis. Random. Though he was the guy who brought up the Stories Sam Was Surprised Were Circulating -

He was also oddly interested in it. Methinks Elvis thoroughly enjoyed the Jael possession.

Bilie gets Dean back in the house. The words “one-time deal” are said a lot of times.

BONUS: Jensen why are you so pretty:

The hunters get to work, and I live for Max Bane’s pentagram aesthetic.

MAX

I like a Fifth Pentacle of Mars. It’s got more character.

***TBH, same.

Jael possession 3:

****Kim Rhodes is even better when she is playing evil.

JODY/JAEL:

I had so hoped you’d kill your mom. Wouldn’t that be a riot?

[Mary draws the angel blade and charges at Jody. She cuts Jody’s arm before Sam wrestles her away.]

SAM

No! Mom!

MARY

What are you doing?! She’s a demon. We kill demons.

******WOOF MARY - I REPEAT TO YOU THAT THE JOHN TRASH WINCHESTER BRAIN ROT RUNS DEEP.

Also did you immediately flash back to this with me?

Gets me thinking that Dean’s feelings for Cas are made twice as complicated by the fact that he is also a supernatural creature. Another Reason Why John Winchester Would Disapprove.

****Just as he would Disapprove of Sam Being Possessed By the Devil and all that (never forget he told Dean to kill him because of the whole made unclean by demon blood thing).

Right on cue:

JODY/JAEL

Oh, I have heard so many stories about you Winchesters. And I desperately want the Lucifer thing to be true.

***Stories again. Jael proceeds to go into Stories That Are Dark Personal Shameful Secrets:

JAEL

As for the rest of you, I have been inside your heads. I know all about you. For example, the twins. Too frightened to tell anyone that they actually came to say goodbye to their daddy. Or the grieving mother who hated the fact that her son was a hunter so much she’d hide his gear, she’d sabotage his Jeep, anything to keep him from hunting. Not that it worked. Could’ve tried harder, huh?

[She gestures at her own face] And this meatsuit you all seem to care so much about. She actually fantasized about a life with Asa. Can you believe that? Like that worthless man–

***HMMMMMMMMM

[Bucky gets off the floor and sneaks up behind Jody/Jael]

BUCKY

Shut your filthy mouth.

[Jody/Jael grabs Bucky by the neck and forces him to his knees]

JODY/JAEL

And you. Bucky. Brave, brave Bucky. I was there that night. Tell these nice, stupid people what you did. Tell them what you took from me. Asa was mine.

***Excuse me? THIS IS GETTING VERY...subtextual. A dark timeline supernatural being/hunter relationship [ending badly because demons only know how to take, consume and possess]? ...Asael? CURIOUS.

They chant the exorcism, a different hunter doing each iteration (beautifully done)

and send Jael back to hell, but not before Bucky shares his Shameful Story - he’s the one who killed Asa.

Elaboration:

BUCKY

Asa, he was just all– he was just always so stubborn. Look, we were in the woods. [We see the scene play out as Bucky describes it] Jael, he… he was taunting him. Asa wanted to chase him, but he didn’t have the angel blade. I said, “Let’s go back.” He called me a coward, and he shoved me, so I shoved him back, and he fell. He hit his head. Asa? I didn’t mean to do it. But it was a mistake. Asa. Asa? An accident. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Asa hated that damn demon so much that I just…

DEAN

Oh, you thought people would buy that Jael killed him? So you hung your best friend to cover your own ass.

BUCKY

What are you gonna do to me?

ALICIA:

Tell everyone, every hunter we meet. They’re gonna know your name, Bucky. Know what you did.

MAX

You like stories. This is the story everyone’s gonna tell about you. Forever.

***Shameful Stories that Define You, what a theme. Also, definitely a supernatural being potentially having some subtextual feelings for Canadian!Dean. Hmmm.

***Funeral pyre and side discussion about how Asa did have a family, and children, and a potential supernatural sidepiece.

In conclusion, Supernatural is a love story. Thank you for watching this dark timeline/Canadian dub. You’re dismissed for the day. Go eat bacon.

#destiel #spn #spn meta #spn analysis #spn fandom #spn family #hellers #hellerism #supernatural season 12 #spn 12x06 #celebrating the life of asa fox

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themonkeycabal · 3 years

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Episode 1 SPOILERS

If you need to blacklist, I will be tagging all things as #tfatws and/or #tfatws spoilers

My roommate keeps calling this The Falcon and the Snowman. I'm not entirely sure it's accidental.

I was going to watch at midnight and then fell asleep. Betrayal. I will not forgive this, brain.

Bucky Barnes character development. Sam Wilson character development. Six full episodes of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. When we watched Civil War, did we think we'd actually be lucky enough to get a buddy idiot cop movie? Let alone six hours of it? #blessed

What are we expecting here? I have no idea, honestly. I think all the clips we've been seeing are from the first couple episodes, so they've hidden any sort of plot from us. We know Baron Zemo's around with his stupid purple ski mask and burning hatred for superheroes and probably specifically for Bucky who he tried (and honestly kind of succeeded, before then ultimately failing dramatically) to set up. And Sharon Carter will turn up at some point. OMG guys, Sharon Carter character development!

I'm just here for the buddy bickering and badassery.

SPOILERS BELOW

New World Order: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes realize that their futures are anything but normal. *Realize*? lol

Also, it's tagged as "science fiction, action-adventure, buddy" Awww.

Aww, Sam looks sad as he gazes at The Shield.

"How's it feel?" "Like it's someone else's." "It isn't."

That's right, Sam! Listen to that voice. That's yours now, baby.

We're just going to roll right into a mission. Rescuing a Captain Vassant, whose plane fell out of contact shortly after take off, from the ridiculously named group LAF, somewhere over Tunisia. Sam's got to keep LAF from doing bad things and the US Military can't be seen doing anything blah blah blah, violation of treaties, yada yada. And Sam's all "blah blah got it". We're on the same page, Sam and me. Nobody wants to hear it, Briefing Exposition Guy.

We will have a Lt. Torres on the ground following along and offering helpful commentary as they go.

Sam is warned to be subtle as he falls backwards out of the cargo plane in very dramatic fashion and then swoops off on his brightly colored wings. lol

Sam gets to the captain's plane but the pilot is dead and a shady LAF guy is piloting. Oh no. Hey, it's Batroc. Last seen getting his ass kicked by Captain America in "CA: The Winter Soldier". He makes some jokes about their prisoner - presumably Captain Vassant. Awful cocky for a guy with a history of getting stomped on, you know.

Anyway, he's about to get his ass kicked by a Captain America again as Sam breaks into the plane. You might just be using wing shields now, Sam, but you're Captain America in my heart. Also, hey, dumb bad guys, don't open fire with an automatic weapon inside a plane or the ricochets might kill your pilot. And his body will slump forward and put the plane into a steep dive.

Batroc distracts Sam while the bad guys gather up Vassant and jump out of the plane with him. They have wingsuits, but Sam has, you know, wings. And like a jet pack. Don't hit the canyon walls, Sam!

Somehow the bad guys have waiting gunships. Did they expect to jump out of the plane over this canyon? I can only assume. Red Wing takes care of one of the helicopters. Man these guys are a pain in the ass. They wing suit into one of the many many helicopters that just happen to be right in the right spot. They're racing for the Libyan border. Then Sam shows up, they throw Vassant out the copter again — this guy is having the worst day — and glide into another chopper.

Man ANOTHER gunship? The hell? They're causing serious ecological damage to this canyon, what with all the zillionty missiles they're firing at Sam. How strapped is this thing?

LT Torres is trying to keep up, and you know, trying to get Sam to not fly into Libyan territory and cause an international incident or some such. Sam is struck by inspiration and not by a missile. But, the missiles are following Sam and Sam is following Batroc's chopper. Sam zooms through the open doors of the chopper, knocks poor Vassant out of the chopper AGAIN (but then catches him), and LAF blows up their own helicopter. Alas, Batroc escaped.

Sam saves the day and LT Torres is like super excited. Don't break your humvee, Torres.

Torres and Sam stop by a tea shop in Tunis, or somewhere. Sam's trying to fix his tech that got a little shot up and Torres buys the tea. A man comes up and thanks Sam for saving his wife. It's sweet. And then Torres gets up and wanders about a bit with his phone as he exposits about LAF. Is Torres about to become a pin cushion? Only instead of pins it'll be bullets? I'm not feeling good about his continued health. He's too cute and earnest.

Oh, he's looking for some sort of hidden, augmented reality tag on the walls. A red handprint, id'ing some group that calls themselves the Flag Smashers. Bad guys are really scraping the bottom of the evil name barrel. Anyway, they think the world was better during the blip. Nothing says better like mass failure of infrastructure and probably world wide famine. They want a unified world without borders. I have big doubts the world would be a borderless utopia during a blip-like event. Power vacuums invite trouble, seldom unity.

Anyhoo. Sam kind of agrees with me, "every time something gets better for one group, it gets worse for another".

Torres will track the 'online chatter'. But he's also heard some wacky things about Steve Rogers, conspiracy theory stuff, "they think that he's in a secret base on the moon, looking down over us". LOL. What? Is Steve a moon angel now? or Santa Claus? "You didn't like fly him to the moon?" Sam assures him that's all very much silly foolishness. Steve's in Boca working on his tan.

Sam's back in D.C. giving a talk about Steve at the Smithsonian's National Air & Space museum. "And he mastered posing stoically". Hey, I have that picture. Also, RHODEY! Hi Rhodey!

"A few months ago, billions of people reappeared after 5 years away. Sending the world into turmoil." Again. I know this was meant to come out before WandaVision, but timeline-wise this works better.

"We need new heroes. Ones suited for the times we're in. Symbols are nothing without the women and men that give them meaning." Sam holds up The Shield. "I don't know if there's been a greater symbol." Aww, he's retiring the shield. He hands it off to museum people and they put it in a display case. I think Rhodey has some thoughts about this. I suspect Rhodey maybe doesn't agree.

Sam and Rhodey wander through the Cap exhibit and Sam's talking about how when he left (or got snapped, it's not like you had a choice about that, Sam), his nephews were babies and now they're little men. Awww. Rhodey says Sam should bring them to D.C., he'll teach them how to fly, "the right way". lol.

Rhodey says it's crazy to think nobody will be carrying the shield. Sam points out they went 70 years without, so like …

Rhodey wants to know why Sam didn't take up the mantle. BTW, this is a cool exhibit, marvel peeps. Sam says it feels like it belongs to someone else … Steve. Rhodey says everything's broken. Allies are enemies, things are torn apart. People are looking for somebody to make it better. Having made his pitch, Rhodey leaves Sam to stare mournfully at the shield. I think you're afraid to pick up the shield, Sam. Afraid you won't measure up. But, you can do it. I have faith. Also, Steve was kind of a disaster in his own way. He wasn't perfect, which was the point of Steve as a hero. Pick up the shield, Sam.

A fancy hotel, chatting people in the lobby, up to a mezzanine, a group of very Russian oligarch looking dudes and their security. And lo! A metal arm punches through a wall and the Winter Soldier, looking very Winter Soldiery appears and stabs some dudes in the neck. This has a sepia, dream/nightmareness to it. Oh yeah, it's his old shiny silver arm. Totally a nightmare/very bad memory. "Hail Hydra" and he kills the head Russian guy. The poor dude who was just chatting in the lobby is caught trying to get into his door. He swears he didn't see anything, begs for his life and the Winter Soldier shoots him. Bucky wakes up, breathing heavily. Poor Bucky.

Glad he's in therapy. I'm sure goat herding in Wakanda was good and peaceful and all, but, goats will only get you so far. Also glad we've skipped the "wanted terrorist" part and gone on to traumatized hero.

I get the feeling he's not the best patient. He lies to his therapist straight off. Twice. lol. "You're a civilian now. With your history the government needs to know, you're not gonna … [therapist makes stabby motion]." lol (I love this actress by the way. She's been in everything for ages. She's great). "It's a condition of your pardon. So tell me about your most recent nightmare." "I didn't have a nightmare." She starts writing, Bucky objects and tells her she's being passive-aggressive, but he gives in.

He has a list of amends to make and three rules to follow. He crossed a name off. There's a Hydra pawn who's a senator, he helped her get into office. "After Hydra disbanded, she continued to use the power I gave her." Hmm. He tracks her car and listens in on her plotting to have a congressman killed.

* Rule number one: Can't do anything illegal.

He's hijacked the Senator's car and is remote controlling it, making it drive all out of control and freaking her out. He says he was collecting intel to give to an aide to convict her. Absolutely only did that. Not one illegal thing about that at all, no ma'am.

"Rule number two?" "Hmm. What was rule number two?" "Nobody gets hurt. It's a big one." "Then why isn't it rule number one?" Oh, Bucky, you're a jackass.

* Rule number two: Nobody gets hurt.

"I didn't hurt anybody. Promise." He totally broke a dude's hand and then punched him in the face, knocking him out. I mean, there's levels of 'hurt' I suppose.

"The whole point of making amends is to fulfill rule number three." "Of course I completed rule number three."

* Rule number three: "I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes. And you're part of my efforts to make amends." He says to the corrupt senator he's just been terrifying. And then he walks away as a tac team pulls up. lol.

What I'm getting from this therapy session is that Bucky is a big fat fibber.

Also he's got a little black book full of names. Including, I see, H. Zemo. That's not going to go as smoothly as taking down a shady government fatcat, I think.

"So you did it all right, but it didn't help with the nightmares?" "Well, like I said, I didn't have any." Fibber.

People wanna help you Bucky and you can trust them. "I trust people," he mutters grumpily. She asks for his phone and he hands it over. Look, lady! Trust! Probably government mandated trust, but still!

"You don't have ten phone numbers on this thing." … I don't have ten phone numbers on my phone. :( "Oh, and you've been ignoring texts from Sam." Well …

"I am the only person you have called all week. That is so sad." lol. Tough love from the therapist. I'm feeling a little judged myself, though. "You're alone." ALRIGHT DON'T RUB IT IN!

"You're a hundred years old. You have no history. No family—" "Are you lashing out at me, doc? Because that's really unprofessional." I love you Bucky, but you are a disaster patient.

Bucky relents. "I'm trying. This is new for me. I didn't have a moment to deal with anything. I had a little calm in Wakanda. And other than that, I just went from one fight to another for 90 years." Get this man a goat farm!

"So now that you've stopped fighting, what do you want?" "Peace." A goat farm. "That is utter bullshit." lol "You're a terrible shrink." "I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell." Get some friends, Bucky. "I know you've been through a lot. But, you've got your mind back. You're being pardoned. These are good things. You're free." "To do what?"

On the streets of Brooklyn. Bucky breaks up an argument between neighbors about trashcans. Hey, Bucky has a friend! Yori Nakajima who's probably like 80+. Did you babysit him back in the day, Buck? har har. They were going to meet for lunch, but some punk named Unique was putting his trash into Mr. Nakajima's trash can and just derailed the whole day. The horror. No joke, though, people get so nutted up about that. It's weird to me. Of course, I did also have a neighbor who never put out his trash for pickup and just snuck out at night before trash day and distributed his garbage into in other people's bins. Cheapass.

"Hey man, I'm Unique. Like Monique but it's got a 'u' in there for uniqueness." Yeah, you should have let Yori smack him, Buck.

Well now Yori is just not in the mood for lunch. Bucky tries to persuade him, but one grumpy old man out grumps the other. "But Izzy. We always go to Izzy on Wednesday. What if I buy?" "Fine. But no talking." lol. BFFs!

Yori is looking at the obituaries. "Look, nobody made it past 90 this week." Bucky tsks "So young, such a shame."

Bucky kind of smiles at the girl behind the counter at the sushi joint, Yori tells him he should ask her out. Bucky makes a "are you nuts, shut up" face. That doesn't stop Yori. "He would like to take you out on a date. Maybe to bingo or a night of pinochle." You're a wild man, Yori!

She's down by it, though, and she and Yori hammer out the details while Bucky's like uh, okay, so wow, that's happening. "There's a dance to these things. You can't … you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943."

Yori sees something and suddenly gets sad. His son loves red bean mochi. His son was a consultant, working abroad and he was killed. Oh. Oh Bucky, why you gotta … Yori's son was the innocent witness he killed at the hotel in his nightmare/memory. "I will never know what really happened to him." Brutal.

Delacroix, Louisana

Sam's on his way home. Wilson Family Seafood. Aww. His nephews are helping mom with the catch. "Blue for the snapper, orange for the white fish," Sam calls out. The boys run over to him. They do look like fine gentlemen. It's weird, Sam, I get it. I recently realized my oldest nephew will be 13 in May and it's like "no, he's only in kindergarten, what are you talking about?"

His sister greets him then tells him he's looking all sneaky. Sam deflects. Their boat has seen better days. The Paul & Darlene. Aww. Is that his parents names? "Baby being held together by duct tape and prayers." Just needs to float long enough for his sister to sell it. But Sam's all, uh I thought we were going to *discuss* that. Uh oh, family drama. "We did, and then you were off fighting Dr Space Cape or whatever (lol), while I was holding it together for five long years." Ouch.

Sam is not down by this selling the boat thing. His sister doesn't seem to think they're in a position to hold on to it. Also, she'd really like to not hash this out on the pier with like twenty other people around, Sam.

They get into more of an argument on the boat. The family biz is not doing well financially. Sarah won't let Sam help for some reason, and he makes some comment about the house and loans and she punches him in the chest. lol "I forgot how hard you hit."

Sam insists they can turn it around, consolidate loans. And she's all, been there done that, I've come to terms with this. He's a persistent little jerk. This is such a perfectly sibling argument. Notably he has moved himself out of punching range.

Aww, she wants to believe he can save the boat, but she has DOUBTS.

Back in Brooklyn. Bucky attempts his date. He turns up at the end of the sushi girl's shift and gives her flowers. "Well, if that's not the most adorably old-fashioned thing anyone's ever done."

They chat while she tidies. He tried online dating oh lol. It didn't take. She tells him "You sound like my dad. Wait how old are you?" "Hundred and six." Oh yeah, what a funny joke. Next she wants to know why he's wearing gloves. "I have … um … poor circulation." He grimaces at himself and glances out the window. Smooth as silk, Bucky. Smoooooth.

"Let's play a game." Now, I'm thinking like some weird dating word/get-to-know-each-other game or something. I don't know. But, nope, she means Battleship. lol. I like her.

The drinking game version of battleship. Bucky sucks at it. "You sure can drink." "Yeah, well." Super assassin, unfair advantage.

We're just going to rub in this whole The Winter Soldier killed Yori's son thing, as she says it's nice that he's spending time with the old man. Since he was all messed up after his son was murdered and how it was extra hard because he didn't know what happened. I'm not sure this is healthy, Bucky.

"There's no word for someone whose kids die." Okay, ouch, lady, jeez. Bucky looks like he wants to puke. Or crawl into a deep dark hole. Or something. "Because it's the worst thing that can happen." Bucky nopes right out the front door. So, maybe they should have played pinochle instead.

Bucky goes to Yori. Are you really going to tell this man you murdered his son when you were a brain-washed Hydra assassin? Yori asks how the date was, and Bucky sees a shrine to the man's son in the apartment. Poor Bucky. He makes some excuse about owing Yori for lunch and leaves. Yori's name is in his book of amends. :(

Back in Louisiana. Sam and the kids are packing up meals. His sister maybe wants to sell meals in addition to fish. Sam says they've got to get going to their appointment at the bank. She's says it's in an hour. Sam must be just the worst brother to live with "There's no such thing as on time. You're either early or late. Pick one." Man, no wonder he gets punched.

Switzerland

Lt Torres is walking down a street with an unusually large number of people just sort of milling around in the middle of the street looking at their phones. He's got his kind of hidden, recording. He stops a guy and asks if he knows what they're supposed to be doing. Oh it's the flag munchers, or whatever. There's a weird phony bird whistle and then people gather around a person handing out masks with red handprints on them. His decoy bad guy phone chirps and gives the order to run. A guy jumps out of a nearby building with two huge duffle bags (of money it seems) and walks off while the previously milling people become a seemingly panicked mob, distracting police and whatnot.

Torres tries to arrest the jumper guy, who appears to have some super strength as he kicks a policeman halfway across the street. Torres, you're cute, but not super bright. Torres gets body slammed and then stomped. He survives again, however, defying the odds.

At the bank. The account manager keeps giving Sam the side-eye as he goes through their paperwork. "Do I know you from somewhere." Sam's all modest, "I don't know. Do you?" And then he makes a little wing flappy move with his hands. lol. What a nerd. "Falcon!" Then he takes a selfie with Sam. Sarah is very done with all this. She tries to get them back on track. Account guy wants to know how Avengers make a living. Probably not looking good for your loan, Sam.

"Is there some kind of fund for heroes? Or did Stark pay you when he was around? My condolences, by the way."

Yeah, financially this is looking bad, my dude. "You have no income over the last five years." Well, but, he was blipped. I mean …

Alas, shot down for the loan.

Sam and Sarah argue on the street. Ah, Sam ran off to the Air Force and didn't deal with what was going on at home. Oh my, this is getting ugly. Speaking as someone who got disowned on account of a family business, let me just say, they're not easy. Nuh-uh.

"Half the boat's mine and so is the house. We're not selling our family's legacy." "You gonna do me like what when you know I'm right?"

I get it might be awkward to ask, but I bet you could have asked Pepper for a loan, Sam, and she would have given it to you gladly. Come on, man.

Later. Sam's working on the boat's engine, and it's not cooperating. In the cabin he looks at the family pictures on all the walls. He's having a rough day. About as rough as Torres who texts him to find a secure line and call him along with a selfie of his bruised and battered face. #important (lol, really?)

Sam watches the footage Torres caught and they chat about how Torres was supposed to be doing that stuff online and not getting his face kicked in in Switzerland.

Sarah interrupts and turns on the TV. Some guy is giving a speech about how everybody needs a hero. "We need someone who can inspire us again. Someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero." hmm, no comment. Except, you should have taken up the shield, Sam. Now it's Sam's turn to look like he's going to puke. What did I say about power vacuums? Somebody will fill them, whether you want them to or not.

This new guy looks like a goober. There, I said it.

credits

So … lots of setup. And very clear on the two guys trying to figure out where they fit in this world post blip and big wars. Both of them trying to fix broken families.

Plus a goober in a Cap suit.

So far so good.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers

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toadallytickles · 3 years

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Hii, I've been lurking for a while, big fan Anyhoo, sorry if this ask is unappreciated and for consequently making you aware of my existence. I'm Asexual and fairly inexperienced with all of this. Do you ever feel conflicted between your Asexuality and your Lee or ler moods. Is that something that fades over time. Also...you are MEAN with your ticklish boys posts.

Hello! This ask is very appreciated and so is your presence! Thank you for enjoying my blog! :)

Also is it really mean if you like it~?

Personally my tickle moods and asexuality do not conflict! I talk about it here, though I used to feel conflicted being asexual and doing sexual activities! I grew up thinking the definition of asexuality was “having a lack of sexual attraction AND lack of interest in sexual activities,” which is valid for some aces! Though libido / sex drive doesn’t correlate with sexual attraction! Having a libido / sex drive is just another normal human feeling, and you don’t need to experience sexual attraction to feel it!

Sorry that/if you’re feeling conflicted with your tickle moods and asexuality! Your feelings are valid, and if tickling turns you on that doesn’t invalidate your asexuality, and you don’t have to do any sexual activities! It’s okay that you’re inexperienced and figuring it out! I’ve been there too and it can be frustrating at times! There’s a big asexual crowd in the tickle community and you’re definitely not alone! :)

• My #asexual tag

• Tickling and Asexuality

• Can I still be asexual if I…

#making yourself known is a green flag for me! please do not feel you are bothering me ever!#I love asks! Been very slow at answering them but I love them! Thank you for sending me one! :)#and everyone experiences their asexuality differently! you may not relate to my asexuality! and that doesn’t mean you are wrong!#💜🤍🖤#my posts #dillionkayden #asexual #asexuality #answered #ask #non anon #tickles

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waywardnajsepticeye · 3 years

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How The Sleepy Bois Found Tubbo On The Side Of The Road

(This isn’t related to roleplay, this was just a little shitpost story that I pieced together in my mind with hypothetical band-aids and bubblegum. And this is anti-Dad!Captain Sparklez propaganda /joke)

It was a rather silent afternoon. The day wasn’t to hot nor was it too cold. Just right, it was. A silver minivan was driving steadily down the country roads. A father, Captain Jordan Sparklez, had his hands firm on the steering wheel. He took his eyes of the road for a second to glance at his son, Tubbo. Jordan couldn’t understand why his child came out British and with bee wings but he still loved the little tyke anyways. Tubbo was staring out of the rolled down window beside him. The wind blew softly against the kid’s face. The breeze almost wrapping around his little wings. Tubbo loved spending time with his dad, that’s if he’s not yelling, “CREEPER. AW MAN”.

Jordan wondered when they were getting home soon. He wanted to get back to his Minecraft world so he could start stabbing shit. The Minecraft server was all on his mind. The road became nothing but an obstacle to the captain.

While his father was having a mental breakdown, Tubbo got a glimpse of a bee. A cute little buzzer, it was. It flew near to the minivan, keeping up with it. Tubbo giggled, thinking he could reach it. The captain didn’t even bother to check to see that his son was unbuckling the seatbelt across him. The bee buzzed happily, as if it wanted the little bee boy to follow him. After the kid unbuckled his seatbelt, he spread his little bee wings. He stood up on his seat, he looked back at his father. Jordan had the facial expression of constipation. Was it normal? Was this the way of Captain Sparklez? The world may never know.

Anyhoo, Tubbo wasn’t looking back. He was ready. His wings flapped rapidly, the buzzing filled the child’s ears. A smile slapped across his face. Tubbo gained a small amount of flight and was ready to fly.

Jordan finally stopped having a mental breakdown about a fucking block game, he turned to check on his son. His mouth dropped. He watched Tubbo flutter out the car window, flying to catch a bee.

“TUUUUBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOO-”

Too late. Tubbo was out of reach of his dad. He didn’t even hear his demonic screams.

Tubbo like’a da bee, so he chase’a after da bee.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t too long until he lost sight of the bee. He searched the field that the minivan was driving alongside, but it was no where to be found.

It was getting awfully late. The bee boy was scared. His dad was no where in sight. And his bee friend went missing too.

There was basically no where he could go. The kid’s in the middle of fucking nowhere, where is he suppose to go?

Tubbo fluttered around for 20 minutes until he found a comfy place on the road to sit on. There was an old box, so he crept into it and sat there. The sun was slowly but surely setting, it was beginning to get a little cold. Tubbo’s overalls couldn’t really save him from the unexpected drop in temperature. The once pacifist winds became violent with its howling sounds. It was getting more darker, or was it his imagination playing tricks on him? Whatever the hell was happening around the child, it was not very pogchamp.

Tubbo sat in the little box for a fearful five minutes, he began to cry. No one came to bring him home. No one to save him. He thought that monster might come and kill him. Around him became darker and darker.....

“Dude, trust me, at my age, I can get a girl!”

“Tommy, you are the most antisocial person I have ever meant.”

“And besides, you have an insufferable personality. I mean, come on, have you met yourself?”

“Wilbur, Techno! Can you for once not insult your brother?”

“Sorry, Phil. It’s not our fault he came out like this.”

“Oh piss off, the lot of you!”

The darkness lifted from Tubbo’s eyes. Those weren’t the sounds of monsters.

Humans! Those were the sounds of humans!

Tubbo pops his head out and tries to find the directions of the voices. He squinted eyes as he saw three figures approaching. Of course, the bee child panicked.

There was people, yes. But Tubbo didn’t know whether trust them or not. So, he kept his head down. Waiting.....

“Hey, guys? There’s some random box here. And.....oh my god, it’s another child! Guys! Look!”

“Tommy, I swear to god if you’re messing with us......”

“Aw, c’mon, Phil! I’m not lying! Would Tommyinnit ever lie?”

“Yes, you would.”

Tubbo fell out of the box. And looked at the strangers in front of him.

“H-Hi?”

“That is a child. In a box.”

The youngest stranger stooped down to Tubbo. The other kid was his age. Tubbo fluttered into his arms.

“Hi....”

“O-Oh....uhhhh.....oh shit.....hi? I’m Tommy! What’s yours, big man?”

Tubbo liked Tommy calling him ‘Big Man’. That wasn’t his actual name, but he still liked it.

“Tubbo. My name is Tubbo.”

Tommy smiled and turned towards the oldest of the strangers. A man in green robes with wings. They weren’t like his bee wings, but they looked so cool.

“Phil, can we keep him? Pleeeeeaaassseee?”

The other one in a beanie and yellow vest rolled his eyes and stared at the other stranger, who was a pig hybrid for some validation that this might be a stupid idea.

“Tommy, we can just take some random child off the side of the street.”

“Wilbur! Look at him! He’s adorable!”

Tommy turned back to Phil. “Please, Phil? Can we keep Tubbo?”

The pig hybrid turned to the oldest named Phil. He sighed. “Don’t look at me like that, Techno. Well, it seems like Tubbo was just left here. We can’t just leave him here.”

Wilbur flipped his hair as he grunted with reluctant agreement. “Whatever Philza Minecraft says goes.” Techno said.

Tommy cheered as he picked Tubbo up. Tubbo was glad that somebody found him. Even if it was on the side of the road. He was introduced to his new family filled with unique personalities. The bee child adapted to Phil, Techno, Wilbur and Techno really quickly. He even found friendship in Tommy.

An odd family, this was. But you should be glad that Jordan never found him.

If you’re asking about the captain and what happened to him after that, I have no reason to tell you. Run along now.

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sincerely-sofie · 30 days

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So is Opal canon now or is she still part of an AU?

Despite the phrasing of the "Shadow Baby AU" tag, I now consider Opal canon. I want to go back and retag all of the posts I have marked with that tag to be more clear about this, but that feels like quite the undertaking, haha.

Opal pretty much marks the start of TPiaG: Part 2 in my head :>

#in a way it's nice to have two tags for the different phases of the plot #that way people can enjoy the different portions at different points #I know I'm one of those people who vastly prefers post-credits plotlines #so anyone who wants the post-credits plot for TPiaG can cruise through the shadow baby au tag!#... technically that would make it the post-post-credits though #because TPiaG is already a post-credits storyline #anyhoo normal tags time:#shadow baby au #the present is a gift au #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd eos #pmd sky #pmd2 #pmd #sofie answers asks

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chat-noir-always-here · 3 years

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Marinette and Anxiety

First, lets count all the things Marinette has that Adrien doesn’t have:

She has a healthy and positive home environment

Both of her parents are living, active presences in her life

Tom and Sabine love Marinette unconditionally

On top of having loving parents she has extended relatives who care deeply for her

she is allowed to go out and have friends over

going to public school is treated as a necessity rather than a privilege

she has, to some degree, or at least more so than Adrien, knowledge of socializing and is able to perceive signals better

she is on good terms and has a history with almost all of her classmates

she is allowed to explore her hobbies

she is allowed to choose her own occupation

she has the freedom to do whatever she wants with her schedule outside of school and curfew

I could go on but I trust my point is clear? Marinette is blessed with many of the things Adrien has been denied. Worse, everything listed above falls under the category of “normal” “common decency” or “necessity.”

Long post is long and I don’t like cuts because I’ve lost a few posts in the past using them. Please filter the tag “long post” i use it for walls of texts like this one.

But Mari’s life, despite being vastly different and more fulfilling than Adrien’s, isn’t perfect.

In order to understand Mari’s struggles we need to take a look at her history.

We see in Origins that Marinette has been the target of Chloe’s bullying for a long time—three years or perhaps even longer. As is the case with many victims of bullying she lacked the courage and confidence to stand up for himself and more or less suffered in silence until Alya encouraged her to fight back.

Something to understand about bullying: it drastically warps someone’s perspective. Not only in how they view themselves but the people and environment around them. The end result? Some form of isolation and possibly PTSD. Bullying victims tend to be either physically/mentally withdrawn, or both.

Not a lot is known about Mari’s life before the Origins episode, but given that none of her classmates stood up to Chloe except Alya, we can infer that they have grown accustomed to Chloe’s treatment of Mari and are likely not especially close with her at this point in time.

In her “In defense of Chat Noir” video, Toon Ruins states that Adrien isn’t especially close with his classmates yet either, saying he is “that friend that your mutual friends invite along and is just kinda there.” Its not unreasonable to presume that Mari was in that spot before she became Ladybug, befriended Alya, and developed enough confidence to stand up for herself as well as others.

It would also help explain why her friends were so quick to doubt her when Lila accused her in the Ladybug episode. Despite everything she’s done for them between Origins and Ladybug, they simply haven’t been close for very long and as Alya pointed out the evidence “was stacked against her.” Of course Alya and Adrien believed her because they are closer with Mari than practically any of her other classmates.

Adrien glaring at Lila when Marinette calls out to him for help. I cannot~~~~

Of course there was another, more obvious reason they doubted her: her feelings for Adrien and how intense she is when acting on them, which as Alya puts it served as her supposed “motive” for “hurting Lila.”

Marinette has often been seen crossing lines that are better off left uncrossed when it comes to Adrien. Her friends, especially the girls, are even somewhat aware of how intense these feelings are. (i.e. Alex’s comment during Gigantitan “Marinette knows a lot about Adrien it’s kinda creepy”).

More often than not, Mari wants to go somewhere mainly for the sake of seeing Adrien. Examples of this are when she’s supposed to wait for Nadja to come pick up her cake and during Simon Says when she is grounded for valid reasons . Often times there is some obligation involved—her promise to show up at Alix and Kim’s challenge and her promise with Nino in Simon Says—but chances are if Adrien weren’t there she wouldn’t want to go so bad (until an akuma showed up that is).

Something to understand about this: Mari has little to no opportunity to see Adrien. Worse, her history of being bullied and her previous status as an “acquaintance” rather than a “close friend” gives her at least some modicum of understanding about his situation. She empathizes with Adrien and cares for him, and is aware of his loneliness. During her life before Ladybug she likely longed for someone who would comfort and console her, and yeah probably found some relief with her mom given how Sabine seems aware of Chloe’s treatment of her daughter.

But Adrien has no one, and knowing that makes Mari all the more anxious when he doesn’t show up for their social gatherings as well as driving her desire to be the source of love and comfort he so desperately needs.

I won’t deny Mari literally breaking the law for Adrien isn’t okay. Sneaking into his home, stealing his phone, and kissing his statue (its a statue in an important museum. Chances are you’re not supposed to touch those, let alone kiss them) are simply NOT OKAY things to do. A lot of this behavior earns her some hate from the fandom and some well-deserved scolding from Tikki. But rather than making me hate her, or call her a stalker, I’m mostly concerned that she doesn’t understand how bad that is.

But Chat Blanc was a game changer. Adrien would NEVER have seen Ladybug in his room if she hadn’t taken her sweet time inspecting his belongings, smelling his pillow, etc. Meaning Adrien could have had her present and not known about Ladybug (he may have been curious as to how Mari’s gift got past security though).

However since Marinette WAS seen by Adrien, he was able to learn her secret identity which led to this:

This is a scenario she never expected. And as she learns this was caused by her own poor judgement, she wastes no time in saving Chat Noir, erasing her name from her gift and allowing Adrien to believe it’s a gift from his Brazilian fan club instead of from her, Marinette.

Chat Blanc was one of the last episodes of s3. Safe to say she probably won’t be breaking into anything anytime soon (theres some debate over the chronological order of the episodes, but if I recall this one takes place either in the last four or five episodes on most lists). She nearly lost her kitty for good after all--that’s not a price she’s ever been willing to pay.

This likely wouldn’t have happened at all except Mari’s life as ladybug has caused her to become accustomed to certain behavior in order to keep her secret. Yeah Mari stole Adrien’s phone right out of his locker—and no that wasn’t okay. But remember when she stole her textbook back from Alya? Taking it right out of her bag when Alya wasn’t looking? Just so you know, in the French version, Mari tells Tikki she wrote her name in that textbook. So her secret identity was in grave danger and she had to act quickly.

You’re damn lucky Alya didn’t crack that book open the minute she got it, Mari.

Anyhoo the point is this: Mari is applying what she has come to know as “acceptable behavior i do to protect my secret identity” to her situation with Adrien and misinterpreting it as “acceptable behavior I do to keep Adrien from possibly rejecting me and crushing my soul.” And in her head, they’re similar even though the consequences of either secret coming out are vastly different.

Really think about the context of that voicemail she sent Adrien—if she had accidentally butt dialed Adrien while taking to Tikki about her life as Ladybug and then had to go steal his phone to keep him from learning the truth the fandom wouldn’t have had nearly as much beef with her over that as she wasn’t the one who created the “secret identities rule.”

The reason the two secrets are equally crucial in keeping, in Mari’s mind, is likely due to her overwhelming anxiety. Which even before she became the Guardian of Paris and then the Guardian of Miraculous she was still an anxious person.

She didn’t have much confidence or even a large support network. But in the span of one day she was entrusted with the safety and well being of every single person in Paris.

She didn’t believe she was cut out for being Ladybug but was denied the option of refusing the position and told to just do her best.

She knew going out she would likely screw up the job and given her task failure wasn’t really an option.

Then her worst fears were realized when she failed to capture her first akuma and many citizens were turned into stone statues. The only way to turn them back was to allow Ivan to be akumatized so she could defeat him and take his akuma. The very knowledge of which crippled her and caused her to give up the ladybug earrings.

She tried to go back to her normal life but couldn’t. Ivan was akumatized, Alya’s life was in danger and Chat Noir was struggling to the point he got captured and needed her help. So she took up being Ladybug again in order to help them.

What was she supposed to do? Watch?

From the very beginning she had no say in the matter. Her life as Marinette wasn’t and isnt easy—she has plenty of her own problems but she was given a Miraculous and basically condemned to being at war with Hawk Moth indefinitely.

Ever give a thought as to why the French government allow these two vigilante teenagers to handle the situation? Because ordinary people can’t. In other words if Mari thought only of herself she would give up the fight and ignore all the ensuing damage. But she can’t. And she won’t. She has a job to do. She could give up her miraculous but that would mean taking the pressure off her shoulders and dumping it all onto someone else just as it was dumped onto her. She cant bring herself to do that and even if she could—who would she possibly give it to?

Just imagining that kind of pressure makes me want hurl from nerves. And as of the S3 finale its gotten worse as she has lost Fu, the person who could give out Miraculouses to other people in case she never comes back one day.

Hawk Moth would win. Game over. That’s what it would mean.

Ladybug and Chat Noir know what Hawk Moth winning would mean better than anyone else does. Of course they won’t walk away from this fight. But that means they have to juggle their double lives until its over, and apparently have to do it again with a second hawk moth later on in the future.

And again, even before all of this Mari had a lot she suffered from. Chloe bullying her, feeling lonely, being clumsy. Clumsiness is mortifying--it truly means suffering. Being the class clutz is like being the class laughingstock. Mari seems to handle it fairly well.

Until she’s around Adrien. I mean look at her!

Poor girl can’t stand looking so uncool in front of her crush. Even though he seems to find her clumsiness endearing.

Going off what was said in my “Debunking: Adrien is perfect” post, Marinette is hyper-sensitive to Adrien’s situation despite not really knowing the full extent of his suffering.

Marinette doesn’t know Gabriel is Hawk Moth either, but she does understand Adrien is lonely, isolated and in need of a source of love and comfort. She also understands to some degree that his heart is delicate, so she constantly handles him with kid gloves and looks on him with a perfection filter. We see how Mari reacts to upsetting Adrien in Malediktator when she softly whispers an apology after Adrien expresses his sorrow over everyone celebrating Chloe’s departure. She seems pained and distraught over causing him to be upset. Thus the reason Marinette calls Adrien perfect isn’t that she never sees any of his flaws--she just cannot acknowledge or process them under these conditions. She’s too busy trying not to hurt him.

Marinette can comprehend Adrien’s situation, couples that with her own past experiences of bullying/ loneliness/ being a clumsy laughingstock. That combined with her love for him and her anxiety-warped common sense, led to the behavior which has earned her some disapproval from the fandom at large.

But really? Marinette’s not a terrible person. Anymore than Adrien is.

Adrien’s sometimes-obnoxious-flirting is brought on by his desire to “not look lame” in front of Ladybug. Ergo, his own insecurities are amplified around her because he too lacks confidence.

Likewise Marinette’s stammering and clumsiness are amplified around Adrien, as is her anxiety and her desire to be cool in front of him.

They both feel they have to prove themselves to the other in some regard. And they both have past and present experiences that have left them hurting and/or warped their judgement in some ways.

This doesn’t make Mari’s irrational behavior any more acceptable than Adrien’s troubles make his leading Kagami on and lying to Ladybug acceptable. It’s not acceptable. But Mari is no more deserving of hate than Adrien is.

They’re just a couple of stressed out kids, folks

#long post #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette #adrien agreste #adrien #miraculous ladybug

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2020 Year in Review

@metalbvcky tagged me and it seemed fun, and I needed something to do while eating snacks and avoiding writing. It’s turning out harder than I thought to write fae!Bucky.

Anyhoo! On with the questions!

Total number of completed stories

Wow. I’ve posted 40 stories in 2020. That seems like a lot.

Total number of words

Again. Wow. I wrote 253,561 words this year.

Fandoms written in

Marvel (Mostly Irondad, but Stucky and some other pairings too)

The Old guard (though it was only one short fic)

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

Definitely more than I expected. I forget they all add up. Like it’s so crazy to me that my total ao3 word count is over 800k now.

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

I love so many of them, but I think right now my fav is Longing to Love You. I just adore that story. It’s surprisingly canon given that Bucky has horns. It follows their lives up until post The Winter Soldier. It just makes me so happy to reread. The whole experience of writing was great, and I now I’ve started a fae!Bucky story because I’ve fallen in love with creature!bucky stories.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Not really, but then, kinda? I wrote a gritty Peter is addicted to heroin story that wasn’t pretty and it got some visceral reaction. It’s called Looking for normal, but finding shards of glass.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

I think I am going to embrace to my smutty inner self and try to write some more adult fanfics.

I want to finish my fae!Bucky story