#how to get silver in war robots

[thefallenangelsgang]

Fuck it, I'm throwing my hat on the ring about the Emil announcing Nate from Fallout 4 is the bystander Soldier in the Fallout 1 opener.

First and foremost, it was a stupid thing to say. As he backtracks to later, the conceit of Fallout's protags is they are supposed to be anyone (and that issue is precisely why some people hate the extensive prewar character background given to you in Fallout 4). For the lead writer to pull a JK Rowling (why would you do that? None of those went over well) is such a major marketing misstep that it wouldn't surprise me if Emil gets reprimanded for it before we even get into the implication of what he said.

Emil your voice is as good as God when it comes to the canon. You can't just say shit like that and expect it to go well. Especially considering the implications.

Speaking of the implications, I'm not mad about Nate being a war criminal. It's a coloring I actually would welcome if the games discussed concepts like Capitalism, Racism, and War in any meaningful way anymore. And if Emil also didn't say this.

Fallout's canon is rooted in reality. That is part of its whole thing. It's fun to do goofy shit like becoming the Silver Shroud and having a make believe superhero fight with the Mechanist or write a woman obsessed with Nuka Cola so much she traverses two games to basically kidnap the CEO's cryogenically preserved head so she can talk to him for all eternity, but the setting is very much rooted in reality.

You aren't dealing with fictional countries, you aren't dealing with fictional races, you aren't dealing with fictional hypotheticals. That is The Elder Scrolls job. You are dealing with actual countries, actual racism, actual history, and actual fucking politics. You have to be mindful of what you are doing and saying. You can't just do things because it's an interesting plot device without first thinking about the implications.

Fallout's world is a heightened version of our own, a path we seem to stumble towards with ever passing year unless we do something about it. It fucking sucks. I'm sure writing it feels like prophesizing the future and eats your soul a bit. It would mine. But that doesn't mean Fallout can just take a sharp left in terms of story and reality and get away with it.

To have Nate be the bystander Soldier and then meet him when he has a very good thing going for him (an expensive house during an inflation crisis, a robot butler, he gets into a vault for free for fucks sake) very much speaks to life rewarding him for his crimes. There is no hatred in his words when he looks at the flag of the country that made him kill innocents. His speech is speaks of remorse for leaving his family and the cycle of war, it does not speak of the horrors. Of watching you comrades bleed out in the Anchorage snow. Of the scream of shells overhead. Of the fear in civilians eyes as your buddy puts a bullet between them.

You all have to see how it looks like the man is fine with what he had to do during the war, right?

Not interacting with these concepts enough paints a picture of apathy and acceptance. In this day and age where being keeping the government honest and responsible for their actions is so important, that isn't going to slide without it being EXTREMELY purposeful, which it is not. It's tone deaf and lazy.

I respect a lot of what Emil has done in the past, but I am not above keeping him culpable when he has something so delicate in his hands. I hope this situation is what he needed to get his head on straight, or is the light bulb moment where he realizes he needs to pass the torch onwards. There is no shame in subject matter becoming too much as time goes on. There is shame in letting a previously critical series become the very thing it was criticizing.

He is going to keep getting dragged until he realizes that or he manages to convince the fans to be complicit in the degradation of setting. In doing so he is going to lose Bethesda most of its biggest fans who well and truly love the series and what it stands for.

But that's just my take, and I'm just a kid who studies polisci and history and can't shield myself from the inherent horror of nuclear war no matter how much I try.

War really never changes

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #fallout 2 #fallout tv series #fallout tv show #emil pagliarulo #bethesda

[kookidough]

AGRGAGRGAV i always ponder how alenoah reunion would go because like . it could go So many different ways

like how do they feel about each other now?? i always feel like after world tour is over, noah’s irritation would fizzle out and he’d be back to winning the idgaf war, accepting that in the end it was just a game and alejandro ended up playing better than him

alejandro’s feelings on the subject feel more complex to me like. does he accept the fact that, while noah’s words were harsh, they held some truth?? i view his reaction to noah talking behind his back as very telling of how close they were (despite the relatively short amount of time they spent together)

personally i think that pre-london they were close friends because they could match each other’s humour/wit, like how they laugh at tyler on the runway and when alejandro tells a mean-spirited joke regarding lindsay’s intelligence he tells it to noah, and Cmon guys, i know it was a team challenge but they still spent like 18 hours traversing the amazon together i just know they bonded during that!!! i wont even get into the fact that they’re always standing next to each other / hanging out in the background because i will be a pigeon pecking at crumbs and ive already gone off topic from the original reunion idea

anyway i think alejandro was mad because he thought he could consider noah a friend but he can see noah maybe doesnt feel the same way + hes a threat anyway soooo bye bye noah, question is would he hold a grudge over it and if yes then how long for

and what r they doing in their lives now when they meet again?? is alejandro still with heather or did that doomed relationship crash and burn (again)? is noah with emma or did things not work out after the race? and of course this differs depending on which world tour ending you’re going for, because is alejandro finally a winner or does his family still view him as the runner up they’ve always seen him as, second place silver in a robot suit, never quite good enough for gold (had to go off topic again, burromuerto family angst Gets Me)

would they miss the brief friendship they had? does noah ever meet a contestant on another one of him and owen’s reality shows and get a fleeting reminder of alejandro when they flirt or flash him a smile? does he get tired of no one else being on his wavelength and cast his mind back to that one boy that was? does alejandro ever turn on the tv and spot noah on one of those dumb shows?? and if he does what does he think?

ough i got off topic so many times i love thinking abt them in the future, they dont even have to reunite i also enjoy the bittersweet angst of right people wrong time/place… i think things would’ve been better for them if a million dollars wasn’t on the line

also i am not reading all this before i post it so if there are mistakes or it doesnt make sense then . pretend u didnt see it ^_^

#long ramble #alenoah #im literally not normal about them #ive had brainrot all day #i hope they explode #total drama #td alejandro #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #td noah #total drama noah #im mentally eel #there are brief mentions of other characters but i cant be bothered tagging them #total drama world tour #tdwt

[spadecentral]

♥️ Heart to Heart | TWST

>> requested: sort of, for an anon >> a/n: sometimes we all just need a hug

>> masterlist: ramshackle >> summary: the different ways of how the twst boys would hug you >> reader prns: not specified >> warning(s): can be viewed as platonic or romantic (except for ortho, his is only platonic); in order of dorm

Riddle; He doesn't show it, but he really does like hugs. He'll slowly wrap his arms around your waist, and pulls you into his grasp tightly. He likes to just listen to you breathe.

Trey; His hugs are tight but firm. You can feel his presence strongly, like you know that he cares for you. He likes to rub his hand on your back.

Cater; Has a loose grip. Keeps a thin layer of air in between you two, just incase you get uncomfortable. He gets surprised if you close the gap.

Ace; Likes to scare you from behind. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his head on top of your right shoulder.

Deuce; He gives tight hugs. Likes to give a little extra squeeze before he lets you go. He also sways from side-to-side because that's what he and his mom did when they hugged for forever.

Leona; He will drag you down to the floor with him. Likes to hug before taking a nap, turning you into his pillow.

Ruggie; He taps you on your left shoulder before hugging your right side. You know who it is every time, but you can't help but amuse him.

Jack; He gives tight hugs. But they're always soft and warm. He will lift you off your feet, but only if you say it's okay.

Azul; He doesn't enjoy hugs that much. His go-to is more of a side-hug with one arm. Likes to lightly squeeze your arm before he lets go.

Jade; He likes to slowly snake his arms around you. He also enjoys resting his head on top of yours.

Floyd; He finds it fun to hug you! He won't hesitate to pick you up and possibly shake you around a little, even without permission.

Kalim; He's very much a hugger. Warm hugs with just the right amount of squeeze. He's had practice with the amount of siblings he has.

Jamil; His hugs are often quick, since he is always worrying about Kalim. One-armed hugs are a usual, and he likes to rest his head on your shoulder for just a second before he's off again, chasing after Kalim.

Vil; He doesn't give tight hugs on the regular, in fear of ruining his uniform. Likes to instead pat you on the head lightly, squeeze your shoulders, and rub your arms.

Rook; He likes to give hugs in private. He puts his hat over your head, covering your eyes before giving you a hug. That way for a second he can relax in your arms, without having to watch the people watching him.

Epel; He gives tight country hugs. His hugs feel like when you come home from a long trip and you just want to see your family again.

Idia; He isn't one to initiate hugs. He jumps a little and his body gets stiff when you hug him. But if you hug him for a little while, he starts to calm down and molds to fit your hug.

Ortho; He loves giving hugs! He especially likes hugging your side right under your arm, so you're forced to hug him back. He likes to lightly stand on your foot too. You don't tell him if it hurts.

Malleus; When he gives hugs it often feels like he is absent from them. He hasn't yet mastered the art of hugging, but he does enjoy hugging you. He's sure that with practice he will be able to hug fairly well.

Lilia; He knows how to give a good hug. His hugs feel like the last hug you would get before going out to war. They're tight and heartfelt each time.

Silver; His hugs are sleepy. He'll lazily wrap his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder, using you as support to stand up.

Sebek; He seems like a robot when he hugs you. He's very stiff, and takes him a while to break this. He doesn't know his own strength though, and when he can hug comfortably, his hugs always knock the wind out of your chest.

>> twst taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @ghost-hyacinth | @gh-0st-y | @ch3lun | @oseathepebble | @ventisaircurrent | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @mystaposts | @ze-maki-nin

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #@.twst.works

[cutthroatcarnival]

Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless

Tags/Warnings: Canon-typical violence, possession

Wild equips Majora’s mask, and the leftover darkness inside takes over.

Read it on AO3!

Puppet Boy

“Wild?” Twilight inched closer to the champion, brushing off Warriors’ cautious hand. He squeezed between Hyrule and Four; both took uneasy steps back.

The teen in question was frozen in place, stuck in the motion of placing a mask on his face. That mask… the eyes bore into him, giving him the sense that someone- no, something was watching.

Wild slumped forward, causing shouts of alarms to raise among the heroes. Twilight felt a hand on his shoulder pull him back. Time stepped in front of him, the slightest of tremors visible in his hands.

“I don’t-” The cook’s voice was quiet, cutting off as his body jerked up robotically, forcing him to stand. Time’s eye never left Wild, cataloging every little movement and sound.

“Get your weapons and shields.” Wild’s arms had jerked back up to the mask, hands gripping at the edges. Sharing a look, the remaining 7 heroes snapped into action, gathering what they were told.

“What’s wrong with Wild?!” The way the mentioned hero was moving was like someone was tugging on strings, forcing his arms and upper body to sharply move. Wild’s hands were forced off the mask- the way his arms hung made him look like a puppet.

That wasn’t Wild anymore. Not completely.

“I- I’m sorry.” He twitched violently before falling still.

The mask shook, as if it were taunting someone childishly. Time felt his lungs stutter, refusing to move his gaze away, locked in with whatever evil swirled inside the painted wood, whatever evil that had possessed Wild.

“Old man, he’s got a knife-“ Time was barreled over by the teen, bringing his hands up in time to catch his wrists, stopping the weapon just inches from his face. Wild did not relent. With a yell, the older hero forced the other up, using his leg to knock the teen over.

Wild broke out of the grapple and rolled away, standing up with an unnatural speed. The mask shook again, more violently this time, and it dawned on him; it was forcing him into a backwards game of cucco. If he wanted to win, Time had to rely on the possessor’s moves.

In a flash of silver, the knife was thrown at him, Wild’s body tilted to the side as the mask mocked and laughed. And Time- Time didn’t have a shield, or his armor. He was open and exposed, he couldn’t dodge or roll, that would leave the others vulnerable. So he stood there, frozen, watching the knife fly closer, almost as if it was in slow motion. He didn’t want the journey, or his life, to end like this.

A shield was brought in front of him, the knife sinking into the wood.

“How do we win this?” Warriors. The captain lowered his shield, plucking the protruding weapon out and tossing it to the side. Wild made no move towards it.

Time knew that whatever the aftermath was would leave Wild hurt. He would come out of this possessed state aware of everything that had transpired.

“We have to get that mask off,” he shifted his stance, “Wars, Twi, you two will need to help me pin him down, but we have to keep him distracted long enough.”

“Say no less.” The other heroes had come up behind him, all brandishing different items. They quickly spread out, forming a slightly misshapen circle around the possessed hero.

Wild lunged at him, the entity of the mask sensing the challenge, accepting the challenge. Time may not be as spry as the others, but he knew how to dodge and draw out a fight. He rolled out of the way, causing Wild to skid, nearly slamming headfirst into a tree. Without a chance to right himself, Wild was flipped into the air with a ball of gold magic. He landed on his front with a thud, but staggered up, the mask twitching angrily, locking on to Time. Wild rushed at him in a full-out sprint.

The force knocked Time to ground, and his head slammed against it, disorientating him enough for the possessed Wild to climb on top of him. Time was uncomfortably close to the painted wood, but with that proximity, he could hear Wild. Wild was muttering a mantra under the mask.

A familiarly colored whip wrapped around the champion’s waist, and with a faint yell, was pulled towards Sky. Time scrambled up and straddled Wild’s torso, pinning his arms with his legs. Twilight and Warriors rushed in, pinning his legs into the ground. Sky, having dropped the handle of his whip, dropped at Wild’s head and grabbed it, forcing his head to stay still.

Taking a deep breath, Time lodged his fingers under the mask, bumping against Wild’s jaw. Whispering an apology, he pulled. A scream ripped out of Wild, and he could feel him trying to thrash. He tugged harder, tearing another scream from Wild, and he felt the mask give way, ripping the rest of it from the teen’s face.

Wild screamed as the mask peeled from his face. The wooden item was tossed to the side once he was free. Tears were streaming down his face, and sobs tore out of his chest.

“I’m sorry- I couldn’t,” he hiccuped, “I couldn’t hold it back.” Time removed himself from Wild, watching the other three copy him. Twilight gathered him in a hug, holding him there as he wept.

#linked universe #lu wild #lu chain #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #majoras mask #wild gets possessed #fun times right? #mars writes #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024

[siphersaysstuff]

MAY MECH MARATHON

So for May's Patreon-backed @tfwiki toy picture batch, I got a wild hair. After last month's Exdimensions update, I realized that the wiki was missing Legend of the Microns (Armada) Exdimensions Twist (Makeshift), the only XD Emergency Team toy I hadn't done. So I did him up. Hooray!

Then the next day I was staring at the raw photos I took of Retro Hot Rod, which were in my Patreon "working" folder because I didn't have a "Retro" repository folder because I am almost certainly not going to get any others in this line, so I did his pic up... besides, it's the "flagship" toy of the line, it should get unique imagery. God he's gorgeous.

At that point I went " to hell with it" and decided that for each weekday in May, I'd do one toy pic from a random, whatever-I-felt-like selection. No overarching theme, and trying to hit a pretty broad swath of toylines and timeframes. Thus...

Not sure why I picked Universe Magna Stampede next. I actually had to dig him up to take these pics. I think I'd just chanced upon his stock imagery, which was craptastic and also showed the axe split in two, which I'm certain the toy is not supposed to do, and went "no, I'm'a fix this.

And this last week's updates...

I picked up Decoy Smokescreen for cheap at TFCon, and really, the wiki's Decoy coverage has been... lacking. Mostly in that they were sold in so many colors and different ways in Japan that the wiki barely touches on. Smokescreen's page is now the template for how Decoys should be, so I'll get to those in time.

There's not much story here with Animated Lugnut. Most of the wiki's Animated toy imagery is stock, and while stock quality had improved since 2003 (it'd almost have to), it's still not great. Taking pics of the real, final-release toy will almost always be preferable for a number of reasons.

Takara's Mega Super Collection Figure Starscream was part of the big early-2000s burst of G1 merch in Japan. A 5-inch fairly-posable soft-plastic figure with swappable parts, he and a handful of other big-name characters were made, plus several Legends of the Microns headliners.

Power Up VT6 is from the "Real Gear Robots" subline of the 2007 Transformers movie series, one of a large range of 1:1-scale toys that transform from personal electronic devices into robots. He's also one of the few whose altmode is not almost totally outdated. The Cybertron-based stickers on the early Real Gears led to the belief that these were canceled /re-assigned Cybertron toys, but nope! They were made specifically for the movie line, it's just that in order to get them into production, they had to get those decals out fast.

Remember Attacktix? No? Not shocking. Hasbro had an admittedly cool idea for an action tabletop game, started the line with Star Wars, and moved on to Transformers. Yes, officially, you could have Optimus Prime fight Darth Vader. Battle Ravage was one of the booster-pack common pieces (laughably officially "Rare"). You rolled his base forward a set number of "tix" (a clicky-thing in the base counted them off), then could use his spring-loaded waist to swing the mace-ball in the hopes of knocking over your opponent's pieces. There's other rules but that's the jist of it. Each booster-pack piece commonly came with a black base, but there was a roughly 1-in-8 chance of getting a silver-chrome base one, which had no gameplay differences but it was shiny. Sadly, the whole Attacktix line was cancelled after only one series of Transformers pieces were released, with several more based on Generation 1 shown off but doomed to never see release.

Next Saturday, I'll update with the pics done over the course of this coming week!

And remember, if you like these big pic jaunts, you can help make this bigger and better by tossing a tip via Patreon. Just look up "gregstfwikipics" at that site! You can even help pick a monthly theme!

#transformers #tfwiki #generation 1 #transformers generation 1 #transformers g1 #hot rod #transformers armada #mini-cons #starscream #transformers animated #lugnut #transformers movie #real gear robots #transformers toys

[steam-powered-chaos]

Truth (Chapter 7 of New Beginning)

(WARNING: This chapter contains a brief reference to attempted suicide and depictions of death. Reader discretion is advised)

I killed her…

The gun was in my hands, I shot her dead

My mother

Data woke up with a mechanical screech, hitting Rabbit in the face as they flailed off the work table, oil streaming down their face from their eyes as they let out a choking sob, tucking themselves under the table, slapping and hissing at anyone who tried to reach for them. The Spine leant down, as if to reach out towards them, when The Jon slid in front and stood in front of their hiding place.

“Leave them alone! They’re upset, they need to calm down!” The Spine moved back, surprised, but nodded with a slight proud smile and stood back up, going to talk with the others on what to do, although Upgrade and Zer0 had been told to go play, (as well as G.G. but she refused) The Jon sat down, not touching Data but staying near enough for them to initiate contact when they needed it.

Data kept crying, holding their knees and eventually clinging to The Jon, sobbing into his suspenders whilst he patted their back, hushing them gently.

“I killed her Th’Jon- it was all a lie! I’m a monster..” They sobbed even harder, The Jon pulling away slightly to wipe their eyes a little. “I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you’re my friend, tell me what’s wrong?” They looked up a little, wiping their eyes and leaving oil stains on their hand. They nodded, trying to soothe themselves, failing and wrapping their arms around G.G. who had trotted over to be cuddled.

“…She tried to get us out of the war, so they sent her away to be court marshalled, they told me to shoot her! They made me hurt her!-… I couldn’t bear what I had done… I threw myself into no-man’s land the next day..” They sunk into themselves in shame and horror, gripping at their arms as if they could tear away the memories as The Jon listened in horror and pity. He slowly pulled their hands away from their arms, looking up as The Spine knelt down to speak on the two robot’s levels.

“…It wasn’t your fault Data, they reprogrammed all of us to listen to orders without question after WW1.. And I’m sure your mother would be so proud of the bot you are now…” He reached over, Data gladly accepting the silver robot’s embrace, as much as they disliked him, he gave very nice hugs. “You think so?” The Spine nodded, tightening his hug strength, with Data letting out a tiny hiss of steam. Soon enough, the rest of the bots joined the hug, Data in the centre, finally calmed, still broken, but healing, no matter how slowly.

“…I know what I want to be The Spine.” He glanced at them with a smile, nodding slowly to encourage them.

“I think.. I want to love.”

#spg #steam powered giraffe #fanbot #spg fanbot #hatchworth #rabbit spg #the jon #spg oc #the spine #Tw: reference to suicide #tw: death #Tw: angst #tw: war

[dynared]

I wanted to like EarthSpark. I think it does some interesting things. I really like Twitch, they somehow got me to enjoy Good Guy Megatron and I love Bumblebee’s almost meta characterization. But it just felt like a very weak show which never explored its concepts with any depth. That and the finale was a garbage fire. Oof.

Though I think one of my biggest problems is the weird disdain for humanity as a whole. Where you’re either part of the absurdly kind and accepting main family or stupid and/or evil. Where even the slightest discomfort with the people who dragged humans into a massive war they had no business with makes you despicable while the robots deserve to be treated well no matter how awful they are. I get it’s meant to be a bigotry allegory, but if I’m honest I just think it’s a really bad one. I’m not even a person who generally likes the human characters in Transformers stories, bar a few exceptions, but it really grinds my gears.

I also just get the really weird feeling from it that the writers aren’t comfortable writing for kids. So everything just feels dumbed down to an at times condescending level and feels weirdly afraid of interpersonal conflict beyond the first batch of episodes. Though I could be exaggerating. I’m kind of glad it got a second season since I think it can improve but I somehow doubt it will last long.

I don't want to hate Earthspark, or come off as a contrarian just because I like super robot stuff and don't like IDW stuff. I mean, there are things to like in Earthspark, but as I've discussed with a friend of mine, Earthspark feels like it's a bunch of characters in search of a plot. For better or for worse, I associated Twitch with Suletta Mercury because the two had that similar wide-eyed innocent energy and red motif, which endeared me to her almost immediately. I can take or leave Megatron as a more sorrowful/heroic figure, but at least he felt like he was genuine about wanting the kids to avoid the mistakes he made.

The problem is as characters, they don't really do anything. GHOST and Mandroid, as much as I adore Diedrich Bader's usually (he is the guy you want when you want a more Silver Age Batman) were not interesting villains because they weren't allowed to really do much besides be a blunt bigotry allegory, while at the same time, not really fitting the allegory. Readers of the recent Skybound comics know the kind of damage out-of-control Decepticons can pull, and humans aren't exactly being unreasonable in not wanting to deal with giant killer robots whom Earth's military has no reliable way of stopping, besides the goodwill of other giant killer robots, and a population that feels powerless. Considering Skybound has been implying such a situation horrifies the government into founding Codename: GI Joe specifically to combat the Decepticons, people are well within their rights to be scared. It's not a good allegory because most oppressed people don't have built-in chainguns!

The IDW era of Transformers stories, I presume as a reaction to the Michael Bay movies and the Unicron trilogy, did have a significant and notable hatred of the human characters. I mean, Cyberverse has a human in one scene. One. I think it's just using that framework to make your bigotry allegory, except the allegory doesn't work, and people have resoundingly rejected shows like Cyberverse.

As for your last point, I don't know if it's a case of the writers not understanding how to write to a children/family audience (if there's one thing kids hate, anyone hates, it's being spoken down to) or if they're just that adamant about hammering the life lessons to the detriment of everything else, hence the low stakes, flat villains, and blunt allegories.

I feel like most of my negative comparisons ultimately are based on the fact that the Skybound comics have proven that there's a better way to do this since those comics seem to be the first time since Animated that people writing Transformers stories get why people like mecha/super robot stories. And while I have no idea how the second season will turn out, I'm admittedly not expecting them to have learned their lesson. Then again, with the rumors that they want to get the live-action TV show going again, I imagine we're going to be in this weird sort of "leftover IDW" style writing malaise for a while since it will likely be years before enough Skybound comics are ready for a proper adaptation.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #twitch malto #skybound transformers #earthspark

[walpu]

Child!reader x Belobog: ~ Honorary member of the moles! ~ Sometimes they get together with Clara and the moles so they can play in Boulder Town or Robot Settlement ~ Tried to catch a snowflake in their hand at least once or twice ~ They already used Luka's robotic arm as a swing, with his permission of course ~ Whenever possible, the reader will root for him in his fights ~ Natasha does occasional check-ups on them ~ She also gave them a handmade doll ~ They sometimes mimic the silvermane guards they see walking through the Plaza ~ The Landaus think them as their little sibling ~ Serval sees in them a mixture of all three Landau siblings when they were younger ~ She loves when reader shows up at her shows ~ Serval also taught the reader how to play some chords on the guitar ~ Lynx always brings things from the snowy plain that she thinks the reader will like ~ She likes asking them about things that doesn't exist in Belobog. She also shared about Belobog's snow monster and they theorized together ~ Gepard is protective of them ~ Gepard secretly sings some of Serval songs with them when they are alone ~ Reader helps to water his flowers ~ Gepard always tries to teach them the right thing ~ While Sampo teaches them the wromg this ~ This scammer takes very good care of them, but Sampo has already given them good knowledge of how to scam people ~ Reader never uses them though ~ Despite this, Sampo gave good advice on how to avoid scams ~ Steal buy various gifts for them ~ "Are you two a couple?" From child!reader to Bronya and Seele ~ Seele is the reader's cool sister ~ Seele finds reader easy to get along with because they are a calm kid most of the time ~ Recommended them some cool comics that she remembered from her childhood ~ Overprotective sister ~ Bronya is the sister the reader worries about, because she is always working, and admires, because she is amazing ~ Reader reminds her of herself when she was younger ~ Bronya gifted them with the snow goblet from her childhood ~ Child!reader loves visiting Clara at the robot settlement ~ They always help Clara fix some robots when she's there ~ Svarog did the Clara spin with them once - reader found it extremely funny and wanted to do it again ~ Reader also played Aetherium Wars when the game was brought to Belobog ~ They went very far, but they didn't make it to the finals. They want to try again next year ~ Reader cheered when he saw Silver Wolf, shouting loudly "BIG SISTER SILVER" ~ Giovanni loved meeting them. Even because he had already heard about them from Sampo ~ Reader is Belobog's favorite museum guide. Visitors love it when they are there ~ Reader once ended up in the Fragmentum Zone ~ Everyone was panicking thinking that reader was in danger ~ But upon finding them they were calmly hanging around the monsters there

EVERYONE'S FAVORITE LITTLE SIBLING

they're so real for the bronseele comment

#child!reader

[tvmigraine]

Disney (Almost) Made an Anniversary Kamen Rider

You remember during the 2000s where Disney owned Power Rangers? It wasn't a bad era in terms of what was put out, but maybe I'm bias because I grew up with it. Running from Ninja Storm to RPM, Disney had a troubling run with the show - the quality was good for a kid's show, but Disney did not like making it. It's not a secret that they were trying to bury Power Rangers, the show only continuing after RPM because it was bought back by Saban. It doesn't feel like a coincidence they sold back Power Rangers less than a year after buying Marvel Entertainment.

And ever since, Disney has had no interest in Tokusatsu as a genre. You could argue the closest they ever came was Mech-X4, a Disney XD show about a kid controlling a giant robot to save his town.

Then rolls around the 100th anniversary. Tokusatsu is still as popular as ever in Japan and, while Super Sentai isn't as popular as it used to be, Kamen Rider has been going strong ever since it's revival in the Heisei Era.

If Disney wanna make money in Tokusatsu, it makes sense to put it in Kamen Rider.

This is the Imagination Belt. It was released last month and, honestly, I'm glad I got back into Kamen Rider in time to see the strangest anniversary celebration yet. It was produced by Bandai and I won't pretend this is officially a Kamen Rider product - it's made by the same company, but that's not enough to call it that.

But it sure takes a lot of the beats!

As a person who has previously rambled about a non-existent canon surrounding a Sonic Screwdriver toy, I really appreciate that this gives me more to talk about inherently. Kamen Rider historically has been getting more and more Riders with every era of the show and this toy is no different - ten different Disney icons made into marketable... keys... how did they not do Sora-

Nevermind, I'm glad they didn't.

The designs aren't great, I won't pretend they are, if you're a fan of Kamen Rider. It's clear the character designs were leaning closer to Kingdom Hearts (or even Spectrobes, if you remember that), so it's hard to judge them in terms of your typical Tokusatsu outfit. That being said, the consistency of the goggles does imply something about this uniform - if it's as important as the belt to be included on everyone, that's notable.

There's also a notable detail with the Imagination Belt itself - the Keys. Half of them are Gold, half of them are Silver, inherently splitting the team of Riders (Imaginators? Imagineers? Disney Adults?) in half. It implies simply that the goals of all the Riders don't align, that perhaps they're in a battle.

The Character Selection is also brought to mind. I imagine it's based on multiple factors, like popularity in that area and inclusion of specific brands... but that doesn't stop them being weird. Including specific representatives for Marvel, Lucasfilms and Pixar absolutely make sense - the choice of Woody is textbook. Iron Man equally makes sense, but the design has him look (personally) more like Lightning McQueen, which may just be a flaw of similar colour schemes.

But Grogu? Ya coulda picked anyone from Star Wars and... I get that The Mandalorian is probably the best received in pop culture... but the implications that he's getting his powers from a space baby is quite funny.

NOTE: The specific split of teams is Gold Keys belong to Mickey, Minnie, Simba, Woody and Iron Man - Silver Keys belong to Snow White, Moana, Tiana, Elsa and Grogu.

They also have built in power-up modes, specifically "Full Max" which seems to grant a power boost based on related characters - Mickey's Full Max gets help from Donald, Goofy and Pluto, meanwhile Simba has Timon and Pumbaa for example. But in your typical Tokusatsu, if your power-up involves other iconography, that tends to involve beating monsters. Are the monsters for "Imagination Belt" other Disney characters? Were Donald and Goofy evil beasts that had to be defeated? Did Woody have to beat Buzz Lightyear and the other Toys-Turned-Monsters? Minnie's Full Max is her with a cat, did Minnie Mouse have to fight a CAT?!

But onto the Lore Implications...

There's easily enough here to build an insane fanfiction, as you're about to see, but this does continue a point that I really appreciate about toys - kids, collectibles, whatever you want. You can tell your own story and it's not even difficult. Everyone has inherent creativity and, given a small amount of time, you can make any story out of any objects.

Case in point...

"Imagination Belt", to me, feels like Ryuki or Geats - it is a Rider War (Disney Adult War) where these two factions of "heroes" are fighting. It's probably against each other, Gold vs Silver, but you can imagine there are other monsters in between as your usual plot hooks.

The "Riders" of this world likely have their powers from raw imagination - passion for something that manifests in the Keys, giving them power in return. If the imagination becomes twisted.

Based on appearances, the Iron Man and Grogu Riders probably are leading both teams, the conflict started by the both of them and spiraling from there. Mickey is the obvious protagonist, Grogu looks like he'd make a good rival to keep the protagonist moving forward.

And there may be only ten official keys but Disney is an all-consuming black hole of creativity. There could be a lot more and you know it.

#tokusatsu #disney #disney 100 #imagination belt #kamen rider #power rangers #Youtube

[memento-mori-twilight]

I blame Batman: Failsafe for everything happening in Gotham War rn.

The whole failsafe machine that the Zur En Arrh alter ego (which was never an alter ego in its previous conception, but just a name Bruce adopted when he became essentially Superman in a different planet) made.

that was literally just an unstoppable robot that didn't really have any reason to exist or get activated beyond the writer just wanted it to.

Because woe behold that Bruce "explore all angles" Wayne makes a crime fighting robot that decides to strike before doing even the barest minimum of research.

A failsafe machine that only was designed with Batman in mind (oh and with Kryptonite blades for Superman just because)

In an issue that had Batman literally fall from space and survive atmospheric reentry with just his cape, cowl, a bit of space debris, and his squishy human body BECAUSE BATMAN, even though his ass should be either space ash or crimson goo scattering over the Artic.

And God, why is Zur En Arrh even this bastardized alter ego? Why do this?!?

During Failsafe, Zur En Arrh being the one in control of making/deactivating the murderbot (sans Alfred, who wouldn't have let this Zur En Arrh alter bullshit go for this long if he was aware of it anyway, but now that he's dead who cares ig) didn't make sense, especially with how we know Bruce usually has more than a few fallbacks to stop his shit going fully chaotic if they're as hair-triggered to set off like Failsafe was.

Zur En Arrh was never meant to be this terrifying. It was meant to be silly, a neat flashback to when Batman was able to do more for more people than he normally could. It was fun Silver Age goodness that should have been looked at fondly, not with disdain as readers are going to now.

And it's all Zdarky's fault. Thanks for ruining it. I'm gonna be over here reading Wayne Family Adventures until this gets retconned or firmly established in Elseworlds.

#batman #batman: failsafe #gotham war #zur en arrh #jason todd #because batman #bruce wayne #anti-Chip Zdarsky #anti gotham war #what did they do to you

[legobiwan]

Cut Scenes #1

Sometimes you have really good ideas, but they just. don't. fit. into your story (no matter how hard you try to push the triangle into the rectangle hole). So, as I get back on the writing horse (heigh-yo silver and all that jazz), have a continuing series of cut scenes that will likely never find a home. (Also known as, why am I giving these guys such an angsty backstory? I'm sorry, Mario and Luigi, one day I'll write you something that isn't my usual brand of melodrama. Maybe a baseball story because do I have ideas about who'd they be rooting for in 1980-whatever. Also, let's hope that some of these future cut scenes will also involve my Star Wars stuff, as well).

Anyway, Cut Scene #1, from an ongoing SPM fic I'm working on that's going to be a Mario POV during the events of Mr. L because apparently I cannot shake this storyline from my head.

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Yes, they had fought, had hurt each other, even. But never with the intent to truly do harm, to damage the other in a way that couldn’t be taken back, couldn’t be assuaged with a mumbled apology or mended with a desperate hug. 

Only once had Luigi attacked him with intent, with raw violence, but even then…

Luigi was stalking through the apartment, overturning papers and books, opening drawers and cabinets and closet doors with wild and noisy abandon. He emerged from the bathroom with a long, metal pipe, which he gave a few experimental swings, nearly taking out a stubby beige lamp perched on the edge of a ring-stained coffee table.  

"I'm going down to Red Hook and dealing with them," he muttered at Mario, "them" being the men who had plucked their father’s plumbing business right from under their noses, the deal finalized not even an hour after Dad's body had been laid in the earth. 

Like hell he is, Mario thought, picking his way across the cluttered floor as Luigi was busying himself wrapping the last roll of electrical tape around the base of his improvised weapon. 

Brick wall, Mario told himself, recalling his nickname from high school as he took position in front of the apartment door, crossing his arms against his burly chest. It didn't matter how much abuse Luigi hurled at him, he'd be a brick wall. It didn't matter if Luigi hated him forever, he'd be a brick wall. It didn't matter if Luigi started throwing punches, or tried to send his head over the right field wall of Shea Stadium with that damn pipe. Mario was going to stand there for the next twenty years if that was what it took. Because his baby brother was being an idiot and was going to get himself pounded into next year - or worse - by the Marinellis and their goon squad if Mario let him leave this apartment.

It went as badly as he expected, Luigi making the leap from insults and curses to spitting and threats, rushing at him, pipe brandished over his head.

Mario let it happen. He let his little brother slam metal into cheap plaster. Let him pound his fists against hard muscle and fragile bone. Let him carry out his rage again and again until they both collapsed into a sweaty, panting heap on the tacky linoleum floor, Luigi half in Mario’s lap, sobbing into his brother’s bloodied, torn shirt.

...but even then, Luigi had been acting out of hurt, out of anger and pain. Not staring Mario in the face, cackling wildly about the end of the world while calling a gigantic laser-shooting robot to his side.

#hello there #writing #the eternal struggle #luigi #mario #luigi brain rot #i'm still wildly amused that i've started writing fic for these guys #let's hope i can stay consistent this time #but this is the best i've felt about my motivation to write in a while (if not my current skillset which needs a little cerebral wd40) #so the overall prognosis is good #one day i will write humor again #that has to be a new challenge for me #something not terribly depressing hahahahahhaa

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

@diva-of-the-reef replied:

I’m wondering if Sage and shadow are like, at war with each other 200 years in the future or if sage just becomes a business tycoon with the most successful corporate empire on the planet and she and shadow rarely talk. Maybe she’s handling a shadow organisation that shadow constant thwarts? So many ideas...

My preferred vision for Future Sage In Silver's Era is highly specific. Okay basically ...

The whole thing hinges on the fact that Sage's tragedy as a character is that unlike Eggman, she isn't wrapped up in a permanent ego-trip, and so she's able to think up ideas and solutions which would never occur to Ego-man (i.e. "team up with Sonic"); however, she's blindly obedient and loyal to Eggman, and he's kind of fifty-fifty on even listening to her when she tells him something he doesn't want to hear!

In my idea, this ironically leads to a happy ending. When her old man finally kicks the bucket, her simulations on the "violently conquer the world and transform it into a monument to Father's ego"-plan show a success rate of zero percent, and he's not there to say "do it anyway" anymore. So for starters, she just ... doesn't. Sonic and Shadow reach out to her, and she goes along with it, becomes proper friends with them. Grunkle Shadow is also family, after all! They can help her recover from (vague gesture at everything about Eggman), help her gain independence from the idea of being "just Eggman's daughter." Teach her to be her own person, to find her own way in life.

And in that way, she gains everyone's trust. No need to blow it all on her daddy issues! In fact, hey, she's great at running simulations and probably inherited a bunch of Egg Knowhow, why not start, y'know ... selling out her services! She's got Shadow at least to vouch for her (even after Sonic and everyone else is gone), everyone knows that he and Omega would be there to thwart her if she tried to do something evil. And she's not gonna let anyone else use her services for evil either, of course! Eventually, she starts getting the ear of different heads-of-state, maybe even help out in people's homes using some sort of distributed intelligence stuff ...

... and long before the 200-years-from-now, she's basically running the whole world, at everyone else's behest. It's only pragmatic to make it a veritable utopia, too, so that nobody wants to "overthrow" her!

There's any number of ways this could go, of course, but in my idea, the twist is that there is no twist: she isn't secretly evil, she's not setting it all up so that she can conquer everything later, she genuinely does have the world's best interests in mind and wants it to be a utopia. Her father threatened the entire world, and she lives to serve, so now she serves the world itself!

That said, for Eggman, it was never about ruling per se. He wasn't a people person, and with anything that wasn't fully automated and programmed to obey his every command, he couldn't govern his way out of a wet paper bag; he just wanted it to be illegal for anyone on the entire planet to not be worshiping him 24/7. Which means that if he does cause problems from beyond the grave with i.e. some kind of time-delayed Cunning Plan set to go off after his death, his robots might have objections to how Sage has been running things! Good thing she's got the help of a great-uncle who's the Ultimate Life Form, a killer robot "brother", and hey wait, her data-network has just recorded the birth of a hedgehog named Silver ...

#sonic #silver the hedgehog #sage #sage sonic #sage the ai #sage robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #shadow robotnik #sonic the hedgehog #future sage #future shadow #robotnik family drama

[wysteria-bloom]

𝐓𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𖧷༄

Silver rings glinted beneath the moonlight like the sparkling snow of the ever-frozen nation of Snezhnaya.

And as cold as the nation is, it's citizens could rival it's everlasting winter.

Ten out of the eleven Fatui Harbingers sat within the cold meeting room, encased by the sultry glow of the moon as it shone through the large window that stood behind the large mahogany table.

It was quiet within the room. Not a peep was heard from the Harbingers as they awaited for their guest to finish her final puff of her cigerette.

And once again, those silver rings encaptulated their attention as her tired eyes seemed to reflect the cold glint of the metal.

Chapped lips breathed out the deadly smoke as though it were like oxygen, and in a twisted way the stick of tabacco was exactly just that to her.

It was a reminder that as a demi-goddess, she would be cursed to live forever.

The cigarette was a desire, a wish. It was something that would never be achieved.

For she could never die.

Finally, her cigarette died down. She envied the flame within it that slowly flickered until it's last.

[E/c] eyes that had been frozen by decades of trauma and lies met with eyes that rivaled hers. They burned with a fiery hatred that even the Archon of Pyro could never compare to it.

But the star-shaped pupil is what truly drew the demi-goddess' interest towards him.

Towards the Jester.

"You speak of ending Celestia," She began, her voice was that of a monotone robot, but there was a certain beauty to it. As though it could enchant anyone that listened to it long enough," but you have no inconceivable way of doing that, do you?"

Pierro, ranked number one of the Fatui Harbingers, didn't blink nor flinch at her words. He sat calmly within his chair, his steely gaze never leaving the immortal," Why should we be privy to any inquiry you have to offer when you are of the side of our greatest enemy." It was more of a statement than a question.

Smirking in amusement, [Y/n] leaned back into her chair lazily, her rings clinking against eachother when she threaded her fingers together.

Head tilting to the side, her eyes never broke from his," Oh, so you haven't heard?"

"What haven't we heard?" Tartaglia, ranked number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers, spoke up from his place with an impatient glint in his eyes.

His eyes reminded [Y/n] of the deep depths of the ocean.

Dark. Barren. And deviod of life.

"Perhaps you've heard of the growing tensions within Celestia, no?" Their silence urged her to continue," The God's are getting anxious. They're beginning to realise that those they trust are not who they seem to be on the surface... they've killed many of their own with no mercy... it's a civil war." she suddenly lifted the piece of her hair that was covering her eye.

Her left eye was a heavenly white colour, indicating that she had gone completely blind within that eye. A scar ran across the whole left-side of her face, indicating that she had been burned most likely.

Weak smile spreading across her lips when she saw the understanding glint within Pierro's eye, she let the hair fall over her face once again.

"Any information you require on Celestia is yours, all I request in return is to allow me the honour of helping your Tsaritsa with achieving her goal, I assure you I will be a useful pawn to your game of chess," she bowed her head ever so slightly as a sign of respect, effectively shocking some of the Harbingers.

Having a demi-goddess that descends from the walls of Celestia bow to you is not a common occurance.

"And why should I believe a word that comes from your mouth?" Pierro hummed out, leaning forwards in his chair with interest," God's and Goddesses are well-known for their deceitfulness. How do I know if I should trust you to be willing to kill you're own kind?"

A soft laugh fell from her lips," I'm afraid I seem to be a step ahead of you."

The Harbingers seemed utterly confused.

"Care to elaborate?" Dottore hummed out, fiddling with his earring absentmindedly.

Sending him a cold smile, [Y/n]'s eyes glinted dangerously," I've already put an end to one of those wretched Gods."

The Harbingers were nothing more than shocked at her words, and upon being questioned as to how she did it, [Y/n] only closed her eyes and bowed her head as if recounting the events within her head like a film.

"Well... it was rather easy when you think about it," Then she grinned broadly, showing off her pearly-white fangs," After all... The only way to kill a God...

Is to betray them."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #harbinger x reader #i was very inspired by the new trailer #arlecchino and columbina will be mine when their banners drop no matter how broke i am afterwards-

[themetalvirus]

a few little ideas (EGGHOG POSTING)

tails flying a mile or so away from where a big robot is and dropping her hammer so she can recall it. and the handle is going at such high speeds that the whole hammer shoots through the robot like a bullet. bonus points if it shoots right thru the cockpit and the robotniks barely dodge it (funnay). theres a lot of shenanigans you can do with amy's hammer. like her picking up rubble with the spikes and inspecting it like food on a comically large fork. or using the absurdly powerful recall mechanism to do serious damage to robots or eggs. the cops think a big boomerang did it

also, shadow isnt allowed to gun down amy, but he CAN gun down civilians. so i'm imagining scenarios where she uses her physical body to shield innocent people from getting hurt... it can only do so much since she's just one person and very little, but she tries her best.

she also gets the advantage in fights despite the boys' general overpoweredness because A. she has cartoon hulk strength, her hammer does too B. she's known the egghogs for so long that she can predict what they're going to do a mile away. the fights are still tense, of course, but she knows how to block and predict and croquet their attacks away. only shadow comes close to matching her physical strength, and sonic's legs surpass it, but it doesn't play that big a role. a lot of their combat is mind games

theres systems in place in the cockpits of manned eggman empire vehicles that make it so when it goes off balance, the buttons in the dashboard cant be pressed without some additional input so that it can be clung to for safety. one too many misfired missiles taught eggman that lesson real fast. the materials have also gotten progressively more and more impact resistant. despite everything they're still FAR from perfect

i also love tails getting in on the fight in more tactical ways like the plane thing. or sneaking thru chaos and bonking silver so he loses focus on his pk. tails inflicts psychological war on silver in the battlefield. call me maybe on repeat at full blast fucked up silver's whole deal until he got used to it after the fourth time. silver startles easily so air horns near his head or face will throw him off, too. as he gets older it gets harder to break his focus (hes done some FOCUS TRAINING) but its not impossible. easiest way is always to just hit him lol

god. tails broadcasting that amy is SOMEWHERE in this city they're about to bomb for a new development (another giant shiny empty city) but they dont know where and eggman INSISTS that he cant just bomb her without even seeing it because where is the DRAMA, it needs to be PERSONAL DAMMIT!!!! and shadow is screaming internally

#exoticbutterstxt

[miseries-mistress]

Hey friend! 👋 how about some starwars fluff. Maybe a date night indoors?

RELAX | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Tonight was a rare night dedicated to your comfort after a tiresome day that dragged on for more hours than it should have. You had tugged yourself to the fresher when your duties for the day came to a conclusion while Obi-Wan dressed the room for an indoor date, embraced with the promise of relaxation.  

Warnings: female reader, fluff, purely fluff, literally nothing else but tooth-rotting fluff. W/C: 1674

Notes: it could be better, tbh, but i tried

star wars masterlist

The soft, quiet blue of the holo illuminated the otherwise dark space, with the occasional speeder flying past the window in a blur of light. Snacks of various kinds were set on the small table before the holo, along with blankets draped ceremoniously across the couch. Obi-Wan bustled around his large apartment that he was granted along with the rank of Jedi Master.

Truly, he didn't know what to do with the space, for he was only one person until you entered his life. Your entrance was reflected in his apartment by the way you organized the various belongings he owned, like the caf machine you tilted at a certain angle or even the articles of your clothing he often found lying about his after long nights spent in each other's company, without the watchful eye of the Jedi and its council.

Amongst all the secretive meetings you had with each other, nights like these that promised the rest of leisure after a tiresome day seemed to matter more than the hurried movements of blinding ecstasy you often yielded to. That's why he had set up a date of sorts…well, he's never been on a date before, so really, Obi-Wan was going off of what he thought counted as a date; watching holofilms was the closest he could get to that while basking in the rare silver of quality time. 

It wasn't as if you two lacked time together; that could be farther than the truth from the way you spend your nights together in the same plush bed to well into the morning, but your schedule today didn't coincide like it usually did. Typically your schedule provided you a couple of minutes together and then maybe teaching a class of younglings with one another, but today you two were stretched across separate sides of the Temple, Obi-Wan having to sit in meeting after meeting along with a hearing that took up a decent chunk of his afternoon while you were moving from training your own padawan to supervising a class of younglings…alone, which that in its right would exhaust anybody, Jedi master or not. 

Obi-Wan wanted to dedicate tonight to the promise of your well-earned relaxation while relinquishing time within the presence of each other, for it had been too long since you spent any meaningful time with each other that didn't include sleeping, waking up, or eating. More than anything, you deserved a distraction from your active life, and if he could grant you such a pleasure, he would make sure every mynute detail was perfect.

Obi-Wan took one last look around the room, ensuring everything was in place before you emerged from the shower. The sound of the water being shut off made his eyes wander to where the bedroom door was left agape, the steam slowly wafting out into the main room where Obi-Wan stood almost robotically. Gods, how he had missed you. He knew, he knew that he was apart from you less than a day, but the day had dragged on and on without an end in sight from the sleep-inducing meetings on more war, stuff Obi-Wan didn't particularly like involving himself in for the borderline of politics was not one he wants to cross.

Your head peaked out of the doorway, your curves draped in a loose fitted shirt as you stepped out into the room where Obi-Wan fussed over the blankets. You extend your signature, brushing against his to let you in, and his mental barriers give way just as he turns around, sensing your presence. You offer him a tired smile, peering around him to see what he had been leaning over to do. The room was eloquently set with the promise of tenderness. Each detail of it, from your favorite holofilm, staring back at you to a cup of warm tea, puts you in a place far beyond the stars, bringing along a sense of elation that pulls you deeper into the spiral of love. 

"I wasn't sure..."" Obi-Wan sheepishly rubbed his hands together, his eyes glistening with an embarrassed gleam at your awed expression. You took a step forward, embracing him and melting into his warmth. His arms snaked under yours to pull you deeper into the hug you seemed to be longing for. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his prickly facial hair skimming over your forehead as he pursued a kiss to your skin tenderly. The kiss might have been a simple point of contact, but its emotions convinced your heart to skip a beat and your chest to constrict with the earnestness of his feelings. There was a longing, one that made butterflies take flight in your stomach with the sincerity of his senses he was conveying to you. His lips left your skin a moment later, and his eyes gravitated to yours, sparkling under the faint blue glow of the holo. His body moves before he has time to react, and he's capturing your lips between his own, pressing every built-up desire and letting it tumble down the abyss of your heart. Your lips respond in kind, driving your passion as he leans into the temptation of your body. 

It was meant to be a simple kiss to unravel the whirlwind of tension growing between you two after all the impulsive shared moments filled with unbridled lust you managed to sneak to slake your desire during the past week. And while they all provided fruitful memories, they could never truly amount to those delicate moments where the rest of the world seemed to melt away as if the Maker was granting you a distraction from your turbulent life filled with violence and sorrow. The kiss was something in between. The passion, desire, the rush of it all was there, but underneath the layers of your hearts was a timeless empathy that seemed to thaw the simplicity of craving and reveal nothing but the volume of his affections that made you go weak and dreamy.

He released your lip slowly as if savoring the last silvers of your sweetness before letting your burning lungs fill with the lost air. Your head falls to his chest as Obi-Wan's hands rub benevolent circles up and around your spine, bringing you into an acquainted state of serenity while washing away all doubts and worries gathered throughout the day. 

"Better?" Obi-Wan's voice breaks through the veil of silence, and you nod before lifting your head from his chest. 

"All thanks to you," you replied, offering him a gentle smile, which he returned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. You peer around him at the couch he had meticulously set up before looking back at him. 

"Thank you," you softly whisper, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks as he realizes you are thanking him for the date. His head dips while his calloused hands move to rub up and down your arm. 

"We can't go out for dates, so I figured this was the closest thing to it. I wasn't sure what to do, so…" Obi-Wan mumbles, clearly embarrassed by his own feelings, but you chuckle, bringing your hand to his face as you cup it, your hand resting over his ticklish golden-red hair. He leans into the touch, his eyes softening with the homely tenderness you never seemed to get used to. 

"Thank you, my Obi-Wan." 

Those words resounded through his head in an endless repeat, bouncing through every corner of his skull. He's sure he must look foolish with how he's gaping at you, his eloquent words stuck in his throat, floating loosely in his mind. My Obi-Wan. His chest gives an unfamiliar clenched at those words, dumbstruck by the way they lit a fire in his very essence. He was yours; heart, soul, and body, all entwined with yours in such a way that they could never be truly separated. He concealed the wide, beaming grin that threatened to break across his face, hiding his inner joy at your words.

"Now, c'mon, general, I would like to watch the movie sometime tonight." He lets you lead him to the couch as you pull the blankets over yourself. Obi-Wan is still trying to process the admiration in your tone, the gleam of truth in your eyes, and your feather-light touches that nourish his deprived spirit of the affection it craved. He thrived on it, flourished even, on the increments of the love you so graciously blessed him with. He needed nothing more now than the feeling of you in his arms, nuzzled within his taut muscles. 

The movie played, the bright sounds and colors flashing over your entranced face as a gasp of surprise escaped your parted lips before the melodic sound of your laughter followed. Your body had lost all traces of trepidation, submitting fully to the desire of comfort with the taste of rest lingering in your movements. Obi-Wan happily spent the film admiring you, touching you in the purest way as if to prove that you were real. 

A man such as himself should not be allowed to lose himself in your divine presence, caress your supple skin with the trace of his finger and bask in the warmth of your body, relaxed and safe within his embrace. But, as the night grew older, you two couldn't be happier trapped within your rare moment of peace as the war raged on beyond the borders of Coruscant, he could forget everything that wasn't you, and for once in his life, he was okay with that. 

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x y/n #obi wan x fem reader #obi wan kenobi x fem!reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x you #obi wan my beloved #obi wan star wars #obi wan fluff #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenboi #obi wan kenobi fluff #star wars oneshot #star wars #star wars tcw #star wars prequels #star wars fanfiction #tcw obi wan #obi wan clone wars

[cloverisnonexistantbro]

I don’t share OCs a lot. I’m not someone who tends to do that- I’d rather straight up tell the story, but I have some sketches and stuff to get out of my notebook while I’m character designing for a RE S.T.A.R.S. Fancomic, soooooo…

Dr. Osmund Az (Ares Arena universe): (Long ass lore I’m sorry but idk how to summarize shit lmao)

Born 1929 in Sheffield, UK, Dr. Az is the founder and CEO of AzTech, a technology company that provides software and services for robotics. AzTech was incredibly successful, even developing and running a hugely profitable theme park widely known across America. Dr. Az and his company were picked up by the United States Army for military weaponry operations. These operations included manufacturing weapons and equipment, inventing new technologies, and more infamously, developing cybernetic-organisms by grafting carefully designed cybernetic devices onto living tissue. This involved humans and animals.

Osmund himself funded and headed the research in 1955 during the Vietnam War, leading the research teams and developing weaponry himself, making him an incredibly valuable asset to the military. His cybernetic-organic research was swept under the rug by the government, and his name kept its sparkling reputation throughout the years.

Until, of course, it didn’t. The unfortunate death of his son Atticus drove Osmund to experiment on humans in ways even the army couldn’t accept. Eventually, they pulled his funding, hoping to stop him, leaving him to end up experimenting on himself, and any poor unfortunate soul who listened to his silver tongue. These experiments had unique results on him- what was supposed to allow him snake-like capabilities such as the ability to reach black-out speeds for a split second and allow him vocal mimicry, also deformed his genetic makeup, resulting in his brain’s inability to recognize other people properly, creating a “predator-prey” makeup in his mind, and his jaw deforming, capable of dislocating and tearing apart his own cheeks with sharp serpentine teeth. Another experiment on his own hermaphroditism allowed him to mess with people’s auditory and visual perception (aka he could get in peoples heads and create hallucinations- basically the actual science behind that would be he has weird pheromone’s that are hallucinogenics.)

Uhhhhh. That’s it. That’s all I got. You’re still reading? Well sucks to be you I guess.

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