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itsgodepi · 1 month

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If I lose my mind | Ch. 9

Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 2.7k Also on AO3

You recognize his laugh now. Not the one recorded by the nosy photographers or the overstepping interviewers, but the real one. The way he leans his head to the side and his eyes turn into beautiful crescent moons. Those low chuckles as well, so carefree and sweet, resounding in your head and bringing you back to the hundreds of videos saved in your camera roll, the ones you have been watching for nights on end since you found that phone.

It is difficult to decipher if the goosebumps raising in your skin come from the happiness the mere sound induces inside you, or the fear of realizing how deep you have been dragged into this nightmare.

After landing in Belgium, Daniel’s first instinct had been to send you a message, an invite out for dinner which he admitted was long overdue. Two months had already gone by since you fainted in Austria —or better said, the day you woke up surrounded by a whole Formula 1 team in an unknow place—, two months since he fought with Nick in the middle of the track and promised to ‘talk later’. Two months.

Safe to say you were surprised enough to ignore the hundreds of messages higher on the chat. It’s better to take in this kind of news one by one.

“My friend said the steak tartare was amazing, you should have a look at it” Daniel offers when you lower your eyes to the menu, skimming over the dishes as if that could help you ignore the tingling on your stomach

Pursing your lips, you finally focus your gaze on the words written before you. “I don’t know if��” you begin to show your doubts about the raw dish, trying to locate it on the menu among the rest of unrecognizable food names.

Daniel can see the exact second you find it.

“Don’t you dare look at the price,” the driver threatens when your eyes widen at the quantity, eyebrows furrowed as you wonder if the meat is wrapped in gold or something “You’re not paying again, I’m telling you!”

“What do you mean again?” you ask through a chuckle, scanning the rest of the menu for a more reasonable option. After all, it is always Daniel who passes you gummies and other unhealthy treats under Nick’s nose when you are on the track, and not the other way around. It would have been impossible anyway, it’s only recently that you have acquired some form of payment.

Daniel calls for the waiter after a shake of his head, a smirk falling of his lips “Yeah, sure, I’ll let you play dumb now... gave them my card already, so no use in sneaking to the bathroom and paying behind my back”

To be fair, although you doubt you could have invited Daniel to more than a sip of coffee in the short time you’ve know him —you absolutely do not have the kind of money needed to invite a Formula One driver out, that’s become obvious, those kinds of antics do ring a bell or two.

After all, you may have picked them up from the best at that type of tricks: your father.

On your time away from home, you have found yourself holding onto the little pieces of your family which have so easily become a part of your personality over the years. Your father’s silent gestures of love, your mother’s caring nature, and honestly, being unable to talk to them had taken a toll on you. Probably, that is why you had melt into a poodle of tears when you heard your dad’s voice on the phone.

“¿A ti te parece normal estar dos meses sin llamar a tus padres? (Does it seem normal to you to go two months without calling your parents?) "

Even hearing his scoldings felt like the most precious moment of your life.

Charles had come crashing into the room as soon as he heard your cries, kneeling beside you on the floor thinking you might have hurt yourself with how fast you had run away to your room. His concerned look rapidly turning into one of confusion when you firmly held his hand and whispered between sobs “It’s my dad!”

The discovery of this new device had not only opened a channel of communication with your family, which had both been a blessing and a curse, but also brough an infinity of unanswered questions. Although the first few minutes of your conversation had been centered around your mother’s question about your wellbeing and if you had been eating well, it had not taken long until that precious moment was broken. After checking that you had been doing alright and apologizing for not talking to them, your father could not hold it any longer and started gushing about the amazing few races you had had before the break.

A reality check so sudden that it takes your breath away.

Their happiness and eagerness to congratulate you on the highest place of your career, managed to sober you up completely. You heart sinking with every compliment they threw at you, their desire to see you climb up in the sport, to see you win one day. “It will come” your mother says, as if any of this was real. As if they were real.

When you finally found your voice again, you had cut the conversation short with promises to call them soon —even if the mere thought of it made you nauseous.

This encounter only renewed your desire to break free from what had become you own personal prison, and that device was a new key for your escape. While the phone you had been carrying since the start of this journey only had a couple numbers from the team members saved on it, this one was filled to the brim with messages, photos,... a whole life encased in such a small object. Your life?

And somehow a main character in a large part of them was the man in front of you.

“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” Daniel queries with a half-smile, having clearly caught the way your eyes followed the delicious looking cake as the waiter placed it on the table

The colors rise to your cheeks in shyness, looking to the side while you jokingly sigh “Daniel, I won’t fit in the car if I keep eating...”

“You’ll drive mine then” he quickly resolves, taking a huge piece of the treat and offering the spoon to you. Honestly, you had swapped the list of amazingly sounding desserts for a simple tea because you felt too full to even think of eating anything else, but a spoonful of cake can’t hurt, right? “Have to wear the McLaren suit though”

Although you do it unconsciously, the look you give Daniel over the mouthful of cake, tells him everything he needs to know regarding your opinion on the bright orange race suit. The driver lets out a loud laugh, putting on his disbelieving facade as if that hadn’t been his intention in the first place.

“So nice hearing you criticize my team’s color, really, I don’t know why we stopped having lunch together. Yeah, not a clue...” Daniel scoffs, digging into his plate to drown his fabricated sorrows. So dramatic.

“I didn’t even talk!” you quip back to his amusement, just now having managed to get through the enormous bite of cake. Daniel only response is a disapproving shake of his head, and you let him have this one as you stir your tea. You are more interested in the second part of his grumbles “Why did we stop though?”

“Don’t know... I guess with the whole start of the season, new team and everything” Daniel relays with a frown, gesturing to the air as if to explain that life had gotten in between what seemed to be a tradition the two of you had. “And also, that fucking diet...” the driver snickers with a roll of his eyes, having thrown that last jab as joke to lighten up the mood after such serious turn of the conversation.

However, a soon as your eyes meet, he knows it’s been a misstep —even if it is just a coincidence that what he thinks is your how dare you say that? look is more of a what diet are you talking about? Look.

“Sorry, ‘shouldn't have said that” Daniel apologizes straight away, leaning back into his seat with a sigh and the last piece of the cake. The time it takes him to munch on the treat is enough for him to debate whether or not he should make his opinion on such an important cmatter. Finally, he opts for a more conservative approach “It’s just... you already know what I think about it. Nick too”

The mention of your Formula One trainer’s name makes all the alarms go off in your head, more so when the last time you saw them together, they were having a pretty heated conversation in the middle of a Grand Prix “Is that why you fought with Nick?”

You try to appear outwardly calm about the situation, swirling what’s left of your tea as if your hands weren’t trembling in anticipation. This is it, at last, some real information. Not some meaningless clues which do nothing but mess with your poorly constructed theories.

Your grandmother’s necklace burns against your chest, the feeling grounding you against all the thoughts brimming on your head. After all, the piece of jewelry is still the only fragment of an ever-distant reality, one you have kept safe and close to your heart ever since you found. You rest your hand over the pendant, sensing the heat even through the fabric of your blouse, as you wait for the response.

He brushes a hand over his curls, looking everywhere but at you. “Yeah, kind of... I mean,” he accepts, clicking his tongue and taking in a big breath, as if he couldn’t bring himself to say it plain and clear. Daniel takes a second to reorganize his thoughts, straightening up in his chair and leaning his arms over the table in deep thought. However, when you think he’s managed to make up his mind and talk, the only words that come out his lips are “Look, we shouldn't talk about this now”

A frown instantly forms on your expression at the premise, jaw set as you prepare yourself to most likely yell at Daniel everything that’s been on your mind thorough your time trapped here —whatever here means. You were finally going to clear one of the millions of unknowns surrounding this dream or whatever this is, and the man has the audacity to want to leave this incredibly important conversation for later. Oh, hell no.

“No, listen” Daniel tries to settle your worries, having perfectly recognized the signs of what was about to come for him, from the slight closing of you hand over the table to the uncredulous grin lightly lifting the side of your lips “We’ll talk in the ride back to the track. C’mon, I’ll drive you”

The soft sound of the radio fills the silence on the way out of the parking, a ballad which does absolutely not fit the speed at what your mind is running. Daniel can probably feel the weight of your stare, trying to let him have some space since it seems to be a sensitive topic for him, but so eager to learn what transpired between the two of them.

The driver decides to preface his explanation with a “Don't get mad at me, okay?”, a strained smile pulling at his lips. For starters, that sentence does sound familiar. “I know I should stay out of it, and I think... well, no, I know! I know you’ve been really stressed out lately, that everything’s different now and all of that. I mean, they won't shut up about the fucking ‘second year in F1’ or whatever”

Daniel tries to check your reaction out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts, although disorganized, always careful of your feelings. Yet, you can only regard him with a confused look.

“What I’m trying to say is... I think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard” the driver lets out, the words flowing out of him like they have been weighting him for too long. His urge to explain his intentions straight away, showing how much of a push back he was expecting from your part "Again, I’m not trying to start an argument, I’m just worried about you! I’ve seen you training, seen that diet... this is not good for you”

You’ve kept your eyes in the road in front thorough the conversation, taking in how concerned he has been about you. You had never seen this side of Daniel, he has always seen friendly and eager to help whenever you needed, but nothing had ever seen this deep. Still, you don’t understand what any of this has to do with his fight with Nick.

“I understand that...” you acknowledge his worries, making a mental note to check everything he said later. In the time you had spent following this professional motorsport driver schedule, none of it had seemed as harsh to you as he had mentioned. Maybe something changed? Why though? “So, Nick and you talked about that? Is that it?”

“Well, yes, Nick and I kind of had a... disagreement, yeah, we can call it that. About this new training plan you had going on. We had already talked about it like, back in Canada, and obviously nothing came out of it. But after Austria...” Daniel lets a second go while he enters the road, a harder grip on the steering wheel than needed. “Listen, I know we haven’t talked about it at all, I don’t know if you and Nick did?”

You almost want to laugh at the supposition, your trainer had shut down any attempts of talking about it the day after the incident, so you had eventually given up “No, nothing”

“I didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it but... We got really scared that day. I went to celebrate your qualy and, suddenly, you started panicking and freaking out! I didn’t know what to do, and then you fell unconscious. Do you remember any of it?” the driver wonders, his voice showcasing the whirlwind of emotions he went through despite the fact that he might be giving you a diluted version of what went down. You can only nod at him, the memories fresh on your mind “When they took you to the hospital, I thought, they for sure won’t let her race tomorrow, right? And then I see you on the track, all dressed up again, I couldn’t believe it...”

“Didn’t Nick say he sent you a text?” you try to fill in, fingers fiddling with your own phone. Two months might have passed, but the images of that day keep replaying in your mind every single night.

Daniel clicks his tongue in disbelief, eyes still focused on the road “Yes, he sent me two fucking lines saying the doctor discharged you, that you were fine and that’s literally it. You can take my phone and see it for yourself! I kept blowing up his phone but that’s the only thing he would say: exhaustion, she’s alright”

That would explain the way Daniel approached you in Austria, how furious he had been with Nick after the secrecy with which the incident had been treated. The first thing he asked you that day was if you were alright, after the pre-race activities had finished and as away from the public as he could knowing you were in the middle of a Grand Prix. That is why he pounced at Nick when he mentioned the exhaustion diagnosis, fed up with the discourse. The distrust he had in your trainer’s statement clear in his words.

Yet another thread to be pulled.

Author's note: Hey, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It's been a while! My masters is clearly kicking my ass and I didn't have a single second to write, but here it is. Thank you all so much for reading, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated!

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#daniel ricciardo x reader #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #formula one x reader #formula one x you #f1 imagine

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lordarsonizzzzt · 1 year

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Hi, I don't know if the requests are open, if they aren't then feel free to ignore. I wanted to know if you could write about Clef, Bright, Iceberg, Kondraki and Glass with an S/O who can turn water into wine

Reader is Jesus' sibling lmao

SCP STAFF WITH A READER THAT CAN TURN WATER INTO WINE

CHARACTERS: ALTO CLEF, JACK BRIGHT, JULIAN 'ICEBERG', BENJAMIN KONDRAKI, SIMON GLASS

DR CLEF

✧ TBF, you are probably a reality bender if you can do that, so you are probably better if you are not around him.

✧ HOWEVER, maybe in a party he is going to be a little nicer to you while he casually hands you a six pack of water bottles.

✧ The few times you two speak is when Clef aks you to turn a water dispenser into a wine dispenser.

✧ Will use you as a tool, not a fan of people that can bend reality but your ability is cool.

DR BRIGHT

✷ A big fan of wine, but he won't use you like a tool, he has experience with that and it's not pretty.

✷ If you want to give him a gift, do the trick in front of him he will be SO amazed and happy.

✷ He would invite you to watch dumb soap operas with wine when it rains, really classy guy.

✷ The one that is going to treat you like an actual person and not someone who has an anomaly.

✷ If doing that causes any effects on you, like getting tired or it makes you dizzy or whatever he will control you quite often so you don't do it, hell he's a site director he may ORDER you to not do it.

DR ICEBERG

❄︎ 'That's cool, don't talk to me'

❄︎ This guy wants to have little to no interaction with anomalies, even if you are a fellow doctor.

❄︎ He would tease you about being Jesus kid/sibling, at first it was funny, but he is going to do it all the damn time.

❄︎ Would come into your office with a glass of water and just look at you, waiting for you to do your magic.

❄︎ He is probably not going to talk to you a lot anyways, if you are one of the assholes that constantly gives him MORE paperwork he will make you become Jesus and he'll be the romans.

❄︎ If you are not, however, and if you try hard enough, maybe you two can become friends.

DR KONDRAKI

✩ Oh not this guy.

✩ Is amazed by what you do, and he likes alcohol, and oh! what a surprise, he has a gallon of water here... You wouldn't mind turning it into wine, would you?

✩ An asshole, but would respect you a little because that's one useful ability.

✩ Get on his good side and he'll get you days off.

✩ You are probably going to be hated by Draven tho, please don't give alcohol to his dad, it's already bad enough.

DR GLASS

✺ THE ONLY ONE THAT IS NORMAL ABOUT IT.

✺ Won't ask you to do it for him, and will tell you that maybe it's for the better if you keep this as a secret because many doctors will try to take advantage of you.

✺ If you do it for him as a gift, he is going to be thankful but it's not neccesary.

✺ Eventually forgets about this fact about you, he's not always around doctors outside his therapy sesions as he prefers to stay on his cozy lil office.

✺ Would ask you if you have any relation with Jesus tho.

#scp foundation #scp x reader #dr bright x reader #dr clef x reader #dr glass x reader #dr iceberg x reader #dr kondraki x reader

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bonniethebun · 9 months

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May as well tiene into a twst account, idk cause it's fuuuun ny way

TWST BOYS IN A ROADTRIP 😦

What if they courses went in a Lil trip by themself HUH?

First yeaars

Jack: main driver, did it for most of the road until he noticed the others had the intention of letting him be a choffer, the plan didnt last cuz he aint that dumb

Epel: Main co Pilot, he was a GOOD sense of orientation, secondary driver but he's a menance, his way of driving is the embodiment of the phrase

" i may risk our life but Not our puntiality"

Deuce: third designated driver, barely takes the wheel, if he's actually driving people he gets kinda nervous, a chill passanger that makes no trouble

Ace: he's a cunning passanger, if theres only ,3 or 2 people he Will lay in the back seat as of it was a bed, but thats not the case, he"ll take co Pilot insted of the cramping any day, he plays the music

Sebek: another headache of a passanger, he has Two modes complaining or silently juding, at least he will willfully go to the back and You can entrust he Will share the snack for the road EVENLY

Second years

Jade: one of the Main drivers, somehow they get a little faster when he drives them anywhere

Azul: on copilot 80% cuz he's the one picking the Best hotel and tours deals

Floyd: right behind or in copilot seat for very short times just to keep and eye on him cuz i know this mf is the type of person to just JUMP of the moving car

Riddle: gave himself the job of looking thru virtual maps how the hell does jade get quicker, or just reading in his phone, or pretending to be asleep so he can ignore floyd

Ruggie: enjoying the free day, doesnt care what seat, Will drive for a bit only of neccesary but he would the the wheel for a bit for an extra snack

Kalim: been his usual self making small talk with whoever is next to him, is on the aux cord but just asks the others what song would they like next

Jamil: near kalim but Not exactly next so he can small talk and still attend him, he Will switch with jade for driving to takeba break

Silver: with a collar pillow and earphones cuz he can at least be in a comfy position for sleeping

Third years

Leona:If it's his car he WILL be driving, Will put others to drive for shorts periods of he feels lazy enough, if it's not his car he's taking the co Pilot seat hostage

Trey: secondary driver, Will do the hand gesture of sticking the hand behind the seat to ask for a snack

Vil: princess passanger treatment, will blast his music the majority of time and every one would have to suck it up, goes straight to the back if it's too sunny cuz it bothers him

Rook: helps with directions and snack sharing, is the type to have a little bag with EVERYTHING, vil's special snacks, any pills for dizzyness, etc

Cater: makes various Magicam histories of only the road cuz yeah theres royalty but either WAY he kinda can de tox a little and Make small talk

Lilia: constant back seat, specifically behind the driver, him and Cate are of the few ones that can over throw vil's aux cord tyrany, either that or to let this granpa tell WEIRD stories

Malleus: really quiet , makes some comment about what catches his eyes along side the road, brough a book and EVERYone is baffled how he doesnt get dizzy

Idia: confinned in the portable Game he brough, volumen to the max and sit next to malleus cuz he's silently reading

I don't know if to put ortho to the first or third years, but i think in wherver car he his Will just chat and announce how close they are to the destination as if they were on a plane

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Bye 🫥

#twisted wonderland x reader

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pb-dot · 24 days

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WIP Anouncement: Thereafter

As I'm putting the final touch on the first draft of His Impossible Brushstrokes, I've come to realize something important about myself. I like writing, I like it a lot. Ok, not exactly a deep dark secret, that, but it has some implications as to how I'm going to do this one so I figured I should mention that up top.

The thing I came to realize is that the way things are going, I'm going to make what is hopefully one final pass on The Clockwork Boy to shine up the dialog a bit, and while editing is a fine and indeed neccesary part of writing, I have a need to keep writing-writing these days. Speaking from a purely practical standpoint, I also need some way to pace myself, as losing my mind in writing frenzies isn't doing my brain any favors.

So, with that in mind, I have decided to write and release my newest project, Thereafter, myself in the style of serial fiction. I'm going to set up a newsletter service to send my subscribers individual chapers of the series and host the backlogs on some apropriate site, looking like Cohost at the moment. After a period of outlining and writing up character bios, I plan to start at a slow but hopefully manageable clip, releasing two chapters per month, possibly ramping up to three if I find the workflow suiting me.

I don't really plan on earning any money from Thereafter at the time of writing, but considering hosting costs for the newsletter side of things, I may set up a patreon or other crowdfunding page if I ever start getting close to the 100 subscriber limit of the free plan I have my eyes on. It would be nice to get paid for this thing even if it's just the hosting costs, but honestly I just want to get the project out there and get some eyeballs on it, and if it catches on it catches on.

Thereafter is a bit of a appraising look, perhaps even deconstruction of the Portal Fantasy type of narrative, think your Narnias, your Warriors of Virtue, Your Pagemasters and what have you. In it, we meet 4 souls in their thirties who saved a secret magical land from a great evil as children, and have been struggling to make everything work in the aftermath of that. Now solidly among the ranks of the adult, these ex-heroes of legend find themselves, each in their own way, long for the magic, freedom and purpose of their adventures. When the strange wind that once whisked them away to their magical lands finally comes for them again, our heroes learn that they should have been careful about what they wish for.

The magical lands which our protagonists saved are all gone, shattered into fragments by something so vast and terrible not even the survivors could describe it, leaving the magical realms as floating pieces of flotsam and jetsam in the void between worlds. In this void, what scant few survivors there were from the calamity band together to build a refuge out of the broken pieces of their old worlds. It is to this refuge, a town called Thereafter, that our heroes arrive, learning that not only are these worlds they bled and suffered for destroyed, but they were destroyed centuries after their departure, their exploits turned into legends.

It is this legendary status that their summoners, the de facto ruling council of Thereafter, wishes to exploit. Plagued by a scarcity of resources and a truly wild variety of cultures, species and levels of magical ability, the desperate masses of Thereafter seem poised on the brink of panic and/or revolt. The council of Therafter prop up our heroes as having returned to save the world once again, hoping that their utter failure to do so will take long enough that someone will be able to come up with a better plan in the meantime. Our heroes, on their side, are ambivalent about pretending to be these larger-than-life personas that their legends have been turned into, but recognizes that their only way home is through the good will of the council, and so play along, at least until it becomes clear that Therafter's problems are far from over, and that it is impossible to rule the unwilling with clean hands and a clean conscience.

I'm pretty excited about this one. The idea of not getting to go back once I'm finished to make the style uniform is terrifying to me, and I'll have to get used to a kinda different way to pace the story, but I have decided that this is a good way to keep myself writing while leaving enough room in my schedule to keep the editing more or less consistent. Also, I can make it every bit as queer and political as I want to, so that's nice. Worst case scenario, it'll be a fun distraction while I work on getting The Clockwork Boy published.

A more detailed plot synopsis and some talk about the characters will follow at a later date.

#Thereafter #Peebs writers #writeblr #self publication

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marvelstars · 4 months

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Tolkien LOTR vs George Lucas STAR WARS

Disclaimer: talking with mutuals about Tolkien and Lucas this came up and wanted to share.

I believe both Tolkien and Lucas were anti imperialism(represented by the ring/empire respectively) and anti war but their takes is completely different because they lived different times.

Tolkien story of the lost kings who died for nothing seeking power represents pretty well the story of the first World War in which the imperial powers of Europe became excited over their new hability to put ot test weapons and made a local conflict into an all out war between countries exploiting the nationalism of the people to push them towards war, the tirednes and dissapointment over fighting a war for men who only wanted power is excelently interpreted in the Lord of the Rings in which the only solution is to destroy the ring and try to live peacefully with each other and support honest work and protect lives the best way you can, with wise kings and wise elves who care about people and it´s well being. That´s what I see Tolkien going for, he also tackles the idea that no matter how noble or peaceful like Fredo or Bilbo we could be, power still can corrupts us if we expend enough time around it. Power can corrupt everybody and the best we can do is try to not make it the most important thing in our lifes like Aragorn did when he became King.

Lucas wasn´t a soldier like Tolkien so he is much more idealist than him, he grew up and became excited over the protests for the war of Vietnam in the US and the consequences of WWII with the creation of the atomic bomb. So Star Wars battle in the OT isn´t just about greedy people trying to get power by any mean neccesary, the first trilogy is about a fair war fought agaisnt the imperial power who offered peace in exchange of freedom, which is another face imperialism can take and the death star(atomic bomb) is the one weapon they believe can “end all resistance” "end all wars" but they are wrong because just like in a New Hope, the Death Star only makes other people more nervous about it´s use and most will seek how to oppose it with similar means or with different kinds of resistence.

Star Wars presents the problematic dilema of war not being good on itself but becoming neccesary when your opponent will not engage in dialogue by any other means, so just like in LOTR the kingdoms have to join to form a military, the rebel alliance is there to fight the Empire.

The Jedi Order in the OT represents the old order, estatus quo that the Empire defeated to put their own Order, they are not evil by any means but by presenting a “ends justifices the means” philosophy by lying to Luke and forgetting about Anakin´s humanity and existence in exchange of dehumanizing him and seeing him only as a machine like Obi-Wan did, this doesn´t bring them the victory, mostly their plan gets revealed and rejected by Luke, the main hero of the OT, the fandom may have a very different take on the Jedi but Lucas definitely didn´t write the Jedi as flawless beings but as a tragic order that after the zenit of their power fell along with Anakin, literally and espiritually too. Otherwise Lucas would not talk about Anakin being a victim of the system who lost his mind trying to do the right thing, he wasn´t just part of the Republic but also part of the Jedi Order.

Luke, while dealing with his own feelings of anger, need for revenge for his murdered family and wish for freedom along with his friends, also learns humility by losing his first fight with Vader but also empathy, he has feel the darkness inside himself, he was told his father wasn´t always like that and he has felt Vader´s twisted love for him so he humanizes his enemy instead of dehumanizing him and seeks to save him from the darkside, because this has become the only way to defeat Vader and the Emperor while they are together and also because Luke wants Vader to be his father just as much as Vader wants Luke to be his Son.

So in the end family is the thing that saves the universe in Star Wars just like friendship, care, empathy and appreciation of the simple and beautiful things saved the people of LOTR. The Jedi imo in the PT and OT were not evil, they had their own wisdom and brought good things to the story like honor and duty but they were wrong to try to force Luke agaisn´t his father, they were wrong for keeping Anakin away from his family and they were wrong to forget love in exchange of duty.

This is also why I believe Luke doesn´t just brings back Anakin from the darkside, he did the same with the Jedi Order, he became the kind of Jedi Anakin always dreamed to be, with enough freedom to act with kindness, love and caring as well as honor and duty, a more balanced Jedi Order.

So it´s a complete shame disney missed the memo and makes more merchandise of the Jedi because they are more marketable forgetting the deep message of the story. Luke in the Mandalorian and ST isn´t ROTJ Luke, but a badly done PT Jedi style of Luke and that´s a complete tragedy imo because it misses the main message of the story, that you don´t have to reject love and family to support ideals and do your duty. They make you whole not less the person you are.

#star wars #LOTR #Tolkien #George Lucas #Luke skywalker #Anakin skywalker #frodo baggins #Jedi order critical #Obi-Wan critical #darth vader

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c0rinarii · 1 month

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Gonna recompile some thoughts about the 13SAR characters now that im past midpoint!

Juro: Oh its getting juicy.... unfortunately my boy is still as intresting as a plank of sheet wood but im intrested to see if his character goes anywhere outside of the Kyuta stuff going on. Im also sorry i ever suggested to u to make out with Kyuta.

Iori: SHE'S SO FUNNY.... I aspire to have even an inch of her whimsy and dedication to being so #normal. I too would like to confess to my weird as hell crush disregarding the fact he's a dangerous fugitive. Girl of All Time

Shuu: Frat bot facade is slowly starting to crumble and im here to see it. Uncover the truth, gayboy‼️

Megumi: I FEEL SO SORRY FOR U GIRL.... 😭 May you find peace in the future but its an overall shitty situation to be in. truly have her in my thoughts and prayers

Natsuno: I WAS SO HEARTBROKEN TO SEE HER WHIMSY FADE AWAY ONCE SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE KAIJU 😭😭 I love that she managed to maintain her optimism despite the awful situation she's been put in though. Still a joy to see pop up on the screen

Keitaro: HE REALLY IS A GOOD BOY... He's just trying his best and i love him for that. You'll save everyone you care about i promise [IMPERIALISM IS LYING TO U AND TAKATOSHI!! I SWEAR]

Takatoshi: Boys be fighting demons and demons is bisexuality. I enjoy him a Regular amount and i appreciate seeing his himboisms so much in the game. I never want to seem him That sad again [IMPERIALISM IS LYING TO U AND KEITARO!! I SWEAR]

Okino:

Yuki: MY PRINCE.... MY SHINING STUD‼️‼️ I love her a very normal ammount and seeing her slowly uncover the truth is nice to see. Definetily much smarter than she think she is.

Gouto: The fact that he is ong for real Ryoko's government assigned boyfriend is the funniest thing to come out of the game so far. He's still gated behind a huge completion milestone but so far i feel like he's trying to make sense of the situation the best he can. Unlike Tomi though, he's very scared of the circumstances of if he disobeys orders, i think.

Ryoko: She's been such a mood so far that i now think of her with her hands on her head when i stress about my uni deadlines. Im so sorry for Ida being anywhere near her life. She should get a wife to kiss and heal her. I give her full permission to kill anyone who breaks her heart. My snarky queen

Ei: HE ACTUALLY GREW ON ME I CANT BELIEVE IT. He really reminds me if the cool rivals with a soft spot you'd see in shonen anime and I cant be too mad at that. I enjoy how taciturn he can be too.

Nenji: HE'S ACTUALLY SUCH A SWEETHEART... knowing that he was childhood friends with Miwako really made me like him more (esp with how he treats her!) Loveable idiot.

Tomi: MY MUTUAL... OOMF IN ARMS... #GIRL IN LAW. Literally love how's she's written her personality is so so colorful. She has definitely said some out of pocket shit on twitter before and ill defend her with my life.

Miwako: I WILL WRITE YOU INTO RELEVANCY MYSELF‼️‼️There is so much oppurtunity to write her as one of the 15. LET THEM BE 16‼️‼️ HER "easy to develop crushes" SELF CAN BE MADE INTO SOMETHING MUCH BIGGER TO THE NARRATIVE RAUGHHH

Chihiro: I can see she's really trying her best to save everyone from the kaiju and seems to resort to any means neccesary to do so... i appreciate the effort despite the uh. [gestures] unethical treatment towards minors ig

Ida: EVERYTHING IS LITERALLY UR FAULT. I CANT BELIEVE IT. This would be half the disaster if you learnt how to sod it with ur selfish desires i swear.

Kyuta, Not-Tamao, 426, Izumi: I CLOCKED UR SHIT, SNEAKY BITCH. I dont trust a word you say. """"Means well"""" in the end i think but has way more messed up ways to go around it compared to Morimura

Miyuki: So far looking like the only person willing to help these kids in a way that would not give them severe trauma. Rooting for u girl.

[No thoughts on Tamao since i consider Erika as 426]

#im already at 70% rememberance but i forgot to post this when I was at like. 55%?#so might as well #this might be peak #13 sentinels #13 sentinels: aegis rim #13 sentinels spoilers #corr.txt #IORI TOMI AND MIWAKO ARE MY OOMFS BTW. I love them so much. girls of all time

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bonefall · 1 year

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Oh yeah I plotted out the Thunderclan family tree a couple weeks ago from pure boredom and I could feel my brain actively rotting away as I realized that Lilyheart and Snowbush are first cousins and that Dewnose is a character who exists

I also had to clone 8 characters and put them on the tree twice because I literally couldn’t squeeze in their mates (because their mates were on the opposite side of the descendancy)

Goddd the worst part about it all is that avoiding first cousin crossings is REALLY not that hard. Once Removed, Seconds, Thirds, that's when it's difficult to avoid (and exactly why I created strict rules to decide when those are permissible and when they are not) but JUST pure first cousins? That's not difficult.

The pain of the crossings is so real. Weaving them across from the other side is neccesary but it makes such a visual mess. I wish there was an easier way to do it without 'cloning,' which kinda defeats the purpose of having a visual tree to begin with imo.

May just end up making an "Old ThunderClan" chart and a "Lake ThunderClan" chart, only including the relevant ancestors... we'll see.

#Bone babble

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I'm taking very extensive notes on Apotheosis for my wip video essay, and after watching ep 13 pt 1 and noting Peter trying to talk to Exandroth, I HAD to go back to ep 4 to relisten to Peter bringing up the idea of convincing Exandroth to use his magic for good. I had to listen back to it because I wanted to confirm some thoughts about Rumi and Exandroth and Thanatos, and basically got exactly what I was looking for.

One part I usually neglect when I talk about Exandroth being redeemable, is actually Peter's input on it, because it IS Peter who decides to symbolically try to reach out his hand Exandroth. It happens twice; with ep 4, as stated, and ep 13 pt 1 when Peter tries to talk down Exandroth from her plan to possess Rumi. Peter is said to be the angel of forgiveness, and damn yeah true, Peter is too good for this world. But basically, what I wanna say here, is that although Peter's arc ended with 'overcoming' Exandroth and killing him, that isn't really what Peter directly wanted, at least not until Exandroth showed how cold and uncaring it was to propose possessing (and thus hurting) Rumi.

When Peter brings up the idea, neither Thanatos nor Rumi show any response to it. Thanatos could be interpretted as perhaps even dissuading such a notion, bringing up that Exandroth is a neccesary evil for their mission. And Rumi goes into their usual tyrade about how Peter needs to control Exandroth and exert his will over it. When I think back on this, I usually think of Rumi as really being a bit justified in refusing to consider Exandroth redeemable, considering Exandroth's treatment of Peter.. But hearing PETER bring it up, only to be so quickly shut down really recontextualises things. I didn't even realise, but directly after this is the infamous line where Rumi calls THANATOS redeemable but insists Exandroth has 'no liking towards the living'.

Basically, it's really fascinating to me how Peter wouldn't have been opposed if Exandroth had been redeemed, that Peter even tries to to talk to Exandroth. Peter is not interested in the notion of dominating the angel like everyone else keeps trying to insist he do. Even though he has the right to, Peter, after first beating Exandroth in the courage confrontation, doesn't command Exandroth to do anything. Peter may be just sucking up to Exandroth out of neccesity or lack of assertiveness, but Peter insists on boundaries, not forcing Exandroth to do as he wanted. It makes it way more interesting that these two characters were backed up into this corner where they fought to the death when you consider that Peter was never trying to defeat Exandroth, never trying to dominate the other, never trying to demean her: that's what Rumi and Thanatos and everyone else was telling Peter to do.

Maybe Peter was wrong, maybe it was foolish of him to think he could talk to Exandroth, maybe he only said that because he was being mistreated by Exandroth and he didn't think it would be okay to demand otherwise.. But nobody even tried to help Peter with his proposal, they just shut him down. If Peter was genuine, if it wasn't just an attempt to appease Exandroth, then that means that everyone else pretty explicitly disrespected him and his wishes. Thanatos, I mean.. Thanatos was being Thanatos. But Rumi could have at the very least ENTERTAINED the notion. Rumi, however, was more interested in their own narrative and what they thought of Exandroth and what they thought Peter needed to be, and prioritised their own wants over Peter's.

So yeah, that's all very interesting to me.

#jrwi spoilers #jrwi apotheosis spoilers #📚 my posts #📌 thoughts

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Ur header is from zoo tycoon right? Iconic and I love it, I miss that game. But anyway can i pls request uhhhhh injured sova or sova with an injured reader (I have a problem with injuring characters 😌)

INDEED IT IS! and... how about both :)?

Injured!Sova/Injured!Reader HCS!

- As previously mentioned just one ask ago, Sova is the type to hide any ailments he may have. he's the type of person who's 'never sick' only because he hides it a lot

- so if he's hurt on the battlefield, he considers himself the least priority in the moment. he could be bleeding out and say 'no, jett needs the heal more than me'

- prepare for worrying about Sova shenanigans!!

- he's a strategic man and has training so he doesn't get hurt often, too, so it's a real problem trying to figure out when and where he's hurt

- if you yourself are a medic, you are the only person that can coerce him into letting himself come first. it's both his genuine care for you and trust of your judgement, but also a want to be close to you lol

- if you aren't a healer, you will have to strong-arm him into getting to one. this could include kiss bribes if applicable.

- and now, what if YOU were injured?

- prepare for momma bear Sova!!

- i have seen this sentiment mirrored by other Sova enjoyers and i am SO glad we agree that he is an absolute mother hen when someone he loves is injured

- depending on the severity of the injury he will react differently of course

- if it's just a little scrape or bruise, he will give an affectionate tut and clean it up for you himself

- if it's something deeper, something that broke skin or twisted a joint, he's still concerned but keeps himself calm. it will heal, you will be fine, but he doesn't like seeing you hurt.

- and now we get into the angst potential with grave injuries.

- If you got it from doing something reckless/to protect him, he will end up yelling. he can't help it, he's very stressed and it's because of how much he cares and he will apologise profusely after, but he will raise his voice and chastise you for what you did.

- however, if he thinks that it's his fault, he takes a different turn. he will apologise over and over and no matter how hurt he is, carry you to safety at any cost. he'd give up his own food and medical supplies for you if neccesary.

- in both situations, he will be hovering around you for a while after.

- he'd hold your hand and fall asleep with you, close enough to hear your heartbeat to ensure you're alive.

- he couldn't handle losing you.

#sova #sova x reader #reader insert #asks #x reader #valorant #valorant x reader #valorant sova #ough..... sova yelling your name as you fall to the ground #sova carrying you and not caring about your blood staining his cloak #sova crying into your hair begging you to be alright #ougGHH

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Hello! Would love to know your thoughts on something. Do you think jungkook asks "permission" to namjoon so that he can be next to taehyung?

I just saw a clip on tiktok from vcookie_5 (2nd video) where it looks like jungkook gives namjoon a look, and you can see namjoon nodding and then pushes taehyung closer to jungkook. Jungkook then seems really happy.

That video reminded me of ptd. when jungkook whispered something to namjoon, and then shortly after, he sat on taehyungs lap. I've also seen other clips where it looks like namjoon pushes taekook together. I find this too frequent to be a coincidence. Thoughts?

Btw I put permission on "" because I wasn't sure of what word to use. I know there's mixed opinions if hybe keeps taekook apart or not. I think hybe does, so that could be the reason why jungkook asks namjoon because if the members aren't following instructions it all falls on namjoon

Hi anon!

Nice question! Uhm, no I don't think there's been much asking for permission/giving permission going on in general. This is all going to be based on how I feel BTS as a group dealt with Tae and Jk as a couple, because it's what I would do and what coworkers/people with a working relationship in general would do when a pair of coworkers fall in love.

The first clip you mention looks like BTS's award acceptance duck and shuffle system. No-one ever wants to talk and Namjoon tries to make them.

So there has been a period before Tae and Jk got really serious that you can see some push and pull from them. Jealousy, insecurity, testing boundaries of intimicy stuff like that. It followed after a period of freindship, but there is an increase in real flirtations and that's ofcourse why people picked up on them in the first place. They were flirty, teens/early twentyers in love and it showed. Teens may think they are being inconspicious... they are not. Jk zoned out so many times just staring at Tae and I feel Tae was at his shyest round Jk during the early stages of their... infatuation. I think they started crossing the boundaries of friendship and just never new how to stop once they had.

So at some point, the other members also knew. Whether they actually told them or they just found out (living in close spaces will have that effect) doesn't really matter. But... everyone knows that having a couple in the band is a risk for them. What if things don't work out, what if things end up badly, what if it causes too much tension and fights, what if the two of them get discovered. No doubt in my mind that the hyungs told them to really think on this and to be sure if they wanted to go there. Because it wasn't only Tae and Jk's hearts and career at risk... but also the whole of BTS and everything they worked so hard for. No-one would've treated this lightly and I think a lot of conversations have been had. First with members only, and when things became real serious also with Bang pd and probably management. You have to come up with a game plan, things like this cannot be winged.

So, one of the most important things I would discuss is: a clear professional/private division. When you're on working hours you act accordingly, and when you're off the clock you can cuddle all you want. I think Tae and Jk are both very passionate about their careers, they also love and respect the other members tremendously, and I think they know the weight of what they asked of the others. So having to be professional was no tough deal to them. Having to slow down on the intimacies on camera wasn't too much to ask, because they are off camera way more than they are on camera.Jk and Tae are professionals, they know how to be around each other without wanting to kiss and stuff. Holding back is actually a thing. I think Hybe/Bighit put in place some measurements that were less easy on them. I think they went very hard on the separation, probably harder than Tae and Jk felt neccesary. You can see many instances of them being urged apart. I think the members started to anticipate moments that they felt management would intervene. For couples themselves it can be hard to estimate how close you actually look. I mean, even with the separation measurements in place Tae and Jk's bond still shone through. So I think the other members at times just saw and realized more, and that's why at times they seem to tense up, or intervene a bit, or divide attention. I don't think Tae and Jk had to ask Namjoon for permission. I think Namjoon at times (especcially later on, when Tae and Jk gained full trust) encouraged them, as did the others. WHen you grow up in a situation like this, as brothers (well not Tae and Jk), as members... you learn how things go.. the members learned that they could trust Tae and Jk, and Jk and Tae learned that the others had their backs. I think the shift in 2020 was due to things having normalized. There was less fear, because everyone knew what to do and what to expect. The only fear that will never leave is the fear of discovery, but they've managed to hid under the cover of friendship very well.

In general, I think the members only supported Tae and Jk when they realized the depth of their feelings. It's completely normal for them to have had fears too, because Tae and Jk's relationship could have actually jeopardized the future of the band. It's a very real and justified fear. I think by now, and probably for quite a while, the other members do not fear Tae and Jk destroying their band. I think they know that it is real and that they had no choice and that no matter what... it was worth it. I think Tae and Jk have earned the respect they get from other members in many ways, the way they dealt with their relationship being one of them.

I know that clip ofcourse, the one where Jk seems to ask Namjoon for permission to sit on Tae's lap. I don't even know if that's what he asked him. Maybe it was something completely different and he just sat on Tae's lap anyway. Maybe he also said: I'm gonna sit on Tae's lap, just so you know. Or maybe: look at Tae sitting there... and Namjoon said; go sit on him. I feel that moment is part fanservice and part personal. Jk knows people will love moemnts like that (fanservice) but Tae's small smile feels so personal. It's claiming your man in plain sight, without anyone being sure what actually happened. That's how they hide all the time.

#taekook #did i make this long again #yes i did #taekook analysis

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alterrune · 1 year

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Alterrune posted 692 times in 2022.

That's 366 more posts than 2021!

673 posts created (97%)

19 posts reblogged (3%)

Blogs that we reblogged the most:

@alterrune (myself, for some reason)

@ending-the-cycle-ask (aka Mod Mello, the reason why I made this askblog story to begin with)

@minus-starcatcher-beyond (blame my convo with 8 for that, but it's a really good askblog, so I think it's deserved)

@flowerbarrel (a great artist and a good sport all around, they are probably the first person that come to mind when I think of the AtO fans)

@tips (because their post was just hilariously stupid)

The blog had 678 of posts in 2022 tagged

Only 2% of my posts had no tags (which, trust me, is a mistake on my part)

#altering the outcome - 462 posts

#ask irl!alterrune - 333 posts

#ask the ato cast - 257 posts

#the colorstreak battalion - 246 posts

#submission - 186 posts

#altering the outcome announcements - 41 posts

#miscellaneous outcomes - 34 posts

#altering the outcome's first anniversary event - 32 posts

#decluttering the askbox - 25 posts

#alterrambles - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#sorry about randomly tagging some of you but we've gotten artwork from you in the past and we'd love to have it happen again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5 - Randy Radman's Appreciation

Man… must’ve been great.

It certainly was.

Randy Radman is one of, if not the youngest leader of the Clan. Believe it or not, he's actually one of the few past Toppat leaders who are still alive today. He's even visited for some of the events the higher-ups like me and the others have organized.

The "Party Era" was something that Radman states was "a party that could've gone a lot smoother". He started off spending money on things that weren't really neccesary. He really didn't know how to manage a budget that well. When he got the news about the bankruptcy, however, he actually decided to sell all the unneccesary clutter and use the money he recovered to not only ensure the Clan would stay financially stable, but also to reinforce the airship in numerous ways so that it would be more capable of flying in more dangerous environments. He even used money from his own pocket at times.

If it wasn't for him, the Airship would be much less versatile than it is today. He later retired from the Clan to do some solo work (with a hefty sum of money given to him as a reward for all his hard work), but he still visits the Toppats from time to time.

He's almost like a distant uncle to the Clan: He doesn't visit often, but when he does visit, it's absolutely AMAZING.

Me and Violet actually met the guy recently during a seasonal event. Turns out he can be a seriously good DJ.

He's like a good version of Terence Suave. He's a bit self absorbed, for sure, but he knows what the clan wants, and like a DJ at a party, he'll give them exactly what they need.

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#4 - The Shoutout To Meowy

I first visited your blog after I saw you talking about the red string puzzle on Ending the Cycle. It was impressive how you solved it. 👍

I didn't solve it all on my own, actually.

I had help from another Tumblr user: @meowy2. They were a major help, giving helpful advice for finding out the code for myself, PM-ing me info whenever I asked for it, and just generally being a good sport. If it wasn't for them, I would've never actually cracked the code on the archives, and subsequently, AtO would've never existed. How is that possible, you may ask? Well, allow me to explain...

WAAAAY back when this blog was still just my personal blog, I had originally released AtO as a reward for everyone who helped me crack the passcode. Thing is, I didn't think it would gain any traction like it did, and I wasn't really gonna do much with it. But after I actually started to get an audience, I decided to start making Altering the Outcome into the story it is today. In fact, it wasn't until just before I had finally released Act 1, Chapter 4 (originally known as "Entry 4") that I actually came up with the name of "Altering the Outcome"!

Basically, shoutout to Meowy for basically allowing this askblog to be a thing. Without them, AtO would never have existed in the first place.

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#3 - The Faded Color Gang's Empowerment

Harold, Emma, come here.

The Toppat Clan knows of the truth, you must hide it, but most importantly, destroy the Toppat Station, kill every member of the Toppat Member. I want them all dead! If you see any family members or friends of your other sides, inject them with the drug, they’ll be most useful to us. I’ll also be giving you a shard of the crystal that you must jab into yourself. It’ll give you the ability to harness the power of the crystal, it’ll begin to rapidly grow deep within your body, I’ve give all 4 of you crystal shards, jab it into yourself now!

(Harold, Emma, Victoria, and Knox, hearing the words of what Adam said about the crystals, all jab into themselves, it grows rapidly inside their body, before eventually gaining the power to harness the crystals power.)

Now, I must look deeper into 3 other people, a hack called Anon, a computer system, and most importantly, a creator, perhaps they know what my plans are, they must be stopped, and to do so, I must bend the rules.

Great, now he's after Hack!Anon, System and...wait, me?

BAH-HA-HA! Oh, that's hilarious, as if he could actually do that! He can't get me, as he's in the computer and I'm in the real world!

Oh, almost forgot. I should probably warn System and Hack!Anon about this. Good thing I got H!A's email saved in my contacts, don't need to type the whole thing out...

FROM: [email protected]

TO: "Hack!Anon"

SUBJECT: Adam's gunning for you guys!

Guys, bad news. Remember Adam, that guy I told you about? Yeah, I think he found out about you-know-what, and now you've landed on his hitlist. I'd reccommend you either run or try to hurt him from a very long distance away, because when he finds you two, I'm pretty sure he's gonna kill you. Good luck, you guys, and I'm sorry about the lack of help, I need to cover my own ass in case he somehow finds a way to escape the computer screen. He's actually gunning for me, too, and I don't wanna die. Stay safe. -IRL!Alterrune

Aaand sent. Hopefully they'll at least STALL Adam...pretty sure he can't get me, but eh. Better safe than sorry.

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#2 - The Accidental IRL!Alterrune Forshadowing

CHAPTER ASKS 7:

Ouch... Alright I just fell... Hope this goes to them/them. Idk what they gone through but according to an audio tape I found in the Kurosawa Airship... It's honestly shocking. They into something known as beast forms... Lea- I meant Wiseclover hasn't been captured, I think. You okay System? Yes, just fried a couple chips. Alright, I'm so damn tired. I'm just gonna go to the restaurant near me... System? Do you need anything? Falls (yes I put an undertale reference. And yes they're not dead.)

(Considering this blog is called "Alterrune", your Undertale reference 100% justified. -IRL!Alterrune)

Wait...why did they say "them" in two different ways?

What do you mean, Alter?

Look, right there. Hack!Anon used the word twice, but using four colors for each.

Hmm...the second one is probably supposed to be us...Sweetheart, what do you think?

I think you're probably right, Henry. Those are our trademark colors; Alter's red, Violet's purple, your blue and my pink.

Yeah, and it looks like those first two colors are used again in the first one, so it looks like Hack!Anon is determined to find me and Vi regardless.

But then...who are the black and green bits supposed to represent?

I mean, the green could represent Carol or Reginald...but I have no idea who the black text could mean.

I mean, it could be IRL!Alterrune. His text is usually the default black text.

Well, that is true, but like we explained earlier, he's in an entirely different world from us, so Hack!Anon wouldn't be able to get to him.

Well, either way, it's glad to know System and Hack!Anon are both okay. They've given nothing but radio silence for a long time before now.

Yeah, ditto. And it sounds like that info that we were informed that Hack!Anon leaked to the Heaven Incursion was completely unintentional, so we don't have to shake him down like we were going to.

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The #1 post of 2022: The Alternate Personality Takeover

Characters>loaded-characters Showing all loaded characters: 🔺🔵💕💜? / Kyle Henry Ellie violet Aaron Status: ERROR Knox Victoria Harold Emma Adam status: Alive? 🔵/geocorp guard status: Alive 👁‍🗨/Leader status: No soul 👁‍🗨♦️/ leader-soul Status: broken ⚙️/Enigneer status: Alive 🔲/New Leader status Alive 🍂 / Wiseclover Status: Jailed ?/Kelso status Alive 📖/Book status: Alive :all other characters are not loaded to save space:

What?! The Colorstreak Battalion and Aaron are all showing nothing but an error mesage!

This is unbelievable. Fucking hell. I can't contact my guys...

...wait, I wonder if...

>CHECK ASKBOX STATUS/ALTER, VIOLET, HENRY, & ELLIE

>ASKBOXES FOR AAAAA, VVVVVV, HHHHH, & EEEEE HAVE BEEN CORRUPTED

DAMNIT!!! Their alternate personalites fried the inbox search!

...wait. What if I do this instead...?

>CHECK ASKBOX STATUS/KNOX, VICTORIA, HAROLD, & EMMA

>ASKBOXES FOR KNOX, VICTORIA, HAROLD, & EMMA ARE OPEN

Looks like their alternate personalites have taken the askboxes. Maybe you guys can snap them out of it?

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Afternoon? It was said morning earlier?

...I mean if you return to Cancun it wouldn’t be new country? And I think neither friends and school? Unless she thinks of other option than staying or returning

Sims 1 burglar theme again

‘I didn’t know you have such great songs’ when how did you know lyrics

Nina why are you writing to Luna from Felicity account

...Gaston she was in love with you that was kinda rude

...Spoiling myself so much means that I know who are certain characters...But I do not neccesary know when they start to appear. So I’m taken by surprise by restaurant scene. She already appeared?

Well you may not be able to work her anymore Luna

I doubt Blake is only school in city Ambar

Gaston and Matteo playing spies

Yam he knew about contest he is working here

Well it’s good they are clean given they are on kitchen counter now

...Matteo how do you want to do it yourself? I didn’t see you or Gaston recording them?

You also need a printer for that

Oh ok I guess he can do something about it...Although only because Ambar decided to try to stop him...

#soy luna

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blackcross-3 · 1 year

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CW: Terrorism, War crimes, mentioned suicide bombing, death

Ok, so I saw a YT short about MSFS banning you if you try to go to 9/11.

And, because I am an Idiot, I decided to take a look at the comment, in which people discussed (suprisingly not argueing) about the attack on the twin towers justifying the 'global war on terror'. And while I wasn't yet born in September 2001, I do have an Opinion on it:

Not. In. Any. Fucking. Way.

Because, after the war started, a new terrorist organization rose up and wreaked havoc in the middle east, going from country to country...

Its name?

The U.S. military

By this I do not mean soldiers put a bomb west on and blew themselves up.

But imagine for a second you would have to live in fear of being hit by a 30mm auto cannon of a helicopter, that is so far away you cannot even hear it, unless you listen closely. You could die just because some guy 'mistook' your camera for a weapon.

This actually happened by the way. In 2007 (4 years after the end of the Iraq war) in Iraq a small group of people, and a bystander with two children trying to help the survivors got shot by an Apache attack helicopter from a distance of about 400m(1200ft) away while using armor piercing ammunition.

And do you know why we know that?

Because a journalist found the recording of the optical system that was involved in the incident (link at the bottom). And he found out that this was no exception.

Over the course of the Iraqi an Afghanistan war and beyond about 15 000 civilians were killed by U.S. troops and no one responsible has been punished for it.

Julian Paul Assange, the above mentioned journalist, however is in danger of a 175 year prison sentence.

Why?

Well, according to the U.S. he is being accused of treason and leaking of classified information.

But you know that is utter bullshit.

No matter how you bend the circumstances: publishing a video is no possible way worse than commiting literal fucking war crimes

The terrifying thing is that this was not only able to happen, but that it is also just swept under the rug so easily.

But to know why this is possible, we just have to go back to August 1945: Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

After the USA dropped two nuclear weapons of mass destruction on civilian non militarised cities, the justification was a 'quick' end to the war, which would otherwise have been a hard and bloody battle for the Japanese mainland.

Even though Japan surrendered only an entire month after the bombs were dropped.

Even though the U.S.A had the most advanced military technology of the time.

Even though there might be indication of this literally being test explosions to see the size of the damage.

'But, hey, ',some of you may say,

'that doesn't matter, because back in the day bombing civilians was not yet a warcrime!'

So was the systemetic trackdown and industrial efficient murder on 6 million innocent jewish people not a warcrime yet.

I mean listen to Hiroshima and Nagasaki put this way: The USA bombed two cities instead of military targets at a time when their reconaissance bombers could fly so high, that the Japanese had no chance of shooting them down and had no ressources left to even fight with.

Now this is not to say, that the Japanese had not commited war crimes, but that is off topic.

What I am saying, however, is that while in Germany you are opening a school book about WW2 and learn about Propaganda and war crimes through analysis of propaganda posters and seeing pictures of piled up bodies, in the USA you learn that the two nuclear weapons dropped on civilian cities were neccesary.

According to Wikipedia about 230 000 people died because of the detonation and after effects, while in the entire pacific war 130 000 U.S. soldiers lost their lives.

They killed almost twice as many people in two days, as the Japanese did in almost four years

Think about that for a moment...

Because as far as I know that is not really taught in U.S. schools, which means that someone reading this might have just now found out about it.

I think you can learn a lot about a countries politics by looking at how they handle the crimes they have commited in war.

Germany is teaching every student, not only that ignorance can lead to horrible things, but that Germany has commited atrocities which it can never forget and will never forget as the debt to all the victims of the holocaust is infinite.

Meanwhile America is teaching students, that killing about twice the amount of people that have died as soldiers in war is justifyable. Even if those people are civilians and include children.

This is why this happens.

Because the topic of the U.S.A commiting war crimes has continuesly been swept under the rug.

Do you think the death of 3000 innocent people is enough to justify the killing of 15 000 people, who are just as innocent?

If you do, then you have no problem with collateral murder.

If you do than you support the death of the 12 innocent people and two children, who are being killed in this video

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FEVER-DREAM ; echo/reader

summary: echo is fine-tuning his new prosthesis. you have experience, you help. unspoken feelings are acted on. adoration blooms. you learn what mesh’la means.

word count: 3k

pairing: echo / f!reader

tags: mutual pining, lots of tender looks, victorian-era hand-touching sluttiness, echo is a gentle soul, reader is head over heels, a touch of ptsd mention, set on ord mantell, mention of our boy fives, in this house we love assistive devices, enough sexual tension to power the death star

a/n: this is me round-house kicking the bad batch writers in the throat because they made echo cosplay a droid — but, also because this man deserves to be treated as more than a means to a mission’s end. majority of you know i am ~bitter~ (understatement of the century) of tbb’s plot/design/writing. but echo has been a favorite from the original days... so have some very soft fic.

i reference character redesigns by @nibeul in this piece — please go peep them here, and some updated character spreads here! they’re really beautiful and add a phenomenal layer of storytelling to the existing designs that’s lacking. nibuel’s art and writing is lovely. please give them a follow — i can’t rec their work enough.

“How does it feel?”

The words are nearly whispered; it’s clear you didn’t want to startle him, and Echo can feel the pinch in his brow soften at your sudden appearence in the doorway.

His bunk, at the back of the Havoc Marauder, is small — the space itself even more so. There’s a makeshift partition, hooked together with spare parts and meant to offer a bit of privacy on the cramped vessel. Its slate grey color has faded, and the edges have become tattered in the cycles of use.

When Echo pulls his dark eyes up from his work, you’re leaning against the frame — your expression is earnest.

For a moment, the once-ARC Trooper is quiet.

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to your attention. Each and every time, it sends him into a spiral; his heart catches as he inhales and tries to push down the warm stir in his gut. The sight of you is enough, nowadays, to melt Echo’s well-maintained irritability. His attention is stolen from his ever-present pain, if only for a bit.

There are plenty of days where he misses the old him — the wide-eyed, eager ARC Trooper who had his brothers by his side. His real brothers. Hevy, Cutup, Droidbait... Fives.

Fuckin’ hell, Fives was probably staring down at him now laughing.

No matter what changes, you’re still shit with the ladies, vod’ika.

In a way he hasn’t fully admitted to himself, you make him feel like himself again. Like... Like some shiny cadet, on leave and distracted by the promises of pretty smiles passing-by. It’s good.

This makes him feel... good.

He flexes, and his right hand — the new, gunmetal durasteel cyberized-prosthesis — closes into a tight fist. It’s taken him a bit, but the feeling isn’t so foreign now. It’s still... slow. Slower than he’s used to, but you’d mentioned it may take some time. The phantom feelings get better, too. All in all, it’s a good thing.

Your own hand, your left, glimmers back in the same gunmetal color.

(Echo had never pressed you about the missing limb — not until one day, in Cid’s, you’d joined him in a quiet corner. You’d spilled your drink and a complaint about getting the star-cherry syrup out of the joints had slipped out. Echo had laughed; a real laugh, the sort that was so rare coming from him, it had you staring at him as if he’d hung ever star in the sky.

Can I ask how it happened? he’d said, breaking the heavy silence when your eyes never left his.

The Pykes, you’d said, and that was enough.)

“I haven’t, uh... Haven’t gotten the sensory calibration right yet.”

Then, his prosthesis cramps. His fingers go rigid, and Echo curses sharply as he reaches around his forearm to quickly reboot the appendage. It goes slack, then hums alive once more.

You wince.

You’re slow to move into the room — and you settle atop one of the crates Echo had stolen from the belly of the ship, an old Mantell Mix shipping container. You’re mindful to set his datapad aside, to not disturb his space too much. Before you reach for his hand, however, you lift your chin and open your hands in your lap.

“May I?” you ask, just as soft as before.

Echo feels small under your gaze.

Truth be told, you’re doing more than just... asking. You’re taking him in — appreciating him. It’s a habit that’s grown more and more apparent to not only himself, but the others.

In recent rotations, Echo has let his hair grow out — not long, but the once close buzz he’d kept has begun to curl at the top. Not entirely dissimilair to how it was before the Citadel. The dermal implants, the ones the Techno Union installed in order to parse the nuerological data in his head, stand out against his warm-colored skin.

His usual AJ^6-inspired headpiece is resting on his bunk.

That damn thing.

A neccesary tool. One that, given the amount of user data Tech had procured when working on modifying the implant, Echo found himself immediately distrusting. It wasn’t as if the AJ^6 cyborg construct had a beautiful track record, and frankly, Echo would like to keep his personality in tact, thank you very much. There were plenty of days he felt machine enough.

It wasn’t often you saw him without the headset; you knew it made linking in via his scomp easier to handle, it made the visualization of data transfers as easy as breathing. For Echo, it was a part of his vast kit, an important tool. For you, seeing him without it bubbles up a bit of a smile.

Echo catches it.

His eyes narrow playfully.

He looks... well. You — hell, are there words for it? For the way the sight of him makes you feel? It’s like there’s a world full of potential there, a thousand words unsaid, and feelings that have steeped in the warmth of longing gazes and half-there touches.

You’re still looking up at him, knees bent on the crate.

You blink, realizing you’ve been caught staring — not for the first time and certainly not for the last. In the beginning, it had left a sour taste in Echo’s mouth. But, now... Well, it stokes a sort of pride in his chest that he hangs onto.

It never gets easier to recover from — certainly not when Echo smirks. He moves to allow you to take his prosthesis into your lap. The gesture is gentle; your fingers cradle the firm yet pliable metal.

“What?” he asks. His voice, low and rough and warm, is tinted with amusement.

“Nothing,” you say vaguely with a shrug — as if that’s supposed to explain any part of your enamored stare. Your attention moves to the prosthesis.

“Nothing?” he asks, moving to thumb his left ear with his free hand with a dash of nervousness. A habit. Echo tilts his head as his fingers brush the cochlear implant there. The panel rests neatly against the side of his head, a small rounded-off square. The bite of self-consciousness has dwindled around you — but still, it creeps back up every now and again.

The Corporal’s brows knot playfully as you turn his new hand over in your lap; you’re admiring the upgraded feel, the more seamless panelling in comparison to your own. Echo watches your lashes flutter in silent thought.

Then:

“You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

You blink slowly at the hand, swallow down your sudden sheepishness and ignore his gaze. You bite back the smile digging into your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks suddenly, and you look up.

A baited trick. He’s smiling.

The warm sort — the sort reserved for you and for Omega. The two souls that hold a piece of his heart, with all its ticking valves and electric timed pulses. There are machinisms that keep him alive, and then there is you. Your wide-eyed expression melts, giving way to the sort of smile he’s tried to memorize over and over. It’s the same smile that has warded off that reoccuring nightmare of the night on the tarmac at the Citadel, the same smile that has pulled him through the grit of phantom pains.

“What—” a sudden laugh bursts from your chest, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You were staring, mesh’la,” he rumbles out as a reminder, enjoying the fact he’s suddenly become the center of your attention. Echo leans back, his boot toeing yours. You nudge it back. Your face feels hot. You ignore his pointedly teasing look with a roll of your eyes.

The nickname started a few weeks ago. You haven’t asked what it means — no, for now it’s meaning hangs in the balance. Untouched but there. The affection the word carries makes your heart feel heavier and unbelievably full.

“Bad habit,” you chirp back, looking up at him through your lashes.

His laugh is warm.

“Maybe not.”

“No,” you say quietly; your voice is soft as your eyes bounce across his face, tracing the lines of his face with your gaze, “I don’t think it is.”

There’s a silence that slips between you — a comfortable one. It’s heavier than before. That has begun to happen recently, especially with the petal-soft utterance of mesh’la becoming more and more frequent. You hold his gaze. Echo lets out a soft, contented sigh.

Then, you remember the task at hand.

You clear your throat.

“Uh... The access panel I’m looking for,” you say slowly as your raise your finger to point to your own arm, “It’s on your bicep.”

Echo blinks. He clears his own throat before looking down — he hadn’t even noticed that access panel. That could explain the jarring miscommunication stalling the limb. This model had more bells and whistles than he initally realized.

Better than a fuckin’ scomp link, that’s for sure.

Wordlessly, Echo makes room on his bunk. You move to settle beside him, your bent leg resting aginst his hip as you half-straddle the bed; your other knee brushes his thigh — and Echo tries to sit still. You’re close, now.

“Is it okay if...?” you trail off, fingers tugging on the short sleeve of his blacks; you pause until Echo offers a curt nod. You catch him swallow. You push onward, fingers nimbly rolling the fabric up over his broad bicep.

Echo steals a glance your way as your fingers pass across a slip of his bare skin.

In his lap, both his hands twitch.

He’s no small man. Lean and athletic, Echo is built like a soldier. Omega had said once that Echo was an ARC Trooper, one of the best of the best. You believed every bit of it, and you’d hung on her words when she’d rambled on about ARC training, about Kamino, and about who Echo was before you knew him. It was all in the past, though. That Echo is a part of this Echo but... They’re different men. He’s been changed by the things that have happened.

You don’t press him on the details.

In time, they’re slipped into conversation here and there — between the here and now.

In the beginning, when you’d found yourself amongst the crew of the Havoc Marauder — be it for a simple job on Cid’s behalf — Echo had hardly paid you a moment of attention, though you admit you’d been curious from the start. It had taken three jobs for you to finally see his face. Then began the slow and gradual bonding over catching joints, grating plates, and hardware updates. His legs, your arm. Two pieces of a pair.

Now, he has this. A beautiful new upgrade — something he’s wanted for a long time. A part of his old self is back, in a way.

You liked that it was more than just a tool. That, in having this piece of his body back, he felt like more than a tool. More than a scomp link.

After all, he is a man — a... a very handsome man. One whose proximity is sort of distracting you, again, from the task at hand.

“The panel here,” you say as you slowly press on the seam that enables the settings panel to be revealed; you’re mindful to explain, “It controls sensory outputs, as well as synchonized synaptic commands. The panel on my forearm does the same to my hand, yours is just... well, you’ve got the new and improve version.”

Echo ducks his head as you work, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Feeling a bit jealous, mesh’la?”

“Maybe,” you breathe out with a smile.

Then, you lift your eyes. You intended to see that he was still comfortable, but instead you come face to face with the Corporal. His nose nearly brushes yours when you lift you chin, completely dragged in by the closeness shared.

There’s a beat of tension. Echo’s mouth goes dry.

You fingers pause. You swallow hard. “How... uh, how does it feel?”

Echo tightens his grip, then releases. His breath tickles your cheeks. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, flit from your eyes to your mouth, and then back. His voice is a croak.

“...Same as before.”

You tinker with a dial, eyes never leaving his; your voice is above a whisper. “And now?”

It’s immediate. Like a rush of cold air up his arm — and on instinct, Echo’s hand twitches. His fingers grip the fabric of his blacks, along his thigh, and... he feels it. The smooth, stretch of the material. It’s... it feels like a lot. His fingertips, metallic and cyberized, tingle. It’s distracting.

He can feel.

His hand is slow. It moves across to bridge the space between you. His pointer finger settles on the curve of your knee; the feeling of your tactical pants beneath his fingertip is ignored, instead he chases the heat of your body.

Your breath catches at the touch.

Echo’s face is turned to you, but... his attention has settled on his hand. His palm then sweeps across your thigh. He follows the curve, soaks in the feeling. You’re frozen in place, beating back the desperate sound of appreciation that threatens to be pulled from your throat. The touch is... more than welcomed.

The closeness itself is making you dizzy.

Then, Echo turns — and the warm, durasteel-plated palm finds your cheek.

Your skin is hot.

“Is this okay, mesh’la?” he whispers, words riding on a quiet exhale — the sort that make you feel... well, you don’t even have words for the way he makes you feel. Echo is... kind, honest, and loyal. Above all else, he’s gentle. Despite it all, despite every bit of horror he’d been put through, he’d never lost sight of the importance of a gentle hand. Especially now in a moment as intimate as this. It coaxes you closer.

You lean into the cybernetic attachment, cheek resting in his palm. You nod, then, with eyes eager to take in every bit of this moment.

He chuckles at the enthusiasm. Echo’s thumb, deft and smooth, then traces the line of your lower lip.

The feeling is... the gnawing pain that he’s felt for nearly a year has melted. Finally, the itch has been scratched in his brain and the hollow ache of his bones is gone. It’s relief, and comfort, and excitement and all these beautiful things — and you.

You’re stuck — you don’t want to move, you won’t move. He’s rooted you completely, and when his other hand — the calloused and warm one of flesh and blood — finds it’s spot along your thigh, you swallow a lovesick sigh that would only exaserbate your desperation.

Your mouth is moving before you realize it.

“What does it mean?”

Echo’s eyes narrow, only a bit, and he runs his thumb up your cheekbone.

“What does what mean?”

“Mesh’la,” it sounds foreign on your tongue. It’s not Hutteese or Twi’leki, not like any language you know, “Will you tell me what it means, Echo?”

The corner of his lips quirk. Your eyes jump to it.

You feel like someone’s reached right into your chest and given your heart a squeeze — and it only worsens when he laughs. He laughs, deep and quiet and warm, like a thunderstorm on a summer night. It feels cruel, to string you along like this when you’re here, lips parted, hanging off his every touch and his every word.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly as his other hand touches your jaw — it’s so damn reverent, this little moment in time, that you almost don’t believe it’s real.

It feels like a dream — like someone has come in and stolen your thoughts from you; like the unrequited yearning has finally stoked a fire large enough to burn you up entirely, a fever you never knew you wanted.

His nose brushes yours.

Your fingers wind into the fabric of his chest. You’re clinging, lost to the moment — and you can’t help wonder if this is how it feels when he catches you adoring him. He’s admiring you so tenderly that you nearly break.

You want to kiss him.

He’s thought about nothing but kissing you for the last five days at least. Longer in his dreams. Nowadays, it’s a constant pull, a constant want.

And now, it’s here — a present and current moment where it can happen. Where he can stop being a shiny cadet and he can make a move...

Enter Omega.

“Echo, we’re back—!”

The telltale hammer of a girl’s boots on the floor signals that the party is back from their supply run — but you’re so far off, spinning in a different universe, you don’t even hear her until its too late... Until Echo is yanking himself away and clearing his throat and rolling his wrist to test the prosthesis in a different way, a less intimate way.

You blink, then rattle yourself back to the present. Omega is in the doorway staring with a quizzical look. Clearly, your state does little to dissuade the assumptions she’s already making and you can see the gears turning in her head. The dark-haired girl then slowly grins.

“Hi.”

You swallow. “Hi, Omega.”

“...Whatcha guys doin’?”

Echo coughs. “Uh, just fine-tuning the new upgrade.”

“...Riiiiiight.”

You rub your cheeks and laugh — clearly forced and incredibly pained — as you stand up and nearly ram your head right into the top of Echo’s bunk. It’s met with a hiss of warning from the trooper as he jumps up to try and protect you from the impact.

“Well! Uh, thanks for letting me help, Echo,” you clap, rocking back and forth on your boots, “I, uh... Oh, Cid called. I should... I should get back—”

“Yea,” he says, straining a bit to find the words, “Yea, I’ll... I’ll comm you if it starts to, uh... If it starts to act up?”

Omega watches the exchange, big brown eyes moving from left to right.

“Good, great — yea, that’s,” you inhale as you rub your thighs and move towards the door, “Perfect. Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Bye!” Omega calls, waving.

You wave back, smiling. “Bye, Omega.”

Then, once it’s only Echo and Omega in the bunk, the tween speaks.

“...What the kriff was that?”

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