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astra-kamari · 1 month

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The sword master

(A series)

part 2

Sumary-The gaang runs into a camp in the trees…

Pairings- Sokka x oc, jet x twin

A/n-sorry it’s late, not my best work but it’s something. Who knew getting the characters to talk to each other would be so hard.Ive been thinking about making a prequel about Constance and Jet, about when their parents died and maybe some in-between….thoughts?

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I was standing in the tree, waiting to attack the fore nation camp site. I wanted to just get this over with, but we had to wait for the right moment.

And then the right moment came. Three people wandered into camp, two water tribesmen, and some kid wearing bright clothes. I looked across the clearing to Jet. Time to shine.

I jumped and took two soldiers out on landing. I turn and slashed at a third. I hear a yell and take out two more coming at you.

I looked over to Jet, who smiled at the random trio, “Down you go.”

I sigh, always the showman he is. A Fire Nation soldier yelled, “They're in the trees!”

The Duke lands on top of the soldier and turns his helmet around to blind him, before riding him around while laughing. Longshot launches arrows at the soldiers while more boys come out of the trees.

I look over to see the girl and the bright colored one fighting the soldiers. The water boy holds up his boomerang and yells as one approaches him, but gets stoped when Jet takes him down first.

“Hey, he was mine!” The water boy yelled

Jet laughed, “Gotta be quicker next time”

You turn back to the soldiers in front of you, taking down the ones right in front of the water tribe girl.

Pipsqeack falls out of the trees and easily take down two soldiers as I took down two more, causing this soldier's spear to hit another soldier, who was going to battle the water tribe boy, in the head, making that soldier also fall down.

The boy looked at me angrily, “Man!” He cried as I disarmed two more soldiers he was going for.

Jet disarmed another soldier and runs up to the water tribe girl.

Jet and smirked at her “Hey.” Oh you really hoped that wouldn’t become a thing.

She said looking completely lovestruck“Hi.”

The bright colored one looked around Amazed. “You just took out a whole army almost single-handed.”

I walked up and rested my elbow on Jets shoulder, “single handedly?” I questioned as i raised my eyebrows.

The water tribe boy spoke. “Army?! Pfft! There were only like, twenty guys.”

Jet looked over at me before introducing himself. “My name is Jet, and these are my Freedom Fighters. Sneers, Longshot, Smellerbee, The Duke, and Pipsqueak.”he said pointing to everyone as he introduced them. Then he turned to me, and ruffled my hair, did he know how long it took to braid this? “This is Constance, my little sister” he smirked around me.

“By two minutes” i mumbled while shoving his arm off.

The water tribe girl stuck her arm out, “Im Katara, this is Aang, Sokka, Appa, and Momo” she says pointing each person out.

I looked over at The Duke who was laughing with the Aang “Ha ha! Pipsqueak, that's a funny name.”

Pipsqueak lurked over them in a threatening manner; using a low, growling tone of voice. “You think my name is funny?”

Aang looks taken aback for a second before replying in an upbeat tone. “It's hilarious!”

I looked over to Pipsqueak, still looming forward with a frown on his face. He suddenly starts laughing, The colored one and The Duke following suit. Pipsqueak pats the Avatar on the back in a friendly manner, though the hit was hard enough to knock him flat on the ground. The Duke stops laughing and looks down at Aang sprawled on the ground before his feet, face flat in the dirt, though when he raises his head and continues laughing, so does The Duke.

I look over at Jet to see Katara approaching him. “Umm, thanks for saving us, Jet. We're lucky you were there.”

Jet laughed, “I should be thanking you. We were waiting to ambush those soldiers all morning. We just needed the right distraction, and then you guys stumbled in.”

Katara Eyed Sokka. “We were relying on instincts.”

Jet looked at me. “You'll get yourself killed doing that.” This was a common debate between us. Jet plans, while i go with my gut.

“Im still alive aren’t i?” I said as i glared at him.

Sokka looks at Katara and Jet disdainfully as The Duke and Pipsqueak look through the barrels. The Duke touches a jelly-like substance on his finger and sniffs it.

The Duke- “Hey, Jet, these barrels are filled of blasting jelly.”

Jet smiled “That's a great score.”

Pipsqueak Holds up a wooden box. “And these boxes are filled with jelly candy!”

I laugh, “Also good. Let's not get those mixed up.”

The Duke- “We'll take this stuff back to the hideout.”

Aang looked at us with wide eyes, “You guys have a hideout?”

Jet laughed “You wanna see it?”

Katara, Very excitedly yells “Yes, we wanna see it!”

Jet smiles at her and we walked towards the hideout.

We stood on the forest floor, i turned and smiled to the group.

Jet- “We're here.”

“Where? There's nothing here.” Sokka said while looking around.

Jet laughed “Hold this.” He says as he gives a rope to Sokka.

Sokka looked skeptical. “Why? What's this do?” He Screams as he is pulled up into the branches. I laugh and grab a tope flying into the trees, backflipping onto a railing.

I look down as Jet grabs Katara and they rise up through the tree together in a “romantic setting.” I would never understand my brother. They come to a landing on a wooden platform in the trees. I look up as Aang is zip lining through the trees.

Aang While passing through with Momo. “Nice place you got!

Katara, It's beautiful up here!”

Jet sighed “It's beautiful, and more importantly, the Fire Nation can't find us.”

Smellerbee lands next to me. “They would love to find you. Wouldn't they, Jet, Con?”

Jet Smirking “It's not gonna happen, Smellerbee.” I jump down and start leading them through the trees.

Katara As Aang zips by again, “Why does the Fire Nation want to find you?”

I look up and laugh “you could say we’ve been causing them a little trouble. See, they took over a nearby Earth Kingdom town a few years back.”

Pipsqueak - “We've been ambushin' their troops, cutting off their supply lines, and doing anything we can to mess with 'em.”

Jet- “One day, we'll drive the Fire Nation out of here for good and free that town.”

Katara- “That's so brave.”

Sokka looks around sarcastically “Yeah, nothing's braver than a guy in a tree house.” I laugh, looking over to him.

Katara- “Don't pay any attention to my brother.”

Jet- No problem. He probably had a rough day.”

Katara- “So, you all live here?” Sokka slows to walk next to me as Katara and Jet “flirt”

Jet- “That's right. Longshot over there?” I look back to Longshot and The Duke walking not making a sound. “His town got burned down by the Fire Nation. And we found The Duke trying to steal our food. I don't think he ever really had a home.”

Katara- “What about you?” I stifined but kept walking as Katara and Jet come to a halt, didn’t want to hear this story again.

“The Fire Nation killed my parents. Me and Connie were only eight years old. That day chan-“

i ran ahead, Jet talked about it freely, but he wasn’t the one who watched them die.

I heard footsteps behind me, i turn and see that Sokka had caught up to me.

“You ok?” He seemed to be genuinely curious.

“Yeah, i prefer not to talk about our parents, Jet talks about them all the time.”

“Oh” he looked at the ground, i realized this was probably pretty awkward for him. We continued until we were almost to my favorite balcony.

I turned and stuck my arm out. “We never properly introduced ourselves, I’m Constance”

He smiled, “im Sokka” he says shaking my hand.

I smiled back, something about the smile was infectious.

“What are you all doing here Sokka?”

He looked a little taken back, “what do you mean?”

I turned back to the balcony and sighed, looking at the view. “I’m sorry, I just-.“

To be honest I was worried, I knew Jet was planing something bad. He wouldn’t fill me all the way in, but he wanted to get rid of the fire nation for good, i was worried about that town that was right by us. I turned back to him and smiled.

“I’m sorry…You all should leave soon.” Like ripping off a bandage, i high-fived myself on the inside, Im gonna need some help to kick out the cute guy.

Now he looked sad, and i immediately felt guilty. “Yeah…we are going to leave tomorrow morning”

“Listen, its not like im forcing you out, i dont know if you noticed but my brother can be a little….”

“Suspicious?”

“Persuasive.” We sat in a comfortable silence for a while. “Its getting late, we should head to dinner”

He sighed, “yeah, they’re probably wondering where we are…”

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#the sword master series #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka #toph #aang #katara #sokka x reader #sokkax yn #sokka x oc #jet x reader #jet

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slasherfckr · 1 year

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hey!! :)) just stopping by to drop a head-canon request! what if thomas hewitt had no choice but to skip town? like if the movie ended differently and he had to leave his rural home. maybe reader finds him injured along the side of the road and decides to help him out or reader assumes he’s trying to hitchhike and gives him a ride? this ride ends up with him staying at readers home because he has nowhere else to go? basically what if thomas had to live in a more modern setting with the reader. thank you sm for your time hun! ~🤩

Ohhh I like this idea 😍😍😍 Okay so I'm gonna go off the TCM: The Beginning's ending (The prequel sequel for the 2003 remake) just cause it'll be easier for me to write this out. It'll be more of a "what if..." Scenario as well

Also I apologize for splitting it into multiple parts. Can't express all my ideas on this topic in just one post

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Thomas Hewitt x afab!Reader - Modern Living (pt 1)

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Mentions of death (obviously)

*Okay so....Only way I can see Thomas ever leaving his home is if his family died during the events of TCM: The Beginning.

*Like, instead of just shooting Monty's leg, the Biker goes straight for the kill and get him right in the chest or something. He doesn't hesitate to do the same with Luda Mae when she comes into the room

*Hoyt sneaks up on him and holds him while calling for Tommy to come do his thing. Biker's death is still relatively the same. He gets cut in two with the saw

*Now when Dean escapes with the Final Girl (sorry forgot her name), but stops to beat the hell out of Hoyt, he doesn't stop when his knocks his teeth out. No he keeps going until you couldn't even recognize Hoyt anymore.

*Dean's death is also the same. Gets gutted by Tommy with the saw from behind. Rest of the ending plays out the same honestly, until when Tommy pops out of the back of the car to kill the final girl and the car crash happens

*He gets out of the car but instead of walking away back to the house, he drops to his knees and let's out a painstaking wail as reality hits him. His whole family was dead. He had nothing. He had nobody.

*He kinda just stays there on his knees until a car comes driving up.

*Its you, on your way home to Dallas

*You ran a bakery in Dallas and had to make an emergency delivery pretty far out. Only reason you did this was because it was a close family friend who needed a wedding cake on short notice

*You immediately stopped your car as you came up to the scene of the crash, where Tommy was still in the middle of the road

*"Holy Shit, are you okay?!" You call out to him. You kept a spare medkit in your vehicle because your nephews always managed to somehow get papercuts when you watched them for your sibling

*You go and kneel down beside him and try to reach out and apply disinfectant to the cut on his forehead but he grabs your hand roughly. Felt like he was about to snap it like a twig

*"Ah! Stop it! I'm just trying to help you..." You winced in pain but managed to look at him right in the eyes. You just noticed he wore a leather mask that covered half his face. You wondered why he wore that but quickly shook off the thought so you could focus on helping the man.

*You two looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before he slightly released his grip on you. Just barely though, as he wanted you to know that if you tried anything, he could and would snap you

*So you went ahead and gently applied the disinfectant while trying to make small talk

*"So...why are you out here? What are you doing here?" You got no answer in response. The mysterious man just kept on watching you carefully

*"If...you don't have anywhere to go, I can let you come with me. I live over in Dallas so it might be a while before we get back. Doesn't seem right to me if I just left you out here on the road alone..."

*After you finished, you applied a small bandage and got up

*"So...if you wanna come, you can. If not, well...I hope you stay safe."

*You smiled at the man and got back to your car. You sighed and put up the medkit before starting the vehicle up. The man was still in the road, just watching you. Guess he wasn't coming after all

*You looked back to see if it was safe to reverse your car but then a door slam scared the hell out of you

*"OH MY GOD!" You quite literally felt your heart skip a few beats as you turned your head to the mysterious man, who was now in your passenger seat

*"At least say something first...You scared the living hell out of me."

. . .

*You got him back to your home in Dallas. As soon as you got back, you let him take a shower while you tried looking for clothes he could wear.

*You eventually found some clothes that belonged to your ex that he never came back for. You closed your eyes as you opened the door a little and slid the clothes in, quickly closing the door after.

*While he took what seemed a like a much needed shower, as he was in there for a good couple of hours, you started on dinner despite arriving at home around 2 in the morning

*You decided to make spaghetti. It was quick and easy to make. You had finished dinner and had plates for the both of you made when the man finally emerged from the bathroom. The clothes barely fit him. You reminded yourself to take him clothes shopping after you both rest

*You led him to the table and had him sit down. You brought over the plates of spaghetti and put his plate down in front of him before going to your seat with your plate

*"Sorry if it's not to your liking. I can't cook very well. I'm more of a baker than a chef." You laughed before digging into your food

*The man just looked at you before slowly picking up his fork. He poked the pasta a couple times. Was this his first time having spaghetti?

*The man seemed extremely hesitant but eventually he took off his mask. His face was covered in sores and scars. Despite that, he was really attractive.

*Soon he took a fork full of pasta to his mouth and almost immediately his eyes lit up. He started eating as though he hasn't had a decent meal in forver

*"Do you really like my cooking that much? Guess my family was wrong. I can cook something decent." You laughed and took another bite of your food.

*The man had cleaned his plate before you could even finish half of yours

*"You're really hungry. Just how long were you out there? Would you like some more?" He gave you a nod in response

*As you got up to get him more, you eyed the parmesan cheese you forgot about on the counter

*"Oh my god if you love plain spaghetti, you should try some with some parmesan on it. Absolutely delicious."

*You brought him his plate along with the cheese. He looked at the cheese then at you before grabbing it and adding some to his pasta.

*You didn't think the man could look anymore happy than he did when he ate the spaghetti with parmesan on it

*Seeing him so happy made you happy as well. Suddenly you realized you didn't even know the man's name. How could you invite someone to you place to stay without asking their name????

*"I forgot to ask earlier. What's your name?"

*He paused before signing something to you

"Thomas Brown Hewitt"

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Ahhh sorry it was so long! I'll try to get to the next part ASAP as soon as I catch up on my other asks 😖 Thank you for reading!!!!!

#slasher fucker #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #tw death #slasher fandom

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lavendel081 · 7 months

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seeing that family tree, i just need to know ALL about Eris' side of the family!

tell us as much as you can about her parents, her step-dad, her half-sister and her grandparents, please! \o/

literally kissing you for letting me talk about them!! I'm so grateful !! finna cry!! Thank you rahh!! I wanted to draw them all again, but I'm too tired with the webtoon (the next episode has 47 panels so that's a lot), so I'll just use the portraits I did of them!

Let's start with the OG!!! Grandpa!!

For fun I made a grandpa design before, and then got the idea to eventually do a prequel story for him! I don't know if I'll ever do it, so I guess I can talk about it here!

Grandpa doesn't have a canon name, but he lived in Pelican Town since he was born. He was the son of a doctor, and his childhood friend is Evelyn. After George moved to the valley, they become besties!! The old farmer in town is somewhat secluded, and has no family, but Evelyn happened to sometimes bring him food and take care of him, so one day Grandpa joins her. He decides he doesn't want to take on his fathers' legacy, and instead buy the farm from the old man. So int his story, the farm has only been in Eris family since grandpa, and well then kinda died with him until Eris comes to the valley. He has a younger sister, who may or may not take over the clinic instead (even if their father was against it at first, since they are v old-fashioned,,)

You can find some designs of other younger versions of npc here!!

Grandpa has one son! I don't think I'll give him any siblings, but yippie Elias! He looks a lot like Eris, and it's on purpose for Eris to strongly take after him instead of her mother.

He used to be a troubled youth, who, like his own father, didn't want to take on his fathers' legacy. So it's kind of a repeating cycle? He moved to the city v early on, didn't like living out in the valley. Maybe he's a bit like Sebastian in that sense? He mellows out a lot though and is a very gentle man. He and Ingrid/Eris Mom are both very laid back when it comes to raising their kids too. Mostly too busy with work, but it gives both girls an easy lifestyle!

With Ingrid, I happened to somehow mirror Robins story in a way, even though a lot less dark (at least in my version of Robins story)

Ingrid also had her first child very early on in life, somewhere in her early 20's. I'm still not sure if she necessarily got married to Marissa's/her first daughter's father, but they separated pretty quickly and their custody battle went fine? Marissa isn't very close to her father, but they aren't necessarily on bad terms. Ingrid is very independent, and is the main bread winner. She's also 4 years older than Elias and taller than him. (She still wears heels around him, though.)

Marissa is 8 years older than Eris, but they are semi-close! She's not very good at showing her feelings, but she cares a lot for her sister in her own way. When they were younger, and their parents often weren't home, Marissa took Eris to restaurants, so they could have dinner together. So she also helped raise Eris a lot.

She also often did Eris hair and picks her clothes! She might be so famous at this point, that she might appear in my webtoon soon, he-he! Marissa is like her mother, very independent and focused on her goals. She also has a very sharp tongue, in the sense that she says what she thinks.

And that's everyone, I think!! Thank you again for letting me talk about them that means so much to me rahh!!!

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david-talks-sw · 9 months

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I was 17 when The Phantom Menace came out and was miffed by the Jedi’s reaction to Anakin because he missed his mother and was rightfully concerned her about her. In Attack of the Clones he’s a young adult who is having nightmares about her and as we follow along we learn that she met and a man and was freed. So why in the years she was free have the two not talked? She knew where he was. Then she dies and lastly we have Revenge of the Sith where he’s worried about his wife and child dying.

Now I did not then or now take Anakin as being greedy for wanting his loved ones to be safe. The Jedi come off as a closed off body considering they start training children at such a young age that they don’t know their families and they forbid contact or their members from loving someone. Attack of the Clones is a forbidden love story.

So for me the story is a family getting caught up in a religious war and it having dire consequences for them. Anakin was saved when Luke went against his teachers and tried to save his father proving beyond any doubt the Jedi were wrong.

Yoda even thinks the Jedi need to change at the end of the Revenge of the Sith novel.

(You're covering a lot of subjects, I won't go into detail on any of them because I already commented on them, I'll just link my other posts, you can click to see what backs up my argument or just take my word for it.)

I think you're free to have your own headcanon and/or interpretation of the films.

Fact remains though: you were 17 and the Prequels were made for 8 to 12-year olds.

Maybe it's because I saw it in Italian, maybe it's because I was like 5 or 6, but my takeaway of the Yoda telling Anakin that "fear is a path to the Dark Side"... was just that. That fear is a path to the Dark Side. I took it the same way others took the "do or do not" scene in ESB. Yoda didn't come across as particularly mean, and clearly isn't meant to come across that way either.

"[Shmi] met and a man and was freed. So why in the years she was free have the two not talked? She knew where he was. [The Jedi] forbid contact or their members from loving someone."

I never saw anyone outright forbid Anakin from seeing Shmi, in the movies. If we go by Canon, Dooku met his father and wasn't expelled, and in Legends, Adi Gallia speaks of her parents with reverence, as if she knew them.

Why have Anakin and Shmi not talked? Because Shmi is living with a farmer, she's made a new life for herself, and even if she wanted to, it'd be trying to get from Tatooine to the capital of the galaxy on a farmer's budget.

"Attack of the Clones is a forbidden love story."

Yes... but not exactly.

Love itself isn't forbidden. Love over duty is forbidden. It's not about not being allowed to be in a relationship, it's about being fully committed to whatever relationship you choose. In Anakin's case, he needs to choose between the Order and Padmé, and half-asses his commitment to both.

"Yoda even thinks the Jedi need to change at the end of the Revenge of the Sith novel."

Yeah... but not in the way you think.

The whole passage of that novel goes into how the Jedi were beaten because the Sith shifted the battlefield by going into politics, which the Jedi had no experience against. The Jedi were expecting an actual fight, instead they got checkmated by the very thing they were upholding.

The moral of that passage isn't "the Jedi were flawed because they didn't allow people to see their parents or because they didn't allow people to love" it's "had the Jedi been less politically-inept, they wouldn't have been blindsided."

"So for me the story is a family getting caught up in a religious war and it having dire consequences for them. Anakin was saved when Luke went against his teachers and tried to save his father proving beyond any doubt the Jedi were wrong."

Again: this is cool. More power to you.

But it's not the intended narrative.

Sure, Luke is proving them wrong in the sense that they thought Vader would never willingly come back to the Light - but even then, look how beat up Vader needs to be before he does.

But at the end of the day, Ben hopes that Luke is right.

He hopes that Vader can become Anakin again. It's just that he's painfully aware that the chances of that happening are very meager, and what's much more likely is that Luke will die instead or worse, fall to the Dark Side. Which almost happens. Again, love vs duty.

Luke isn't proving Ben wrong by rejecting the temptation of the Dark Side and sparing his father, a defenseless foe, because, just this once... his duty is to choose love, it's to show compassion.

He's just... being a Jedi. That's standard Jedi stuff.

And Jedi are awesome.

#QnA #long post #jedi order #anakin skywalker #Luke Skywalker #star wars

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antianakin · 2 months

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In the Expanded Universe, the Clone Troopers didn't have inhibitor chips. If Ahsoka and Rex were pre-existing EU characters before TCW, how would Order 66 play out?

As someone particularly unfamiliar with the EU, I'm basically going to have to give my best guess here based on what little I know about how clones and clone/Jedi relationships were treated pre-TCW.

So the first option is the one that seems to be most in line with what the Prequels were going for which is that the clones are slightly less than sentient and so while the relationships between the clones and the Jedi might've seemed friendly, it wasn't the deep friendships we saw from TCW, but perhaps closer to like a co-worker's politeness than anything else. So if we just assume that the plot of TCW itself goes pretty much the same, Rex and Ahsoka are on a star destroyer coming back from Mandalore when Order 66 hits, then the way this one goes is that Rex simply doesn't hesitate when given the Order. This is very likely to end in Ahsoka's immediate death since she is surrounded by clone troopers on that bridge. If we want to be kinder to Ahsoka for some reason, then let's say she manages to pick up on the danger and is able to somehow flee the bridge, then she'd just escape immediately. She'd probably kill several clones on her way to a shuttle because she wouldn't really care about keeping them alive the same way we see happening with Obi-Wan and Yoda in ROTS; it's them or her at this point. Rex would either be killed in her escape or just left behind and we'd never know what happened to him after that.

The second option is the anti-Jedi version where the reason the clones are so quick to turn on the Jedi is because the Jedi have treated them badly and so the clones hate them and aren't opposed to their genocide. In this case, obviously Rex and Ahsoka's relationship would be very strained, he's with her on this mission because he's been ordered to go by Anakin probably but there's no friendship here and never has been. The aftermath of this probably goes exactly the same as option 1, honestly. The most likely outcome is she gets immediately murdered because she's surrounded by people who want her dead and aren't going to hesitate, but if you wanted to be REALLY kind to her, then she gets a split second to react to the danger and finds a way to flee the bridge and probably kills several clones on her way out to a shuttle. Maybe this is the one where she uses Maul as a distraction, knowing it will mean the deaths of the clones, but instead of going after Rex, she just goes after her own escape. This would probably lend itself well to a darker Ahsoka, honestly.

Option 3 is based on what little I know of Karen Traviss's abominations and in this one I guess Ahsoka would realize while spending time with Bo-Katan that wow the Mandos are just SO MUCH BETTER than those stinky Jedi and she realizes she's been in love with Rex this whole time and the two of them decide to stay with Bo-Katan and become Mandalorians alongside the rest of the 332nd or something. Maybe they met up with that dude Kal Skirata and his Null sons or whatever when taking back Mandalore because everyone seems to think this dude shits gold or something.

TL;DR It would suck, pretty badly. The best option for me is option 1 and Ahsoka is immediately killed along with most of the other Jedi during Order 66. It doesn't break continuity with the films at least and it's thematic that she dies from Anakin's choices, even though she'll never know it.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #captain rex #star wars extended universe #star wars eu

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jasminedragonart · 2 months

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My goal for this year is to read more books. There were a lot of books I avoided when I was younger just because I thought they weren't for me. I'm starting to realise that a lot of books are and it just wasn't time for me to read them yet. Others I've found are as badly written as I thought they would be and it makes me question why I want to read books by author's I haven't read from before.

Anyway, so far the books I've read that I've enjoyed are:

The Wheel of Time: Books 1 and 2. I have book 3 and plan to read it, however I fond out that this is an unfinished series since the author died. While it is technically finished, it was finished by Brandon Sanderson and while I have his books on my reading list, I don't think reading without Robert Jordan's penmanship will really bring justice to the world I've invested in. THAT BEING SAID, the first two books are SO good. I picked this book up by chance when I was away last year and put it back because the blurb was the vaguest thing I've ever seen. Except, then it haunted me once I heard there was a TV show. I haven't watched it, nor do I plan to since they seemed to have taken it in a different direction. But if you're looking for a good fantasy series to read, even if it's just the first few books, this one hasn't let me down yet.

The Raven Boys: I haven't finished this one yet but the book is good so far. I have the other 3 on the way that's how invested in this series I am right now. I've read other works by this author before, the Shiver one, and while I don't remember hating it I don't remember liking that one much. This book is good though. I'm enjoying it.

The Neverending Story: This one I enjoyed reading but I found that it's definitely a children's book. I picked it up in the hopes to read this to my niece when she's a little older. I thought it wouldn't be until she was around 10 before I could read this with her, but I'm happy that it's simple enough that I'll be able to read it to her maybe when she's around 3-7 Not too scary, not too detailed and while the movie is phenomenal, I really enjoyed this book as well.

The Folk of the Air series: I read them all. There were things in this I enjoyed. I liked the world building of the faerie realm. I also enjoyed some of the politics. But the book had its faults too. It's very teenager-ish. Which isn't inherently bad. The Raven Boys is proving to be better at it though. Jude and Cardan were... at times hard to read. It was quite predictable at times and it's not the best enemies to lovers book out there but I managed to finish it and I did enjoy it. It's something I would recommend to people, but not something I would rave about like I would the Wheel of Time.

I'm looking for other books to read after this. So far my list is:

The rest of the Raven Cycle (3 books) The Way of Kings series (These are so long and there's like 4 books) The Wheel of Time (Book 3 and maybe 4) God of War Inkheart

If there's anything else you would recommend let me know. If anyone has read any Robin Hobb books let me know if they're any good, I'm looking for a good fantasy series.

Also also if anyone knows if someone has written a Davy Jones and Calypso book let me know. I wish Disney had decided to do a prequel on them or at least release a book but I have yet to find one.

#books #book recommendations

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reilly310 · 3 months

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Outlander: Blood of My Blood

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I'm dusting off my blog for the first time in a looong time with some thoughts about the new prequel series.

I've been on the fence about the new series, but after learning that Claire's parents' story will be included, I found myself more intrigued. Then seeing this (amazing) sketch of young Jamie and Claire got my imagination flowing.

I'm mostly interested to see how the writers will integrate the two storylines, as I would think they'll have to do. Given at least one (and perhaps both) of Claire's parents can time travel:

Will one of them be from the past (her father, I presume) and, in a kind of reverse Outlander, meet/fall in love with the other in the future?

And/or will both of them travel back to Jamie's parent's time (purposely or by accident) and will they meet/be friends (or foes) of each other's for a time?

Will they give birth to Claire in the past or the present? Will Jamie and Claire know each other (or at least meet briefly) as very young children but be too young to remember that encounter/relationship? (See picture above..and yes, I know there's a 5 year age difference in OL but just indulge me here because that picture is so cute. Maybe, more realistically, when Claire is 5, they are present for Jamie's birth instead. Isn't one of the rules of time travel in OL that you have to have a connection to where you're traveling to? Since Claire went through the stones the first time by accident, could she have landed where/when she did because of that connection to Jamie / his family from her past even if she didn't consciously remember it?)

Do Claire's parents actually die in a car crash or was she just told this by Uncle Lamb as a way to explain their absence? Did they get stuck in the past instead and spend the rest of their lives trying to return to her? Do Jamie's parents find out their secret and try to help them in this endeavor to return to the future?

Or maybe they perish in the past and Uncle Lamb, a time traveler himself, brings Claire to the present to keep her safe.

Because (I don't think) there's any book reference to Claire's parents other than her mentioning how they died and that she doesn't really remember them, the possibilities related to their storyline are endless.

Having put these thoughts out into the universe, though, I'm likely setting myself up for disappointment if/when the series airs and does none of these things. However, a connection of some sort between the two couples will have to be established in order for the series to have a flow that makes sense and is not disjointed.

PS: I read the first 3 books and part of the 4th before setting them aside years ago, so I don't consider myself a book reader. Perhaps there's information in the later books that would make the potential connections I've imagined for this new series impossible. If so, please let me know.

PPS: . Do we know if this prequel is intended to be a limited series (like the Yellowstone prequel "1883") or a series with multiple seasons? If it's a limited series of 10 episodes, they might be able to get away with two separate storylines that merge in some way only at the end. I just don't think I would find it as intriguing as one that's interconnected.

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aethersea · 4 months

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There’s an atla au of star wars that I have tried so hard to bend into a shape that I can actually write, but alas, all I have are ideas. This is the one that’s in the wips folder as Everything Changed when the Clones Attacked, which is ironic bc I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do with the clones. Maybe they’re being brainwashed at Lake Laogai? Or something???

Anyway. The story has two parts, prequels and sequels. Details under the cut, because this got a bit long.

In the prequels, the elderly Master Yoda of the airbenders is Avatar, and in his old age he’s stopped traveling the world and instead dispenses his wisdom from one of the great Air Nomad temples, nestled deep in the mountains where only Air Nomads can reach. He’s unofficial leader of the council of Air Nomad elders, which is….not great, really, not how things should be, but it’s mostly been okay. He’s been a good avatar overall, and it’s only in later years that he’s leaned so heavily toward the Air Nomads, and really none of this is enough to push the four peoples truly out of balance.

Our story starts with Qui-gon Jinn, an airbending master traveling with his apprentice, helping a besieged queen from a minor Earth Kingdom escape her city. (I saw a post once asserting that the Earth Kingdom is actually a collection of largely autonomous kingdoms that all loosely recognize the authority of the Earth King in Ba Sing Se, and I like that a lot, so that’s the worldbuilding I’m going with here.) Qui-gon agrees to take Queen Amidala to the Avatar’s council to beg their aid.

Along the way, they encounter a young boy living with his mother. The boy can do a bit of earthbending—and also a bit of waterbending, and a bit of airbending, and a bit of firebending. Which is impossible, because Avatar Yoda isn’t dead, but there he is, bending all the elements anyway.

I don’t think there’s slavery in the atla universe, but we could probably get away with indentured servitude of some kind, and Qui-gon acquires Ani in much the same way as he does in canon. He takes him to Avatar Yoda—and Yoda rejects him. Says, essentially, “This is weird as hell but it’s also not my problem.” (Frankly I can’t come up with an actual good reason for Yoda to do that, but just go with me here.) So Qui-gon angrily responds that if the Avatar won’t take responsibility, he will, and then gets himself enmeshed in Amidala’s political problems to boot.

And then he dies.

Something something evil emperor, yadda yadda you know the drill. (Though I think the empire isn’t going to be the Fire Nation, despite the thematic appropriateness of fire spreading unchecked to consume all in its path. Palpatine is gonna usurp the Earth King, I think, and I do feel the prequels’ themes around entrenched systems with deep flaws, which are too big to fight as individuals and too implacable to change, will fit well with atla themes around earth.)

The sequels portion of things is even less plotted out. All I know is that Luke grows up in the same nameless patch of Earth territory his father grew up in, and he doesn’t actually discover he can waterbend until he’s practically an adult. It’s a shock to everyone—except, somehow, weird Old Ben who lives in the desert, who tells him that the next Avatar is supposed to be a waterbender, and won’t explain why he’s so convinced Luke is that Avatar given that he’s pretty emphatically not from the Water Tribes.

Luke is finally convinced when he manages to airbend, under Old Ben’s suspiciously skilled tutelage. He can’t pull off any other elements, though, so they go off on a road trip to that swamp where you see spirits, to try to reach the past Avatars and get some guidance.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both of them, Leia has grown up knowing she can firebend. This is kind of an alarming skill for the princess of an Earth Kingdom to have, and even more alarming given that she’s already an earthbender. So she’s kept it secret, and no one but her parents has ever known.

They can meet in some way analogous to the Death Star raid in A New Hope, idk I have zero plot in mind here. The point, as far as I’m concerned, is that the Skywalkers have fundamentally broken the Avatar cycle. Anakin shouldn’t exist, and yet he does, and he was born while Yoda was still alive. If he hadn’t existed, the next Avatar would be a waterbender, and that’s Luke—except he’s from the Earth Kingdom. If Anakin is a true Avatar, then the next one would be an earthbender, and that’s Leia—only then she shouldn’t have been born until after Anakin’s death. Nothing makes sense! Even Yoda and all the other past Avatars together have no goddamn clue what is going on!

Imagine their consternation when they discover that neither Luke nor Leia is the Avatar: it’s actually both of them together. Luke has air and water, Leia has earth and fire; Luke can visit the spirit world and be the bridge between humans and spirits, and Leia can speak to kings and maintain the balance between the four nations. The two of them, together, can defeat their father, defeat the emperor, and restore harmony to the world.

#finx writes #finx has friends on the internet #star wars #why yes I do still have an ask from you from a long-ago wip wednesday for this fic #I stared at that google doc for SO LONG trying to come up with something I liked even a little #I just have no clue what to write! can't make the words happen!#so here instead have this

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The Power of Understanding / Part 2 (v2)

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Rewritten v2 posted on: 2023/09/10

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Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress. More background info to come, if I feel like it :D Isekai reader, but she doesn't know about the Linked Universe. Warnings: None. SFW. Maybe Teen? Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written! Some fluffy Twilight x Reader content in this chapter.

So, what was happening to you today? You just couldn't stop thinking about Twilight for some reason. You even carried your work over the stables, having to inhale the smell of horseshit around you.

But he was just... there. Not like he has been far away lately. You’ve literally been stuck with him (and the rest of the chain) for around two years. Your ‘situationship’ with Wild was still there, and the rest of the chain was aware of it, you were guessing. You both weren’t exactly super subtle about it, hand holding and such and sometimes a small kiss here and there, but you were never explicit with it either. Nobody questioned anything, everybody had their… quirks, you guessed.

Did they think you were just in a relationship, you wondered sometimes. Were they even familiar with the word, situationship? Gods, what would they think of the involvement of you, Zelda and Link at the same time, if they knew? Technically, everybody had their room in the house in Hateno, but, well... Ah, you really missed Zelda too, and her delicate fingers on… You took a breath and then sighed. You were getting distracted.

Anyway, nobody owes anyone explanations in the Chain that you learned. That was the agreement of the Links, in which you were indirectly included. If they don't want to tell, you don't force them.

Except, you pretty much knew everything. Well, you weren't really familiar with any game where all the Links were together except maybe some fanfiction where they met in the afterlife, but Wild didn't "exist" back then, from your perspective.

Now, Time was out with the others, getting some business done in Castle Town. Wild also joined him to get some ingredients for the recipes he learned from Malon.

Back to Twilight... You were watching his strong arms, brushing the horse gently. He definitely had a tall stature compared to the other Links. The Links you are in contact with are ranging from their mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties (except Wind, though he was still almost a 16/17 -year-old teenager). So, most of them were fully adults.

"Hey, I can feel ya starin', ya know, Trivia Queen,” he said with his Ordona drawl that occasionally made an appearance, sighing, while still brushing his Epona.

Right. That was your nickname. When you first arrived, you kept spouting things about them that you supposedly should not "know" about, which made the Links (except Wild, he was used to it) extremely suspicious. Over time, they got used to it, especially after finding out about your "job" at Wild's world, as a historian, linguistics scholar. So they left it at that.

The other rule was that you were not supposed to discuss one Link with another, unless you are sure you are not revealing any secrets.

...which was a rule that was established right after you revealed that Twilight is Wolfie, to Wild. Seems like the Old Man already knew (you and Wild joined the chain pretty much as the latest additions), and it was his idea to come up with it. And it was kind of unfair because Wild said he already knew Wolfie from his initial adventure! Hah, good riddance. It did end up being revealed to everyone anyway, after his near death experience.

Fair to say, you were the persona non-grata for a while. And that nickname was not Trivia Queen, but it was Trivia-something else for a while (Thanks, Vet).

"Mhm," you idly replied.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, catching you lost in thought while the stables filled with the scent of horse dung. "Hey," he called out again, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Lost in your own world again?"

You sighed, blushing slightly, and tried to shake off the daydream of you and him in a big bear hug. "Yeah, just got a bit distracted," you admitted, turning your attention back to the ranch's budget paperwork. "These numbers can be quite mesmerizing, you know."

The rancher chuckled, his eyes warm as he continued brushing his Epona. "If you say so," he replied playfully. "But I have to admit, you manage to make even the most mundane tasks seem fascinating."

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment, feeling your heart flutter slightly. "Thanks, Link. You know how to make a 'trivia queen' blush," you teased back, trying to keep the conversation light-hearted.

His grin widened, and he leaned against the stable door, looking at you with that undeniable twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, really? Well, consider it a skill I've honed over time," he said, winking playfully.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to hide the butterflies in your stomach. "I suppose I'll have to keep my guard up around you, then," you replied, feigning a serious tone.

Twilight chuckled, and for a moment, the two of you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You wish you could," he winked.

There was an unspoken awareness that, despite the friendly banter, there were lines he would not cross. You respected his relationship with Wild, and he respected your history with him. And of course, the fact that everybody's existence is but a flicker...

Yes... Who knows how long you will still be here anyway? Even the stuff with Wild and Flora is as dangerous as it is. You can literally disappear and get back to your own world, leaving them behind.

This was the thing that was stopping you from the other type of "feelings" you could catch. You never spoke about this with Wild or Flora. To be fair, not like there was any time to. You… literally had the most intense moment of intimacy one night, and less than 24 hours after that, you and Link were taken in via the portal and met with 8 other Links. Poor guy even hesitated to sleep with you in the same bedroll, literally the night after.

And since the adventures with the Chain started, there was this weird gloom between you two sometimes (both missing Zelda), but the respect you have for each other never disappeared. That was another unspoken agreement.

The moment you want to speak about this awkward issue of you having a heart big enough for love for other people, the reality of your existence would be bare.

Anybody can disappear, forever, anytime.

Time's return broke the moment, and you both quickly resumed your tasks, acting as if nothing significant had transpired. "So, what were you two chatting about?" Time inquired with a sly grin.

"Just discussing the ranch's budget," you replied casually, keeping things vague.

The Old Man raised an eyebrow but seemed to take your word for it. "Alright then, just remember we've got some preparations to make before the next portal appears," he said, his eyes flickering with a knowing but serious glint. It wasn't the first time he witnessed something like this.

You nodded, grateful for the diversion. "Of course, I'll get back to work."

As the day went on, you couldn't help but steal glances at Twilight, his presence always managing to captivate you. Though you were the "translation magic" of the group, your understanding of him went beyond language. It was a connection that had been forged through shared experiences and unspoken feelings of the last couple of years, despite the initial incidents you had.

And as you continued to work alongside the Chain, you held onto the hope that, in the midst of all the chaos and adventure, there might be a chance for your paths to intertwine in a more profound way. For now, you would cherish the friendly banter and the secret glances, knowing that no matter how many worlds you traveled, Twilight would be a part of your heart's journey, for now.

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I would like there to be a fic where the "three solobrats" and early love interests (YJK, JJK era, so A/T, J/TK, J/Z) end up time-travelling to the prequel era (probably shortly after Geonosis), and the Organa-Solo kids are excited to meet their not-evil-yet granddad.

This goes off the rails when Tahiri freaks out as soon as Anakin 1.0 enters because that is the monster of folklore who slaughtered a whole tribe of Tuskens, down to the youngest baby.

Because you can't convince me that in this AU a) Anakin doesn't go down as some sort of ghost/horror story in Tusken culture, and b) curious baby force-sensitive Tahiri didn't wander off at some point and end up seeing the echo of the slaughter.

The prequel-era council obviously freaks out about 1. the time travel, 2. some of the time travelers are Anakin 1.0's descendants, 3. Anakin 1.0 apparently committed genocide (note: the fandom doesn't view this with the right amount of horror, even in light of his second genocide--the Jedi), and decides to temporarily suspend his duties until they can perform an investigation of sorts into his decision-making capabilities.

Anakin 1.0 is initially thrilled because OMG GRANDKIDS and one of them is named after him (wahoo!!), but quickly becomes pissy because the friend of his mini-me (EW, she was raised by Tusken Raiders [careful Ani1, your racism is showing] even though she's human) gets him in trouble with the council.

Anakin 2.0 now has even more issues/worries about his namesake, and turning out like him [note: this was a big plot point in his early appearances].

Jaina & Jacen are kinda worried about this because now their granddad was bad from an earlier point??? and they don't know what to do with that. (Jacen is jumping from joy because a bunch of animals that went extinct during the Empire's rule are still alive; Jaina finds out there were apparently seven lightsaber forms before Knightfall, and decides to crash all the basic training classes. This is hilarious because she's older than the enrolled students for the more basic forms like Shii-cho.)

Tenel Ka and Zekk are along for the ride:

("Wait, she's the heir to the Hapes Consortium?" "yes" "and they're letting her be a Jedi too?" "yep" "politically is that allowed?!?" "I mean her mom's from Dathomir?" **jedi padawan noises of imploded worldview**)

("so Zekk what about you" "oh, I'm a Coruscanti street rat :)" "ah ok, so the order found you easily!" "I guess your version would, but the Jedi got massacred, so I didn't start training until I was a teenager :)" **choking noises** "oh yeah, Emperor Palpatine was a total hardass, I'm so glad my friend's parents got rid of him, I'd probably be dead or totally evil if he was still in power" --at this point the padawan(s?) they're chatting to [maybe Barriss; she seems politically aware enough to worry about the heir of a major political power also being a Jedi--she's probably also read about Xanatos] decides to bring them to the council)

It goes something like "Didn't they mention, Darth Vader & the clones slaughtered pretty much the entire Order. Some of the younger padawans escaped (their masters died for them (and oh, doesn't that hit hard)) and ran until dark siders who served the Emperor hunted them down (this can be vaguely compliant with some Rebels content; assume the Rebellion-era is more fusion with new canon, except Thrawn doesn't engage as much with the Lothal cell, and thus is around for the Thrawn trilogy on to proceed (thus inquisitors exist and so too do the Hands--maybe Mara is Palpy's spy in the inquisorius's ranks; Starkiller can be Vader's; Death Star plan theft follows TFU more than R1) it hits hard that some of their own (their children, their future) work to destroy the vestiges of what they were).

Then they find out that Darth Vader, the Sith Apprentice--the emperor's attack dog, his right hand--is Anakin (1.0), the boy they took in, the one they protected, the one some viewed as their savior, the boy winning battle after battle, the one shining bright, the Hero With No Fear, the boy whose fear of losing everything, everyone he cares about is slowly tearing him to shreds, the foolish, foolish boy who will doom the galaxy to save one person and fail at that, the buy who burned and burned, scorching those around him until he was alone, and still burning, until he burned himself to save another foolish boy, the younger burning like a candle, steadily, warmly, rather than like the sun, and Anakin (they can't bring themselves to hate him, even knowing what he will do--they see the sweet child who loved his mother, who wanted to free all the slaves in the galaxy), seeing the warm, kind candlelight of the other boy, the brave, foolish child, his child, his son, and knowing he will burn him, sees the vacuum of space (the cold, cold man who made him burn everyone, who made him lose everyone, until only the vacuum was left behind, the only one he could not burn away), sure to take the air around the lone, kind candle, and the sun (Anakin) burns itself (himself) out, becomes a supernova to push the vacuum (empty, cold, always hungry) away from the candle (the son), and saves the brave, foolish boy who came to help him, but he feared burning most of all (the burning sun of Tatooine burns himself out, after burning with hatred for the better part of two decades, for another desert child, one who burns with warmth, like a hearthfire, and asks for the girl who burns (with the passion of justice, with compassion, the girl who is like him but not for instead of burning the world for those she loves, she who would burn herself out, the girl who would burn her enemies (those who seek the harm the world) for any who deserve kindness, who burns internally, but is willing to burn others as well) to forgive him, and she does, eventually, she names her steady hearthfire of a son after him, and hopes against hope that he (her son, one of her three suns) will have a happy ending, that he will not burn himself out like his grandfather, his namesake [Anakin, her son, he burns too: for his siblings (they will burn as well, his brother like his grandfather--maybe he should have been Anakin instead--and his sister, burning, the one to put out her twin's light, twin suns of Tatooine, one snuffed out the other), his friends (they break apart, the group splintering, fragmented after the war is won; even before), his love (she breaks, in a way not even being shaped by the black holes, put under pressure in the hope of her becoming one, can do; for a while she fades away to almost nothing, invisible, until the brother, seeing the broken, invisible girl takes her, and tries to make the broken puppet of a girl dance for him; it works for a time, building more cracks in her skin until she shatters, and the people who loved him, Anakin the second, the bright boy who burned himself away too soon, see the girl again, no longer invisible, and try to help her [pray they are not too late to put her (shattered, porcelain, crushed spirit, a shell of her former bright self) together again]), for the galaxy; but at this part of the story we don't know his fate, to burn and burn until there is nothing left, until the force takes him away, to burn so hot, so bright, so light, that his enemies (true voids in the force--black holes--not like the cold, hungry vacuum that desired, took the sun of his grandfather) burned away as well; he burns away, but as a hero. This does not stop his mother from her agony; it is all his father can do to hold himself together to stop her shattering like the girl everyone forgot, the invisible girl who loved his son, who would (and does) do anything for the memory of a boy who left the galaxy too soon].

This is the story they tell: of the angry sun who burns everyone (especially even those who offer him kindness), the boy-candle, the girl who burns with the heat of a thousand suns but never harms those undeserving of that fury, the scoundrel with the hard exterior who inside is kind, the brave wookie warrior who lives [and dies, though they will not know it for a time] to protect them, the saviors of the galaxy;

and others as well: the girl who was almost snuffed out by the vacuum, who burned as a quiet ember, whose flame was reawakened by the boy-candle; the boy who parallels her, who was trained by the angry sun to burn like him but refused, who burned out over and over again trying to prove himself, and, in the end, burned out to save the galaxy, who sent the message to the rebels that worked to end the war [the message, that, too late for some, still saved billions, perhaps trillions of lives, had it not been sent (how many worlds could have shared Alderaan's fate?)].

#star wars #star wars legends #anakin solo #tahiri veila #anakin skywalker #leia organa #jaina solo #jacen solo #han solo #tenel ka djo #zekk #star wars expanded universe #star wars eu #barriss offee #star wars meta #fic ideas #now on ao3 #i should be sleeping

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So just spinning a line here but thinking about it now, What if Chief Yakou was always fated to have a near-death experience? Because he actually says that master detectives don't always get their forte's right off the bat and it's heavily implied that late-bloomers involving forte's are a thing. And l suspect that he gains one involving Telepathy when he gets close to death in chapter four. Because in chapter four he reaches out to Yuma and Vivia mid-argument but he doesn't have a ghost-form and he would not have been able to be heard as clearly and at the volume he was from where he was especially not without alerting the others that something was going on, and in chapter five he calls out to Yuma from several large rooms away but the clarity and volume remains the same and one can tell that when Yuma actually approaches him it is a struggle to physically speak. What are your thoughts?

This is a very interesting theory that I've never seen before! I won't debunk it, but I'll add some 'food for thought' and leave it open for discussion.

I think it's best to start off by addressing the big elephant in the room: can an imperfect homunculus gain a Forte or powers in general? We know Makoto has Yuma/Number One's Coalescence, but we have no idea if that can only happen with perfect homunculi. Without an imperfect homunculus of someone with a Forte, we have zero idea if it's feasible to happen with Yakou if he were to have an untrained power. But hey, that makes it all the more open to theorize whatever the heck ya want!

Original Yakou had a near-death experience in the prequel novel, being nearly beaten to death by the gang leader before Mitsume's intervention. There wasn't any sign of telepathy then, and when he joined the WDO, it's clear they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary with him either. As for his homunculus, it's an open field of possibilities. There's definitely something funky about humunculi souls no matter what angle ya look at it, so Vivia and Yuma hearing his voice as ghosts does lean more toward some soul-fuckery going on. Perhaps his soul was already wrestling to be released from his body, but the healing process made him last a little longer as he slowly died to the poison gas. And since Vivia n Yuma are in their ghost forms, they're not only emotionally close to Yakou (as in having tight bonds with him), but spiritually close in that moment as well.

However, I do find it odd that undead Yakou's voice is heard solely by Yuma, where not even Shinigami can hear it, is questioned in the moment but is never brought up again, and so the community has also shrugged it off. It could be because Yakou's soul is in the purgatorial space between life and death, so it's latched itself onto Yuma when he finds him right by the fake corpse of Vivia (who are once again his two closest allies). But what really throws a wrench into everything is that Shinigami shares Yuma's mind, which means she should be able to hear any voices that he hears in his head. So maybe Yuma just hallucinated Yakou's voice before they actually met??? This went so far off the rails for the original theory I'm sorry. Ya can tell I also shrugged that part off until this made me fasten on my deerstalker and smoke a metaphorical pipe. Cool theory, though!

#so many things i still wish to know about the homunculi n ghosts in this world #anyways yakou with telepathy is a very fun idea #yakou staring intensely at yuma and thinking: gimmefoodgimmefoodgimmefood #yuma: if you want me to do chores just tell me reasonably #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yakou furio

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Lilagon hen zaldrizoti

Part six: Shifting loyalties

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Warning: Sex, smut, nakedness

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Visenya woke up before her husband. The sun was not yet up in the sky so she decided to remain right where she was, curled up on one side facing Aemond. He seemed to be sleeping soundly sprawled on his back with one arm under his head and the other stretched out towards her, as if she posed no threat to his person, all the while she spent the night waking up every so often not daring to take her eyes off of him. She could have easily killed him at that moment, the Princess realized: she could have grabbed the dagger that was still hidden under the mattress and driven it into his chest, or she could have slid his throat, or she could suffocate him even and claim he died peacefully in his sleep, maybe poisoned during their wedding feast by unnamed enemies who wished for house Targaryen to go war with itself. She knew that if she did everything right it might even work without raising the suspicion of the greens.

So the Princess now lay on her marital bed, weighing her options: murder her husband and eliminate the last, greatest, weapon her enemies had, free Vhagar of his rider and potentially give her sister Rhaena her own dragon, or she could spare him and put all of her efforts into winning him over to their side. The usurpers still would find themselves lacking him and his dragon, and she would undoubtedly strengthen her position as heir and future Queen. For even with one eye only Aemond remained a fearsome warrior and the late King Viserys’ trueborn son, meaning that if Aegon was out of the picture his supporters would gather behind her husband hailing him as the true King of Westeros. She gave herself one more moment of contemplation before quietly and delicately crawling closer to him, Visenya had already sworn to herself that she wouldn’t live in fear of anyone and that she would play her role as the good and dutiful wife. That was exactly what she would do. So she pushed her body as close to her husband’s as possible, placed her head on his chest, and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

<<;I am still breathing>> Aemond’s voice was still sleepy when he finally woke up hours later. The sun was up in the sky and its rays were filtering through the sheer curtains placed on the two big windows at the sides of the bed. Visenya didn’t move even when he started to stretch his muscles, she only turned her head so that she could see his face. <<My husband is so perceptive>> She mocked while his hands moved to caress her naked body again. Aemond’s hands were calloused from the many hours he spent daily training with the sword in the yard, so they scratched her lightly every time they caressed her soft skin. It was not an unwelcome feeling though, she could see herself enjoying it in mornings like this, even more so, if they were on Dragonstone away from the grim prospect of war and court intrigues, far from betrayals and the fear of not waking up in the morning. <> Aemond said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Visenya moved her body so that she was half laying on top of him now: her chin resting on his chest, her breasts pressing on his torso, and one of her legs resting between his. His hands quickly adjusted to the new position, one cupped her ass cheek while the other absentmindedly started to draw circles on her spine.

She wanted to look him in the eye as they spoke, to see the small movements of his face that betrayed his emotions, to understand if he was being sincere or not. <<It was probably my safest option>> She admitted starting to toy with a long strand of his hair with her right hand, while the other lay on his chest feeling the hard muscle under his smooth skin. The corners of his mouth moved downwards in a mouth shrug at her words, probably agreeing with her, <<but it would start the very war my mother wishes to prevent>> she went on, wetting her chapped lips with a quick motion of her tongue, <<and you have not given me any reason to>> admitted the Princess <<yet>>.

Visenya refused to underestimate her husband solely because he was missing an eye, she would not make that mistake. But there was a part of her that wished to believe that he could be a decent man, it was the hopeful part of her soul that wanted her mother to succeed in her quest of being a beloved Queen, the same part that made her swear to Rhaenyra to truly try and build a relationship with her husband, to find common ground, as she did with Leanor, and to not make her same mistakes. So she stared at Aemond for a while, waiting for his reaction and hoping not to end up a fool in the dragon’s mouth.

<> He finally said, <> she interrupted bitterly, emphasizing the last part of the sentence, <<if it came to that I would do it myself>> the Princess said with cold determination in her eyes. He thought of her weak and frail, she angrily realized. It didn’t matter that she was the heir to the throne now or the rider of the largest and most feared dragon living. It wouldn’t matter even if she became a skilled fighter, to men she would always be weaker and unable solely due to her gender. <<What I wish to understand is why you chose not to. I am not to be a pawn in anyone’s game>> He retorted. His calm tone enraged her even more, she felt the burning fire of her anger being lit in the pit of her stomach: she hated when she wasn’t taken seriously. But Visenya also knew herself, she couldn’t allow the fire to consume her and make her act without reason as it happened many times in her past, so she took one heavy breath, bit her lip, and extinguished the flames. <> She started explaining without ever breaking the stare they were sharing, <<but I reasoned that having you by my side had more advantages than putting you in the ground. You are fundamental for keeping the peace with your mother and her allies, you are Viserys’ son, and you are a skilled warrior and rider to the second largest dragon living>> Visenya chose carefully the words that poured out of her mouth, she wanted them to have an effect on Aemond but not embolden him with ideas about the throne she, one day, would sit on.

Her husband’s hand had stopped drawing circles on her back, he now used it to move the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. He delicately moved each of them behind her ears so that her face was bare for him to see, <<Rhaenyra’s peace will not hold>> he said cupping her cheek. She focused her attention on the sapphire nestled in Aemond’s eye socket, on how the light reflected on the small facets of the gem. She raised her hand and moved her index finger towards it, <<no>> said Aemond with that specific tone one uses to scold a misbehaving child, she ignored him and pressed her digit on the cold surface of the stone. The facets and edges of it made the surface feel uneven, but she found the feeling of it pleasing. She played with it for a bit, until she felt the warm hand of her husband closing on her wrist, moving her hand slightly further from his face. <<You are mine to torment now>> She resolutely said freeing her hand and going back to what she was doing before, <<should my mother’s peace be challenged I shall take to the skies upon the Black Dread>> Visenya said keeping her tone cold, <<and remind our enemies why he was given that name in the first place>> she finally moved her hand to caress his cheek, mimicking his previous gesture but avoiding the scar that occupied a good portion of the side of his face, she didn’t know if it still hurt or not. <<And if you want to sit that throne by my side you will do the same, for I cannot see your brother sharing his power with anyone else>> She had seen the bitter stares the two brothers shared between themselves at the wedding feast, Visenya could accept that part of them were due to Aemond’s jealousy or possessiveness. But she understood pretty quickly that there was more behind them: she knew from her brothers' tales that Aegon often incited them in bullying his younger dragon-less brother, that he was as kind to Aemond as Luke and Jace had been, and that was evident the night her husband lost his eye. <;<You will sit on the throne he was placed on by your mother and grandfather>> The Princess voiced her discovery, <<the very seat he now considers his>> Visenya knew she had found the truth when Aemond refused to look her in the eyes, in the way he puckered his lips in frustration, <<it is impossible to put a leash on a dog once you placed a crown on his head>> she said moving his head and forcing him to look at her, <<your loyalty won’t matter to him, not now that he think you’re stealing what he considers his birthright>> his eyes betrayed the fact that he agreed with her. It must be painful, she thought, realizing that your own flesh and blood probably wish you dead, <<and if you are right and my mother’s peace won’t hold, your head will end on a spike sooner or later. And if he comes to doubt his children’s paternity..>> she couldn’t finish her sentence, <<they are not mine>> he whispered furiously, and his rage persuaded her to believe him, <<does he know that?>>

Whatever answer he might give her Visenya would never know, for that moment was interrupted by the loud knocking on the bedroom door. <<Who goes there?>> Asked Aemond, swallowing down all the emotions of their previous conversation. The Princess stood from the bed and went in search of the crate that contained most of her clothing, which should have been taken into her new quarters the day prior. <<Your clothes are in that wardrobe>> Said her husband pointing at a large wooden piece of furniture in the far corner of the room, <<although it would prefer being able to admire my wife’s body>> he cheekily added with a smirk. Visenya huffed at his comment and began to open every drawer and door of the wardrobe in search of her nightgowns. She finally found them and chose the one she dimmed the most modest: a black silk nightdress that covered her body from neckline to shins and was opaque enough to hide her nakedness underneath. As she slid the piece of clothing on herself she heard the strong voice of Ser Edric announce the presence of her mother-in-law.

Visenya took a big breath and stared at herself in the mirror, with the corner of her eye she saw Aemond shooting her a worried look, probably fearing her reaction to the news and to the presence of his mother. <<Give us a moment>> He shouted back grabbing a robe from one of the dressers on the other side of the room. The Princess stared at her reflection for a long moment, she felt again the fire of her rage being lit in her stomach, this time she wanted to allow it to consume her, to unleash it on Alicent: the living and breathing reason why her mother had been, even if briefly, usurped, why Rhaenyra had to go through the horror her infant sister’s birth, endangering her health and mind, why the babe had been born dead and horribly disfigured. She wanted to make the dowager Queen suffer as her mother had when she had laid her eyes on the dead body of her last child, of her sister who will never see the light of day. But Visenya knew that for the sake of the Queen’s peace she couldn’t, he would have to swallow down her anger again and extinguish the flame in order to preserve that fragile peace that was holding the realm together.

Aemond once again shot her a worried look before ordering Ser Edric to open the door and allow Alicent in. The Princess shared a brief look with her sworn guard, being swallowed for a second in the embarrassment of the realization that he had probably heard them last night. But it lasted a moment, for after her quick nod he closed the door and resumed his post on the other side.

The three of them stood frozen for a long moment, neither knowing what to do or what to say in that situation. It was Aemond that took the reins signaling his wife to close the distance between them and come to stand by his side, as she was expected to. <<Mother>> He began, moving one of his big arms around his wife’s body and drawing her closer to himself, <<;I hope you are well rested>> he said. Visenya used the moment between mother and son to study the Queen’s former childhood friend: Alicent was thin, she couldn’t say if she was healthy thin, or worryingly so, for her body was covered in layers and layers of undergarments and a green velvet dress. Yet the bags under her eyes and her slightly hollow cheeks betrayed a lack of sleep, the Princess assumed that the dowager Queen hadn’t slept very well ever since Rhaenyra took her rightful place on the Iron Throne. Yet she wouldn’t be fooled by Alicent’s frail appearance, the Princess saw in the older woman’s eyes her cleverness and her strength. Her mother-in-law hadn't given up on her plans.

Visenya knew why Alicent was here, after all, she was the one who fed the court rumors of her brothers' illegitimacy, and it was obvious that she was looking for signs to accuse her of not being a maiden, of having deceived Aemond and gifted her maidenhead to gods-know-who, for the apple doesn’t fall far from the three. The Princess knew well that such rumor would reignite doubts and old discussions, she had spent years hearing her mother’s pleas not to make the same mistakes, to be smarter than she had been in her youth. So Visenya didn’t fear Alicent’s scrutiny, for she had saved her maidenhead for her husband, the bedsheets held the proof of it, but the presence of her mother-in-law still irritated her. <<Questioning my virtue is treason>> The Princess said teasingly, <<yet you are welcome to inspect your son’s sheets. You will find proof that he was the one who took my maidenhead last night>> she continued after Aemond squeezed her side in an attempt to remind her to behave and not stir any more trouble. <<Visenya bled when I took her mother>> Her husband said when Alicent strolled towards the bed to do what she came to. It didn’t stop her though, and she quickly and softly apologized when she saw the small blood stain in the center of the bed.

After that scene the servants and maids started to pour into the room, changing bedsheets and drawing a much-needed bath for the newlywed couple. Alicent took that moment to grab Visenya’s hands and look her in the eyes, the Princess fought lightly that unwanted contact but the dowager Queen held on, <<did he hurt you?>> her question was nothing more than a whisper, and for a moment Visenya forgot about the monster who brought so much pain, fear, and horror to her family in the past few moons. She saw the worried eyes of a mother, and for a moment a knot formed at the mouth of her stomach: she would never feel pity for that woman, never, but the Princess quickly realized the implication of that question, and her heart broke for her aunt Helaena. <<No>> She responded in the same hushed tone finally able to take hands away from Alicent’s grip, <<;Aemond was gentle>> she added. There hadn't been love in last night’s coupling, but she won’t deny that she had enjoyed it terribly. And mostly she was grateful that her husband took her pleasure into consideration when he could have simply performed his duty quickly or worse: taken her against her will and hurt her. Alicent nodded and left after that answer.

Visenya grew quickly tired of all the noise and fuss in the room, and once she saw that the bath was drawn and filled with hot water commanded everyone to leave the room, save for her husband. She left the nightgown pool at her feet, tied her hair quickly in a bun on top of her head, and climbed in the bath, basking in the hot, almost boiling, water. The Princess closed her eyes and slid down, submerging almost her entire body and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on her skin. It was peaceful and relaxing until the spell was broken by Aemond clearing his throat. She huffed, opened her eyes, and turned in his direction, <<don’t take too long>> he said moving to sit on the bed, his eye never leaving her figure <>. He was about to let his body fall lazily on the mattress when she grinned and turned her upper body to face him <<join me then, there is enough space for you as well>>. Her husband returned her grin when he rose, discarded his robe on the floor revealing once again his perfectly toned body to her, climbed in the bath, and sat right in front of her.

The water level increased significantly when he finally settled. Aemond took care of not wetting his long hair by pushing them out of the bath. She looked at him for a moment, and at his silver locks now brushing against the outer edge of the metal bath, then Visenya decided to move and sit on his lap, <> she said handing him the bar of soap and the washcloth the maids had left for them on a stool next to the bath. She shifted her weight and moved to stand on her knees, taking care not to accidentally hurt him, so that her whole back was bare for her husband. He proceeded to complete the task carefully, washing and scrubbing every inch of her skin. When Aemond was finished she turned again to face him, straddling his lap. <<What did my mother want from you?>> He asked putting the soap and the cloth back where she had found them, <<she wished to know if you had forced yourself on me against my will>> she said resting her hands on his strong shoulders, <> she continued while starting to masse them lightly. Aemond’s hand traveled and settled on her hips, drawing her body closer to his until they were once again pressed against one another, <<that’s all?>> he asked softly, <<did you wish me to sing her the praises of your cock?>> she laughed lightly, raising a brow at her husband. He returned the smirk and moved one hand to the back of her neck. <<Aemond>> She called in a more serious tone when his face started to move closer to her collarbones. He groaned and looked up to her face, <> she said taking his face in her hands, <<you know it>> Visenya saw the conflict in her husband’s lilac eye, it might be a low blow to further feed the brothers' bitterness towards one another, but the only chance of preserving her mother’s peace as well as the lives of her siblings and parents rested on her ability to make him understand the stakes at play, <> the princess moved closer to him, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face, <<all I ask is that you return the favor and swear to not cause harm to my family>> he groaned at her request. She knew it would be impossible for him to forgive her brother, Luke above all, and she knew he would never grow close to them. But Visenya didn’t care if he liked them or not, if he had chosen to resent them for life or not, all she wanted was to sleep at night knowing that at the very least she had one less person to look out from, one less worry.

<> She said gaining his full attention, <> Visenya started to slide her hands lower, on his tones chest first, <> her hands moved lower on his abs resting her delicate fingers briefly on his hard muscles, <<only for your word that you will not kill or maim them>> her hands were slowly sliding lower still, <<you said it yourself last night: you have no more need for Luke’s eye>> she whispered on his lips reaching for his already hardened manhood. She closed her hands on his shaft and began to move her hands up and down gaining a series of groans and curses from him <<let me repay the debt he owes you>>.

Aemond slid his hands behind her, and made her move back to the other side of the bath, <<;turn around>> he commanded between heavy breaths, Visenya did as she was told and rested on her knees holding her weight with her hands on the border of the metal bath, <<bend over>> he said again pushing on her back so that she rested her entire upper body on the border. He used his knee to spread her legs and then rested between them, <> he whispered in her ear guiding his cock at her entrance, <<but that is a debt that will take a lifetime to be paid over>> he finally said pushing himself all inside of her.

Visenya let out a loud moan as Aemond started to thrust inside of her, as his pace grew faster and her moans of pleasure higher she arched her back and felt her husband’s big hand resting on her throat pulling lighter towards him. His groans too grew louder with his pace, and Visenya thought that if the price to pay for her family’s safety was this sweet torture she would happily endure it for the remainder of her life.

When Aemond released himself in the bath the water had grown cold and neither had properly washed, so under the spent and grinning stare of her husband she had to walk towards the door and ask Ser Edric to order the maids to bring up more hot water for the bath.

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ooops-i-arted · 8 months

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I am so tired of Ahsoka!

She wasn't needed and now she is literally everywhere. I go on on any social media and serach for Prequel Trilogy stuff and I can't go 1 minute without seeing something about her, when she wasn't even in the films. I honestly am so mad that I wasn't part of the fandom before Ahsoka was created because she kinda becomes "the most important person for Anakin (fuck you Obi-Wan and Padme)".

It's a bit sad since she could have been a cool character. Just make her master someone else and don't make her the most special and powerful Jedi. And if they wanted to make her a padawan of a "special" master than maybe introduce a new Jedi who idk maybe left the Jedi Order long ago and now they return because of the Clone Wars. This would mean that: a) Ahsoka still has a "special" master b) because she is trained by a master who only recently returned to the order she has training different than any other padawan c)due to her master she has controversial opinions on some Jedi customs. This could be a good point of conflict for her character (do I listen to my master or the Order) and also doesn't make unnecessary changes in the story of film characters (Anakin, Padme, Obi-Wan and others).

Honestly, I think that when you do a serial for a beloved film you should ensure that the characters you fit with what the films tell us. The Jedi Council didn't want to make Anakin a master, so why would they give him a padawan. As ignorant as they could sometimes be, I think that connecting "Anakin is not mature enough to be master" with "Anakin is not mature enough to have a padawan". It's really something I think they would notice.

I 👏 HAVE 👏 BEEN 👏 SAYING 👏 THIS 👏 FOR 👏 YEARS 👏

She is COMPLETELY unnecessary to Anakin's story and always was. Every story beat she supposedly fulfills is already fulfilled by another character. I kinda wonder if it was an attempt at whitewashing Anakin's character (Lucas was involved in TCW and apparently wanting Anakin to be more appealing from what I heard, and this was back when the prequels and Hayden were NOT as loved as they were now because my generation wasn't as huge a fandom voice as the old OT-loving guard) and making him more appealing but no. Anakin is a human garbage can and that's what makes him such a compelling and interesting character!!!

I honestly would probably be a huge Ahsoka stan if TCW was envisioned as its own thing and focused on her as a character on her own instead of making her Anakin's Most Specialest Beloved Padawan Who Is Best At Everything (She Can Even Fight Grievous omg!!!). Back then we were so starved for female characters, we had Leia and some Padme mainstream but that was it (you only knew about Mara Jade in Legends and she wasn't in the mainstream merch or anything from what I recall), and much as I love a good dies-of-sadness joke, Padme is often simplified to that and shoved aside even though she's a really cool and complicated character in her own right. I will give Ahsoka credit for blazing the way for female characters to be more included in Star Wars, but it falls flat when she's just propped up as Coolest Wisest Bestest Jedi-but-not-a-Jedi-actually-she's-better-than-the-Order Girlboss. Now we're back to Only One Female Character Above All Others. (Rey and Rose were ruined with bad writing, Hera and Sabine are wonderful but definitely not mainstream (and probably being butchered in the show), Gina Carano ruined our chances of any more Cara content, Peli was just a cameo last season, and Bo-Karen also got the Always Right Beloved TCW Girlboss Treatment.)

Imo the Council was pretty much always on the money with Anakin (at least with what they knew of him - they didn't know of the Tusken murder spree for example) and there's no way Anakin was ever ready for a Padawan or that anyone in their right mind would give him one. In MY episode III fanfiction when Favored Main Character Got A Padawan, Obi-Wan got the Padawan because he had more experience teaching, even at 12 I knew Anakin had no business teaching anyone. Also, it was NEVER previously canon that Padawans were assigned. Masters chose them as in the Jedi Apprentice series. I will NEVER let that go. Ahsoka being assigned to Anakin was so contrived.

#anti ahsoka tano #anti ahsoka show #i will never shut up about how filoni writes as well as i did at 12 #my Lia Skye was basically Ahsoka except she wore Jedi robes bc 12yr old me hated female sexualization #anon #asks #if you don't have anything nice to say about ahsoka come sit next to me lmao

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darksideofthemamon · 1 year

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Read The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes over the holidays, and I need time to absorb the ending and maybe re-read several parts, but right now I wanna talk about my favorite recurring piece of writing, and that’s the flashbacks Snow gets whenever someone he knows dies

(Full spoilers, beware!)

One big difference I saw from the start of the book is that unlike in the original trilogy where Katniss didn't have a long history with the people in the Hunger Games, 2/3 of the prequel book has Snow in the Capitol, surrounded by his classmates who he’s known since childhood.

And I really liked it when there was this flashback thing whenever one of them died, it really hammered it in that the mentors were all childhood friends, and basically school kids. I also just have a thing for recurring themes and echoed lines in writing X’)

1) Arachne Crane

“Arachne hadn’t been his favorite person, but she’d always been in his life. They’d played as babies, been at birthday parties, stood on ration lines, attended classes together. She’d been dressed head to toe in black lace at his mother’s funeral, and he’d cheered her brother’s graduation only last year. As part of the wealthy old guard of the Capitol, she was family. And you didn’t have to like your family. The bond was a given.”

This was the first to happen in the book, and possibly my favorite. My favorite because, Arachne wasn’t a good person. She was arrogant and snobby, and she died taunting a starving Tribute with food (a cruel and also foolish move).

And Snow didn’t like her. Yet when she died, he still grieved, and I find that reaction so real, of grieving a person who’s been a constant presence in your life even though they weren’t pleasant, and just the shock that suddenly comes with losing them. That last line especially about the bond being a given and how you didn’t have to like your family to grieve them. It’s just really good writing.

2) Apollo Ring & Diana Ring

“As the twins’ matching silver coffins came into focus, all he could think of was this silly game they’d made up on the playground during the war called Ring-around-the-Rings. The rest of the kids would chase down Didi and Pollo and then grab hands, forming a circle around them and trapping them. It always ended with the whole lot of them, Rings included, laughing their heads off in a heap on the ground. Oh, to be seven again, in a happy pile with his friends, with nutritional crackers waiting at his desk.”

This is the second and third classmate death that happens in the book. We didn’t see much of the twins, but Snow still had a fond childhood memory of all of them innocently playing.

3) Gaius Breen

“Coriolanus couldn’t process it. Gaius, dead? Gaius Breen? He remembered a joke Gaius had recently told him about how many rebels it took to tie a shoe.”

Terribly elitist, but the sentiment is there. A longtime friend and classmate died and he’s shocked.

And last but definitely not least,

4) Sejanus Plinth

“As they passed him, Coriolanus locked eyes with Sejanus, and all he could see was the eight-year-old boy on the playground, the bag of gumdrops clenched in his fist.”

I feel all the previous flashbacks built up to this final and most heartbreaking one. I teared up at this scene. When Snow looks at the guy he betrayed and who he always felt resentment and annoyance towards, and sees the 8 year old boy from the playground, it just kinda crashes down. It’s such a “what have you done?” moment.

In general, I just really like that kind of writing style, when things get repeated throughout the story.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #spoilers #hunger games #just my thoughts

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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 months

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Catching and Falling

Pairing: Satoru Gojo & Fem Reader (platonic)

Length: 2.7k words

Summary: Satoru Gojo is not quite sure how he feels about you, the child that took his beloved babysitter away from him. AKA the pomegranate ink prequel mini one shot nobody asked for, featuring Gojo and Y/N’s relationship before she joins Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

Warnings: minor swearing, gen fic, makes more sense with knowledge of pomegranate ink but ig could technically be read without that

A/N: Something completely random based off of Gojo mentioning during the exchange event chapters that Mrs. L/N used to babysit him before Y/N was born!! I am VERY scared of writing Gojo so Gojo stans please be gentle about me mischaracterizing him horribly 😭🙏🏻 I did my best

Satoru Gojo stood in the dimly lit hallway of the L/N manor and craned his neck, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible when peering through the open door. It was not the child that everyone was cooing over that he was trying to see; in fact, it was someone else entirely.

“Satoru! Did you want to hold the baby?” his mother said, noticing his curious gaze. His expression immediately dropped into a scowl as he was forcibly handed that thing.

“Where’s Mrs. L/N?” he grumbled, glaring at the baby in his arms, which gazed up at him with large, adoring eyes. It was a dainty and tiny creature, like a little dove, entirely unaware of the vitriol he held for it. He was tempted to throw it across the room, but it would not do for the almost-twelve-years-old heir of the Gojo name to toss around the child which might one day stand beside him as the head of its own clan.

“She’s resting,” his mother said. “It’s hard to be the mother to an infant, you know.”

“When can I see her again? I don’t like the other people who watch me. Mrs. L/N was nicer,” he said.

Mrs. L/N, the mother of this child — she had belonged to Satoru first, hadn’t she? She had told him that he was her favorite person in the whole entire world, allowed him to have extras of everything she made for him, turned on movies he wasn’t supposed to watch and ate popcorn as they made fun of the characters. She was only ever supposed to be his babysitter. So why’d she have to go and have a baby of her own?

“Likely not for a while,” his mother said. “She’ll be far too busy with this one.”

“That’s not fair,” Satoru said. “Tell her she has to spend time with me.”

“She is a L/N, not a Gojo,” his mother said. “It’s not our place to demand things of her. If you really want to see her in the future, you could marry this one.”

She pointed at the baby, which was still held securely in his arms. It was a good thing it was so secure, too, because his mother’s words almost made him drop it as he gagged.

“It’s a baby,” he said.

“A baby that will one day become a woman capable of using the Reverse Cursed Technique and maybe even healing entire armies with it,” his mother said with a shrug. “Allying our clan with the L/Ns would be a smart move, so I doubt your father would have anything to say about it, and then your precious Mrs. L/N would be your mother-in-law.”

“But it’s a baby,” he insisted. The baby shifted in his arms, blinking lazily at him, perhaps mesmerized by the bright blue of his irises.

“She will grow older,” his mother said.

“So will I,” Satoru said. “I don’t wanna marry it. That’s gross.”

“It is a she, and she has a name, by the way,” his mother said.

“What is it?” he said, though he didn’t really care. He just was getting that sense that his mother wanted him to ask and wouldn’t let him go until he did, so he jutted out his chin and waited for her to answer.

“Y/N,” she said.

Satoru’s eyes widened. There was only one person who could’ve chosen that name: Mrs. L/N herself, who had been enamored with the story of the Heian sorcerer Y/N, the woman that had died sealing Sukuna before being revived by her husband, one of the healers of the L/N clan.

Abruptly, he handed the baby back to his mother. If it was true that Mrs. L/N really loved the thing more than she loved him, then he wanted nothing to do with it at all.

☆彡

“Gojo!” the toddler shouted, chasing after him — well, chasing was being generous, he was walking at a medium pace while she wobbled desperately to keep up — and reaching out her chubby little arms in his direction.

“Leave me alone!” he said. Technically, as the now-head of the Gojo clan, he should be attending the meeting with the rest of the higher ups, but he had been told in no uncertain terms that he was a child and ought to play outside with the rest of the children. When he argued that he was a teenager, they laughed and said that that was actually worse before slamming the door on his face and locking it to ensure that he could not get inside.

With a sigh, he deactivated his Infinity and crouched, wondering if they’d find him mature for entertaining the little girl. She began to babble in delight, fingers opening and closing when she reached him, tugging on his clothes, his hair, and his ears. He scowled but did nothing more, finding it to be too much effort to tell her to stop. What an irritant. How did the poor Mrs. L/N deal with having such an insufferable being at her side constantly? He was sure that she regretted it all now.

“Gojo,” she said again. That was the one thing she seemed able to say with confidence, and he patted her on the head for it.

“That’s right, Gojo. That’s me,” he said, pointing towards himself before pointing towards the locked door where the higher ups were having their meeting without him. “And the people in there? They’re assholes. Can you repeat after me? Ass-holes.”

“Ass-holes,” she parroted.

“Oh, shit,” he said as he realized he had just taught Y/N how to swear. Now he would never be allowed into a meeting of the higher ups.

“Shi — shit?” she said, stumbling over the foreign word and tilting her head at him as if seeking out his approval. His already pale face went even whiter, and he began to make the cut-it-out motion.

“Nope, no, stop saying those things! Stop it! What would Mrs. L/N do if she heard you?” he said with a groan. To make matters worse, the door squealed open, and the higher ups filed out, still chatting amongst themselves about whatever had happened during the meeting.

“Ah, Satoru, thank you for watching Y/N, you really didn’t have to do that!” Mr. L/N said, swooping his daughter up into his arms. “I hope she wasn’t too much of a bother.”

“Um, no, she was fine,” Satoru said faintly, his head spinning as he realized this might actually be the end for him. Every single important person in jujutsu society was gathered there, and though he didn’t necessarily care about their opinions of him, they had the capabilities to make his life incredibly difficult if he made them upset.

“Papa,” the toddler said proudly. “Ass-holes!”

The room grew deathly silent. Mr. L/N’s jaw dropped, and he narrowed his eyes at Y/N, who was entirely unaffected by the tense atmosphere, giggling to herself about whatever it was that dumb little kids found amusing.

“Darling, who taught you that word?” Mr. L/N said.

Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it don’t —

“Gojo!”

Fuck.

He decided then and there that he would never have children.

☆彡

Satoru hated the stupid parties that he was forced to attend under the guise of being a good clan head. He usually tried to slip away as soon as he had finished eating, but today was different; namely, that annoying thing was following him once again.

“Gojo, your glasses are so cool,” she said. “Can I see them? Huh, can I? Please please please can I try wearing them?”

“How about you please please please try bothering someone else?” he snapped. “The twins are your age, and Noritoshi Kamo isn’t that much older. Play with them!”

“But my father said I’m not to associate with the Zenin twins in case their uselessness rubs off on me, and Noritoshi Kamo is too busy to play with me, so I can’t! Also, my mother said that you were really super duper nice and cool, so that’s why I’m following you around,” Y/N said. He froze at the mention of Mrs. L/N, whose face was the first he thought of when someone asked him about his mother.

“Fine,” he said, taking off his glasses and placing them on her face, ignoring the stabbing pain in his head as his Six Eyes were exposed to the harshness of the world. “There.”

“Do I look nice? Do I look like you?” she said. “I can’t see anything, so you have to tell me.”

“You look —” He was going to say stupid, but it would be a little uncharitable for him to call her that to her face. “Not as cool as I do.”

That got the job done. And it was true, to boot; there was just no way that he looked quite as ridiculous as she did with them on, the black lenses too large, dominating her face and giving her an owlish appearance.

“Nuh-uh, I bet I look even cooler!” she whined.

“Impossible,” Satoru said with a snort. “No one’s as cool as me.”

“Y/N! Come say hello to Noritoshi, won’t you?”

“Oh, it sounds like my father is calling me. Can you help?” she said, feeling around blindly for the door. He watched in amusement before bending over and plucking the glasses from her face, putting them back on and smiling slightly at the relief they provided.

“Hey, wait, Y/N. Does your mother mention me a lot?” he said. Surely she must have. After all, he had been her favorite person growing up, so of course she regaled her daughter with tales of their time together.

“Nope! I don’t even think she knows who you are?” she said, voice ticking up in that way characteristic of children, as if everything they were saying was a question. Satoru tried to fathom this, a world where Mrs. L/N did not even recognize him. Mr. L/N never brought her to clan meetings or parties, so he had not seen her since Y/N had been born…had she forgotten about him entirely? In such a short time?

Y/N. It was definitely Y/N’s fault. Though it was petty, he stuck his tongue out at the girl’s disappearing back and hoped for something equally as horrible to happen to her.

☆彡

A few days later, the news came out that Y/N L/N showed no aptitude for the Reverse Cursed Technique. The failure of the L/N clan, she was lambasted as an embarrassment akin to Ogi Zenin’s twin daughters Maki and Mai.

Satoru thought it must be his fault for cursing the girl. Every night, he’d feverishly whisper apologies to whatever deity he had accidentally contacted, telling them that it was alright, he didn’t care that much, it was fine that Mrs. L/N didn’t remember him as long as they gave Y/N the Reverse Cursed Technique back.

It was all for nothing, because of course it was not actually his doing; whether Y/N L/N could use her family’s Composition had been determined at her birth, and nothing he could do or think or say would change that. Still, Satoru stared at his hands and felt something like guilt whenever her small face crossed his mind.

☆彡

Y/N L/N stopped coming to meetings and parties after that. They were trying to hide her away, he reasoned. It made sense. It was probably what he would’ve done, if that was his situation. They would try to make it like the girl and her mother had never existed, and then she’d be quietly married off to someone like Noritoshi Kamo in the hopes that she’d strengthen their bloodline enough to make her entire measly existence worth something.

He found he missed her. She had been a pain, but she had reminded him of her mother in some way. And…and she was definitely annoying, but it had been kind of nice, having someone look at him the way she did, all awed and genuine, with no ulterior motives behind it. She didn’t really care that he was the head of his clan or the holder of the Six Eyes and Limitless. She thought he was cool just because he was himself.

☆彡

“Say, do you have any siblings?” Suguru said. It was an entirely random question, one Satoru thought he must’ve answered already, but then again, it wasn’t something that came up very often, so maybe that was why he was asking.

“Yeah, one,” Satoru said. “Little sister.”

“Really? I’m an only child,” Suguru said, a hint of jealousy entering his voice. “What’s she like?”

“Dunno,” Satoru said. “I haven’t seen her in years.”

☆彡

Maybe there was something to be said for the fact that when everything went wrong, he did not wish for his mother to come back. It was Mrs. L/N’s face he pictured, her in her youth, when his parents would leave him at the L/N manor for days on end. That bright-eyed woman, the only one who had ever cared about him, the singular person who treated him like a child instead of a god — he cried and he cried and he wished she was there to wipe away his tears and tell him it wasn’t his fault, tell him it was alright that he couldn’t save everyone, tell him she did not blame him for any of it.

His own mother had never loved him, anyways. To her, he was not Satoru but Gojo, as he was to everyone else. He did not resent his power, but everything else that came with it was like a poisoned barb in his skin, so painful that occasionally, he wished he had been born a L/N instead.

☆彡

Y/N L/N was to marry Noritoshi Kamo. He was not quite sure what the girl thought about it; to his knowledge, Noritoshi was kind and gentle and handsome, so there was no real reason for her to complain — besides the fact that she was being forced into it.

It seemed that that was enough. It was obvious to anyone with eyes (and Satoru had six of them, so imagine how obvious it was to him) that she was unhappy, and Noritoshi was no better. They were two children pretending to be in love for the sake of politics, and the sight was actually sickening. Especially because it was her, that girl he had known since her infancy, the one whose mother he loved like she was his own.

That was why he followed her out onto the balcony when she left after Naoya Zenin or some other such unimportant person made a crass comment about her relationship with her fiancé. He wasn’t sure what, exactly, he could say to make it better, but he wanted to say something. To give her some kind of agency, to free her before the chains that bound her mother wrapped around her as well. Because he understood, now, that it had never been poor little Y/N’s fault that Mrs. L/N had had to stop seeing him — it had been the clans, the L/Ns as a unit, who had reduced the woman to nothing but Y/N’s mother, and Y/N to nothing but a failure, and Satoru to nothing but a tool with which they could exorcise curses. And after all, tools were not supposed to need love, and failures were not supposed to need freedom, and mothers were not supposed to need anything.

Fuck that.

She was about to jump, or maybe not. Maybe she was just enjoying the night air and the distant fragrance of the nearby gardens and the stars hanging in the sky. He wasn’t sure, but his heart leapt in his throat at the thought of this girl, this Y/N L/N, dying. He did not want that. He did not want it to happen in that way.

“I won’t catch you if you fall, you know,” he said casually, conversationally, as easily as if he was talking about the weather. That was because it was a lie.

He definitely would.

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