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shkudss · 1 year

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Weakened by Eywa Pt. 1

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Summary: Ao’nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn’t my first language

Author’s note: it my first Avatar writing, so I hope you like it! This idea was spontaneous and I’m not really good at writing, but I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m still learning how to use Tumblr properly since I don’t really use it 🥲

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Yaymak - foolish, ignorant

You thought that all these days when you flew to the water clans were the hardest in you life. Little did you know that life with Metkayina would be harder. You expected to finally live a normal life, doing your chores without being sacred to be shot by sky people. Now you’re safe, but things didn’t get better.

Since your arrival, these boys were bullying all your siblings, including you. You have no idea why it is important for Ao’nung to see totally similar to him Na’vis. You all are same avatars with slight differences that were unavoidable due to the environment you’re supposed to live in. Oh, yeah… supposed to live.

“What are you even doing here?”

“You’re so useless to our tribe”

“Go back to your monkey house”

All these words almost engraved in you mind without leaving space for other thoughts and hope. It’s been two weeks since you arrived and you still haven’t ridden an Ilu successfully, you can’t hold your breath as Metkayinas do. This makes you feel horrible and believe all these mean words.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do it!”

Neteyam is trying to teach you how to deal with ilu and his voice is so calming, he really believes in you as an older brother. You wish you could just believe him, but insecurity lays too deep and securely in your mind.

“I don’t know… I can’t…”

Your voice was really soft and quiet as you’re the calmest child in your family. You don’t like loud sounds and fast actions. That’s just the way you are. Neytiri says that Sylwanin was just like you.

Despite being slower and more sensitive that other Sullys they loved and protected you with all their heart. Jake knew that Kiri and Tuk are different, they can deal with their problems a lot easier, while you cannot. When something bad to your family or yourself happens, you worry a lot and you won’t tell anyone about your worries unless they make you to. That was the hardest part of you character.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need to take a break? We can continue tomorrow, don’t worry yawntutsyip.”

Neteyam was worried about your mental state, you were too quiet these days and it never meant anything good. Trying to make you speak about your feelings was completely impossible. You always think that your family has too much to worry about to burden them with your own issues. You want to be like Kiri and Tuk. That’s hilarious, Tuk is way younger than you but she’s able to deal with her emotions way easier than you.

“I’m good. Can we just take a break for like half an hour? I think my brain melts.”

You awkwardly smiled at the end trying to lighten the mood. Neteyam smiled back, feeling relief as you seemed to be just tired. He didn’t want you to hide anything from him and your family.

“Okay, yawntutsyip. I’ll go find Lo’ak and make sure his ass hadn’t get in trouble again. Kiri is on that side of the beach by the way. You can join her, she’s probably flirting with plants again. Let’s meet here in an hour.”

You laughed at his little joke about Kiri. But that’s a fact. Since you arrived here all she’s been doing is examining all local flora and fauna. You missed your time together in the forest, maybe now you’ll have a chance to talk and just be together.

“Okay!”

“Tell me if something goes wrong.”

You knew this look. The big brother look. Sometimes you think how hard it would be for you to live without your family, the way you’re connected to them something really fascinating. And one of your love signs is time. Spending time with your family and each member is the way you show love, the way you feel protected and loved.

You see Kiri laying down in water and looking for something. She didn’t see anyone around, attracted by… water? You didn’t try to understand what’s going on in her mind.

“Hey, pandora geek.”

You stood in front of Kiri and the shadow from your body covered her. Only after that she raised her head and squinted at you.

“I thought you’re with Neteyam. What’s wrong?” She sat on the sand, water was covering her legs a little. You did the same thing, hugging your knees and placing your head on them.

“We took a break, my brain doesn’t work properly. I still can’t ride ilu.”

Hopeless sigh made your sister chuckle, but then she saw your eyes. They were full of sadness, you were not happy. Kiri felt guilt, as your sister she had to be with you, she forgot that Sullys stick together.

“What bothers you?” You were not sure if it’ll be okay to tell her everything. But you family always encourage you to speak what lays in your heart, so you decided to do it.

“There’s a lot… I miss home, I miss flying with you, Neteyam and Lo’ak around Hallelujah mountains.” You were vulnerable now and this is one of those rare moments when you opened your feelings easily. Kiri was the only one you did it with. You could feel tears coming to your eyes, you needed this. “I just miss our way of life. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to get used to it. Especially, when you always hear…”

“Hey monkeys! Still can’t ride ilu? How can you be so yaymak? You’re both freaks!” you could recognize this voice in millions. “One sister has demon blood, another is too dumb to do things that even infants can do!”

Ao’nung and his friends were coming towards you. Kiri’s body immediately tensed, you could feel it.

“What do you want? Is there nothing to do?”

Ao’nung and his friends came closer and you both stood up. Kiri was looking at him angrily, ready to fight. You were supposed to have such a good conversation, opening each other your soul, but this bully spoiled everything.

“My goal for now is to get rid of such fake Na’vis like you two and your stupid little brother.”

You were furious, how dare he talk like this about your family. Yes, he did say mean things to you, but he still picked his words. Now it’s too much. Nobody can talk about your family this way.

“Shut up and don’t get close to me and my siblings!” You tried to get into protective sister mode. Kiri was shocked by the way you raised your voice. She’s never heard such tone from you before.

“Look at this! Little girl knows how to talk?” Ao’nung was teasing you and laughing with Roxto and the rest of his friends. “Maybe you’ll learn how to swim properly soon by the time my future brother or sister will turn 10. Hopefully.”

You clenched your fists, trying to hold all your emotions. Anger, offense, sadness. It felt like a hurricane of extremely high spectrum of emotions, which was hard for you to bear.

“Don’t you dare…”

You didn’t control yourself that you were coming closer and pushing him. The reason why you felt this way was in him.

He did this to you.

You didn’t care that he was taller than you and all you faced was his shoulders. You didn’t care that he barely moved as you tried to hurt him as much as he hurt you. All he did was laughing. It seemed like Ao’nung didn’t understand anything you said, like he didn’t see you breaking into pieces right in front of you.

“Calm down, you little skxawng!” It was a joke for him. For you it was your last piece of composure.

“You’re dumb! So dumb that you can’t even understand how much pain you give me! Every day I wish I don’t meet you so you won’t shower me with all your shit! Every night I cry myself to sleep because all your mean words you’ve said hurt me! And you don’t understand me, how can you be so mean?”

You were screaming at him and trying to hit, mental breakdown took over your senses. You could physically feel how your heart hurts and legs weaken. All sounds were heard as if from under the water, you didn’t see what’s going on around you. Someone’s holding your shoulders and pushing you to their chest to not let you fall on your knees.

“Don’t touch her!”

Furious voice sounded from afar. Neteyam. Your brother who always protects you, surrounds you with love you need. That’s why he calls you yawntutsyip. Little loved one.

You could feel your brother as he came closer to you. His steps were as heavy as his mood. When he saw you breaking down in front of this asshole and because of this asshole, he almost lost his temper. The way chief’s son was holding and looking at you, finally realizing that his actions have consequences. He had to drive you crazy to understand it.

“Back off! Now!”

He pushed Ao’nung as he got closer to him, taking off his hands off you. You didn’t realize it was him, who held you all this time. Was it long? Actually, everything happened in less than 2 minutes, but for you it was like an infinity.

“What happened?”

Lo’ak was here, he saw you crying in Kiri’s hands and Neteyam fighting with Ao’nung and his friends. He didn’t need to check on all details to punch Roxto and other guys.

“It’s fine, we’re here. Don’t worry.” Kiri was sitting with you and slowly swaying, while tapping your head to calm you down.

“I’m sorry, I…” that’s all you could say.

Neither you nor Kiri noticed how the fight stopped until Neteyam came closer and examined you. His eyebrow was cut so as his lower lip, but he didn’t care. Now he could feel only your pain.

“Yawntutsyip… my sister.”

“I’m sorry, Neteyam. I didn’t…” You were gasping for breath from crying, not being able to collect your thoughts.

“Shhh, that’s fine, you’re fine. We’re here, nobody will hurt you again.” Kiri gave you to Neteyam, he was calming you down repeating the same moves as Kiri did. You were crying, letting all pain, that was suppressed inside of your soul, to flow through you.

Your siblings knew that you need to feel it to let it go. That is the only way for relief.

“Let’s go home, yawntutsyip?” Neteyam’s voice was calming as always, he hated seeing you crying.

You just nodded in agreement, hiding your face in brother’s neck and holding him as if someone can take you from him in any moment.

Yes, most Na’vis are brave, ready to fight and protect their beloved ones. But you just can’t do it. You are the one who needs to be protected. Eywa created you that way and you can do nothing about it.

“Don’t ever come to our sisters, you little bitch! Are you so insecure that you’re afraid to battle with me and choose those who are weaker than you?” Lo’ak didn’t miss to say the last goodbye before following after all of you. He didn’t wait for the answer, he didn’t need it.

Ao’nung was standing up there and looking as your figures disappear. No words are in his mind, except for one.

“Fuck”

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I hope you liked it! I’m not sure if I’ll write the second part🫣 I have an idea but idk if it’s worth it, we’ll see!

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spacedace · 1 month

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Got inspired by the below tiktok and the idea of the Rogues killing the Joker in revenge for Jason instead of Bruce and had to write about it.

Here, have probably way too many words (with more to come most likely, this really won't leave me alone) of the Rogue's feelings about Jason's death at the Joker's hands and everything that followed.

(also I know the timeline is a bit screwy, shhh just go with it, we're going on vibes with this one lol)

Childhood was not held universally sacred in the dark streets of Gotham.

The city was hard and cruel and she didn’t care about the ages of those that were ground up and spit out in her oily black heart.

A kid could slit your throat as easy as a man grown in a place like their fine city, maybe easier even for those who still fell for the ideal of children being incapable of anything but innocence and sweetness. Children learned from the world around them though, they learned from the savagery that filled their world, the hard scrabble desperate attempts to survive. They learned what dark corners to avoid, which ones were safer to skitter down.

It didn’t mean there weren’t still some rules of decency to be honored though.

Most folks, even those in the circle of the Rogues, largely left kids out of the equation. Crossfire happened of course, hitting busy city centers always meant some kind of collateral. But there wasn’t much that they got out of purposefully hurting kids outside a black mark on their name in most levels of the grungy underbelly of the city and one hell of a big target on their back. Both from the Bat and those criminals in the dark with them that took offense to those kinds of things. They were crooks, but with few exceptions they weren’t complete monsters.

Robin had always held an interesting place in their grungy little ecosystem. Anything to do with the Bat was generally ruled as gloves-off, do what you do without hesitation. And Robin - both of ‘em - had no problem hitting hard and being ruthless. The first one in particular had a feral sort of rage to him that was a terrifying thing to be on the business end of.

But they were still kids.

Defending yourself from any kid swinging on you was fair game, a person had the right to defend themselves. Grabbing up Robin to hold hostage or bait Gotham’s local cryptid, that was all fine and dandy. You could even get away with roughing the kid up a little here and there, so long as you made sure not to go too far and always kept hits to where the kid’s armor was the thickest. No hard and fast written rules, mind, but general rules of thumbs. Lines indistinct due to the shaky ground a child dancing through the night as a vigilante left all of them on, but ones clear enough that you knew when you were at risk of going too far.

Besides, the Robins were good kids. Fucking feral little shits, of course, able to leave you bleeding just as easy from a kick as they were a sharp word. But good kids. Even most the Rogues in the Gallery liked em. It was hard not to be at least a little fond of a gutsy little punk like that.

Though they were all maybe a tad less nervous around Robin II than they were the original.

Robin I had a lot of anger burning in him, a lot of anger in him, but he was still a cheerful boy with a bright attitude that was refreshing in a world so bleak and dark as the one they all lived in. It was up in the air which was scarier about the kid: The smiled he gave when he was about to give a hands on demonstration about how much force a tiny ten year old could put into a kick when they had half a dozen spins shoved into a flip to wind up to 80 miles an hour, or the flash of his teeth when he was demonstrating the knife sharp brilliance of his belief that Batman was only as frightening as Robin was hopeful.

They weren’t sure if he realized that sometimes they felt a helluva lot more hope at the sight of the Bat when the little bird was putting the hurt on them, or if he’d simply folded that fact neatly into his core philosophy without issue.

Robin II on the other hand had this kind of quiet shyness to him - even as he was shouting the most inventive swears ever heard by human ear at someone while he kicked them in the balls hard enough to make ‘em see not just the face of their own god but a few dozen besides. He was just as unhinged as the Robin before him - seemed to be a requirement for the job really - but there was a distinct different in how the two birds flitted about the darkened skyline of the city. Where the first Robin’s smile was as much danger as it was dazzle, a fanged declaration of victory against the dark, Robin II’s was a sunny, stubborn declaration of perseverance. Kid was sassy and smart, and never - ever - flinched away from extending a hand to those he thought in need of it.

Even if the folks he offered that hand to were in the middle of an attack on some fancy Gala or Wayne Enterprises or whatever target of the week it was. Even knowing the offered hand was likely to be slapped away and followed by a right hook. Kid still always tried.

They all knew why.

The Bat was big on offering chances, on rehabilitation rather than damnation. Some of Robin II being the way he was came from the broody cryptid he followed around. But Batman couldn’t claim to be the sole reason for Robin II being the way he was, couldn’t even pretend to be the cause of most of it. Nah, they knew why the little bird was the way he was.

That unmistakable thick accent. That frame that was always a little too thin even as he got older and stronger. That unshakable, headstrong spirit.

Robin II was an Alley Kid.

A true child of Gotham.

Her polluted waters in his veins. Her smoggy air in his lungs. Her shadows clinging to his edges less like a beast looking to swallow a small bird up and more like a protective mother hiding her hatchling. He understood the world most of them came from. The one they all lived in. Knew it in a way anyone who hadn’t been swallowed up by the dark never really could.

Everyone had their favorite, but even those that claimed the first Robin as theirs couldn’t deny that Robin II was someone to be respected. Nor could they deny a fondness for the chain smoking, classic lit referencing, perpetually baby-faced little shit. They’d all had knock out drag out fights with the kid and knew how fucking unhinged the puny motherfucker could be in a fight, but he always tempered it with offers of resources, of a listening ear, of understanding.

He visited them after they’d been arrested sometimes. In Arkham, or Blackgate or wherever else they’d been locked up in after being stopped by the Dynamic Duo. The little bird would make the rounds whenever he had a broken wing or was stuck waiting as the Bat interrogated someone else or for any other reason he wasn’t out flitting about the city skyline at night. He’d bring cookies or snacks and even cigarettes from his own secret stash on the rare occasion, mask unable to hide the furtive glances around to check for the living shadow that was the disapproving Bat.

The Rogues and their Goons always had a soft spot for the Robins. And Robin II made it especially easy to let fondness bleed out of them from time to time. He was a good kid.

But childhood was not held universally sacred in the dark streets of Gotham.

Bad things happened to good kids all the time.

And some of the monsters that lurked in the city’s darkest shadows took the black mark of a kid killer as a point of pride.

Robin II disappeared one day. Just after that piece of shit Garzonas took the fast way down from the top of a tall building. There were a lot of Rogues with doctoral degrees to their names but even those Goons that dropped out of school before they learned to spell their own names could do that math.

The big bad Bat had benched the boy after the fierce little bird had done what any decent member of the criminal underbelly would have. There were those that thought maybe it’d been an accident, that the kid was pulled off duty because of being too upset at unintentionally crossing the heavy line the Bat drew in the sand. Those voices were drowned out pretty quick though.

Sure, Robin II was all about second chances, of doing better, of redemption. But Garzonas had chances to spare and only ever spat in the face of those offering them. Doubled down on being a monster in a way very, very few of the Rogues Gallery would. The kid was a sweetheart, but he wasn’t no push over and there were some things so heinous that there was only one way of handling them. Crime Alley had its own kind of justice system, and when faced with a monster that was beyond even Batman’s jurisdiction, Robin II did what he always did: fell back on his roots.

Or so the rumors said, at least.

That was the thing about Gotham’s seedy underbelly. It was a grimy, wretched nest of vipers and cut-throats, but it was also worse than any beauty parlor when it came to gossip. No one actually knew anything other than that piece of shit motherfucker took a dive while Robin was chasing him and that he’d not been seen on the streets since. But most had a fondness for the kid, and a distaste for the kind of cruelty Garzonas reveled in and there was no proof that Robin hadn’t gone and done the world a favor by drop kicking that barbaric sack of shit off a roof. So as far as most in the Gallery were concerned, the little bird had stepped up and been a hero.

Time passed. Not a lot. But enough. The Bat disappeared too, popping up on an entire other continent in a way that was awfully tempting. Even with other Masks playing baby sitter while the local cryptid was away. Rogues were scrambling to set plans in motion, Goons getting hired en masse, weapons and weird chemicals getting delivered to shady places across Gotham by the truck-full. The criminal underbelly was abuzz with the same excited energy of children the day before a big birthday party.

And then the news came in.

There were people in the dark who made their living finding things out. Knowing things that no one else did or could. Some even specialized, keeping tabs on Batman and Robin better than anyone else in the business were able. And when the information they found wasn’t anything handy to have tucked into a back pocket or a secret they were paid extremely well to keep? They held on to with the same tenacity a sieve clung to water.

Robin II had run off across the globe and ended up in Ethiopia. Something to do with a doctor doing aid work, the same something that had the Bat end up there was the assumption. Kid ran off to handle things himself or was sent on a separate path on purpose for some plan or other the Bat had cooked up on his hunt.

Whatever the reason, the kid crossed paths with the Clown.

Alone.

Childhood was not held universally sacred in the dark streets of Gotham. The city was hard and cruel and she didn’t care about the ages of those that were ground up and spit out in her oily black heart. But Robin II was hers, the child of her heart, an exception to the rule. And besides, most folks - even those in the Rogues Gallery - largely left the purposeful harm of kids out of the equation.

The Joker wasn’t most folks.

And the little bird was a long way away from the protective shadows of his mother city.

The Rogues and their Goons always had a soft spot for the Robins. And Robin II made it especially easy to let fondness bleed out of them from time to time. He was a good kid.

When the news broke, it broke most of them right along with it.

Plans stalled. Schemes ended. Gotham, for an unnervingly quiet stretch of time that neither its civilians or the world at large understood, went still. Crime continued, of course, but the big names weren’t seen. It was only right, by the standards of those that lived their lives in the dark, that they hold off and give the man that fought them all so relentlessly over the past years the time he needed to focus on hunting down the monster that killed his son. He didn’t need the distraction, and they all owed it to Robin II not to interfere while the Bat at last put a final end to the Clown.

And the hellish cryptid would need his full focus on this one. The Joker wasn’t one to take lightly at the best of times, but he’d set himself up neatly in the middle of a nasty bear trap. Ugly and complicated in the way everything with the Clown was. Interference from the CIA, from the UN, from Superman.

Shit went down. People heard about the Bat and the Clown throwing down in a helicopter plummeting from the sky in one hell of a water landing. Big Blue fished Batman out of the drink before he could drown but there’d been no sign of the Joker.

But the Bat would find him.

They all knew the relentless bastard would find him. It was just a matter of time. With the hellish drive of a demon straight from Gotham’s darkest shadows, the Bat would track the grinning, child killing ghoul down and make right the terrible wrong the evil motherfucker had done. Batman would hunt him to the ends of the earth and enact the justice he held up so fiercely. Robin II would have the vengeance the kid so rightly deserved.

It was just a matter of time. So they waited. And waited.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

The Clown still lived.

The world, impossibly, began to move on. The Bat returned to his lurking in the night, picking off gangs and petty crooks and no-name gangsters as if nothing had happened at all. More vicious, more savage, but failing to turn that rise in brutality into the killing blow against the one figure that so rightly deserved it.

No one knew what was happening. There were rumors and theories, as there always were in the underground. Some thought that it wasn’t the Bat at all back in Gotham but someone else pretending for awhile, looking after his neglected city while he continued his pursuit of the Joker. Other held that it was the Bat but the whole thing was a ploy to draw the Clown out into the open. A pretense at not caring meant to get under the Clown’s skin, make the asshole mad enough to get stupid and sloppy and reveal himself.

That the man simply had given up was beyond comprehension. Beyond what any upstanding Rogue could accept. So it simply couldn’t be true. There was a trick being played. Some brilliant game of 4D chess that none of them had been able to parse out. It’d be revealed in time, and they see the brilliant trap that had been set. The Clown would be lured out, the Bat would put him down for good, and then they’d all at last raise a glass to the little bird that had been shot down far too soon and smoke shitty cigarettes and quote literary masters and mourn the loss one of Gotham’s own true children.

They just had to play along. Stumbling forward back into their usual habits, pretending that it was a choice and not the world just forcibly dragging them along. It’d make sense, eventually. The Bat had a plan. Robin II wasn’t forgotten, his killer not left free to roam and ravage unpunished for what he’d done.

And then one day there was a new bird flitting across the rooftops.

Chasing the Bat’s looming frame like a reverse shadow. Bright flashes of color in contrast to the bleak darkness of Gotham’s grimy nights. Small and thin and young.

Not the first Robin. With his showman bright grin and bloody rage and unwavering belief in the terrifying power of hope. Not the brilliant, vicious little boy that they’d seen grow over the years into the fierce and fearless Nightwing.

Not Robin II either.

Not Gotham’s soft hearted little bruiser with his unshakable belief that people could be better if given the chance, shinning so bright in the dark as he held out a hand that even the Rogues had no choice but to believe right along with him sometimes. Not the tough little songbird they’d never get to see grow up. Unavenged and unhonored. Put in a box and buried in the ground with a name none of them would ever know carved into a stone they’d never be able to visit.

No.

It was a new Robin.

A new child with the R emblazoned upon his chest.

Sharp and quick and young in the way the birds always were when they started flying at the Bat’s side. Every inch of the boy’s tiny frame a tragedy and an insult. One very, very few of Gotham’s vicious underbelly were willing to tolerate.

Childhood was not held universally sacred in the dark streets of Gotham, but there was a damn big difference between holding something sacred and not giving a damn about it at all. There were rules unspoken but understood, a way things were done. Nothing so solid or concrete as a code of conduct, more a collection of time honored traditions. Blood for blood was among the oldest and truest, and the more precious the person taken the more vital and vicious payment was to be made in kind.

The Clown had killed Robin II.

Beaten the kid half to death and then finished the job with a bomb.

Everyone knew he’d done it laughing all the way.

The Bat should have done the same in kind. Done worse. It was justice, it was what was right. You kill a kid you’re marked forever. You kill one so well liked and kill ‘em like that and you’re destined for a cruel and cold death. The Bat had first dibs. It was his kid. It was his right to put an end to that awful laughter and let his son have peace at last.

But he never did.

Nightwing had. For a bit. For a moment.

Robin I, who half the time had scared them all more than the Bat ever could. Dazzling and dizzying and dangerous. Gave back the pain and hurt the Clown had forced upon him with clenched fists and bone shattering hits. They were glad for him, that he was able to beat the monster who had taken his little brother from him to death, that he was able to have such justice.

And then the Bat stepped in.

Revived the fucking Clown.

A slap in the face. The snapping crack of a spine beneath one straw too many. The final, unforgivable insult the man had dared visit upon not just the child taken from him but the entirety of Gotham.

The Rogues and their Goons always had a soft spot for the Robins. Respected their ferocity, admired their moxie, marveled at their ability to keep shining in the dark like they did. Robin II made it especially easy to let fondness bleed out of the city’s dirty criminal underbelly from time to time.

He was a good kid.

He deserved better.

Better than the silence and peace he should be granted in death to be marred by the mad cackles of his killer still running around alive and unpunished. Better than his father giving up, returning to the same old routine as if nothing had happened at all. Better than the Bat snatching up a new bird less than a year later.

Gotham and her Rogues had given the Bat time enough to do what needed to be done.

It was their turn.

#batman #batman au #batman rogues #batman rouges gallery #dc penguin #dick grayson #jason todd #jason todd robin #dick grayson robin #bruce wayne #the joker #tim drake #dc robin #gotham city #open season au #i don't go in for Jason being the 'angry' robin or the 'violent' robin #he was the lil chainsmoking ball of sunshin robin that made sure to do his homework first before going out to fight crime #dick was the scariest robin because he was BOTH incredibly violent & full of rage AND a ball of sunshine & unrelenting hope #Jason was a Gotham kid (an Alley Kid) and I think a lot of the rogues would have respected that #dick got his respect by teaching them how many of their bones a tiny 9 year old could break in a single kick #feel like there's a scene in the extended au in which Tim gets kidnapped but instead of being held for ransom or threatened #it's just the Rogues aggressively mother-henning him and trying to make sure he's alright #Dick gets a call from Harley later that the newest Robin is fine he and Riddler are coming up with deadly traps together #No she doesn't see anything wrong with that - it's just some enrichment activities for them - why do you ask?

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twisted-lover-boys · 6 months

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hey there, hope your doing fine !!

may I request riddle with an s/o that is extremely playful, sarcastic and basically an joker? like, his s/o is the completely opposite of him, not taking anything seriously and being extremely flirtatious and touchy with him, causing riddle to get flustered basically 24/7

Fluster the Tyrant

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Oh you know I’m basing him off of Jack Heart—

Also I at least wanted to get something out for Halloween so I’m gonna post this earlier than the rest.

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Let’s say that you and Riddle knew each other since you were kids. You were basically a copy of Chenya; you were playful, teasing, and very physically affectionate

In all honesty, Riddle didn’t mind your behavior. I’m fact, he found it rather endearing. He rather missed it when his mother decided to keep him locked up

In fact, he missed it so much that, when you met at NRC again, he became almost hyper-aware of it. Your rather flirtatious comments, your lingering touches, your teasing words. He couldn’t get his heart to stop beating so fast or his face to cool down

He doesn’t quite remember how it happened, but he know you both ended up together during his first year. And oh boy did it get worse

Your comments got more affectionate, your touches lingered longer, and your teasing only got worse. You’d tease him over a small fumble or misunderstanding or you’d tease him with a bombardment of kisses until he turned redder than his hair

Riddle has a hard time reciprocating your teasing and playful affections due to undiscovered—yet—trauma. Of course he shows it in different way, especially quality time. Study sessions, projects, tea breaks, he loves doing those things with you

Please compliment him. Please. I cannot tell you how much this man will stutter over his thoughts whenever you praise him for something. It is so worth it trust me

Riddle, I feel, is a big hand holder. Indexes, pinkies, full on, whatever. He’s shy about your usual touches. Waist, hips, torso, even full on hugs make him go red. Hand holding is the one thing he can handle and hide his blush with. He much rather prefers to keep those kinds of touches private

Man cannot handle kisses. Maybe a few hand kisses, but that’s it! Cheek, forehead, lips, neck, whatever, he will go so red in the face you’d probably mistake him for a cherry as he sputters out nonsense in response. He will probably reciprocate it once he’s calmed down

Now…about that undiscovered trauma…

You knew Riddle could be somewhat of a tyrant. He unfairly punished his own dorm students over the tiniest things all in the name of the Queen of Hearts and her 810 rules

Of course, you tried to bring it up to him or even try and tease him to make him forget about taking heads but it only resulted in your own head being taken several times. Eventually, you just stopped

Riddle has noticed the change in attitude. You were less playful and your touches were more comforting than loving. You were more sarcastic and to those around you. The only reason he didn’t say anything was because you were still carefree, not having a care in the world. You were still you in his eyes and nothing was wrong. Oh poor you

I can’t imagine you’d expect him to overblot. Hell, even Trey didn’t expect it. It was awful. Trey didn’t expect you to fight him so he let you lead the students away from the overblot with Cater before returning shortly after

Taking care of Riddle and the damage caused after the incident was…a lot. It took a toll on a lot of people, including you. You didn’t really know how to handle it and yet somehow, you prevailed

After that, Riddle was much more calm and less uptight. Honestly, it probably made teasing him all the better since he was more reactive and blushy

Now how about some events to lighten this sadness!

Oh dear, ghost bride was pretty fun wasn’t it? Well, that’s what no one thinks. The ghost bride almost immediately slapped you because of how carefree and teasing you were, saying “that’s not the proper attitude for a knight, let alone a man!” and it genuinely pissed Riddle off

He’s a little upset he didn’t get to be your knight in shining armor and get to the wedding first but you definitely made up for it with some quality yea time, courtesy of Cater

Halloween was also a fun time. No matter what dorm you were in and no matter what you wore, he was more than happy to spend this holiday with you. Bonus if you decided to do a double team up act to scare away the magicam monsters. Honestly, power couple

The endless Halloween night, however, was different. He had planned to stick close to you for however long he could if the mirror kept you together. If it didn’t, then he’d be worried for both your safety but also your group and the ghosts

Riddle was…a little displeased by the whole secret party thing because it basically put him, your, your groups, and the students at a major risk but he decided to just let that melt away as he saw your usual carefree self start to have fun and partake in the festivities

Lastly, the masquerade. He was at least glad you were picked to go along with him and Deuce. He would have an extra hand with handling one of his rowdy freshmen and he would make sure you stayed out of trouble at home

He couldn’t have predicted what Rollo did. He couldn’t have predicted the flowers or student’s magic being literally drained from them. He could only make sure that you, Deuce, and the others stayed alive for as long as they could until the bell was rung

When all of that was taken care of, he genuinely loved dancing with you in the masquerade. Of course, you couldn’t let your teasing nature go, but Riddle was more resilient to it. After all, he was wearing a mask

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x male reader

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daisyychainssj · 4 months

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Absolutely nobody was wondering my opinion on this but I wrote this out in my drafts last night at like 4am so here is my order of the eggs heights! It’s very real and canon and I will not be taking any criticism (I’m kidding please tell me your thoughts and opinions if you’d like to! 🤲🏻🩷)

First of all, to me, the eggs are still young so when I’m saying any of them are “tall” I mean tall in comparison to their siblings not in comparison to the adult islanders. I think at best the taller of the bunch reach a bit above their parents waists. They’re still babies to me 🤏🏻

🎩 Dapper - T A L L for his age. I like to think this is because of the hc that bad, being a demon, is intimidatingly tall but is able to change how tall he appears like in front of the eggs for example as to not scare them. Also the hc that the eggs take on physical attributes of their parents so I like to think dapper has taken on bad’s height

🥀 Tallulah - This may be controversial to some people but she’s a Tall Girlie™️ to me. She was VERY small when Wilbur found her in the attic due to being malnourished. However, when she began being cared for properly, eating and sleeping correctly she began to grow pretty fast! Also spending all of her first couple of days out of the attic around Wilbur and becoming quickly attached to him she took on a lot of his attributes, noticeably his height

🐼 Leonarda - Kinda on the tall side but is pretty much the expected height for her age. Had a growth spurt earlier than most of her siblings so was the tallest for a while but when her first growth spurt ended her siblings’ began and now she’s happily average height wise which she doesn’t mind because she likes being small enough to be her pa’s (ONLY) baby but also she likes being tall enough that the younger ones remember that she is older and was here first!

⚙️ Ramon - Baby boy made in heaven by god himself has always been a little shorty among the original eggs. He’s never minded and still doesn’t. Fit assures him that he’s still got plenty of time to grow! Which is true! they’re all still young but he’s not stressed about it either way. Being smaller means he can sneak into places others can’t to have a snoop around and get into the smaller areas of his machines and projects

🐥 Chayanne - WAS the tallest of the original eggs and Tallulah, Richas and Pomme when they showed up but eventually his siblings hit growth spurts faster than he did. He’s not super upset about it and still feels like he needs to and is still able to fulfil his role of big brother even if he is smaller than them now. Apart from Richas who he is still taller than and he will absolutely happily point it out to him every opportunity he can

🍎 Pomme - Small but mighty! Pomme hasn’t really had any noticeable growth spurts yet. She’s petite but boy can she wield ANY weapon with confidence no matter how big or heavy. She puts on the front that she doesn’t like being on the smaller end of the scale compared to her siblings but truthfully she kinda likes that her parents can pick her up and hold her like they were able to when they first found her. When times were simpler and she didn’t have to constantly be paranoid and anticipating the next bad thing that’s going to happen and carry the weight of the world on her little shoulders and feeling like she has to protect everyone she loves. So yeah she’s short but she doesn’t really mind at all

🐮 Richas - Wants to be tall SO bad but the poor little eggy just isn’t. Shortest of all his older siblings and absolutely furious about it. If anyone brings up the fact that he’s short he WILL throw a tantrum about it and will probably kick you in the shin but that’s what you get for saying he’s small when he so clearly isn’t!!! (he is)

~ The New Babies ~

💎 Sunny - Small lil baby compared to the older eggs but taller than both of the newer eggs. They just give me the energy of being tall for their age but not by a lot ya know just like a bit above average for her age bracket

🥞 Em - Tiny baby, little baby with pancakes on her head. So small but will slap you upside the head with her frying pan so don’t be deceived by her littleness. She’s hoping she’ll grow a bit soon because she’s tired of having to ask her mum’s to pick her up to reach hard to reach places in her room whilst decorating

🍿 Pepito - Just the absolutely tiniest baby. Could fit in the palm of my hand, the tip of my finger even. No Pepito has ever been as small as this Pepito

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #q!dapper #q!tallulah #q!leonarda #q!ramon #q!pomme #q!chayanne #q!richarlyson #q!sunny #q!empanada #q!pepito #qsmp rambling

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sunflowerkiwis · 10 months

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Drama Queen

You tend to Harry’s wounds after a small fight

word count: 628, she’s short and sweet

tw: mentions of fighting, needles (sewing), a couple swear words

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“Ow.”

“Calm down, you big baby.”

Harry flinched again and hissed at the stinging alcohol against his knuckle. “‘M not a baby,” he muttered under his breath.

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes, but with the thickness in your voice, it sounded more like ‘shore’. You were… disappointed, to say the least. “You wouldn’t be flinching and hissing if you weren’t such an idiot.”

Harry stilled.

Your words came out harsher than you intended them to. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but then again, all words came from somewhere and you both knew that.

Looking up, you could see his hurting eyes, reflecting yours. “I’m sorry,” you placed a hand on his cheek. Your hand was cold due to the alcohol in the cool bathroom air. “I’m just… I don’t know—I’m confused, H. You’re not violent, you think things through. I guess I’m disappointed,” you looked down at his cut knuckles and nudged at his hand, “Where’d this come from?”

This—the rash decisions, the impulsive pull of his arm, the harsh contact of his fist with probably another man’s face. It wasn’t like him.

“‘Dunno.” Harry looked down at his feet, hanging from the counter, like a scolded puppy. His voice lowered, “He was talking about you.” He, some guy you’d barely met from Harry’s management.

You tilted your head. Talking about you?

“He—fuck,” he winced as you padded his knuckles with alcohol again, “he was talking shit about you and saying stuff… bad stuff.”

“What’s ‘bad stuff’, Lovie?” You didn’t have to look up to see the hesitancy in his face.

“Don’t wanna hurt your feelings…”

You smirked. “Well it ain’t gonna hurt me more than him,” you let out a light chuckle.

The corner of Harry’s mouth turned up, not at the joke, but at the sound of your laugh. Although, it went away as soon as he realized there wasn’t a way to avoid this—not with your persistence and determination.

“He… he said you don’t deserve me and you’re—” his gaze moved from your face to his lap. From the corner of your eye, you could tell he was hurt too. “—that you’re ‘just some dirty chick who’s looking for money’.”

You threw away the alcohol pad and reached for a medical kit your mom had given you under the sink. Harry took a deep breath, bracing himself, remembering he still had a bad cut in his cheekbone that needed tending to. Your mom was a nurse and she’d given you this in case of emergencies, when you were younger she’d taught you lots of medical things like how to properly clean wounds and how to throw some stitches one, too. It was time to put those skills to use. You were always thankful for her and everything she taught and did for you. You always knew you’d need it someday, you just never thought you’d use these skills to help Harry recover from a literal fistfight.

“Jackass,” you said under your breath, standing up.

“Yeah,” Harry observed as you got everything ready. “I don’t know how it happened, it went by really fast. Just felt my fist hurting when it hit his face and then he hit me back. It’s all kind of a blur but then I kicked him out and came upstairs to you.”

You’d heard some loud, muffled words from downstairs, but you couldn’t tell if it was them shouting or a show they were watching, as you were watching one of your own in the bedroom and keeping to yourself.

He flinched when you brought the needle close to his face and your raised your eyebrows in a scowl at him. “H, I haven’t done anything—and you’re numbed.”

He gave you a sheepish look. “I thought it’d hurt.”

“Drama Queen.”

#harry styles #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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The Hotd characters reacting to seeing dream!Y/n then disappearing but coming back after the time skip

(Just fyi I’m going off the first time skip since there’s been so many lol)

Honestly, I can’t decide which way for dream!darling to disappear that would haunt the yanderes the most; having them disappear in the blink of an eye or watching them fade away into nothing and not being able to do anything to stop it. Either way it’s something that will stay with the respective character forever. It would even go as far as to push them deeper in their obsession and to more extreme measures to ensure it never happens again.

Viserys would be absolutely crushed. I imagine them being his bestest and longest friend. He had heard so many stories from his father, mother, and grandparents about dream!darling and when he finally got to meet them for himself he was enthralled. He could finally understand for himself what everyone was talking about when it came to them and he wanted nothing more than to be close to them. So seeing them disappear before his very eyes is heartbreaking especially when there isn’t a damn thing he can do about. Of course he was all to well aware that it was inevitable, that’s what all the stories and talk about them ended with, but to actually witness it is something no one could prepare him for. Not that it was horrifying but the immediate feeling of emptiness that followed was surreal. And it never truly went away. At least not until the darling came back and when they did he’d never smiled so big or laughed so loud like he did that day. Viserys was over the moon to have dream!darling back, even if they did forget him, he couldn’t have been happier to see them again. The only thing about it that made his heart clench was that Aemma wasn’t there to see them again.

Daemon wouldn’t outwardly show how he felt about the whole situation. He’d act like he didn’t care but inside he was a mess of emotions. He was sad, angry, hurt, but most importantly he couldn’t help but feel abandoned. Especially when so much time goes by before they come back again. Similar to Viserys, Daemon also heard plenty of talk regarding dream!darling, there wasn’t a Targaryen alive who didn’t speak about them after all. And just like his brother, Daemon was just as enthralled when he first met them, if not more so. He had always imagined how he would stop or keep the darling from disappearing, it was a well known part of all the stories that revolved around them after all and Daemon had always imagined being the one to do just that. But being in the moment it was entirely different then what he had imagined. As much as he wanted to do something he couldn’t; whether it was because it happened too fast or because his body just wouldn’t allow him to do anything, Daemon wasn’t really sure. He would go the rest of his days acting out and doing his thing as he did before but only worse in hopes of trying to forget the darling and the feeling he was left with when they had gone. But once they do return, Daemon can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. He would still feel as though they had abandoned him but given that they probably don’t remember him he’d figure out another way to get his dues that he’s had to go without since they’ve been gone.

Rhaenyra would feel utterly helpless seeing the darling disappear. Especially if it was after Aemma’s death. It would really hit her hard. I could see Rhaenyra having grown up to idolize the darling especially with how Viserys and Aemma talked about them. She wouldn’t want to let on just how much she truly is affected by the situation. She knows that the darling will come back, they always do and when they do she’ll be waiting for them no matter how long it takes. But the hope she holds onto doesn’t take away from the haunting image of them disappearing like they did. It’s burned into her mind and nothing could erase it. When they do finally come back, Rhaenyra is ecstatic, she feels complete now and has so much to tell them. It wouldn’t matter whether they had no clue who she was or where they even were, Rhaenyra was going to make the best out of it. But gods forbid the darling disappears again and so soon too.

Alicent wouldn’t know what to do. One second the darling was there and the next they weren’t. She’d probably feel like she was going mad or something but from what she’s heard from her father it was a common occurrence, not that that took away from being the one to witness it. Even if she hadn’t known or interacted much with the darling she would feel just as invested in them, especially if they had tried to make an effort to befriend or even just so much as say “Hello” to her in passing. There wouldn’t be a moment that Alicent wouldn’t be plagued with the thought of the darling given how beloved they were/are. The most she’d do while the darling is still gone would be to try and learn everything there was to them. She would want to know everything; whether it was to feel closer to the darling or to just feed her curiosity. When the darling does come back she’s filled with a light and fluttering feeling she can’t quite explain. She doesn’t know why but she’s the happiest she’s ever been just seeing dream!darling again. This time will be different though, Alicent will make all the effort she can to be close to the darling. She excuses this as her just trying to make Viserys happy and trying to mend things with Rhaenyra by befriending the darling but really she’s just as hooked as the rest.

Criston Cole is another one who wouldn’t know what to do but he’d also feel helpless in the moment. He’d feel incredibly guilty not being able to keep it from happening. He knows how much the darling meant to Rhaenyra and being the one to see them disappear he feels incredibly useless having not been able to do something. Criston wouldn’t be able to get them out of his head. He’d ask Rhaenyra about them and listen intently to everything she had to say concerning them. Similar to Alicent, Criston would want to know everything he could about the darling. His thoughts would continue to be plagued by the darling and his helplessness/uselessness at not even trying to do something in the situation. In the beginning it was more so because of Rhaenyra and her immense care for the darling that earned his curiosity about them but then it turned into something else. Something he’d plunged himself further into after his fall out with Rhaenyra. Maybe it had been some kind of redemption thing for him at first but after the fall out he clung to the whole dream!darling thing as a way to get back at Rhaenyra. And he was going to get back at her. Once the darling comes back Criston Cole would be desperate to get to them before Rhaenyra, especially if they don’t remember anything from before. He’s obsession would stem from just wanting to desperately take them away from Rhaenyra and Alicent is more than just along for the ride.

#anxious answers #yandere viserys targaryen I #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere alicent hightower #yandere criston cole #yandere house of the dragon #yandere game of thrones #yandere house of the dragon concept #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept #yandere reactions #yandere imagine

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jackalopesao3 · 1 year

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Mmm…still kinda leaning towards Michael/Celestial Realm being the big bad of the OM! series. I decided to write down some thoughts and theories regarding Nightbringer and recent developments.

Below are my speculations at antagonists, nightbringer, Michael, Solomon, and the Celestial Realm

Generally speaking

The exchange program didn’t happen until the brothers fell. Michael wouldn’t even speak to or meet with Diavolo before this (assuming because he believes demons are beneath him). It was Lucifer who went. He needs that line of communication open now until he can devise a plan to get the brothers back.

He is jealous of MC and speaks to and about them in a condescending way. He’s told Raphael a lot about MC. It’s not because he’s a fan. He’s keeping tabs on the person that’s suddenly so close to the objects of his desire.

He’s probably not fond of the idea that MC is so close to Solomon and the angels either. He gave Solomon his Ring of Wisdom which is like a pact with an angel. He’s likely not fond of Solomon getting too close to the brothers either.

The Angels

Simeon and Luke are his subordinates and are loyal to him. He was outraged when Simeon stole Lucifer’s ring from his paraphernalia of Lucifer’s belongings. He punished Simeon for doing something noble and altruistic - saving the lives of both MC and Lucifer.

Kinda convenient how fast he was inside MC’s head when they or Lucifer go to stab themselves, eh? I think he would have intervened himself to save Lucifer. He may have been planning on giving the ring to MC because he doesn’t like seeing the brothers hurt by their death or it would have been a convenient way to let MC die - I’m still unsure on this.

Simeon’s punishment for being brave and doing the right thing was being turned into a human. He couldn’t go back to the Celestial Realm. Being made mortal, Simeon’s life was in danger wherever he went. Vindictive much? The response is likely due to both a subordinate “betraying” him and his jealousy of MC and even Simeon’s closeness with Lucifer.

Luke is young so he’s still malleable and I doubt Solmare would have Michael do anything horrible to Luke for being close to MC (because he’s a child). He’s proven to be very manipulative by showing off his best traits in front of him, presenting himself as the very best example of an angel and a fellow lover of sweets. We’ve all seen how Luke wants to bake for Michael.

Raphael is incredibly quiet in the game. Game lore states that he knows Michael best. It seemed to me that he was practicing caution around MC. He heard about MC from Michael but we don’t know what he heard. Raphael is a sensitive angel. He’s an archangel of healing. He probably has at least a little sense of what Michael’s true feelings are. Maybe he knows Michael is at least sus of MC. The problem is, Raphael also trusts Michael. I don’t think Raphael would suspect Michael of any scheming. Raphael is very blunt and simple in his own dealings with conflict. When the brothers were causing trouble in the Celestial Realm his solution was to rain spears down on them. It was simple and effective.

I don’t really see “god” in the picture so authority has defaulted to Michael. Anyone in a position of power has the potential to abuse their powers. Is Michael biding his time?

Solomon

Is it just me or is Solomon weirding anyone else out in Nightbringer?

He seems especially callous to the demons, like his old self many years ago. Pushing Levi into the bathtub first, how he commanded Barbatos to make a portal, and how he doesn’t seem that bothered that Barbatos is ready to violently murder his ancient ass every way possible and impossible.

How can he not remember what would have pissed Barb off? They have a long history and this is definitely a serious spat. Surely you remember the serious fights you have with the people you’re closest to.

I know people are speculating that this Solomon is actually the past Solomon. It very well could be. It’s plausible. I would enjoy that plot twist. However, it could just be that Solomon is trying to act to his character as he was back then. It would raise red flags if he suddenly started acting like bffs.

Solomon has Barbatos at his command and therefor access to timelines. I’ve always HC’d that those two and Diavolo are the most powerful characters for exactly that reason. Fucking with time has major consequences. (I promise this is circling back to Michael.)

Solomon is also trying to get pacts in the past which is beyond shady to me. He tries yet again with Lucifer, asks Lucifer to have one with Levi, and succeeds making one with Asmodeus after saying that he wouldn’t do it. He’s opportunistic. Is he chasing his own goals or is something bigger going on here? Something he’s trying not to get us further involved in?

We know by the end of Lesson 10 that whoever Solomon is talking to, likely Nightbringer (only likely because what if NB is both Michael and someone else which will be explained below) and/or the Antagonist, “made Solomon who he is today”. Solomon received the Ring of Wisdom before making his 72 pacts with the demons. It was through this ring, that he was able to outwit the demons and enslave them to build his temple. Most theology has Solomon receiving the ring from God directly or Michael iirc. In Obey Me, he receives it from Michael. Would it not be Michael who made Solomon who he is today? Who is testing Solomon to choose a side? Diavolo wouldn’t do something to compromise the exchange program. Who does that leave?

Solomon also claims that this person is acting like a demon. You wouldn’t insult or warn a person that they’re acting like a demon.

This person refers to MC in a condescending way when speaking with Solomon, much like a certain angel we have yet to see.

The texts from Nightbringer even sound like Michael’s vague/evasive way of talking.

The big one: MC was sent to the past. You know who was able to send MC to the future after being sent back in time due to Solomon’s cooking? Michael. The game confirms he has some powers concerning time.

Who Else?

I believe if NB is the antagonist they will end up either being Michael or one of two things:

1. What Satan is to Lucifer. New Character.

Lucifer and Michael were often compared to one another. Lucifer created Satan from his anger, much like Zeus created Athena in mythology.

If there are more parallels to Lucifer and Michael, it would make sense for Michael to have created someone too. The closest equivalent would be Metatron. Metatron and Michael are sometimes referred to as one and the same much like the Satan/Lucifer situation in theology.

It could be Michael and Metatron working together either purposely or with the other unaware.

2. A Past or different timeline version of a character we already know.

Maybe someone had regrets. Solomon, Barbatos, or even Michael. It would need to be someone who can mess with time or has access to someone who can. Even MC might be a contender considering how much they’ve been messed around with now in timelines. It wouldn’t make sense but who knows at this point. I’m not placing money on anything right now.

Gonna add on that in some texts, Barbatos was a fallen angel. Could be that NB is a pre-fall Barb. I’m trying to find more info on that but it’s scarce and I don’t remember all the websites I used to get all my occult info from back when it was one of my adhd focuses.

One more contender would be Uriel - the angel that is noted to have time powers in different religious texts.

Ultimate Big Bad(s) Goals

These are speculative from me and if I wrote the script I would totally make them these!

Michael’s Ultimate Goal

To have the brothers back in the Celestial Realm with him.

It’s stated how he keeps pictures of them and also keeps their belongings, especially Lucifer’s.

He’s jealous of MC.

He’s willing to participate in the exchange program. This is likely to keep tabs on the brothers.

He doesn’t know how to get the brothers back without risking the wrath of god or other angels. He is biding his time. Maybe this will tie into NB.

The Celestial Realm’s Ultimate Goal

Supreme reign over all three realms.

We learn in Nightbringer that:

1. Every Demon King before Diavolo’s father has died in combat. They don’t even know what their average lifespan is.

2. Diavolo wants to establish peace like his father and the ones before him.

Just how long has the Devildom been trying to make peace with the Celestial Realm? Why is the Celestial Realm so reluctant?

It has to be that they want control of everything. They believe that their way is the only right way. We saw how terrified Luke was of demons. Yet it seems like demons came around to accept him and Luke made friends. The brothers were met with bigotry when they first fell but became very popular later on.

The Devildom shows more of a willingness to change than the Celestial Realm.

I believe the main takeaway will be Freedom/Ideals (Devildom) vs Truth/Laws (Celestial Realm). It’s never been about Good vs Evil. Diavolo is one of the most pure characters in the game (he still has issues, yes) and he’s the next King of Hell. Michael is a shady AF angel.

Please feel free to comment your thoughts or reblog with your thoughts!

#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #om! swd #obey me spoilers #om! nightbringer #nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer #michael obey me #solomon obey me #barbatos obey me #om! solomon #om! barbatos #nightbringer #obey me theories #obey me theory

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rubyarrows · 4 months

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Holiday Excuses

The familiar scent of fresh coffee grounds and gentle hum of people conversations amongst themselves enveloped the air of the cozy local coffee shop that I found myself in waiting for my older brother to show face. I had asked him to meet me for a late breakfast here as a way to spend time with him and have our weekly fill in on our lives. That and he’s been beating around the bush in giving me a straight answer on if he was coming with me or not to visit mom’s side of the family in San Jose. I wasn’t leaving or letting him leave, for that matter, this coffee shop until I got one.

I was scrolling through Facebook when he approached the table I sat at, with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “Excuse me is this seat taken?” he asked in a playful voice.

Acting like I was paying him no attention, I shrugged and continued to mindlessly scroll. “Was saving it for my brother but at this point I don’t think he’ll show.”

He chuckled slightly before walking over and giving me a hug. “Hey, YNN.” My curly haired, older brother greeted me before sitting down in the seat across from me. “Looking like you finally got a good night’s sleep for once.”

I shook my head and giggled. “Oh, you have no idea. This research paper is going to be the death of me. If not from the late nights, then the lack of materials on the subject assigned will stress me enough, I’ll fall into a coma.”

“And it’s due when?” He questioned as he placed his gym bag down onto the hardwood floor.

I sighed and rubbed my head in frustration from just thinking about the damn thing. “Friday. Just in time for the holidays. I swear May can’t get here fast enough.”

Marty shook his head in amusement. “Still want me to talk you out of the next degree out mother tries to talk you into?”

I groaned. “Please do because you know it’s bound to happen. Every graduation I ever had she seems to rope me into going back to school for another four years.”

“Will do.” He said with a smile on his face.

I was quick to change the topic of discussion. “Enough about my college habits. What’s been going on with you? You seem to have a few more scars since I seen you last month.”

The shaggy, blonde haired man in front of me shrugged. “Oh, you know, same old shit different day. Catch the bad guys, save the day. Be the big hero that somehow disappoints mom. I don’t know how that works out but hey what am I to do about that?”

I nodded at his rhetorical question. “Very true. That woman is never happy.” I stated before taking a sip of my coffee. “Speaking of our mother, you still haven’t given me an answer on whether or not you’re going to join us in visiting grandma this year.”

There was a hesitation as Marty went to answer, as if he wasn’t sure what his answser was going to be. “YNN, works been hectic and there’s this major operation that I can’t just bail on. I don’t have an answer but there’s a good chance that’s probably not going to happen.”

“Big operation, my ass, Mart.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “I know for a fact there isn’t no op, I’ve talked to Kensi. The girl is going to the cabin for Christmas. Unless PD has you in one, which I highly doubt considering you don’t really report to them anymore, if at all, there isn’t an op you’re working and you’re just making up excuses not to.”

“Who’s making excuses? I’m not... no excuses here. What excuses?” My brother rambled on but stopped when he noticed the unamused look that had now plastered itself on my face. “Are Aunt Connie and Uncle Newt gonna be there?”

“That’s who you’re trying to dodge?” I questioned him and when he nodded, I let out a small but understood sigh. “Not that I’m aware of. Last I heard, they are going to visit Sammy in Greece. Mom said something about she had a new boyfriend that she wanted them to meet, or something like that. I wasn’t listening to the entire story; Ma was rambling, and I didn’t have the patience nor the attention span to care to hear the whole thing.” Marty raised his brow and nodded. “Marty, it’s probably going to be the last Christmas that Grandma will be around and though I know and completely understand why you would want to avoid Aunt Connie and Uncle Newt at all costs, not that it seems to be a problem now, but she wants us both to be there.”

He sighed deeply in defeat. “Okay. Fine.” Marty finally said. “But I’m not traveling down there with Mom. I refuse to make that five-and-a-half-hour drive with her going on and on about all the things I could have done better since she last saw me. I don’t know how she knows these things and I don’t think I want to but I'm not dealing with it.”

“Oh, you really thought I was about to do just that?” I questioned, knowing exactly what he was talking about. I have had to endure it enough times my-damn-self. “Ha. You’ve got jokes, brother." The two of us laughed slightly then diverted the conversation as we sipped our coffee. For the rest of our time at the small coffee shop, we just enjoyed one another’s company.

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #ncis #ncis la #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis la x reader #ncis la imagine #ncis la imagines #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #marty deeks x reader #marty deeks imagine #marty deeks imagines #marty deeks fanfiction

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quil12 · 10 months

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souyo + pre-relationship? im a sucker for cringe4cringe souyo they r so bad at flirting (To Me)

I don't know how cringey this one is, but it's what I think of when I think of them pre-relationship lmao

Yosuke groaned, leaning back against the floor of the dungeon.

He had just gotten hit by a particularly nasty electricity skill and now just wanted to curl in on himself and sleep for several hours.

He had to admit that he had probably brought this upon himself though. He had rushed into the fight, wanting to take out the shadows as fast as possible. He had wanted Yu to praise him for doing a good job. It always made him so unbelievably happy whenever that happened. He was really seeking his approval and now he was in pain because of it.

“Yosuke!” That was Yu’s voice along with the sound of footsteps coming nearer. “Are you okay?”

He tried to get himself to sit up. He didn’t want him to have to worry about him.

All of a sudden, a warmth began radiating out around him, seeping into his joints, relieving the aching of his limbs.

He let out a deep breath, looking over just in time to see one of Yu’s various Personas fade away. He must have cast a healing spell on him. He could always count on him to help him when things like this happened.

Yu walked over beside him, offering him his hand. He took it - his skin was so warm, his palm and fingers calloused, only serving as a reminder of how adept he was with his sword - letting himself be helped up.

“Are you okay?” Yu repeated, worry behind his eyes.

Yosuke nodded. “Yeah, sorry.”

He looked him over with his eyes before nodding. “All right, just try to be more careful next time. I don’t like you getting hurt.”

For whatever reason, that concern made his heart start pounding in his chest. "Yeah, right."

With that, the group started heading through the area once again, going until they were all too exhausted to keep at it, leaving the TV World.

While they were walking through Junes, something dawned on him - there was an essay due the next morning that he had barely started on. He definitely wasn't going to have the motivation to finish it that night, not with how tired he was. He needed to get it done though.

They were walking into the parking lot, everyone beginning to head into different directions, when he stopped Yu.

"Hey, Partner?"

Yu turned to face him. "What's up?"

He hesitated. He needed someone to motivate him to get this essay done. "Do you already have your essay finished? The one for history?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, I do."

He hesitated. If he hadn't had it done, he was going to ask him if he wanted to work on it together, but if he had already finished it, then he really couldn't ask that.

"Do you want to come over to work on yours?"

Relief flooded through his chest. If he was offering, then he didn't need to ask. "Yes, please."

"All right, come on then."

The two of them began walking in the direction of the Dojima Residence. He did like going over there a lot. It was nice to just spend time with Yu and also Nanako. Yu's uncle kind of intimidated him, but altogether it was nice.

When they arrived, Nanako was the only one home. She immediately perked up as soon as the door opened. "Welcome home."

Yu smiled at her, returning the greeting - it was such a warm smile, one that he loved seeing from him. It made him look so handsome. He paused at that thought - objectively handsome, of course. Yu was just a good looking guy and the smile made him more good looking.

"Hey, Nanako-chan," Yosuke said, walking over to the table in the living room where she was seated.

"Hi. Are you here to hang out with Big Bro?"

He was just opening his mouth to answer that yes, he was, when Yu cut him off. "He's here to work on homework."

Yosuke pouted. "I can do both."

"Maybe after you get your work done."

He groaned. Now that he was here, he just wanted to spend time with the both of them. That sounded so much better than homework.

Nanako looked between the two of them before turning to him. "I'll help you."

He smiled. "I'm sure that with both of us working together, I'd get an even better grade than Yu."

"Really? Big Bro is really smart though."

"Don't sell yourself short."

"Yosuke, don't try to get her to do it for you," Yu said from the kitchen.

"I'm not trying to get her to do it for me. I'm just saying that I bet she's smart enough to do it."

Yu hummed. "Maybe. Anyways though, get to work. Dinner will be ready in a bit."

"And I'm getting treated to your home cooking. You're spoiling me."

"Would you rather not have dinner?" There was a smile behind his voice.

"I definitely want dinner."

"Good, so get to work."

He grabbed out his history book and the part of the essay that he had already started writing, spreading it out on the table in front of him.

Everything quickly settled into a comfortable quiet, the TV on in the background and noises coming from the kitchen as Yu cooked. He liked being like this. It sure beat working on his essay alone in his room.

After a while, dinner was ready, so he stopped working to eat - once again, Yu's cooking was so good. If he could have one person cook for him for the rest of his life, it would be him. It sounded so nice to live with him and have him cook for him every day. He would love for that to happen.

Once dinner was done, he started working on his essay again, determined now to get it done - he was starting to feel the pressure of needing to finish it before he went home that night. He got so into it that he barely even noticed Yu putting Nanako to bed. He came to sit with him afterward though, so that was nice.

He was just writing the last sentence when the front door slid open.

He looked up as Dojima walked inside, stopping when he saw him. “Hanamura, you’re here late.”

“Welcome home,” Yu said. “Yosuke just needed help with homework.”

He nodded. “All right, that’s fine. You’re staying here tonight though. It’s too late for a kid your age to be walking around.”

He almost opened his mouth to complain, but quickly thought better of it. “Oh, all right.”

“Good, now don’t stay up too late.”

“We won’t,” Yu said.

At that, Dojima walked into the hallway, presumably going to bed himself.

Yosuke turned to Yu. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to spend the night.”

Yu shook his head. “It’s fine. Are you almost done with your essay?”

He looked back down at the paper in front of him. “Yep. I just finished it.”

He nodded. “Do you want to go get ready for bed now then? You can borrow some pajamas.”

He smiled. “Thanks, dude. And yeah, that sounds good.”

At that, he put his school stuff back into his bag, standing, and following Yu up to his room.

He waited as he went through his dresser, pulling clothes out of it. He handed him a stack of them. “You can take a shower first.”

“Okay, be right back then.”

He took the clothes into the bathroom, setting them down on the counter. He quickly took a shower, then got to work getting redressed.

As he was pulling on the shirt though, he paused. This was Yu’s shirt. He was about to put on Yu’s clothes. Why did that thought make his heart race? It was just a piece of fabric.

A piece of fabric that Yu had worn before.

He swallowed hard, pulling the shirt on over his head. Why was he acting so weird about it? Sharing clothes with his best friend shouldn’t make his stomach flutter. It just shouldn’t.

He was kind of disappointed that they smelled like laundry soap and not him though.

The pants were just a little bit too long on him and he fought the urge to roll them up - rolling up pajama pants was just weird. Still, it made him feel small. Yu wasn’t that much taller than him, was he?

He pushed his thoughts away, then made his way back to Yu’s room. It seemed as though he had been hard at work while he was taking a shower, setting up the room so that there were two futons laid out, side by side on the floor.

“Shower’s all yours,” Yosuke said, walking up beside him.

It might have been his imagination, but it felt like Yu’s gaze lingered on him for a few seconds more than normal.

He nodded. “All right. I’ll be right back.”

After Yu left the room, Yosuke went over and sat down on one of the futons. He was really about to sleep so close to him. Despite himself, that thought made him really happy.

He didn’t have to wait for very long before Yu was coming back into the room, his hair damp from his shower.

He paused by the door. “Lights off?”

“Yeah.” He was actually pretty exhausted from exploring the TV World, so he was about ready to go to sleep.

Yu flicked the lights off, then headed over, sitting down on the futon next to him, climbing underneath the blankets.

He followed suit, laying down on his side so that he was facing him. They were so close that he could hear his gentle breathing beside him. It was quiet for a little while.

“Hey, Yosuke?”

“Yeah?”

“I was just thinking about earlier - about when you got hurt.”

Yosuke winced. Why was he bringing that up?

“And well, you know that you don’t have anything that you need to prove, right?”

Was he really that easy to read? Did everyone else think that that was what he was doing?

“Yeah, sorry.”

Yu let out a small sigh. “It’s just… I really hate seeing you get hurt. I do care about you and it just makes my mind wander to the possibilities. What if something happens and it’s bad enough that I can’t heal you? I…” His voice was shaking.

Yosuke’s chest started aching. He really thought about stuff like that? He was worried about losing him?

Yosuke reached out, finding his hand amongst the blankets, and grasping tightly onto it. “I’m sorry. I’ve never thought about it like that.”

Yu squeezed his hand back. “I know that, really, we haven’t known each other that long, but I already can’t imagine living my life without you. You’re important to me.”

He took a deep breath. Why did hearing that make his eyes start to water. “You’re important to me too.”

Yu let out a yawn, moving a little bit closer to him so that they were almost touching. Without thinking too much, Yosuke reached over, wrapping his arm around his back, just letting them be close.

He really didn’t understand why his heart was beating so fast, but, at the same time, he was so unbelievably content. He hoped that Yu knew just how much he meant to him.

#souyo #fanfiction

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Part three of messy breakup

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Read part one and part two first

Eddie is still at war with himself over these feelings he has for you. Honestly he has never felt this way before and it’s freaking him out. He wants to talk to someone about this but the person he goes to with this kind of thing is you and well he can’t talk to you about you!

So he goes to the only other person he can think of...Wayne.

Wayne wasn’t expecting to see Eddie up and pacing when he got home early in the morning after his shift. “Son? Is everything okay, it’s nearly three in the morning.” Wayne looks around the trailer and realizes that you weren’t staying the night. “Where’s Y/N? Did something happen?” Eddie looks over at Wayne and Wayne is concerned by the look in his boys eyes.

“Wayne I don’t understand this feeling I’ve been having. My stomach feeling like it’s in knots every time Y/N is around me or even when I just think of them. My heart starts racing and it goes so fast it feels like I’m about to have a panic attack but I never do, my hands start sweating and I get concerned about how I look or smell and Wayne I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really starting to freak me out.” Wayne looks at Eddie with a pitiful smile and Eddie rolls his eyes seeing it. “Don’t look at me like that you old man this is serious! I think something is like seriously wrong”

Wayne gives Eddie a playful glare. “Son, are you really that dumb? Nothing is wrong with you boy.” Eddie looks at Wayne with his big brown eyes. “Then why am I feeling this way Wayne?”

Oh this boy is really clueless...

“Son... you’re in love.” Eddie’s eyes widen. Holy shit he’s right.

After Eddie’s conversation with Wayne he realizes what he needs to do. The next day when you come over he is going to show you how you make him feel...some how.

You came over to the trailer before either one of the Munson’s were home to clean up and prepare dinner for them. Both of them were at work so you had a few hours to get things done before they were to come home. You started by playing music and cleaning the living area and kitchen. After the dishes were done and everything was back in their correct location you went to start on Eddie’s room.

You made his bed and collected his dirty laundry when you found his D&D notebook open on his table. You didn’t think anything of it, so you walk over and go to close it before putting it on top of his bed so he can see it when he gets home but something catches your eye.

There was a new drawing in there that she has never seen before. Taking a closer look at it you see that it’s an elf prince(ss) that looks extremely like you. Flipping through the plans he had written out you see that the club will need to save the new character and whoever saves them first wins the heart of the prince(ss). In parenthesis Eddie made a small note, (No one can truly save them but me). Y/N smiles at the note.

“What are you doing here so soon?” Hearing Eddie’s voice makes you jump and drop the notebook. Eddie figured you didn’t hear him come in due to the music playing so loudly but he didn’t mean to scare you. “Oh shit sorry sweetheart” he leans down and picks up what you dropped before noticing that it was his notebook and when he does notice his eyes widen. “You weren’t suppose to see that!” He starts to panic “I know it’s probably weird for me to have a drawing of a D&D character that looks so much like you” you try to cut him off “Eddie honey-” but there is no use as he keeps rambling. “but I won’t use it if you aren’t comfortable with it and I-” “Eddie!” He finally stops his ramble and his eyes snaps back up to you with a dark blush across his face.

You give him a soft, kind smile. “Sweets, you have no reason to apologize truly I’m honored you would make me into a character.”

After hearing your reassurance Eddie starts contemplating on if he should confess. He decides that he needs to, this seems to be the perfect time.

“Y/N...there is a reason I drew it to be like you. And before you cut me off I want you to just listen. I...I think I love you. At least Wayne tells me that’s what I’m feeling. All I know is whenever I’m around you my stomach turns into knots, and my hands get sweaty and it gets hard to focus on anything but you but this feeling doesn’t leave when you leave it stays. I go to bed and I think of you and I wake up thinking of you. I can’t focus on anything without you coming to mind and I have never felt this way. Not with Chrissy, not with anyone I’ve been with before and it’s really scaring me. I can’t lose you.”

Listening to everything Eddie has to say makes tears form in your eyes. You never thought Eddie would return your feelings especially after the whole messy breakup with Chrissy...”Eddie..” You’re at a lost for words which really worries Eddie.

Did I mess this up?

Before Eddie can try to back track you walk over to him and pull him into a deep kiss. Pulling away you rest your forehead against his. He is now the one at a lost of words. “Eddie I think I love you too.” Eddie breaks into a huge smile before kissing you deeply on more time.

I really hope you all enjoyed this little series! If you did please consider liking, reblogging, and commenting.

Also if you like my work please consider following me <3

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#Part three #Eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #wayne and eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader

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lovelaetter · 2 years

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okay so I thought about the 5th member anon ask and kinda like I continued something with it tho it's short.

So you were not coming with the other 4 to the Japan showcase due to solo schedule conflict so you're going to be alone at the dorms. The fans were very sad about it and they came up with all sorts of scenarios how you're going to be sad and all alone, as well as how the other members are going to miss you, and lastly how they probably hugged you goodbye before heading to Japan.

But what really happened was they made sure, Karina especially, that you weren't going to fuck around and bring other girls to the dorm. The night before the flight Winter went to your room to remind you who you belong to, she initially planned to tire you out but she passed out due to being overstimulated before she gets her turn.

oh anon, here we go…

even though giselle left before the other girls, she didn’t lost her chance to play with you, convincing you to sleep with her, claiming she would miss you so much more since she was going to spent more days in Japan than the others. you knew it was a trap, obviously, but it held a little truth, so you accepted. right when you’re drifting to sleep you feel her hands on your body: hands under your shirt to grope your tits, then a hand sliding inside your pants. your mind drifting between awaken state and sleepiness and you can hear giselle whispering in your ear, “sleep if you need to, i only want to have a last taste of you, make sure i don’t forget.”

the day before the others departure you knew since the moment you woke up that your day was going to be a long one, opening your eyes to see nigning by your side, kneeling on your bed. as you asked her what was wrong she told you in that sweet voice of hers that she wanted to eat you out so bad. it’s impossible to say no to her so you just pushed the sheets away. she looked so happy between your legs, looking up at you with her big eyes while working her tongue on your hole, nose hitting against your clit. the little slut she is, got so wet when you grabbed her head and held it in place while moving your hips up and down, using her face the way you wanted

karina cornered you around the dorm the whole evening, wanting to make out with you at any given opportunity. when you decide to took your shower she followed close behind, sneaking under the water and pulling you closer to a sloppy kiss. leaning against the wall, you watched how her fingers disappeared inside you in a surprisingly fast pace as she kept on telling you how your holes are hers’ and the girls only. (she probably came on your fingers after, screaming that her pretty cunt is yours)

by night you already expected winter to come to you and it didn’t take long for her to enter your room. she tried to take control at first, she really did, but before anything she is your doll, so when you grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down on the bed, attacking her neck and chest, she didn’t complain. her moans echoing in the room as you used your fingers on her hole, sucking on her clit without any mercy. her first orgasm hits and you don’t give any hints of stopping, instead goes faster and she tries to escape your grip because it’s too much but it’s like the hand holding her down is so much heavier so she just lays there, whining and letting her small tears fall. you stop after she squirts, making a mess of everything, the acts of taking your fingers out of her and letting go of her abused clit being enough to make her cry, trying to close her legs weakly. she’s so emotional after, hugging you and saying that she was genuinely sad that she wasn’t your best girl anymore and you apologized obviously, not knowing she had taken the thing so seriously.

imagine her smile next morning when they were saying their goodbyes and you whispered to her that she would always be your best girl :( pretty girl has never been happier

#asks #aespa smut #giselle smut #karina smut #winter smut #ningning smut #wanna know what’s inside my head???? insanity

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dragonciphering · 11 months

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My teaser for my fic has become a big ass (in my terms) oneshot. So uhhhh here’s some incorrect quotes as compensation. Also most of these ones pertain to this series (the series of oneshots) I’m writing. But they are not in the exact words or in order of happening ;D

<***>

Anakin talking about Obi-Wan, Luke, Qui-gon, and Leia’s Force Ghosts who are watching this time travel fiasco: “Why do you not believe that Force Ghosts are real?”

Ferus, while siping on some tea: “Never seen one. Plus there are no records of any for thousands of years.”

Anakin: “Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real.”

Ferus: “Example?”

Anakin: “You can’t see gravity. That’s real.”

Ferus: “I can drop this tea cup.”

Anakin: “Kriff.”

<***>

Ferus: “This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.”

Anakin: “That sounds like a dare to me.”

Ferus bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, inhaling and whispering: “For Force sake—”

<***>

Ferus trying to meditate while Anakin’s in the room: “Force, please give me patience.”

Anakin forgetting he’s not a Sith: “Isn’t it ‘Force give me strength’?”

Ferus, lightly chuckling and running on fumes: *Light chuckle* If the force gave me strength you’d be dead ☺️”

Anakin:

<***>

Anakin: “We had fun, didn’t we, Ferus?”

Ferus: “I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.”

<***>

Anakin: “Good morning. As you begin your day, remember that violence is always an option and often the answer.”

Ferus:

Anakin:

Ferus who knows that’s it’s 5-kriffing-am: “...How did you get into my room? And please, go back to bed.”

<***>

Ferus: “As the most senior padawan here, I say we find another route; it’s not safe for padawans who haven’t been on a mission before.”

Anakin: “That sounds like a challenge.”

Ferus: “I have to stress, that is not a challenge.”

Anakin who’s still trying to stop falling into his old Sith habits: “...That is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted!”

Ferus: “There is no challenge!”

<***>

Anakin: “If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. “

Ferus: “...We're on the ground floor.”

Anakin: “I know but I want a dramatic exit.”

<***>

Anakin: Ferus, do you consider me your rival and a good person?”

Ferus: “Of course I do!”

Anakin: “Would you still if I did something bad?”

Ferus: “Well, of course I… would…”

Anakin: “I mean something really, really—”

Ferus: “Anakin…what did you do?”

<***>

Anakin: “Tell them to eat banthashit, Ferus.”

Ferus: “Tell them yourself.”

Anakin: “Eat banthashit, motherkriffer. Fall on your own lightsaber.”

<***>

Ferus: “That was the worst throw ever, probably of all time.”

Anakin: “Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.”

<***>

Ferus: “Could I have some water?”

Anakin: *starts chugging their water bottle*

Anakin: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Anakin: *spills water all over himself*

Anakin, coughing: “I don't have any water.”

Ferus:

<***>

Ferus, injured: “Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?”

Anakin being a smart ass: “Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.”

Ferus, sarcastically and still injured: “Okay yeah thanks Anakin, that's great but wHERE'S THE KRIFFING FIRST AID KIT!?”

<***>

(And a bonus for my mutual @t1nytinn who I now owe my first born child to, due to their sacrifice of doing a shit tone of math for my sake)

Ferus who’s on his last nerve: “When I was your age—”

Anakin, mockingly: “When I was your height!”

Ferus:

Anakin:

Ferus:

Anakin, realizing what he just said: “Wait, ah kriff, I didn’t mean that— *nervous laugh* Please don’t kill me—”

Ferus, in all his queer glory:

<***>

Should I make more?

#star wars #anakin skywalker #ferus olin #luke skywalker #obiwan kenobi #qui gon jinn #leia skywalker #the last four are just mentioned

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the-suicidal-lizard · 9 months

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Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Why Season 3 Would Be A Bad Idea… Nerd Time.

First look at those nerds, those dweebs, those goofs. I love them and want to squeeze them. Okay onward!

I’m gonna get hate for this… and I accept that. But, please hear me out. For personal reasons first of all, I’m happy how it ended because if Venus was introduced as fans theorised I’d be disappointed because Venus is my LEAST favourite character. (Probably because I really disliked the Next Mutation.) Now my personal reasons are out of the way with, let’s get technical.

Have any of you watched a TMNT show where it was consistently good? And I mean, up until the last seasons? Because I haven’t.

The 1987 version was non-linear, much like Rise is, HOWEVER Rise has a beginning and ending. 1987 didn’t, but that was from the 80’s and it was bound to be silly. It was made to sell toys and the episodes were made around the toys, so obviously it wasn’t going to be linear. Then it was cancelled without an actual ending (no shock).

Okay, so! 2003! They actually had a good arc! Season 5 was meant to be the last season, but they were in demand and made Season 6 (Fast Forward) and Season 7 (Back to the Sewers) in which it became ridiculous, repetitive and just boring. The designs were less dark and rough, and more childish and bright. Not to mention even the future ideas were dumb. Like, you offed Shredder plenty of times you don’t need him back! (Thought Season 6 has a soft spot in my heart due to the Dark Turtles.) So it was cancelled without a solid ending.

How about 2012? A similar thing happened. Half way through Season 3 it was already getting a bit silly, I mean they were to space, then there was Dracula, and it was just… so much… like they turned emo at one point! It was insane! (Again, the space arc is special to me due to the Journey into the Centre of Mikey’s Mind.) So again, this was cancelled with a sad excuse of a final episode.

Even the 1990’s Movies! By the third movie, it is agreed upon that that movie is the worst. And The Next Mutation didn’t get a second season, but the again it is generally agreed upon that The Next Mutation is a poor TMNT adaptation. (2007 never got that sequel with the focus on Mikey due to layoffs and the director leaving, and Astro Boy bombed, thus causing the studio to go bankrupt.)

So, what would have happened with Rise? The same thing. By Season whatever, it would become ridiculous, and stupid, maybe repetitive and it would be cancelled without enough time to make a good, solid ending. Rise got Character Development (something 1987 and 2012 didn’t get), a plot with goofy episodes showing the bond in brotherhood (something 2012 didn’t get), a final where everything’s resolved (something none of the previous shows got), and a movie which had a solid story, character development and it didn’t feel like it was for nostalgia sake or even a cash grab. (Something 2012 didn’t get.)

Turtles Forever is a crossover movie with 1987 and 2003, but the marketing was handled poorly and was released for TV rather than a full length movie in the cinema and it was poor due to the style changes for the 2003 gang. Though it is considered to be non-canon, unlike the Rise Movie, and again, unlike the Rise Movie, it wasn’t given a theatrical release.

Now, could there have been more character development for the Rise Gang? Oh definitely! Leo could show his leadership skills developing, Mikey could show his skills developing, Donnie could develop his emotional skills and Raph could help Leo co-lead and develop his skills to relax. Casandra could be given more screen time and character development, as could Draxum and Big Mama. But don’t forget, you guys got a theatrical release movie (at least in China) and the movie never had problems with that release like Turtles Forever (such as ratio problems and cutting time down), you guys got an actual ending to the series, with decent character development and story arcs, and new characters and places. And don’t forget, the seasons always got ridiculous after the first few seasons…

That being said I would still watch Season 3-however many seasons they would do of Rise TMNT, because I like TMNT… I’m just being technical.

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Epilogue: Chapter 2.

Imani’s POV- Maddy’s Apartment.

“Do you ever think about leaving Elliot, like seriously?” Maddy asked, as I shrugged. “You didn’t leave Nate for a really long time, even though people were telling you to.” I answered, almost completely dodging her question. She’s quiet for a minute, as I fiddled with my phone. “Imani, that’s nowhere near the same thing. You’re allowing someone to drain you when you can easily leave.” She explained, and I shook my head.

“Maddy, I didn’t come here for a lecture. I just came here to relax.” I sighed, as she nodded. “I get that, I’m sorry.” She agreed, sitting next to me on her couch. “I just worry about you sometimes girl, that’s all.” She noted, hugging me from the side.

The next few hours of hanging out went smoothly, mostly us just talking and taking shots. I ended up stumbling back into my own apartment, giggling like a schoolgirl. Once I walked into my room, I saw Elliot fast asleep in my bed. Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling him shift as he woke up.

“Y’know, breaking and entering is a crime.” I joked, noticing that his signature smile was missing. “Not a crime if you gave me a key.” He replied, his tone cold. He’s curled on the right side of the bed, quiet as a mouse now. I walked over, kneeling to his level.

“What’s the matter, El?” I asked, as he shook his head. “I don’t wanna blow my high.” He muttered, and I exhaled. “Do you need anything from me?” I inquired, seeing him reach out for me. I got into the bed, and he immediately laid on me. “You’re more comfortable than your bed.” He teased, as I giggled softly. “I’ll be sure to tell my manufacturer your feedback.” I said, rubbing his back.

“How was Maddy’s place?” He asked, as I went silent for a few moments. “It was alright, we took shots.” I answered, and he looked up at me. “Mhm, you hesitated mani.” He pointed out, as I kissed his head. “I don’t wanna blow your high.” I said, using his words to get out of it. “Mkay.” He replied, laying his head back on my chest.

“Do you like me?” He asked, his voice quiet. “You wouldn’t be on my chest if I didn’t.” I answered, feeling his body shift. “No I mean, do you like me as a person? Like who I am?” He questioned, as I looked at him. “If who you are is smart, and funny, but occasionally a pain in my ass, then I love who you are.” I said, and he looked up at me.

He’s quiet, and I could practically hear the gears in his head turning as I kissed his forehead. “If somebody doesn’t like you, fuck em.” I mumbled, trying to comfort him. He laid back on my chest, silently falling asleep.

I stayed awake for two hours, not being able to shake the feeling that something happened at home, that it was the reason he’d asked that question. The temptation to wake it up and drag it out of him was strong, but I resisted. Sighing, I forced myself to go to sleep.

Elliot’s POV- Morning

I woke up, seeing Imani fiddling with her phone before looking at me. “Good morning sleepyhead.” She said, smiling at me. “Morning.” I mumbled, as she rubbed my cheek. “Do you gotta work today?” She asked, getting a head shake from me.

“Probably gonna chill and hit up that party later with Rue. You coming?” I inquired, as she shrugged. “If Maddy goes, I’ll probably end up going. I got a paper due in a couple days.” She explained, and I nodded. I leaned into her more, being quiet for a minute.

“What happened last night?” She probed, rubbing my back. “Just shit with my dad. It’s not a big deal.” I sighed, feeling her shift. “It’s a big deal if it made you upset enough to just come and be in my bed, Elliot.” She said, her voice raising slightly. I’m quiet for a few minutes, letting the silence set in.

“That guy fucking hates me. I feel like no matter what I do, that’s never gonna change.” I stated, feeling my eyes water. Admitting that makes me feel like my chest is going to cave in, and I hate that. It gives him more power than I want him to have.

Imani’s silent, but I didn’t feel like I was done talking. “If the person who’s half responsible for me being on this earth doesn’t like me, then why should anybody else? It just doesn’t make fucking sense.” I rambled, getting off her bed. I felt angry, the emotion heightened by the fact that I’m sober.

“You probably don’t like me either, I know you don’t!” I exclaimed, and she stood up. “Elliot.” She called, slowly making her way to my side of the room. “I pay the fucking bills, I make sure that both of them can eat and all they fucking care about are the drugs! That’s it!” I yelled, shoving a vase off her desk.

It hit the ground as I curled into a ball next to the shards. I’m sobbing, my chest tight. Imani’s trying to approach me, and my grip on myself tightens. I feel like I’m not thinking, as if everything’s simply blending in and mushing together. Imani’s arms are wrapped around me, bringing me back down to earth.

“I got you, you’re okay.” She whispered, holding me tightly. It’s quiet for a bit, the sound of my labored breathing breaking it. “I’m just tired.” I mumbled, curling up against her. She’s quiet, just rubbing my back.

I have no idea how I went from that, to sitting at a party with a blunt hanging from my mouth. The music is blaring around me, filling my thoughts just like the smoke filled my lungs. Suddenly, a blonde girl appeared next to me, her eyes studying me.

“I’m not sharing.” I muttered, taking another puff and blowing smoke through my nose. “Good thing that I wasn’t asking.” She replied, pulling out a pill and swallowing it. I didn’t say anything, focusing on myself.

“You’re Elliot. Imani’s boyfriend, right?” She asked, and I looked at her again. I’ve never even seen her before, especially not with Imani. “You know, you’re really invested in my business.” I snarked, taking my blunt out of my mouth. “I can’t be well versed in the good looking guys in our community?” She responded, a small smirk on her verse.

“Take me off your list, blondie.” I said, turning my attention away. Imani walked over, her demeanor shifting when she saw the girl. “Julianna…didn’t think you were still in San Francisco.” She noted, sitting next to me.

“Just Jules now, I don’t go by my full name.” She said, taking a sip from her cup. Imani did the same, smiling a bit. “Ah, but those breaking and entering charges still follow you.” She retorted, her head resting on my shoulder. Jules was silent, using my arm to pull herself off the couch. “It was nice meeting you, Elliot.” She said, walking away. Imani kissed my cheek, and I put my blunt back into my mouth, lighting it.

End Of Chapter 2

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sallage · 4 months

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Hiii I just got done reading about you and your SO. It's so awesome that you were able to tell them! Do you mind writing about one of the tickle fights you've had? In story format if you dont mind? You can totally ignore this btwww. Thanks(:

This is an awesome ask! I would love to!

This story really happened and takes place a few months after I told him. For this and for future reference, I’ll call him Jackson. Side note, I was excited to write this, so I just finished and it's 5:30am right now. There's probably going to be mistakes but I really wanted to get it out. Hope it's enjoyed!

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“Fuck! Jackson, I knocked one and Marshmallow is one hit!”

“Where is he?”

“He’s inside the- Fuck man! He fucking finished me! Just leave. It’s a whole squad now; people are third partying.”

“I have a shot.”

“No, Don’t! They- Oh my fucking God! Now they know where you are!”

“Fuck! It’s a whole squad!”

“I just said that!”

“Chill out, it’s fine. I can-”

“Don’t just stand there! You gotta- BRUH!”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, thats what happens when you shoot at people and just stand there like a bot- you get sniped.”

“I had 200 health.”

“200 health doesn’t matter if they snipe you for a head shot!”

“You died first.”

“Trying to save you waddoyou mean?!”

“Should’ve been better.”

“Jackson, I knocked one and got Marshmallow down to one hit. You died bent over with your ass in the air, begging for it.”

“Thats crazy.”

“I don’t give a shit, I told you to leave.”

“I can hear you from the living room, stop yelling.”

“What, you don’t want everyone to know you’re a bot?”

“Yo, chill on me.”

“Whatever, man. My back hurts.”

“What? Why?”

“From carrying you!”

“…You’re pissing me off.”

“I played four games with you and you fucked up every one. Get good, kid.”

“Say one more thing.”

“You’re dog waterrrrrr.”

The moment the mic muffled, I knew he was coming into the room to argue with me face to face. I rolled my eyes in frustration, knowing that we had just lost another game of Fortnite because of him. He had caused us to lose every single game we played, whether it was because he had wandered off on his own and gotten jumped, or missed all of his shots. He always got downed and left me to face duos on my own. I was fed up.

The door opened and he walked inside, closing it behind him.

Jackson’s a big dude. Dedicated to the gym and healthy eating habits, his lifestyle awarded him with a beautifully sculpted physique, one that I often admired, being the exact opposite of him. I’ve hardly set foot in the gym and I love my burgers with a side of fries. I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism, otherwise I know I would have weighed well over 300 pounds due to my horrible eating habits. Instead, I’m slimmer and a little top heavy, one of the things I know Jackson loves about me.

He didn’t look in love with me right now though. He crossed his big arms over his chest and glared down at me, visibly peeved off due to my comments. Being as stubborn as I am, I doubled down.

“What?” I asked, irritably.

“It’s not that serious.”

“You suck at the game.”

“You died first.”

“I was-”

“You died first.”

“Do you really think I’m the one that’s been lacking? Really?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Use your critical thinking skills and get back to me on that.”

His eyes narrowed at me. “You got one more.”

I frowned. “One more till… what?” I asked, my dismissive voice dripping with sarcasm.

He shrugged again, leaving it vague.

I rolled my eyes and waved him off. “I’m texting the group chat. I would like to win at least one tonight.”

He rolled his eyes and waited for the message. When I put my phone down, he frowned. “Did you send it?”

“Mmhhm.”

“I didn’t get anything.”

“You wouldn’t. We have a separate group chat for people who know how to play the game.”

There was a moment of silence and during, I closed my eyes, starting to feel bad. I often talk a lot of shit when I play video games and I have to remind myself that it’s truly not that serious and that maybe, I shouldn’t be talking to my boyfriend like that. I huffed and turned back to him to apologize, but I was met with eyes that were filled with mischievous energy.

“What-”

Before I could finish my question, I was being lifted out of my chair and held to his chest as he princess carried me towards the bed. Once arrived, He flipped me onto it, then the air was pushed out of my lungs when he threw himself on top of me.

“Jackson!” I yelled, pushing on his shoulders. “Fuck! You’re heavy as hell! Get off! What the hell are you- GAAAH! AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAK NONONOSTAAAAAAHAHAHAP!”

Jackson Immediately took to squeezing the top of my ribs, rotating his thumbs in the most agonizing circles I’ve ever felt. At this point, he knew exactly how to tickle me if he wanted to turn me on, and tragically, he also knew how to tickle me if he wanted to punish me. He was going for punishment today, and I immediately regretted being mean to him.

Due to the way I was positioned, my hands arms were up over his shoulders as he lay on top of me and due to his mass, I couldn’t reach around and dislodge his hands from my body. So instead, I pathetically writhed underneath him, unable to even kick my legs as he tangled his with mine.

“I warned you.” He commented simply.

Having been completely caught off guard and pissed off just a few moments ago, I was unable to hold back my reactions like I usually tried to do. I thrashed around as much as I could, which really wasn’t much.

“FUCK! JAHAHAHACKSOHON WAHAHAIT! GHHEEEAAHAHAA! STAHAHAP! NOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!”

His thumbs crept inward, towards a spot on my ribs below my breasts, a spot that he recently discovered, if played with the right way, absolutely wrecked me. Sensing him gearing up to attack it, I panicked.

I started pinching his back, hard. His chest rumbled as he chucked at my pathetic attempt to fight back. My laughter grew more desperate as he approached, just to fake me out and shoot his hands down to the crease below my hips where it bends into the tops of my thighs. He pressed his thumbs inward to rub at the tendons that make up my inner thighs on both sides, knowing how devastating that spot was for me.

I pounded my fists on his back, trying my best to to close my legs and buck him off, failing miserably. It’s only been a minute, but it felt like I was fighting for my life for hours.

“Apologize.” He demanded.

“I’M SOHOHOHOHRY!” I quickly concede, but he chuckles.

“Too easy. Tell me I’m better then you in Fortnite.”

“WHAHAHT THE FAHAHAHAK? NOHOHOHOHO!” I yell in frustration, having less than a second to be irritated all over again before his devious fingers find another sweet spot along the waistline of my shorts. I threw my head back and continued fighting, even though I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. He started pinching my sides, and my laughter died down for a few seconds before he remembered that light tickles do the job. Then, I was thrown into hysterical giggles as his blunt nails sneak underneath my shirt to scribble lightly at my twitching sides.

“Ohohoh my Gahahahd Jackson!” I giggled, arching my back and shifting from side to side as he teased me, intentionally going easy to give me the chance to breathe.

“You were being annoying and rude. You get too into that game.”

“Yeah, okahay! Juhhust stahp. You’re- AH! Dohohone!”

“I’m still sensing attitude, and you haven’t admitted I’m better than you yet.”

“Because you’re noHOHOT! JACKSON, NOOO!”

His fingers suddenly made their way up to my ribs again, where a firm yet lighter touch was required. He rotated his thumbs again into the bottom of my ribs, working his way up, knowing how much the anticipation killed me. My giggles, grew more frantic as he teased, his pinches growing firmer with each rib he climbed.

“JaCKsON!” I heaved when he rapidly pinched up and down in rapid succession. “JEHehehesus CHRIst!”

“Admit it.”

“It’s a liIHIHIHIE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He finally got to work, but instead of hitting that sweet spot on my ribs, he shoved his fingers into my armpits. My back arched and I slammed my elbows as far down as they could go, which didn’t matter since he was already in there. He pushed himself up slightly, an adjustment that forced my arms up and away from my body. Then, he used four fingers to rotate and undulate them right in the center of my underarms.

I kicked my legs out and scrunched my eyes closed, rapidly approaching my limit. I could usually handle being tickled for a long time, never really having met my true limit, but he was heavy and I was finding it hard to keep the same breath in my lungs for longer then a second. So when his fingers finally dipped into that spot on my ribs, I cracked within 5 seconds.

“YEAAHAHAHAAHAHA! SHIIIIIHIHIHIT! OHOHOHKAY! OKAYOKAY YOU’RE BEHEHETER! YOU’RE BETTAAHAHAHA!”

“I’m what?”

“JAHAHAHCKSON! I CAHAHAN’T BREATHE!”

“Then you better say it.”

I fruitlessly thrash for a second before giving up completely. In one long breath, I muster enough strength to get it out.

“YOU’REBETTERTHENMEATFORTNIHIHIHITE! PLEHEHEHEEEEHEHEHSE! I’M SAHAHAHAHRRY!”

Within that instant he was off of me. I continued to lay there, eyes closed and breathing hard in exhaustion. He laid next to me and placed his hand on my stomach, lovingly rubbing it in non ticklish circles. The touch caused me to flinch and he snickered, wrapping his arms around me and dragging me in for cuddles.

“Thah- That was fucked up.” I chided, but slowly cuddled up to him anyway.

“You liked it.” He said, chuckling when I lightly tapped his chest with the back of my hand.

“Shut up.” I mumbled, having never been so flustered in my life.

Knowing that I should issue a sober aplogy, I swallowed. “I really am sorry though. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I'll be better.”

Jackson kissed my forehead and lightly massaged my back, exactly how I liked it. I let out a content sigh.

His arm wrapped around me, and I felt a sense of calm and security as I lay my head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat against my neck. I closed my eyes, my exhaustion allowing me to drift off into a deep and restful sleep.

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