#like yeah he cares in a certain way because he put the world to order or whatever

[tiredangellydia]

Huey is giving apathetic asshole who's got bored of life and everyone has to suffer for it, it's not intentional and that's probally what makes it worse??? He does not care and everyone is suffering the consequences because of it even after he's long gone.

#like yeah he cares in a certain way because he put the world to order or whatever #but at the same time everything is going to shit and people are traumatized because of him #he's so powerful and smart but does not care about the other clan member enough to give them directions about anything #hes all vague and for what??? urghhh i want to put him on a jar and shake it #everytime he appears on screen you just get pissed of what is his damn problem #nu carnival #nu carnival huey #i am very normal about this man and the influence he has on the world even after hes long gone🙃

[finalgirleddiemunson]

Home is Wherever I’m With You (Steve Harrington x Reader)

summary: a collection of scenes from moving in with Steve. (wc 2.6k)

warnings: kissing, cursing, domestic steve, found family, you know the vibes. let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: I’m thinking of making this a multi-part series, one where you could just read any part you wanted out of order, but that all fit in with this reader and Steve. let me know if that’s something y’all are into or not :)

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In typical Steve fashion, the question of, “Do you want to move in together?” is simultaneously the easiest question in the world to answer and an earth-shattering declaration. 

“So I was thinking…” Steve starts. He’s laying across your bed, arms hugging one of your pillows close as he watches you put away laundry. Sort, fold, put away, repeat. 

“Dangerous,” You hum.

“Not nice,” he quips without hesitation, used to you.

You giggle then prompt, “You were thinking…?”

“Well your lease is running out here soon…” He’s got this lilt to his voice, the kind that he puts on when he’s trying to seem nonchalant. He’s never been very good at hiding his real feelings though, not to you. “And those apartments on the other side of town just opened up. You know I’ve been trying to get out of my parent’s place for, like, ever, so I’ve been saving up. And now I’m sitting here watching you fold laundry and all I can think about is how I want to fold laundry and make up a bed and pick out dishes with you. I don’t know, that sounds stupid out loud, I guess it was just a thought I had. You can think on it or tell me to shut up about it or-”

“Steve,” you interrupt, not unkindly. “Are you asking if I want to move in together?”

“Well-” He makes an odd gesture with his hands. Drops them back down to his lap and shrugs his shoulders while looking for the right thing to say. He settles on, “Yeah. Is that…something you would want?”

You can’t hide your smile from him as you crawl across your bed until your faces are level to each other. You kiss him, a bright and quick kiss that makes his eyes soften, losing some of the nervous tension in his shoulders. “Yeah. That’s something that I would want.”

His answering smile is bright enough to fill the room. 

—

The easiest part of the process is getting the apartment. 

A leasing agent shows you around a staged space. You and Steve hold hands through the whole tour, even while he does things like open cabinets and check the faucets because he wisely informed you, “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you tour a new place, babe.”

“How would you know?” You’d responded with a giggle, but shut up when the leasing agent appeared to talk to you about the spacious kitchen with new appliances. 

It’s not actually very spacious and you’re positive the appliances aren’t new, but Steve’s thumb runs across the back of your hand and you wouldn’t care if it was the worst apartment in the world, so long as he was the one you’re sharing it with. 

—

A few days later, you’re signing papers- the trailing cursive of your signature touching Steve’s as you sign a lease together. 

“Okay, and this page is about the no pet policy. So, I guess Dustin can’t come over-” Steve snickers when you hit him. Steve signs at the bottom of the sheet, long fingers flipping to the next one in the stack of papers you both have to go through. 

Despite how certain you feel in your decision, you can’t help the galloping beat of your heart.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice is quiet, a soothing balm on your anxiousness, “We don’t have to do this. You can back out now, no hurt feelings. It won’t change anything.” 

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, just holding there. A reassuring weight that conveys how genuine he is, how patient he is with you while he waits for your response. 

Your fingers find the bottom of his polo, thumb dragging across the stitching so you don’t have to look in his eyes. See the wide, unconditionally caring expression in his eyes that is undoubtedly mirrored in your own. 

It won’t change anything- meaning he wouldn’t hold it against you. He would drop the whole thing now, even when you’re so close to this new future with the two of you. Your Steve, always looking out for you, whatever you need. 

But you don’t need reassurances on this. 

“You just want the closet to yourself, you can’t fool me.” You sign the final page and push the paper across to Steve. You dare a look up at his face. 

He’s smiling- just a small upturn that he’s trying to hide. He shrugs, “It is a nice closet.”

—

Then there’s the moments in between. In the time before your old lease runs out and your new one with Steve begins, you both start to accumulate little things that belong to the two of you. 

Date nights are now spent at thrift stores, lovingly picking out mismatched plates that somehow work together. They’re what you can afford, and they’re not perfect, but you love them all the same for the simple fact that they belong to the both of you. 

Despite it being only the two of you living in the new place, Steve insists on picking out seven extra plates. And when he finds a mug with the Ghostbusters logo on it, collecting dust pushed back on the thrift store shelf, he handles it with care as he puts it in your cart. You pretend you don’t know why, but file it away to tease him about later. 

A few days later, Steve shows up at your apartment door, hauling a box full of things that clink together when he sets it on your counter. 

“Cups! And they’ve got cool designs on them.” He looks so proud as he unwraps the tissue paper from around a glass to show you. True to his words, etched into the glass are pictures of fruits, wrapped around the middle.  

“Where did you get them?” You examine the designs as he pulls out a set of wine glasses to show you.

“Dustin’s mom was clearing out her cabinets to get new stuff, she asked if I wanted them.”

“Dustin’s mom is offering you glasses now?” You bump your hip against his.

“Yeah, well,” He looks slightly sheepish, “When I went to pick Dustin up the other day she came out and started telling me this big story about how she heard we’re moving in together and she remembered the days when she first moved out of her parents’ house and not having anything and handed me this box.” He gestures to the cardboard like it’s a treasure chest. You suppose, to the two of you, it might as well be. 

A different part of the story sticks out to you. “You told Dustin we’re moving in together?” You step in close, arms wrapping around his waist as you peer up at him. 

“I think a shorter list would be who I haven’t told we’re moving in together.” He reciprocates your hug, wrapping his arms around you tight, and he doesn’t have the decency to look embarrassed. 

You giggle, press a kiss to his jaw. “I’m really excited to live with you, Steve Harrington.”

“You’re okay too, I guess.”

You feel his smile when he kisses the top of your head. 

—

The most difficult part of the process is the actual move-in. 

While you count your lucky stars that there’s no rain in the forecast, the sun beating down on the two of you is draining you quickly.  The heat makes your shirt stick uncomfortably to your back, and your stop every so often to wipe perspiration from your brow. 

You’ve hauled more boxes into the space of your new apartment than you care to count, Steve and you passing each other as you both go back and forth from your car and his to collect more things. 

There’s a recliner that you acquired from your parent’s storage shoved into the back of your car, and you’re not sure if you can muster up the strength to get it into the apartment. 

“Steve, let’s just live out here,” you call, leaning miserably against the side of his car. 

He looks equally as tired as he deposits the box he was carrying on the ground in favor of leaning next to you. 

He considers your proposal for a moment. “There’s no walk-in closet out here,” he eventually sighs.

“The world is our walk-in closet.” Your head thunks against the metal of the car as you wither a little more. 

“Oh right, obviously.” He rubs your shoulders soothingly, fingers scratching against the material of your shirt.

The jingle of a bike bell and the crescendoing sound of arguing voices catches your attention, spine straightening as you look towards the road leading to your apartment complex. 

“What the hell?” Steve sounds properly mystified as he spies the source of the noise. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your favorite rag-tag group of high-schoolers coasting down the hill and screeching into the parking lot, pulling their bikes into a space a few spots down from you and Steve.

“I told you taking Ellington Road would have been faster,” Lucas grumbles as he kicks the stand on his bike. Max kicks her skateboard up so she can grab it, appearing to have been riding along on her board while Lucas pulled her with a rope tied to the back of his bike. 

“Well we’re here now aren’t we?” Dustin throws his arms up.

“Yeah, but if we took Ellington we could have been here five minutes ago,” Mike points out, not bothering with the kickstand as he lets his bike fall. 

“Oh my god, shut up about Ellington or not Ellington,” Max sighs as she ties her hair back. 

“Henderson!” Steve calls, arms up in exasperation. For a moment, he and Dustin are mirroring each other, and you chuckle at the picture. All of their heads snap towards you, as though just now noticing you and Steve. “Guys, I told you I can’t give any rides today, we’ve got a lot of moving to do.” Steve’s hands go to his hips as he jerks his head to the boxes spilling out of the back of his car. 

“That’s why we’re here!” Dustin’s grin takes over his face. Mike looks a special kind of miserable as he squints from the sun, dark hair even messier than usual from riding his bike. 

Steve’s brow furrows, confusion across his face. Lucas elaborates, “Yeah, we’re here to help you move stuff.”

“And to see the new place. They’re already planning on how to get you and Steve to let them crash here whenever they want.” Max smarts as she struts over. She reaches to the Walkman on her hip and she pops out the tape in it, passing it to you. “I liked it,” she says simply, giving you the tape you had let her borrow a few weeks ago. From Max, those three words are a glowing, five-star review and you preen just a bit. 

“We are not scouting a new hang out spot. We’ve got Mike’s house for that.” Dustin good-naturedly slaps Mike’s shoulder. Mike rolls his eyes and hits him back. 

“I don’t know, you could probably fit at least six sleeping bags in the living room. Maybe more.” You say casually.

Dustin stops. “Are you shitting me?”

You shake your head, trying to disguise your smile, “I’m not shitting you.”

“Well before we do sleeping bag configuration, we have to get all this inside.” Steve cocks a hip, pointing a finger at the group. You’re gaining a much clearer understanding of why he begrudgingly calls himself their babysitter. “So if you shitheads aren’t kidding, grab a box.”

“Aye, aye,” Dustin gives a little salute that Lucas joins in on. The group disperses, Lucas and Max grabbing totes from Steve’s car while Dustin and Mike attempt to brave the recliner in yours. 

“Jesus, guys, you’re going to break your backs that way- hold on,” Steve rushes over to Dustin and Mike, already swooping in to help them when they struggle lifting the chair. 

Watching them bicker playfully with each other about the best way to get the furniture into the apartment has your chest filling with an aching fondness. 

But you have no time to linger in the feeling as Lucas calls out over his shoulder, “Should we take these straight to the kitchen?” and then you’re hurrying inside to show him where to drop the boxes. 

—

With the help of your impromptu moving crew, the rest of your and Steve’s things take no time at all. But all of the lifting and moving is still exhausting, which is how all of you end up sprawled across the floor of the living room. You try to cool off in the air circulating from the ceiling fan. 

“Yeah, I bet we could totally fit more than six sleeping bags in here,” Dustin muses. 

Mike shakes his head. “You’re not accounting for when they get a couch. That could be, like, two sleeping bag spaces gone.”

“Yeah, but then two people could sleep on the couch, you know? No real estate lost,” Lucas points out. The others consider this, eyes focused up on the ceiling, before nodding in agreement. 

“Are you guys paying rent now too?” Steve groans, throwing his forearm over his eyes. You roll over a little so he’s within arms length and pat his chest placatingly. 

“I’m starving, what do you guys have to eat here?” Dustin lazily pushes on your ankle, the only part of you he can reach from where he’s laying. 

You take in the boxes scattered around you and laugh loudly, “Absolutely nothing.” Steve giggles with you. 

—

You end up finding two boxes of mac and cheese and a half-eaten bag of candy, squashed in the bottom of a box labeled Kitchen in Steve’s handwriting. 

“Only the essentials, right?” You tease, shaking the bag of candy.

“That’s our saving grace right now, I don’t want to hear any backtalk about it.” Steve snaps a dish towel at you as he pulls it from a box and you laugh in delight. 

You rummage until you find a pot to cook in, and Steve digs around for bowls and silverware.

Eventually you present your findings to your little house of workers and they let out cheers not befitting of the actual meal you’re giving them.

“A feast for kings,” Dustin praises as he takes a bowl from you. You ruffle his hair in response. 

Your scattered belongings get pushed to the edges of the room to make space for everyone. You sit together, making a circle on the floor, and eat your first dinner- scavenged as it may be- in a place that belongs to you and Steve. 

You’re listening to the kids argue over something they won’t remember ten minutes from now. You soak up the sounds of having your little family all gathered here, the crinkling of candy wrappers and the quiet scrapes of forks against bowls and the ebbs and flows of their conversation. The apartment is earning the name home. 

From where you both sit cross-legged on the floor, Steve bumps his knee against yours. “First meal in our home,” he says, pushing a spoonful of mac and cheese around in his bowl. He grins like it’s a secret. Our home rattles around in your chest, then grows roots and decides to plant itself there.

You kiss his cheek chastely and clink your bowl against his. “Not too shabby for some broke kids.”

“Not too shabby at all,” he agrees. His free hand guides your chin up so he can kiss you properly, a slow drag of his mouth against yours. It’s a lazy, soft thing that promises a million more to come so long as he gets to keep kissing you for right now.

He tastes like home. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #the final girl writes #steve harrington i want to give you the world

[jordanli-dribbles]

Made of Glass

Jordan Li x Fem!Reader | 2.6k words

Prompt #3: You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. Synopsis: They are a supe, you are merely human.

Saw this prompt list and felt a new wave of inspiration. This also got way longer than I intended.

You and Jordan are from entirely different worlds. They are a supe, ranked number two and you are merely a normal human. Currently, a barista working at Jitter Bean on the GodU campus. As you pull shots of espresso and froth milk, you're also juggling your studies at the local normal university. Your days are filled with textbooks and coffee beans, study groups and latte art. This is your world, your routine, and you wouldn't trade it for anything else. You've come to love your life and routine, especially after meeting Jordan.

When you first started dating, you noticed a certain hesitation in their behavior. It seemed as if they were always holding back, afraid of causing you harm. They were exceedingly gentle with you, treating you with a delicacy as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at the slightest mishandling. Their actions and touch were calculated and cautious, reflecting their love for you. Yet, it pained you to see how much thought and effort they put into the smallest things in order to keep you safe.

Every action they took seems to be for your protection. They open doors for you, not merely out of courtesy, but out of a deep-seated need to shield you from the world. They open jars for you, seeing an unnecessary risk in a simple task. They prevent you from doing anything they deem dangerous, their definition of 'danger' being far broader than yours. You weren’t the only human on campus but the few incidence with supe and human have left a sour taste for Jordan. Their overprotectiveness only growing.

If someone hugged you a bit too tightly, they immediately step in, serving as your personal protector, reprimanding the 'offender' for their thoughtlessness. If someone sneezes, they ensure the person stays a safe distance away, as if a mere sneeze could shatter you.

While you love them, their constant vigilance can feel like a cage. Their kindness, while well-intended, begins to blanket you, smothering your independence and creating a sense of claustrophobia. But you see the love in their eyes, a love that is as deep as the ocean, as vast as the sky. It's a love that is genuine and caring, a love that sees you as the most precious thing in the world. Every time they look at you, their eyes hold a promise to protect you, to cherish you.

So, you tolerate their overprotectiveness. You understand where it's coming from. You see the fear ingrained in their actions, the fear of losing you. And maybe, just maybe, you can help them see that you're stronger than they think.

It was just like any other day. You were sitting by the Polarity’s statue waiting for Jordan to finish their office hours scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Suddenly, you saw Andre zoom past you on a flashy new electric scooter at a speed that was definitely unsafe.

"Dude, is that new?" You couldn't help but call out, your smile wide and your curiosity piqued as the scooter gleaming under the sun. Hearing your shout, he quickly turned back around, heading towards where you were now standing. The scooter stopping with a dramatic screech that stirred up dust around your feet.

"Yeah, you like it? It's a new toy from dad," Andre replied, his voice full of pride. He dismounted with a youthful spring in his step, leaving the scooter to stand on its own. It hummed softly, like a futuristic machine out of a sci-fi movie, this wasn’t a standard electric scooter. You found yourself drawn to it, your eyes scanning over its sleek design, the fancy built-in gadgets, and the vibrant neon color that seemed to pulsate with life.

Wandering closer, you circled the scooter, your fingertips hovering just above the surface as if afraid to touch. You were intrigued, the childlike wonder in your eyes evident.

Seeing your interest, Andre offered, "Wanna give it a try?" His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of excitement. You looked up at him, a hint of apprehension flickering in your eyes as you glanced from side to side. It was as if you were considering the potential risks and the thrill of the unknown simultaneously.

Andre noticed your hesitation and, with a teasing grin, he nudged you gently. "Oh come on! Live a little. It’s easy, I'll show you how." His words were a challenge, an invitation to step out of your bubble and embrace the adventure.

After reviewing the basics, Andre tilted the scooter towards you, encouraging you to ride. With a big smile, you stepped onto the scooter and took off. Feeling free, you zoomed past dozens of people, the wind blowing on your face, the thrill coursing through your veins. You laughed, feeling giddy like a child with a new toy. The feeling was exhilarating, it felt like what you imagine flying would be like.

You were so engross in the feeling that you didn't notice the curb and both you and the scooter went flying over the hedges. After tumbling and having the wind knocked out of your lungs, the world spun. Your ears were ringing, and you tasted the metallic tang of blood from your split lip. Despite your body aching, you didn't care, you had never felt so free before.

"Oh shit, are you okay?!" A panicked voice rang out. Looking up, you saw Andre. His eyes were wide, his expression frozen in shock as he stared down at you with concern. Yet all you could do was laugh, lying flat on your back on the grass. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, his expression softening at the sound of your mirth. The two of you were laughing like idiots, as if you hadn’t just been thrown across the campus.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your laughter. "What the fuck happen?" Jordan demanded, concern etching their voice as they ran towards you. Their eyes darted over your form, quickly assessing the situation and the extent of your injuries.

"Oh, hey baby!" you greeted them cheerfully, managing to sit up on the grass. Your voice held a tone of delight despite the circumstances. "Andre was just teaching me how to use his new scooter, but the asshole forgot to show me how to brake," you explained, playfully squinting your eyes at Andre in mock anger.

Andre, seemingly unfazed by your comment, flashed you a wide grin. “In my defense I thought that was pretty intuitive!” he declared, shaking his head in a gentle, almost playful manner.

"Apparently not, jerk!" you fired back quickly, laughing at your own clumsiness. You struggled to stand upright, wincing slightly as you felt the fresh bruises forming on your skin. Jordan, immediately reached out to lend a hand. Their touch was gentle, and you appreciated their concern, even though you knew it was fueled by their instinct to protect you, anger and worriedness evident in their eyes.

With Jordan's help, you managed to get on your feet. You took a moment to dust yourself off, brushing away the grass and dirt that clung to your outfit. It was a futile attempt, considering how much you had tumbled, but it made you feel somewhat better. You licked your bottom lip, wiping away the blood from the split, wincing a slight from the pain.

Jordan stood by your side, examining the extent of your injuries until your eyes met with Andre's. There was a brief silence. A small smile tugged at your lips until you both burst into laughter, the sound echoing around you.

“You think this is fucking funny!” Jordan yells shifting, stepping towards Andre clearly pissed off that he was the reason you had gotten hurt. Their voice was harsh, the anger radiating from their body. Andre froze, and took an instinctive step back holding their hands up in front of him, attempting to keep things calm.

“Chill man, it was all in good fun. No harm, no foul.” he replied, taking another step to pick up his scooter off the ground, ignoring Jordan’s angry glare.

“No harm?! She’s fucking bleeding asshole!” Jordan yelled taking another step closer to him. They were beyond mad, you could feel the anger emanating from their body. Seeing the situation escalating, you gently grasped Jordan's arm and tugged, attempting to draw their attention away from Andre.

"Hey, babe," you murmured softly, your tone light and gentle. "I'm okay, I promise. It's just some little scratches and bruises, nothing major." you finished, taking a quick glance down at your injuries.

Jordan didn't respond. Instead, their eyes narrowed, the muscles in their jaw tensing as their teeth ground together. Their expression was cold, dark and their posture rigid, the tension palpable in the air. And Andre did not back down, his own stare turning into a glare.

You tightened your grip on Jordan’s arm, tugging them towards you. You really didn’t want this to escalate into something else. You stepped in front of Jordan, grabbing their chin to turn their gaze down towards you. "I'm okay Jordan," you repeated, emphasizing each word.

Finally, their expression softened as their eyes met yours. There was a mixture of emotions in their eyes. Fear, worry, anger, concern. However, their anger swiftly dissipated when they saw your split lip, their concern for you taking over.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," they finally said, their voice quiet as their hand came down to the small of your back. They began leading you away, but not before shooting Andre a final glare. You gave him an apologetic smile before turning around and allowing Jordan to guide you. They led you back to their dorm, their arm still wrapped around you as they guided you. The entire walk was filled with silence, Jordan's body still tense and rigid, the tension still thick in the air.

Now you sat on the bathroom counter as Jordan cleaned your face with a warm towel. They were avoiding your gaze, their expression hard, their brows furrowed and their lips set in a tight line. The air was heavy, the atmosphere suffocating. You hated the awkwardness, and the fact that they were so upset over something that seemed so minuscule to you.

You sighed and grabbed their wrist, stopping their motions, their eyes finally meeting yours. "Are we just not going to talk about it?" you asked, your tone laced with frustration. They let out a sigh and dropped their gaze, placing the warm towel back on your face, focusing on cleaning your wounds instead.

"Jordan," you pressed, placing your hand on their chest. They looked down at you, their expression conflicted, their gaze a mixture of emotions.

"You could've gotten seriously hurt," they whispered softly. You took a deep sigh, closing your eyes before looking at them. You had been dreading this conversation, but now was a good time of any. You desperately needed to get it off your chest, before you truly suffocated.

“Jordan,” you start softly again, making sure they are looking at you before you continue. “I love you more than words can express, but sometimes you treat me like I am made out of glass. Like any sudden movement might cause me break. You think I’m weak because I’m not like you. But baby, I am human. We get hurt, we bruise, we bleed, and we get back up. Please trust me. Trust that I can take care of myself. That I won't fall apart."

You watched their face fall as you spoke, a mix of hurt and fear clouding their expression. "I know you can take care of myself," they whispered, their tone low, barely audible. "But what if one day you can't? What if one day I'm not around, and you end up hurt or worse?" they continued, their voice cracking, their eyes beginning to glisten. You sighed, and gently place your hand on their cheek, their eyes meeting yours.

"You can't keep me in a bubble, Jordan," you say gently. After a pause, you continue, "I don't need you to protect me from getting hurt. I need you to be there to help me get back up. To support me when I take risks, even if I might fail. I'm not a fragile doll that's going to shatter with a simple breeze. I'm not a damsel who needs constant saving. What I need is for you to believe in me, to trust me to know my own limitations.”

They were silent, their expression conflicted, their emotions heighten. After a long pause, they finally responded, their voice cracking. "I'm scared," they whispered, the admission almost inaudible. They leaned into your touch, their eyes closing, their expression vulnerable.

"I'm scared that I'll lose you. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and you'll be gone, and it'll be all my fault because I wasn’t there to protect you," they continued, their voice trembling. "I can't lose you."

You felt a pang of guilt for not considering how difficult this must be for them too. This was all new, and their protective instincts were only amplified by the newness. You drew them close, your arms encircling their neck, holding them against you. "You're not going to lose me, Jordan. I'm right here baby, just a little bruised," you tried joked, with a small smile, while tracing gentle pattens behind their neck.

You heard their breathing slow down, and their body relaxed. Their arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly, and they rested their head on your shoulder. You both stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms, in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," they mumbled into your shoulder, their voice barely audible. You shook your head slowly and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of their head, squeezing their shoulders gently.

"I know, baby" you said softly, rubbing their back in soothing circles, "And I love how you take care of me, but I just need you to ease up a little."

Their grip on your waist tightened, their arms wrapping tighter around you. "Okay," they replied, their voice a soft whisper. As they pull back, their gaze was tender, their eyes soft. You couldn't help but smile and press a soft kiss to their lips, the gesture a reassurance that everything was okay. They look at you for a moment before speaking, their voice soft and laced with sincerity. "I promise I'll try my best to be less overprotective." They said their thumb softly brushing over your bruise lip.

"Good, because I really want to use that scooter again," you said with a playful grin. They let out a light chuckle the stress melting away from their body, slowly rolling their eyes at your comment. A gentle smile spreading across their lips as they leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"We'll see about that," they replied. You couldn't help but laugh, at least they were trying. You knew it would take time, their overprotectiveness would not disappear overnight, but at least they were willing to try. And despite their overprotectiveness, they always made you feel safe, secure and most of all, loved. For in love, as in life, sometimes it's the cracks on your skin that allow the light to shine through.

Author's Note Last line inspired by the song Anthem by Leonard Cohen. Plot loosely inspired by a friend who shattered her wrist and dislocated her shoulder while we were riding Bird scooters around Santa Monica at three in the morning a few years back.

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #gen v x reader #gen v fanfiction #jordan li x you

[ghouljams]

Doitdoitsoitdoitdoit especially if we're talking a trauma heeling fic the way you know him has me addicted. Nature him in the nastiest of ways. For the good of us all.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, yeah I know him.

I think being in the 141 as an omega is a new thing for him, he's always been in the military while he was flipped alpha(which is important to remember for later) so he's never had to deal with omega shit while deployed. Officially he's designated as an alpha, he's an omega that flies under the radar because as far as society is modernized people always hold onto old notions about the way endotypes look/act. Ghost doesn't look like an omega, and he's not one to let anyone close enough to smell that he's an omega. I think a lot of his hormone issues are related to stress directly, his body flipping to something reactive(alpha) when put under duress. The 141 is an incredibly stable pack and environment under Price, less stress means no flip-flopping. So the 141 is the longest he's ever gone with what I(and Ghost lowkey) would consider his true endotype: omega.

It's hell when his first "military" heat hits. He's belligerent and itching for a fight, everyone looks at him wrong, he has no nesting materials, he ends up shoved in a corner of Price's office shaking from stress because he just can't deal with it all. He needs somewhere small and safe. Price is safe, Ghost can fit that into his world when the heat hormones take over, Price is the head of their little pack, Price is safe.

Price is also fuming mad, not at Ghost, but at whatever Muppet took down his endotype wrong. There are allowances made for omegas, time off for heats, extra bedding, suppressants if they want them. Soap wanders into the office and nearly has a panic attack himself because his instincts are screaming that someone in his pack is in trouble and he isn't helping them. Ghost punches him in the mouth for attempting to corral him to the barracks when it's safe in Price's office. Gaz gets called in to take him to medical and shoots Price a look that says they'll talk about this later.

This is where I start to diverge from established omegaverse Canon and say I don't think that Ghost as an omega is interested in receiving penetrative sex. He's an incredibly dominant omega in that sense, but also not? I am cooking a little alpha!reader/omega!Ghost fic in my brain rn(Goose fic u already know). I think it's a need for control on Ghost's part, lingering alpha instincts to micromanage things, a need to know exactly what is happening even through his heat. He doesn't like being touched on a good day, why would he like it when he's at his worst?

I also think that among the various tortures the Roba would have put Ghost through humiliation would have been a big one. Tearing him down so Roba can build him back and brainwash him. What's more humiliating to an alpha than being penetrated? Especially when Ghost already has the stress of his father's prejudice in his head, the experience would have been that much worse. Yeah I don't think he wants to get fucked, even in his heats. Which is fine, he doesn't need to in order to satisfy the itch under his skin there's plenty of other ways to get the energy out. (I don't think SA is mentioned in the comics explicitly, but also if you're going to hang someone by their ribs why would you draw the line at rape? I think Ghost was tortured every way Roba could think of)

My ideas for omegaverse don't have alphas wanting to jump every omega in heat, they do want to jump their partners to a certain extent, but I think for most of them it's just a very strong desire to take care of the omega. Like if you saw someone having a panic attack in the grocery store, you'd probably want to help them and be a little anxious yourself. It's like that but cranked up to 11. Price and Soap get all out of sorts about Ghost being a freak because he will not let them fulfill their instinct to get him blankets and food. Gaz just gets what's needed without asking lol he's not fighting with Ghost on this and someone has to keep this place running.

After that first heat though I think the 141 sort of... quietly acknowledges that Ghost is an omega. Gaz and Soap slink to him with their problems and somehow they feel better when he bluntly tells them what to do about whatever emotional bullshit they're dealing with. Price brings Ghost in on more meetings with recruits because somehow having both of them in the room puts people more at ease than one or the other. Soap naps on Ghost on the couch. Gaz passed off a tee-shirt for Ghost to add to the nest he's growing in his room. No one says anything but it's there. He's given the room to be himself without judgement of prejudice and I think he takes to it like a fish to water.

Ghost to me very much embodies a slow healing process. His room at the barracks goes from spartan essentials to warm and well nested, he gets more comfortable with managing the pack, falls asleep on Price at one point and Price just lights up(happy omega, feels safe enough to be vulnerable around him, he's taking care of things right, good job, good boy Price).

I do think this au works best within the cowboy or fae universe, so I'll say that I think Ghost is on his starting to get a handle on being an omega when he retires and moves to the farm, but he has a minor panic about potentially flipping again. He hasn't had a type change in years, but he never knows. (he doesn't flip, but he worries about it for months after he moves to the farm)

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #a/b/o #tw torture #tw rape #mentions of it at least #I won't be writing any noncon for this au since I don't see a reason for it #at least in my version of omegaverse #wow this got long and I wrote most of it at 2 am #so let me know if it's completely unintelligible

[xoxoladyaz]

Listen, I've devoured all of the Dom Eddie/Sub Steve fics I've been able to find, and I do it happily. However, I'd personally love to see more Dom Steve and Sub Eddie.

Because Eddie might be a showman, he might like having everyone's eyes on him, he might like being in control of the games he DMs, but deep, deep down he's still the scared little boy that first ended up at Wayne's trailer. The little boy who heard everyone around him call him a "freak" and a whole host of other terrible things. And don't get him wrong, he loves all of his quirks that make him stand out from the crowd, but there's still a deep hurt within. A hurt that says he's too much, that he's always going to be too much, that everyone will only ever see the show he puts on and not the Eddie that he is, deep down.

Enter Steve Harrington, the once-jock-Prom-King-turned-blue-collar-working-single-mother. Steve Harrington, who has a whole lot of love to give to everyone around him. Steve Harrington, who looks at Eddie, sees the Dungeon Master/leading man that everyone else does, and is able to look right past it. A Steve Harrington who brings extra water to game nights, because Eddie's throat always gets sore and he always forgets to pack enough water. A Steve Harrington who always makes sure to order Eddie's favorite pizza, even when the rest of the kids whine and complain about having to pick pineapple off of their slices. A Steve Harrington who wraps Eddie up like a burrito in his coziest blanket when they watch scary movies, and who runs his fingers through Eddie's hair when Eddie starts to get too stressed.

When they finally get together - once Steve is sure that Eddie is, in fact, like him in his preferences - Steve pulls out all the stops. Dates out and dates in. Flowers every time he picks him up. Chocolate and other candies when Eddie's having a bad day. Stopping by the mechanic's shop with a homemade lunch just because he had the time and he missed Eddie's face.

And when they make it to the bedroom, Eddie's pretty certain that he knows what he wants; to be the one in charge, to put on a show.

But then Steve takes Eddie's shirt off of him and kisses his shoulders and calls him pretty and Eddie? Eddie just melts.

Because he's not the Freak here. He's never been The Freak, not to Steve. To Steve, he's the smartest, funniest, sexiest, prettiest, just all around best boy in the entire world. And it just feels right to sink into Steve's love; to let Steve press kisses all over his scarred body, to relish in the way his hands run all over Eddie's skin, to whimper in response to the constant stream of praise rushing forth from Steve's lips - so sweet, so beautiful, so perfect Eddie, my Eddie, my baby, my sweet boy, my darling precious boy -

His orgasm hits him like a freight train, and the feeling of Steve's release on his thighs shortly after feels like benediction.

And Steve? Steve is giddy. Steve is drunk with happiness because Eddie isn't like Nancy Wheeler. Eddie never says enough. Eddie basks in all of Steve's love and asks for more, every single time. And Steve would be Vecna's second-in-command before he'd ever stop giving it to him.

So, yeah. Eddie's maybe a submissive. But it never feels scary, because all he has to do is look at Steve and he sees the way Steve looks back, so open and warm and happy and loving and Eddie knows he can trust him to be the soft, squishy version of himself that's buried underneath all the layers. He can trust Steve with everything - with his submission, with his heart, with himself. And he can't wait to spend the rest of his days taking care of Steve too.

(And while he may be Steve's good boy most of the time, he likes to be a bit of a brat once in a while because hey, he's also a bit of a showman at heart.

Good boy or brat, Steve wouldn't have him any other way.)

#shit I'm going to have to write this don't i #ugh the fanfic goblins in my brain are working overtime right now #also can see a totally chaotic modern au with oblivious sugar baby eddie and down-bad ceo steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie headcanon #dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson #smut ahoy #stranger things

[animanga-bonanza]

i have so many feelings and thoughts about this latest episode of x men 97 -- spoilers under the cut

first, my favorite highlights/takeaways:

As usual, the dialogue is S-tier and this show is really good about putting the characters through dilemmas that have real stakes, and having the characters navigate those dilemmas in ways that both make sense for them and require them to move forward

Xavier is a confirmed bottom 😂 my man was ready to be a PET for this glamorous space lady

Loved that moment where Xavier literally takes the Shi’ar to class and starts SCHOOLING them 😂 he said “hold up I’m a teacher. lemme teach y’all something right now” 👨‍🏫

When talking about what he wanted to remember from Earth, he only mentioned Magneto, his “old friend” (YOU MEAN YOUR EX. YOUR SOULMATE. THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. C’MON CHARLES)

Speaking of Xavier x Magneto, when he finds out what happened to Magnus…😭 it was already heartbreaking seeing his reaction to Gambit's death

I’m certain the Shi’ar stuff is going to be the main conflict in Season Two or Three; Season One is gonna be focused on X-Men vs Sinister. Having this warmongering galactic empire on the brink of a coup that believes Earth is a “ghetto”, it’s not gonna turn out well for Earth.

I’m glad this episode confirmed that Sinister is behind the Genosha attack (though idk he might be working for someone else); writers sometimes keep their cards too close to their chest because they’re afraid that if they reveal their hand too soon, the audience will lose interest. But in my experience, it’s often more fun when the writers show you their hand and then use their cards to build a magnificent tower. Knowing who all the players are, their goals and motivations, and watching them duke it out is the stuff that drama is made of. It’s kind of like the Hitchcock principle of showing your audience the bomb under the table in order to raise suspense.

I’m REALLY happy that Storm is back, I missed her so much these past couple episodes! Aaah I’m a sucker for characters with weather powers, and hearing about the stuff Storm can do in the comics, I’m looking forward to seeing her use her abilities in a range of creative ways

Now for some analysis/ramblings!!

Storm and Xavier’s struggles mirror each other. Both characters are having to choose between comfort/happiness and duty/hardship.

Storm believes she’d be happier as a normal human. She could leave all her past troubles behind, build a new life with Forge. But that would be a betrayal of herself, her values, and her community. The Adversary’s line about Storm being afraid of living more than dying cuts deep. Storm was never afraid to put her life on the line to protect others. She literally took a bullet for Magneto. Her biggest fear is living her full truth, perhaps because her power is so great that it might alienate her from other people, even from her fellow mutants. As Magneto said (and I paraphrase), she is the closest thing to a goddess their world has ever seen.

And IIRC, part of Storm’s backstory involved her being worshiped/revered as a goddess or holy priestess. I think this past experience made Storm wary of embracing her full power because that kind of existence is lonely.

Honestly, as a black woman, Storm’s journey resonates so much. In real life, black women are often expected to be superhuman, the “strong black woman” who can shoulder her own burdens and everyone else’s. Storm suppressing her own powers for fear of being put on a pedestal as this flawless “queen” or “goddess” who can reliably solve everyone else’s problems? Yeah. That’s some real stuff. Storm, like everyone else, deserves to be vulnerable. To be protected and cared for instead of having to always protect and care for others.

But the expectation to be "strong" is something that Storm seems to have internalized; she didn't have to leave the X-Men when she lost her powers, but she left in part because she felt like she had to deal with her grief alone. And I hope that, even though she’s coming back to the X-Men with her powers fully realized, she’s able to rely on her friends for comfort. I also love that this series emphasizes her friendship with Jean, and I hope to see more of their dynamic going forward.

As for Xavier, he’s having to choose between life on his home planet, where he’s surrounded by family but having to deal with their “drama” plus the persecution of his community, and life among the stars, away from the troubles of Earth but still not accepted as a full person. Either way, he has to play the role of the teacher, the wise mentor who must guide others to the path of enlightened coexistence. It’s a tough burden to bear.

I’m not disabled, but it seems to me that the way Xavier is burdened with the responsibility of having to be a “role model” for others mirrors the way that society treats disabled people in real life. Again, I’m definitely out of my depth here and would love to hear disabled people’s thoughts on the matter, but it’s my understanding that society tends to dehumanize disabled people as either pitiable/contemptible burdens or admirable/brave warriors who can “rise above” their condition. Some of that seems to be baked into certain aspects of how Xavier was conceived as a character and the way he’s often framed by the narrative, but it looks like X Men 97 is aware of this and attempting to interrogate it a little.

Anyway, this episode was really great, a nice breather after the devastation of last week’s episode while still thematically rich and moving the story forward.

#x men 97 spoilers #x men storm #charles xavier #x men 97 meta

[cosmicjoke]

levi is like pain is the best discipline

yet when in marley people wanted to hurt a kid because he stole from them levi jumped right in and didnt let them

i think he is mostly just talking abt this

yeah he sometimes used violence but he never enjoyed it and i think he was using it less as time went on

Well, yeah, exactly, because the thing is, Levi ISN'T a child abuser.

I've had people try to tell me that he is because of the handful of times he hits Eren, and the one time he hits Jean, completely ignoring the context of those moments, and also the fact that, by the standards of the time they were living in, Eren and Jean weren't considered children, and were also well-trained soldiers in a military unit. One which was directly under Levi's command. Physical discipline of soldiers is hardly unusual or unheard of.

The worst "beating" Levi ever gave Eren was during Eren's trial, and it was completely for show in order to save Eren from falling into the hands of the Military Police and being executed.

The second time he hit him, and Jean, it was because the two of them were acting like undisciplined fools the night before a pivotal mission to re-secure Shinganshina, a mission which they believed, at the time, the fate of humanity hinged on, and in which hundreds of new, inexperienced recruits would be joining them. Eren's and Jean's ridiculous fighting very much could have disrupted the discipline and cohesion necessary to their missions success, and put lives at risk. That kind of shit would never be tolerated in any military unit, anywhere in the world. Levi was also not in his regular state of mind, stressed out and feeling lost and confused after Erwin's confession to him about caring more about the basement than humanity, and refusing to back down from joining the expedition.

The third time Levi hits Eren, it's because Eren is directly threatening Levi, putting his hands on him, and trying to prevent him from carrying out his own duty as a soldier.

And the last time Levi hits Eren, is after the raid on Liberio, in which Eren has just murdered dozens upon dozens of innocent people and dragged Paradis and the Survey Corps into a war none of them agreed to or signed up for.

Every one of these instances isn't a case of child abuse. It's a superior officer disciplining a soldier who's directly under his command and who expects a certain amount of discipline and adherence from his soldiers, for the sake of the entire unit and its safety.

It's also important to note that Levi doesn't actually USE physical violence against his soldiers as a regular means of discipline. In other words, he doesn't make a habit of it. He only ever hits someone when the circumstances are extreme in some way, or call for some sort of extremity. So we know Levi doesn't really view giving someone a beating as an appropriate or normal form of disciplinary action. He only hits people when they've done something or acted in a way which endangers the mission, or other people.

Ramzi was just a little boy. Maybe ten years old, from the looks of him, if even. He didn't have any special military training, he wasn't a soldier, he didn't know how to fight or defend himself. Levi would never hit a little kid like that, I guarantee it. Because, again, he isn't a child abuser.

He never went around just beating kids up as a means of disciplining them, he never engaged in that or employed it as a regular means of teaching anyone anything. All the times Levi actually hits someone, it's more like a knee-jerk reaction than a deliberate form of disciplinary action. It isn't thought out or planned, it isn't a tactic employed with forethought or with some further goal beyond the immediate need to rein whoever's acting up in. He never hits anyone as a way of instilling any sort of lesson in them. It's just an immediate response to an out of hand situation. And, again, they're not just children, they're soldiers under his command, with heavy and serious responsibilities expected of them, and each of those only handful of times, the circumstances surrounding Levi's violence were extreme.

So, yeah, this isn't a case of Levi being abused and then becoming an abuser. There's a world of difference between him and Kenny and the way they operate.

#Levi Ackerman #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin

[irithnova]

Thinking about Mongolia's thoughts about the communist era hmm.

I think that he saw it as like. It needed to happen whether he liked it or not in order to ensure his independence. I don't think he jumps up and down in joy when remembering it but he saw it as a necessity to his survival. It's a pretty complicated subject as there were atrocities such as the purges that took place, a lot of which specifically targeted ethnic minority groups in Mongolia and certain cultural heritages that were trodden on (the use of the Mongolian script, monasteries destroyed) however he's never going to deny that that period is what stopped him from losing independence completely and well. Being in Tibet's position (which is something he's incredibly sore about) even if there are very regrettable things that took place during that period.

I do think Mongolia is quite prideful so he certainly wasn't happy on relying so heavily on Soviet help but I also don't think he's so prideful that he's stupid and turns down much needed help just to be prideful/stubborn. Russia tried to frame their relationship as being sort of like an older brother helping out a younger brother ("akh duu") and Mongolia found this pretty... Patronising/annoying (especially considering the fact that he's older than Russia though not by a huge amount). He can definitely be stubborn but he's also very pragmatic and if he needed to enter into a coercive relationship (politically) with Russia to make sure China didn't swallow him then so be it - he could complain about it later. And even "later" I think his heart is quite hardened to what happened.

Not in the sense that he doesn't care about what happened or regrets nothing but moreso he's like "what's done is done". I've said this before but I don't think he's one to dwell on things that upset him (most of the time), and while this sounds great this isn't always to his benefit and he can end up seeming disingenuous or even callous when asked about things when in reality, it is something that upset/upsets him but he's not one to liberally indulge in his feelings to anyone who asks - especially if it's to do with a complicated situation.

I've read that a lot of older Mongolians are more sympathetic to communism than younger ones and while I don't think Mongolia would brand himself as a #proudcommunist yeah I do think he's somewhat sympathetic-to-communism-leaning (he's boomer-leaning to me) mainly because Mongolia did benefit in some significant ways from that era - literacy rates skyrocketed - in fact Mongolia was the first universally literate country in Asia, child mortality rates decreased greatly, promotion of higher education, better healthcare, a Mongolian was even put into space (I'm not at all trying to detract from the bad that happened or excuse it). I think it also stems from the fact that he's just more... Used to it? Mongolia was the second country in the world to adopt communism and the first in Asia, bypassing capitalism completely and going from a feudal monarchy straight to a communist society. Mongolia only stopped being communist in the 90s.

Again - the era of communism is one that Mongolia has complex feelings about because yes the improvements in the aforementioned sectors were staggering. Whilst the famous Mongolian quote goes "I'd rather suffer under my own rule rather than live happily under someone elses" and yes Mongolia can be a stubborn bastard, he will acknowledge that Soviet aid ensured his independence however coercive his relationship with Russia was at the time and well, I think improved living conditions for their people would make any nation pleased at the very least. However the bad that took place is not something he can ignore so easily at the same time. Which is why I say his feelings about it are so complex.

Side note but I read that Russians who visited Mongolia particularly liked their fur coats and rugs which could be purchased for a cheaper price than at back home and I can only imagine Russia pestering Mongolia for discounts on products (which I think he still does today tbh Mongolian cashmere goes hard). There were actually already Russians living in Mongolia before Soviet intervention however these Russians were descendants of white Russians, colonists from the Tsarist era etc, so there was a level of animosity between "local" Russians already in Mongolia and Soviet specialists being sent to Mongolia during the era of Soviet interventionism. Mongolia personally really did not care about how much either group didn't like each other as long as they weren't shit stirring with the Mongolian population. The Soviet specialists sent to Mongolia were actually interviewed by the KGB on how to behave - they had to be on their best behaviour in Mongolia so as to not ruin the reputation of the Soviets.

This did not matter though because in the 70's to 80's the glaring disparities between the Soviets and local Mongolians became too obvious to ignore. Soviet workers who travelled to Mongolia for work did so so that they could get enough money for cars and apartments back home. Soviet specialists in Mongolia were being paid as much as a deputy government minister back home! There were elite stores in Mongolia that had very high quality produce that only Soviet specialists and family members of Mongolian officials were allowed in - guards were even posted to prevent ordinary Mongolians from entering. So much for that older brother younger brother relationship. Despite Soviet help, as mentioned before Mongolia found it to be patronising, and when Russia would go on a speech about how he helped lift Mongolia from his "backwards and dark" past yes there was a bit of an eyeroll and a hurt ego. Mongolia's tolerance of Russia was seriously waning.

The democratic revolution in the 90's saw Mongolia shed its Russian influence and Mongolians began to be more openly critical of this "older brother younger brother" relationship with Russia - Soviet specialists in Mongolia felt threatened by this and even moved out. Nationalism was on the rise and people were once again singing Genghis Khan's praises. You know that video that got really popular of that Mongolian guy throat singing "Chinggis Khaan Magtaal" on a mountain? That was written in the 90's! I'd say Mongolia was pleased at the very least about this rise in nationalism and an invigorated interest in history and Chinggis Khaan in his people but lets remember this was yet another transition he had to deal with after getting used to communism. Despite a rise in nationalist spirit, there was a lot of unemployment and people turned to bad coping mechanisms during the 90's/early 2000s, I heard that some folks were even afraid of going outside - shops were empty and everything and during this transition period there was something of a shared hope in people yet no one really knew what was to come. Any major transitionary period for a nation is never going to be easy and this was no exception. I think Mongolia was kind of like, trying to bite the bullet and get through with it even if he himself felt uncertain because all you can do really is move forward. I think Russia was er. Unhappy about this but did not outright say it to Mongolia's face... He'd more so "tease" him and tell him his Russian was getting bad for example and if he needed some practice or something (note: Mongolia's Russian was still perfectly fine lol).

He's in a much better state now but there was no denying that the shift from communism after being in it for so long and getting used to a new system after shifting from a feudal monarchy to straight to communism in the first place was hard. When he remembers the communist era its not a distant memory for him - remember, Mongolia was a communist country without ever going through a capitalist period beforehand and this new era isn't even half a century old. He knows that that era was integral to keeping his independence and there were some much needed changes that were taken care of during that time (healthcare, education etc) however he will not forget the regrettable things that took place. This is also why I think Mongolia's relationship with Russia is so complex but I think I'll leave that for another post lol.

#hetalia #aph mongolia #hws mongolia #hetalia world stars #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia world series #hetalia mongolia #historical hetalia #aph russia #hws russia #hetalia russia #ivan braginsky

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 37

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 5,600ish

Summary: You struggle with what happened with Ahsoka and the Council. You are assigned to a mission regarding Master Sifo-Dyas.

AUTHOR’S NOTE - PLEASE READ: Please remember that this is fan fiction. Just because something works or doesn’t work a certain way in canon, doesn’t mean it’s that way with a fan fiction. Just because something doesn’t happen or does happen in canon, doesn’t mean it’s that way with a fan fiction. That is one of the joys of fan fiction. The author gets to slightly reinvent the world they are writing in. They get to make the choices in the fan fiction. If you don’t like the choices a writer as made, they do not read the work. (Especially when it is given to you for free.) Also remember that there is a real person behind the fics you read. A real person who spends their time writing and puts their heart and soul into their heart. A real person who has feelings and a life outside of this.

You and Anakin were breathing heavily as you circled each other, lightsabers drawn. You had been dueling for quite some time, both equally matched with no clear winner in sight. Sweat was running down your faces as you both were using all the energy you had.

Ahsoka had left the day before. Anakin wasn’t taking it well and you were having a hard time with the Council, making both of you need to get your frustrations out.

“I’ve never dueled with you where you’ve shown such aggression, Y/N/N,” Anakin commented. “Guess you’ve watched me too much. The Council would greatly disapprove of it.”

“Yeah, well—“ You lunged forward and hit your saber against his, “I don’t care.” 

Channeling all your power, you kicked your leg out and successfully kicked him in the side, distracting him enough to disarm him. His lightsaber hilt came flying into your hand. You aimed both the sabers at him. 

“At least I’m a winner,” you taunted.

“Are you so sure?” He questioned.

Anakin kicked his leg out to try and swipe your feet from under you. You jumped up and flipped over him. You came against his back and aimed the blades so close to his throat that he could feel the growing heat.

“Are you so sure Ani?” You snarled into his ear.

Anakin tensed at your tone. He had never heard it so dark before. That was very unlike you. You were the light that filled the Temple hallways. The Jedi’s hope. He threw his head back, hitting it against yours. You groaned as you stumbled back. Anakin was quick to spin around and use the Force to pin you against one of the pillars. You growled at the impact, angry.

“Seriously, Y/N, I have never felt this from you,” Anakin said, “even when we were younger.” 

He let you down slowly to the floor. You sighed as you turned off the lightsabers and tossed Anakin’s back to him.

“I think that everything that has happened in the last couple of years is all finally getting to me,” you admitted. “I honestly don’t think this war will ever end. And that the Jedi Order will never go back to the way they were again… As peacekeeper… Then there’s the Jedi Council…”

“You’re now beginning to see what I’ve seen all along, aren’t you?” Anakin questioned. You sighed, not answering. “Obi-Wan and the rest of the Council would advise you to reign in your emotions, especially the newfound anger seeded in you.”

“Stop acting like you know anything about what I’m dealing with, Anakin. We’ve been on different paths since we got to the Order. We lived different lives—still do.”

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

“You blame me?”

“I wasn’t the one who offered to be separated. I would have fought for us to stay together!”

“There wasn’t a choice! I was just trying to protect you like I promised mother I’d do!”

“I don’t need your protection! I needed you by my side and you left me! You left me!”

You ground your teeth as you shot out your hand and slammed Anakin back into one of the pillars. You were breathing heavily with anger as you watched the pillar crack due to the force you had used. Anakin was groaning in pain as he sat on the ground, trying to recover. Looking at Anakin, watching him, your demeanor changed.

“Ani…” you gasped, tears pooling in your eyes. “I… I’m so sorry… I… I’ve never felt like that before. I—“

“What happened in here?” Obi-Wan asked, rushing into the room. 

Obi-Wan had been in a Jedi Council meeting while he sensed your growing anger. He knew he had to get to you quickly before something happened. He had never felt anger like this from you before and it was concerning. His eyes flickered from the cracks in the pillar to you to Anakin. It was clear that you had done the damage to Anakin and the pillar, and that you felt immediate guilt afterward.

“I didn’t…” You shook your head as you let the tears fall. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan focused his attention on his former Padawan. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Anakin muttered with a nod. “I’ll be alright.”

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized before racing out of the room.

“Y/N!” Obi-Wan called after you but made no move to chase you. He sighed as he helped Anakin to his feet. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“We were dueling, getting some aggression out. I’ve never seen her so angry and I was taunting her and,” Anakin sighed, “things were said that shouldn’t have been.”

“Like what?” Anakin stayed silent, replaying the scene in his head. “Like what, Anakin?”

“Like how I blame her for us being separated…”

“What? Do you truly believe that?”

“Yes… No… I don’t know…”

Obi-Wan shook his head, arms folded over his chest as he tried to figure out how to handle this situation.

“You should go after her,” Anakin told him. “She needs you and I need time to figure out everything for myself… Ahsoka leaving has truly messed with my head.”

“I think you are right,” Obi-Wan agreed before leaving in search of you.

~~~

You were trembling under the waterfall. Your eyes were closed as you were trying to meditate away the emotions you were feeling. Tears streamed down your face as your irregular breathing kept pulling your focus.

Obi-Wan was grateful that you hadn’t shut him out so that he could follow your signature. He was careful to crawl under the waterfall and join you. His signature branched out to you, ready for you to accept it when needed.

“Little star?” He whispered. Your body lurched forward slightly as you choked down a sob. Obi-Wan’s hands came out to catch you if you needed it but didn’t make contact. “How can I help you?”

“I’ve… I’ve felt anger before, but nothing like that,” your broken voice said quietly. Your eyes snapped open and looked at Obi-Wan. He inhaled sharply at how red and guilt-ridden they looked. “It took over me and I had no control… there’s so much darkness around me—inside of me… my light is gone.”

“No, no, no,” Obi-Wan shook his head and moved over to you more, pulling you onto his lap. “Your light is not gone. I can see it as we speak. Your guilt is proof that your light is there.” One of his hands came up to hold your face. “You are light, my little star.”

“Anakin blames me for… for everything.”

“He just needs to work through Ahsoka leaving. We all do. But we are going to help each other. We’re going to work through it.”

“Can you just hold me right now?”

Obi-Wan nodded as he kissed your temple. “I’ll hold you forever, little star.”

~~~

Whether any of you cared to admit it or not, you, Padme, Anakin, and Obi-Wan were all struggling with Ahsoka’s choice differently. It was obvious to you that nothing would ever truly be the same again after that. For example, you could sense the tiny rift in Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship and believed that it would only grow as the war continued, especially with Obi-Wan on the Jedi Council. The same with you and Anakin’s relationship.

You kept going on assignments as asked by the Jedi Council, but you were less cordial with them. Master Yoda and Obi-Wan had both expressed their apologies for not trusting you fully or speaking up for you and Ahsoka, but that didn’t fix what happened. Obi-Wan knew that now he was in an even more precarious position than before as your secret lover and a member of the Council. You were on rocky terms with the Council. One wrong move and you could be expelled from the Order.

Obi-Wan used the precious time you two had alone together to remind you that you were his little star, loved wholeheartedly by him. He never wanted you to forget that he was yours, no matter what happened. You appreciated how hard he tried to make you forget about what happened with the Jedi Council, Ahsoka, and the darkness, and pull you into focusing on just the two of you. But you couldn’t, not with the war and ever-growing darkness looming overhead that the Council either couldn’t sense or seemed to be ignoring.

At night, even as you lay next to Obi-Wan, you couldn’t stop yourself from having that nightmare of losing Ahsoka, Padme, Anakin, and Obi-Wan. It kept reminding you of the fact that Ahsoka was now gone and Padme was next. 

You woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily as sweat pooled along your forehead. You glanced over at Obi-Wan to see that he was sleeping soundly. The Council had been running him ragged more than usual and it was taking a toll on him. As your mind raced, you knew that you wouldn’t be getting any more sleep. It took careful skill to maneuver out of Obi-Wan’s grasp and slip out of the bed. You glanced back at him as you snuck out of the room, jealous of his sleep. 

You closed the door and found a position on the couch in Obi-Wan’s living area. Your eyes wandered around the room, studying it. The two of you had always spent more time in your room than his and spent the majority of time in the bedroom anyway. So being in his living room for this long was a new experience. You noted how there were no decorations. Obi-Wan was a simple man, so that didn’t surprise you. As you scanned the room, you noticed a book on the side table. Picking it up, you began to read it.

~~~

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply as he reached over to pull you into him. His arms fell flat against the bed, causing his senses to heighten. His eyes snapped open as he sat up and looked at where you should be in bed.

“Y/N?” He called, trying to push down the panic. His eyes flitted toward the refresher, noting how it was dark in there. “Y/N?” There was still no response. Obi-Wan moved his legs off the bed. “Y/N!” Obi-Wan moved off his bed in a panic, rushing out of his room in search of you. “Y/N!”

“Huh? Obi-Wan,” your voice was rough as you began to wake from where you had fallen asleep on the couch. The book you had started was laying open on your chest.

“Thank the Maker,” he muttered, hurrying to your side. “You had me so worried, little star.” His hands were trembling ever so slightly as they came up to cup your face. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I had a nightmare and you looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”

Obi-Wan let out a breathy chuckle as he kissed your forehead. “Please wake me next time… my heart wasn’t prepared to not have you at my side.”

You wrapped your arms around him as you looked into his eyes which were laced with fear. “I will wake you next time, I promise.” You kissed him softly.

“Come back to bed… please.” 

You nodded and before you could even make a move to get off the couch, Obi-Wan at you in his arms and was carrying you back to the bedroom. He didn’t let you go once as he climbed back into bed and laid down. His arms kept you tightly against him like he was scared you were going to disappear.

“Obi-Wan… did you have a nightmare?” You carefully asked.

He sighed. “Lately, I have been more worried that one day I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone without a word.”

“Do you not trust me?”

“It is not you whom I don’t trust… it is everyone around you.”

You moved so that you could meet his eye. “I would never leave without you, Obi… I promise…” You placed your head back on his chest, letting your ear rest above his heart.

His arms tightened around you as he kissed your head. “I’m afraid I truly cannot live without you anymore, my little star. My attachment has deepened in more ways than I ever thought possible.”

“And I am the same with you.”

~~~

You were beginning to believe that the war would never end. It was constantly one mission after another; some Separatist plot to stop after another. You were at the Temple to rest for the night when Obi-Wan found you walking the hall.

“Little star,” he called, causing you to stop and wait for him to catch up.

“Obi-Wan,” you smiled lightly at him. 

He could see how tired you were and hated that he had something else for you to do. “The Council is asking for you to join their meeting right now.”

“Why?”

“It is about Master Sifo-Dyas.”

“Sifo-Dyas? But he’s dead.”

“I know but a signal was received from his ship. We sent Master Plo Koon to investigate and he has found something. The Council requests for you to join them in the debrief.”

“Alright,” you nodded. “Lead the way.”

~~~

“Then it is the lost ship of Master Sifo-Dyas?” Windu questioned.

Master Plo was in hologram form in the center of the room, telling the Council about what he found. You were near the Council room doors, watching carefully.

“I found this at the crash site,” Plo said, revealing a lightsaber.

“Hmm, the lightsaber of Sifo-Dyas it is,” Yoda confirmed. “Never found when he died it was.”

“Master Kenobi, remind the Council of what you and Y/N discovered regarding Master Sifo-Dyas before the start of the clone wars,” Windu said.

“Our investigation of the bounty hunter, Jango Fett, led to Kamino,” Obi-Wan explained. “The Kaminoans recounted that it was Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas who ordered the production of a clone army.

“Without the consent of the Council or the Senate, he did this,” Yoda clarified.

“Prior to the blockade of Naboo, Sifo-Dyas sat on this Council until we judged his ideas to be… too extreme,” Windu added. 

That was new information to you. You hadn’t known Sifo-Dyas had been judged. You were beginning to wish that he hadn’t died, that maybe he would have been a good fit as your Master.

“Indeed,” Plo agreed. “He said he foresaw a great conflict and that the Republic would need to raise an army. At the time, the Council rejected those ideas.”

“Well, it’s not the first time we’ve been wrong recently, is it?” Obi-Wan commented pointedly. You smirked.

“The creation of the clone army, kept secret from us Sifo-Dyas did,” Yoda said. “How this was done we know not, yet now a new piece of the puzzle we have. Perhaps clarity it will bring us, yes.” Plo’s hologram disappeared.

“Y/N,” Windu called to you. You moved to stand in the center of the room. “We know that you know the archives very well. We would like you to pull up everything we have on Master Sifo-Dyas and be ready to present it.”

“Yes, Master,” you responded with a bow of your head.

~~~

Since you knew your way around the archives, it took you less than an hour to gather all the information on Sifo-Dyas as you could and be ready to present. Master Yoda, Master Windu, Anakin, and Obi-Wan joined you in the archive presentation room while Master Koon did so via hologram.

“Our records definitively state that Master Sifo-Dyas died on Felucia,” you started, the large holo table showing what you were talking about as you went. “In the fifth quarter, a small skirmish broke out between the native Felucians. Master Sifo-Dyas was assigned to negotiate peace talks between the tribes. The negotiations failed, and Sifo-Dyas was killed.”

“What became of his body?” Plo asked.

You shook your head. “I’m afraid I cannot answer that. Any further information on this incident has been sealed.”

“On whose authority?” Windu wondered.

You took a deep breath, feeling the darkness once again as you answered. “By the office of the Supreme Chancellor.” You turned to face Master Yoda, who you knew would semi-listen to your concerns. “There is a great deal of darkness surrounding all this, Master Yoda. I first felt it on Kamino and I feel it again now.”

“Agree with you, I do,” Yoda responded. “To Felucia, you, Skywalker, and Kenobi will go. A trail long cold it is, yet still lay hidden there a clue might be. Question all who were present the day of Sifo-Dyas’ death, you must.”

“And what of the sealed file?” Windu asked.

“Speak with the Chancellor personally I will, to see what part in this the politics of the Senate have played.”

~~~

Felucia was a struggle, to say the least. The tribes there spoke an ancient dialect that was very hard to understand. After you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan had questioned members of the tribes, you called Master Yoda.

“We have spoken with the tribal leaders on Felucia,” Obi-Wan informed Yoda as soon as his hologram appeared. “They use a very ancient dialect, which is hard to understand, but from what we can make out when Master Sifo-Dyas died, he was not alone. There was a second Jedi here with him.”

“And the name of this second Jedi?” Yoda questioned.

“Either we don’t understand them, or they won’t say. It’s hard to tell. This is a primitive people we are dealing with. After his death, they cremated Sifo-Dyas’ body, and I’m afraid the trail goes cold there. Did you have any success with the Chancellor?”

“Hmm, as much success as usual, I am afraid. Pointed in another direction I am now. To speak with Valorum I go.”

“Valorum?” You repeated after Yoda had ended his side of the transmission. “The previous Chancellor?”

“He was the Chancellor at the time all this occurred,” Obi-Wan noted. “It would have been his office that locked the files.”

“Nothing is added up,” you shook your head. “Something is off.”

“I sense it too,” Anakin added.

“Perhaps we can figure it out as we try and get more answers out of these tribe leaders,” Obi-Wan said.

“If only we could actually understand them.”

~~~

It wasn’t long after Master Yoda ended his transmission that he called you back and asked you to look into Silman, Valorum’s former personal aide. Valorum had informed Yoda that Silman was sent with Master Sifo-Dyas and not another Jedi. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and yourself went around to the tribes again and asked them if they remembered Silman. Once you were finished with that, the three of you jumped on another call with Master Plo and Master Yoda

“The Felucians know nothing of this Silman,” Obi-Wan told them. “No one there seems to know anything about him.”

Anakin used his comlink to zoom up on a hologram picture of the necklace Silman was wearing. “What’s that symbol he’s wearing?” He asked.

“The symbol of the high Chancellor, before the war, Chancellor Valorum,” Yoda explained.

“So we have one dead Jedi with no physical evidence of a body,” Obi-Wan began recounting, “a second Jedi who appeared on Felucia that we have no record of, and now this Silman, personal attaché to the Chancellor, is missing?”

“Yet now we know Sifo-Dyas and Silman were both on Oba Diah,” Anakin said, “according to Chancellor Valorum.”

“The crashed shuttle I found was located on a moon which orbits the Pyke planet,” Plo explained.

“Hmm,” Yoda hummed. “To the Pykes you must go, to Oba Diah, yes.”

You, Obi-Wan, and Anakin bowed your heads as the transmission ended. 

“Let’s get going,” Anakin said, leading the way to the ship.

~~~

Guards were awaiting your arrival on the landing platform on Oba Diah. You, Obi-Wan, and Anakin followed them inside the palace to a throne room. There were servants and palace nobles watching from their places against the walls as you walked toward the throne where Lom Pyke, head of the Pyke Syndicate, was seated.

“I cannot remember the last time a Jedi came here,” Lom commented. “Many years it has been.”

“Funny you should say that. We’re looking for a Jedi that got lost here,” Obi-Wan responded. “His name is Sifo-Dyas.”

“Oh, the Jedi Sifo-Dyas was here, but that was a long time ago.”

“Master Sifo-Dyas’ ship was found, crashed on a moon orbiting this world,” Anakin explained.

“What you found, we know nothing of.” A drink was handed to Lom. “Would the Jedi like to join us for a refreshment?”

Anakin was going to decline but Obi-Wan quickly stepped forward. “The Pykes’ offer is kindly accepted,” he said. 

Anakin looked your way and rolled his eyes. Lom snapped his fingers and a slave brought a tray of drinks. You stared at the slave, images of your time at the educational facility that the Zygerrians owned flashed through your mind. Obi-Wan cleared his throat as he handed you one of the glasses. His eyes were full of question and concern. You shook your head to dismiss him as you grabbed your drink.

“To friendship,” Lom chuckled, lifting his glass.

“Friendship,” Obi-Wan replied, lifting his glass as well. 

Lom downed his drink but the three of you kept yours in the glass. Your eyes narrowed as you noticed the necklace around his neck. It was the same necklace that Silman was wearing in the picture.

“What an interesting necklace that is,” you commented, pulling Obi-Wan and Anakin’s attention to it as well. “May I have a look?”

“Perhaps the Pykes have taken enough of the Jedi’s time,” Lom replied.

“Oh, no, no. It’s no bother at all,” Obi-Wan responded. “The Jedi are happy to know all the Pykes’ secrets.”

Anakin shot out his hand and used the Force to tear the necklace from Lom’s neck. The guards quickly aimed their weapons at the three of you.

“We have no quarrel with the Jedi,” Lom stated.

“Maybe you should tell us why you’re wearing the crest of the Chancellor’s personal advisor,” Anakin demanded, throwing his drink to the ground.

Lom sighed before standing. “I am confused. Is the Jedi looking for a Jedi Master or someone else?”

“Stop playing games. Sifo-Dyas was traveling with an advisor. They were sent here to negotiate with you.”

Lom laughed. “Well, it looks like you have finally put the pieces together. The man you are looking for is here. Come, follow me.��

Lom and two of his guards led the three of you into an elevator and down to the lower levels.

“The Pykes wanted to gain an advantage over the other crime families,” Lom told you as he guided you out of the elevator and down a large hall, “so alliances were made. One alliance was with a man named Tyranus.”

You and Obi-Wan looked at each other in a bit of surprise. “We’ve heard that name before,” you said. “Jango Fett mentioned it during our Kamino investigation.”

“Tyranus wanted Sifo-Dyas dead. The Pykes were well paid to shoot down his ship. However, any man that is willing to pay to have a Jedi killed is dangerous and unpredictable. The Pykes inspected the crash to retrieve the Jedi’s body for proof. But with the dead Jedi, the Pykes found another, still alive.”

“Silman, the Chancellor’s aide?” Obi-Wan questioned.

“The Pykes gave Tyranus Sifo-Dyas, but the Pykes didi not tell Tyranus of Silman. The Pykes needed insurance.” Lom stopped in front of a set of doors.

“Insurance?” Anakin repeated.

“Yes, and now the Pykes can bargain. We give you Silman. You forget about the Pykes’ treachery against the Jedi.”

The doors opened and you, Obi-Wan, and Anakin stepped into a small entryway that led to another door. The door slid up automatically, leading into a larger, circular room.

“Hello?” Obi-Wan called out. You could sense Silman, cowering behind a round metal place in the center.

“Who—who’s there?” Silman whimpered.

“We are Jedi sent to find you.”

“Jedi?” He peeked over the round metal center. “To find me? Why me? I was betrayed, forgotten… long ago.”

“No one knew you were alive.”

“Quick. Maybe you have some food. Have you—have you any food?”

“Of course,” Anakin said, pulling out a supply bar.

“Oh, oh!” Silman crawled over. You could tell that time had not just this man any good for his mind. “Oh, oh, oh! Oh! Thank you, my friend! A supply bar!” He took it from Anakin’s hand. “Mmm, mmm. Delicious.” Silman held it up to his nose and sniffed it. “You see, I was so frightened I would have nothing to serve.”

“Serve?” You repeated.

“My—my babies. They get so angry when I have nothing to serve.”

“We might have a problem here,” Anakin muttered.

“He is clearly unwell,” you said.

“I think you’ve been cooped up in here too long, old man,” Anakin said to Silman.

“We’ve come to take you home,” Obi-Wan added.

“Home?” Silman questioned. “No, no, this is my home. I can’t leave my friends.”

“You were traveling with Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas. Tell us what happened to him.”

Silman cackled. “Sifo-Dyas? He died. Died, died, died, died. Tricked, we were. The Pykes are not to be trusted. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. But the Pykes were not the ones. No, no, the Pykes were not the reason.”

“Who was responsible?” Anakin asked.

“Someone powerful, someone who—who wanted to be Sifo-Dyas.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt a familiar dark presence come closer. Obi-Wan and Anakin focused on Silman as you turned around and slowly started walking out of the room. You could hear choking from the guards.

“Why?” Questioned Obi-Wan.

“All is deception,” Silman continued. “Can’t you see?”

You stepped out of the rooms and back into the hallway. You gasped when you saw the person in the cloak coming toward you.

“Count Dooku,” you whispered.

“Hello,” Dooku smirked. “How is the Council’s favorite?” You growled as you ignited your saber. “What are you doing here?”

“I,” Dooku stepped forward, holding his hand out, “am here to finish off some loose ends.”

You could hear choking coming from the room Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Silman was in. You looked in to see Silman writhing in the air briefly before falling to the ground, dead. Anakin and Obi-Wan sharply turned around to see Dooku in front of you. Dooku ignited his lightsaber causing Obi-Wan and Anakin to quickly do the same.

“Dooku. For once, you actually came to do your own dirty work,” Anakin commented.

“Sometimes things are just that important,” Dooku replied, tossing off his cloak.

You, Obi-Wan, and Anakin lunged at Dooku. It would never cease to amaze you at how Dooku could fight the three of you with one lightsaber and one hand behind his back so effortlessly. The four of you ended up outside on a bridge. Dooku kicked Obi-Wan, causing him to land on the edge of the bridge. You quickly used the Force to stabilize Obi-Wan, preventing him from falling, while Anakin kept on dueling Dooku. Once you had gotten Obi-Wan back on stable ground, you could feel the pain in Obi-Wan radiating from where Dooku had kicked him.

“You’re injured,” you noted, worried.

“I’m fine, little star,” Obi-Wan replied, giving you a small smile. “Just a bruise.”

You and Obi-Wan joined Anakin in the duel against Dooku as Lom and a bunch of his men ran out from the other side of the bridge.

“You have no business left with the Pykes, Tyranus,” Lom said.

“Tyranus?” You questioned, looking at Dooku.

“You are the man called Tyranus?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I told you everything you needed to know on Geonosis all those years ago, Kenobi,” Dooku responded. “You and Y/N should have joined me. Sifo-Dyas understood. He saw the future. That is why he helped me.”

“You lie. Minister Lom, if you are going to help us, now is the time.”

“Kill Tyranus!” Lom ordered.

Lom’s guards began shooting at Dooku from all sides. Dooku shot out his arms and used the Force to push you, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and the guards behind you away. Glancing briefly at each other, the three of you Jedi used the Force to try and do the same but Dooku quickly jumped up to avoid it. He landed in front of Lom, piercing the Pyke with his saber. Dooku backed up to the ledge with you, Obi-Wan, and Anakin cornering him. With ease, Dooku withdrew his lightsaber and stepped off the edge. The three of you ran to the edge to see that Dooku and landed easily on a ship to be able to reach his own.

Obi-Wan turned to Anakin. “We’ll give you a push,” he said. 

With a nod from you, you and Obi-Wan used the Force to toss Anakin onto the ship that Dooku had landed on. Anakin and Dooku quickly began dueling, but it was only mere moments before Dooku was causing the ship to crash. Dooku smirked as he jumped onto his own ship and flew away.

“The Council is not going to like this,” you mumbled.

~~~

Upon arriving back at your own ship, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and yourself immediately contacted the Council to inform them of what had happened.

“Know now we do that guide the creation of the clones from the beginning, Dooku did,” Yoda said, after receiving the information. “Hmm, our enemy created an army for us.”

“If this was known, public confidence in the war effort, the Jedi, and the Republic would vanish,” Windu said. “There would be mass chaos.”

“Cover up this discovery we must. No one, not even the Chancellor, may know.”

“I don’t believe that to be a wise idea,” you spoke freely, not caring anymore about what your Masters thought of you.

“Your decision, it is not… Valiant men, the clones have proven to be. Saved my life and yours they have many times. Believe in them we must.”

“It is not that I don’t believe in them, it’s that I don’t believe in who asked them to be created… and keeping any more secrets.”

“Win the war swiftly we must, before our enemy’s designs reach completion, whatever they may be.”

“Are you sure we are taking the right path?” Windu questioned Yoda, which surprised you.

“Hmm, the right path, no. The only path, yes. Designed by the Dark Lord of the Sith, this web is. For now, play his game we must.”

The transmission ended and you shook your head. You could see why Yoda believed that, but playing the Dark Lord’s game didn’t sit well with you. You couldn’t see a good solution at the end of all that.

“I’m going to the back for a moment,” Obi-Wan said. “Are you good to fly us home, Anakin?”

“Always,” Anakin scoffed.

Obi-Wan nodded and headed to the back. You waited a few moments before following after Obi-Wan. You found him taking off his top robes with a pained groan. You could see the bruise from where Dooku kicked him. It was already dark and ugly.

“Sit down,” you directed as you grabbed the med-kit. 

“I am fine,” Obi-Wan tried to brush you off but only winced in pain as he sat.

“Clearly, you are not.” You came over to him and sat beside him. You opened the kit and took out a bacta patch. “Hold still.” You ripped open the patch and took it out before carefully placing it onto Obi-Wan’s bruise. He sucked in a breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

You finished placing the patch, going over it gently before pulling away. Obi-Wan caught your hand. Your eyes went to his as his hand guided yours back to the bacta patch.

“Your touch is healing,” Obi-Wan whispered, keeping your hand in place. 

You nodded and leaned in, placing a kiss on his cheek and then his temple. “I would do more, but I don’t want Anakin to see,” you admitted. “Though, I am sure he knows.”

“I am sure. But I agree.” He moved his head to kiss your temple, his arm coming around to hold you to his side. You sighed as your head rested on his shoulder. “I can sense how tired you are, little star.”

“I’m always tired now.”

He chuckled. “I understand the feeling. I promise we can rest when we return to the Temple.”

“You know that is not something you can promise… the Council will probably call a meeting.”

“And I will return to your side after. I will tell them of my injury and say that I need the night to rest.”

“They will probably grant you what you wish since you are a Council member.”

“And I will use that to my advantage to be at your side tonight.”

“I wish it could be every night.”

“Me too, my dear… me too.”

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Rebels Rewatch: “Call To Action”

The first entry in our finale arc and the moment the gloves came off and Rebels went, “Oh you thought I was a nice safe little kids cartoon huh?  Hold my beer.”

Yet another gorgeous establishing shot.

This sequence is staged/blocked as a parallel to the Emperor arriving on the Death Star in Return of the Jedi, the looming Star Destroyer, the Lambda shuttle, troops lined up in neat formation and the Imperial March at full ominous strength.  Fitting given that we’re bringing in the big guns.

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Tarkin was offhand mentioned as being the governor of the Outer Rim early in the series, and “Tarkintown” was a direct result of laws and policy he put into place that allowed the Empire to simply seize people’s properties to strip mine them for resources, so he’s kind of been a very background looming shadow for our Rebels from the beginning and wastes no time dressing everyone present down for making him have to come out to this stupid insignificant backwater planet personally.

The roasting is epic.

“Look I know you’re an airheaded ditz who only got this job because Pryce is too busy faffing around the Core Worlds but you could at least not look so incompetent at it.”

“ancient history“ BITCH THAT WAS WITHIN YOUR LIFETIME.  YOU WORKED WITH ANAKIN AND OBI-WAN.  YOU WERE THERE.

Tarkin seems awfully certain there’s no possible way Kanan can be a Jedi.  I wonder if it’s a matter of he truly doesn’t believe that any survived or he’s not very impressed with Kanan as compared to the Jedi he knew.

Note again: No fanfare.

We lighten things up a bit with a brief little action setpiece, calling back to the speeder chase in the pilot.  It’s the kind of safe peril you’d expect from the early part of the show, no mess, no trouble, just fun adventure set to exciting music cues and watching our heroes be cool.

You know... lulling us into a false sense of security.

Sabine once again participating in the banter with Ezra and even throwing in a sweet little shoulder pat as well.

(Ezra looks disappointed that Kanan didn’t say anything to compliment him, maybe Sabine thought to cheer him up?)

Ugh, Trayvis’s slimy, “Well of course I never advocated for violence, those Rebels are twisting my message!”

The Holonet does not have Twitter Community Notes alas.

“Readers added context they thought people might want to know: You’re a lying traitorous dick and you suck.”

And the plan to take control of the Imperial communications tower is hatched.

Watching the microexpressions on Ezra’s face this whole scene is a trip, because you can tell he has misgivings but also agrees that the best way to reach the people is to break through the state-controlled media propaganda machine and offer up the truth.

OH BOY IT’S THE TRAUMATIZING SCENE!

Comedic staples Aresko and Grint, who have been with us on the show from the beginning, are brought in for their own dressing down before being summarily and literally beheaded in the office.

Yeah no, the first time I watched this I was like, “OKAY WELL THAT JUST HAPPENED HOLY SHIT.“

Ngl, Grand just casually walking around the desk to go stand behind them is even worse after you know what’s coming.

“Your Rebel cell is more principled than others.”  Lol is that a dig at Saw and the Partisans?

No but hold me back from getting into my messy Rebellion Era Jedi feelings and wordspewing about how even with all the Empire’s propaganda, even with all the effort and energy they expend smearing them and erasing their legacy, they still represent Hope to the ordinary people and inspire them to stand up and fight.  And how that’s so so dangerous to the careful order and control Palpatine set up and so he can’t allow any of them to survive because their mere existence makes people stare in awe and take up their arms.

*sobbing forever*

Kallus and Tua’s slow dawning horror as they realize what’s about to happen. D:

HELLO NAUGHTY CHILDREN, THIS IMAGE IS NOW BURNED INTO YOUR NIGHTMARES.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

See, even these two are unnerved.  It takes Kallus a full second to blink himself back into composure when Tarkin addresses him.

This cue here in the aggressive low brass is part of the Inquisitor’s theme and gets used later in the big Seventh Sister and Fifth Brother introduction I’m pretty sure.

I always love the way Rebels does background sky, it looks almost like watercolor paintings.

“I said be optimistic.”

“Five minutes is optimistic!”

<3

They bring a bit of the fyrnock cue back here, I think to put us just a little bit on edge.

(Also apropos given what Ezra does moments later.)

Sabine being pouty all, “I could have done that.“

Please appreciate how Ezra beams at Kanan’s praise and Sabine get embarrassed at how heartwarming they are.

Too bad the probe wasn’t 100% dead.

LOLOL Kallus seems a little on edge as he leaves Tarkin’s office here.

“Lure them into a trap?  But... but I literally just tried that last episode!”

The plan is further hatched but Ezra gets solemn when Sabine brings up that things never seem to follow the plan and Kanan, sensing something up, doesn’t take Ezra’s deflection for an answer.

 Oof and watch how Ezra’s arms come up in his self-protective pose right there.

At first, Kanan thinks it’s just insecurity about taking on the role and by implication the legacy of his parents, nervousness about speaking.  And yes, Ezra confesses that that’s part of it.  (Once again with the self-esteem issues, “I’m not brave, I’m not special, I can’t do this without the rest of you.”)

But it runs deeper.  Ezra’s afraid of loss, of having something bad happen to his new family like it happened to his parents.  But for a Jedi, fear of loss, fear of potential loss, can cripple you.  Paralyze you from being able to think and take proper action.

So Kanan reminds Ezra that loss is going to happen to matter what.  You can’t cling to the things you have, you have to let them pass away, if that’s what’s going to happen.  You can’t be attached.  You have to let go.

“We will take more losses before this is over.”  “When the times comes, we’re going to have to be ready to sacrifice for something bigger.”

Don’t think about Season Four don’t think about Season Four don’t think about Season Four--

The Force theme plays out sweetly in the background as Kanan talks about how they’re “learning these things together”, ending on a modified major chord to leave on a brighter note resolution.

And this is such a pretty shot.

And this one too.  And this might be the first time we see Lothal’s twin moons?

This is such a smooth action sequence, the way Sabine hops off her bike and lets it Tokyo drift into the cannon to blow it up before rolling into view and popping off shots, the conservation of camera movement as it cuts to Zeb, quick inserts and then Ezra and Kanan are on site.

Hate to keep repeating myself but seriously, look at that cloud painting work.

The Imperial March, naturally, as the Empire’s vehicles close in.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Ezra’s eyes dart from target to aerial target.

The camerawork this episode is really excellent, love this dolly in shot of Grand.

Nnnfhkhg Ezra flinched a bit when Kanan got in his face and ordered him to get Zeb.

Cripes, I think Kanan is already thinking ahead to what he’s going to have to do.

“But I like this gun!”  “We’ll get you another gun!”  Children, both of you.  Lol.

AND THE FIRST OFFICIAL TIME THOSE ETERNALLY CURSED WORDS, “I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU.” ARE UTTERED.

Seriously, it became an awful kind of running joke.

Right, so in spite of Kanan’s reassurances, said to get Ezra to keep going and not stall, Ezra still lingers long enough to watch Kanan shut the door behind them.

NO THAT’S FINE.  A HEART IS OVERRATED ANYWAY.

Grand drops down accompanied by his bass chorals and Kanan turns his saber on the door controls and about right here is when I think we all knew he wasn’t going to be right behind Ezra at all.

Again with the camerawork, this tilting pan up towards the top of the tower and then tracking dolly zoom in as the others spill out onto the balcony.

Nooooooooo bbyyyyyyyyyy. :((((((((

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Zeb shields Sabine right here.

Kanan’s matching the Inquisitor strike for strike now, and even repays the kick in the chest from “Gathering Forces”.  He’s calm, almost zen, having accepted what he has to do, and his cavalier attitude throws Grand, stalling for enough time to let Hera get there.

The “Shenanigans“ theme rolls in on somber trombones, stalling out after only the opening notes.

:((((((((

Capping this scene is an exercise in, “Whose expression looks more devastated?”

Hera’s tight-lipped tremble as she makes the call is especially hard.

My gosh look at the smoke effects though.

This episode really has no business being this pretty.

I hate you Tarkin, I hate you I hate you I wanna punch you in your stupid sneering face.

Kanan looks astonished to hear the others are still proceeding with the plan and making the transmission.  I guess he thought they might write the mission off as a loss what with his capture.

Aaaaaah Ezra I’m so proud of him!

This really is an excellent speech.

The woodwinds plink away in the background of some muted brass here, even the Main Titles theme (Luke’s theme, used to denote heroism in the Star Wars score) is quiet, fading out before a slow dooming Imperial March takes over.

“Ho shit, they’re firing on their own tower?”

Well uh... we already knew that Tarkin doesn’t believe in overkill.

<3

The show makes use of some very effective silence, only the faint static of the transmitter playing over the closing stinger.  Just to drive that last devastating blow in.

And cue cliffhanger.

Ha ha, another one I don’t rewatch that often, at least not without completing it out with the next two because seriously, that is a cruel cliffhanger.

Rebels does not really believe in a static Status Quo, which I appreciate.  Even in Season One it throws wrenches, shakes things up, unmoors our characters.  And by extension us the audience. XD

Even for those of us who believed in the show from the beginning I don’t think anyone expected it to axe our two staple recurring side antagonists and end an episode with Kanan captured.

So kudos to Rebels for taking that risk.  It has more freedom to do so, granted, than a show like TCW or Kenobi, given that it’s mostly original characters not protected by Plot Armor, but still.

Next episode takes us two steps forward and one great big Mustafar step back, I can’t wait!

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #ezra bridger #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #this is a pro jedi blog #liveblog #music #soundtracks

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peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?

BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ・ accepting! ( warning for discussion or mentions of pregnancies, childbirth, child neglect / abuse, religious trauma, and bad parenting overall )

there are two answers to this depending on pre-death and post-death Zephia, so i'll answer this question twice, elaborate on both, and compare the expectation between the two, as slight as it might be. the order will be PRE-DEATH → POST-DEATH → COMPARISON. warning for rambling and long paragraphs, too 💕

first off, a "happy life" in PRE-DEATH Zephia's eyes would be pretty basic and concise. she would bear a child by Lord Sombron and heal her loneliness. but that's where it ends. she hadn't thought of anything after gracing a womb with a child, thus, after her child would be born, what then? what would she want after? though this "happy life" would consist of Sombron giving in to her wish, would he not expect her child to become a pawn if she taught them the ways of the Fell Dragon? but if she didn't, if she tried to be a mother like her mother once was, would her child not snap their jaws at the world like it was theirs?

no matter how many children she has, there is no place for the Four Hounds in this happy life. they were temporary in her real conquest and, thus, would be discarded once she was deemed pregnant. after all, her only reason to be Sombron's follower in the first place was for him to realize how good of a mother he could make her, right? there's a question of where she and her child go but for that, she has no answer. whatever it be, it would be nowhere close to a Fell Church. that much was for certain. she saw the treatment they gave children—took part in it, even. but she would be damned if anyone besides herself hurt her child. this, likely, extends to Sombron. she chose him as a father simply because of how absent he is in the lives of his own children so it should be the same for hers. he won't care and her child's entire world will revolve around her.

but, a "happy life" in POST-DEATH Zephia's eyes is more thought-out but less sensical. her conquest of bearing a Lord Sombron's child is still a priority, but she does not know where it stands among the others. because, now, she realizes that she does have other people she cares for. whether she has one child or plenty, the Four Hounds deserve a place at her side, however, she doesn't know where or how that is. would she take them far from the Fell Church? even after its damages have already been done? would she name Griss as the godfather of her child? Mauvier? would she forgive Marni and, in some twisted form of fate, pronounce her the dead godmother? either way, she will have a child ( because, to her, she needs to start over. a clean new slate. a clean new family. ) but where would she go to raise them?

after her death, Zephia doesn't really understand her goals or desires. she's realized that the Four Hounds were the family she wanted, yes, but would they be enough? especially after she had such an influence in all of their fates? what's to say that Griss would even be a good godfather? and if he isn't, what would she do? it isn't his fault that he's the way he is as much as it's her fault for encouraging his desires. would she discard him from the new life or would she see her child as the problem?

now for the COMPARISON. let it be known that imagining Xephia with a child is a dangerous game, as her own traumas are only repressed, not healed, and putting a child under her care would only prove how inept she is at motherhood. she wasn't made or taught how to properly love someone and her definition of parenthood is a transaction of obligation from the child for being born so... yeah.

pre-death Zephia is selfish whereas post-death Zephia is not as blind to her prior desires. this has nothing to do with Sombron, unfortunately, as she still wants to have his child. that will not change. for over a thousand years, that was her goal and, likely, will not change until a thousand more years of self-introspection occur. however, post-death Zephia does now see the Four Hounds as a family, though her understanding of this doesn't reflect that. she doesn't fully recognize the impact Griss, Mauvier, and Marni had on her conscious. so while she definitely imagines them being a part of a "happy life", in comparison to pre-death Zephia who will not think of them as anything beyond what they are, i don't think she knows what or where they'll be. because, after all, Marni's death was by her hands and Mauvier is nowhere to be found.

it's simple to assume that a "happy life" in Zephia's eyes would be something cruel and purposefully full of malice ( ex. founding a Fell Church of her own, or another faction of followers, or reviving Sombron completely ) but the only goal in life that she can remember having is to bear a child and live a life of fullness with them. the specifics aren't and were never thought out fully.

#queue tag tba. #ofradiances #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her teeth ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #she needs anything that isn't motherhood ( probably therapy ) but man... #thinking of her with a child and trying to heal from the transactional view of parenthood she had for centuries is inchresting.. #fortunately.. for her and the child.. that will never happen but it's nice to wonder about #especially considering that she is and will always be a villain and her child would have to bear the burden of either similar ideologies + #or understanding that they are / can be different. plus the wedge that realization would put between them and zephia #similar to the wedge she put between her & the hounds tho i tentatively disregard griss since ree mentioned his view on marni's death #anywho no more tag rambling. just know i think a lot about her actually becoming a mother

[lake-archive]

Everywhere I Go

AO3 Link - A Shared Love Between Our Posse (Masterlist) - CATZ Discography

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ramuda Amemura (mentioned) , Ann Wolf (OC)

Synposis: No matter where, no matter when... Ann does not seem to get a rest from Amemura. To the point they seem rather tense...

Words: 921

They wanted to return home, they really did. And yet, they had a hard time doing so. How come? Was it because they had lost their way when wanting to return home, literally? As in ‘I forgot where I was so I try to guess how to get home’? No, nothing like that. At least they had hoped not. No, it was not even close to that. Nothing close to that at all. 

After all, they were hiding in every possible corner. Left, right and center, wherever they could manage to hide at this point before they could be spotted. But why would they hide? For what reason? The streets of Shibuya were always full, always crowded. There was no chance in anyone spotting them, or them spotting anyone in particular… Right? Well, more or less. Yet they had refused to take any risks. After all,  you never know where the Chuohku were lurking and what orders they had been given. And yet, they would take such desperate measures. Ever so desperate ones…

Or had that been his order? After all, Ann was more than aware of his true nature… Or rather of his entire being… Ramuda Amemura. Only if you were somewhat involved in Chuohku’s mysteries and the organization as a whole would you have a good idea what and who he really was. A secret kept within the circles of the organization, under wraps due to him having become a public figure. Then again, even if he had not gotten that far in his career, they would have kept it a secret either way. So rarely anyone knew about this secret and most would most likely not know to begin with. Ann had been filled in as a result yet recently that had also put them on alert. 

They were unaware of a lot of things, truly, and perhaps they were just paranoid. Yet who knows if the mind has not been changed, if they weren’t fair game to hunt down. And them using Amemura for these errands… Or rather Amemuras. One could never be too careful… Or something… Hah, this was all just a mess of its own, wasn’t it? Maybe they were just a laughing stock at this point. In fact, they had thought about sharing this worry with their teammates. Yet… Would any of the two believe them?

Ole maybe yet he could do little… And besides, he had his own troubles. Ann did not want to worry the old timer. Eli however… 

“ Muda? You act as if he’s gonna kill ya at any moment Sis. He couldn’t even lift ya up, could he? Stop panicking. Maybe he likes you? … Hey, just kiddin’, don’t give me that glare now. ”

Yeah no, that would not be a reassurance. Not for them at the very least. Oh if Eli had an idea what Ramuda was capable of. If given the order to kill someone, this man would not hesitate. He looked and acted innocent… Yet he was anything but if the reports had been correct. 

And yet… To be fair, nothing of note had happened to Ann. Maybe they were really taking things a little too far in their head. Maybe this was safer than first thought… Is what they would like to say yet in this world no one could be certain of anything, could they now!? This was way easier said than done after all! 

Ah, their head was spinning just thinking about all of this. Spinning and spinning, always going through the same thoughts. It was a never ending circle, really. For now they may as well just have been let off the hook with a massive amount of luck. 

Ah, this wasn’t just because of his clones seeming to roam the streets, pass by them and not spotting them by a sheer amount of luck, no. Weren’t they just hiding overall? Oh geez, this was slowly becoming pathetic altogether. Come to think of it, ever since that date their mind had been just on that thought alone. Ah, they should just bas their head in at this point.

This was no use… They had taken note several times that people had eyed them weirdly, claiming to see a ‘woman’ tip toeing around the streets of Shibuya. Of course they took a sharp glare when hearing the word ‘woman’ yet they left it be, at least for the time being. After all, they were just sneaking around the Scramble Crossing. Or hiding behind the Statue of Hachiko, all while praying that Amemura would just take his leave. Or their leave?

Actually, now that they thought about it… Wait, were there even clones deployed? Or did they have some type of terrible luck to always bump into him from afar!? Ah yeesh! What stupid story have they been written into here!? This was all unbelievable, overwhelming, too much to take in! 

No use to think about it with their head filled with all of this nonsense. Yeah, they were literally not in the right mind to keep calm and collect their thoughts. They had to think about something else entirely for now… 

Maybe they should just take their mind off things and unwind instead. The usual café should be nearby, at least where they were sneaking around right now. 

And all the time they prayed that Amemura would not spot them in any way… They just didn’t want to deal with it right now, deal with him… 

Why does everything just have to be so complicated?

#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #ramuda amemura #amemura ramuda #hypmic ramuda

[jinlias]

tomboy - ryujin

- listen to tomboy by destiny rogers! imagine these pictures in the third set ‘I don't like the drama but I'll finish what you started’ :) the lyrics r not in order by the way!

- mentions of death, murder, etc. read to ur discretion!

I'm a girl's girl, I'm a boss in a man's world

ryujin was an only child. her father (one of the biggest gang leaders in south korea, or hell, maybe all of korea) wanted a boy, of course. he didn't exactly think a woman wouldn't be capable of keeping his legacy, but if he were to have a daughter, he always imagined taking care of all her expenses, until his very last day. he didn't want her to worry about any of this. he wanted her to be able to pursue her dream without having to worry of it making her enough money to live comfortably. because he would always provide for her.

he did not want this to be ryujin's dream.

her father tried his best to keep her out of it, to keep her out of meetings or avoiding any questions about what he did for a living. but, ryujin took after her mother, she wasn't stupid. 3.9 gpa most of her student career which often would help her in the future, but point aside, she could connect the dots pretty quickly. he tries to ignore how much she plays with yuna cops and robbers. but it always kept him up at night how he’d eventually have to talk to her about it.

he tells her when she’s 16, just like his father had done for him and his brother. it starts then, the two chairs at his desk instead of one, ryujin always listening in on meetings and them discussing it right after. he comes to her rather early for her opinion and advice on certain decisions he’d have to take. and soon, he picks her up at least once a week from school (even when she can drive) and they start her training. ryujin rarely encountered women in the business that sadly weren’t just someone’s wife. she always thought your mom and you were so cool for that.

I don't like the drama but I'll finish what you started

ryujin and you silently walk in the warehouse, and she calmly creeps up behind her employee and takes the gun from him, pointing it at the hostage and in one take shooting him in the center of his forehead, the man immediately falling limp in the chair. but your wife doesn’t bat an eye, resting bitch face in full display as she pulls a random chair and sits right behind her guard.

“you didn’t do your job. i did. what happened?” she pouts (a fake one, of course) and crosses her arms on her knee, the gun once again cocked and still in her hand. the poor man is this close to hyperventilating, drenched in sweat as he watches you approach his boss and wait for an answer.

“i- wel- i-“

“you- you- what?“ ryujin shrugs “do you know how much i’m paying you per kill?”

“i-“

“500k. your first day on the job after you boasted being so good at it and now you’ve lost 500k. and an eye” ryujin tuts, standing up, so peaceful, so calm. no one would’ve thought she was about to shoot this man

“w-what?” but she doesn’t give him time to think before he’s screaming in pain as she’s shot him straight in his right eye.

“next time, it’ll be like him” she slams the gun on the table nearby and fetches a box of cigarettes from her front pocket, taking one out and putting it between her lips as she mumbles. “i’m not paying you to clean this shit up. it’s your mess. you’ll see if you do well next chance you get.” takes a drag and puts it out on his forehead, the side that wasn’t covered by his hand holding his eye socket in pain.

I'm makin' sure you get the memo, yeah

“how much does she owe you?” ryujin spits at the pathetic man laying on the floor, under her foot. “how much money is it? huh?” she’s dug into her pocket and pulled out a stack of a couple of hundreds, had to be at least 5k and without even counting throws it on him. a few dollars flying down next to him. “meet me for the rest” she kicks him over and walks to where all three of you stood, knowing he most likely would never come for it

“how much do you owe him chaer” her tone is not fun or mocking like usual.

“sixty k” the redhead whispers and yuna slaps her forehead in frustration, yet you and ryujin remain quietly looking at each other, understanding one another easily. that wasn’t a lot of money for ryujin, barely made a dent in her pocket, but it was still a lot of money to owe an excuse of a man like the one she just beat up.

“i’ll write him a check tomorrow” she starts to walk past her, but steps back and closer to her “not because of him. because of you. i don’t want some drunk-ass hurting you over a couple of greens. you need better body guards by the way, what do you think could’ve happened if he got you alone?”

chaeryeong looks down in embarrassment, everyone felt so scolded when it was ryujin, because she rarely fucks up, if anything, she should be the one to scold everyone who ever did something wrong.

I do what you doin', boy. doin' it like a tomboy

“why should i do business with you, a woman?” he lays back on the leather chair, and crosses a leg over the other.

“did you seriously come to my house expecting i would beg for you to sign a stupid contract?” ryujin scoffs from her chair, taking a swig of her drink. “i’ll keep doing well without this deal, if anything, you need me.”

“it’s just not the same” the man presents a fake pout. “you’ll never be your dad” and he shrugs.

“you’re right, i can’t be him. but he’s retired, and i have tons of people wanting to be in your place right now, so you can sign here-“ she places a sheet of paper in front of him and a pen on top. “or leave.”

her dad taught her everything she knows, it would be to basically do business with him or any man, just in a better body.

Independent, don't need help

“what are you doing here?” ryujin whispers when she gets close to him and leans over the counter, winking at the bartender so he knows to make her your usual.

“having fun?” he glares at her from the corner of his eye

“not in my club” she shakes her head

“your club? last time i heard this was chaer’s” the man chuckles

“don’t call her that” she glares “she’s on my payroll. so is this club, therefore, mine.” even if the club was hers on paper, it would always be chaer’s to her, she would never take it away from her, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“i need a favor from you” he declares, turning to finally look at her

“they’ll escort you” she snaps her fingers at two of her guards, but her arm is caught by him as he whispers next to her

“come on ryu, eye for an eye, you know i’ll do anything in return” more like he begs.

“if you’ll do anything, you can do this yourself” she grits, yanking her arm from his hold “i don’t do favors, nor do i need them. get out”

Skating through the city with my snapback on. Still be looking pretty with no makeup on

ryujin loved to get pretty for business. she loved making men choke on their own spit when they saw her, wearing all black with a red lip, usually some skin showing, looking so pretty that she had them stuttering for words. don’t get her wrong tho, she does it for herself, also because she likes when you have the same reaction as them, or even to have you whispering in her ear or begging through text for the two of you to leave earlier than planned.

but, when she has to get out of bed unexpectedly and apologize to you for leaving, “sorry baby. i,ll be right back” with a loving peck on your lips, she barely has the energy to change out of her silky pajamas and throw on some sweats, did you really think she would do her hair and make up at this hour? regardless, she’s more than pretty enough to cause the same effect on the men who betrayed her and who she blesses with a last look at her angelic face before she kills them.

They be like, "Baby, baby, how you get so fine?"

everyone had always been at her feet, probably since middle school. and don’t get it twisted, let it be known ryujin was hot, smart and good in bed, everyone envied you when the two of you started dating and she would proudly flaunt you to the rest of your school.

but she knows all the hungry eyes made your blood boil, and she loved it. she loved how people she would’ve never thought of even looking their way came up to her and flirted with her right in front of you and how before they could even leave you were pulling her towards the nearest empty classroom, probably to remind her she was only yours.

my mama said, "Marry a rich man" and I was like, "Mama, I am that rich man"

her mother always knew she was gay, so she doesn’t specifically stress the whole ‘marry a man’ but, she made sure to suggest “when you grow up, i really hope you find someone who can provide for you.” while braiding her hair for bed. because her mom silently hoped she wouldn’t follow her father’s footsteps.

“oh, ryu, are you taking anyone to the gala next week?” her mom asks over dinner “yuna’s going with her dad if not”

“eomma, yuna’s bringing a boyfriend” she mocks the word boyfriend, hating the thought of losing her best friend’s attention. “and.. i am bringing someone” she shrugs, both her mom and dad turning to look at her. “what?”

“well, go on” her dad insists “who is it?”

“someone i like, okay?”

“ryujinie, remember what we talked about”

“can you please tell her i am not marrying for money? we have a lot as is and me stepping up is only going to bring us more.” she pleads at her dad, who nods at her and looks at his wife

“she has a point yeobo”

“thank you. i’ll bring her for dinner before the gala, and you’ll love her”

and as expected, when ryujin brings you home, she’s more than pleased. finds you insanely pretty and educated, nice, she loves you. but there was always a small voice at the back of her head proudly reminding her of your family, and how her daughter would always be comfortable monetarily with you.

#itzy imagine #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x you #ryujin imagine #ryujin x you #ryujin imagines #mob!ryujin #song fic #rjj

[mixamatcha]

do u have any headcanons for the ew guys? :0 ((also WOOOO fellow mexican do u have any mexican/hispanic headcanons either?! sorry if that's weird to ask lol just curious :P))

Thank you for the ask!

I have plenty of headcanons for them! Though a good amount of them centralize around Edd, Matt, and Eduardo! (Since they're my favorite characters), so, I'll just go over them in order, I think

(Very long text blog, by the way, lol);

Edd Central;

The most important one to me is probably Edd and Tord being platonic life partners, I never truly could see them as a romantic pair, so this just made all the more sense to me. I always sorta thought of Tord and Edd as childhood friends anyways, while the other guys came later, like they met in school perhaps when Tord had just moved there with his parents and Edd was the first one to talk to him and they've been inseparable ever since type of thing. I always depict Tord being really clingy, mostly out of me projecting, but also because, dang it, drawing these two together is lovely :[ (I'll put some art below all the text). Edd I always sort of headcanoned as AroAce, other than one or two instances there aren't many depictions of Edd thirsting over people in a way that would make me go "Oh yeah he's _________" but the way he values his friends, especially Tord, always struck me as similar to my own experiences as someone presiding on the AroAce spectrum. He loves people clearly, but I just don't think I could picture him in a fully romantic relationship. Though I don't think I would describe his relationship with Tord as brotherly, I feel like they're more than that but not in a romantic way? It's hard to explain, but that's the big headcanon that's gonna be present on this page. Final note I headcanon that one of Edd's parents is from Spain, so he was raised in a halfway Spanish household. The reason for this is mostly because me and my other Hispanic friends like to jokingly have a rivalry with Spain because haha world history is funny and since I headcanon Eduardo to be specifically Mexican it just seemed funny for one rival to be at least partially from Spain and the other to be from Mexico. Also, imagining them arguing in spanish gives me life, like picture Eduardo and Edd bickering from either side of the fence and every now and again Eduardo points out the differences in the Spanish dialect they speak to fan the flame, like come on. All lighthearted, obviously, I never see Eduardo and Edd as like

MEGA HARDCORE RIVALS

I think its more of a silly friendly rivalry where they sometimes accidentally end up actually arguing. Is this also projecting? Probably, but I don't care! Also, I don't think they met as young as they're depicted to in PowerEdd? Everyone knowing each other since they were kids always was sorta weird to me because? Where? Did Eduardo's accent come from then? If anything, I think they met in their teens and have been verbally beating the crap out of each other ever since.

Matt Central;

Despite Matt being my second favorite of the main guys, I managed to go nearly 9 years in this fandom without learning to draw him at all. Which is a shame since he's such a silly guy. Personally, I headcanon that Matt was adopted as a kid, we see that his mom in fun dead's hair is a lot darker than his and to me? In my brain? It kind of screamed that she used "box dye" to match her adopted son. I DO think his grandma is blood related, but I think she got in contact with him much later in life (perhaps when he was 15-17), and that's how they've managed to be in contact in certain scenes or episodes. Keep in mind that I don't read the comics for the series anymore, honestly? So if anything in there IS relevant, I, yknow, I haven't seen it! It's a smaller note, but I also kind of just like the idea of Matt being Czech (not by adoption. From birth). It's not like a big thing in my HCs it's just always sort of in the back of my mind. Sexuality-wise, I thought of Matt as pansexual! It just makes the most sense in my little brain

Eduardo Central;

Come on, how could I NOT get attached to this guy? He's rude, He's morally dubious a lot of the time, He's Hispanic?? You basically described at least a good sizable chunk of my extended family. Anyways, as said before, I definitely headcanon him as specifically from Mexico (specifically somewhere in Michoacán), and I mean like born and raised at least until he was like seven and then he moved to the United States until he was 15-16 when he then moved with his family to the United Kingdom. I think if anyone, he met his friends in high school, Mark and Jon just always seemed less like childhood friends troupe and more like the "I met him in science class and now he comes over to my house at 2am and knocks on my window because he got lost on his way home and he needs to use my bathroom and also probably raid my kitchen" kind of friends. Him and Jon specifically have such an honestly terrible but also interesting dynamic since it's one I've seen a lot in my life. Personally, I think he means a lot of what he says in a non serious manner despite his tone? As, we see in the end part 2 that he DOES at least CARE about Jon, this just comes off to me as someone who has problems expressing that at all which is sad but not an excuse or justification, just an explanation. I absolutely headcanon Eduardo as gay because.. I don't know! I genuinely just do not get straight vibes from the guy, and I definitely see deeply internalized homophobia but not a straight guy. I don't think I see him and his friends as in any kind of romantic relationship, but you know it's just something I like to keep in mind when thinking of him. He's also very connected to his culture in my mind, I can imagine him genuinely teaching Jon and Mark about it often. Actually, we only ever see these guys in very HEAVILY characterized, overly specific situations, and I'd like to more often imagine all the things we missed in between. After Jon is gone, I think it's fair to imagine he mellows out, perhaps due to regret? I don't know, am I saying he's the best character ever and is exempt from all guilt or flaws? No. He's an asshole. But is he one of my favorites, nonetheless, because of how I wrote him in my own mind? Yes.

The Edd and Tord Fanart I Promised Earlier Lol;

#eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #edd eddsworld #fanart #eddsworld edd #mixiaart #ew eduardo #eddsworld eduardo #ew matt #eddsworld matt #eddsworld headcanons #headcanons #theyre all my little blorbos #my little sillies #i want to attack them like a wild animal affectionately #ew edd #mixiaask

[bougiebutchbitch]

to get the bad taste in my mouth that seeing that last ask of yours left me, I'd love to hear your Naruto AND Kakashi thoughts about their actual platonic relationship in canon!

kldsjfsdfg thank you T^T

I love them so muuuuuuch. I know there's a certain subset of the fandom that's like 'Kakashi was never there for Naruto when he was a kid, he's a Bad Guy' while conveniently forgetting that Kakashi was what?? 13/14 when Minato died and Naruto was born???? And still very much going through his majorly depressed/suicidal ANBU phase where he was taking the most dangerous missions and hoping they killed him because he didn't want to kill himself like his father did.

AND MORE IMPORTANTLY: KISHIMOTO WAS WRITING ON THE FLY AND WANTED TO GIVE NARUTO A TRAGIC BACKSTORY AND PROBABLY WASN'T THINKING ABOUT HOW KAKASHI TIED INTO IT lskfhjlskdgsdgksdg (sorry this gets my goat).

So: my Watsonian theory is that Kakashi was up to his neck in depression and PTSD and was in no state to take care of himself, let alone a child (or two kids, after Itachi (Kakashi's kouhai who he also probably felt a lot of responsibility for) killed the rest of Sasuke's family.) He only really started healing once he got Team Seven and honestly would've been a pretty terrible parental figure before that moment.

Like, he already wasn't perfect, even if he tried. But it could've been so much worse. Having a suicidal parent is not fun in the slightest and an awful weight to put on young kids.

But now we've gotten that out the way....

I LOVE NARUTO SO MUCH! He's a smiley sunshine boy but with so much hate and hurt stored up in his heart. I love how he starts off lashing out at everyone and everything and chasing any attention, even negative attention, just to feel seen. But then, with the help of Team Seven especially, he really starts applying himself and trying to improve his skills rather than just acting like the class clown. I love how deeply he takes Kakashi's message of break the rules of authority in order to do the right thing to heart.

(AT FIRST, at least. We can talk about how this message was sadly diluted throughout the series another time. Rip to the original Team Seven Hellraisers who all were ready to fight back against The System).

Like, sure, Naruto never cared that much about authority in the beginning, other than wanting to take it for himself (on another note, I do love how 'I WANNA LEAD SO PEOPLE WILL RESPECT ME' morphs to 'I wanna lead to protect my people and change the awful way our world is run'. That's great character development! Even if I wish it had been pushed further haha.)

But Kakashi was an authority figure himself. One who told Naruto that he and his friends' willingness to disobey him for the sake of helping each other was precisely why he liked them and thought they had potential. I think that really helped Naruto put his initial character trait of instinctively pushing back against authority for the sake of it into a different perspective. Kakashi imparted a whole new ethos to him: 'don't fight the system for attention - but don't be afraid to fight the system when the system is wrong'.

Add to all this that Naruto was CRAVING love and affection. I will never not be over how Kakashi hits Naruto with 'I would die to protect you :smileyface:' during that fight with Zabuza - then pulls a SHOCKED PIKACHU FACE when Naruto refuses to ababdon him.

YEAH OF COURSE NARUTO'S GONNA LATCH ONTO YOU, YOU GOOBER. YOU TAUGHT HIM TO ALWAYS DEFEND HIS FRIENDS DESPITE ORDERS TO THE CONTRARY AND THEN PULLED A FREAKING IRUKA ON HIM.

HE LOVES YOU NOW. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF HIM.

Hatake Kakashi, you have been dad-dopted by a plucky orphan. This is your life.

ThEn We HaVe KaKaShI's PeRsPeCtIvE -

I mean, Naruto is Minato's kid. Who Kakashi probably feels a WHOLE LOT of guilt for abandoning, plus maybe a teeny bit of resentment against Kurama (though I feel like Kakashi's wise enough to move past that and see Naruto as a kid rather than anything else). He looks JUST like Minato and acts JUST like Kushina: the people who helped to take care of Kakashi after his own father died.

Like. The parallels are Right There. The anime makes them EXPLICIT, using the exact same backdrop and lighting and themes on scenes of baby Kakashi and baby Naruto.

Kakashi also knows what it's like to grow up as a pariah, thanks to the village's treatment of his father (my heart is still breaking about how he was legitimately afraid to show emotion and break any rule... baby.) Yeah, he was hated to a lesser degree due to the lack of a Giant Demon Fox sealed in his belly, but what he went through was no less damaging. Especially as every time he reached out to someone and allowed himself to form a connection... THEY DIED HORRIBLY.

Now he has Naruto on his squad: the bratty, badly socialised child of two of those Dead People who meant the entire world to him. Naruto is reckless and loud and obnoxious. He's hurt and traumatised and angry at the whole village. He's craving guidance and care.

Now, I don't think Hatake 'self-loathing' Kakashi believes he's the right person to give Naruto either of those things. If we're going the Watsonian route, he basically ignored Naruto for TWELVE YEARS because of his own issues. Of course he's gonna blame himself for that. Our sad wet-cat scrunkly man blames himself for everything.

But HE'S THERE NOW.

So, he's gonna make Naruto eat his veggies. He's gonna train him to fight so he's not killed by their horrible world. He's gonna try to keep the TICKING TIMEBOMB THAT IS TEAM SEVEN together.

And when it all falls apart, he's gonna hug Naruto. He's gonna hug him a lot.

I think he hugs/carries Naruto more than he shows physical affection for any other character??? And like. Just. AHHHH MY HEART. I need to reblog that big amazing collection of all their huggy moments again (was that a Skykashi post?? I THINK SO <3)

I'm forever obsessed with the contrast between that one manga panel of Naruto glomping him with 'MASTER KAKASHI I LOVE YOU' and Kakashi going 'ugh get off you're embarrassing me', compared with ALL THE TIMES KAKASHI CUDDLES NARUTO OR CARRIES HIM AROUnd AHHHHHHH

I headcanon that Kakashi TRIED to keep Naruto at arms length. He TRIED. He's scared of making connections and caring about other people, after all. But Naruto was always RIGHT THERE, reminding Kakashi that his rules about never leaving friends behind goes in both directions, never giving up on anything he wanted to achieve, forever looking ahead to the future - in such a stark contrast to Kakashi's tendency to get lost in the past.

Obviously, I think meeting Kakashi and receiving that Big Brother-type support throughout his life changed Naruto for the better. Even in Boruto, we still see how Kakashi is always the one Naruto looks up to and goes to for help and reassurance!

But I think meeting the kids - especially Naruto - saved Kakashi, too. Depressed assassin gets reverse-adopted by plucky orphans + sakura and slowly starts to look forward rather than backwards and find a new purpose in the world outside of murder... what an arc!

#spoilers: I love them #in which I rant for several paragraphs about how much I love Kakashi and Naruto

[bushs-world]

I replied this in a tweet by @lazy-cat-corner too but twitter is definitely not where I can properly explain things so Tumblr it is.

I will repeat that the Loki we saw in the initial movies (Thor-TDW) was not the real Loki aka who he really is but a more controlled projection of the person he wants others to see him as.

See Loki is a person who deeply cares about how others view him and definitely wants to be viewed in a positive way by others. I think that since his inner world is so messy, Loki tries to overcompensate for it by trying to project a flawless or more level headed image of himself.

Add to the fact that Loki was ridiculed and looked down upon because of things that made him Loki so he obviously learns to hide certain aspects of his personality and try to play up other characteristics of his, even imitate Thor in order to be loved like his brother. And so, Loki kinda suppresses his real personality and instead adopts this cool, composed, stoic mask of indifference which not only stop his vulnerability from being out in the open but also now, others can't read him. He has an advantage now.

Also it seemed to me in Thor that Loki was always walking on eggshells. It took next to no minute for him to be shut up or silenced by both his brother or father so he naturally develops a more repressed communication style, holding his tongue and his thoughts to himself.

Then, around Avengers and TDW, this mask of indifference is multiplied x100 coz now he isn't trying to get others to have a favourable opinion of him. Instead now he's trying to play on all their worst assumptions of him and he wants them to see him as the big bad.

Like he said in episode 1, it was a cruel elaborate trick conjured by the week to inspire fear. And that's exactly who he was in the first three movies. His personality was an illusion conjured to first inspire love/admiration (and to protect his sensitive side) and then to inspire fear. It's also important to see that in the first three movies, we never saw Loki in a normal situation. Even in Thor, he was hurt coz Thor was going to be crowned king so we never saw who he would be when he wasn't coming from a place of hurt, jealousy or anger.

It's only around Ragnarok that his mask starts to slip and we see the real Loki and in the series, by episode 2, he's like a free kite cut loose from its string. He's held by a powerful time bureaucracy who see the real him beyond his conjured image and nothing he will do would change that coz he's stuck in a fixed role. For Loki, this thing was suddenly like a release because for the first time nothing mattered. See, if who Loki pretended to be was not a default but an adopted persona to get a desired result and then, he realised that it was all pointless coz he is forced into a box he can't escape, then there's no point trying to act a certain way. Which is why his line in episode 2 can be signal of his own inner world of 'nothing matters, nothing has any consequence.' And see, Loki had always behaved a certain way to get a certain consequence and now he realises it was all a waste coz no matter what he does, he won't be able to change anything which is sad no doubt, but also for the first time, Loki no longer had to put on a show or project a fake personality and could do as he liked.

I think the biggest mistake Mobius and the TVA in general make is that they treat Loki as static, but people are dynamic beings and ever since he runs behind Sylvie, Loki is thrown on path his own dynamic nature but that's another point for another day. So yeah

#loki #loki series #loki meta #loki season 1 #also minor sylki #but yeah mostly my thoughts