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ahsokasupremacy · 8 months

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Alright, here are my Top Ten funniest guesses (+1 that I bet nobody ELSE will guess) for who Inquisitor Marrok actually is!

You are most welcome to correct me or let me know who YOU think is most probable.

And just to challenge myself, I’m NOT putting Ezra. Because that would be too obvious.

1. Barriss Offee

I’m serious when I say that this is probably the most likely.

We know that she is a very important character in Ahsoka’s life, the writers could be trying to mislead us into thinking that the Force User is a man when really we have no confirmation that they are. Plus Dave Filoni has said in interviews that he refused to have the character make cameos just because he wanted to save her for later. Also, many people already speculated that Barriss became an Inquisitor after Order 66, explaining the double-sided Inquisitor lightsaber.

2. Darth Maul

Their build is a little too skinny for Darth Maul, and also wow, he must really be getting up there. And also, he died in Rebels. But when has that really ever stopped Disney from resurrecting him? I just think they should keep bringing him back. For the bit. I want the opening scroll for the upcoming Daisy Ridley movie to contain the words “Somehow, Darth Maul returned…”

3. Bo Katan

I highly doubt this because her character arc on the Mandalorian is already concluded, but I can kinda see her doing this as like, a side gig. Homegirl is probably broke from paying off Mandalore’s restoration fees. She’s not a Force User unfortunately, but when has that ever stopped her? I like to believe that Bo Katan simply woke up one day and decided to be Force Sensitive and it all kinda worked out for her somehow.

4. Lux Bonteri

If this is the option David Filoni is going with, BOOO. Yet another character who isn’t Force Sensitive. If you really think about it, Dave Filoni probably wants to include someone with an important history with Ahsoka, someone close to her that she held dear and that betrayed her and that she still has lingering feelings for.

Well actually that person is Barriss, and yknow, she kinda went MIA. Sooo the next best thing we could get is Lux, I guess!

5. Anakin (Force Ghost)

Daaaad, what are you doing here?

Well, the ghosts of Obi-Wan and Yoda told him to fuck off and get a job. So here he is. He’s putting in the work! He’s logging onto his Zoom! Ahsoka is gonna be sooo surprised when he finally takes off the mask and reveals it was him along. Just you wait! It’s gonna be so funny!

6. Korkie Kryze

Now we’re really starting to get big brained here.

In Legends, we have Jacen Solo. In the sequels, we have Kylo Ren.

But in the Brand New Republic era? Hark, a new villain arises. Korkie is embittered about being left behind and forgotten by his biological parents, Satine and Obi-Wan. And now he is out for revenge against all the Force Users and Mandalorians who abandoned him. Mwahahaha. We should’ve known he would turn out like this, he’s a ginger after all.

7. Ventress

This would technically make Dark Disciple non-canon? But I don't think Dave Filoni cares, considering he hilariously made the Ahsoka novel non-canon. Ventress is obviously very powerful and capable of dual-wielding and she would make a great candidate for an Inquisitor. Plus her and Morgan Elsbeth are both former Nightsisters so points for rapport.

8. Anakin’s Evil Clone

Hey, I mean Palpatine HAD to start somewhere, right? He didn’t just create Snoke without practice. I like to think he tried making a second Anakin at first, only to discover that Clonakin was a huge pain in the ass and doesn’t wanna follow orders just sit on the couch all day eating the space equivalent of Hot Cheetos.

9. Cal Kestis but he’s evil now

This one pretty much goes against everything we know about Cal but hey, I’ll take a live action Cal cameo any day now. I’ve been on the frontlines defending my babygirl Anakin since day one, don’t even try to lecture me about the ethics of stanning Darksider Cal.

9. Mara Jade

OK no more messing around!! I'm serious this time!

EVERYONE LISTEN CLOSELY!

I think the reason why Dave hasn't made any references to Eli, or Ar'alani, or Vahnya must be because he grew up on the 80s Legends trilogy (not the canon trilogy). Whenever Thrawn is mentioned, there is a direct reference to Heir to the Empire. The same novel where Mara Jade is introduced as the Hand of the Emperor. Coincidence? I think not! Obviously, this must be part of Dave Filoni's master plan to softlaunch the upcoming top secret Thrawn series adaptation.

10. Starkiller

My only real proof is that his name (Marek, Marrok) kinda sounds similar?

Making Starkiller canon would create a whole bunch of problems for the Star Wars timeline. I think his origin story is too Mary Sue-y for even Dave Filoni to try and integrate into current canon.

However, it would be interesting to see a showdown between Anakin's two former apprentices. Interesting, but unlikely.

And finally, for my last guess, I will tell you exactly who Marrok REALLY is. Kathleen Kennedy told me personally, so don't get mad at me! She said it, not me!

11. Luuke (the clone Palpatine made out of Luke's dismembered hand)

This is the ONLY correct answer.

Us Timothy Zahn enjoyers know that this was really Luuke all along. I told you, Snoke isn't the first clone that Palpatine made! I imagine he had a lot of downtime and got bored and decided to fuck around, and that's how we got Luuke.

And yes, I would cast Sebastian Stan to play him because I'm petty AF.

#ahsoka #ahsoka show #barriss offee #lux bonteri #anakin skywalker #eli vanto #thrawn #mara jade #bo katan kryze #cal kestis #korkie kryze #darth maul #my post #ventress

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greasy-night-rat · 21 days

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I mean... Canonically he Will very much have a temper tantrum in a public space...

Though the more complex idea I had about Macho Man is that he previously had an unhealthy relationship with his previous manager.

[This one kinda got away from me too lol/ HC under the cut]

This manager essentially macro managed everything about Macho. Just controlled absolutely every detail about how "The Super Macho Man Brand" would look.

From Macho's body, manner of speaking, what he said/ responded with, who he was seen with, who he talked to privately, what the tabloids said about him- Just ABSOLUTLY EVERYTHING!!!

Complete control freak of a manger, to the point that even the WVBA producers were a little concerned for Macho Man's well being!!!

At first Macho isn't really sure about some of the manager's ideas (since they're morally questionable at times), but he get told stuff like, "its good for marketing" or "our surveys found that fans really dig this" etc. etc. And he's a flip'n himbo that assumes/ is manipulated to believe his manager knows what's best for him.

At some point he thankfully fires the manager... Unfortunately it's because Macho's ego maximizes from the fame he gets, and he believes he's "too good for this scrawny worm that pushes him around".

The decision to fire the manager was potentially set in motion by said manger try to get Mach Man associated with the Beach Boys.

[I've decided Macho HATES the Beach boys because that's flip'n funny to me >:3 ]

The manager he ends up hiring after words is a quiet man who shows complete contrast to the previous manager.

Essentially the interview starts, Macho says something rather problematic/ distasteful, the man firmly but calmly corrects Macho, Macho is taken aback by the combination of human decency while holding him accountable, Macho apologizes, and hires the guy right then and there.

Their relationship is MUCH healthier than the other manager, but the damage is still present. Macho still trusts that this manager knows better than him and anticipates he'll be told what to do. Essentially a case of forgetting how to think for himself.

The new manager is left clueless to the this issue. He simply corrects Macho when necessary, and in a respectful manner.

So yeah, Super Macho man was a regular himbo that went through a corruption arc due to a narcissistic manager that he no long associates with.

[This stimmed from Macho Man being built like a himbo but just a little to mean to truly be considered one currently imo]

#ah yes another boxer whose mental health concerns me :3 #digital art #character illustration #digitalart #wii punch out #punch out #punch out fanart #super macho man #only one left after this >:3

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archie-sunshine · 5 months

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So, What Now?(Rehabili/Cohabi-Tation)

Chapter 4: In Which The Party Adventures(But Not Really)

FIC TAGS: Eventual Whirl/Cyclonus/Tailgate, Cyclonus/Tailgate, polyamory, slowburn romance, mutual pining, slice of life, fluff, comedy, eventual smut(planned for later chapters), sappy mushy lovey stuff, polycue, May eventually have illustrations

The Lost Light has a brand new universe to explore! But everyone's still tired from the old one! In the interim between wacky hijinks, a solution is offered to those bored to death by peacetime- Why form a club about it or renovate your hab suite of course!

Whirl doesn't know how he feels about all the pep. And even worse, he doesn't know how to feel about Cyclonus and Tailgate wanting him to join in on their clean slate.

Chapter 1 Here! Chapter 2 Here! Chapter 3 Here!

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Author's Notes: Ok so this one is a bit self indulgent bc i thought it'd be really funny if the gang played d&d. ALSO this is the big one that features a character that like. yknow. Y'KNOW. hes just there ok. hes just there, hes there. be cool ok.

ALSO! I might not write more about them playing this campaign, but TRUST that this game is ongoing throughout the whole story and beyond.

CHAPTER TAGS: comedy, not taking d&d seriously, bullying minimus, very sweet little end of chapter bit, rewind is whirl's friend i think, whirl spirals a bit at the beginning but its fine dw about it (other characters featured: Rung, Brainstorm, Minimus Ambus, Rewind)

That cycle felt so odd to Whirl. A nice afternoon of basketball, followed up by an evening chatting and reminiscing and planning for the next club they wanted to try out. The three of them laughed- though it was mostly Tailgate and Whirl doing the laughing- sipped Tailgate’s weak and bitter engex spritzers, and made conversation well into the end of the cycle.

It was easy to lose track of time, awash with weak engex and endorphins from a few clumsy games of baskets ball. It was only in the lull as the time grew later that it occurred to Whirl where he was. He adjusted his legs a bit in the chair he was sitting in, setting the half empty energon cube on the low table in the middle of the sitting area.

“Slag, getting kinda late isn’t it?” Whirl observed, starting to get up. He stretched awkwardly, twisting his waist side to side to occupy himself.

Tailgate perked up a bit, glancing over to a clock. “O-Oh-! It is isn’t it-” He agreed.

“Do you need an escort to your hab suite, Whirl?” Cyclonus asked wryly, suppressing a smirk. .

Whirl’s optic fizzed slightly. “You couldn’t find my suite if it was 2 doors down.” He snapped.

“I’ve been to your suite multiple times.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“The amount is in double digits.”

“No its not.”

“What do you mean ‘no it’s not’-” Cyclonus asked in disbelief. Tailgate snorted, breaking into stifled laughter.

“I meant what I said!” Whirl strolled to the door. The mech looked over his shoulder one last time at the couple. Cyclonus squinted at him incredulously. Whirl cocked his head at him, satisfied in his confusion of the other mech.

Tailgate waved at him a little bit. “See you later!”

Cyclonus hesitated a bit to join him in seeing Whirl off, turning his helm a bit to take another sip of his engex spritzer, making a bit of a face at the sub par taste as he raised a servo in goodbye.

“Bye!” Whirl nodded quietly, beginning to plod down the hallway.

The warmth in his core began to dwindle as he made the trek back homewards. Perhaps homewards was a bit of a generous term. Even with the stretch of time it had been since he had begun to call the lost light his ‘home’, his hab unit still didn’t feel like his. It didn’t matter how much rampant vandalism he committed on the walls, or how many useless pieces of scrap and junk were littered about every surface, it wasn’t his home. It felt more like a hotel. No… not a hotel. It felt like…

Whirl didn’t want to think about it.

He shook his helm, dipping down the last ramp onto his deck of the ship and turning towards his hallway. He counted the doors, 7 on one side, 6 on the other, until he found his own. He lifted a talon to his keypad, tapping in the combination with some effort. The stupid thing was fritzing, it had been for at least a stellar cycle, and it looked like a turbo fox had gotten at it, considering the claw marks.

The door slid open with a quiet whoosh. Whirl shuffled inside. He sat on the edge of his berth, swinging his pedes a little bit.

It didn’t take until Whirl was half asleep for him to receive a message from Tailgate this time.

TG: R’s R&R Club meets in 3 cycles, see you there?-Tailgate

Whirl turns the message around in his processor, letting it tuck in neatly with the other comms Tailgate had sent him before. They’d talked about it earlier in their hab unit. He considered, albeit briefly, as he slowly reclined on his slab, how the day had made him feel, some sort of warmth growing in his chassis.

It must have been anger, maybe those jabs from Cyclonus were hitting some tender part of him. There weren't supposed to be tender parts of him. And there weren’t.

Was it something worse? Jealousy? That felt worse than how he did, he’d become too acquainted with jealousy in his time, that wasn’t what this felt like.

He shook his helm. He’d gone a long time trying not to think about how he felt, he wasn’t supposed to feel at all. He scrunched himself around a bit. He was NOT going to start feeling now, decidedly so.

He offlined his optic, taking in a deep vent and trying to focus on how he would best be showing Cyclonus up at the next function they would attend.

And who knows, maybe that’d impress Tailgate too.

Not that he cared.

Not that he cared even a little bit.

…

“Frag, that sounds even stupider out loud.”

Unlike many of the other burgeoning clubs, this room hadn’t taken any renovations to prepare it for it’s club. It was simply an old meeting room, now with a much longer table and several more chairs. In the middle of the table there was a large flat sheet of draft paper, with one of Rung’s smaller model ships placed on it, along with a scattering of teeny tiny figurines of a few generic looking mechs placed around it. On the table in front of each chair there was a small box with a few polyhedral dice, and a glass of energon. To top everything off, there were a few bowls of various energon goodies to snack on as they played.

“Ah, Whirl, welcome in!” Rung called from the head of the table, behind a frosted tri folding datapad. “Oh, and Cyclonus and- Oh, wonderful to see you Tailgate.”

Whirl waved a bit as he sauntered around to the unoccupied side of the table.

Minimus Ambus and Brainstorm sat across from him trading quiet greetings. It wasn’t until Cyclonus and Tailgate had gotten situated in their seats that Whirl jolted upon noticing Rewind once again sitting in a chair off to the side.

Whirl cocked his head at him.

Rewind shrugged, pointing at his recorder. “My job!”

Whirl nodded, feeling a bit stupid.

Rung cleared his throat a bit, looking to Rewind for a moment, who offered a thumbs up as the little red light came on his visor to confirm he was filming. “Alright! Welcome, everyone, to the first meeting of the Rockets and Ruins club! As you all probably know, this is a tabletop roleplaying story and exploration game, meaning, you all will be playing as explorers and adventurers exploring and adventuring in ancient ruins on distant planets. There are a couple rules to go over before we-”

It was honestly a miracle that Whirl managed to focus for that much of the explanation before zoning out. He found it a bit ironic that they were pretending to do adventuring inside their own ship, which was fully capable of stopping at a planet and having an actual adventure at any time. He glanced around the table at the other faces, hoping to catch the optic of another bot who found the whole concept a bit stupid.

Instead he found Cyclonus and Tailgate both focusing on Rung with rapt attention. He could sense a modicum of excitement in both their fields, and a wash of… relaxation.

He supposed if it made them happy it mustn’t be so stupid.

He trained his optic on the bowl of energon goodies then, slowly reaching for one with his pincers. He made optic contact with Rewind as the smaller bot focused in on his servo moving, and slowly brought the treat up to the intake chute at the underside of his chin.

He gave Rewind a good look at it, lifting up his helm and munching quietly but grossly at him until he turned his lens back towards Rung.

Whirl rocked a bit in his chair as Rung continued to explain, tapping his claws against the table. Oh- his datapad! He recalled the confusing night he’d spent a cycle before trying to learn how to put together a character file. He dug around in his subspace for a second before producing a smudged and scratched datapad and pulling up his character.

“Hey there handsome.” He mumbled to himself at the shoddily drawn portrait he’d put together to adorn his character’s file. He tipped the datapad towards Tailgate, showing off the character he’d put together.

Tailgate peered down at it and smiled excitedly, before tapping at his own datapad and showing Whirl his character, a slightly better but still kind of bad drawing of a beefy looking bot with a tiny pair of spectacles and a pair of chainguns sticking proudly from his shoulders. Whirl snickered, reaching a claw forwards to start drawing spikes on Tailgate’s datapad.

“-with that all explained, who would like to introduce their character first, hm?” Rung asked as Whirl tuned back into the conversation mid shaft drawing.

“I can start!” Brainstorm cycled his vocalizer, haughtily turning his datapad around to show off a crude drawing of a ‘handsome’, slender, visored bot holding a giant canon over one shoulder. “I’ll be playing Formula, the universe’s most genius scientist.”

“Wonderful, and his class?” Rung prompted.

“Upper, but not in a kitschy way, you know?” Brainstorm said, turning the datapad back to himself to admire.

“I-I meant your character’s erm.. ‘Job’? Designation?” Rung chuckled.

“OH! Uhmmm…” He scanned his character file. “Heavy weapons expert!”

“Lovely, Minimus?” Rung shifted his gaze to the third in command.

Minimus shifted in his chair, sitting up impossibly straighter and presenting a sketch of his character, a tall, broadchested but delicate mech with a mouthpiece and a brilliant orange and blue paintjob. “I will be playing Posthaste, a military liaison and ambassador, he is of the swordsman class.” He said proudly, making sure to tip the datapad briefly towards Rewind to capture the image.

Whirl reached for another energon snack, quietly munching on it as Rung turned to Tailgate.

“Tailgate? How about your character?” He asked.

Tailgate flipped his screen around to the others, showing off his masterpiece. “I’m playing Guncrusher! He’s an archaeologist who’s also a tank, and he’s ummm….” He quickly turned his pad back to himself. “He’s a brawler class!”

Minimus leaned in to squint at the drawing in a bit of disbelief, Brainstorm doing the same in admiration instead. “Cool guns…” He whispered

“Yeah, super cool.” Tailgate said proudly.

Rung glanced over to Whirl. “And how about you Whirl?”

Whirl cycled his optics. “Me? Oh, I’m playing a scout, and you think Guncrusher’s cool get a load of,” Whirl flipped his datapad around, proudly showing off possibly the worst drawing of a mech with a hugely too kibbled helm and two big knives, “KNIFE!!”

He jerked the datapad around, making sure everyone got a faceplate-ful of his glorious creation. His character jerked a laugh out of Brainstorm, Tailgate, and Rewind, while Rung held his back behind a servo and smiled. Minimus was entirely unamused, giving Whirl a look.

Cyclonus let out a slightly forced vent, his equivalent of laughing hysterically when it came to one of Whirl’s machinations.

Rung cleared his vocalizer. “Hah, alright, wonderful, and Cyclonus?”

Cyclonus nodded a bit, picking up his datapad. “I’ll be playing Achord, a historian.” He turned the pad around delicately to show a lovingly rendered image of a black, red, and teal plated mech with a datapad in hand. “He is a medic class.”

The bots at the table gave a collective noise of impressed awe at Cyclonus’s carefully curated character portrait. Whirl cocked his head a bit. He was no Knife, but Achord seemed pretty cool. He guessed. For Cyclonus.

“Alright, with that all said- lets get ready to ‘roll out’ as they say!” Rung said, laughing at his own joke as he pushed his spectacles up his face.

The rain pounded heavily on the steel roof of the bar. It was a seedy hole in the wall, something that hardly counted as civilization, as it was one of the few mech made structures that weren't ruins on this ancient abandoned colony planet.

Slick with rain, Posthaste entered the bar solemnly, tossing a glance over his shoulder at the military shuttle that had dropped him off. He strode to the bar and took a seat next to the hulking (TG: Oo yeah, hulking is a good word!!)archaeologist that was to be his work partner for the foreseeable future.

“Guncrusher, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” said Posthaste, offering a servo in greeting.

“Oh- can i shake his servo super strongly?” Tailgate asked, turning his attention to Rung.

Rung beamed, flipping through some files on his datapad screen. “Ah yes, Minimus, Tailgate, both of you roll the icosahedron I’ve provided. You may add your strength bonuses from your character files to this roll to determine which of you shakes hardest.”

Minimus nodded, delicately plucking up the dice and tossing it into the box. He frowned, looking across the table at Tailgate as he rolled his own dice. “With my bonus that will be a ten.” He said.

“And with mine its a twenty one!” Tailgate chirped triumphantly.

Posthaste’s digits ground together uncomfortably in Guncrusher’s grip. “Quite the strength you have.” He observed, rubbing his servo upon being released from Guncrusher’s vicehold.

“Oh yeah, its like, one of my biggest features, I get to add 8 to every roll with my strength.” Guncrusher boomed.

(MM: You can’t just talk about his statistics he doesn't know that he has statistics-)

From behind the pair, there entered a new figure, slender and strapped with a canon. “HAIL AND WELL MET GOOD MECHS!” Began Formula, skipping up to the bar. “Your FINEST cube of engex please.” He crooned to the bartender.

“Oh that CANNOT be your character voice-!” Tailgate giggled.

“Oh it can- hold on-” Brainstorm turned his datapad over to Tailgate, pointing at a spot in his character notes. “Sorry it says I can do whatever I want forever.” He shrugged sarcastically.

“Only the greatest engex for ME, the GREATEST scientific genius in the entire universe.” Formula continued as the bartender exhasperatedly poured him a cube of the best engex he could muster, not that it was even particularly good.

“Ah, Guncrusher, is this another one of your colleagues?” Posthaste inquired.

“Yep! He’s the greatest scientific genius in the universe which makes great timing since we’re gonna need some scientific genius to do all the archaeology we’re going to do.” Gungrusher confirmed. Formula nodded wisely, taking a sip of his engex.

“...I see, so then is there anyone else that will be joining us?” Posthaste asked.

From over his shoulder, Posthaste could sense a sudden oncoming danger. Raising his arm up quickly, he was able to catch the stool flying for his head before it made contact.

“WHY- FOR WHAT REASON ARE YOU THROWING STOOLS AT ME!” Minimus balked.

Whirl looked over at Rung. “I’d like to roll to throw another stool please.” He said as Brainstorm cackled.

“WHY!!” Minimus wailed.

“Alright, roll your strength to throw the next stool.” Rung nodded, trying to wrestle his face into a neutral expression rather than smiling.

“RUNG!!” The third in command whipped his faceplate around to look at him in abject despair.

“There’s no rule that says he can’t throw furniture, Minimus.” Cyclonus observed as he scrolled through the rule document Rung had forwarded them.

“I got an eighteen!” Whirl cheered.

“Does that exceed your armour class, Posthaste?” Rung asked.

The stool pinged off his back plating with a loud *WHOK* noise.

“OW!” Posthaste shouted in indignation, turning around to face his assailant.

Knife held up his servos, making crude gestures at the liaison for no discernible reason. “I’m the scout! I’m KNIFE! But you can call me anytime.”

“Whirl you’re not taking this seriously.” Minimus growled.

“Rung said the first rule was to have fun and be yourself!!” Tailgate protested. “You’re having fun, right Whirl?”

Whirl beamed. “I’m having oodles of fun! ANOTHER STOOL!”

Minimus grabbed his own helm, attempting to massage his temples. “Rung may I engage Knife in battle please.”

Rung smiled reservedly. “Of course, you’ll have to roll-”

“I’d like to use my defender feature to block Posthaste’s attack.” Cyclonus interjected.

The entire table, excluding Minimus and Cyclonus, burst into laughter.

“Using this feature I can use an item of 25 pounds or lighter to block an attack from an aggressive creature up to one size above medium-” He continued, biting back a smile.

“Hehe-! Hah-! And- *ahem* and what do you use to block Posthaste’s attack?” Rung wheezed.

Steel clanged against stool leg as Posthaste brought his rapier down upon Achords raised chair as he stood before Knife.

“I’ll thank you not to assault my hired scout.” Achord said grimly. “It’s not a good first impression, ambassador.

“Oh slag.” Formula murmured.

“Oh frag!” Guncrusher whispered.

“My apologies, Achord- I didn’t know that throwing STOOLS at people you have yet to INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO was a normal occurrence for your scout.”

“You’d better believe it!!” Knife cackled.

“He’s a bit tetchy, but you get used to him.” Achord shrugged.

“Ah! The archaeological team appears to have gathered itself!” A stranger called, a broad shouldered beige plated femme with a goggled helm and blue racing stripes. “Let’s get to work then, if you’re all done throwing chairs and swigging engex.”

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“And with that, as you all make your way towards the ruins of Talavantor’s stronghold, we are going to end this session of Rockets and Ruins! Thank you all so much for attending.” Rung clapped his servos together.

The whole table let out a collective excited, if disappointed, vent in response to the close of the session.

“A wonderfully judged game.” Minimus complimented as he gathered his datapad.

“Oh yes, quite stimulating!” Brainstorm agreed through an intakeful of energon crisp crumbs.

“So fun, I can’t wait to see what happens next!” Tailgate chirped, picking up his datapad and climbing down off his chair.

Whirl bobbed his helm. “It was nice! Usually nobody lets me get away with throwing stuff at them!” He laughed.

Cyclonus nodded as well. “Thank you for the session, Rung.” He said formally, bowing his head as he tucked his chair back under the table.

The bots all passed by Rewind as they exited, Tailgate lingering for a moment.

“So do you think that you’d ever play a round?” He asked, beginning to walk down the hall beside the fellow minibot.

“Oh definitely! I love this kind of stuff.” Rewind nodded.

“So why not play for the first session?”

Rewind shrugged. “I like to get the club stuff from an outside perspective first. Its a good taste tester. Besides, aren’t you three doing the same kind of thing?”

Cyclonus nodded a bit. “Yes, Tailgate is quite indecisive. Too many fun things to try, yes?”

Tailgate chuckled sheepishly, a little hint of embarrassment in his voice. “I guess so! I dunno! I’m just big on experiences, yknow?”

Rewind laughed, nudging his shoulder pad against Tailgate’s. “You’re telling me.”

Cyclonus glanced over his shoulder as they reached a fork in the hallways, one a fast track back to Rewind’s hab suite, the other back to the couple’s unit. He made eye contact with Whirl.

Whirl peered down the hallway, frozen for a long second. He could feel that heavy feeling creeping at his spark when he thought about returning ‘home’.

“You coming, Whirl?” Tailgate inquired, snapping Whirl out of his brief reverie. He looked back, the group having stopped to regard him.

“... Yeah… Yeah, I’ll come.” He said with a bit of a shrug. “Just make better spritzers this time, yeah?” He jabbed, catching up with the group as Tailgate looked at him aghast.

“What! My spritzers are great!” He gasped, punching Whirl in the hip lightly- or at least as lightly as the outlier could manage. The minibot rounded on Cyclonus. “You said they were good!!”

Cyclonus quickly averted his gaze and quickened his pace.

“Wha-! CYCLONUS!!” Tailgate shouted, jogging after him.

Rewind snickered behind a servo.

Whirl leaned down and lowered his voice. “They’re really terrible, just have the engex straight, I say.”

“Oh, I know, they’re awful.” Rewind chuckled. There was a beat of quiet between them as they observed Tailgate chasing his speedwalking conjunx down the hall. “So… you’ve been spending a lot of time with those two, huh?”

Whirl tensed. “And whats it to ya?”

“I dunno, its just sweet is all.” He shrugged. “And its good to see you out more.”

“Everyone keeps saying that.”

“Is it unexpected? You were kind of hiding for a few deca-cycles, Whirl.”

“Not that-! I mean.”

Whirl thought for a moment, mulling over his words. Tailgate had caught up with Cyclonus, and was laying playful punches into his thigh as the taller bot pushed him back by the helm.

“... I guess I didn’t expect people to be happy about seeing me.”

Rewind was quiet for a stretch. Whirl peeked at him from out of the corner of his optic, his face inscrutable.

“I think plenty of us have reason to be.” He said finally, absently scratching at his chassis, right over where his spark would be.

There was that warm feeling again. Whirl mirrored Rewind’s motion, swallowing thickly.

“... Gross.” He breathed, scrunching his optic a bit in feigned disgust at the emotionality of it all.

Rewind laughed.

So did Whirl.

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Post chapter authors note: I DID NOT FORGET THAT WHIRL GAVE REWIND A LIFE SAVING ENERGON TRANSFUSION I DID NOT FORGET THAT! WHY DONT WE TALK ABOUT THIS MORE

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keep-the-wolves-close · 2 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 25: Or Was It 26

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, dead livestock, slight angst feelings

* Word count: 3,537ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I just got 6 chapters done, so I’m posting this lol. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Kayce walked into the bunkhouse. The wranglers and Stella milled about making plans for the week’s schedule around whatever he might have them do. He watched as Stella talked something over with Lloyd. She spotted him and abruptly stopped talking. The whole house fell silent.

Kayce cleared his throat. “We got more fences to fix. Jimmy, Stella, you come with me and Rip.” Kayce ordered as he walked out of the bunkhouse.

Stella leaned on the kitchen table closed her eyes and whispered, “why me.”

Lloyd patted her arm. “It’ll be okay, lil’ bit.”

Ryan stared at her from across the room. They hadn’t been talking ever since his discovery of the two fooling around. He struggled to believe she had done what she did, and didn’t know how to go about parenting this type of situation. He watched as she dropped her head and closed her eyes.

Slowly she lifted her head, accepting her fate. “Let’s go Jimmy.”

Stella walked the fence line behind Rip and Jimmy. Kayce was in the front. She wanted to keep herself as far away from him as possible. She hated the fact that he was technically her boss so she had to listen if she wanted to keep her income. Jimmy slowed Ray down to be next to her.

“You okay? You've been quiet.” He asked gently.

Stella knew he didn’t mean any harm, but she still got annoyed when he asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He frowned at her. “You know I don’t believe that, right?”

Kayce got a glimpse of them talking quietly amongst themselves and decided to break it up. “Hey, Jimmy,” Kayce called out. “Why don’t you ride ahead and look for the next break?”

Jimmy trotted ahead and kept walking the fence. Stella moved up behind him, aiming to be furthest in the front.

“I told him to go ahead, not you.” Kayce called out to her.

She spun Abigail to face him, fire blazed in her eyes. Kayce’s eyes widened at the hostility and he stopped his mustang. “Yeah, and I’m going ahead of him. What about it?” Rip watched closely for any sign he needed to jump in. “I know how to fix a fuckin’ fence,” she snarled. Turning Abigail around again, she legged her onward.

Kayce watched her trot off and shook his head. He dismounted and grabbed the tools to fix the break in the fence. Kayce pointed to Jimmy and said to Rip, “tell me about that kid.”

“Ah, he’s green as the grass. But he tries hard. He’s a good kid. Stella’s right about him.”

“If he was a good kid he wouldn’t be wearing the brand.” Kayce surmised.

“Yeah well, he’s a favor.”

“What about Walker? He a favor too? I just wanna know what I’m workin’ with.” Kayce worked on the fence, repairing the break in the metal.

“They don’t work with you, Kayce. They work for you. These are questions you should be askin’ your father.” Rip advised.

“I’m askin’ you.”

“Yeah well it ain’t my place to say.”

“I guess that says it all.” Kayce huffed.

Jimmy stopped to look at a steer that was nearby. Something about it looked off. He couldn’t put his finger on it. It looked miserable. It mooed at him.

Rip noticed Jimmy had taken on a side quest. “Hey Jimmy! He said ride the fence line.”

“Hey this cow looks kinda funny.” Jimmy explained.

Kayce, Rip and Stella all looked over at the steer. Stella tilted her head and pushed Abigail closer to see it at a different angle. The steer mooed in discomfort. Coming around the other side of it, Stella could see its belly starting to protrude out.

“Rip its bloat!” She called out.

“Shit. Bloat. Here.” Rip tossed Kayce his rein back. Kayce climbed up on Tank. The cow started to trot up the large hill, leading them. Rip and Kayce tag teamed the steer, getting him down on the ground.

“Kayce run him down so I can stab his rumen. Get the gas outta him.”

Rip and Jimmy hopped off their horses. Rip walked up and pinned the steer’s leg down.

“Jimmy, gimme the wonder dust outta the saddle bag.”

“The what kind of dust?” Jimmy had no clue what was going on. He led never had to deal with this side of tending cattle.

“The wound dust. Grab it outta the fuckin’ bag.” Rip opened his knife and stabbed the steer, releasing the gas. He clipped his knife shut and blew some of the powder out onto the wound.

“Wait what’s bloat?” Jimmy asked.

“He ate somethin’ he shouldn’t.” Kayce explained.

Rip handed the bottle to Jimmy and spoke to Kayce. “I don’t know what the fuck he’d bloat on. The grass is dried and it didn’t freeze last night.”

Kayce dismounted and walked up to the steer to untangle it from the ropes.

Jimmy continued with his questions. “They can’t eat when it freezes?”

“Jimmy, quit askin’ fuckin’ questions. Go put it back.” Rip wiped his mouth. “Doesn’t make any sense, Kayce. There’s no alfalfa in this field.”

Stella tried to think of a solution. It was in between her and Ryan’s birthdays, so it was weird that it happened at this time of year. “I’ve never seen one bloat in the fall.”

Rip skimmed a glance at her. “That’s cause they don’t.”

Kayce spotted another cow down. Rip and Jimmy followed behind him. Stella walked Abigail to the top of the hill with them. They came to the top of the hill and found the whole field of cattle down.

“Oh my god.” Kayce and Stella said at the same time, breathless. Neither of them had seen a whole field down.

Putting everything aside, Stella looked down at Kayce from her saddle. “You call your dad and I’ll get my brother and the rest of the guys up here.”

Stella made it back to the bunkhouse in record time. Abigail slid to a halt and Stella’s feet hit the ground before the mare fully stopped. She threw one of the reins over the hitching post and ran inside. “Ryan!” When he didn’t answer right away she screamed his name again. “Ryan!” She knew he was pissed at her, but they needed him.

“Woah Stella calm down.” Lloyd told her.

“What Stella?” He came out from around the corner looking irritated at her presence. Once he took in her wide eyed appearance. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“No,” she leaned on the kitchen counter as she tried to catch her breath. “Whole field of cattle down with which I’m assuming is bloat for all of them. We need you, now.”

“C’mon guys, let’s go.” Ryan said to Jake, Ethan, and Colby. They packed up and rushed to the barn to get their horses ready.

Once they were ready they met up with Stella outside. She waved them on. “Follow me.”

Galloping through the lower pastures and up over the hill, everyone stopped and gawked at the scene before them. A whole portion of the herd laid dead in the field.

Lloyd hopped down and started to explore. He wanted to find what had caused this to happen. Ryan joined him. Stella stayed up near Rip.

“Did Kayce get a hold of his dad?”

“Yeah, should be here any minute.”

Just as Rip finished his sentence John and Jamie showed up. John walked past Rip and Stella, muttering to himself. He surveyed the horrible scene in front of him with his hands in his hips. Every cow he looked at, the angrier he became.

“Mr. Dutton! Here’s your culprit.” Lloyd walked over with alfalfa in his hand.

John sniffed it and threw it to the ground. “This is a crime scene.” John spun around to start barking orders. “Jamie! Get livestock agents out here.” He turned to the wranglers in the pasture. “Everyone walk away! Ryan, you’re not a reserve agent anymore. You’re on regular duty. You find a way to cover this area. I don’t want a fuckin’ bird landing in it.”

“Yessir,” Ryan quickly got to work figuring out how to contain everything.

“You.” John pointed at his son. “Walk with me.” They trekked back up the hill. “Now’s not the time to talk about all the fights I’m in. Right now, this is the only fight that matters.”

“You have any idea who did this?” Kayce questioned.

John grumbled. “I know exactly who did it.” He scoffed thinking about Jenkins. “Now we gotta go prove it…,” John trailed off, already forming a plan to stop the man trying to ruin his legacy for good.

The sheriff kneeled down by one of the cows, inspecting it closely. Kayce, his father and brother stood at the base of the hill. Stella sat on the hill closer to Kayce, but far enough away she wasn’t up his ass. She stared at his back and could tell he was worried. The familiar feeling of wanting to immediately go and help him bubbled just under the surface. Her legs twitched, instinctively wanting to move closer to him. ‘You’ve done more than enough.’

Ryan stepped closer to her. Stella gave him a side eye, unsure of what his intentions were. He had been royally pissed at her, with every right, but Stella was worried he wouldn’t speak to her ever again. “Yes?”

He sat down next to her with a groan. He talked softly so only they could hear. “Did you truly walk away?”

“Yes.” Stella shuffled around and Abigail leaned down to nuzzle her shoulder. Stella wrapped her arm around the mare’s large nose. “Do we have to talk about this right now? Can it be later and just the two of us?” She fully looked at him. “Please?”

“Okay, fine. I’m still pissed at you though.”

She let out a breath, and looked down unsurprised. “I know. I’m just trying to do my job and go home. I promise.”

Donnie threw a clump of alfalfa back on the ground dismissively. “So you think this was intentional?” He stood up straight. “I don’t see tire tracks anywhere. The fence is way over there,” he pointed. “Nobody threw it over. It didn’t fall outta the fuckin’ sky.”

“That’s exactly what it did.” John determined.

“So you think someone flew a plane over here, and dropped clover on your cattle in the middle of the night, John? Think about that.” Donnie talked to John like he was an idiot.

Jamie stepped forward. “We have. A King Air was designed for skydiving so it has a side door large enough and it could hold the weight.”

Donnie questioned their logic. “Why would anyone do that? Who would do that?”

“Your golfing buddy, that’s who.” John’s gruff voice thundered.

Donnie scoffed. “Alright, John. You think that. Now why the fuck am I here? I have no jurisdiction. Cattle is your department. What can I do for you?”

“I have six full time agents and four reserves. I don’t have the manpower for this investigation. I need your deputies.” John requested.

“Ah, John. I can’t spare any deputies. County has more firefighters sleeping at night than I have on patrol.”

“You keep making my point. You wanna help? Give me deputies or deputize my men. And not in six weeks, right now. Right here in this field.” John pointed aggressively at the ground.

“Which men?”

John pointed at Kayce. “Him for starters.” Kayce came down the hill to be closer.

“John, he just put that drifter on a soup diet and you want me to license him to carry a weapon?”

Stella leaned toward her brother and whispered, “the sheriff was like this with Rip and I about that bear too. I really wanna punch him square in the jaw. Is that too much to ask?”

“Just a bit.” Stella made a hmph sound at her brother’s rejection.

“You mean the one who held a knife to his throat? That drifter?” He grabbed Donnie’s arm and walked him a few steps away. “You gonna tell me that beating was worse than some of your officers have doled out? Hmm? How many times have I stood on a podium with you, Donnie? Stood for you? You think you’d be sheriff if it wasn’t for me? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s a war goin’ on in this valley. Todays the day you choose sides.”

“I’ll issue the permit, but he’s gotta understand—,” John interrupted Donnie, nearly undermining him.

“Wait what’s happening?” Stella asked Ryan.

“I think Kayce’s getting deputized?” He was shocked just as much as she was.

“He’s trained to use it.” John defended.

“Well that’s just great, John. Now you train him not to use it.” Donnie fixed his gaze on Kayce. “If it comes outta your holster son, you’d better have an ironclad reason, understood?”

“Yeah,” came Kayce’s weak reply.

“If he calls dispatch for support, I expect you to give it to him.” John ordered. “Do you hear me Donnie?!”

“I heard you John! The whole goddamn valley heard you.”

“C’mere.” John spun away from Donnie so he couldn’t see them talking. He locked eyes with Stella sitting on the ground nearby. “We all know who did this.” He leaned toward Jamie. “You find the evidence. And when he does,” he leaned to Kayce but remained looking at Stella. “You drag him by the hair back to me.” It was almost like John ordered them to help Kayce. The siblings shared a look of concern.

The sound of footsteps approaching Stella and Ryan made her look up from her seat in the ground. Kayce hesitantly stepped closer to the siblings. He locked eyes with Stella. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked back down. Ryan watched and felt his heart break slightly for his little sister. She didn’t have anyone to blame but herself, but that didn’t mean Ryan wanted her to experience the dejection.

Kayce cleared his throat. “Ryan, I’m gonna need you to come with me to look at a few places. Stella, you stay here and help count how many down we have.”

“Yup.” She rose to her feet, and climbed into her saddle. Fixing her glasses, she said to Ryan, “be careful.” She turned and trotted back up the hill to let Rip and Lloyd know she’d be counting with them.

The silence in the truck was deafening. To Kayce, it felt like he’d fallen into a pricker bush. He had determined Ryan knew something had been going on between him and Stella by now. “Let’s get it over with so we can go about the work.”

Ryan tapped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead. There were so many things he wanted to say and he didn’t know where to begin. He scowled. “What the fuck, Kayce? What the fuck were you thinking?” Kayce stayed quiet, knowing he deserved the berating. “You should have known better. Especially since you’re still fucking married! How dare you take advantage of my sister’s feelings for you because you knew she would help you no matter what!”

“I’m sorry, Ryan. I know I hurt her, probably way past what I can fix. She stopped things and walked away. Has barely spoken to me since.”

The confirmation of Stella’s actions gave Ryan a sense of relief that she’d followed through with her word. “Yeah, well you stay away from her. You either fix your marriage, or you choose nothing. Stella isn’t for you to use just because you’re sad and bored.”

“I know, and I want to talk to her—,” Ryan interrupted.

“About what? I think you’ve done enough, don’t you?”

“I want to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed that line.”

“You’re damn right you shouldn’t have. She was supposed to be safe with you!”

Kayce looked out the window and thought hard. He knew Stella had always been safe with him and he’d gone and destroyed that. His confusion about the separation between him and Monica, and frustration at his new but old feelings for his best friend that he’d forgotten about had taken over him. Because of his muddled thoughts he wanted to forget. When he was with Stella, he could forget. He could let everything fall away and not be judged or looked at differently for his decisions and judgements. But that was gone now. He was sure of it. He’d fucked that over big time.

Kayce balled his fist. At this point he knew he had to try for his family. The life he’d worked so hard for. Then he would try to repair things between him and his best friend. If she would allow him to do so. “Yeah, man. I got it.” His phone rang and interrupted the conversation. It was Jamie.

“There’s the skydiving place in Three Forks.” Jamie offered a hangar to go look at.

“Yeah we’re headed there now.”

“And then there’s the other two, Missoula and Whitefish.”

“Nah that’s too far.”

Jamie paused. “Um, you didn’t wanna mention the trust?”

“Trust who?”

“The trust. The ranch is in a trust.”

“It is?” Kayce truly didn’t know what his brother was talking about.

“Yeah. Don’t play dumb with me Kayce. I’m looking at your signature right here.”

“I ain’t signed shit.”

“Alright. Call me when you get to Three Forks.” Jamie hung up.

It clicked for Kayce. The papers his dad had him sign the other day when he was being made an agent, must have been for the trust. Ryan glanced over at him.

Kayce ground out between his teeth. “My fuckin’ family, man.”

Stella, Rip and Lloyd trekked up the hill to the big house to tell John how many cattle they found dead. Stella winced as she thought about the number. It was hundreds of thousands of dollars that laid dead in the pasture. Stella halted Abigail when she made it to John.

The patriarch asked, “how many total?”

Lloyd pulled out his book. “So far we've found 360 more.”

“Yeah, they dropped bales all through the valley. If we push the herd down here, they're gonna get into that clover. I say we move them up the pass. Through the mountains.”

Stella cleared her throat. The men laid eyes on her. “Not to give pushback, but if memory serves, isn’t that a really rough trail?”

“It’s an awful rough trail.” Lloyd confirmed her suspicion.

John thought quickly on his feet. “Rip's right. We'll take them over the pass. You know, that goddamn clover's gonna take root. Next spring it'll be worse. We're gonna have to burn that field.”

“Just gotta be careful we don't start a fuckin’ forest fire,” Rip pointed out.

“We'll bring up water trucks. I'll have the fire department out here, just in case. I don't see any other way.” He focused on the ground. “Burn it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Closer to the barn, Rip called out for Stella. “What’re you gonna do for the night?”

“I’m gonna go home and shower. Sleep in my own bed. I’ll be back in the mornin’, don’t you worry your curly head over it, Wheelie.” She smirked at him.

He returned the look. “Be safe, ya hear?”

“Yessir!” She laughed, going to turn Abigail in for the night.

The next morning, all the wranglers were getting everything set up to go burn the fields where the alfalfa was found. It was an all hands on deck kind of situation, and Stella was just as much a part of the hands as anyone else. She helped Rip bring up the all terrains so they could make sure they were all gassed up and ready to go.

John called out to Colby while he waited on Rip and Stella. “Colby, no horses.”

Colby dejectedly grabbed the ax he had just placed on his saddle. He proceeded over to a four wheeler and placed the ax in the holder on the front. “I hate this fuckin’ thing.”

The two pulled in and Colby came over to start putting gas in the one Stella was seated on. Rip climbed off of his next to her. Noticing him stop moving, she turned and her eyebrows pulled together. The fancy silver car that was pulling up the drive to the house must have been what caught his attention. Stella got off of the all terrain and bumped shoulders with Rip. He glanced at her and walked to John, Stella close at his heels.

“Were we expecting anyone today, sir?” Stella questioned. John looked at her with confusion. Rip nodded to the car driving up the hill.

John practically growled. “No. We weren’t. You two go on up there. I’ll be behind you.”

Stella raised her eyebrows at the order. She had never been prompted to be involved in good cop bad cop. ‘I guess he was serious about involving me.’ Rip motioned her to follow him to the horses. One of the horses Colby had gotten ready was hers. She made eye contact with him and nodded her appreciation. He gave her a smile back.

Rip put on his serious voice. “Let’s get a move on, Stella!” She apparently took two seconds too long. Rolling her eyes, she spurred Abigail into action.

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queercodedvillains · 2 months

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If you can I’d love to hear the outline/tldr of your Claire’s AU because the posts under that tag are always so funny to me

So the claires au tag started because I wanted to collect all my modern au inspo posts in one place. Since it all gravitates around my beloved little terrorist Deidara, and I think he'd do great at a dead end low effort retail job with a bonus perk of bullying giving piercings to tweens and a sick employee discount, the claire's au was born. In hindsight, I wish I had called it the mallrats au, but since the fics came after the tag, we're stuck with the consequences of my choices smh.

It's expanded significantly, to the point that its sooo hard to summarize, but I'm gonna try my best here!!

My general goal is to transcribe everything we know from canon as closely/creatively as I can to a modern/90s setting. Tbh this started because I just was not emotionally prepared to handle canon!akatsuki levels of fucked up war criminals and I just wanted to put them in low stakes shenanigans that keeps the core of their characters without all the murder and angst and action (I hate writing action. Horror is fun and dandy, but spin kicks and explosions and puppets are beyond me for now).

So in the claires au/mallrats cinematic universe, the Akatsuki are just a gang of queers doing your run of the mill criminal activity. Drug dealing, car stealing, chop shopping, gun running, book cooking, you name it. They all ended up kicked out of society for one reason or another, banded together, and became mundane villains of polite society.

For example, Sasori is always depicted as tinkering with his puppets. So I decided that tendency to methodically pull someone apart and back together, that special calculating mindset that it takes to look at a body and come up with twelve different secret weapons to hide in their limbs, would make the perfect fodder for a chop shop mechanic. Stolen cars instead of stolen corpses. He seems like he got the obsessing-over-cars brand of autism and I love him for it. He's weird and reclusive and pretentious and insufferable and genius.

Deidara likes explosives, duh, but guns are so boring imo so I wanted to dig deeper into his love of temporary beauty, and how that meshes perfectly with drugs. They're ephemeral, transient experiences that fade quickly but leave a lasting impact on a person, changing their life, etc. He's also. Super fucking pretentious about it. Don't let him corner you at a party. Sasori might be the chemist but Deidara is the real brains behind the operation, and also the very willing test subject. I see him as a club kid, always on one in the middle of the crowd, and entirely responsible for the Akatsuki's branding. He designed the clouds and the patented pressed pills (we got blue teslas, they got white owls, etc) and also is solely responsible for word of mouth advertising. He's always got a can of spray paint and/or a black business card with nothing but a phone number and a red cloud. He's always bright and loud and shiny and looking for attention in seedy places, always in the middle of the mosh pit or the dance floor or some sketchy back alley or the skate park (skating is kinda like riding a giant flying bird, right?) Either way, everyone wants whatever the fuck he's on.

Together they're a power couple. Absolutely nasty, insufferable to talk to, impossible to be around unless you're just as pretentious as them about their very specific interests AND willing to listen to them bicker endlessly about their arts. Naturally, they only have two friends. Kakuzu and Hidan.

I want to dig into their backstories and relationships later, narratively, but the barest bones of it is that Hidan is Deidara's childhood friend and professional pain in the ass. Class clowns in detention together, bullying the local nerds, weirdo queer kids with serious mental issues from broken homes, a scrappy sort of friendship born out of desperation for someone Like Them etc. I mean Hidan's got a nasty sadomasochistic streak, a propensity for self harm, and an obsession with the occult so don't get me started on him as your local satanic bad influence. Their whole thing could be its own post tbh.

Kakuzu and Sasori are like crotchety old men on the porch. They like to sit in some booth at the club talking shit and looking menacing while Deidara and Hidan are busy 'advertising'. I also see Kakuzu as a bit of a mentor to Sasori, being a bit older and wiser and seeing Sasori get dragged into the Akatsuki after dropping out of med school and being disowned by his grandmother (a whole other post as well) and spiraling into shitty coping mechanisms (alcohol, mostly). Kakuzu smacked some sense into him and got him sobered up because he loves that sad pathetic wet cat of a man they got money to make!!

If and when Sasori and Deidara split up to work, I see them pairing up with Kakuzu and Hidan, respectively. Every artsy twink needs their burly body guard, yknow?

I'm maintaining their age differences to some degree, although pinched closer. At the time Mallrats is set, Deidara is 25, Hidan is 26, Sasori is 32, Kakuzu is 40. Itachi and Kisame are also mid 20s, Konan and Pain and Zetsu and Tobi are in their 30s.

Deidara centric timeline wise (and trying to stick to canon as closely as realistically possible) he gets kicked out of his house for being fruity at 14, ends up couch surfing with Hidan (having 'sleep overs', or sneaking into his room when Hidan's mom said no but didn't care enough think to look under his bed/the closet/that pile of laundry) and when he can't pull that off, staying in the mall til after closing and posting up in there all night. After a while, someone in the Akatsuki notices him kicking rocks in a parking lot and realizes they need some scrappy kid to run a backpack from one end of town to the other without getting noticed. One thing leads to another and he ends up catching Konan's attention. She (30s, forgery and embezzling specialist, dyke and mother of the house) shuffles some papers, gets him his own apartment on the condition that he works for her and the money goes from their business associates to him to her to his landlord.

I have a soft spot for Konan doing this for anyone she can. Queer kids in the 80s and 90s didn't exactly have resources, and she did what she could with what she had, handing them a way to earn their own money and a safe place to live, even if its seedy and illegal. Beats the streets! Most of them were runners for a few years and aged out, she signed their SRO apartments off to them at 18 and they moved on with their lives. There's a whole host of people who only know her as Lady Angel (winknod to canon again) because she did what she could to save em. Deidara just happened to be too good at his job and got pulled higher and higher, until he landed in Sasori's shop.

That's about caught up to what I've gotten so far in Mallrats and The Waiting Room (with so much more to go. My muse is wildly overactive for the amount of time and attention span I got). I got head canons on like all the main characters from Konoha/Suna, all the Akatsuki, and the Sanin. Where they work, how they interact, how their relationships translate to mallrat/clubrat shenanigans, etc.

Every detail Sasori and Deidara falling in love? DUH. But also........... A complete dossier on everyone's kinks? Hidan and Deidara's gay awakening? Sasori's history with Orochimaru? The absolute fuckery that is any of their home life before the Akatsuki? Brazilian Kakuzu? Jashinism in a neopagan satanic context? Kakuzu and Hidan's perfectly vicious relationship? Konan as Lady Angel? Itachi darling son of the police chief working for the mob to spite his homophobic dad? Kisame... well, idk about Kisame, but if you care enough to develop it with me I could be convinced to!! The list goes ON.

I could go into heavier detail about so much more but this is already so long T^T. If you read this far thank u ilysm and I would be so delighted to get into more if you're interested!! The ask box is always open and I am foaming at the mouth over them at the drop of a hat <3

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striped-carpet · 2 years

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M. List

Going Shopping With Some Genshin Characters:

Includes: Childe, Thoma, Albedo, Venti

A/N: Apologies for not writing in a while! Writers block has been a jerk and some personal issues have been going on. Anyway, i hope you're all well!

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Childe:

Childe is one of those people who just puts anything in the cart

If he starts to notice you catching on and putting things back, he'll try and be a bit more sneaky with it

While this primarily happens during grocery shopping, there's a chance that it can occur when you're shopping in a mall or something of the sort

He always says that it's not a big worry since he has enough money to pay for everything, but it does get annoying when he puts something in the cart that you already have plenty of at home

Outside of that, he can be pretty helpful when it comes to selecting the best brands and all that

I feel like he would be decently knowledgeable about things concerning brands and which products are the best

I also feel like he would also make jokes the entire time to keep the mood light and can be pretty funny when he wants to be

In the end he can be difficult to shop with but he does have his moments that make it worth it

Thoma:

Thoma is more helpful than anything tbh

I feel like he would be one of those people who would go around the house and make a list of whats needed

That doesn't mean that he won't get some things that weren't listed though

I also feel as though he would go for brands that he knows well rather than something new, but if he sees and/or hears good reviews of it he'll consider giving it a try, especially if you endorse it

He also probably sets a budget of how much he's willing to spend for either the entire list or possibly just something on the list

That kind of ties into the different branding situation that i mentioned before

He's another one to make jokes, but doesn't do it the entire time

His jokes are usually funny but he does have his days

Overall it's a pleasure to shop with him since he rarely causes problems

Albedo:

Much like Thoma, Albedo would make a list of things that either one of you need

Only problem is that he doesn't go around the house and look, but instead opts to go off of memory which can cause you two to forget some things

He doesn't set a budget per say, but does know when something is priced too high

I feel like he would only sneak something in the cart if he thought either one of you would like it or suddenly remembered that you needed that item

Either that or he found it interesting and wanted to try it out

Albedo can be pretty quiet, which makes you wonder if he's still around you or not sometimes

This also makes it easier to wander to different areas without you noticing, which gets kinda annoying when you're ready to check out but can't find him

At the end of the day he's another pleasant one to shop with despite his tendency to wander off

Venti:

Remember how i said Albedo has a tendency to wander off?

Yeah, well Venti does that but way louder

He's the type to shout to you about something from the other isle which can be kind of bothersome to other customers

He's had an employee come up to him once or twice and ask him to not do that, but he only half listened

At least it makes it easier to find him

He also puts a bunch of random things in the cart but can't back it up with money unlike Childe

I feel like he would enjoy riding around in or on the cart

He also has a tendency to tell bad jokes, but the amount of enthusiasm he says them with makes you laugh anyway

Another thing he does is pull you to a different area of the store to show you something cool while completely forgetting about your cart

Archons forbid he enters a pet store

He'll be all over those poor animals and probably end up buying one

I headcanon that he would keep a pet rabbit since he just seems like the type to me

Overall he's very fun to shop with and knows how to keep the mood bright. Plus you very rarely loose him with the amount of shouting he does

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes and have a great day/night! :)

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@iron--and--blood

yep! now, this is not a direct cause and effect situation--i doubt that friedrich and (most) of his contemporaries would have been particularly enthusiastic about the nazis since most of them were very much in favor of creating a unified german state based on the classical Liberal ideas behind the french revolution, so their brand of patriotism can't really be compared 1:1 with national socialism, but the Romantic movement in general--in the various german states as well as france especially--helped pave the way for the nationalism of the 20th century

i could tell you what parts of friedrich's biography appealed to the nazis--the desire for a unified german state, his role in creating a more or less unified German Culture--the fact that he really hated napoleon....but i'm going to point out what aspects of his art the nazis really liked instead

let me start by explaining capital-R Romanticism. Romanticism as a movement has its origins in late 18th/early 19th Century...well, what's today mostly Germany. it started as a literary movement--the word "Romantic" ("Romantik" in German) originates from "Roman", the German word for "novel"--but quickly moved to other media as well. Romantic art and literature is primarily concerned with the Sublime, looking to nature and the past as sort of the idealized state of the world. high drama is also often involved, though friedrich's works display this drama through dramatic landscapes so it comes across as more sublte to some--a good comparison might be the works of french artist theodore gericault, whose paintings usually featured human subjects and were often explicitly political in nature (raft of the medusa, for example). Romanticism in the German states also involved a lot of trying to unify various german cultures, folklore, etc. into a single, National identity. this is when Hochdeutsch begins to be standardized, for example. the Grimms are key figures in that as well as "standardizing" fairy tales.

so, caspar david friedrich. let's use one of his paintings as a quick example for some symbolism

(Abbey in the Oak Forest, 1809-10, now at the Alte Nationalgalerie in Berlin)

the ruins of the abbey--obvious connection to religion and nostalgia

the oak trees--like the remains of the abbey, they reach up into the sky, connecting the earth to heaven

oak trees are also a german national symbol, and they are a recurring presence in friedrich's works. german Romantic landscapes are a bit less obviously nationalistic than US Romantic landscapes, which often played into manifest destiny and the idea of "pristine" nature--but that connection is still there, and it's crucial.

so, the nazis. they liked quite a bit of Romanticism in general--after all, it is in many ways the origin of modern german culture, and german nationalism (in all meanings of the word). you don't have modern german identity without it. friedrich's art expemplifies this on several fronts, as well as fitting their ideals for what art "should" look like (kinda funny in light of the ideals of Neoclassicism, which Romanticism was in part a rebuttal against, but ah well). friedrich was also by then* sort of a national figure when you talk about the history of german art. so the nazis liked to use his stuff a lot and regarded him as sort of an ideal artist.

*he spent most of the 19th century, even in his own lifetime, sort of forgotten about, because public reception of Romanticism has...varied over time lol

the german language wikipedia article on him has some good books mentioned on the topic, as well as some books written by the nazis about him, if you'd like some further reading and you can read german academic stuff lol

#this goes in my #kunstgeschichte #tag i think

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Opinion on the little shop tv show? How do you think the og cast would react to meeting the little shop cast?

(Another great question omg)

Little shop is very famously not very good,it's rated 4.1 stars out of 10 for a reason. I'm not going to lie I haven't finished little shop and when I initially watched it a year or so ago I was blinded by the fact it was little shop of horrors related.

It's actually not that bad for a kids cartoon based off a horror-musical and there's actually a lot of references to the 1960 film(despite it not taking place in the 60),which is done in a kid friendly way.

-The charcther Burson Fouch,a customer who eats flowers,is shown in the shows Halloween episode

-Seymours mother who every time shes on screen either malingering (pretending to be ill or injured) or shes some kind of hypochondriac,is instead like a health nut whos allways working out. I think that's really nicely done.

-there's a really funny exchange in I believe married to the mush(correct me if I'm wrong)

Mushnik:"What happened to the fire prevention show?"

Audery:"It burnt down"

Seymour:"It was a accident "

(The idea of Seymour just setting a fire in the last place you'd except to start a fire is very 1960s Seymour who everytime hes on screen seems to fall to his death)

-Audery's personality is way closer to that of 1960s audery but more childlike.

Audery seems to want a new job every episode and in episode 2 she has this pretty story line.

So In that episode Seymour is placed in home ec and there's a whole masculinity plot going on with him. Audery is very unhappy to be in home ec,she wanted to be in shop class since she's more of a tom boy.(I think mushnik made her take the class?he's her dad in this btw) but suddenly the teacher roles out a fridge and she's all like "I know what I wanna be now"

And I'm thinking "uh oh there gonna make her give up her personality to be like a house wife or something" which for the musical audery would be perfectly fine because she wants that but little shop audery is clearly very against it.

Do you know what job she wanted? A fridge repair women. She was so excited to just like fix a fridge. It's super funny.

-the dentist rols is actually kinda shared by a 2 characters. Paine driller and Dr.driller. Paine is the son of Dr.driller and he just bully Seymour.

There's this reoccurring bit where he like slingshots Seymour with his headgear and its pretty creative.

(paine also has like a motorized bike that resembles a motorcycle)

His dad is obviously a dentist but he's less "get off on the pain I inflict" and more money motivated. As he's pulling out a guys teeth he's taking about how he's gonna get a new car.

Little shop is kinda a perfect blend of old and new when it comes to the little shop of horrors franchise which is perfectly on brand.

Now on to the second part of your question. I don't think you mean the og actors meeting the voice actors and so I'm gonna give a little rundown on if the characters would like get along.

-the Seymours definitely would he's pretty much the same (not counting the short stories) musical Seymour would definitely be the most confident which is not saying much.

-I don't really think the auderys(plants) would get along very well there alll kinda different. Audery junior (movie) was found in the Amazon and dosent really have a personality besides wanting blood,It also has a really high voice which is funny. Twoey (musical) is from outer space and is confident and knows what it wants and it's pretty silly. Junior(cartoon) has like a bart and millhouse type friendship with Seymour and just kinda causes problems like a asshole and gets Seymour blamed. So it be very interesting to say the least.

(I eventually wanna talk about the different plants and there powers and origins and stuff)

-on the otther hand the human auderys would 100% get along great no doubt about it.

-mushnik is mostly the same throughout,only difference is gravis(movie) Is nicer to Seymour and less of a stereotype(and also kinda hot) so it probably go ok for them

-the dentists (I call them that because they all have different names) are all very very different characters.

Farb(movie) is one of the most normal little shop of horrors charcther ever. He does still engage in malpractice but he's actually sanitary,dresses properly and actually has like a kinda valid reason? Like he only intentionally hurts people when they wrong him like people who forget to pay and Seymour when he forgets his flowers.

But he still does his job,like he tells Seymour he'll rip out all his teeth but he only gets the one he needs to remove and he's not a bad person outside of work. He's described as a crummy dentist but a nice guy by Seymour when he's feeding his remains to junior.

Gravis Mushnik is also fine with him if he was this horrible person Gravis would probably comment on that. Farb is a little goofy but he's not that bad.

Dr.driller is also like really normal,he's money motivated but ok?that's his job that's why you work. He also seems to not know he's causing pain to his patients and he seems like a pretty decent dad.

Orin is just fucking insane,like batshit crazy. I have now clue how ashman saw farb and got orin our of it. Sure farb is described as sadistic (not by any charcther on screen) but he's nothing compared to Orin.

I think the 3 dentists interacting would probably just orin making the other 2 uncomfortable.

But yeah loved this question! I'm so happy to answer these little shop of horrors asks!!

#little shop of horrors #little shop of horrors audery #cartoon #seymour lsoh #orin lsoh #audrey lsoh #lsoh twoey #lsoh #mr mushnik #orin scrivello #seymour krelborn

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The Actor & I: PART TWENTY-EIGHT – Anastasia? Are You Ok?

This is part TWENTY EIGHT of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

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Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: *this next entry will discuss an abusive relationship (emotional and physical) can DM you a recap w/out that part of the story if you need!* Possessiveness, smidge of misogyny, Smut, Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

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The next few days at work fly by as I’m busy preparing to be out of office for over a week to travel to Memphis with Austin, Baz and a few other people from Baz’s team. By the time it’s Friday night, I regret making plans tonight with my friends, but it’ll be good to see them and decompress from work a bit. I change into a black dress after getting ready for the night with my friend Nicole. I’ve been drinking a bit while getting ready and decide to take some pictures and actually post on Instagram, which is not very on brand for me. I giggle posting the photos thinking they’re a bit risqué of me in a mini dress on the bed, but who cares.

A few hours later, we’re leaving dinner with a group of friends and head out to a club, which is not my thing at all, but it’s for our friend Justin’s birthday. Awhile after being on the dance floor and drinking a bit, I decide to sit down and check my phone. As soon as I see the notifications, I feel like I sober up a bit. 3 texts from Kelsey, she’s with us, why is she texting me? 5 texts from Austin, I….

I decide to open Kelsey’s texts first since it’s weird she’s texting me since she’s with us, but she runs over to me before I can read them. “Ana, did you see what I sent you?! Why is he commenting on your Instagram. Like he deleted it, but still,” she screams over the music pulsating through the club. “What,” I yell back at her. She points at my phone before sitting down next to me. Her texts look panicked starting with, “OMG!” to “ANA!!!” and then finally a screenshot of my Instagram. Austin had commented a red heart emoji. I feel myself blush but try to hide it from my best friend.

I then realize I had texts from Austin. I rush to open them but try to shield them from Kelsey who is right next to me.

“Ok, I went to the grocery store and you’re going to think I’m crazy for how much stuff I bought.”

“I know we’re hanging out tomorrow, but what are you up to tonight?” “Your post…you look really great.”

“Where are you headed tonight?”

“Sorry for all the texts, I started drinking with some friends and…I just wanted to talk to you.”

I smile at the last one because I too want to talk to him. I kinda miss him even though we spent a lot of time together this week… As I’m deep in thought about texting Austin back, I see the last person I would ever want to see. What is he doing here? I need out of here.

I feel Kelsey grab my arm and I look at her. It’s the look best friends know what it means right away, “No I’m not ok, we need to leave.” She nods and grabs her purse and I follow suit, but as we’re getting up, my ex, Brandon, approaches me and leans down whispering into my ear, “Oh hey, Anaaa. You look good.” I roll my eyes and nod as politely as I can while gripping onto Kelsey’s arm for dear life.

I look over at my friend Justin and yell over the music, “I’m sorry to leave early on your birthday, but we’re gonna head out!” He comes over and whispers in my ear, “I don’t know why he’s here; I don’t even know the last time I talked to him…” I shrug and hug him as I try to make my way out. Before I can get away from our table, Brandon comes up and tries to pull me away from Kelsey. Kelsey pulls me on the other side of her, placing herself between me and my ex as she shouts at him, “Not tonight, Brandon. Just leave her alone.” Apparently, this is loud enough to get a bouncer’s attention as a bouncer makes his way over to us. I make eye contact with the bouncer and then look at Brandon and it seems the bouncer understands as he goes to ask Brandon to leave.

Kelsey and I try to leave the area, but with a rope tying off the area, we get a little stuck. Brandon comes up behind me following the bouncer and says loudly for anyone to hear, “You look good for a slut. Anyone want an easy time? Look over here.” I try to hide myself out of embarrassment for the scene he’s causing and to hide my expression from Kelsey. I don’t want her to see he still has the ability to make me feel so small. We broke up a while ago after I finally realized he was being abusive to me and it’s taken me time to heal, but his words still hurt. Kelsey pulls me out and before I know it, we’re in an Uber headed to my place.

Once we get back to my place, she offers to come up, but I just tell her I’m tired and gonna go to sleep. I promise to text her the next day and then head upstairs. The minute I get inside I slide down the other side of the door and just burst into tears. It’s not so much what my ex was yelling, just the place it brought me back to. I work so hard to not think about my past and anything that happened with Brandon but seeing him and feeling his grip on my arm. I feel my phone vibrate in my bag and pull it out. It’s just Kelsey letting me know she got home and to call her if I need her. I gasp for breath in between tears and switch from my messages to the phone call screen and before I know it, I’m waiting for an answer.

Eventually, I hear Austin say, “Anastasia? Are you ok? It’s so late.” There’s no way he can’t hear my tears as he then just asks, “Are you at home?” I nod and realize he can’t see me nodding, but I cannot bring myself to stop crying as I just whimper out, “Yyy-es.”

He firmly responds, “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 15 minutes, ok, Anastasia?”

In what feels like no time at all, Austin arrives to my apartment and softly knocks on the door. I’m still sitting on the floor right against the door, so I just slide up and open the door. Austin is in a t-shirt and sweat shorts and his face falls as soon as he sees me. “Oh, Anastasia, what’s wrong,” he asks as he walks in my apartment and closes the door behind him. He pulls me in immediately into a hug and whispers, “It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He kisses the top of my head and guides me to my room. “Do you wanna take your shoes off and I’ll get you something comfy to wear,” he asks, but I grab his arm. “Don’t go, please,” I quietly beg. I slide out of my heels and lay down on my bed. Austin sits in the space next to me and I can feel him looking at me trying to figure out what to do or say.

Ana, you need to say something. He isn’t your boyfriend, but you called him and begged him to come over.

I tune my thoughts out as I don’t have the energy to be thinking about work or what Austin actually is to me. I just needed my friend who would be there for me without question. Kelsey wouldn’t judge me, but she would just tell me to wisen up and not dwell on it. She’d be right, but I just need to let the emotions out. I can’t bottle up how much seeing my ex and feeling his skin on mine, even if just a brief second, hurt me. It took me back to such a dark place.

While my head is spinning, I realize Austin has gotten up from the bed. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna get you some water,” he says as he bends down to me and rubs my cheek softly with his thumb. I nod and he hurries out to my kitchen. I see him come back towards my bedroom, but he goes into my bathroom. I try to relax my mind and calm myself down to stop crying. I can feel my tears streaming down my face, but I finally am able to catch my breath and feel the sobbing stop.

Austin appears at my side crouched down facing me. He has some Tylenol and water held out for me, which I gladly take. He takes the water glass and offers me a make-up removing wipe, which makes me giggle. “There she is,” he smiles softly at me. I take the wipe from him and sit up a bit to take my make-up off. Once I’m done, he caresses my face with his thumb and says, “Much better.” I can feel more tears coming as I lay down again and I quietly ask, “Come lay down with me?” Austin with zero hesitation slides out of his shoes and is laying down opposite me. He wraps his one arm around me and uses the other to rub my arm. He quietly asks, “Anastasia, do you wanna tell me what happened?”

I sigh and quietly say, “No, but I feel like I owe you an explanation.” He turns me around so I’m facing him, and he says, “You don’t owe me anything. We can just lay here until you fall asleep, ok?” I nod and stay laying facing Austin. I run my fingers on his chest over his t-shirt. His eyes darken quickly, but as I look up into them, they soften back to their normal icy blue and he softly says, “Everything is gonna be ok, Anastasia. I got you, just go to sleep, baby.” I don’t have the energy to fight him on calling me baby, but I can feel my body react for a moment. I get so caught up in my thoughts…

He’s just a friend… but why is he calling me baby? Why did he rush here in the middle of the night? I was ignoring his texts and he came to me immediately when I called… Why is he looking at me like that? I just want to kiss him…

In order to stop from thinking so much and doing something I regret; I decide to open up to him. “I was out with some friends and my ex was at the same place,” I start to say quietly. Austin’s eyes look at me with such focus, like he isn’t just focused on what I’m saying, but how I’m saying it. “We broke up on pretty bad terms… at first, he was my everything. My first boyfriend and my first…well everything. Brandon started out great, but then he was a bit controlling and would lose his temper with me, but just get angry. Then he’d start grabbing me too hard or shoving me, but he’d always apologize like it was an accident,” I continue, and I look away from his eyes. “I remember the first time Brandon hit me, he apologized immediately. I thought I was done right away. But he was so apologetic I took him back a few days later. But then he just kept doing it. He’d hit me or shove me, apologize and we’d move on before he did it again. He started just demanding I stop going out with friends and I really never saw them for months. I had just turned 19 and he took everyone away from me,” I say as I look back up at him.

Austin’s eyes are locked on me, and I can see anger in them. He looks so hurt and I feel bad for unloading this on him. I think he can sense my thoughts as he says, “Anastasia, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to keep going if you don’t feel comfortable. I’m here for you, no matter what. You’re at home. You’re safe. I have you.” I look down from his eyes that are locked into mine and he reaches down and grabs my hand. I look back up at him and he quietly says, “I’m always going to make sure you feel safe. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop you from seeing him tonight.” I squeeze his hand and say, “I want you to know everything. It’s important.” He looks deep in my eyes, like he’s trying to get in my head to know what I’m thinking. He nods and I continue, “I was in class one day and ran into Kelsey, who immediately knew something was off. I didn’t look like myself, I was weak and just drained of any visible life, pale, thin and just no light in my eyes. It was summer, but I was wearing long sleeves and pants. She got it out of me that he was just hurting me, but she didn’t need to know anymore.”

I start to cry and Austin pulls me into him as he strokes my hair and says, “Anastasia, you’re so brave. You’re out of that time in your life and you’re so loved. You have everyone here for you and you’re safe.” I start to cry even harder. He barely knows me, but knows what I need to hear to be comforted… I bring myself to stop crying and continue, “I spent months living with Kelsey after she helped me just load up my stuff and never even say anything to Brandon other than ‘I’m leaving.’ I changed my number, stopped using social media and just learned to be myself again… My friend group, which was also his friend group, stopped hanging out with him. I really had a clean break from him once I regained my sense of self.”

Austin looks deep into my eyes as he pulls me out of our embrace and says, “I’m so happy you were able to do that for yourself. It’s why you so strong willed, you can really do anything you set your mind to. It’s why I like being around you so much. Anastasia, thank you for telling me.” He pulls me back into him and I grip my arms around him as we’re laying in my bed, on top of the covers and facing one another. I feel so much lighter after telling him all this; like he really knows the real me now. It’s ugly, but it’s what made me the person I am. “He’s the only person I’ve been with and just hearing him say things about me… just really affected me and I just had to come home,” I whisper, and I can feel his body tense up. Austin says, “Anastasia, don’t worry about anything he has to say. I’ve got you.”

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Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 4: God bless America

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

I've stayed in the tower for about 2 weeks now. Tony didn't just let me eat, sleep and repeat. Instead, he put me in the training sessions with Natasha and Clint.

"You're doing great Y/N" Natasha winks at me

"I bet you can now beat all of the Widows out there" Clint pants on the ground

"Well.. I learned from the best" I've trained for 2 hours now but honestly I don't feel tired at all

"I think we should end it for today, Clint and I have some birthday to attend" Natasha says as she walks to the lockers

"Oh, it's Cooper's birthday right?" Yeah I think I can remember Clint's son's birthday

"Yeah. He's turning 23 this year. They just grow so fast" Clint sighs

"Soo.. he's the same age as you, Y/N?" Natasha looks at me teasingly

I know what Natasha try to imply

"Yeah yeah, and stop trying to set me up with him, I'm really not interested in anyone right now" When I was in my world, I would simp over all of these heroes, I mean look at their faces, their arms, their abs. Those comic suits are just super tight. But when I finally met them in real life, I was kinda intimidated. I mean they are real people. There are some differences. Or maybe I just prefer the 2D guys.

"And also I can not leave the tower. You know?" Yes, I can say that Tony is imprisoned me. He got this new security system that I can not hack. It would change its own password every time if someone typed the wrong password.

"Well, you two have fun ok? Maybe bring some leftover cake in for tomorrow too" I say and waving them a goodbye

And now I was left alone again.

I walked to my room, took a cold shower, and now I'm lying in my bed, playing with my phone. I don't know if my phone has some bugs or if it wasn't meant for multiversal traveling but my battery has been 100% all along since I arrived here. But I guess it's a good thing because of course I didn't bring any chargers with me. And yes I did try to find some charger, but it looks like in this universe, no one knows about my phone brand.

I wonder what would happen in my real world, is my mom gonna be shocked if she couldn't find me in my bedroom the next morning? who's gonna do my laundry? what if my professor gives me F for not attending classes?

As I was drowning in my own thought. My bedroom door swung open.

"What do you want Tony?"

"Get ready, we're going out"

"Where? Can we just go tomorrow? I'm super tired right now?"

"Do you want to go back to your universe or not?"

"Say no more pops" I jump out of my bed and run to my walk-in closet to start throwing some clothes on me

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At the Avengers mansion

"Why did I have to live in that tower when you have this big a** mansion?" I turn to Tony as I can see how big the Avengers mansion is

"You didn't tell me you want to live here"

"Well. I didn't know that YOU who already has a gigantic tower in the middle of the city would have another enormous mansion in the same city too"

"And you said you know everything about everyone"

Tony really tests me so much lately.

"Well Tony Stark in my universe only has a tower and it has been sold to Reed Richard now"

"That is nonsense, why would I sell MY tower to that man? Smartest man alive? My a**, did you know that he kick me out of the Illuminati? My own secret team? that son of a bi***"

"Language. Tony. There are a lot of minors living here according to my good memories about the Avengers mansion"

"Yeah, and today we're visiting one of them too"

"Who?" I have no idea what Tony's planning to do

"First. Let's go inside"

Tony scans his eye to the door and the access granted. We walk inside the mansion. And I am just speechless. It is sooo big and so gorgeous. It's giving the old money vibe. Nothing says Tony Stark. No hi-tech monitor, no talking security system.

"Wait here" Tony says and walks into another room

I sit on a couch and look at the picture near it. It was a picture of the Young Avengers. Wow, they're not anything like the Young Avengers from where I'm from. They're comic accurate I would say.

"Is she here yet little hawkeye?" I can hear Tony's voice from another room

"She's upstairs, I'll text her, and stop calling me that. My name is Kate" I guess that would be Kate Bishop who's Tony talking to

Whoosh!

Ouch. What is that noise? It is so loud.

"Stop doing that inside of the house. Your portal is burning the carpet again" Kate scolds

Portal?

Oh my god. How could I never think of her in the first place?

Then Tony walks back to the room I'm sitting in.

"Here. Y/N. Let's meet America Chavez"

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So now America Chavez is the 3rd person who knows about me coming from another universe.

"Can you really bring me back to my universe?" I ask her

"Yes. I never fail" She answers proudly

"Then.. what're we waiting for?" Tony adds

"You want me to open a star portal here? In this room Mr.Stark?"

America asks and looks at the other room with a concerned look

"Yeah you're right, let's go outside, is the backyard ok?" He asks

"That'll do sir"

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In the backyard

"ok Y/N, are you ready?" America asks

"ok, I'm ready. Let's do it" I hold my breath as she holds my hand

Then she tries to punch something in the air for about 2-3 times

"Why is it not working?" She asks herself

"What do you mean it's not working? You said you can control it now young lady" Tony asks

"And I mean it sir. This week, I've been traveling through a lot of universes" America panicked and look at her hand, still trying to create a portal by punching the air

"Hey. It's ok. I'm not in a hurry" I try to calm her down

"Y/N, wait here for me ok?" She says and lets go of my hand. She closes her eye and punches the air again. Now there it is. A star portal.

"See? sir. I can really control it. I can open a portal. This is a portal to my universe" She talks to Tony

"What about her universe?" Tony means mine

"I don't know sir. I can't open a portal to her universe. It's like I can't reach her universe. It's like her universe is not in the same system as ours"

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jadenvargen · 2 years

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your kiraodo melted through my brain like acid and feels like someone smooching my heart directly!!! but also jay what odo childhood novel (and is it good and should I read it)

ACH i’m glad I really love ’em… omg I have so much to say about the novels I feel like I’m gonna ramble for a hundred years but TLDR; they’re the terok nor trilogy and they’re called night of the wolves, dawn of the eagles, day of the vipers, and are about the occupation of Bajor from the cardassian DS9. the ones concerning baby odo’s upbringing are dawn of the eagles and night of the wolves:)

honestly i skimmed them a lot for character parts because the writing and OCs didn’t really have me hooked personally, but oh man those parts were stellar. It skips a lot since it follows a lot of chsracters but we get Odo learning to talk, babbling like a baby and being a creepy little slime baby not knowing how to make a real body :) Just adored it! Also his basic education, confusion about gender(yayyy), confusion about identity, and very downplayed but still present mora brand parental abuse. more details and rambles about the novels and details under readmore LOL

Also, Odo’s first years outside. We also get his days as an officer. One ”oh huh” thing is that Mora says it’ll be at least 10 years til he’s can think and function like an adult when he starts working, (which I find particularly interesting as he remarks to Laas he first gained sentience 30 years ago in season 7— making him 23 at the start if the show, and the youngest core crew member any way you slice it.) (extra extra funny that In the beginning script Odo was pitched as a ”middle aged clint eastwood type”— gee, that changed quick!)

We also get Kira’s resistance days which I think tend to be written in a kind of corny YA fashion but it might be fun for some people! And also get a Quark Odo meeting much like in — and we also get Odo’s first-first time seeing Kira when she breaks into his lab, which I think is extra gender fun because he thinks she’s a boy before he’s like wait… she has a different vibe…. bit corny but fun:) Odo also helps out with Bajoran resistance fighting as he gains further understanding, and in fact it’s Kira who recommends him for the job of security chief at DS9 so Ok. Interesting.

Some Odo exerpts I think are very. Good! :]

All in all I’m kindof a snob when it comes to published writing and also I hate most DS9 novels they’re all well, tv tie-in novels but also theu’re either boring as hell, misogynist, racist, or like everyone is an evil sex pervert. The Terok Nor ones are fine, buuuut I would honestly skim if you’re not a diehard for lukewarm space politics, I don’t think the conflict or OCs are especially interwsting and the first book is just about Dukat and Doesn’t explore him in any way I personally find interesting. Dawn of the eagles can be found on internet archive but the others aren’t hard to find Somewhere if you catch my drift.

Also if by any chance you’re interested in any other DS9 pockets my two cents are the only ones that are fun are:

-the tempest

-vengeance

-devil in the sky

-saratoga but only the subplot where odo has to impersonate quark for a ferengi deal the sisko plotline is hell on earth😔

and a stitch in time is widely recommended but I’d skip tbh… or like the parts on ds9 with julian are good, but i cannot say i care at all for the cardassian maze runner divergent ghoul school, nor the way any of the women are written lmao and i read classic french lit for a hobby so u kno its bad if i cant stand it it’s literally the she breasted boobily down the stairs meme😂 i never read the 34th rule because i found its concept extremely tasteless. like really… anyway sorry for the ramble I just get really excited talking about star trek tie-in novels.

TLDR theyre kinda boring but have fun parts and are avaliable free online so i mean why not?

++Odo’s first words and some other Le Swag Baby Odo scenes:)

#ask #long post #sorry am a geek at heart!! i will geek out >_<

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jackfm · 4 months

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[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! JASPER ‘JACK’ TOMKINS just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a MODEL / OWNER OF GLOW. that can’t be easy, especially at only 35 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit RESTLESS and STUBBORN, but i know them to be GENIAL and DILIGENT. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to BROOKLYN! — (penny, 24, gmt, she/her, none)

fullname: jasper henry tomkins. nickname(s): jack ( used by everyone ), jas ( usually just close friends / family ), jasp ( uncommonly used ). age: thirty-five. birthday: july 6th. gender / pronouns: cis man , he / him. orientation: homosexual / homoromantic. place of birth: oxford, england. current residence: 'vintage' loft apartment, brooklyn. height: 5'9. personality: considerate, pragmatic, evasive, self-critical.

born and raised in oxford jasper's parents were both teachers ( mum of biology & dad of history ) and he the youngest of three, with an older brother & sister. while his siblings followed in the academic path set by their parents, jasper was consumed by a love for ballet from a young age.

he attended the royal ballet school for several years thanks to bursaries, but at eighteen suffered a back injury that had to be treated with surgery and though he mostly recovered ( it still plays up every now and then ) but decided then it wasn't the career path for him.

so he started a degree in music and drama at university and ended up doing some modelling for fellow students in fashion and photography. with their encouragement & his family's, he built a portfolio and approached several agencies. he began part time work straight away ; dribs and drabs here and there, but enough for jack to find a real passion.

dropped out of uni and struggled through a few years of ups and downs ( mainly downs ) in london. his luck started to turn at 23 and this prompted his move to new york two years later. the ups and downs ratio slowly shifted towards more of the former and at 26 he booked his first real editorial shoot in an issue of harper's bazaar.

after this he started earning regularly in editorial and commercial fashion; enough to move from his first dingy brooklyn apartment and start saving. his ownership of glow came completely out of nowhere ; jasper would never dream of being a business owner. until, of course, a club space not far from his home became available. it is maybe the most impulsive thing he's ever done and for sure he has stress dreams about it since taking ownership with a friend ( maybe a wc ?? ) two years ago, but it's done and glow is now his baby. he still models & loves it of course, but channels most of his energy into glow.

it was always going to be an lgbtq+ space and it had been a club before, so that was a pretty easy decision. but it's by no means just a club. downstairs is only open from the evening and is the designated club space ( though there are alcohol-free & relaxed nights even in the club ), but upstairs is a much more relaxed space with a bar and cafe capabilities. jack really wants it to become a community hub of sorts.

headcanons

is probably a relatively mid to high-level model. he's had his fair share of shoots in popular magazines / work with well-known brands so recognisable to an extent, but not considered a supermodel or a household name, really.

supports local small businesses ( esp queer ones ) at any chance, whether in the club or through investment, sponsorship, whatever. he has money ( like, a good amount of it ) & kinda status for the first time in his life so is always trying to find ways to share it out and make sure as many people benefit as possible.

has been known to randomly appear at the club's karaoke night and take part. usually a wham! song or never gonna give you up if he's feeling funny. if he's not modelling, he can usually be found at glow, obsessing over one thing or the other and being a typical perfectionist / stress head overthinking things.

bubbly af ; just wants to be friends with everyone. lowkey golden retriever energy. some people-pleasing tendencies but he's getting better since being in business and realising that sometimes it's very important to say no.

a dreadfully hopeless romantic. his dating history has, like his career, had many ups and downs. still firmly believes in love and the idea of settling down with 'the one' which has been his most recent dating goal though he's fallen out of the scene a lot with being so busy.

i'm building a wee plots page here but it's bare af & i would frankly lay down my life for any plots at all

#boroughs.intro #this is pure gibberish but we move !#pls love him. he will love u

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ethereal-feline · 6 months

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The Genshin Impact/MHA Fic Ramble because I just remembered I can spew whatever nonsense I want lol

In no particular order besides maybe chronological

-So I already rambled about Tokoyami in Fontaine

-Basically he just shows up in the Fortress of Meropide, gets mistaken for a monster, and when Wriothesley goes to take a look its mostly Dark Shadow going hammy and cheese because not a lot of light

-Wriothesley figures out the light weakness quickly and does a Big Brain move with my totally headcanoned plot device

-The plot device being that the Fortress has an emergency system, including lights, if something breaks but it takes like 10 seconds to kick in so yes Wriothesley managed to survive at least 10 seconds against Unhinged Dark Shadow

-While this is happening someone went to get Neuvillette

-Tokoyami wakes up with amnesia because why not but he conveniently does have some form of ID but its all damaged beyond the plot convenience of his name but its actually his hero name so for the majority of the time Tokoyami is going by "Tsukuyomi"(his hero name)(I'll keep using Tokoyami because reasons)

-Also Ominous Dream Voice with Ominous Vague Statement lol

-Time for more general musings because this feels long already

-Wriothesley refers to Tokoyami as "little monster", first as a nickname of convenience since he didn't know his name, then it starts becoming a term of endearment, kinda eases up on it when Tokoyami voices his discomfort with the nickname, but finds Wriothesley means well and lets him continue

-Neuvillette was kinda more concerned for Sigewinne's safety but warms up to Tokoyami/"Tsukuyomi", especially when he sees Tokoyami around the Melusines

-Because some part of Tokoyami still remembers mutation Quirks and thus doesn't really bat an eye at Melusines despite them being a whole different species

-Also Tokoyami referred to both Wriothesley and Neuvillette as "Your Grace" for some time because I thought it'd be funny lol

-Dark Shadow likes to start fights with Wriothesley

-Wriothesley keeps a kamera(as Genshin spells it) to flashbang Dark Shadow if need be but he's become vigilant of lighting in the Fortress so he hopefully doesn't need it often

-Not sure if I want MHA characters have Visions but if they did Tokoyami gets Anemo Claymore

-One because he fits the brand apparently for Anemo guys(short emo with sad backstory)

-Two because give Tokoyami a giant sword

-And also all this time Tokoyami has: 1)Accepted the idea he might have been a bad person or at least broke the law in some capacity to end up in prison 2)Been looking to clues to his past and knows he's missing someone important to him

-Its Hawks btw but he doesn't know that yet

-If parole didn't exist before Wriothesley is making it a thing now to let Tokoyami serve the rest of his sentence(if not dropping it entirely)exploring Fontaine/Teyvat because reasons

-See Wriothesley's line about not wanting to keep a pet because no sunlight in the Fortress

-Anyways Neuvillette allows this

-BTW the prevailing theory between these 2 was that Tokoyami came directly from the Primordial Sea...somehow. But at this point they aren't keen on throwing him in to see if he dissolves back

Gonna end it here but meanwhile Hawks is in Mondstadt being a headache to the Darknight Hero but that's for another day 💜

#ether rambles #genshin fic #mha fic #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley #neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #mha tokoyami #fumikage tokoyami #Also I think Tokoyami and Furina would get along very well #In a way that they share a brain cell #long post #Crossover #Have fun I guess lol

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ramblrthebloghog · 1 year

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Total Eclipse ‘Review’

Just like with Shadow Fall, I will be going through Reboot Archie’s ‘Total Eclipse’ arc to see if Ian is in the right regarding Shadow or if maybe he just isn’t great with him. While I’m primarily looking at Shadow, I’ll also be looking at other things that stood out that I found incompatible with game lore or with game characterizations. Not posting a page means I didn’t really find something worth bringing up or praising. I did read through The Great Chaos Caper since that arc comes between Shadow Fall and this one, and I can safely say it was pretty good aside from the quirks of handling Tikal and Chaos, and having to sit through Ian’s Deadpool Bean. But I’m not really interested in talking about that one critically.

I addressed Team Brand and GUN last time, but in short, my stance is that there’s no problem with them working for GUN as a team here, but it’s also not bad or wrong for Sega to reject it today. Shadow is off to a good start. Omega isn’t. I can see and understand the easy comedy, but like, scroll for a minute through something like Colors DS’ script. Omega does nothing there but speak factually in his robotic way, yet the situations and scenarios are still funny, like Orbot and Cubot panicking. The comedy is placed on them in that instance. Him muttering the way he does in this page could be argued as humanizing, but it’s anti-Omega in my book. What’s interesting is that a comedic panel later with Fixit describing his function achieved this pretty well. As I’ve gone through Shadow Fall and now this story, I realize I probably should’ve gone back and added from the start that this was going to be a criticism of Ian’s Omega as well. Sorry if this gets redundant. As for Snively… I don’t particularly care for Reboot Snively, because Preboot Snively was more interesting, and I know that Reboot Snively had to be different from previous incarnations, so it would be kinda silly to judge him for “not matching up to SatAM Snively” or something. So I guess we can mostly ignore him unless it’s in regards to another character that matters.

Which comes up in the page after as he tries to order Shadow around. I appreciate Shadow’s response both to Snively and to the implication of needing Knuckles’ cooperation. Rouge is done pretty good. I can appreciate the meta humor of Omega destroying the Barrel of Doom, or the cool factor of seeing Shadow’s legs spin like Sonic’s running or Shadow zooming across water. The next few pages are all pretty good so far, actually. Knuckles is done well. Relic is one of my favorite Archie OCs, she’s a cute and lowkey addition and gives Knux someone to bounce off of.

The Omega and Fixit panels I was referring to earlier. This is good comedic Omega.

This page could go either way. Shadow would usually not have anyone sway him in his goal (as seen earlier in this very issue), but Rouge IS one of the few people who can wrangle him, I suppose. Even IDW works off of this logic during Chao Races and Badnik Bases. So it’s not bad per say, but walking a fine line on interpretation. Eclipse is also great in the next few pages. I enjoy how much he cares about the Dark Arms, and I chuckle at him calling Rouge and Omega “Shadow’s minions.” Great little imp. He once again is able to play some mind games on Shadow, but it’s excusable as part of his anti-Shadow repertoire, I suppose.

Onto Issue 2, and there it is. The page starts off strong with a heartfelt plea from Eclipse, and then just goes down the drain as Shadow recites yet again that his reason for fighting is Gerald and Maria. That extra reference box down there really throws salt in the wound by adding “Shadow the Hedgehog”. Adding it in there is almost thoughtless, like either the writer/editor did not understand Shad05’s ending if they knew of it, or simply didn’t care because their perception of Shadow is strictly “Maria”.

Rouge and Knuckles begin to have a conversation about Knuckles’ being shackled to Angel Island and the Master Emerald, a hot topic amongst the fandom for years that persists even today. In our present 2023, Sonic Frontiers has come out, and the English script pushes the notion that Knuckles will be more open to taking breaks from his duty (the Japanese script doesn’t align with it, but that’s irrelevant to my larger point). This itself is in-line with the idea that Knuckles is envious of Sonic’s free adventurous lifestyle despite his commitment to his duty.

I’ve always considered Ian someone that understands Knuckles and does him well. And I’m not expecting this 2014 comic to be in line with the ideas from a game that came out 8 years later. But the arc right before this one referenced that Knuckles is a treasure hunter, although rather jokingly. Knuckles does want more for himself, but he answers to a higher calling. And this page isn’t treated as him coping, either. He’s portrayed as content. And don’t get me wrong, Knuckles doesn’t dislike his job or staying on his island. But to say he doesn’t want more is wrong.

I like Monster Form and all, but it’s just dumb to have Shadow try to use Chaos Control when he knows he can’t in Eclipse’s presence. And then they go out of their way to have Eclipse explain that “it wasn’t the new Black Comet”, but that was literally not in question.

This page from the second issue of Shadow Fall shows us everything we need to know. Shadow is made aware that it’s Eclipse’s doing and asks how, and Eclipse gives him an explanation. If this was about portraying this power to a potentially unfamiliar audience, which I doubt it was but whatever, then you could’ve simply had either one of them say a line about Shadow not being able to rely on his Chaos abilities when fighting Eclipse as he usually would, as opposed to him trying, failing, and getting punished for it. To be clear, I’m not mad about the optics of Shadow jobbing to Eclipse. I’m mad that this is the manner they chose to execute it, where Shadow is stupid instead of just overpowered, which I would’ve had no problem with because I liked their clash in Shadow Fall.

This page is mixed. On the one hand, the Master Emerald isn’t for just anyone to use. It’s not just a giant Chaos Emerald, contrary to popular belief. That’s why Sonic can’t actually go Super off of it. Sonic can’t use the Master Emerald, and Knuckles can’t use the Chaos Emeralds. That being said, this *kinda* feels like it’s in the realm of possibility, since it’s using Chaos Control. And there’s no denying the pure cool factor. So I wouldn’t be opposed to giving this idea another shot with modern, hands-on Sega. Though, Shadow’s Chaos Blast doesn’t line up with what it’s actually supposed to be like, but I guess we can say they were working off Chronicles or something and didn’t know better. This also establishes that Eclipse’s block can be overpowered if Shadow has a big source like that, which is neat confirmation to have.

Onto Issue 3. I don’t love the cocktease of this cover, because Eclipse doesn’t end up using the Master Emerald. I know it’s comic’s industry, but still, that would’ve been cool to see.

Shadow decides the Master Emerald needs to be moved. I enjoy that callous pragmatism from him and it’ll of course lead us to Shadow vs. Knuckles. I also enjoy that Shadow initially tries not to waste time fighting before he’s forced back into it. Beyond the earlier speed bumps, Shadow and Knuckles have mostly been pretty good. And Rouge as well, seen now.

Rouge has been great the whole time. And she’s not bad in IDW either, so it’s funny how that works out. Omega on the other hand… yeah. And while Knuckles and Shadow’s fight is nothing short of awesome, with Knuckles’ determination, sensing Shadow’s Chaos Snaps, and setting him off with a Sonic comment, Omega continues to be… yeah.

First Monster Form, now Dark Arms, and that’s on top of Chaos Control and anti-Shadow power. Eclipse is stacked and I’m here for it.

Anyway, Omega here is powered by a Chaos Drive. In the games, his power source isn’t revealed, which is pretty common for character robots like Metal Sonic or Gemerl. I would’ve preferred they kept it vague and just had Eclipse tear him up, because either way, Fixit was going to fix him. Omega debuted in Heroes, so having a Power Core might not have been out of place, but I assume he was given a Chaos Drive to match GUN’s other robots, which are all powered by Chaos Drives.

Onto Issue 4. This page is an ambitious one. Knuckles delves into his purpose, and Shadow says he can find a new one. And it’s ironic because Shadow isn’t consciously written like that in this take on Sonic. He’s written like his purpose is still Muhria’s wish and keeping her promise, as seen in this very arc, which means that this otherwise decent effort comes out hollow.

I think it’s safe to say this is just inaccurate fanfic, though I’m sure this was part of some bigger plan or something.

There was no need to use Tikal’s Prayer here. I get it was just trying to be cool or focus his energy or whatever but when Knuckles punched the Master Emerald in SA2, it didn’t need all that. I see the appeal of Shadow questioning if it was Chaos Control, but it’s ultimately kinda forced. That being said, the statement and apology he tells the Emerald itself is sweet.

A minor nitpick, but it’s annoying to see them reference ‘Sonic 3&K - the game’ as if Snively was a part of it. I get he was part of that adventure in this verse, but it’s just kinda disingenuous and tacked on. Otherwise, I’m glad Rouge comforted Knuckles here.

Last thing I wanted to say, but I think the decision to shatter the Master Emerald was incredibly smart on Ian’s part. Nowadays he complains on the podcast about “getting him off the island” (because Knuckles palling around with Sonic is just top priority for his character and the story), but this was an excellent compromise that allowed him to travel and adventure around while maintaining his duty and purpose. A lot of times, when people say that Knuckles should ditch the Master Emerald and Angel Island, or he should just get someone to watch it for him, it makes me feel that these supposed fans don’t truly value Knuckles and just want him as a toy in the box. If that’s the case, so be it, but don’t pretend it’s a matter of critical discussion at that rate.

In regards to Shadow, this arc was slightly a step up, but as a whole, I think I enjoyed it a lot more and it overall had less “problems”, or at least, what I considered to be problems as listed here. I guess that’s obvious from the difference in lengths between this review and Shadow Fall’s.

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