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zelmyna-dragonheart · 10 months

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I don't normally scream about other people's rottmnt au on here, but @somerandomdudelmao 's Cass Apocalypse Au is driving me up the wall, and I have words!!

Everyone who is reading the series knows it is currently in the process of Casey Jr. resurrecting his uncle/dad's.

Theory Time!

First off, let's go into why Casey can do this.

Yes, Cass has confirmed that the memory spell that was used was mixed with a time travel one. Thus, using one's memory's as a gateway to not only traverse time but dimensions.

However, Casey Jr. is able to see spirits when he does this but also remains physically in the present - which leads me to think that he is being astroprojected across time and space as a literal spirit. Hence why he can visit his memories and the past without altering the events on a physical level. As a spirit, Casey Jr. can see and engage with other spirits in existence at that time.

In the powers of spirit to spirit interaction, he is the only person alive who can literally pull other spirits through dimensions. With his body anchored in one time branch and his memories anchored in the other one, Casey Jr. Is the literal bridge for spirits to cross from one to the other.

No matter the condition of the spirit.

Theory #2

Cass has shown us F.Mikey communing with his ancestors when Donnie originally pasted on. It also was largely suspected the krangg could destroy ninpo and spirits.

With the Hamatos, spirits and ninpo are consister linked if not one. So, of course, when Casey Jr. travels back to his past in his time branch and is able to intact and unintentionally pull Donnie's disintegrating spirit into and out of time with him; Casey Jr. effectively saved Donnie's ninpo. Immediately after his recuse, Donnie admits that his NINPO is in shambles and that he is doing everything in his power to hold it together.

With this confirmation in mind, let's have a look at the conditions surrounding the other turtles' ninpos and spirits.

First off, Raph

Raph's spirit and ninpo were perfectly healed and intact with in the robot body Donnie created for him. The only thing is that Raph's 'body' could be turned activated or shut down. Like a Fullmetal Alchemist parallel, Raph's soul, spirit, and ninpo are housed within a metal container. In episode two or three, when Casey Jr. found the robot, Raph was reactivated after an emergency shutdown that lasted YEARS.

His ninpo and spirit woke up. Know that, shutting himself down again to allow his generator to be redirected as a power source would not kill Raph but rather put him to sleep. He would never die but remain suspended for all time, trapped in his metal shell until someone reactivated him.

This made Raph not only be the easiest but most accessible spirit for Casey Jr. to rescue. Raphs' spirit would have remained there, in perfect condition, for however long it took for Casey to get to him.

Now, let's look at Mikey.

This old mystic warrior was the most in tune and most powerfully adept with his abilities. Drained he may have been, Mikey said that opening a time gateway would use whatever he had left. His mystic powers and ninpo are linked. Opening the time gateway was a strain on his spirit, his ninpo. He was literally splintering apart as he opened the portal. In Mikey’s moment of death, he pushed the last of his ninpo in the portal. His ninpo burst like a firework.

At this point of this written theory, Mikey's has not been rescued.

This leads me to speculate the condition and difficulty of said rescue for one Casey Jr. Mikey's soul is untrained by Krangg's chemical warfare, so it is not in danger of disintegrating but nor is his soul bound to a metal shell, his spirit is actually free to reform and rejoin his Hamato clan.

This leaves Casey Jr. vary little time to connect with Mikey's spirit. There is the option that he will witness Mikey's ninpo shattering into a million pieces. However, he may also be witness to Mikey's ninpo, in stark contrast to Donnie rapidly decaying ninpo spirit, pull back together. In glorious younger self. All golden and whole.

All that training and usage of his ninpo would have given his spirit and ninpo the ability to reform faster than one that was infected with a ninpo-distorying illness. This moment, where Mikey spirit lingers before ascending or choosing to join with his ancestors, Casey would have to approach.

Then again... Mikey could also rather stick around and wait for Leo to join him.

Option 2 is that when Mikey explodes, Casey Jr. would have to act fast to catch the ninpo pieces upon explosion. I like option number one a lot better.

Regardless, Mikey could be a time sensitive rescue. Mikey is quite literally a wild card in this realm.

This brings us to Leo.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

It's not a secret that Casey has related to Younger Leo about how his future self was a shield for Mikey's ninpo.

F.Leo is shown to have sacrificed the use of his ninpo, or lack there of, to draw the Kranggs apparently one-time-use ability to lock or damage ninpo/magic on to himself to free Mikey to mystically blast Kranggs to oblivion. In contrast to Mikey's fully intact Hamato ninpo, Leo's utterly demolished ninpo is in full view for us to see .

How it got way we can only speculate - but it may have been sacrificed to help Mikey originally and never fully recovered. F.Leo even claimed once, after using his ninja skills of speed to confuse and irritate Krangg into using that ninpo destroying sonic wave they have, that he had no magic or anything for them to destroy.

So here is the thing. If a Hamato spirit and ninpo are one in the same... where does this leave Leo's spirit? His soul? His ninpo? It's all in pieces, broken, destroyed. Claimed to no longer exist. But the pieces remain.

They are pieces in a container. Like how Raph's spirit and ninpo were contained in metal, Leo's broken ones were still collected together within his living body.

So what happens when Leo's body is incinerated by that krangg's beam death? Like his twin, Leo’s spirit has been affected by the krangg and was unable to heal. There is no holding himself together here. He is most likely already like clear glass like pieces on the breeze or scattering in the wake of the after math. Destined to fade from existence.

He's the most likely to join his Hamato ancestors immediately, but without the ability to pull his ninpo together on his own, Leo would take time to reform with the Hamoto Clans help.

If Casey is to save Leo's ninpo and spirit at all, he would have to find away to collect the pieces of Leo's shattered ninpo once the beam hits.

Another problem, if Kraggs technology has the effect of destroying one's spirit, Casey's astroprojected spirit could be in danger if that death beam gets too close. He wouldn't be able to save his sensai and himself if that is in the way and active.

Saving Leonardo's shattered spirit and ninpo would not only be near impossible, but a definite risk to Casey Jr.'s own spirit. Astroprojecting his spirit still puts put's his life in clear physical danger of coming in contact with spirit damaging tech. Saving any remnant of his sensai's spirit and ninpo is going to acquire a plan. Or dumb luck.

That being said... Donnie is our evidence that even in pieces, Leo could be saved. Casey Jr. would have to get dangerously close to the death beam. That or stand among the lingering pieces of Leo's soul as they float for a moment in the aftermath. In any instance, all Casey Jr. would need to do is come in contact with any of these spirit partials, and they would all be sucked up in to him.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure Leo's broken spirit would be overly responsive to any of Casey' Jr. 's concerned shouts, if at all. But Casey would be able to feel him.

On returning to the present, we know from Donnie that krangg effects are left behind. This would result in two ways of Leo being resurrected.

1. On returning to the present, Casey would scramble for the cloning tube and instantly deposit the ninpo fragments. Leo would return with a new body shell for his broken bits. In this case, Leo would probably be comatose for a good long while until his pieces, now cleansed from anything krangg, reform and heal in safty.

2. Leo's ninpo is too weak to transfer into his clone and takes refuge in Casey instead until his cleansed ninpo pieces find a way to pull together. Maybe with help from Mikey?

Also, could Casey house two Hamato souls at once? Since Mikey and Leo practically died at the same time.

Because to wrap horribly long theory thread, I would almost expect a spirit Mikey to tell Casey's to grab Leo first then come back for him as Mikey's spirit is safe in the aftermather of the death beam. If Casey housed two Hamato spirits at once (headache just thinking about it), then Mikey mystic warrior aspect could collect and even help mend Leo's shattered ninpo.

But in conclusion, F. Leo is the most at risk and dangerous Hamato spirit to rescue. Logic states that there would be a possibility that F.Leo may never get rescued and be a lonely turtle spirit with his ancestors after. However, this is Cass's Au and Donnie of all people is defying logic. So I predict that some kind of Dumb Luck option from above will be Leo's saving grace. I just feel Casey Jr. is going to have a few singe marks on his soul to tell about when all this is said and done.

TL:DR - Raph was the easiest turtle to rescue as his spirit was stuck in a tin can. Mikey is a wild card in terms of spirit condition, but saveable on a time limit. Leo is the most riskiest and dangerous to save with a broken ninpo.

Casey Jr. and Donnie have no fear.

Live on future turtles!

#rottmnt #cass apocalyptic series #tmnt #zel talks #theory time #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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inky-duchess · 4 months

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Asks for a Royal WIP or a Royal AU.

What rank is your OC?

How are they addressed?

Do they always expect to be addressed formally at all times? Are they comfortable with it?

Where do they stand in the succession? How do they feel about this?

What sort of succession system is it? Agnatic? Primogeniture? Gender-biased?

What sort of monarchy does your OC belong to? Do they like this style?

What's your OC's opinion on Monarchy? Do they believe in it? Are they for or against? Reasons why?

How did the dynasty come to be?

What is the dynasty known for? Are they bloody like the Tudors? Are they fabulously wealthy like the Romanovs? Are they... A loving family like the Hapsburgs? *opening twangs of Sweet Home Alabama*

Is the dynasty old? Or new? How does this effect how they operate?

Are they traditionalists or modernise?

What do the people think of the royal family? Are they headed toward Monseiur Guillotine? Or treasured?

Is there a famous ancestor they look up to? One they would rather not speak about?

Are there any pretenders to the Crown? If so, who are they and why do they believe they have a right to the throne?

What are some monuments built by the dynasty?

What are some duties your OC is expected to perform? Military service? The bestowing of honours? Attending the monarch at large events?

Does your OC dislike living in the public eye? Or do they believe it's part of the job?

Where does your OC live?

How many palaces, castles and homes does your OC call home?

Has your OC ever been on a tour of their country? What's their favourite region?

How does your OC view politics? Are they a reformer or do they prefer to hide from change?

Your OC has a day engagement. What do they wear?

Your OC has a state occasion. What do they wear?

Does your OC enjoy ceremonial ornaments such as orders, tiaras, uniforms and crowns? If not, why? If so, why?

Do they enjoy large public occasions? Do they enjoy the pomp and ceremony?

Somebody has neglected to bow/curtsy in an effort to insult. What does your OC do in response?

They encounter somebody who doesn't recognise them but they are friendly. Does your OC a) immediately inform them b) leave them off and just have a nice chat c) other option.

Are they known for their fashion taste?

Does your OC do any charity work? What are some charities they support?

How does the press characterize your OC? Are they a darling or a devil?

Your OC has been the target of some bad press. What to they do to straighten out the story?

Has your OC ever escaped the palace for an adventure?

What are some famous pieces of jewellery owned by the royal family?

How does jewellery work in the family? Who can wear what pieces? Who decides this?

Do they have servants? Is your OC liked by the servants? If not, why?

Are they close to anybody who isn't royal? A servant? A companion?

Does your OC ever hate being born royal?

Are there any restrictions on them because they are royal? Can they marry as they like? Live how they want? Is there anything they are utterly barred from doing?

What are some expectations your OC must live up to? Can they fulfil them? If not, why not?

What are some ridiculous rules they must follow?

How rigid is royal life?

What privileges are they entitled to?

How does being royal effect how they act? Are they predisposed to snobbery? Or do they believe themselves above others?

Have they ever had a scandal? If so, details.

What is your OC known for? Their hardwork? Their duty? Their wild social life?

If your OC ever had to choose between what's best for the Crown or themselves, what would they choose?

If they are ever offered the chance of power, would they oust the monarch?

If the monarch was in danger of running the country into the ground, would your OC rebel against them?

There's a revolution and everyone wants the royals dead. What does your OC do? A) Join the Revolution B) RUN C) Stay and keeping living the high life (god that mob is getting close) D) Betray their family and give them to the mob to save themselves.

Your OC has been invited to a large party on the eve of a very bad disaster which has killed and wounded many. Do they attend the party? Or head to the site to help or at very least show they care?

I will accept asks for Misha, Olezka, Katya, Sergei.

#OC ask game #Royal OC ask game #Royal ocs #Royal au #OC asks #Royal #writing #writeblr #writing resources #writing reference #writing advice #writer #spilled words #writers

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mylittleponyauprompts · 4 months

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Heavily alternate universe

An AU where Cadence and Sombra are biological siblings. Born in the age of the Crystal Empire at it's peak, Sombra was the first born and Cadence the second born. Cadence doesn't remember much if any of it, being nothing more than an young child.

Sombra however was jealous of her, she was born with their mothers inherent talent in emotion and mind magic. Meaning that she would one day be able to sync up with the Crystal Heart near perfectly just like their mother, meaning that the throne is going to this tiny pink child and not him. He felt cheated. He had worked years to master the few emotions and mind magics he has. Why should the throne go to this tiny little child and not him when he's been working so hard. Why do his parents get to choose who gets the throne. He can't bring himself to hate his little sister, she didn't choose this she was just born into it. And he can't bring himself to hate her when he's the one taking care of her so often, with how busy their parents are in politics.

He eventually rebels against his parents, turning them both to Crystal and shattering them. While he also turns Cadence into Crystal, it is not to shatter her statue. the small amount of bonding they have done had gone to his heart, he would be unable to kill his sister even if he had planned to. Turning Cadence to Crystal was that hopeful part of his mostly darkened heart that someone would be left behind to be able to stop whatever he had become. And when he and the Crystal Empire are banished below the ice of the frozen north, Cadences statue is left behind in the snow. Eventually being found by explorers one fateful day, leading to a family of earth ponies many years down the line being confused about their family heirloom now being a living breathing Pegasus child. Who eventually goes on to ascend into the alicorn of love, and sent back to the very place she was born.

Optional additions-

Their mother is The lost Crystal Princess Amore. Their other parents could be an Umbra from the comics, that seems fun!

I can see Cadence wanting to try and reform him once she finds out she's related to him.

Sombra probably had a freak out internally when seeing Cadence holding the Crystal Heart. Looks so much like their mother, it has to be his sister right? Who else could it be. She's an alicorn now? He's strangely feels proud of her when he gets nearly destroyed by the Crystal Heart

Sombra might have been extremely jealous of Cadence but he didn't really hold his grudges against her specifically. He held them against his parents. In fact his parents were so busy with politics half the time that it was him raising Cadence with the help of staff.

I can see Cadence having strange dreams about the crystal empire and sombra. Her dreams about sombra are usually not nightmares. Except one. Why is this dark unicorn she calls her brother turning her into Crystal, and.... is he crying?

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Concept. Brewing.

I'm obsessed with AUs where a character dies and then comes back (often with time travel, sometimes without) as… a cat. They have information and secrets and maybe superpowers and also no thumbs. Or speech capabilities. Or respect.

I want to do one and IDK who or when.

Easy option is "Vader dies and is trying to Fix things but the only person who knows this kitten is a reformed Sith Lord is the ghost of Qui-Gon Jinn, who is also currently invisible to everyone except sometimes Yoda."

Probably a time-travel AU just so I can toss "a Sithly kitten" into the nebulous period between TPM and AotC and have the Jedi (or someone) deal with... This random cat that does things like "Attempts to maul the chancellor" and "Bites Pong Krell" and "naps and purrs on the lap of one random tog initiate."

I do feel a little like putting Vader in the Temple gives him way too much opportunity to actually influence things. I need to give him trouble. I need him to face numerous obstacles.

I could toss him into Naboo but. Consider Rattatak

Ventress is now being bullied by a Formerly Sith Cat that is trying to push her back into being Not Sith and also trying to fix up a ship to get her off-planet because uhhhh fuck this, the Jedi need to handle this angsty teenager, Vader is NOT interested.

Though if Ky Narec is still alive that could also provide options.

Ventress: This is my… emotional support animal. The Jedi as a whole: That is an entire-ass Sith Lord. Anakin, yowling: [former!] Everybody: [fails to understand him]

From @lizasweetling:

the lack of respect is so actively funny especially if he's Post-original-Trilogy, so he's been walking around being totally unreasonable as people cower at his approach for like 18 years to- aaaw what a cute kitty!! that thing about cats and being a supreme killing machine that unfortunately only weighs 7 pounds

#Darth Vader #Anakin Skywalker #Qui Gon Jinn #Asajj Ventress #phoenix posts #time travel #animal transformation #animals #cats

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 days

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i love a longish fic where kurt and blaine are already dating and it’s set in high school. i don’t mind what story line, i’m just craving some established relationship in highschool please and thank you !!!!

Here are some that follow canon or adapt it, when they are based at McKinley, or together at Dalton. Try McKInley or Dalton!Klaine tabs also. ~JEn

The Architects of Life by misqueue

Follows the development of Kurt and Blaine’s relationship in the canon timeline from 3x05 “The First Time”.

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Shiftings by @chazzam

The shift in their relationship didn’t come out of left field at all. Beneath the surface, things had been changing all along. This fic describes what changed in Kurt ant Blaine’s relationship to make him realize that his feelings for Kurt were more than just friendship.

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Fade Into You by Lady Callista

Nine moments between Kurt and Blaine showing all the love, trust, and just plain adorableness that they’re known for. From before their first kiss until after their first time, enjoy these moments that somehow got misplaced or were just not appropriate for television.

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A Caution to the Birds (Blaine Big Bang)by xsaturated

“You didn’t transfer schools for a better education or a change of scenery, Blaine,” his father reminds him, not unkindly. “We sent you to Dalton so you would be safe.” Or the one where Blaine’s junior year at Dalton means a boyfriend who is now his competition, a family who are only ever predictable when it suits them, a transfer student with a penchant for stirring things up, meddling Warblers and the realization that the safe option may not always be the best one. A season three!AU.

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Start of season two onwards, so a build up to 2X16.

99 perspectives on a single love story by @spaceorphan18

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

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Not already dating, but get together quickly:

Go Your Own Wayby zavocado

Kurt Hummel just wants to get through his Junior Year at McKinley in one piece. But when the new guy from Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys takes an alarming interest in him, he’s certain he’s going to be in for a wild ride. Badboy!Blaine, Klaine

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#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #mckinley #Highschool!klaine

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thegreenlizard · 2 months

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Not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising (II)

This is a drabble for“Not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising” AU. It’s three disjointed pieces of tell don’t show in a trench coat, but I was trying to organise my (and Obi-Wan’s) thoughts, so it served a purpose. It’s not quite the path that that would take Obi-Wan to the conclusion at the end yet, but it might be pieces of it.

“All a jedi must do, padawan, is follow the Light. The rest is window dressing.”

—patron saint by spqr

What would have happened if the republic hadn’t miraculously been given an army just when they needed one, Obi-Wan thought. Would the republic have been overrun? No, the separatists wanted to secede, not conquer. More likely, the senate would have been forced to issue a draft, which would have been immensely unpopular—as the Military Creation Act had been, before the discovery of the clone army—both among the wealthy and influential core worlds who feared their populations would not accept it, and the Rim worlds who feared the draft would draw from their populations disproportionately. It would have made war less popular, less supported, and protracted war doubly so. It would have lead to seceding worlds facing less opposition, and the republic having less brute strength to force them to stay. It… would have meant the republic would have had to make concessions, reforms even. It would have meant diplomacy and negotiations would have to be attempted if all our war wasn’t an option. It, in fact, was exactly what the Jedi were meant to do.

Not this: commanding an army of slave soldiers to fight a war to force worlds to stay in a republic they no longer felt served their needs. To keep power in the hands of those who already had it, but weren’t willing to compromise to keep it.

In the days following the Military Creation Act and the draft of the Jedi Order, Obi-Wan had kept thinking back to something he had been told years ago, while he was still a padawan. Obi-Wan had been some months out from Melidaan, still on a probation, still trying to reconcile his experiences with the expectations of the Jedi. He had been trying to repair his frayed relationship with his newly reinstated master and had been hesitant to bring up any of his doubts. They had taken an easy diplomatic mission to Alderaan where Obi-Wan had met Bail, then still Prestor.

Bail had been a few years older than Obi-Wan, still growing into himself, but already he had had that core of duty and integrity that Obi-Wan had never ceased to admire. And he had told Obi-Wan something then, that had stayed with him all these years. That it was the duty of any leader, to serve the people whom they lead.

It was not the teaching of the Jedi. The Jedi taught that their duty was to serve the entire galaxy, and all sentient life therein. The Jedi were not leaders, but diplomats and arbitrators, facilitators of a different kind. But service and duty were baked into them in the crèche all the same. And there was something about Bail’s wisdom, that had resonated with Obi-Wan as he kept getting missions that turned into firefights and sometimes all out wars.

Obi-Wan already lost his argument with the Jedi Council then. He had only been a lowly knight and had been in the position to argue in the first place due to his mission debrief after Kamino and his lineage relationship with his great-grandmaster Yoda. But in the end, he had been told in no uncertain terms that the Order was not in a position to refuse the draft or to fight the Military Creation Act.

It had been a bitter pill to swallow. To go from Kamino, where the lights of the clones had shone so brightly in the force, as unique and riotously colourful as any city despite the outward appearances, to Geonosis where the lights of both Jedi and clones had been snuffed out in troves. He had been feeling sore in the force, from all those deaths. As far as he knew, the campaign was still ongoing, but he had been recalled to Coruscant to give his mission report in person—and to accept his assignment as a general of the army.

Only to then realise that the newly passed Military Creation Act afforded the clones no civil rights, not even sentient status. To realise that the Jedi were just… going to accept it, because of politics and of the greater duty they could apparently serve.

Frankly, if the Jedi’s duty to all sentient life did not extend equally to the men under their command, then Obi-Wan no longer cared about following the Order’s rules. He would never stop being a Jedi, but as Qui-Gon had once put it, being a Jedi was about following the light—the rest was window dressing.

But now, his duties as a Jedi were to include direct command of soldiers. Men, whose wellbeing relied on his decisions. Men, who would live or die on his word. That was not the case with other sentients of the galaxy, who were free to make their own decisions. Didn’t that make his duty to his men greater, not lesser? Didn’t that make it primary?

Obi-Wan had always struggled with attachments. But he did not know how to fight with divided loyalties, how to split his heart and portion pieces of it carefully, calculatingly. There was no room in war for it. He had always given all of himself to the fights he chose. To Melidaan. To Mandalore. To their people. He did not know how to do any less now.

He felt like he was at the precipice of something, at a fork in the road before him where he could only choose to walk one path but not another. He had a choice: his men, the order, or the senate.

He had, he realised, had to make the same choice before: to be a Jedi, or a general. To serve the people, or his mission brief. He had already made his decision and had kept making it over the years. And he found that it was not so hard to make again, after all.

“It is the duty of any leader, to serve the people whom they lead,” Obi-Wan starts haltingly.

“My primary responsibility—my primary loyalty—is no longer to the Jedi Order, the senate, or even the republic and its people. It is to the men under my command.”

“If these duties conflict, I will put our men first.” Obi-Wan willed his commander to understand. “We will fight, and we will die. But only as long as it is in the pursuit of the common goal our men choose to make those sacrifices for.”

“Any man who wants out of the fight, I swear I will find them a way.” He would. It would be difficult to smuggle deserters out, but he would personally falsify death certificates for everyone who’d rather take their chances outside GAR.

“I will not force you to fight. I will not be your slave master. If you would rather strike out at the unknown regions, just give the word. If you’d rather dump my ass before you go, just give the word. If you’d rather I step down from the command and start fighting for your rights in the courts, I swear I will pull every favour and piece of blackmail I have accrued during my diplomatic career. And if you’d rather break your chains—Cody, it wouldn’t be my first slave rebellion.”

Obi-Wan rises from his chair and drops on a knee in front of his silent commander. He pulls his lightsaber from his belt and offers it to Cody.

“So you see, it is not you who are at my service. It is I who am at yours.”

Cody doesn’t know what to say to his general offering to commit treason for him and his men. The man has literally gone down on his knee to, what? Swear loyalty to Cody, a clone? This is so far outside the parameters of his training that Cody might just as well have been transported to another dimension entirely. And he does not know what to say.

The general, still kneeling at Cody’s feet, tries for a smile though it comes out more as a grimace.

“You don’t have to say anything, commander. We can pretend this conversation never happened. I know I haven’t earned your trust yet. You don’t have to decide anything now.”

Kenobi gets up, sits back in his chair and scrubs his face, looking a little lost. Then, to Cody’s horror, he starts undoing the plates of his armour and pulling open the body glove underneath.

“Did you know that there’s a word for a freed slave who enslaves others?” Kenobi asks conversationally and tilts his head until Cody can see his bared neck. It’s pale, like the rest of him, and there’s a band of twisting scar tissue around it. Cody must react somehow, because Kenobi nods and starts putting his armour back to rights.

“Depukrekta,” he says with disgust. “I wasn’t a slave for very long, in the grand scheme of things, but I…”

“I—to be frank, I considered resigning from the Order and refusing the draft entirely in protest. But I thought you and the men at least deserved a choice in how you wanted your battles fought.” Kenobi shrugs and adds ruefully “And the option of resigning publicly is still open, should you wish to be rid of me.”

Kenobi, having said his piece, slips quietly out. Cody states after him for a long time, thoughts whirling. Then he comms Fox.

#drabble #plot bunny #tcw au #blanket permission #codywan #or gen #space bunnies

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thetomorrowshow · 5 months

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pulled over

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

takes place about a year after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: mentions of police, past abuse

He’s thinking about going back to school, honestly. He’s not sure what sort of career he’d expected to get with a degree in architecture—hopefully one where he got to plan cool buildings, but that clearly hadn’t worked out too well in his favor. And while he’d still like to do that—his sketchbooks are filled with designs of gothic-inspired houses and improbable city buildings—it’s an unpredictable enough job that he’s not sure what sort of hours it would be or if someone is even hiring.

Not to mention, he has money. He gets a pension from the city (an excessive amount, in his opinion), so he doesn’t really need a second job. Which is why he’s been thinking more about going back to school. More of something to fill his free time, really.

He’s not sure what degree he’d be looking for—computer science? Theatre?—and he’s just scrolling through the course options at ECU when he hears the jingling of keys in the door.

Usually when Jimmy enters the house, he calls for the cats and coos at them both, before planting a kiss on Scott’s cheek on his way to get down the box of Dreamies.

Today, the door shuts without any fanfare. The cats come running anyway, of course, and Scott opens up the tab for the glassblowing major before he registers that Jimmy hasn’t said anything yet.

He looks up. Jimmy is sitting on the floor, holding Norman close to his chest. His shoulders are shaking.

Scott’s up and headed over before he can even think about it. Once he does think, though, he realizes that Jimmy is on the floor and he is standing and with what seems to be a poor emotional state, that could trigger a flashback very easily.

He drops to the floor six or eight feet away from Jimmy, scoots along until he’s close enough to touch. Jimmy doesn’t react except to bury his face into Norman’s side, the cat letting out a quiet mrow? at the action.

“Jimmy? What’s going on?”

Jimmy sighs, and when he pulls away from Norman, his eyes are red. “I—I got pulled over,” he says, his voice cracking. “The left taillight is out, by the way.”

“Oh, baby. . . .” Scott wrings his hands, holds one out. “Good for me to hug you?”

Surprisingly, Jimmy nods, then places Norman down on the floor and lunges into Scott’s arms. Scott rocks back onto his heels, unsteady for a moment, before finding his balance and wrapping his arms around Jimmy.

“Did he ticket you?” Scott asks after a moment. Jimmy shakes his head.

“It was just—it was scary. I—I almost had to pull over again, m-my hands were shaking so bad after.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m a grown man, Scott.” An angry tear slips from the corner of Jimmy’s eye, his eyebrows drawn in shame. “I shouldn’t be—I can’t be scared of the police. I just saw the—the stupid stick thing on his belt and—and the way he talked—”

“Most people are afraid of cops, dear,” Scott tells him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. “It sucks. Cops suck. I need to give Shelby a call, get her to really push for that reform. . . .”

Jimmy snuggles closer into Scott, awkwardly kicks off his shoes. Norman wraps around Scott’s legs, tilts his head up at the two of them.

“Wanna move to the couch? Your cat’s confused and I bet your knees hurt,” Scott suggests. Jimmy gasps and coos at Norman.

“Aw, hey, pet! I haven’t given you your treat yet, huh?”

Then he blinks. The smile on his face falters for just a moment. It’s quickly pasted back on, and when Scott tries to ask what’s up, he waves him off.

Jimmy stands shakily and slowly, tests his balance before following Norman and Elle to the kitchen. Scott waits until he returns, guides him to the sofa.

“How was work otherwise?” Scott asks.

Jimmy shakes himself. “Um, fine,” he says, leaning his head on Scott’s shoulder. “It’s—I don’t know how to describe it, Scott. It’s still a miracle every day.”

“Just working?”

Jimmy lets out a shaky sigh-laugh. “Yeah. Getting to put my hands in an engine and not have it burst into flame. It’s just . . . I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

The conversation falls into silence then, and Jimmy starts trembling again, so Scott searches for something, anything to say.

“Um, Joel said that you and a couple of friends are hanging out this weekend?”

“Right!” Jimmy brightens. “We’re heading out to that soccer field across from the middle school on the east side? Four or five of us are gonna kick a ball around for a while.”

“Anyone I know?”

Jimmy shrugs. “One of the guys from work, probably. I think fWhip said something about wanting to come? And one of Joel’s friends. Just a group who likes soccer.”

Scott frowns. “I thought Joel and fWhip hated each other.”

“They’re making up so they can team up against you,” Jimmy admits. “With their powers combined and all that.”

“I—what?” Scott sputters. “Is that why Joel was so obnoxious yesterday? He’s actively working with the enemy?”

Jimmy laughs. “fWhip’s not the enemy, he’s a vigilante. And yeah, they want to have a bit of a rivalry with you.”

Well, if anything it’ll be a fun bit of publicity. But Scott won’t take this lying down.

For the rest of the evening, they turn on whatever sitcom is airing and devise ways for Scott to strike back and not be made a fool of.

And when they go to bed, Jimmy’s shoulders have relaxed a bit, and Scott can breathe easier knowing that his boyfriend feels safe.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #empires superpowers au #esh au #ew police officers #hm hm thinking about how xornoth employed off-duty officers to keep jimmy in line.#hm. just thinking about that #idk if i've brought up jimmy's job so far #if ive not ig that we'll find out!#121223 #lmk what you think #love you guys

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cactusspatz · 4 months

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November recs

Yuletide is coming - but this should tide you over until then!

IRIS Log #1548 by deadchannelradio (Batman, gen)

(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- (01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- (01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. (01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- (01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. (01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

Absolutely hilarious slice-of-patrol-life story, featuring a VERY concussed Jason.

Easy as Pie by Ptelea (Batman, gen)

Five times Jason baked something for or with his siblings, and one time they baked for him. A drabble sequence of triple drabbles written for the Seasons of Drabbles Summer 2023 challenge exchange.

Soft Batsiblings story, with a lot of feels packed into a small space.

Cinema Verite by BoldlyNo (Murderbot, gen)

"Someday, Ratthi hopes, he’s going to run out of things to learn about Secunit that break his heart." Making a documentary in five hours flat is an experience in and of itself, but making a documentary with some of your friend's worst memories as footage is something else altogether.

Will I ever be over them making a documentary FOR GREAT JUSTICE? Definitely not. This is a great Ratthi POV on it.

Reformation by LocalCryptid7 (BNHA, Midoriya/Todoroki/Shinsou)

After a failed suicide attempt, years of bullying, and his mother's death, Izuku Midoriya doesn't think he has any option besides joining the League of Villains. After all, foster care is no place for a quirkless kid like him. Plus, working as a hacker and analyst for the League doesn't sound like it would be too bad. But, after meeting a hurt little girl in Overhaul's headquarters, Toga and Izuku can't just sit back and take orders from Shigaraki anymore. With some careful consideration, Izuku figures a villain reformation program at UA doesn't sound horrible, even if it means having to put up with Bakugou.

Villain!Izuku is usually a hard sell for me, but this works! Mostly because it shows both how Izuku ended up isolated and needing, AND he immediately turns tail once a kid is in danger. And then good followup on the consequences.

The Warlock's Cat by Marchling (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

Pain raced up his arm. It was a sharp throb that radiated out. More than a broken bone. When Alec went to flex his hand to see how bad it was he couldn’t. His eyes snapped to his own hand and there was no hand. A mission gone wrong leads to Alec being turned into a cat. Alone. Hurt. No one aware of what's happened to him. If only there was a cat-loving warlock nearby to save him.

Hello, I am a sucker for turned-into-a-cat-&-taken-in-by-my-enemy-who-turns-out-to-be-loveable stories - which is a very specific trope, but thankfully people keep writing it! This is a fun exemplar and an interesting AU.

Burgeoning by Owlship (Mad Max, Max/Furiosa)

He smiles a little, an uptick of his mouth, plush lips exposed where he's shaved the mangy beard off in the process of cleaning off the wasteland. "Here," Max says, and nudges into her space, arranges the plant carefully so the roots are properly covered, the leaves brushed free of dirt. Furiosa doesn't realize she's going to move until she does, leaning across the slight distance between them and pressing her lips to his.

Max-returns-to-the-Citadel PWP, featuring poor gardening etiquette and a lovely vulnerable Furiosa.

#monthly recs #fic rec #batman #batfam #dcu #murderbot #bnha #midoriya/todoroki/shinsou #shadowhunters #magnus/alec #malec #mad max #mad max fury road #max/furiosa

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adina123 · 9 months

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I was think that if there was a Steven stand in for the Gemcyt au it would be someone that has ties to both hermit craft and empires

The candidates are Scott false gem and pix

but I guess since the au is mainly life smp it would be some that was in all three

If we’re only looking at people that are in all three smps then Scott or gem would be the best options because they are in all

but I think pix being the most diplomatic is the best choice if you’re looking for the most fitting personality out of the four

But it doesn’t have to be someone that is in all three @scrimblescromble made a post suggesting Hermes as the Steven figure and I think that is a good idea or at least having Hermes in the au is a good idea

In my past post I wrote that sausage took some time to grow attached to the earth and I think that when sausage was with the crystal gems leading up to him contacting the diamonds he befriended a human kid that along with bubbles was the main reason for him finally decided to defect

After he defected sausage moved back into the cave with gem and fwhip (the cave is were the reformed homeworld gems live like how lapis and peridot live on the farm)

He would visit Hermes still and Hermes was unofficially adopted by crystal gems specifically sausage and joel and Lizzie

Pix was a wreck making sure the three gems knew how to properly keep a human child alive also he was the one that ended up home schooling Hermes and teaching morals and being responsible

pix is the Greg of the au but he is more involved in gem problems and in Hermes education

In beginning jimmy was really jealous of Hermes because he’s used to being the youngest

Like amethyst after Steven came along

He acted like a jealous only child that got a new baby sibling only here he is a brother to the parents and not Hermes so an he’s an uncle figure

so his situation is similar to yuri from spy x family only without the incesty vibes and he has nothing against the husband

Lizzie was his diamond and big sister figure for the longest Time and still is but now that things are changing he has a hard time adjusting

But just like amethyst he learns

inspired by @playername-player-of-games and @scrimblescromble

#gemcyt #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #mythical sausage #joel smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #empires smp #steven universe au #gem au #esmp hermes #geminitay #fwhip

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hargrove-mayfields · 1 year

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New Hellcheergroveton Au ~~ Short Chapter Fic Coming Soon!

Premise: In a Post-Vecna world, Billy recently started using a cane to help with his developing mobility issues, while Steve, his boyfriend with partial vision loss, chronic migraines, and a TBI that affects his speech, has thought of a plan to help Billy feel more comfortable using it. That plan happens to involve Chrissy, who is blind, and Eddie, who is hard of hearing and uses mobility aids as well (a decked out, fully customized rollator or a wheelchair of the same punkness usually) to manage his fibromyalgia. Secretly they’re all definitely crushing on each other.

Small Preview of Chapter 1 below the cut:

His solution comes in the form of one Chrissy Cunningham.

Ever since she barely survived Vecna crumpling her like a paper ball, her vision never came back. They pinned together her bones and wired her jaw until it healed, but they can’t exactly get her new eyes that aren’t bloodshot and clouded milky-white. So she walks with a cane. It has a little round circle on the end to roll and feel more accurately where she’s going. She likes it better than the hard-ended tapping cane they gave her first.

And that’s a whole revelation.

A cane. Billy can use a cane.

He asks Eddie to arrange a ride for him, and the next day they’re at the pharmacy (thanks to Wayne. Billy loves that guy) buying him an adjustable, pretty cheap cane. There’s a choice between a harsh, eye-burning blue color that reminds him just a little too much of his old junked car, or a plain black one. It’s a pretty easy choice.

He’s just a little bummed that the one he gets is so… boring.

Billy’s second revelation comes in the form of Eddie Munson.

Why it didn’t come to him sooner, he isn’t sure. Eddie was literally there with him the day he got the damn cane. In his wheelchair. Totally decked out in patches and spikes and stickers.

Customized mobility aids. Billy didn’t even know that was a thing!

Well, obviously he did, but he didn’t think that was an option for him. Eddie Munson is so much cooler than him. They both went through hell, but only one of them had come out the other side passionately fighting against the systems that would make it impossible to pay for their meds and their aids were it not for the liability payouts they were owed by the assholes who made the monsters that tried to kill them. Billy admires the social reform shit Eddie gets up to in his free time, when the spoon drawer isn’t empty.

He calls it Cripple Punk. It’s a whole thing. Billy doesn’t like that word so much, but he likes Eddie a lot, and he likes what he stands for too. And honestly, he kinda likes the idea of having spikes on his cane like Eddie has on the back of his chair.

Just the idea makes Billy feel badass too and not so much like somebody’s old granny.

#c slur tw #reclaimed ableist language #hellcheergroveton #hellcheer #harringrove #my moodboards #my writing #ej writer #disabled billy hargrove #disabled steve harrington #disabled eddie munson #disabled chrissy cunningham #pardon my visually impaired ass for flaws in the edits for the moodboard or quality disparities #(that’s why I’m making these au hehe)#oh and also #i plan on adding alt text for the moodboard when I have more spoons btw #no promises on how soon the fic will start releasing but it should be before the start of the next hg week

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familyagrestefanblog · 2 years

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The one factor that stresses me the most right now in @buggachat Bakery enemies Au as of pannel 141

Is the fact that Marinette has ALL the power here to ruin Adriens life all over again and it wouldn't even matter if he were innocent or not. We have seen all through the comic that the citizens of Paris are hold massive prejudice against Adrien simply for being Gabriels SON. Not because Adrien did anything wrong himself.

To the point where Marinette feared it would be too dangerous for a drunken Adrien to walk home alone at night. To the point where she quickly changed places with him while they worked in the bakery because people immediately leave the shop in fear or ask why the hell he is allowed in a wine tasting restaurant.

Yes, Marinette HAS good reasons to believe what she thinks and be caught up in her head. She's absolutely not going off of nothing.

But one WORD from Marinette here to the police, to the citizens of Paris, and repeating the reasoning she stated with Adrien himself, and Adriens life is OVER. AGAIN! How understandable her mistake is will unfortunately end up paling into transparenty if Adrien actually ends up facing the brutal consequences of this because the situation is inherently inbalanced regarding its fairness.

Marinette is sleep-deprived of several days and is thinking herself half into madness and if this causes MARINETTE to call the police on ADRIEN, or people are standing outside of the bakery by now and Marinette and Adrien just didn't noticed it and she ends up "outing him" to THEM... then guess what domino effect will occur??

Marinette here is not just accusing an innocent person right now, she is doing that to Hawkmoths son who is STILL on thin ice with Paris despite never having caused any of the harm himself. Or having KNOWN about his father at all.

Right now Marinettes accusations and threats may still be within their little bubble of two people, but this very bubble has already started bursting several pages ago. Literally with Marinette smashing the pastries.

Because put into perspective how this will look. There is a Gala in honor of Ladybug and Chat Noir and coincidentally the bakery Adrien AGRESTE works in is asked to provide the food, but then one day before the event the food is ruined (which he was the only person WORKING on) which will hurt the gala. And then people will start asking what happened. And what if these two will NOT now end up with a reveal or another better outcome from this?

When Adrien thinks Marinette found out he's Chat Noir and that she's hating him for THAT? And he just does what he always does and buries everything inside which will lead this situation to NOT be resolved quickly.

Marinettes threat off calling the police and him ending in jail with his father is NOT some far-fetched outcome. She HAS that power on her fingertips and concidering that she gave him TWO options last page: Admitting his crime so he can reform himself or end up in jail with his father, it's now written to be a possible path of the story if Buggachat wants to torture us further (wouldn't call it unrealistic, it would fit the nature of the story and all the set up in general)

Adrien does NOT know that Marinette is talking about the peacock miraculous, he now thinks she means him being Chat Noir, and undoubtedly Adrien is still fighting with alot of guilt regarding having been Chat Noir and not having known about his father being Hawkmothb (which hasn't been properly explored yet). This right now could end with Adrien thinking that Marinette means that Adrien should reveal to the world that he was Chat Noir and stand accountable for his "failure" .

And THATS something I don't think Adrien can do right now. Rising back up and standing against the accusations that he is LIKE his father, and that he KNEW and helped him is one thing. There is an emotional disconnection regarding the guilt he is battling with.

But his guilt regarding that he has BEEN Chat Noir? Him thinking he deserves punishment for THAT but has been able to run away from these fears thanks to his anonymous identity as hero? That's something entirely else.

I can so easily see Adrien choosing prison now out of deep rooted guilt. The same guilt that still had him go visit Gabriel all this time.

And then? Will the police take him away in full public for all the world to see? How much will it end up mattering when they test the pastries for poison and find nothing? Adrien could only remain at the police station for like 2 days and be found 100% guilty and the damage being done to his life would be irreparable! That's something he could never ever escape from again, unless he reveals to EVERYONE that he was Chat Noir (which btw is how I think this has to end. Both Marinette and Adrien will be known by everyone to be Ladybug and Chat Noir because Nathalie is still who knows where with the peacock miraculous! And for that they need HELP)

THAT'S what I'm stressed out about. Not who is right and whose wrong (although that too)

Arrgh, this AU is so GOOD! Thank you buggachat! :D

#miraculous ladybug #buggachat #bakery enemies au #I'm currently 100% loosing my damn mind over this and I love every second of it!#Thank you buggachat! xD

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hey-hamlet · 1 year

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How did I not see your Villains quarter au!!!! I love it!!!

Quirkless people being considered legal adults at the age of 12 is actually so fucked up. Not on the level of your indentured servitude au, but oh my god.

When and how did they get that law passed, if I may ask? Seems genuinly insane but hey, it is the government

They totally passed it bundled in with a bunch of other foster care/welfare reforms about 45 years ago, and people gave so few shits about the quirkless barely anyone outside of the community noticed. (It also effected All Might, Nana took him in anyway, which is one of the reasons she was so important to him. After Nana passed Gran let him stay at his before sending him off to America)

There is exactly one upside, and that is that if you have abusive parents you can just leave. There are a few quirkless group homes run by other quirkless people for that very purpose, and for those who have 'aged out' of the foster system. Its not perfect and they have fuck all money, but they take care of each other. These homes are also often in dead zones, because these is no rent to pay for an abandoned building, and you can often find someone who will hook you up to water and electricity for a price.

Izuku kinda grew up totally isolated from the quirkless community so he's not actually aware that was an option. Still, his mental health was so poor he wouldn't likely have taken it.

#villains quarter au #bnha au #asks

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antimonyandthyme · 2 years

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Linger

1.8k, Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel; Wolf AU

Explicit content

It’d taken two days for Charles to stop limping. Now the only thing left is a faint, raised scar around Charles’ ankle. And still he hasn’t left.

Sebastian hadn’t expected to come away with anything when he’d found Charles bleeding in one of the traps. They share an uneasy truce with the creatures of the forest, but ferals are dealt with by the villagers quickly. Except there hadn’t been any madness in Charles’ eyes, and against every sober warning his mind threw at him, Sebastian had set him loose.

And in two seconds, he had the fangs of a wolf pushed directly against his jugular.

Sebastian still isn’t sure why Charles never bit down. He also isn’t sure why Charles remains here. Free meals, maybe. The first time Charles had tasted Sebastian’s rabbit stew he’d made a low moaning sound, and devoured the entire pot, meant to last them a few days at least.

“I’m going hunting.”

Charles looks up eagerly from his book. “So soon?”

“You ate the last of my meat, remember?”

Charles grins. “So you’ll let me help, right?”

He wants to ask, Do you eat through my storehouse so you can hunt with me, but he supposes all creatures get lonely sometimes. Even wolves. Charles has no pack, as far as Sebastian can make out. Sebastian chooses to live at the edge of the woods on his own accord. He wonders if Charles does too.

“Competition?”

“Oh,” Charles is alert, eyes wide now. His pupils are as large as the moon. Sebastian can almost see his tail thumping.

“Whoever gets a rabbit first.”

Charles’ canines are elongating. “And what does the victor get?”

“A truth.”

Charles’ smile is sinister, with how sharp his teeth are. “You humans and your games. Turning around in circles when the answer is right in front of you.”

In mere seconds Charles’ body melts and reforms, and Sebastian has the fur of a snow-white wolf pressed against his side. He doesn’t relent until Sebastian gives in and scratches the spot behind his right ear. Charles lets out a pleased, chuffing sound.

“On three.”

Charles sits back on his haunches.

Bastard. “Are you giving me a head start?”

Since when did wolves have the ability to look so smug? Sebastian rolls his eyes. He gives Charles’ head a final scritch, smiling at the whining noise Charles makes. “I’ll make you regret this,” he warns, even though he knows it to be futile. Sebastian has never bested in Charles in any of these competitions. The wolf nudges at his hand with his nose.

Go on.

Sebastian hefts his quiver and makes his way into the woods. When he turns to look back at the house, Charles is still there.

“Your favourite colour.”

“You could have asked anything, and you chose that.”

Charles nods. “I want to know your favourite colour.”

“Blue,” Sebastian says, bewildered and endeared all at the same time.

“Blue,” Charles repeats, almost reverently. The rabbit they’ve skinned and gutted, and the smell of smoked meat fills the cabin. When they eat, their elbows brush. Sebastian doesn’t pull away, and Charles takes that as permission to continue doing so for the rest of the meal.

Three months into Charles’ stay, the wolf falls ill. He does not eat, he does not hunt. He does not shift. He stays shivering by the fire, bundled in every warm fur Sebastian has. Is it fever or a poison? Sebastian considers his options. No doctor in the village would treat a wolf without question.

Charles barely lifts his head when Sebastian crouches by him. He puts down a cup, some food, and a bunch of columbines. Hand grown by Charles, as he devoured every piece of gardening literature Sebastian had in his library. Worry churns his stomach into knots at the thought that Charles will be left unattended. “I’ll be back,” Sebastian says, trying to sound confident.

Charles doesn’t answer.

When he arrives, Sebastian lays down his belongings and shows his bare arms. The pack advance closer, sniffing at him curiously. The grey wolf, largest of them all, noses through his rucksack to ensure there are no tricks.

He shifts, standing naked and tall in front of Sebastian. “You smell of another.”

“He is sick,” Sebastian says. “I come only for information. In exchange for everything I have.” A burnished gold heirloom left by his mother, his tools of trade, salt, spices, meat, blue flowers. Sebastian can only hope it is enough.

The alpha stares him down. “It is rare for a human to care for one of our kind.”

Sebastian swallows. It is a good start, that he has not been attacked. But he will need honesty, if he is to gain any sympathy. “He has won a hundred truths from me,” he admits to this unknown pack and the quiet morning air. His favourite colour, his favourite recipes, the thoughts that rattle in his head at the edge of the forest. “But I have none of his.”

Before him, the man’s eyes grow considering.

“Please,” Sebastian says quietly. “I have to know what ails him. So I can ask.”

Why do you linger?

At dusk, Sebastian leaves with his rucksack mostly empty. The leader had refused some of his offerings; his bow and quiver, and the golden necklace.

“Useless to us,” he had said archly. “Perhaps,” and a faint smile broke into his exterior for a moment, “it could be gifted to someone else willing.”

Willing. Sebastian turns the word over in his head. He’d known about heats from the journals about wolves available at the local library. But he wasn’t—prepared, for the possibility. He needs to think.

Ah. He also needs to cook. Charles is probably starving.

Sebastian enters the cabin, breathing a sigh of relief when the bundle of furs by the fire is right where he left them. All the meat he had stored he’d given away. Charles will have to make do with vegetable soup. He gets through chopping the onions and carrots when Charles stirs.

With his wide eyes, and floppy hair, and gentle smile, Sebastian forgets that underneath it all, Charles remains a predator. The cabin is deathly silent, and Sebastian knows down to his bones the knife he holds in his hand would do no good if Charles were to attack. He puts it down.

“Charles?”

“You smell of wolf,” Charles accuses. He stands, and the furs fall away from him. He is broader and taller than Sebastian. He is beautiful, and he lingers still. And he is angry. “Another alpha.”

“Yes,” Sebastian says. “I went to the grey wolf of the west.”

In a flash, Charles is before him. His hands are a vice grip around Sebastian’s biceps. His face is a terrible picture of hurt. “Why,” he bites out.

Unbidden, a memory: a snow-white wolf with its teeth barely a millimetre from breaking skin. The fear that comes with being utterly powerless in the hands of an entity infinitely stronger. Sebastian quells his misgivings, and deliberately, relaxes in Charles’ grip. Charles hadn’t killed him then. He won’t now. “Charles,” Sebastian says evenly. “You’re in heat.”

“Of course I am, idiot human,” Charles cries. “I’ve been fighting the urge to claim you for the past week. I stopped eating to weaken myself. And you go to another pack?”

“For information, idiot wolf,” Sebastian snaps. “You thought I’d abandon you? You aren’t the only one who lingers, you know.”

Charles exhales harshly. “Sebastian.”

Sebastian bares his neck. Another truth for Charles to partake of. “I am willing,” he says, unafraid.

Charles stares, disbelieving. Sebastian only pulls him closer. There is a wild joy to be found in giving, and an equally unbridled pleasure sustained in receiving.

Fabric tears so easily in Charles’ hands. He isn’t gentle with Sebastian; Sebastian doesn’t expect him to be. Charles is aware of his strength and Sebastian’s willingness to submit. There is a precious trust sealed into the mark on Sebastian’s neck, where Charles bit down and grazed nothing but the surface. It is merely a symbol. Sebastian is human, with no mating gland to offer.

But there are other parts of his body Charles has claim to. He licks at Sebastian’s collarbone, laves at his nipples. Sebastian sobs when Charles’ teeth close around a sensitive nub.

“Please,” he says. “Charles, please.”

Charles kisses him all over, his lips, the delicate bones of his ribcage, the jut of his hips. Like staking his want, his adoration on every part of him. It feels tender and weighty at the same time. Each touch a promise that would last a millennia. Wolves, the alpha had cautioned Sebastian, mate for life.

Sebastian can find no caution to hold on to. He splays his legs further. “Charles,” he begs.

Charles locates the vial of oil he keeps by the bed. He dribbles it carelessly over his hand, and plunges two fingers into Sebastian’s waiting hole. Sebastian jerks at the intrusion, and Charles rewards him with wet kisses to his cock. The sensations warring in him threaten to sunder him wide open. The sting of the bite wound, the ache in his hole, the pleasure in his cock. He moans, overwhelmed.

“I have you,” Charles whispers fiercely.

“I know,” Sebastian says. Truth, ringing loud and clear.

When Charles pushes in, intent and insistent despite all his care, Sebastian cries out. It is a fortuitous thing he lives on the edge of a forest, and no one can hear. It is a fortuitous thing he encountered a wolf in a trap, months ago on a hunt. It is a fortuitous thing neither of them deigned to destroy the other. Charles throws Sebastian’s legs over his shoulders, and strikes at the most delirious spot with each of his thrusts. Pleasure wins out over the pain of the swell of Charles’ knot, catching on his rim.

“Can I,” Charles asks, like he even needs to. Like any portion of Sebastian isn’t yet his. Sebastian loves him all the more in this moment. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes, yes, please, Charles, please—”

Charles takes Sebastian’s cock in his hand, stroking him hard and fast, and Sebastian comes with a dazed shout, pulling Charles right over the edge with him, locking them together in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

“I’m sorry,” Charles says, when they finally catch their breath. He hasn’t stopped fussing over Sebastian’s bite wound. It tingles pleasantly each time Charles runs his tongue over it. “What does a human have to do with a wolf? Yet I consider you mine.”

Sebastian shifts minutely, and whimpers at the feel of Charles’ knot in him, buried in the most intimate of places. Charles kisses him swiftly. “You’d pick me above your own kind?”

“An equal. An alpha alongside me. We are pack, if you will have it.”

Charles’ cheeks are red, the same way they were when he picked the first batch of columbines for Sebastian. But he meets Sebastian’s eyes, determined and full of hope. Sebastian thinks of the necklace of priceless gold, hidden away in the rucksack. Tomorrow they will go out to hunt. Charles will win yet another truth out of him, and Sebastian will make them his favourite stew. And then, by the fire, he will put his mother’s heirloom around Charles’ neck.

“Then we are pack,” Sebastian says.

#athy texts #sebchal #fanfic #rpf #wolf au #an idiot human and his idiot wolf

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dragonflyxparodies · 1 year

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Okay so the thing about Glass Cage is that I’m convinced it worked.

It also killed most of the planet, but if the goal was to induce some kind of psychic empathy between human beings…that worked. Succeeded far beyond what the scientists behind it probably ever considered.

Because those who died came back. And those who didn’t can see them. Can interact with them, feel them, be hurt by them. Can divorce themselves from their own bodies and exist as a ghost just as readily as they can a flesh-and-blood person ( Chiyo preferred it, at least for a time ).

And I’m absolutely fascinated by the idea of some kind of post-Fragile AU or crossover, because can you imagine how fundamentally altered human society would be under those conditions?

Cities are overrun with the malicious psychic imprints of the dead. Places of high population concentration pre-Glass Cage are probably unsalvageable in the long-term, especially if ghosts and spirits reform and there’s no way to dissipate that negative energy. Mass tragedies could render new cities uninhabitable. If the subway crashes and everybody dies, the whole fucking tunnel’s going to be inhabited by unquiet, unhappy dead more than willing to take their pain out on the living.

Coma patients who slip their bodies could continue interacting with their loved ones. People could chose to exist incorporeally – after all, the body is optional.

And the spirits cognizant enough to maintain their sense of self, those stuck until they find peace – well, obviously, you want to help them move on.

How hesitant life would be around others, large groups. How careful society must be, to weigh every action in the event that another tragedy occurs and renders the rest of the planet inhabitable.

And that’s not even touching the robots.

#Fragile Dreams #fragile dreams farewell ruins of the moon #Glass Cage #rambling #ghosts

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lindendragonart · 2 years

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Since people are all apparently very invested in toh's messages about ableism at the moment, and Sergeantsporks mentioned me in the discussion, I'm gonna talk about Cardinal lounge au a bit.

A very much known thing about Hunter is that he wants to help, but a subtle yet big part of his character is how he doesn't want others to go through the same suffering he endured. This is seen in the way he comforts and supports Gus at the end of the finale, and I always had a feeling that part of the reason Hunter was so dedicated to being the Golden guard is cause he wanted to protect the people of the Boiling isles from suffering the same thing he thought his family did due to wild magic. He fought wild magic cause he wanted to make sure nobody else got cursed or their families killed in a horrible accident. But of course it turns out Belos took that desire to protect and exploited it for vile purposes through lies and limiting his view of the world through the narrow slits of a mask.

So after canon, that desire ends up turning into him becoming a counselor and disability-activist kind of figure. He wants to give children the safe space and support and way to get out of a bad situation that he either never got or got very late. Part of the reason he was trapped with Belos is the ableism on the isles towards the magically disabled, making it practically impossible to survive on your own, so this is undoubtedly happening to others. So he wants to create a support system where people will have other options for survival, and won't be forced to rely on their abusers for survival or even be made to do things they don't agree with, with no escape in sight because nobody is willing to help you or even give you a job to survive.

Since Hunter was a key participant of the Hexside rebellion, he generally saw the school as a safe space for himself, both cause the school staff are generally accepting of him since they witnessed his rebellion firsthand, but also because Hexside was at the time of him first running away, in his own words, the only safe place he could think of, meaning this is one of the first places he ever felt safe in.

It's also implied he holds respect for the school faculty there in general, not only cause of his inherent respect for authority, but also likely since they stood with their students, cared for their wellbeing, as well as fought by their side for what was right. Not to mention Bump is very willing to make school reforms for the greater good and to fix systems that have been harming people, so there is no doubt in my mind that Bump would work with Hunter in order to provide accesible education to those that were denied it due to their magical disabilities, so they finally have a proper chance at life.

As another user said, Hunter can be a voice for powerless witches, and bring awareness to the hard situation society traps them in due to their ableism. Hunter can make sure that others like him have a chance to escape earlier than he did, that they have somewhere to run to once they can, so that nobody is doomed from the start like he seemingly was.

#toh hunter #the owl house #toh au #the cardinal lounge #counselor hunter #tw ableism #discussion of abuse #hexside #lindendragon #toh the golden guard #owl house hunter

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