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Can you maybe do a Wednesday and Enid x reader (platonic or romantic) where basically the reader comes from a very rich family and likes to spoil Wednesday and Enid.
(I hope this makes sense)
Is this what you wanted? Idk but I thought a headcannon format would be more sufficient for this but again idk. You tell me.
You spare no expenses when it came to Wednesday and Enid. You never bothered to try in fact because it didn’t really matter, as the money spent would eventually find itself back into your parents bank account anyways so why should you fret about accidentally crossing certain thresholds?
So when Wednesday’s typewriter starts having complications, hindering her writing time, you assured her that you would be able to get it fixed by the best people there was in fixing things. However it turns out that the typewriter was irreparably damaged and you had to buy Wednesday a new one that was personalised to be coated in a matte black colour and you even had her initials engraved on the front of it in gold cursive.
Wednesday may not have looked visibly thrilled at the new typewriter but her bland words of “I’m so ecstatic that my face can not comprehend how to convey it.” Were all you needed to know that she did in fact liked her new typewriter and began working on her book as though nothing ever happened. The next day you found a dead bird in front of your dorm, this was Wednesday’s way of saying ‘thank you.’
You even went out of your way to find enid a new part for her laptop when she complains to you that she couldn’t get anything do without it. So once again you went off to find the best shops available in Jericho that could help you in finding what you needed. Unfortunately due to it being the city of Jericho there weren’t a single good shop in sight that even had the part you needed in stock nor even in the back with the rest of the recent deliveries.
Typical.
With that you resorted to plan b and reached out online to shops elsewhere and ordered it for a next day delivery as to save yourself and enid the agonising waiting game. You even got her some other parts should this happen again but all of them were expensive and of state of the art manufacturing with the added promise of longevity and efficiency.
Enid was gobsmacked when she learnt that you did this all for her. “How can I pay you back for doing this for me?” She would ask but all you told her was that you didn’t need to be paid back for as long as she was happy and that the part was doing it’s job smoothly without any hitches, then that’s all the payment you desired.
This didn’t stop at fixing and or replacing their broken stuff but it also extended to their birthdays where you got enid more squishmellows for her growing pile, top of the range designer clothing that you’d knew she would look stunning in, new sets of nail polish, moisturisers, makeup and some new fairy lights should her current ones light their final night.
For Wednesday it was a little more trickier as she hated her birthday being celebrated in the traditional sense that you and enid were brought up with and instead you bought her an actual guillotine that she had set up next to her cello outside on the balcony of Ophelia Hall, dissection kits, things to keep her cello in top condition, some dark flowers that didn’t require much caring for, pacidermy animals much to Enid’s dismay as Wednesday would always seemingly have them face her whenever she said something that Wednesday wasn’t particularly fond of.
When Wednesday and enid try to repay you on your generosity, enid worries that due to your upbringing, you would be expecting diamonds, gold and the such thrown at your feet but Wednesday told her that she was exaggerating and that yes, you were born into an extremely wealthy family but the addams noted that you have a preference for the smaller things. So out they went to Jericho and chose a couple of things that they thought you’d might like.
Enid got you some cute toys that she though would add to your dorm along with getting you a matching snood with her and Wednesday that you could all wear to class together. Wednesday got you a necklace with a dead crow with a black Dalia sprouting from it’s heart with some of it’s crystal feathers dotted here and there up the silver chain as to give off the impression that this crow was shot out of the sky. She also got you some uncouth stuff like a hand mace or an taser for self defence for when people who couldn’t get the hint.
She wouldn’t admit it but even Wednesday was a little nervous that you might not like what they got you. However she didn’t have to continue putting belief into that thought as your eyes light up at each and everything that she and Enid got you that by the end of it you looked to both of them with the widest grin they’ve ever seen. “Thank you both so much! I love everything you’ve given me! Nobody’s given me things that I actually like!”
“What do you mean by that y/n?” Enid asks, confused.
“My parents think that splashing their money on expensive stuff for me is what I want but it’s not, I could care less about having the state of the art phone, tv, clothes, none of that matters to me but it seems that to them, that’s all that matters is to not only be rich but look rich too…so when they started putting large sums of money into my bank account, I spent it on the things that I want, on the clothes that I felt good in rather then what they think I’d look good in for their reputation. So I thank you both for these,” you told them as you squeezed one of the plushies Enid bought you close to your chest, “I love them a lot.”
“Even the taser?” Enid asked as Wednesday stared at her
You chuckled, “yes, even the taser. After all you can never be too sure when a creep is nearby.” You looked to Wednesday who’s lips almost uplifted into a proper smile but came back down into it’s neutral state just seconds later.
#Wednesday imagines#Wednesday imagine#Wednesday x you#Wednesday x reader#Wednesday fanfic#Wednesday fic#Wednesday Addams fanfic#Wednesday Addams fic#Wednesday Addams imagines#Wednesday Addams imagine#Wednesday Addams x you#Wednesday Addams x reader#enid sinclair fic#enid sinclair x you#enid sinclair fanfic#enid sinclair imagine#enid sinclair x reader#Enid sinclair imagines
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Hello can I request a fluffy fic about how Jack would interact tereact their s/o while he’s using his unique magic? I hope it’s not too weird of a request
Its not weird at all! I actually think this concept is super cute 😭 thank you for the request <3 I hope you like it <3
Jack seldom used his unique magic, save for the times he desperately needed to. It took a lot of energy to maintain his wolf form, and it wasn't a very common type of magic, either. That didnt stop you from asking him to, and I quote, "Turn into the fluffy wolf again!!!" Wanting to preserve his magic (and avoid becoming your play thing...) He would find an excuse each time to gently refuse your insistent prodding.
There was one particular day though, one in which you found yourself deep in a hole of...well, stress. It was a rather difficult day, to say the least. Being the only non magic wielding student at an all-magic school, there were bound to be times you felt to be at an extreme disadvantage. You must had forgotten you chose this day to study with Jack, for when he attempted to find you in the library where you had chosen to meet, you were nowhere to be found.
Finding you crying in the garden of ramshackle was the last thing he thought you would be doing. You were huddled up in an abandoned corner of wilted flowers, hugging your knees to press against your chest as your body trembled with sadness. You heard someone approaching you, yet avoided their gaze in fear of embarrassing yourself further with tears to simply add to your "pathetic feats" of the day. You heard a gentle and familiar sigh, Jack dropping his bag and bending over to meet your eyeline.
"Rough day, I heard," Jack rubbed the back of his neck, "Do you... want to talk about it?" Shaking your head, Jack pursed his lips. He never particularly felt as if he were good at comforting people, for his actions always seemed to speak louder than his words. He wasn't used to seeing your smile fade like the wilted flowers, or hearing muffled cries escape your typically optimistic mouth. Thats when it clicked in him, the one thing he felt would be able to cheer you up...he hoped.
You heard rustling sounds before the familiar sound of magic casting, head flicking up in time to hear his chant and watch Jacks form morph into that of a great wolf with long untouched white fur. You let out a gasp of surprise as a smile quickly took over your face, Jack utilizing his now wolf form to nuzzle your cheek against his own. You opened your arms to hug him, petting the silky fur that you only dreamed of being able to pet.
"Get on," Jack encouraged, "I wanna show you something." You double checked if he was certain he would be alright with you upon his back, his response was eagerly inviting you on and insisting he was more than capable to do as much. He lowered his body for you to comfortably climb onto his back, hugging him firmly while shoving your face into his deep soft locks of fur. Determining you were secure enough, Jack ran.
He ran through the woods a rather short trip because of his sheer speed, it seemed as if only a few minutes had past before you made it to the destination, Jack allowing you to get off his back. Before you stood what looked to be an abandoned projecy, entering the decently sized house that lay on the floor between two older looking trees. The floors were crooked and the ceiling was rotting from moist wood, the inside bare of furniture and appliances. It truly seemed to be a work in progress that someone had decided was no longer worth the time.
"I found this place not too long ago," Jack admitted, "During a run. I meant to bring you here sooner after I fixed up a couple things, I think it'll make a fun hideout one day! Or a study spot for us!" You side eyed wolf Jack, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
"Are you sure you weren't trying to trick me into jogging here sometime with you to get my daily dose of exercise in?" He let out an (almost offended) chuckle.
"You're failing gym, it takes a lot to do that." He joked. You embraced him once more, shuffling your head between his shoulder blade and falling to the ground bringing him with you.
"I can't maintain this form forever," He said almost reluctantly, his heart warmed from the affection you gave him. You nodded into his shoulder and breathed in shakily, Jack laying down on his side and allowing you to cuddle against him.
"Just...a little longer," you muttered, "is it weird? I'm sorry." Jack shook his head, giving your cheek a small and affectionate lick and rubbing his soft head into the crook of your neck as if to hug you back.
"Not at all," He replied. You two remained like that for a short period of time, before Jack had to revert back to his original all too soon in your opinion, to his tall and strong human form. His arms were now wrapped around you in a normal hug, to which you responded with a kiss against the soft skin of his cheek.
"Thank you again," you smiled gently at him. Jacks cheeks took on a rosey hue, looking away shyly with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and a hum of thought escaping them.
"Maybe I should do it more often..." You sat up in excitement, stars in your eyes as he almost immediately regret the words slipping out his mouth. There began the whole theatrics, You insisted that next time he take you on another journey on his back, or saying something silly about him being your "knight in shining fur" protecting you in a "cool" way against danger. You gushed about the stories you could write about some sort of wolf forbidden romance, and all the other things he heard you laugh about before. This time, he listened to you with love and attentiveness more than he ever had before, not realizing how much he missed your rants.
He was truly glad you were back to being yourself...silly, smiling, utterly perfect you.
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I'm so used to writing for the third years KDHFKWJD I hope he wasn't TOO out of character! If you have any suggestions on how I could improve on this, let me know and I shall update it accordingly~ I hope you liked it and properly answers your ask! If not, feel free to send another one <3
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Literally my one and only long post on TTEOTM ending:
Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu really gave stellar performances if they don’t win every award out there especially for Luo Yunxi who played every single nuanced version of sad, depressed, happy, sinister, vengeful, longing, pining and devotion out there like who else could?!
Also like the ending really left big question marks on Ye Qingyu and GYJW and YBC demon you know like???
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CGI was damn amazing and production etc. was top-tier, but danggg will yall pls fix that ending?! Also a fun note that TTEOTM sold up to 13M RMB worth in merchandise DURING the airing period and broke some records I think
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BE or OE or HE and does it matter?
Yes appreciating BEs is one thing and BEs are certainly great for certain plots and shows, BUT-
We’ve seen this BE in xianxia and sometimes wuxia/historical as if writers are dumping set BEs in just for fun, it’s almost always the same formula and not every show requires the same treatment? At this point we’re all certain none of the xianxias maybe a bit of the wuxia/historical too are going to end well (Immortal Samsara, Novoland, One and Only although I’d say O&O was perhaps deserved) or we get OEs (Winner is Love, LYX’s previous xianxia), or we get the split-second HEs (omg where do I begin, Eternal Love, CLJ, Pillow Book, The Blue Whisper, omg the list goes on) - I’m almost expecting either full BE or the guy to die and then turn up when the female lead turns around on a street or at home or whatever hundreds of years later cuz he comes back but you may or may not see him on screen
TTJ for one, based on his character and personality, was trying so hard to make things work, to give and give and give to the people he loved and the people who gave to him - sure, the writer wrote it as a BE and i respect that, but they also wrote the HE i.e. it’s canon, and the show not giving us that for whatever reason is depressing because the moral of the story is TTJ suffered so fucking much and led such a tired life just for a few happy moments and still was the sacrificial lamb. Yes he was happy too or whatever, he understood the circumstances, but is it so hard to give the canon HE ending to it and giving him the ending he truly deserves for all that he’s done?!
Also it was a strangely cut ending for a BE/OE whatever that was, like three stitched frames that faded out into each other, like I don’t know what the editors were doing but oomph an undeserved ending is one thing, and undeserved AND weirdly cut ending is another thing
And yeah if we read it as him being in the clam then yes it’s a mild HE but leaning towards an OE, and if we count the audio drama snippet sure HE, but no that don’t count!!!!
I feel pretty calm after the initial confusion since we already knew it was likely going to be BE BUT this calm is at the expense of watching TTJ suffer 10,000 times in the past 40 episodes we’ve been desensitized for the last death like don’t tell me yall aren’t tired of this show as much as you love it I AM EXHAUSTED MENTALLY - the “ok” i feel probably isn’t because it’s really ok because if we chose, we’d probably think he deserves his rest and happiness after 500+ years of suffering with happy days he can probably count on one hand
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Read the novel for the HEs: This is literally the only thing that’ll save you unless Youku gives us a good video cut tomorrow or end of the week you know?! You’ll truly see what TTJ deserved and we know he didn’t deserve this because WE DON’t EVEN HAVE TO WRITE THE FIX-IT OURSELVES IT LITERALLY EXISTS?!?!?!
But TBF, personally, I have slightly different feelings on the novel because Susu didn’t seem to love him as much at the end as she did in the drama, the drama did that beautifully
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TL;DR Tantai Jin deserved better, and the us who suffered with TTJ deserved better just on principle!!!
#till the end of the moon#tteotm#long post#cyjm#just my calm two-cents#am like exhausted from sad#make your own post if you wanna disagree lmao#not here to argue#just to digest
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Prologue
Breathe.
Breathe.
Come on- Just one more breath.
I stir, sitting up with an excruciating headache; if not for the manual breathing and the water that made its way out of my mouth with each splutter, I'd almost have believed I was alive- but I wasn't, the garish, painful white surrounding me told me that much. We had been together when it happened, you and I, walking, laughing as we often did, like nothing else mattered and we had a life ahead of us; I suppose the fifties were another time, though. All I can remember is the blisteringly cold water, warmed only by the sanguine that ran down your face.
Then I awoke.
Glancing left to right I cannot help but notice the vast expanse of emptiness, no people, no shrieks from passers by as I had grown accustom to, especially when sharing my life with you, no.. Anything. Nothing but a blinking, beating, twitching light drawing closer, as if the sun was closing in on me- then it spoke.
"Be not afraid-" It spoke in an unnatural manner, as if spewing off a script it had hardly learned. "You are in heaven!" He began, before hurriedly adding "I- I am Saint Peter! I welcome new souls to the Aether! You are-" Peter flinched, I didn't give him time to finish his sentence, my voice certain- I'd usually have hesitated, I only chose the name recently and it was fresh in my mouth like sweet poison.
"Ross." I forced myself to my feet as I feel my soaked clothes cling to my greyed skin; he eyed me closely, forming more of a human face as he eases toward my presence- he looks almost human, with ringlets of fire like hair and wide, soulful, near-green eyes. Every part of me wanted to believe he was just a mortal man, until he spoke again; he stood aslant, as if trying to work out what I was with his gaze alone, chewing on his inner cheek as the uncertainty became morbid curiosity.
"Ross?" Saint Peter waited, with that uncertain glint in his eye which he saved for lost souls, small dogs and particularly vexing Sudoku squares. "Okaaayy-" Offering me a hand, he paused to look closer at my face; I was emaciated, but I suppose I hadn't been eating well since the incident, no matter how many times you had tried to offer me half a sandwich or a few potato chips. I hadn't felt much like eating since my father found out. You noticed quickly though, you always did, so observant, even when your nose was in a book you watched me wilt like an under watered weed; you didn't particularly mind my suffering though. You always found pleasure in that sort of thing- not in a sadistic sense, I know, you wanted to nurse me to health and fix me, but I wasn't fixable. Now-
Now I'm dead.
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Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing alright :)
I’d like to ask for those emojis headcsnons for tmnt (I’m really glad you are coming back into writing about it, I’ve always liked your stuff!! I’m sure your new pieces are going to be amazing as well)
🚫 aaaand 💫, if you don’t wanna do both, you can chose one of those prompts!
Thank you, welcome back and have a good night/day 💖
Thank you, I appreciate the love so much and I'm excited too! People have only really sent one shot type request and those take awhile. I'm hoping I can do headcanons while I'm trying to go about those so I am open to headcanon request! I've got like 4 one shots drafted :")
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🚫 - what's something genuinely weird about them? like, not something considered quirky yet cute- something genuinely weird that puts other people off at first
Leonardo: I don't know why but I see Leo as coming off as really having a certain way about doing things. If you decide to help with chores at the lair or if for some reason you're doing anything infront of Leo, he will go right behind you and redo it. You fold laundry? Every piece you put down Leo will pick up and redo it. He doesn't care if you see either, in fact he'll look you in the eyes when does it. April and Casey and especially Vern have had it done to them and his brothers deal with it everyday. Over time you get used to it and it's even a little nice. Your house starts to look neater
Raphael: When he hears the phrase "Make yourself at Home" he takes it serious. He gets comfortable really fast, especially if it's obvious you're no threat. Will raid your fridge and pantry, you will go poor from how much you gotta stock up. Maybe you don't mind and want him to be that comfortable but I know it would throw me off, especially if I barely know the guy. It's more frustrating then anything, especially when it's coming in and seeing he's got his feet on your coffee table snacking on the ooey gooey bar you were saving.
Donatello: A germa-phobe to the max, you will catch him sanitizing your kitchen counters and updating your filters. He will wash your sheets without asking and will give you a hard time on personal hygiene. "Did you wash your hands? How long? Did you use the little hand brush I got you?" Yes, he will update your cleaning cabinets and he doesn't even know your favourite colour (who does that?) If you have a pet he gets like a broken roomba and fixes it up to vacuum hair and other particles up around the house
Michelangelo: Very touchy and very in your face. Some people chalk it off as him being excitable and flirty but it can become too much and very overwhelming especially when you don't even know him. The touching can be off putting, he'll be walking by and touches your shoulder. Sitting on the couch and your legs are like squished together. He gets personal and quick. Not many people are like that, I know I'm not and most people aren't so it takes a special kind of person to handle him
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💫 - what do they think is the most attractive feature they have? (This is gonna be so fucking biased, I'm sorry)
Leonardo: This sounds mean (cause it kinda is) but out of all four of the brothers Leo thinks he's got the more appealing face. Every now and then he'll be looking in the mirror and think 'Yeah, they got nothin on this'. He's terrible
Raphael: His eyes. It's really to the point and kinda the answer every insecure person gives but there's more to his reason. He believes he has bedroom eyes, that he can make his s/o melt (and he can). He stands by his answer
Donatello: He knows he's lean and tall and that alot of women like that so typically he'd say his legs but really he thinks his shoulders. They're the perfect size, perfect to grab 👀, and he has cute spots on them! What person wouldn't fall for those bad boys!
Michelangelo: He likes everything about himself but he understands he can only pick one and that'd have to be his thighs and waist. They're the perfect shape and feel. He'd even say his hands with all the cooking and nunchucking he does they're definitley worth praising
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KH3 Retrospective
I can’t believe it’s been four years already since KH3 came out. It both feels like it came out ages ago and just last month. Above was the very first screenshot I took as I started my playthrough. I was so awed by how good the textures for the stained glass on the Station of Awakening looked.
Something I did while I was playing KH3 was create a little Google doc of my first reactions/impressions (as well as spamming the screenshot button lol). Here was from the first page:
New version of Dearly Beloved is gorgeous - sounds similar to DDD version a little
Sora’s opening line is so good - Kairi is his home
Opening - Kairi and Sora’s chess pieces by each other
Kairi’s piece is the paopu piece
Riku looks gorgeous
Everyone looks beautiful
The door opening to save everyone there at the end
Seven hearts to save
Sora’s holding Xehanort’s piece at the end - checkmate?
Station of Awakening is GORGEOUS - looks like actual stained glass now
Showing Sora’s memories
Wisdom, vitality, balance - which one?!
I chose balance (yay SDG!)
Guardian, Warrior, Mystic
I chose Guardian (yay Namine!)
Tidal wave, then Sora ended up in cloud world
Destati sounds awesome
Sora’s opening lines are so good
Mysterious Tower music sounds so good
Cable Town looked gorgeous - Land of Departure?
Sora’s theme sounds kickass
Ending scenes from 0.2 played again to catch you up to speed on SDG
Next year for the fifth anniversary I want to share more of the document, perhaps in a more organized fashion (I also had a reaction document for ReMind and Melody of Memory that I might share excerpts from in the future). It’s just such a neat little time capsule of my immediate first reactions to everything, and while I had to use the pause button a lot, it’s fun to look back on what I was thinking in the moment before my later thoughts/perceptions took over. Definitely worth the time it took to record everything.
For KH4 I want to continue the trend, as it also makes for a fun way to share the first playthrough experience with my friends and it makes it easier to write analysis posts later on.
Summarizing my thoughts now on KH3:
The good: Beautiful graphics, world environments were a huge upgrade, the music was amazing, the humor in the Disney worlds was really good, Olympus Coliseum, Kingdom of Corona (the dancing minigame!), The Caribbean, San Fransokyo, Wayfinder Trio Reunion, Xion’s return, Roxas’s return, all the heartfelt Sora and Kairi moments, Young Xehanort, the Keyblade transformations, having more than two people in your party at a time now, the Luxu reveal.
The bad: No true midpoint to the game, no FF characters, the climax was rushed, wish Naminé was more involved, the way Kairi got “killed” was super bleh, and I’m still not a fan of the original ending (the secret ending excluding Kairi also made me ehhhhhh).
And this leads me into another part of the document. When I consume a piece of media, I like to think about what worked well and why. It’s just really fun to celebrate good writing and learn from it, you know? Hence all the translation/analysis posts I’ve done of certain scenes from KH3. I also like to figure out how I would “fix” anything that didn’t land for me because it’s also a good learning experience, and at the end of my initial thoughts document, I actually included a list of things I thought would improve the writing of KH3. Of course, this is all based on my own personal feelings/interpretations, and as it stands, ReMind fixed a number of them anyway. But I thought I’d share my initial “fixes” in bold and then my thoughts about them now.
Writing Changes:
Have Sora think about Kairi a la KH2 - Flynn/Rapunzel, Will/Elizabeth… - this isn’t really going to be changed at this point for obvious reasons, but I missed the little moments where Sora was thinking of Kairi in KH2 (like when Will and Elizabeth hugged, when he saw Jack and Sally dancing, etc.) and thought those would have strengthened the romantic plotline of KH3.
Sora’s reunion with Riku was anticlimactic - ditto, not gonna be updated at this point, but I remember thinking oh that’s it lol when technically we hadn’t seen them onscreen together since 2012 (trailers notwithstanding). In universe it makes sense though because it hasn’t been that long since they’ve seen each other. Plus, I assume their reunion in KH4 will be good, so I’m looking forward to that.
Sora’s reunion with Kairi was also anticlimactic - see above, not gonna get changed at this point, but I wish they’d gotten a moment together before the big group meetup or at least him reacting to seeing her again. We hadn’t seen them talk directly since Blank Points I think? (trailers notwithstanding). So yeah I was a little disappointed there wasn’t more to their reunion, and again I think a little moment or brief scene that could’ve built up to the paopu fruit more. And at this point in the game I definitely got the feeling that Nomura was rushing to finish before deadlines hit + the burnout was setting in and he couldn’t spare any time to extras like this, just the core scenes that had to be there (group meetup, Aqua and Ven convo about Terra, Riku and Repliku scene, Kairi and Sora paopu sharing scene). He might have also had to do a bunch of last minute rewrites, who knows.
Have Kairi actually send her letter to Sora - I assume this will happen at a later date, looking back now it feels like foreshadowing, so I’m not sure why I complained about this lol. I do think at some point Sora will read the letter because why go to all that trouble of showing Kairi writing it + having her read it to the audience if it won’t be significant down the line? The focus on Sora’s smile makes me think he might get the letter when he’s feeling really down and needs to be cheered up, but we’ll see.
Have Sora have some way of contacting her like he can contact Riku - Yeah idk Square acts allergic sometimes to the love interests contacting the main character (see FFXV...), and in universe she was training with Merlin and Axel in a place where time flowed differently etc. so I get why she didn’t. Again I was just thinking of ways the paopu scene could’ve been built up to more effectively within KH3 itself (obviously the paopu scene has been foreshadowed since KH1 so that wasn’t my issue, more that I wanted more buildup within KH3 that built on the buildup we saw in KH1 and KH2 and Blank Points).
Keep Kairi getting killed… but have it be because she was protecting Sora of her own free volition - Yeah I’m still not happy about how this was handled. ReMind helped make this more tolerable because she did get to fight Xehanort by Sora’s side, but I still think her “death” could’ve been handled a lot better. And that’s all I’ll say about that lol, it’s a topic that’s been discussed to death at this point.
Go into more depth about what YX said - I think this was about all of Young Xehanort’s cryptic foreshadowing to Sora, I honestly can’t remember lol. But I do think, now that I’ve replayed the game, the foreshadowing works well, so I think this was more of an initial reaction on my part.
Show Sora going to rescue her - This was one of my biggest issues with how KH3 originally ended, and I remember feeling robbed that we didn’t get to see Sora’s rescue mission of Kairi, but little did I know what Nomura had in store lol. ReMind more than fixed this, and I will be forever grateful to it and to Nomura for knowing how important this was and making sure it was added to the story. ReMind elevated KH3 so much for me, and looking back, I really do think Nomura was making the best of a bad situation (engine switch a year into development, tight deadlines, Disney being strict, serious burnout, sky high expectations...) with vanilla KH3, and I hope he gets the development time he needs to tell the story he wants to tell with KH4. I just remember reading some of his interviews post-KH3 and you could tell how exhausted and burnt out he was, and I really hope he doesn’t go through that again.
End things on a less gutpunch of an ending - I know some people loved KH3′s ending so this is subjective, but I did not lol. Thankfully, ReMind fixed this and made the ending more bittersweet now that we’ve seen Sora rescuing Kairi. It feels much better knowing he got those moments with her traveling the worlds before he disappeared.
Roxas and Sora barely interacted - ReMind fixed this too (noticing a pattern here?) I was really happy with the additional screentime they got in ReMind together because honestly, their relationship is one of my favorites in the entire series.
Sora still hasn’t thanked Namine - I assume this will happen at a later date, I just remember thinking poor Naminé hadn’t gotten thanked yet. But I do think Nomura has something specific in mind for this scene and we will see it at some future date. So less of a “this should’ve been in KH3″ thing and more “oh bummer I’ll have to wait a while yet to see this.”
Xehanort got off easy - I think this whole plot point was a victim of the rushed pacing that impacted both the climax and ending of KH3. I remember thinking to myself that Xehanort should not have gotten to die and go to Keyblade Heaven with Eraqus in the same game where he “killed” the protagonist’s girlfriend (which resulted in the protagonist’s “death”) especially not so soon after it happened. But in a way it’s also kind of realistic? The bad guy doesn’t always get what he deserves in real life, so I can see why Nomura took this angle here (though I would argue that in stories you can show good triumphing over evil and in fact people tend to want that more than realism due to the escapist nature of fiction). Then again, I’m kind of biased because I’m not a fan in general of turning Xehanort from a main villain to a misunderstood guy with an angsty backstory who was manipulated by the True Big Bad. I get the feeling we haven’t seen the last of him given that art of his younger self with an umbrella that came out for Dark Road’s ending, so I’m bracing myself for him to show up in Quadratum and team up with Sora, and meh, I just wish the series would move past him at this point, you know?
Destiny Trio still not a trio :( - fix that - I do hope that we get more Destiny Trio interactions in KH4, but looking back, I kinda get why there wasn’t a whole lot of them in KH3. The focus was more on Sora and Kairi’s relationship since that played such a key role in the climax and ending of the story, and there will be time in the future for the three to interact more. Nomura had that quote about how KH3 would feature relationships changing etc., and we did see that with the focus more on Sora and Kairi’s relationship (plus Melody of Memory gave us some Riku and Kairi interactions, and KH4 is probably gonna feature some good Sora and Riku interactions given how they’ll probably reunite before Sora and Kairi do. And then Kairi and Sora’s reunion will be important given how they were separated, and I imagine there will be at least one meaningful scene of the three of them together).
Have Kairi fight back while she’s being taken - in her defense, it was very realistic for a short, petite fifteen-year old girl to have trouble fighting back against a grown ass man who 1) towers over her and most of the rest of the cast, and 2) is wrenching her arm back in a way that meant she’d likely dislocate her own arm if she tried to fight back. I just still wish this entire plot point had been handled differently, but it’s in the past now, not much more to be said about it.
Roxas and Xion were freed maybe when Sora “died”? - I think I had this on there because I thought the story would’ve benefited from the rescues being spread out more, giving time to focus on each one and allowing some longer soft/quiet moments with the character reunions.
Anyway, thanks for reading all this. It was interesting going back and looking at my initial reactions to KH3 and how my thoughts and feelings have changed over time. I think the big factors in the shift are that ReMind really added so much to the story and fixed most of my major issues with it, and I have a better picture now of all the stressors Nomura had to deal with to get the game out the door. Honestly it’s probably a small miracle the vanilla game turned out as well as it did given all the factors he was working against, and for that I have a lot of respect for him. And it was clear he was aware of the issues, you know? Otherwise he wouldn’t have released ReMind. He wanted KH3 to be good and he wanted to make the fans happy, so he did what he could to improve on the base game. And there are some truly fantastic moments in the base game and ReMind alike that I loved analyzing every single piece of.
How about you guys? How have your thoughts/feelings towards KH3 changed over time if at all? I’d love to hear your thoughts!
#kingdom hearts#kh3#kingdom hearts 3#kh analysis#kh meta#kh retrospective#kh#retrospective#long post
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People being like "Eggman is a surprisingly good dad to Sage" and then Eggman in the game mostly just sitting there doing nothing while she's just protecting him with him giving nothing in return except an ounce of praise for doing her job as even Sage's flashback montage shows (which was actually genius btw) and then letting her go out to knowingly sacrifice herself to save him at the end is so endlessly funny to me. That's literally the best thing about how Eggman didn't do practically anything in this game, though of course I did actually want and expect way more screen time. But not of Eggman and Sage being wholesome and sweet together.
That's missing the point of the dynamic, it wasn't needed for what they were trying to portray. Eggman and Sage's dynamic was never supposed to be built on what Eggman does for her, only the other way around. While they could've made it more blatantly clear to avoid confusion and misinterpretation that was done even by me first, it is actually in the game when you look and I love that. Eggman only praises her for what she does for him, then let her sacrifice herself to save him and the world he wants to rule. He stays his own priority all the way through, it's why he created her in the first place, as even the Frontiers prequel comic was sure to emphasize
That's why I can't get behind the idea that there should've been more affectionate moments beyond Eggman's tiny praise for her saving his ass, like hugging or him doing a selfless act or having more emphasized care and emotion or something. The point is that it didn't happen, Sage's love wasn't based on that and Eggman's value also wasn't. They have much more interesting reasons, such as Sage already feeling it's her duty to protect him and being willing all along but learning to apply love to it through Sonic and friends, not Eggman. Then with Eggman's side of it, it's because he created her to do something and she actually does it, which makes him proud of his skill in creating her and makes her useful and worthy of praise to him as he says in the memos. And that's Eggman alright! 💜💕
Their father and daughter dynamic isn't your typical conventional one and doesn't have your common expecting reasonings behind it on both Eggman's and even Sage's sides. And again, I find that so much more interesting than how fandom has been attempting to simplify it or try to "fix" it, so it will fit into those boxes of generic common fandom themes. If there's any flaws with Frontiers' story at all, it certainly isn't that and I'll defend their decision in how they chose to present it, (lack of clear clarification in certain parts when needed aside at least, as too much of this is only made clear in the memos) it's actually in character and very genius that way
The more I think about it and look into it the more I love it fr. This is exactly what they need to keep going with in future media
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I want a Mostly Everyone Lives AU!!!
Like after the events of the first Life Is Strange game (wether Max chose to sacrifice the Bay or save it) Max decides fuck this I’m not accepting this shit. And she uses her powers again.
The first thing she does is travel back in time and save Chloe’s dad. After that she then uses old pictures of herself from over the 5 years she was gone from Arcadia Bay to put certain things in motion. She leaves notes for her younger self, guiding her to do things. She makes sure her younger self keeps in contact with Chloe after she leaves Arcadia.
We’re never told exactly when Chloe’s accident is in the alternate timeline where her dad lives. So I’m just gonna say for the point of this au it happens like near the end of the summer (about a month before school would start back up). So Max uses her time travel powers to set up with her parents and Chloe’s parents that every summer Max goes back to Arcadia Bay for a week near the end of the summer (the same week that Chloe’s accident is supposed to take place), and stays with the Price’s. So Max winds up being there the day the accident is supposed to happen and manages to pull Chloe into doing something else. Because of this Chloe isn’t in her car and doesn’t get run off the road and doesn’t get paralyzed.
Because of her being in constant contact with Chloe and Chloe not getting into the accident, Max also gets to meet and befriend Rachel alongside Chloe. Most of Max’s relationship with Rachel is through the phone and FaceTime. Chloe meets Rachel the school year before Max comes back to Arcadia, so this version of Max has a whole year to get to know Rachel. And Max has left notes and hints for her younger self to protect Rachel and Kate from Jefferson. And thanks to Chloe’s dad not dying, and keeping in contact with Max the whole time, and having Rachel there, Chloe doesn’t rebel as much as in the original timeline. She still gets her blue hair, but she doesn’t get in trouble at school, and keeps her grades up and doesn’t get kicked out.
The next change Max makes is that summer right before Max came back to Arcadia Bay. We know Max came back sometime in September when school started up. And by then Rachel was already dead. And she disappeared sometime between the end of the previous school year and the beginning of the school year when Max came back. So again I’m gonna say she died within that last month of the summer. So Max, knowing that that year she’s going to be going to BlackWell and that she’ll be having her annual end of the summer week at the Price’s, convinces her parents and the Price’s to let her stay with them for the whole of that month till school starts up.
With Max there in Arcadia Bay with Chloe and Rachel, she’s able to keep Rachel far away from Jefferson. Maybe even manages to expose him and his plots to the police before the school year starts up. Because Jefferson, and Nathan since he helped Jefferson, have been caught the whole Nathan shoots Chloe in the bathroom doesn’t happen.
Max also makes sure to find a way to get a lot of people to the lighthouse on the day of the storm just in case it still happens. Maybe she manages to convince the Vortex Club to have their end of the world party at the lighthouse the night the storm is supposed to happen. And maybe she finds a way to get the Price’s out of town as well for the night. And she even manages to, with the help of Rachel, get Frank and his dog out of town as well.
The storm does happen cause Max fucked with time and the storm is the price of that. Some people that are in town still die during the storm. And the town gets wrecked. But Max is able to save a lot more people this time around! Classes wind up going mostly online for a couple months while the school fixes the damages done to it during the storm. Max, Rachel, and Chloe all graduate together. And then that summer the three of them leave Arcadia Bay for the last time.
Chloe’s parents decide to move away from Arcadia as well after their house was destroyed in the storm. They move out pretty close to where Max’s parents are. And the three girls get their wish to leave Arcadia behind, and they get to do it together!!!
#life is strange#max caulfield#chloe price#rachel amber#kate marsh#au#life is strange alternate ending#max fucks with time#most people live#not everybody dies#William price lives#max saves Rachel#Jefferson gets arrested earlier#so does Nathan
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Writing on writing
I write a lot for my job. Like so much. I write all day, sometimes, between emails and reports and policy and plans and website content. A lot of it is standard non-creative writing, but a chunk of my job is creating useable activities that will engage a huge range of audiences. (I'm being cagey here just because a lot of what I'm posting on this here Tumblr , and especially what's on AO3, could potentially cause me professional issues because people are awful and expect Certain People not to do Certain Things.)
So, I write a lot. And I'm good at it. Some parts of writing, the kind I do every day, I'm excellent at. I'm the one my colleagues ask to wordsmith their ideas, or to edit their reports, or to take a collection of random facts and turn it into a compelling argument.
And I'm writing for fun now. Fiction isn't something I've delved into much, and I'm not nearly as comfortable with it as I am with other writing. I feel like I have a good sense of setting and character (though I'm still learning how to communicate both of those things in the way I want to). I can paint you a picture (heck I can give a full sensory experience, sensualist that I am), build a mood, find a spark of humour. Plot is a challenge for me, always has been. My child- and youthhood daydreams were always rambling things, more concerned with what it felt like (physically and emotionally) to be in those imagined worlds than any sort of action, and certainly not something with a satisfying beginning, middle, and end. But I'm learning as I go, and I'm surprisingly OK with that.
When I was in high school, I was made to believe I was a bad writer. My school had extraordinarily high standards for its students, and strict guidelines for what constituted "correct" writing. I was so smart, and so creative, and so undiagnosed ADHD... I hated writing the way they insisted. The neat boxes they expected writing to fit into didn't make any sense to me. I struggled. I cried a lot. I back-created drafts and outlines to fit the final papers that I wrote through in one go because they expected a draft to be the whole thing but bad, and why would I not work and rework each paragraph as I went, like my brain wanted to? Why would I leave errors and bad sentence structure there, where I could see them, where they would drive me insane because I was supposed to just "get it all out on paper" and "fix it later."
And how was I supposed to make a thesis just from my notes? It was, and is, through the process of writing that my ideas come together, and how broken was I made to feel when the thesis I said I was writing (chose at random, based on their restrictive formula of "if A and B, then C" or some nonsense) turned out to be wrong by the time I was done. The number of times I found my thesis in my conclusion was extremely high, and eventually I stopped being surprised when I drastically revised my thesis halfway through writing a paper, but that was years later.
I had one saving grace of a teacher. He wasn't supposed to be our 11th grade English teacher at all - he was the drama teacher, but the normal teacher was out on leave that year and I got lucky. (The other teacher had a Reputation. I don't know if I would have even passed, or come out with any self-esteem intact.) Instead of a five-paragraph essay, I was able to offer creative writing responses. I was encouraged to follow my wild ideas and craft beautiful, dream-like descriptions. I could turn in a poem in lieu of an essay, or reach beyond the text I was studying to look at the wider context, which made my connections-skilled brain sing. It wasn't always great. In fact, a lot of it was shaky at best, but I wasn't punished for trying something new or unexpected, my process was allowed to be my own, and I didn't hate it. Much of it was still a struggle, but it was a struggle I wanted to succeed at, as opposed to merely survive.
With all that, I still managed to graduate thinking I was a shitty writer. Technically proficient - I could proofread and edit with the best of them - but I definitely could not claim "writer" as something I was or could hope to be.
I believed it for the entirety of undergrad, where my first year I spent an entire required writing course waiting for my prof to give me anything other than effusive praise and I ended the term in tears in her office because I didn't believe her when she encouraged me to write more, and where I got straight As in my academic course the last two years, nearly all of which were analysis or history-based and all graded based on term papers. I even believed it through most of grad school where, again, I was writing so much about so many things and getting near-perfect grades.
My final year of schooling, I finally started to believe what all my university professors had tried to tell me. It took so very long and hurt so much along the way.
And now, here we are, and I'm posting my fiction for all the world to see, giving total strangers (and one or two non-strangers) a glimpse into parts of my brain that I'm only now accepting are OK to have and enjoy. And the writing is nowhere near what I wish it was. It's OK. Good even. But I read other's works and I'm blown away by what they can do, and I only wish I could make my words dance that way. Sure, my words dance, but it's not what you'd call good dancing. So every story feels like holding my dripping, beating heart in my hands as an offering and just hoping I'm not embarassing myself.
But you know what? I'm going to keep doing it, for as long as it brings me joy. And it'll get better, and I'll get better, and maybe the 15 year old inside of me will heal just a little more every time. Maybe I'll feel like I can call myself a writer
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Archival Personal Recommendations (28/10/22)
Perchance to by KatieKat527 (T) (COMPLETE)
Hob Gadling muses on modern advancements. Only as they pertain to a sleepy morning in bed with his “stranger"
Black Coffee by Darci (T) (COMPLETE)
(AKA The human!Dream coffee shop AU that no one asked for.)
He almost misses the table in the back corner. Far from the front windows and veiled by a thin curtain of ivy, a single table calls to Hob from across the cafe. It's only when he approaches the corner that Hob realises that table is occupied. Small wonder he missed this detail the first time; the man seated at the table is dressed entirely in black, and he's looking down at an open book so Hob can only see a shock of black hair. Still, there's nowhere else to sit, and apparently none of the students are inclined to share a table with a man who looks like a raven in human form.
Hob clears his throat and puts on his best smile. "Excuse me, would you mind if I shared your table?"
Unholy Spawn of a Bear and a Chainsaw by patchworkgargoyle (G) (COMPLETE)
"Dream braced himself on the desk with one hand, the other demurely covering his mouth as if to keep the sound he was making at bay. It wasn't working. If Dream didn’t look so delighted, Hob might’ve thought he was dying."
After Hours by passingnotes (E) (COMPLETE)
Hob gets a surprise visit from a certain dream king in his class
What you once wanted by starklystar (M) (COMPLETE)
“You know what kept me going, century after century?” Hob is angry enough, desperate enough, that his voice drops low, quiet. “Even when I had nothing?”
The music around them crests, waves crashing against the unyielding shores of time –
“Chimneys,” Morpheus answers, bland.
Oh, what a bastard.
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Or, dreams are memories, Hob reflects about life, and Morpheus learns a thing or two about what it means to be saved, and to be loved.
UPDATED: with art for chapters 1 and 4!
Papaver Somniferum by mywayornorway (E) (COMPLETE)
(I recommend both parts of the series)
Hob Gadling has a lot of things to offer to Dream of the Endless: his heart, his company, and, most importantly, a crown of opium poppies for him to wear as he rails him into oblivion.
in the madness (you make me feel human) by Werekoyote (G) (COMPLETE)
He felt hollow and empty, the ever present pressure of The Dreaming so keen in its absence that he feel himself lose his focus on the present.
“They have taken it. I am no more.” He says, staring at his unchanging hands. He cannot morph them. Cannot change them. They remain unyieldingly solid. Unyieldingly human. Mortal.
or a fix-it for Brief Lives. What if Morpheus chose to change?
To Worship on a Marble Altar by Delta_Pavonis (E) (COMPLETE)
Eons ago peoples had worshiped the Dream King, made sacrifices and chanted prayers, but Morpheus had never found it to his taste. And yet this. This
Of golden sand and ocean waves by sunflowerdust (G)(COMPLETE)
“Darling your coat is getting wet.”
“Ah,” the Endless grunted and held the sides of his coat up like how a Victorian era princess would hold up her dress while running down the grand staircase of her father’s castle.
or, Rose meets her great uncle and her history professor at the beach.
All the things I've done and I've seen, still don't know what it means to be human by robynvite (G)
“I would try,” Dream said. “To be human. If this is your will.”
“Yes!” Death exclaimed, and threw an arm around Dream’s shoulder in celebration. Dream carefully folded an arm around Death in return. They stood like this for a while, an embrace between siblings, a quiet understanding between them. Suddenly, Death started laughing. First, small giggles, then chuckles, and then a full, loud laugh.
Dream raised a silent eyebrow at them.
“Oh, it’s just that you are going to be absolutely hopeless without your powers, it’s going to be hilarious. Have you ever done anything the human way?”
“I have observed,” Dream said, haughtily.
Death succumbed to another bout of laughter.
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Or, the one in which Dream of the Endless, Morpheus, retires all of their powers and becomes human.
Inspire in Me, Desire in Me by Ellopoppet. (T) (COMPLETE)
It’s the right day, but the year is all wrong, and Dream suspects that there’s something else not quite right even before he finds himself standing in front of the shuttered remains of the White Horse Tavern. Still, he’s chilled in a way he’s not accustomed to feeling, reminiscent of the hopeless, free-falling frost that climbed up his spine and inside his gut the day he was meant to meet Hob when he was imprisoned. And that’s what it is, he realizes, this cold feeling. Hopelessness.
Should Dream seek him out, would Hob welcome him as a friend, or turn his shoulder as he would on an intruder? It’s what he would deserve, Dream muses as he’s preparing to turn heel from the tavern’s closed gates, even though as he’s resigning himself to shame he’s also gearing up to make this his next mission, his next purpose: to find Hob Gadling.
Alternatively: Dream and Hob find each other in 2021, and see no reason why they have to wait centuries to see each other again. And again.
#Sandman Fic masterlist#Dreamling Fic masterlist#Dreamling#the Sandman#Hob Gadling#Dream of the Endless#the dreaming archive#archival personal recommendations masterlist
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“Wherever You’re Going, Don’t Leave Me Behind.”
“Spacing out during a conversation while they’re speaking, and needing to regain focus.”
The thing Bo Katan always despised about her title was how much time was spent talking, instead of fighting. At least, when she was younger, when she believed her only gift was destruction and war. When fighting was all she knew how to do, and conversation wasn’t needed to snag a bounty when you could put your fist into their skull.
She was older now though, and understood that fighting, wars, and violence, they didn’t make the mandalorian culture great, it led to their weakness, to their near extinction at the hands on the empire. She thought of Satine often as she grew older, and found herself trying to emulate her ori’vod as she grew with their salvaged home.
Mandalorian’s from across the Galaxy had started to visit in droves, to see if it was true, to pick fights, or to offer aid. Their people were scattered among the stars, in order to ensure survival, but Bo had wanted to ensure they always had a home, a tie back to their roots.
Caverns were turned into conference areas, places were all could gather to discuss next moves within their safe zones, what would be expanded where, jobs that passed along the trade routes that had been established recently.
The room was filled to the brim with many who’d returned from the children of the watch, a handful of bounty hunters also lined the edges of the room. The discussion… wasn’t the best, even with The Armorer present. Bo spoke to the mandalorian’s about their home, about honor, about fixing the wrongs of their past, and still they’d been stubborn, much like the armorer seemed at first.
When a Bounty Hunter, armor decorated in dark greens and browns, a heavy cloak around his shoulder to cover the death watch signet emblazoned in armor too old, passed between father to son. “What makes you think you deserve to rule mandalore? Your blood? Bantha Shit.” The hunter barked out a laugh at his own words, head shaking as he leaned back in his position against the wall.
“You gave up on the thought of retaking our home, if I’m correct. Your family joined the empire up until the Rebellion gained traction, so perhaps leave the judgement of blood out of any challenge you have for me.” The Mand’alor spat back without missing a beat. She’d known his father during her own stint with the Death Watch, a man with no honor, who hid behind his armor like a child.
The conversations continued much in this fashion around her, as children of the watch started to question if The Way even mattered, while the bounty hunters questioned if the planet was even worth saving-
It was… too much, at once, really. If she’d been Satine, or even The Armorer, the situation would have never gotten out of control, but she wasn’t certain of how to handle a situation like this, where her ingrained instincts and fear told her to lash out and fight, create a challenge where one hadn’t been established, prove her worth to people like her: who only believed violence could solve a problem in the way of a true Mandalorian.
Green eyes chose a point on a helmeted warrior’s chestplate, stuck on the way the artificial light in the room plucked out the red paint chips in yellow armor. She’d disassociated the second her own death Watch experiences were announced, had spaced out far enough so she could just get a second to think, in that quiet corner of her mind where she could hear Satine, could try to hear her sisters voice, imagine what she would say to her to help-
A warm hand grabbed her own, and the voice she heard was not the regal tone of her Ori’Vod, but the rich alto of The Armorer “Hey, wherever you’re going, don’t leave me behind.” Her voice was just quiet enough to not pass to the others, but loud enough to break through the spaced out fog.
Blinking, her focus pulled from the chipped armor, focusing on the dark visor, where she knew the Armorer’s eyes were focused on her own. “I’m not going anywhere,” Her voice was low, and her hand squeezed around the fingers that lay in her palm. “How would you…?” Because the Armorer felt like peace, and reassurance, when Bo Katan felt like a blazing inferno of anger and violence, the Armorer always directed her towards making something beautiful.
“You need to get their attention again, do not bring up their past, just as you do not wish yours to be resurfaced. Show them what we can accomplish together, lady Kryze.” The armored provided helpfully, finally allowing her hand to drop from Bo’s, who’d only reached once more before taking a slow, steadying inhale.
“Hey! This is not why we’re here,” her voice rose above all the chatter, projecting that same air of steadiness The Armorer always seemed to lend her way. “We can’t keep fighting, we’ve seen where it leads, to more death and destruction, to an eventuality we can’t recover from. What matters, is each of us is here now, what doesn’t matter, is what paths we walked to get here,”
“We are all Mandalorian, this is our home. This was accomplished because we set aside our differences, we stopped focusing on who was better, because we, as a whole, are stronger together. We can thrive again, but not if everyone is set on the past.” She explained, taking a moment to look past every pair of eyes and each visor.
“Mandalore will never be like it was, we’ve all changed, our planet has changed, and we need to reflect that. That we’ve grown… we’ve had the time to grow, and now we have the room. And we will, I can promise that, today. But we need to agree, here and now, that we’ll set aside our differences, so mandalore can survive.” Her hands flexed at her side, it was easier to punch her way through these situations, but slowly, as heads started to nod, and chatter picked up briefly, she came to the realization that peace was a lot less painful than she’d thought as a teenager.
“This is the way.” Sounded from many in the room, those who did not echo the sentiment, likely hadn’t been raised with the phrase as deeply embedded in their beings like the children of the watch had. Though she’d noticed one or two bounty hunters chime in with the rest.
“If you chose to make a home here, please come see me after you’ve explored the safe zones and have seen the rest of our rebuilding efforts yourselves. You are all free to leave, and are all welcome back whenever you wish.” She promised each mandalorian, as bodies started to file out of the rooms.
After the last slipped from the door, Bo allowed herself to sink into one of the metal chairs towards the center, back slouching as her elbows made a home against her knees. “It doesn’t get easier.” She remarked, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose.
“In time, it will not get easier, but you will learn the best ways to connect and handle our people. We have always been a stubborn group.” The Armorer’s tone was laced with something like amusement as she approached the back of Bo’s seat, hands resting on the woman’s shoulders, to which the redhead immediately leaned back into.
“Where did you go?” She asked after several beats of silence, thumbs pressing into the slip between Bo’s armor and flightsuit, offering a mild relief.
“My sister hasn’t always been as wrong as I wanted to believe,” Bo admitted, head tilting back to stare up at the armorer, back of her head resting against the other woman’s stomach. “I try to think of what she would do, in these situations I don’t know how to handle. She was peaceful. I… never got the hang of it.”
The Armorer had hummed softly in thought, as one hand moved to brush flyaways in Bo’s hair down, smoothing out each strand. “I believe you are more inclined to peace than even you wish to admit. It is a difficult path to walk when one has ran along a path of violence. But I believe you have carved yourself your own way, in between both worlds.” She always seemed to come back to it, which… well Bo wasn’t sure how it made her feel.
It was always a mixture of awe, that someone could look at her and see something great, and that bone deep guilt, dread at having people to disappoint again. Lately though, it made her start to feel more competent with the new world they were walking into together.
“If you start to go, again. Take me with you?” The armorer questioned again, after another long beat of silence. Where the woman had sat and debated the thought before voicing it.
“You’re there more often than you think.” The Mand’alor retorted with a bashful smile, shoulders shrugging because, maybe she should be embarrassed. Admitting that when she needed strength, when her mind would space, she could often hear The Armorer’s voice with her sisters, helping guide her along the way.
“That’s all I ask, then.” The smile was in her voice , with the way her tone dipped higher just a smidge, and the way her helm tilted to the side just a fraction.
“Come on, Koska said she was making Pog soup for everyone. And Axe managed to find a trader who made Uj cake.” Bo pushed herself to her feet, reaching to grab The Armorer’s hand in a way that was becoming more and more familiar, as they left the caverns, only dropping her hand before they stepped into view of their people once more, going to join in festivities of more and more mandalorian’s coming home.
#bo katan kryze#the mandalorian#bo katan x the armorer#the armorer#nitearmor#I just love her growth#mentioned Satine Kryze#stubborn mandalorians#they’re just soft#I’m soft#this was definitely a projection piece
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Okay Loki thoughts on the season two finale specifically because I watched the season too spread out to remember enough details from the other episodes. And I need to get these thoughts out!!!
So my thoughts kind of go into two “categories” as we’ll call ‘em. The first is more about the actual plot and stuff of the episode, and the second is the cinematography (idk another word for it) aka just how the show was shot and like vague analysis from someone who doesn’t know all that much about this subject lol. But anyway, this season finale was absolutely fantastic. Having waited like a literal month or so to watch it I did get spoiled for the ending, BUT it was vague enough that I really had no idea what would happen or what it meant, so I wasn’t really sucked out of the viewing experience and was just as excited. Also as I’m writing this I’m just now realizing they started and ended this show with an episode titled “Glorious Purpose” holy shit. Mm. The way this show has depicted Loki’s character arc from someone who was certain he was destined for greatness that he had to force others to let him have to then becoming someone who really just wanted a simple office life surrounded by his friends, but ultimately chose to sacrifice his greatest want just for the overall greater good of everybody??? Ugh??? Anyway back to the episode itself. So, the section when Loki keeps time slipping back and back and back to try and get everything to work perfectly, the mounting desperation in his actions just becomes more and more apparent. I mean, he was pretty desperate when he started, but you have to be REALLY really desperate to spend 100 years learning complicated ass science and math. And then there’s also the fact that before the century of learning (which btw where did he even go???), he had to experience failure over and over again, countless times that we definitely didn’t see. And i know he’s experienced failure before but this is definitely different right? This isn’t failure for a purely selfish goal, this is failure of a goal to save everyone that also happens to be a bit selfish. AND Timely does over and over which cannot be nice to see/hear.
And then ya know as the episode goes on the desperate acts just continue as he goes to try to stop Sylvia from killing He Who Remains, and may I just say this scene was pretty fucking interesting actually?? Like not just the fact that Loki apparently learns to pause time but just the conversation that they have, the way that Loki here’s all these points of views, all these different things of people saying what should be done, what exactly is the bigger picture all that. And then he makes a conclusion of his own. He takes He Who Remains’s points about the inevitability of it all, Sylvie’s arguments that every timeline should get to exist and have a fighting chance, and also just the fact that he wants his friends to stay alive, he’s like okay well. If this is what’s wrong, and this is what I need to have done for everybody to be safe, then I need to do something that benefits everybody even if it means I don’t necessarily benefit. Which then leads me to his talk with Season 1 Mobius. And the fact that he literally becomes this essentially all powerful god that sits on a throne and literally is the fucking tree of life from Norse mythology. Don’t even look at me I need a minute.
And don’t even get me fucking started on Mobius in this episode oh my god. He’s getting his own paragraph. Like dude!!! My man was the only one to say something every time Loki would go back to rush the whole fixing the time loop scenario, and then when Loki is faced with this ultimatum of killing Sylvie or letting HWR dies and leading to the destruction of the TVA, what does he do? He fucking goes and talks to Mobius oh my god??? He asks Mobius for advice, and he completely takes that shit to heart. I actually have way more thoughts on this specific scene but that’ll be for another time this is already suuuper long. But anyway yeah like Mobius was just fucking wonderful this episode. Skipping to the end because honestly that’s where the heartbreak is, I a hundred percent agree with others about Mobius getting on the timeline so Loki can see him. He was so adamant about not seeing what his life could’ve been like I don’t think just because the branches were saved he would’ve been like “ya know what maybe I do wanna see it!” Like no I’m sorry. And also i dunno if this is necessarily how it works but he went to a timeline that already HAD a Mobius. So that wasn’t even his timeline. Or maybe it was I’m honestly not sure but ANYWAY. The way the rest of that scene plays out where there’s just so much space beside him, the close up of his face against this bright blue background like it MEANS something I know it does. It’s giving foreshadowing ya know? I might just be blowing smoke though. I just think it’s interesting that THIS is what Mobius decides to do. “Let time pass”, in a timeline where one of him already exists. There’s gotta be more to it right? Is he gonna try to get to Loki somehow? Is he just gonna hop around but stay where he knows Loki will be able to easily see him? God I hope so.
I think we’ll end it there if any of this made any sense then congrats and also I’m sorry 😭. If I post further thoughts I promise to make them more coherent and less rambly.
#sorry everyone this is not the most coherent thing I’ve ever written#this is why my essays never did that great in school lmao#if you read the whole thing tho I appreciate it very much <3#loki spoilers#loki series#loki#mobius#long post#my bad#also I just wanna say this was written over the course of several days
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i was thinking a bit about the shikabane massacre.
the shikabane clan was isolated from jujutsu society for a very long time ( we're talking a couple centuries ), so even after they were reintroduced in the 1800s, they'd have been extremely secretive about how they operate. trust issues are a feature, not a bug, literally bred into their bloodline so as to maintain a certain degree of separation from other sorcerers, especially when it comes to any who would try to exert authority over their clan. they avoided external influence clear until the 1990s, really only cooperating with other clans and sorcerers in ways that made sense to them. because of this inherent reluctance and lack of trust, they're sort of an 'island' - on their own, with too few sorcerers to provide to the pool and keep hold of their position as a once 'great' clan.
hence why it was so easy for them to collapse. and when they collapsed, i'd say the news was less of a shock and more of a depressing but fitting end to them as a whole. even after reintroducing themselves to jujutsu society, they couldn't get over certain aspects of their character and so were left to figure their shit out on their own - to literally everyone's detriment. they had no allies, only tentative acquaintances too put off by their overbearing attitudes and unreachable expectations to go any further than that ( each clan head was sort of impossible; the good ones just wanted the absolute best and nothing else for their loved ones, and the bad ones always had ulterior motives (as we can see with taisho), so arranged marriages never happened, the clan did not expand unless it went outside where they could sort of bully whoever into doing what they wanted ).
but how much would jujutsu society even know? enough. i think certain people would know everything about it - namely the higher-ups, maybe people who have a knack for knowing things they probably shouldn't. but most would probably only know that there was a massacre at the shikabane estate resulting in the almost complete annihilation of the clan. they did everything in their power to obfuscate the truth, clinging to what dignity they still had - going so far as to omit taisho's role entirely from any explanations. they were too prideful to admit one of their own chose to succumb to the influence of a curse, and that they were entirely ignorant to the curse overall. kurai went especially hard on this, since kaede is as strong as he is ( reputation and all that; they let other sorcerers believe something truly tragic befell the shikabane clan, lying by omission to save face ). i imagine when the news broke, it was surprising so many of them were killed when there'd been plenty of sorcerers in the family to fend off the curse, so they called it a 'handful of 1st grades' and left it at that.
anyway, this secretive and distrusting behavior inevitably extended to kaede, though this has less to do with general clan attitudes and everything to do with how he was treated following the massacre in 1998. everyone set the blame on his shoulders, forced him to accept the responsibility of fixing it, so he's never spoken about it and probably never will, not even to set the record straight when he's got nothing left to lose. external blame became internal and personal, and why would he want anyone to know he 'allowed' his clan to be destroyed? why would he tell anyone that what happened was his fault, that he could've done something but simply chose not to? he really couldn't have done anything, he was goddamn 6, but that's not the point; he believes it's his fault. he believes he could've done something. he believes it's his responsibility. and in doing so, this inadvertantly protected the clan's pride, allowing yet more to fester within it.
anyway, all i'm trying to say is that it would be extremely difficult to get this information out of kaede, and that most people just wouldn't know any of the specifics about what happened. just that there was a curse that massacred most of their clan on account of how tight-lipped, prideful, and secretive they are. i think, though, it would be reasonable to assume some details would leak, like, say, taisho was involved and was also very mentally unstable. 1 + 1 = 2 type shit. it wouldn't be especially difficult to connect the dots, but no one is gonna say 'you're getting hotter' when whoever's drawing the lines figures it out. s'all i'm saying.
#死/// Headcanon.#death /#/ like if it takes being 4 seconds away from death for him to admit he loves someone#/ it'll take actually dying for him to admit anything about his family history r.i.p.
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Tell me more about fugito-svenska 👀
Okay, so this is my original Urban Fantasy novel, which is like 80% complete. The file is called fugito-svenska (fugito-swedish) because I do have a lazy English version too. God, how do I pitch this...
Eleonora Folkungadotter (Elle) is one of the few people in the world who knows that magic is real. Her family is a part of a European organization called Domus, and their task is to protect humanity against mages. While her brother was raised to one day take over as the Swedish leader after their father, Elle knows she's nothing but a pawn in the wealthy families constant struggle for power. Her only purpose is to smile and look pretty.
On her 21st birthday, her brother goes against their father's wishes and reveals the true family secret to her: what they actually do to protect humanity. As it turns out, it's imprisonment. Her brother proudly tells her that the powers of the oh-so dangerous mages are now being harnessed for various purposes, but Elle can't share his excitement. At all. She's appalled, because when she looks at those cells, all she can see is humans. They're mages, but they look just like her.
(This might be the time to mention that Elle is not completely normal either. She's refused to acknowledge it to herself, but there are certain things she can do that's a little an orthodox. If she wants out of a situation badly enough, she can go to a door, focus on Anywhere but here, anywhere but here, anywhere but here, the door will open up somewhere else; most of the time at Gustavianum, her favorite museum. According to Domus, her power would make her a Fugito (Latin for I flee), and that's why it's the name of the book. Elle starts out as a really selfish and self-centered person, and her power kind of matches that.)
Her brother's unexpected decision to show her the prison also has unexpected consequences. Since pretty much everyone was supposed to be at her birthday banquet, Amir Al-Yasiri, the Folkung family's head of security, chose this particular moment to do a prison break. Amir's brother was taken in by the Folkungs several years ago, and he's been plotting ever since. He did not expect the Folkung kids to be there.
Things get complicated after this, but Elle ends up getting swept along in this prison break, and since she really really really wants to get out of that mess, she manages to open a door-portal and save a gang of mages.
So, that's the set up for the slowly unfolding found family story. She's a Folkungadotter, an enemy of all mages, but she's also a mage herself. She knows too much about the mages' plan to destroy Domus, but they're not comfortable with killing her either, so they decide that they're simply going to have to drag her into their heist (yes, there's rules to the magic, there are ways to stop her from door-portaling her away).
Theeeen we have Amir, who feels responsible for her being trapped with the mages (his brain operates like, his plan = his fault if it fails, no matter the circumstances). Long story short: he did a lot of shit that he's not proud of to get the job he needed to save his brother, but he doesn't want to be that person anymore. He wants to be the kind of person who keeps promises and fixes his mistakes. He hates the Folkungs and thinks Elle a brat, but he will get her back to her family. (Yeah, he fails pretty hard at this.)
The general story from here is probably pretty obvious. Elle feels a sense of belonging that she's never experienced as Eleonora. She sees the mages as people, and accept that she's a mage too. She does love her family though, so... complicated. And we obviously have a slow burn romance between her and Amir. It's the bodyguard trope.
Mood boards, yay!
#not tolkien#rambling way too late at night after having taken my sleeping pill#what could possibly go wrong#MOOD BOOOOARDS
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