#the fight takes place in a desert and the underdog keeps pushing the other into the cacti instead of actually going after them

[multifandomhoodies]

Finnpoe Rec List!

There’s some really fantastic Finnpoe fics out there and I’ve been setting aside fics from my bookmarks for this for a while! These are just some of my faves, so enjoy!! 

Canon/Canon Adjacent (not AUs outside general Star Wars universe) 

“how to become the spark” by sassy_ninja (G - 49.7k

Poe Dameron, commander of the Resistance fleet, best pilot in the galaxy, hotshot trigger-happy flyboy, he's all of these things plus a little bit more. This is the story Poe Dameron, shy farmboy, doting son, idiot gay, soldier who tries his best not to be broken by the war roaring around him and most of all just a human in a galaxy which doesn't care about things like love, friendship and fear. This is how he breaks and how he begins to heal again and how he starts to learn what it means to be alive. Or Poe Dameron's life from his childhood to the end of the war.

“bathed in blue light” by delgay (M - 17.4k)

When Finn turns to his right, Poe stands beside him, looking up at Finn and giving him what might be a smirk if he weren’t too busy smiling. It’s that same smile that’s made home on his face ever since Finn said, “I’d like to see Yavin IV. If I’d be welcome.” Poe had blinked fast, but the smile came slow. “Buddy,” he’d replied, “I’m offended that you even had to ask.”

A year after the Battle of Exegol, Finn and Poe visit Yavin IV. While there, Finn struggles with the Force and his complicated relationship with Poe.

“we slept with our backs against the weather” by bogpersons (T - 8.4k)

Poe’s breaths come in stops and starts, and wheezes on the inhale and exhale. He sounds like a dying man. Finn lifts Poe’s hand to his lips, presses it there, squeezes his eye shut. Something harsh and painful swells in his chest, finds a place under his heart and pushes and pushes and pushes until Finn can barely breathe with it. You are a Human Person. Finn and Poe crash on a jungle planet. Finn struggles with himself.

“We Stan A Healthy Family Dynamic (The Kes Verse)” by AphroditesTummyRolls SERIES (Not rated, 161.7k)

Get in losers, we're giving the Star Wars Sequel cast the story they deserved-- Particularly Poe and Finn.

[Set after the events of TFA, rewrites of TLJ and neat little bits in-between. Poe deals with the aftermath Kylo Ren’s interrogation, dealing with regret and trauma, with the help of his friends and dad through a rewrite of TLJ.]

“your love will be safe with me” by incalyscent (T - 8.6k)

when finn stripped away the violence from himself, what did he have left? it was love; love; love.

“i’m yours (and suddenly you’re mine) by spacepilotprince (E - 4.3k)

Finn snorts against Poe's stomach, and it forces a ticklish laugh out of him. “Laying it on a little thick tonight, aren't you?” Finn asks as he looks up at Poe, and finds that grin he heard in his voice.

“Not the only thing that's thick,” Poe says with a smirk, glancing down between them towards Finn's cock.

“Oh, shut up,” Finn laughs, surging up to kiss him, muffling Poe's laughter. Poe runs his hands over Finn's shoulders and tips his head aside, sending Finn's mouth down his jaw and neck.

“Contact” by earthmylikeness (M - 9.9k)

Because what could Finn do but live through it? Live in the remains of his own shipwrecked mind, his badly-crossed wires. Imagine Poe’s perpetually bitten mouth on him - his wide, calloused hands on his bare chest, pulling him down and down whenever he so much as closes his eyes. 

Finn has a delayed reaction to surviving the crash.

“Best Laid Efforts” by cosmicocean (T - 3.7k) @cosmicoceanfic

In which Jessika and Temmin do their best, aren't even subtle about it, and Poe and Finn are still morons.

“Ad Pacem” by SteveTrevorsStarship (T - 1.5k) 

Finn knows war and rebellion so far. He doesn’t know peace. (Yet.)

“First Comes the Night” by coffeeinallcaps (E - 20.1k)

He doesn’t get nightmares. He doesn’t dream about the mask, the cries of the villagers, waking up in the desert with a blinding headache and his mouth filled with blood and the man who’d saved him gone, most likely dead. Instead, he just can’t sleep.

“have you heard” by peradi (Not rated, 42.1k)

"I heard FN-2187 was a Stormtrooper." 

Finn sparks a revolution.

“Doubt” by Cadoan (T - 1.4k) 

After the battle of Crait, something has changed in Poe. Poe can't sleep, and Finn goes to find him.

“Neither Here Nor There” by d8rkmessengr (T - 7.8k)

Sometimes, it felt like he wasn't really here. Sometimes, it felt like it wasn't really over. And the one person who tethered him left to finally tell Rey something. Post The Rise of Skywalker.

“How to Be a Finn” by Ayashiki (G - 111k)

In a hindsight, all of it - the stolen childhood, the crash on Jakku, Han Solo's death, even the lightsaber to the back - was easier than living in this world of invisible social clues and inside jokes, the whirlwind of this ragtag family that defied any logic, the caring, the compassion, the love. And all the while people tell him: Finn, you are so brave! Finn, you are so strong! Finn, you are so kind! Finn, thank you for saving my life! And FN-2187 looks to the stars and desperately tries to find this "Finn" everyone seems to know in himself.

“On the Other Side” by StarMaple (T - 27.2k)

Finn discovers the differences first hand between the First Order and the Resistance and establishes a space for himself on D'Qar.

“we are all stardust” by synergenic (Losseflame) (Not rated, 15.3k)

Finn wakes up. He wakes up slow, the rising tide of consciousness making him aware, firstly, of how stale his mouth tastes. Then it's the general stiffness of his body, the foreign feeling of a pillow beneath his head, the softness of the clothes he's wearing. Finn doesn't think he's ever worn clothes so soft.

“No Sleep till Brooklyn” by TheCarrot (T first chapter, second chapter E, - 10.4k)

Poe is exhausted. And not just because he hasn’t slept for more than three hours at a time in Force knows how long. Moreover it’s the 39 flights he’s run in the last 22 days and the fact Pava had gotten deathlike sick eight days ago and then they had fallen behind on a few supply runs and an emergency evacuations of some of their pathfinders and then there had been a last minute scramble to one of their allies in the mid rim with far too many TIEs to be comfortable and then- well, Poe just wants to fall over onto the floor and stay there.

AUs

“Time of the Underdog” by beeeawolf, SERIES. (G & T, 56k)

Modern times AU, Poe is a former Navy pilot who was discharged after a crash and being a POW. Finn is a university student who manages to catch Poe’s run away dog, BB-8, who’s literally everything to him.

“We Didn’t Start the Fire” by MayGlenn and cognomen (E - 10.7k)

There’s a calm that claims them all when they’re working and it’s going the way it’s supposed to; the low-level hum of concentration and focus and adrenaline that keeps them on edge without panic. The crew deploys from Idaho, a home base that they see perhaps 3 weeks out of the entire 26 week fire season, interspersed with time in camps and housing all over the country. This week, it’s California—sunny, liberal, beach lined, and on fire.

Finn's a Hotshot firefighter; Poe's the team Helitack operator. They're headed to California to fight a fire in San Jacinto; dangerous country.

“It’s Not Goodbye” by mssrj_335 (T - 25.9k)

Finn is an ex-soldier on a solo motorcycle trip across America. Poe is the mechanic in a small desert town. Poe wants to keep his secrets and Finn is running from something--or toward it--and the part for his bike is going to take at least a week to come in. What starts as a quick stop and awkward flirt devolves into a conspiratorial intrigue of a very personal nature. Lights in the desert, headaches and vague memories all point Finn to something that has Poe tied in knots. He just has no idea how far that something will take him.

“A Possibility (A Promise)” by sapphistication (T - 5.9k)

Poe, Prince of Yavin, is briefly reunited with the Resistance Fighters lead by General Leia Organa. After three years apart, he quickly finds that his affections for Finn are of a different nature than he remembers. Despite the war they find themselves in, they share a few moments of peace by the fire, filled with soft words and meaningful smiles. Time works against them, but Poe seeks a possibility and makes a promise.

#finnpoe #stormpilot #star wars #finnpoe fic #finnpoe fic rec #stormpilot fic #stormpilot fic rec #stormpilot fic recs #finnpoe fic recs #finn #poe dameron #poefinn #fic rec #fic recs #fic rec list #if you enjoyed any of these please considering rbing this post so others can see! #star wars fic #star wars fic rec #rey #leia organa

[belit0]

Anonymous:

Hey can you do Indra with a partner who's equally power thirsty as he is? (s/o is already strong and absolutely a top)

Power couple goals!

Power couple goals for our King🧙‍♀️

After trying to kill each other countless times, Indra and [Y/N] finally understood that they could not erase each other’s existence. They are both highly powerful, and for every attack or defense that one presents, the other has an equally strong trump card up the sleeve.

Your life was relatively quiet until you came face to face with the deserter from the Ōtsutsuki clan, who with airs and graces of violence and revenge sought to increase his power at all costs. The problem is that you were looking for the same thing. Your story is different, you were not betrayed by your family, you were not turned away by your village, but the darkness hovers over your soul in the same way.

This is something that you notice in Indra from the first moment that you cross glances. How his only desire is to dominate, to destroy, to conquer, to impose himself. But this is a disadvantage in your plans, because in a world as broken as the one you both live in, there cannot be two rulers over the underdogs.

From your first meeting, you were both destined to try to kill each other. He underestimated you, believing that your power and intelligence would never compare to his, and it was at that moment that he condemned the encounter to an infinite draw.

The village you were in was big, with a largely developed self-sustaining system, a stable place to dominate and make your home, your empire. With determination, you knew that you would stay there, fight any villager or warrior who wanted to challenge your rules and build your much-desired kingdom.

And that’s what you’ve been doing for the past three months. You had found this place by pure chance while walking through the forest, looking for a location where you could rest and recharge your supplies to continue your journey. But just in the same way that you arrived as a terrifying stampede for the helpless village, so did Indra.

The people tried to fight against your orders, in fact, you annihilated almost the entire military unit that the village had. It was a struggle to be heard, you had to repress and punish them all over, but eventually, they dropped their rebellion, giving in to your inevitable command.

When things were going relatively well for you, a suspicious traveler appeared at the entrance to the village, and invaded the settlement carelessly. Killing villagers in the blink of an eye, the very same Indra Ōtsutsuki appeared in your home, attempting to steal everything that was yours.

Of course, you had heard the legends about this man. Myths run as fast as the shooting stars in the sky. But that did not mean that you believed the stories that reached your ears when you were traveling from place to place. If the tongues didn’t lie, this warrior wasn’t someone normal, but someone on your level. You were always smart and learned that underestimating your enemies was the fastest way to dig your own grave, so when Indra demanded to speak to the village leader, you waited and tested his patience.

“If you don’t bring the head of this wretched place here this instant, I will have to get rid of all of you, one by one… the choice is yours.”

Faced with the man’s threat, a desperate villager looked directly in your direction. Hiding among the sea of people watching Indra’s massacre, you listened to his speech. You prayed internally that this villager would not be so foolish as to give away your identity in front of your enemy, but of course, you could not expect much from people so inferior to you.

“[Y/N]-SAMA! PLEASE SAVE US PLEASE THIS MAN IS INSA- ”

Before he could speak any further, you pierced his right eye with a sharp Senbon, thrown towards your victim from a formidable distance. No one noticed the weapon that struck the villager, but of course, Indra was able to track and detect the movements, and when the villager fell dead in front of the crowd, he already had his eyes on you.

A long dark red cape covered you completely, from head to toe. Its hood covered your eyes, preventing your enemy from using his visual powers on you. That was the first thing you noticed when he burst into your village, confirming that the stories about him were real.

“What kind of leader is such a coward enough to hide among those who are the lowest followers… [Y/N]-Sama… I despise you; I should do you a favor and kill you here and now.”

“You should try, Ōtsutsuki Indra. I don’t guarantee your fate, anyway. Take the risk.”

That’s how the first fight between the two happened. It lasted an incalculable amount of time, occupying days, and nights of physical fatigue. The chakra exhaustion attacked the two of you at the same time, signaling the same level of accumulation. On the battlefield, where they had fought vigorously and relentlessly, they collapsed.

By the time you woke up, Indra was sitting next to you, and his intentions felt different. You were no longer detecting homicidal feelings towards you. The man was calm, relaxed in some way. His clothes were torn and dirty, and you assumed that yours were too. You were unable to move your body, as the pain spread mercilessly through all your limbs, so you just watched him.

If for some reason he decided to kill you at that very moment, there would be nothing you could do to prevent it. But instead, he simply stared at you when he heard your groans of bodily pain, and you gazed in confusion at his countenance. The man who fought you seemed to have vanished.

“Why didn’t you kill me? Keeping me alive and watching me die is quite cynical…”

“I have no intention of killing you, not yet. You have proven to be efficient, and you could work in my plans.”

“Your plans… Why would I be interested in participating in them? Just kill me.”

“I’m afraid I won’t do that. I’m proposing an alliance, if you don’t accept, I’ll leave you here on the floor, incapacitated and at your mercy. You know, someone said to me a few days ago ‘You should try Indra, I’m not assuring your luck, anyway. Take the risk’. I don’t assure your luck [Y/N], take the risk”.

“Shut up, you idiot, cocky, annoying, fucking asshole… Did you say days? Has it been days?”

“You know how to fight, but you don’t know how to calculate the time it takes to beat your opponent… too bad, you’re missing points. Are you in or not?”

“What exactly should I do…”

“Help me, to form my clan. Once you conceive my heirs, you are free. Until then, you are bound to comply.”

“You’re crazy to think I’ll help you with that.”

“Very well, then, I will set out again on my journey. It’s a shame about your dreadful village… we killed everyone with our fight and destroyed the land. Good luck surviving.”

“Wait! … Shit… I’ll go with you, but we’ll share the power equally.”

“You think you’re in a position to negotiate? How delusional.”

“Not at this moment, but when you want to impose yourself again, we’ll solve it by fighting.”

“You sound very confident… I accept, but when you have to surrender to me, don’t expect me not to enjoy the victory.”

"Be quiet and help me.”

Abruptly, he stood up as if nothing had happened, and lifted you off the ground with him. Quickly, you were positioned on his shoulder, just like a rag doll. The only thing you could focus on was the painful ways your body bounced with each step from Indra, who showed no compassion for your poor health.

That’s how the two of you started a complicated relationship, which, between fights and provocations, became something addictive that neither of you could give up. Suddenly years had passed since the first encounter, and your days were filled with challenges for power.

Neither of you wanted to give in to the other. You knew that Indra would not abandon you even if you continued to extend the time to conceive his heirs, you could feel it in his soul and see it in his eyes. The Ōtsutsuki had developed a strong attachment to you, love, I would dare to call it, and even if it took a lifetime to form your family, he would never change you for anyone.

So, in the meantime, both of you were playing a little game. Your routine was based on constantly provoking the other, pushing the other to the limit so that the situation would end in an inevitable fight to the death. The funny thing is that, as both maintained the same level of power, there was never a winner. Weeks could pass in a single confrontation, but no one was ever victorious over the other.

For years, the two would travel around the world. With no need to settle in one specific place, terrifying legends about the couple spread throughout the villages and towns, telling how the most powerful partners in history wandered the Earth, looking for power and control to feed on. Your days were joyous as you found a small village to destroy together, delighting in the screams of the villagers, making love over the blood of the murdered people.

Everyone began to fear your presence, escaping the sighting of [Y/N] and Indra, reincarnations of hellish beings.

At some point, Indra became somewhat impatient. Without warning, he began to show the need to find a place to build a real-life for both of you, where he could give birth to his family with you. Without any complaint, you accepted the request and decided that maybe it was time to listen to his desire.

A déjà vu hit you when you found yourself standing in front of the big door of a village, your man next to you, looking straight at the frightened people who were turning pale in front of you both. The satisfaction of power ran through your veins, and from the strong grip Indra held in your hand, you knew he felt the same way.

The Ōtsutsuki began to talk to the villagers, explaining what you both wanted from them, when you felt it necessary to interrupt him and continue with the task yourself.

“We are here to take control of this community. We don’t care who the ruler is, we are both the leaders now. Whoever opposes our supreme authority will perish on the spot. Inform your people of this, for we have come a long way and only wish to rest. When we deem it appropriate, we will announce the changes to come”.

In terror, the people who received you two at the door looked at the floor and nodded their heads. Without saying anything, they slipped inside, carrying out your errands.

One of them guided the two of you towards the main house, where there was privacy.

“I was in charge of the situation [Y/N].”

“Oh honey… I can’t help but think that since you want to start our family you have become a little more… Weak? Soft? I don’t know… I think I’m the only one who still wants to dominate everything around here…”

“It would be unwise to start a fight in the village we just occupied.”

“Are you chickening out? Where is my Indra and what did you do with him, stranger?”

“[Y/N]… you are really getting on my nerves…”

“I’m glad, darling.”

“You know what? If you want to fight so bad, fine, let’s do it. But this time, the rules are different.”

“Well, well, what do we have here? Indra-Sama wants a harder challenge… tell me, with weapons? Without Jutsus? Blindfolded?”

“No dear… I’m not talking about any physical fight you can imagine.”

“So…?”

“Whoever exhausts the other in bed first is the absolute leader of this filthy place. Until our clan rises above the unpleasant people who live here.”

“If I manage to dominate you during our entire fuck, will I be the supreme leader? No tricks, Ōtsutsuki.”

“No tricks, love.”

“Let’s get started.”

#indra otsutsuki #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra x reader #otsutsuki indra #otsutsuki indra x reader #x reader #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #indra imagines

[akatokuro]

The Inevitable StS Rewatch, Episodes 26-29

Leo Aiolia is... an angry person, you say? I never would have guessed!

- This whole Aiolia scene is REALLY interesting on a lot of levels and does a lot for his character.

- I love his whole immediate reaction to just hearing that there are deserters on the loose - Sanctuary is a brutal, awful place even without the recent setup of the Pope making things even worse. You are more than likely to get killed if you are a trainee there. It is more than understandable that people would want to escape. But Lia's response is "you fucking morons."

- Well, Lia probably has baggage about people trying to "escape Sancutary" to begin with, but...

- Lia is a decent guy, especially for a Saint, but he's determinedly and deliberately Lawful Neutral as fuck. He jumps in for the deserter babies situation, is clearly stern and unpleased, but then deliberately "softens" to urge the babies to go back. He's not going to be cruel about it, and he's more "merciful" than a lot of Saints would be, but he's also not going to let them go. His preference is resolving this without having to kill anyone, sure - but if it really comes down to it, he's going to uphold Sanctuary Law.

- And then, of course, Lia gets thoroughly disrespected and shittalked to his face by a bunch of Silver fuckwits. Lol at even the trainees calling him "Aiolia-san" vs "Algol-sama." Like, dude... yikes.

- Aiolia is even kind of weirdly meek when protesting, stammering and trailing off and all. You’d never guess this guy is a Gold Saint going from the dynamics in this scene, who could effortlessly squash everyone involved here like a fucking bug.

- And finally, Lia is clearly off-put by the blatant cruelty here, but does he actually do anything about it, whether it's against Algol and Shaina directly or the broader situation? Nah.

- yumetabibito, being the filthy Aiolia-lover she is, went ahead and checked, and this scene didn't exist in the manga, and Toei almost certainly wrote it before the reveal in the manga that Lia is a Gold Saint. It's hard to imagine that it would exist if they had known, because it revolves around Aiolia getting no fucking respect. Presumably, all they had to go off of was that Aiolia cameo from the first chapter, which they seem to have mostly gotten "likes Seiya and Marin?" from. So they’re vaguely trying to align him with them as sort of a sympathetic underdog in Sanctuary.

- But even so... they somehow stumbled into a really good and fitting scene that adds a lot to his character with future context in mind!

- yume and I have talked about, well, okay, Lia gets shit on and bullied for being a traitor's little brother - that's an important part of his characterization and his motives - but where does the hostility towards him really come from? He's clearly well-liked amongst the trainees and the regular soldiers. Among the Golds - okay, yeah, Milo, Deathmask, and Aphrodite would give him shit. (Goddammit, Milo.) But most of the rest of them either don't care or would be sympathetic.

- Getting his face spit on constantly by SILVERS, though, makes a lot of sense and would be even more rage-enducing than getting spit on by his actual peers. Because the Silvers obviously feel "safe". They know that Aiolia can't actually fight back or do anything without validating everything anyone has said about him and his relationship and his brother. He has to take it. And the fact that he just takes it leads to even less respect, with him being seen as a push-over while Aiolia quietly fantasizes about stomping on their broken arms.

- So in that way, it makes sense with the shitty crop of Silvers that around that jerking Leo Aiolia's chain is thought of as actually sort of a fun, twisted game. They get to taunt a fucking GOLD, a "traitor's brother" and wave their dicks around in his face and all the Gold can do is seethe powerlessly.

- tldr; Aiolia is very angry, has always been very angry, and even though it came together like this on accident - scenes like this give a lot of depth and context to that endless, boiling anger to the point that it is really, really fucking funny that it was almost certainly Toei writing out of ignorance of who Aiolia really was. How Aiolia is treated, and how he responds to the situation - both with the deserters themselves and with Algol and Shaina being assholes - says a lot about him.

- Meanwhile, as ridiculous as the [REDACTED] are, I can't help but find the weird sci-fi HQ Saori and the Bronzies have early on charming in a really corny way. I bet Saori really misses leading from this setup compared to that shitty little stone bed and curtain they throw at her when she's at Sanctuary, jesus.

- Man, there really is a lot more SeiShiryuu service than I remembered in these earlier eps. Will never be my ship, tbh - SeiSao is my One True Love - but lmao.

- for some reason saints on a plane always cracks me up no matter how many times i see it

- (note that once again we set up hyouga rushing in to help and then getting there too late to actually do anything. beautiful beautiful failswan)

- every time seiya whines about hitting girls i want there to be a flashback to this bit of him smashing shaina into the cliff face

- Oh for fuck's sake, the Steel fucking S--

- Wait, what was I thinking. What was I talking about. I have no idea. THANK YOU SAORI YOU ARE TRULY THE BEST.

- Shiryuu vs Algol is probably one of the more engaging fights in StS, Gold Saints aside. It's fun to see Shiryuu try to find a workaround to the shield and everything he tries blowing up in his face until he's cornered into jabbing his own eyes out. The sort of contrast between Shiryuu being the Bronzie who has the best chance at actually finding a normal life and a normal happiness with Shunrei, and Shiryuu being the one who keeps throwing himself into getting mauled like this, is probably the most compelling aspect of the character to me.

- One of the things that's also nice about Saint Seiya as a shounen is that it really feels like all of the Bronzies, not just Seiya, are equally crucial members of the team and get their own equally important fights. Like, Shiryuu legitimately gets to star here and save everyone because Seiya fucked it up. I used to like Rurouni Kenshin a lot, but I remember, like, yes - Sanosuke got his "big fight", but it was very much because Kenshin graciously "let" him because he could tell it was important to Sano or whatever. Or in Bleach, where the question of the others in Ichigo's group contributing during Soul Society is basically laughable. Neither really feels like the case in Saint Seiya.

- This is totally where CLAMP got their eye horror fetish from though isn't it. God I still can't believe Saint Seiya is directly responsible for the existence of CLAMP...

- Nothing to really say about the rest of the episode, but I do have to comment:

- Dude, what the FUCK.

- ANY of the Bronzies saying shit like this about Mitsumasa is grotesque, but fucking Ikki actually sort of makes my skin legit crawl. What the fuck, Toei. SOMEONE BRING BACK THE REAL IKKI PLEASE.

- Shunrei is such a good girl. She doesn't deserve this shit, man. What she honestly deserves is the privilege of getting to stab Dohko to death in his sleep--I mean, uh, what?

- THIS WAS COMPLETELY FUCKING UNNECESSARY. WHO THE FUCK SHIPPED THIS ON THE ANIME STAFF I REALLY WANT TO KNOW

- In seriousness, HyoShun is really darling. I love how weirdly attentive Hyouga is to Shun all the time; it's a really charming recurring detail. I IMAGINE SHUN IS CHARMED BY IT TOO. 

- Hyouga's good point is that, despite his bluster, he really is a sweet kid who is 100% sincere all the time. He acts tough but it's not like he's tsun or defensive about showing people - mostly Shun - compassion and concern either.

- lmao and then Ikki ditches these losers I like how after the HyoShun he instantly starts acting a million times more in-character. Did seeing the swan touch your little brother enrage you enough to expel the brainworms at last, Ikki...?

- Saori and Ikki are really good in this scene, though. I love everything about their quick exchange - Ikki being contemptuous and defiant of her, Saori answering without hesitation "HELL YES DO WHAT I SAY" when he asks if she's ordering him around. Both in how cool Saori is, but also her frankly falling back onto really bad habits dealing with the Bronzies when she's sort of panicking and doesn't know what to do. I love the scene of her lamenting about how she couldn't stop Ikki and obviously feeling like a fuckup by herself later, too. I really do appreciate that there is attention given to the arc of Saori learning to be a leader.

- I love Sanctuary openly referring to Saori as their leader, even without knowing she’s Athena, too. Damn right she is!

- Though I do still really think Saori should have been more involved in confronting Ikki when he was still extremely (justifiably) buttmad about everything. The idea of those two having a weird, special understanding about what Saori has to answer for would have been really cool...

- AND THEN SAORI GETS KIDNAPPED BY CROWS. YOU KNOW WE'RE BACK IN CANON, BECAUSE INSTEAD OF EVIL NEFARIOUS BUGS, WE HAVE EVIL NEFARIOUS BIRDS!

- Next time: THE SEISAO APOCALYPSE, MOTHERFUCKERS, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS: THE DESTRUCTION OF SEIYA’S BRAIN

#rewatching sts #aquarius camus did nothing wrong

[ninaahelvar]

The Gladiators of New Earth - Prologue

Summary: When the Crash occurred, Earth became a wasteland of what it once was, the environment changing; people changed to - they became worse. Across the Galaxy, they’re hearing of the Gladiator, Logan Hunter, from earth - her battles a sight to behold. When the galaxy decides to fight, Logan discovers that her dying planet may be used for someone else’s gain.

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A/N: So, this story came from a bunch of different inspirational sources, but I desperately wanted to finish the prologue for you all! This is a rough first draft! I hope it is as interesting as I think it is. It should be an enjoyable ride from what I've experienced with it. Anyway, enjoy little ones! xx

The clock tower loomed, the hollow clunks of its gears echoing over the decayed York City New. Jacob and his young brother, Layton, climbed over the side of the mountain, the old floors of the apartment buildings were swaying; never properly built into the mountain’s face. One wrong step, and you’re a goner. That’s what their father said. But they had to get to the stadium. They couldn’t miss the battle.

Since the Crash took over everything, the land became untouchable and life drifted from the physics humans once knew, existence became something to relearn. Until everything stabilised into a flux of different environment and rules, people lived in the side of mountains to stop the crumbling ground from taking them, buried homes under roads as to not float away by the misinformed gravity, live in floating houses with strings tying them to remnants of scaffolding. Animals turned over in their environment; birds needed to swim in the depths of the ocean, dogs had to float and fly, sea creatures either lived in the deserts - whales bounding upwards like they once did, but now in waves of sand - or stayed in their waters as the salt bonded to hills, circling the grassy knolls like they owned their own gravity.

And the human race? Well, they had to learn to be human all over again, didn’t they? Jacob’s mother reminded them of that as they grew.

Creatures from hundreds of other planets all across the galaxy came to earth - the-little-planet-that-could - marvelling at its people and slowly tearing apart the planet’s structure and physics with every passing visit. Eventually, the sea rose into the sky before crashing back down after one ship departed. It was the first spark of the global crisis - no ships in, no ships out. The Crash. Earth was no longer the-planet-that-could, but rather, the planet of low dwellers, living on a rock in a solar system that should have died out already.

The stadium was close to the clocktower the family maintained, the only way people of York City New could tell when to race up the rope ladders. It was hung there since the First Balance came, gravity finally coming to a stop and fixing its point throughout the global - some places gravity was high, some where it was low; the remnants of New York City leveling into low and high. The land brought up mountains and caused buildings to fall to nature's wake, crushing down the structures and letting nature take over - the gravity in spurts of unbelievable pressure and none at all. The Stadium was in the low gravity zone, the rope ladder hammered down to the strongest ground there was and nets placed just below; even though society and life had gone to hell, safety was still wanted to some degree.

The Huntress was all people wanted, that’s why everyone came out. When human decided to learn to be human again, they unfortunately stuck with the Greeks and their messed up ways of entertainment. Gladiators. Specifically, one. Logan Hunter. She was small when they started, no older than nineteen. You could see it on her face that she had been tainted by the Crash in some way - but no one ever knew what. All anyone knew was her name was Logan Hunter and she was downright dangerous. She trained in swords, archery, close combat - everything in order to be better. By twenty-four, she was the champion of the Gladiator stadium and everyone around the world knew her name. Now, at twenty-five, she was going to be broadcast across the galaxy; other planets finally hearing word of her feats and they wanted a glimpse of her. Earth was no different. Everyone wanted to see the woman that finally brought balance to an unstable planet.

Jacob and Layton had never missed a game, not since they started. Logan was always the underdog, smaller than most of the men fighting, but she was quicker than they were. When she started fighting, everyone saw, watched her with every passing hour just to see this girl move. She was terrifying and she knew it. Even if the world was fighting to stay alive, Logan Hunter was plastered across the global, her face the rage of a dying world striving to survive.

The drumming from the stadium above was the marching orders, Layton climbing the rope ladder ahead of Jacob. Layton was racing up the ladder, the whole thing shaking as he tried to get up faster. “Don’t fall or we might lose each other,” Jacob warned. Layton laughed. His ten year old spirit was far more excited than he probably should have been - Jacob knew that the excitement was for the poor young boy’s crush. But it was pretty hard for someone not to be in love with Logan just a little bit.

The stadium, constructed in 2430 out of old buildings, lost its gravity in 2432 in the fifth crash. With the four preceding crashes, many building had contingency plans to keep things levelled and secure - with the rise of the gladiator battles in everyone’s minds, the stadium got its contingency. Reaching the top, the stadium that looked more like the colosseum that once stood strong, the two brothers watched the people pour in. It was filling in number that were hard to fathom, but not uncommon. Jacob pushed Layton to the hidden spot in between two stands, a better view and fully able to see the new TVs hanging by the engines that were far too old for themselves.

When the stadium was nearly full, the brightly coloured and over-accessorised Billy Ames strutted out into the stadium’s floor, cameras on him and the crew around him; they were preparing for the show of a lifetime. Billy Ames was the first man to ever suggest the games, acting out his part as ringmaster. Jacob and Layton had seen him once in the market, a chubby man with missing teeth and filled in with golden replacements. Now, he was donned in a red coat filled with bottle cap pins to make him shinier than ever and a top hat that was made from several other black hats of different shades. He was being flashy, he wanted to stand out, and that really wasn’t a problem for him.

When he was all wired up, he raised his hands up, the entire crowd rising as well and cheers started to boom all over. The crew dispersed, leaving Billy and a single cameraman along for the journey. The screens lit up. Jacob watched as Layton hitched himself up to view things more clearly. Layton was beaming with delight, the idea of the gladiator coming into view was too much to deal with.

“This is the first official broadcast from Earth’s Gladiator battles,” Billy exclaimed with that same nasally voice as always. No matter how irritating it was, the entire stadium ignited whenever they heard it. “You’ve all heard of us. What kind of bloodshed has occurred here. But now? You get to experience all the blood and guts yourself!” he roared.

There was a hush that befell the ground, waiting “Now, now everyone! You’ve heard of her before, even snuck an illegal look at the battles. We see your satellites trying to pick us up,” he winked at the camera, laughing and the crowd joining too. “But here and now, you will witness her all for the very first time in high definition,” he said with a big grin, gesturing wildly before the gates behind him started to rise. Billy smirked, bringing the camera into his face “Coming to you all across the galaxy, from the planet without equal. Give it up for….The Huntress!” he proclaimed, the gates hitting their stopping mark and the slow rumble of stamping feet echoed afterwards.

The screens switched, a dark corridor with the small glow of a young woman walked towards the light. Her blade clanging against her metal shield, sparking when she hit it hard enough. She started slow, the camera keeping its gaze strictly on her. Then, she started to run, the beating of feet against the stadium’s floor her charging song. When the light of the day hit her, the sight of her in her gladiator armour sent the entire stadium into cheers.

The tan leather was only slightly darker than her skin, keeping everything covered but revealing enough to tantalise a crowd. Her pleated skirt swayed as the breeze kicked in. She stayed steady, her boots with metal plating to keep her legs safe, kept her grounded. Upon her head was a golden helmet with the red brush swaying as the breeze came back in, decorating her as the fiercest warrior.

Piercing the ground with her sword and placing her shield at her side, she removed her helmet, tossing it across the dusty stadium ground. The cameras were on her every move, highlighting her beauty and her scars, training the galaxy to marvel at her wonder and ferocity. Her hazel eyes and short dark brown hair flowing as the winds came in and finally to a stop; she was irresistible to the eye, no one could stop looking at her.

Logan Hunter, the Huntress of Earth, young with tanned and weathered skin; she was who they were here for. The entire galaxy was tuning in to see her kill or die.

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[omega-al]

A New-Retro Dust Bowl

That motherfucker had absconded with one million bars of raw energy. He left me holding an empty bag and the laws guns trained on my every move. He left me there after all I gave him, and ran off to Mars with my score. That’s where I tracked him after I got out. I heard he had made himself the sheriff of a little post-apocalyptic town called Duskholme. It was one of those ‘new frontier’ towns. After Earth started going in the shithole there was a big push by the Corps to pick up and start over on new planets. It was supposed to be an oasis of future tech and fabricated ‘New-Retro’ environments, fashioned after ‘The Jetsons’ and ‘Star Trek’. They set up a bunch of these box towns, signed up and shipped out a bunch of hopeful pilgrims and delusional adventurers, who had no idea the hardships they would face. Sure it looked good, but when the corps moved on to more profitable pursuits, they stopped caring about the people they had sent to their deaths on this red desert planet. There was never enough water or work. There were too many people to feed and not enough skills to keep the little town up and running.

When I pulled up to the tavern it was early in the afternoon. Parked out front were two oldstyle Ford pickups that had been refitted for Mars’s harsh environment and dust storms. They both had more than a little duct-tape and SPACE GLUE No.7 holding them together. Weirder still was a robohorse. It looked like it had been hitched outfront of the joint for a century or two. It’s chrome finish had rusted, and was caked with the red dust of Mars. The thing turned to look at me as I approached, scanning me with two red glowing eyes. I held still as the beam passed over me, it was checking me for weapons more out of habit than actual enforcement, for even after it had spotted my pistols, it just turned and went back to chewing it’s metaphorical cud. It looked defeated, but how could it, it was just a robot, an old robot. I swear the thing was looking me in the eye as I entered the bar.

The place was deserted, even the bartender wasn’t at his post. After a moment or two letting my eyes adjust to the dark room, I saw it was rustic, made of metal, but painted to look like wood, sealed portholes with lace window coverings. Everything was ancient looking. I saw there were a few half-naked concubines playing cards in the corner and someone mopping the floors in the back. I approached the bar and waited a moment or two before clearing my throat loudly, this brought forth the person in the back, the bartender. When he emerged I saw he was clearing doing better than most of the folks in this hellhole. Booze, the last reprieve of the desperate. This portly man looked to be in his mid-sixties and he definitely wasn’t the type of bartender to avoid drinking his wares, his face was bright red and sweaty with high blood pressure and his nose swollen with whiskey. He wore what every settler wore, retro astronaut jumpers, old ones at that. He asked what I was having and gave me a sideways eye. I musta looked mighty strange to him, a newcomer in town, one with so much shiny new tech rarely comes to a place like Duskholme, what would be the point. I told him to get me three fingers of whiskey and to keep his eyeballs in his head. I kept the brim of my hat low so he couldn’t see my eyes, but grinned real wide after my threat. I wanted him to know I was business enough to not let him push me around. He wasn’t going to get anything else from from me, no matter how good a read of people he was.

I found a seat in the corner near the front door, I wanted to be able to get a good look at everyone coming through that door and be able to watch the room for my mark to appear. I sat there for two hours before other patrons began to arrive and when they did they were every manner of outcast, wanderer, inbred hillbilly, and alien motherfucker a place on the edge of humanity attracts. There were even a few bugs. The bugs had tried to invade and conquer thirty years ago through an inter-dimensional tear in reality, but failed to maintain ground because their life spans were so short most of them forgot why they were fighting us a few decades. Also there were rumours someone in the Fed had figured out how to shut down the gateway to their realm and made a deal with them for immigration instead of invasion. I think the free-thinking, drug taking, titty loving message of the Federation appealed to their youth. They discovered underground hip-hop and it changed their lives. Now they’re mostly pompous, easily angered, antagonistic, underdogs without a sense of cultural identity. Their numbers are dwindling, but they’ve found their voice through music. There were three of them in the corner listening to a music player a little loud for the rest of us, but they knew no one was going to fuck with them.

There were even a few bots, or maybe cyborgs, some people are so heavily modded these days it’s hard to tell if they were ever human. The bots were plugged into an outlet charging their batteries while they played pool. And there were humans. More than anything else, there were humans. Somehow our filthy, self-destructive race had permeated throughout the stars. We had narrowly avoided our extermination so many times I am still surprised we dominate this sector of the galaxy. But, we breed like rodents, and spread out like parasites, it’d be hard to kill all of us. I always figured humans were like weeds, give em a dirty crack to put roots down in and the sun on their backs, and they’ll find a way to survive and even take over the rest of the garden.

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