#“Dude: He did NOT say that!” -Firebrand

[askbanishedknight]

Ah…uh…you seem to be distressed…*he leaves a slice of pumpkin pie on the ground and slides it over to the knight* *he seems a bit nervous*

Banished Knight wipes his tears away as he took the pumpkin pie. Trying to not act pathetically weak infront of the strangers.

"...I truly apologise for causing such a scene... It weighs heavily on my heart to think about what happened to my dear ruler..."

Banished Knight sigh as he sit down on the ground. (He's emotionally and mentally unstable, believe me, he mourns Cruel King's death 3 times a day -FB).

"If my King was here... He would call me Pathetic for crying like a child... It's a disgrace after all..."

[teecupangel]

Desmond x avengers?

like, he becomes their private bartender or something, during the age of Ultron. After some magic Isu bullshit that sends him crashing into an alternate dimension and he finds a shady job, before catching Tony Starks eye. The he basically just works the ‘night shift’ serving their drinks and shit, and then the whole ‘Ultron takes over the world’ crap, and Desmond just really wants to sleep. Cus the hallucinations of his ancestors weren’t going away, and the bleeding affect wasn’t really helping with his first stable job. And he really didn’t want to fuck it up for himself.

I think there is an AO3 fic where Desmond becomes the bartender for Stark Industries? Or was it the Avengers Tower?

Maybe I’m thinking of two different fanfics???

All I know is that there’s a lot of Marvel x AC crossover in AO3 that I’m quite certain there’s at least one where Desmond becomes a bartender for either Stark Industries or the Avengers Tower.

Anyway, we’ll focus on MCU in this one since you did note in your ask that this is set during/before Age of Ultron and you made no mention of Hank being Ultron’s creator.

Desmond would probably not want to be employed by Stark Industries because they’re too… out in the open. Especially since Tony just flat-out confirms he’s freaking Iron Man so there are a lot of eyes on him, the terrorist groups, the media, the government…

People Desmond definitely didn’t want to be near because he doesn’t exist in this world… at all.

Sure, he got a fake identity and the dude that gave him his new identity as a “Desmond Miles” was cocky enough to say that he’s good to go and doesn’t have to worry but Desmond is worrying.

Hell, Desmond’s worry is mainly because the bleed of his ancestors had appeared as some kind of almost transparent ghost-like entities that only Desmond could see and they have opinions. Lots of opinions.

And yeah, okay, Desmond is fine with trying to set up a Brotherhood, Ezio, but Ratonhnhaké:ton is also right that they need to get a lay of the land first, damn it. Seriously, this place has superheroes, gods and freaking aliens! No, Altaïr, he wasn’t going to spend the rest of the week in a freaking library, he’s broke af and needs to work!

So yeah…

Killer high-tech robots out to eradicate all of mankind?

Desmond wasn’t even surprised anymore.

Just… tired.

He had been looking forward to just listening to the audiobooks Altaïr had pushed him into buying so they could learn more about the advancements of this world and how different it is from his own world while doing the laundry and prepping meals for next week.

Siiiggghhh.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond’s ‘shady past’ gets a sorta free pass from SHIELD because he was working in a dingy bar that just so happened to be the secret hideout of Firebrand that he had been using to, well, get some funds for his next big plan. Iron Man took the time to request a drink from Desmond during their fight who had been hiding behind the bar (and waiting for a chance to run) and had been impressed by Desmond’s mixing skill (and his courage to stay and serve a drink). Really, Desmond getting employed by Stark had been a case of Desmond’s universally bad luck fucking him over like usual.

SHIELD does have him on their sights and they’ve told Tony about how Desmond is using a fake identity. Tony thinks there’s something more to it because Desmond is trying to be invisible at times then being charming in an ‘I’m-normal-totally-normal’ kind of way other times.

It should be noted that it was Natasha who realized that Desmond is more than he’s pretending to be and she did tell everyone that. Tony only started to pay more attention to Desmond because of her warning. Natasha is also the one who keeps trying to check Desmond’s reaction and she knows that his movements are too… quiet and precise to be normal. She’s not sure if he’s part of a similar program like the Red Room or if it’s something more but there’s definitely something there.

Clint is friendly with him because he thinks Desmond’s a pretty nice guy (and always makes the drinks Clint requests have an extra kick which Clint enjoys). He does agree that his movements weren’t that of a civvie but he’s more on the side of “this dude ran away from bad people and is trying to have a normal life” so he doesn’t really push and just treats Desmond as Tony’s (and the Avengers’) private bartender.

Bruce always says that he likes Desmond whenever he comes up in the conversation. Tony likes to tease it’s because Desmond likes asking Bruce what he’s researching and asking questions. Bruce had been distrustful about it at first but then he realized that Desmond doesn’t really mind if Bruce tells him something top secret or just some other not that secret experiment or scientific discover that he had just read about. Desmond wasn’t a scientist like Bruce and it was clear he didn’t have a comprehensive education in that field but Bruce also knows that he’s truly interested in whatever scientific babble Bruce gets into. The same could be said with any techie subjects Tony talks about. ‘Desmond’ just likes… asking questions. A lot.

Thor comes and goes the most erratically so, each time he visits, Desmond has already prepared a new cocktail for him to try next. Mead is still his favorite though so Desmond has a stock of that in his bar (god, he has his own small bar, what the hell is this life) and Desmond likes to ask about Thor and the Asgardian and the other worlds and, really, anything and everything Thor is fine with talking about, ‘Desmond’ would take it. It is because of his talks with Thor that the team believed Desmond has an interest in Roman/Greek Mythology because Minerva, Juno and Tinia were the only ‘gods’ that Desmond bothered to specifically ask.

Steve is the one who likes to ask about Desmond’s personal life and, really, the most dangerous of them because Steve is just so earnest when he asks questions and truly looked like he wanted to get to know Desmond because of who he is, not because he believes that Desmond might be an ex-spy or something that it’s hard not to spill more information than he should to Steve. Most information about Desmond’s past they have is actually from his conversations with Steve which really shows how weak he is to the man.

Also, I think if Wanda was to use her powers on Desmond, she’d actually see Desmond’s Bleeds for a few seconds much to her surprise.

And… when her powers prey on Desmond’s insecurities and fear, it has the side effect of… Desmond losing control of his body… and his Bleeds taking over at will.

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #299: I <3 NY

January, 1989

Mr. Fantastic -- Invisible Woman -- and the Captain versus the... ORPHAN-MAKER?!

Whew, a lot to react to here.

First, hello, 1989! We’re almost 90s here!

Two, ugh, Orphan-Maker and presumably Nanny. Do we have to?

Thirdly, and on the topic of do we have to... Wow, it is going to be a sour feeling when the Avengers 300 issue milestone is a tie-in to an X-Men event. Because it doesn’t end here, in 299.

I know that’s just how things lined up, time-wise. Even Daredevil got choked by a vacuum and had to fight a dentist/cop/truck man. But it is sour. Especially on the heels of all the Dr Druid stuff. The Avengers have one of their best runs and then it all goes to shit and the team is disbanded. And then their big new roster moment takes place during Inferno, fighting X-foes.

Not an auspicious start.

But we haven’t started that start yet.

Right now we have no Avengers, Inferno, a Fantastic Four crossover?, and a the Captain.

How did we get here? That’s a long story. Here’s the short version.

Nebula Ravonna Kang wanted a super-weapon hidden in a bubble in time and she needed the Avengers to help her because of a predestination thing. So she took over the team by corrupting Dr Druid with sex and power fantasies. Dr Druid manipulated Captain Marvel into a depowering and then took over the team. Then he and Nebula Kang Ravonna mind-controlled the three remaining Avengers and took them on a field trip to the time bubble. Where the mind control was broken by three random Kangs, the Avengers fought against Kang Nebula Ravonna and Dr Druid, and then those two fell into a time hole. Plot unsatisfactorily resolved, Thor disbanded the Avengers.

And now we’re now.

This has to be an ironic title, right?

I know the Daredevil tie-in ended with a ‘hell yeah, New York, WHOO!’ moment but that’s Daredevil. I’m almost positive he’s a masochist.

Anyway, between Avengers 298 and now, the Inferno thing has kicked in full swing. Firebrand from Gargoyle’s Quest is attacked tourists. And a motorcycle that turned into a motorcycle robot man attacks the Captain.

Who punches it in the face and turns it back into a motorcycle and rides off on it.

The Captain is pretty unflappable.

I guess the motorcycle had a radio because the Captain hears a report about a major battle at 45th St.

He motorcycles that way and finds there are a bunch of Inferno demons causing trouble but that an unknown group of heroes are giving them a tough time.

Unknown to the Captain. But maybe not to the reader.

(It’s the New Mutants.)

They look like dorks in their shhh we’re sneaking out to endanger our lives, don’t tell Magneto outfits.

Anyway, they’re fighting demons. They’re doing a good job of fighting demons.

If you remember from Evolutionary War, Danielle Moonstar got her powers boosted so she can physically manifest things instead of just illusions now. So she wants to manifest a demon’s greatest fear and the Captain coincidentally shows up and swings a demon into a light pole.

Obviously, everyone first assumes that this weird dude on a motorcycle is the demon’s greatest fear.

In fairness, he looks like dollar store knockoff Captain America.

They don’t recognize him is what I’m saying.

The Captain doesn’t recognize them either. There’s just so many heroes around now and so many X-books.

Cannonball comments that the Captain looks like Captain America, which Steve unhelpfully answers that he and Captain America are old friends.

Are you hiding that you were Captain America, Steve? What’s your game here?

(And Cannonball basically figures out from that coy answer that the Captain is Captain America anyway so. Good job?)

The Captain asks the New Mutants hey what the fuck is going on?

And Cannonball gives Cap the quick and dirty synopsis. There’s a bunch of demons from Limbo causing trouble. S’ym (who is a very, very loose reference to Cerebus the Aardvark) is leading some of them in an invasion of New York. And there’s another demon called N’astirh, possibly because David Sim sternly asked Marvel to stop loosely referencing his stuff, which is rich when you remember all the references in Cerebus. Anyway, N’astirh is doing some nastier stuff involving sacrificing babies. He’s the dude that’s been messing with Madelyne Pryor but I don’t have time to go into Inferno stuff. Please don’t make me.

POINT BEING: that’s the situation.

Unlike Magneto, the Captain doesn’t have a problem with the New Mutants risking their lives. I mean, look how much he risked Bucky! So he tells them good luck fighting demons.

And decides to go recruit some more friends into the fight.

Speaking of things I don’t want to get into but in this case I will.

The Eternals.

After Jack Kirby’s Eternals run wrapped up, some loose ends were tied off in Thor. Usual Eternal leader Zuras is dead, currently, and his daughter Thena is leadering.

And she’s got brave new ideas.

Like letting the Forgotten One out of his jail.

The Forgotten One is an Eternal that’s been in Eternal jail for so long that everyone has forgotten his name. And/or he had his name stricken from the collective minds of Eternals, depending on when you ask. But his deal is that he’s All the Coolest Heroes, Actually. Just a cool Eternal mistaken for Gilgamesh and Hercules and so on.

What? You’re saying that there actually is a Hercules who also claims the same adventures?

Yeah, they were operating in the same area in the same time doing a lot of the same stuff.

Look, Jack Kirby loves Ancient Astronauts and Eternals wasn’t really supposed to be in the Marvel Universe.

Anyway, this guy is gonna be called Gilgamesh so I’ll call him Gilgamesh.

He’s just a big, buff dude with the Prince Valiant haircut.

Since he’s a monster fighting man, Thena sends him to help out with New York’s invasion of demons.

Since time is of the essence, Gilgamesh stops to forge an entire new set of armor and a new sword.

Priorities!

Meanwhile, in Connecticut. The Connecticut Richardses.

Franklin is scared because he had a premonition that a “bogey man” is coming so Sue lets Franklin squeeze into bed with her and Reed.

NOT A PANEL LATER, Nanny and the Orphan-Maker show up in their spaceship.

Orphan-Maker deactivates all the alarm systems and breaks into the house.

He uses some “pixie sand” to make sure Franklin stays asleep. And then he does the thing his name is.

He’s the Orphan-Maker. He makes orphans.

He pulls a gun to blow Reed’s brains out but Franklin astral projected (to Orphan-Maker’s confusion) and called for Sue.

Sue doesn’t wake up but apparently she reflexively threw up an invisible shield over the bed.

Phew. Imagine if two of the original Fantastic Four died in an Avengers book to an X-Men villain! Fans would riot!

The Orphan-Maker decides to just skedaddle with Franklin and does.

NOT A PANEL LATER, the Captain shows up.

Nobody answers when he knocks on the door in the middle of the night.

HOW SUSPICIOUS. 

So he investigates.

(In fairness, he sees the damage Orphan-Maker left breaking into the place.)

So Captain America breaks in through the same window Orphan-Maker left open and finds Reed and Sue sleeping under an invisible force field.

Which he can see, somehow.

Get your eyes checked, Cap. That’s not how invisibility works.

When he touches the shield, it FDSSSPT!s away and Reed and Sue wake up.

Sue says she had a weird dream about using her force field powers (AND THEN WHEN SHE WOKE UP THE PILLOW WAS GONE?) but quickly realizes that Franklin is missing and has parent panic.

Reed leaps into action.

First, he SOMEHOW recognizes that a dude called the Captain wearing a patriotic-ish uniform and carrying a shield is, in fact, Captain America.

He asks Cap what’s going on with him but Cap says that his thing can wait until after the demon invasion/child kidnapping thing.

Second, Reed activates the super-advanced security system.

Sure, the alarm lines were super obvious and easy to cut but the security cameras were running the whole time and captured everything.

Reed doesn’t recognize the armored dude that stole Franklin or the ship he got into but either way, he’s able to track the energy signature of the ship... TO NEW YORK.

Which is where the demon invasion is. Convenient!

Mr and Mrs Fantastic and their good pal the Captain get in a Fantasti-Car and zoom off.

Meanwhile, in the Eternal city of Olympia, Gilgamesh finishes his new armor.

Go back to the drawing board, ya dingus.

Most of it is fine, I guess. And gold and brown isn’t over-represented in the WORST ROSTER so they’re perfectly fine colors. The bull-head helmet looks dumb though.

Also, despite spending time making a new sword, he’s decided that since he hasn’t wielded any weapon in a while, he’s too rusty. So he’s just going to use his FISTS.

Gilgamesh: “I am long out of practice. A weapon too long in the scabbard whose edge has been dulled by time and rust. This will hone me again.”

Meanwhile, above New York City, Nanny leaves Orphan-Maker to pilot the airship while Nanny checks on Franklin.

Nanny is surprised that Franklin is so hard to keep asleep. She runs some scans on him and is further surprised at Franklin’s mutations (hahah cursed future knowledge).

She asks the sleeping kid what his name is and has a panic when he says Franklin Richards and that his mom and dad are Susan and Reed.

Nanny calls Orphan-Maker (Peter) and asks him if he really orphan-made Franklin’s parents and calls him out for lying when he lies about it.

So she swats his robot palm with an electro-switch. Because why not.

Nanny has a Concern now because they kidnapped MR FANTASTIC AND INVISIBLE WOMAN’S KID and didn’t KILL MR FANTASTIC AND INVISIBLE WOMAN!

Hey, I can’t see things going well for you either if you’d half of the first family of Marvel comics.

Now there’s a What If concept.

Anyway, Nanny has a Plan for dealing with PISSING OFF HALF OF THE FANTASTIC FOUR and she heads into the forge to go prepare.

She has a forge on her spaceship. Why wouldn’t she.

The Fantastic Three of Reed, Sue, and the Captain catch up to Nanny’s ship and Reed (gently) knocks it out of the sky with an energy drain.

The Fantasti-Car can do that. Why wouldn’t it?

Nanny’s ship bounces to a very safe and not at all hazardous stop in a park.

The Captain jumps out of the Fantasti-Car instead of waiting for it to park and lands on Nanny’s ship.

Orphan-Maker comes out and starts throwing fisticuffs and the Captain is surprised that the robot-suit dude doesn’t even flinch when Cap gets under his guard and hits him with his Captain vibranium shield. And further surprised when the dude bonks him in the head.

Invisible Sue finds that her powers just slide off Orphan-Maker. Like he’s got some kind of screening device protecting him.

Orphan-Maker hoists the Captain into the air to throw him but Mr Fantastic just snatches him out of O-M’s grip.

Then Orphan-Maker pulls a regular ass gun on Mr Fantastic.

I don’t know why this is so funny to me.

Maybe because he’s pretty clearly a child in a highly advanced robot suit and he pulls out a normal gun.

It has similar energy to those dragonball fanimated videos where characters who can blow up the world panic if someone pulls a gun.

The Captain just throws his not-as-mighty-but-still-pretty-mighty shield and smashes the gun. And when the shield boomerangs back, Cap throws it again and hits Orphan-Maker under the chin. Since the suit is tough but Cap noticed where its weak points were while he was getting hoisted.

Anyway, after getting bonked in the chin with a still-pretty-mighty-shield, Orphan-Maker sits and cries to Nanny that the mean men hurt him.

It starts to dawn on the Captain that inside this robot suit there’s just a small child but he doesn’t get to wrestle over this suspicion long because a different and red robot suit comes out of Nanny’s ship and bonks Cap in the head. Knocking him the fuck out.

People keep punching him in the head today.

Anyway, this is probably, definitely Franklin. Nanny is the kind of sicko who’d put a child in a robot suit and make him kill his own parents.

What a creep.

And she looks like an egg.

Mr Fantastic and Invisible Woman now realize that they’ve actually got to contribute to the fight more.

Invisibsue uses force fields to blow a mouth flamethrower so that Reedtastic can get in close and tangle around the new red guy.

But Red-Suit electrifies the exterior of the robot suit. Knocking Reed the fuck out.

Sue realizes that this new red guy doesn’t have a protective screen so she puts an invisible force field around him.

But red dude is beefy and punches through the force field bubble. And she can’t put up another bubble fast enough! But she has enough time to verbalize that she can’t put up another bubble in time!

With Cap unconscious and being sat on by Orphan-Maker and Reed unconscious, nobody is left to save her- Nah, just kidding.

Gilgamesh shows up in a flash of lightning.

I didn’t know he had lightning powers.

Was this supposed to be Thor?

It even does the KRACKTHOOM!

Anyway, Gilgamesh blasts red guy away from Sue.

Nanny comes out of the ship tsk-ing that another hero showed up.

She yells at red guy that his “homework isn’t complete yet! I want these people dead! All of them! And I want them dead now!”

Red guy (it’s Franklin. Its clearly Franklin. Even Sue and Reed realize that its Franklin by now) says he doesn’t want to kill people dead but Nanny threatens to take away his nice robot suit and what’s more “there’ll be no dessert for a month!”

Red Franklin: “Oh, no, Nanny! Not that!”

Nanny is actually pleased that Reed and Sue have finally realize because the knowledge will surely prevent them from fighting back seriously.

(What Nanny doesn’t know is that Reed has put Franklin in a coma at least once.)

Gilgamesh points out that Red Franklin isn’t his son and he’d gladly kill him to stop him from killing his own parents.

Invisible Woman: “Reed, what are we going to do?”

The Captain, who I didn’t know was named Reed: “Offhand, Susan, I’d say we were in for the trickiest fight of our lives!”

Nanny: “What’s so tricky about it? All you have to do is die!”

I say we let Gilgamesh crack this egg. In the violence sense.

Follow @essential-avengers​ because that’s the place. Like, reblog, and comment because it makes me feel good about spending my time liveblogging. Yell at an egg today. That’s no yolk.

[rabbits-of-habit]

I am struggling a lot with workplace drama could I ask for something with HABIT and maybe firebrand (+ anyone else you wanna add) doing shit in front of minimum wage fast food employee reader who is so tired of this shit? idk if this makes sense but uh yeah thanks!! ur guys stuff gives me happy

-🍁🐶

Workplace drama is the fucking worst I hope it gets better for you soon dude! -Mod Havoc

HABIT:

He is one of those dudes who could go into a restaurant and you would just know this man is about to do some stupid shit just looking at him.

Unlucky for you, you were working drive thru.

So you did not get that fun little warning seeing his face.

You hear gross car sounds in the speaker, like a very old beat up truck.

Okay cool something's wrong with this dudes car no biggie you can handle that.

You take his order like normal and all is good till he pulls up to your window.

He isn't in a car at all, he is on someone's back and they were the one making the car sounds.

This dude waited in a line of cars on someone's back making them do car sounds because he didn't want to have to go inside.

You do a double take and he just grins, hoping to god you will say something so he can make the person under him make even louder car sounds.

You don't, giving him his food and watching as he makes the man run off with him still on his back.

He comes back three more times that week doing the same thing.

Each time its a different person he's on the back of too.

[thecollective-npcs]

time / location : the night after the cemetery discovery, dulce’s apartment

status : closed to @dulcectdecorum​

If there was one word she could use to describe how the last few months have been for her, it’d be hell. And she wasn’t talking the overused mild version of hell- like oh man, Jay was giving her hell again for staining the sink with her hair dye, or fucking hell- firebrand and his need to please his boyfriend meant she was out a waffle that morning. But real fire and embers, and little devil dudes with pitchforks hell. 

There she was right in it though, finding herself sitting in another hideout with V being the only fucking sane one left, while everyone else got drunk off mob mentality or whatever the fuck was going on. Shit was getting more intense as the days wore on, Judgement was showing up more which always spelled trouble, and Hourglass was losing his grip on reality further and further each day. The true fucking icing to the shit cake though, was when she realized that this “army” everyone kept talking about “raising”, wasn’t just any army, and the raising involved wasn’t the kind where you knocked on a few doors and handed out some informational pamphlets- but real fucking George Romero shit. 

And that’s when she’s hit her limit, because seriously- fuck all of this. So the next night she asks V for a favor, and has him cover for her as she slips out for a few hours, like she’d been doing for him whenever he did his secret agent shit. She knows exactly where to go to, and who she can trust not to screw her over even further here, and so she finds her way to him as quickly as she can. By the time her eyes land on the familiar apartment building its nearly 3am, but she really doesn’t think he’ll mind given the circumstances. 

Using her usual method of entry into his apartment, she climbs the fire escape, and when she reaches the window she knows leads to his bedroom, she gives it a couple hard knocks, and prays to god he doesn’t have a guy over or something. 

“D, it’s me,” she says, and raises her hands up to show she wasn’t armed or whatever someone did in this situation, “I-I’m alone, and totally not evil now or whatever you heard, so don’t like use your Jedi powers on me or anything.” 

.

[milazka]

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 & 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟑𝐤+

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : —

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 ! 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬...

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When I first saw you, I saw love

And the first time you touched me, I felt love

And after all this time

You're still the one I love

The stars were twinkling in the indigo sky, not a single cloud was covering them. Some firebrands were trying to rise towards the sky but were dying along the way. The warm flames of the fire made your cheeks redden, although, the bottle of cheap beer in your hand must have been partly to blame as well. It was normal in the Outer Banks to see fourteen-year-olds drinking alcohol, especially on the Cut.

Sitting on one of the logs, a smile slipped on your lips as you saw your friend Pope running towards the sea, completely naked. A few of your friends whistled at the boy who let out a scream as he entered the salty water. John B had the brilliant idea to play truth or dare with the Pogues and a few other people from The Cut. You all had finished school today and it was a way of celebrating the beginning of summer.

Like she always did, Kiara acted up like the ‘mama’ of the group and got up to threw her beach towel to Pope so he could dry himself before returning into the circle around the campfire.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” A boy named David asked you.

“Dare.” You answered before you took a sip of beer without taking your eyes off him.

“I dare you to kiss JJ.”

You spit out your beer, splashing John B on the way. You were expecting everything, but not this. JJ was your best friend, you couldn't kiss him, it would have been weird.

“I can’t.“

“Oh c’mon, Y/n! Don’t be a prude.” David shouted to provoke you.

You've never been a coward in your life and this wasn't the night you were going to start being one. Everyone started to cheer you, shouting and clapping their hands while you made your way to the other side of the fire where JJ was sit on a log. Your eyes met his ocean-blue eyes that were sparkling from the number of beer cans he had drunk since the beginning of the night. You knelt on the sand with your hands resting on JJ's knees so you wouldn't lose your balance. The alcohol flowing in your veins was taking effect and you were definitely tipsy.

“It’s just a kiss, Y/n/n.” JJ said, cupping your face with his hands as he leaned down. “It means nothing.”

His lips gently touched yours, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you with them. He tasted like a mix of weed and beer, a taste you would have normally hated, but which kind of turned you on in the moment. You felt the tip of his thumb flattering your skin as his tongue slipped into your mouth to move in sync with yours. A feeling of emptiness settled inside you when you separated from each other, completely out of breath. Your eyes met his and for a second, everything around you seemed to have stopped.

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Lying on the dock, your head resting on JJ's stomach as he ran his fingers through your hair, you couldn't help but think back to the way you felt when your lips collided the other night.

"What's on your mind?" JJ asked you, clearly seeing something was bothering you by the way you were chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Nothing.”

“Y/n, your my best friend and you’re also the worst liar that I know.” He giggled, making you bless your poor lying talents.

“You remember when we kissed yesterday?”

“Yeah.” He whispered, placing his arm behind his head so he could lay rest on it. “It doesn’t change anything between us, if it’s what bothering you.”

"No no, it's not that..." You replied, playing with the edge of your hoodie.

“Then what is it? You know you can tell me everything, Y/n.”

"I don't want it to mean nothing because it was my first kiss." You whispered, willfully neglecting to tell him you had found out that your feelings towards him were more than just friendly.

“Really? I thought you kissed John B during seven minutes in heaven.” JJ said, surprised.

“We made everyone believe that we did because he wanted to make one of the girls jealous." You explained, sitting cross-legged on the wooden dock to face JJ.

“Well, I’m glad I was your first kiss, it’s definitely a much better experience to kiss me than John B.” He laughed, pulling you into a hug.

At that moment, you couldn't be more grateful that the lights were all off because your cheeks were peony red. While still in JJ's arms, you made a promise to yourself that you would never let your feelings for him get in the way of your friendship because it was the most precious thing you had.

Looks like we made it

Look how far we've come my baby

We mighta took the long way

We knew we'd get there someday

Like most days of the summer, you were sitting at the front of the HMS Pogue driven by John B. He came to pick you up first since you were the one who lived closest to the Chateau. Since his father's disappearance, you had gotten closer; you were there to listen to him when he needed it or to comfort him when he cried late at night. This had caused you and JJ to drift apart a little, but it was better that way, especially for your feelings towards him. He was still your best friend, the most important person in your life, but over the past few months, girls had become his top priority and your heart was breaking a little more each time he told you and the Pogues about his steamy nights.

JJ was sitting on the side of the boat, rolling one of his joint. It was probably the moment when the boy was most concentrated, you had never seen him frown his eyes brows like this during an exam. John B slowed the boat down as you approached Pope's dock. Dressed in his infamous cap and barely buttoned shirt, he was sweeping the quay under his father's stern gaze.

“Pope, get in, we’re goin fishin!” You exclaimed as you slid your sunglasses over the tip of your nose.

“I can't, I'm grounded because I came home after curfew yesterday.” The boy pouted, glancing at his father.

“Okay, we’ll see you later!” You replied before JJ or John B spoke, not wanting to get your friend in more trouble.

Once you were far enough into the marsh, John B dropped the anchor in the water. The sun was particularly hot that day, obliging you to take off all of your clothes and just be in a black bikini. JJ also took off his sleeveless shirt, exposing you to the sight of his tanned and perfectly cut body. Thanks to your sunglasses, you were able to check him out without him noticing. Your eyes landed on the scratches on his back when he turned away from you to grab a beer in the cooler.

“Did you sleep with a tiger last night?” John B mocked him when he saw the scratches.

"Dude, she was so into me! I made her come twice in-" JJ started but was cut off by your forced cough. “What?”

"Nothing, the beer didn't go down well." You said innocently, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to run down the corners of your eyes.

The blond boy kept telling you and John B about his night with the wild girl, never forgetting to mention all the details. A sharp pain appeared in your chest, as if your heart was being torn in two, when he said he was planning on bringing her on a date soon. It was too much, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Fuck, my mom just texted me that she needs me at home.” You lied. “Could you drop me at my dock?”

"Yes, I'll pull up the anchor and we will be good to go." John B kindly smiled at you, knowing that it was just an excuse to get away from JJ, but didn't said a word about it.

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The trees seemed to be moving on either side of the road which did not look as straight as usual. Everything was a bit blurry around you until you blinked a few times. The almost empty rum bottle in your hand was the cause of this. Since you came home this afternoon, you'd drowned your emotions in alcohol, the best way to stop feeling anything according to a reliable source; you. You don't remember how or when you decided to leave your cozy bed to end up on the dirt road leading to the Chateau. When you reached the front of the house, you made your way to the backyard, taking a few sips of the cursed liquid that burned your throat.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" JJ's voice reached your ears, almost making you drop your bottle on the floor.

You were standing on the stairs of the house porch so your back was facing him since he was lying in one of the hammocks. Your hand tightened around the glass bottle as you brought it to your lips one more time.

“I-i’m here to see JB…” You managed to say, despite the sob that was caught in your throat.

“You know he’s at Sarah’s house, he told you this afternoon.” JJ said.

You could hear his footsteps getting closer to where you were, making your heart rhythm increase.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked you gently putting his hands on your bare shoulder.

“Don’t call me that!” You exploded in anger as you pulled away from his embrace.

“What the fuck Y/n?! Are you drunk? Did I do something wrong?” JJ questioned you, his frowning eyebrows reflecting his misunderstanding.

“Did you do something wong? DID YOU DO SOMETHING WRONG?! You are fucking blind, Maybank.” You shouted at him, staring at him with guns in your eyes. “I've been repressing my feelings for two years, two fucking years! Every time I see you leave with a girl after a party, my heart breaks in a million pieces. And when you talk about what you do with girls, I envy them because I wish it was me. I wish it was me you were talking about with stars in your eyes, I wish it was me you were kissing so passionately, I wish it was me you would hold in your arms.”

You were breathing heavily, tears were running down your cheeks and you couldn't control them. JJ was speechless, shocked by what you just revealed to him.

“Y/n…”

“Don’t say it J. I can’t take it anymore.” You whined, not wanting to hear him reject you.

Without trying to glance at him, you walked towards the main street, ashamed of what you had just said to him. You couldn't take it back, you would have to deal with it once you'll have sober up and that wasn't appealing at all. It was once you were walking in the middle of the main road that he stood in front of you, putting his hands on your shoulders to keep you from moving. Head bent down towards the ground, you didn't have the strength to lift it up to face his gaze.

“Please, look at me.” JJ whispered, softly placing his fingers under your chin to lift it up.

Your eyes blurred by the tears met his ocean gaze through which you could get lost for hours. A soft smile made his way to the corner of his lips, those damn lips you had dreamt about more than once.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, I never thought that you had feelings for me.” He apologized, rubbing his thumb on your cheek drenched by the tears.

"I don't want to lose you, Jay. Just forget what I said and let's go back to being best friends." You sighed as you wiped the corner of your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“I can’t, Y/n, I can’t forget about what you just said because I’m fucking in love with you!” He exclaimed, a tear running down his cheek. “I never said anything because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I never go further than one date with the girls I sleep with because my heart has always been taken by you.”

You didn't waste one more second before you crushed your lips against his. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck while his hands slipped automatically to your hips, pulling you closer to him. It was passionate and wild, you'd been waiting for this moment for so long, you had needed this moment for so long. His tongue requested access to your mouth and came dancing sensually with yours. A grunt slipped out of his mouth when you bit his lower lip while running your fingers through his blond hair that were still a bit wet from his surfing session with John B. Breathing heavily, you split up briefly before he hugged you tightly, your head lying on his chest that was rising promptly.

“I’m never letting you go again, sweetheart.”

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong

Tears were flowing down your cheeks and there was nothing you could do about it. The sight of your boyfriend shocked face while you were being handcuffed like him for a crime you didn't commit was destroying him. You both were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the cops wouldn't listen. Being from the Cut had its good sides, but also its bad sides and being constantly doubted by the police was one of them.

“Get in the car.” Ordered Deputy Shoupe, opening the back door of his car.

You didn't even dare to think about what your parents were going to say when they would found out that you we're being held in custody. They had never approved of your relationship with JJ, telling you he would bring you more trouble than love. Your father always said that your relationship wasn't going to last, that it was temporary because you would realize soon that JJ wasn't good enough for you.

Once you were sitting on the uncomfortable little bed of the cell, you let your head fall back against the cemented wall. Eyelids close, you let a long sigh exit; you couldn't believe that what was supposed to be a cute date with your boyfriend turned into nightmare when you ran into Rafe and his two pocket dogs.

“Baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice echoed from the cell beside yours. “I’m sorry for getting you in trouble.”

“Hey, none of this is your fault, love.” You rectified him as you made your way to the grid and passed your hand through it.

JJ's hand slipped into yours, squeezing it to comfort you a little. Just his touched made you feel a bit better and more confident.

“We’re gonna make it, Jay, we’re gonna prove them wrong.”

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

Morpheus arms were about to grab you as you let yourself go to sleep. You were somewhere between the world of dreams and reality when a boom in your window made you jump. Another knock against your window forced you to get up quickly, not wanting to wake your parents who were sleeping in the next room. You narrowly avoided a worn black boot by bending down quickly after opening your window.

“JJ? What the hell?” You whispered loudly at the sight of your boyfriend standing on the ground down your window.

“Get dressed and join me.” He simply said to you with his stupid smile. “And don’t ask questions.”

You quickly put on a pair of mom jeans, your eternal orange converses and a hoodie that belonged to JJ. The scent of your boyfriend soaked in the cotton made you smile stupidly; it was your favorite odor. Without making any noise, you closed the front door behind you and went straight to JJ who was already on his bike, helmet in hand.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked as you passed the helmet over your head.

“You’ll see. Now, hop on, baby and hold on tight.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, using the opportunity to feel his contracted muscles over tin shirt. The wind was pounding against your skin, waking you up. Riding with JJ on his bike was one of your favorite thing to do, it felt like the world was yours.

You loosen your embrace around his waist when he decelerated in the middle of nowhere. The road was only lit by an old lamppost, no sound could be heard besides the sound of your own heartbeat.

“What are we doing here?” You asked the blond boy as he grabbed your hand.

He didn't say a word, leading you to the middle of the road where he turned to face you.

“Exactly one year ago today, we shared our first real kiss here.” He smiled at you. “Happy one year anniversary, my love.”

Your heart melted when you heard him say those words. You tiptoed yourself so you could press your lips against his. He pulled you closer to him, his hands sliding under his hoodie that you were wearing. The coldness of his hands against your warm skin sent shivers down your spine. You rested you forehead on his, getting lost inside his blue eyes.

“I love you, Jay.”

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[rinas-ninjas]

Wow we're gonna hate all of the bizarros aren't we? Guess it's Bizarro Zane's turn next on Blasty

Not quite, although he does get dragged into Jay’s fun. ;)

Jay jumped as a clang echoed around the workshop. “Geez, Nya, what did the wrench do to you?” He laughed nervously.

Nya huffed and rolled out from under the vehicle she was repairing. “Sorry, Jay.” She paused her work, grabbing a water bottle from their cooler. “It’s just – ugh. Kai’s in a mood.”

Jay made a confused face. “Still?”

She nodded. “Let’s just say getting knocked out did not improve his stellar mood in the slightest.” Jay’s expression matched her own misgivings. “…and Sensei’s making him do grappling training with Cole and Lloyd.” She laughed at Jay’s grimace. “Don’t worry – no matter how mad he is, Kai’d never hurt Lloyd.” She thought for a moment. “But you might want to ask Zane to prep some ice packs for Cole.”

A solid thump shook dust from the ceiling.

“…yeah we should probably go warn Zane.”

On deck, Cole pulled himself to his feet, frowning. “Were you able to catch that, Lloyd?”

The younger ninja’s face was twisted in concentration. He nodded. “I think so.”

Cole turned to Kai, grabbing his arm as the fire elemental sulked. “Hey, I get that you’re still feeling like crap, but can you curb it?”

Kai rolled his eyes. “I did the move, I dunno what you’re so touchy about.”

“Kai,” Cole turned him around. “What’s gotten into you? This isn’t for us, we’re supposed to be training Lloyd – you know that!”

Kai jerked his shoulder out of Cole’s grip. “Don’t tell me what to do! I didn’t sign up to coach some brat.”

“Are you serious?”

Kai scoffed. “He’s like, what, eight? I don’t know. Why is it our job to teach him?” He ignored Cole’s shocked face in favor of continuing his complaints. “Not like he stands a chance against the literal lord of darkness anyway.”

“Geez, dude, wanna say that a little louder?” The two looked up to see Nya frowning, with a hand on her hip and around Lloyd’s shoulders. The blond boy looked like he was fighting back tears – there was no doubt he’d heard Kai’s commentary.

“Whatever. Ask her to do it – maybe a girl won’t hurt you so bad.”

Nya stepped to block his path, only to get knocked by Kai’s shoulder as he stalked back below deck. She immediately rolled up her sleeves, mumbling some choice words and taking a step after him. Cole’s steady hand on her shoulder stopped her rampage.

His expression was disappointed. “Let him go cool off, please.” He offered a joking smile. “You can kill him later, but for now, I really could use another person to teach Green Bean some grappling moves.”

Nya’s frustrated glare turned into a smirk. “Hey Lloyd, wanna see me kick Cole’s butt?”

Lloyd whooped, Kai’s words forgotten.

Cole smiled at the renewed enthusiasm. “And don’t worry about Kai.”

“He’s just having a hard day.”

Miles away, bizarro Zane sulked.

“Did you really have to go that far with him? I was busy.”

Jay just huffed from under the ninja slung over his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, I interrupted your stupid training. Can you just defib him already?”

Zane narrowed red eyes at his teammate. “Why can you not do this?”

Jay flushed. “I can’t control the voltage that well…can’t you just do this?”

Kai barely registered the bickering around him. His head swam, spots danced in his eyes. His shoulders – legs – everything was sore.

His chest hurt. Burns spiderwebbed across his back – he hadn’t felt a burn in so long, he’d forgotten how it lingered, how it seared into the injury. He felt queasy – the unsteady rhythm from being lugged around wasn’t helping. He could hardly think…he felt lightheaded.

Zane gestured to a clean spot on his table. “Lay him there.”

Kai could only whine as he was carelessly slumped onto the table. Zane watched while Jay maneuvered his limbs to lie prone. “And you have to admit, I lasted pretty long this time.”

“The better part of a day is not ‘pretty long’.”

Jay scoffed. “Says you! You don’t have to be precise – you can just pile on the ice as much as you please!”

“Say what you wish.” Zane grumbled. “You should have learned to defibrillate him yourself by now.”

He couldn’t breathe…what were they even talking about now?

“Can you do it or not?”

He just wanted to sleep.

“Yes, you know I can. Now stand back – you may be master of lightning, but Cole will have my head if I accidentally zap you.”

Zane’s hands never crackled like that.

If he got out of this he was never teasing Jay about his voltage meter ever again.

And then Zane pressed his hands to his chest, and he arched off of the table. It hurt – why was he – he couldn’t – Zane would never hurt him –

Jay frowned. “He’s still fibby…”

“I am aware, Jay. Back away.”

And again, hands full of sparks and pain, making him seize and flail in a painful arch.

Bizarro Zane raised an eyebrow as Kai slumped back onto the table. “His vitals are steady again, but you will have to wait until he wakes up to continue.”

Jay let out a groan and draped over the worktable. “That’ll take forever!”

Zane seethed. “You still have twelve hours, if he wakes up you can resume your fun!”

Jay glanced at the exhausted form on the table. “Can I at least leave him there? He’s heavy.”

Zane glared. “Take him.”

“Zaaaaane…”

A slamming door caught their attention. Jay bounded off, trailed by a sulking nindroid.

“Cole!” He greeted. “You’re back…early…”

The bizarro ninja stretched his arms out. “Was just checkin’ in on our firebrand.” He grinned. “They made him train the shrimp.”

Even Zane snorted at the idea of their Kai having to teach Garmadon’s kid.

Cole nodded at Jay. “How about you? You get anything out of Blasty?”

Zane rolled his eyes and talked over Jay’s response. “He sent him into atrial fibrillation. He then interrupted my work,” He glared at Jay’s objection. “To fix it.”

Cole snickered, shaking his head. “As much fun as that sounds,” He wrapped a large arm around Jay’s slight frame. “We need him to actually be alive in order to get info, you know?” He removed his arm, clapping Jay on the back. “Is he still on your table, Icy?”

Zane nodded with folded arms. “I would very much like him removed.”

“Yeah, sure thing. Besides – you’ll have plenty of time with him later, right?”

The nindroid nodded with a shrug. “Provided Jay somehow controls himself, yes.”

Cole grinned. “Good. I’d hate for Blasty to get bored.”

[commanders-sole-braincell]

GIB FORD and/or his sister plez UmU

Bring forth Ford-The-Gourd!

Full Name: 

Taihneford

Gender and Sexuality: 

Nobinary Man and Pansexual

Pronouns: 

He/Him, Them/They

Ethnicity/Species:

Sylvari

Birthplace and Birthdate:

The Grove 1325, on the 20th of the Pheonix (4/20 babey!) He’s a night bloom too (so technically he could be born at 6:09pm)

Guilty Pleasures: 

Reading horrifically bad romance novels. Just seeing how far he can ride his griffon/skyscale AWAY from his problems (he comes back but oh the temptation). Having lazy days

Phobias: 

Heights and caterpillars

What They Would Be Famous For:

Being the Commander, being a chimera, being the Commander’s sister in some AUS, and for being an iron-gut

 What They Would Get Arrested For:

Being an idiot. Bad parenting

OC You Ship Them With: 

Honestly anyone who catches my eye (aka my friends ocs have you seen them all just

I think @prismaticaurene‘s Alistair might have first dibs though, he kissed his cheek! 

How ever will I marry off Ford now? He’s been sullied by a kiss, he’ll never be able to wear white (jk jk!)

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: 

Lasairlugh… Canach… Rhosil… probably Enfy (defo Nura… Zojia probably has planned it multiple times)

Favorite Movie/Book Genre:

Romantic Comedy and Comedy - he’s a feel good kinda guy who 100% cries at the predictable ending

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche:

“Hero gets the girl BECAUSE he’s the hero” He likes romance, he doesn’t like forced romance with no chemistry (alt. “the people fight over a girl and she has no say in the matter”)

Talents and/or Powers:

Aside from the typical Firebrand/Guardian package - he’s proficient in general fire magic - his flames look a little funky, but they’re very potent and always seem to a burn a little hotter than they should. Also pretty stronk and has the suitability of a cockroach

Why Someone Might Love Them:

He’s a big goofball tbh, a push over despite his size and generally pretty relaxed and charming. He adores people easily and is essentially a dog in sylvari form. He’s also pretty charming when he’s complimenting people, and lights up like a christmas tree at the slightest thing. Gives really warm hugs. He’s the type of person who’ll just hug you as you walk, and be a nice little heater, regardless of how close you are or who you are - a great big tree of a guy who’s got a dorky, snorty laugh but will drag you to the settee for a nap, or to see a cute kitten on the side of the road. 100% got in trouble before for saving an animal at an important event and walking in filthy

Why Someone Might Hate Them:

He’s a doormat, and lacks confidence in himself. The Commander persona draws people in, but Taihneford’s actual personality and quirks push them away. Like I’ve said 60 thousand times, he’s really emotionally stunted, so friendships, relationships and so forth are still new territory for him; so he can unintentionally stress people out by being overly meek or overly headstrong about things. Also, stubborn af - you don’t spend your Dream with Lasairlugh and not come out stubborn as an ox. Kinda a combo of all of that, but he’s also prone to some childish habits if he gets in the mind set, and will huff and puff if he’s grumpy enough. Also super melancholic and will not tell anyone why

How They Change:

Ford goes from someone who’s meek, but kinda pushed into this role as Commander, into someone actually quite bitter and resentful. He frequently grows frustrated with the role, but it’s all he’s known. He has no hobbies, and was honestly pretty depressed before Enfy and Dragon’s Watch strutted into his life. 

As a sapling he was more shy, but kinda puffed himself up around the Firstborn to meet their expectations, and was downright cocky at times. He was still trying to process what happened with his sister, but kinda threw himself into this role, thinking maybe it was normal? Around Season 2 and HoT he started to develop some serious resentment over everything

He’s, at this point in the story, more confident, relaxed, but still holds some aggression and resentment for what he’s been through. He’ll likely always have self confidence issues from his saplinghood, but he’s learning to shove them a little deeper, which honestly isn’t probably good Ford my dude get help

He’s trying though

Why You Love Them:

MY FUCKIN BABY! Ford’s been with me since the start of HoT in many different forms, but he’s always been a character I felt drawn to, and now that he’s the Commander and my main? My dude I love this idiot! I honestly push a little bit more of myself into him than I did other characters, but got a nice balance of ‘I can comfortably explore what I’d do in universe without being disloyal to the character’ and also getting the chance to explore various themes that interest me about him (chimeraism babey!!!)

He was honestly the first time I went ‘okay I can’t TECHNICALLY make this is game, but how can I find a loop hole’ and man it’s real freeing! He’s honestly become a bit of a comfort character for me, and, while I get a little bit self conscious talking about him so much, THAT’S MY SOOOONNN!!!

and his better half is here

[in-a-cave-with]

rank tony's villains in tales/v1 from most favorite to lamest go1!!

villains are in order of first appearance and i’m giving each a rank out of ten.

wong chu

ok so i know he’s part of iron man’s Origin™ but he’s so….dumb. not to mention the way he’s drawn is so bad it skips being funny and goes straight to being just kind of sad. 1/10 do better marvel

gargantus

large dude that is actually an alien hologram. gets points for originality and wackiness. 4/10

doctor strange (not to be confused with former surgeon turned sorcerer supreme doctor stephen strange)

i like his cloak. 6/10

red barbarian

our first “evil soviet russia villain”! could be worse, but he’s still kind of boring compared to the others on the list of tony’s evil soviet russia villains. 2/10

hatep the evil sorcerer 

this concept is so fucking funny and ridiculous. i love comics. 6.5/10

jack frost

freezing powers are very cool. HAHHAAHHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE?? 7.5/10

crimson dynamo

i’m literally so confused as to who this guy even is? is he an iron man villain or not? whats going on. 5/10

the melter

if you thought hatep the evil sorcerer was hilarious just look at THIS guy. somehow he has a similar color palette as doctor strange the villain yet he manages to wear it in a way that is magnitudes less fashionable. 7.5/10

mister doll

his powers are pretty cool! his outfit’s kind of terrible though. 5.5/10

the mandarin

look at this fucking loser with his Green and Magenta outfit and his 10 stupid fucking rings. why does he have an “m” on his chest anyway. lamest recurring iron man villain. 0.5/10

the scarecrow

i have no idea what else he does other than be an evil scarecrow. 3/10

black widow

our first villain on this list with a sense of style, and also our first villain-turned-avenger! natasha romanoff, i love you. 9.5/10

the unicorn

this guys is really funny but also who fucking named this guy . what’s unicorn-like about him. blease. this bothers me. 6.5/10

hawkeye

listen i don’t fucking care what anyone says. clint barton deserves rights even if his origin story is wack as all shit. 9/10

the chameleon

initially a 7/10, but served as the conflict in the first stevetony issue in iron man comics, which bumps him up to an 8/10

black knight

NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THIS GUY WHICH IS HONESTLY A GODDAMN CRIME. LOOK AT HOW AWESOME HE IS. 10/10

the phantom

another cool villain with a nice aesthetic! 8.5/10

this random fucking dude

i mean props to him for managing to steal the iron man suit but his hat is terrible and we don’t even know his name?? 7/10

attuma

namor is better. 3/10

dream-maker

love this dude. he’s neat. 8.5/10

titanium man

someone at marvel was like LET’S MAKE CRIMSON DYNAMO BETTER…………..GREEN AND MORE EVIL…. 8.5/10

this android that’s basically the pokemon ditto but less cute

it does get points for making me laugh. 5.5/10

the freak

ok so this is just. ok. so if happy gets exposed to cobalt rays he turns into whitewashed hulk lite™. still kind of interesting in terms of plot though. 6/10

ultimo

honestly a little more interesting than i thought he was going to be. points off for being associated with the mandarin tho. 4/10

krang

canon incel. 1/10

namor

hehe fish man . 8/10

mole man

what moles are bright green?? 5/10

the crusher

honestly i forgot everything about him until i went through TOS again. he’s hulk lite™ pt 2 electric boogaloo but without the emotional weight

half-face

realistically i know he’s just buildup to titanium man coming back for the 3rd time BUT I DO LIKE HIS VIBES. 7/10

grey gargoyle

i’ll admit. he’s got awesome powers and the fight w tony was rlly interesting. 9/10

whiplash

….so he just has a whip? it isnt even electrified or anything he just has a whip? 3/10

A. I. M.

the bright yellow beekeeper outfits are so stupid they’re really, really funny. 7.5/10

the demolisher

i actually kinda like this robot design. it’s pretty cool in terms of “robots that want to kill iron man”. 7/10

cerebrus

24th century baddie! always a win. 8/10

the gladiator

i mean like. what the fuck is this. 3.5/10

the controller

it seems like this is the only iron man villain anyone seems to remember these days? anyway it makes sense, he’s pretty memorable and his powerset is interesting. 8.5/10

the night phantom

what happened to the normal phantom? also he’s another incel so that sucks. 2/10

madame masque

OHHHHH YEAH THATS SOME GOOD SHIT RITE THERE. 10/10

midas

uh. well. hm. 3/10

life model decoy tony stark

literally one of the best iron man villains ever. i’m not joking. 10/10

lucifer

that shade of purple is so ugly. 4/10

the mercenary

the concept is stupid. his outfit is stupid. i love him so much. 8.5/10

the minotaur 

??????????? 5/10

shar-khan

i want to let you all know that this dude is an evil king from an alternate universe and carries a HUGE AXE and rides a FUCKING DRAGON. 10/10

firebrand

ANTI GOVERNMENT KING! 10/10

the smashers

they kinda sound like a lame rock band. 5.5/10

the mechanoid

i’m still emo over this random alien dude. 8/10

spymaster and the espionage elite

it’s pretty difficult to be master spies if you’re wearing bright yellows and greens right? so props to them for still managing despite that! 8.5/10

ramrod

hes just a very strong space robot! 7.5/10

white dragon

this guy is clickbait bc he’s neither white has anything to do with dragons. however he’s the villain of a REALLY good imv1 arc. 7/10

the slasher

he has crab claws on strings attached to his forehead. ok. 6.5/10

mikas

YET ANOTHER incel villain. i swear to fucking god if they don’t stop coming. 1/10

guardsman (kevin o’brien)

i’m sad :(. 8/10

the adaptoid

he’s like that cursed reaching emoji. 3.5/10

princess python

SHE’S JUST A FERAL LADY WITH A SNAKE. LET HER DO WHAT SHE WANTS. 7.5/10

cyborg-sinister

Yes That Is His Real Name. 8/10

raga (son of fire)

bro…..just chill out (HAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE). 5.5/10

madame macevil

Yes That Is Her Real Name. 8/10

thanos

9/10 (just for the memes)

rasputin

does not fit any of the lyrics to rasputin by boney m. 2.5/10

the maurader

POINTS JUST FOR THE COOL CAPE. 7/10

tony stark

and as everyone knows: the best recurring iron man villain is tony stark himself. 11/10

[twilightofthe]

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, annnnnnnd Luke Skywalker

Probs gonna be a long post since I Cannot Shut Up, so here we go!

OBI WAN (see look I told you this was gonna be long)

How I feel about them:  HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM A NORMAL AMOUNT.  Okay okay, besides the fact that he is Very Nice To Look At (c’mon, I must, I have EYES), I genuinely love Obi Wan because he wants to be a good person so, so badly, and he’s always ALWAYS trying to be better because he doesn’t believe he already is a good person.  His life is a literal living hellhole and he doesn’t crumple under all of that tragedy like literally everyone else does, he takes a moment, puts a cheeky smile back on his face, and gets back up and keeps going.  He can be a hypocrite, he tends to look over things he really shouldn’t or gets the wrong idea about things and just shuts off what he doesn’t want to deal with, he’s overconfident and a little snobby and petty and a bit of an asshole, and he makes mistakes because he is human, and I love him for all of those flaws because if he was perfect, I wouldn’t like him as much.  He’s funny and reckless and would literally die before letting anything he cared about get hurt, he wants to do everything at once so he can help everyone and he literally gives all of himself to a cause because he cares and y’all, he is the most distinguished disaster I have ever come across and he deserves peace and rest and loved ones who don’t die in his arms or betray him and he’s one of the most brilliant fighters I have ever seen and he just draws you in.  You can’t help but want to watch him.

Romantic ships:  I will love him and Anakin together past my dying breaths; they’re soulmates.  I can also enjoy seeing him with Quinlan or Ventress, and of course Satine.

Non-Romantic OTPs:  Anakin again, I just love them and will take them any way I can get.  Also Cody, Cody is great.  And Ahsoka-- especially post-Order 66 (c’mon Kenobi movie don’t let me down now).  And Padmé!  Ugh, I’m mad TCW refused to let us see the Obi/Pads friendship the movies promised us they had.

Unpopular Opinion:  Two big ones.  First, that Anakin is the most important person in his life.  I can’t see it any other way, and I know other people would disagree.  Second, that he’s a good person and ALSO kinda a jerk.  He’s one of the most popular figures in this fandom with the most mercurial fanbase.  I’d say a good 85% adore him, but then the 15% who don’t hate him with a burning passion.  Seriously, it’s like to these people Palpatine was a better Master to Anakin than he was, jeez-- I’m digressing.  Anyway, it’s like in retaliation, the other 85% have put him up on a pedestal as someone who’s done no wrong whatsoever.  And here I am in the middle like, I love him to hell and back and always will, he’s legit one of my favorite characters, but he isn’t perfect.  Like I said, it’s hard for me to like perfect characters with no flaws.  So yea, I guess that’s it.

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon:  MORE OBIKIN MOMENTS BECAUSE I’M NEEDY.  Ok but in reality, there’s a couple things, most I’m discovering have to do with female characters.  I wish he hadn’t faked his death when Ahsoka was there.  I get why Anakin had to be there to witness it, otherwise he wouldn’t believe it, but Obes, my dude, there was no reason why you had to (further) traumatize a sixteen year old over this.  She really did not need to have you die in her arms, you of all people know how shitty that feels.  I also want to know why he didn’t speak up (or if he did and we didn’t see it) at Ahsoka’s trial.  Was he being punished for Mandalore?  Going off of that, I wish we actually got to see him mourn Satine for more than 0.5 seconds of him looking sad after she died and then it literally never being brought up again (I’m looking at you here, Season 7, give me SOMETHING).  I’d also like to see him having some sort of meaningful interaction with Leia that would make her naming her only child after him make more sense (I actually have a really good penpals style idea about this, but I don’t know if I’d be able to write it before the Kenobi show comes out and josses it).  Also, I heard that the original Twin Suns episode of Rebels was supposed to have Kanan going to Tatooine with Ezra, and I really would like to see a Kanan/Obi Wan interaction, it just sounds like so much potential for angsty goodness!!! ;_;

AHSOKA

How I feel about them: My brave, brave girl!  She was what got me into the prequels in general, if you can believe it (wow, my star wars watching order is just WEIRD), I had to know more about her after seeing literally one glimpse of her in Rebels and then saw the Tumblr fandom explode.  She’s enduring and snarky and clever and a total badass and I adore how we got to see her grow from a spunky little kid into a shining, confident young woman who I’d follow anywhere.  Anyway, I love her and god did she deserve so much BETTER FROM EVERYTHING.  HER LIFE SUCKED TOO AND SHE TOLD LIFE TO FUCK OFF AND KEPT GOING.

Romantic ships:  I adore her and Kaeden Larte from the Ahsoka novel and you can pry my headcanon that they’re still together up to the Sequel trilogy out of my cold dead hands.  Also Barriss Offee (WHY DO ALL MY STAR WARS SHIPS HAVE A PATTERN?  CAN WE NOT BE BETRAYING EACH OTHER FOR FIVE SECONDS PLEASE).  Also Riyo Chuchi, that was really cute!!!

Non-Romantic OTP’s:  Snips n’ Skyguy all the way!!!!  But also argh, I adore Ahsoka and Rex and everything about them and Season 7 is going to KILL ME.  I also love seeing Ahsoka and Padmé interact, and I really do like the little bits we see of her and Obi Wan and I want MORE of them >:(

Unpopular Opinion:  This is gonna sound weird since I just said that seeing Ahsoka in Rebels was what got me into TCW and the prequels, but I really didn’t like her characterization in Rebels all that much after I went back and saw her in TCW.  I know she grew up and was traumatized and matured, but Rebels!Ahsoka just seemed a bit too severe, a bit too peaceful (she’s always been a firebrand), a bit too quiet.  Yea she grew, but I feel like the environment she grew up in wouldn’t foster the personality change she got in Rebels.  She was a bit of a hot mess in TCW, and the Ahsoka novel kinda showed more of that personality in an older version of her and felt more right than what we got in Rebels.  

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon: A GROUP HUG WITH ANAKIN AND OBI WAN IN SEASON 7, PREFERABLY HER PICKING THEM BOTH UP LEGEND OF KORRA STYLE.  Ok but really there’s a LOT of things.  First, that she never liked Lux Bonteri.  I’m sorry, I’m petty.  He just reminds me way too much of my IRL friend’s stupidass boyfriend who I Do Not Like and I never got what Ahsoka actually saw in him ;p  Second is that I did not like how Ezra saved her in Rebels.  It’s a grumpy point for me because I certainly like how she managed to outlive the entire Order that kicked her out, it’s poetic, and if they did have Vader kill her I’d still be grumpy because it would be just another Prequel era woman who got killed off because she wasn’t in the OT while the males all find some way to be alive despite not being in the OT.  HOWEVER, you will never convince me that Kanan wasn’t the one who deserved that time-travel fixit.  Kanan had a family-- a CHILD, who he left behind.  Kanan had a future, and a story point that was just left unfinished and unsatisfying for me and other fans, if what I’ve heard was right.  As much as it would annoy me, Ahsoka dying facing Vader makes sense from a narrative point because it would follow the path that Vader destroys everyone he ever loved until he meets Luke.  Kanan’s death felt sudden and forced, and the fact that they had the audacity to use his death to be like “oh no Kanan had to die and become a Spirit Wolf solely to tell Ezra he needed to bring AHSOKA back”, come on.  Rebels didn’t establish Ahsoka and Kanan having any sort of meaningful relationship, it makes no sense for that to be his final wish, so it just feels a LOT like favoritism on Filoni’s part.  So yea, I don’t know what I wanted to save Ahsoka because I did want her alive, but it definitely shouldn’t have been at the expense of Kanan.  Meh.  Ok, but on a happier note, I really wanna see Anakin’s ghost on Endor reuniting with her again cuz that would be sweet and make me cry.  I also wanna see Ahsoka interacting with Obi Wan on Tatooine in the new show because please it would be perfect, she’s already met Leia, now she can meet Luke!  Also, if we could actually see her find Ezra, that would be very nice, thank you.

LUKE

How I feel about this character: Luke Skywalker is one of the bravest, most kindest men in the galaxy.  He’s not the stereotypical macho hero, he’s goofy and he whines and sulks and he makes dumb jokes and he rushes right into things, but he’s determined as all hell and once he loves you, he’s never letting go.  He wants to fix everything!  He has so many ideas!  He’s so bright and you can’t help but fall in love with his smile and his sparkling eyes and you want all his dreams and plans (because he has so, so many of them) to come true, and he will make them come true, because he is stubborn like both of his parents before him.  He worked through the discovery of his beloved father being a monster, and not only did he love him despite that, he did the unthinkable and BROUGHT HIM BACK.  LUKE BROUGHT ANAKIN HOME BECAUSE HE LOVED AND BELIEVED IN HIM AND HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO DO IT.  I just wish he had gotten the happy ending his parents never did (and that he had had for 40 years before it was ripped away whoops I got salt on this haha).

Romantic ships: Complicated.  I think he would be really cute with Ezra if they ever actually met; their personalities would mesh nicely and I think they’d make a great team!  However, I don’t really ship him with anyone else, and me the ace again is projecting major aro/ace vibes onto him because I can *blows raspberry*

Non-Romantic OTP:  BROT3 WITH HAN AND LEIA!!!!  FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!!!!!!!  Y’all but they literally saved the galaxy together, and Luke and Leia love each other so much they knew there was a connection from the very beginning and always supported each other and the BEST space siblings, argh that forehead kiss was my favorite part of The Last Jedi I cry but I also love the chaotic dumbass duo that is Han and Luke and how they’d legit die for each other and have each others’ backs.  And, Luke and R2 will always always make my heart melt because these guys are the best team!  And Chewie, cannot forget Chewie, Chewie loves his stupid blonde little brother.  Ya know what, I’ll also add in Rey for the pure potentiality of what could have been.

Unpopular Opinion:  Well it’s certainly not unpopular to anyone I talk to, but Lucasfilms disagrees with me, so I’m gonna put forth that I don’t care WHAT the explanation is, I could never ever ever see Luke even thinking about murdering his nephew in his sleep, not just a “slip up”, not “only for a second”, no.  Yes, people can change in thirty years, and I’ve begrudgingly accepted a lot of his actions in TLJ, but not that one.  Luke would NEVER.  A more unpopular one I have would be that he’s not as much of a “innocent cinnamon roll�� as fandom makes him out to be.  We see from the beginning of Episode 4 that Luke has the Skywalker temper and he’s a bit on the rude side, even though to me that seems a little more like issues with a filter that he works on developing throughout the OT.  But yeah, people tend to declaw him a bit and forget this is the same sarcastic, snarky guy that can and will happily kick the ass of basically anyone who he can’t talk his way out of trouble with (in this, he is very much Obi Wan’s apprentice).

Something I wish would happen/had happened with them in canon:  LET HIM APPEAR TO REY WITH ANAKIN’S FORCE GHOST 2K19!!!  PLEASE JJ I BEG YOU YOU LITERALLY NAMED THE MOVIE AFTER THEM.  Also, please just let him take an active role in Episode 9.  I understand it’s about the new protagonists, but please do not include the Sequel Trilogy in the “Skywalker Saga” if you’re just gonna sideline him the entire time.  If he couldn’t have his original happy ending, please let him be happy at the end of all of this.

[kaimiiru-creations]

Name: Groundhog Day 2

Fandom: TribeTwelve

Warnings: Facade spoilers

Characters: Noah, Kevin

Premise: Facade, but the second time

A/N: I wrote a TribeTwelve fanfic haha lol lmao XD x3 :3c

The dark times will bring Kevin.

Small victories never lasted for long. Nor did they feel at all rewarding. Noah held his prize in his hands as tears fell from his face. His camera watched him cry. This was not a moment he wanted to forget, even if it hurt. Despite how much of a crazy, senile old man his grandpa was, Noah still loved him.

Love was the only thing that made him clearly feel human. Maybe even a little bit sane.

“So I must be a monster...” Noah sobbed. The journal called to him, made him want to undo the leather tie and read its contents, but he simply stared at the cover and wiped off the tears that had landed on it, “I’m so sorry, grandpa, it was the only way...”

Maybe Persolus was watching him now from the collective, disapproving as always. His grandfather sort of still existing, in a twisted way. Although that fact was really, really screwed up, what was even more fucked was that Noah found some /comfort/ in that thought. He shook his head and smiled in his usual bitter way, sniffing.

On that happy note, the doorbell rang.

Noah wiped his eyes on his sleeve and slipped Sebastian’s journal into the bag he wore at all times. There was no way he was going to lock it up in a safe when he usually got near-randomly transported to other locations, courtesy of the Collective, Firebrand, or whatever else wanted to see him.

“Who the hell is ringing my doorbell this time…” He grumbled grouchily, not appreciating the interruption to his mourning. He grabbed his camera and put it on the counter pointing to the door, as usual. He went up the door and peeked outside. Kevin blinked back, and then waved with a silly grin. Right... Firebrand warned him that Kevin would come soon.

Noah unlocked the door and opened it, bracing himself for the hug that came last time. But Kevin came nowhere near him, just grinned up at him and clapped his shoulder. Noah could not help the jump from the contact.

“Hey dude! How have you been!” Kevin asked, and his grin became more wry as he asked, “Did I scare you?”

“A bit.” Noah replied, his voice hoarse as he stepped back to let Kevin in. He could just push him out… but he’d prefer dealing with Kevin than Observer for as long as possible.

Kevin snickered, and Noah forced himself to let out a weak laugh with him. “Hey, you wanna go for a walk or somethin’? Today’s a nice day today.”

“Ah… I don’t, really feel like going out today.” Noah admitted awkwardly, “How about we... play some video games? I still have some games.”

“Aw, well, alright!” Kevin said cheerfully, and Noah grabbed his camera as they walked into the TV room.

While the remastered Spyro game held Kevin’s attention, Noah felt a crawling sensation. Knowing from experience that the feeling wasn’t mere paranoia any long, Noah looked out the window. There He was, the Administrator, watching them. Noah’s fingers on his free hand touched the journal’s purse. Somehow… he wasn’t terrified anymore.

“Hey, Kevin, that’s a pretty cool bird out there.” Noah couldn’t help but say. Kevin leaned to look out.

“Huh? I don’t see any birds, dude.” Kevin said, as the admin stood in plain sight.

“Huh. I could’ve sworn it was a big black and white bird.” Noah said. He blinked, and the admin was gone. But around, of course. Noah wasn’t /as/ scared of it, but it’s presence made the hairs on his arms bristle and his gut coil. What was it up to now?

“Probably flew off or something.” Kevin concluded, and returned to the video game. Just for more kicks and giggles, Noah turned on the night vision. Nothing on his camera. They were getting smarter.

This was an annoying attempt to get him into a trap, or destabilize him. Noah wanted to mourn his grandfather, dead in ways the rest of the world couldn’t understand, to read and document his new journal carefully… But nothing he wanted came easily.

“You want a turn?” Kevin asked. Same script as before.

“No thanks, you can keep playing.” Noah replied. The journal was suddenly calling to him, stronger than the Admin’s presence, moreso than even Milo’s voice. But he was stubborn. He watched Kevin attentively. He would read Sebastian’s journal… just not now. A cold sensation emanated from it, as if the journal was expressing its disapproval.

“Yeah yeah, shut up.” Noah muttered. He was suddenly certain he going to start /dreaming/ about the contents if he didn’t open it-

“What was that?” Kevin asked.

“I was talking about that annoying enemy on screen.” Noah quickly lied.

“Oh, okay. I guess it is kinda annoying.”

As Kevin kept playing, Noah’s thoughts drifted off again as he watched the colorful effects and the dragon on the screen.

“Hey Kevin, have you ever met Milo?” He asked.

“Who’s he?” Kevin asked.

“Oh, he was my cousin. He mentioned you before.”

“No, I don’t think I have.” Kevin said, and then cursed as Spyro missed a platform and fell to his death, “Um… what do you mean ‘was’ your cousin?” He asked, looking back to Noah as Spyro respawned.

“He’s dead now… committed suicide.” Noah said simply, and shrugged as Kevin suddenly looked guilty, “Don’t worry about it. It’s been years, you probably don’t remember your childhood friends anyway.”

“Yeah… my memory’s kind of terrible. It’s a wonder how I got into college.” Kevin joked.

“That’s an understatement.” Noah muttered.

“Hey!” Kevin protested, and Noah laughed it off like it was a joke.

He wasn’t sure how long Kevin would be staying, but with no way to lock him up without attracting the Observer’s attention Noah and Kevin were stuck together for the time being...

[she-witch-inanna]

See? You get me @consistentlyaverage @ryujithisisbullshitsakamoto

Also, I absolutely have an AU like that bc the Metaverse reappeared and askdgha remind me to actually talk about that later but here have this.

What was going on? Ren had been going about his day as normal when his phone had pinged. The Metanav. He called Ryuji, and sure enough, it happened to him too. It was the same with Ann, Futaba, Makoto, Yusuke, Haru...they all had it back. So Ren had called them all together. They had to get into the Metaverse, and they had to figure out what was going on.

So here they were, congregated in Shibuya Square, gathered together as Ren nervously opened the Metanav. It was still just as garishly red and black as he remembered, and that same voice chimed up at him to “Please select a destination.” just like it always used to. It sent chills up his spine, were he being honest.

“Ren...” Ryuji’s voice came to him, soft and worried. “Are we sure this is a good idea?”

Ren shook his head. “If that thing is back, we need to know. We might be able to get the drop on it this time.” He glanced up at the bleached blond, flashing what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Sunshine. We beat this before, and we can do it again.”

Ryuji nodded, his gaze hardening with determination. “Right. Okay, Leader. Let’s get goin’.”

Deep breath, Ren. Close your eyes, steel yourself, then speak. “Mementos.” At first, there was nothing. Then that familiar lurch in the pit of his stomach took hold, and the sounds of Humanity faded away. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in an empty replica of Shibuya Square, just as he had done months prior.

He pocketed his phone and took another deep breath. “Let’s go see what the damage is, shall we?” He looked between his teammates with a small smile that didn’t quite reach the cold fire in his eyes. There was something up here and he needed to get to the bottom of this. Hands in his pockets left them as he descended the stairs into the subway station proper.

What greeted him when he reached the bottom put his mind at ease somewhat. The veins of energy were gone, and the ambiance was brighter, albeit not by much. In the distance, Ren could still hear the motionless wind echoing through the tunnels, but it didn’t feel quite as...antagonistic as it had when he was here before.

An idle hand reached up to feel the mask on his face as if assuring himself that it was still there. “Alright. Well, let’s go see what kind of trouble we can get into, shall we?” He turned to look at his team, fixing his gloves like he always used to as he regarded all the Thieves in their Regalia.

Except...

“What? You’re staring.”

“Uh, yeah dude. Look down.” Ryuji’s prompting did make Ren lower his gaze to his outfit. Though he wasn’t sure what there was supposed to be to see-

His coat wasn’t black. His gloves weren’t red. His slacks, his boots...none of it was what he had gotten used to seeing. His mind flickered back instantly to the one place he had seen these colors before, and he had to shake his head violently to pull himself back to reality.

Crow...

As steel eyes looked at the now white and red coat, pale gloves, and pale everything else, his vision began to blur. A shaking hand reached up to his mask, pulling it off to look at it, though he had a feeling he already knew what he would see.

Red.

Akechi...

Crystalline pain slipped unbidden down a pale cheek as he stared at his own mask. He knew the other Thieves were talking, but he couldn’t hear them.

“Promise me you’ll change his heart. You will...won’t you?”

He had. He had kept his promise. Shido was rotting in prison now. Ren had told Akechi about that when he had built that shrine in LeBlanc’s attic. Every day, he’d light incense and just...talk to him. He had kept his word...

“Joker...? Where’d you go?” Makoto’s voice shook him out of his head, finally. Or maybe it was her hand on his shoulder that literally shook him back to reality. He looked up into worried red eyes that, for the briefest of instants, looked so much like those pained wine-colored ones he had seen in his nightmares for months.

“S-sorry...” He swiped at his face with his sleeve, gritting his teeth against the burning ache that had started up again in his chest. “I’m alright.”

Yusuke stepped forward, a much gentler hand on Ren’s other shoulder. “Joker...he clearly meant a lot to you. It is no surprise that this would shock you.”

Ren shook his head. “I’m fine, Starshine.”

The set of Haru’s jaw made Ren’s gaze not linger on her when she began to speak. “He did not deserve what happened to him, whatever he had done.” Ren was all but certain she was just saying that to make him feel better. It didn’t.

It wasn’t until Ann pushed past the other two to cup Ren’s cheeks that anything changed. “Hey...listen to me, Joker.” Ren tried to look away, but she pulled his face back to look at her. “Whatever changed between you two, whatever happened...this is proof enough of how much he meant to you.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” The words came out perhaps slightly more bitter than he had intended them to.

“Of course it matters.” Ann insisted, squeezing his cheeks between her hands for a moment. “Because you are still here.”

Futaba, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke up. “You’re carrying a part of him now, Joker. Maybe you always have been and we just didn’t see it. But now we do. And we’ll help support you.”

Ryuji chimed in with a nod and a smile. “Yeah, man. We’re with you. He-...he an’ I might not have gotten along but you always could see the good in people. And clearly, he had to have somethin’ if you’re willin’ to carry him around like this.”

Ann nodded. “Exactly. Now we have a reminder. Every time we come into the Metaverse, from here on in, we’ll think of him. And we’ll remember. He won’t be lost to the People’s Cognition if we remember him.”

Ren was crying again. He took Ann’s hands and nodded, pulling them from his cheeks and pressing them together before kissing her knuckles. “Thank you, Firebrand.”

He could tell that beneath her mask, she was blushing a little. “Of course, Joker.”

Makoto smiled at him, stepping back to allow him to move forward past her, into Mementos. “This is for Crow.”

There was a soft echo of “for Crow” from the rest of the Thieves, and Ren’s heart felt like it was going to burst.

He squared his shoulders at the turnstiles, raised his head high as he placed his new Mask back on his face. “Let’s go.”

For Goro.

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff ~ Stray Thoughts: Sparkle’s Seven {MLP}

Ah, what a wonderful day to have 200 episodes of pony time.

Meanwhile, at the School of Doom.

That explains so much about Twilight

Ooh, burn.

You’ll do great, Starlight. The episode will not forget your efforts.

Wait, the story is written by.... the voice actors? HOLY SHIT, EVERYONE IS HERE! This is a more joyous celebration than SU’s finale when it had all those writers and that turned out,,, not so great.

Ladies, you’re both still awful for before.

Oh snap, heist episode?

Heist episode!

Goose gods!

And come on, those geese deserve some respectful designs. 

C’mon Rarity, tons of sibling rivalries have some bs complications

MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Homeland Infiltration

Applejack’s gonna put her leg game into sicko mode.

Damn, I guess being around the same people for years can have people guessing your moves without a sweat.

I like that growl she did

Rarity, no offense, but you’re great

And way to be honest, AJ

Okay, I did not expect this turnaround

This is gonna be memeface galore, isn’t it?

Noire time.

Isn’t it a glass of milk, Dash?

Pinkie in space is not something I thought I’d like

Applejack has an alter ego to being a background pony?

WE’RE SPIES! WE LIKE FRIES! WE DON’T HAVE HIVES! CUZ WE’RE SPIES!

Fluttyshy being badass is not something I needed until now

Exploding things will make you lose, Spike

Huh, guess Apple Core wasn’t joshing

Pinkie, fire can’t survive in space.

You did great, Pinkie, with no casualties too.

Huh, secret guitar weapon. Nice, AC

Thanks snitch. “Dude c’mon” What? A snitch is a snitch.

Zephyr Breeze? Seriously, how did he get here? He’s a stylist.

Rainbow Dash,,,, is dressing in style.

Seriously, why is he there?

Tch, crack ships. Am I right ladies?

Rarity is strong enough to take out a chunk of brick wall.

OH SHIT, HE DIPPED! What are ya doing, show?

You do you, hipster.

WE’RE SPIES! WE LIKES GUYS! MS. PUELLAAA,,, LIKES PIES!

This is the first time they’ve mentioned gliding ever.

ZOINKS SCOOB, the plan’s gone awrrryyyyy.

How do you know it’s a false alarm, Luna?

I mean, if four out of 7 are in the building, things were running pretty smoothly I might say.

WE’RE SPIES! AND WE’RE STUCK INSIDE!

Huh. Real talk I’m surprised Fluttyshy’s concern of claustrophobia comes from the concern of others and not just her own fear of everything like early depictions of her.

That’s rough, buddy.

That is the most wholesome shit I’ve ever heard, Fluttyshy

Secret doors, babey.

Damn, Twily. Cut him off like that?

Firebrand’s right, the guards can be useless

Huh, Applejack helped the plan out

I like that Zephyr saw Rainbow pass by but didn’t say anything.

Maudie!

LEG GAME STRONG.

How did they not recognize any of this going on? You’d think with Shining knowing Twilight’s every move that,,,, they recognize the ponies responsible.

I love that in the efforts to sound peaceful, Flutty sounds remarkably ominous.

See people, Geese just want love not hate.

HAHA, you didn’t expect them to be in the room as the treasure huh, Twi?

What a twist.

And you honestly deserved that, Twilight, for seriously cutting him off like that.

Thanks Luna, looking good as ever.

Also Luna did more in this episode than Celestia truly has. Mad kudos to you, Moon Booty

Aw. Ya gonna make me cry, buddy.

Kudos to you as well, Spike. After 200 episodes, you earned your keep.

So what did we learn ya’ll? Well, I’m an only children so I can’t relate as much, but I believe that if you have siblings that you care about very much, don’t underestimate them because they might surprise you more than anything. And in any respects, even if they’re not blood, the person you love can be considered family regardless.

MY LITTLE PONY: Friendship is Family

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Fire and Ice: CHAPTER 2 ALESSANDRA FIREBRAND

By Brooklyn N. Dottin

This is the second chapter of a longer piece.  Stay tuned for updates as subsequent chapters are posted.

Austin Julius pulled into the driveway of my house on his motorcycle, sun bouncing off his shining helmet, strands of auburn poking out of it. He braked in that fancy manner-turning the bike sideways, making the tires squeal on the pavement. By the time Austin was ringing the doorbell, I’d already frantically switched out of my not-exactly-sexy sweater and jeans and into a tube top, shorts, and an old, worn flannel button-down. I raced to my full-length mirror, fluffed up my strawberry-blond hair, smoothed it back down, and flew down the stairs. I threw open the door-a big no-no in the guide to looking cool-and smiled at the flushed-faced auburn as he stood there. 

    “Dude, that brake maneuver you just did? I saw it from my window. That was awesome, man!” I said as a conversation starter. 

    “Thanks,” he said.

     “So, come on in,” I said, rather awkwardly, I thought.

     “Erm, sure….”

  I led him to the living room, where my brother Bradley was doing an art project for school. My brother’s passionate about art, so whenever an art project was due, he’d take great pains to make sure that his project was the best one there. Even when there’s no project due, he still challenges himself with art projects on structures, like the Eiffel Tower, the Pyramids of Giza, or, one time in summer, the Taj Mahal, which took him three weeks.

     “Hey, Austin!” Bradley excitedly greeted him. Bradley really likes Austin, and for good reason-Austin’s been very helpful towards Bradley when it came to his art. He’s helped him with a lot of art projects, such as the Taj Mahal project, and has even, when Bradley was little, given him art lessons. 

     “Hi, Bradley! Whatcha working on?” he asked.

   My brother gestured excitedly towards what he was working on, which, in my opinion, looked like something you’d find in a torture chamber.

      “It’s something you’d find in a torture chamber!” Bradley said.

    Oh.

    “What is it?” asked Austin.

      “That draw-and-quarter contraption,” he said.

     Violent.

     “Violent,” said Austin.

    Just what I was thinking.

  “I know. I’m gonna try and do an art series called Torture Chamber. Sounds cool, eh?”

  “Sounds like a lot of fun,” I said sarcastically.

  “I didn’t know you liked torture chambers! Maybe I should take you to one!” Bradley said with mock surprise, then laughed. Austin laughed along with him, and I couldn’t help laughing along with them. Bradley can be a total nut sometimes, but he’s a cool kid.

   After my laughter subsided, and my brother went back to his work, chuckling to himself, I asked Austin, “So, what brings you here?”

  Awkwardly fidgeting with himself, he said, “Can we talk about it somewhere else?” pointedly gesturing towards Bradley. I got the message.

    “Alright. Follow me.”

    I led him up to my room. I made sure to close the door behind us as we entered my room. I sat on the floor, while he sat on the bed. 

    “So….what is it?” I asked.

    Austin’s face turned red, which I found quite flattering. “Erm….well….let’s just say….that, um, well,-”

   “What!” I said impatiently.

    “Well, you know how the Halloween Masquerade is coming up?”

     “Yeah….”

      “I was just wondering if you were going.”

     “Yeah, sure, if you’re going too.”

   That classic attempted cover-up for asking someone to a dance.

    “Okay, cool,” said Austin. “Wanna go to the Masquerade together?” 

   “OF COURSE I WANNA GO WITH YOU!” I shouted, leaping up. “Erm….ahem….I mean, um, sure.” I said, sitting on the bed. I inwardly kicked myself for being so uncool about it. I glanced up at Austin, and caught him staring at me. Then we sort of just awkwardly stared at each other. Tentatively, I reached up and ran a hand through his auburn mop of hair, which was an easy feat, staring at him the whole time. In retrospect, that was just about the uncoolest, most awkward thing I’ve ever done. I couldn’t read his expression, though. Either that, or he was expressionless. I really couldn’t blame him if he was. I’d be expressionless, too, if I were in that position. But in that moment, I wasn’t thinking about that. All I was thinking then was whether or not what I was about to do was gonna be weird. I sat there, frozen, my hand at the back of his neck, our noses six inches apart. We just sat there like that for what seemed like an eternity (which, looking back, was only about ten seconds). Mental dilemma: either go through with it and regret it, or not go through with it and regret it. End of dilemma.

Slowly, I pulled him by the neck closer, paused at around one-and-a-half inches, and kissed him. Pulling away, I looked into his eyes for a grand total of one second, then kissed him again, this time becoming a bit rougher than last time. That whole time Austin hadn’t kissed me back, but tentatively started to. He gradually gained confidence, and was gently kissing me back. That continued for a while longer before it was interrupted by a voice saying,

    “You guys are making out!!!!”

   I jumped away from Austin quick, but the spit trail was pretty conspicuous. We both straightened ourselves up. 

    “Bradley, how many times have I told you, knock before you enter!” I scolded him. 

     “But you guys wouldn’t’ve heard me knock anyways. And, I did knock, but you guys were moaning so loud the neighbors must’ve heard you, so you certainly wouldn’t have heard me.”

   I gave Austin a look that said, Were we really that loud? He shrugged. 

    “Yeah, my parents should be home any minute now, so maybe you should go before they interrogate us,” I suggested. 

   “Good idea.” he said, getting up. I walked him to his motorcycle, and gave him a sly look. We totally cracked up. 

    “Well, that was unexpected,” Austin laughed, a little nervously, I thought. “Who’d’ve thought that Bradley would walk in on us doing something not very PG?” 

    “I know, right?”

    After saying bye to the other, he rode off down the street. I watched him go, before going back inside.

     Bradley was at his death-chamber project again, trying to look as innocent as possible and failing horribly at it. 

    “Bradley, you need to wait until I say ‘Come in’ before you enter, do you understand?” I asked him.

     With a wicked grin, he said, “That is, if you’re not too busy moaning as loud as a grizzly bear!”

    “Dude, leave off of it, okay? We were just kissing, is all!”

    “Just kissing?”

   “None of your business!”

   “If you guys were ‘just kissing’, then what was with the spit trail? Why were you guys moaning like a grizzly bear that just stepped on a trap? And why was your tongue inside his mouth and vice versa?”

    “WAIT, WHAT? YOU SAW THAT!?!?”

    “Uh-huh.” 

 I facepalmed myself. Ugh!

  “Next time, just knock and wait for me to say ‘Come in’ before you enter,” I said wearily.

   “All right,” replied Bradley, turning back to his work.

[mio-nika]

Today’s Theory is half-baked at best. But, like, if I can talk about black goo and random notebook for an hour why the hell not.

The North Star and the role of Habit.

(i'm really more interested in talking about Slenderman being the SlenderDAD who lost the custody of his children, and by children i mean mining town four, but i still need to look for more information for it and i'm very lazy)

So let's talk HABIT. Habit is Evan. He’s not a demon in normal meaning of the word. It’s not a possesion per se. It’s part of him. Something that takes control and does things when everything is shit. Like you know, Patrick!

The boy refused to respond to his given name and only reacted to the nickname his birth mother gave him: Habit. - Corenthal Report dated 11-17-1971

This is the first clue that gave me the idea that maybe there’s something very wrong. Basically if we talking about demon possession, or second personality they always names themselves. Like you know, Patrick. Not by their mother.

Also lets review his monologue in Half-acre of ash:

Do they matter? Just sitting there, they're watching, they're witnessing, but they'll be dust. And I'll be here in this place evolving, changing, living. But that's all it's wanted just more of them! And then I get to hunt them! And eat them! Cut them, and burn them! But it's the same, yeah. It's the same, it's the same.

He talks about himself reliving his life time and time again, about people who are watching (us), and other kids. Whom he’s forced to kill. Because it’s his role. It keeps people entertained. It keeps people watching. It keeps with spreading the Virus.

Evan is The Firebrand. The person who makes the chaos. Jeff is The Guardian. The person who keeps the order of things. As long as he can. Vince is The Voyer. The person who is recording everything. They are the best recipe for an entertaiment. They are entertaiment. This is why we need to stop watching. Because they bond to their roles.

Slenderman is the one doing this loop. He interested in keeping the kids alive. So he can watch. And we can watch. So do you ever think why the hell rune that kills gods and monsters called NORTH STAR? Like Severance rune is called Severance because it’s literally SEVERS connections. So why the North Star. Because it’s not that it represents. It’s represents the direction. The guidance. The way home for the god-like creature that just can’t die.

It always was about killing Vince and Evan. In two thousand three hundred ninety-five Habit talks a lot about war and killing, but he never talks about killing The Man. He talks about killing someone. Not the Long Dude.

And in The day the world ended Habit JUST FUCKING SAYS THAT HE PLANNED TO KILL VINCE. WHY YOU SO DUMB, SHAVED HEAD: I did get you here to kill you. Because I did have a plan that you miraculously fucked up. I worked so hard on it. You were supposed to find something for me. He basically was torturing Vince, keeping him in the same apartment for months, so Vince would create the North Star just to flee. It was a plan all along. AND remember Box Seven? The last box? One of the items was a casing for a shotgun. Alex’s casing, buried for the first trial of Habit. Here it is! In Half-Acre of Ash.

He’s already finishing this box. And judging by context of it, he’s planned it to be final. In -.-. kids talks about how they never tourn out to be in Edem at the same time. Every time someone is alive. Because longdad keeps them alive. But, hey, Habit found the crack: The journey starts here because Corenthal is not a fucking idiot. He built his cabin here, because he's not an idiot. Maybe a little suicidal, but not an idiot. These woods... this place? It is old, and it is sick! So... who do you think lives here? So, we need to be very quiet, because the minute he gets a beat on us, he'll pop his skinny ass from behind any of these trees and we're fucked. You understand? I can't protect you here, Vinny. - All good things The woods near the house is the only place where they can be killed. And so the journey begins. Now, Evan, you can finaly be free. From your own live.

The Black Goo / Follow-up / Follow-up2 by renmorris The Dream Journal The House

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7, 20, 22

Which gaming system that they have used did you like the most?

mm ! good q ! 

if we’re counting lives, i really like fiasco and for the queen also seems super cool

if we’re going main campaigns i think its blades in the dark that r u l e d

oh wait no subpoint - firebrands. i reeeeallly wanna play firebrands

Name one thing you like about each member of the cast.

oh gosh this is so sweet !!

alis laugh makes me so happy

also in clapcast 0 when she cries about old wrestling: that literally fills my heart

janine’s.. diction? idk if thats the right word but she speaks very precisely and i like it

it sounds like shes holding each word like its a dainty teacup and shes wearing fancy gloves

dre makes some aesthetically incredible choices

Body Horror Season

also live spoilers but that fuckin Mask in for the queen... dre comin for my life

andi is very good and i love how much thought they put into how their characters relate to violence

also their laugh makes me very happy. thats tru for all the friends tbh they all hav great laughs 

austin seems like such an intelligent smart dude and i want to hear him talk about philosophy for 7 hours

also when he like full-on guffaws: blessed

art is very funny and also has some of the most Heart-wrenching character moments

i think grand is the best example of both of these things.. i lov my arrogant son

and his ads for one song only are getting increasingly funny

jack is i mean. an incredible composer obviously. but also theyre so On My Shit character-wise

orth godlove and audy Both slayed me,,, two characters in one season ! unfair !

they also hav really impressive character voice range imo?? 

this is a very weird pull but theres an archived stream friends stream of some kind of space game jam and at some point in it jack has to talk to themself in like 4 different voices and its great

nick ok hes not in all of it but theres a great thing where he talks about fantasmo being like, the terrible academic he Could be, and that struck such a chord w me

Favourite weird Friends at the Table name?

i answered this before but i would lov to answer again: never winter-wiley 

its very good to say and hear