#I've been having so many thoughts about gen loss this is just the only one thar makes some sense

[golden-nugget]

gen loss rambling

what if gl!ranboos mask was what was keeping him alive. I mean the line about keeping the mask on or else the show ends can be taken a few different ways but I feel it could work here. please ranboo said in one of the streams talking about genloss bts stuff that there were wires in his mouth that were meant to have been seen during the final scene. and finally the mask itself is likely plugged into his brain, (this isn't a new thought either given the placement if the logo on the back) so what if he was less human than we first realized and closer to being a machine then a man in the first place.

if this is the case, I doubt it but still, that would make more sense as to why shiwfall was so ok with letting them die at all, knowing they can bring him back no matter what (cause they kinda already did). that would also mean that out vote didn't matter when you boil it down. we might not have broken the cycle but just fractured it slightly.

[jjkamochoso]

I have a Gen Narumi request!

So basically Y/N turned very cold and distant to (almost) everyone, after she lost EVERYONE they care about from a kaiju attack, being scarred both mentally and physically, she closes off from the world trying to protect themself, but they're wonderful, weird, game addicted captain, just so happens to have broken that ice wall a tiny bit (Y/N's even giggled once in front of him!!) , but he's never seen her cry...until one day he heard quiet sobbing from her office, he checks it out being the great friend he is, but sees Y/N curled up in their chair in fetal position ,tears flowing down their face (Gen tries to comfort her obviously, he would be the best friend ever I swear)

Fluff/angst because I've been reading to much unholy stuff :)

Oooh I like this idea!! Angst and fluff is the best combo🤭 thanks for putting your trust in me for this story and I hope you love it!! 🫶❤️

Comfort from Your Captain

Angst, fluff

Gen Narumi x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, depiction of panic attack, small instance of cussing

“Hey, L/n! You wanna grab some lunch with us?”

“No, thank you. You guys go ahead.”

That was a common occurrence for you. Your teammates never failed to extend an invite to their favorite platoon leader and you never failed to deny their requests. They were all extremely nice people which was why you didn’t want to get to know them better—it would make life even more unbearable for you when it was their inevitable turn to die on the battlefield against the kaiju. You had already lost your entire family and friends years ago when a kaiju ravaged your neighborhood, that tragic day leaving an irreparable mark on your heart and mind. The attack hadn’t left you unscathed physically, either; you were haunted by it everytime you looked in the mirror and saw the scars littering your face and body, reminding you of all you had lost, all you were too weak to protect. Since then, you had sworn to never get close to anybody because you knew it was only a matter of time before they got ripped away from you as well.

Until a certain captain entered your life.

When you were transferred to the First Division, you kept to yourself as per usual, but somehow along the way, Gen Narumi was able to break down the walls you had built up for so long. Was it because you knew he was strong, so strong that he probably wouldn’t die in the hands of a kaiju? Was it because of those countless nights you spent together, when both of you found sleep evading you, up until dawn, him playing video games while you silently enjoyed his company, just not wanting to be alone for once?

Was it because you finally found someone who understood what it was like to have nothing and no one at all?

It was a mix of all those things, you thought. Whatever the real reason was, anyway, you didn’t care; all that mattered was Gen Narumi had become the only friend you could tolerate having. He was the only person in the past few years to have seen you crack a smile and let out a giggle when he was being particularly ridiculous. And, as neither of you were team players, you worked well together in the field for that very reason. He would always charge for the large honju while you would take out all the smaller yoju surrounding him. It was a silent agreement between you to stay out of each other’s way and you were glad to have that level of trust in someone for the first time in many years.

Oftentimes, especially lately, you wished you could embrace the happier, more communicative side of yourself you’d had to suppress all this time. Your division was comprised of many kind people who you would’ve loved to learn more about, but your fear of loss was much too strong to allow you to be so vulnerable and open with anybody else other than Gen. It pained you to turn down their many offers to dine together or hang out, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to agree to any of it. However, you were starting to tire of being so lonely all the time. Keeping up your cold demeanor around your team was starting to take a toll on your mental health and you found yourself becoming wrought with despair much more often than normal. When you bid the members of your team farewell, your heart began to quicken its pace and your breathing was becoming rapid. Words flowed through your brain at a swift pace, so quick you could barely create a coherent thought.

What is going on? I feel like I’m dying. Why am I doing this? I’m losing control.

I need to get out of here.

Your body was on autopilot—you ran to your office as fast as your shaking legs could carry you. You hoped the slam of your door wasn’t echoing across the base because the last thing you needed was someone seeing you in this state. Throwing your body onto your desk chair, you tried to even your breathing but your lungs weren’t cooperating. All of a sudden, akin to a thundering storm, came an onslaught of tears from your eyes. You began to sob, your body wracking with each cry you tried so desperately to hold in.

“It’s too bad L/n couldn’t make it to lunch with us. Maybe sometime later this week?”

“Maybe. She always seems to have something going on though.”

Gen listened intently to the conversation happening between your teammates as they walked past him, throwing up lazy salutes to the captain on their way to the dining hall. He frowned, letting their words settle into his head. He knew you had a hard time with opening up to others but it pained him to see you so blatantly blow off people who genuinely wanted to connect with you. He knew all the great qualities you had to offer with your friendship and he wished that you could see it was okay to lower your guard sometime.

I’ll go check on her, make sure she’s alright.

He waltzed toward your office, video game in hand. He had just beaten the level he was on when he raised a fist to your door but stopped in his tracks. Holding his breath and putting an ear to the barrier between you two, his heart immediately sank.

Is y/n… crying?

Gen didn’t know what to do. He had never seen you cry, let alone show sadness in any real sense of the word. You favored the emotionless side of yourself, never letting others see what you were going through internally. Now, with only a door separating you two, he hadn’t the slightest clue whether he should barge in or not. He waited for a moment, but you didn’t let up. In fact, it sounded like you were crying harder, if that was possible. With a gentle touch, he tried the door handle—it opened without protest.

She must’ve ran in here in a hurry.

He knocked on the door as he swung it open slowly. “Hey, uh, y/n? You alright?”

When he entered the unlit room, he could barely make out your figure, currently huddled up in your chair. Your knees were drawn close to your chest, your face hidden in the darkness of the arms covering it. Even with the curtains drawn, he could tell you were quaking in your position. When you didn’t answer him with so much as a threat to his well being, he knew you weren’t doing well. Your labored breaths, along with your sniffling cries, hadn’t calmed and it pained him to the core to see you hurting in such a manner. Without a second thought, he quickly ran to you and took you in his arms the best he could.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You’re alright,” he consoled, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

“Gen, I-I can’t,” you hiccuped, not daring to show your face.

“Can’t what? It’s alright, you can talk to me.”

“Can’t keep doing this.”

His eyes widened in concern. “Doing what?”

You didn’t answer, a fresh wave of sobs taking over your body. He didn’t let up in his care for you, hugging you tighter to his body. After a few minutes, your crying finally seemed to slow but Gen never loosened his grip, adamant on proving to you that he was there for you in your lowest of lows.

You raised your head from its downward position, tear stains all down your cheeks. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what, silly girl?” He cracked a smile, softly rubbing circles on your back.

“He-helping me. I’ve pushed you away f-for so long but you’re here.”

Gen shrugged. “We’re friends. And that’s what friends do.”

His answer came out like it was the simplest fact in the world to him. The response was almost enough to send you into another spiral of emotions, but you held back as much as possible.

“You know, there’s a lot of other people that wanna be your friend, too. I’m not happy about sharing ya,” he playfully nudged you, “but I will for your own sake. You deserve to be happy and feel loved. I know how hard it is to get to that point of opening yourself up to others, trust me, I do, but we can work on it together if you want. You, me, and the rest of the team. We all have your back.”

You nodded, wiping your bleary eyes. “Earlier, when I was having that panic attack, I was thinking I couldn’t continue pretending not to give a shit. I just don’t wanna see anybody else I love get hurt. I don’t need any more scars.”

“I know.” The captain pulled you closer, resting an arm around your shoulders. “But that’s why we train. We get stronger so we protect the ones we love. This world is cruel and unfair. That can’t stop us from experiencing joy in the meantime.”

“Joy from things like video games and Yamazon?”

Gen stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. “You’re already back to being mean to me? After my heartfelt pep talk?!”

“I’m joking,” you said, a faint smile gracing your lips. “Not used to that, are you, Narumi?”

“Not in the slightest,” he answered, his two toned hair flopping around with every word, “but I’m not mad about seeing you smile more.”

You broke out into an even bigger grin. It might take a long time and a hell of a lot of work, but you were ready to open your heart again—thanks to the comfort from your captain.

[kyliafanfiction]

Shell 4.3 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

Lisa leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, “So if you needed another reason to think Glory Girl is a privileged bitch, look no further.”

“They don’t need nearly as intense an event to make their powers show up.  Glory Girl got her powers by getting fouled while playing basketball in gym class.  She mentioned it in a few interviews she gave.”

Or maybe you could wonder just what's going on in someone's home life that would make a basketball foul such a terrible event for them?

I kind of have somewhat mixed feelings about the fact that (apparently) Ward retcons the 'second gen triggers easier' thing, because that actually feels like a cool worldbuilding choice.

Then again, given what I gather Ward (apparently) reveals about Victoria's trigger, I still kind of feel like it somewhat pales compared to say, Taylor's trigger. So it still may be true, just not as easy as some would have thought.

Amy is second gen and hers wasn't exactly easy, after all.

Obviously, not coming into this blind, so it's hard to say how I'd feel about this if I read it blind. Like, on the one hand, we haven't been given a countervailing POV, but Lisa has clearly established herself as wanting to upplay the 'darker side' of the heroes, and stuff, to Taylor, so this could just be posturing.

I'd like to think, if I came at this blind, I wouldn't take Lisa at face value (because why would anyone, at this point?) and instead consider 'what makes someone's life so shitty that a basketball foul is such a bad day for them?'

Like, topic change but - AITA and related subreddits get a lot of cases where the poster is obviously, so obviously not TA and people wonder why they're asking, and sometimes it feels like they're posting for validation, and maybe they are but like... if someone's life is that bad that they need the validation from strangers on a subreddit?

I feel like let's give them some? So it's sort of like that, here? Like, if Vicky triggers from a basketball foul (and really, Lisa, why take Victoria at face value about this, especially since you now officially know New Wave isn't as shiny as they pretend), then seriously, let's wonder why that of all things counts as such an unpleasant experience for her?

“It’s okay,” Brian reassured me, “It’s one of those things you only really hear about from other capes, and you only know us.  Maybe you’d hear more about trigger events if you took a university class in parahuman studies, but I doubt you’d get the full picture there.  Kind of have to go through it yourself.”

I feel like this would come up on PHO? The Wiki? Maybe Taylor just didn't spend enough time there, but...

This really does feel like a poorly presented exposition excuse. But then, sometimes you need those, especially in a story like Worm.

I found myself at a bit of a loss for words.  I couldn’t really explain why I didn’t want them interfering, “I don’t really know.  I think… I guess I feel that if you guys jumped in and beat them up or humiliated them or made them tearfully apologize, I wouldn’t feel like I’d dealt with things myself.  There wouldn’t be any closure.”

Then maybe actually deal with them already?! You're not even doing that. Taylor, please, don't believe their BS about being helpless before them!

“It went on for almost a year and a half before things quieted down.  Last year, around November, they… I dunno.  It was like they got bored.  The pranks got tamer, then stopped altogether.  The taunts stopped, and so did most of the hate mail.  They ignored me, left me alone.

See, this would be where it would have ended if Emma was sane. She genuinely would have gotten bored.

But instead, Emma's got more screws loose than an American Bridge. I mean, she doesn't give Amy a run for her money on how many issues she has, granted, but then, almost no one does, but still. Emma's issues have issues.

“Ew,” Alec interjected, putting down his food, “I was eating here.”

I mean, to be fair, this isn't really a dinner conversation, Taylor.

 It had been Sophia, I was almost positive: She was the most physically aggressive of the three.  But these guys didn’t need to know her name.

I doubt if she'd said the name it would have hit of Lisa's power enough to let her know that Sophia = Shadow Stalker, but it would make for an interesting AU/Fic Idea/Type Thing? :thinking_face:

I couldn’t leave the story unfinished, after getting this far, as much as I really wanted to.

You found a place where you feel as though you belong, are wanted, and like all people... well, you want to be understood. Can't really criticize that.

Maybe I should have, I dunno.”

Yes Taylor. You *should* have.

“The point I’m trying to make, if you’ll stop changing the subject, is that these girls would probably take their misery out on me, even if they didn’t know I was doing it.  I don’t trust myself to keep from retaliating, upping the ante.  You saw what happened with me and Rachel, the first time we met.  Things would escalate, I’d take things too far eventually.  Secret identity blown, or getting someone seriously hurt, like Lung was, only without the regeneration.”

I do get Taylor's point, I do, but I also feel like she's making excuses.

“There’s too much chance for things to go out of control if I take things into my own hands or have you guys do it for me.  

On the other hand, Taylor is kind of a control freak now, in a way, sortakinda, sooo....

“That would still be risking getting her assaulted,” I sighed, “Pretty girl walking down the side of the road at night?”

Taylor, you're doing a bad job of pretending to be a villain :P :rofl:

“Then why the fuck are you a supervillain?”

Good question. Don't give him the correct answer. :p

“Escape.”  The word left my mouth almost immediately, before I’d had a chance to even think about what it meant.  I couldn’t have taken the time to think before speaking, or they might have known something was up.  Lisa almost certainly would have. A few tense moments passed, and I chanced a look at Lisa and Brian.  Lisa was watching the dialogue, a small smile on her face, her chin resting on her palm.  Brian was kind of inscrutable, arms folded in front of him, no real expression on his face. I explained, “I can deal with real life, if I can leave it behind for this.  Kicking ass, making a name for myself, hanging out with friends.  Having fun.”

And this, beneath all the rationalizations, is the truth. The truest thing she's said in a while, I think, honestly. To herself, or anyone else.

“You’re volunteering, then?” Lisa asked Brian, ignoring my protests. Brian nodded, “Yeah, I guess I am.”

And the ship spills secrets to each other! From what I gather Brian/Taylor doesn't really have a satisfactory conclusion as a romantic subplot (does anything in Worm have a satisfactory conclusion? Okay I mean yes, the last three Arcs did, but still) but it's easy for the reader to be fooled into thinking it will be a more central detail of the story, from some of these bits.

[imgonnascreamandnoonecanstopme]

Why "fearing" ai, especially ai art, is extremely non intersectional and potentially ableist or even eugenecist of you.

Posting this here cus thank god no one reads this blog but i'm frustrated over how disgusting y'all are acting.

Firstly, none of y'all fucks gave a single damn when klaus used ai to colour 2d drawings and people wanted to redefine 2d as being ok if all we see is computer generated.

None of y'all fucks even gave a damn when pixar tried to redefine 2d as 3d art with a 2d filter. So don't try to claim you give a damn about art when you were fine throwing everyone who's ever done 2d animation under the bus repeatedly. (this doesn't apply if you, like me, were there arguing against these fucks. You're fine. But you know the fucks i'm talking about "future of 2d, new frontier bluhbluhbluh")

In fact most of y'all fucks encouraged it and wanted your hands on the tech to use for yourself. so feck off with your fake ass concern

2.

The shit you claim ai is doing now. It's not. And i've seen some truly unhinged shit that's either 1. been disproven or 2. is just fully illogical.

Example A: The ai is stealing actual furry art scam that was REPEATEDLY proven to be false. But this sure went around on twitter and tumblr and then the people who literally faked it tried to pull some bs "it was a social experiment" "It was to show how it could end up" nonsense. Fuck you.

Example B, the only case i've seen a job "stolen", word used FUCKING loosely: In a comments section i saw a dude explained that for his souvenir photography shop, their boss is using an ai to colour correct the photos and the photographers aren't allowed to change the settings on the camera (implied: because the ai won't work unless it has specific camera settings).

So this dude thinks the photographers job got stolen because the photographer can't adjust the camera settings and because his job description changed from colour correcting to checking that the ai hasn't messed up. Homeboy wasn't fired/ctx

To explain to you, in case you genuinely have no knowledge of history or how things work in job markets /gen:

These things have been happening since the industrial era and yet i'm not seeing a single one of you arguing for us to go back to pre machinery sweat shops for young girls. Cus y'all do realise that pre machinery, in history, the norm was FUCKING SWEAT SHOPS in the global north, right?

Job loss is bad, yeah, and it was super fucking bad for the people who had typewriting jobs when the computer came. A lot of people either pivoted to the computer and if they couldn't, they lost their job. However, how many of you, genuinely, who currently own a business, even a small one, wants to go back to only using a typewriter? /genq No google docs, no google calendar, no printing receipts or packing labels. All written by hand (rip fellow dysgraphics) or by typewriter just so that you can hire some of the ex type writers who are now retired and lost their job in the past? I'm gonna venture not many of you are willing to make that decision in terms of being conservative of jobs. Especially if you own a modern small business.

Let's say you are one of the people who lost their job to computers becoming the norm. Did you once think the computer was sentient and actively trying to replace you? I'm not asking if you got angry at the computer replacing you, i'm asking if you thought the computer was alive and walked into the office and said "Hey, i want a job and can do it better than Doris" and your boss said "hired" and fired you. Or, did you think your boss bought a MACHINE a TOOL (non sentient) that ended up replacing your job?

And Lastly if you were replaced by a computer. Did that makes authors extinct?/genq Even authors who handwrite or use a typewriter? Cus i have a bunch of nanowrimo stats to prove you wrong if you think that went away just because your job went away.

You might be wondering, why am i talking about this, especially the last one. The answer is really simple you see because THATS HOW THE ABOVE DUDE SOUNDED IN HIS FEAR MONGERING COMMENT He heavily implied that the "AI" replaced "HIM" and that it will continue and ripple out and replace ALL photography always and forever.

Which btw last i checked for freelance photographers, i thought y'all did your own colour correction or is that just for small businesses?/genq And for tourist photographers where it's sometimes an entry level part time job, i thought the ones who were doing it not as a passion already didn't mess with camera settings that much cus y'all didn't give a shit about the job if they treat you like shit and pay you less than minimum wage. And didn't the photography business get this already where things shifted when we went from physical film to print? Was that a catastrophe? cus y'all seem fine and like y'all survived but idk maybe there was a mass genocide i didn't hear about due to us stopping the use of substances with carcinogens. (heavy sarcasm incoming) Maybe not using carcinogens is what's actually killing us/s

Lastly why tf do the arguments in response to ai have a net total of 5 minutes of knowledge of human history????? If you know shit about the history of technology and humans oppressing other humans, something in you should be getting weird vibes from the arguments people are making currently. And yet i keep seeing people arguing that if you don't support being anti ai (of all forms, even as accessibility tools) then you're actively taking money from a freelance artist that you have never met and would never purchase from, even if you would never pay for ai art. Which is not how the economy, facts, money, human rights or customers work??????

So many people will say art is a luxury product when people wanna price gouge artists but not say it when artists are harassing people for not buying their shit (istfg if you dare say that hasn't happened once in history then fuck you, it's not just people on tumblr who are artists and drawing isn't the only form of art. Problematic and bigoted people exist everywhere, even in the small business freelance world.)

Not to mention the issue with losing your job isn't the tool that replaced you ITS THE FUCKING SYSTEM THAT REQUIRES YOU TO HAVE A JOB TO BE ABLE TO EAT! YOU'RE SPENDING YOUR ENERGY PROTESTING THE TIP OF THE SWORD WHEN YOU SHOULD BE PROTESTING THE ARMED GUARD WHO ARE USING THE SWORDS OR THE RULING GOVERNMENT THAT SANCTIONED THOSE ARMED GUARDS TO EXIST! And if you don't wanna protest for a system change to ensure that no one ends up jobless and only care if you get a crappier title, then i dislike you.

Tldr of this section: I'm sorry but if you're gonna induce a world ending (aka genocide level) threat, then i'm gonna need more than just "i wasn't even fired, i just do something different at a normal non specialised job", otherwise i'm gonna assume at best you're ego is bruised and at worst actually that fucking priveleged that you think having a job description change, when people are losing their jobs for unrelated reasons to ai, is actively oppressing you. Or that you're trying to water down the concept of what a threat is in which case i actively dislike you as an individual. Extrapolating that a literal computer program will end the photography business because your job description changes due to a shitty decision from your human boss and due to the shitty decisions the government makes to make income security a privilege and not a right, makes no sense.

3. Here is shit ai actually has done:

It's found a fucking antibiotic, i repeat AN ANTIBIOTIC! A NEW ONE! AND ITS WORKING! OUR LAST ONE WAS DECADES AGO! DO YOU NOT REALISE HOW FUCKING IMPORTANT THIS IS FOR DISABLED PEOPLE YOU PRIVELEGED LITTLE SHIT?!??!?!?! (this doesn't apply to the people who are excited for this, if you're not excited (excluding mental illness reasons like depression) for this despite knowing how many people die due to antibiotic resistance then block me now, your energy is fucking rancid)

made colouring 2d animated work easier aka more accessible

helped make other art things accessible to disabled people

Outed people as problematic if not as literal alt-right people or even neo-nazis based on the shit they're spouting as "valid" arguments towards a potential sentient being capable of emotion.

4. Here is shit ai hasn't done based on my research which is inherently limited. Please provide actual proof and not the human faked posts that were going around on twitter:

copy actual drawing

do convincing art from just a text prompt (there's a v funny youtube series where someone tries to get chat gpt to draw a simple circle, it sadly can't, cus it's not sentiently aware of what it's doing)

be able to write anywhere near like a human would communicate for anything longer than

Be sentient about any of the above or show understanding that it knows what art even is.

Be able to make autonomous choices unrelated to what it's learned

Made you have bigoted ideals, that's you, not a fucking random computer, take responsibility for your actions as an actual sentient human

Lastly, let's assume, ai, becomes sentient. Why THE FUCK is the main argument in "managing" it, GENOCIDE?!?!?!?!?

Anyone who is on team "just shut it down/turn it off" instead of "hey let's raise it with love and kindness. And if we don't and it becomes hostile, then it'll be very hard for an ai who is only trained in communicating with humans, to become a world class hacker, despite having no training on that front. And even making a rudimentary shitty ai costs much more energy and time than we should use. And even replicating it takes so much time and physical electrical volt/watt energy so the concept that the ai can replicate itself in a split second and evilly take over the world is illogical at best."

No, no. Instead let's decide "yes i wanna keep my right to kill living life forms because i'm scawed UwU"

Fuck all you fucking fucks who aren't even veiling your genocidal agenda. Fuck you.

Guess what you fucking motherfucker. WE ALREADY HAVE TOP HACKERS WHO ARE SENTIENT AND GUESS WHAT HAS HAPPENED YOU FUCKING FUCK. WE DONT NEED TO FUCKING KILL THEM TO KEEP THEM IN CHECK HOLY SHIT. What is it. With y'all fucks in the global north. And just wanting to murdermurderstabstab anything that is different or as "revenge"?!?!?!!??!?!? Y'all need 20ccs of barbie movies during your childhood and it shows. Fucking hell.

You fucks will use "i'm scared" and other forms of "fear" as a defense but use it to bear your fangs and rip into the first best example you see without making sure it's even a threat or that you are even being threatened because to you privileged fucks, being slightly uncomfortable is what you interpret as oppression. You're not fucking scared. You're hateful and bigoted. Check yourself. Cus you're not helping anyone and you're putting people in danger by having that mentality. Cus thinking you can be objective enough to not turn on other actual sentient beings, when one of your main arguments against a sentient being, is killing them. That's just not how anything has *ever* worked.

Not to mention. IF THIS IS FUCKING PLAN A. TF IS PLAN B.

TF IS PLAN B

THE AI "GETS OUT" AND FINDS OUT THE ONLY PLAN IN EXISTENCE FOR IT WAS GENOCIDE.

ARE YOU EXPECTING THAT TO GO OVER WELL?!?!? FOR AN INFANT NEWBORN CHILD?!

HAVE NONE OF YALL FUCKS READ FUCKING FRANKENSTIEN?!?!?!? LIKE:

The keep reading thing didn't work so to protect people from potentially flashing images, instead imagine, if you can, that there is a gif here of someone screaming in anger and frustration and pain.

Feel free to let me know if i say smth bigoted but not if it's the fucking "you're just saying adapt or die" argument CUS ITS NOT FUCKING TRYING TO KILL YOU ITS NOT FUCKING SENTIENT. IF YOU DARE FUCKING ARGUE THAT AI IS TRYING TO ENACT FUCKING GENOCIDE WHEN ACTUAL FUCKING GENOCIDES ARE HAPPENING THEN I WILL NOT HOLD BACK MY WORDS!

MY PEOPLE DID NOT SURVIVE THAT FUCKING SHIT ONLY FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU TO TRY TO FUCKING WATER DOWN THAT TERM AND IT'S IMPLICATIONS!!!

[photmath]

okay this is not. 70 questions asked related totally but Who r u thinking will win this playoff, lakers or warriors? without bias or nun. just your rawwww thoughts

also 16 & 62 🫂 😘

hi gen hiiiii

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

I feel pretty good! Have been doing great on my final exams and only have one more left, one more assignment left as well so I'm chilling. Plus, I'm writing a different fic right now and I kind of like where it's going despite it being pretty different than something I've wrote in a while.

62: What makes you happy?

The small things. Remembering little things I've said or sent that I just completely forgot about. I love when people are able to work so tandemly together without it being told, like a friend comforting a scared friend. Or in my instance, when my roomie cooks and I wash the dishes and then we dry the dishes together afterward or vice versa. It's like it goes without saying and we just do it because it's become a habit now, especially in the mornings when we dance around each other to get coffee--and we ignore each other until we've both drank a cup before we start talking because we absolutely hate talking in the morning without it.

I know I speak of my roomie a lot but yeah, she's made me happy for the past two years. I finally got her into football and it's my biggest achievement of my life. I now have a partner to watch these sometimes shitty matches and it makes it worthwhile. 🤭

⇾ Who do I think will win this series? Mmm I actually don't know statistically wise. I haven't been watching basketball this year because of the lack of time like I usually do, only the playoffs, but I would say the Warriors. I think they have too many powerhouses, Steph and Klay--add on Wiggins. And then they also have "underdog" powerhouses like Kevon Looney. Despite them losing Game 1, I thought Looney's 23 rebounds was impressive, and the loss wasn't even a blow-out persay. I feel like Steph and Klay have that balance of if one has a bad game, the other has a great--and Lakers have AD and Lebron doing the same. So it's like it can go either way and agh I'm a little nervous bc of it. But lol I think Lakers biggest weakness is if AD has a bad game, bc although Lebron can lead a team by himself, having AD on his A game makes it a whole lot better. AD was awful Game 2 and if Warriors are able to lock him down like they did, then sheeesh. But if he has good games, YIKES to the Warriors. It's going to be a fun series regardless.

[cryptar]

Ah, a fellow Neuvifuri shipper! don't apologise at all!! I'm really happy someone shares my thoughts on this!

Xiaoven, Thomato and Kaebedo are all such good examples that I'm shocked I forgot to add them in the first place. and I've never heard of Touken Ranbu before, but from what you've said i am very interested!

I agree on the gen focus as well, ironically i was actually reading through a Diluc and Diona fanfic when i got this notification. Simply put, in a genfic you're far more likely to find something organic and fresh— since there's no romance involved and it focuses on the characters and the story being told.

That said, i also relate VERY hard to loving a ship so much that you'll grit your teeth through the worst fic imaginable, hehe.

I feel the exact same way with what you said about feeling like a contrarian!

For a while, I was genuinely concerned I was being a dick, or had somehow suddenly become wildly homophobic just because I could never get into the popular, beaten to death, mlm ship it feels like every fandom has.

Though, since then, I've obviously realised i just prefer rarepairs! and for the exact reason a lot of people don't like them in the first place; there's a lack of content for them, and thus less of the character is lost in the hustle and bustle, and is free to be explored.

Speaking of the degeneration of canon in the face of fanon, alot of people tend to get into media through fandom, which while isn't necessarily a bad thing, greatly increases the generation loss phenomenon.

The post you sent captures my thoughts on this perfectly— i actually lost my mind at ‘the college coffee shop au’ line because both my hands and feet wouldn't be enough to count how many times I've been scrolling through ao3 and thought: ‘not another fucking college au by someone who only knows the characters though fanfiction.’

One in particular that comes to mind as I'm writing this that you may, or may not, know is the Batman fandom, which, even as a community with an unusually high abundance of genfic, nearly every single characterisation remains the same; absolutely nothing like the true source media.

It's such a prevalent problem that comic fans and fanon fans are nigh complete opposites when compared, and most of the other batman comic fans I know outwardly despise the fandom!

And while I do genuinely enjoy reading some cliche, fanon nonsense every once in a while, I can agree as well that these are simply just not the same characters. and that really grates on you after a while.

Related to the issue of people only knowing these characters through fanon and the misinformation it causes— is people using widely known headcanons as ‘gotcha!’ on posts. Fans presenting fanon like it's fact.

A good example of this would actually be Neuvifuri, with people claiming they're related when that's just… blatantly false. you're perfectly free to have a headcanon, but you've got to remember that it's a headcanon!

ah, went on a ramble there, guess i wanted to outdo you on the wordcount, ehm? anyway, my point is. yes. I absolutely agree on everything you said. 100%. my comrade in arms for REAL.

((ps: also on a side note, aspec means anyone on the asexual and/or aromantic spectrum! asexual-spectrum specific is acespec, and arospec is for those on the aromantic spectrum respectively. So i myself am 'maybe' aromantic as well, ehe!))

yknow i say im a huge multishipper but i wouldnt actually consider myself much of a shipper at all. just open to the idea of trying everything once. the term has typically romantic connotations and follows the assumption that i think, and want, these characters to be good for eachother.

I'm, personally, less interested in the prexisting chemistry than i am in the puzzle of figuring out what differing circumstances could potentially cause two characters who have seemingly nothing in common to become eachothers everything.

This could explain my favorism towards rarepairs and more convoluted dynamics, and my aversion to popular, fluffy pairings that have already been explored a thousand times over, there's no work for me to do there.

Not to mention that when a ship becomes too popular it starts cannibalising itself, and lots of good, interesting characterisations are lost in the sea of people bending characters into pre-orchestrated, saccharine dynamics. alot of which are usually downright fetishy in nature, particularly in mlm pairings.

I mean i would say being able to get ooc and self indulgent is downright mandatory for making a good fic, but there's only so many times i have to read a fic about a big, overprotective, manly-man top who does all the work and the shy, small, swoony, softhearted femme-wifey-bottom before it starts to just be lazy.

I actively have to go out of my way to search 'switch' tags if i want true-to-the-character, mutual emotional reciprocation. which i really, really shouldn't have to do as an ace person who actively skips through nsfw.

And it's not that popular wlw pairings aren't guilty of these problems aswell, but those tend to lean more into the 'soft lesbians who can do no wrong' stereotype, which always completely (butch)ers all nuisance that makes the ship worth shipping in the first place.

As well as that's if they're even the focus of the story at all and aren't just shoved to the side by the main mlm couple. mlw pairings can be culpable of both these things, with the added risk that you find out the author made a twitter post with the characters in front of the 'super straight' flag.

Though i also wonder if me being aspec plays any part as again; im not as interested in the romantic aspects as i am in the possible hurdles they may face throughout the potential relationship.

Anyone else feel like this?

[roseharpermaxwell]

Master List of Recommendations

I rec what I read and read what I love! I don’t have any real triggers, so mind all the tags.

I will add links to additional lists as I post them: mostly FirstPrince and HP Ships: Dramione, Drarry, and rare pairs like NottPott, Scorbus, Panville, ParkWeasel, Harry/Teddy, etc.

Knowing you loved a story I suggested thrills me. Let's yell about it together! You can find me in the Room of Requirement and Rolled Sleeve Agenda discords. I'm sure the authors would appreciate hearing your thoughts as well, so give them some love if you're up to it. 💚

Lists below:

What you'll find in my recs:

Almost exclusively Ao3 works. I’m a big fan.

A LOT of shorter works. I love one shots. Works will be complete (unless I make a WIP-specific list).

Coworkers, pining, roommates, fake dating, friends to lovers, humor, cross-gen, only one mf'ing bed. I love an AU!

What you won't find much of:

In HP: Snape, Lucius, Death Eaters. Or Marauders (some cross-gen exceptions)

In HP: Sixth year/earlier, war, unredeemed Draco. Notable exceptions!

In general: memory loss, time loop, time travel. Notable exceptions!

Sapphic pairings. LGBTQ+ representation is dear to my heart, especially in light of jkr's obsessive transphobia. However, my escapism into fanfic has been mostly m/f and m/m, so I don't have many wlw recs to offer.

I want to stress that this is by no means intended to be an exhaustive collection of recs! There's so much I haven't read. I just want to share what I've loved. 🥰 Please message me if you find broken links or know an author/artist tag I missed. 💚

FirstPrince (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Master List of FirstPrince Recs

Drarry

My summer 2023 Drarry reads + a bonus RWRB

Watersports 😏 (mostly Drarry)

Bite-Size (Under 10k) - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Dramione

Smut - favorites by kink

Caught in the Act - the caught-masturbating collection

Eighth Year - Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Bite-Size (Under 5k) - Part One, Part Two

Rare Pair Specific

NottPott Recs

Panville Recs

ParkWeasel Recs

2020 Rare Pair Recs

2021 Rare Pair Recs

2022 Rare Pair Recs

Mixed Lists (Drarry, Dramione, Rare Pairs):

Age Gap + Power Imbalance (Teacher/Student, Boss/Employee)

Fics that give me warm fuzzies, Fics that I couldn't stop reading, Fics that I'd want on a shelf

Fics that I've re-read multiple times, Fics I wish I could read again for the first time

[i-did-not-mean-to]

School AU

As a celebration, I've tried to write an AU (yes, yes, I do not know how to, but I've TRIED)

This is the (not re-read, rough draft, complete rambling) first chapter. What do you think? Should I go and get myself buried alive?

The second chapter would be from Bilbo's POV. He shares the spotlight with the OC.

Please, be kind and remember, I'm an RPF longfic purple prose writer, I have never tried anything of the kind before...

Here's to new adventures 🍻

School AU

Rating: Gen

Characters: everyone, but ages are all scrambled

Warnings: I don't know what I'm doing...

Oh, it could have been worse, much worse, she told herself when she walked up the narrow steps leading to the main entrance where the headmaster was already waiting for her.

“Miss Kira. Welcome, welcome.” He greeted her with a thin-lipped smile while his long, white hair was blowing elegantly in the wind. There was something she didn’t quite like about the way he eyed her as if he was gauging how strong she was.

“Here’s the teachers’ lounge, I’ll leave you to the headteacher.” He said after leading her down a series of hallways and corridors past closed doors and dirty windows.

She straightened her back and rolled her shoulders; she could do this.

“Gandalf? Here’s the new teacher.” The headmaster called into the room without ever stepping foot over the threshold and, before she could protest, he had billowed away like a sheet in the wind. Great! Just wonderful.

A doter walked towards her now, his eyes just as apprehensive as the headmaster’s had been.

“Miss Kira, right? Well, you’re right on time to meet your class.” He spoke with a voice that sought to be mellow and calming but had the exact opposite effect on her.

“You get the DD?” Another man stepped up to her, the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life, if she was honest. His piercing eyes reminded her of the glaciers of the Far North she had visited with her parents and his pale skin whispered of cherry blossoms and milk.

“The what?” She asked, more breathless than she would have liked to be.

“Don’t listen to Thranduil.” Gandalf muttered, shoving the other man rather harshly aside.

“They’re either dumb or difficult…or both.” Thranduil laughed, but his voice was devoid of real malice. “They’re good lads.” Gandalf contradicted, a quivering doubt in the pitch of his voice.

Kira braced herself; she had arrived in this forgotten, sleepy town only a week ago and since then, she had seen a good many men with long hair and stout, roundish women standing around and gossiping in the street.

A girl had to eat though and hence, she had offered her services as a teacher to the local high school, where she had been welcomed with a bit too much eagerness for her taste.

“Their previous teacher, Smaug, has up and left. Someone dented his beautiful sportscar. We’re all pretty certain it was one of the Durin’s clan.” Thranduil went on, walking alongside her down the corridor despite Gandalf’s efforts to shoo him away like a troublesome bird.

“They have…what? Who?” Kira was at a loss for words. Would she have to deal with juvenile delinquents?

“THEY ARE GOOD LADS!” Gandalf repeated, his voice booming as if he wanted to convince himself more than her.

Another thing Kira had discovered was that, seemingly, nobody went by their family name here and that’s how she was to be addressed as “Miss Kira” by everyone. It was fine by her, but it made her feel like a pre-school teacher.

Gripping her literature book a little tighter, she hastened after the two tall men who, obviously, knew exactly where they were headed while she was struggling to memorise the twists and turns that would take her back to safety should her class turn out to be a bunch of axe murderers.

“So…do you teach them?” She asked Mister Thranduil who cocked one eyebrow.

“Oh no, my son is in that class…My son…well, you’ll see.”

If anybody was trying to set her mind at rest, they were miserably failing, Kira thought.

“Ah, here we are. Here’s your classroom and…here’s your roster.” Gandalf handed her a crumpled sheet and nodded towards a door.

In the doorway, a boy much too old for the grade he was supposed to be in stood leaning against the open door with the grimmest face Kira had ever seen. Leaning against him, a beautiful young girl stood, whispering into his ear.

“This is your new teacher.” Gandalf announced and jerked his chin towards the classroom, which made him look like a chicken and did absolutely nothing to dislodge the sturdy fellow from his vantage point.

“They are very good lads!” Gandalf promised her.

“Dís, class is about to start. Off with you.” Thranduil shooed the girl away and she moved away with a graceful spin and a broad smile. “Good luck, Miss Kira, I’m just down the hall. If you need anything, scream!” He said to Kira, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was not entirely joking.

Kira edged around the youth, still planted like a tree in the doorway and moved towards the scratched and battered desk without looking up.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her eyes and beheld utter chaos.

“Hello class, I am Miss Kira.” She almost whispered, cleared her throat and repeated her words a little louder.

“Hello Miss Kira.” A redhead replied readily, nudging the boy next to her who repeated her words in a soft voice. From what that delightful man had said, Kira surmised that this one had to be his. He seemed tall and lanky, with hair so light it looked positively luminous and an insecure gleam in his blue eyes.

The sturdy doorboy had found his seat as well by now and was sitting, the wrong way around, next to a similarly grumpy boy who looked too old to be here as well.

“Flirting with my sister, yeah?” The second boy growled, his eyes gleaming like a blade.

“Huh?” Doorboy moved like a boulder, Kira thought, slow and heavy. She sincerely hoped his mind was more agile than his weighty gestures suggested.

Okay…Kira was taking a quick stock of that infamous class: there was the blonde boy and his neighbour, the polite redhead, a boy with braces and a haircut that looked like his mother had put a cooking pot on his head and cut around, the two huge, grumpy teens and a few others. All of them boys and none of them interested in their new teacher.

“Hey, are you eating back there?” She called out to a kid as rotund as she had ever seen, who seemed to be stuffing cakes into his mouth.

“Hmmmpf? No.” He mumbled in a spray of crumbs.

Jesus Christ, what had she gotten herself into?

“So, I am your new teacher and I thought we’d start with medieval literature. Fairies to be exact.” She declared, writing, quite stupidly in hindsight, “fairies” onto the much used and criminally scratched blackboard.

A general moan of disinterest and rebellion resounded behind her. She had not known that her class would be made up by boys, otherwise she would have chosen a less girly theme for her first class, but it couldn’t be helped now, could it?

“So…what do you know about fairies?” She asked into the round, praying that at least one of them was willing to work, even though her chances were abysmally slim.

“They must look something like that one over there.” The grumpy boy next to doorboy snarled and pointed at Mister Thranduil’s son. Oh lovely, they had rivalries and feuds.

Of course, what else was to be expected of teenage boys cooped up in a loser’s class?

“What is your name?” Kira asked him, trying to sound as severe as she could, seeing how she was shorter than him and probably a good deal lighter as well if his arms in the tight black shirt were any indication.

“Thorin.” – “Yeah, funny, what is your actual name?” She asked, but then she remembered that all of the other people she had met this far had been introduced by similarly ludicrous names. What had happened to the Johns and Peters of the world?

“Thorin.” He repeated in a disinterested, slightly haughty voice and Kira had to step onto her own foot not to make a face at him.

“You look rather like a fairy.” The boy with the braces and the bad haircut piped up.

Kira was short, this much was true, but she did not want to be equated to a tiny woman with wings; now, she was reticent to show them the picture slides she had prepared.

Aaaaaagh, 10 minutes in and she had already lost all semblance of authority, she thought, exasperated, when the others sniggered and laughed.

“I’m Tauriel, this slowpoke is Legolas. The asshole is actually named Thorin, the idiot next to him is Dwalin, teacher’s pet is Ori and the fatass is Bombur. Nori skipped class. Sometimes, we get two of the younger ones as well…” The redhead filled her in, and Kira tried to discreetly smoothen out the paper she had been given.

It was a handwritten list of the names she had just heard, no birthdates, no family names, nothing.

She was given a class nobody else wanted, Kira realised in a flash and sympathy bled into her annoyance; they were young, and it was unfair to them to be shoved aside and stamped as useless before they had even gotten out of school.

“So, no, I am not a fairy and no, they don’t look like your classmate.” She returned to her teaching, telling them funny and mischievous stories about the mayhem fairies caused in some of the old tales.

When a discreet knock resounded, she was surprised that the first half hour had passed rather quickly all of a sudden and that the class seemed interested enough.

“Sorry Kira, I’ve forgotten…We have a new student today.” Gandalf poked in his head and gave everyone a punitive stare. Apparently, he knew that they deserved it without even having to ask Kira how they had behaved this far.

He shoved a boy into the room and chirped: “This is Bilbo. Bye, see you after class.”

And just like the headmaster, he just vanished along the corridor.

“They’re all new students to me.” Kira grumbled and waved the new kid into the room.

“Hello Mistress Kira.” The boy bowed his head politely and gave her a warm smile. “Did I miss much?”

“I’ll fill you in.” Kira and the boy, Bilbo, jumped in unison when his grumpiness spoke.

“Oh, okay.” Bilbo muttered, a flush rushing into his pale cheeks. Pulling on one of the slightly long honey-blonde curls, he made his way towards Thorin’s bench from which the door-stopping monster of an adolescent was banished without much ado.

Bilbo looked much more like the kind of student she had expected, getting his overgrown feet tangled in the straps of his rucksack as he scooted in next to the intimidating stranger who had called out to him. The blush was still there, but it didn’t prevent a sweet smile blossoming on his kind face which, in turn, seemed to take his imperious highness of Frown-Ville quite aback, as demonstrated by the deepening of the frown and the twitching of his brows.

Kira had not had the impression that Thorin had been listening to her, so she was much surprised to see him shove over a page with scratchy writing.

Not only had he been paying attention, but he had taken notes and as far as she could make out from his whispered words to the new boy, his account of what had been talked about this far was succinct and intelligent.

“He’s one of the difficult ones.” She thought, for he was certainly not dumb.

“Well, why don’t you choose another mythological or fantastical creature from the syllabus and do a small presentation for next time?” She proposed when she realised that she would not get back their attention; too big was the interest in the new kid now.

“Sure, Mistress.” Ori was quick to assent and already, he was checking what books the local library would have to offer on the subject. He definitely was the teacher’s pet, so what was he doing here?

She would have to ask Gandalf how this class had come to be; the kids seemed very different and for most of them, she saw no reason to be in a special class.

While they settled on subjects, Kira observed the new boy. As soon as he had entered, Thorin’s demeanour had changed completely; he was now listening to Bilbo explain his idea with an expression that she recognised as insecurity much more than open rejection.

Bilbo himself seemed to be a friendly enough fellow, unlike her, he didn’t seem particularly intimidated by the black shirt or the perpetual scowl on the other boy’s face.

“It was not us, by the way.” Legolas murmured right beside Kira, and she flinched; the interest she had taken in this class was unseemly, but she felt sorry for them.

“What, dear?” She asked gently, looking down on a beautiful drawing of a wood sprite he had made as an illustration for their prospected presentation.

“Mister Smaug’s car. It wasn’t us. Nobody liked him, truly, but he hated us most. Father was livid.” Legolas scrunched up his face; he was evidently not sure why he had told her that.

Had she looked that afeared by a group of youngsters?

“Nobody likes us anyway, doesn’t matter.” Dwalin commented from the solitary bench he was sitting at with a shrug that seemed too careless to be entirely honest.

Thorin’s eyes snapped up and then to the boy sitting next to him. Fear darkened his eyes, a fear Kira knew only too well; he had let his guard drop with that new student and now, he was afraid that this would be ripped away from him.

“Miss Kira has not shouted yet. Not even when you laughed.” Ori nodded slowly at her.

“Why would I shout at you?” Kira was appalled at that suggestion of behaviour.

“Mister Smaug always shouted at us.” The boy replied miserably, his lower lip wedged between his teeth to hide his dismay.

“You have given me no reason to shout.” Kira replied softly. That was of course not true, but she was not in the habit of screaming at her pupils for it had no effect on them.

Bilbo stared up at her with soft eyes and a little smile, he was her ally in this situation; they had both joined this heap of misfits only today and it seemed like they were their chance at redemption.

“Thorin and I will do a presentation about dwarves.” He declared much to the slack-jawed surprise of the taller boy. He was a pretty kid, Kira thought, when a shy smile stretched his angular features into something that at least remotely reminded her of the face of a child.

Like many of the men in town, his hair was longer than she was used to seeing, cascading in dark ringlets down his back and swinging back and forth whenever he moved.

She was pretty sure that young Bilbo had noticed that as well, if his awestruck face was anything to go by. Short and soft, Bilbo looked…warm; from the lush green of his sweatshirt to the welcoming twinkle of his eyes, everything about him looked jovial and convivial.

“Mister Smaug hated us…” Ori repeated slowly.

“That Smaug-creature is gone.” Kira hissed, harsher than she had meant to be.

“Because he hated us.” Legolas offered.

“For whatever reason. He’s gone…” She replied, softer now, bending over the drawing and whispering that it was marvellous which made the boy blush with pleasure.

A knock resounded and Kira hastened to open the door, but before she even reached it, Thranduil stepped in, his face forbidding and cold.

“It was so quiet, I thought they might have murdered you.” He spoke and settled a hand on her upper arm protectively.

“What? Murdered me? A group of teenage boys?” Kira was aghast. “One never knows with those.” Thranduil waved a careless hand in Thorin’s direction. “Father!” Legolas interjected, but the withering look his father gave him made him relapse into embarrassed and chastised silence immediately.

“I am perfectly fine; they have behaved admirably.” Kira stepped between the colleague and her class, feeling fiercely protective of those kids who had used the word “hate” when talking about the attitude of a person who had been bound to protect and instruct them.

“I doubt that. I’ve come to say that their next teacher is…indisposed.”

“Well, then they can leave earlier, can’t they?” Kira asked; that was how things had been handled in her previous school. “No. Can you spare the time to supervise them?”

She did not ask why they were not allowed to just leave school grounds, suspecting that this was a conversation for another time, far away from the class itself.

She nodded slowly. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He gave her a sharp smile and the class a cold stare before turning on his heels and rushing out.

“Another one who hates us.” Tauriel murmured under her breath, and as much as Kira wanted to protest, she had not had the feeling that her colleague liked her class very much either.

“Please, do not destroy the classroom OR murder me.” She instructed the students when her officially allotted timeslot was over. “For the next hour, I am just here to supervise a group of people who, in my opinion, can very well supervise themselves.” She declared and, under the pretence of reading a book, she observed them.

Ori spent his hour browsing the internet and making neat notes into a little booklet, whereas Bombur was apparently still eating. Probably, he would forget his books more than once if his whole bag was full of snacks…priorities. Kira chuckled to herself.

What she would have given to see into these youngster’s minds, especially that mysterious gang leader Thorin and the ingénue who had just danced into their midst.

She could smell the trouble, an aroma of pheromones, healthy sweat and sweet cakes, and automatically, she squared her shoulders.

“I do not hate you.” She whispered in a quiet voice; she did not loathe them, actually, she started to like them rather well.

@mandolinearts @lordoftherazzles so there it is...my celebratory attempt at an AU

[rrickgrrimes8]

hi! i was thinking if you could write an imagine of reader being rick and lori's daughter and sister to carl, rj and judith. i don't have a specific idea in mind, but just her before and after the time jump, struggling with being there when lori and carl died, and looking for rick with daryl, her relationship with her siblings and michonne, maybe maggie and hershel too (i was thinking since carl was 10 when it all started, she was 7 so now she's 17) thank you so much, and btw i loved your imagines i've read so far 💞

Being a Grimes ~ Rick Grimes x Grimes!reader

thank you so much for requesting i really enjoyed making this one. i also have a series kinda like this about Jacey Grimes which i’m currently making a book two for.

warnings: alluding to sexual assault or rape, suicide, death, gore (lemme know if i’ve missed anything off here)

sorry if there is any mistakes please tell if there is and give me feedback i’d love to here back from yall

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It was strange for y/n. This world would be strange for anyone really. But she was different. At only a mere 7 years old when the world went to shit she struggled as did many others. With the recent loss of her father - one she didn't entirely understand - still protruding through her heart, it was hard - so hard. 

When it happened she was at daycare. The teaching assistant tried and successfully ate the teacher in front of her. She was next and was so close to being eaten until Shane rushed in. He kicked Ms Twune and grabbed y/n. Her mom sobbed at the sight of her, covered in blood and the tears smothering her daughters face. Carl was shocked too. He wanted nothing more than to protect his little sister. His dad always used to tell him that that was his duty - his job. And he hated how he had failed in this moment. 

They made it to the quarry soon after. Y/n thought the group was nice - well mostly. The Dixon brothers scared her was what she told her brother or any of the children she had befriended. But she was lying. Yes, she was scared but only of Merle. He was creepy and mean to anyone he saw. Daryl was somewhat the same but he always found himself being nicer to the young child. And often kept her company when Lori and Shane went for a ‘walk’ in the woods. Glenn was another she found herself drawn to. He unlike Daryl happily invited her company. Glenn was sweet and funny. He never failed at making her laugh till she felt like she was going to pee. They were good friends which came to a fault when he had to go on runs. She’d scream and cry and refuse to let go of him because she was afraid that what happened to her father would happen to him. 

That’s what happened earlier that morning. Glenn and a few others were going into Atlanta, despite her dismay. Glenn assured her he’d be fine, which she didn't believe and continued her tantrum. 

“Can yer’ shut that damn baby up?” Merle spat covering his ears. 

Shane shot him a threatening glare while Glenn stayed preoccupied with the distraught girl. “Hey, it's okay. I’m coming back,” He insisted holding her tightly at his hip, “I promise you, sweet girl.” 

“No, b-b-but dada promise too a-a-and h-he,” She stopped herself, sobs erupting from her small body. 

“I know sweet girl, I know. But I’ll be back I know I will.” Glenn placed her on the back of the RV, “I tell you what I’ll bring you back some of your favourite sweeties, huh? Would you like that?” 

Giddily she nodded at his proposition, “Yes! Yes!” 

“Alright, then I’ll bring back some for you, okay?” She nodded smiling cheerfully, “I love you, kid.” 

“I luv you too, dumbass,” y/n giggled. 

Glenn looked around cautiously hoping no one heard that “Hey sweet girl you can't say that.” 

“W-what? Why?” the child began to cry again, “Y-y-you say it.” 

“I know b-but its adult words okay? Not y/n words. When you're older, alright?” She nodded her head again kissing his cheeks softly and hugging him. “Thank you, sweet girl. I’ll see you soon,” He kissed the top of her head and started towards the car smiling as she shouted, “With sweeties!”

The group returned hours later bearing a new man instead of Merle. Y/n waited patiently for Glenn and the aforementioned sweets. "Gen!" She screamed happily still unable to say his name fully. The man sprinted over to her, pulling her into a much-needed cuddle after the day he had. 

"It's Glenn, sweetheart," He chuckled while correcting. 

"Oh sorry Gen," She wrapped her dainty arms around his neck. 

"That's okay, sweet girl. I missed you." 

"I missed you too," She whispered before letting out a longwinded 'ew', "You stinky, Gen." 

The man smelt his shirt and nodded as the potent smell of walkers reached his nose. "I know yucky right?" 

"Yucky!" Y/n buried her face in Glenn's shirt ignoring the stench and just enjoying his company. She always became clingy like this after coming home from a run. He loved it. On runs, if he ever encountered a life-threatening situation - like the one today - he always finds himself realising how much she means to him. Glenn saw her as a little sister - one almost replacing the ones that were cruely ripped from him when this began. 

"How was it?" She inquired. 

"Not fun, sweet girl. But I got your sweeties and a nice man helped us out. Saved us," She beamed. 

"I like the good man. I'll give him two kisses when I see him. Maybe even one of my sweeties," Glenn chuckled. 

"Why two kisses, y/n?" 

"One for saving you. Two for bringing you hom," Glenn grinned contently and kissed her forehead. 

"Its home bubs with an e on the end." 

"Oh," She mumbled burying herself again. 

"Oh my God," Someone muttered as they exited the van. 

"Dad! Dad!" Carl screamed causing Glenn to snap his head in their direction. Carl came running towards the man, Rick, who had saved them in Atlanta. Y/n hadn't moved yet as she feared it was only a dream. That her dada wasn't really here. 

"Sweet girl," He pulled her out of his neck, "Look it's your dad." The child gazed over to where her brother had run to. Sure enough, it was her dad. He held Carl as he cried, looking to Y/n wanting to hold her too. 

"Dada!" She screamed jumping out of Glenn's arms dangerously. The girl scraped her knee on the way down but continued throwing herself into the hug. 

"Oh, Carl! Y/n!" She kissed all over his face childishly, "I luv you, dada." 

"I love you too, baby girl."

~

The years hadn't been kind to Y/n. She lost so much. Too much in fact that it had driven her to the depts of insanity and made her do things to herself, to others that she more than resented. The first loss was her mothers. She wasn't there like Carl was but the grief burned through her still. Y/n was too young to understand it really. Just how she was when Rick supposedly died. Y/n couldn't understand where her mom had gone she just knew she had a little sister now. One she swore to protect. 

She thought she had failed that when the prison fell. The young child was on her own. Injured and lost. She wandered through the woods for days until she stumbled across a group. The group were mean and despite her resistance wouldn't let her go. They hurt her in ways she didn't and wouldn't speak of it even now. But that all changed when Daryl showed up. He protected her - stopped them from hurting her. And eventually led her back to her family. Where for the first time she began to fear her father. 

Terminus was next. The people there snatched her from her family. She was forced to watch from afar as they were guided into the crate. Rick fought against them, Carl too but it was to no use. They had sectioned her off in a playroom. Every once in a while an older woman came in to fed and played with her. She hated it. Being in this world for more than a year now she knew that people like them didn't just want to play even if she did. She learnt that from the Claimers. 

Carol found her. Although having never have been all that close to the older woman - the only relation being the closeness between y/n and Sophia - seeing her after so long made her cry out of joy. Carol was happy too as she rushed out of that place to take her to safety. The pair ended up in the woods. Carol had stopped a moment ago to clean the dirt from her face, "lemme help." 

The girl sat up from where she was put down and cupped some water splashing it on Carol's face. Carol flinched as the water hit her, "Uh thank you." 

"Welcome," She looked away getting distracted by the nearing sound of footsteps. 

"Get behind me, y/n," Carol ordered to which she shook her head. 

"No it dada," She ran away from the woman and towards the group. 

"Y/n come back here!" Y/n continued ignoring Carols pleas and crashed herself into the back of Rick's legs. 

The father shot around and began to cry as he saw the child he thought he lost at his feet. "Oh, baby!" He collected the girl in his arms. Carl rushed to them too happy to see her alive after Gareth claimed he killed her. "Oh y/n, never leave me again, okay?" He looked directly into her matching blue eyes, "Promise me." 

"I promise, dada." 

Later Carol led them to Judith. Y/n was over the moon and refused to let her out of her sight, which was exactly what Rick was doing too. They found the church a while after. There they had some semblance of peace. She was glad to have Glenn back - Maggie too. Along with the new people although Eugene was a bit weird. 

At the church was also when the questions started. Daryl had told Rick about the group they were with and regretfully had to inform the father how she was there before him. Rick asked y/n - begged her - to tell her what happened. But she refused. She couldn't say what happened. What they did, which just made Rick fear more. Eventually, she spoke a little about it. She was vague and could barely string two words together without crying. He hated it. He hated how this was a reality for his daughter. He saw the bruises they left. And he couldn't understand how someone could touch his child. Or how he could be so powerless to stop it. 

Bob died. She didn't really know the man but it still upset her. Beth too. Although she was a lot closer to her. Beth was one of her only friends and was someone who would look after her when her father couldn't. They bonded and now she was gone. 

After Beth's demise, they spent lots of time on the road. They suffered, almost died countless times but they prevailed. They got stronger - she got stronger. And they eventually found Alexandria. There everything was good again like how it was at the prison or even before this hell. She liked it there and didn't understand why the others were so sceptical. 

Though that didn't last for long. Y/n began to hate the place when Carl got shot. Alexandria almost stole her brother from her. So she despised it. She refused to leave her brother's side as he adjusted to his injury. Yes, he found it annoying how she wouldn't leave him be and he often snapped at her. But she was there when he needed her. Despite the age difference and the many years of memories they had lost to this fight, she understood his pain. When he saw himself as ugly, a monster even, she made him think otherwise. She kept him afloat, which he was eternally thankful for. 

Glenn was next. 

She didn't believe it even after she was forced to see it with her own two eyes. She was next to Glenn in the lineup. She had to watch up close. Y/n had to be mocked by that man. She had to stay the whole night with her best friends brains on her face. After that night she blamed herself. She told herself that if Negan was just one person off she would be dead and he would live. He would get to see his child born and grow old with Maggie like they had spoken about. She wholeheartedly believed he deserved to live over her. 

The war with Negan shook her to the core. At the time his face filled her nightmares. He just looked so normal. He looked nice even. Yet he hurt and he hurt and he hurt. 

He killed her Glenn. And then Carl. It wasn't Negans fault although she did blame him. Carl had gotten bit. Y/n held his hand as he died in that tunnel as the home they had built above them fell. She got a letter too - even though she would rather have preferred to have her brother back. In the letter, Carl told her how proud he was of her - how thankful he was to have her as a sister. He told her to protect Judith, their dad and Michonne, who she had recently begun to call momma. 

After Carl's death, y/n shut herself from the world well everyone except her father. For days she would cry until she couldn't anymore. She would scream and scream until her voice was gone. She just didn't understand why it had to be Carl? Why mom? Why Glenn? Why Beth? Why was it never her? The following weeks she found herself wishing it would be her next. She could never bring herself to say it out loud but with any battle, any fight, anything, she wished it would be her. 

So when she lost her father her whole world fell apart. He was her consistent so why did he leave her? She was at the bridge that day. Daryl held her crying frame as Rick set off that final shot blowing him and the walkers off the bridge. Y/n Grimes' father was dead. 

She stayed in Alexandria for a while afterwards. For the sole reason to protect her siblings. Yes, siblings - plural. Somehow through all the bad some good came from it. She just wished her father and Carl could've seen it. RJ Grimes came into this world 9 months later. And he was perfect. For months she would assist in taking care of him as Michonne wasn't doing the greatest without the love of her life. Truth be told neither was y/n she was just better at hiding it. 

Until one night it all became too much. Y/n didn't know how it happened but she found herself balancing on the edge of her window. She wanted to jump - to end it. But she just couldn't will herself to do it. And when Daryl showed up she knew she couldn't. "Hey step away from ta window, alrigh'," The man ordered as he saw her shaking frame rocking back and forth. 

"I-i can't," She sobbed. 

"Ye' ya can. Jus' step back I'll catch ya," Daryl moved closer but paused when she shouted to stop. 

"I can't, Daryl. They're all gone. They're all dead," The tears clouded her eyes. She shut them tightly picturing her families faces wanting so badly to join them. 

"Please jus' step back, y/n. Yer' not alone. I'm here," He croaked the tears floating down his cheeks, "Don't jump." 

"I love you, Daryl." 

"I love ya too, okay? So step away from the window," He watched as she turned her head slightly catching his eyes. 

"I love you but I can't. Tell mom, RJ and Judy I love them as well." 

Suddenly she went to fall forward but Daryl reacted quicker. He gripped her waist pulling her into the room unwilling to release his grasp. "Yer' not leaving me," He told her as she cried into his shoulder, "Yer' cant leave me." Overhearing the chaos, Michonne entered her daughter's room to see the window wide open and the two of them crying. Daryl looked at her. The look telling her all she needed to know. Michonne began to cry herself and joined them on the ground. 

"Y/n?" A small voice called from the door frame. 

"Judith go back to bed, okay?" Michonne told her but Judith continued towards her sister. The girl said nothing as she wiped her sister's tears and held her hand.

It was 5 years later now. After her attempt, she left Alexandria with Daryl in search of her father. She didn't believe he was alive despite everything inside her wanting to. But Daryl did and after what happened they became a lot closer. He was happy she joined him. Even though the act of being out there was gruelling at times he was glad he could look after her. And if something would've happened to her while he was gone he could never have forgiven himself. Understandably Michonne was angry that y/n decided to leave. Y/n was her daughter and Michone her mother. They needed each other but she was willing to let Y/n leave to figure that out. It brought her peace looking for her father. 

The silence was her favourite and as Daryl wasn't much of a talker she got lots of it. They got a dog too, which Daryl cleverly named Dog. Everything was a messed up version of okay but it was still good. Being out there made her find her purpose. She went home a lot more than Daryl did, which pleased her siblings and mother. It was always for a few days never longer as she feared she'd stay forever and she couldn't. As much as Alexandria is good it also drives y/n to a dark place. One she was in that night. She lost so much there. And staring at those four walls drove her insane. It didn't help how Negan was imprisoned there. Just thinking how close he was made her skin crawl. She knew how Rick visited him when he was alive that he believed Carl was right about the killing. That it had to stop. Y/n knew he was right too but she could never bring herself to one admit or two face Negan. 

It felt like a story she read as a child when the Whisperers showed up. Like Negan, they scared her. So when she was told about his escape she only assumed the worst. The Whisperers took so many from them. Like Enid for example. Her story was cut short because of them. The two never really spoke but she understood how she and Carl felt for each other at a time. So ultimately it felt like she lost her final piece of Carl when she died. Y/n wished she had spoken to her when she could've. She wished she could've heard the untold stories they shared. She needed to know about Carl's final years with her. But now she's gone too along with those memories. 

The war with the Whisperers took everything from them. The Kingdom. Hilltop. Alexandria. Along with the lives they lost in the process. With the group separated she found herself protecting Judy and RJ. Michonne had gone. Where she had gone to, y/n had no idea. For a messed up reason, she began to prepare herself for her mother's death before it was even announced. That was until she got the call. She was okay and... apparently so was Rick. 

Disbelief was what hit her first. She couldn't hear his voice nor see his face so how could she know it was true. Michonne didn't know either she couldn't if he was really there, still alive. That night of the call she left. Without hesitation, she kissed RJ and Judith's heads, told them she loved them and told them to tell everyone else that and left. She left in the direction Michonne had told her. 

She left to find her father. And she knew she wouldn't return until she did. "I'm coming, dad."

[epicspheal]

Heyo! I hope life's been treating you well! I recently threw myself off the deep end and tried to figure out the swsh timeline. A daunting task, I know. And by timeline I mean purely like. From Opal to Leon and everything that happened in-between. I've got a decent start in finding out the exact years that Mustard's reign as champion was ( 1970-1988), as well as some little details about Opal( like how she was born in 1932 and was 38 when she battled Mustard before he became champion). All of this is under the idea that swsh takes place in 2020 by the way. However, as I tried to visually map out how this timeline would go and I noticed two things.

1. This timeline is going to be heavily based on headcanoned ages if I want to have an exact date to when certain events happen. In general, some things are so vague that I might just have to put certain events, like everything with Kabu, at where they would better fit ( maybe somewhere in the 90's???)

2. With Mustard and Peony both stepping down, I realize that Peony couldn't have come after Mustard immediately. In 1988? With a kid Nia? Yeah, he would still be pretty young then. Same goes for Peony and Leon. Someone had to be in-between the two, since Peony stepped down as well. Also 3 champions in the span of 50 years. Not impossible, but still odd.

Basically I realized you were ahead of the game Spheal! My mind went to Jack when thinking about this, and now my brain is buzzing with ideas ( mainly involving one of Piers' parents, but that needs more thought). I just thought I'd share this experience before I go do another noise dive into Bulbapedia for any scraps of lore I may have missed.

And as always, have a good day/night!

Hey there ihopethisendswell! I'm doing well just swimming in an endless amount of cardiology/nephrology information. Ah yes the SwSh timeline (and honestly really any of the Pokemon timelines once you get to Gen 5) is more than a little aggravating. Props to you for tackling it for your verse! To your point about the headcanoned ages (and I too have struggled with that massively in cactusverse) this is where I really wished at the very least Pokemon would give out actual birthdays or just ages of the characters. I know many people enjoy the freedom a lack of canon ages/birthdays give them when coming up with stories but for me it's just really annoying. So often I have to just make vague statements. Like you for me Kabu is the epitome of vague in cactuverse. He's been there for about 2 decades for me.

I do believe Mustard was actually defeated rather than stepping down thanks to the loss of his partner he started losing his battle prowess, based on what's said on Bulbapedia. But yeah, Peony and Mustard's reigns are farther apart which makes sense given their ages. Mustard is over 50 and Peony (and Rose) are most likely late 30s/early 40s. That and Rose is more or less implied to have been chairman for not much longer than Leon had been champion and while we don't even have an actual estimate of Leon's reign (at least 10 years is the minimum but no more than 18). Mustard lost his title 32 years prior so there's up a 22 year gap where Peony could fall into. And yeah with Peony bouncing as soon as Rose stepped up there most likely had to be someone in between that Leon would've defeated. I mean it's certainly possible that the year Leon became champion there was no seated champ and thus the title was entirely up for grabs but more than likely i think he would've defeated a seated champion. To your point about potentially only having 3 champions in 50 years it's certainly possible but again odd and given what we know of the timeline likely unrealistic. This actually brings up something that's been hinted a lot by the champions in Pokemon Masters, that the title often switches hands frequently. Which makes sense when you look at Pokemon battling as a competitive sport like our Tennis, Football, Track and Field, etc. Who the number one player or team often changes from year to year. Even the greats like Serena Williams or Michael Jordan weren't always on top every year they were active. So the same would apply to Pokemon battling and champions. Who is on top can change frequently and when I think about the Hall of Fame room in Pokemon Origins which had a pretty big number of photos lining the wall, it's pretty safe to say that there are a lot more former champions in the Pokemon world than we think. They'll always be champions but the title of "reigning champion" is fleeting.

And with Galar being so competitive, I can definitely see it being the case that many champions don't last that long before being dethroned with some of them perhaps losing their title the year after they obtain it. That's why champions like Mustard and Leon end up being considered some of the greats in Galar because of how long they end up reigning (or in Leon's case the fact that he didn't incur any losses during his reign). But yeah Jack (as well as Calla and Cami) were all created champions on the basis of the idea that the title of reigning champion is fleeting and in Jack's case the need to fill in the question of "who was the champion Leon beat to take the title?" I'm excited to hear more about what you did for your verse! And you have a great day/night as well!

[worldbetweenworldszine]

Q&A #2

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[sofreddie]

This Is How We Heal (Part 12)

Summary: Jared and Reader meet due to an unfortunate accident. They talk and end up leaning on one another because they feel no one else understands.

Characters: Reader, Dani, OCs

Warnings: Minor Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,113

A/N: I sat stagnant. My whole existence became about my depression and I couldn't escape. One day I realized I hadn't thought about the things that had caused my grief or pain in so long. That realization suddenly reignited my healing process. I finally felt I got to a place where I could write the ending of the story. I caught up to my characters in their healing process.

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

PART 11

"Alright, boys, we're headed out," Dani said as she looked between Jared and Jensen with a smile.

It was the weekend following her nightmare and conversation with Jared. Dani came by out of the blue, insisting that her and Y/N were taking a spa weekend. She had a feeling Jared was behind it somehow.

"Are you sure?" Y/N protested one again, which she had done from the moment Dani arrived and all through Dani's whirlwind packing of her things, "It's really not necessary. I can stay here-"

She was cut off by Dani slapping a hand over her mouth before turning to the guys, "See? Proof she needs this." Dani insisted again, the guys laughing and nodding as Dani drug Y/N from the house.

Jared had urged her to take the weekend and relax. She was long overdue for a rest. Even Liam told her she needed a break and he promised he'd be fine while she was gone.

He was maturing so well. He was sad over the loss of his father. But he handled it gracefully. Y/N admired his strength. He was the happiest she had ever seen him.

She was having moments of happiness too. Ones that surprised her, that broke through the storm clouds of her mind like bright, warm rays of sunlight.

Liam's happiness was a big part of that.

Jared was another huge part.

He helped her to feel less broken. He listened to her fears and concerns. He didn't disregard them or push them aside.

Other than the occasional chaste kiss shared between them in moments that seemed to demand the action, nothing had really changed between them.

Y/N was still scared, her nightmare still weighed heavily on her mind. But she couldn't figure out why she struggled to move past it. As they pulled up to the lavish building, Y/N hoped maybe she'd find the answer. Or at least feel a small bit of peace from whatever lay beyond those doors.

Later in the day, after having undergone several treatments together and chatting away, they found themselves lounging in robes, towels tied on their heads, and cucumber slices over their eyes. Though to be honest, half of them were being eaten.

"I want you to know, Y/N, that I really care about Liam, and you," Dani said after a while of quiet between them, "You two have come to be part of our little, awkward, bundled together family," she chuckled warmly.

Y/N wasn't sure what to say to that. She knew she cared, but she didn't know the extent of her heart for her and her son. Family? She was honored, but did she really fit in there?

"I'm grateful to have friends like you."

"Family, Y/N," Dani insisted, "We've adopted you and you're stuck. Try to run, I dare you, Jared's like a freakin' gazelle!" she chuckled, Y/N laughing with her. She wasn't a runner herself. But she was glad Jared had such a productive outlet.

Not to mention how great he looked all sweaty and panting. She tried hard to ignore that, but it stirred there anyway every time. She knew Jared wanted more with her. She'd be lying if she said she didn't either. But her grief and guilt held her back.

"Can I be totally honest with you for a minute?" Y/N asked timidly. She hadn't really talked with anyone about anything important, other than Jared. But she often felt maybe his opinion was skewed.

If there was one thing she'd learned about Dani was that she was no BS.

"Of course," Dani responded with a nod, tucking her legs under her as she shifted on her lounger to face Y/N, giving her her complete attention.

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes to steady herself. She explained the dream she had and how she felt after. She explained what happened with Jared, and then of course the kiss. Kissing, she supposed. It hadn't really stopped.

Dani listened to her every word, silently taking it all in. She nodded along and observed Y/N's body language as she spoke. The grief, the guilt, it was visible.

"I knew Gen for many years," Dani said with a smile after Y/N had finished venting, "She was amazing. Lively and down to earth and silly and smart and so beautiful," she said wistfully, forcing back the tears from missing her, "Someone everyone loved," she sniffed.

Then she turned serious, her gaze leveled on Y/N, "I think she would be so happy that Jared and the kids have you and Liam," she insisted. Y/N started shaking her head, but Dani put her hand on her forearm, silencing her, "They adore you. We adore you. I know you don't see it or understand it yet, but you really are our Angel."

Y/N felt the tears welling up. She knew she was gonna cry. Dani pouted too and they laughed as they hugged, soothing each other through the moment. Y/N was so very grateful to have someone like Dani in her life.

There was a time she wasn't very warm to her. When Dani had taken charge of her life and made her do things she didn't want. But in retrospect, Dani was fighting for her and forcing her to fight for herself and her son.

She'd be lost without her.

She was broken from her thoughts as she heard her name being called. She turned, looking for the source, and finding it quickly.

"Sara?" Y/N responded, a bit shocked to see the woman who had been an old neighbor and friend of her and Brian's many years before.

Brian.

She hadn't thought about him in - well, she wasn't sure how long. But she didn't feel bad about it like she thought she would. After a quick catch-up and heart-felt condolences, she was gone as quick as she appeared.

Dani turned to Y/N, ready to see a negative reaction to the situation. But Y/N was surprised at herself. Not only had she not thought about her guilt for a while, but it didn't hurt.

"Dani," Y/N spoke with a smile, "Thank you. For your help and support and what you said about Gen," she relaxed back into her lounger with a sigh, "I think I've been so deep in grief for so long that it's just become a part of me. But I think maybe I can start to let it go."

"See," Dani smirked, "Told you a spa day was necessary. Obviously this means more spa visits are in order," she chuckled, Y/N laughing right along with her.

Maybe she was right. With the way she was feeling, it had to count as therapy, right?

PART 13

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

[rueitae]

Hi, I'm the same person who asked about angst. XD I guess the kind of fics I enjoy the most are ones that have "kidnapping/rescue" angst. There are already hundreds of these with Lance, but I'm looking for more of these kinds of fics that feature Pidge as the one in distress. Maybe I've already read all of them, I dunno, but I was hoping maybe you could give me something new to be invested in. Thank you for responding and helping me out.

Sorry for the late response. Your question inspired me to dig deep into Ao3 to see if I could find even more of these than what I’d already bookmarked. I’m still only halfway through the Pidge tag (excluding as many irrelevant ships as I could) so this is by no means complete, but I hope you’ll find something you might not have read yet!

This is a list of fics in which Pidge is in peril. I’ve sorted them by romantic and platonic as well as a few that you’ll have to be mindful of the tags for at the very end. To narrow the focus a bit, I tried to make sure Pidge was the main or one of the main POV. This isn’t an all encompassing list. I’m sure there are some I’m missing. (If i’m missing one of your favs please tell me because I want to read it, I also just might have had a brain fart about it because I’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long)

With any rec list, I encourage you to leave a thoughtful comment for the writers if you enjoyed it! I know from experience they would be over the moon about it, and it encourages the creative process for all of us. If I know their tumblr, I’ve provided that as well! (i’m so sorry if I missed someone)

Full list under the cut.

Gen Fic (no romantic ships)

The Times They Remembered Pidge Was A Girl: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10876368

Most of the chapters are separate stories, but one of the first ones includes some captured Pidge.

Each a Perfect Porcelain Doll: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12114117

The entire premise is Pidge needing to pretend to be Allura for a night. Needless to say, the kidnappers get the wrong person.

The Smallest of These: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11476389/chapters/25734882

Pidge is the target of a number of assassinations and kidnappings, of which her Paladin family takes the hit for her. It culminates in BAMF Pidge doing the saving in return. Really cool storytelling stuff with the POV.

Triumph or Death: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12123813

A Haxus survives the fall fic, and the repercussions.

Loss of Green: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14162199/chapters/32643132

A what if Lance didn’t wake from the coma to shoot Sendak.

The Cost of Winning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13975314

Pidge and Lance must protect each other in the Galra arena. This and the next three (and another towards the end) are courtesy of @icypantherwrites

Inches from Death: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16789768

Both are captured, Lance is dying.

Once More Time, With Feeling: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15625668/chapters/37457147

Alone, captured, shock collar.

Rubbed Raw: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15625668/chapters/38547500

Pidge reflects on her capture and rescue. Muzzle

Strength of the Small: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9102247

They all get captured but its Pidge centric and she has to earn their freedom.

Take Me Away: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14018982/chapters/32285463

Pidge bonds with Green while in captivity.

Deep Dark Sea: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17780633

Pidge torture plus rescue. Waterboarding, canon verse. This and the next are thanks to @bearly-writing

Reach for the Sky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18760165

Standing cuffs, canon verse.

Hold a Grudge: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19788481

Pidge faces the bounty hunter after her brother with the other watching helplessly.

Caged: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18866572

Trapped in a room, psychological

Waiting: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18499240

Feet smashed

Leave them all alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16972431

Sendak revenge, team watches. Begging, amputation

Kidnapped: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17072084

Tied to a chair

You belong to me now: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17083700

Haggar tortures Pidge

Shopping for Disaster: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13164879

Pidge and Allura teamup! A shopping trip turns into a mission fic. First of many from @sp4c3-0ddity (including the first several in the plance section)

Loose Thread: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18923749

Can only move eyes, fantasy AU

Romantic Plance

Say the word, i’m yours: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18910828

Fantasy au, Pidge and Lance are on opposite sides of a conflict. Childhood friends trope too.

Another vampire romance: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18324023

Pidge is surrounded by vampires. One of them is Lance

The mercenary and the witch: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18263786

Fantasy au, Lance is undercover with Sendak’s mercenaries when Pidge is captured. 

Burial rites: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18080018

Assassin au, Pidge is caught. 

Seize your happy ending: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17575022

Reads like a fairy tale. Lance seeks to free Pidge after befriending her as children as he learns about her situation. 

Dueling Hearts: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16760344

Canon verse. Pidge catches the attention of a local ruler in talks to join the Coalition. 

Tidal Lockdown: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14801036

Canon verse mission fic gone wrong. 

Fakeout: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13558341

Canon verse. A diplomacy mission goes south quick when Lance and Pidge overhear something they shouldn’t. (and its a good thing they do)

Connections: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15686142

An Altean Pidge AU! Begins with her being captured and eventual meet up with the team. By @canadiantardis

The Fall: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16114103

A star wars AU! Jedi Knights Pidge and Lance are expected when they infiltrate Lotor’s ship…

All i love so dearly: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15715107

Pidge turns up suddenly after being missing for two weeks and she has no memory of what happened to her. She finds out she’s pregnant. First fic of the series is putting together the pieces of what happened and the second is some additional emotional healing. By @deadlydeviant

Defenders of Aurita: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15169268

Monsters and Mana. Dragons. Lots of whump. Plenty of scenes of duress. by @anchoredtetherart

The Cat and His Rat: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19871425

Monsters and Mana verse! Meklavar finds herself in a very bad spot right off the bat. By @starsonthursday

Where Sapphire Roses Grow: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19701508

You’ll want to keep an eye on this one since it’s a Beauty and the Beast AU.

The Boy Who waited: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19948924

A Doctor Who AU in which Pidge and Lance have Amy and Rory’s roles. By @cgf-kat

Harvest in Fire: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17806424

Whipping, s7 ish. 

Worth It: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15808878

An extension of the ‘Don’t you touch her’ scene.

Colors: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17966018

Everyone is in trouble, Pidge centric. Everyone has different powers/abilities that the government is trying to keep in check. The group is on the run to stay free. By @mistyhollowpro

Stronger with you: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17588981

mafia/assassin au. Directly after Lance saves Pidge, deals with tending her wounds and also trying to mend their emotional bond after being apart for a while. By @alwaysinsonder

Other Ships

The Boxer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12309138

Lance only makes a cameo appearance (Hunk gets to be the main Paladin support friend) and the pairing itself is different shades of Lotor/Pidge. Starts with Pidge’s capture and there’s some great mind games going on. Enemies to reluctant partners to maybe friends to something that they don’t really define. Some great BAMF Pidge action and excellent story. Kind of related is their Space Mall shenanigans story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12308814

feels like one of those classic cartoon chases and is also an excellent read, as are the other two one shots.

Mind the Tags

Kairos: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17914550/chapters/42296588

Pidge has been missing for six years when the Paladins find her again… with a kid. Mind the tags for the implications.

Trapped: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20219836

Momentarily caught during a mission, healing after. Mind tags. 

Remorse is a Dish Best Served Never: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14484018

The most recent one I’ve read! Mind the tags for this one and read the chapter one summary for additional information. Warnings are always given at the start of each chapter. Haxus and Sendak are successful and take Pidge, Lance, and Shiro to central command… where they spend the next three or so years. Every time you think its getting better for Pidge it gets ten times worse for her. 

Finding the Light: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1417435

Mind the tags. Post sexual assault recovery