#Im defective aren’t I?

[mars-paws]

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[alexa-fika]

Hey there! Could you please make headcanons of the straw hats with a reader who's a marine admiral who is upset at the corruption of his fellow marines, deserts the marine and immediately accept Luffy offer to join his crew"since your not a marine you should join my crew" "ok sure" I imagine Luffy being over the moon and the others freaking out

Please use either male or gender neutral pronouns

Bye Family, Hello Family (Luffy x brother!reader)

A/N: Here we go! Another Defected Marine joins the dark side (the best side). Am I the only one who feels conflicted about Garp? Idk like he seems paternal and caring but at the same time he let his son die? But at the same time it was his job? But at the same time he did die? But at the same time he warned him? But at the same time he is one of the few good marines XD

Dividers by @/Saradika

“Im tired of this Luffy,”

Both Luffy and his brother sat together at the top of a cliff, the Sunny anchored beneath them as Luffy’s crew explored and entertained themselves around the small island they had rendezvous at; Luffy glanced at the Marine next to him. He turns to look a him, his head tilted, confused at his brother’s words

“Grandpa was wrong; this isn't what he made it out to be, Luffy. I hate it; the Marines are a farse filled with corruption.”

Luffy looks away from Reader slightly while listening to his words

“The offer to join me still stands; Monkey D Reader and Monkey D Luffy on the same crew, Shishishi.”

Reader cracks a smile at his brother’s words

“I don’t know Luffy, what about Grandpa? I wanted to make him proud.”

“You would probably make him more proud by actually doing what you want.”

Reader shrugs

“I’m not sure, Luffy; somehow, it feels like im giving up, but I really can’t take how those assholes treat pirates and others who stand against them. They always say how pirates are nothing but scum, thieves, and murderers, but aren’t we marines the same? The only difference is that they do it for this so-called justice. Pirates can have hearts, and they are living beings just like the next person. You and Ace are some of the kindest people out there with just as kind crews; even Sabo and the revolutionaries are incredibly kind, fighting against how inhumane the government is.”

He listened to Reader speak as a smile spread across his face

“So…You’re thinking of taking me up on my offer then?” He asked, raising a brow, waiting for an answer

Reader huffs out a laugh

“Luffy, all you heard from that was ‘im considering your offer’?”

Luffy laughed as well and nodded

“I also heard that you think im pretty amazing, shishishi.”

“That is just not what I said, Luffy!”Reader exclaimed, swinging at his brothers just for the latter to easily avoid the punch directed at him

“Come on, you’ve always wanted to help people, give freedom to everyone, and that’s what I want too! I want to be the Pirate King because he is the freest of all! You aren’t giving up if you join me! You’ll still be able to achieve your dream!”

He bites his lip, thinking over his brother's words

Luffy stayed silent; his gaze never left your face as he watched you think the possibilities over. He had a soft smile on his face as he waited excitedly for his brother to join him on his adventures

“Is your crew okay with this?”

“Of course they are! They trust my decision-making completely and know how much I care about you. I made them all promise to be nice to you and treat you just like they would me.”

“Luffy! You said that as if you were sure I would say yes!”

“Well, aren't you?” He smirked with his usual bright smile

“Besides, I already told them before I asked you; they’d said you were more than welcome to join us.”

“You are something else, Monkey D Luffy.”

“Shishishi, of course I am. im the next Pirate king,” he exclaims confidently

“So...You joining? You can't leave me waiting for too long, you know; I've already made plans for you and everything.”

Reader smiles, sliding off his Marine jacket and folding it, placing it on the cliff next to them, and turning to face his brother

“Where to next Captain?”

They let out a surprised gasp as, rather than words, Luffy responds by wrapping his rubber hands around him and pulling him off the cliff with him

“H-Hey! Im already regretting this!” Reader screams

Luffy just laughs as he pulls his brother off the cliff

"It's too late now!! You can't back out now!! You accepted my deal, so now you have to stay with the crew! Shishishishi”

Feel like I made it a bit confusing in between Luffy’s and Reader’s dialogues, I feel like you can’t tell who’s who, what do yall think. Also I keep avoiding using you, and I don’t even know why?? Maybe because I alreadys tarted writing without you but I feel like it would make the stiry writing smoother

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[crow-aeris]

So i’ve been thinking (shocking, really) about the world building for my reverse robins wingfic.

ike, sure, it’s a little fic and ppl prolly won’t notice, but i just cant help but speculate.

in this au, everyone is born with wings unless afflicted with a certain illness, disease, or genetic defect that leaves you with no avian traits (which is the excuse the kents use).

but how would having wings influence the infrastructure? well, i’m glad you asked! cities are more compact because there isn’t really as big a need for transportation unless you’re an aves that’s just not built for long-distance travels like various passeriformes birds.

planes still exist, but they’re utilized by the avians who aren’t able to fly long distances. avians who have wings like albatrosses or terns or other soaring birds would probably require licenses to do their annual migrations and travels- same applies to regualr migritory species like ducks and geese- where the instinct remains despite not needing to migrate.

of course, with the constant migration through countries, i think there would be more mixing of races and ethnicities especially within the migratory bird communities, so there would probably be less overall hostilities.

now, there will still be discriminatory and hateful ideals, and some are shown in my fics. For example, Gotham’s elites are mostly made up of raptors and birds of prey like eagles, kites, kestrels, hawks, falcons, ospreys, owls, etc- birds who actively hunt down mammalian or lizards for prey (in the real world i mean), that is because of displays of powers. Scavengers like condors, vultures, buzzards, are regarded lower on the social ladder but not as low as perching birds and song birds simply because of their ability to have sustained flight.

like i mentioned briefly, songbirds and perching birds (passerines) are regarded lowly in general due to their “weak demeanor” and overall flashiness, which gives them the reputation of being only suitable to work in brothels and such regardless of gender (but especially dudes where the aves species exhibits sexual dimorphism, eg. cardinals, peacocks, golden pheasants, etc.)

there are definitely some exceptions, being corvids. some cultures have corvids as villans, whereas others may portray corvids as intelligent and charming.

now, we arrive to genetics. im still not 100% sure how i want the phenotype of an avian to be passed down. so far, it’s mainly just sons are the same aves as their fathers (like thomas wayne, bruce, and damian are all harpy eagles, but martha wayne was a kingfisher and talia is an imperial eagle), but im not sure abt daughters. genetics is messy, but i think i’ve managed to sertle on a 50/50 chance of being born either the same aves as their mother, or their paternal grandmother. like if damian had been born with xx instead of xy chromosomes, then he’d either have been an imperial eagle like talia, or a kingfisher like martha wayne. intersex people exist too, and i think their wings would be a blend between both their mother and father’s.

now for the the supers and the other metas:

as mentioned previously, the kents claim that their adopted son had a genetic disorder that basically prevented him from growing wings (or just left him in a state similar to humans before they were all “cursed” by a diety to have wings, or whatever. in the dcu, that probably woulnd’t even be too far fetched), so clark lacked a major social component to his childhood. without wings and a tail, others would have a harder time reading his emotions, seeing as these appendages are crucial in nonverbal communication between avians, and that gives clark a leg up in reading other people, but having them not understanding what he’s thinking.

now with jon and kon, they have two VERY different situations. for jon, since his paternal side is wings-free, i just gave him lois’s ave- western kingbird- instead of making him no-winged. kon, on the other hand was a test-tube baby, so it was a toss-up on whether he’d get lex luthor’s purple martin wings, or clark’s no-wings since they’re both guys. I think kon would’ve enjoyed wings, so i gave him the purple martin wings. Plus, they’re pretty much invulnerable, and their wings are no different.

diana and the other ppl from themyscira wouldn’t have wings since they aren’t human, and same applies to the other jl members who aren’t humans.

on a wholly separate note: the lazarus pits. here, not only does it give you white streaks in your hair, it’ll bleach out your feathers. so liek if a peacock was thrown into the pit, not only would they die and come back manic, their feathers would make them look like piebald, or have different markings or white ticking.

anyways, that’s the end of my long post, and i hope yall enjoyed listening to me speculate and talk about birds and my silly little guys!!

[voidandabyssal]

Undertale, Monster beauty standards:

Beauty standards are always an important thing to consider within a culture. They say a lot about a lot more things than people realise.

Beauty standards are a pretty common component of every culture. A good indication of basic gender norms and values within a culture. So what could the beauty standards be for a gender non-conforming society?

Monsters aren’t restrained to just two (technically three) biological sexes like humans are. Every single Monster is born with the ability to impregnate and carry a successful pregnancy. Some Monster subspecies don’t even need another partner to reproduce! Asexual reproduction is not uncommon or strange within the Underground.

Monster society also doesn’t share a single standard look. Most human groups, you can imagine in your mind a basic ‘type’ from that group. E.g. you can easily imagine what a general Chinese person looks like.

Monsters are far to diverse and unique from one another for that too be a useful tool.

So aside from some more cultural specific standards for the different subspecies (which I will talk about later) Monsters the vast majority of the time rely on SOULS to project their attractiveness.

SOULS: make up the combination of ones being. It is you, it’s everything you are, you hope to be and that you will be.

To Monsters, a bright SOUL. One that is expressive, strong and powerful is a beautiful one.

Many Monsters find human SOULS to have a sort of alien beauty within them. The rainbow of colours all within a humans identity to project. Despite the many differences between the two species, much poetry has been written about the strength and beauty of human SOULS.

Of course, since Monsters SOULS themselves are stark white many take to dressing their physical form. Adorning it with fashionable clothes, keepsakes or powerful enchantments.

Dressing fashionable is like a Monster way of saying, “hey! Im beautiful! My forms beautiful! Come here and look (or be intimidated) by my masterful fashion skills!!”

Taking personal care of themselves is another indicator of beauty. Washing and brushing fur, removing dirt from between bones, horn care. Hygiene remains a focal point in their culture. Luckily, despite Monster society’s many diversities, they were all still able to access proper hygiene tools.

To not take care of oneself indicates a much larger problem. Depression is an especially deadly illness for Monsters. Many of the first signs of which develop through symptoms like avoiding taking care of oneself and managing their appearance. If you see a Monster struggling with these, maybe reach out? They are usually more open to their feelings than humans are.

Scars and injuries are viewed somewhat strangely by Monsters. Unlike many humans, Monsters tend to find scars to be intimidating or dangerous. The scarred individual dangerous or intimidating. Some scars are tolerated, if small and otherwise un obstructive to a Monsters form. Vice versa with injuries.

Monsters that suffer horrific, permanent damage are often considered unattractive or dangerous to be around. This doesn’t help the mental anguish the Monster is likely already under. Monsters like this can often find themselves self isolating or being ostracised from Monster society.

A struggle for those too monstrous for Monsters and too Monster for humans.

Monsters that have obvious diseases or defects are also considered unattractive. Dimming, an uncommon birth defect, is commonly considered to be an ugly trait to have. Again, anything that could indicate that a Monster may not be healthy or happy is considered to be an ugly trait.

Overall, despite all things said. Many Monsters find the personality and behaviour of someone to be the most attractive part of a person. The way another human or Monster acts or treats others is a very important part of this physical attraction. This of course is going to look different from Monster to Monster. Each Monster having their ideal partner’s personality and behaviour in their mind.

It’s hard to standardise such a personal thing. But if you want to impress your Monster crush, maybe dress up a little, put that extra couple minutes into grooming yourself

(Or just flash them your soul. If you really want to get their attention😉)

[cxndiedvi0lets]

why are you such a fucking violet sweat lmfao you aren’t her

You know what, why are you such a fucking dipshit. Holy fucking crap, do you have anything better to fucking do with your life than go NANANANNANA VIOLET THIS, VIOLET THAT 😹

You are so fucking obsessed with Violet, holy fucking shit, looking for any account you can find and im sick of it 😹 you wanna fuck me so bad or something? Gross, keep it to yourself, Butterfingers.

You are such a fucking pussy for being in anonymous, how about you take your time shoving two fingers up your ass and find a new reason to get the fuck off too because it seems like you have a degrading kink getting off of Violet accounts and sending shit like this.

Do you feel so fulfilled about your meaningless life because mommy and daddy didn't give you enough attention, and you're total chickenshit to even reveal yourself? Well tuff shit the world doesn't revolve around you, you fucking twat.

Stop using alts and sending me total bullshit anons or eat shit and die, you fucking, twat. I bet your father left you because this is totally giving off fatherless behaviour, and I bet your mommy smoked pot while you were born. That's why you came with as a defect.

The reason you're so bothered with me is cause you're boring as fuck, and your simple words can say a lot. You know my analysis? You're a narcisstic whore licking off any littlest attention you can find and with that said. While you think of me 24/7 why don't you lick my unshaved pussy on that too, twat.

You don't scare me and you know whats fucking funny, I might actually know you even if you don't interact with that many people, its hilarious how tumblr can have this many people in different fandom yet its so fucking small ain't it? Just like your brain, ego, and confidence.

What do you want me to say? Public announcement! I'm sorry this anon is such a piece of shit! 😹😹 whoa fucking crazy. Go fucking shower, it reeks 4chan mlp lover with a discord mod bod. Get a fucking life and touch some grass, you need a sense of reality not everything in your life revolves around you.

[techs-goggles9902]

Two Souls Entwined

Part 4 (Eventual) Captain Rex x oc

A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS IM BACK. I COOKED UP A STORM THIS TIME. These are my personal headcannons so if you don’t like them you’re welcome to leave 🤩 feel free to criticize I love criticism. Not beta read (as always) 😆

Word count: 2883 (went way overboard)

No warnings unless you’re scared of mean Kaminoans

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR FAN FICTION. QUEUE: 3

“Fierfek…” 

“If you’re thinking of leaving, Kal, you know the deal. Su’cuy, Niva,” a voice says from beside the pair of stunned mandos. 

Jango Fett stands before them, looking out the window as well. 

“Jango, you said-”

“I said you’ll be training special ops troops. They just happen to be growing them.”

“What?” 

“Clones…” Niva says before Jango can answer Kal. “Clones of Jango.” 

“I knew you were the brains, ad’ika,” Jango chuckles, grinning at the girl. 

“How the fierfek did you get involved?” Kal asks. 

“A good five million and a little something special. Don’t look so surprised, you would do the same.” Jango looks between Kal and Niva before gesturing for them to follow him down the glossy corridor. Niva’s senses are overwhelmed as she looks between the toroids. 

She blinks rapidly as thoughts spiral in her brain. They aren’t her own and they change as she looks between the towers. It’s like the fetuses are speaking to her. She pauses and looks at one tower specifically, squinting slightly as her gaze lands on a certain tube. The fetus floats in the translucent liquid, an umbilical cord abnormally curling around its leg. 

“Niva, c’mon,” Kal shouts from down the hall. Niva hesitantly pulls her eyes away from the baby to jog back to her adoptive father. 

If something was wrong, the Kaminii would know. They would know. The baby’s fine. 

“You’re both dead now, don’t worry about it, Kal,” Jango says. Niva must’ve missed a bit since they’re both mid conversation about something. 

Right… I’m dead. 

“So, Ilippi threw your sorry shebs out?” Jango asks Kal, who’s expression softens slightly at the mention of his ex-wife. 

“Yeah.”

“Told you, you should've married a Mando girl. Aruetiise don’t understand the mercenary way.” 

Niva’s eyes narrow involuntarily as Jango brings up Ilippi. She refused to let Kal take their 8 year old sons into war with him, and soon, Kal’s family were no longer waiting for him to come back. 

Didn’t let those kids go into battle, what an outsider! I turned out fine, Niva thinks. 

“Ko Sai said something wasn’t right about the first batch of clones. They’ve been tested and I don’t think they’ll make the military grade, but I’ve told Orun Wa we’d look at them before… you know,” Jango explains. 

“I don’t. Please elaborate,” Kal says. 

“You’ll see.” Jango leads them down the hall, ushering them into a nearby room. 

“Welcome, gentleman,” says Orun Wa in his peaceful monotone, not even addressing Niva, with a gentle tilt of his head. The Kaminoan has a bony fin going down the back of his head and to the nape of his neck. 

“So the first batch have been confirmed as below the accepted standard?” Jango asks. 

“These units are defective, I admit there was an error made while enhancing the genetic template.” Orun says, craning his slender neck to call out to someone in the corridor. “Bring them in.”

Niva turns as the door opens, glancing at Kal. He gives her a small nod, putting a hand on her shoulder. Six pairs of footsteps enter the room. Niva notices: the footsteps are close together, shorter strides instead of longer ones that would fit an adult. 

Kal turns, his eyes widening as he looks down. Six identical boys - maybe four, maybe five at the most - walk into the room. 

These are children, not soldiers… not droids… not units… little kids. 

All had identical curly black hair and dark blue tunics and pants. Both Kal and Niva expected grown men, not… 

“Kids… Kal’buir…” Niva can’t take her eyes away from the boys as she whispers to Kal. His hand leaves her shoulder as Jango inhales sharply. The boys huddle together, one of them holding his arms back like he’s shielding his brothers from Orun Wa, two boys clutching each other as they look at Kal with their big, dark, unblinking eyes. 

Oh… He’s defending his brothers… 

It rips at Niva’s heart, reminding her once again of her brothers. She figured out fast that Kaminoans didn’t tolerate anything that doesn’t meet their society’s principles of perfection. Maybe they don’t know that it’s often imperfection that gives humans an edge?

She hears Orun Wa, Jango, and Kal talk about the boys, but she can’t bring herself to tune in. Not that she understood most of what they said, anyway. Her Basic wasn’t as up to par as she’d like. She spoke with a slight accent, just barely there, pronouncing some letters and words differently than born Basic speakers.  

Three of the boys look up at Niva with their big round eyes. Niva tries to smile and give them a wave, but all three flinch as her hand raises, making Niva immediately put her hand down. 

One of the kids mimics her wave, his scared expression softening a bit. Niva grins at him and he bares his teeth in an attempt of a returning smile. 

“What do you mean by reconditioned?” Kal says, drawing Niva back into the conversation. She obviously missed a lot. 

“In this case, termination. These units cannot follow orders and are simply too unreliable, failing to meet the personality profile required,” Orun Wa replies casually. 

“Terminated? They’re children!” Niva says, gesturing to the boys.

“Niv…” Kal mumbles, placing a hand on her shoulder again. Evil is supposed to be dark and menacing… not soft-spoken.

Then Kal registers what they meant by terminating. Within a second, his clenched fist is at Orun Wa’s chest. “You touch any of those kids, you gray freak, I’ll skin you alive and feed-” 

“Steady,” Jango says, pulling Kal’s arm back. 

“This is uncalled for, we only care for our customer’s satisfaction,” Orun Wa states. Niva watches with wide eyes, instinctively stepping towards the boys. Kal hears his heart thundering in his ears, yanking his arm out of Jango’s grip, stepping in front of the kids, who were silent. His eyes never leave Orun’s yellow irises. 

Jango grips Kal’s shoulder hard enough to hurt. Don’t. Leave this to me. 

“We could do with a few wild cards,” Jango carefully says, stepping between the Kaminoan and Kal. “It’s good to have a few surprises for the enemy, no? How old are they?”

“Two standard years.” 

Niva’s jaw literally drops to the durasteel floor. The boys look older, though. Kal slowly puts his hand back to place his palm on the head of the defending boy’s head. But small fingers clasp onto his calloused hand instead. A helpless gesture. Kal swallows hard. Two years old.

“I’ll train ‘em. What’re their names?” He asks, looking between Jango and the Kaminoan. 

“All units are numbered,” Orun Wa starts. 

“We can… give them names… right?” Niva speaks up quietly. All three men look at her. Kal gives her a discreet hand signal: later. 

“Anyway, our quality control designated them as Null class and-” 

“Null? As in, no di’kutla use?” The veins in Kal’s neck have never been so prominent. 

“Kal, leave this to me,” Jango breathes. 

“No, they’re not units, Jango.” The little hand was holding on for dear life. Another boy comes up and wraps his little arms around Kal’s leg. 

To Niva, the next minute goes by so fast. Before she can even blink, the boy thrusts his fingers into Kal’s boot, taking out the hidden blaster, tossing it to the boy who’s holding Kal’s hand. 

The boy caught it cleanly and pointed it at Orun Wa, his little fingers just barely holding the blaster steady. 

“Osik,” Jango sighs. “Put it down, kid.” 

But the boy held the weapon at the perfect angle, left hand steadying the right, eyes focused on his target. Niva looks between the men, flabbergasted at how calm Jango is. 

I couldn’t protect them… so… maybe I can protect these boys…

“Hey, bud,” Niva says, gently putting a hand on the boy’s arm as she kneels down beside him. “Put it down, yeah? No need for shooting anybody, kyr’ika. Give me the blaster.”

He doesn’t budge, barely blinking.

“You’re safe, lad,” Kal’s voice is soft as he squats down beside the kid, nodding to Niva, a silent indicator that he’s got this. “Come on… put it down. There’s a good lad. Now give me the blaster.”

The boy lowers his arms slowly, “Yes, sir…” He hands the blaster to Kal, who scoops him up. 

“Good lad…” Kal lowers his voice to whisper in the boy’s ear. “Nicely done, too.” 

A small hand tugs Niva’s, making her look down. Two pairs of big eyes stare up at her, one boy mimicking the wave she gave them earlier. Niva grins and waves back with her free hand. She crouches down so she’s eye level with the boys. 

“Hi, I’m Niva,” she holds out her hand. The boys stare at it and then one of them shakes her hand with his little fingers. 

“I’m N-7 and that’s N-10,” he says, meeting her gaze. 

“Pleasure, boys. We’ll work on names later, yeah?” Niva keeps up her smile. N-10 looks at N-7, nudging him with his elbow. Niva can barely hear under his breath as he whispers to N-7, “I wanna shake her hand, let go.” 

Niva lets out a small laugh, N-10 now holding her hand and meeting her gaze just like N-7. These were little boys but were so much like grown men. She’s aware of Kal and Jango speaking behind her. 

“What kind of armor is that?” N-10 asks. 

“It’s made out of beskar. It’s Mandalorian - do you know what that is?” Niva replies. Both boys shake their heads. “Well, I’ll teach you.” 

“You talk funny,” N-7 chimes in.

“So do you, little man.” The boy’s eyes widen as he looks at N-10, who gives him the same wide eyed look. Niva can see N-7 mouth silent words to his brother, We talk funny? She smiles at the pair’s sudden realization. 

“Ad’ika, let’s go.” Kal looks down at his daughter, the little marksman who pointed the blaster at Orun Wa on his hip. Niva nods and stands, her hand slipping from N-10’s much smaller one. 

Niva doesn’t even need to help Kal take the six boys to their quarters. The tiny soldiers silently march behind the two Mandos. 

The walk back to the room was eerily silent. Kal occasionally tried to make simple conversations with the boys, all attempts ending in one word answers from various kids. 

Niva could hear the boy’s thoughts and felt their emotions. Not a clear thought, though, just a jumbled mess entangling with her own thoughts. Multiple voices spoke to her as she walked beside her father figure, some small and quiet, others prominent and deafening. 

As the group walked down the sterile halls of Kamino they passed lines of other clones, all the same age as the Nulls, marching in the opposite direction. One of the boys caught her eye, his shaven head differentiating him from his brothers.

He caught her eye, his amber irises following her green ones as they passed each other. His thoughts melted into her own. The bridge of Niva’s nose pulsed with a deep ache, silencing her overcrowded mind. 

“Ad’ika… Niva, are you okay?” Kal’s voice broke her trance. 

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. Headache, ‘s all, Buir.”

“Mm… Have you ever finished that story of yours? Remember, the one you wanted to write before we met?”

”I remember. No, I haven’t done much with it since then. Should I?”

”Maybe. Just find something inspiring, like these little lads.” Kal reaches back to ruffle one of the boy’s hair. 

“In… In what?” 

“Something that gives you ideas, ad.” 

The first night with the boys was… something. Niva hardly slept with two little four year old boys clinging to her all night, their little fists white knuckling her sleep shirt. 

Kal settled on names for all six of them, taught them a bit of mando’a, filled their little bellies with uj cake, realized how traumatized they were, and knocked out with Ordo - N-11 - on his lap.

N-7 and 10 - now Mereel and Jaing - clung to Niva as if she were their lifeline. They held her pant legs tightly in their little fists when they walked down the corridors or just to the ‘fresher. Whenever she’d ruffle their mops of brown curls they’d look up at her with a confused look, not aware it was a sign of affection. 

The first time she did so, Mereel looked terrified, his pools of amber going wide, like his eyes were taking over his little face. 

What did the kaminiise do to you boys… 

Niva eventually worked up enough courage to begin wandering the halls of Tipoca City in her spare time, finding training areas and barracks under construction for the millions of clones that will eventually call this sterile place home - or as close to home as possible. 

On her fourth day of exploration, she saw the kaminioan. Of course there were kaminiise everywhere, it was Tipoca City, but this one was different. She sat on a tall bench - built specifically for kaminioans - overlooking one of the few functioning training areas. 

Her skin, a sickly gray, shined in the light. Her large black eyes with blue-gray irises were focused on the cadets through the glass. Niva was intrigued by her, the way she looked at the cadets like they were roba up for slaughter. 

Niva made a habit to walk past her on her walks since the kaminioan always sat there at the same time everyday. A couple days after first seeing her, she spoke up, not looking away from the cadets. 

“Can I help you, Ms. Niva Veen?” She startled Niva, stopping her in her tracks. 

“How do you know my name?” 

“I read your file, Mandalorian. May I ask why you’re always walking about instead of training our troops?” She still didn’t look up. 

“It’s my free time, I finished training one standard hour ago,” Niva says as she walks up to the kaminioan. “What’re you doing?”

“My job.” 

“May I ask what your job is, then?”

“I am Chief Scientist Ko Sai’s assistant. I’m here to study the Generation Ones, seeing what should be improved and changed in later Generations,” the kaminoan answers in the same monotone Orun Wa used several days prior. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Nala Se.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Why do you always come here?” Nala Se asks with a sigh, seeming to be done with Niva. 

“I’m-” Niva couldn’t think of the correct word. “You’re just always out here. You look sad sometimes.”

“I am allowed to feel emotions sometimes, Niva Veen.” 

Niva cocks her head. “I’m good at reading people. You seem more than sad, like you’re focused on something important to you, something to prove to someone.” 

Nala Se finally looks away from the cadets, her massive eyes meeting Niva’s. “You’re correct, actually.” She leans back slightly and pauses, her eyes widening as she realizes something. “I need a trainer. Not for myself, but for… special ops troopers. You seem qualified, for a sixteen year old.” 

“I can train troops. I know what I’m doing,” Niva replies, narrowing her eyes slightly. Nala Se hums an acknowledgement, standing and turning her back to the girl. 

“Follow me, then,” she says. 

The private tubing system fascinated Niva, her face nearly pressed to the glass as she zoomed past the water and its inhabitants. 

“Have you never seen an ocean before? It really isn’t that intriguing,” Nala Se says. 

“Not this close…” Niva replies as she unfocuses her eyes to see the water streaming past her. 

The lab was just as sterile as the rest of Kamino, but the dimness was a mixture of soothing and eerie. They entered through the floor, directly in the center of the lab. 

“You remember how the six other Null ARCs were disposed of?” Nala Se asks Niva. 

“Yes…” Where is this going? 

“I saved them. Orun Wa and Ko Sai didn’t think they’d last in combat, you see. One was smaller than the rest, one stockier, two very thin, one a female. The female and one of the lankier cadets had poor eyesight compared to the average clone,” Nala Se explains. 

She walks to a panel on the wall, opening a hidden door. A hidden door in a hidden lab. What else lies in these walls? She continues, “I was tasked with the extermination of those six. Yes, I directly disobeyed orders, but once I show the higher ups, I’ll be rewarded. I will surpass Ko Sai to become the next Chief Scientist.” 

Niva watches as the hidden door leads to a brighter corridor. The hallway leads to another door, small noises can be heard from behind the transparisteel. 

“CT-9903 and the female would’ve never lasted. I’ve done all I could to preserve their eyesight but not much can be done. Both require glasses. In addition, I modified the entirety of the batch so they can’t be traced back to the Nulls.”

“Wait,” Niva says, “CT? Not ARC?” 

The door at the end of the hidden hallway behind the hidden door in the hidden lab opens to reveal six clones, the same age as the Nulls, sitting on their respective six bunks, dwarfing them. 

“Clone Force 99, this is Niva Veen. She will be continuing your training from now on.”

Mando’a used:

Kaminii means kaminoan (the se at the end of certain scenes is just plural as in kaminoans)

Fierfek is just some random curse I think

Aruetiise means traitor

Shebs means your rear

Ad’ika is a term of affection for a kid (ad means the same)

Buir is father/mother (no gender in Mando’a)

Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @dangraccoon @hellhound5925 @skellymom @angie-is-silly (why did you change your fucking name dude 😭 you gave me a stroke trying to find you)

LMK IF YOU WANNA HOP ON OR OFF THE TAGLIST

[mirikiro-san]

I’ve just been thinking and well, I wanna say some of my Dandy’s World hc’s because I’m totally not planning anything by doing so. So, let’s get into it!

• Toons and Twisteds are more different than how most of the other people in this fandom seems to depict them, this being they aren’t as related as ‘corrupted toon becomes a twisted’ (note! This isn’t me ragging on anyone who depicts it like this, I just find it more appealing to me ^^) Twisteds to me seem more like defective tries at making toons!

• Going with the last point, common and uncommon twisteds have a ton of themselves, rares having about four or five and mains having two. Dandy of course has one.

• Dandy’s twisted is connected to him and activates when he feels anything strongly. When he disappears it’s just him trying to calm down. (No im not trying to reason him away I just like this idea lol) I also imagine all the toons give him their tapes when they’re done because like what could they use them for??

• Toons, when they either have duplicate toons in the party or when on a floor with a twisted version of them, will either refer to themselves with their secondary name or give a name to the twisted. Because like how crazy would it be to say ‘Oh look out there’s a twisted Tisha roaming about!’ With a Tisha in your party story wise that probably feels so dehumanizing even if it isn’t the toon themself.

• Twisted Glisten sometimes imprints on toons.

• Twisteds are younger than their toon counterparts (minus Dandy’s, his twisted is older than him).

• Duplicate toons that run into each other often usually become more likely to permanently use their secondary name.

Well, that’s it really ^^! If you find anything interesting you’d like to use yourself, go right ahead :D

See ya!

[melodyssolarsystem]

CHAT CHAT CHAT CHAT CHATC HATC HATCHEHSUHS IM INSANE REVOATION !!! REVALATION !!!!

SO. we’re starting to see a trend with the vitamins from @daily-vitamin-honami . these “defect” vitamins that we aren’t supposed to take… they have leo/need in them. the whole gang. everyone. with honami singled out. and our replacement vitamins? honami. but shes alone. there is no one else in the image with her

AND WE’VE BEEN SEEING THIS TREND THE WHOLE TIME !!! every vitamin. every vitamin is JUST honami. it’s either a vitamin with only honami in it, or a vitamin deliberately cropped to only feature honami (e.g anniversary illustrations). i’m not sure what this means yet or if it means anything at all (maybe i’m reading too far into this) BUT I REALISED IT !!!! and i couldn’t just. NOT say anything. i needed to scream my thoughts into the void thanks for coming to my ted talk

(ps. please tell me if you don’t want mentions vitahona 🙏 i wasn’t sure where else to put this)

[hardlypartying]

seeing people on twitter defecting from jiara to riara cuz they aren’t satisfied with jj and kiara’s chemistry this season BAHAHAH yay for riara?

i love when i get asks like this bc i have no idea what’s going on out there in the world of riara 😭💗 love to hear people are joining us, sucks for jiara bc i feel the same way lmao. like if im gonna have to see them on the screen, i want to enjoy the scene 😭 their scenes used to occur so organically and now it feels abrupt and clunky. i wish we got to see more of their relationship progress on poguelandia. that build wasn’t really there so i can understand why people are upset— it’s just surprising to me that they’re jumping to riara bc that is SUCH a different vibe than jiara 😧

[osarina]

carinaaa the new chapter omg 😭😭 i stayed up just to read it and you keep outdoing yourself each time!!! petition for reader to “dispose of” mori and run the pm herself 😊 readers backstory hit extra hard because i can really relate to still remaining with people who caused me harm because i thought that i owed them or had to please them but have now made a lot of progress into a healthier mindset and am rooting for reader to be able to do that herself. i truly love this whole series, pm setting is the most interesting imo and you’ve executed it beautifully! the way everything progressed with them felt very natural and it was really enjoyable to read. loved the little tidbits of lore you dropped on their past shenanigans as well. possessive characters are my favorite and i loved the portrayal of it with dazai in this fic!! on that topic, i wonder how chuuya feels about all this and how it looks from his pov if he’s really been going around with unrequited feelings for years, that brings a whole new angle of angst into the story 😭 anyways my thoughts aren’t coherent rn but i just wanted to leave a comment to express how much i love your writing and this series 🫶🏻

NONNIEEEEEE I HOPE YOU DIDNT STAY UP TOO LATE, IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST 😔😔

you have me blushing i’m weeping thank you so much 🥹 honestly i’m really excited to get more into pmreader & mori’s background, because it’s rllyyyyy complex & runs pretty deep. i’m gonna do a character sheet w her ability & a few fun facts that are gonna get into it a little but i have one fic planned that’s rlly gonna get deep into it that i’m excited for. BUT it makes me sad to hear that you relate to that part of her😔 whoever it was that made you feel that way did not deserve u precious nonnie, i’m glad you’ve gotten yourself into a healthier mindset, it makes me happy to hear 🫂

IM GLAD YOU ENJOY THE SETTING, i’m having so much fun going back and forth between fics set in the present canon verse & back to pre defection, ive left so many little tidbits in them that we’re gonna see full fics about in the future and it makes me giggle and YESSSS we love possessive characters in this house - dazai is SO ridiculously possessive over her too, was before he defected, is even more now after 💀

chuuya and reader have a rlly complex relationship actually. fun fact: they were each other’s first kiss & first time, but it was not like … romantic in anyway. i suppose ill touch on it now because my next pm reader fic is gonna get deep into it, but as we’ve seen implied in canon w kyouka and dazai, it’s pretty clear that the younger members of the pm are taught to use their bodies as means to an end for strategic purposes. pmreader was mentored by the woman that mentored kouyou for 2 years & chuuya was obviously mentored by kouyou, so kouyou figured reader’s mentor trained her in the same way kouyou was trained (she was) and directed chuuya & reader to each other, advising them to learn with each other before bringing anything to the field, so they did. THIS is when chuuya started developing a crush on her but it faded after a few months, despite what dazai thinks, but obviously reader & chuuya both care very deeply for each other.

[silawastaken]

yes im the same anon!! yayyy for the post. I agree with everything. Regarding midnights? Hmmm I’d say Mastermind, the Great War and Midnight Rain are probably the most ssk coded :3 bigger than the whole sky COULD be ssk but only if chuuya had actually been a vampire and tried to kill Dazai I think :3 could also be post-divorce ssk but I don’t think the divorce was ACTUALLY tragic enough for bigger than the whole sky. OH AND KARMA!! CHUUYA IS SOOO DAZAIS KARMA!!! Actually!! Would’ve could’ve should’ve could be ssk coded but I think they aren’t toxic enough for wcs :/

For fearless like I said if this was a movie. Fifteen (lol), the way I loved you and uhhh forever and always?? Tbh all ts songs make me think of ssk the brainrot is THAT bad.

For lover it’s deffo daylight. For rep? I did something bad, don’t blame me, bla bla bla that entire album is 15/dark era core idc ���️ I said what I said!!! New Year’s Day? (Actually that song was kinda ruined for me because I used to love an edit associated with one of the very recently exposed exdsmp guys!! and now when I hear it I get very mad haha!!) Getaway car??? Call it what you want????

God I have to stoppp I’m actually going insane! :3 anyways slay glad to know im not the only one that very heavily links ssk to taylor swift.

GETAWAY CAR IS THE SKK SONG.

You're so right with all of these, midnights is very dazai coded and forever and always is so the divorce era ESP THE PIANO VERSION OMG

I think an skk au based off of lover would be such a cool idea because I think a lot of lover would fit a college au OR OR like a strangers/ex friends to lovers au where they've both ended up in the same place for summer break(great now i have ANOTHER fic I want to write 😭)

and i do think new years day is such a sweet song for skk but i think i know which edit you're talking abt so yeah... i get it unfortunately

I'm on my easter break so maybe I'll actually finish all my taylor swift skk comparison things and post them 🤞🤞

ALSO in regards to bigger than the whole sky, if you were thinking about it as a Chuuya pov after Dazai defected where he believes Dazai is dead... :DD would've could've should've is literally my fav on midnights, and I wouldn't compare it to skk, but more just Dazai, and his relationship with Mori sooo yeah!!!

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

hi hello im back after rereading glaze defects for like the twentieth time at like one am and just!!!! just. this line really struck me: “Stick was a huge dick. He did what was expected for someone who found a kid with no family and superpowers, and he took advantage.”

something abt matt thinking this is expected. not just that if someone knew abt his powers they would exploit him and use him but that it’s something to be expected. from anyone. not that stick was uniquely abusive and terrible but that anyone would do it. i!!!!!! hhhhhhhrn i continue to be So Insane abt this character study apologies for coming here to scream abt it so often. ANYWAY anyway merry christmas if you celebrate that and I hope the end of the year is kind <333

So, you actually pinpointed one of the things that I think is a core trait of Matt Murdock, and one of the biggest distinctions between him and Foggy.

Whenever I'm writing characters in the same story, I always pick a few like, baseline perspectives that are different and filter their world through that. I'm not even gonna take credit for this, because I'm so convinced that it's fundamental to the characters of Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson that it's all already there.

I think the difference is this:

For Foggy, people are good until proven otherwise, and for Matt, the opposite is true.

And I want to be clear—this isn’t about naïveté, or about trust issues. This is the most base, default world approach as you can get.

It’s like this: 

Foggy's a good person who grows up in a family of good people. They don’t have a lot, but they have each other. The Nelson clan is a big, and they’re people who take care of other people. So, Foggy probably grows up watching his parents give people breaks when they can’t afford full price in the store. He grows up with siblings cousins who probably cover for him when he’s in trouble, who lend him money when he needs it, and who grow up to be the kind of people that he can call up to give free repairs to Karen Page when her apartment is broken into. 

There’s a lot of little moments in life where you can pick to help people, usually at some kind of cost to yourself. Foggy is the kind of person who says “Yes,” to helping those people time and time again. He grew up surrounded by examples of people who did the same. 

Of course, he’s met plenty of people who don’t help people out. But those moments aren’t the expectations. It’s just a day where you ran into one of the assholes of the world. Having people who hurt you, who take advantage of you, who just suck--it’s exceptionalized, in that sense. It’s not rare, but it’s out of the natural order. And they prove it to you that they’re the assholes of the world, so he can take them out of the default pool and into the asshole pool. 

And, again, that’s not to say he’s naive. He’s not. It’s just the mindset at the first meeting. All things being equal, the first time Foggy mets you, he assumes you’re human, and that human beings are people who give each other a hand when needed. Distrust is a learned phenomenon. You have to give Foggy a reason to not trust you. 

Matt, meanwhile, is shown to already be afraid of making rent while he’s growing up. He has no expectation of being given a break. We don’t know the details of what happened after his accident, but we know that his Dad is still worried enough about money that he literally dies putting away money to send Matt to college, so they absolutely got fucked on any settlement. And then, growing up, he gets a front line scene to a bunch of uncomfortable, private moments where people are not their best selves. Matt lives in a world where people don’t give each other breaks. He has people who do, of course--but they’re the exceptionalized ones to him. I think Matt grew up in the kind of world where people had to look out for their own interests, which were never your own. All things being equal, the first time Matt mets you, he assumes you’re human, and that human beings, at the end of the day, look out for their own interests. You have to give Matt reasons to trust you. 

And that’s not to say that Matt thinks people are inherently bad or he’s less kind than Foggy. I think canon shows again and again that, out of the two of them, Foggy considers Matt the soft-hearted one out of the two of them. 

There’s that scene, right? Season 1, Matt and Foggy are walking home having just started their practice, and Foggy’s talking about how he thought it’d be different from bailing out guys who get drunk and burn down their own house, and Matt’s talking about how his wife just left him, right? And later, Foggy’s talking to the guys in the hospital who are about to knife each other, about how not even his soft-hearted partner would take their case. 

If Foggy had to pick a rule of thumb of the universe, he’d say that people generally do good things but sometimes have fuck ups, and he wants to help them in those moments. Everyone has those moments that they regret, right? The bad choices. For Foggy, those are out of the ordinary. The little blips in people’s lives. 

For Matt, I think that’s how people are, and sometimes it’s interrupted with good choices. And he wants to help them anyway. Matt Murdock has incredible anger, but he’s also got an unimaginable amount of kindness to him. He wants to help people, and I think at the same time he does not trust them an inch to not hurt him.

He’s the billion dollar payout, is the thing. Like, I am so convinced that government agencies would kill for Matt Murdock’s power set. You could pour in thousands of hours of manpower and millions of dollars into an espionage operation, and it’s less effective than having Matt Murdock sit on a park bench outside of the Capitol building. That’s not even taking into account his fighting ability.

Matt’s in the uncomfortable position where people have a huge incentive to fuck him over, and not a lot of cost at doing so. All it costs is hurting him, and he’s someone with no resources, no family, no one to miss him--no consequences. And we know from Stick that it wasn’t exactly hard when someone tried to actualize it. Like, you have people in his life, normal people, people who are poor and middle class and rich, and he’s someone who could be a pretty spectacular golden ticket if they figure out the right person to make the payout. And he’s the problem child. The troubled orphan, always fighting, always in trouble, never with a place to stay. Disabled, poor, drain on the fucking system. It’d be so much easier for people to sort of allow themselves to do this bad thing, justify it to themselves as not that bad, and take the big bag of cash and walk away. No one’s looking, because no one’s looking out for Matt. 

Again, this isn’t about whether Matt and Foggy think people are inherently bad, or whether one of them is kind--it’s just the default they start from. Foggy’s waiting for people to give him a reason not to trust from. Matt’s waiting for a reason to trust them--and the bar is just as high as the stakes. They’re several paradigm shifts away from each other, and I think that’s one of the reasons why their love for each other is so radical, and why they clash so much at times. 

I think that’s one of the reasons as to why Foggy was so betrayed by Matt, not telling him all those years. It’s not that he doesn’t understand the importance of not sharing this around--he’d get that the stakes are high, it takes some pretty understandable caution. But Foggy’s known Matt for years, and he’s secure enough in the kind of relationship they had to know that he hasn’t given Matt a reason to distrust him. Matt, meanwhile, just gave him a reason to distrust him. 

Anyway, I think it’s interesting, anyway. The idea that Foggy walks up to people and like, finds them generally trustworthy until they do something two-faced, and Matt probably needs to find a really fuckin’ good reason to start trusting them. It’s one of those really basic ways of viewing the world that people probably don’t consider as something they may be at odds with others about. 

And Foggy’s started to realize it, in glaze defects. Like, there’s this bit about him talking about how horrifying it is that matt grew up waiting for a windowless van to take him away--like, he’s just now realizing that that’s how matt’s always lived. He looks at the world, and he expects people to hurt him, and he doesn’t even particularly hold that fact against them. 

[genderdotcom]

more thoughts on this. i've been reading too many drizzt books now the writing style has infected me and i need to be quarantined or put down or something. tw for haarlep's deal (implied) (deleted and reposted this bc im indecisive over it)

(DISCLAIMER. THIS WORK REFERS TO EYES AS “ORBS”. WEAR APPROPRIATE PROTECTIVE EQUIPMENT AT ALL TIMES)

Dirin explained everything. His defection, his disguise, the innkeeper that had taken him under her wing and the bards he learned from on the road. He spoke with as much urgency as he could muster- this was a hero he was talking to. And he knew well the reputation his kin had.

Heedless of his tale, the ranger took a potato from her pack. It had sprouted, taking root in the darkness of her bag of provisions- but she began to peel it nonetheless.

Dirin began to feel, infuriatingly, as if he was making excuses and defending himself to an implacable sa’varsh. 

“Why did you call me out on my disguise if you didn’t wish to speak with me? Lay it out plainly, please.” He bit out with no small amount of barely reined-in irritation.

“Fine, fine. Like I said, I had a gith friend. And I like to stick my nose places it’s not needed.” He nodded, understanding it to be the most important quality of those fabled heroes he so looked up to, but the tiefling barreled on.

“I mean, it passes the time, y’know? Not much else to do.” “You’ve done a lot already, if the tales I’ve heard are true.”

“They aren’t.” Her reply was prompt.

“None of them? So the curse of Moonrise Towers still stands? So Baldur’s Gate is overrun by gh- by mind flayers?” “I know what ghaik means, mate, you don’t have to translate yourself to me. And what does it matter if I did all those things? A half dozen others were right there doing more than me.”

Yes, he knew all about them. The noble Blade of Frontiers, the archmage Gale of Waterdeep, Karlach Demonsbane who laid down her life for the city; even fragmented tales of a woman that must have been a Githyanki. Well, the ranger’s claim that she had a gith friend would corroborate that. It would have been the perfect tale to tell to get him in the spotlight were it not for his treacherous, cowardly heart skipping beats at the thought of mentioning his kin.

“Is there something special about this town, for you to stop here?” There didn’t seem to be. In the few months Dirin had spent in the town- more of a village, really- the people had proven themselves to be nothing but ordinary, though perhaps with more of a tolerance for novelty than he’d expected.

“Absolutely nothing. Didn’t you hear me? I’m not doing anything.”

It had been six months since the Netherbrain fell, and Dirin had heard many tales of Riah, the tiefling fighter- now a ranger, it seemed- and her stalwart defense of the Sword Coast’s frontiers. Her small knife pressed through the potato, and she dropped the cubes into the simmering pot. Her hair fell into her face hampered only by her horns.

She looked tired.

The stew was finished before the sun had fully set. Despite Dirin’s insistence that he didn’t need anything from her, he had his own food, she ladled it into two wooden bowls and pressed one into his hands. The warmth, at least, brought some life into him as they both sat there, sipping at it in silence.

A violent shudder passed through Riah’s body. Though Dirin could see nothing afoot, she convulsed strongly enough that the bowl of stew in her hand slipped and spilled over the packed dirt. Recovering quickly, she shook off the droplets that had landed on her hand and simply stared at the stew slowly absorbing into the ground.

“What happened? Are you al-” Dirin brought up his hand, ready to cast a healing spell, though he knew well that his prowess was very limited; but she stopped him with a gesture.

“Fine. Just an old wound.” Her breath hissed through her teeth. There was something tightly wound about her posture in that moment, the horrible tension of prey unable to flee. “It doesn’t la- ah- last too long. Usually.” She leaned down to pick up her bowl, her scarred red knuckles bleached pink from tension. 

“You’re a hero. I’m sure any healer along the Coast would-” “No, they wouldn’t. Couldn’t.” Waiting for Dirin to finish his sentence was too much of an effort, it seemed. “‘S what I get for dealing with… well, I told you already. It’s fine.”

But she made no effort to pour herself more stew, and spent the rest of dinner staring silent into the fire. Her nails bit bloody crescents into her palms.

Following some unspoken agreement, they took watch in shifts. The strangeness of the situation was almost soporific to Dirin, but ingrained discipline kept his eyes open from the middle of the night to the morning. 

He’d almost expected Riah to pack up and leave. Instead, she cleaned up the campfire and took her turn sleeping with no words exchanged. She was asleep in moments- but the twitches and shudders remained. Sweat beaded on her brow and pooled in the wrinkles of her twisted, pinched expression. If this was an illness or injury, it was like none he knew of.

Dirin woke with the dawn. Riah was still up, poking at the coals of the campfire with a long stick.

“It doesn’t usually last that long.” She said in lieu of ‘good morning’. “I’m fine now.” There was something in her other hand, a balled up piece of paper- a letter of some sort? 

She staggered to her feet, unfurling the crumpled sheet. Her piercing blue orbs examined it for one long moment, flitting between it and his face, there and back.

“Say, Dirin- your name was Dirin, right? How do you feel about going to a party?”

[fandaniel]

hi rio another sleepy ask from me bc i got a lot to say

if you had to describe hermes to someone who knows nothing abt xiv how would you do it (its me im the someone bc im starting from the beginning again)

hiii so for no spoilers bc i think the reveal and the mystery behind who he is but so… think of a guy who lives in a different world from our own and that world valued progress to making life better above everything else. and in this world there is magic that lets you create things, make new things, new creatures to bring into the world, but to make sure it doesn’t mess with the environment and ecosystem, it is heavily tested by many people on a planet far away. there is a scientist in charge of this all, his name is hermes, and he was put in charge while the former lead scientist went into politics.

in this world though, they have a set believe between most everyone that when you are done with your task, you will die and its often beautiful. but hermes watches living beings be killed everyday due to having defects, and it makes him scared, because he sees all living things as equals, what if he’s a mistake? the anxiety of death weighs on him but everyone around him doesn’t bother to listen to him, nor really care to, because making living things that aren’t human is like… art, its not important. they’re animals.

so he forms a type of magic based on emotions, making a bunch of creatures that will answer the meaning of life beyond the stars that he is stuck on, hopefully good news will come from their report! but, every creature and planet besides their own race are dead, suffering from all sorts of awful things. and the creatures made of emotions become nihilist. because they feel the dread of every creature that had died. and hermes tries to fight it, but it is the truth, to live is to suffer. it is too much for him.

[wormbloggign]

His bare chest was muscular, waxed hairless, the belt and leggings of his costume slung low enough that I could see the lines of his lower stomach that pointed to his… yeah.  It was admittedly distracting.  It was meant to be distracting.

what the fucj is going on with the las vegas capes...

“And it’s required. Vegas is one of the worst cities for sheer number of villains,” Rime said. Her entire demeanor was rigid, which maybe fit in a way with her ice powers. “Vegas employs a group of unsponsored thinkers and tinkers to monitor the venues, much like the PRT does with the economy, ensuring that everything is above-board

why is everyone in worm so okay with surveillance states? is america just like this?

sorry to say, taylor, but cops and robbers is probably more of a justification that implicitly justified your place in a system than an actual analysis on how society works

“Well, I didn’t expect you’d let me go. Do what you have to. I made a deal with the devil, you caught me, for better or worse,” Pretender said. In a quieter voice, he said, “About time I pay the price.”

(cauldron mention lets gooo)

shes quipping! im so proud of her

“Sniper rifle,” I said, in the same instant the thought came together. “Wha?” Leister asked, incoherent and confused. Prefab’s head snapped my way.  “You sure?” “I’d point,” I said, “But he’d notice.  Our masks and helmets cover our faces, or I’d be worried about lip-reading.”

she's simply on top of her game. intel master.

they are still living things taylor...

“Maybe ‘tenacious’ is the word you want,” Vantage offered.  “There aren’t a lot of people who get knocked out and still manage to win a fight.” “Are you all this pedantic?”  I asked. Vantage only laughed, though I saw Rime glancing at me, and she didn’t look pleased. “Alexandria was always hard on us,” Arbiter said.  Her voice had a strange tone to it, oddly melodic, “Getting us to focus on grades, extracurricular stuff, on top of what we did as a part of the team.”

subtle reminder for taylor that she killed their boss. they possibly blame her for the situation on the strip getting worse

“Weaver did what had to be done,” Rime said. “Not pretty, not kind, but sometimes you have to use a knife to cut out a cancer.”

they think of her as a knife... interesting...

from the b names that come to mind, i am worried, from the powers they have, im confused (i dont know any that are grey and spinning..)

? whos this.

We made our way out of the craft. Odd as it was, I felt a mixture of relief and… an emotion I couldn’t place, at the realization that I didn’t have to fight to convince my teammates that we had to help other people.

thats... yeah :)

“You were there for the Leviathan fight,” I spoke to Bambina.

aah. yeah okay, that tracks

yeah that tracks, of course the villains have some kind of popularity contest

damn, maybe taylor should defect too, i think she'd do great as a villain

[happynsadtype]

Words I’d Wish to Hear

“What’s your biggest fear?” He asked turning his head to face her.

“What?” She questioned directing her gaze to him.

“Your biggest fear, spill.”

“Cockroaches remember! Gosh I hate those evil creatures.”

He laughed at her grimace.

“Yes, but I already knew that. I meant a deeper fear. Like one that actually affects you. One that you’ve never really told anyone about.”

She furrowed her brows.

“Oh. Umm…” she gulped and pretended to think, although the answer was on the tip of her tongue.

He knew she would -in itself- be afraid of saying such a thing,

But he wanted to further learn more about her,

From the big things to the little things,

All of her.

“I won’t judge you Stellina. Remember that.” He assured her.

“If you aren’t comfortable telling me its okay. I don’t want to pressure you or some-“

“No!” She interrupted him.

“You aren’t pressuring me or anything, it’s just, you know, hard for me to say these things sometimes. And plus it’s stupid. Like really really stupid.”

“Well wouldn’t be you if it wasn’t.” He joked hoping to lighten up the mood.

She laughed and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Yeah says the king of idiots himself.”

He joined her as the two became a pair of laughing fools.

After a while, the laughter died down, and they sat there staring at each other for what felt like eternity but was in truth just a couple of seconds.

He broke the eye contact and cleared his throat.

“In all seriousness, none of your emotions are stupid, they’re valid and should be acknowledged. It doesn’t make you weaker for feeling them, remember that.”

She stared at the side of his perfect face a while longer and decided to look forward again.

“You’re right.”

A comfortable silence surrounded the two as she mustered up the courage to say what she felt.

He was always so patient with her,

always knowing just what to say,

how to make her feel like a human being

and not a burden.

“Im afraid…” she started off.

“I’m afraid of someone falling in love with me or I with them.” She whispered looking at the orange hues that decorated the sky.

I already have he thought.

“Why would you be afraid of that?”

She stayed quiet for a while before answering.

“Because, I suppose I’m afraid I won’t be able to love them back the same. Scared that ill break someones heart so bad that ill become the villain in their story. That I won’t be capable of or worth it.”

He furrowed his brows at her statement.

She could never be the villain.

Especially not in his story.

Not when she had saved him so many times and became his will to live.

Not when he loved her beyond what words could ever describe,

The good and the bad.

Grabbing her hand he looked deep into her sweet brown eyes.

“Love is a beautiful thing. People fall in love all the time, whether they like it or not. I think it’s what gives life a bit more meaning.”

“I suppose.” she muttered unconvinced, wary of the skin of their hands touching.

She was never a fan of others touching her, but she seemed to not mind when he did.

In fact, she enjoyed it a lot more than shed ever admit to anyone,

Even herself.

“Im quite fond of the idea of being the villain though.”

Why would anyone ever fall for you anyway a voice whispered to her, the same one that always made her doubt herself.

As she looked into those blue orbs shed fallen so scarily in love with, she couldn’t bare the thought of knowing she’d never have the sweet man in front of her and decided to look back at the sky.

He decided to do the same and retreated his hand not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Why?” He simply asked.

“Hmm?”

“Why is it you feel like this?”

She hesitated telling him.

She’d never in her life opened up to someone the way she had with him.

She felt safe and secured in his presence, free of judgement and pity.

He understood her and stayed despite all her defects.

Her trust issues had always been a problem with the development of relationships in her life,

Yet once she met him he showed and proved to her that he was worthy of it.

She trusted him.

And it was because of this the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“Maybe because I know I don’t deserve anyones love, and…” she pondered for a minute.

Especially not yours.

“And making myself believe that I’m the villain makes me immune to that feeling of falling in love. It’s like I push it away because in truth I’m afraid of it. It’s why I’ve never been in a relationship and push away that emotion, I’m just afraid.”

He felt his heart shatter upon listening to the words.

He wanted to remove any fears and envelop her in his safe embrace.

“You shouldn’t be.” He said using his fingers to touch her rosy cheeks and push them to face him.

He continued.

“You cant be afraid of someone falling for you, it’s inevitable, especially since it’s you. You’re so full of life. You think no one notices your smile and your way of just…existing, but truth is everyone does. I do. Always have. You make life so much more beautiful to me. You’re beautiful and gorgeous physically, but its that personality that drives me wild. Your way with words and handling situations, your obnoxious laugh and captivating smile, those honey eyes that remind me just how sweet life can be. Every single thing about you is intoxicating, addicting.”

The tears dropped from her eyes before she could stop them, causing him to grab her face in his hands once more and wipe them away.

Never once had anyone said such heart-felt words to her. Never once did she think she would hear them, deserve them.

“You’re intoxicating and addicting. I don’t ever want to give you up. You’re everything ive ever wanted, and everything I’ll ever need.” He said taking her breath away.

“You are worthy of love. You won’t become the villain. You simply cant. Not when the person who loves you wouldn’t mind killing anything that comes to harm you. Who would move mountains and drain oceans if it meant you’d be happy again. Who would sacrifice himself for you in anyway, any minute, any second of any day.”

She was left speechless,

And finally muttered the three words shed thought of so many times when she was with him.

“I love you.”

He smiled and rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you more. So much more.” He whispered back and as they both closed their eyes.

They both sat there relishing the feeling for what felt like eternity.

It was only then that she opened her eyes she saw there was no one truly there.

Because the man she heard whisper those words were just a fragment of her imagination,

A ghost in the world of mortals that she couldn’t see.

“I love you.” She said to nothing as tears fell down her face.

“And I you stellina.” The wind whispered back.

-SR