#MmmmmmmmmmMMMMMM YES

[zhouxiangs]

also they did say all of tony’s adopted kids are alphas right?

[clover-the-awesomest]

Go do this NOW. I’m not usually one to pay attention to Tumblr updates or tell people how to manage their blogs, but giving out private data from real people to some creepy-ass AI??? No. Just no. That is where I draw the line. So please go activate this setting immediately! Protect yourself, your blog, your mutuals, and prevent @staff from fucking with our private information.

its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney

we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article

it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.

[teddybeartoji]

HAI MICKEY MY GIRL BONER IS SO HARD FOR SATORU :3

bf satoru ! who literally worships the ground you walk on . he picks you up and will carry you effortlessly when he sees you about to step in a puddle . not on his watch !

bf satoru ! who loves to spoil you and spend his money on you . you can text him one day about some earrings you thought were pretty , and he'd text you back saying "check ur doorstep ;)" AND THE SAME ONES YOU WANTED WERE THERE .

bf satoru ! who loves when you send photos of yourself to him . and he'll always be your no.1 hypeman , saying something along the lines of "i just came in my pants UR SO PRETTY".

bf satoru ! who is so weak for you . he would submit to you so fast if you asked . he'd do anything for you . he loves innocent kisses that turn into full blown makeout sessions , and he's practically drooling into your mouth while panting , not that you mind , though .

bf satoru ! who overstims himself overstimming you . you're on your umpth orgasm and so is he . he's leaning forward to press kisses against the corner of your mouth , which eventually moves to your neck . he's hardly in control anymore . "t-toru- 's too much.." you whine , and the sound of your voice alone is enough to get him off . "shh- jus' one more , pretty .. 'hmygod-" and he babbles about how good you feel . whiny satoru ftw !!

anyway im done for now ily pooka :3

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM i'm abt to explode i can't take much more of this jj............ he's literally the best boyfriend ever he really does fucking WORSHIPPP the ground you walk on it's his job . absolutely adores spoling you, he loves the look you get on your face when he hands you the item you had been eyeing all day yesterday lmao he does not hold back on that at all he goes all out if you say that you want a house he's getting you a fucking house alright.

AND HE LOOOOVES WHEN YOU SEND HIM PICS not just like outfit pics either he wants to see EVERYTHING he loves your blurry 'bad' selfies so fucking much they're literally his favourite. he also really likes if you send him any pics of you doing like the most random domestic things like for example you send him a pic of you brushing your teeth in your pjmas through the mirror and he literally moans out loud at that lmao and yes he does actually jerk off to that very pic and he will send you proof of that:333333333

"who overstims himself overstimming you" YES. YES YES YES YES. he just gets sooo fucking into it that he doesn't even really realize how much it is for you.. licks into your mouth while ramming his hips into yours ohhhhh he fucking looves kissing you so much he needs to be on you like glue at all times, esp during sex. he's pressing the sloppiest kisses all over your face and your jaw and your neck and oh god it feels so good mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he loves the way you squirm and mewl under him btw it's literally his favourite thing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait i also needed to add that he loves sucking your fingers. thank you

[spotsupstuff]

Would sparrows be able to change moons opinions on the ancients if they ever met?

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

nah- nah i don't think she would, no, i'mma say no

three factors: 1.) Moon is old as SHIT and her opinion has developed in this way over literal centuries and would not be easy to sway. the fact that she does not really see the Ancients as individuals (despite being kind to them) means she wouldn't be paying much attention in the first place. so Failed Step One 2.) Sparrows is an introverted disaster. she'd stare at Moon in the most nerdy way ever cuz "oh my gods... ooooh void below, that is the 4th Ever Built Iterator HolyShitThisIsTheCoolestMomentOfMyLife" and Moon would ask her "uh.. do you need anything?" "-internally panics, shakes head-" "Please leave then." "OKAY! :D YES, MA'AM. :DD SORRY, MA'AM :DDD -gives panicked most awkward double thumbs up and departs as fast as she can-" 3.) it worked out with Zephyr only cuz of Zeph's shitty ass situation and Sparrows' already there connection to the people Zeph is closest to. so the old green can was Kind of willing to open up if only cuz both Capie-boo and B already seemingly accepted her/deemed her safe

[nothings-wholey]

*puts some popcorn in the microwave*

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*m*POP*mmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmm*POP*mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*POP*mm*POP**POP**POP*mmm*POP*mmmm*POP**POP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

want some?

…yes please.

[the1trueanon]

LKFJDSAFLKSDF REBLOGGING THIS AGAIN BECAUSE I REMEMBERED I HAVE THIS IMAGE AND IM GONNA PUT IT TO GOOD USE HERE

Sooooooooooooooo does Vampire Wally use a fancy parasol when he gets caught in daylight, like Wensday Adams?

Yes. Theyre very frilly and so gothic lolita of him lmao--/hj

He does go out of his castle often, but its rare for him to expose his face in public. Most of the time he sports a mask to go with his getup.

Here's also some alternatives which he wears every so often. His most common fit is with the umbrella tho, simply because he like twirling the umbrella around while he's holding them

[ieatcards]

is it tasty?

Yes but you can’t eat them raw you have to boil them in water then consume them like a paste mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[thenarryparable]

Narrys Bullet Train Headcanons <3

This gonna be long and just identity headcanons for now.

ALSO THURSDAY YOU CAN JUST SAY REMOVE THE LAST PART. IM SORRY. I HAVE TRIED TO ASK LIKE THREE TIMES, GOT NERVOUS, DELETED ALL THE POSTS ASKING SO. YEAH. IM SORRY. ITS AWFUL

CHAOS.

First like identity stuff (I already fucking said that)

Ladybug is Bi and a trans guy because yeah! I feel like he is.

Tangerine is MLM and Cis because just makes sense to me.

Lemon is Pan and Non-binary but still uses he/him so...he/they. Their also autistic because if you watched the movie...YEAH WE ALL CAUGHT ON JUST LOOK AT THE POSTS ABOUT LEMON WE ALL KNOW.

Yuichi Kimaru. My baby boy. Is questioning and cis.

OH AND THE LAST ONE IS JUST FOR PRINCE SINCE IM GOING OFF MY NOTEBOOK. She's a lesbian because look at her outfit. It's the colors of the sunset flag. Also she/they for her but she's cis. I actually kind of like her now. Seems like a Poppy fan.

I have more headcanons just...let me get this out as a bonus! You guys don't understand.

(why only them two? Because I don't remember how September or Stanley acts. Or...anyone else....)

Thursday is Lemon but Ladybugs personality because he is dumb and sweet /pos and instead of Thomas The Tank Engine metaphors it's My Little Pony. So. Yeah. Diesel would be Queen Chrysalis. I also feel like Lemon would love My Little Pony so IT JUST MAKES SENSE TO ME. Also spoilers but uh when Tangerine dies you know when uh...he puts the Thomas sticker in Tangerines hand? Yeah thats Twilight instead. Put a Twilight Sparkle sticker in a dead man's hand.

Cyrus is Tangerine because he's...look at him. LOOK AT HIM. How can I not. He would be more quiet like Lemon though. Not as angry and not as loud. Probably still call me a fucking bastard though. But still THE TWINS ARE COMPLETE. THEY BANTER LIKE THEM IN MY DUMB LITTLE BRAIN HE MOVES LIKE A BOWL SITTING IN THE MICROWAVE. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SPIN SPIN. Did I mostly just say he's tangerine so I can see him so disheveled that I start dying on the inside? Yes. Is it worth him dying? YES.

Rosie is Yuichi or Ladybug I can't decide. Like...would he shoot Cyrus by accident? Yes. But would Cyrus try and strange him twice and kill him?...maybe but I feel like Rosie would do that to him instead. But eh. Motives. "Why not just make him Yuichi then?" because that means Thursday would shoot him without hesitation and she would not do that.

[pew-pew-pew-world]

My Regrets

She could feel his hand on her damn knee still.

How bad do you wanna keep this job.

She started feeling like she couldn’t breathe

This bad

Creeping up, and up

How bout this bad.

God she has to get out of here.

This bad, he whispered as he leaned towards her.

What a despicable man George Toledo was. What a despicable despicable human.

As she slapped him and ran off she didn’t know where she was running.

Still didn’t know.

Laura Percy-Bruce prided herself on being a strong, independent, capable women, very few things scared her. Everything went as planned in her live.

And then Lenny ran off to LA, and everything was falling apart and god maybe she needed to find her Aunt Shirley but Shirley couldn’t fix this could she?

Right now tho she was shaking.

The door. The Door. She had to get out of thirty rock and she was never coming back.

She loved this job but she was scared, she couldn’t come back here.

She made it successfully to the elevator when she heard someone yell out.

“Laura?Laura!”

Damnit doors,close. Close. Close.

“ LAURA.”

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

when the elevator doors open she thinks shes escaped Gordon when

“ Laura!”

Shit. Shit.

“ Laura stop, where are you going? Laura? Laura there’s a show in less than thirty minutes” Gordon’s talking fast trying to charm his way out of this just like everything.

“Gordon I can’t do this, I don’t belong here this isn’t what I’m good at” Avoid it, avoid it.

“ Bullshit, you’re too good at this.” He paused realization dawning on his face ” Laura, Laura did, George… did he say something? Do something?”

“ No Gordon No I just” she can’t breathe” God Gordon fine yes, George kissed me, I hit him, I can’t I can’t come back”

“ Laura you mean more to this show, more to me, than George does. Than George ever will. “ She hates to see him pleading, but she can’t give in.

“ Gordon there will be a hundred more George Toledos, I will never escape them. At least if I leave this job” she really considered it” I hold more power over them in the clubs.”

“ Laura, I will fight every single one of those men if you let me, Hedy and I are getting a divorce just stay and we’ll work it all out”

The pause went on just long enough she started to get uncomfortable.

“ you know I can’t, I’m not strong enough I- I have to go back to him.”

His face contorts into a very unreadable expression.

“ Laura you know you can’t, you told me yourself what he’s gotten into, you told me “

“ I told you a lot of things Gordon. I’m sorry. I can’t stay here I don’t belong”

“ Mr. Ford consider this my formal resignation, my regrets. “

And she turned to leave, pushing past him without a care in the world.

Out in the cold nigh she began to cry

The heart break she felt was deeper than in years.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Lenny was back in New York and he was killing.

Standing aside the stage watching him from afar Laura felt happy, or maybe not happy but content.

Suddenly she heard a commotion by the door.

“ no no sir you don’t understand I’m Hedy Ford, my husband is on the Number one TV show in the country and I need to speak to Mrs Percy….. please you just understand we don’t have cash to pay the cover because we just wanna see Laura and leave. “

She could see Hedy know, but suddenly someone behind her pushed through.

“ to hell with this I can literally see her. LAURA. LAURA. “

“ Carr??” Laura shouted back with a start, with a look to her left she noticed lenny staring awkwardly at her, she nodded on to him and made her way to the door.

“ Lonnie it’s cool I know them” she noded to the bouncer

“Hedy. Mike. To what do I owe the pleasure”

Hedy glared at Mike in a way that told her they had decided ahead of time that she was doing the talking.

“ Laura the show wants you back.”

She want in the Defense.

“ Hedy I’m sorry I can’t.”

“ because of Toledo right? Screw that honey. You can not let a man of that low of human compassion and capability ruin you like this. That’s not the women you are. and the truth is by running away you are letting him win. I’m sorry to have to say that but. Laura they show was better with you working on it, it needs you. “

“ Hedy that’s sweet but I can’t be within 30 feet of him without being terrified I just can’t I-“

“ Laura.” Mike cut in” Gordon found out George was holding up his contract, that on top of what happened with you, he’s not gonna have a job tommorow.”

She sighed “ Mike that’s great for progress but I can’t, I just can’t do this”

He got this earnest look in his eyes, “Laura, in twenty four hours it is very likely I will be producing the Gordon ford show and I can’t do that shit alone, there is no one I would rather have in my talent manager chair, with my talent board, then you. If you won’t fo it for the show, or for Gordon, do it for me, your friend and professional partner to coke back”

“ Mike there is no for Gordon I” I glance worriedly at Hedy this got awkward fast.

“ Laura I do not care what you and Gordon are getting up to. We’re getting a divorce. The deal always was we’d get married to make our parents happy but if he found someone he wanted to publicly be with that we’d get divorced, and that happened. “

She stopped and thought for a second, her breathing overly defined. She looked over and Lenny was walking toward the group

And it was odd to her to discover she didn’t feel how she did when Gordon walked toward her. she wasn’t thrilled to see him, there was no light.

“ hey Doll, what’s going on” Lenny smirked.

“ Lenny I-“ was she really doing this” I’m sorry I can’t do this any longer. I’m not happy with any of this. Professionally or Personally, this isn’t going to work out and I can’t keep forcing it”

She can see Carr smirk out of this corner of my eye.

“ Laura baby what are you taking about, you know I can’t do this alone honey” Lenny’s eyes are so wide.

Silence stretches on as she looks at the man who saved her.

“ I’m sorry Lenny, it’s all over”

She’s saving herself this time,

She nods at Mike and follows him and Hedy out of the bar.

MNMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

When she arrived to 30 Rock she relived that they said George was getting canned tommorow, he’s still here.

As if sensing her sudden anxiety Hedy put her hand on my arm.

“ you aren’t alone Laura.”

When we made it to the set she makes it a point to stand between Hedy and Mike and when she catches Toledos eye, her gaze holds firm.

Eventually we go to commercial break and Gordon sees me. He gets out of his chair and crosses the room and simply hugs me, and she holds him back just as tight.

“ Laura I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I should’ve done something more but I”

“ Gordon.”She cuts him off “ it’s okay. I’m okay.” Even more now, she chooses not to add.

He pulls away and holds her by the shoulders, “ I I have to go back on air but, don’t run away? I still owe you a drink” he smirks

“ you might owe me a lot more than that Gordy”

He smiles and as he walks back to his seat

“ George. You’re fired. “

Fin

( hello everyone! This is my first time writing and I know it’s an OC no one has any idea who is but I promise with time more will make sense lol. This is the first time I’ve published anything I’ve written so be kind!! I couldn’t decide which point of view to use so I stuck with third person but let me know if that’s weird?? I hope you enjoy! I’d like to reiterate this is how I see the charecters in my mind and I once again don’t know how drug addiction is so I can’t accurately portray that through Lenny. Also I believe in Girl boss Hedy Ford, and she will continue to be a solid part of Gordon’s life and the show, just in this framework the divorce was easier :) I think Mike is a little OOC but I think in more of my stuff he’s better)

[lostuntothisworld]

Gonna add a bit of an add on to this theory:

Felix is in possession of Kagami’s amok, and Kagami is unbeknownst wearing a copy of hers.

Remember Once Upon a Time? That amok went into her ring. An akuma and an amok can share an object, but can one object hold 2 amoks at once? (I have my own theory as to why Adrien has 2 amoks)

Did Felix give her an amok order to stay silent (once again unbeknownst to her)I really really really don’t think Felix is up to any good.

Marinette has a second chance at being a knight in shining armor for a Princess trapped by a cruel parent and dangerous dragon guarding her….

The Marigami endgame is imminent

HELLO MIRACULOUS FANDOM

if u are part of the miraculous fandom PLS DO NOT SCROLL PAST THIS.

I'll try to keep this message short enough, but if you don't want to be really confused in season 6, READ THIS. (and yes there will be pictures)

Do you remember the episode Representation? Of course you do. It was probably one of the best episodes imo. We got some feligami, adrien fighting his father (only to end up in solitary confinement afterwards but forget that), and, of course, confirmation to a very popular fan theory.

HOWEVER. that fan theory is something I need to talk about.

Don't worry, yes, I still do believe that adrien, félix and kagami are all sentis, that is not what the purpose of this message is. Please keep reading.

do you remember him? yes. this is félix. impersonating his shitty father, colt. in this scene , 'colt' is using the peacock miraculous to create a son.

in this scene, the amok is very clearly going into the ring félix has on at all times.

But what, in the entire representation play, has not been shown once?

Émelie using the peacock. Émelie putting the amok into Adrien's rings. Émelie creating a son.

This play is Félix's story, not Adrien's.

Yes, adrien is a sentimonster, but that was never shown here once. Yes, there were peacock feathers in the background of Émelie being pregnant, and yes, Gabriel called Adrien a miracle.

But those were just hints for the audience.

In this scene, here is what 'Gabriel' was saying.

After much study, I have discovered a solution for you and your wife.

This is making it sound like he has just now discovered the peacock miraculous. We as the audience, of course, know that he's lying.

But who was this play meant for, other than us as the all-knowing viewers?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The only in-universe audience member. And let's not forget that this is her very first exposure to the Agreste and Graham de Vanily family history and the senti lore. She doesn't know what we do.

Marinette, upon hearing Gabriel's lie, had no reason to believe he or émelie used the peacock to create Adrien. Marinette, upon hearing Gabriel's lie, had no reason to believe that after Colt created félix, he stole back the peacock miraculous. Marinette, upon watching this play, had no reason to believe that Adrien is a sentimonster, or that the Graham de Vanily rings are significant in any way.

"But then why did she give them back to Adrien?" It's what would have made him happy. It's what Gabriel wanted. It's the last thing she could find in there that Gabriel owned. It's the last known piece of the Agreste family.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has no reason to believe that Émelie used the peacock. In fact, Émelie only appears in this play four times, once as the curious princess, once living a bohemian life with the tailor, once being pregnant, and once giving birth.

And the Graham de Vanily rings? Only when her parents attached them to her necklace, and then as she was getting married! Marinette thinks those are just simple wedding bands, like her parents'!

And now, to recap, this is what everyone knows:

Us, the viewers:

Adrien, Félix, and Kagami are sentimonsters. Gabriel found the miraculous while in Tibet, along with the butterfly. Then, he gave it to Émelie, and she used it to create Adrien, putting the amok in the wedding bands. Afterwards, Gabriel gave the miraculous to Colt, who made Félix, as shown in the play. And, somehow, the peacock found its way over to Kagami's family (possibly her father?) who used it to create her, and put the amok in the ring she wears.

Marinette:

Félix is a sentimonster. Gabriel found the miraculous somewhere (probably Tibet, as that's where it was lost, possibly along with the butterfly). Then, he gave it to Colt in an act of sympathy (strange, those must have been nicer times), but of course not without making a trade. Afterwards, Colt used the peacock to create Félix, and then somehow Gabriel got it back and used it to become Shadowmoth.

Marinette doesn't know that Adrien is a sentimonster.

Reblog to spread the word.

[anaer]

Kaine Parker, #5 (you should take this time to admit that Big Tall Kaine is the best Kaine 😌)

lalalala, i can't hear LIES

1: sexuality headcanon: LOOK I don't have a lot of thoughts on Kaine's sexuality beyond my default EVERYONE is bi, admittedly, but like yes of course he's bi. He's an offshoot of Peter Parker.

2: otp: I don't have one!!! But I'm SUPER hung up on the idea of Matt/Kaine. I feel like Matt Murdock can only fuck people who are bad ideas, and I think Kaine should be one of those bad ideas, it's like fucking Peter but spicier. And also Peter like what the FUCK at Matt is the idea for a fic i WILL one day write. ONE DAY!!!

Also, I think Kaine and Cyclops should fuck because I think Scott Summers should fuck everyone. There is no flaw in this logic.

3: brotp: KAINE AND ARACELY

4: notp: mmmmm...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...Kaine/...Ben???? Yeah, I'mma go with Kaine/Ben.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: I DO NOT FUCK WITH TALL KAINE, I fuck with SAME SIZE AS PETER KAINE, becuase he is a CLONE and that is how CLONING WORKS AND ALSO MY FAVOURITE JOKE DOESN'T WORK IF KAINE IS A DIFFERENT SIZE OKAY, OKAY. SOME PEOPLE WHO I WILL TOTALLY NAME HERE @imperiuswrecked JUST HAVE WORSE TASTE THAN ME.

6: favorite line from this character: TOO MANY TO COUNT, ALL HIS LINES ARE PERFECT "I can talk to spiders" is a GREAT one, but also

What we see here is PEAK Kaine.

7: one way in which I relate to this character: IDK I LOVE HIM HE'S A LOSER

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: HE'S A LOSER, DID I MENTION

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? CINNAMON ROLL, NEVER BEEN PROBLEMATIC IN HIS LIFE

[onemeh]

MmmmmmmmmMMmMMMM

I gotta shower and wash my hair and then do my schoolwork that i have been procrastinating for the whole week of holidays and the week before that when i was sick

It is currently 8 pm

Could i have started earlier? Yes.

Am i now going to bed at presumably 11 30 or smth and be dead tired tomorrow because anything under 8 hours Doesn't Work™️ bevause fuck my sleep schedule?

Fuck yes

[radioves]

may i offer you a gem in these trying times

[baddest-batchers]

No words, just tears 😭

Event Horizon

Chapter Two: Undeath

Chapter WC: 3,306

A/N: Posting this chapter very early bc I just really like it. I'm going to start posting weekly on Fridays from here! There are two more chapters in this prelude, and then it's time for Rex. But first, drama.

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Grief is a strange thing.

It doesn't always hit you when you expect it to. Sometimes it's quiet, like a gentle wave, lapping at your feet. Other times, it's more like a tsunami, a torrent of emotions that sweeps you up and drags you down until you're drowning. 

Grief when you aren’t even supposed to be grieving, when no one around you believes anything to be wrong, feels like a betrayal, like a failure.

And when the ones you mourn are already gone without a trace, grief can feel like a punishment, like a knife in the heart, twisting and turning, making you bleed.

You'd always hated the saying, "time heals all wounds." The idea that time could erase pain, could fix things, was false, and cruel, and unfair. Pain wasn't fixed by time, and neither were the scars it left.

Time did not erase loss, or sorrow, or regret. It didn't lessen the ache in your chest, the empty hole where the one you'd loved, the one who'd shaped you into the person you were today, had once been.

That night after Qui-Gon’s funeral, you’d gone to bed hoping to find solace in sleep. But sleep wouldn't come, and as the hours passed, the pain in your chest had grown. The feeling was familiar, as familiar as the ache in your stomach and the burn of bile in the back of your throat. A thread wrapped tight around your lungs, squeezing until you felt like you couldn’t breathe, until the world started to blur and fade around you.

When you realized what was happening, it was too late to do anything. The thread snapped, the darkness rushed in, and the last thing you heard was the sound of your own voice, crying out in agony.

Yaddle was gone.

You’d felt it. The snuffing out of her life force, so inextricably tied to yours as every other Master and Padawan before you. The line of those you have connected with, those you have shared a part of yourself with, stretching back and back and back, had severed.

As you laid there on the hard stone floor of your bedchamber, it felt like someone had reached into your chest and torn out a piece of your very soul. It hurt. Force, it hurt. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle tensed, your teeth clenched so hard your jaw ached. It was like someone had taken the very thing that made you a Jedi and ripped it away.

You spent the next few hours trying desperately to rationalize what you were feeling. Yes, you were devastated Yaddle had left you behind, yes you had been unmoored by her decision to leave without a word to you, but she had not died. She couldn’t have. It was simply impossible.

Still, the pain wouldn't stop, and so you forced yourself to your feet, and stumbled to your datapad. The message you sent was brief, a simple question, and as the seconds ticked by, the dread in your stomach grew. Even though Yaddle hadn't responded, you held on to the faint hope that perhaps your datapad had failed to send the message and that you would hear from her soon.

But the days went by, and no response ever came.

By the time you were back on Coruscant, waiting outside of the Council chambers to hear the verdict on your permission to take the Trials, you could no longer deny what had happened.

Yaddle was dead, and the Force was a darker place for it.

The pain that followed was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to feel anything, really. All you wanted was to feel numb, to be able to function without the grief consuming you. To be able to walk the halls of the Temple without looking over your shoulder, hoping to see a familiar figure, one with big, kind eyes, and a reassuring smile.

So you had tried to meditate, had tried to center yourself, to connect with the Force, and release your emotions, the way Yaddle and Yoda and Qui-Gon had taught you.

But nothing seemed to work.

And the more you tried, the more frustrated you became. You had been told you were ready, and yet here you were, unable to complete even the simplest of tasks, the tasks every other Jedi took for granted.

You didn't understand it, why you couldn't seem to clear your mind or connect with the Force, and it wasn't long before you became angry.

And when the anger faded, the grief returned.

Over and over, the cycle continued, and you wondered, not for the first time, if you would ever be able to put this behind you. But how could you? The morning after you felt Yaddle pass into the Force, you demanded an audience with the Council. They'd denied your request, of course. Not just the once, but many times over. Until finally, the day before your Trials, they had relented and granted your wish.

But it hadn’t been the answer you'd wanted.

The Council had been sympathetic, but their minds were made up. They had seen no signs of the Dark Side on Coruscant, they'd said. Yaddle had left of her own volition and was certainly not dead, as you had suggested. And if she had truly been taken, the Council had argued, the Dark Side would have revealed itself.

So they had told you to calm down and get some rest.

But the truth was, you didn't want to calm down. You didn't want to rest, and you didn't want to forget. You wanted someone, anyone, to believe you and help you. You wanted to know the truth, and the Council had refused.

So you'd stormed from the room and gone straight to your own, where you had shut the door and locked it behind you. You'd thrown yourself on the bed and cried until your body ached, and you couldn't breathe, and your head throbbed.

And then, when the tears had run out, and the ache in your chest was gone, you had pushed yourself up and set about doing the one thing the Council would never approve of.

The one thing that might just get you thrown out of the Order.

You'd gone digging for answers.

The Archives were the logical place to start, and yet, the more you'd read, the more questions you'd had. So you'd gone to the Holocron vaults and spent hours watching the projections, learning everything you could about the Sith, about their history, and their methods.

The Council knew the Sith were responsible, and yet, they weren’t doing anything about it. It was infuriating, and as the hours passed, the frustration you felt toward the Council began to grow, and the grief lessened. You stayed up all night, reading and researching, until your eyes were dry and sore, and your head was pounding.

You didn’t care. You couldn't sleep, anyway, not until you'd figured it out.

When the time came to begin your Trials, Obi-Wan was sent to fetch you, Anakin in tow. You had no idea why, and frankly, you didn't really care. Obi-Wan had looked concerned and asked if you were okay. When you'd replied that yes, you were fine, and that he shouldn't worry, he hadn't seemed convinced.

You couldn’t blame him. You had looked terrible. You felt even worse.

But when he asked what was going on, you didn’t tell him the truth. The only thing you'd told him was that you'd spent the night before meditating. That was the truth, sort of. You had been meditating, just not on the things the Council would have wanted. 

Obi-Wan hadn’t believed you either, when you told him of Yaddle's death and what you experienced that night. He'd tried to comfort you. He'd told you he was sorry, but there was no doubt in his mind that she had left on her own accord. And then, the last words he'd said to you, the ones that had stung the most.

"It's the grief talking, my friend. I'm sure the Council is right, and Master Yaddle is very much alive."

But they weren’t right, and she wasn’t alive. They were blinded by their own beliefs, and it was infuriating.

So, rather than argue with Obi-Wan, rather than try and convince him to join you, you'd let him go and focused on the task at hand. You'd taken a deep breath, and put on a brave face, and walked into the chamber.

The Trial itself was a blur. Your body was numb, and your thoughts were scattered. It was a miracle you'd even managed to complete the tasks assigned, let alone do so with any amount of grace or speed. By the time it was over, you were exhausted. All you could think about was the Council, and what they were going to do about the Sith.

They'd done nothing.

Nothing, and now Yaddle was gone, and you were all alone.

As you stood before the Council, their faces a mixture of pride and disappointment, and Yoda informed you of your passing, you barely heard a word. They waxed poetic about how you'd grown into a fine young woman, a good Jedi, a credit to your Master and the Order. But all you could think about was how, if Yaddle had lived, she would have been the one to speak the words, and her pride would have shown in her eyes.

As the others filed out, congratulating you on your success, you remained where you were, staring at the empty spot where Yaddle should have been, her green eyes filled with joy, her face lit up by a smile.

But she wasn't there. She would never be there again.

When Obi-Wan and Anakin came over, you barely noticed. The boy was excited, congratulating you, telling you he couldn't wait for his own trials. He grabbed your hand and squeezed, and you managed a smile, but when you met Obi-Wan's eyes and saw the look of concern on his face, the smile faded.

He'd asked again, what was wrong. This time, the lie came easily, and you'd told him you were fine. Just tired, just overwhelmed.

And, for the first time, he'd let it go.

Afterwards, you'd been given a few days of reprieve, a few days to enjoy being a Knight, and prepare for the ceremony, the celebration, the speeches.

You hated it.

Everything reminded you of Yaddle, and the emptiness she'd left behind.

So you had thrown yourself into your studies, and spent your days and nights in the Archives, looking for something, anything, that would give you answers. But there was nothing. No mention of the Sith beyond what you'd already discovered, and no mention of her, either.

It was almost like she'd never existed.

Finally, the day of your knighting ceremony arrived.

Obi-Wan was kind enough to help you get ready, and for that, you were grateful. But the closer it came to the ceremony, the more anxious you felt, and when the time came, the two of you were almost late.

As you sat beside him and watched the others file into the hall, Obi-Wan had leaned in and told you it would be okay. That, whatever you were feeling, it was normal. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you drew blood, and you didn't say a word.

You were supposed to be proud. You were supposed to feel honored. Instead, all you felt was sick, and exhausted, and angry. 

You'd always dreamed of this moment. And yet, as Master Windu spoke, his voice ringing out in the silence, all you could think about was how this had been robbed from Yaddle. It was supposed to be her saber, not Master Windu's, and her words, not his, and her pride.

Mace was a good man and a great leader. You respected him immensely.

But he wasn't her.

You didn't remember much of the ceremony. All you knew was that it felt like a dream. A nightmare, really. When the room finally cleared, and you were alone, Obi-Wan approached. He asked, yet again, if you were alright.

This time, you're honest.

"I'm not," you tell him, shaking your head, your braid clutched firmly in your fist. "I'm not, Obi-Wan. I can't do this. I'm not ready."

Obi-Wan's eyes widen, and he takes a step back, shocked. You can see the hurt in his eyes, and the pity, and it makes your stomach turn.

"You're a Knight now," he replies, his voice filled with confusion. "The Council wouldn't have given you the title if they didn't think—"

"They were wrong."

He looks taken aback, his eyes searching yours. "You passed your Trials," he insists.

"It doesn't matter," you reply. The anger inside you starts to rise, and it feels like a fire, burning in the pit of your stomach. It's the same anger you've felt since the night Yaddle died. The anger that won't go away.

"What are you talking about?"

"None of this matters," you retort, sweeping your arm out, gesturing to the room. "Not if we're too blind to see what's going on, not if the Sith are right under our noses."

"You can't say that."

Your eyes narrow. "Why not?"

"Because it's treasonous," he snaps.

"I don't care."

"Well, you should."

You look down and take a shaky breath. It wouldn't do either of you any good to lose your temper.

"She's gone, Obi-Wan," you whisper. "She's gone, and the Council won't admit it, won't do anything about it, and it's not right. It's not fair. I...I can't just forget that."

Obi-Wan hesitates, and then, slowly, reaches out. You allow him to take your hands in his, and he gives yours a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"I just want the truth," you admit, looking up and meeting his eyes. "That's all I want."

"I know." 

He lets go and steps back. You can feel the distance between you grow, as sure as if there were an actual, physical thing separating you, a wall that is rising up.

"Maybe...maybe the Council is right," he says quietly, his expression grim.

You recoil. A flash of anger, and then disbelief, and hurt, all cross your face, and your jaw clenches.

"Are you serious?"

"The Sith have not been seen in a millennia," he explains, and you can hear the regret in his voice. "If Master Yaddle had truly been taken, surely the Dark Side would have made itself known by now."

You scoff. "So you're saying you don't believe me?"

"No," he says, shaking his head, his brow furrowed. "I'm saying maybe you're jumping to conclusions. I'm saying maybe...maybe you're too close. You cared for her, more than most."

"And what's wrong with that? Are we not supposed to care, Obi-Wan?"

"Of course we are. But—"

"Then why are you—why are you saying these things?"

He hesitates, and then sighs.

"Because if there really are more Sith," he begins slowly, "and I do not believe there are, but if there are, we must remain focused. We can't afford to be distracted. To give into our emotions regarding our attachments.”

"Are you saying I'm not focused?" you ask, and the anger begins to rise again, the heat spreading through your body, making your face flush.

"No. But I am worried about you."

You turn away. "Well, don't be."

"You're not thinking clearly, my friend. You need rest. You've been going nonstop, ever since..."

You spin back, eyes narrowed. "Ever since she died, you mean?"

He winces, and his mouth tightens into a thin line. He doesn't meet your gaze, and instead looks down, his shoulders tense.

"I'm not giving up on her," you declare. "Not now, not ever. I'm going to find the people who did this, and I'm going to make them pay."

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. He shakes his head, and you realize then just how angry you sound. How dangerous, how unstable. You hadn't meant for it to come out that way, but there it is. The truth, laid bare before you.

When he opens his eyes, the disappointment in his expression is clear.

"We have a duty," he says carefully. "A responsibility. To the galaxy, to the Order."

"A duty?" you snap. "To do what, exactly? Sit around and do nothing? To ignore what's happening, pretend that nothing is wrong?"

"Of course not."

"Then what?"

"Our duty is to the Republic," he replies. "And to the people, to keep them safe."

"And what if the Republic is corrupt?"

Obi-Wan takes a step back, and looks at you. Really looks, his gaze boring into you. You can see the hurt in his eyes, the confusion, the disbelief. He's searching for the answer, the solution, the right thing to say to talk you off the precipice you find yourself standing on, and you can't stand it. You don't want him to tell you it's okay, because it's not.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, his voice low, his tone pleading. "Why are you pushing me away?"

"I'm not," you insist. "I'm just...I'm trying to do what's right. I'm trying to get to the bottom of this."

"By betraying the Order?"

"It's not a betrayal if I'm right," you retort.

"The Council has already spoken. They don't believe there's any merit to your accusations. Are you saying you disagree?"

"I'm saying I need to find out the truth for myself."

"How?"

You falter, and the anger ebbs, replaced by something else, a mixture of guilt and fear, and a little bit of shame.

"I—I'm not sure," you admit, and the words hang between you.

For a long moment, the two of you stand in silence, neither one moving, neither one wanting to break the stillness.

And then, Obi-Wan sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. "Well," he says quietly, "when you figure it out, let me know. Until then, I have my own responsibilities, and I can't afford to waste any more time."

"Obi-Wan," you reach for him, but he steps out of your reach, and turns toward the door.

"It's alright," he says, and despite the kindness in his voice, there is a hard edge to his words. "You've always been different, but the Council didn't take that into consideration. Perhaps they shouldn't have passed you, after all."

You flinch, and your mouth falls open, shocked. You're speechless, and as the words sink in, your heart sinks with them.

"That's not fair."

"Neither is the truth, evidently," he retorts, and turns away, walking briskly across the room.

Obi-Wan doesn't stop, and doesn't look back, and soon he's gone.

Alone, in the dimly lit room, with only the hum of the lights overhead and the faint sound of your trembling breaths, you feel a sense of loneliness like you've never felt before.

You are alone, and it is the Council's fault, and it is the Sith's fault, and it is Obi-Wan's fault, for not believing you, for not listening, for walking away.

Angry tears blur your vision, and you blink rapidly, willing them to disappear. But they won't, and before you know it, they're streaming down your cheeks. You wipe at them furiously, your cheeks burning, and your throat tight.

You have never felt more helpless in your entire life.

The darkness is creeping in, and you know that, soon, it will overwhelm you. You don't want to feel the pain, the grief, the betrayal, and the anger. You want to feel something else. Anything else.

You want to feel numb.

And there is only one place where you know you can do that.

So you pull your hood up, and step into the night.

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Omg I love your vampire Miles! Always brings a smile to my face whenever I see your post!

Quick question, how do the others react to finding out Miles is a fruit vampire bat? Such as Maya and Pearl?

I'm glad you're enjoying it! It is worth noting that @autisticvampireclub and @cujotheloyalheartdog actually came up with the Fruit bat Miles au. I'm just running with it!

Maya's made jokes about Edgeworth being a vampire for Months. Encouraged by the fact that Phoenix was always like 'haha yeah he is' so she just thought they were having a good lark. After all- vampires aren't real.

She's the one who finds videos of Miles fruit bat form stuffing his face with banana at the wildlife rescue. She laughs and shows Phoenix it (sometime during the third game) because 'doesn't this little guy remind you of Edgeworth?

Phoenix goes very white when he sees the 'broken wing' thing and goes 'that IS Edgeworth' and runs off to make a phonecall because FUCK Miles broke his arm and is trapped at a wildlife rescue. Maya stands there with her phone and the almost two year old video like '... WAIT HE ACTUALLY IS A VAMPIRE?! NICK COME BACK EXPLAIN NOW!'

Pearl finds out cause she comes into the office one day and sees a bat sleeping from Mr. Nick's coat rack. She stares and stares at him. Slowly raises up a broom. He opens his eyes just in time to see Pearl, in the office, with the broom- ready to murder him.

She screams as she smacks him. He transforms back in a panic, NGHNOOOOO ing all the way. She blinks. "Mr. Eh-ji-worth?"

He is So jetlagged and half awake as Phoenix and him (but mostly Phoenix) tries to explain what's going on. Pearl has no concept of Vampires. They do their best. Phoenix offers Miles some consoling fruit which he eats while falling asleep.

Pearl doesn't really understand most vampires are Proper Vampire bats, not fruit bats like Miles. Every time Franziska comes to visit Maya she gets the full force of Pearls death glare and a bowl of fruit. Franziska doesn't know what that means but she's pretty sure its threatening.

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random poem

Why are you          So melancholy? Isn't it enough    To live and                            be?  My dear pain,              I do not know myself   What are the words To find comfort                                In sadness?  And so I let myself               Get washed away             Deep into an ocean Taken                    By the waves