#Plus he died in an explosion so the fire would be fun to add on

[puppetmaster13u]

Halfa Jason Design

Specifically in thoughts to This but honestly might use it for other things too

[the-acid-pear]

I just can't get enough it seems, time to start the next Baki the Grappler book!

It seems that this one will take on the saga i saw on the anime (at least by the end) so that's exciting

Chapter 1

First off quality is SHIT lmao

Yesss i remember this. I still think that shit about everyone trembling is a lil... Mmmm bullshit.

Baki be like <:] but in a smug way

Look at Tokugawa my man

OH RIGHT HE LEFT THE TOURNAMENT WITH A CAST

This feels so random

Oh right the synchronicity shit

Baki is so -_- in this manga

Look at the old timer go

YEAH FR TOKUGAWA JUST BROUGHT EXPLOSIVES TO A SCHOOL FULL OF CHILDREN TO MAKE A SHITTY ANALOGY SHSHWKWGGE FREAK OLD MAN

Chapter 2

Ahegao

Epic grandpa

HO NICE

Mf really swam thru the Pacific ocean

Chapter 3

Huh i thought he was Scottish

This random guy was pretty interesting looking, the one executing Doyle

Fucked up shit how they still do this stuff

King, i can somehow still remember his voice in particular fsr

Also since no one reads this i will say it: Doyle does NOT look white ahagdbafhsdbc

I like that he didn't bother killing the doctor

Is that Strydum? 🥺👉👈

Chapter 4

Shagddjd i was going to say that, this dude could have easily taken a different path from violence

GAARN? MY MAN? MY BELOVED GARLAND? IS HE ALIVE STILL?!

FFS NOT FOR LONG HHH LOOK HOW THEY MASSACRED MY BOY...

I mean it's fair, Sirkosky uses weapons, but man, Garland... :'/

This all hits so different once you know the characters :]]]

Chapter 5

That pic is still so brutal

What an absolute troll shsshwgxgd

Also fun fact when i watched the anime i didn't pay much attention at first so I assumed the Russian was Spec (i didn't even know Sirkosky's name)

I love how that was unnecessary shagdhsr

ADAGDFAGAFAD this guy was also great

Spec was fucking insane man aggsggahsfg

I love he's full of tattoos

The absolutely king

OH RIGHT Spec is sus *laugh track*

Chapter 6

Oh hell yeah, grandpa's ex

Baki tf you doing there in the cover you madlad

...bottom storage.

THEY ARE SO MEAN LEAVE HIS SHORT ASS ALONE SHSGJSGS

He's my size btw

Was there a motive for him to be naked or was he just a freak btw?

I love the shape of his eyes ngl

I love how scared the guards are while he just calmly rambles

I don't wanna call yanagi my grandpa because i think yanagi can get it and it would be like calling him daddy but the Gilf™ is Dorian man life is so hard when you are me

I love Yanagi's face lol he's handsome

Chapter 7

Poor Baki lmao he just got better from the maximum tournament and now this

Lmao Baki has a point

Unnecessary, Doyle

Chapter 8

I love how they were recruiting dangerous mfs to beat up this random guy bc his vibes are fucked up

This guy looked a lot like jack

You gotta be brave to shove a knife that sharp into your pants

I love how Baki literally did nothing to em

Baki's face just looks wrong this isn't my beloved child

Imagine you are about to fight this mf and he just shoves his hand inside his pants

Chapter 9

This dude really looks like, fully japanese jack hanma

JWGWKEGWKSGE I LOVE HIM

I love how Spec just showed up dressed up as a fucking monk or something

Chapter 10

You guys know, Dorian reminds me of my now dead great grandfather, with the moustache look even more.

Not impressed, 15 yo Hanayama did the same when throwing a tantrum

He's so insane i luv him

Okay but look at the cut of that outfit look at how well it hugs his chest and waist but flows bellow... Spec my dude you could have been a mad good model 😐 he's even giving me gender envy! 🥺

I love how Baki used both his hands for the handshake

Chapter 11

Ho, speak of the devil, i was just talking of this fucker with Blood

Mf got so old

I like how there was no motive for him to be naked he literally is just Like That

Also it's from here that he got that wasp waist lmao

Mf just flexing at this point lmao

GRANDPA!! <3

Yanagi got cake

That's so unnecessary rude, obsessed. Also, as if you weren't old Yanagi. I see why they broke up now ;/

Chapter 12

11 and 12 are the same fsr

Chapter 13

I honestly wonder where these prisoners got their clothes, like, aside from Doyle that one time everyone else is never shown shopping or even owning money

Also i love the fact that on a daily basis i dress the same as Spec, that definitely says something bout me jagsjsgwhwfwg 😭

To be honest, considering the size of Spec's body, they should definitely feed him more

He didn't wash his hands 😢

Dick and balls too strong ajgshsgsg

I love how fucking, polite he is.

Oh i see, i thought he might have stolen a wallet or something but nah

Btw i genuinely don't remember shit JAGSKSGWJGS even if it watched the anime i forgot most of this

Chapter 14

GOD the way the anime butchered Katsumi, he's so handsome in the manga in comparison 😐

Also i like how they aren't explaining this like, Katsumi was the one who lost, did he wait until Retsu was okay to fight again in HIS ("") dojo?!

RETSU STOP DOING THESE SORT OF TRICKS THAT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE AJDGSJSG

HE'S JUST BUILT DIFFERENT

Okay he actually explained, oddly nice of Retsu to accept tho

Hoho this scene hits different now that i know and like Katsumi

Also I'm not even gonna question where Doppo is, dude is never just around skdgksgd

Chapter 15

I love this genre of cover

WHITE BOY SJDGSJGSHS-

I love that retsu is just watching, he's still an asshole QJGSJSGWH

If i didn't know Katsumi I would say he died

I did actually think he had died when watching the anime

Retsu still has his thicc ass i see

Chapter 16

See all this makes sense now that i know retsu and the shit he has seen and been thru!

Angry lad, lucky his hair didn't burn

I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE HE EXTINGUISHED THE FIRE WITH HIS SCREAM

Chapter 17

Ahegao in the cover

I'm looking at the pages and I'm obsessed with Doppo being described as a "bold, badass karate master", it's so accurate <3

Also Igari being called eccentric, and the mention he defeated Mount Toba!! <3

Baki is slowly looking more like Baki

"my mother is dying"

Tasks keep failing successfully

Chapter 18

mAh boy...

That happens and it's the worst

Musashi you good boy 🥺

Chapter 19

Igari <33

That's insane

Chapter 20

I love that Igari looks legitimately worried and sad, not sweating tho

I love how he didn't have any serious damage until the punches like, okay.

Poor Igari tho

DID HE CHEW EM OFF OR SOMETHING? SHSHWGEGCH

Was anybody going to tell me is Sikorsky and not Sirkosky?

Also i love how legitimately scared Tokugawa is, probably more than when Yujiro picked him up

Chapter 21

The heights are so off in this saga

Oh my fucking god i didn't know Spec was 221

Either heights are all over the place or Yanagi is not 160

Either way HOW CAN YOU BE THAT SMALL? 🤣

GAFSFWEAD Tokugawa like "i own this place 😐"

Doyle is still the most decent one of the bunch

URSURSUTSUSTSRU

LOOK AT YANAGI DORIAN AND SIKORSKY ALREADY GETTING THEIR HANDS READY SBDGSHW

I googled how big Andreas from the tournament was and like, 2.40 😦

LET'S GOOOOO EVEN WITH A BEARD OMFG 😳😳😳

I see Hanayama descended into alcoholism after losing in the tournament. Also tf is with that bag? Was he hiking or something?

Jsgsjsgd Shibukawa is so excited too

I think this is chronically the first time Doppo appears with fully casual clothes, usually he either was in a suit or in his karate uniform

I'm straight up simping to the public now sgsjsgwhw

Chapter 22

LOOK AT THESE DUDES..... 💞

FUCK I WAS GONNA SAY THERE WERE MORE BAD THAN GOOD GUYS THEN LOOKED DOWN AND REALIZED THAT NO, SHIBUKAWA WAS JUST NEARLY OUT OF FRAME 😭

They all look so upset about that information

SIKORSKY NAME GOT SPELLED AS SILCOSKI...

Looking at them drives me insane i developed such a bond with all these fighters

I haven't seen Doppo this excited since last time his wife showed up

BAKI SWEARING?! 😰

How did Tokugawa grab Baki's shoulder?

ALSO WHY TF IS BAKI SO SURPRISED AS IF HE DIDNT GO AROUND BEATING UP PEOPLE WHEN HE WAS 13...

Don't worry Baki y'all will, Tokyo is not that big it seems

Shibukawa swearing 😨

"Imagine being mid but and Spec pulls up on you" "imagine having sex and she takes the mask and it's fucking Spec"

To be fair i would fuck a 2.21 muscular lady without going "hmmm this doesn't seem like a good idea..." in any moment

Chapter 23

I love how Dorian is just looking up

ACTUALLY ALL THEIR STANCES, Yanagi making dead eye contact with Gouki, Sikorsky with a firm pose just as Hanayama, Doyle with hiss chest up but eyes down giving a sense of pride, and, well, then there's Spec being Spec.

I like seeing Sikorsky having fun

I love Spec he played so smart SGSGSGS

😳 love wins!

Oh i had already forgotten about the dojo

Old man Dorian just has that effect on people

Threesome i see /j

He really was just fucking hiking i would love if they ever explained that ough 🥺

Did his facial hair just disappear?? STSGSFSD

BWHEKEGWJG THEY REALLY JUST FORGOT TO ADD IT FOR ONE PANEL IM OBSESSED

Such a good kick tho

The relationship these men can have is so oddly nice like not Doppo and Retsu specifically but all of the fighters in general. Like many of them barely know each other, but they all know their fighting styles and respect each other, plus have no reason to be in bad terms with one another and specially not now that they are all fighting for the same cause. It's just so nice to see em idk JAGSHS

Hey Igari.

Chapter 24

Thank God Doppo went <3 again it had been so long

Babe are you okay? You hadn't put a lil heart in your speech bubble for a while...

King really punched the fire

I will chose to believe that's true bc it's impressive 😍

You know it's funny like, Katsumi is mad good but he doesn't has as much experience as his dad and that leaves him in disvantage

Hehe i remember that guy

The manga is so much better than the anime ffs

I love that he didn't even realize

Chapter 25

Manga i don't think that's science

Also Baki just chilling with some doves lmao

I'm looking thru old messages see how my og reaction to this was

Huh i found nothing, that's odd. Well my reaction would have probably been like NOOOOO anyway so, y'all can imagine it

You left my dilf handless you fucking asshole good thing he has a wife

Imagine this dude cuts your hand and then just flexes his knowledge about science or whatever

HSSGGSFS THEY FIXED THE NO BEARD ERROR

Illiterate king <3

A guy did this to me once btw!!! Obviously in way smaller scale but he just touched something and the bleeding soon stopped!!!!

Honestly that's the most huge dick energy thing Doppo has ever done

Pfff I'm starting to remember why i liked Doppo so much 🥴

Bitches confused over him running away, tf was he supposed to do? He played it smart since there are no rules

Though yeah an eye and NOW a hand, insane

Chapter 26

Sjshhdhsn tanuki?

Oh, fox, he was calling him slick

Manga is pretty faster than the anime

Chapter 27

Where's your honor, Igari...

He is right sadly enough 😔

Oh i keep forgetting Igari's nature, he was probably trying to pull his silly little tricks again

This is just brutal honestly

Hehe this time i didn't get scared ☺️

I like that at least I'm not the only one who needs their mind off the gutter

Chapter 28

Love seeing em datin <3

He's so aggressive accidentally i love these dorks sm 😍🥺💞

SPEC FFS SJGDHWGW

Chapter 29

SPEC FOR FUCKS SAKE SJSVSJWGSH

Hanayama is such a real bro man

I LOVE THAT HE WAS JUST STALKING BAKI TOO BTW SJDGJDGDHSBDGDGS

To think i will still love hanayama but for entirely different reasons 😌

Chapter 30

Kaoru looks different but idk how

What the fuck is Spec even saying?

The fact that that makes no sense, i still love it a lot tho.

ALSO I ADORE HOW QUIET HANAYAMA IS WHEN FIGHTING

Okay Spec really has a point it really is beautiful

GOD I'M STARTING TO UNDERSTAND THESE CHARACTERS TOO MUCH I NEED HELP AJDGSJSGSHS 😭

But it's beautiful in the sense like, look how built he is! Look at all those scars!!! It IS beautiful it's a masterpiece!!!!!!!

"i choose to believe this is how hanayama always undresses" KSHSKDGSJ THE AMOUNT OF SUITS THIS MAN DESTROYS.. OBSESSED

Though yeah Hanayama in general is also beautiful isn't he?

Chapter 31

I would sob man look at him. Look at Shiba.

NO ONE RISKS HIS LIFE MORE THAN SHIBA YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I STILL HOLD A LOT OF RESPECT FOR HIM!

A BENCH...

I really don't get why he's letting himself get hit, is he just flexing?

I cannot way to see him do his Technique ™

Chapter 32

Manga is so much superior to the anime, like, i haven't complained about Spec even once bc he isn't annoying anyone, in the anime he was so infuriating!!

I love when they just steal their standing poses sjsgjssgsh

That distortion effect so good

Chapter 33

I still think it's weird they used humans and not machines, though it was effective

I love how Spec managed to punch that statue without calling the attention of much people that's impressive

And i love that he keeps saying man he sounds like me with bro

Hanayama my beloved

Chapter 34

Yeah I'm not reading all that 😐

Oh this explains the holes in his clothes

[damn-stark]

All That’s Left Ch.4

Star Wars Au

A/N-I hope you guys like how this chapter turned out! Cause I know I did :) leave your thoughts!

Warning- violence, swearing, angst, some fluff, Slow burn, long chapter.

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

————

“Hello, sister.”

“Armitage” you deadpan, avoiding the shocked stares coming from your crew.

“Should’ve known you would be among the scum.” He smirks. “Well fun is over I’m afraid, it’s time I take you home.”

You step forward and speak bluntly, “no.”

“No?” Armitage looks at the crowd and frowns, “You have no one here, you’re alone. Come home with me sister. Where you belong. Snoke is anxious to meet you.”

“No.”

His jaw tightens, but continues to remain his collected, poised self. “The resistance doesn’t promise your survival. You do know you’ll die once you provide what you possess.” He steps up making Ben move closer to you protectively. “But not with us. After we take what we need you’ll be free to go and live your life. Free from the order...I’ll even go with you. Isn’t that what you want?”

A moment of hesitation hits you at his words, he knew exactly what to say to pull the strings of your heart, to convince you. But even if what he said sounded promising, you couldn’t believe him. As much as it hurt. You needed and were going to do the right thing. “I’m sorry Armitage, but I don’t trust you...I’m not going with you.”

Armitage sighs loudly and takes a step towards you, “Amara is dead. Who do you have here? No one, you’re alone. But not if you come back with me. You’re my sister. My responsibility.”

You swallow thickly and lower your gaze, your decision not changing. “I’m doing the right thing for the galaxy and me. I’m not going back.”

Armitage exhales deeply, a scowl replacing the expressionless demeanor on his features as he decided that he was done asking. “Take her and the traitor.”

The Stormtroopers don’t hesitate to listen to their master and march directly towards you and Finn. A mission that came to a quick end as Ben completely stepped in front of you with his lightsaber activated.

“Always protected, sister.” Armitage sighed, “mother, Amara and now this fool. That’s why you’ve always been weak, why you’re a coward.”

Tears pool in your eyes as you’re left speechless. He’s always been like this, you should've known that nothing he said before was sincere.

“Just leave her alone.” Poe defended you, instantly making you look over at him in shock. “You heard her, she doesn’t want to go with you. Leave while you still can.”

Armitage smirked mischievously, his eyes falling on Poe’s, “and the list keeps growing.”

The tears that stung your eyes finally rolled down your cheek. You knew that what he was going to say was going to be anything but nice, especially after you rejected his offer, but the words still hurt. Like the first time he said them to you. It left you speechless and unable to defend yourself—like always—maybe what he said was right.

Before you even had the chance to respond or act on the problem some of the stormtroopers continue to move towards you. Until they were all suddenly flung back. A small gasp escaping your lips at the action, Poe and the rest of your crew seeming to share your same response at the sudden action. All except for Ben.

Armitage looked back at the troopers and then at Ben, his eyes expressing surprise and fear. It made you smile, something that didn’t last as the troopers got back up and got ready to shoot their attacker—the thought to help out Ben take out the stormtroopers crossed your mind, but the guilt and knowing they were human under those uniforms made you quickly brush away your thought.

Leaving you to watch as Ben single handily took out the troopers without moving from his spot, watching as Armitage was lifted from the ground and his hands reached to grab the invisible hold around his throat. A look of horror expressed on your features.

“Ben.” You quickly called out. “Stop.”

Everything stayed the same, expect now Armitage tried to gasp for the little air he could get in his lungs. His eyes desperately glancing at you to make Ben stop.

“Ben, stop!” You bellowed while trying to pull back the hand Ben had extended out to do said violent action. “Leave him alone!”

“I don’t want to see you or any of your stormtroopers after us again. You understand?” Ben told Armitage in an unrecognizable voice.

“Ben!”

Said man glanced at you for a brief moment and then let Armitage drop to the ground. The ginger looking unkept as he gasped for air, not responding but simply ignoring Ben altogether.

“What’s your problem?” You hissed at Ben. Receiving nothing but a glare as a response, his attention quickly stolen by the Falcon flying in.

Before you disappeared into the old ship, you gave Armitage one last glance and frowned, his words not letting you feel bad for what had happened. “That’s why you got bit and why Amara died. Because you’re weak!”

You swallowed thickly and looked away, an ominous black ship parked in the distance catching your eye before the ramp closed.

——

It was closer now. The time you had left was coming to an end. And knowing that didn’t help the pit you felt in your stomach, didn’t help the nerves that were eating you alive. The scary part wasn’t that you were going to give the galaxy a new hope, it was the not getting to live a life what messed with your head. There had to be more out there than just violence and flesh-eating monsters right?

But then again maybe this was Karma for what you were born into. A feared Order that wants nothing but destruction. Dying this way was just Karma paying back.

“I did it for you, Poe. Because I knew that if you found out you wouldn’t report it.”

Okay. First, yes, you tried not to eavesdrop onto Poe’s and Zorii’s argument, but avoiding their argument was hard, especially when they argued so close. And especially when the argument had to do with you...sorta. So, yes there was no choice but to discreetly listen in while Finn and you pretended to be busy with something else.

“Because it isn’t your news to tell, Zorii. Why don’t you understand that? You had to tell me first! Not just go run your mouth for some credits.”

Zorii glared at Poe, her demeanor not faltering for a single minute. A trait you admired about her. She wasn’t easy to put down or scare. She was head-strong and confident. Immediate comebacks that were thrown at her.

If only you could be like her.

“Why don’t you understand I did it for us? So I had enough money to get a different ship and leave together. Don’t you want that?

Poe put his hands on his hips and sighed, his shoulders dropping as he tried to be more understanding and calm. “I’ve told you already that I can’t leave this fight. I know you prefer to go rogue, but I can’t and won’t. I’m sorry.”

Zorii took a moment to respond, the now cold tone in her voice making what she was meaning and how she felt obvious. “So, then I guess this is it.”

Before either Finn or you could hear what Poe had to respond, multiple red lights went off in the Falcon, said ship shaking violently before it quickly began to fall into the planet. Forcing you to grab onto the table in front of you for stability, repeatedly hoping that a simple crash wasn’t going to take you out. Not when you were close to your destination.

Right as you were going to try and complain to Ben, the ship came to a sudden stop. The two pilots guilty of making said destruction rushed out of the cockpit and rushed outside. And of course the rest of the crew and you followed after them, your lips immediately parting at the sight of the Falcon on fire.

“It’s on fire.” Poe panicked, “all of it is on fire.”

“Really, Dameron? I wouldn’t have guessed it if you hadn’t so obviously pointed it out.” Ben retorted sarcastically.

Poe cocked his head to the side and glared at the tall dark haired man. “You know, complain all you want about Y/N lightspeed skipping the Falcon, at least she didn’t set it on fire like you and Rey.”

Your eyes widen at Poe’s comeback, instantly getting the feeling to laugh, but having to hold it back as you noticed Ben’s death glare.

Ignoring him however you dared to make a comment. “That’s right. Because I’m the best pilot.”

Poe glanced at you with a sly grin, “that’s still up for debate.”

You turn and shrug, “eh, no, you’ve said it yourself. At least I didn’t burn the ship.”

“That—”

“We don’t have time, let’s extinguish this fire and fix the ship. We’re almost at base.” Ben interrupted. “We can’t lose focus now.”

——

“We’re right here. Texas.” Ben pointed on the map, “my mother’s base is up here, in this state called Oregon. We can make it. It isn’t far.”

Rey shook her head and backed away from the table, her arms crossed on her chest and a perplexed look on her face. “We won’t. Unless you want us to die from an explosion the moment we start this ship. Plus we’re very low on fuel and we don’t have the parts. We have to go on foot.”

Great. The problems just keep piling on.

“No.” Poe added, “we’ll never make it on foot. It will take us months. We have to get something to travel on.”

“Whatever we use also needs fuel. We don’t have that remember?” Ben remarked.

“Then we collect it. People always leave stuff unchecked.” You speak up, making all eyes fall on you.

“She’s right.” Finn adds, “there's another camp not far from here that’s allied with the resistance. Admiral Haldo is in charge. We just collect enough to make it there and get what we need to make it to the base camp.”

“Sounds like a plan. But how do we get our mode of transportation?” Poe asks. “I can go search for something.”

Ben parts his lips to say something but Rey beats him to it. “It’s dark out. It’s too dangerous now but you can at first light.”

Poe nods, his eyes finding you next to Ben, “y/n, do you want to come? I need someone to watch my back.”

Wait, what?

Your eyes part away from the map to land on Poe, feeling surprised that he would ask you first, instead of...I don’t know, Finn, or Zorii. He was your friend, yes, but he barely knew you. Why would he ask you first?

Regardless and desperately wanting out you accept before Ben also had anything to say against it.“Yeah, sure.” You grin, immediately feeling Ben glare daggers at you. And as you heard him open his mouth you cut him off. “I’m going to start a fire.”

——

“Excuse me, but who gave you permission to go risk your life with Dameron?” Ben argued as he stormed after you.

You scoff but don’t stop or turn, “myself. You’re not my father or anyone to be giving me orders. I can take care of myself.”

“Really? Because lately you’ve proven otherwise.”

“Look—”

“Shut up.” Ben rudely interrupts, prompting you to spin back and glare at him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Shut up, I hear something.”

In a swift motion you turn towards the direction of the noise and pull out your Vibroblade, breaking it apart and turning it into twin blades. The rustling got louder the closer it got.

You try and search for red eyes in between the darkness but nothing shines, the noise only gets closer. Ben tries to pull you back, but you rip your arm away from his grasp, inching closer and closer until out of the darkness the creature you had heard jumps out. Revealing nothing but a cute animal.

“Aww, Ben were you scared of a cute little animal?” You tease as you turn to face him with a cocky grin. “Don’t worry I don’t think that cute little deer can eat you. If it tries I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”

Ben just shoots you glare before he huffs away.

——

“Ok, craziest thing you’ve done before, doesn't matter if it was before or after the outbreak.” Poe explains as he shoves a piece of cooked meat into his mouth and points his finger directly at you. “You, y/n, go.”

“Really? pick the new member, cheap move.” You sigh but continue, hugging yourself tighter as a cold breeze hit you, “uhmm, well I guess it would have to be lightspeed skipping the Falcon.”

Rey looks up at you, her narrowed gaze basked by the fire. “That was not crazy, that was a stupid move. You could’ve killed us all.”

“Did you die?” You shot back.

Rey’s lips part, your comeback catching her by surprise and causing her to fumble for a brief moment. “Don’t do it again.”

Will there even be a next time?

“Well I for one thought it was a pretty awesome move.” Zorii defends you, making you smile shyly.

“Thank you.” You then glance at Ben and direct your comment at him, “at least someone here appreciates what I did.”

“Hey, what about me? I was the first one to compliment you on that.” Poe interjected.

You blink to meet his gaze across the fire, a half smile on your lips and a heat creeping on your cheeks at his comment. (Or was that the heat from the fire?) “Yeah, I guess you did.” You joke before tearing your gaze away when you felt Zorii look between Poe and you.

“Well, I have some crazy story I haven’t told yet.” Poe begins enthusiastically, making everyone around him groan in annoyance.

Finn leans in and whispers in your ear about the subject at hand, “he’s full of shit. Half of the stuff he tells isn’t even true. He’s just trying to impress everyone.”

You slide your eyes to the side to meet Finn’s gaze, the both of you beginning to snicker as the pilot begins his story—regardless of Finn’s warning, you got hooked and listen to every word Poe said about his dreadnought story, the whole vibe that was happening right now, reminding you when your sister would tell her stories to passing people that would join your group from time to time. Their would be new stories each night, never the same and almost all of them made up.

But as entertaining as Poe’s story was you couldn’t help but glance at Ben, who seemed to be lost in his own head, his eyes glossy and focused on the gold dices he held in between the pads of his fingers. Even if he was rude to some extent, the way he was now, quiet and somewhat relaxed reminded you of your brother Armitage. Him just like Ben had their anger problems that could become excessive sometimes, but in the quiet times they appeared harmless, somewhat nice and approachable. Maybe that’s why Ben was so easy to talk to and get angry at. He reminded you of your brother…..

Ew.

The moment you were going to attempt to talk to Ben solo, you felt someone sit beside you and a place a jacket on your shoulders, the warmth evading the cold you felt before. When you turned your head you noticed that it was, Poe. Said man offering you a warm smile and a witty comment.

“Couldn’t stand your chattering teeth.”

You roll your eyes and smile, “sorry, did it get in the way of your intense storytelling?”

“The person I was trying to impress wasn’t paying attention anymore, so I stopped.”

You snort, “who, Ben? Well sorry to break it to you, but I don’t think he was ever paying attention.”

Poe chuckles and plays along, “wells that’s a shame, told my best story for nothing then.”

“Better luck next time.” You grin.

Right when Poe was going to say something, a tall shadow covered Poe and you, both of you looking up to see no one other then Ben, his glare fixated on Poe. “Y/N, you and me are up for first the lookout shift. Let’s go and leave Dameron alone. He has to wake up early tomorrow, you don’t want him sleeping on the job.”

“Yeah...okay.” You push yourself off the log and offer Poe an apologetic smile, “goodnight, Poe.”

“Good night y/n. Remember first light tomorrow don’t forget.”

You quirk your eyebrow and smirk, “I won’t. Best you not forget though.”

Poe scoffs, “I won’t.”

——

The soft orange hues of the sun rising in the horizon brightens your smile and illuminates the eagerness that plays on your features when you finally spot a car a couple feet away. Hope filling your whole being, not only because you were going to find what you needed so early on into the trip, but it meant that the fear you felt of running into danger with so little backup wouldn’t turn into a real terrifying scenario.

Even the little orange and white droid seemed to be hopeful on your find as he quickly rolled over to said object. An action you didn’t hesitate to follow, making Poe rush to catch up to the both of you in case anything surprised you that neither the droid or you caught in your eager spirit.

But just as everything else, as soon as you reached the red car you came to a disappointing turnout since the battery was missing from within the car. “Stars.” You groan.

Poe sighs behind you, his little droid seeming to copy his sound of disappointment—“Let’s continue down the road, we’ll come across something eventually.”

You nod and continue down the paved road in a surprisingly comforting silence, unaware of the stolen glances Poe would give you. That exact moment going on for a moment longer until you got reminded of something that made you glance at Poe, who was quick to look away as he saw you look his way.

“Oh yeah, I forgot last night,” you begin as you shrug your backpack strap off your shoulder to take his jacket out, “your jacket. Thank you for letting me use it.”

Poe glances at your outstretched hand and what you had to offer, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he pushed your hand back towards you. “Keep it. It suits you.”

You meet his gaze and smile, “are you sure?”

“Damn sure.”

Deciding to put the jacket on you add one more thing that had been pestering you all night. “I do want to say, uhm I hope your girlfriend doesn’t get mad that we came here together. I don’t want to cause any problems.”

Poe strokes his beard and responds quite quickly, “no, no it’s fine,” he didn’t know why he had the urge to further explain himself, but he did. “I think Zorii and I have been out of it for a while. Not that I don’t love her because I do, in a more platonic way now, I mean she’s always going to be special. It’s just we both haven’t been like we once were for a long time.” He pauses and sighs, his gaze distant as he chose to continue.

“The only reason why we were together now was not because we had feelings for one another, but because we felt obligated to be together because of our past and the thought that there wasn't going to be anyone else or anything else in the new strange galaxy that is now our reality.” His eyes met yours, the orange hue that basked his face letting you see how brown his eyes were under the sun. It’s something you didn’t want to focus on, but couldn’t help but do as he let out held in words. “We both felt familiar, I guess. We both needed each other in the beginning, but I think now after a while we were both scared to admit that we had moved on...that we both have always wanted different things.”

Turning your gaze towards the path ahead, you hum softly before responding verbally. “I understand...but just know there's nothing wrong with sticking with what’s familiar. It reminds you to keep grounded. Helps you feel calm in chaos.” At least that’s what you felt...before Amara died. She was the only person you had, the only person that helped you in a galaxy full of chaos.

But she was gone now.

“I guess you’re right. But can I give you some advice?”

Once again you meet each other’s gaze, your paces slowing down at the shared moment.

“Go ahead.”

“Don’t be afraid to try what’s new. Adapt with what is now, there's so much to do. I know that it’s all terrifying, but if you don’t try, you won’t live.”

A frown shows on your lips while you blinked to look away for a brief moment as you responded softly, “even with how things are now?”

“Even with how things are now.” Poe confirmed with a assuring smile, “nobody is guaranteed tomorrow, enjoy life, have fun...just like when you lightspeed skipped the Falcon.”

Again you looked over at him, this time holding each other’s gaze for a moment, a shy smile growing on your lips, “thank you.” You look down and hide the fact how hot your cheeks were burning, how your heart seemed to skip a beat at the lingering stare.

The action not going unnoticed however; Poe had seen how flustered you had gotten and couldn’t help his smile from softening, an admiration growing on how different you were from the other girls he'd met throughout his life.

“You welcome.” He muttered.

——

“Fuck, yeah!” Poe exclaimed as he practically jumped off the drivers seat, “it works!”

When you check the car, your smile drops at the only thing missing, “it needs fuel genius. A lot of it, we won’t make it around the corner before it dies on us.”

Poe scoffs and shakes his head, turning away from you to talk to himself, “thank you poe, for finding a working car. Oh no problem, y/n, just in the day's work.”

BB8 and you share a glance at Poe’s ramblings, deciding it's best to let him...be him.

“There's a couple cars alongside the street, I’ll go check if they have what we need.” You point, not waiting for a response to walk down the driveway. The curly headed man following you nonetheless.

“I’ll check the garages while you take out the fuel from cars, okay?” He instructs as he hands you an empty canister. “BB8, watch her back.”

The both of you begin to do your own thing, the objective you had, actually harder than you initially thought. Making Ben come to mind. Mostly his ability to use the force and how it would be much easier if he were here since he could just get the fuel out with his mind or….however he used it.

Then again, if Ben were here, he would most likely let you wait in the car or something that was out of harm's way—At least Poe let you be on your own and do what Ben never would.

So, actually it was good Ben wasn’t here.

“Seems full,” You muse as you shake the canister and hear the liquid swish around inside, a proud smile plastered on your lips. A feeling and gesture that all too quickly vanished at the sound of Poe calling out to you in a panicked cry for help.

“Y/N! Y/N! Help!”

You snapped your head in the direction of his call, jumping to your feet and forgetting the full canister on the ground to run to him faster than you have ever run in your life—when you finally located where you had heard him shout from, you saw a corpse on top of him, teeth snapping inches from Poe’s face. The only reason why he luckily didn’t get bitten at that instant was the hand he had against the corpse's head. And you didn’t know what it was, maybe the positioning Poe was in or the sight and sound of the bloodied corpse, but it was at that moment you were struck by the memory when you were bitten.

Causing violent flashes of the past to hit you, something that caused you to freeze in place, making you let out heavy breaths and causing your lips to part in disbelief. And as much as you tried you couldn’t snap yourself away from the trauma, not until Poe called out to you again.

You whipped out your vibroblade and swung down on the corpse's head, immediately having to react by pulling it out of its head, and breaking apart your singular blade to turn it into twin blades as you heard another corpse running up behind you. Having to use your right hand to swiftly and skillfully turn your blade around so you could manage to swing back and hit the corpse in the chest with a backhand trick. Not hesitating to throw your arm upward and cut the corpse's head in half.

When you saw that the ghost was clear you reconnected your blades together and put them away, turning back around to see Poe still on the ground, his eyes wide and lips parted in amazement. His eyes were the only thing to react as you extended your hand out to him.

He didn’t hesitate when he took your hand, but with his speechless reaction he hardly paid attention to how fast he got up, his chest hitting yours and his face leaving only inches of free space between your, the feeling making you go rigid.

He stood quiet for a moment, his eyes frantically searching yours, as if what he wanted to say was contained inside them.

“Uhh, I—”

“Your brother was wrong.” Poe interrupted.

“What?”

Poe licked his lips and kept close, his hand still holding onto yours as he continued. Each and every word sincere, causing your eyes to water, “you’re not what he said you were. None of it was true. If he saw you now, he would’ve been left impressed, like I was.”

You swallow back thickly, a warm smile growing on your lips before you softly spoke up to seek for assurance on what he said, “you really think so?”

Poe grinned as he held your gaze, “hell yeah.” His eyes slowly drifted down to your lips before he met your gaze again, his face leaning closer, making your heart hammer in your chest.

Right as you were going to close your eyes and be swept by the moment that was going to happen, the same black ship from before appeared in the sky. Not making you pull away completely, but causing you to stop what Poe planned to do.

“Poe.”

“Hmm?”

“Th-there's a ship in the sky. It was in Ajan Kloss when we were leaving too.”

Poe sighed deeply and turned to follow your line of sight, his gaze narrowing on the mysterious ship you only now identified.

“Who the hell is that?”

You gasped and slowly walked out of the garage, “The Knights of Ren.”

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A/N- does Poe think of reader as a cute little cinnamon roll? Yes, yes he does.

A/N-Anyway yes earth exists in this universe, I know, I know out all of the planets I could’ve used from the SW universe, but it’s just earth will provide a lot of angst in this series!! One more thing I would like to add that for those who haven’t read the Kylo Ren comics or know much about the knights of Ren, they did exist before Kylo Ren was created, just a little FYI.

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[eau-duresistance]

BNHA headcanons bc I’m bored: Fusion edition

General stuff:

If you have a quirk, you are able to fuse with others that have a quirk, and if you don’t have a quirk, you can’t fuse with anyone

There’s a large subculture around fusions, and most people in their life have fused for whatever reasons

The better the relationship, the better the fusion. However, if quirks or personalities are really different, no matter how good the relationship, the fusion can be unstable

Fusion dances are helpful because it helps the two people sync up. More advanced fusions don’t need . dance – just physical contact.

Fusion heroes do exist, but they’re not very common

UA has fusion classes, taught by the fusion hero SunScream (when he screams he breathes fire). He’s a fusion of two married men and has been fused for 14 years. He’s also a rare fusion because aside from the two sets of eyes, you can’t tell he’s a fusion (Think like Garnet)

Midoriya:

This kid wanted to fuse so badly his entire life, but once he got his quirk, he was SO nervous. I mean, he uses it and almost dies every time, and he trained for a year to handle it

He’s also never fused before, so he doesn’t know whether or not the other person will see into his mind and know his secret, and that makes him SUPER anxious

He fused with All Might once before classes started so he could know what fusion felt like, but he knows All Might can be trusted, and he won’t immediately explode if he tries to use his quirk

Because of that, all of his fusions were SUPER unstable and they don’t last for long at the start

Kirishima and Uraraka are both really good at fusing, so they helped him train in off-hours, and he can hold a stable fusion now, since he knows that they can’t really see that deep into his mind.

Also, whenever he fuses, he just adds Super to the other person – the fusion is basically really strong, but mostly the other person’s quirk is strengthened a lot

He’s also ridiculously bad at fusion dance and just kinda shuffles into it.

Bakugou:

Yikes.

Bakugou.... yeah. He’s not great to fuse with. He’s got a LOT of emotions all the time always, and they’re usually pretty violent. He also has some heavy insecurities, so that’s fun when fusing

He was very much a Jasper thinker (fusion is just a cheap tactic to make weak heroes stronger) and didn’t really believe in fusion. 

Also, a lot of people are pretty nervous to fuse with him and those feelings get caught up with the fusion, so that plus his own negativity...bad experience for everyone involved

After the Sports Festival when Bakugou kinda became friends with Kirishima, they were paired up, and bc Kirishima was excited to fuse with him, there wasn’t that negativity, and Bakugou was kinda like “huh. this isn’t so bad”

Class 1-A Fusions:

Izuchoka

Bubbly, friendly, DOES NOT SHUT UP.

Fusion name: Bubbletea

Quirk: SuperZero – they can handle things a lot heavier than normal and launch them at a much farther distance

Stable

Bouncy. Like, they don’t stop bouncing? Why?

Lowkey ripped as fuck and its weird with their cute babyface

Their hero costume looks like a watermelon

Really good with kids

Awkward

Bakudeku

Fusion name: Undecided (they can’t stay fused long enough to choose)

Quirk: Super Explosion

Hella unstable. Yikes

So many emotions. None of them are good. He’s crying and he’s mad that he’s crying which only makes him cry more and – oh, they unfused.

Their colour schemes match and so his costume is super cool and this would probably be one of the most attractive fusions except the eyes are uneven, there are four arms, three legs, and a bunch of other shit

If the situation is dire and they don’t really think about it, they can fuse really really well. They get better as their relationship develops, but they never fuse until they need to. Just so many emotions

Kiribaku

Fusion name: Red Rubble

Quirk: Rubble – he can turn his skin to rocks, but it secretes nitroglycerin, so he can explode everywhere on his body

Easily the most stable Bakugou Fusion

When Kirishima fuses, he has a signature move when the other person runs at him and he catches them, swings them around, and they fuse. But Red Spark is super stable and doesn’t need much contact to fuse, so Bakugou just runs at Kirishima – no catch, they just crash into each other and suddenly Red Rubble is there

Really normal looking – actually only has one set of eyes, which is super rare, but he’s also got a few extra fingers

The personality is essentially Immovable Object meets Unstoppable Force but like, one singular being

LOUD

Friendly teasing all the time. 

Tsuchoka

Fusion name: Leapfrog

Quirk: High jump – she touches the ground on all fours and can leap really really far

Stable AF

Cutie patootie of the fusions

Tongue blep, plus Uraraka’s rosy cheeks? Dead on impact

Pastel version of Izuchoka

Really really good at rescue missions

Her giggle is the CUTEST thing ever

Tododeku

Fusion name: Temp Blast

Quirk: Super Half’n’Half – Todoroki’s power is made even stronger, and he has a small amount of Deku’s strength

Stable? Depends on the day tbh

The problem with Todoroki’s fusions is that everyone thinks he’s super chill, calm, and collected because that’s how he presents himself. But peel back even a little bit, and there’s a ton of angst and anger and really negative feelings. Deku knows it’s there so he can handle it, but if it’s a bad day then Temp Blast cries a lot and it either steams or ices on his face and either way it’s not good

God of conspiracy theories. Sometimes, they’ll fuse into Temp Blast just to figure out mysteries and conspiracies

MomoJirou

Fusion Name: Amp

Quirk: Sound Producer: She still has Jirou’s earlobes, and Amp can produce amps anywhere on her skin to create an insane amount of noise, but she remains unaffected

Really stable

Absolutely killer in battle, one of the most effective fusions in the class

Big blushy Gay

Momo is pretty chill with her body bc she’s used to her quirk fucking up her clothes, but Jirou is pretty self-conscious and so ripped clothing often leads to unfusion

Gay Punk aesthetic

Definitely one of the most attractive fusions

Todobaku:

Fusion Name: They don’t have one, same as BakuDeku

Quirk: Elemental Bast: he can release a strong blast of fire from his left hand and ice from his right

Really unstable. Like, yikes

Probably the most unstable fusion. Very very very rarely paired

Their personalities just clash so hard. When they do manage to fuse they’re incredibly powerful, but they become very destructive

AngerTM

They have only willingly fused once and it was during a practice gone bad when they were in a group with Sero and he got trapped under a rockslide

KiriMina

Fusion Name: Maroon Monsoon

Quirk: Liquify – they can make their body into acid

Surprisingly unstable

They have a really good relationship and they’re two of the best fusers but their quirks just do not work

Sometimes they’ll try to activate their whole body because that’s what Kirishima is used to doing, but they’ll literally dissolve into a puddle of acid and they cannot unfuse until they resolidify

When they are fused they’re very cheerful, the cheerleader of the group

uhhhhh I think that’s it for now I’ll come up with more later

[eerythingisshaka]

Play Though?  Pt. 2

Part 1

(Dad!M’Baku x Black!OC)

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: I started the first chapter as a Reader insert, but I’m starting to feel more for original characters, so our main girl, Xavier’s mom and M’Baku’s love interest is Remi!  

Remi had a problem, a pretty big one.  A couple of days had passed since the unexpected friendship between M’Baku and both of their children.  Xavier had talked his mother’s ear off to death about his spunky little new friend he made, and it made Remi genuinely happy to hear.  She wanted her son to get in touch with his new friend again and have a solid friend, however thanks to her father, that may not happen.

M’Baku thought he was slick giving his number to her instead of the other way around.  This forced Remi’s hand to have to make the decision and time to make the phone call and invite them over for the playdate that was promised.  And sure, if Remi said she didn’t want to see M’Baku again, it would be a lie.  But she didn’t even know where to start with him.

“X, get your backpack, it’s time to go baby.”  Remi says, sliding her shoes on as she grabs her keys.  

Xavier drags his feet into the kitchen along with his backpack on the floor.  “Mama.”

“You didn’t pack your game in there right?  I don’t want a kid to steal it.”

“Mama.”

Remi grabs her purse talking to herself.  “If I am late again, I’ll fire my damn self.  Shit!”

“Mama!”  Xavier yells out.

“Oh!  Mama’s sorry, I know that’s a bad word.”

“Daddy say that all the time.”  Xavier says matter of factly.

Remi turns to him with her hand on her hip.  “Excuse me?  ALL the time?”

Xavier nods, picking at his nose.  “Mama I don’t wanna go.”

Remi sighs walking over to her son and kneeling at his level.  “Why not?  You had a good time last week.  You have friends there.”

He shrugs.  “I don’t feel good.”

Remi puts a hand to his forehead.  “You’re not hot...Is it your tummy?”  

Xavier shakes his head.  “Sometimes I don’t wanna go is all.”

Remi looks at her son’s round face lovingly.  Her eyes looking back at her has always been a quick source of pride for Remi.  Her hair texture, face shape, and bits of personality brought back memories of when she was a little girl.  She took her time with him in moments like these.

“Well son, you know how Mama has to go to work everyday?”

“Not Saturday!”  He corrects.

Remi chuckles.  “Yes, smart boy.  Not everyday do I work, But when I have to I go.”

“But you’re big, you have to.”

Remi smirks.  “I am, but you have things to do too.  Like keeping your toys cleaned up, and eating your peas and carrots.”

Xavier crosses his arms.  “I don’t like those.”

“I know X.  But think when I wasn’t feeling good on your birthday and you wanted your favorite blueberry waffles and sausage links with lots of syrup and scrambled eggs?”

Xavier’s eyes widen with excitement.  “Can I have some now?!”

Remi shakes her head.  “No, but do you hear me?  I was sick and still gave your your favorite breakfast?”  Xavier nods.  “So things like that happen.  You do stuff you don’t want to because you want to do right for other people.  I wanted you to have a good birthday even though I didn’t feel good.”

“Whose birthday is it?”  Xavier asks.

Remi hangs her head from this merry go round of a conversation.  “No one’s.  But you have friends and learning to do, which you need to be a big strong boy, so we have to go.”

Xavier pouts heavily as she puts on his backpack and pushes him out the door and in the car.  Once she pulled up to daycare, Xavier’s face is covered in tear trails and snot bubbles, grips her hand tightly as she walks him to the entrance.  A smiling worker greets Xavier happily.

“Ohhh, are we having a rough morning?”

Remi smiles tightly.  “Kind of.  He wasn’t feeling like going out today.”

The daycare worker kneels down.  “Well I’m glad you came.  Today is when we learn about planting with crushed up Oreo cookies and gummi worms and all kinds of good stuff.  Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Xavier rubs his eyes hard nodding his head.  Remi rustles his braids.  “Sure does!  You go ahead with Ms. Faye and have a good day.  I’ll be back soon, ok?”

Xavier, hugs her legs with one healthy squeeze before going in.  Ms Faye stays back with Remi for a minute.  

“He’s been really great with the other children lately.  First whole week without even a threat of an incident.”

Remi nods, folding her arms over herself.  “I think that the word ‘threat’ is a bit strong but I appreciate the update.”

Ms. Faye shrugs.  “Look, it’s tough on everybody involved.  But we try to be supportive and encouraging so he is reminded that no one is against him.  Does he display any aggression at home?”

Remi shakes her head.  “And once again, please watch the words you use to describe his behavior.  Aggressive?  Never.  He is a mama’s boy, turns into a puddle whenever I call him out on the smallest thing.”

Ms. Faye nods stoically.  “Ok.  I know he used to mention visiting his father more often, has he been able to get time with him?’

Remi shifted nervously.  Xavier’s father was a sore subject for Remi to dive into at any point in time.  He is a slick talker, big dreamer which was half the reason Remi gave him the time of day.  He has a way of making her feel like a sinking ship was still rising on the other side of the surface if you hold your breath long enough.  But his promises never came to fruition and led her and eventually her son down a road that they barely got out of unscathed.  She’d hoped Xavier was still young enough to not be worried about the troubles of the past, but it doesn’t seem that way.

“We have plans to see him soon, yeah.  Just don’t bring it up to him, that’s a little too heavy to have on his mind when I’m not there.  Ok?”  Remi says.  Ms. Faye nods knowingly before bidding her farewell.  Remi checks her phone:  of course time got away from her again.

Remi zooms over to the beauty shop, parking in the back as she jogs in the back door to make it to her chair.  

“Uh uh!  I know you not trying to get past us that easily Re!”  

The voice that called her out belonged to Patricia or Trixie, the shop owner.  She’s a middle aged Black woman who looked like Storm’s auntie, grey locs and all sitting atop her head in a bun  and headscarf.  She’s putting a roller set into an elderly woman’s hair.

“I’m sorry Trixie.  I got behind dropping my son off at daycare.”  Remi says, prepping her area.

Trixie fixes her mouth before speaking.  “You spoil that boy too much.  Why don’t you have my cousin watch him?  She run a daycare from her house and won’t charge you an arm and leg to do it.”

“Are we just gonna forget the trap house she lives next to?  Or how she turns deaf and blind soon as someone calls her on that phone she stays glued to 24/7.”  Remi says.

Trixie waves her off.  “Oh the boy gotta learn how to handle himself in the world eventually.  When his father coming by to get him?”

Remi calls a waiting patron over to her chair.  “I don’t know anymore.  I haven’t tried calling him lately.”

“Oh hell, you shouldn’t have to!”  Mika says out the blue across the room.  She works with Remi too, started not long after Remi did.

“Thank you!  The boy ought to be calling you to spend some time with his firstborn!  I still wonder if he lying bout that…”  Trixie adds under her breath.

Remi starts walks her patron to a sink bowl.  “That’s the truth, believe me.   The man acts like his dick is solid gold and his sperm is diamond encrusted.  Surprisingly he don’t give it out willy nilly.”

Trixie helps escort her patron under a dryer.  “He was always so odd to me.  Too pretty to be like that, he oughta be having babies right and left.”

Mika chimes in from her filing her nails.  “He could be like Prince or Leonardo di Caprio out here: had all these women in a tizzy but no kids.  They kept they shit on ZipLoc.”

Remi and Trixie laugh at her suggestion.  “Ok, ok.  But to be serious a second, he should be calling you, for real.  He needs to see his son and you need a break.  I can tell you running yourself ragged making sure the sun revolves around him.”

Remi towel dries her patron.  “I’m good.  Xavier IS my world, I’m not ashamed to admit that.  I’m raising a Black man in the making, and I will not fuck this up, deadbeat daddy be damned.  Plus, I get me time with you all here.  That’s socializing enough.”

Trixie makes a face with a slight eye roll.  “I mean that’s noble and all, but hell, I don’t need you being a spinster at your age.  You still got all that youth, you need to put that beauty and energy into something that’s gonna appreciate it.  You know, someone that doesn’t require potty breaks and reads at high school level.”

Remi scoffs as she combs out her patron’s hair.  “What’re you trying to say?”

“GIRL GET YOU A MAN!  A date, a one night stand, a something with a dick and a pulse!”  Mika exclaims.  The whole shop goes quiet looking at her like the aftermath of an explosion.  “Y’all were thinking it.  You too Mae, I know you know.  You been married 50 yrs and his death didn’t stop you.”

Remi’s patron Mae turned around in her chair wordlessly away from Mika in response.

Trixie tries to even things out.  “Thank you for that Mika.  But what I’m trying to say is you need a night out or something.  You say you socialize with us but you never go outside of this shop with us, and that’s not cuz we ain’t tryin.”

Remi sighs.  “You right, you right.  I got a routine is all, and what if I go somewhere and-and Xavier needs me cuz he misses me?  Having a nightmare?  Wet the bed?”

“Ohhh my God.”  Mika groans.  

“Mika, shut the hell up.  Re, I get that.  When my kids were small, they had my undivided attention cuz I was young, younger than you, and had to hustle to make sure my babies had what they needed so their lives were good despite the circumstances they were brought in.”

“Thank you!  Yes!”  Remi exclaims feeling vindicated.

Trixie holds up a hand.  “But!  I didn’t have a life because of it.  I lost a little bit of what it meant to be me outside of being a mother.  Now, like I said I was younger, less established and had an extra couple kids before your age compared to your one.   All I’m saying is, you have a means to make a life for yourself still without losing yourself.”

Remi sighs.  “The boy is a handful though.  I won’t put a man over my son.  Even like this past weekend, some guy tried to talk to me up with his kid at the park.”

“Oh?”  Mika perks up.

Remi nods, oblivious to Mika’s excitement.  “Yeah!  Interrupting my time with Xavier so he could try and talk me up.  Like he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Wait, wait wait.  Ok, first of all, what was the exact situation here.  Did he look like one of these dusty van driving niggas using a kid to lure women or something?”  

“No, Mika!  But he don’t have to, he’s a big ass dude.  Like a fucking...oak ass tree ass, thick looking nigga…”  Remi says hesitantly.  She bites her lip at the thought of his appearance, almost forgetting how handsome he is with the amount of time having passed.  

Trixie walks up to her pointing.  “Girllll, I see you!  He was FINE huh?  Light skinned, dark skinned?”

“Dark skinned, yeah.  His daughter is just as cute too, like gorgeous and smart.  He treats her like a doll.”

“How much time did y’all spend together??” Mika’s voice asks in a high pitched voice, fanning herself.

Remi stamps her foot.  “Y’all stahp!  It’s literally not like that at all.  He tried it though, giving me his number like he just know he gonna see me again.”

Trixie and Mika look at one another one second before falling out in laughter and praise dancing in the middle of the shop.  Remi looks at them in wide eyed wonderment before coaxing them to calm down.

“Aye aye!  This is a place of business y’all, the hell you doin?”

Trixie stops to catch her breath.  “Child this MY place of business, you better turn up!  If you don’t call this fine single father who gave you the go ahead to seek him out, I WILL!”

Remi rolls her eyes.  “It’s gonna be a waste of time though!”

Mika chimes in.  “Let him waste your time!  You got your time too organized, you stiff!  You need something to break down your walls….oh shit!  You see that double entendre!”  

Trixie and Mika screech, giving each other a high five.

“Excuse me!”  Mae says in Remi’s chair.

Remi turns to her.  “Oh oh, I’m sorry!  I’ll get you under the dryer right now.  Excuse the noise.”

She shakes her head.  “No dear, the man who is sweet on you.  Why not try to get to know him a little?  You’re too beautiful to be single, and you both have children.  There’s a lot to relate to one another about.”

Remi smiles sweetly at the old white woman.  “Thank you, I appreciate your advice Mae.  I’m still thinking about it though.”

“Well that is a start in itself.  Pray about it, you’ll know what’s right.”  Mae’s saggy cheeks lift a little as she smiles with a closed mouth as Remi escorts her to a chair for drying.

Mika and Trixie finally got off of the subject of Remi’s potential love life and got through the appointments of the day.  What little time she had to herself was spent thinking of dinner for Xavier and NOW checking the new contact in her phone and wondering if she should take the plunge dive in some uncharted waters.  By the close of business, Remi was zooming over to the daycare to see her little boy; she missed him so much by the end of the work day.  She’s thankful he is still small enough for her to hold and snuggle, though he’s growing up so fast.

When Remi arrives to the daycare, Faye walks Xavier out, who runs the rest of the way over to her.

“Hey X!  Did you have a good day?”  Remi asks, picking him up into a big hug.  He smelled like outside and the coconut oil spray she conditions his hair with.  

His little arms tightened around her head.  “Yeah!  I planted gummi worms and made mud!”

“It was pudding.”  Faye chuckled.  “Xavier was the life of the party today.”

Remi kisses his cheek greedily as she puts him in his booster seat in the back.  When she closes the door, Faye grabs Remi’s attention.

“Remi, he was great today.  He even helped out with the project, passing out our ‘flower pots’, which were just styrofoam cups.  But he really showed a lot of leadership and gentleness today.”

Remi looks back at her little boy in the car with pride.  “That’s what he is, gentle and bossy.”

Faye nods.  “So great.  He even had a lot of conversation for me today.  Someone he met taught him about plants before.  Some kind of strong trees from Africa?”

Remi searches her mind; she always took Xavier to the library for books of all kinds for him to learn about the world, but she didn’t recall anything from books or TV on that.

“Really?  I’ve got to ask him about that, must’ve been on PBS or something when I wasn’t paying attention.”  Remi surmises.

“Well it stuck, I love seeing comprehension in children at a young age.  He’s got a strong foundation for it in you.  Thanks for bringing him by.”  

“No problem!  I wouldn’t mind a discount on fees since he is such a joy.”  Remi says jokingly as she walks to the car.

“If only!”  Faye retorts, waving back proudly.

Remi and Xavier drive home, bopping to the radio edits of their favorite hits the whole way back.  Xavier’s mood lifted Remi’s so easily; she was dog tired on the way to pick him up after hours of being on her feet, but now she felt like they could party all night.  Looking back at his serious jam face mumbling the riff of a Miguel song tickled her, such a performer.

Once they arrived at their home, Remi starts to rundown the menu, heading to the kitchen.

“Ok X-man, we can have some spaghetti, I got turkey meat for sandwiches.  Or I could make those fish tacos, you liked those last time.”

“Mama, can I have my birthday today?”  Xavier calls from the couch he is standing on.

Remi closes the fridge door to approach her son.  “Mk, first, get off the couch.  We don’t even do that on birthdays.”

Xavier jumps off standing by his mom.  “Please?  Can I have my birthday?”

Remi pulls out some bread to make a sandwich.  “Sweetie, I don’t have any waffle mix or blueberries.”

Xavier crawls into a chair.  “No mama, I want birthday.  Not waffles.”  

Remi stops prepping the sandwich to look at her son carefully.  “Your birthday isn’t for six more months, why do you want to celebrate so early?”

“I want Sunny to come over and play.”  Xavier says reaching for a lunch meat slice to chew on.  

Remi looks at Xavier with confusion.  “Who is Sunny, baby?”

“My friend from the park.  Her dad came too, I want to see her for my birthday.”  Xavier says through a mouth full of meat.

Remi chuckles to go back to assembling her sandwich.  “X, you don’t need a birthday to see Jolasun, we can see her anytime.”

Xavier’s eyes light up.  “Can I see her tomorrow??”

Remi groans as she thinks.  “Uhhh, probably not….”

“If it’s my birthday tomorrow, can I see her?”  Xavier asks.

Remi gives her son a look.  “Xavier, what’s this birthday mess you keep talking about?  We will see her when I say we can,  I’m just not sure yet.”

Xavier’s face falls.  “But you say you do cool stuff for my birthday, even if you feel bad.”

Remi purses her mouth and steps away from the sandwich ingredients.  She pulls a seat up next to her son giving him her full attention.

“Listen, that’s different.  I told you that so you would understand why you have to go to school in the morning.  It doesn’t work for other things like seeing friends.”

Xavier’s eyes begin to water as he looks sadly at his turkey slice.  “But I want to see Sunny….”

Remi rubs his back.  “We will, X!  I promise we will, don’t get upset.”

Xavier sniffles.  “But you don’t want to…”

“No! No, I do want to see her.  She’s a lovely little girl.  I’m just nervous about...stuff.”  Remi says curtly.  Mika and Trixie could barely understand her thoughts on M’Baku, how would a 4 year old.

Xavier looks at her with puppy dog eyes.  “I am nervous too Mama.  At school and when I saw Sunny, but then I was happy because they were nice.  Sunny is too mama!”

Remi pulls her son in for a hug as chokes up a little.  His whole world crumbles so easily, she hated to see him get this way.  “X, now calm down so Mama can talk to you.  It’s ok to have friends and I’m glad you want to see them.  I;m so proud of you for being a big boy and not getting nervous.  Ms. Faye told me how good you were today.”

“Yeah?”

Remi nods, pulling him back to face her.  “Of course!  You’re always a smart little gentleman, don’t forget that.”  Remi wipes his tears and grabs a napkin to get at his nose.  “And I know Sunny thinks you’re great too.  So, since she knows how cool you are and wants to see you, why not go see her.”

Xavier’s face lights up again.  “For real??  Are we going to the park again?!”

Remi grabs her phone.  “Well, I don’t know exactly but I’ll call her Dad and we’ll see, ok?”  Remi gives him half the sandwich she made and a cup of juice and chips.  “Sit and eat while I talk.  Don’t drink all the juice and eat all the chips before you finish the sandwich.”

Remi walks over the the living room, sitting in her easy chair to scroll to his number.  Her heart felt like it skipped just at the sight of his name:  M’Baku.  Such a good name, took little effort once you got past the hard B, then your lips and tongue just fall in line with a whisper into the last two syllables.  It’s been days since their first interaction, would he even remember their interaction, her name?

She shakes her head free of toxic thoughts as best she could or she’d never go for it, and hit Call.  This is for Xavier and Jolasun after all, this would have little to do with you and M’Baku if she got her way fully.  The phone rang and rang in her ear, with each ring she wondered if calling was too much.  Maybe she should’ve texted or maybe go to the park like Xavier said and hope to run into-

“Hello?”  M’Baku’s deep, elegant voice bound through the phone to her ear, causing a tingle in her brain.  

“Oh, uh hey!  This is Remi, uh from the park?  You came over to help me with my groceries.”

M’Baku does a low chuckle.  “Yes, Remi, I haven’t forgotten you at all.  But I thought you had forgotten me.”

His tone dropping into a realm of hurt ego, it made him that much more charismatic.  “Well Xavier hasn’t forgotten Jolasun.”  Remi says, steering the conversation back on track.

“Tell her I said hi!”  Xavier yells from his chair with a mouthful of sandwich.

“....and he says hello.”  Remi adds.

“Ahh, I heard.  Jola is still napping, but I will relay the message.”  M’Baku says very relaxed, as if he is settling in comfortably for an intimate conversation.

An awkward pause of silence fills the conversation as Remi plays with her nails waiting for M’Baku to say something, anything to hopefully make her hang up an say that it can’t happen.

“Was...that all you called for?”  M’Baku inquires.  She could hear the smile in his voice.

“No.  Um, Xavier wanted to see Jolasun so I wanted to coordinate with you and see when you’d be free...basically.”

“Ah, so your son persuaded you.”  

“...yea.”  Remi adds curtly.

“Am I invited as well?”

“I mean you would want to bring her here I thought, so….in a way...yes?”

M’Baku groans demonstratively, muttering a few things under his breath for dramatic effect.  “Well, that is good enough for me.  Do you feel like having dinner tomorrow night?”  M’Baku asks.

“Uh, I mean I want the kids to spend time together, we’re not going-”

“Remember when I offered to show you an exquisite, nutritious meal that meat and plant eaters alike could enjoy?”

Remi smacked her forehead.  As hard as she tried to keep this conversation off of flirtation, she maneuvered herself into a ditch of embarrassment.  “Right.”

“Then me and Jola will come by, we can cook as they play, and we will all eat together, eh?”

Remi looks over to Xavier.  “That sounds nice, but I really don’t want to be stuck with trash and dishes.  Sounds like more work then I want to sign up for.”

“I know how to clean and take trash out.  I will bring my own pots, I am particular about my cookware anyway.”  

“Oh?  Are my pots and pans subpar?”  Remi quips.

“I don’t know yet.  I’ll have to come see for myself.”  M’Baku says.  Remi could practically hear his wink.

“Oh God, this is ridiculous.”  Remi shakes her head, gripping the bridge of her nose.  

“What is ridiculous is passing on a chance for a free meal and company since we all get along so well.  The kids have their playdate while we have our-”

“Dinner.  A good meal and babysitting, sounds lovely.”  Remi says.

M’Baku chuckles again.  “Yes, a meal in your beautiful home.  And I sincerely cannot wait for it.”

Remi felt herself getting warm.  The way he said beautiful, it didn’t feel like he meant the house.   She fought herself on wanting to hear that word from his mouth in connection to her instead.  “I...know Xavier and Jolasun will have a good time.”  

Remi hears shuffles on M’Baku’s end.  “I will have to let you go now, lady of the house is stirring.  See you on tomorrow!”

Remi smiles, saying goodbye before hanging up her phone and looking off into space for a bit.  She gets lost in remembering his features, his stance, matching his expressions with the cadence of his voice over the phone and imagining that wide smile excitedly planning a night with her and Xavier.

“Mama!  What he say?”  Xavier asks through a mouthful of crackers.

“Chew your food!  But they will be coming.”

“YAYYY!!”  Xavier pops out of his seat and runs over to his mom, climbing her feet roughly to get in her lap.

“Ouch, boy!”  Remi picks him up the rest of the way, laughing to herself as they embrace.  Xavier looks into his mother’s face, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

“What do you say?”  Remi quizzes her child, her vision blurred as his features become a Picasso from her eyes crossing to look at him from point blank range.

“Thank you mama!”  Xavier’s breath smells like every component of his dinner.  She loved making her baby boy happy.  It’s not always so easy to do.

--

The next night, Remi lays out a couples of pots, pans, and various utensils to prepare for the night with M’Baku and Jolasun.  He texted earlier in the day to let her know he would be bringing groceries with him so Remi wouldn’t have to worry about having the right stuff, no matter how much she protested against this.  Remi still felt off about tonight, like something wasn’t quite copacetic but she reminded herself this was not a date.  More like a summer camp and they were the counselors….not horny ones like the movies always depict, that’d be gross…

It had been so long since Remi let a man interested in her inside of her home, she really was not sure how to act.  M’Baku could still be just a nice buddy, with little interest in her especially exclusivity.  

Remi groans at the tracks her mind went on.  She keeps steering into a romance thing!  The kitchen was set, so she changed atmosphere, going upstairs to check her face and make sure she was good to go  look-wise.

She tried to keep her outfit cute, but not too elementary school teacher-ish.  Enough to show her assets, but conservative enough to wear to church.  But not too formal to keep up with the kids and there impending messes, just over the line of looking like she cares.  She is at her house for this, but some freshening up is necessary for guests.  

She takes out a nude lip to touch up as she calls out to Xavier.  “X!  Come here so I can see you!”

Xavier’s feet stomp rapidly up the hall to stand outside her bathroom.  He has on his favorite CoryxKenshin shirt with a little plaid shirt layered over it and canvas pants with his Keds.

Remi beamed.  “You are so handsome!”

He looks down at himself, almost going into a headstand as his braids stood up to gravity.  “I do?”

“Yes!  Of course, always!  Are you excited?”

He nods.  “Are we going to sing happy birthday with cake?”

Remi laughs as she fills in her brows.  “No baby, remember?  We aren’t going to do your birthday.  This is a regular day with your friend Jolasun.”

The doorbell rang on cue.

“Sunny!”  Xavier exclaims racing away.

“Xavier, don’t open that door!  I’ll get it!”  Remi’s heart rate picks up as she tries to summon the energy of her co-workers to gage as much of the possibilities tonight has to offer as possible.  Checking her phone, looks like they are a but early, she thinks as she heads downstairs again.  

Xavier is bouncing by the kitchen, ready for an adventure.  His smiling face calms Remi effortlessly as she glides in her confident walk across the floor to the door, putting on a genuine smile as she opens the door.

“Hey, Remi!  And little man!  Look at y’all!”

Remi’s face drops instantly.  “Ron?”

Part 3

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[mezzopurrloin]

Mezzo Plays Final Fantasy X-2: Part 18

The fateful hour has arrived.

We're going in through the hole in Besaid Temple.

Onward!

Uh, what are they even called now?

Good enough.

Last mission? Apparently it will be, for Shinra at least. What's he have planned afterward?

He gets a hug from Yuna too.

"Go, go, go, Gullwings!"

Into the hole we go.

We arrive on the Road to the Farplane. There are many different paths here depending on where you enter from, but all lead to the same place.

Some of the platforms move when you land on them, usually sending you backwards. This area is pretty narrow and has a very high random encounter rate.

This devilish-looking fiend has a special called Thanatos Emblem, which is very pretty.

But also very dangerous. I thought I could learn it for Rikku's Gun Mage, but no such luck.

Ah, yes. We still have some more aeons to deal with.

I came prepared for this one. Yuna still has the grid that absorbs ice damage, Rikku has Fire Breath as a Blue Bullet, and Paine knows Firaga as Black Mage. Shiva is extremely fast and agile, able to hit multiple times in a row and cast Blizzaga on you.

Heavenly Strike now reduces HP and MP by half, and can inflict Stop. That's pretty mean.

And she still has an Overdrive.

Snap.

Not even Yuna's ice absorption ability could weather that storm.

Still, she is defeatable. I kept bringing the heat and she melted.

A save point appears after defeating her, thankfully, else I'd have never finished this.

Yuna: "Not you, too..."

This is the boss fight that makes me want to tear my hair out every time I play it, much like Seymour Flux in X-1. Much like Shiva, the Magus Sisters are extremely fast and each seems to get three actions to your one. Most of their attacks don't do that much damage, but it adds up quickly.

Mindy is easily the greatest threat, as her Passado deals out 15 hits of pain. The damage is a portion of your current HP, so it won't kill, but it whittles your HP down to so little that it makes you easy prey for a follow-up from the other sisters. Sometimes she uses it twice in a row, just for extra agony. While that's going on, Sandy will use standard attacks and Razzias to wear the party down. Cindy mainly takes a support role, using Not-So-Mighty-Guard to grant Protect, Shell, and Regen to her team.

It's a nightmare. Time to break out the special dresspheres.

The high HP of the special dresspheres isn't much insurance, thanks to the way Passado works. And it's not the only trick they have up their sleeves.

Oh hey, remember this move?

Delta Attack reduces all party members' HP to 1, essentially making it a more powerful version of Passado. It's very possible for them to finish the team off before you get a chance to recover, and survival generally depends on their AI doing something stupid. Just about the only mercy of this fight is that once you take out one sister, it gets much easier. They need all three to use Delta Attack, and Sandy falls soon after Mindy. Cindy takes longer to beat, but she can't really do much without her sisters' support.

Full Throttle's Sword Dance came in quite handy, as it could hit all three at once. Even with that, it was a close fight that took many retries.

At the bottom of the path, we find one last aeon. Poor Anima. She really doesn't deserve this after all she's been through.

Pain now causes a host of debilitating status conditions, plus lowers all stats. That's not fun to suffer through.

And of course, we end up being hit by Oblivion as well.

Much like in X-1, this deals 12 hits total. Their individual damage is small, but they add up quick.

Special dresspheres come in handy again here, thanks to their status immunity. It's a long fight, but eventually she can be put to rest.

After defeating Anima, the fayth child appears to apologize for the aeons' behavior.

They were overcome by Shuyin's hatred and misery, and became no better than fiends. Yuna asks what Shuyin is.

The real Shuyin died long ago, and all that's left is his malice.

Yuna: "I'll banish shadow with light."

Paine: "Lenne's feelings."

Yuna: "That's right. Call it... love."

We find Leblanc waiting as we enter the Farplane Abyss.

She found a sphere from Nooj telling her "Don't follow me. Turn back now and wait for my return."

It's rare for her to be following orders, but she was willing to for Noojie-Woojie.

There's one thing to pick up before heading further in. If we go back to the airship and then walk the Road to the Farplane from all five entrances, we're rewarded with something good.

Now this is the kind of firepower we need for the final battle. Black Mage can't learn Flare or Ultima naturally, making this grid one of the only ways to get them. I equipped it to Yuna as soon as I could.

With that settled, it's on to the Heart of the Farplane.

It's kind of an intimidating sight.

To proceed further, we need to solve a musical puzzle. Some panels on the floor will light up and play notes when stepped on.

Then we replicate the sequence on the keyboard to dispel impeding barriers.

Here's something you'd never want to meet in a dark alley. Omega Weapon was an optional superboss in X-1, but has been degraded to a random encounter in X-2.

It even still has the fancy death animation it had as a boss.

Behold, the ultimate power.

Ultima causes a supreme explosion that hits all enemies on the field. It usually deals more damage than that, but this thing happened to have really good defenses. Its 90 MP cost means you can't really use it more than once or twice without some serious MP restoration.

The Azi Dahaka isn't really meant to be fought. You encounter it if you try to cross one of the barriers without playing the song. It has more HP than pretty much anything else in the game, massive attack power, and drains HP when it attacks. Good thing running is still an option.

There's Gippal. He looks to be in rough shape.

Nooj is up ahead.

And Leblanc is right behind us. Yuna tells her to look after Gippal while she waits.

Gippal has another gift for Paine too.

You should. I don't want to have to go all the way back to Shinra to see what's on it. And also, Paine should keep a clear head for the upcoming battle, rather than worry about what's on the sphere.

The Crimson Squad is together on a boat. Paine muses on how she'd like to fly an airship someday. She could be pilot, Baralai would be the navigator, Gippal would join as the engineer, and they say they'll make Nooj captain.

It's the perfect job for him.

They laugh and pose for the camera together.

Yuna: "She's still inside you, sleeping."

There's one last puzzle to conquer before reaching Vegnagun. We need to remember the order of notes shown here, then jump between the floating platforms in the same order. Thankfully there's a drone from which to survey the area.

Once the melody is played, the barrier is down.

It's the point of no return. We head onward from here to the final battle.

[nataliesewell]

monster prom pop quiz results

I was bored, so I decided to try and record all the questions and answers in Monster Prom’s Stupidest Pop Quiz Ever(tm). It’s really likely I haven’t found them all, so I’ll come back and add to this from time to time.

The pop quiz consists of three questions; the first two go towards determining your highest stats at the beginning of the game, while the third chooses your possible prom date (this isn’t set in stone; you can still try to pursue a different character in the actual game). The order of the questions is randomized.

Other links: Vera Walkthrough

You can find the questions and their results under the cut!

stat questions

What is your spirit emoji?

a. Caucasian guy with a turban because fuck stereotypes. +CREATIVITY

b. Octopus emoji. Best animal on Earth. I know 5 mixed drinks, 3 drug cocktails, and 17 sex positions that involve one or several octupi. +FUN

c. Snowman, because that motherfucker is in the middle of a blizzard and he’s fuckin’ smiling. He doesn’t give a fuck about blizzards. And he has a kickass hat. +BOLD

It’s your chance to fix global warming. Go ahead!

a. Global warming isn’t real. I invented it, and now science is claiming authorship because science is a lame copycat with no original ideas. +CREATIVITY

b. Nah, the world is doomed. But I’ll start investing in ships and start a profitable business for the “soon to be covered by water” world. +WEALTH

c. It’s time to be a real hero: I’ll lead a mission to the sun in order to... invite the sun to the party of its life! We’ll have so many hilarious misadventures that the sun will eventually become... cooler. ;) +FUN

Be a visionary: what will the next big social media craze be?

a. Bull$hit: it’s Facebook, but each time someone shares news that isn’t supported by real facts, they’re taxed, and the money goes to the people exposed to that bullshit. +WEALTH

b. Greek Agoras: like literal Greek agoras re-instated in our cities. Places where philosophy and arts are discussed by the greater minds. That’s the social media I want to log into! +SMARTS

c. Rbert: from now on, a socially awkward guy named Robert will do everything he’s commanded to do through the app by its users! +CHARM

You wish you were raised by...

a. A mysterious old man who saved me from the streets in order to raise me as his disciple in the ancient ways of rad DJing! +FUN

b. A pack of wild wolves... who also happens to be tech moguls who own some of the most profitable companies of Silicon Valley. They would be kick-ass role models AND wild wolves! Sick! +WEALTH

c. A really progressive marriage between a kick-ass venomous snake and... actual fire. I love fire and I see no issue with being raised by it. +BOLD

You build a 100ft statue commemorating an event so that in 1000 years archaeologists can learn something about the people of our time. What does the statue represent?

a. That glorious instant when your friend stopped you from texting embarrassing stuff to your ex while hella drunk. +FUN

b. That mind-blowing twist in your favourite TV show that clearly changed the life of everyone forever, unlike all that boring stuff they show on the news. +CREATIVITY

c. Your least favourite political figure... being devoured by rabid rhinoceri... which are also covered in badass tattoos. +BOLD

Which is the coolest mythological creature?

a. The invisible hand of the free market. +WEALTH

b. A sphinx... who’s super turnt up and ready to party! And she raps all her riddles (she still kills you if you don’t answer them correctly... but she raps the riddles)! +FUN

c. This weird creature I drew when I was six and which is clearly super derivative from other mythological creatures... but it’s super cool and it’s my OC and my spirit animal, okay? +CREATIVITY

You’re elected president for a day. What’s the first law you pass?

a. You can deduct taxes by writing sonnets instead. Amount of taxes deducted are calculated based on the beauty of the sonnets. +CREATIVITY

b. Trivia fact: presidents don’t pass laws... so is this a trick question or are you just being an idiot? +SMARTS

c. One dollar bills will now include a picture of me and the inscription “Beware: Too Much Awesomeness.” My presidency might last a day, but my fame will last forever! +CHARM

A radioactive possum just bit you... what superpowers did you get?

a. The superpower of always choosing the right combination of emojis to get the desired reaction from all people: seducing my loved ones, burning my enemies, settling an argument, and even conveying complex emotional thoughts. +CHARM

b. Uh, probably rabies? I’d go to a hospital immediately. +SMARTS

c. The incredible power of writing fanfiction so compelling that the actual creators of the TV shows decide to go with my ideas and crazy ships. +CREATIVITY

School is outdated and lame. We need a new school subject asap!

a. Critical thought. I mean... damn, this country could really use a subject like that in schools. +SMARTS

b. Turning people into your puppets through emotional warfare and deception 101. +CHARM

c. How to correctly punch a crocodile without terrible consequences. +BOLD

If you had to have sex with animal... which animal would it be?

(You don’t get six answers; the three answers you get are randomized.)

a. A great white shark. I have to fuck an animal, let’s at least make it a story worth telling! +CHARM

b. A swan. They’re classy. Plus it reminds me of that myth of Leda and the Swan, so at least by bestiality standards it has a certain chic appeal. +CREATIVITY

c. A human being, because I’m the kind of douchebag who loves to find loopholes in stupid questions like this one. +SMARTS

d. A purebred horse. At least I can keep his semen and sell it. It’s worth a lot! Who said there was no silver lining to bestiality? +WEALTH

e. A dolphin. They’re the only other animal that fucks just for pleasure, so at least we can both do our best to have a good time, right? +FUN

f. No on can make me fuck an animal. If I fucked an animal, it’d be of my own free will. As a matter of fact, I already have fucked an animal, so the joke’s on you, pal. +BOLD

The coolest reality show would be...

a. Twelve experts on the various arts of seduction live in a house where they must face a common challenge: seducing a potato into marriage... somehow. +CHARM

b. Eight rich people fight in weekly challenges to see who’s the best at giving money to you. +WEALTH

c. People in various positions of power must face all sorts of questions relevant to their field, and if they fail, they lose their jobs... and society wins. +SMARTS

You get the chance to produce a movie. It’s based on...

a. The most influential Russian novelists of the XIX century... have gone nuts! They don’t remember anything about last night and now they can’t find the manuscript of The Brothers Karamazov; and Dostoyevsky has to deliver it TODAY! +FUN

b. Two cool guys walking away from rad explosions. And they don’t look at the explosions. THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE EXPLOSIONS! They reflect on life and love... AND IT IS SUPER DOPE AND KICK-ASS BECAUSE THEY DO SO WALKING AWAY FROM NEVER-ENDING EXPLOSIONS! +BOLD

c. Something about superheroes, but with a love triangle between a beauty yet somehow relatable girl (maybe she’s always stating she’s a mess?) and two of the super hot superheroes, which are also like vampires or pirates or both. Instant hit! +WEALTH

Democracy is just broken. What would be the best way of choosing the leaders of modern society?

a. Whoever can play the most heartbreaking violin solo wins. +CREATIVITY

b. You put all the candidates in an empty room... with a wild grizzly bear. Whoever kills the bear should be our president. If everyone dies, then it’s obvious: the bear should be our president. +BOLD

c. We create a reality show called “America’s Next Top President” where the candidates compete in all kinds of physical and mental challenges. Voter turnout would increase and we would turn a profit on it! +FUN

If you could put a curse on your worst enemy, what would it do?

a. I’d curse them to fall in love with a wonderful person and be happily married before they realize that all this time... their partner was a wild panther in disguise! Then the panther viciously devours my enemy. Classic! +BOLD

b. The curse of always meeting obnoxious people at parties who are super into new fad diets that feel the need to explain them in detail. +CHARM

c. You can’t rely on the effectiveness of a curse. I prefer to take care of my enemies the old-fashioned way: by exposing them to unsafe doses of radiation over the course of several years. +SMARTS

What would be the coolest prize you could find in your box of cereal?

a. A tiny piece of sharp metal, so every scoop will be full of thrill and danger! +BOLD

b. The phone number of the sexy tiger on the front of the box. He’s so passionate about breakfast and health that he’s surely also a grrreat lover. +CHARM

c. A sample of a more nutritious breakfast option, so people are encouraged to stop eating that colorful crap. +SMARTS

What inanimate object do you think would make the best girlfriend or boyfriend, provided you went criminally insane?

a. A human-size pillow depicting a character created by myself. As a matter of fact, I have all the needed paperwork and I’m only waiting for the conservative narrow-minded laws of our country to finally step forward into waifu and husbando territory, as was clearly intended by God. +CREATIVITY

b. A dildo, duh. +FUN

c. An ATM. Sugar baby life, here I come! +WEALTH

Which god do you pray to each night before sleeping?

a. Praying is kind of lame. I have a group text set up with some deities: Dionysus, Bastet, Loki... coolest cats in town. +CHARM

b. Praying is for fools. I took some compromising pics of a god molesting a tree, and now I blackmail him for whatever I want. A lot more effective. +SMARTS

c. Oh, I pray to all kinds of gods. I have this business where people pay me to deliver their prayers every night. I’ve even started to look for a Chinese factory to outsource the prayers. +WEALTH

prom date questions

What is the sexiest type of knowledge a lover can have?

a. How to set stuff on fire. ❤️DAMIEN

b. All the principles to build a financial empire. ❤️VERA

c. Lyrics to all Disney songs. ❤️MIRANDA

d. Obscure 80s movie trivia. ❤️LIAM

e. Sports things. ❤️SCOTT

f. How to make a killer cocktail out of anything. ❤️POLLY

Your partner just gave you a cool gift for your anniversary but you totally forgot! Quick, come up with an idea for a great gift!

a. The head of their fiercest enemy. ❤️VERA

b. A silly toy that makes silly noises. ❤️SCOTT

c. The abstract concept of gratefulness. ❤️LIAM

d. A pony. Always a pony. ❤️MIRANDA

e. Anything on fire. Or a weapon. No, no: a weapon on fire. ❤️DAMIEN

f. Anything capable of leading them to an overdose of some sorts. ❤️POLLY

What would be a deal-breaker for a potential lover?

a. The person lacks taste. ❤️LIAM

b. The person is mediocre. ❤️VERA

c. The person is a coward. ❤️DAMIEN

d. The person is boring. ❤️POLLY

e. The person hates the outdoors. ❤️SCOTT 

f. The person lacks manners. ❤️MIRANDA

What would be a killer accessory?

a. Sunglasses... at night. ❤️POLLY

b. A fabulous purse made from the skin of your worst enemy. ❤️VERA

c. Coolness itself. ❤️LIAM

d. Fancy brass knuckles. ❤️DAMIEN

e. A necklace with your own name... in case you forget! ❤️SCOTT

f. Shiny armor. ❤️MIRANDA

The world will end tomorrow... What will you do today?

a. Nobody ends the world but me! I’ll end the world today. ❤️DAMIEN

b. It’s okay! We invented the apocalypse to take care of the overpopulation of commoners. ❤️MIRANDA

c. I’ll finish my novel... whoever comes after the end should know my legacy! ❤️LIAM

d. 100 push-ups... no, no 200 push-ups! ❤️SCOTT

e. They always tell you the world is ending... I’ll profit on other people’s hysteria. ❤️VERA

f. I always party as if there were no tomorrow... so who cares? ❤️POLLY

Which criteria would you use to name your children?

a. Meh... no name? It’s just too much work! ❤️POLLY

b. I will research for a name that is pun-proof and joke-proof. No one will pick on them. ❤️VERA

c. A non-heteronormative name to give them freedom to define themselves on their own terms. ❤️LIAM

d. Just a swear word. ❤️DAMIEN

e. My name + “II” (the Second). ❤️MIRANDA

f. Something simple and friendly, like Bobby or Mary. ❤️SCOTT

If you were an ice cream... which flavour would you be?

a. Double creme de la Gruyere and meringues. ❤️LIAM

b. Spicy chocolate. No... chocolate on FIRE! ❤️DAMIEN

c. Success. ❤️VERA

d. Tequila and coke. ;) ❤️POLLY

e. Rainbows and gummy bears. ❤️MIRANDA

f. Meat! ❤️SCOTT

What would be your dream first date?

a. An art exhibition experimental enough to give you a seizure. ❤️LIAM

b. A sweaty and manly wrestling match. ❤️SCOTT

c. A professional meeting where you charm your date with some astonishing business advice! ❤️VERA

d. A wild party in international waters. ❤️POLLY

e. A lovely walk in the forest... after rescuing your date from a dragon! ❤️MIRANDA

f. Crimes. ❤️DAMIEN

You find a genie in a bottle. You can ask for whatever you want. What do you ask for?

a. A rainbow that you can eat! ❤️MIRANDA

b. I don’t ask for anything. I drink the genie from the bottle. I can grant my own wishes! ❤️DAMIEN

c. Before asking for anything, you try to negotiate up to the three standard wishes. ❤️VERA

d. Infinite confetti! ❤️POLLY

e. ...His friendship! ❤️SCOTT

f. Him to not be so cliched. Genies and wishes... so mainstream! ❤️LIAM

What would be the most appealing in a love partner?

a. A big... horn. ❤️DAMIEN

b. Sharp wits. ❤️LIAM

c. Kawaii eyes. ❤️MIRANDA

d. A very tsundere personality. ❤️VERA

e. Soft fur. ❤️SCOTT

f. A taste for party. ❤️POLLY

[agentkatie]

Chaos at First Sight

The first of the three prizes for my fic giveaway - this one’s for the lovely @absinthianajones​, who asked for a first meeting between Sera and her Widdle! Thanks for the prompt and the patience - this was a lot of fun to write! ^_^

Sera goes hunting for new prank gear, and finds something better in the process.

1165 words, Sera x Dagna, pre-relationship fluff/explosions. Also on AO3.

Blackwall had stopped being Blackwall.

He never had been Blackwall, not really, but since all that shite in Orlais he’d stopped being the fun Blackwall – Beardy, Thom, whatever – and had turned into the stuffed suit of armour Sera had thought he was to begin with. It needed to change, sooner than yesterday, but if he wouldn’t go to the Rest with her then she’d have to go to him with… something.

Something fun, and loud, and preferably just a little bit dangerous.

With her current arsenal too maimy for the job, the Undercroft seemed like the right place to find new toys; she’d have to avoid that stick-in-the-mud Harritt, else she’d get a stick lodged somewhere, but she hadn’t got along in the Jennies without learning how to be discreet now and then. Inky was easily persuadable, and as Harritt left for the quartermaster grumbling silverite doesn’t grow on trees she slipped through the door closing behind him, grinning as her eyes fell on the alchemy table.

Bees were always a laugh, and he’d know it was her, but she didn’t want her chaos to be predictable, plus he’d only moan if they got caught in his beard. Besides, experimentation was irresistible – especially with Harritt’s range of ingredients. Sera cackled to herself as she plucked a vial from her belt and set about making the most lurid concoction she could imagine, rashvine and deep mushrooms and Ghoul’s Beard all mushed together until her mortar glowed bright red and hissed.

“Hi!”

She was just pouring her creation into her vial when the cheerful voice sounded behind her; she flinched, the flask falling from her hand and shattering on the floor. And it was probably a good thing, because the purpose was to surprise Blackwall, not to set his barn on fire; still, as flames sparked up around her she couldn’t help but wish it was him and not her.

“Shite!”

Arrows didn’t work on fire no matter how hard she tried, and so all she could do was get out of range; she shrieked as she leapt onto alchemy table and away from the carnage as a small figure dashed into view. “I’ve got it!” the woman – a dwarf – called out, dodging around the fire to reach the table; after a few short moments of scrabbling about she pulled a light-blue potion from one of the drawers, throwing it over the blaze without a second’s hesitation. It suppressed the blaze almost instantly, the roaring flames calmed to embers on contact; as the fire flickered and died the woman rushed forward once more, enthusiastically stamping out the remaining cinders.

It occurred to Sera that she’d never seen the woman before, and she couldn’t figure out how she’d missed her; she knew all of Skyhold – all the passages and secrets and little people everyone else seemed to forget about – but somehow she didn’t know her. She certainly would have remembered her button nose, and her spattering of freckles, and the upturn of her lips which hinted Sera was in much less trouble than she ought to be; now she had seen her, she didn’t much want to look away.

“Rashvine and Ghoul’s Beard don’t go well together,” the woman chirped, offering her hand to Sera; she took it, even though she didn’t really need to, hopping down from the table with a grin. “Don’t worry; I learnt that the hard way, too. Although depending on your point of view, they also go really well together.” She looked pensively at the ground, eyes narrowing at the charred surface; after a moment she shook her head, focussing her attention back on Sera. “I’m Dagna.”

“Sera.”

“I know,” she said, explaining further at the sight of Sera’s curious expression. “You’re the one who gave the Inquisitor that Jar of Bees recipe. I’ve got some ideas to improve it.”

“Waste of time,” Sera scoffed. “You can’t make bees better.”

“The bees are fine, but what about this: add wasps.”

Sera’s eyes widened at the image which came to mind, one of Solas chased by an angry swarm of wasps and bees; she cackled in delight, hoping she had more terrible brilliant ideas up her sleeve. “Piss it; that’s great.”

“So, what are you trying to make?” Dagna asked as she turned her attention to the herb-strewn apothecary table, beginning to carefully place the ingredients back in their containers.

“Something explodey,” Sera told her. “Maybe. I’m not set.”

“Looking for a new grenades?”

“No. Well – yeah, sort of, but not really.”

“Ah,” Dagna said, shooting her a knowing look. “Who’s it for?”

There wasn’t much point in denying it; a woman who wanted to add wasps to bees wasn’t one to run and tell Inky, and if Sera told her she’d probably help. “Beardy. Blackwall – whatever his name really is. Beardwall,” she said, then snickered at her own joke. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Ah, I heard about that. Out to teach him a lesson?”

She was asking a lot of questions, eyes wide and full of interest as she looked up at her, and Sera didn’t mind in the slightest. “Nah. He’s proper sorry, and proper mopey. Needs cheering up. Something to blow up in his face, but nice – like hey, you’re shit, but we still like you! You know?”

She hoped that she did know, because not many of the others did, and she really needed someone to play with; Dagna nodded as that pensive expression crossed her face once more, fiddling absentmindedly with one of the tools from her table. “I’ve got some Fade-Touched Nevarrite I’ve been saving for a rainy day, but it never seems to rain here. We could rig it to a crate—”

“—so it explodes—”

“—not dangerously, much, just… dramatically.” Sera nodded, more and more excited with each passing moment – at both the idea, and her new accomplice. “But then inside we put something that he likes. What does he like?”

“Beards,” was her immediate response, before she stopped to think about the question properly. “Nah, wait – he likes making shite out of wood. Maybe we make him something. Like a beard. Or an arse!”

Dagna giggled, an adorable bubble of laughter that fluttered in Sera’s chest and made her laugh along with her. “I don’t know much about woodworking – not enough to carve an ass into wood, at any rate. But I could learn. The art of ass-carving.”

“Arse-carving,” Sera repeated with a snort. “You’re weird. I like it.”

“Then let’s get to work,” she grinned, pulling a set of goggles from her pocket and throwing them to Sera. “My Nevarrite explodes real nice if you poke it just right; this is going to be fun.”

When Dagna smiled her cheeks dimpled and flushed red, and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and it was the most perfect thing Sera had ever seen.

A pretty girl with a fondness for mayhem and explosions; she was in trouble.

Or Skyhold was. One of the two.

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Improve Your Creative Writing: The Senses

Many people cannot grasp the attention of readers. Some reasons might be the topics, grammar, or even just the creativity. In this article I am going to give you some advice for your creative writing. One of my favorite tricks to make my creative writing higher quality is to utilize the senses. In most cases, everyone has senses they can utilize in every day life. Whether one notices it or not, sensations play a huge role in every day life. Imagine how it would be to eat a warm, sauce covered lasagna that would make your mouth water just from the mere sight of it without your sense of taste? Almost pointless, am I right? You eat specific things because they taste good, most of the time at least.

I am going to go through all the senses, one by one, to help give you tips on how to tease a readers senses, and to make them keep reading your creative writing. Enjoy.

Taste Sweet, sour, bitter, hot, cold, and different textures are all perfect example of how to explain a certain kind of food that relates to taste.

For example: The texture of the sweet cherry jello was in the shape of a cube. The soft edges of the chilly, tasty cube rubbed around my tongue for some time while it dissolved over time, leaving a nice after taste leaving me yearning for more.

Not only can adding sensory motives to your writing make it better in any situation, it is best to add adjectives (ex: chilly) and verbs (ex: rubbed) to your literature as well. This will not only make your writing better, but it helps make your writings longer, and less tedious to fill in blank areas.

If you're talking about an action story, with a tint of violence, you should give the reader insight of the taste of possible blood in the characters mouth from a fight, fall, or something else.

For example: Blood seeped through the small cracks between my teeth, more blood creeping out after each heartbeat. After awhile I got used to the nauseating taste of the thick blood that webbed across my mouth after each gasp of air.

Now, utilize taste to your own advantage, in any way, shape, or form. From the taste of a juicy apple to a gunpowder covered gun barrel, it's up to you.

Smell Smell is another big sense to use in many situations. When a character enters a new area, I recommend using the sense of smell to help bring your reader to understanding the conditions of the environment.

For example: I kicked down the door to get into the burning house, the hysterical mother on the front lawn gravitated to her knees in sadness about her baby located on the second floor. The smell of smoke pumping through my nostrils momentarily stunned me. Quickly, I covered my mouth and nose with my overshirt, the smell of flames devouring furniture, pictures, and other memories to waste. Oh, the thick smell of the fire, it set my mind back momentarily to being a kid, going on camping trips with my father and mother, roasting marshmellows over an open bonfire. My mother, she died on one of those camping trips, burned alive in one of our bonfire pits. I found her, my dad had fleed, I had no where to go. My adrenaline kicked in, I rushed up the stairs, into the babies room, the smell of childrens toys and baby powder mixing with the thick smoke. I leaned down into the crib, picked up that baby, and made a fast dash towards the door, the flames singing my skin.

Ok, so that's a more in depth example that pertains to many senses, but you get the idea. The smoke, the flames, the smell of the babies room? Doesn't it make everything seem more lifelike? Doesn't it tap into your own emotional feelings and past? That's the point. Smell is proven to be the sense that links your strongest to your past, use it to your literary advantage.

Touch Touch is another sense that is actually widely used, more so than other senses from my experiences in reading literature. If someone is writing a story about a baseball game, not many people use the sense of smell, sight, and so on. Rather, they look towards the sense of touch for actions like grabbing a bat, catching a ball, sliding to a base, and more. Using this sense isn't bad, but it is best to mix the senses in many situations to grab even more attention, and to tap into the readers sensory imagination and/or experiences. The best way to use the sense of touch in creative writing is to use adjectives.

For example: I grabbed the wooden bat, you could tell it was old from the wearing grip. I could feel some splinters piercing through my batting gloves, but it didn't phase me. Standing like a statue, I stood next to the plate gripping the bat behind the back of my head with both hands. The pitcher winded up his arm, and released what seemed like a fireball to the catcher, I swung and made such powerful contact that my hands tensed and wouldn't release the bat momentarily. I started running, dropping the bat, I felt the small splinters unpierce from my sweaty palms. With my feet pounding away at the Earth below me, dirt kicking up every revolution of my feet, I made it to first base.

Words like gripping and piercing initiate the sense known as touch. You cannot really pierce the other senses, not like touch. So adding physical features like pain and pleasure into your writings help tap into the readers mind.

Sight Sight is an interesting sense to use in many situations. With sight you can describe lighting, textures of objects, and complete many more objectives. Plus, with sight you can describe colors, an important aspect in certain situations.

For example: Gasping for air I searched for a hiding spot, the killer right on the other side of the flimsy wooden cabin door. The dark crevaces in the corners looked somewhat promising, but he would see me with his blinding flashlight. Beads of sweat running down my face, I noticed a red object on the wall about ten feet away. After closer observations I noticed it was a medium sized fire extinguisher, and I heard the murderer knock down the door. I quickly grabbed the extinguisher, the hose in my right hand, the body of the extinguisher in my left. The murder finally turned towards me, I felt tears distorting my vision, I was so scared, I didn't want to die. The light from his flash light blurred my vision even further, but I saw the light coming closer, I sprayed the fire extinguisher at the man. All I could hear was coughing, all I could see was a cloud of white smoke so thick, there was no opaque spot. I could see the outline of the door, the smoke from the extinguisher escaped through there so it was easy to detect. I ran into the dark woods, the fortified trees giving me a place to momentarily hide.

Sight is sometimes harder to utilize. Just remember to use colors sometimes (red fire extinguisher) and lighting (dark cabin crevaces) for added effects. Also, use strong describing words (fortified trees) to give more of an effect about the environment to the reader.

Sound From a happy lullaby to the sound of a deadly explosion, sound is very important. Imagine a story where sound was never described? The whole story would seem like a library, and that's usually no fun. To further the use of sound effects, use action words.

For example: The weather today is more than perfect. A bunch of my friends and I went to the local park for a picnic. Upon arriving there I heard all the happy children playing with their friends and parents, I truly missed those days. The wind was picking up a little bit, you could hear the whipping of the grass against the small fence at the entrance. I stopped to observe the nice park, I hadn't been here in awhile anyway, it has changed a lot. I closed my eyes to listen to the world around me. The water about one hundred feet away from the bay was lightly crashing against the shore leaving me relaxed, the sounds of chipring birds in the bushes, and childrens laughter put me into a good state of mind.

Using the action words (crashing, whipping) help show the intensity of the sound an object is making. If you do not specify the intensity of a sound it can confuse a reader. Was crashing water too loud for an enjoying picnic? No, it was lightly crashing creating a peaceful setting.

Other Senses -The kinesthetic sense is a sense that many people haven't really heard of. The kinesthetic sense is knowing the position of your body parts. It's hard to explain this sense, so let me give you an example with combing the kinesthetic (also known as Proprioception ) sense and literature.

For example: Looking at the teacher writing on the blackboard, I saw an error in his calculations. I shot my hand up, but the teacher couldn't see it. With my hand in the air, I called his name and grabbed his attention.

The child in the classroom knew where his hand was; in the air.

-Balance is another sense according to some sources. Balance is easy to comprehend. Staying physically stabilized is the easiest personal explanation I can give for the meaning of balance. But how do you use it in literature?

For example: I looked straight ahead as the cop ordered, and tried to walk the yellow median line in the middle of the read. All was going well until I found myself laid onto the ground moments later. My balance was horribly impaired, I couldn't even walk a solid yellow line.

Balance can be used in many other ways. One good way I can think of using balance is in possible kung-fu stories with gravity defying action.

Conclusion I hope this helps all of the people that read it to become better creative writers. But please, do not limit yourself when using these tips to creative writing. If you're writing a sports article or something, feel free to add that extra sensory input into your literature.

Good luck, and happy writing.

Questions and/or comments? E-mail me at chem1calburn@yahoo.com. Thank you.