#all these sides of him are fighting in a constant war and it's sucking out his soul and none of them win in the end

[aq2003]

been thinking about this a lot but i think one of the absolutely best things about dt's macbeth is his portrayal of the character's downright cruelty like he is so properly fucking horrifying at points and YET you still feel so fucking much for him anyway because at the same time you see this broken and traumatized man who keeps fighting and fighting and doesn't know how to stop

[revelboo]

Ahhh you’re sky fire was soo good and star scream and sound wave im on the edge of my seat. Anyways if possible a part 2 for the big old scientist sky fire.

Sure!

Floating Down The River Pt 3

IDW Skyfire x Reader

• Servos pressed to your spine, he’s not sure if you’re only after his warmth or if you’re just an affectionate, little thing. Feeling your constant shivering as you shift against him, chilly little hands against his mesh to make him shudder. “Sorry,” you mumble as he vents, a leg outstretched, sitting on the cold ground. Not sure what to do now. Knows he could reach out to the Autobots, but he might end up sucked into the war when he just wants to maintain his pacifism and neutrality. So tired of the unending fighting.

• “It’s alright,” he says, deep voice rumbling through you where you’re plastered against his warm mesh, shamelessly leaching his heat since you’re still wet and freezing. And the giant robot, Skyfire, is being a good sport about it, tolerating your wet, icy self. And you’re too frazzled to be scared of him. If he was going to hurt you, he wouldn’t be trying to keep you warm. Probably. If you think of him as your own iron giant with a much bigger vocabulary, he’s not so scary at all.

• “What are you doing out here, anyway?” You ask, a knee sliding against him, your breath distractingly warm on his mesh. Fidgeting as he tries to figure out how exactly to answer that. Because right now? He’s living under a bridge, only returning to the Ark to have to beg for energon, but refusing to stay and listen to Optimus try to convince him to join a war that goes against everything he believes in. That he’d still refuse to join even if his best friend wasn’t on the wrong side.

• “I like it out here. Your world’s lovely. Alive,” he says slowly and that last word catches at you. Alive. Like maybe his world isn’t. Maybe he’d come here as a refuge because he didn’t have a choice? “I’m sorry about earlier. I have to remain hidden.” Yeah, you can get that. Because the government would only see a threat or a weapon they can use. And what he wants wouldn’t matter at all, would it? For some reason the thought of this big, gentle guy getting used, maybe hurt bothers you. It’s silly to feel protective of a giant, alien robot, especially considering there’s nothing you could really do to help him if he did need it. But he could have let you drown and any worries about you ratting him or would have died with you, but he’d saved you anyway even knowing you might still betray him.

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[weirdmorefics]

Hi! Can I send in a request for being another timelord who travels with the 9th doctor and Rose Tyler being like a sister figure to Y/N?

A/N- Yes yes yes!!! I have actually had an idea for something like this just hadn't written it yet.

Readers Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 3.9k

Summary- (BASED ON S1 E6) The Doctor and Rose find themselves in a bunker in Utah full of alien artifacts. They are shocked to find some of these artifacts are alive and not here of their own free will. You just so happen to be one of these artifacts.

The Slightly Behind Timelord

I used to keep track of how many days I'd been chained and experimented on but the days quickly turned into months and the months turned to years. I've long since lost hope of ever returning to Gallifrey. It was in shambles when I was last home, the war was constant. I was a coward and stole my parent's Tardis to escape from having to fight. A stupid coward who didn't check if it was in working condition to only have crashed and ended up imprisoned by a man who I know as Mr. Van Statten. I should have stayed and fought then at least I would have died with dignity.

I have refused to talk since my arrival. I may have betrayed Gallifrey by fleeing but I refuse to make things worse than they already are there. Nevertheless, Mr. Van Statten comes and talks to me every single day asking about about my ship. They have dissected the TARDIS piece by piece. I secretly hope it burns them alive. When Mr. Van Statten inevitably gets nothing out of me he sends in a man an orange suit to torture it out of me. It never works but they do not stop.

Today was different they had a new man with them, he was restrained and they strapped him to the walls like me. I wonder if this was a new torture strategy.

"Look here we got you a friend maybe now you will do some talking," Van Statten says cheerfully.

I look at the man with pity knowing they are going to torture him as well. Van Statten's men unchain me and drag me to the other side of the room. I don't even fight them anymore I don't have the energy to spare.

Van Statten powers up his inhumane X-ray and says, "Smile!"

The man screams in pain as the red beam scans him and Van Statten smiles in glee at the results.

"Two hearts! A binary vascular system! Here I thought you were special," he shouts a glare in my direction and the man chained up widens his eyes.

The man doesn't look at Van Statten but puts his focus on me, "Where are you from?"

"No point in talking to her she hasn't spoken since we tore her from the rubble of her ship. She put up quite the fight when we started dissembling her ship screaming you are killing her. Then not a single word," he sighs in disappointment shaking his head at me. "I would get rid of her now that I have you but I need more information about the ship."

I suck in a breath they kill without care here, I wonder if everyone on this planet is like that. The man chained is certainly not from here maybe he can get me out. However, he is looking at me like I am unreal so perhaps not.

If looks could kill Van Statten would certainly be dead from this man's fiery gaze, "You're not a collector you're a scavenger."

"This technology has been falling to earth for centuries I am simply just making use of it. Oh the advances I've made from alien junk you have no idea, Doctor," he grins but I quickly interrupt.

I gasp, "The Doctor! Has Gallifrey won the war! How are you here?"

Van Satten's grin turns to a full-blown smile, "First you make the Dalek talk now my longest surviving exhibit! You truly are something!"

"there- there is uh... a Dalek here," I whisper afraid to speak their name.

The Doctor looks at me eyes full of guilt and astonishment, he still looks at me as if I am not here.

"Thank you again Doctor so much for getting her to talk keep her talking for me why don't you? Since you all seem so scared of said Dalek, I think I will go back and try to have a word with it. I find fear is the best motivator to get people spending, " Van Statten is practically glowing with joy and I wish I could smack the joy right off.

The Doctor wrestles with his chains trying to break free, "You can't go in there with it! Now that it knows that I am here it will come looking for me! No one on this planet will be safe!"

His screams fill me with fear if I could throw up right now I would but they hardly ever feed me so there is nothing to throw up so I end up hyperventilating. Mr. Van Statten ends up shocking the Doctor and his angry words are replaced with painful screams.

I struggle against my chains screaming at the top of my lungs, "He tells the truth! You don't stand a chance against the Daleks! The war lasted centuries on Gallifrey here you will be lucky to last day!"

Van Statten looks at me in awe, "Wow full sentences maybe you will prove useful after all these years."

Nothing I say to this psychotic man will ever get into that thick skull of his, I would facepalm if my hands weren't shackled to the wall.

Alarms sound and angry red lights flash, my heart sinks, it's to late.

The Doctor's tone shifts from begging to demanding, "Release me if you want to live."

Van Statten quickly makes work of the chains holding the Doctor down and runs for the door.

The Doctor points to me, "Forgetting someone?"

Van Statten waves him off, "We haven't the time!"

"You need all the information you can get on Daleks, let her out now!" he shouts leaving no room for questions and Van Statten quickly does the command.

My legs feel like jelly as we run into the elevator I can't remember the last time I've walked unchained let alone run. I felt so out of place, especially in a ratty hospital gown.

"You have to keep it caged," he shouts to Van Statten's lackeys.

"Doctor it's all my fault," a blonde says apologetically on the screen.

A guard informs us that he has sealed off the exits and the lock as a million combos no way the thing's getting out. I shake my head at his idiocy I just hope this blonde girl is also a timelord, the more the better.

"Daleks are genius they can figure out a billion combinations in ten seconds flat." The Doctor informs.

The Dalek quickly figures out how to exit the moment I see it on the screen I cover my mouth in horror.

"Don't shoot I want it unharmed!" Van Statten shouts.

"Are you that dense! You would rather a whole planet die than lose a collection piece!" I shout at the man who held me captive for years and swing a punch at his face which earns me the pleasant crunch noise from his nose.

two guards pull me away from him as I smile for the first time in ages. The Doctor doesn't seem to notice the commotion shouting for the blonde whose name is apparently Rose to run.

I look back to the screen to see the Dalek destroying the screen connection. I feared the sucker would go right through the screen and appear before me like a Weeping Angel. I stumbled backward but the guards just tugged harder to keep me in place. I groaned in response to the uncomfortable position.

The Doctor's head whipped in the direction of the noise in high alert, "let her go! You are focused on the wrong alien here!"

The guards look to Van Statten for his approval, "She's got one hell of a right hook, I'll give her that... drop her.

The guards took this a little too literally and dropped me directly on my ass, as the others make their way to the computer.

"Oh my god, it's draining the whole power supply," the woman with us gasped.

"It's not just the energy it's the whole internet, it knows everything," The Doctor states.

"Cameras in the vault our down," the woman relays.

"It's going to absorb everything," I sigh

"We have to kill it now!" The Doctor shouts.

We watch soldiers die again and again through the surveillance cameras. It's Gallifrey all over again I can't escape it, but maybe I can help this time instead of running away.

"Tell them to stop shooting!" Van Statten says but I am seriously praying this is a very cruel joke.

"But it's killing them!" The woman shouted back.

"They're dispensable that Dalek is unique. I don't want a single scratch on it!" he shouts to the lifeless soldiers.

I clench my fists, "You are asking me to hurt you! You are putting lives over a killer," I shout getting in his face his guards instantly stand up preparing for me to strike him again which probably wasn't far off thinking.

"He's an idiot we need to focus," The Doctor interrupts and I return my gaze to the map as they discuss alien weapons.

"There has to be a way to keep it alive, maybe we trap it down there-"

The Doctor cuts him off, "Leaving everyone trapped with it? Rose is down there. I won't let that happen, have you got that?"

That seems to shut Van Statten up for once thank god.

"Who is Rose? Is she from Gallifrey? Did you two come here to stop the last Dalek? Does that mean Gallifrey is safe again?" I ramble many questions at once.

"Doesn't talk for years now you don't shut up," he glares at me like this whole situation is somehow my fault.

The Doctor frowns, "Leave her be Statten." He ignores my questions and tells them to arm all the soldiers with alien weapons it's the only way to beat it. Then he directs the soldiers on how to kill a Dalek always aim for the eye the soldiers shut him down.

"I can't help but think everyone on this planet is insanely dense," I sigh.

The doctor smirks, " There are some good humans out there, you wouldn't know being stuck here with these imbeciles."

Van Statten's glare burns into The Doctor I feel the heat of the glare just from the proximity.

"We have visuals again," the woman informs and all of our eyes dart to the computer.

"It wants us to see," The Doctor growled.

We all stare in shock as the Dalek uses the sprinklers to electrocute and kill all the soldiers at once.

"Perhaps we should consider a different strategy like abandoning the place," Van Statten nervously stumbles over his words. I had never seen him like this he always seemed confident when torturing me. If this were any other situation I would be overjoyed to see him like this. I wish I was the one to make him feel like this, not the Dalek.

The woman glares at him, "Except there's no power to the helipad, sir."

"You said we could seal the vault," The Doctor interrupts their glaring showdown.

"There's not enough power!" she shouts.

"There's emergency power we could redirect it to the bulkhead door," The Doctor defends.

"It would take a computer genius to get through the security codes!" The woman says frustrated.

"Good thing you got me," Mr. Van Statten smiles.

"You wanna help?" The Doctor asks shocked.

"No there is no way he wants to help! It is physically impossible he has no empathy. This has to be a trick!" I shout.

"It's not out of empathy, I don't want to die as simple as that. This could have been avoided if you talked in the first place. I would have known what it was capable of years ago." He shouts back at me.

The camera turns back on and the Dalek's voice fills the room, "I shall only speak to the doctor."

"You are gonna get rusty," he responds to the Dalek who still getting soaked by the sprinkler system.

"I don't think now is a great time for jokes Doctor," I whisper.

"I fed off the DNA of Rose Tyler. Extrapolating the biomass of a time-traveler regenerated me," the Dalek speaks.

"What's your next trick," the Doctor rolls his eyes.

"I have been searching for the Daleks," it responds.

"Yeah, I saw downloading the entire internet. What did you see?" He saunters around the table.

"I searched your radio signals and telescopes," it responds.

I anxiously pick at the scabs already forming from when I punched Satten. What will happen if this Dalek happens to find more Daleks? What if he isn't the last one.

The Doctor seems completely unphased, "and find anything?"

"Nothing, Where shall I get my order from now!" It screams loudly.

"Nothing but a solider without any commands," the Doctor teases.

I look at him in shock he can't possibly think it's a good thing to rile up at a Dalek more.

"Then I shall follow my primary order, the Dalek instinct to conquer and destroy," it responds.

"What for! What's the point!" The Doctor shouts his facade slipping. "Don't you see everything is gone, everything you stood for."

"Then what should I do?" The Dalek actually seemed to have an emotion other than hatred. Many emotions. I would have felt bad for it if not for all they have done against Gallifrey.

"Alright, then. If you want orders follow this one. Kill yourself," the doctor responds coldly.

I look up at him with wide eyes this is not the Doctor they spoke of on Gallifrey the mischievous one who was too smart for his own good. This Doctor was cold and harsh with his words.

"The Daleks must live on," the Dalek shouts in a familiar rage that all Daleks have.

"The Daleks have failed! Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct! Rid the universe of your filth! Why don't you just die, " The Doctor shouts back such cruel words that I am worried that the Dalek will retaliate immediately.

"You would make a good Dalek," it responds and I think I have officially heard the worst insult anyone could make toward a Gallifreyian.

I put my hand on the Doctor's arm, " I am so sorry."

The Doctor does not look at me he looks broken but yells to Statten, "Seal the vaults!"

"She's still down there," the woman whispers to the doctor.

He calls Rose on his phone to get updates on her location he cares so much about this Rose she has to be a Time Lady like me. I can't imagine the Doctor having much time to visit other planets after the war.

He relays to her that he can't stop the gate from closing she has to run. He waits as long as he can and apologizes before shutting the vault. He frantically asks if she made it but his face quickly sets into a deep frown.

He quickly pulls off his earpiece, "I killed her."

Van Statten says, "I'm sorry." I have never heard him say sorry before I haven't heard the word sorry in so long it sounds foreign.

"I was supposed to protect! She was only here because of me! And you're sorry? I could have killed that Dalek in its cell but you stopped me."

"It was the prize of my collection!" He defended.

I shook my head hard, "You valued your collection over life you are disgusting."

"Man goes to space to be part of something greater," the Doctor spits.

"Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars! That's why I kept her here!" he points to me. "If you think about it, it is all her fault none of this would have happened if she told me how her ship worked."

The Doctor shook his head, "You just wanted to drag the stars underground! Of course, she wouldn't talk you enslaved her and experimented on her! You are about as far from the stars as you can get!" His angry screams turned to sorrowful sighs, "And you took Rose down with you she was nineteen years old."

"She's so young can she not regenerate?" I ask sadly.

"She's human," he sighs.

I can't understand what a timelord is doing traveling with humans I understand now is not the time for questions.

The elevator doors open and the Doctor is quick to yell at the man for leaving his companion behind.

The monitor turns back on the Dalek holding its weapon to the back of the girl, "Open the vault or Rose Tyler dies."

The doctor gasps, "You're alive!"

"Can't get rid of me that easily," she teases.

"I thought you were dead," he shouts.

The Dalek interrupts, "Open the vault!"

"Don't" she begs.

"What use are emotions, if you will not save the woman you love," the Dalek states. Curious what does a Dalek know about love?

"I killed her once, I can't do it again," he states as he presses the button.

This is most certainly not the Doctor who was infamous in Gallifrey how long have I been missing. I hear Van Satten shouting but none of it really matters anymore. The Dalek will kill us and I have been missing so long that no one back home will know the difference. I am not going down without a fight. If my life didn't mean something hopefully my death can.

I adjust my posture to appear taller, "You collect all these dangerous aliens so where are your dangerous alien weapons?"

The woman shouts at me "All the weapons are in the vault!"

"Only the cataloged ones," Van Statten's employee smiles at me. I can't help the blush that appears on my face I can't remember the last time someone smiled at something I said.

The Doctor nods his head at me, "Good idea." He still looks at me like I'm a figment of his imagination and will disappear soon.

We left Van Statten and his assistant upstairs and went to the basement for weapons. The doctor tosses the weapons that are useless but finds a gun which relieves some of my anxiety.

"Stay here! I'll come back for you as soon as I handle the Dalek!" He demands

"You are out of your mind! I've been locked here for years and you're the first timelord I've seen here! If you think I am letting you fight a Dalek alone you're mental!" I shout back it feels strange screaming at anyone after refusing to speak for so long even weirder to scream at a war hero from my own planet.

He takes a deep breath trying to control his rage, "I don't have time for this! I can't have you dying while I am saving Rose!"

I shove him, hold my head high, and walk right by him, "I have more regenerations left than you old man."

He jogs to catch up to me, "No convincing you?"

"God you sound like my parents when I stole their Tardis," I groan as we jog up the stairs.

He smirks, "I stole a Tardis myself once."

"Now that's a story I have to hear," I grin wide.

"Another day," he sighs as we quietly enter the room with the Dalek and Rose.

The Doctor steps in front of me "Rose get out of the way now!"

"No, I won't let you do this," she frowns.

I stare wide-eyed at her she can't be saying this does she know of the war on Galifrey why wouldn't the Doctor have told her.

"That thing killed thousands of people!" He shouts.

"It's not the one pointing a gun at me," she snaps and I kind of want to throttle this girl.

"I've got to do this the Daleks destroyed my home! My people! I've got nothing left!" He shouts.

My head whips to face the Doctor, "What do you mean nothing." My voice shakes no matter how hard I try to remain calm. "We didn't win the war? How are you here then?"

I turn back to the Dalek, "Did they win?"

I stomp towards the Dalek and the doctor pleads with me to wait. Rose looks at me nervously I guess I can still look scary in a hospital gown and no weapon of my own. When she steps out of the way I freeze in my spot I've never seen a Dalek out of its exoskeleton.

"What is it doing?" This has to be a ploy, one they use to seem weaker then snap. Though a Dalek would never do that they need to feel superior or they are nothing.

"It's the sunlight that's all it wants," Rose defends the Dalek as it reaches its hand to the sun I back up. This is not normal behavior.

The Doctors' gaze follows, "But it can't..."

"It couldn't kill me or Van Statten it's changing!" Rose defends yet again. "And what about you Doctor what the hell are you changing into?"

I whip to Rose, "You have no right! You have no idea what these Daleks did to our home!"

"Our?" She questions.

"Why do we survive?" The Dalek asks. "I am the last of the Daleks."

"You're not even that, you absorbed Rose's DNA. You are mutating," the Doctor explains.

"Into what?" it responds.

"Something new," he replies.

I frown I am happy that there are no more Daleks but this is truly a Dalek's worst nightmare.

"I am sorry," The Doctor sighs.

"isn't that better?" Rose asks.

"Not for a Dalek," why am I feeling sorry for the Dalek they destroy everything it's their goal. I can't help but relate to it when we have been stuck in the same prison for years... I thought about burning this whole place down myself.

"So many ideas, so much darkness. Give me orders! Order me to die Rose," the Dalek says pained.

She shakes her head, "No I can't."

"This is not life! This is sickness. I shall not be like you. Order me to die. Obey! Obey! Obey!" The dalek screams and I can't help but step a few feet back the words reminding me of hearing the constant battlefield noises out my childhood window on Gallifrey.

"Do it," she says.

"Are you frightned Rose Tyler?"

"Yes"

"So am I, Exterminate." The Dalek floats up and prepares to self destruct as Rose and I run away from it.

I fall to the ground as I watch the Dalek explode all the adrenaline I once had fades out of me. I look up to the Doctor, "What do you mean you have no one?"

His pitiful gaze that he sent me when he first found out I was Timelord made sense now as he responds, There's no more Gallifrey... no more Daleks. The whole planet gone."

I can sob " I should have stayed home. I should have never ran away. If I stayed at least I would have gone with my family." I turn to the doctor but can barely see him through my tears. "Is there really no other Timelords?"

Rose quickly gets onto the floor and rubs my back, "hey you never know! The Doctor thought he was the only Timelord left but here you are! Plus you get to constantly prove the Doctor was wrong not many people get the oppurtunity."

I sniffle, "That's true, and I do love proving people wrong."

"There you go," she soothes. "We will get you a good cup of tea my Mum always says tea cure anything," She helps me to feet.

"You are really good at this comforting thing. Is she always this sweet?" I ask the Doctor.

The Doctor seems to have glossy eyes as well but hides his emotions well, "Yeah, that's why I keep her around."

"Hey!" she shoves him.

"The grief is very heavy right now but I am thankful to be surrounded by such light that could even turn a Dalek's cold heart warm.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/mokkamicci/708045503336775680/kataang-vs-zutara-a-small-chat

This accidentally came up on my dash so I thought I’d give it a read and you know what? They were so close - so gosh darn close - to making a couple of really good points, but they kept losing it. I was willing to hear them out, but they lost me when they started talking about Aang’s character traits.

Honestly, I think you're being too kind. I see someone who is not okay with harrassment, but that is perfectly happy living in an echo-chamber where the only thing that exists is their alternative version of Avatar in which Katara never liked Aang and he was terrible, and, more importantly, an alternative reality in which the poor zutarians are just "fighting back" against the evil Kataang fans by *checks notes* accusing them of pedophilia, rape apologism, racism, and misogyny for shipping Kataang instead of zutara, and thus using that as justification for doxxing and sending rape/death threats.

(Seriously, the dick sucking and constant "BUT I DO LOVE OUR OBVIOUSLY SUPERIOR SHIP" after the tiniest criticism is the biggest proof of the zutara fandom having some serious issues. Even zutarians are scared of speaking out against their so-called friends because they KNOW these fuckers are unstable and impossible to reason with).

Aang is a child that wants to have fun instead of fighting a war - a responsibility that he never asked for and has no way of rejecting. He feels trapped because he is, and that upsets him. That's his only "immaturity."

The most selfish we've seen him be was when he hid the map to their dad from Katara and Sokka, because he was afraid THEY were going to leave him - because they were the only 'family' he had left, and he was scared of being all alone. He still realized what he did was wrong and confessed. He wasn't caught, he decided, of his own free will, to tell the truth and suffer the consequences.

And I gotta laugh whenever Zutarians pretend AANG was the character that had trouble putting people's needs before his own, not their "perfect", beloved Zuko, who literally let his uncle go to prison just so he could be on Ozai's good graces again - Ozai is literally the ONLY person Zuko always put before himself, and that's why he ended up trapped in that abusive situation for so long: he was constantly distancing himself from people that could help, because they weren't saying what he wanted to hear.

The only thing that's funnier is their insistence that Kataang is one-sided despite plenty of evidence that Katara liked Aang back, meanwhile they insist zutara is canon when neither character was explicitly stated or implied to have feelings for the other.

So much for "Zutara fans criticise the Kataang ship with logic and facts." If that shit is logic and facts, I don't even wanna know what lies and nonsense would look like.

[kotemf]

Codywan week - day 3

I'm here with another story for the @codywanweek! The story sucks but whatever, all my stories do. You can read it on my Wattpad, Ao3, or here.

  Prompt: soulmate AU, after the war, take me instead / saving each other

It's been a year since the war ended. It took a while to settle everything, to sign the new contracts with the CIS, to get the clones a citizenship... The political situation in the Republic still wasn't ideal, but that was the senate's problem. Not the Jedi's. Not the clones'.

  Cody did his fair share of work when the clones were fighting for their freedom and for compensation for the years they fought for the Republic with no payment. Needless to say, Obi-Wan was there every step of the way, as a moral support for Cody and a huge help for all of the clones. While the Jedi as whole didn't join the political process, many Jedi decided to help where they could, as well as a few senators. In the end, they made it somewhat work. The clones got a citizenship and a bit of money, it was a win even if the money barely bought them food for a few weeks.

  After being recognized as citizens, the clones started exploring the joys of life. Actual life, not just surviving battles. They were now free to study, find their dream job, travel, build a home, find a significant other if they weren't lucky like Cody and didn't find their soulmate in their Jedi general.

  Cody could have traveled across the galaxy and explore just like Rex did. He could've joined Boil in his efforts to help war orphans. He could've joined Fox's Coruscant guard or just stay in the army and help hunt down the little that was left of the CIS army. He did neither. He remained by his general's side. Well, Obi-Wan was no longer a general, no longer his commanding officer, so Cody could publicly call him his husband. Yes, husband. They got married according to some ancient Jedi tradition because the force recognized them as soulmates. Apparently, Jedi could marry, master Yoda was just a jealous old prick and decided not to tell anyone. When general - master, Cody reminded himself - Nu found out that Yoda was secretly keeping texts about force bonding traditions, she got so mad with the old troll Obi-Wan felt the echo of it in the force being on the other side of the galaxy.

  After they got married in the Jedi temple on Coruscant, they moved to Tatooine. The Jedi council wanted someone there to monitor the Hutts and prepare Tatooine so they could later free the system from the Hutts. Obi-Wan was reluctant to accept the job, he said Cody deserved better than to move to a hostile desert planet because of Obi-Wan's assignment, but Cody encouraged his Jedi to take the job. He didn't mind living on Tatooine as long as Obi-Wan was happy and by his side.

  The Jedi order chose a house in the wasteland, a few kilometers away from Mos Espa. Cody underestimated just how annoying sand can be, it would be just about the first thing him and Skywalker could agree on, and how much he was going to hate how silent it got at night. Cody grew up among millions of brothers. He missed the constant noise of so many people living together. He missed his brothers. Not that he would tell that to Obi-Wan, the Jedi might take it as not being enough for Cody or something like that. He did, however, ask his husband what he thought about visitors shortly after they moved in and after Obi-Wan told him that he didn't mind Cody's brothers visiting, Cody often invited a brother or two to stay with them for a few days. The last one was Crys but he left the day before. Cody was all alone again, waiting for Obi-Wan to come back from work.

  He heard someone opening the door. That was odd. Obi-Wan wasn't supposed to be back for another hour and half. Maybe he left work earlier? But that didn't make sense, Obi-Wan worked at a meat factory - a waste of his talent, really, but the Jedi council told him to keep a low profile - and his work hours were strict, unlike Cody's. Cody decided to use his experience in fixing ships and got employed by a young woman who led a repair shop. If there was nothing more to fix, he could leave earlier.

  Cody was sure about two things. First, the person opening the door wasn't Obi-Wan. Second, he should get his blaster ready. It was a good thing that he never really got used to not carrying his weapon. Quietly, he pulled out his blaster from where it was hidden under his loose tunic and turned the safety off. 

  Cody did not expect his blaster to be ripped out of his hand with the force. He most certainly didn't expect Darth fucking Maul to walk into the living room. He thought commander Tano captured him on Mandalore and he's been held in the Jedi temple's prison ever since. He must've broken out. This was probably not going to be the romantic, quiet evening Cody imagined having with Obi-Wan.

  "I was expecting Kenobi. Why are you here?" the Sith asked quietly, more to himself than anything. Cody would answer him but Maul apparently thought it a good idea to start force choking him.

  Cody blacked out.

  Cody didn't know how much time passed when he woke up. He guessed not much, because when he carefully opened his eyes, Maul was comfortably sprawled on their couch, looking bored. So Obi-Wan wasn't there yet.

  Maul definitely knew Cody was awake, Cody knew how the force worked, but didn't seem all that concerned about it. Cody's hands and legs were tied and Maul would notice if Cody started untying himself.

  There was something Maul didn't know, though. He didn't know that Cody and Obi-Wan were soulmates, that they shared a force bond. He didn't know that Cody, despite being a force null, could warn Obi-Wan through the force. He just had to close his eyes, focus, focus on their bond, focus on the feeling of his cyare, just like Obi-Wan taught him. And then imagine Maul, sitting on their couch, and pushing that image through their bond.

  Cody struggled to center himself and find their bond. Imagining Maul as clearly as he could, he finally sent the image through the force bond. It didn't occur to him that Maul would feel it in the force, that he let his shields down in favor of focusing on Obi-Wan, that he was projecting in the force.

  Needless to say, Maul didn't waste any time being confused, even if he probably was. He just knocked Cody out with a force suggestion. Cody's last thought before blacking out again belonged to his husband. He hoped Obi-Wan got his message.

  The next time Cody woke up, it wasn't to a silent living room, filled with just his pounding headache and Mauls sneaky presence. He woke up to voices. Voices, plural. One of Maul and one of... Obi-Wan. Did the Jedi not get the warning?

  "-will go with you if you let the clone go." Cody heard Obi-Wan saying. He only now registered the red lightsaber hovering disconcertingly close to his face. Maul didn't look like putting it away.

  "Oh, no... I will cause you the pain you caused to me," Maul answered. What the actual- right, Obi-Wan cut off Maul's legs over a decade ago and Maul still hasn't gotten over it. "I will kill every single one of your loved ones."

  "This isn't about him, Maul. You are after me, not Cody. Take me. I promise I will go with you if you let Cody go."

  "Obi-Wan-" Cody didn't get to finish that sentence. Didn't get to say that his life didn't matter, that he loved Obi-Wan so much and that Obi-Wan should just save himself. Maul swung the lightsaber at him.

  Cody couldn't fully register what was happening, he just saw Maul fly away in the last possible moment - thrown by the force, his mind supplied - and then rapid movements of both Maul and Obi-Wan as the red and blue lightsaber clashed together.

  Then Maul's head fell off.

  Then there was Obi-Wan crouching next to Cody, shielding him from the view of Maul's dead body - completely useless in Cody's opinion, he was a soldier, he's seen quite a few dead bodies.

  "Hey," Obi-Wan spoke gently. "I'm so sorry for this, my dear. This was never supposed to happen, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

  "It's fine."

  "It's not fine, Cody. You almost got killed because of me and my history with Maul. Are you okay?"

  "I almost got my windpipe crushed but other than that... I'm good. Good enough to clean the living room."

  "I will take care of that," Obi-Wan promised. He knew damn well that Cody didn't want the carpet dirty and a fight with a Sith lord was definitely not a valid excuse for walking inside in dirty shoes. "Let me patch you up first."

  "I'm fine, Obi-Wan," Cody rolled his eyes. He was fine. He's survived worse.

  "No, you are not," Obi-Wan argued. His gaze softened as he pulled Cody into a short keldabe kiss. "Just let me take care of you, love."

  Who was Cody to deny Obi-Wan this when he was asking so nicely?

[medlarmeadows]

httyd au but angelstone. rumi is this super strong and skilled dragonrider, riding a brilliantly white nightwing named sunny, while peter is at the bottom of the ranks with his small brown dragon named lizard. everyone adores and looks up to rumi, while peter is ignored and nobody ever wants to partner with him for patrols. he has a tendency to chicken out when facing foes, leaving behind his teammates to face them alone (he never admits its because everybody would say he sucked at the job, never admits that the constant condescension brings down his own belief in himself).

(more under the cut!)

one day, their people face a new war with another clan of dragonriders. when choosing partners, rumi unexpectedly chooses peter. everyone's shocked, some people saying "rumi are you sure? he's deadweight." but rumi stands firm in their decision. when peter asks them why later on, all rumi gives is a cryptic "we were meant to be together, peter sqloint."

flash forward and they're actually such a great duo!!! during fights, peter is tempted to turn tail and flee, but rumi is always there with encouraging words and he's standing his ground (in the air) and continues fighting alongside rumi. everybody around winders how this nobody is suddenly excelling. and despite everything, there are still people who look down on peter, crediting his improvement to rumi alone and never acknowledging the potential peter always had inside him. all it needed was a spark

then comes a huge battle with the leader from the opposing dragonriders. you know that scene in httyd 1 where everyone thinks hiccup dies? yeah THAT. rumi and peter are fighting tooth and nail against the huge dragon that the other leader is riding. rumi gets a lucky shot, tossing the leadee off his dragon. but the enraged dragon retaliates, breathing fire against them. all of a sudden there's a loud "RUMIII", and peter is in front of them. lizard's tail knocks sunny enough to spin both sunny and rumi out of the line of fire. all rumi can do is scream for peter as they see him disappesr behind bright orange flames

rumi was angry. no, they were more than angry. they wanted vengeance. peter, sweet peter. kind and compassionate peter who saw the goodness in the world despite never receiving kindness from it. peter sqloint did not deserve to die. rumi felt a hollowing in their chest, an anguish they didn't think they would've felt months ago had they not fallen in love with peter as they had fought side by side

peter would be avenged

rumi attacks like a wraith, charging with sunny as though they were one being and not two. together, they take down the dragon and make sure that the leader was dead before descending down to the burning remains of the battlefield below to find peter.

they don't see peter first. instead, they see a brown dragon curled in on itself. rumi slowly coaxes lizard to relax, and they see peter. he's unconscious, cuts littering his face and all around his body. his leather armour is torn in several places.

rumi isn't sure he would wake up.

but somehow, he does.

and as life returned to peter, rumi felt life return to themself too. because peter was awake. peter was alive.

there's major celebrations in their island and for once, the people are acknowledging - are celebratin - peter's heroism during the final battle.

and as the celebrations die down, rumi steals peter away from the crowd to speak. and i think you can imagine what happens from then on ;)

also thanatos i guess is one of the stoic other dragonriders they always bump into who develops a soft fondness for them despite coming off as no-nonsense at first. he's the undercover wingman/cupid as somehow he ends up in the middle with both rumi and peter coming to him about their feelings for the other person (thanatos just wants to fight people damnit)

[mayajadewrites]

ghostin

chapter two: year one

read chapter one here

this chapter is short, but we're going by years. so this chapter is year one after the blip. next one is year two.

Year One

Every day feels like a war inside your mind. Constantly trying to figure out why this happened, why so many people had to perish. Why is the world so cruel?

Just when you let yourself jump and fall in love, let your walls down, bring your emotions and baggage to the forefront, he disappears. 

New York is in disarray after the blip. Wilson Fisk has taken the position of mayor for the time being, which Matthew would hate. He would also hate who you are right now. You took a job under Fisk to take out any of his enemies and make sure the city is set for him to take over. Your nights are filled with fighting and watching people you've never met lose their soul to Fisk's wants. 

Every night you return to Matt's apartment, running your hand over his side of the bed. His smell is almost gone from the sheets. The coffee stain is still on the floor along with the pieces of the cup. You refused to pick it up or disturb the pieces. 

The world's heroes, 'The Avengers' haven't done shit about the blip. From what you heard when you were perched on a rooftop, a monster named Thanos initiated the blip and got rid of half of the universe. You watch Steve Rogers constantly try to reassure the city that they will fix this. 

"Tch." You suck your teeth as you watch Captain America try to console New Yorkers. "You will never understand what we're feeling." You turn your head, trying to reverse the tears that are flowing out of your eye. Sometimes you feel like this is all a cruel nightmare and that Matt will come back any moment. 

Every morning is torture. His touch, his smell, his voice, everything is gone. You think about his laugh every single day to make sure you don't forget the beautiful sound. You can't bring yourself to sleep anywhere other than his bed. 

You try to put up a facade that everything is okay. That you're okay. Foggy calls you every now and then, checking in on you. If it wasn't for him, no one else would.

"Hey, Fog." You press the phone to your shoulder.

"It's been exactly a year since the blip." Foggy's voice was shakey. "I thought they would've fixed this by now." 

You shake your head. The hope Foggy has in the Avengers is admirable, but you are quite pessimistic about the whole thing. "Tony Stark has gone into hiding basically with his wife, and he's the smarts of that team. I don't know."

"Damnit Stark." Foggy says. "How are you, though?"

"You know the answer to that." You look down at your black combat boots as the New York wind flows through your hair. "I'm the same as I was when I watched Matt evaporate."

"Hey, it's gonna work out." Foggy tried to reassure you. "I believe theres still good in this world." 

"I admire you for that, Foggy. But right now every day feels like constant torture without him."

Foggy doesn't know you're working for Fisk. He thinks you're taking odd jobs to keep yourself afloat. He would be so disappointed in you and say Matt would hate what you're doing.

Matt would.

But Matt's not here.

No one is here.

[heartofspells]

Tell me things about Sirius and Benjy! (If they aren't spoilers for your fic, lol.) What's their first date like? Who asks who out first? What's Sirius's favorite thing about Benjy? What does Benjy like best about Sirius? I want to know everything!

Ahhh! I will tell you everything! The brain rot is strong, and it's starting to rot the rest of my body.

We're going to start at the beginning. I don't think they like each other all that much from the start when they first meet after Sirius joins the Order. Benjy's older (31) and he's been at this building war for a while, and Sirius is a wide-eyed, wet behind the ears, too eager 19 year old itching to prove himself as more than the outcast Black on the wrong side of the war from the rest of his family. Virtually a kid, can you imagine?

Benjy is a kinder soul, so he doesn't say much about it, just avoids Sirius and the newer recruits (mostly Sirius and James, two peas in a snug little pod and way too similar). Sirius barely acknowledges Benjy's existence because they don't have much in common, do they? Benjy is an old man, brittle and stagnant. He's boring. He plays by the rules and follows orders, but Sirius starts to show obvious disdain the first time they're paired up for an assignment and Benjy talks about all his Old Man Points of Life Wisdom.

Then they get paired together more often a bit later in the war. Sirius realizes that Benjy isn't so bad after all. He's funny. He's mischievous. And yeah, maybe he's got a nice smile.

And of course Sirius is attractive. Anyone with eyes can see that clearly, but Benjy doesn't pay much attention to looks (lies). It's Sirius' laugh that hooks him. The way he talks about his friends like they're the most important things in the universe. It's his relish and fire for life, for that constant step forward, always seeking more, sucking the marrow out of each day.

Realizing they're maybe not so far off from one another, they make plans to see one another outside of Order activities, and that's wonderful. It's lovely. Except for one crucial detail.

Benjy asks Sirius to meet him at a Muggle pub for a drink and a chat, maybe a bit of food. Brilliant! They're halfway through before Benjy makes a comment and Sirius understands. It's a date. He's never been on an honest to god date before. He doesn't want to date, has no interest in it. Dating is for people like James, not people like Sirius who's already moved ten spaces ahead before his finished with the move he's making now. Dating is for people that aren't in the middle of fighting a war. It's for people who see a future beyond the war (though of course his view does a complete 180 after Harry is born, that bright little sunbeam of the future held in Sirius' arms).

Sirius Black does not date, but he'd very much like to keep meeting Benjy at this pub. He'd like to meet him at other pubs and maybe pick him up at his door to take him to a pub, and also possibly the zoo because they both have a fantastic fascination with animals and creatures, and maybe they should go to one of those Muggle theme parks Lily keeps talking about because they sound thrilling, and he'd also very much like to get Benjy inside his flat and show him how he's mastered the usage of the strange thing called a microwave and -

(Benjy says yes to all of it)

[sepublic]

I’ve heard Meta Kraid was never finalized in Metroid Prime because translating the 2D mechanics of his boss fight into 3D gameplay proved too difficult. Even so, I do hope we get to see Meta Kraid again in Beyond; With Retro having either figured it out, or just embracing a different strategy entirely in response to Kraid being 3D. It helps that Beyond is being made under the direct opposite of a crunch, unlike Prime!

Something interesting about how Kraid fights is that he’s essentially a walking, living weapons platform; He hurls nails, shoots spikes and parasites, splashes acid, and vomits up fireballs and rocks at enemies. It’s only in Dread that we actually see him use melee attacks, and it’s worth noting that his arms are long and gangly, which could be why he doesn’t normally rely on them; That and the restraints of course, since Mercury Steam must’ve thought it made no sense for Kraid not to use his arms, and/or throw his entire weight onto a cornered Samus. So they created a Doylist explanation for this limit.

The way Kraid fights reminds me of an AT-AT from Star Wars that way; A moving, towering turret with high invulnerability. Moving isn’t the main priority, but the fact that it can makes it easy to transport and deadly. So I can imagine a Meta Kraid boss fight working this way;

Samus fights Meta Kraid, who hurls nails that arc towards her position. She can destroy these within a couple shots. Similarly, Kraid regurgitates fireballs and rocks that rain on Samus from above, which she needs to move out of the way of. There are three holes in Kraid’s belly, which can shoot out highly-damaging spike missiles (also capable of being destroyed), as well as parasites that home in on Samus, and poison with a splash radius.

The whole time, Kraid is lumbering towards Samus, and if you’re too close each stomp will release a damaging shockwave; Sometimes Kraid does a big stomp that shakes the whole floor so powerfully that Samus needs to jump when it does, something like that. If Kraid gets too close, he does damage on contact, and can back you up against a wall where it’s harder to dodge his attacks.

Maybe he can even charge at you for devastating damage before rebounding off; Otherwise it’ll suck to be trapped between Kraid and a wall. Then he tries walking into you again, turning around as he pushes Samus along the walls of the arena. It’s a constant game of backing Samus into a corner, as she maneuvers around Kraid, who then turns around and aims for the other side of the arena behind Samus all over again.

Maybe Beyond could incorporate Dread’s mechanic of morphballing into Kraid’s orifice and dropping bombs to injure him; Instead of this being a quick-kill tactic only accessible through sequence breaking, it might be required to defeat Kraid because he’ll bend over in agony. At which point, his eye plating is within grapple beam range; Tear it off and damage Kraid’s eyes to make him scream, then fire missiles into his throat.

Kraid straightens up, the angle from below making it impossible to shoot missiles into his mouth. You have to wait for his orifice to be empty to try bombs again, which won’t always happen since Kraid often refills it immediately with a spike and waits to fire it. Maybe there could also be a mechanic of damaging stalactites on the cave roof above to drop them into Kraid’s head, knocking him down, and/or preemptively destroying his eye plating so you don’t have to tear it off with the grapple beam. But this could be a secret option to replace the morph ball bombs.

And/or, after losing his eye plating, Kraid will sometimes shoot three spike missiles as he turns around, one from each orifice; This conveniently creates stairs for Samus to climb, which she can use to find the right angle to fire missiles into Kraid’s mouth. After taking damage, Kraid will charge at Samus and she has to dodge as he rams into the wall, shattering the spike stairs and forcing a repeat.

Don’t try going behind him; His giant tail (which is finally present in-game after years of being excluded) will just sweep behind Kraid and hurt Samus, shoving her back within his front side’s range. Kraid’s front is where his vulnerable spots are anyhow, but of course that’s where he launches projectiles from too. You can’t jump over Kraid’s tail, but maybe he’ll sometimes bend down to sweep his arm across the floor; You can jump over that and damage Kraid when his mouth is at the right angle. The same happens when he goes for an overhead swing but misses. Maybe you can shoot Kraid’s palm when he winds up to cancel the attack! Sometimes Kraid will shield his eyes/mouth with his hand; You might need to grapple it out of the way.

(Come to think of it, the Omega Pirate that replaced Kraid also shields himself with his hand… Maybe this defense was intended for Meta Kraid, as an homage to how in Super Metroid, Kraid can shield his mouth with his hand!)

[attonposting]

Some Atton headcanons

-Atton was a mouthy kid and always had an independent streak that got him into trouble, but he used to be much more of a social animal than he is now. His Alderaanian upbringing and the cheerfully patriotic Republic recruitment drives left him ill-prepared for the reality of the front, and Atton got very attached to his bunkmates in the days that followed. He used the friendly faces in his squad to keep himself grounded from the shit he saw on a daily basis, found that fighting for them was easier than fighting for the ideal of the Republic itself... and one by one, turnover replaced them with new faces. Eventually he started holding his comrades at arms' length because it was easier than getting to know them. No point when they'd all be dead in six months anyway.

-Continuing on that note, it wasn't much of a leap when the Sith taught him to harm and kill innocents as bait. His service had already led him partway down that slope by the time he left the Republic. Ignoring the mass sacrifice at Malachor, which he was present for and which killed what was left of his faith, Atton would have been made to bomb some difficult targets in a desperate and losing war - camps with slaves and children, Mandalorian-overtaken civilian targets, overrun ground battles that still had friendlies on the ground. It didn't take much mental gymnastics to justify his actions when murder was already a well-trodden reality of war.

-Atton's eyes used to be brown. During his Sith days, he began showing dark side corruption – not heavily, as his Force sensitivity was only nascent, but his eyes started to lose color, alongside paling skin and darker, thinner hair. It receded in the years following his desertion, but his eyes never quite returned to the way they used to be, which is why they're a very washed out hazel now.

-Atton sees himself as a deserter, but he's actually fiercely, dangerously loyal to anyone he thinks has earned it, and that's the reason he signed on with Revan in the first place. He's just never had a cause that didn't let him down in the end, and he walked out of the Jedi Civil War too damaged to put his trust in anyone or anything before the Exile and their literally magnetic personality sucked him in.

-He's compulsively aware of ways to kill the people around him, an awareness that's fluid with the environment, all equipment in reach, and the distraction and emotional states of all parties involved. Intrusive thoughts up the wazoo.

-Between the above, the anxiety, and the self-hate, he's usually in a pretty bad mood. The pazaak and other techniques aren't just mental shields for the purposes of keeping out Jedi, they're also tools to help him cut off his thoughts and get out of his head.

-Banter is another mental defense of his. He incites stupid, meaningless arguments to pass the time and occupy his perpetually overclocked brain. Doesn't really matter what he's saying as long as it's something, you know?

-It's hard to say which was worse for his hypervigilance – his days in the Sith, between the cutthroat politics and hunting down literal telepaths, or his days after it, on constant lookout for Republic and Sith alike. Atton's pretty good at keeping his twitchiness under wraps, since his entire shtick is method acting being something he's not. If you startle him out of sleep, though, you're liable to end up in a headlock for the couple of seconds it takes him to get his bearings. It's hard to sneak up on him, but his reaction to being genuinely spooked is vicious. Not a guy to throw a surprise party for.

-Atton's never had a real relationship. If he's 29-32 in 3951, he would have been 16-20 when he joined the Mandalorian Wars, which doesn't leave much room for anything past high school sweethearts. And he was way too broken when he left the Sith some seven-eight years before the events of KotOR II – between the barely contained self-loathing, the walling off everything that might be a real emotion, and the running, there was no way Atton was making connections that he wouldn't compulsively sever. So when he asks Bao-Dur for romantic advice, it's genuine. Atton may be a master of the one-night stand, but he has pitifully little idea what to do about feelings. He swaggers and plays confident, but if the Exile actually took him up on his flirting, he'd be completely flat-footed.

-Though several parts of his dialogue allude to a death wish, Atton isn't suicidal, per se. He may have been in the immediate aftermath of his desertion from the Sith, and he doesn't think he deserves to live... but dying now would just make that last Jedi's sacrifice even more of a waste than it already was. I think he sort of sees it that he doesn't have the right to it either way, and at the end of the day, it's not in him to give up. It's more of a recklessness, a fascination with the knife's edge that keeps drawing him towards the situations his instincts scream warnings about, and that's why he can't help pissing off dangerous people, why he keeps taking risky jobs he knows don't add up. Atton's addicted to the thrill of fighting for his life, of only having his wits and skills between his head and the barrel of a blaster. Flirting with death excites him on a pretty unhealthy level, but he only rarely acknowledges it for what it is – just that it makes him feel something other than his usual.

[wilsons-journey]

Summary: Commander Deus and Vale

To the most part they follow the events as in game, but here are some notable mentions / events that are important to know:

During the fight against Kralkratorrik, Vale will be gravely injured. She nearly loses her arm.

The presence of Phrike also grows stronger after Kralkatorrik's defeat. There is even an attack on Vale while she is recovering. Luckily without success.

The Icebrood Saga

Vale and Deus not only have to deal with Bangar and the two remaining Elder Dragons, they also have their hands full with Phrike. Another Attack is launched at them, nearly killing Vale and Deus. Fuma, Wilson and Baal also narrowly escape an attack.

It is Bangar who manages to left a mark on Vale. She gets shot by him. Sending her to the side again to rest. And it’s Jormags talking making her questions her decisions - She even almost considers working with him.

First cracks are forming on Vale’s Fassade. But they will succeed in killing Primordus and Jormag. 

Phrike also finds his demise during a failed attack against the Black Citadel. He prepared bombs to cause a lot of damage, but was caught before he was able to pull though his plan. The Legions found his hideout. He detonates the bombs there. Killing his most of his allies and nearly himself, too. Bahalt will end his life on his wish.

End of Dragons

Vale and Deus will crash together in Cantha. Everything else will follow as in the game. Desmond and Baal will join them. Bahalt, too! She becomes part of the Dragons Watch. Valefor and Kying will join them in the final fight.

During the events around the Gyala Delve, it is Vale dealing with a lot of emotional baggage. And it’s the first time her Husband Deus realizes, that he is demanding too much from her. Then there is the farewell from Aurene. Vale is struggling a lot to let her go. She not only losing her unusual daughter - with her departing, Vale feels like her purpose in life is leaving with her, too.

While Deus concentrates on clean up the mess that was left after the Civil war, Vale falls into a deep hole. She struggles a lot with her new life back in the Black Citadel. Yet she wants to support her husband, be at his side. But she feels lost and out of place.

Together with Bahalt she starts to raise the Cubs in the Fahrar. And for a brief period of time it brings fills her with joy. Pushing the heavy feelings aside, as she watches her son Orez thrive with his new found Warband. The Prism-Warband - with it’s members Orez, Phrike Jr. and Elden. All in the same age and all children of their inner circle.

Phrike Jr., the son of Phrike - a last gift to his closest Friend Bahalt, who now is Friend with the Dragon Watch. Making up for the damage Phrike has caused in his madness. Elden, the daughter of Desmond. Who was unaware of her for a long time.

But at some point, the restlessness in Vale returned...

Secret of the Obscure

Deus and Vale will together investigate the occurrences at Garenhoff. But it will be only Vale, infiltrating the Camp of the strangers and ultimately sucked in by the portal that brings her to Skywatch Archipelago.

On Vale’s request. Mabon also brings in Deus along.

In one of the earlier fights against the Kryptis and the constant voice in Vales head, she experience another breakdown. This time during a fight - making her unable to proceed. She gets recused by a Member of the Wizard's Court. She notices that face, but she cant remember it anymore. It’s her father, that left her family in her early childhood. He joined the Wizards - even ascended at the cost of his memories.

While Deus is overwhelmed by his wife's breakdown, Vale seeks out Valefor for a talk. Together with Kying, he joined the fight against the Kryptis. At first only for the Rift hunts.

In this talk Valefor brings up the fact that Vale should take a break. Or even considering stepping back from the role as Commander. It will break her to a point of no return. Sometimes you need to take care of yourself. There will always be people to take over, to save the world. But only a few are there to look after the hero. It is in her responsibility to recognize when it is too much. After asking her when was the last time she was truly happy, she breaks down again. Realizing that Valefor is right. To help her even further with the decision he offers to take over from now. 

With that Vale returns to the Black Citadel to recover one more. As always with Deus at her side. But since the events of the Gyala Delve they slowly but surely drifted apart. The once familiar closeness suddenly feels strange.

Vale starts to retreats further and further - not even Deus can get to her anymore. And with Orez also moving away from her, as he spends most of his time with his new Warband - and Fuma gone, venturing the world with her loved ones. She feels lost like the day she left her home.

So she does that, was she did back then - flee. However, she is intercepted by Desmond, who visits her in the Black Citadel. A long emotional talk follows in which she decides to return to her old home - far away from everything that reminds her of her time as a commander.

While Desmond will accompany her, Deus stays behind - letting her go in the hope she is able to find happiness again. After hearing that his Mother will leave again, Orez starts to panic. Crying and clinging to his mother. It’s then decided that he and his friends will join her, too.

Back in her home, she is warmly welcomed by her former childhood friends. And what felt like an eternity, she finally feels at ease again. She finds joy and peace in a simple life as a fisher.

Occasionally Deus visits her and his son. And even if they drifted apart. The love is still there,... and yet very far away. It’s an unassailable dull pain, that is quickly forgotten, after he witnesses how happy his wife is again.

Deus himself is not yet ready to step back in his role. Like his brother Baal, he sees himself in the duty to rebuild the Legions.But maybe one day... he'll join Vale in this peaceful life. Until then he lets go of his true love. She has done enough for Tyria and deserves her happiness and peace.

[shiroi---kumo]

Morality Meme || Accepting

@voidedgear asked:

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

Whenever he deems it necessary and he'd do it with a smile on his face. He would do it unflinchingly. Kumo is a masterful liar and a masterful manipulator. He's perfected it like he would have other skill. Like he would any other art form.

The thing is, interactions with Kaze would lead one of believe that Kumo can't lie to save his fucking life and this assumption would be wholly untrue because it's not that he sucks at lying - it's that Kaze has a distinct advantage when it comes to Kumo that no one else has - and KUMO doesn't even know Kaze has.

Kaze can see the glow of Kumo's soul like an aura all around him.

AKA what everyone else sees VS what Kaze sees:

And that soul glow of his will dim, brighten, or flicker depending on his moods and if he is lying, it flickers.

So Kaze has a higher chance of seeing through Kumo's bullshit if only because he can see this flickering glow all around him even if he's standing there spouting blatant bullshit with a smile on his face unflinchingly.

And this includes lines like "I'm fine." and "I'm not mad." or "Why would I be upset?" or my favorite of his Kaze based lies: "I trust you."

And he gets away with most of these. Why? Why if Kaze can see the flicker? Because if he's panicking he also flickers. If he's upset or mad or furious - he flickers. When Kumo's emotions are unbalanced no matter what that emotion is, he flickers.

Kumo will absolutely lie for every reason from manipulation to getting out of trouble to furthering his own goals to pure survival to pacifying a potentially dangerous situation.

Kumo's brother, Kiri, said to him in his episode (18) a very powerful line that describes Kumo very well.

"Use your sword, not your mouth - use your sword to calm my spirit, my brother."

And he said this because he was trying to get Kumo to fight him over the constant attempts to talk his brother down despite his brother spending the whole episode trying to kill him.

The point I am making here with this is Kumo will resort to words before he resorts to physical action in 9 out of 10 cases and to get him to resort to physical action, he generally needs to be pushed.

Meaning: The take away from this is -> If Kumo feels the need to; if Kumo feels threatened, scared, cornered, etc

He will lie his little ass off before he ever raises a finger to defend himself. He will lie, lie and then lie again. He will lie straight through his teeth if he thinks it's going to get him out of trouble. If he thinks it's going to spare someone's feelings. If he thinks he can do it to get information, he will. If he thinks lying will work to his advantage, then he's gunna fucking lie.

Even if they're white lies.

Does he like lying? No.

Doe he think it's honorable? Absolutely not.

Does he personally approve of it? Again No.

Does he see it as one of the more wicked things he does? 100% he does.

Will he still do it? With a smile on his face that never cracks.

He played the long game with Gaudium for 12 years and those fuckers all thought he was on their side and as loyal to Chaos as they were never knowing once that he was secretly just keeping his head down, gathering information, and planning a war.

Kumo has planned a literal war against Gaudium for 12 years, and the Lords didn't suspect a thing. Why? Because Kumo lies masterfully.

[kyugens]

– headcanon dump: kiba.

fighting style – hand-to-hand, precision, strong blows.

Kiba's fighting style is very instinct-driven and violent – if anything, he's a rather ruthless man in the heat of battle, as most Inuzukas are. It's got everything to do with their chakra signatures and the yang aspect of their bond with the ninken, and Kiba isn't immune to that. Throughout his life, he's trained to control most of the blinding, red-hot anger, as the other side effects of the Inuzuka cooperation ninjutsu to make it a practical tool. Despite what canon tells us, Kiba isn't entirely useless with taijutsu taken it requires unimaginable strength to keep up with the ninken during their mutual formations – if one side is lacking, they will eventually fail. Physical fitness and strength are a must among the Inuzukas and one of the first aspects they address in their training journey. So picture a big guy, proficient in melee and hand-to-hand combat, barely keeping his sanity together in a fight, with an equally unhinged giant wolf-dog by his side – that's Kiba. Mostly during the war, though, since it messed him up pretty badly. On a regular basis, he's just– quick to anger, precise strikes.

hobbies – what are 20-somethings supposed to do or like? weird guy.

Overall, Kiba is a very laid-back character. He's usually lazying around with Akamaru or aimlessly strolling downtown with no purpose whatsoever. He likes to watch sunsets, like the big romantic that he is – he finds it soothing. But he's also a young man in his twenties, so he isn't above partying with friends and making shit decisions in the high of the night. There seems to be a constant duality in him that he manages to balance pretty well, actually – Kiba is very aware of his limitations and struggles, even if he doesn't know how to address them most of the time. He's not very fond of gaming, though, consoles and whatnot – he gets too competitive and frustrated because he sucks at it. Most of his interest lay in going out, doing something or nothing, either accompanied or by himself.

describe your muse's smile – he's the sweetest guy out there is2g

Kiba's smile really is a sight to behold. He has the sweetest nose scrunch, and he spares no teeth and fangs when he's overwhelmed by joy and satisfaction – the sun will pale in comparison to him in his tanned glory, eyes closed because he can't help giggling along the way. If he feels genuinely happy, he's going to smile so wide it'll show his very secret dimples on each cheek. It's not easy for him to smile like that, though, usually wearing a grumpy frown or unimpressed look at all times. But when it happens, boy, he doesn't even know what he's doing to people out there.

[msfbgraves]

All the three main men in Daniel’s life (Pop, Michael, Terry) all love him intensely, and all hurt him deeply, and all truly suck. 

He’s his Pop’s favourite pup, he totally adores him (to a disturbing extent) and he dotes on him and spoils him. Lavishes him with love. Yet Pop’s the one that bartered Daniel off to Terry. Used him as a living, breathing pawn to save the family. His youngest, his baby, only 18, looking 14, hardly more than a child—sold to a man 10 years his senior who threatened murder. That’s a promise broken on so many levels. 

Then there’s calculating, reserved psycho Michael. I get the impression that Daniel is his favourite sibling, yet he’s also totally willing to use him to further the family’s means. He encouraged the match with Terry, he thought it best, and he was partly responsible for the horrific night and what came of it. Indirectly, he caused/causes(?) so much pain and misery in Daniel’s life. 

And Terry. Good god, Terry. Loves and adores and craves Daniel to a psycho amount, more than anyone or anything and is also the one that wounds him the most, and the deepest. The rape, the cheating. The constant undercurrent of lust and violence, love and cruelty towards his own spouse. Buys him jewelry and a collar to thank him for letting him fuck him like a whore. His, again, willingness to use Daniel and his own pups to gain an empire, despite Daniel not particularly wanting this for himself or his babies. Forcing Daniel over and over to take a more active role, controlling him in every way, ruthless in his loving and his fucking. The definition of the monster is in your home. 

I mean!!!!!!!!!

This poor, sweet boy. Just always going from one mess to another, and never allowed to truly make his own choices. Any choice he makes is just such a small defiance it hardly counts. He really is someone’s son, someone’s sibling, someone’s mate—and always a pawn in someone else’s game. Sometimes I wish he had just run away with Kumiko. Hell, even Johnny Lawrence, haha 😭 Daniel needs to be petted and loved, and not given love at the sharp end of a knife. He’s such a sweetheart! 🥲 Lmao but despite saying this I still want Silverusso to  be together forever. 

😭 What’s wrong with me 🙃

Beautiful analysis.

I think it would make Daniel sad to hear that his choices "hardly count", though. The problem is more that he has very little space to manoeuver, and every choice would have enormous consequences.

I don't know who of you actually play chess, but Daniel's position is like a pawn deep at the enemy's end of the board. If you get a pawn there, backed up well - even when it can hardly attack anyone far and not move unless the other player allows it, man, can that pawn make it hard for the enemy to play or attack well! If that pawn could say (and it can't) "nope, I'm out! I'm just a pawn anyway!" the King would be like "What?! You're keeping the enemy at bay simply by being there, doing nothing! You aren't going anywhere!"

That's Daniel. All around him, war is raging, and he can't move, he's blocked from all sides, but if the enemy makes a wrong move or two suddenly he becomes a Queen, which is as close as chess has to a weapon of mass destruction. And he isn't safe, but at this point he can usually only be killed at insane cost to the enemy so a smart player will try to avoid that. So he's all position and great potential threat. So, how do you deal with that position? Become a weapon of mass destruction? Sacrifice yourself to take on a far grander enemy? Or bide your time, hoping the big shots fight it out themselves?

And Michael - Daniele is his brother, his blood, and inside information on a potential enemy. He loves him. And he sometimes needs to tell him things straight when Pop won't. He knows better than anyone how to play the game while not being Alpha, but he doesn't know how deeply his little brother loves. He loves too, but it's always power he seeks without really asking why. And that is lethal. Nessa is not on the game by choice, Louie is a hands on guy, Michael is an excellent Don but he needs his little brother where he is for maximum impact. And Daniel has had to grow around this impossible position. He knows his potential, but he has to be very careful on how to use it and in what phase of the game.

[lonelinessisadisease]

To the revolutionaries who want to destroy the government: do you really think a republican government is easier to dismantle? The democratic party sides with weapons and investment (military and exploitation of all forms). They have done this and will continue to do this. It is one of the painful realities we all have to face.

But the republican party? Trump in particular? They are not here to just side with fascists, to allow fascism a seat at the table. They are not here to keep the American war machine well-oiled. They are those seats, and they are the war machine.

I cannot over-express how much Biden fucking sucks. He does. There will be a throne of bodies for him to rest on in Hell.

But level with me. Why are you really not voting for Biden? I know it's not because you think Trump is better. I know it's not because you think there will be a magical third candidate that will win.

It's because you feel guilty, isn't it? You've been seeing genocide after genocide, atrocity after atrocity, and it's getting harder to justify your place in this world.

And I get it. It's really, really hard to wake up and remember the voting system we are under is just another tool for evil. It's easier to just...remove yourself from the equation. You're not voting for either of those old, evil assholes. You didn't put your pennies into the pot so it's not your fault when it boils over. You don't need to feel bad anymore if you don't vote for them.

But that's not how this works. I know you know that's not how this works. I saw all of you rallying together to vote Trump out of office after his term because you all knew that regardless of how bad Biden was he would be leagues better.

Part of being an activist means fighting back. Failing to vote in the current political climate is not rebellion, it's a silent defeat. It is us giving up because it's too hard, because it feels too bad.

It is our job as people to take care of each other. Most of us believe this. I know you do. It's clear you all care so much about each other. I've seen the constant desire to help across nations. But I feel like we forgot that preventing harm in our own country is just as important as preventing harm in others.

Even and especially when it hurts.

I'm sorry, but that responsibility doesn't go away just because we don't want to bear it. It is just as important that we vote now as it was before. It will be just as important every time after this, too. I'll say it again and again, as many times as I need to.

Stop thinking of it as voting Biden in, for a second. We don't want that asshole in office any more than you do. That's not the point.

The point is that we need to vote Trump out. We already know what it's going to look like if we don't.

I want to honor that this is an incredibly hard decision to make. I know how gut-wrenching the thought of perpetuating a bad system feels. I know the doubts.

Is it worth it to keep fighting for what we have when it hurts this much? Is it worth it? Should our guilt be dictating our decisions? Should it be stopping our actions? Should we allow it to define our activism?

I have been shown time and time again that people are resilient, they are brave, and they are kind. They will face insurmountable odds to help one another, and they do things even when it's hard. You do things even when they're hard, because you're brave.

And you can do this, too.

Go to polling booths. Send in your ballot when you get it.

If it feels too bad to bear the burden of picking Biden, put it on me. I've already taken the weight of asking you to vote for Biden, okay? You don't need to feel bad about this. You don't need to destroy yourself because you don't see any way out.

The only way out is forward. If your guilt is keeping you from moving, it's not worth keeping. So give it to me.

Go vote pissed, or mad, or bored. Be mad at me. Be mad at the system. Be mad at Biden and Trump. Be mad. Be sad and grieving and frustrated. If you can't get rid of it, be guilty.

Then do it anyway. I know you can.

if i see one more article, post, or news anchor talking about how joe biden is old, i'm putting my fist through a window. i feel like i've gone through the fucking looking glass.

this is project 2025, trump's plan for what he'll do if elected. whatever you think is in there, it's worse. watch a breakdown of the highlights here. this man wants to unravel the fabric of our democracy for good - this all aside from his vitriolic hatred of poc, his determination to start ww3, and the fact that he can't string a sentence together without telling outrageous and easily verifiable lies. his administration will start their crusade to exterminate trans people on day one, and they won't stop there.

do not talk to me about how joe biden is old, as if that could ever matter to me more than my life or the lives of my friends and family. my little sister is 14, she's trans, and i don't know what to tell her when we talk about politics, because one of these people wants her dead and the other one is old and some of you are still acting like those problems are equals.

i can't fucking stand this. i'm not hearing it this time, we are not repeating 2016. refusing to vote is not an act of protest, it is an act of complacency, and our most vulnerable will suffer for your negligence. vote like your life depends on it, because for some of us, it really fucking does.

[pandaren]

Mists of Pandaria is racist because the plot is basically blonde blue eyed white people saving the good asians (Pandarne) from evil POC including bad Asians (Orcs, Yaungol), Native American (tauren), Afro-Caribbean people (trolls, both in and out of the Horde, also orcs again)/

They literally vilified tauren and trolls for resisting colonization by white humans and dwarves in that expansion.

Even Vol'jin. basically one of the only orc/trolls/tauren/goblins, depicted in a good relative decent light was described as "Savage", "smelly", "Filthy", having "bad breath", speaking common "poorly" and flies were even added to him in Alliance quests.

If anything the whole expansion morale was colonization is great so long as it isn't done by inferior non whites.

Hence why whilst I'm a furry and love pandas, I dislike Mists of Pandaria.

I keep intending to answer this with a keyboard instead of a phone screen but keep forgetting so, I guess I have to do my best with this? Typing on a screen is unnecessarily difficult sometimes.

But yeah see I don't know the WoW lore too much other than it kind of sucks and all this makes me think it REALLY sucks. Because I still love Pandaria (the region) and Pandaren but the whole story behind the Alliance and Horde coming in I think is crap. Because it feels like the both of them are trying to indoctrinate Pandaren to be on "their side" and brainwash them to hate the opposite.

But that's how the Alliance and Horde both operate, in that they both segregate according to species-race, in a world where basically all humanoids are sapient and human-equivalent, and I hated that shit from the beginning because it's bullshit to have anybody born into a particular species-race being forced to hate whole other species-races for literally no reason but for racism's sake.

And I really resent that your Pandaren characters are always forced to pick a side, that theres not an option to play a neutral Pandaren, I kind of get that it might be a bit harder with game mechanics but I still think it's a poor excuse to not even try. Not only have the mainland Pandaren had their home invaded and dragged into a war that has nothing to do with them but theyre also being recruited into joining in. With the mentality being "youre either with us or against us" and thats alongside Isle Pandaren being kind of forced into one side or the other depending on their ideological philosophy. Like think about it what if I was a Tushui follower but didnt wanna join the Alliance because theyre racist to Horde people, or just because I thought the war itself was stupid and want nothing to do with it? It leaves a bad taste in my mouth actually

In more recent expansions, they have the peoples of both sides working together or at least in harmony with the other, which is a step in the right direction I think and ultimately makes more sense for the Alliance and Horde to worry more about the near constant perils that threaten to end Azeroth in its entirety than to fight each other. But none of that erases the fact that the Alliance have often acted as colonizers to the various lands they discover in each xpac, and with the Horde races in the very early WoW days (and even sometimes in modern day) being written with some really questionable at best racial stereotypes, the whole thing just reeks of cluelessness from probably mostly white writers, if not downright maliciousness

Listen... I like playing WoW as a game for fun. I like a lot of the species-races for different reasons; my favourite being Pandaren because burrs. I like making characters and writing with them and world building with them. I like being a part of the roleplay scene and doing the same there. But I will always have disdain for the writing of the storyline, I'll always feel disgust at the blatant racism prominent in a lot of the writing and world building from Blizz, and I think WoW likers should be talking about the gross parts like that more because the more it gets swept under the rug the easier it's going to be for Blizz and its defenders to act like that shit aint a big deal when it absolutely fucking is.

TLDR I like the IDEA of WoW more than I actually like it