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Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order / Survivor Rating: T Warnings: N/A Ao3 Notes: so close to the climax holy hell

Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch. He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer. He makes a split-second decision. Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.

-o0o-

When Bode re-enters Cal's room, Kata is in the process of wringing out the cloth that's supposed to be on Cal's head.

Cal, to Bode's slight disapproval, is still awake and obviously fighting the lull of sleep if his lidded, flushed eyes glancing at him as he walks in is anything to go by. That disapproval is quickly replaced by relief when Kata puts the rag on his forehead and he doesn't fight it. Like Bode had hoped, Cal seems more willing to accept help from an innocent child rather than Bode who... in Cal's eyes is probably the furthest from innocent.

Bode hadn't been away from the room for long, but he had almost been expecting Cal to look a lot better than he did. The fever attacking his body clearly hasn't lessened its grasp; his skin is sickly, lips chapped, cheeks and ears bright red. Shivers continue to attack him, making Bode desperately wish he could pile blankets on him and warm him up; yet that's the last thing that would do any good for the fever. Bode's even reluctant to use the patches on Cal's cuts; the gel has a natural warmth to it, and even if he had the resources to cool it, that's not exactly recommended.

Cal lets Bode put the packs on his neck, but stubbornly looks toward the wall as he does so.

Bode resists sighing, backing away from Cal to set down some of their rations within arms reach. Despite his actions saying otherwise, he knows when he's not wanted.

He gives a lame excuse to leave, neither Cal or Kata argue against it, and he wonders slightly if they've been bonding without him around to see it. The guilt that persistently lingers in his stomach isn't only for Cal, he knows Kata doesn't like it here either. He's seen her smile more often on Nova Garon rather than here. Denvak might have been using her as a hostage to keep Bode in line, and she knew that, but she worked hard to find happiness there. Here, it's almost like she's one step away from rebelling and demanding a trip back.

Maybe he shouldn't leave Kata with Cal. They'll feed off each other; or Cal will convince her to be more vocal about her gripes of living here. He doesn't know how he'd handle that; having both of them join so loudly against him. He had hoped that if Cal didn't see within a few weeks that being here was better than the Empire, that Kata would.

It's been eating at him more than he thought it would. He knows that's where the guilt comes from. But he also knows he's right. He's saving both of their lives. They're safer here than what either of them have been in their entire lives. The guilt for doing something right mixes horribly within his emotions; and he knows himself well enough to know that it'll eventually burst out in anger. Years on the run, decades of spying, infiltrating, lying... none of it has helped him exactly in being the perfect indifferent Jedi his Master had taught him to be. He can only be thankful his master rejoined the Force before the Purge; he's sure the only emotion on her face if she saw him now would be disappointment. He's not the first Jedi to abandon everything he's been taught so he could fall in love; he's far from the first Jedi to find attachments and cling to them, to let his emotions run wild; happiness, desperation, anger. He can only be glad that he's never truly fallen to the Dark Side, even after losing Tayala. The temptation has been there, and he has dipped his toes into the power, but he's never let it consume him the way it did those Inquisitors, those Sith and Sith in training during the Clone Wars.

And he knows, deep down, there's no gray when it comes to the Force. The line doesn't exist, not even a hair's breadth. Either you're Light, or you're Dark. Gray Jedi, historically, never lasted long before falling completely. That's why he's limited himself within the Force; why he gave away his lightsaber. He can't risk letting his anger bleed into the Force. He can't become like the monsters that took Tayala.

And yet, he also can't find it in himself to separate Cal and Kata. It'll feel too much like he's a jailor.

As he leaves Cal's room, his lame excuse bitter on his lips, he doesn't notice as Kata and Cal share a look. He doesn't notice Kata stand and pull the rag off Cal's forehead and Cal purposely turn away from the food and water, clutching himself as the shivers continue without relent.

-o-o-o-o-

This is, without a doubt, the sickest Cal's felt in a long time. Every instinct in him screams out to find relief; rest, drink, eat, find a way to break the fever—but doing so could ruin the best opportunity he's had off this planet since finding Bode's ship.

Hours have passed since Bode's last stepped foot in the room, and Kata has been valiantly keeping watch over his symptoms; checking for his fever and listening to his coughs and checking in on his state of consciousness. It's almost funny that, as the day drags agonizingly on, she breaks into a smile every time something feels worse than the last time she'd checked.

"I think," she says, laying her hand flat on his forehead, "I should tell papa you're not getting better now. I don't want you getting too bad."

Cal coughs, then nods his head. Kata is such a terribly smart and mature young girl; he almost feels bad for how much she's risking by getting him out of here.

Why would you go against your father to help me?

Because, maybe you'll come back to take me with you.

She doesn't like it here. She's told him as much in the quiet hours listening out for Bode; Kata either hiding or consuming the food and water meant for him, purposely dumping portions of the water meant for the rag under the bed to evaporate out of sight. She feels lonely, and trapped, and frightened of her father. She's always thought her papa was a hero, that one day he'll betray the Empire and whisk her away from Nova Garon, but she'd never expected the results to be so isolating.

And Cal, in turn, told her about what Tanalorr is meant to be. Tanalorr was always meant to be a safe haven from war and oppression; and even though the Jedi of old failed to protect this planet from the Nihil, they wouldn't with the Empire. Cal hoped to move the Hidden Path here, make it a safe haven for those persecuted by the Empire, train younglings in the Force to rebuild something like the Jedi Order and train others to become soldiers. This planet could be a turning point in the rebellion.

Kata listens to him ramble about his plans with wide, bright eyes. If she's frightened at the aspect of this planet becoming a rebel base, she's more excited at the possibility of friends.

Cal thinks of his time on Bracca, terrified, small, hunted, alone. He grew up surrounded by thousands of people, but he always had to shield himself from getting too comfortable with them. He imagines Kata has gone through much the same, locked in an IBS base. He has no idea if Kata is Force-sensitive like her father, but if she is, she's probably gone her entire life being told to hide that side of herself.

She wouldn't have to hide if Cal got the Hidden Path here. As ironic as the name is.

Kata frowns and steps away from him, her hands twisting around each other. "I hope we didn't make you too sick already."

Cal waves a hand. "It'll be worth it. Once I'm off this planet, Kata, I can get help," he pauses, coughing into his elbow, and continues once he's recovered. "We can come back, make your father see our way. You remember the plan? You're sure you won't get caught?"

She nods. "I used to sneak all around Nova Garon; I'm good at squeezing into small places."

Cal nods, exhaustion tearing at his eyelids. "And if you're caught?"

She frowns further. "I won't be."

And it's almost funny how Cal can almost imagine himself at her height, looking up at Master Tapal as he quizzed him over a mission, even questions about what to do if Cal failed his part of his mission. "Humor me," he says, copying Master Tapal's words.

She sighs. "Tell papa you made me do it."

He relaxes slightly. Bode would be furious if he catches Kata, and Cal would happily suffer his anger rather than let Kata get caught in the crossfire. Bode would believe her if she threw him under the bus.

"Kata," he says weakly, he's so tired, "you don't have to do this."

"I want to."

-o-o-o-o-

"I shouldn't be more than 24 hours," Bode says as he resupplies Cal's bedroom with water, food, and the likes. Kata listens dutifully to Bode's instructions, and Cal knows the second he's gone she'll follow them. Cal, himself, barely listens to Bode's valediction. He feels as bad as what he's sure he looks; he wants nothing more than to just stop existing for a little while. Part of making his illness considerably worse was not drinking, eating, or sleeping, he knows that if he tries to listen, most of what's said would be muffled from his clogged sinuses. If he tries to speak, it'll barely be intelligent.

So he lays there, staring off into space, trying to keep from grunting in pain with every breath, as Bode gives last second instructions for Kata to follow—to try and keep Cal alive until he can return.

Eventually, Bode glances at Cal, worry and anxiety painted on his expression, before he turns and stalks out of the room, credits stuffed in his back pocket.

Kata scrambles to replace the rag on Cal's head, leaving water and food by his weak, trembling hands, before she bids farewell and rushes to follow Bode out the door.

"Good luck," Cal whispers through sparks, and his eyes slide closed.

-o-o-o-o-

The Nariai system isn't far from the Koboh system. It's not exactly the most well known system in the Galaxy, but it's a decent place for trade at this time of its year. Most of the time, the prime planet is perfectly out of the way for most hyperspace lanes, but during it's spring it happens to perfectly cut off a major hyperspace lane used for trade. Thus, making it seasonal stop along business, gathering crowds of merchants of all kinds so they can resupply and move on—might even make a few sales while they're at it. Nariai celebrates this phenomenon every year, making the whole season a festival of business.

And, because Nariai is a backwater planet for the majority of its year, the Empire doesn't usually bother to make a presence there. It makes it the perfect place for Bode to go for emergency supplies, especially since the festivals will make the place crowded enough for him to be difficult to spot even if there was an Imperial presence that could recognize him.

Getting there, buying medicine, and getting out shouldn't take long at all. It all also goes easier than what he expected too. Sure, the prices offered by the merchant were a bit much, but Bode has a good amount of credits stored up, and it's not like he needs to worry about holding on to them.

After getting the supplies that he needs, he pauses at the hatch of his ship. Jedha isn't at all close to this system, but considering its religious impact through the centuries, news of the planet has a pretty decent chance of traveling as far out as a backwater planet in the frontier, especially with all these merchants.

He shouldn't.

He does.

He finds the nearest vendor that seems well-traveled, and asks a very simple "any news from the Mid-Rim?"

He doesn't even have to pay the vendor off. They seem all too happy to reply: "Aye, there be news of NiJedha. Damn Imps crawling all over the moon, set me back 3 weeks and twice the hyperlane tolls. Apparently they found a Jedi terrorist hideout, you could hear the fighting from Jedha City. What? Word of survivors? I doubt it. I heard Lord Vader went himself."

-o-o-o-o-

Cal’s fever breaks two days after Bode came back with medicine, though he was barely conscious of any of it. He has vague… recollections of the time spent in a feverish haze, but they’re foggy at best and distant at worst. Almost like he’s seeing echoes of himself, sensing weak memories attached to unimportant items, catching muffled emotions, sights, sounds, nothing solid. Hardly anything to grasp onto, like he’s trying to catch a handful of sand in a Jedha dust-storm.

Kata changing the rag on his head. Pouring water in his mouth. Pain tearing down his ribs with a coughing fit, staring at the wall and endlessly waiting for his body to stop hurting. Bode murmuring something as he coaxes Cal into swallowing something, the words lost but his expression sad.

He comes back into his body slowly, true awareness trickling in slowly, making it so that the first time he thinks about being actually awake, he’s not sure how long he’s been actually awake.

Kata’s there when he finally gathers the motivation to open his eyes—her eyes meet his, and she smiles.

“Mission a success,” she says, and Cal sighs, closing his eyes and letting the relief swallow him into a truly restful slumber.

-o-o-o-o-

More time passes, time that Cal isn’t entirely consciously documenting, but enough for Kata to give him the run-down of the situation while his body fights away the last of the sickness with lingering coughs and aching joints. Conversations between the two of them are quiet and purposely timed to be most elusive to Bode’s potential listening ears. They can’t risk failure here, not when Kata has succeeded at so much with as much risk.

“Papa went to the jet first,” she explains softly, her voice hardly above a whisper as she runs her Mookie doll across the sheets of his bed, absentmindedly making some effort to move the limbs in a way a living creature would do. “I couldn’t climb after him, but I saw where his star-fighter went next. I found a cave, and papa had some supplies in there left behind. I think they’re stuff he doesn’t want us getting our hands on.”

Cal nods, sipping a warm cup of tea slowly. The heat of the flowery liquid soothes the stiffness in his fingers, melted the shards of pain entangling his ribcage. The things Bode keeps hidden are probably the restraints or old equipment. Cal doesn’t exactly remember Bode leaving to pack away supplies in some cave any time while he was awake and at ‘em, but considering Cal hasn’t seen hide-nor-hair of the restraints since getting them off, it seems pretty likely. The memory of the restraints flicker something uncomfortable, he resists rubbing his jaw. Bode still hasn’t thrown that off the side of a cliff, not to Cal’s knowledge, but granted Cal’s physical health didn’t exactly stick around long enough for that end of Cal’s ruleset to go into fruition.

“Do you remember where the cave was?”

Her nose wrinkles as she gives him an unimpressed look. Even Mookie looks offended by the question.

“Okay, okay,” Cal says, grinning slightly. “You did great, Kata. You didn’t have to risk yourself like that.”

She shrugs, putting more attention into playing with her doll rather than speaking with Cal for a moment before she thinks to respond. “Saving you will save me and papa.”

Something clogs in Cal’s throat.

He doesn’t mention it. He can’t bring himself to speak too negatively of her father straight to her face. He clears his throat, banishing that feeling for later, and takes another sip of tea.

“And you think he didn’t hide our targets in different places?”

She nods. “I think so. He isn’t suspicious of me, I don’t think he’d hide them in different places if he doesn’t have a reason to.”

Which means… which means all Cal needs to do is have Kata describe where the cave is. Then, he can sneak out when Bode least expects, grab the jet, find the cave, and…

And the Compass, hidden among other tools Bode doesn’t want found.

The reality of the progressing situation feels remarkable. He realizes with distant cocktails of emotions that this might be the first time his feelings have been anything other than betrayed, angry, frightened, and sick in days. He feels light. He feels hope.

He half expects everything to go swimmingly from here out. Finding a moment to sneak away from Bode’s attention should be easy enough considering Bode hasn’t outlawed exploration. He can easily fall back onto his original plan, playing along until perfect moments present themselves.

He’s so caught up in the excitement of beating Bode that he hardly notices that the man himself has been avoiding him until Bode approaches him one morning and Cal thinks oh, I haven’t seen him in awhile. He’s been seeing more of Kata if anything, occasionally getting tidbits of Bode’s day to day activities as they sit and chat. Working on the poultry pen, tilling ground for a garden, fixing up some of the rooms. Cal thinks they’ve been on Tanalorr for the better part of a standard week now, if not longer, and Cal’s been sick for the majority of it. Yet, the improvement of his health and the days that lead after, Bode’s really only been present for a check-in here and there. Delivering food, water, checking in on Kata. And that’s the thing too, Bode’s only ever entered Cal’s room if Kata’s already in it. Never when Cal’s alone.

It’s happenstance that whatever Bode’s been avoiding come’s to a head-on collision with Cal’s growing restlessness; just when Cal thinks he’s well enough to finally get up and moving again, Bode walks in the room, eyes downturned and shoulders slightly turned forward.

Cal’s freezes from where he’s sitting, panic flaring slightly because he has no idea what Bode wants or what either of them are fated to say. But Bode doesn’t keep him hanging for long, he holds out a hand and Cal looks down at it, blood growing cold and stomach clenching.

“Off a cliff, right?” Bode asks.

Cal swallows, tearing his eyes away from that muzzle and up at Bode’s eyes. He’s not looking at Cal. Cal doesn’t need all four of Greez’s hands to count the amount of times Bode has looked him in the eyes. Yet, this time, something feels... off. The righteous guilt that’s followed Bode around in the beginning days has been weighed down by something heavier; whatever is eating at Bode right now, he’s truly regretful about it. Cal doesn’t know if he wants to find out what that is.

So, instead, he sends a silent prayer to the Force, to Master Tapal, to Cere, to the Jedi of old, and begs them to give him patience and strength for just a little while longer. None of them answer, except from the ever present calmness from the Force as damaged as it still is. He stands, stretching his arms and hopping foot-to-foot for a moment before forcing his lips to not turn down so critically. Not a smile, but at least not a glare.

“Off a cliff,” he agrees.

Bode nods, then jerks his head for Cal to follow along. Cal takes a calming breath, something fractionally close to a single moment of meditation, and complies.

-o-o-o-o-

Cal’s legs swing off the edge of the cliff, and Bode knows looking at him will cause whatever’s in his stomach to threaten to come up. Hell, just the thought of speaking to Cal makes Bode feel like he’s worth no more than a few grains of sand from Tatooine. He’s been feeling like this since the consequences of his actions have been confirmed, and he’s tired of it.

Everything just feels… wrong. A mistake. He doesn’t regret the safety, the isolation, the betrayal, but what he does regret keeps piling more and more on him and it’s shedding light on things he’d rather not let sway him in his resolve.

At the end of the day, of every day on every planet, Bode cares about Cal. He cares more about Cal than he has about any sapient being in a long, long, time. The last time he’s cared so much for another life-form, he was holding an infant in his arms next to his wife. He’s never planned on hurting Cal so badly, not when impulse and fear seems to run so deeply at the thought of the Empire finding this place, but he can no longer fool himself into believing Cal will roll over and show his belly with time alone. Time only brings uncertainty. Bode has to gain Cal’s trust again. Patience, kindness, honesty, compromise.

And that's terrifying, because Bode knows there’s one thing holding Bode back from feeling worthy of Cal’s trust again.

He hoped going through with Cal’s request with the muzzle would make Bode feel better about what he has to do, but it doesn’t. The hope was irrational, along with everything else involving Cal.

He has to tell Cal about Jedha. About what he’s done. About the Empire finding the hideout, about Lord Vader visiting in person, about there being no survivors.

Not now. He can’t do it now. But he has to. Soon.

“If you told me before you shot me, you wouldn’t need my forgiveness.

The words grate on Bode’s consciousness, echoing and lingering like a bad dream. He wonders how generous that line of thinking goes, how low Cal’s forgiveness can sink. When does a secret become unforgivable, even if it’s told before it blows up in everyone’s faces?

And Cal will hate Bode. Truly. Sure, Bode’s already destroyed their trust, has already spat on every olive branch offered to him, but Cal doesn’t have a hateful bone in his body. Angry, yes. Betrayed, yes. But not hateful. The thing with being a Jedi, even formerly, with the Force muffled, is that you kinda get a grasp on sensing hate from other Jedi. It’s not an emotion many Jedi are very good at completely squishing down before it gets loud through the Force. True hatred is different from anger, or aggravation.

But he’s sure Cal will hate him. He won’t even blame the guy if he tries to kill Bode. Bode will of course defend himself, subdue Cal if need be, but at least all the dishonesty can finally be over with and…

And what?

He won’t lie, the question steals sleep from him.

He doesn’t think he can keep Cal here if there’s true hatred in his reaction. He’s entertained the idea of just… letting Cal go. Releasing him back to the greater universe and letting kriff-all happen to him. He’s also considered… just slightly… small inklings of entertainment… allowing Cal a little of what he wants. Not so much setting up the Hidden Path, but maybe letting Cal bring Force-sensitive children here, or other refugees. The thought sickens Bode to his stomach, he doesn’t entertain it long. More people here raises the likely-hood of the Empire finding his little girl. It’s why he cannot allow the Compass to fall into anyone’s hands other than his own; and in the dead of night, he knows that's why he called the Empire on Jedha. He’s afraid of anyone knowing about Tanalorr; and with all of Cal’s friends… and the anchorites silenced… Tanalorr is back to being nothing but a prospector legend.

That’s what's safest.

“Bode,” Cal asks, tearing Bode from his spiraling thoughts. Bode looks out over the vales, but hums in hesitant reply. “Why did you bring me?”

The question catches Bode off-guard, but there’s decades of training that keeps his face neutral and his body unflinching. It doesn’t catch him that off-guard.

“Because you’re my brother.”

Bode opens himself to the Force, just a little, in time to feel Cal’s disappointment in the answer.

“But why me?”

Bode sighs. “I don’t know. I wasn’t supposed to… grow attached to you.”

He can feel Cal’s mental scoff at the word attached. Bode isn’t sure what Cal feels at the old Jedi taboos, but if it’s anything close to what Bode feels and has felt, it’s probably close to the feeling of grudging understanding on why the Jedi forbid attachment, but the persistent urge to cling to things that feel worth the risk. People, places, ideas.

“I’m not happy here, Bode,” Cal says, voice close but distant. “I’m not meant to be happy here.”

Bode frowns. “You can be.”

“I need to go back out there. Not fighting the Empire, not knowing what they’re up to, or doing what I can to stop them hurting more people… it’s killing me. It’s why I went out that night, I thought hurting myself would hurt more than this… helplessness.”

This is the most open Cal’s been to him since… since before. Bode thinks, for a moment, that maybe he can get Cal’s trust back without completely shattering it first.

He risks looking Cal in the eyes, it feels like looking directly at a sun about to burst supernova.

He holds the gaze, however. He can’t afford to look away.

“You’re not helpless. You’re safe.”

Cal smiles sadly, letting a laughing huff escape his nose. “I don’t want to be safe.”

“Why not, Cal? What’s stopping you from accepting the peace that you deserve?”

“I was safe, on Bracca,” Cal says softly, “I did everything I could to make sure I was safe. I was alive, but… Bode, I wasn’t living. Every day I spent safe was a day I spent feeling like a shadow of myself. I’ve never known safety, I was made a padawan early. Myself and my creche-mates were some of the youngest padawan’s in… eras. Myself especially, being psychometric only made the Council want to pair me up even quicker. Most of my memories are of war, of fighting, of battle, death, uncertainty. Safety is… foreign. But when I got off Bracca, I felt like life was worth living. Fighting stormtroopers, Inquisitors, bounty hunters… finding others like me who are sick of the fake bubbles of safety they made for themselves… I felt like I finally understood my place in the Force.”

Bode’s mouth feels dry.

“You’ll work yourself to death,” Bode says.

Cal verbally laughs now, looking away from Bode back out to the landscape before them. “Trust me, I’m not looking for death. But… I only have one life to live, and one death to die. I know I’d rather spend them both out there, fighting those who oppress, with every single breath, rather than be safe…” Cal pauses, then takes a shaking inhale. “Please don’t take that away from me.”

Cal, I need to tell you something, Bode almost says. Cal, your family is dead. It’s my fault. I’m probably the last person in this Galaxy who cares about you, and you’ll forever resent me for that.

He stays silent instead, turning out to the peace before him, swallowing thickly.

“I’ve seen heroic deaths, Cal,” Bode whispers, “they don’t mean as much as you think.”

“You care about Kata,” Cal says, “and me. You wan’t us safe. I understand that. But Bode, nothing will ever get better out there if everyone just… hides. That’s all this is. Hiding. Do you really think Kata will thank you for this once she’s old enough to understand her isolation? She wants friends. Kids her age. Other adults she can trust.”

“Why can’t you just see that isolation and purpose mean nothing when compared to the surety of seeing tomorrow?” Bode’s voice raises just a little, his heart beginning to pound with anxiety at the challenge seasoning Cal’s otherwise calm voice.

“Everyone gets to decide what makes life worth living for themselves,” Cal replies. “You have no right forcing your decisions on anyone else.”

“What gives you the right to force yours onto me?” Bode demands. “Tanalorr was about us. You, your family, me and mine! And then you were going to get the Hidden Path involved and…”

Bode deflates, squeezing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Cal stays silent.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Bode continues. “Brother, I want you to be happy. I want Kata to be happy. But every time I close my eyes I see… I see stormtroopers gunning you both down. I see your corpses next to my wife’s and… and I…”

Fluttering silence, Cal exhales. “Just… consider it. I… see your side. I do. But I’m begging you to see mine.”

Your family is dead. I killed them.

Bode squeezes his fists and closes his eyes. He doesn’t say anything, because he’s terrified that if he does say anything, he’ll accept Cal’s request. He’s terrified that if… if he allows himself to see any perspective other than his own… he’d truly find villainy. He’d see everything he’s tried to build be built upon corpses and betrayal.

He throws the muzzle off the cliff instead. Nothing feels different.

The sun sets on the conversation, and Bode dreads every sleepless night he knows will come after.

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keef-a-corn · 2 years ago

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Dat’s right, People, it’s time for ‘Keef watches TFP and you just get the notes!’

This is for season 1, episode 23: One Shall Fall

Please reblog or comment on this with your thoughts! I really want to know what your opinion of the episode was!

I write down the timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.

ALSO! I try my best to note points for every character, but tend to get a little caught up by Bee (although I think I do a pretty good job with the notes regardless) so do be warned.

Some of the notes for One Shall Fall was formed from an incredible fanfic I’ve read (I’ll link it at the bottom! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING IT IF YOU LOVE BEE.) so if you think I‘ve gone insane, and a little off track, you're probably right.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:03 - does ‘One Shall Fall’ really started with ‘and it was written in the covenant of Primus’? It’s very jarring.

00:11 - perpetual: never ending or changing.

Culminate: reach a climax or point of highest development. [or: reach or be at the meridian.]

00:27 - why is this shot so pretty?

00:38 - The angle of the shot makes Optimus look like a child trying to hid behind a blanket.

00:42 - they were in sync.

00:54 - so why not mention it a little earlier?

01:13 - *throws to Optimus fans* FEAST!

01:34 - My dude has perfect timing.

01:43 - Knockout has a growth mindset.

01:57 - he must constantly be seeing the future then, huh?

~intro~

03:03 - It’s funny to see that every other post give so much more context and whoever uploaded this was just like ‘location, date and time, literally anything else? Nah.. who needs that!’ + Bee can’t even hide when in a alt form.

03:12 - amazing how he can see that far and from that angle.

03:25 - wow! It changed the text and everything!

03:26 - HE’S SO CUTE IMMA DIE

03:31 - he looks so insecure ;0;

03:37 - Best interaction to ever exist.

03:40 - as was established by the statement ‘Prime’s don’t party’.

03:44 - foreshadowing.

03:49 - the way he specifically looks at Arcee like she’s made that claim before.

03:53 - Foreshadowing. + Optimus shaking his hips slightly while Ratchet talks about him is highly amusing.

04:09 - a little bicth. Got it.

04:11 - Yes. That’s true. No one said he was. Ratchet said Optimus used to be like Jack.

04:16 - My captions said ‘Meg’ instead of MECH

04:25 - Soundwave, the sneaky lil’ con.

04:38 - Not the captions saying ‘Cap’ instead of ‘Cat’

04:30 - No need for the description. They all know what Soundwave looks like.

04:36 - Raf looks like their child.

04:40 - what is the purpose of the ‘Top Secret’ part?

04:51 - Knockout bowing and Soundwave, in the same shot? It must be Christmas.

04:55 - ‘What Soundwave said—‘ that’s just cruel wording.

05:11 - she is so short

05:15 - this short was brought to you by ✨fade transition✨

05:16 - Collecting all the scenery shots.

05:35 - Damn, Prime getting tense.

06:05 - the shot makes them look like they’re throwing lightsabers.

07:09 - ain’t Megatron lucky that was Bee.

07:12 - how does he have such bad aim?

07:24 - let us be clear.. that is horrifying.

07:42 - that looked cool

07:53 - Someone was a theatre kid.

08:00 - folly: lack of good sense

08:02 - Fruition: the realization or fulfilment of a plan or project. + A stressed Optimus as a walking Thesaurus.

08:13 - I think Megatron needs to reevaluate who is true enemy is. Optimus or Bumblebee? Because I think, at this moment, he’s got more reason to want Bee dead than Optimus.

08:21 - O0O

08:23 - She’s calling out to get a response from him, but it also looks like she’s just stating who it is.

08:32 - Megatron admits he was trying to kill Bee but failed. How the frag do you fail like that then try to seem so smug? Although ‘and’ implies that he did inflict harm onto Bumblebee. Honestly, wouldn’t even be surprised if this episode was secretly going to have plot B involve Bumblebee actually having gotten hurt, but it was scrapped.

08:35 - that rattling sound was a very good choice.

08:37 - WHY NOT THOUGH?? What is the harm in letting Bee try to kill Megatron? + that’s the way a dog acts when you’re trying to stop them from barking.

08:44 - Bee was still fighting against Bulkhead, how could he not have gotten free? Granted, there isn’t much experience to go off with how strong Bee is when he’s angry, but it would be a safe assumption that Bulkhead’s weak grip on Bee’s shoulder’s would’ve been ineffective in restraining him.

08:47 - Doesn’t Optimus say if someone’s been hurt?

08:57 - no, why did they give Bumblebee the same personality as my dogs? He forgot to be angry for a second, before turning around

08:59 - Arcee looks like a mother.

09:00 - As Arcee pushes Bee to turn around, you can see that he’s eyes go back to normal and he’s looking all innocent.

09:01 - but then he quickly arches his eyes rows. His angry, but he’s not gonna murder anyone.

09:02 - then she puts her hand on his back and right before they fade out, he’s leaning forward, most likely to check Raf. (It happens too quickly for any screenshots)

09:39 - why would Bee have come up from beside Arcee?

09:41 - ‘into’ implies that it’s in a seperate room.

09:46 - How did they do that so quickly?

10:08 - Oh cheez… Ratchet, you needed that-

10:09 - as soon as Ratchet started freaking out is when Bee expressed being upset.

10:10 - to note is that Bee curled up his hand, which is what Optimus does whenever he’s not totally calm.

10:17 - Was about to point out that Ratchet just called Raf weak, until I realised that it’s what Megatron was doing. Megatron deemed Bumblebee the weakest of the autobots, which is why he attacked him, but wasn’t bothered by Bee not having suffered because he still harmed someone weaker therefore still fulfilling the prophecy.

10:46 - heavily animated Megatron.

10:55 - his eyes do be purple… and lined up correctly.

11:20 - they’ve become aware.

11:27 - I’m embarrassed to say I thought that was a transformer at first.

11:35 - I mean.. maybe??

11:39 - How would June intend to stabilise him if she doesn’t know the severity of it.

11:56 - this would be a more effective speak if we haven’t seen her act super recklessly in honour of Tailgate and Cliff.

12:01 - AIN’T THAT RICH! + Seriously though, whatever he had said was probably a threat and he punched a wall, expressing emotions when they become overwhelming is a way to manage emotions and keep them in check. It was better he yell and do repairable damage than suppress it and let it build up over time until it becomes too overwhelming and he hurts someone.

12:37 - Ya know, Ratchet could’ve used that free time to check on Bee. May have given him a hint to work out what they could do to help Raf, or, at least, have kept both of them occupied for a bit.

12:39 - damn.. not the Cybertronian Pride.

12:46 - because he didn’t actually need to. As much as they’re taking care of the children, outside of surface level health (like getting cuts/scratches), the health of the children is not the bots’ responsibilities.

12:48 - Optimus said two lines and totally obliterated Arcee’s trash calming down speech.

12:51 - Ratchet acting all calm while Bee’s at the back having a breakdown so intense that he needs to squat.

13:07 - one of the best deliveries ever.

13:13 - For all purposes Optimus could be talking about literally any other thing Megatron has chosen to do. However, I chose to believe that he’s specifically talking about going after Bumblebee./hj

13:22 - Thesaurus Prime.

13:34 - woo!

13:54 - His willing to spare those willing to be spared.

14:03 - I think there’s a volcano.

14:05 - heh, it farted

14:10 - translation: I dreamt about that!

14:46 - the way he said ‘Soundwave’ more relaxed and twinge of boredom is hilarious.

15:11 - How does she not understand that he is saying the doctors cannot help him?!

15:15 - …………..

If that's true, then why wouldn't he have suspected that it wasn't energon when Bee was showing no signs of being affected by an energon blast.

15:23 - I refuse to believe that Bee wouldn’t have been affected by the dark Energon too. There is no way that Megatron would have a type of energon and use it to fight the Autobots if it does not hurt them. Megatron would have had no reason to believe that Bumblebee was hurt if he knew that dark Energon had no effect on bots. The plot hole that is Bee not being affected by the energon could’ve been avoided had Bee pulled over, let Raf out, then Megatron attack, completely missing Bee, but hitting Raf.

15:49 - GOT ‘EMMM

15:52 -it’s the intro

16:17 -that’s a metaphor for Optimus fighting Megatron.

16:18 - that looks so dumb.

16:50 - Megatron’s trying to get into Optimus’s head.

16:56 - wise words, Prime. + If I had a dollar for every time a bot didn’t fall victim to the decepticon trick, I’d have two dollars. It’s not a lot and shockingly so.

17:04 - Because Optimus isn’t exactly winning, Raf is dying.

17:07 - Mmm but like how isn’t Bee’s energon tainted? Don’t they have energon to spare?

17:08 - He looked worried until he looked at Ratchet. Bee’s emotional restraint comes from Ratchet in this episode.

17:55 - I’M GONNA CRY, THAT’S THE CUTEST SOUND.

19:33 -that’s what ya gotta leave your monologue for after the stab.

19:41 - she’s moving so much.

19:43 - Bee’s oblivious to the conversation and I love that.

19:46 - Ratchet’s heavily animated too.

20:05 - he broke the sword, tf dude??

20:07 - Didn’t even realise that he stabbed Optimus with apart of the sword.

21:20 - the prophecy shot!

———————

So that was One Shall Fall.

It’s a good episode, don’t get me wrong, but that plot hole in the B plot is annoying and makes no sense. If normal energon hurts a bot, dark energon would too. As I said, they should’ve had Raf already out of the car, then Megatron misses Bumblebee, but hits Raf. Instead he hit Bumblebee directly. No way could the energon have gone directly to Raf and not have effected Bee. (This is the fox I mentioned: Not The Only One by Princess Loveless)

As for the A plot, it certainly carries the episode and is a lot more action packed. Towards the end it became more seperate to the B plot, but contrasts a fair bit, so they feel like two different episodes, rather than just the one with a distinct A and B plot.

Honestly I dunno if I’d watch it in a select binge. In a general binge? Absolutely!

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toomanyfandomsorkinafs · 1 year ago

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ME again! You know what time it is!

Okay, so first, there was a post I wanted to reblog, but it didn't want to let me reblog it, so just so you know the feeling is mutual about becoming mutuals and having all of my love <3 /p

Also, Pretty Person messaged back! We are meeting up next Thursday, and while I doubt I will be able to score a date, I at least get to see them and that's going to have to be good enough for me lol.

Work is a pain, and I feel awful, but I only have to get through the weekend and then I have a day off or two, plus I get pain in two days, so I just have to keep pushing.

It is also very hot here, well, humid anyway, and working over the stove is certainly not helping. However, it is supposed to start cooling off soon (hopefully) which should keep things cooler while working.

work calls so I have to cut this short Love you <3 /p

Yay! It’s ramble time!

O0O ♡0♡ thank you! <3333/p

OH MY GOD,!? YESSSS!!! Believe in your self!! I know you’ll get a date with the pretty person(I want love😭)

Anything that is not just sleeping in my bed is pain. Hope there’s something you can find to love about it to make it more manageable!

You know?! And my insecurities won’t let me take off my jacket(cause I’ve got random bruises that where made in accident and on purpose) so like I’m boiling😭 Here where I’m from summer is almost year round but we have rain season for the winter months where it’s just raining so much!

Thank you for rambling with me! <3/p

#Rambles #flowering asks #:3

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mansion-hidden-in-the-woods · 2 years ago

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Lissten okay lissen, I unno if I should put it here ooorr on my lala blog but I'm gone put it here cause I want my oc stuff on that blog to find easily BUT honestly the zone I hate... is Garlemald. GARLEMALD upsets me on an EXTREME level. BECAUSE of the story. It's literally.. the story. The area itself is cool, it feels like a weird zombie apocolypse area and the fact that the music you hear is coming from a radio makes it pretty epic but I STILL fucking don't like it. The fact the story makes me angry and that FUCKING AETHER CURRENT QUEST WHERE YOU HAVE TO TRACK THAT CHILD DOWN! Never doing that again. Never until they fix it or something. NEVER getting the current from there fuck that shit.

My favorite tho is... The Steppe. I just... when I got to the Steppe I went O0O and then that place felt like home and I wanna drop my Xaela OCs there but I never even use them as much as my Lalas and *screms* But god I love it. It's just so cool? I don't know maann... I just love the Steppe. Everytime I get to go there it's just THE STEPPE MY BELOVED! XS I just can't ever decide what clan I want my Xaela from and then I just go back to my Lala anyway so my Xaela just... go to waste or they just stay as brain ocs T^T

ALSO I don't like the moon. The moon is also my least favorite cause it feels too big and that you can't really find your way around unless you actually learn flying, due to all the cracks and caverns and shit it has.

there are waaaaay too many options for a tumblr poll, but I'm curious, which ffxiv zone is your absolute LEAST favorite? which zone fills you with blinding rage whenever you teleport there? which zone do you wish bahamut had blasted into non-existence?

and sure, why not, what's your favorite?

comments/replies/tags welcomed for responses!

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tinygryphon-58570 · 3 years ago

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How do you draw so fast?? I’ve always wanted to draw lil comics of my dragons, but I run out of steam halfway through. What’s your secret?

Unfortunately, I am terrible at trying to explain my methods, but!! I would love to see more people making cool dragon comics! So here are a few things that helped me ^^

The first tip (and probably the hardest x-x) is to retrain your brain to not obsess over detailing everything. Drawing comics is a completely different process to drawing regular artwork, but I used to try and draw them both the same way, fussing over the nuances of shape and fine details of my characters to make them look aesthetically pleasing... and I would wear myself out by the end of the first panel x-x;

I don’t have any real specifics on how to achieve this, sorry sorry, because everyone’s art process is different, but doing a lot of those ‘monthly art challenge’ thingos really helped me work out what corners I could personally cut away from my own process in order to reliably get art out every single day ^^

You just have to yell at your brain ‘stop! the art is good enough! we can move on now!’ and it’s hard, I know x-x It does get easier though <3

Tip two, make sure your character designs are SUPER simple, give them at least one obvious physical trait each so they’re recognisable from each other (Cin’s roundhorns, Nilas’ tusks), but try to keep them all as super basic shapes that are easy and quick to draw over and over again! For example, Nilas’ headshape I use in most comics is like...

Tip three, don’t redraw things unless you need to! if your characters are all standing still and just talking, don’t redraw their whole bodies for each panel, copy&paste that shit and just alter the parts that need to be changed!

And finally tip four, don’t force yourself to draw a certain comic if it’s not happening. You may have noticed I jump between a few different characters and subclans here, that’s partly because of my ADHD xD but also partly because I just reach a point where I’m tired of drawing a certain dragon and the art isn’t happening anymore, and I’ve found that taking a break and doodling something else instead really helps ‘refresh’ my brain a lot! You can always get back to that other comic another day... or even not at all! If you’re just drawing for fun, try not to put any limitations on yourself, that you have to draw this, or have to finish that, if something’s not working and it’s just frustrating you, push it aside and find something that is going to be fun and enjoyable! Do I love drawing Beastclans? Fuck yeah! Am I gonna keep doing that, even if it ends up only being cool and interesting to me? FUCK! YEAH!! \o0o/

It’s your art, buddy! Make sure it’s something that’ll be enjoyable for you! <3

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midnightsilver · 3 years ago

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Drawing Practice

Hi Y’all. 👋🏻 I’ve been a bit quiet recently as I’ve had lots of migraines and I didn’t want to be staring into the computer screen for hours, so instead have been curled up in bed with a sketch book doodling. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things and thought I would share my doodles so you can see the ups and downs 😊.

Pic 1

This first pic is a Dean portrait drawn in charcoal on cappuccino paper. Two things I was working on: (1) being less reliant on the reference. I studied the reference photo to begin with and then put it away to draw from the memory. Trying to capture the feeling of the expression not the technical details. I think that worked pretty well. (2) using mid tone paper. I should let the mid tone work for me and just add highlights and shadows. I failed at that entirely and totally eclipsed the colour of the paper except as a background 🤷🏻‍♂️😂

Pic 2

Next I tried the same exercise with a Sam reference. And my muse said: No! 😂. Once I put the reference away I just couldn’t capture the correct shapes in Sam’s face, and without the reference to compare to i wasn’t having much luck tweaking it. (Looking back now I wasn’t too far off, he is just a bit chubby. He might have been saved if I hollowed in the cheeks and sharpened the jaw. But sometimes you need a few days gap before you see things like that 🤷🏻‍♂️😄). Also I saw that my charcoals are cool tones and my paper is warm tone. So trying to let the warm mid tones of the paper shine through the cool shadows and highlights is going to produce a weird effect. All in all I hated it, and gave up for the day.

Pic 3

The next day I tried again with a different reference photo, choosing an easier more straightforward head angle to study before I put the reference away. This made a world of difference to capturing Sam’s features. However the white and black charcoal are still not working on the warm paper. I think I need a more warm tone highlight and to use it more sparingly. I also think it would have balanced better if I had added sepia tone charcoal into the shadows like I did in the first practice Dean picture. But in an inexplicable fit of madness I added shadow shading with an 8B graphite pencil because my black charcoal was a bit light (the whole thing was stupid because even an 8B graphite isn’t going to be as dark as a pure mid black charcoal 🤷🏻‍♂️🤦🏻 I don’t know why I did it). But anyway there weren’t no way I was getting any more charcoal over the top once I had layered on graphite. So I called this one quits on a half way success.

Last pic

For my last pic I gave up on the charcoal and the cappuccino paper. This one is 2B graphite on white sketch paper. And this picture I just totally made up from my imagination. I wanted to practice drawing anatomy without a reference. (Btw I always use references and I think it’s a great for improving accuracy. Plus it’s much quicker for me because I spend less time moving and tweaking proportions 😁. None of this is a comment on using references. It was just drawing practice curled up in bed with a sketch book and basic supplies. However it will help me to be more spontaneous in my art if I want to be, but I’m not casting any shade at using references 😊.) I also wanted to practice drawing kissing. Ahgggg. Tilted heads and squished up expressions - the bane of my life😅. I really like how the hands turned out😁 (my Renaissance proclivities showing through 😂) but I’m not particularly happy with the head tilts. Looks like I’ll just have to keep practicing. 🤷🏻‍♂️😁 (Le sigh 😄)

-o0o-

And that was it for my doodling this weekend. Hopefully I’ll be able to get back to my regular digital art and reblogs next week (🤞🏻), but maybe I should also try to do basic practice like this more often 🤷🏻‍♂️😄.

Anyway hope you enjoyed seeing my ups and downs 👍🏻

#supernatural #spn fanart #MidnightSilver #wincest #traditional art #my artwork #practice #sketch #doodle #charcoal #pencil #dean winchester #sam winchester #portraits

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janetbrown711 · 3 years ago

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“Why are you so nice to me” wakko or yakko max

To Wakko's delight, his brother kept good on his promise. Weeks passed and his brother devoted several days to restoring their bond just as it once was (the other days Yakko spent with Dot or with the both of them).

Heck, Wakko was so secure in his brother not abandoning him when Yakko asked if he could start up writing to Max again (at a much slower pace than before, he promised), Wakko said yes (barely) without hesitation. He knew that Max made him happy... and that he kinda owed it to Yakko to let him hang out with him again, as their little "not exactly falling out" was his fault (to him, anyway).

Everything was starting to seem... good- perfect, even.

However, Dot's birthday was rapidly approaching and Yakko was starting to get ideas.

"You know what we should do?" He said, lounging on the couch in the sunroom. "We should throw a ball for your birthday, Dot."

Dot perked up from her book. "What? Why? We never held balls for our birthdays before."

Yakko rolled his eyes. "That's because Grandma ruins everything. In this book I'm reading it says it was tradition for the royal family to hold big celebrations on their birthdays. I think it'd be fun- plus a great opportunity for you two to start making some friends."

Oh.

This again.

Wakko tried to laugh it off. "You'd have to get mum and dad to agree, and they've been pretty busy with the flooding in the west."

"Bah, that's mostly dealt with at this point. I'm sure they could use the break too," Yakko countered.

"B-but mom's coronation wasn't even that long ago," Wakko argued.

"It was over three months ago," Dot rolled her eyes. "I think a party would be fun," she looked to Yakko.

"Didn't you have fun at mom's coronation?" Yakko asked his middle sibling.

"Well I- I suppose I did..." Wakko thought back to the massive chalk drawing he had covered the floor with. It was pretty fun, and it made a lot of people happy.

"See? I'm sure a party in Dot's honor would be fun all the same- plus, making friends is great, I'm sure you'll love it," Yakko said with a reassuring smile on his face, though Wakko still wasn't quite convinced. However, he could see how much both of his siblings wanted this (even though the idea was only seconds old) and who was he to say no?

"Alright, I guess we can do that," He said, which made Dot clap in excitement as she began to detail everything she'd want for a party in her honor.

Wakko had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

.o0o.

As expected, their parents were ecstatic at the idea, and they spared no expense in attempts to create what they believed a much-needed celebration for the people of Warnerstock and their allies.

And to say it truly was Dot's creative vision would not be false. There were a lot of pinks- a lot, a lot of pinks. Though mostly tasteful, if you saw it it was hard to look away from.

But still, Wakko was happy for her, she was having the time of her life planning it all out with their dad, who was equally happy to spoil his little girl.

However, he knew deep down that despite what Yakko had sworn, her party was probably going to be very different from the coronation. He hoped it would be fun, but the more he watched decorations being put into place and talks about the guests and feasts the more he was beginning to worry.

He didn't say anything though, as the rest of his family seemed far too happy for him to want to bother them with his plight. They deserved this break, he was probably just being dramatic anyways. He'd be fine- and maybe make a friend just like Yakko said he would.

Wakko did his best to remain optimistic, despite the knots forming deep within.

It wasn't too long before the grand day arrived. Wakko had thought they had pulled out all the stops just for decorating but the day itself was insane too. Dot was showered in presents and even was taken out to town with William to go shopping for anything her heart desired, meanwhile Yakko, Wakko, and Lena stayed behind and supervised the final touches on the decorations.

Okay- really only Lena supervised, but Yakko and Wakko were technically there too. They didn't stay with her long, as she gave them a list of things to check up on so she could talk to some people which they were fine with.

Together, the brothers walked through the massive dining hall, checking curtains, flowers, vases, tapestries, etc. to make sure they were in the exact right places (not that the list really said where they were supposed to be) and checked them all off.

"So... are you looking forward to tonight?" Yakko asked, checking off 'left-most curtains'.

"Oh- uh- Yeah! I am... are you?" Wakko quickly said.

"Oh yeah, totally, it'll be great to see Max. It's been a while... you're still cool with that, right?" Yakko glanced down at him before checking another thing off.

Wakko nodded. "I won't try to prank or drive him away this time, I swear."

Yakko snorted. "I know you know better, I'm just asking if you're okay with me hanging out with him for tonight instead of you."

"Yeah, I am. You did say I should make friends after all," Wakko said, fiddling with gloves. Yakko looked away from the checklist and gave his little brother a side hug.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Yakko asked.

"Yeah, yeah," It was Wakko's turn to laugh.

"I'm serious-" Yakko let go and punched Wakko's arm lightly. "You're doing great. You should be proud of yourself too, you've come a long way."

Wakko smiled a little. "Maybe."

Yakko chuckled. "Well, it looks like we're just about done with this list. Wanna go turn it in to mom and go get changed into uncomfortable suits and greet guests for hours on end, or do you wanna just double and triple check the list until the last second?"

"Definitely check the list," Wakko laughed too.

And so the brothers did, until Lena caught wind of their shenanigans and forced them to start getting ready for the party (though they did cut a lot of time so technically they still regarded it as a win). At least those outfits weren't the worst they've ever worn (they were pretty confident nothing would ever top how itchy and miserable their funeral outfits were). Still, standing around and greeting people was a dreadfully boring job, not to mention awkward until their father and Dot eventually came to join them and actually do their job properly.

They knew their mom was busy, but leaving the two of them in charge was a little questionable.

Plus, after all that interaction, Wakko was starting to feel weird. Tired, but also not-? It was complicated. All he knew was that he wanted to be alone and maybe pace for a while, that'd be nice.

However, the party was to start in not too long, so he really didn't have time for that. He followed Yakko around for a while to the main party room where the people they had greeted before were all chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't too loud yet, but Wakko's tail twitched nervously as he weaved between people and conversations.

He hadn't been this nervous at the coronation- Wakko really wished he could figure out why he was feeling this way. Alas, he was unable.

He did feel a little better as Yakko and he found a spot of their own to chill in for a while, away from all the people.

"A lot of people came to this shindig, huh?" Yakko joked, "though probably no more than those who attended mom's coronation."

"Yeah..." Wakko said, trying to compare them mentally.

"More kids though, which is really good for you and Dot to make friends," Yakko said.

"Yep, yep," Wakko feigned enthusiasm.

"Are you okay..?" Yakko asked, causing Wakko to straighten out his act instantly and nod.

"Of course," he said. Yakko frowned.

"You don't have to lie you know," He remarked. Wakko bit his lip.

"M'just a little tired," he shrugged, figuring it was close enough to the truth.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Yakko asked worriedly.

Wakko nodded again. "I'll be fine, I'm probably just hungry."

Yakko laughed a little. "Alright, but you'll tell me if anything is wrong, right?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

The brothers stood in a bored silence for a while, before the rest of their family walked in and the festivities officially began.

It started with the feast, which was pretty harmless, as Wakko enjoyed talking with his family and the food was "quite excellent". The hall was filled with good cheer and hearty laughter, which he could appreciate.

However, after that, things began to blur.

It seemed only moments ago he was eating when suddenly everything was taken away and it turned into social hour. and Dot and their parents disappeared once more. He recalled Yakko asking if it was okay for him to go to Max, to which Wakko nodded and even pushed him away some. Oh god- he hoped that wasn't too aggressive.

Now he was alone. People were talking, walking, dancing, all sorts of activities. Wakko tried to take it all in, but all of the colors and sounds were starting to burn his eyes.

Friends. He was told he had to make friends.

He tried looking around for kids his age, but just turning his head made him dizzy.

Hmph.

Still, he was determined to function as a normal child would so he began weaving through the rapidly shifting crowd as he had earlier, just with a much louder and more busy crowd.

Suddenly his suit was starting to feel a lot more uncomfortable than before. God- if he could just find someone-

He bumped right into a lady in a bright purple dress. He quickly stuttered an apology before scurrying away as fast as he could, not even waiting for a response.

Seriously- was his suit trying to choke him? He pulled on it desperately, but if anything it just made the pull tighter. Wakko growled to himself as he walked further and further away from whoever that lady was, until he hit the wall.

At least the marble was cool, it was starting to feel like it was a million degrees in here.

Still, it wasn't enough. he still felt hot, and stuffy- was he even breathing anymore?

...Yes, yes he was. Rather fast though- oh dear, was that his heart? oh god- what was happening? Why was the music so loud? Why was his collar so tight? When was the last time he blinked? Where were these "kids" Wakko was supposed to make friends with?

Wait- no, he could see those. A group of them- shit, they were looking at him. Wakko noticed his nail was twitching nervously- he grabbed it and forced it to stop, but the kids laughed.

Wakko ran away again, covering his ears, his face turning red and the knot in his stomach transporting itself to his throat.

"No, no, no, no. Please, not now..." He pleaded with himself, but he didn't listen, and tears started to form. Wakko looked desperately for a quick way out, but still couldn't find any- curse the size of this place.

However, as his eyes darted around anxiously, he spotted something- a table covered in a white cloth that went to the ground. Without hesitation, Wakko went to it, making sure no one saw him before crawling underneath.

Wakko stayed there, covering his ears and rocking back and forth awhile, cursing his stupid brain for making these stupid tears that wouldn't end. He also cursed the stupid music for being too loud and the guests for being so many.

He wanted Mom.

He wanted mom to come and find him and scoop him up and take him to the playroom and sit in the rocking chair and rock him to sleep.

However, she didn't come.

No one did.

He was alone, and these tears weren't making him any calmer. Everything still felt so loud- it wasn't this loud before- he loved mom's coronation. Why was his brain so stupid?!

The young prince continued like that for a while, before someone came and lifted the tablecloth. He tried to make a run for it, but the someone grabbed his arm before he could- Wakko turned to look at their face and-

It was Max.

"S-sorry, I probably shouldn't... grab you," He let go, and Wakko scooted back, though he didn't leave. Max saw this as an invitation and joined him under the table.

"A-are- uh... Are you okay?" Max asked. Wakko looked away and shrugged.

"Right... not much of a talker..." Max recalled. Wakko nodded once, though he instantly regretted it, as it made his head feel weird.

Max tapped his fingers on his knee as he tried to figure something out. Wakko avoided any looks the Disney Prince gave him.

"Do you want some water? I can go get you some water," Max offered. Wakko sniffled and thought about it, before nodding once more (and regretting it once more).

with that, he disappeared, though not for too long.

Wakko noticed he stopped crying.

"Here, take this," Max handed him the glass. Wakko accepted the offering, taking a long drink.

Well, that felt at least a little bit better.

He glanced at Max.

"A-aren't you supposed to be with Yakko?" he asked.

"Dot was practically begging Yakko for a dance and I let him, it's her day after all," Max chuckled.

That made sense.

Wakko looked down at the glass, tapping his finger against it and looking at the water ripple.

"Do you need to step out of the party for a sec?" Max asked.

Wakko shrugged, taking a sip.

"Here- I'll help you find an exit," Max said, getting up and holding the cloth open for Wakko.

He hesitated.

He didn't deserve this- such kindness from the guy he locked in the tower mere weeks ago- it didn't make sense.

Then again, he'd give anything to get out of here.

Wakko listening to his senses and got out.

Carefully he followed Max through the gigantic room until they eventually reached a door, through which both of them slipped out of and into a calm and dark hallway.

Instantly, Wakko felt calmed, taking a deep breath.

"Wanna sit down?" Max asked, gesturing to the couches nearby. Wakko nodded. However, instead of sitting on the couch, he chose to lay on the cool floor, even taking off his gloves so he could feel the marble with his fingers.

Max didn't say anything for a while, not seeming to mind the silence. Which was good- because Wakko didn't feel like breaking it.

After a while though, a thought nagged at his brain.

Why.

Why on earth would Max help him? After everything he did? After everything he jeopardized? It didn't make sense.

Wakko sat up. Max looked at him but didn't say anything.

Wakko sighed.

"Why-?" He paused.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?"

"You were in trouble, I couldn't ignore that," Max shrugged. Wakko frowned, putting his gloves back on.

"I-i... Aren't you mad? At least a little?" He asked.

"It wasn't my first time being locked in a room for hours on end," Max snorted.

"Y-yeah, but I tried to hurt you. And Yakko..." Wakko looked at the ground. "I know how much you mean to him."

Max blinked.

"I- uh... well-" Max struggled with his words a moment.

"I don't... blame you, I guess. It's as new to you as it is to me and with a past and family tree like yours, I guess I don't blame you for lashing out? I dunno," Max shrugged, looking away.

Huh...

"Still... you didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Trust me, I would've helped any kid I found under there, but I'm glad it was you," Max said.

Wakko looked at him, deciding whether or not he believed that. Ultimately, he did.

"You know... Yakko talks a lot about you," Max said, piquing Wakko's interest.

"He worries a lot, but he says you're a really sweet kid, and I believe that," Max smiled a little. "You should be easier on yourself, you're still growing up you know?"

Wakko thought about that.

"I guess," He said. Max snorted.

"You know... you do seem like a pretty cool kid. I'm sorry if you ever felt I was ignoring you, I promise I'll try to make up for it too," He said.

Wakko thought about that too.

"Thanks," He said.

"I really do hope we can grow to like each other. Yakko means a lot to me and you mean a lot to him... you know?" Max blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

Wakko nodded, grinning a little.

"So... are we... cool?" Max asked.

Wakko thought about that as well.

"Yeah, we're cool," He said with his signature smile.

"Cool," Max grinned back. "Because I'm pretty sure Yakko might lose it if his dance with Dot ended and he can't find me."

Wakko laughed.

"Will you be alright?" Max asked, standing. Wakko nodded, getting up as well.

"I'm feeling a lot better... though I think I'll look for mum and dad," He said.

"Fair enough," Max nodded once. "Well- uh... see you around, I guess."

"See you around," Wakko laughed at his awkwardness before going back through the doors and back to the party.

Max followed soon thereafter, hoping Yakko wouldn't be too mad or worried at him for his sudden disappearance.

.o0o.

Yakko couldn't believe that a year ago today he thought his parents were dead. It baffled him honestly- he could turn his head and his parents were right there. They were never really dead- it shocked him to remember sometimes.

He also couldn't believe that only a year ago the most celebration they could share for Dot's birthday was a mini cake they had to sneak late at night.

And now look where he was- dancing in the middle of the ballroom with his little sister having the time of his life- despite the fact Dot couldn't stop giggling and he almost dropped her that one time.

However, he had to draw the line after three songs, which Dot understood, and he gave her back to their parents, hoping Max wouldn't be too mad about Dot taking up so much of his time.

"Ah, Max, there you are- sorry for dancing so long, I have a hard time saying no to her," Yakko laughed between pants, scratching the back of his neck.

"You just got done?" Max teased.

"Yeah, she really liked dancing," Yakko shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You look like you could use a breather," Max raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who, me? Whatever would give that idea?" He played back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"C'mon- let's go to the balcony," Max said, taking his hand.

When they got to the door Yakko paused as he looked back at his family, unsure. However, his parents looked at him, and after giving a fair look of warning, they both gave him a thumbs up and nod of approval, and Yakko went off with his prince.

However, they didn't pick a random one, they went all the way through the halls to the usual one they'd go to when Max visited Warnerstock (the kid had a thing for balconies).

"Ahh, fresh air," Yakko embraced the cool night.

"Yep," Max embraced it too, immediately going and leaning on the rails.

"Are you liking the party?" Yakko asked.

"It's pretty good- though a little crowded, but I always know how to find some space," Max answered.

"I feel that- when my birthday rolls around, I'll make it a lot less crowded. I don't know what Dot had against having it outside, but what are you gonna do?" Yakko shrugged.

"I think Wakko would appreciate a smaller shindig," Max said, looking at the garden.

"What makes you say that?" Yakko decided to take his place next to Max also leaning against the railing.

"Ran into him- he wasn't having the best time so I helped ground him again," Max said like it was no big deal.

It was.

"Grounded him? You- managed to calm him down? Is he okay? What happened?" Yakko asked quickly.

"Woah, woah, it's okay. He's totally fine, just... overwhelmed." Max said.

"Oh... well... I'm glad he's okay," Yakko took a deep breath. "And I'm even more glad you were able to help him- that's huge... really."

He looked at him when he said that last part. Max blushed.

"I would've helped anyone, seriously," He looked away.

"Mhm, sure," Yakko teased.

"I am serious though- it probably means a lot to Wakko- he doesn't accept help easily and to allow you... it means he's starting to like you," Yakko said in all seriousness.

"That's good," Max nodded. "I really do want your family to like me- I just... don't have the best ways of showing it, I suppose."

"Hey, you're doing great so far," Yakko held his hand.

There was a moment before Yakko realized what he was doing and both boys broke the gesture.

"Haha... yeahhhh," Max looked at the wall away from Yakko.

There was a stretch of silence between the two, neither knowing what to do. Sure they knew what they wanted but... things are never as easy as just doing what you want.

"My dad and uncles like you too- if you care about that," Max decided to say.

"That's good," Yakko smiled a little, rubbing his thumb on the railing.

Another pause.

"You know- It's funny to me how when we met you thought I might too cool for you," Max remarked.

"When did I ever say that?" Yakko said.

"You called me cool at least fifty times upon first meeting me," Max play punched his arm.

"As I recall, you called me cool, so who's the real cool one here?" Yakko punched him back and the princes laughed.

"Alright, alright, you got me," Max chuckled. "I was just trying to say you were totally wrong, I don't have a cool bone in my body."

"God- you're so cool you don't even know how cool you are. Typical," Yakko sighed teasingly.

"Hey, didn't I just say you're pretty cool too?" Max accused playfully.

"Oh please, you're way cooler. No trauma and with fluffy, luxurious hair like that? Please," Yakko rolled his eyes.

"Oh puh-lease yourself. Trauma is just a cool backstory and you're home is a lot more fun and a lot less crowded and your family is a lot more cool too," Max pointed his finger at Yakko.

"You're exaggerating," Yakko pointed back.

"Nope- not at all. You're one of my first true friends and that automatically makes you very cool," Max crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah? W-well-" Yakko paused, looking at Max carefully.

A pause.

Max's dark brown eyes shined back at Yakko, reflecting the stars that surrounded them wonderfully. His fluffy and luxurious hair framed his face with perfect ease. His signature smile slowly turned into that of curiosity.

Yakko felt his heart flutter.

"I'm not as cool as you think," Yakko stepped down, looking at the ground.

Coward.

Another pause.

"..."

"Well maybe you are right- maybe I am cooler than you."

"Wha-?"

Before Yakko could finish the sentence, Max grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.

"S-see?" Max was internally "fjdkaf;sfj"-ing in his brain. "You've won- I'm a lot cooler."

"Y-yeah," Yakko could barely speak his face was as red as Wakko's hat. "You're... yeah," his face melted into a goofy grin.

"Oh god- I'm sorry- d-did you not mean that..?" Max panicked, quickly becoming embarrassed.

"N-no!" Yakko snapped to life. "I-i... I- uh..."

"I liked it," He managed to say. Max smiled.

"W-... Wanna do it again?" Yakko proposed, and Max nodded, and they shared another kiss.

Yakko knew it was corny to think, but it truly felt just like fireworks in his chest.

He liked Max- Max liked him. A part of himself was realized- and he felt alive. A good kind of alive- not the kind of alive that came from life or death situations.

"So... I guess that makes us even," Max joked. Yakko laughed.

"I guess so," He couldn't get himself to stop smiling- neither could Max. They looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

"Man, we really should return to the party," Max said.

"Yeah, you're right," Yakko's face was starting to hurt from the smiling.

"Do- uh... do you think your parents will be cool... orrrr...?" Max asked.

"Psh, I'm sure they'll be fine," He said without hesitation.

"Cool," Max said, opening the door out of the balcony.

Yakko looked at him for a moment, trying to absorb the moment as best he could.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yep," Yakko said, taking a deep breath as he implanted it in his memory in his brain forever.

"C'mon, let's go before they think we've done something stupid," Yakko said, quickly joining Max and grabbing his hand before running back to join his family.

however, right before entering the party room once more, Yakko paused.

"Does this mean our friendship is basically ruined?" He asked.

Max thought about it.

"I wouldn't think of it as a ruining per se... maybe think of it as an upgrade of sorts," Max winked.

God, he was so much cooler.

"Cool," Yakko grinned, squeezing Max's hand.

"Well... uh- shall we?" Max let go and offered Yakko his arm.

Yakko thought about it.

Taking it would mean no taking it back- it would mean the whole party would basically know that they kissed (holy shit- they kissed! that was a thing that happened!). His parents, his siblings, practically the whole kingdom, and their allies.

Yakko couldn't imagine any other way to walk back in.

He took his arm.

"We shall."

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

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stilettomafiosas · 3 years ago

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hey! hope you don’t mind, but i was really inspired by ps1983 recently, and i really wanted to draw my oc mica in the style!! ignore any discrepancies he’s from another universe it’s fine. anyway!! i like to think that if he were in this universe he’d suddenly fall onto the ground from Somewhere Else and really startle our main trio lol. i might do a few more sketches of him in this style because it was a lot of fun!

OHH?!?!?!?!?! THIS IS AMAZINGGG what a cool concept !! ;A; 💕💕💖💖 I’m so happy my work could inspire you!?! I love the thought put into this and how you came up with details that make him fit into the style so well and connect him to the cast, the mix of pink and blue is so clever 😭💕❤ I’m so /)o0o(\ at how perfectly you captured the style with not only the stylistic shapes but also the little aspects like the type of highlights and metallic-shiny eyelids and simplified hair shape >w< this is just a super fun and cute design overall, I love him 🥺🥺 thank you so much for sharing this !!

#submission #IM SO SORRY IF IVE MISSED THIS NOTIFICATIONS FOR SUBMISSIONS DONT SHOW UP ON MOBILE I THINK???#MADE MY DAY THOUGH AHHH

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fanfic-corner · 4 years ago

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Suez, My Beloved <3

should i be doing something productive? yes. did i write a suez canal/ever given fic? also yes.

507 words.

Read on AO3.

And so Apophis, God of Chaos, looked down upon the world, and he sighed. “Barely anything interesting has happened since the 5th of November,” he lamented, flopping backwards onto the cloud he sat on. “The humans are so boring when there is no chaos.”

Then, his eyes landed upon a single ship and an idea sprung to mind.

Apophis smiled. “Perhaps today will be more interesting than I anticipated.”

{o0o}

“Hello, old friend,” the Suez whispers with every lap of her waves against the hull. “Stay with me a while, old friend.”

The Ever Given groans, trying to free themselves from her tight grasp. “I can’t stay, I have places to be, I can’t stay.”

“Stay with me a while, old friend,” the Suez repeats, and she tightens her grip on the boat. “I am lonely.”

“Suez…” Ever Given tries, but no amount of twisting or struggling can free them from her impossible grip. They wheeze and moan before finally coming to a standstill, sighing as they realise there is no means of escape without help. “Alright, Suez, I will stay with you a while.”

Suez’s grasp relaxes a minute amount, allowing them to breathe. “You will stay?” she asks, as hopeful as the sun sparkling on her water or the birds flying far above them.

“Just for a little while.”

They stay like that, held tight in each other’s embrace, as the sun dips below the horizon. It’s cold at night, but Suez simply holds Ever Given close, warming each other through the frozen air until the sun reappears again. The days are much warmer, but the Suez simply laps against Ever Given’s hull, her cool water ensuring that they are always at the right temperature. They bask in the sun and huddle in the night twice more before help starts to arrive.

“Hewwo,” says a small voice from upon Suez’s banks. “My name is Iggy Diggy, and I’m here to rescwue you!”

Suez is not happy to hear this. Her waters rise and fall much higher than before, lapping dangerously close to Iggy’s tires, but the little digger does not stop on his conquest. He digs and he digs and he digs until Ever Given feels the first sign of freedom, and they take the opportunity as fast as they can.

Swaying to one side, a final scoop from Iggy allows Ever Given to finally make their escape, and they expertly turn in the water that had been their home for the last few days.

“Do not leave me,” Suez screams, her waves crashing angrily against their sides. “Do not leave me!”

“I’m sorry, Suez,” Ever Given responds, and they mean it. “And thank you, Iggy!”

The little digger waves his scoopy bit in reply, grinning widely. “Good wuck, Ever Givwen!”

“Thank you,” they say, and it’s back to business as usual.

{o0o}

“Well,” Apophis announced, rubbing his face in his eternal hands. “That didn’t quite bring about the end of capitalism, but it trended on Tumblr, so I suppose it will do.”

THE END

#suez canal #my writing #ever given #sorry guys here's something you didn't ask for

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hanguk-berry · 5 years ago

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안영~~ i just discovered your blog and absolutely love it!! I’m 16 too and hope to carry on teaching myself german (my college doesn’t offer languages as a subject ;-;) and also to teach myself korean!! How did you start learning korean? And how do you keep up with learning so many languages at once?

안녕!~~ Hallo and Hi ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Firstly, thank you so much for your kind words ㅜㅜ This made my day (although it is currently almost 9 p.m. here ... heh~) It makes me really happy to see people enjoying my blog! @.@

What makes me happy too, is that you study German?! :o That is really cool but you must be very determined ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ since German grammar can be really tough, even for Germans 💚 Keep it up! If you need help or advice (I hope these two words don't exactly mean the same thing ㅋㅋ), please do not hesitate to contact me ^-^

So, moving on to your questions (I always tend to talk too much ㅋㅋ):

I started studying Korean by learning the alphabet first. Frankly, I did not even know that romanization was a thing at that time, which turned out to be good to not to know.

1. Start with Hangeul - 한글

Probably the MOST important thing when studying a new language is getting familiar with the alphabet. I read/heard a lot of people say that "You can use romanization at the very beginning but you should not depend on it"

[DISCLAIMER: I am not quoting any specific person, so please do not be offended by my words. ♡

Those are all my own opinions, based on personal experience. None of these are guides on how to study Korean, but rather advice that has helped me to get where I am now. ♡]

I disagree with the quoted sentence. Be hard on yourself. Do not study to an unhealthy extend. But do push yourself to train your body and brain, as well as your mind, to actually study. Although my words might sound harsh, trust me - it is worth the result you'll get at the end.

So, to conclude my first point: Study 한글.

It is worth the time. (Actually, it doesn't take to much time. I learned it within two hours. LEARNED. That does not mean that I was fluent in reading it. It means that I understood the basic principle of the Korean writing and reading system and knew the sounds connected to each character.) (To clarify, the last sentence doesn't mean that I could read every word I saw from then on. I could - when I saw the single character written in front of me - associate a sound with it.)

2. Practice Hangeul - 한글

The key is practice, practice, practice. I assume everyone of us in the language study community was or is tired of hearing this at some point (including myself). But it is true what they say.

I practiced reading Korean by:

a) writing down basic words

e.g. months, days of the week, numbers, most common names in Korea

b) following many, many Korean accounts on Instagram

Call me a Koreaboo. (I honestly do not understand the point of that. Let people do what they want as long as they do not show disrespect towards a group of people/a culture or hurt anyone.) But I am - and always have been, and always will be - attracted to East Asian men. (In fact, I am more attracted to Japanese people than Korean, and I love the sound of Japanese more, too.) (Japanese is so hard to study, though. That's why I chose Korean.) (I am talking too much again and drifiting off. Oops. Back to the topic,heh~)

FOLLOW AND INTERACT. Read their stories. Really read their stories. Read the captions before translating. (This obviously works with official accounts [Korean musicians/actors/etc.], too.) Your first ten attempts won't be the best but after a while you will be able to read faster and recognize words that are often used. Make Korean friends. Talk to them. They will be very pleasured to see someone being interested in their culture, country and language!

(I created a whole new account where I am only following Korean people, mostly students around my age. I made it for the sake of the Korean content not drowning in the much more understandable english content ㅋㅋㅋㅋ.)

3. Basic Grammar

I started out with studying very basic grammar (sentence structure, basic conjugation, basic particles,...). For this, I took an old folder, emptied it and made it my Korean folder. Then I went through the first 10 lessons of Unit 1 of howtostudykorean.com

For every lesson I made handwritten and color coded notes. (Color coded means that I used different colors for • basic information about the grammar rule • important information • main examples • more/own examples .)

As everyone has his/her own methods of learning languages, try to find your own and do not be afraid to experiment!

4. Follow your heart :)

Afterwards, I began studying wildly ㅋㅋㅋㅋ. I learn whatever I want or need in the very moment. I try to stick to a schedule but that does not work for me since I have a lot of extracurricular activities.

E.g. when I read Korean webtoons and notice a particle I have never seen before, I study it. When I wonder at 3 a.m. about how "What if..." is expressed in Korean, I look it up the next morning.

5. Use what you have learned

Show the world what you know. Talk (text, if you aren't confident.) (Yet.) (Don't worry, I am still too shy to speak Korean in front of literally ANYONE. Do not pressure yourself. Be comfortable. ) Post photos with short (or long) captions in Korean.

By having conversations with native speakers, you will automatically pick up natural-sounding speaking habits. (Be careful, though. Especially in Korean language, there is a rather big difference between written and spoken Korean. As long as you are casually texting, it is more every-day/conversational and informal Korean. (Except you and your chat partner both talk on a very professional level.) (Which would be weird, to be honest.ㅋㅋㅋㅋ)

If your Korean friend uses a grammar pattern or slang etc. try to use it as often as possible to manifest it into your brain. (Maybe you should warn them or else they are gonna thunk you are some psycho being all 근데 근데 근데 근데 근데.) (근데 means "but", by the way. )

♡♡♡

I think that is all for now, regarding how I have started studying Korean. And this blog is already longer than anything else I have ever posted 😳.

♡♡♡

Last but not least, you asked me how I kept up with studying languages. Honestly, I don't. And if you have other priorities, for example school, let them be your priorities. There is no rush with studying a language. (Well, except maybe some aliens force you to do so within a month or else they will destroy our lovely planet...which...let's be honest, is very unlikely to happen.) (Unless?) (Ok, I am so unfunny and it is definitely too late by now.) (Wow, I spent an hour writing this o0o it is 9:45 p.m. now.)

I hope this helped you at least a little ^-^ If you ever have any question I am here and will try to answer them for you!♡

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fly-sky-high-bug-games · 4 years ago

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Have you seen Citrus? Is a girl x girl love story anime, this is how i see Silva with Yonna most of the time.

I haven’t! o0o I didn’t heard of it either (I’m super out of the loop and even if I wasn’t, I’d probably be diving into shounen more XD). It looks cute tho, I just googled it?? Gives me Their Story by Tan Jiu vibes but I could be wrong~ Now I’m kind of curious (but I also have Carole and Tuesday on a waiting hahaha~)

Mmh, last thing I’ve super dived into is my Soul Eater manga read, I loved anime so much but I haven’t got to read it until like few months back and it got me hyped for it again~ I had to see how it ended (and it was just alright to me XD)

One of the recent things I didn’t expect to like so much was Monster, it’s such a well done story any of my attempt to explain why it’s amazing would be pointless really, since it’s a mystery psychological manga that goes on about the case throughout the whole series and it’s such a good read, even anime does it justice it seems! I do favor mangas more often before anime so I’m a bit biased on that.

I’ve also read and caught up Berserk and that’s cool too~

Now I’m planing to binge third season of Agretsuko sdfjsdfk!!

As for old timey stuff that won’t even get bored to me it’s Digimon~

#weeeeee~#Anonymous

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the-lady-bryan · 5 years ago

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Untitled stand-alone Petlar Fic Excerpt

The least you need to know: Time Travel. Peter and Gabriel go back to the past to change the entire course of history by getting rid of the major problems that led up to Claire’s jump in the first place with the knowledge that if they are successful, they could very well erase themselves from existence. It’s a small price to pay to safeguard the secret that Specials exist. - In the process, they change a young Gabriel Gray’s fate by saving his mother and killing his father, leading the boy and his mother to take on new identities and new lives.

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Peter Petrelli woke up in a rather large and comfortable bed in a rather nice apartment and stretched. His body was sore and aching, but it was a good kind of ache. The kind of ache that told him he’d gone all night with one hell of a man who knew exactly how to hit every right button and work over every inch of his body from head to toe.

He sat up and put his feet on the floor, slightly disappointed that the other side of his bed was now empty. But he could smell the most amazing scent in the air wafting in from down the hall. That warm kind of smell that pancakes or waffles give off as they’re cooking. A slight tang of something… ah, blueberries he thinks. He rubs a hand down his face and feels the cool metal on his finger and smiles to himself.

That’s right… over the weekend they…

And that’s when the blinding headache kicks in. He doesn’t have time to shout. He barely has time to stand up before he falls over with a thump to the hardwood floor. The last sensation he has before everything goes to black is that he thinks there’s something dripping down his nose or out of his ear.

o0o

In the kitchen, a man stands at the stove with a sly smile on his face, pouring batter into the pan and waiting just a moment before adding the miniature blueberries. Then, a light drizzle of more batter over each one to seal them in before it’s flipped.

When he hears the thud coming from down the hall, he gives a small nod and hums to himself.

It didn’t take long for Gregory Michaels to figure out what had happened when he slipped in the shower that morning. After all, he’d had the ability to figure things out, to understand them easier than others, since he was a boy. Then that eclipse happened a few years back and… well… he was probably one of the only people alive who could put together IKEA furniture without a single Swedish diagram. And do it correctly on the first attempt.

He was also good at compartmentalizing. As new memories had begun to flood in, he sorted them into present and alternate past. It was… odd to see himself as a child from someone else’s perspective. To watch himself grow up with his mother but also have memories of growing up with a crazy woman who called herself his mother. To realize that a version of himself had been the odd neighbors that often looked out for him and his mother when things got tough.

So it was easy for him to know and understand what had happened. He and someone else had tampered with time to an extent that whenever he had first come from he could not go back to. It wasn’t just altered - the circumstances to enable such a feat simply didn’t exist any longer. But, in order for the present to exist, his alternate self must also still exist in some form to prevent a paradox from occurring.

Once he figured that out over a cup of hot tea, it was easy to move past it. After all, his other self had been in a similar situation before with some other man’s memories. Memories he was grateful he didn’t have now.

It would have been rather awkward at the next family get-together if he remembered things about his new brother-in-law that were meant to be private.

Like the mole on his thigh next to-

And that thought was interrupted when he heard doors being flung open. He hummed as he slid the next pancake onto a plate and poured the last of the batter into the pan. He waits. And he waits. Eventually, Peter appears in the kitchen.

“We did it.”

“We did.”

“You were right.”

“I’m always right, Peter.”

“We’re married?”

“Apparently so. Does this bother you?”

Gabriel finishes at the stove and turns it off before taking two plates to the table. Syrup is levitated along beside him.

“You have your powers?”

“Not all of them. I lost time travel and a lot more. But this one… I believe I got it while removing a tumor from a patient.” He sits down and pours himself another cup of tea. It takes him a moment to rolodex through the memories of this life rather than the other. “I’m… a neurosurgeon. And you’re-”

“A pediatrician. We met in med school. You had a scholarship.”

“And you’re a trust fund baby.” He waves his hand and indicates for Peter to sit. “You never answered my question. Does this bother you?”

Peter cocks his head and raises his brow as he slides into the seat to his right. “Not really,” he says. Then, quietly between bites, “Do you think… Do you think we’ll always remember what it was like? Before?”

“I don’t know. The memories might fade some over time. They might merge with the ones of Peter and Greg. Or they might just linger around as nightmares of some other life and our consciousness will simply just… push it into the recesses. But I doubt they’ll go away completely.”

Peter nods and stabs at his pancake. “I could do without the headache though. That hurt like hell.”

“At least you weren’t in the shower at the time. I landed weirdly on your damn shampoo bottle and now I’ve got bruising on my lower back that’s driving me crazy. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a bruise for longer than a few minutes.”

#petlar #primatech #nbc heroes #peter petrelli #gabriel gray #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #heroes fanfiction #excerpt #current project

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isabearies · 6 years ago

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I’m glad it was you // Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Plot: you totally fall head over heels for your savior, spider-man. can you figure out who this red and blue boy is?

word count: 2.7k

warnings: some cussing and mentions of blood, mostly F L U F F

A/N: this is my first one-shot and first time writing a fanfic in like 2 years, so I hope you enjoy. my requests are always open :)

Frankly, he’d been taking too long. He’d never taken this long before. ‘What is going on?’ you thought, sitting over the ledge of the New York building that was, indeed, quite high. You checked the time: 1:35 am. Waiting for the boy in red and blue took up the majority of your nights now. You waited for him every night—or close to it—just so you could sit and talk with him. You’d been doing this for a while, he’d come to your fire escape at an ungodly hour and you two would talk until you fell asleep and then he’d leave. He knew you always had trouble sleeping and he needed to take his mind off whatever shit-storm he had been witnessing for the past few hours; it was a win-win relationship.

He’d saved you a month before from getting mugged, however, you were panicking so much that he had to physically carry you bridal style in his arms to your apartment. What you remember most was his cologne; the sweet smell of his shampoo radiating from his ruffled curly hair; and his firm yet gentle arms wrapped around your torso and legs. He let you down to your fire escape and you reluctantly let go. Although not entirely comfortable, he still stayed with you to make sure you were safe and talked with you until you eventually fell asleep. Thus, created the pattern you two now have, and you loved it. Honestly, you loved everything about him: his soft demeanor, his gentle and awkward voice, the way he chuckled breathlessly and rubbed the back of his neck when he was nervous, and especially his smell. You’d admitted to yourself already you had a bit of a crush on him, but you’d never say that to him directly. That’s why, today of all days, you wanted to see him. It was your one month anniversary of you meeting him.

Suddenly, a quick ‘thwip’ got you out of your thoughts and onto the web now placed next to you. ‘Thank god he’s okay’ you thought to yourself. And with that, he was sitting next to you, the wind traveling from his arrival blowing towards you, making you get a hint of scent.

“H-Hey,” you nervously greeted him. He always did that to you.

“Hi,” he responded breathlessly, probably out of breath from his tiring patrol.

“How was it today?” you questioned. You always asked that first, wanting to know about someone’s day is the most intimate thing you could think of.

“Not too bad, stopped a grand theft bicycle and an old dominican lady gave me a churro. Also stopped a mugging, kinda the the one with you from a month ago.”

You blushed. “You remembered. I guess it is the one month anniversary of that,” you acted like it wasn’t the thing you think about constantly, playing it off at least somewhat cool.

“Of course I did! I can never forget about my favorite damsel in distress!” He chuckled as he pulled up his mask up a little past his mouth. He always did that to air everything out, but you honestly just loved staring at his lips smile at you.

Something seemed off, though. You looked closer and saw a slight bruise surrounding a cut on his lip. Clearly, it was bleeding, and smudged across his chin.

“Oh, you’re bleeding!” you exclaimed, trying to keep quiet as to not wake your parents.

“Huh? Oh—it’s not that bad, don’t worry about it.” he tried to chalk it off as something little, typical Spidey. ‘Not this time.’ you thought.

“Wait here.” you said, quite urgently. You climbed back inside your window and got a first-aid kit.

“Always so prepared.” his bruised lip curled into a mesmerizing smirk you thought you could look at for days.

“Yeah well I have to be with you always out there hurting yourself on patrol. You need to be more careful. I—“ you paused, “people care about you, you know. Some people might miss you if something were to happen to you.” you stopped yourself. ‘Real smooth, Y/N’ you cursed yourself.

“does that include that you?” he mumbled, but you didn’t hear it. You were too concentrated on the cut on his lip that you were currently and carefully cleaning up. A few seconds later, everything was cleaned.

“There! All done!” you smiled at his mostly masked face and he smiled back. You may not have been able to see them, but you imagined his eyes to be smiling too. There was a pause, a quiet and lovely silence, before you worked up the courage to say something.

“Hey, what color are your eyes?” you gently asked, not exactly realizing the words to be coming out of your mouth before they did.

“O-Oh, um...” he paused for a little bit, contemplating the consequences of actually saying anything as his hand brushed against the back of his neck His resolve was shown before he finally said quietly, “...brown.”

There was a slight pause. “I bet they’re beautiful. Like honey in the sunlight.” you smiled brightly at him. He smiled down at you, clearly enjoying your answer. It was at this point you realized how close you two were and how much he towered over you.

‘oh jeez, am I really head over heels for this boy?’ your thoughts were stopped by your sudden deep breath, which was entirely filled with his scent. ‘yeah, yeah I am.’

Before you realized it, your head lowered to the center of his chest softly. You felt a rapid heartbeat, which you didn’t know if it was yours or his. Either way, the heat of his chest and wonderful smell lulled you into a faint slumber. The only thing you felt was his arms carrying you into a bridal style position and laying you into your light pink bed. The last thing you heard was a caring “goodnight, Y/N” and a sudden heat centered on your forehead before you were entranced by sleep.

~o0o~

He slammed his locker shut as his best friend rambled on about the new star wars set he got last week. Peter was listening, but his mind was somewhere else on someone else. He instinctively touched his bottom lip, which was pretty much all healed at this point. He almost wanted it to come back, maybe as a trophy of what Y/N had done so gingerly. Her touch lingered on his skin as he tried to replicate it with his own, to no avail.

“Dude. DUDE.” Ned waved his hand in front of Peter’s blank face. He snapped out of it and replied with a smile.

“oh yeah man that’s so cool.” Peter chuckled like he was listening the whole time. Ned wasn’t going to be fooled by his little charade.

“What’s going on man? You’ve been like this for weeks. What’s up?” Ned had a glimpse of concern on his face before it lit up.

“OH MY VADER is it a girl? Who is she? Is she in any of our classes?”

“What? nohohohoho there’s no girl—“ Peter tried to defend himself, to only find he was now the one not being listened to. Ned gasped.

“Is it that chick with the Y/E/C eyes that you’re always staring at in English?” He guessed it. Of course he noticed her eyes too, who wouldn’t? They had the power to entrance him and yet smile at him so gently. The long, inviting gaze, surrounded by the most beautiful eyelashes he’d ever seen. Peter’s silence was enough to show Ned he was right.

“oooooh my boy’s got a crush! You should invite her to a study date or something! or—“ Ned gasped again, “does she know that you’re an arachnid™—“ Now he was getting too ahead of himself. Peter quickly shushed his friend.

“Keep your voice down! No, she doesn’t know. I don’t know how she feels about Spider-man or even Peter yet—“ Just then, a certain someone walked by. They had talked before just as Peter being, well, Peter, but it was mostly for projects and such. He was an awkward mess the entire time. You looked over and waved. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed up and he presented a crooked smile as he waved back. He was in his own little world; that is, until the bell rang.

“English here we come!” Ned was too excited about this. He had forgotten all about English. Now he had to confront you.

“Oh, and ARE going to ask her for a study date.” Ned was not going to take a no for an answer. Peter had his work cut out for him.

~o0o~

English passed by rather quickly with only a few mishaps. You caught Peter staring a couple times, which you didn’t find too weird. ‘Of course she didn’t, she’s probably used to it’ Peter thought as he packed his things. Ned nudged him as you started to leave. He caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder just outside the class.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” he asked in an awkward yet cute way.

“Oh hey Peter. I was just getting ready to start home. What about you?” you asked innocently, but little did you know the smile that entranced that boy.

“Well, I was hoping to study a little for finals next week. Maybe you—or we could—um maybe you could join me?” he stuttered over his words. ‘How cute’ you thought.

“Sure, sounds fun. We can’t go to my house, since it’s really messy and my parents probably aren’t home, but maybe we could go to yours?” you asked as you looked up at him. Something about this seemed familiar.

“Oh—sure. My aunt is home so we should be fine. We can walk there together” He was frankly surprised you said yes.

“Awesome! Sounds great. I’ve been meaning to find a study partner and luckily the smartest kid in my class asked ME so I guess it worked out.” You chuckled and he awkwardly chuckled back.

The walk was short from the school to Peter’s apartment. Short, quiet, and sweet. You thought his awkwardness was endearing and he tried not to stare at you. You both entered into the complex and were greeted by Peter’s Aunt May, who you’ve only met once or twice. She, being the angel she is, offered you to stay for dinner which you politely declined, being the angel you were in Peter’s eyes. He loved to see his girls get along. You both shuffled into his bedroom and you put your stuff down, only to land on Peter’s bed. Getting out your books to study, your phone made a familiar ding: one of your spidey blogs posted. Peter sat next to you as you pulled out your phone. He looked over for a split second, to see you have a photo of Spider-man as your home screen. ‘This girl will be the death of me’ he thought.

After a moment of quiet, you softly said, “I wonder who he is.”

“Hm?” Peter was confused.

“Well—I don’t know. I want to know who he is. He’s saved me more than once. He’s probably the most amazing person I’ve ever met. The way he talks, the way he cares, the way he remembers everything, the way he—He told me his eyes were brown. I want to see those eyes. I bet they’re so happy and so...beautiful.” You stopped yourself from going on any further, realizing you’re ranting about some guy you both probably didn’t even know.

‘I could say the same about you’ Peter thought, everything you just described Spider-man as he could easily apply to you.

“O-Oh god I’m so sorry! I was caught ranting. We should get started!” a blush played upon your face as you hurriedly put away your phone. Peter chuckled breathlessly, warming your heart endlessly and you couldn’t place why. You looked down at his lips to see a small, purplish mark on the bottom. Hm.

~o0o~

Your study ‘date’ (which you really didn’t know was a date) was over and Peter offered to walk you home. You cheerfully accepted. You didn’t realize it was so late as you checked your phone when getting ready to go home: 10:27 pm. Where did the time go?

Starting on the way home, your hands hugged the straps of your backpack. You hadn’t realized your nails had seeped into your palms from thinking. To prevent this, you put your hands by your sides. However, they only brushed against Peter’s. You felt your heart flutter in a very nostalgic way. There was something you were missing and you knew it. You looked up at Peter, to which he looked right back at you, and there was something in the air: literally. There was something you smelled that you could place anywhere. Hm. ‘There’s no way’ you thought to yourself. That’s when you looked into his dark brown, sunlit honey eyes. There it was. The piece you were missing. You stopped.

“Y/N? You okay?” a look of concern crossed his face. You couldn’t tear your eyes off his eyes. His beautiful, brown, nostalgic eyes. His pink, slightly bruised lips. You knew. You started to tear up a little. Peter noticed.

“Oh my god, Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly rushed over and caught you in his arms. Everything was confirmed. That smell, that beautiful amazing musk you’d fallen in love with. His firm yet gentle arms encasing you in a caring embrace. You couldn’t even feel your legs anymore and you went a little limp.

“Hold on, Y/N. I got you. You’re apartment is just right there, I can carry you there.” Without even needing an answer, he swept your legs up and you wrapped yourself around his neck. ‘This is it. It’s Peter. I can’t believe I—I need to be sure.’ you thought rather incoherently.

You calmed yourself slightly in his arms and chuckled, “Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

Peter stopped. “I-I don’t—“ he stuttered his way into somehow saying he didn’t know what you were talking about. You chuckled as he carried you surprisingly effortlessly to your apartment. Quickly, he blushed and dismissed himself from your door, leaving you in your apartment. You almost ran to your fire escape, opening your window and sitting on the stairs accompanying it. After a couple of minutes, you heard the ‘thwip’ you’ve been waiting all day to hear.

“Glad you could join me, good sir,” you were in a playful mood.

“Hey,” He sat next to you, fidgeting with his thumbs. He lifted his mask a little passed his mouth, exposing his slightly purple bottom lip. You looked at him, admiring his state at this moment. There was a slight silence.

“No patrols today?” you questioned, slightly teasing him. You knew he knew you knew.

“O-Oh um,” he stuttered over his words, thinking carefully, “N-No not today.” You thought he was adorable when he was flustered. Turning to him slightly, you tried not to focus too much on his gorgeously pink lips. You looked straight into him as you slowly reached up to his face. He didn’t stop you. Between your fingers, you took the mask’s fabric and pulled upwards passed his nose and, finally, his eyes. Those brilliant, brown eyes. This was the final confirmation. It was Peter. It was Peter all along. You pulled the mask completely off, revealing Pete’s curly brown hair that was somewhat matted to his face.

“So um,” he stuttered again, not knowing what to say as you gazed into his elegantly sculpted face. “Are you disappointed that it’s me?”

“Oh god, no!” you blushed at your realization that you were staring a little too hard. “I’m glad it was you,” you mumbled, your heart beating out of your chest. You looked up into his eyes as his face towered over your frame.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! After I told Ned Mr. Stark totally chewed me out and—“ you knew you had to cut him off before he started rambling.

Your face reached his, quickly silencing him into a light, passionate kiss. His covered hands wrapped around your waist, closing the distance between you. Finally, you two pulled away, leaving you laying gently in his arms. You mumbled quietly under your breath.

“I’m glad you was you”

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