#and now he's just one half of a duo and nobody knows how to utilize him

[cacw]

i do still stand by this and it's kind of upsetting me they don't hate him but they really obviously dislike him and his place in the story

[me-and-your-husband]

the winter soldier 2.0|| b. barnes

Summary: You’re being brainwashed by HYDRA like Bucky was. What the Avengers don’t know, was that you have a past with Steve and Bucky.

Warnings: Some swearing, angst, kidnapping, brainwashing, knifes, guns, fighting, all of that fun stuff, fluff to make up for the angst.

Pairing: Bucky x HYDRA!reader

Words: 1.2k

Characters: Bucky, Steve, Sam, Nat, Tony, Bruce

A/N: italics mean flashback to the 40′s

          I put the black Dodge RAM in park, and stepped out, slamming the door. I huffed out a breath, seeing it accumulate in fog in front of my face. I scanned the bar in front of me, looking for escape routes, incase this whole thing goes awry. Three exits, the front door, the employee entrance/exit in the back, and the emergency exit door. I gave myself one reassuring nod, and walked around the truck to the back. I pulled the hatch down, and grabbed my duffel bag. Taking a quick look around me to make sure nobody was watching me, I unzipped my jacket and took off my sweatpants. My burgundy leather suit was revealed, and so were my black combat boots. I swept my messily-curled hair into a ponytail, and unzipped my duffel bag.  

      I grabbed a few hand grenades, just in case, and attached them to my utility belt. I put my knives where they should be; my thigh holster, utility belt, and one in my boot, by my ankle. I grabbed my pistol, and slid it into my other thigh holster. Lastly, I pulled my mask up, which covered the bottom half of my face, mouth and nose, and was the same color of my suit. I grabbed my High-Tech Assault Rifle that HYDRA supplied me with, like all of my weapons, my suit, and my training. I held it with one hand, and walked down the alley between the bar, and a cute rustic café. If I wasn't being ordered to kill people everyday, I might’ve gone there sometime.

     I brushed the thought aside, and climbed the cafe’s fire escape ladder. I lined up my aim with the huge window of the bar, where you could see a few of the Avengers laughing and drinking together, and took the pin of a grenade off with my mouth and threw it at the window. It was just a low-impact, so it wouldn’t cause too much damage to civilians. A loud explosion went off, and then screams. I took this as my chance, and jumped off of the two-story café. I aimed my gun around, looking for the man they call “The Winter Soldier”. 

“Dark hair, blue eyes, metal arm,” the commander had described him to me. 

I hid in the corner, with a few pieces of flaming debris, and recognized him. He was with the rest of the Avengers, calmly trying to get the civilians out of the flaming bar.

He was close enough to me that I could take a shot at him without equipping my scope onto my AR. I lined it up right with his head, and pulled the trigger. At the last second, he moved his metal arm up to deflect the bullet. I gave a frustrated huff, when I heard movement beside me. 

     Tony Stark, or rather, Iron Man in his suit, stood next to me, holding his hand up. Before he could charge his stabilizers fully, I threw my gun as I dove down, sliding through his legs strategically. I stood behind him, and reached over his shoulder to the arc reactor that powered his suit. Without that, he could only rely on his backup energy. I ripped the reactor out of his chest, and heard his suit power down. 

“Shit,” he yelled.

“Language!” said somebody from behind me. The enhanced hearing that I had, thanks to the Super-Soldier serum they gave me all those years ago, let me hear the vibrations in the air of a metal...disc?

   No, it was Captain America’s shield, which I ducked from just in time, so it ended up hitting Tony’s suit and ricocheting off. Cap caught it again, as Tony stepped out of his suit, and joined the rest of the team. I looked around for my gun, which I had left on the floor to the left of me. I lifted my hand to dive for it, but instead I was caught off-guard by a female voice.

“Don't even think about it,” said Black Widow, aiming a pistol at me. Even in casual clothes, they all looked heroic, carrying their weapons with them everywhere they went. I put my hands up slowly, wanting to show them I wasn’t going to try anything, even though that was very much not my plan. 

“You’re HYDRA,” Cap said, nodding toward the logo on my chest. My lips twisted into a smirk, and I nodded my head.

“What do you want,” said Bucky Barnes coldly. “Who are you?”

“They call me The Winter Soldier,” I said, staring him dead in the eyes. His face contorted from cold, to confused real quick, along with Cap, Tony, and Black Widow, the only Avengers that tagged along to their little get-together. “I was given that name after the Winter Soldier before me escaped HYDRA,” I said.

“That’s why you’re here, to take me back?” Bucky said, becoming enraged.

“No, I have no intentions of taking you back. Once I kill you, I’ll leave your body with your precious Avengers, and you can have a state funeral,” I said, distracting them enough for me to dive to my left and grab my gun. I hid behind the bar, and to my luck, the wall behind the bar was a mirror, so I could see them, but from where they were standing, they couldn't see me. I poked my head out a little bit, and started firing relentlessly at Bucky. He blocked each shot with his metal arm, as I dodged Natasha’s bullets and Steve’s shield. Tony worked on getting his suit back up and running, and I finally ran out of bullets. As I put another round in, I didn’t hear someone come up from behind me. 

    Bucky grabbed me by the collar, and pushed me against the wall. My mask muffled my yelp. He stared me dead in the eyes, and mine wandered to my gun. He grabbed my jaw and turned me head to face him. 

“Who are you really?” He asked, coming out in a sort of growl noise. When I didn’t answer, Steve came up beside him and asked me again. I let out a small chuckle at their confusion. Bucky’s metal arm came up and I thought he was going to punch the shit out of me, so I braced for impact. Surprisingly, it crashed down onto the wall beside my face. He lifted it to the bridge of my nose, and pulled down my mask in one swift motion. He took in a sharp breath, and let go of my collar. Steve’s eyes went wide with disbelief, and Bucky’s flesh hand covered his mouth. He pulled me in and embraced me, which resulted in me pushing him off of me. 

“Look, I don’t know who you think I am, but I was sent here to kill you. Let me get back to doing that,” I said, as I gained my strength back and grabbed my pistol from my thigh holster. 

     Bucky and I walked hand-in-hand down the pier in Brooklyn. He carried a picnic basket in his other hand, while I carried a green blanket in mine. 

“I can’t believe you’re going off to the war, Buck,” I said. “How will I sleep at night knowing you might not come back?” I asked him, my brows scrunched together. He stopped walking, and gave me that god-forsaken half smile. 

“I’ll write to you everyday, Doll. And I know I’ll come home, you know why?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Because I have something, someone, to come home to. My beautiful fiancée, who worries too much. Doll, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’ll just make the time we do have sweeter,” he said, which made me grin. He leaned down, so his lips were on mine. 

     Bucky, Steve and I had always been best friends since we were old enough to walk. Bucky was always getting Steve out of fights, and they were their own two, an iconic duo of two opposites. I didn’t have any friends myself, always too focused on my school work, and my nose deep in books. I wanted to prove the world wrong; that a girl could be just as smart as a man. Bucky and Steve seen that. They believed in me. I was top of all my classes, and ended up tutoring Steve and Bucky one summer. After that, we all just stuck together and stayed friends.

    Bucky first admitted his feelings for me four years ago, and I admitted that I reciprocated them. We have just recently become engaged, but then he found out he was being promoted to Sergeant, and we spent all the time in the world together. We included Steve of course, who was still trying to get into the army. We always tried to make sure he never felt like a third-wheel.

    The next day, Bucky went off to the war. I bid him farewell, through tears and sniffles. Even Bucky shed a couple tears. After, Steve and I went out for coffee. When he told me he had been accepted into the army, I expressed genuine concern for him, which caused an argument between us. I didn't get to apologize before he left, and I never saw Bucky or Steve again, as Bucky was dead and Steve was in the ice, but we didn't know that.

   I was visiting my late fiancé's grave on a late afternoon in May, when a black Volkswagen Beetle pulled up to the cemetery. They snatched me right from the graveyard, and nobody was ever to see me again either. 

Well, they did, but they never lived long enough to tell anyone that.

Now, I’m fighting off the Avengers with my fists, and it’s safe to say they’re losing.

   They all have blood all over, gashes, wounds, cuts, but Bucky still isn’t dead. I had no marks at all on me, as the soldiers wouldn’t let Tony and Nat cause harm to me. 

“We need to find away to sedate her, so we can bring her back to the tower, where Bruce and Tony can reverse the mind games,” Steve told the others, Bucky immediately agreeing. He still looked like a lost puppy every time I lunged at him, a knife clutched in my fist. 

I couldn’t help it. There was a feeling, deep down, stored somewhere in my brain, that told me to stop, that you felt for this man, but I didn’t listen. The only thing I could hear running through my head; Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

It was the programming. It wasn’t my fault. I promise.

Eventually, I was kicking Avenger ass. I had them all on the floor. Nat I had knocked out, Tony was slouched against a wall, and Steve was pretty damaged, so was Bucky. I was so caught up with trying to kill my predecessor, that I didn’t hear Tony calling Sam. 

“Just send Redwing. Bruce will load ‘er up with a standard anesthetic that will knock her out for a few hours,” Tony said through grunts into his phone. I ignored it.

I had a knife in front of Bucky’s chest, him using his metal arm to try and pull mine away, Steve trying to pull me off of Bucky by the hips, and failing. Bucky and I battled for strength, but it was hard with Steve pulling me. I hesitated for a second. One damn second, I second guessed my programming, and Bucky managed to wrestle me to the ground, the knife sliding across the floor out of my reach. He landed on top of me, using his arms to hold himself up. When I kicked and squirmed to get out, he pinned my arms down on the sides of my head, his heavy breath landing on my lips. 

    Out of the blue, there was a zooming noise, and a high-tech looking drone shot a vile of some liquid into my neck, and soon, I passed out under my target.

   When I came to, I was in a padded room, with one wall being a mirror. I knew immediately that it was a one-way mirror, and they were watching me right now. I’ve been a lab rat before, but this was different. I looked at myself in the mirror. My ponytail had fallen out during the fight, so my locks hung over my shoulders and down my back. They had confiscated all of my weapons, including my hidden ankle knife. I groaned, but was silently grateful that I wasn’t in a straight jacket. Again. Those things aren’t fun.

   I sat, with my head against the wall, thinking about how I got here. I cringed when I remembered what they’d do to me when I get back, or they send someone to come get me. I failed. I failed myself, my commander, HYDRA, everyone. They gave me the super soldier serum in the forties. They gifted me that, four times. Meaning I was Bucky and Steve twice. I should have been able to overpower them. It just took that one damn second of hesitation, and I could already see myself tied to a chair with a gag in my mouth, being burned, slashed, shot, so much more. This was the first mission I had ever failed.

   Soon, a short man with dark hair and a lab coat walked in to the room. I looked up, embarrassed from the tears that stained my cheeks. I wiped them away, and he came and crouched down beside me. 

“My name is Dr. Banner. I’m going to help you, y/n,” I said. I shook my head, and gave him a sympathetic smile. 

“Nobody can help me. I’m in too deep now. They’ll probably kill me anyways,” I mumbled.

“At least let us try,” said Dr. Banner. I looked up at him, and then noticed that Bucky, Steve, Nat, Tony, and Sam all stood behind him. I nodded, and Bucky slowly walked toward me. I looked up at him, and I think he sensed how tense and afraid I was. 

“It’s okay, Doll. I’m not gonna hurt you. Come, let's go to the lab so Bruce can help you remember me,” he said, holding out his hand with a small reassuring smile. I reluctantly took his hand and stood. He led me through the building, the rest of them following. Once we got to the lab, Bruce sat me down on the exam bed and asked me a few questions.

“Full Name?”

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n,”

“Date of birth?” 

“D/O/B, 1918,”

A few more simple questions followed, which I answered.

“Okay. I’m gonna ask you to take your gloves off, I just need to put an IV in your hand. It’s routine,”

I nodded and obliged. I layed my gloves down on the table next to me, and gave Dr. Banner my left hand to put the IV in. He stopped when he took my hand, as Bucky’s jaw dropped. A look of confusion spread across my face. 

“She’s still wearing it!” Bucky exclaimed to Steve, who gathered around to look at your hand. Steve immediately broke out in a smile, and hugged his best friend.

“Oh, the ring?” I asked and the smile on Bucky’s face confirmed my answer. “Yeah, I don’t know why, but it felt wrong to take off,” I explained, the smile never leaving Bucky’s face. He rubbed a hand over his stubble. “I’m pretty sure, before HYRDA took me I had a husband, or a fiancé, but HYDRA wiped all memories of him from me.” I said, and Bucky’s smile faded, only a little.

“Well, let’s get to that remembering, then, hmm?” Dr. Banner said.

It’s been three months. Three months. Everyday, a new test. Nothing. Dr. Banner and Tony gave me some type of memory therapy the other day, and now they’re waiting a few days to see if it kicks in. I don’t have much faith in it anymore.

     I woke up this morning, and something felt, different. I was still in the bedroom that Tony gave me, but I just felt...different, I don't know. I assumed it was just my period, so I went to the bathroom to check, but no, it wasn't my period. I brushed it off and took a shower, got ready for my day, etcetera, all of the things normal people do in the mornings. I decided I needed to eat something, based off of the rumble coming from my stomach.

    I walked into the kitchen, wishing everyone a good morning. I grabbed a banana off of the counter, and ate it whilst leaning against the counter. When I was done, I walked over to the garbage to throw it out, but I didn’t see Bucky coming from the other way. I walked right into him and almost slipped, this new drug that Bruce has me on making me drowsy all the time, but he caught me, his metal arm on the small of my back. I looked into his eyes, and after a few seconds he pulled me back up, his hand still on my back. 

“You okay Doll?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. My hand squeezed his flesh arm. That was it! 

“Huh?” He said with a bemused look on his face.

“Bucky! I remember! I remember you and me, we were on the pier the day before you left for the war. We were getting married!” I said, a huge smile on my lips, and my eyes brimming with tears. His eyes filled with water too, and he picked me up and held me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nudged my nose into his neck. We stood like that for awhile, but then I pulled my head away from his neck. 

“I thought you were dead!” I said, and playfully hit his chest. He chuckled.

“I’m right here, baby,” he said, bringing his lips closer to mine. The kiss was long and passionate, sweet and longing. When we both pulled away for air, he took my left hand and kissed my palm. I moved it to cup his cheek, and he moved his hand on top of mine. “So, do you still want to marry me?” He said.

“Of course, Buck,”

[eucanyon]

         ·ﾟ☀  i am so hype to be here nobody gets it and even MORE hype to be bringing my baby boy canyon ....... i already can feel that everyone is absolute chef’s kiss and i cant WAIT to plot w u all ! my name is 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 , utilizing she / her pronouns and knowing nothing about percy jackson but trying my absolute best . i do prefer dis.cord for plotting so if you’d like to swap users that’d be grand , without further delay ( i googled if it was ado or adieu but apparently it’s all wrong throw the whole phrase away ) below the cut you can read a bit about canyon ! 

             ⟨ MASON GOODING. CIS MAN. HE / HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 is actually a descendent of ZEUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY - TWO year old PRE-LAW from CHICAGO, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 & 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄 .

 — 𝐁𝐈𝐎 .

              ‘ you gotta work twice as hard to be half as good .                           you gotta be twice as good to get half the recognition . ’

it’s the earliest phrase he remembers hearing . his grandparents , a duo running the local church services just a block away from their chicago inner city apartment , fill the shoes left by a mother who left her wedlock-born son in the hands of people more capable than she and a father nobody had ever met . his clothes come from the church donation bin and his toys are hand-me-downs from neighborhood kids outgrowing their phases . he pays for football like most of the boys on his team , camped out in front of grocery stores and shopping malls with a bell and a collection bucket with a nervous spiel of “ please help us earn new pads for our football team ” spewing from each child the moment they make eye contact with anyone sympathetic enough to turn their way .

canyon’s held to a higher standard than the neighborhood kids . he comes home before it even starts to turn dark , he has a closet full of perfectly ironed shirts that he tucks neatly into his waistline every sunday morning , he calls anyone that even looks a few years older than him sir or ma’am . he spends afternoons in a rigid schedule : help grandma cook and clean , football practice , homework , and a half hour of television before bed . he gets a choice , if he wants to invite the neighbor’s kids over for that sliver of free time , or keep it to himself . it was a source of embarrassment for him at first , to have a bedtime matching that of his elderly caretakers , but after a certain point , it becomes a source of pride for canyon — he’s lauded by teachers and coaches alike as the best behaved and most respectful ( albeit , also the quietest ) boy of any group he inhabits .  

he struggles in school at first , and not simply in the social element . his teachers express concern by his absolute silence , but given that he answers questions and doesn’t cause any issues for them , concerns are brushed off . his handwriting leaves much to be desired and his literacy skills are behind his grade expectations , but he excels when offered oral options for responses and follows logic like a champ . though his grandparents can’t quiet afford a formal tutor , but his teachers offer a bit of informal help in the often time that his grandparents run late to pick him up . they note to his grandmother that canyon is a workhorse , putting in much more work than what is asked for and seeing a steady improvement in his grades due to this . she’ll smile , and canyon will repeat their mantra in his head on the way home .

his mom appears every few months over major holidays , bag of trinkets in tow . canyon quickly learns that ignoring the toys means she’ll talk more to him than about him to his grandparents as if he’s not there , curling up in her lap like a cat vying for her attention . he shoves straight - a report cards and mvp trophies into her hands as long as he can remember , one thanksgiving she comments on his hair getting too long and by christmas he’s gotten it shaved clean . every comment she makes he squeezes for some semblance of recognition , a baby bird screaming out to a blinded parent :    ‘ see me , i’m here . see me , if only this once . ’

his father is a forbidden topic in the house and his mother skirts around conversations of him , which bothers canyon , but his community is that of a village - raising mindset . older brothers become mentor figures , uncles become surrogate fathers , grandfathers pass down tokens of wisdom . it seems no household is truly ever without the nurture of a parent figure , and canyon grows up acutely aware of how lucky he has it in his little apartment complex telling the story to himself every night : a mother who loved him enough to give him the life he deserved , a father clearly not worthy of being in the picture . canyon , a boy with the bare minimum , sees it as more than enough .

a pudgy , quiet child following a robotic schedule doesn’t quite inspire the vision of a progeny to the king of the gods . canyon’s only friends are the ones he’s grown up with and the cousins subbing in as the siblings he was never given , his grandmother being perhaps the first person he tells anything to . but he can’t bring himself to open up when his mother begrudgingly confides a secret in him , taking him out for ice cream as an early birthday gift . he has half a mind to let his grandma know she showed up to her visit under the influence , high off whatever would make her deranged enough to tell canyon his father is a shapeshifting greek god who will be reaching out to him to hone his powers in a few days — but he quickly realizes that snitching would mean even less time spent with a mother who already only sees him in minimal increments . as with everything in life , he keeps it to himself , a move that would pay off when he’s approached by perhaps the most terrifyingly imposing man he’s seen in his life at a church service the day before his birthday .

his father is , despite all the obvious flaws , perhaps everything canyon has dreamed of becoming . they talk briefly during the service and make official introductions before he escapes into the day , promising to return and explain more in time . and he does . canyon’s sure to keep to himself who he’s quietly chatting with in the back pews every sunday , but he and his father talk at length in the relative secrecy of hushed voices in a boisterous sermon . the man doesn’t explain much about how he met canyon’s mother , nor what he does in general , but fills in all the gaps left by his mother’s erratic attempt at a conversation . the man buys canyon a new set of cleats for his birthday and notes to him that he can continue to fill in the gaps if he considers spending his summers away . he’ll make it happen , canyon simply has to agree .

and he does . his grandparents are less than thrilled to think that he’ll be away from them for three months and the fact that he’s making a lot of these details up as he goes nearly gets him caught , but his father helps him conceive a ruse so convincing , they’ll be able to leave his grandparents out of the whole demigod conversation .

and it seems almost as soon as he had found something resembling the parents he so longed for , they leave him perhaps more alone than before . his mother is jailed for a sequence of bad decisions and zeus makes himself a figure less and less , eventually becoming clear to canyon that he too will skirt along with the bare minimum , claiming him at 13 and tapering off the effort he exerts as canyon begins to make a name for himself throughout the american demigod scene . his camp friends ask if he’s planning to attend eonia and canyon makes it clear that he refuses , a full ride scholarship to howard university the only thing in his sights for the future . he wants to detach himself from the culture being force down his throat by these demigod hypocrites , he wants to be adamant in his pride over being a black american fighting for change .

a change of heart comes perhaps on a whim . his father makes an offhand comment about “ what a shame ” it is that canyon doesn’t see himself as cut out for demigod school . the boy , now every bit a young man after his growth spurts leave him at an imposing 6’3 and football shapes his body into a vessel of solid muscle , commands the energy of every group he’s thrust into , a pillar of his community and recognized as the one who will bring their neighborhood into greatness . driven , intelligent , and powerful , canyon grows into his role as the champion , and it becomes apparent that his father wants to push the vision of his own contribution forward where it counts , and canyon — the one born into nothing , wants to grow into something .

eonia welcomes him with open arms and before he even opens his mouth , it’s apparent that he carries himself like the son of a king : though he is quick to distance himself from his father who he had once so - idolized . in his head , he sets out to become something notable without the need to precede himself with his father’s name ; canyon is a force of nature all by his own creation , and he refuses to credit his own well - earned accomplishments to a father who was hardly that . he plans to use eonia to close the demigod chapter in his life , hoping he can hone his powers enough to then never use them , hoping to remain solely involved in the mortal world with no mind given to the demigods’ drama . he plans to attend law school directly upon graduating and become the next spearhead of a political movement with the goal of true justice for all disenfranchised people in mind .

 — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

 canyon ellis has made a name for himself despite his relative silence , a reputation preceding him even without the influence of his godly father’s name behind him . if anything , canyon represents what the ancient greeks perhaps idolized zeus to be — minus the hedonism that brought upon so much of the chaos plaguing his tales . a boy brought into the bare minimum becomes a man making due with the bare minimum , and canyon is known for a rhetoric that can prove a point out of anything . he’s an introvert in extrovert’s shoes , often spotted around teammates or other members of his clubs though he’s oft the last to say a word , choosing instead to observe in silence with those intense stares he’s become so well - known for . intimidating is perhaps an understatement when you pair his stature with his energy , the strength in his reservation and the discipline in his blood , standing tall and unwavering in his beliefs . he speaks with intention and though he’s most known for his serious side , he carries himself with a humble confidence that allows him to speak his truth with ease and stand up for what he believes in most , unafraid to call out those on the other end of his remarks . though he’s stern and admittedly reserved , he’s not shy , and pushes himself to reach beyond his areas of comfort in order to truly live up to the expectations he places on himself : expectations that are perhaps too high for him to realistically achieve in this lifetime .

though intense , canyon has a soft spot for those closest to him and though he won’t be the one stirring up the entertainment , he’s often biting back a smile at the antics of his loved ones , one of his catch phrases being “ i get the joke , i’m just not laughing because it’s not funny , ” followed by a pat on the head . he’s stern but not entirely humorless , kind but no - nonsense , and tends to hold himself to a certain standard of seriousness in most circumstances . he’ll let loose on the occasional night out , but there’s a sense of tension to him that seems clearly prepared to leap back into his leader shoes and fix whatever disaster may present itself . a projection of strength , poise , and dignity , canyon’s aptitude for leadership is equally his greatest strength and his biggest weakness , imbuing him with a moral compass and a sense of empathy that sometimes makes the world too black and white for him , refusing to see any circumstances that may complicate or excuse something .

his views on loyalty are severe and have left him with a handful of people he’s all but erased from his life , burning bridges without second thought though many in his circle advise him to reconsider . there’s right , and there’s wrong in his world , with nothing in between despite the fact that sometimes , there isn’t as clear cut of an answer as he claims there to be .

pair this with the trauma of his abandonments during the upbringing he faced and it comes together to result in a boy walking in a man’s shoes , fingernails digging into palms with the fever of all the words he bites back , fueled by a crusade for justice to give him some sense of worth — perhaps the only thing holding him together at this point .

— 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 .

AESTHETIC : uphill runs fueled by answer by tyler the creator blaring through your headphones , the perfectionism of a virgo and tenacity of a taurus , falling asleep to the swan by camille saint saens , vision obscured by hot tears , the flex of your jaw as you bite back a comment , the unsettling rumble in the air just before the strike of thunder , kendrick lamar blasting from your classic mustang , picking up the pieces of a shattered porcelain bust , the primal sense of connection in a team huddle , thunderous pounding of your pulse in your ears , being voted “ most likely to become president , ” a wide stance with arms crossed over your chest , power drawn from unity , never division .

my inspos for him were chiron / black from moonlight , erik killmonger from black panther , and batman lmao . i guess maybe some steve rogers ? 

he’s the captain of the rugby team !

grew up playing football but the moment he casually played a rugby match at camp and interlocked into a scrum was the moment he was forever converted and has loved the sport ever since . he plays as a lock .

as a pre - law student , he’s in mock trial , as well as in the social justice collective . he is vice president of the black student collective and is an active and passionate member who is outspoken about black identity on campus

[petitepistol]

CHAIN OF SWEETNESS

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

this is hard because i have to separate elena from how she exists in canon from the elena i have built up for myself in my mind, so in the interest of brevity im choosing to focus on the canon aspects that deeply drew me to her to begin with and continue to feed my fascination and frustration with her to this day

ONE elena is a minor character. like, take her out of the story of the game and nobody would bat an eye. the writers dont really know what they are doing with her at any given moment, so she is this half formed mess of anachronistic traits. that can be really interesting and really challenging to try and flesh out, especially when you factor in how disconnected she is from even the characters closest to her and what those interpersonal dynamics must be like. even among the turks she is an outlier, new to the team and hellbent on diligently doing her job despite not having the same ghosts as the rest of them. before crisis tries to touch on that with her sister, but that just muddies the waters further providing conflicting motivations that they never really address. because, as stated initially, she is a minor character. and that means the exposition is something i have to do, not canon.

TWO despite being a minor character, from a mechanics standpoint she serves a purpose. her first appearance is there to give you an important lead on the big bad, her narrative purpose in the wutai subquest means you get both a party member and a forge fragile armistice with the turks. during the icicle portion if you get knocked out by her, she drops you off in gast’s house, which might mean the devs were using her to guide less skilled players into viewing missable but important lore. this extends to the compilation, where she is utilized off screen for the jenova head in a box debacle, and in before crisis to pad out the plot a little longer by getting kidnapped. from a game design perspective her existence is validated not by good writing but by being a deus ex machina and i have learned to love that as much as i hate it.

THREE she occupies a space where you can throw just about a billion tropes at her and it can work. people don’t usually realize this, but for such bit player you can do a lot with her. also if you wanna write snappy dialogue you can let this girl just say fucking anything. nothing is off limits coming out of her mouth, because there is so little to go off of and what data there is can be interpreted so broadly. that also means you can write her as downright sociopathic or as an unlikely altruist, leaning towards either of the extremes or staying dead center in the middle of the road. the only limitations are that of the perceptional biases of the writer.

FOUR that she is the highest level of the turks in game will never not make me ridiculously happy. i love that this so called clumsy rookie is the most difficult to take out in a fight with the rarest gear. if you wanna hear more about aspect that go here.

FIVE hnnnnng pretty girl who can kick my ass please step on me unga bunga

5 10 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

there are so many wonderful people i want to give accolades too that i often find it hard to do these kind of daisy chains, and even now im cheating by doubling the number. that still isnt enough, so to those who arent on this list i have to say i love you too but the powers that be and my own shyness turned off the mic before the speech ended

ONE forever amused by how both @makeupandmateria and @madamdirectcr are not only incredible to me as a player, but elena as a character. we are in love with this surprising supportive mean ladies coterie. swiftie plays an elegantly dubious scarlet to the hilt and manages to bring out the best in everyone. lottie brings an uncanny sensitivity to scarlet that makes you think while being so sweet and engaging outside of play.

TWO speaking of girls muses supporting other girl muses @heavenlyfighter and @cultivatxr are a dynamic duo and im lucky enough to be in talks with both of them. jessica plays a lovely tifa who has such a melancholy imbued to her strength while not only tolerating my flakiness but being so understanding, while phoe has had a perfect grasp on aerith for what feels like an epoch always letting that same vibrancy spill out into reality.

THREE so @animus-inspire and @urbdev-assistant are two peas of positivity in a pod and i adore them for it. one them plays an understated hero who has the capacity to do great good even when aligned with evil and the other has taken the adage about there being a great woman behind every great man and elevated an npc into a brilliant character. both are fantastic.

FOUR shout out to @missionheartcd and @rude-at-your-service for being not only the best coworkers elena could ever had but being consistently delightful out of character. not only do i want to play more with their characters, i also appreciate their support.

FIVE thank you to @warofthebeasts​ and @inanisvitae​ for putting up with my inexplicable affection for sephiroth. kevin is so patient with my persistent poking and prodding and you could not find a more passionate advocate for either character development or friendship than maria.

5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

these are mostly mine but may or may not apply to elena from some twisted meta perspective also this was hard because i have no guilty pleasures my tastes is flawless (this definitely applies to elena as well unless we are talking about her taste in men which is terrible lmao sorry im just bullying tseng he is actually pretty cool)

ONE you cannot have this type of lists without ABBA represented and while this is almost a lesser known track of theirs, i have liked it since i heard it in childhood playing through the records my mom owned. the lyrical content is very shinra-core and while i dont think elena ever dated a middle aged fat cat for money as a teen im certain she considered it

TWO as a kid i didnt like the indomitable miss spears because i bought into regressive attitudes towards female sexuality while not recognizing she was being exploited by the industry, but i have grown. elena agrees with the sentiment of “you better work, bitch”

THREE im not ashamed of my love of god queen shiina ringo but at the time i first saw this video i was not prepared for the gratuitous badass lady nurse on sexy female patient malpractice action it featured and that was what made it a guilty pleasure

FOUR everybody loves george michael and that includes me. this piece from his wham! era is almost too peppy, but i am an absolutely a sucker for imagining brutal fight scenes with anachronistically cheerful songs playing over the carnage

FIVE rounding things off is an obligatory recent weeb jam. well half of this combo is american but you know what i mean. i love the combination of classic funk and whispery vocals echoing into an unrepentant cry of “fuck you motherfucker.” coupled with the blonde in the video intercut with the OL being joyfully liberated by her train ride? elena vibes

Tagged: @madamdirectcr @animus-inspire Tagging: you!

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if youve ever wanted to think about what almost every major RWBY character would main in professional overwatch, then today is your lucky day! brought to you by hiatus, return of owl, and 3am delirium

RUBY - Star DPS.  Extremely flashy, always on the highlight reel.  Will play whatever is needed to pound the enemies into dirt, but also the type to say "fuck it ok guys trust me im gonna pop off" and swap to her signature widow/tracer to Pop Off.  Works unfailingly.  Team captain and emotional core.  Prefers mobile heroes and an unpredictable playstyle.

WhiteSnow - Flex Support/Flex DPS.  Put her on any sniper (including and especially Ana) and watch all hell rain down.  Methodical playstyle, favors high-utility heroes.  Aside from snipers, can often be found on Baptiste/Mei/Symmetra.  Enables teammates to make big plays, but often sacrifices her own presence in the killfeed for the benefit of the team as a whole.  Loves to maker opponents' lives a living hell with CC.  Line em up, knock em down.

Belladonna - Offtank.  Extremely attentive to her backline, constantly running interference and peeling for allies.  Impossible to catch off-guard.  Delights in thwarting the enemy team's plans and preventing them from making the plays they want to.  Excellent map awareness and always the one to touch point to preserve overtime.  Shotcaller.  Struggled with committing to risky/aggressive plays, but being on a reliable team has made her more comfortable performing her role and trusting her teammates to have her back.  Prefers mobile heroes but will adapt to any situation to work in perfect tandem with...

YangXiaoLong - Main Tank.  Could have been a DPS main but early on committed to tank role to enable her duo parter (and little sister) to pop off (and have shorter queue times).  Developed a real knack for controlling space and being a brick goddamn wall between her squishies and the enemy team.  Extremely aggressive playstyle, but has cooled down in recent years to be more of a team player.  Still loves to thrash about when given the opportunity.  Known for bold plays and phatty shatties.

Arc - Main Support.  Tried for years to be a DPS hotshot but was determinedly mediocre and got hard stuck in plat.  Persuaded by Pyrrha to pocket her for a few games, and discovered the depth and fulfillment of playing support to a well-coordinated team.  Nurtured his aptitude for assisting from the backline and quickly rose through the ranks.  Will play whatever is meta but will always be a Mercy main at heart.  Played Brig during GOATS.  Shotcaller.

Valkyrie - Doomfist.

Nikos - Main Tank.  Extremely methodical player, reknowned for big brain cerebral plays and unflappability.  Can be slow to push advantages, but never makes mistakes.  Loves the mind games in a Rein v Rein matchup, and unfailingly blocks the enemy shatter (delights in cucking the enemy Rein).  Will play Orisa For The Good Of The Team but takes no joy in it.  Terrifying on defense; takes a strong position and allows time pressure to force enemies into missteps.  When you make a mistake, she will be there.  Strategic backbone of the team.

RenLie - Flex Support.  Bloodthirsty support.  Likes the balance of damage potential and support capacity in Zenyatta, but puts forth strong showings on Moira and Ana as well.  First priority is of course keeping his team alive, but flankers trying to dive him in the back line tend to get sent home in tears.  Big Jjonak energies. :uwuknife: Can be susceptible to tunnel vision/desperation, and occasionally needs teammates to re-ground him.  Always nanos Nora.

PPolen - Offtank.  D.Va one-trick.  Absolutely notorious for eating ults; absolutely infuriating to play hitscan into.  Flawless mechanical skill.  Occasionally struggles with communication, but honestly so on-the-ball that it doesn't usually come back to bite her.  Always has gold objective time.

Qrow - True flex.  Exclusively solo-queues on ladder, just plays the leaderboards.  Played just about every role at some point (except main tank, fuck that), but currently on a flex support kick.  Holds world records for gravs/blizzards/immortality feels clipping through the geometry and falling out of the map.  The sort of Ana who will singlehandedly take out both enemy DPS when beset by flankers only to immediately die to an errant Moira orb.  Gamers can we get an F in chat.  Accustomed to playing on 200+ ping and is deeply unsettled when he moves somewhere with good internet and has to re-learn all his timings.

RWBY+JNPR+P All form a single 9-man roster.  Sub out roles with redundant players for map set strategies and for flexible plays.  Probably called the Beacon Huntsmen or something generic like that, who cares

Winter - Main Tank and Offtank.  Excellent mechanical skill.  Unparalleled when allowed to execute her set strategy, but struggles with adaptability.  Extremely self-sacrificial, and knows exactly how to leverage her health pool to buy time and/or space for her allies to make the plays they need to.  Will unflinchingly act upon callouts, good or bad, because the worst outcome is a split decision.  Especially fond of a quick reset.

Whitley - Doesn't play Overwatch, but holds several championship trophies in international Pokemon tournaments.  Minecraft youtuber.

Adam - Widow one-trick.  Highly overrated, inexplicably popular streamer.  Mechanically talented but poison in a team environment.  Picked up and quickly dropped from several professional teams.  Teabags.  Looks impressive on stream but crumbles against opponents with any semblance of coordination.  Eventually blacklisted from professional environments after one too many scandals in his personal life.

Ozpin -Franchise owner.  Has never actually touched Overwatch, but used to be a respected Starcraft player back in the day.  Took on a coaching role for a time, but now largely manages from afar.  Has a sparse and cryptic social media presence.  Makes business decisions largely at random, unbeknownst to all his subordinates.

Salem - Hates videogames. Will unplug the router if you piss her off.

Ace Ops - High profile roster hand-picked for perfectly complementary hero pools.  Hyped to fuck in the preseason.  Unparalleled individual play but poor communication, incompatible playstyles, and truly abysmal coaching staff keep them from being a top-tier team.  Widely considered a disappointment considering the talent and money backing them.

Harriet - DPS.  Exclusively plays flankers and extremely mobile DPS.  Tries to solo-carry; in her defense, it often works.  Unironically brags/complains about having gold medals.  Quick to tilt but often uses the negative energy to pop off even harder.  Overtime clutch god.

Marrow - Flex DPS.  Cautious player, often hesitant to commit to risky strats.  Flawless positioning, both personally and for thrown abilities.  Talent for projectile DPS; probably contributed not-insignificantly to scatter arrow being removed from the game.  Prefers to understand the enemy's strategy before acting.  Shotcaller.  Nobody listens.

Elm - Main Tanks (Except Reinhardt), Zarya.  Aggressive tank player, frequently found with gold damage.  Generally good natured but vulnerable to tilt if on a losing streak.  Highly momentum-based.  Makes tutorial videos on strategy and positioning for her youtube channel.  Wants to see the competitive scene develop and flourish, but sensitive to feeling threatened by new talent.  Helps them anyway.

Vine - Flex Tanks (except Zarya), Reinhardt.  Unflappable, regardless of quality of games or recent performance.  Good at reading enemy team and tracking ults.  Generally calls enemy plays before they happen.  Always sticks with Elm, largely out of obligation to bail her out when her aggression puts her in a dicey position.  Understated player, rarely in highlight compilations, but extremely consistent performance.  Plays off-meta in scrims so as not to reveal strats.

Clover - Main Healer. Can play any support, but Lucio main through and through.  Suffers from Reddit Lucio syndrome, but usually good enough (or lucky enough) to get away with it.  Loves to deny enemy followup.  Peel master, boop god.  PMA to a borderline-irritating degree.  Gives great pep talks at half time.  Tends to overcommit to strategies that are dead in the water; sometimes it's better to call it and switch comps while you still have time on the clock. Despite this, is opportunistic in the moment-to-moment sense and quick to capitalize on enemy vulnerabilities.

Flynt Coal - Lucio one-trick.  I mean, come on.

Wukong - ???  Exclusively plays off-meta heroes and weird shit.  Talented but remains on ladder because he doesn’t like the rigid structure of tournament play.  Refuses to be confined to a single role.  Hates role lock cause he can’t swap mid game anymore.  Despite all this, somehow tends to be more of an asset than a detriment.  Definitely a team player.  PMA king.  Occasionally finds legitimately competitive strata for underutilized heroes.  Nutty with hammond movement, godawful with mines.  Has the Winston skin equipped, of course.

Ilia - DPS.  Popular streamer.  Tried going pro for a bit, but didn’t like the schedule and retired shortly.  Frequently plays with the community and does weird custom game modes for a laugh.  Loves Daddy Rein Chases Tiny Torblets.  Refuses to open loot boxes, much to the dismay of her stream.  Plays Golfing Over It during long queues.  Draws all her own custom emotes.

Watts - DPS.  Mains Widow, Sombra; plays anything that lets him avoid ever actually engaging the enemy at close range.  Thinks the game stopped being good when Sombra GOATS stopped being a thing.  Spends all day on twitter heckling pro players and declaring Overwatch a dead game.  Suspected of cheating.  Considers himself a shotcaller but isn't very good at it.

Tyrian - Plays Junkrat and Roadhog exclusively.  Thinks it's bullshit that the game doesn't have friendly fire.  Thinks it's bullshit that Junkrat doesn't deal self-inflicted damage anymore.  Master of the bounce shot.  Tends to treat the game like a TDM and forget the objective in favor fragging out.  Targets a single enemy player and tries to get them to tilt.  Uses voice chat but only laughs.  Never makes callouts.  Trash talks in all-chat.  Considers it a personal victory if he gets someone to rage quit.

Hazel - No Role.  Doesn't really get the idea of the metagame; knows it's generally good to have a balanced team but thats about as deep as he chooses to go.  Was one of the old guards of PC gaming but now that it's a mainstream hobby has to refuses to confront that he's hot garbage at them.  Can't really parse everything that's happening onscreen in a fast-paced game like overwatch, so he just picks Torb (regardless of map or attacking/defending status) and uses the turret as a security blanket.  Godawful turret placement.  Still has a good time somehow.

Cinder - Main Tank.  Likes the importance of the role, and especially the way her team has to follow her calls for any chance of success.  A nice balance of aggression and craftiness, she makes a fearsome opponent.  Callouts could be more frequent/detailed, but her directions are always good when given.  Very susceptible to emotional ups and downs, and often takes out frustration on teammates.  Takes losses very hard, gloats about wins.  Happiest with an Ana pocket.

Emerald - Offtank.  Would be much happier on DPS or Support, but desperate to show off and live up to Cinder's expectations.  Sticks with her main tank except when it's absolutely necessary to peel for the back line.  Tends to be overcautious with ults; she's good enough mechanically to earn them relatively quickly, but fear of whiffing one makes her reticent to spend them.  Flawless bubble timing on Zarya.

Mercury - Support.  Still considers Symmetra a support.  Quick to whip out the blaster and try to fight off flankers instead of calling for assistance.  Knows all the angles for a narsty biotic grenade.  Plays as though he's got better positioning and backup than he does; frequently gets opponents to back off just by winning the mental game.  Will let allies die on ladder if they piss him off.

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TheKojiIsHere

1- KoR/TFO weapon Elias Alderaan isn't enough to wake him up When the Empire crumbles he's sorta just abandoned, maybe a shuffled around asset among surviving moffs and generals and the like before ending up in one of the groups' hands Feral but still trainable 2- Fully dark Elias At some point comes out of his stupor on his own, but is no less angry and vicious Ends up turning on his masters and takes over a cell or the empire for himself when the top two fall. Now hes the one cracking the whip, and he's even crueler to his subordinates as those who made him And he is always angry, like the kind of angry that shoots past flailing tantrums into eeerie seeming stillness, but you can't mistake it for calm when he casually snaps a neck or cuts someone in half for any minor inconvenience or failure

hackett. chinhands

TheKojiIsHere https://youtu.be/hL5zv4mN1xA Batman-Under the Red Hood Black Mask Montage

From beginning to 2:06

Except the punch would have been a saber thrust through the face

darth porgeius ooookay that’s some unhinged darkness right there

hackett. kor elias would be a fucked version of his tryad dynamic with ben. the kor were brothers / dark side teachers for kylo. it was a frat cult fully dark elias is giving vader a run for it

TheKojiIsHere But also imagine like Full dark Elias scoops Ben before snoke can

hackett. ..... The Resistance is now The Attempt because fucking hell

TheKojiIsHere Couple immediate differences: Ben never becomes a KoR bc Elias wouldn't even send him therr He also doesn't become a Jedi Killer bc even dark Elias has certain boundaries snoke does not, and no more Jedi need to die pointlessly Ben, and I cannot stress this enough is so much more of a powerhouse/threat holy shit Bc he's been kinda raised by Elias, taught proper forms, and how to utilize his raw power more effectively He's a better dueliest, more disciplined, and more knowledgeable Also Elias isn't borderline torturing the kid I wouldn't say he's kind But he's a very different kind of cruel

hackett. Duuuude, now im picturing this kylo concept art https://images.app.goo.gl/2BE5WHechxB78f7L8

darth porgeius super spook

hackett. Im curious to explore the differences because the kor are such a huge influence. Kylo ren's face is based on their style. That mask is so tied to his identity.

TheKojiIsHere Elias also wouldn't have tolerated such adoration of Vader Fuck I imagined him finding the helmet in Ben's quarters And making Ben watch as he crushed it with The Force Brought it in on itself until it was just a small metal sphere

hackett. ...... I think i just felt ben die inside

TheKojiIsHere Elias: You do not celebrate his works. He cast aside himself for the sake of an old fool with delusions of grandeur, and stole the selves of his brothers. He is not worth your worship, and you have already surpassed him in so many ways. Do not let the the short sightedness of the past blind and rob you of the future's promise, Ben.

hackett. ......i

TheKojiIsHere

I'm sending this here bc I don't wanna interrupt what you're typing in tryad chat BUT PALPATINE NEVER GETS INTO HIS HEAD ELIAS HAS MADE SURE NOBODY EVER GETS INTO HIS MIND AGAIN AND MAKES HIM SOMETHING HE ISNT SO HE MAKES SURE BEN CAN DO THE SAME Dark Elias doesn't get Ben by twisting his mind into servitude He makes Ben a better offer than anyone else is

hackett. In other words, his crimes are truly his own

TheKojiIsHere Yeeeeeup

hackett. There's no headworm that has convinced of his path Whats elias like as a master in this au

TheKojiIsHere Harsh but fair. He beats the shit out of Ben regularly, but never pointlessly. He's ruthless because those Ben will face are so, but there is always a lesson to be learned Example: Ben learned mental defense bc Elias would day take time each day forcing his way into Ben's mind whole instructing how to stop him He kept doing it until Ben got it Until his mental defenses were like walls of beskar Dueling, they used shock batons so it wouldn't be lethal but it would hurt Every slip in his form would come with pain But Elias always made sure he knew that with the pain came knowledge, with knowledge, strength I got to stress this allies is not insane just angry Which means he is capable of moments that are not the black mask video I showed you To be honest and this au with Ben is probably as soft as this Elias gets And he definitely gives been praise when it's due. It's hard fault but when Ben gets a form right, or makes progress, he makes sure Ben know that it is not unnoticed Above all Else, he may be harsh but he will never be Vader He will never push been to a breaking point. He will never Rob Ben know who he is. He will only test him and have high standards for Passing

hackett. Ben would develop so differently. Less reckless, still calculative but more discerning before he strikes and when he strikes he's already plotted out his next moves

TheKojiIsHere Seriously, such a difference this'd make Hell, the galaxy would be wildly different There'd be a third power at play Though Elias isn't much interested in huge expansion or conquest. He basically takes a world with the force he has and refuses to let it go. This ofc makes him an enemy of the New Republic So his group (idk the name yet) is essentially dealing with defense more than offense, but people are sent out to destabilize TNR on a major level And when TFO pops up, they're competition Plus, Elias will sense Palpatines hand in things So where TNR is met with cold, apathetic disruption TFO is targeted with extreme prejudice OH MAN IMAGINE THAT'S HOW REY FITS IN! SHES SCOOPED BY TFO She's  the Ren But yes Elias would have been a harsh but fair teacher/father. He also, as an interesting contrast to smoke, doesnt leave all the work to underlings Ben would see Elias fighting alongside him And his Vaapad variant works even better There's a lot more internal darkness to tap into and start the loop OH MAN I JUST THOUGHT OF A DUO MOVE THEY COULD HAVE USE EACH OTHER Rather than rely on the potentially waxing and waning emotions of another

hackett. Dark side circuit

TheKojiIsHere They link up an essentially become both generator and amplifier for each other And since both sides are aware of the transfer and letting it flow freely It's way more potent They'd be fucking unstoppable and terrifying sweet christmas TFO: sends a fleet with star destroyers and fighters aplenty towards Elias' planet Elias and Ben: link up and destroy them from the surface while the ships are still in orbit

hackett. That's messed, i dig it. They basically sound like an event horizon of power, once they link they just devour enemies with the force

TheKojiIsHere ^^^^

hackett. Like kylo ren in that resistance clip i sent is far as fuck away from his two underlings And he uses the force to make them aim at each other So thats him on his own Imagine with elias linked

TheKojiIsHere They could control the entire crew, on multiple ships Okay, so question Bc I feel like there is room for debate on this and I wonder where you stand Do you think each person like Has a set level of power in The Force that they are capable of from birth They may not be able to utilize all of it right away But there is a definitive, insurmountable cap Or do you think it's more of a soft cap that can be expanded with time and practice? Bc dif people def start off with varying levels of potency Re: the Skywalkers all being natural powerhouses But do you think that's it, or people can improve if they deign to try?

hackett. So i think its a little bit like that line from ratatouille. Anyone can use the force. Powerful force users can come from anywhere, be anyone. Even if its genetic for ben solo, doesnt mean thats how it happens for everyone. Like disney changed the canon that everyone is sensitive to the force but not everyone is force sensitive. It probably manifests in different ways. I think everyone can improve, heighten their awareness and control, but everyone has a cap. Not because theyre weak or pathetic or meagor, their strength is just elsewhere like all talents and abilities Which is why elias in any verse being able to compete with ren makes sense without it feeling like a "god mode"

TheKojiIsHere Another terrifying idea for dark verse They find the gauntlet Figure out how it's made then make their own With Empire assets Elias could have beaten TFO to Illum by decades

hackett. conduit dark siders with a pair of those gauntlets [8:14 PM]

TheKojiIsHere They turn the whole thing into a conduit over time The space weapon is them OH SHIT WHAT IF ILLUM IS THE PLANET ELIAS TOOK OVER Spent years turning it into a base/civilization

hackett. I WAS THINKING THAT like imagine just that planet becomes amp and battery pack

TheKojiIsHere And battle station/civilization And you know what? The people who live there live live well

hackett. i imagine, i don't see elias being the type to set himself to be hated by those under his indirect control but live under his influence

TheKojiIsHere Oh wow I must have pocket called you my b But yea he wouldn't be needlessly cruel

hackett. also not a fool, you don't make the people who surround you and know your home turf your enemy

TheKojiIsHere ^^^^^

hackett. leave them alone, ingratiate them at least a little bit. make their lives comfortable and protect them and they won't want a regime change

TheKojiIsHere His direct subordinates, however, he definitely rules through fear. He doesn't tolerate failure, and it's gratifying to be the punisher rather than the punished He offsets this by giving due praise to those who perform satisfactorily, and even more so exemplary

So there's a big dichotomy in treatment Ben, ofc, is judged most harshly but also performs most exceptionally In Elias' eyes

hackett. it's gonna interesting cause with snoke he gave benlo a direction and told him to find his own way there it's not the same with a dark elias, there's more expectations. more guidance. more discipline.

[bucketluvr]

Changed - Ahsoka Tano

 Jedi. Two Jedi approach you, along with a Twi'lek, a Mandalorian, and a Lasat. You find your breathing hitch. You don’t want to get dragged into another war. Guilt fills you at your cowardice, your unwillingness to fulfill your duty as a Jedi.

 Padawan, you think bitterly. You aren’t even a real Jedi.

 Something else is there, too. A sliver of hope breaks the waves of crushing emotions, at the realization that two Jedi survived.

 The older Jedi, a man with brown hair tied up at the back of his head, teal eyes, and tan skin. He gives you a look of recognition, but thankfully it seems as if he can’t place you. The Twi'lek woman seems to do the same, but dismisses it.

 “C-can- Can I help you?” You ask.

 They seem to take no notice to your stuttering. The younger of the Jedi duo, a boy with black hair explains. “We - uh - need a place to fix our ship for awhile….and,” the older Jedi nods. “A place to hide from the Empire for about…a rotation.”

 Your about to shake your head, but your instincts are telling you to help them. After a moment, you nod. “I can arrange that.”

 The Lasat scoffs. “How many credits?”

 You sigh, waving your robotic hand at them. “Free of charge.”

 “What?” The Mando blurts.

 “Sabine,” the Twi'lek warns. Then she turns to you. “Thank you…”

 You take a deep breath. Your mind is screaming at you to not do it, they will figure it out, (Y/N)-

  “(Y/N).“

  She nods. “I’m Hera.” She points to each member of the crew, naming them. Zeb is the Lasat, Sabine is the Mando, Kanan is the older Jedi, Ezra the younger.

 You can only hope you hadn’t been two much of a show off in the Clone Wars.

 “Is it rude to ask how you lost that hand?” Ezra asks.

 You sigh, turning away from the piece of tech you were working on.

 “The Clone Wars. I, uh, jumped in the way of a….blaster bolt…for a friend- and well.”

 A half lie. You jumped in the way of a lightsaber for someone you loved, who you couldn’t live with out.

But she is dead now. Gone. Ripped from your life and you were on the other side of the fucking galaxy and couldn’t stop it. Every time you reach out in the Force for her, it’s empty.

 "Ezra, go help Hera.” Kanan says.

 Ezra nods, running from the room. Kanan sits on a crate.

 “I know you from somewhere.” He says.

 “Oh?“

 "I…can’t place it.”

 “Lets just say…if the times were different, we would’ve met under more peaceful circumstances.” You say. Then you change subject. “You’re the boy’s master?”

 “I try.” He chuckles. “I…I’m only a padawan myself.”

 Me too, you want to say. Instead: “You seem to be doing a good job. I’ve seen, during the Clone Wars, padawans who didn’t seem to listen at all. The most reckless I’ve ever seen.”

 The mention makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time. You smile at the memory of Anakin not listening to his former master and your current one (at the time), Obi-Wan, Ahsoka ignoring Anakin, and an exasperated Obi-Wan following you as you drop into reckless abandon to go save Ahsoka-

 Ahsoka.

 Your smile fades. Tears well in your eyes and you turn back to your project.

 Kanan changes the subject, sensing your grief. “I don’t know, I kind of got attached to the whole crew so…”

"You seem to be extremely attached to the pilot, Hera.“ You smirk.

"Maybe.”

You know about attachments. You know how if your attachments are ripped away from you, how bad it can feel. How devastating. You don’t tell Kanan that. He just wants to be happy, and even if you’re both just padawans, you don’t have that luxury, so you want him to.

 The crew is in trouble, you sense it.

They’d gone off to buy some ship parts and hadn’t come back yet. Plus, you could hear the fight from uncharted space.

 You grab your saber from a drawer in your quarters, you hand trembling as you do. You quickly shove it into your utility belt, and run out of your shop.

 You don’t bother using a speeder. You just run, half the Force and half you, running at atrocious speeders down the barren streets of Abafar. You run into an alley, Force jumping onto the roof once you’re certain nobody is looking.

 When you see the heart of the fight, you know your attempt at concealing your identity is fucked. In the part of the city the Ghost crew is at, you know there’s still Republic propaganda and Imperial wanted posters all over. You know your face is on them.

 But being a Jedi means being willing to make sacrifices. Since you haven’t done anything but sit in you’re shop and mope for ten years, you tell yourself, you better start now.

 You run and jump among rooftops, finally arriving at the scene. Two Imp gunships enclose the rebels. They’re stuck.

You pull out your blaster, jumping on top of a stormtroopers shoulders and shooting him in the head. You kick another trooper in the face, then shot her. You notice she has a bag of detonators, so you grab one throwing one to Sabine and the other you throw into a gunship.

 Right before the explode, you guide the team an alleyway. The ground rumbles as the plan succeeds.

 “There’ll be more Imps coming, so it better to take a more remote path,” you explain.

 You scan the alley. To your horror, you see a Republic proaganda poster plastered to the wall. You and your master, Obi-Wan, back-to-back, lightsabers activated. The Seps outta watch out!, it says.

 “Oh, shit,” you mutter.

 Recognition and suprise flood the Force behind you. The crew stops walking.

"Padawan (Y/N) (L/N)?“ Kanan asks.

"No!” You growl, turning swiflty on your heel. “I don’t deserve that title anymore. I’ve done nothing for anyone since the Order was shot into oblivion-” you stop. “I’m sorry.”

You turn forward. “We have to go.”

"You’re going to come with us, right?“ Ezra asks.

You sigh. "Look, the Clone Wars took everyone from me. Kanan, you know what how it feels.” Kanan nods. “I -  I can’t jump into another war.”

"We need you’re help, (Y/N).“ Hera says. "The galaxy needs your help.”

You take a deep breath, resigned. “I can join you. But I refuse to go on the front lines. I can be a mechanic, but that’s where the offer ends.”

"Deal,“ Hera smiles. "Welcome to the Rebellion.”

"Don’t you have a Jedi saber?“ Zeb asks.

"Yeah,” you toss the blaster aside, grabbing your lightsaber. “I guess I don’t really need to hide anymore.”

 It’s impossible. She’s not here. She’s dead. She can’t be.

 The crew of the Ghost is calling for you, but you’ve zoned out.

 (Y/N)? She asked through a Force bond that hadn’t been used in years. You hasn’t known it existed.

 And then you’re running. The Force guides you to the right location. You weave through the hammerhead ship, making your way towards the supposedly dead woman.

 Then she was standing there, her lekku and montrals grown, her markings shifted, two different lightsabers at her side. But it was the same Ahsoka Tano.

 You’re in her arms next, her hugging you to her with strong arms.

 “I thought you were dead.” She sobs.

 “I’m so sorry, Ahsoka! If I knew you were alive-”

 She kisses your forehead. “Shh.”

 “I love you, Ahsoka.”

 “I love you, too, (Y/N).”

 Ahsoka was alive, and you loved her more than the galaxy and you were finally safe.