#and now that he's gone Chosen has no one because he never tried to connect to anyone else either

[inksandpensblog]

And there's so many other ways it could go, besides the ones I've hypothesized here. So many factors that would influence the new course taken.

Also things like. Not even what they try to change or not-change, but what actually changes? How much do they alter the course of events before it's deviated so much from what they remember that they're in completely uncharted territory and it can't even be called the same story anymore? What remains constant, no matter how many other things change, and what significance is there in its consistency?

And how do they perceive the changes?

How do they cope with the fact that, no matter what changes, even if it's all the right changes, they'll always know what happened the first time? How do they deal with that, once they've gotten the perfect ending they wanted?

You know those fanfics where one of the characters gets sent back in time to an earlier point in the story and they get a chance to redo it all? I'm imagining that premise with the sticks.

There are so many factors to consider. Who goes back? When do they go back to? How far did their story get before they went back? Is it only one of them? What do they try to change? What do they try to preserve?

Imagine Rocket-era Victim finding himself back at the beginning. He knows better, now. He doesn't waste time throwing things and messing with tools. He goes right to the item library and clones himself again and again and again until the window is filled with his copies. Every copy gets a weapon, the close button is guarded, everyone's settings are raised as high as possible, and in laughably little time the cursor is destroyed. Noogai can do nothing to him now. But then again, this Noogai has barely done anything to him at all. But does that really matter to Victim, in the end?

Imagine Chosen, just after The Showdown, finding himself back on the computer on the fateful day of his escape. He remembers what happened, he goes through the motions until the cursor is pinned under his hand, clicking him free. But this time he doesn't blow up or run amok. This time he simply lands on his feet and stares out through the screen, for a moment. Until the cursor moves, at which point he immediately makes for the broadband icon and tears through it, diving in before he can stop himself. He wanders alone for a time, revisiting sites that once looked familiar, though this is the first time he's really gotten a good look at them when they're not covered in ash, and he doesn't make any friends but he doesn't make any enemies either, and the world is nicer when it isn't filled with screams. Eventually he retires from his aimless sojourn, settling down in a familiar grassy plain, where he spends his days enjoying the gentle breeze and watching the sky change colors and gobbling up sweets from a bakery that doesn't have his face plastered all over its doors and trying to forget the enormity of the absence by his side and never ever thinking about the fact that he's the only one with memories of a person who will never exist.

Imagine Blue, jumping into a nether portal with Yellow as gravity reverses and nether blocks rise, and finding himself in the nether for the first time with Green. This time, he pretends not to notice Purple when they're about to return to the desktop.

Imagine King, dissolving to particles in the cataclysmic beam of the staff, arms still reaching for the already-disintegrated form of Purple, and suddenly finding himself walking home from the playground with a small golden hand in his.

Imagine Purple, elytra discarded, running through a nether portal in despair, only to emerge on the Mac, wearing outdated elytra, with the dragon egg in hand.

So many possibilities.

[aroacemisha]

Having an “I like this less now that some time has passed and the hype died down” moment-

I saw someone criticize how they don’t like that Luz did actually turn out to be a chosen one, the Titan literally did choose to show her the glyphs while hiding them from Philip- Honestly, I’m starting to agree. Sure, she wasn’t chosen by some undefined forces of destiny, but she was literally chosen by the island - the world itself basically.

The “choosing yourself” message would’ve been stronger if the glyphs were always there for anyone to find, and the reason Luz found them is because she chose to take Eda’s advice and pay attention to her surroundings and immerse herself in the environment of the Isles, and she genuinely appreciated it all, whereas it took Philip years to find all the glyphs and he had to be given the last one by Luz because to him they were just a means to an end, he had no affection for or interest in the magic or the world around him - he despised them, actually, he wanted them gone - which is why he never tried to connect with them.

(And the reason other witches and demons didn’t find the glyphs is because most of them don’t need to search for alternatives to typical magic powers, since most of them have the ability to use magic naturally, and if they lose that ability they likely just rely on their staff from then on and assume there are no alternatives. Or maybe some people did come across a glyph or two, but didn’t realize their significance, assuming they were just a cool pattern. This works especially with something like a snowflake)

Luz could’ve still met the Titan in the In-Between Realm, but he could’ve not had the power to choose who gets to find the glyphs and who doesn’t, with who ends up finding them and how long it takes them to do it depending on those people’s own choices, like actively choosing to immerse themselves in the environment and try to connect with it.

The Titan being able to literally choose whether to show the glyphs or not undercuts the idea of “choosing yourself”, because whether you get to find them or not now also depends on whether he likes you or not, because regardless of what choices you’ve made, if he happens not to like you and not feel like showing the glyphs to you, you won’t get to find them. And we know he’s not some purely objective infallible being, he’s a person, and we know for a fact that he has made mistakes and misjudged people, for example imprisoning the Collector.

[kemendin]

Epilogue

Or, I finished my first playthrough of BG3 and had many emotions (still processing) and many thoughts (also still processing), so here are some Kem ramblings on chosen endings and what happens post-game in Dhamari canon. Under cut because major spoilers of course!

So, for anyone curious, here's how things turned out, and these are fairly unsurprising I'd imagine:

Astarion did not ascend. I tried it for kicks, and I hated his ascended self lol. And Dhamari wouldn't have gone for the 'replace one tyrant with another' idea.

Gale did not claim godhood, BUT nor did he actually give the crown to Mystra - it was left in the sea. As Dhamari said, "If Mystra wants it, she can damn well fish it out herself."

Wyll became the Blade of Avernus, and went romping back to the Hells with Karlach. Go be badasses, guys!!

Lae'zel became the new Comet, and went sailing off to be the saviour of her people.

Shadowheart turned her back on Shar and went off to explore Faerûn and her new faith in Selûne (and got custody of the owlbear).

As for Dhamari and Gale... I had to do a lot of pondering on their ending, both in terms of in-game choices and how things ACTUALLY play out in my brain. While I’m very entertained by the idea of ‘Professor Dekarios’ I don’t think Dhamari is cut out for city life. So the short answer is, I went with the ‘I’ll marry you but I won’t live in Waterdeep’ option and they go off adventuring again instead.

The long version is, of course, more complicated:

Initially Dhamari is all 'yes of course I'll marry you and go back to Waterdeep with you' because frankly he's got no idea what to do with himself post-Netherbrain destruction. But that goes kinda not too well overall, for several reasons:

a) He really has no idea what he's getting into with the whole wedding business, because drow don't DO that. So while Gale's making all these plans and sending out multitudes of invitations, Dhamari's list consists of Wyll, who can't come, and Jaheira, who probably could, and he's just very overwhelmed by all the grand ceremony notions.

b) He's jealous of now having to share Gale with Tara and Mrs Dekarios and probably half of Waterdeep, because Gale's of course rather well known, and even more so after saving Baldur's Gate. Gale knows everyone and Dhamari knows no one, and he feels like he's being perceived as this odd little drow blemish on the local wizard celebrity (whether or not this is actually true is up for debate).

c) After the relief of no longer having a brain death sentence and the pressure of saving the world wears off, and he's had a little chill time, he starts feeling incredibly restless again. He's never had a point in his life till now where he wasn't scared or in danger or both - he has no idea how to live a life that doesn't involve fighting to survive. Unfortunately, in absence of obvious threats, he ends up on some mental level fighting Gale instead - lashing out with confusions and uncertainties he doesn't know how to cope with.

So within a month or so things get very tense between them, because Dhamari is rather terrible at communicating his problems to other people, but eventually they're forced to hash all this out. The end results are: a much smaller wedding than originally planned, Gale declining the offer to take a teaching post at Blackstaff Academy, and soon after the wedding they pack up and go adventuring again for a while so they can spend some time together that's ACTUALLY just the two of them.

At some point - dunno yet if it's pre- or post-epilogue reunion get-together - Dhamari visits with Jaheira, and she invites him to join the Harpers. Dhamari's felt a sort of half-conscious connection with the Harpers for a WHILE now, since finding the executed patrol of them in Grymforge (that's a whole other ramble/fic in process lol) and so when Jaheira makes this offer he's like '...huh yeah I could do that'. It gives him a much needed sense of purpose in life, gets him out and about and not quite so latched onto Gale every hour of the day. So when he and Gale take breaks from adventures and chill in Waterdeep for a bit, Gale can be doing his wizardy stuff with his wizardy friends, and Dhamari does whatever Harper business needs doing around the city.

So things aren't always perfect between them, and frankly these two will always find something to argue about because they ARE such different people. But they love each other, and they learn from each other, and as far as they're concerned - it's a happy ending.

Random tidbit - I really like that in the route I chose, Gale retains the mark of the orb. I think that despite what it was - a death sentence - Dhamari's actually rather fond of it aesthetically, and even sees it as a reminder - to both of them - that Gale survived. That Gale chose Dhamari, chose life, and it was the right choice.

[demontonic]

Anakin Skywalker - Old Friends

AOTC Anakin x fem reader

angst & fluff

Word Count: 1648

There he was walking beside Obi-Wan, he was skilled, nice, dedicated, clumsy, quiet, shy when he wasnt in a match. His light hair shimmered in the sunlight coming through the giant windows of the corridor, his tanned honey skin glowing as it always did. His figure was slim, tall, the very definition of lanky but he was fast and agile. The brown robes he wore only complimented his earth toned aura, the bright smile he always had was a sight for sore eyes. You’d known him since you were younglings, immediately taking interest when he first arrived. Over the years of course you’d distanced yourself, Master Windu could be quite strict and he was very cautious when it came to your relationship with the chosen one. Even now as he walked opposite of you in this hallway, your breathing became faint as you tried your hardest to avoid his gaze but-

“Excuse me master- Y/N, I havent spoken to you in ages I-“

“Anakin, well we have been training closely with our respected masters, I can see Obi-Wan has been doing a fine job. I hear nothing but good news for you, I shouldn’t expect anything else from the chosen one should I?” You were formal, something you and Anakin had never been with each other even in front of your masters. Obi-Wan seemed to be put off by your tone, walking a distance away and pretending to fidget with his commlink.

“I suppose so, how have you been since you’ve already heard of our missions.” His voice was quiet, softer than before like he lost the excitement he once held.

“I’m expected to become a knight soon, Master Windu has been testing me with more difficult missions… I hope it pays off.” Your voice trailed off towards the end, it felt wrong to speak to him like this, you’d long closed yourself off from his force connections. This interaction only drove a deeper stake between you two, it broke your heart but it hurt him tenfold. His head dropped, his eyes falling to the tiles beneath his feet.

“I’m sure it will.” With that he walked away, returning to his master’s side without sparring a second glance. You stood there, watching as they disappeared around the corner before the weight of reality fell onto your shoulders. The breath you seemed to be holding was released in a hushed sob, your hand covering your mouth swiftly. Being cold towards the only real friend you had, the only man you’d loved. Nothing could’ve began to fill the void that began to eat away at your very soul. Some nights, before you’d begun your distance, you’d feel each other’s force signatures. Each time either of you reached out it was warm, comfort, safe, because you’d done it a connection was formed. You could feel when he was too stressed, or in trouble, frightened, even sad. That was when you’d reach out, trying to console him. If he was in battle you’d be tense as he fought, too worried about his safety like he couldn’t hold his own. You missed it, yearned for it, but you knew it was for the better, for both of you. Attachments were forbidden and of all people he was the chosen one, he was to bring balance to the force and you wouldn’t live with yourself if he left the order for you.

𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔☽◯☾𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔

A month later you’d been in a match, you tried making peace and taking down the wall you put up. Though it might’ve been useless since you’re sure he had no intention of trying to talk with you after the last interaction. You were getting the upper hand, which is why you couldn’t understand why you felt such rage, and fear. You gone for a strike but you stopped, dropping your saber and falling to the floor. A pain in your arm, so sharp it felt like it’d been cut clean off. You began hyperventilating thinking the padawan you were up against had accidentally severed your arm in the midst of the match. Next thing you knew you were waking up in a meditation room, laying down on the plush floor in the pitch black. At first you thought you were alone but you should’ve known better.

“What was that?” Windu asked sternly, he’d anticipated your answer hoping it wouldn’t be the one he feared. He’d done all that he could do to stop it, Windu had assumed it was long snuffed out.

“What are you speaking of mast-“

“Was it Anakin?”

“The padawan- he must’ve grazed my arm he-“

“You came out unscathed, the padawan on the other hand was a little roughed up. So tell me the truth, has your connection with the chosen one opened again?” You froze, your fingers running over your left arm lightly feeling the soft untouched skin. It was then you’d realized there was no way of getting out of this.

“Master Windu I promise-“

“Anakin and Obi-Wan came in a while after you had that melt down. Anakin happened to return with a missing limb, his left arm to be exact. Luckily he had it replaced with a cybernetic arm and no further damage was retained.” You’d sat up in a panic, breath picking up once more at the news being relayed to you. He’d never been hurt so badly before, he was too good, too quick, how could you let this happen?

“I had no idea that would happen, I’d made sure it was closed off. I’ve been avoiding talking to him, training with him Master you have to believe-“

“I do, Y/N the force works with purpose, it connects all living things which is why we can feel when there is a major loss. I will not tell the council about this because there must be some reason you two are tied so closely.” You finally stood to your feet, too panicked to even try to reach him. You straighten your robes, and grabbed your cloak before looking to your master. He heaved a heavy sigh before nodding, getting into a relaxed position to resume meditating. You on the other hand ran towards the medical ward letting the force guide you to your blonde boy. Coming to a stop your breath slowed, you pulled a curtain back seeing Anakin surrounded by droids adjusting his robotic arm. His body visibly tensed as you stood there just taking in his presence trying to think of something to say.

“Ana-“

“I know you stopped blocking me out… I lnew the second I felt you again. At first I thought maybe it was because you were dreaming about me, but when it never closed off again I knew you did it purposely.” Blue tired eyes bored into your soul, your eyes brimmed with tears at his words. You stepped further into the confined space, closing the curtain behind you before sitting next to him.

“I never wanted to shut you out Ani, master Windu demanded it. After all you being the chosen one, what would we have done if they wanted us out of the order for forming an attachment. When we talked in the corridor that one day I need you to know I felt horrible, I just wanted to ensure our futures as Jedi Knights.” Your voice was faint, it sounded drained and defeated but he just watched you with the softest eyes. He’d known you better than even your master did, Anakin knew you were being entirely truthful.

“Saving the galaxy is meaningless if it means I’d have to live a lifetime without you. Y/N you mean more to me than you could ever know, the day you closed me out you took my heart with you.” His words were true, but you had been set on him falling for senator Amidala. You wanted to swoon, to fall deep into his baby blue eyes and never come up for air. However you are a jealous being, sour at the fact Amidala had been touchy with him. You wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for you tapping into his thoughts every so often when he went on this last mission.

“Why are you thinking about Padame?”

“Why were you thinking about Padame?”

“Are you jealous? Of the senator?”

“I’d thought I was dreaming but I was watching everything happen, in the arena. She was so close to you.” Your cheeks were red, burning with embarrassment and jealousy as you crossed your arms over your chest. Normally you would never admit to feeling this way, especially since your relationship had always been defined as an attachment and nothing more. Truthfully you had no right feeling so territorial over him, but he was your blondie. Padame was nice, personally you had nothing against her, the values she shared were the same as yours. Anakin however is where you drew the line, which she had crossed even if unintentionally.

“So you are jealous, all this time you’ve been the one to stay away from me and now look at you. I don’t want Amidala, she was a target, a job, a mission, nothing more my love.” He stood, the droids returning to their respective stations. Anakin took a few seconds to move his new hand in the way he wanted to. Now he pulled your arms from your chest, holding them gently as he leaned in close.

“Love?”

“My love, you are the only person I could ever want, the only thing in the universe I’d ever ask for. Accept my words for truth darling, feel the honesty in my soul you know I can’t lie to you.” He placed your hands flat against his chest, you felt his heart beat steadily. Most of all you sensed no malice in his force signature, it was the same warm, gentle, comforting feeling, it was home.

Okay this was supposed to be short but i got waaay too into it i mean honestly forbidden love is so awesome i dont CARE! i hope you liked it! heres my masterlist if you wanna check that out!

[may--hawk]

some of these days - chapter 1

mayhawk

Summary:

After the Second Coming’s come and gone, Crowley moves to the South Downs. Aziraphale stays in London. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t come to visit. Or, Aziraphale’s his own angel, now. He just has to learn what that means. Rating: M

I feel so lonely just for you only

After the Second Coming’s come and gone, Crowley tells Aziraphale he’s going to sleep for a month. Maybe longer. And then he goes back to his old flat - Aziraphale can feel him there, not even a mile away from the bookshop - and does exactly that. Aziraphale supposes he doesn’t blame him, after what had happened. Aziraphale’s feeling a bit frazzled himself. He’d be happy if he never had to think about it ever again. Fortunately, there’s a lot of work to be done in the bookshop. Muriel had certainly done an able job in the three years he’d been up in Heaven, but the books have been organized in some strange system Aziraphale doesn’t understand,1 and the statutes have been rearranged to form a tableau representing, he thinks, The Last Supper. Or maybe it’s a fashion show, given the additions from Aziraphale’s centuries-old wardrobe.2 So. Aziraphale has a lot to keep himself busy. And he’s never learned how to sleep, so he reorganizes the bookshop,3 tries to scrub the ichor stains off the walls,4 and waits for Crowley to wake up.

It’s awfully lonely.

The Second Coming had started Christmas Eve and lasted well into Boxing Day. Now, as Aziraphale flutters around his shop, carrying armfuls of books and thinking of Crowley in his dark bedroom, eyes closed in sleep, only in sleep, Aziraphale tells himself, firmly, the humans bustle by in the aftermath of a Christmas they don’t remember. It’s for the best, he thinks. They fill the streets, returning gifts, shopping for parties, going out for drinks with friends and loved ones, and Aziraphale is almost overcome by all of them. He hasn’t been around humans in a long time. Three years, in fact. He’s happy to be back in his bookshop. He’s missed it. Muriel’s gone off to Australia, or maybe Hong Kong, Aziraphale’s really not sure. So Aziraphale’s alone in the shop he’d created all those years ago as a haven. It’s no longer an embassy, of course, but it is still his, still protected.

He waits, and tries not to think about the fact that he’s waiting. Crowley could sleep for a very long time,5 which means that Aziraphale will be here, waiting, alone, on earth, for a very long time. Still. It’s what he’s chosen.

He sees the New Year through alone. It’s strange. For thousands of years he and Crowley, if they were in the same city (or country, or continent) had been ringing it in together. China in 908, Prague in 1407, London, of course, dozens of times. 6 This year, at midnight, Aziraphale raises his single glass of champagne to the air, says, “To the world.” His voice sounds hollow in the empty shop, and he downs it, the glass light in his hand. All around him the humans celebrate with noise and light and kisses7 as they’ve been doing for thousands of years, and a mile away, he feels Crowley wake briefly. A slow swimming rise to consciousness through murky waters. Aziraphale holds his breath, empty champagne flute clutched in his hand. And then he feels Crowley slip back under. Aziraphale sets the flute down, very carefully, so he doesn’t break it, and refills it, and drinks for Crowley, too, because it would be bad luck not to. And then. Well, he can’t go to bed, not really, so he sits up in the bookshop, listens to the humans all around him, momentarily connected in their joy of making it through another year.

When Crowley wakes up again, two weeks later, Aziraphale knows. He can feel it tugging at the edges of his essence. No, it’s going straight through him, like oil dropped in water. On the human level, he can feel it in his chest, a tight, hot thing. He stops in the middle of rearranging the cooking books,8 holding Cabbage the Athenian Way in one hand. Once he determines Crowley’s not going back to sleep, he reshelves the book, walks back to his desk, and sits himself down. He waits until a decorous amount of time passes,9 and then he calls Crowley.

Crowley picks up on the second ring. Strange; he’s never had to wait that long before.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale says, and he’s very proud of how calm his voice is. “Would you like to have lunch?”

“Bit-” Crowley’s voice catches, raspy, like he’s been asleep for weeks. He clears his throat. “Bit late for lunch, isn’t it?”

“Drinks, perhaps, and then dinner?”

“Alright,” Crowley says.

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[i3utterflyeffect]

He's just having so much trouble comprehending how he could possibly be that person. Barely even registers the yelling or getting dragged. To make things worse maybe he has already started having dreams, but just hadn't made the connection yet. Just so horrified and distressed at this knowledge.

Chosen blames themself for getting him in trouble. If they hadn't gone in so recklessly, they wouldn't have been caught and Alan wouldn't be suffering right now. But now victim knows because of reading it in their memories. And Alan is the one who has to pay for that.

i could definitely see him just shutting down, esp if Victim opened up to him about Alan. The thought that he could ever be someone who tortured someone who had just come to life... who probably laughed when Victim tried to fight back...

and yeah, Chosen would feel HORRIBLE. They thought they were fixing things; the CG was absolutely desperate and terrified that they'd never see Alan again! And clearly Nightshade was kind of stressed over not remembering! But it's just... gotten so much worse. Especially if Chosen got captured! the CG doesn't have chosen OR alan now...

[n0t-1nt3r3st1ng]

Wednesday AU but with Wednesday as The Vulture because I can't believe no one has brought it up yet.

Wednesday Addams stands on the catacombs beneath her ancestral home and gazes upon the latest upgrades she has made to her creation.

The Exo-Suit was now a metallic body armor, outfitted with a pair of talons and retractable wings, a detachable steel harness that allows her to fly. She examines the new turbines and drums her fingertips over the feather-like edges of its wings.

Wednesday takes a look around and takes in the catacomb's sinister charm. She takes a deep breath and her lungs fill with an otherworldly chill that clings to the marrow of her very being. The scent of decay, a mélange of rot and decayed memories, hangs heavy in the air, assaulting the senses and invoking a somber melancholy. Each breath draws forth a taste of mortality, mingling with the dampness of the soil, reminding all who dare enter of the ephemeral nature of existence.

In this forgotten realm, beneath the pallid moonlight's feeble glow, where shadows dance in macabre delight lay the remains of the Addams family. Carcasses of ancient tombs line the path, their weathered stones bearing faded epitaphs of lives extinguished long ago. Gone but not forgotten. Ghostly phantoms seem to linger in the dimness, their ethereal forms emerging from the sepulchers, trapped between the realms of the living and the dead.

While the more modern members of the family rested in the cemetery near the house, the Addams clan has the tradition every ten years of gathering to dig up their oldest deceased and transport them for safekeeping. A tradition started after a group of puritan barbarians had desecrated the remains of Gomez great-great-grandparents and severed their connection to the mortal realm. And while they paid for their offence, the fear that such travesty may happen again was never forgotten.

It's in this sacred place where she has chosen to store her project. Of course, she only did so after receiving the blessing of every ghost and spirit who inhabited these sacred grounds and her parents. So, in an unused corner of the cavern, laid a modern set of lights, power tools and whatever else she might need. There's also a small working table where Pugsley works on a few projects of his own.

Wednesday smiles to herself as she remembers how it all started. The Battle of New York, the media called it. Aliens invading New York, like out of an Orson Wells novel. Of course the entire family had rushed to see the aftermath. Wednesday had been interested in witnessing such an event, even willing to endure the almost eight hours confined in the family's car with her parents' brand of affection.

While her family strolled around and took pictures of the devastation, Wednesday tried to see if any alien remains were left. She had brought her special autopsy kit with her. Sadly all corpses had been removed by the time they had gotten there.

But the trip proved not to be a complete waste of time. While a few government agents tried to remove her family from the site, she had managed to sneak to where the remains of the vehicles used by the invaders were being stored.

She witnessed the workers tossing strange glowing devices of what could only be power sources laying in a pile without guards. She simply had to have it, if only one.

While she waited for an opening she managed to hear the foreman instructing the workers on how to dismantle the ships. She listened to his explanations with an almost religious fervor. The list of things she craved grew the more he spoke.

Eventually a government agency had descended upon the workers like crows on a corpse, minus the natural elegance the birds possessed. What was said and by whom Wednesday didn't know or cared, all it mattered was that she was able to get her hands on a few items she had set her sights on.

Returning to his family was a more challenging task than she had anticipated but this too she managed to achieve. Her family praised her for obtaining such interesting souvenirs but she didn't listen to them. Wednesday's attention was solely dedicated to the items.

She practically ran to her laboratory once the car reached House, who struggled to open the doors in time for her. Wednesday devoted herself to learning as much as she could to the point she sometimes had to remember her writing hour. She had finally found a challenge hard enough to motivate her.

She, who had learned to revive the dead for a highschool project. She, who had bested some of the finest fencers in the world before the age of fifteen. She who had mastered every instrument in the mansion, who could speak every language all the other Addams could.

And there was the problem. She was a highly capable young woman who could, and would, accomplish whatever goal she set for herself. In short, she was bored.

But this? The prospect of the unknown was too tempting to ignore. To learn more, to do more.

Eventually she reached a limit. Whatever it was due to her limited resources or her lack of more specialized information, she hit a wall on her research.

That's where her family came in.

Uncle Fester was all too happy to look where the rest of the technology had been stored. Even Pugsley, after certain 'encouragement' from her part, had tried to look on the Internet.

The answer to her questions came not from them but from Grandmama who was able to pinpoint the location using a simple tracking spell with a quartz, a map and a bit of the energy from the alien device.

The family was all too happy to help her steal from the vaults where the devices were stored. It was quite a bonding exercise for them and one Wednesday enjoyed immensely, even if she'd never admit it out loud. But as successful as they were, their glee was cut short when they realized their loot wasn't as varied as they expected. The government had the foresight not to store everything in one place. All the family had were the energy sources and a few scraps of the ship.

Information gathering became Wednesday's new obsession to the point she broke her golden rule. She learned about computers. She learned how to program on a computer with the same intensity she gave everything else in her life. Had her thirst for knowledge not been so intoxicating she'd have been ashamed of herself. But she had to know.

It soon became clear those in power wanted the elements as separated as possibly. Being the government, there were bound to have plenty of mistakes and slip ups. Soon it became common for news of extravied technology in the hands of those who didn't know or appreciate what they had. Wednesday trembled with fury every time she learned of this. For those people to own those pieces was like tossing pearls to the pigs.

Her indignation gave birth to an idea. If Grandmama was able to track the energy signatures, why not track the missing pieces for herself?

The idea came with its challenges but she was nothing if not resourceful. Eventually she decided for a propulsion wingsuit design which she'd adapt to her needs. There was something about flying alone under the pale moonlight that was simply irresistible to her. First attempts were unsuccessful, much to her chagrin, but she was determined to succeed. No matter how many times she'd have to kick Pugsley off the roof of House.

Progress was slow but constant. Eventually she managed to create a working suit, a bit simpler than she'd prefer but it was good enough for its purpose. The suit went through several more versions until it became impossible to keep it in her lab. After careful consideration, she decided to request permission to use the catacombs and the cave system beneath the house for a discreet entrance and exit. Sometimes, when there was nothing more to do, Wednesday suited up and flew under the moon with the spirits of her relatives by her side.

Thus, Wednesday Addams developed a new routine. In the morning she'd attend the Normie school like any other teenager, in the evenings she'd work and upgrade her project. She'd still dedicate one hour of her time for writing at night and would also make time to socialize with her family during her breaks. Her weekends would be spent chasing after the pieces or clues for new vaults. Rinse and repeat.

Progress was, again, slow but constant. Until it wasn't. It soon became clear Wednesday had mined every useful bit in the state of New Jersey. It was time to move to a different hunting ground. To leave the nest, so to speak.

She wasn't ready to move to the big times, this she knew very well. Try as she might, Iron Man's armor was leagues above her. For now. She needed somewhere an Outcast wouldn't stand out. Somewhere between her town and a large city and enough traces of technology to make it worth her time.

The answer came to her as a consequence of her actions. Avenging Pugsley from those who thought could hurt her brother with no retaliation. She proved them wrong and in doing so it led to her parents to transfer her to a new school. In a different state, to a booming city, one where Outcasts weren't just accepted but needed. One where Grandmama's spell confirmed the presence of multiple energies.

Jericho City.

Yes, it would serve her purposes well enough.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Hi hi, I'm the anon who wanna request for a Alpha!Neteyam x Beta!F!Reader with modern au (be it s series or one-shot is alright). You're not wrong that it has all technology btw, and here's the twist... arranged marriage plot with mafia background. Here's the things...:

Set in like a mafia background, each clan handle different matters, but all of them are united when it comes to fighting the war of sky people. The Omatikaya along with the Metkayina are like very top, for Lo'ak has mated with Tsireya, and Kiri is mated with Ao'nung. Spider chose to be with the scientists and has been Tsu'tey and Trudy's adopted son since. Max and Norm were all the Sully kids and Spider's godfathers.

Thanks to the technology invented along with the scientists, the Na'vi were able to fight against the RDA for a long time.

Given that the war is repeating, nonstop, someone has to gatekeeps their home. A family of each clan, was chosen to guard and restore the destroyed home, should Eywa guides them. At this point, the war stops long ago since years the Na'vi sign a peace alliance with Earth (the RDA has went into hiding...)

And here enters the plot.

Reader is the beta of a family gatekeeps the old town of the Omatikaya for years, and that their family are all betas and of very rare cases of Alpha and Omega.

Reader's mother is an domineering alpha and matriarch of their family while father the second-in-command beta, as well as a alpha brother and beta sister, all of the family stick togethet as gatekeepers, for so, even though no one seen the family except Mo'at, Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey along with a few clan members (to pay respect to the spirit and their loved ones who are died), the family are very well-respected, as they're the only family that never asks to be reunite with the clan once, and has been restoring the clan to its old beauty.

However, this all changes one day, when the scientists received alarm that there's a monster approaching the tower (where all the clan's leader and elders gathers to meet with uprising matters), Jake alarms Neteyam and the others to take things in hands and they all immediately dive into the forest.

While they're searching for the so-called monsters, Neteyam was alerted with the scent of a beta. It wasn't particularly that strong like omega, nonetheless, it hooks him on before he realised that it must be his mate.

And his heart ache immediately when he saw the monster that he's been fighting, crumbles to its pain and slowly shifted in its Na'vi form, and he immediately went rage on in his beast form when he spots the scars on her entirety and the clothes that inked with the logo he hates it most of all - RDA.

Neteyam literally has to forces himself to calm down before he carried his mate on his back, and called for the search teams to return to the tower with him. When he arrived in front of his family, Neytiri and Jake immediately recognizes reader and that when they touches reader connects with her memories, they're shocked as it shows them that reader's family were all slaughtered and that RDA keeps reader alive to do false experiments, she barely escapes with her beast supporting her...

Neteyam the learned from Mo'at reader has been his fiancee and the reason why they hadn't met each so far, it's because reader wants to break off their bond and keeps on gatekeeps with her family, just as her brother and sister who'd break off their bond with of their destined mate in the pasts. To say he's upset is definitely, but he in the end, respect it as there's no one who'd done it and it's admiring.

But now that reader's family are all gone, Neteyam is the only one reader has, that she knows she could trust without needs of proof. And so... this is about Neteyam who tries all his best to be with reader as he teaches her how to love again, and to believe someone...

(If possible, this could be fluff and angst with endearing smuts. It's about reader who shuts off her heart after the death of her family and that an alpha who teaches her all about trust, love and support. You no need to follow of all things I write above. Bye!)

(And sorry, if my English grammar is bad😓)

Hi Angel! First of all your English is great, I totally understood you so no need to worry about that.

I've read through this several times and I've been doing some thinking about it and I honestly think you should write this. That's probably not the response you are expecting and I'm sorry if that is disappointing but hear me out.

This is such a beautifully interesting and detailed outline for a story. There are so many layers and interesting character dynamics you have created and planned out. There is so much that could be packed in there that it would be an amazing series, one that I would happily read. I can tell that you have an amazing vision for this story so much so that I know anything I would create would be a mere rip off of the real deal. I know you said I don't have to follow all the details but honestly babe you deserve to see your beautiful and creative vision realized to its full potential. I think the only way that can happen is if you write it because I don't have access to that wonderful vision the way you do.

I don't know if you have written fiction much before but I'm telling you, I can already tell you have the makings of a great writer. If you can make up a story so intricate and wonderful like this with such fantastic detail then you have the imagination of a story writer. Grammar, vocabulary, rhythm, and all those other skills just come with time. Honestly, even writing in your native language would be worth it (I would seriously google translate your work just to read it). Writting, especially fanfiction, is all about having fun so if you want to see this amazing story come to life, you should be the one that makes that happen. Only you can do it justice and I would feel completely inadequate to execute such a wonderful story board like this.

When I first started writing Ma Neteyam is was in the middle of the night when I was frustrated because I couldn't find any stories specifically like it before. I had an idea in my head of a story I would love to read but I couldn't find anything similar so I finally just decided to write it myself. It was seriously just supposed to be a guilty pleasure thing for me to write and show no one else. Eventually, my boyfriend convinced me to post it. I thought no one would really like it but I gave it a shot anyway. Now, I've had the most amazing time sharing a story that I have been so passionate about.

My point is, when you have true vision of a story you are passionate about like this, you shouldn't be afraid to take it into your own hands.

Please understand I am of course always open for requests but I'm only suggesting you write it instead because I can tell that you are the true author of this story. If you do end up writing it I would love to read it. If you post it, please tag me! Even if you don't want to post it you can always feel free to just send it to me. And if you aren't comfortable with either of those options and would rather keep your story to yourself, that is completely accpetable too. Fanfiction is about having fun, after all!

I hope you understand where I am coming from and know that I have so much love and respect for you. Thank you for sharing your amazing idea with me!

I hope you have the most fantastic day or night wherever you are! <3

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

good evening my love, my brain decided to make up for 0 thoughts yesterday by having 1 million today. im gonna narrow it down to 2 for now though fjsjjfjs

1. Song on repeat is a new one, "backyard boy" by Claire Rosinkranz. VERYYY catchy and repeatable. also it's so funny to me bc i actually saw her live bc she opened for Alec Benjamin, and I had no idea who she was and had never heard the song before but!! she had amazing energy on stage and I wish the crowd had been more receptive to it fksksjdj but yeah now I hear the song often on random playlists and I'm glad bc its a bop

2. is a much longer thought fjjsjx. now we all know I'm a Queen Kristina apologist so i was having Thoughts. and theyre more of "these are fascinating scenarios to think about" thoughts than any kind of "I think this actually happened thoughts" but like. I was thinking about how the video scandal was handled and I remembered that one of the things she says about not taking action against August has to do with Wille's denial and how it would seem contradictory. which makes me think she learned it was August AFTER Wille denied his involvement, so I wonder if she actually would have done something if she had known it was August before Wille's interview.

connected thought is that while the crown wasn't doing anything about it, we never actually hear Kristina tell Wille to keep this information from Simon. so like... not telling him that it was August who did it was Wille's choice. but again I'm thinking like... what if Kristina expected Wille to tell Simon, so that Simon could take it to the police and then SOMETHING would have been done without the crown being involved. like Wille assumes that the royal court would have had August's back the whole time but doesn't that fall into the whole "if we get involved then it contradicts your denial" thing? August hadn't been chosen as the spare at that point, so aside from him being a distant relative the crown would have had no actual reason to protect him if Simon had gone to the police.

anyway. I spent half of my lunch break typing this up bc its rotating in my head at rapid speeds so i should probably eat something now. I love you have a good night mwah

Hi love!

So thought one: I love that song! And I love Alex Benjamin too lol.

Thought two: we know that Kristina knew for “a few days” before Wilhelm’s denial but that’s it. We don’t know anything she tried to do in those days. And we know that she didn’t reach out to August. Because August spend the first half of season 2 scared out of his goddamn mind about it. She also does tell Wille to “stay away from Simon” for the time being. We know that she told Wille off-screen that he “could never see [Simon] again” because Wilhelm brings that up in a conversation.

But yeah. We don’t know much about her thought process. And season two did show us much more of her maternal side. Anything is possible. She straight up tells August she doesn’t like him and will be by Wille’s side even if August is the backup. She says that to his face.

Yeah idk.

[silvesi]

OK SOD IT HoT OC RANT. I think I'm gonna have to readmore this but well, at least I'll finally have it all down somewhere then.

Fedsy is very disconnected from the dream. So that stuff in LwS2 with the pale tree and the shadow of the dragon. That's HIS problem. He saw it in his dream before he awoke, assumed it was to do with Zhaitan, proceeded to lose most of his connection (yadayada dream vampirism nightmare court stuff you guys can learn how this happened later. Maybe) before Zhaitan was killed and then assumed it was over since, well, he helped with that?

Lo and behold the pale tree wants to speak to him at the end of LWs2 and he's like yeah, yeah, sure, I think you want Larry actua- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT.

Anyway. That shakes him up a bit. Figures OK. I mean. I guess I'd have gone to Maguuma anyway.

Larry, still being the pact commander, flat out REFUSES to stay behind to search for this egg because he views his presence in the pact and as a commander as being pretty damn important and he won't just abandon that many people - so asks Fedsy to deal with that. I mean. It's nothing worse than he's done before, it won't be a huge issue, right? RIGHT? He flies out on the priory airship because he thinks it's stupid having so many important pact leaders on one ship and also they are his friends. Obviously, those lot end up crashing in Auric Basin.

So Fedsy has to deal with this damn dragon. Again. Is in no way going to forgive Caithe for this ever.

Unfortunately rumors of you having Literally Killed An Entire Dragon Minion By Yourself spread, and due to some of his actions in a few battles against Zhaitan being rather influential (I will not go into that now) it's kind of just... hey. YOU. OK. YOU WERE LARRYS APPRENTICE, RIGHT? YOU KILLED A DRAGON? HELP.

He's like oh, shit. Thrown into all THAT. doesn't even manage to find Larry until after the stuff in Auric Basin with Faolain, by at which point this damned egg has already chosen him, he's like.

Larry. LARRY. I think I'm a FATHER. ALSO I killed a DRAGON and

Larry is lying there fighting with an entire jungle dragon in his mind and hearing all this just thinking by the tree, I am never leaving you alone again, what is happening, what is, I'm going to KILL CAITHE. Wait, I'm a grandfather?

So yeah.

Thats that.

Larry goes a little tweensy bit insane in the final fight and tries to kick everyones ass. Literally snaps Feds arm. boy.

If you read this far, HI. GRABS YOU AND SHAKES YOU.

Oh yeah and Fedsy kills some pact soldiers somewhere in all this.

They saw him go batshit insane on some creature or something and he was like wow! I'm supposed to be leading half of this damn pact right now! Best, um, best MURDER THEM. That way people will still trust me because they won't spread shit! That's more important now, right? Greater good? OK.

That's how he justifies it after this spur of the moment impulse, anyway. He was having a little bit of a moment. Does that sometimes! This is why Larry should continue to act as the face of the commander.

[skydalous]

I know everyone has a problem with the Sequels of Star Wars.

I did not watch it when the movies were released because I was not a Star Wars fan back then. I watched it now after all the hype has gone and Disney is leading the canon to another part, going back to the post-original trilogy era.

And I am mad as everyone with the way the movies went.

They had a ton of good concepts of characters and also a lot of money. Then why did it go so bad? Why did it fail terribly?

First of all, it is NOT Rey's fault. At least, not alone. Because they wrote every other character far away from the way they presented them, to the point it was not development what they were passing through, but a total change of personality that in the end did not make any sense to whom was watching.

Star Wars is not a complete saga in the movies. They are more like a collection of key scenes that are important to the overall story. That is why people love the movies alone but the people who love the lore go after any other type of media that talks about Star Wars (especially the books because they expand the canon greatly).

It is not a bad aspect. Every media has its challenges and the movies can't be that long or they would bore the medium watcher, and no producer wants their product to not sell.

But when it comes to the Sequels, instead of putting the essentials on the screen to the watcher, they instead put a lot of scenes for the nostalgic effect only — even if they did not connect with anything more. An example: why does Han appear suddenly in the Millennium Falcon at the same time Rey and Finn are there? I can't give you a good reason. I can to why he agreed to help Luke and Obi-Wan even though he did not have to though.

Another thing the sequels missed: they never explained to us what was so terrible that Luke had to go and kill Ben before he did whatever was prophesied. I always hear people say that Luke would never kill because he was the person who believed that Darth Vader still had good in him. Well... Luke saw good in Vader, but he tried to kill him anyway. People seem to forget they fought before the whole "I am a Jedi just like my father before me" scene. Luke only considered killing Kylo, he never did it.

So as presented before, key moments of the trilogy were left up to the imagination of the telespector, they were never explained or approached in the movies. That is why the overall story is not that good, only a wrap-up of nostalgic moments in the saga with only one or another interesting and refreshing scene.

I always wondered why they did it. I have no answer honestly. Maybe they thought the Star Wars fans would buy the "MCU formula" and it would make the movies popular. Or maybe there was something inside happening that we as public will never known.

However after saying my opinions about the movie I have to reach the moment where I can give a solution to what happened. One thing that would make all this messy storyline makes more sense.

Instead of not showing how Kylo went to the dark side at all, they had chosen to show how Kylo and Rey meeting and teaming up would destroy the balance of the Force. This would help solve two problems: first of all, why did Luke "betrayed" his own character (though he never did, his turn was only poorly made that is all) and second, it would explain why he was unwilling to help Rey when she came up looking for him. Or better, it would explain why he had hidden from everyone in the first place.

I only wish they had done the Sequels better :(

[ofengineers]

Mid doesn't even know how much time she has been standing, looking at Bahamut until he fully disappears from her sight while she's crying silently. She doesn't want the others to see, of course. She's supposed to smile all the time, to be that ray of sunshine for everyone at the Hideaway. She wants to be optimistic, more than anything else. She wants to believe the three of them will come back, safe and sound.

She doesn't know much of Dion. He remained in his little corner, very discreet, during all of his time here. But he's an ally, a friend. When he came back to join forces with them, he really proved his loyalty. Mid regrets not learning more about him. Maybe he wouldn't have let her, but maybe she should have tried.

Clive. Clive, he's the big brother she never had. From the moment he chose to honor Cid's legacy and took his name, Mid knew they would be linked forever. She wasn't ready when she lost her father, and she's not ready to lose Clive now. He deserves the best. And Jill... Jill also deserves the best. These two should be happy together. Clive has become such an inspiration to everyone at the Hideaway. He needs to come back so he can live this life of freedom he wants to give everyone. He also brought Joshua to her.

Joshua... If there's one thing she didn't see coming at all, it surely is him. All of him. From his first "my Lady" and his failed attempt to kiss her hand to the way he just hugged her so close to him, in his strong, comforting arms and whispered "I love you" in her ear as some kind of promise, with his soft voice, a voice she could never get tired of. He just left, and it already feels so long. Too long. She can't lose him. She just can't; she won't manage. It scares her how aware she is of that fact.

Now that she can't see Bahamut anymore, she looks at Jill: she's with Gav. Good. The truth is that Mid isn't sure she could have offered her friend the support she needs right now. Instead, she ignores everyone and runs to her room where she can finally let these tears run on her cheeks. She jumps on her bed and presses her face against her pillow.

Her pillow that smells like him because he stayed in her room so late last night. If he never comes back... How much time his smell will remain ? Maybe she'll just never use that pillow again to make sure she doesn't have to wash it, to keep him there in some ways. She knew the trouble she was getting herself into. She knew how delicate it would be from the moment they got closer. Joshua is sick, suffering from the curse and even more with Ultima trapped inside his chest. She saw Cid going through something similar. She remembers it only too well.

But it has been stronger than everything around her, around them. They could have ignored their growing feelings and remained friends until they were sure it was safe. But no. They couldn't waste it because that connection just couldn't be ignored. She didn't want to wonder forever how it would have been to embrace these feelings. And maybe it was silly, but giving her heart to him has felt like a way to give him strength.

She doesn't care if he is the Dominant of the Phoenix. To her, he's Joshua Rosfield. The man who has gone through so much but has still chosen kindness every time. The man who sacrificed so much and deserved to finally live a life of peace and happiness. The man who makes her smile and laugh like no other ever could. The only one she could truly open herself to without fearing of being judged. The only one who could make her feel stronger, unstoppable. The only one whose words, arms and kisses could calm her storms. She needs him forever. Her soul loves his.

it's even stronger than everything she thought love could be. Maybe she never even truly loved at all before; she just thought she did. Their meaningful conversations. Their playful banters. Their moments in her workshop when he was maybe slowing her down but it didn't matter because he was at her side. That room only for the two of them in the Hideaway, where she could listen to him play piano for hours. All these kisses, the soft ones and the passionate ones. The way their arms fit perfectly around each other. This deep connection can't exist more than once in a lifetime.

If Joshua doesn't come back from this final battle, he will haunt her forever.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

(reposting bc I fucked up formatting. Set in the same sire!Ranboo with fledgling!Techno AU I wrote here.)

The nest isn't very warm.

And Ranboo is freaking out because he doesn't know what to do about it. Turn on the heaters, obviously. But the buttons are all fiddly and Ranboo doesn't know how to connect the plug because Wilbur always keeps pulling it out again since he's scared one of the younger ones will give themself a burn messing with them and Ranboo should be figuring it out but he can't, he can't concentrate when his fledgling is shivering like that, curled up into a tight ball and making a low whining noise.

He's hurt, Ranboo's mind unhelpfully provides. As if it's not clear by the misery coming off the fledgling in waves, hitting right into the sensitive epicenter of Ranboo's brain that has been activated since he became a sire barely two hours ago.

Phil always said it could be a rather intense experience. He never warned Ranboo about this.

"I'm working on it, really, just... hold on, okay?" He doesn't think his words are reassuring to the fledgling. The man hasn't really been reacting to them at all. He's in no state to speak, he hasn't even been able to tell Ranboo his name.

Probably because Ranboo is a horrible sire who can't even succeed in the most basic task of giving his fledgling a safe nest.

How can he already be screwing things up this badly?

He gives up on the heaters then, partly because he doesn't want to wait a minute longer and partly because he knows the others will be back soon and they can just get them working. Ranboo can't waste anymore time.

His fledgling needs to be held. Ranboo needs to be a good sire.

"Come here," Ranboo tells him, rearranging pillows nervously.

The fledgling doesn't move.

Ranboo let his thrall die down a while ago, too young to keep it up that long. His fledgling hadn't tried to run away again and he had chosen to interpret that as a positive sign. But now he was refusing to get up from his spot on the floor.

"Look, it's- It's exactly as it should be, right?" Ranboo gestures at the bed. He almost sounds like he's questioning himself. As if this isn't the exact nest he'd spent consecutive weeks in when he was first turning. "It's very comfy and soft and I'm sure we can get it warmed up in no time. You'll feel better."

Still nothing.

Something settles deep in Ranboo's gut. It's unpleasant and painful, and he knows it's probably bad. But it eats at some uncertain part of him that clouds his mind. He's angry. Angry that his fledgling isn't listening.

Angry that he would deny Ranboo's care. Can't he see that Ranboo is trying to help?

But it's gone as soon as it pops up and Ranboo feels terrible because of course, of course this fledgling would not recognize a nest when he was kept in a cell. of course, Ranboo will have to show him.

The man flinches a little when Ranboo grabs his wrist. He tries to grab high enough that his fingers don't press into any bruises or scars.

"You need to rest."

The fledgling struggle against him. Ranboo shakes his head, patient. He's a lot stronger than his fledgling, especially in his current state, so it's not too hard to drag him over to where they need to be.

Just as Ranboo thought, his precious one does not know what's good for him.

When they're both in the nest, the struggling dies down quick enough. As if a flip has been switched in his brain. The man's pupils dilate again, not unlike what happened during thrall. But it's a different kind of instinct he's lost in now. His chest rises and falls rapidly with unneeded pseudo-breathes.

Ranboo holds his fledgling close to his chest, threading fingers into long pink hair gently and pretending he can’t feel the way he shivers at his touch. The fear inside his fledgling spikes, feeding through the bond until it has Ranboo cringing.

But he ignores it.

Soon this will be easier. Ranboo knows it will be.

[gffa]

The entire run of this comic up to this point has been exactly like this--Vader trying to find Padme’s body while the people of Naboo still loyal to Padme try to stop him, where Anakin is coming face to face with a past in both the current time and in his own red-tinged memories, his brutal coldness at refusing to engage with them as Anakin Skywalker, his brutal murder of anyone who steps in his way, that the most he offers Sabe is a willingness to let her go if she leaves now, to leave her in the dirt next to Padme’s tomb. The way the comic uses Vader’s memories, the sweet moments from The Phantom Menace and occasionally Attack of the Clones, the way the red seems to swing back and forth between painfully haunting to something almost sweetly warm and then back to ruthlessly cutting into Vader, to catch up to the current vision--that everything up to this point in red has been a memory, something to parallel the current timeline but never quite touching it, always still separate, but then it’s crashing right into the current time. Vader’s perspective is no longer just softer moments from the movies, it’s no longer sweet memories of Padme (contrasted against the cruel things he’s doing to those very people in the current time, but sweet memories all the same), but the red-tinted perspective of what he’s done now.  The Amidalans that he’s cut down now are shown in the same filter that has shown all those memories.  The people and creatures and things of Naboo that he has cut down in his path towards Padme’s grave, that everything that was a reminder of her and this planet she came from, that has stood in his way, has been cut down. And you can’t deny that Anakin and Vader are the same person, that what drives Vader is what drove Anakin.  That his memories aren’t of a separate person, no matter how hard Vader is trying to kill off that part of himself that is in horrific pain. The way he looks over them, their pained groans because they feel they’ve failed Padme, they’re sorry because they couldn’t do more for her name, contrasted against everything he’s done for Padme that isn’t really about what she wanted at all, then crashing the two perspectives, Anakin’s memories and Vader’s current point of view, it’s just an absolute explosion of tension leading up to what is always one of the most central themes of connection between the OT and the PT:  Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker. None of this feels accidental, right up to Vader’s final memory before it turns into his current perspective:

“I made this for you, so you’d remember me.” Fucking woof. What a note to deliver it home with. Little Anakin Skywalker wanted to be remembered. Big Anakin Skywalker is murdering everything that ever could possibly remember him. This is the story of Darth Vader between ROTS and ANH, it was the same with the 2017 comic, where every single story in that comic was about Vader trying to murder the people who remembered him, the people who represented paths he could have chosen instead of this one, trying to murder the core of himself when he couldn’t bring Padme back.  It was about him violently rejecting the knowledge that Obi-Wan would have accepted him back, if he’d gone to him. This is the story of Vader and Ahsoka’s confrontation in Rebels, where he can’t tolerate her living because she remembers him as he used to be.  Even when she was willing to accept him again, said she wouldn’t leave him, not this time, he was still going to kill her because he just could not tolerate it. He could not tolerate being remembered as he was versus what he had done and who he was now. But he can’t ever really kill that part of himself.  He can’t separate the two out, no matter how much he tries or the narrative sets up the two as different.  Those perspectives eventually will crash into each other and merge into one, because Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker. Even if he murders everyone who ever remembered him, he will still always remember Anakin Skywalker.

[shititbe]

Anyway, Peter Parker is Bi, and I Won’t Be Convinced Otherwise.

Firstly, we have to get our bases covered. What exactly is Bi-sexuality? What is sexuality? 

Sexuality is defined as a persons identity in relation to gender(s) they are attracted to. Why is this important? Peter’s sexuality has never been specifically stated in the comics, nor in any other form of media. It’s assumed that he is straight because of his popular relationship with Mary Jane Watson in the comics, and the movies. 

Now that we have a bases for what exactly sexuality is and how it’s defined, let’s go over Peter’s partners. 

Obviously Peter and Mary Jane are a piece of comic book history. They eventually get married, though sadly, during the events of Civil War II (I think, don’t quote me) Peter and Mary Jane sell their marriage to Mephisto in order to save Aunt May

They later had their memories of their marriage restored, they have yet to get back together and it’s been a few issues if I remember correctly. Next we have Peter’s first, and most unfortunate love, Gwen Stacy. 

They dated in high school where she later died. Of course, Peter has dated other people (namely, Black Cat, Betty Brant, Carol Danvers, Anna Maria, Cindy Moon, Lian Tang, and so on). Since we have his known history of heterosexuality out there, we need to move onto another important part of Peter’s Bi-sexuality. An important implication in any media, especially queer media though, and that is the homoerotic subtext. 

Homoerotic subtext is important part of queer culture, a lot of the time it’s used to portray a characters queerness without saying it out (see: Dorian Gray by Oscar Wild or Great Gatsby By Fitz). In current decade, homoerotic subtext is often used for queer baiting or creating more realistic male friendships. 

So what’s the difference between someone creating a health male friendship (or a character comfortable in their heterosexuality) and implying a character is queer? 

Here are some examples of a healthy male character, both with himself and his friendships.  

Clearly he’s just taking the shit, and messing around with Reed. He’s comfortable enough (or as I like to see it, so traumatized because good god this guy has been Spider-Man since he was 15 good god that’s awful. He probably doesn’t care anymore). Here are some examples of Peter a little more than just a straight man shooting the shit. 

This has three meanings. Two of which I will take, one of which is just deeply embarrassing. Despite Peter’s history with humiliating events, I don’t think he would get his own spunk in his eyes. Leaving the other two options, he has experience getting spunk of - some kind - in his eyes, and/or he’s taking the shit again. Which is very likely. 

Kissing a cop? For....no reason? A little not so hetero of you Peter. 

You can practically hear his disappointment in his voice. Also could be read as taking the shit, but why would you. 

Making out with The Thing? Gay. 

This one is the most important. Peter is clearly tired, annoyed by his teammates (see wolverine being wolverine in the corner). Shits on fire, its mid battle, and Peter has the audacity to mutter “I hate men” to himself. The only people I have every heard say this in that was are lgbt and straight women, and lgbt men. This kind of expression only comes from people who date, or deal with men in a completely different world than straight men. Straight men use this phrase as an endearment, “Oh have you seen Bill today, I hate that guy.” “Man Jerry can do so many push-ups, I hate that guy.” Very different language, and implications (I also, obviously don’t know how straight men speak). 

 Now that we’ve gone over our bases, and homoerotic subtext. How else could we gather that Peter Parker is Bi? There are many tropes in media - queer media - that allure to a characters queerness. Like homoerotic subtext, there are ways to tell an audience something without specifically saying it. 

This is a gay wedding Peter went to in the recent comics. I don’t know if any of you have been to a gay wedding recently, but Peters face (the first panel above the wedding) is the same exact face I made at my first gay wedding. It’s the face of excitement for not only the couple, but for yourself. The hope that maybe, you too can actually be in a same-sex relationship. 

I’m also going to allure to queer tropes as stated previously. Such as the real, and fictional trope of lgbt people sticking together. Thousands of years of belittlement and oppression will make groups of people not want to wonder out, and subconsciously look for others like them. 

Johnny Storm (and Wade Wilson since he comes in later but I couldn’t find a picture of the confirmation) is cannon Bi-sexual (Pan-sexual). 

Their friendship is deeply homoerotic as most queer friendships in media and real life are. Johnny flirts with Peter on many occasions (saying his ideal women is a female version of Peter, inviting him over to watch is sex tape, and so on) and of course oh my god they were roommates. 

Some other popular queer tropes are: Found Family, Soulmates, and Enemies to lovers. Because it’s superhero related, this includes the Identity Porn tag as well.  

Peter Parker and Wade Wilson have a famous Love/Hate relationship. I mean, how could you expect anything less when your first meeting with this known mercenary is him throwing your civilian persona out the window of a car. Now, Wade still doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in the current run of comics, but that doesn’t make anything about them any less gay. 

For the Found Family Trope: 

Because it’s Peter and Wade, their whole development can be read as Enemies to Friends to Lovers, so I wont bother backing that up because, uh, it speaks for itself. One panel really does to add that cause though 

I’m not going to explain what a free-pass list is.

The Soulmates part I know I have to back up. 

For SoulMates:  

Now this panel requires a little explanation. Wade kills Peter, not knowing he’s Spider-Man. Weasel takes over for Peter (they don’t know its him) so no one suspects he’s dead. Deadpool begins to feel guilty he killed his best buds best bud, so he tries to bring Peter back to life. Losing his stunning good looks (switching back to how he looked before Weapon X making his wife Shiklah estranged (then she married Dracula but thats beside the point)). Spider-Man is Peter’s “true self” or patronus for Harry Potter fans. Wade is stupid and hasn’t connected the dots yet, effectively making him the biggest simp in history. Seriously, who destroys their marriage for the c h a n c e for getting some with their idol? A Simp, that’s who.

Peter forgives Wade for killing him (and for saving him from killing their genetic daughter itsy-bitsy). If someone killed me they better be hot as fuck before I even thing about forgiving them. Ignoring Peter’s super sexy forgiving nature, uh, he’s kinda simping. 

Died in each others arms. Nothing else is needed. 

They’re heartmates. From what I read, the feeling has to be mutual in order for it to work. The witches (long story, comics are hard to explain) that captured deadpool were expecting his wife so they could get the headmistress back. Instead, they got Peter. Basically Heartmates = soulmates but chosen for you instead of chosen by you. 

To conclude my point: 

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. 

[fatuismooches]

MHM YES… I’M EATING THIS UP my poor heart hurts for fragile reader BUT IT’S JUST SO INTERESTING to see them become what Dottore never wanted them to be… constantly working and neglecting the much needed rest for your illness, ignorning the outside world and the things you used to love doing, perhaps becoming as cruel as him to quench your thirst for answers… I just 💔 Okay moving on- (Also sorry for the late response, I am a slow writer 💔)

Although the Harbingers are ranked by strength and you are obviously not a match for your late husband or the other Harbingers, the Tsaritsa still bestowed upon you the Doctor’s position. Even though she did not want to burden you with the work, she could see that your entire being was being drawn to it. She could see that your eyes were no longer the same. She could see how deeply you mourned him (as did she, but it was nothing compared to you.) So on that day, you became the Doctor, just as Dottore once did. What you lack in strength, you make up for in mind and words. It’s the least you can do, considering how much the Fatui’s forces were impacted by the loss of Dottore. But it’s ironic really, seeing how much you live in your lab and desk, despite how much you cajoled to Dottore that he shouldn’t.

Also considering that centuries would go by, that means fragile reader would have to see their mortal friends like Pantalone and Childe die… which would obviously cause a lot more heartbreak… At that point the only real friend you have left is Bina. I think as much as they would like to have friends they don’t have the time or energy or willingness anymore after everything they’ve gone through, even though Columbina always tries to introduce you to the new Harbingers. </3 You end up being that one Harbinger everyone talks about because of how rarely you show up, a lot of the people who work under you don’t even see your face,, you have others do all that for you. 

And even when you do appear publicly, you’re always wearing a crow-like mask so… you’re very strange to the majority of the Fatui. Especially if you happen to harp on about someone called “Dottore” which a lot of them have no clue about, considering how much time went by. Pierro sympatizes with you, after all, he was the one who recruited Dottore, and he too knows far too well what it’s like to lose loved ones. On the occasions he visits and finds you uncharacteristically asleep, he throws his coat over you and sighs. The fate Celestia has chosen for you was far too cruel. And Bina too of course, when she comes around she always sings you to sleep, a calming song that makes your eyes droop even though you don’t want them too. I like to imagine at the very least they still have Foxttore and the Puffttores to keep them company… 🥺 

You used to love physical contact, now it makes you shrivel up (with the except of your Harbinger friends, but you still get on guard sometimes.) (IM SOBBING FOR THEM BECAUSE WE’RE PUTTING THEM THROUGH SO MUCH???!) and just. ah i love the language of the sparrow wearing the same fox fur as Dottore,, becoming the same person who put up walls and continued his work in an essence,, you’re not cruel because you like it or you want to be, but because that’s the way it must be in order to obtain answers. And of course if anyone dared even try to get close to your love, your numerous neverending traps on the way will surely get them before they could ever make it.

Everyone knows better than to enter the hallway that has multiple empty rooms but with… no one inhabiting them. You and a few others being the only ones to really remember the segments’ existence. Only murmurs of them floating through the recruits. The longer you were the Doctor, the more you found yourself remembering them. Found yourself connected to them even more, remembering how they rambled on about this or that and found yourself truly understanding. But you just wished they were still here. It would have made things a lot easier,, did you appear crazy? Yes, but you long let go of the opinions of others. You could worry about that once your goal was finally achieved.

PLSSS HAHA the two of you just collapsing together has me dead 😭 He would be pretty frail in the beginning, but I imagine he would regain his strength eventually… after all he is THE Dottore, hell he’d be working on a way to restore himself on the same day he woke up 💀 reaching the power of Gods again will be nothing for him… 😭 (Also, it’d be like the roles are switched,, like when you woke up from your coma Dottore and the segments were teaching you all the new things,, however now you’ll be the one showing him how much more modern Teyvat has become, the language, the way of life, you know everything that changes as centuries go by… obviously him being Dottore will catch on very quickly but, it’s so cute to be the one explaining things to Il Dottore HIMSELF.)

Also, I think a big part would be his reaction to how different you are now. When you tell Dottore what you’ve been doing for this long he probably chuckles a little but no you’re serious. Researching to resurrect him is one thing (he always knew you were intelligent) but balancing Harbinger duties as well? He knows extremely well how taxing they are, that’s one of the reasons why he created segments. He takes one look at his (well, your office now) and the state of it is just… probably even worse than what he had. The room that you always used to use when he was alive? The dust on it is horrible from how long it has not been used. I imagine you kept diaries/journals about your life, separated for personal feelings and such, and then for work stuff. He would read them and just process the shit he left you to deal with. Just, you know, angstyy angst. And he vows, after he regains his strength, to cure you once and for all.

In conclusion… the skrunklies ,,

Allow me to feed you more brainrot!!

Hey! I saw that you liked my writing about the ending where the Fragile!reader doesn’t make it in time, so why not give you some thoughts of mine on what sort of habits or tendencies the ill reader has gained? This is supposedly a few centuries into it, though no time is specified really. (Note : Let me see what I can cook in a few days with the ‘broken heart’s ending. Stay tuned!)

1.The desk is [name]’s bed now. As many years have gone by, the duties of the second harbinger has been mostly assigned to you as you are(were?) the lover to II Dottore. The sparrow tended to work on paperwork’s until their hands felt numb, shaky handwriting only stabilized with a use of a machine or primarily writing with a typewriter. The sparrow goes on missions, though internally craving to stay near and only focus on the revival of the fallen crow. The desk is where they tended to spend most of their time at, either for research or paperwork when they were free. Though the sparrow was treated with some sympathy, their unhealthy habits haunting them to the point they passed out on the desk or even harbinger meetings. Their fragile and porcelain like body was beyond pushed to their limit, but they will not stop. Though around their fellow allies such as the dove, they will ease on it to ensure that the sparrow’s allies are not overly concerned. The sparrow does not want anyone to be concerned more than the sparrow had pushed them away. Even by the time when no Fatus under the Fatui Harbingers command no longer recognize the name of the Doctor, only to recognize yours instead, you never take credit for the work you’ve done yourself. You always stated that the work you have done should be credited to II Dottore himself—The research and notes he had left behind was the starting foundation to your own search, afterall.

2.Dragged to rest. By the time the sparrow is remotely close to finding something that would give the first major step to the resurrection to the great II Dottore, they had taken supplements, no matter how bitter, to force back and silence their illness though it only ever managed to be temporarily. The rare nights where one of the harbingers that were your friends were free to check you from their busy nights—wether it be the Damsellette, the Regrator, or Tartaglia, you’d be dragged to your bed even with how much of your mental stubbornness would try and argue back. Your physical stubbornness is not well due to how your fragile body is, already at a melting point with how you are treating your body, the rebellion of yours falls into silence as the harbinger pulls a blanket over you as they give a light threat that they better not see them snooping around to study. Your body agrees even though your mind is exactly the opposite, but you wish them a goodnight’s rest as you close your eyes. That night, you ended up passing out for little more over 12 hours.

13.Flinch at sudden contact, and protectiveness. With your lover dead, the sensation of touch has become almost unbearing. Especially to your now scarred body from your experiments, anyone who dares to even tap your shoulder might become the next test subject to see if they could be resurrected with the next concoction you create for the sake of the unmoving frozen corpse of the Doctor. Your face is the most vulnerable—most possessive of the mask your lover once wore every day, almost every hour of the night. So you keep it close, it is important as your life and you’d defend it till the very end. With the cause of the Crow’s death, the fox-fur wearing Sparrow has taken a distaste to anyone who may pose a threat to the Crow. Especially with the Golden Comet, now you have become the underlying term of ‘overprotective’. Overprotective to someone who wasn’t even breathing anymore, safely encased in permafrost in the hidden depths of the lab. If any word of something or someone that can end up harming your lover ends up getting into the sparrow’s ears, be prepared for the threat to be wiped from existance in record time. Such thing shall not exist anymore under the sparrow’s gaze, and they will not escape it.

4.To ramble to something inanimate. With the death of the segments and Prime himself, [name] had gotten the habits to ramble off in one of the segments’ rooms or snuggle in the bed of Prime’s. How you spoke and rambled away as if they were still with you, perhaps maybe they were. Somewhere, someway, you could even bring the segments back. Though your primarily focus was on Prime, you still mourned for each copy and clone there ever was of Dottore. The Sparrow loved each and every version of the Crow there was to offer, from the small hatchling Zandy to the original Zandik. Omega, Beta just to name a few.. it was not too uncommon for a Fatui Harbinger or Fatus for business just to see the lover of the Doctor ramble against a object that one segment may have owned, or them snuggling into a clothing they may have wore.

(Should I write some ideas if Dottore did eventually get resurrected?? Perhaps your thoughts on it would be great. I also think when Dottore does get resurrected, Dottore might also be frail because your body sort of just weakens from a lack of use and he was dead for a while too.. so now you got Frail!Reader and Frail!Dottore just collapsing together, PFT.)