#anyways this is a major feeling as to why I feel robotic and have felt such a way for so long

[kavehayati]

I am so put off by closeness and EXTREME declarations of love even platonically that it just makes me want to be avoidant forever

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@acksolotel618 Got inspired by this post and ended up using it as a writing prompt for a short scene with Zane and Garmadon!!

You can read it on Ao3 here , or after the cut

❆ A Lesson In Humanity ❆

Zane speaks to Garmadon about their shared history of being manipulated emperors.

{ 940 words, no major warnings }

"I was once like you."

The words landed heavily on Garmadon's shoulders, yet with further consideration he refused to believe they carried any real weight. Merely a vapid placation, or worse, outright mocking. He furrowed his brow. "You couldn't possibly understand me, metal man."

Zane stared back evenly. His eye contact was unwavering, unnatural. It felt as though he could see through Garmadon's very chemical makeup, and was intent on dissecting him down to his barest components like a hunk of biological technology. The nindroid stood on the catwalk connecting their underground base of operations to the elevator up to the monastery. The rest of the ninja had left to take a break, following a particularly intense—and unsuccessful— training session between Lloyd and Garmadon. Garmadon had to admit his surprise, if only internally, at the company he now found himself forcibly entertaining; Zane had never made an effort to speak to him one-on-one, and the cold shoulder was reciprocated.

"You are free to believe that, if a sense of individuality brings you comfort,” Zane said. “However, it is an inaccurate assessment."

Garmadon rolled his eyes. "Thank you for reminding me why we never spoke. You may leave now,” he said, waving a hand to dismiss him. 

Zane remained. An unsurprising development, and an aggravating one. "Do you not wish to know of our similarities?”

A frown crossed Garmadon’s face, and curiosity clouded his thoughts. He was quick to disperse it with a shake of his head; Zane was clearly trying to get under his skin, force his guard down so that he would ease up on Lloyd. It would never work. Mastering Oni form took an iron fist, not a distracted mind. He turned away and clasped both sets of hands behind his back, pretending to focus on the computers for a long moment.

Not long enough, evidently, as Zane made his continued presence known. “I am going to tell you anyway.”

“Great,” Garmadon muttered.

“When I was trapped in the Never Realm, I was manipulated into becoming the Ice Emperor: a cold and ruthless entity who spared no one in his quest for retaining power. My true self was hidden from me for sixty years, until Lloyd helped me restore it,” Zane said, a waver of emotion in his robotic voice. “It has been some time since it happened, yet I still feel the effects of this event to this day.”

“Hmm.” Garmadon pressed a couple buttons on the keyboard in an attempt to make his distraction look convincing. “I fail to see how that relates to me.”

He heard Zane take a small step forward. “When you became Emperor of Ninjago, that emperorship was predicated on lies and manipulation by Harumi. She encouraged you to reject your humanity, just as my advisor Vex did to me. And I am willing to bet you have also suffered lasting effects.”

Garmadon scoffed. “Please,” he said, turning a tight-lipped scowl towards Zane. “I am an oni, I never had humanity to reject…that is, until Vinny of NGTV news took me under his council. And even so, such humanity would not benefit me here. Lloyd needs to learn to release his oni form, and I can assure you I am in the perfect condition to do so—no ‘lasting effects’ as you say.”

“Perhaps that is true. Or perhaps you only wish it to be.” Zane’s pointed stare finally wavered, drifting to some far-off corner of the room. “I have spent much of my own spare time wrestling with the reality of my situation, versus what I wish to believe… It is difficult to grapple with the truth that I have hurt innocent people while under another’s influence. It sometimes holds me back from being the best version of myself that I can be, for fear of hurting others again.”

That did sound familiar, not that Garmadon was willing to admit it out loud. He was often plagued with memories of his short-lived reign over Ninjago, and the atrocities committed under his hand. He was loath to say he regretted any of them, in fact he wasn’t sure he was even capable of regret– nonetheless, the flashbacks were bothersome, and the more he attempted to embody “goodness”, the more frequent they became. “So…what? You believe I am compromised in some way? I can assure you I’m not.”

“I believe you have begun the process of betterment, without addressing the root of the issue.”

“...And what might that be?”

“Your relationship with Lloyd. You hurt Lloyd during your time as Emperor. Now, your beliefs and goals are changing, but you have not mended the rift that has grown between the two of you, or attempted to grapple with the effects your actions have on both yourself and others… you cannot expect to find success in the present, until you face your past,” Zane said. His even tone and matter-of-fact delivery did nothing to lessen the blow of his words. “You may not believe it, but Lloyd is your humanity. As he was mine, when I needed it most. Do not forget that he needs you too.”

Something twinged in Garmadon’s chest. He had half a mind to blame it on his incomplete resurrection, and perhaps that truly was the case; complicated emotions could simply be a byproduct of his botched vessel. He averted his gaze and said nothing. 

Zane didn’t attempt to break the silence, either. He lingered for just a moment longer, before turning heel and wordlessly leaving the room, where Garmadon remained alone with his thoughts. 

“…I won’t,” he said, knowing there was nobody there to hear him.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I'm back wayy too early, Just as promised!👍🏻

How are you?

Would you like to explain, in the Reader of your choice that "Flaxans' king is kinda..", mister?🤨📸

Aaand that's It for now, drink some water mr. Allig-author, I'll do the same.

See you in the close future! ~💙🌺✨

Flaxan Leader x antihero male reader

Headcanons

straight up cant find any flaxan gifs

What do you mean 🤨📸 I said what I said 🗣️

Reader is kinda based on Deadpool, but with some tweaks. Insert also flaxan headcanons, cuz I thought it was funny.

Working with teen team had never really been something you planned to do. You were more of an antihero than an outright hero. Majority of the public didn’t even know about your existence, since most of your dirty work was done in the shadows.

But seeing as the guardians of the globe weren’t responsive, and you had been in this business for a long time, Cecil called in a favor you owed him, which lead to you fighting alongside this group of young heroes.

To you it felt like being a caretaker or kindergarten teacher, since you were older than all of them with a lot more knowledge and experience. Your lack of care about spilling blood and killing seemed to unnerve a few of them, invincible being one of them.

Your regeneration seemed to shock the flaxans you fought, as they’d blow your head off with their blasters, or would slice your limbs off, only for them to regrow in seconds as your damaged body kept on fighting.

Invincible may have scarred his face, but you were the one the one who would become the flaxan leader fought head on. You may not have super strength like some of the others, but your expertise made you even more of a bother to fight.

Since we know nothing about flaxans, let’s say that they flirt through sparring or fighting, so you being your joking usual Deadpool self could be seen as advances of some kind. The kiss you blow him as they flee the first time doesn’t help your case.

After the first invasion, I can already imagine the likes of invincible freaking out a little or a lot about how easily you kill and how you make a joke out of everything. It results in you having to give these young heroes a reality check, that being a hero isn’t easy, and that they’ll probably end up killing more people than they save. That’s your feelings about it anyways.

The second invasion has you involved again, since your extreme healing factor also means you barely need to sleep, eat or drink, as your body keeps itself going without issue. And once again you end up fighting the flaxan leader, whose now got a different look.

The first words that leave your mouth is ooing and awing, purring that you like em a little grey so you are happy to see him. All the talking you did during your first battle also meant that the flaxans, or maybe rather the leader, has a much better understanding of human speech.

The second invasion ends like the first, except the leader is too busy fighting with you to focus on invincible and atom eve, so Robot ends up finding their weakness on his own. Sometime during the fight your mask also ends up getting ripped off, letting you plant a big kiss on the flaxan leader’s forehead before they flee.

When members of the teen team ask why the hell you did that, you just shrug and make some comment about how you two “have a connection”. Its clearly a joke, because you take nothing seriously, but the flaxan leader seems to see it as legit.

The third invasion goes differently from the show, since the leaders risen up to rule all of his people, and instead of wanting to invade earth this time he comes through to court you, much to everyone’s surprise, both you, the teen team, and the media that’s been watching the entire time.

Imagine your surprise when the flaxan leader, now a good deal older and in a powersuit, rocking up to you with flowers native to his planet and what looks like a bracelet made out of similar material to his armor.

It takes some translation and some help from Cecil and his people to figure out what its all about, and honestly you feel a little chuffed at this big guy pretty much proposing to you after two fights. It seems completely out of the norm for humanity, but apparently its normal in flaxan culture.

In the end it helps create more of an allyship with the flaxans than them getting eradicated by omni-man. And you end up scoring a hot older guy who doesn’t seem to mind your many many scars. Its not everyone who can say their husband developed technology strictly to be able to exist in your world, is it? you definitely brag online about it, “if he wanted too, he would” and all that.

[pixeltwix]

{McGucket Family Tree}

I did promise to extend my lore and story for Fiddleford just as I did for Emma May in this post, buuuut for today I’ll be doing a more general Fiddleford family post without diving into his life in depth (I swear I will get to it eventually though. Today will just be small details and their designs :P )

The McGucket family definitely gives off ‘weirdo’ vibes. They’re a well known family in the town, but they always have a bizarre aura about them that sets them all apart from the rest

Bobbie Jean, his mother, and Arlo, his father, settled a bit later into a family than most others would in town, but their patient natures only brought about a very loving family

Blanche is the first born followed by Fiddleford some years after, but now you may ask, ‘why doesn’t anyone else have a goofy name?’

Per McGucket family tradition the first born son is always to have an unconventional or silly name, otherwise it’ll bring about bad luck. The McGuckets are very superstitious people after all!

To play off the weirdo vibe and unconventional energy of the family though I feel all of the McGucket kids have something about them that keeps them apart from most others

Blanche isn’t interested in romance or relationships despite the towns folk gossiping and calling her a spinster for her age

Fiddleford is exceptionally smart and capable of things beyond average comprehension

Lenore is artsy, independent, and favors women over men. Thankfully her parents would never force her into a marriage and protect her at home

Darla is the sweetest kid you’ll ever meet, but her anxiety is 10x worse than Fidds, speech not easy for her even with her own family

Huck is the second born son, but definitely not a farm kid. He detests everything about it and has tried on many occasions to set the pigs free

And then Sally has zero filter, enough said on that. She wastes no punches verbally and struggles to make friends on account of it

But then of course there’s the newest lady in the McGucket family, Emma May. I could talk for hours about her, but joining the family wasn’t exactly the smoothest transition for her

Growing up in a very unorthodox setting with cult influence she was unused to being welcomed into a home where kindness was given without strings attached

The McGuckets were more than happy to help her understand this though and even happier to learn about the woman who managed to steal their (usually socially inept) sons heart

While poor as the McGucket family is I imagine their family home has been with them for generations. Naturally as the family grows so too must the house. I’d imagine their place looks a bit of a mess with all the steady added additions to the house and barn, but it’s all so chaotically organized and right it difficult to not be endeared

While the main house is packed and lovely most of everyone spends the majority of their day out working the land and taking care of the animals

Thankfully they are not alone as the family is quite extended and equally generous and kind

There are plenty more men who have fallen victim to the silly name tradition that the McGuckets have, but the two closest in age to Fiddleford are the most relevant

Thistlebert and Diddsley were really his only friends aside from his siblings growing up, but really these two already felt like older brothers anyway

Thistlebert has an affinity for ‘saucer people’ always curious of alien life even if he doesn’t have the intellect of Fidds to understand it

Meanwhile Diddsley acts as more of the enthusiast for chaos. Always encouraging Fiddleford when they were kids to make the next big thing for them to wreak havoc with. Be that mini pig robots or tractors that can go over 80 mph, he was always the first to give suggestions

Like I said, this will not be the post where I hyper focus on Fiddleford himself, but to conclude I’ll simply say- The McGucket family is literally so silly

Like they’re all very capable and hardworking people, but they will find time to be fun and enjoy their lives without being serious all of the time

In a way it helps them cope with the conditions of their lives and the struggles that they realize most likely will never go away

But despite that every generation becomes more and more optimistic, Fiddleford’s literal dream to be that he an make enough money to provide for his own family one day

[zedleaked]

[APPARENTLY PEOPLE HERE WANTED TO KNOW THE HUMAN AXIS LORE SO IM JUST GOING TO COPY MY TWITTER POST HERE…] BASIC GIST IS THAT THIS IS JUST A GENERAL HUMAN AU. MONSTERS AND HUMANS SWAPPED. WOWIE!

ANYWAYS READ MORE FOR AXIS

AXIS ORIGIN IS STILL A BIT FUZZY. HERE HE'S LIKE CHUJIN'S ADOPTED SON [GENDER NEUTRAL],, CATGIRLTRICKSTER ON TWITTER SUGGESTED CHUJIN JUST FINDING YOUNG AXIS IN A PIPE OR SOMETHING AND I THINK THATS REALLY FUNNY... THOUGH HIS ORIGINS WOULD BE VAGUE. IF ASKED HE'D SAY HE DOESN'T REMEMBER.

ALSO NOTE BEFORE I FORGET. AXIS WAS JUST BORN WITH ONE LEG. THERE IS NO LORE REASON TO WHY ITS MISSING, IT IS JUST THE WAY HE IS. CHUJIN MAKES HIM A ROBOTIC LEG SO HE CAN HAVE AN EASIER TIME.

SURE I COULD GIVE A FUCKED REASON AS TO WHY HE DOESNT HAVE IT BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE IT.

AXIS WOULD BE AN APPRENTICE UNDER CHUJIN SIMILAR TO MARTLET [I NEEDA DRAW MARTLET EVENTUALLY] PLUS IN GAME THERE'S FLAVOR TEXT ABOUT HIM FLIPPING THROUGH THE ROYAL GUARD HANDBOOK IN HIS MIND. HONESTLY. MARTLET AND AXIS BEING FRIENDS THROUGH SHARING THE SAME INTEREST IS SILLY...

HE'D WANT TO TRAIN HIMSELF TO BECOME A ROYAL GUARD OR AT LEAST A PROTECTOR TO PAYBACK CHUJIN FOR TAKING HIM IN. HE'S GOING TO PROTECT HIS FATHER AND HUMANKIND. IT'S HIS BIGGEST GOAL IN LIFE.

STEAMWORKS STILL EXISTS. ITS JUST CHUJIN HADNT BUILT THE AXIS MODELS IN THIS AU BECAUSE. YOU KNOW.

MAYBE HE SAW POTENTIAL IN HUMAN AXIS, SEEING HOW DETERMINED HE IS TO GROW STRONGER AND PROTECT PEOPLE. CHUJIN WOULD WANT HIM TO HONE HIS SKILLS TO BECOME SOMETHING... BIG.

IN A WAY. AXIS WAS A PEEK INTO WHAT HUMANS COULD BECOME AND WHAT THAT COULD DO FOR HUMAN SOCIETY UNDERGROUND.

MEANWHILE AXIS IS ENAMORED BY STEAMWORKS AND JUST CHUJIN'S WORK IN GENERAL. HE REALLY ADMIRES ROBOTS, HE THINKS ABOUT WHAT ITS LIKE IF HE HAD ROBOTIC MODIFICATIONS.

AND LESS LORE RELEVANT BUT HE ALSO HAS CONNECTIONS TO KANAKO TOO! THEY ARE THE SIBLINGS EVER. THOUGH IVE BEEN WONDERING HOW CEROBA NOT KNOWING AXIS IN STEAMWORKS WOULD WORK. IT'D BE KINDA WEIRD FOR CHUJIN TO KEEP A WHOLE ASS CHILD SECRET FROM HER.

THEYVE PROBABLY SEEN EACH OTHER AND NEVER HAD MUCH SIGNIFICANT

INTERACTIONS FOR THEM TO FULLY REMEMBER EACH OTHER. AXIS SPENDS A MAJORITY OF HIS TIME AT STEAMWORKS OR DOING ROYAL GUARD SHIT, AND WHEN HES NOT DOING THAT HES PROBABLY PLAYING WITH KANAKO [WHEN CEROBA ISNT AROUND]

AND WELL. WE HAD TO GET TO THIS PART EVENTUALLY. ONE DAY A MONSTER MAKES ITS WAY INTO THE UNDERGROUND AND STARTED KILLING PEOPLE. DALV [WHO I ALSO NEED TO DRAW] GOT CAUGHT UP IN THE FRAY WHILE PLAYING WITH KANAKO [AND AXIS TOO]. UPON SEEING HIS FRIENDS GET HURT. SOMETHING CLICKS.

AXIS HAD TRAINED UP TO THIS POINT. THIS WAS HIS MOMENT. HE HAD TO SAVE THE PEOPLE FROM THE THREAT IN FRONT OF THEM. INSTINCTS KICK IN AND HE GOES IN TO FIGHT THE MONSTER WHILE DALV TAKES KANAKO TO SAFETY.

THIS MONSTER WAS TOUGH. HE WAS ALMOST KILLED. BUT HE HAD TO PERSEVERE.

SOMETHING JUST ACTIVATED IN HIS SOUL.

HE FELT A SURGE OF POWER. THE ONLY THING HE KNEW IN THAT MOMENT WAS TO.

GET. RID. OF. THE. THREAT.

IN FRONT OF HIM WAS JUST. A HEADLESS BODY THAT SLOWLY FADED INTO DUST.

THAT... HE DIDNT MEAN TO GO THAT FAR.

SIMILAR TO CLOVER IN GENOCIDE, AXIS HAD RAPIDLY LEVELED UP AND SHOT A POWERFUL ATTACK AT THE MONSTER IN RESPONSE TO ALMOST DYING. HE NEEDED TO KEEP GOING NO MATTER WHAT.

STILL. THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS ACTIONS LAID HEAVY ON HIM.

HE HAD KILLED A LIVING, BREATHING THING.

SOON AFTER CHUJIN WALKED IN ON THE SCENE COMPLETELY HORRIFIED. AXIS, ASHAMED OF WHAT HE HAD DONE RAN TOWARD STEAMWORKS TO ISOLATE HIMSELF, SIMILAR TO DALV.

SURE, HE HAD SAVED PEOPLE FROM THAT MONSTER BUT DID HE HAVE TO BE SO GRUESOME?

CHUJIN RAN AFTER HIM, TRYING TO GET HIM BACK

CHUJIN FINDS HIM AT STEAMWORKS, WALLOWING IN JUST. EVERY EMOTION.

HE TRIES TO COMFORT HIM THOUGH AXIS IS STILL INSISTENT ON NOT GOING OUT.

THE TWO REACHED THE COMPROMISE THAT: AXIS WOULD GUARD AND PROTECT STEAMWORKS AND THAT CHUJIN WOULD CHECK UP ON HIM EVERY NOW AND THEN.

SO THATS WHAT HE DID. HE STAYED AT STEAMWORKS, WATCHING OVER THE PLACE AND ITS ROBOTS FOR….. AGES.

EVENTUALLY CHUJIN'S CHECK UPS GET MORE SPARSE UNTIL JUST. NOTHING.

AXIS NOTICES TOO THAT LESS AND LESS SCIENTISTS ARE PRESENT AT STEAMWORKS. UNTIL THERE IS NO ONE THERE.

WHEN ASKED IF HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE

TOO HE SAID

"NO. MY FATHER AND I HAD REACHED THE AGREEMENT THAT I WOULD STAY AND PATROL THIS AREA, AND THAT I WILL DO." THERE WAS NO CONVINCING HIM TO LEAVE. SO THE OTHERS RELUCTANTLY LEFT HIM BE.

DAY BY DAY HE WATCHES STEAMWORKS FLOOD AND DECAY. WHILE HE STAYS THERE TRYING TO KEEP UP THE AGREEMENT BETWEEN HIS FATHER AND HIMSELF.

NO ONE HAD TOLD HIM.

ONE DAY THOUGH HE FINDS THAT STEAMWORKS SUDDENLY ACTIVATES RIGHT BEFORE SEEING A MONSTER ONCE AGAIN.

OH HE REMEMBERS THE PAST WELL. IN THIS AU IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO GET HIS MEMORY ERASED.

WHILE THE EVENTS PLAY OUT MOSTLY THE SAME COMPARED TO NORMAL UTY.

AXIS SEEMS MORE HESITANT THAN USUAL. AND PROBABLY MONOLOGUING A LITTLE SIMILAR TO WHAT DALV DOES

BEING A HUMAN. HE POSES LESS OF A THREAT ON HIS OWN. HOWEVER. MY GUY SETS UP HOME ALONE TYPE TRAPS N SHIT TO TRY AND CATCH CLOVER INSTEAD [PART OF HIS ROYAL GUARD TRAINING!!.

ONLY RESORTING TO USING "ROBOTIC MODIFICATIONS" HE HAD FOUND WHEN CLOVER REALLY [ticks] HIM OFF.

AND YES. HE STILL GETS A ROBOT SPOUSE IF A PACIFIST PLAYTHROUGH HAPPENS. HUMAN AXIS IS OBJECTUM. ITS REAL.

SO YEAH THAT IS ALL THE THINGS I THINK.

HOLY SHIT THIS THREAD IS LONG. FEW PEOPLE WILL READ THIS I THINK BUT I STILL WANTED TO GET STUPID AU THOUGHTS OUT. UH. YEAH HOPE THAT IS GOOD OR SMTH.. FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS 🥺

[vertical-sekai]

Do the characters keep some traits from their canon personalities? For example, would Rui still be interested in stage technology/design? Do you think he'd collaborate with Emu's group at all?

It's kind of my question for all groups I think. Do you imagine they have ties to their canon group members at all? Or are they a completely new character with new relationships?

"Do the characters keep some traits from their canon personalities?"

Yes. The AU changes backstory/setup elements to these new units forming, so all of the characters are relatively similar to their original counterparts. Some of them are more similar to their canon counterparts than others, though.

In regards to Rui specifically, he is still interested in robotics and theater, although he repressed those interests in middle school to try and fit in with his peers better. This then led to him putting his dream to connect people via shows on the backburner— he gained friends but failed to understand why he still felt lonely despite "fixing" his problem. His conflicting feelings on friendship itself led to him giving up on shows altogether in his first year of high school.

Considering those factors, I think Rui could collaborate with TPCoAaR, but I think he'd have to have major character development first. He'd basically need to fix his relationship to his interests to at least some extent, in other words.

"Do you imagine they have ties to their canon group members at all?"

As for Rui's relationship with what would be the other members of WxS:

He's classmates with Tsukasa. They don't know each other very well, but Tsukasa is pretty friendly to Rui and tries to subtly support him in his own way (as he's noticed his true distance with their other classmates), and Rui (who picked up on this) isn't used to it at all. Tsukasa is considered to be kind of a weirdo, and so is Rui if he were to be himself— but Rui finds comfort in Tsukasa being like that, I think. Tsukasa also wants to make Rui laugh, and Rui (to some extent) reminds Tsukasa of Touya.

He hasn't met Emu personally, but he's aware of her existence. He saw her a couple times during middle school when he was doing (illegal) street performances on Phoenix Wonderland property.

He's still childhood friends with Nene. Their dynamic is mostly the same, except their distance from middle school was never resolved. Rui has been extremely worried about her ever since she dropped out of Kamiyama to start taking online classes. Nene still blames herself for what happened to him in middle school. They both feel incredibly guilty thinking about each other, but they won't talk it out... it's not like they talk much now, anyway.

All other characters follow the same kind of guidelines well, if that helps? Thanks for the ask!!

[llamaisllama777]

TSAMS EPISODE analyzation: Solar is back

Hey, this is a new thing I'm gonna do on here where I analyze and theorize on things that happen in TSBSCU (The Security Breach Show Cinematic Universe). Today's episode: Solar is back.

🎶Guess who's ba... you get it. Solar's back.

Our favorite techie is back and...

He looks just like how he does in thumbnails! 😲 I'm so stinkin' happy! He looks so good! I thought this would translate well in vrchat, BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO LOOK THIS GOOD! Like dang! Props to the modelers and @ayyy-imma-ninja this looks so good! I always did love her designs for Solar. So, Solar wakes up and is obviously confused. One minute, he's home with Sun and Moon getting Thanos-ed by Ruin, and now he's in some strange lab he's never seen before. Thankfully, Solar is a smart guy and decides to try the computer and calls Moon. Now, if I was in Solar's place, I wouldn't be so smart, and I probably would panic and do something dumb like walk out onto the surface of the sun 🙃 Moon comes and picks up Solar and tells him "Oh ya the Moon you knew turned evil and tried to kill our sister also I'm not the Moon you knew, I'm the Moon you use to know."

Moon, give him a minute! He was literally only alive for 2:39 seconds. Moon give him a breather first! Anyways, Solar obviously doesn't believe him cause. Why would anyone believe that someone they've known for so long just went nuts and tried to kill his sister and has been replaced by his oldself.

Moon takes Solar home. Solar reunites with Sun and Jack. Jack yells the loudest, "FATHER!" He can and then runs to him like a golden retriever, and that is so STINKIN' CUTE!

HAPPY FAMILY REUNITED!

Okay, anyways past how cute this is.

Sun breaks it to Solar that...ya.. Moon went bonkers and now goes by Nexus and to kill Earth, and of course Solar doesn't take it well. The Moon he knew. The Moon, who was his friend. The Moon, who was his brother. Turned evil and tried to kill Solar's sister... ya. He's gonna need a few days to recover from that.

Lunar and Earth are gonna be SO HAPPY when they find out Solar's back.

Now, before I get to the theorizing, let's take a look at Solar's new design and some clever design decisions in Solar's design.

Face is now more expressive, and he isn't stuck with a permanent grin, which I didn't have a problem with, but I like how expressive his face is now.

He's got some SKINNY ARMS! Eclipse made him so skinny and I find that hilarious.

There is now a metal plate over where the wires are on the back of Solar's head. Clever! Now, if Solar ever gets into a fight, no one can pull any of the wires on the back of his head for an advantage, which is a major design flaw in Sun and Moon, the robots meant to be around literal children who like to poke and pull everything they touch. Seriously, what stops someone from yanking the wires on the back of their heads and defeating them instantly. Moon pulled one of the plugs on Ruin's head to turn off Ruin's vision, so this was a smart design choice by Eclipse and the modelers and @ayyy-imma-ninja

I guess Eclipse sewed Solar some new pants and ran out of felt. I don't care if that's not what happened. This is what I think happened. THIS IS MY HEADCANON NOW!

Lastly, Eclipse gave him socks, and we all know why AS A FORM OF TORTURE cause everyone knows wet socks are a form of torture. That is my headcanon on why he gave him socks. (That does sound like something he would do just to spite Solar)

And lastly

He sit. I love the body movements on Solar, like the little point he does at his feet is just wonderful I don't know why but I love the little movements they do in this show like Earth's little 👉👈 she does. I love it. It's tiny details like this that makes the show feel more real. You know?

And now on to the theorizing.

Here's what I think will happen next on with Solar's character on TSAMS.

We will inevitably get a Solar confronts Nexus in vrchat episode.

So, I have three ideas on what will happen next

Idea #1 Solar decides to see for himself despite everyones warning and finds away to meet uo Nexus either physically or with holograms of something point is Solar will confront Nexus, and they get it to an argument about what Moon did and Solar will be desperately trying to reason with his brother, asking him to come back and maybe they can fix this whole mess but Nexus will refuse and Solar will leave heartbroken and will tell Nexus as he leaves. "I'm so disappointed in you." To which Nexus will probably have a mental breakdown and may start to regret what he did.

Idea #2 Solar confronts Nexus they get into a whole argument about what Nexus did they fight and as Solar is about to leave Nexus captures Solar and is gonna keep him captive and either use him as bait for Sun and Moon or keep him hostage until he sees things Nexus' way.

Idea #3 they get into a fight, and Nexus, in a fit of rage, kills Solar. <- This is the least likely idea.

Idea #4 Solar decides to stay with Nexus. Not to help him with anything, no. But to keep an eye on him. Make sure Nexus won't hurt the family in any way and maybe to save Nexus from himself. Basically, solar becomes Nexus' Jiminy Cricket, trying to sway Nexus from the side of evil and it may lead to a similar thing to idea #1 or #3

Now, onto the biggest question we still have...

How does Solar being back benefit Dark Sun?

I thought Solar wouldn't actually come back, that the machine would malfunction and release a ton of negative starpower into the world, which would make the Astrals come to earth faster. But instead it actually worked! Solar is back but now how does this help Dark Sun?

Theory #1 Solar coming back will force Nexus deeper into this dark life cause Solar will reject what his brother has become and abandon him and that will cause Nexus to become even worse and go full villain if he wasn't already before.

Theory #2 Solar being back will force Sun out of the family spotlight. Allow me to explain. Solar will have everyone's attention for a while and Sun will probably feel left out cause Earth and Lunar will be spending all their time with him, Jack will want to spend time with Solar now too and he may take Dazzle with him so she can properly meet Solar and Sun will start to feel like he's losing everyone and that all he will have is Moon cause eventually they will all move on. Lunar may die or become a god and have to leave them all, Earth has her own life and stuff she probably wants to do. Maybe she'll start her own daycare away from Fazbear or something, and Dazzle may even "move on" one day leaving just Sun and Moon and I think Solar being back will cause Sun to start having those fears that one day everyone will leave him. Now, I'm not saying Sun doesn't want to be with his brother, but we all know Sun is still dealing with all the trauma Moon inflicted on him and we know one day something or someone will cause Moon to slip and do something that hurts Sun physically or emotionally and this may push Sun into the grasp of Dark Sun. I think whatever Dark Sun is planning involves pushing Sun away from his family and maybe turning Sun into second Dark Sun. Solar may be the catalyst for Sun abandoning his family, like how his death led to Nexus abandoning the family. Hopefully, though, this part of the plan will fail, but seeing as how Dark Sun's plan has been working pretty well so far, I think this part might actually happen.

I hope you all liked this and the theories I came up with. Let me know what you all think.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Please tell me about your ocs!! IM HUNGRY GRRR

helloow omg ! im so honored you want to know more about my ocs aaahhh!! :D my moot @kovu-bunnbunn also wanted to know more so i figured i could do it now !!

i have a bunch of ocs but I’ll just talk about my main oc ryoko right now !!

her full name is ryoko ‘007’ aizawa. I’ll explain the 007 in a minute !! she’s aizawa’s adoptive daughter.

her parents (her dad more specifically, her mom was more of a bystander) are both from very wealthy families and merged. Her parents had an arranged marriage and after some chatter to get to know each other they’re conversations take a little bit of a turn..and inbetween bonding about their favorite movies oop! A lil comment about how the world would he better off without heroes..oh you think so too ? Well look at that, we have so much in common!! long story short they both decide that the want to create something that will be able to take down all might and the entirety of hero society and it’s restrictions,,and I’m pretty sure you can guess what that something was ! nine months later ryoko is born yipeee…!

during her entire pregnancy ryokos mom went through some quirk experiments (sponsored by doctor garaki 👍) because they knew that with both their quirks alone they wouldn’t be able to create a super weapon. (ryokos dad has an overhaul type quirk, and her mom has a healing sort of quirk) so they did some experiments hoping something would change in the womb, and when she was born the kept on doing experiments until she started manifesting a quirk w no attributes from her either of her parents and manifested a fully different quirk than she was originally meant to have,

since she had those experiments done ryokos body adapted to be able to handle her quirk, but it’s not perfect unfortunately.

heres a simple little chart of how it works ! (BTW I DO NOT DRAW LIKE THIS ANYMORE THIS IS OOOOLLLLDD😭😭😭😭)

her quirk is a lot like neijires as in she uses her own energy and converts it into power ! The amount she uses shows in her hair :3 ryoko tho, unlike neijire can do multiple things from sending blasts, to powering herself up to make parts of her body stronger, to making it hard objects like stepping stones she uses to navigate and weapons like dual swords or chains to restrain ppl !! she can also drain other peoples energy (and from her surroundings, but thats only in 100% mode ! ) because of the fact that her body had been modified, ryoko can carry more energy into herself than regular people which is why she can drain energy without any major drawback to a certain extent ! However, her drawbacks are way more severe, overusing her quirks makes her sleepy and drowsy, it gives her nosebleeds and very worse case scenario if she were to have too little or too much energy she could die :0 !!

(ALSO !! I lil extra tidbit: ryoko is capable of sensing peoples energy’s if she concentrates hard enough, it works better if shes seen them before, but she can sense all the energy in humans in her surroundings or if she has a picture, tho it’s slightly weaker and is limited to one person at a time. This is a form of remote viewing that i gave her bc of my obsession w stranger things i had !!😭)

its a pretty powerful quirk that her parents and other scientists knew they could use well, but unfortunately for them ryoko ended up liking heroes (she was barely educated, so she had no idea that she felt admiration for heroes and especially all might, she was alsovaguely aware that she was taught to do the wrong things, because she’d be forced to use her quirk on robots/ small animals in some cases.)

her parents weren’t supposed to feel any affection towards her so they decide to just give her a code name 007 :D which i realized a little too late was the same as james bond..woops😭

anyways fast forward to the biggg “earthquake” incident, shes rescued by a group of heroes, eraser head included :D unfortunately shes detained in tartarus since her being in a constant state of panick set her quirk off and she couldn’t stay in a regular hospital so ryoko has canonically been to tartarus as a inmate at the age of 4 😭! Oh forgot to mention this, but ryoko got her quirk veryy early due to the experiments done before her birth and after.

since ryoko cant control her quirk an aizawa can cancel them, they’re a pretty good matchup !! Fast forward some more and shes living with him ! he adopts her and lets her go to school, where she meets izu n katsuki and they quickly become friends because. Of COURSE. My main ocxcanon ship is a CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS ONEEE😭😭😭😭will i ever stop. raise your hand if you’ve ever seen that one comin

lmk if you want to know more about her or other ocs ! I didn’t wanna ramble TOOO much so this is all the basic info!! plus some drawing of her

two of them r completely credited to horikoshi cus i used ochaco n hagakure as a base !! I accidentally have two in normal mode and two in 100% or overdrive mode as she calls it (tho one of them is a soul eater au :3) ! Both made by me :3

Much luvvv xxxx!!! And thank you Sooo much for your ask again💗💗💗💗

[timmie15]

How would you rank the more major AC6 characters based on how much you like them?

hmmmmm i had to think about this a LOT since I love everyone..

All of them are so well written, even the minor characters imo

But when it comes to major characters.. hm

Not even sure honestly

Though, my opinions contain [spoilers] from the game!!

I'm a dirty Iguazu lover. He's such a great character holy hell. He may be a pathetic pos but he's relatable. He's so fueled with spite and hatred that he doesn't realise how powerful he actually is. He's a great pilot, but his inferiority complex and envy is what takes him down. Something that anyone could experience at one point in life. He's realistic, with flaws and all. He's not perfect and that's why I love him the most. A tragic character, but in his final moments he spills his true feelings of envy towards you, and honestly this made him grow on my heart.

Classically, I love Rusty. He's the total opposite of Iguazu. He seems chill and all. [Spoiler] But hell he's a great spy. In the mission when you had to collect data about him and you find out he's a RLF spy that gets in that situation where he has to eliminate his own people.. It broke my heart, but hell it's respectable. He's doing his best, but I'm sure his heart is heavy, doing these sacrifices for the greater good. He's skeptical of you too, which also is why I love him. He doesn't trust you easily, and thinks that you're still a threat because nobody knows what's your next move. One day you may help someone, while the other day you could backstab only for money. But later, in the Liberation ending.. he finally trusts you, since you have the same goals.. and he remains your buddy. When you have the Fires of Raven route, the fight made me cry. It felt heavy to fight him, even in that moment he doesn't want to kill you, even if he must. It could have ended differently. Somehow he still had trust in you, and probably he feels bad that even you, like the corps, are a threat to Rubicon. He's a true guy and sacrifices to save the many, yet his end is tragic.

I adore Ayre too. She's intelligent and supportive, but I hate how mischaracterized she is by the fandom. I consider her a total girlboss, but so kind and supportive. Someone you can call a friend in this miserable world. Of course, at first she seemed a bit cold to me since, as anyone, she barely made contact with you, yet still helps you in anyway she can later on. She knows about Rubicon, but her flaw is that she's naive. I like that about her. In the Fires of Raven, when you both fight, she still has that hope that you'll change your mind about your choice and the idea to walk together. The feels man..

Walter is also such a great character, though cold and hides a lot of stuff from you, still cares about you, yet hides it. This caring shows a lot when you finally fight him in the Liberation ending, even if brainwashed, he realises that your actions are also driven by your own friend's wishes.. He also hides his own feelings towards others too, like when you accept to kill Michigan. Michigan may be in good terms with him, but doesn't stop you either way, yet has this hidden grief in his words that hides it with "this is just a job". He tries to be cold, but this demeanor slightly cracks in certain situations.

A honorable mention is Snail. I love to HATE him. Like, he's such a corporate scum of a human being that you love to hate him from that. Egoistic bastard that sacrifices for HIS own benefit. It's a typical villain that's just pure evil that's backstabbing his own people. I love it, I love this character type. He doesn't have any good things other than his strategy methods, but he's dirty and uses others. Yet, people like this exists in real life too.

I could yap about all of the characters all day, since I love ALL of them. They are so unique in their own ways and the cherry on top is that they are so realistic personality-wise. I played AC6 for big robots and stayed for these peak characters!

[retphienix]

MAJOR shade towards a game I actually really enjoyed and am currently as of typing waiting with minor optimism for the next update which claims to be a "community focused" update based on the critiques laid at them, and I'm only like, 20% sorry- but:

Sometimes I slow down and realize that the most mundane moments in EDF are the EXACT ""Fantasy"" other games claim to be striving for and claim to be perfectly adequately accomplishing in their games.... while they nerf anything that comes close to the power fantasy and fun they claim to already provide and instead make any tool that players want to shred with near worthless because ????

Anyways to be less vague and more direct: Things in EDF are ridiculous and powerful and you are put in situations where you can use that preposterous power to shred hundreds / thousands in some cases / of enemies.

Here we see me just going "You know what, I'm gonna slap on 2 miniguns and shred explosive robots with them" and what happens?

I throw on 2 miniguns and in seconds I feel like the 300 ton steel wall that these pathetic android waves crash upon and fall to the calm waters of the pavement below.

I strafe my aim from left to right and watch an orchestra of destruction play out before me.

I look to the devs and I see a big thumbs up in my direction 👍

They wanted to provide a game that lets you feel the power fantasy of big gun do big thing and when you play said game you get that experience. We shout "E! D! F!" at each other and then no more words are needed.

Meanwhile, another game I really enjoyed and still think is a fantastic game, just one that lost itself fast as hell for seemingly no reason, Helldivers 2, has the devs regularly saying their weapons and outfits and strategems are all in service of a ""Fantasy"".

They repeat it again and again, they say "X stat was adjusted Y direction in order to improve the ""Fantasy"" of the weapon".

And what do they do?

Nerf everything that does anything, give you a heavy machine gun that bounces off enemies, provide explosives that tickle bugs, buff literal mushrooms to be bulletproof because players weren't complaining enough, give you new weapons that are just downgrades of literal day 1 equipment, nerf a popular weapon because of a crossover bug (seriously, and don't ever revert the change), nerf another popular weapon because it worked (literally just worked- not excelled- just worked- it was an adequate anti armor so it had to be nerfed), nerf popular gear instead of taking a closer look at WHY those things are popular and if perhaps enemy behavior needed nerfed instead, buff the enemies repeatedly, provide the enemies with new AI and spawning behaviors that force the bulk of the community to assimilate into the few builds/tools that still work- nerf those tools.

And then gleefully say "We're buffing stuff!" and change insignificant stats that in no way actually impact the game or allow a single new experience to be felt from having used those tools.

And why?

Why did the game start as a fun horde shooter and then a few nerfs later it's a "GRIZZLED DIE WITH A PEASHOOTER IN YOUR HANDS" thing?

Why are we constantly sold the idea that these changes are to support the ""Fantasy"" of the experience when all that's been accomplished is anything that was fun and effective now sucks eggs and enemies are more aggressive than at launch?

Why?

And how do you justify nerfing us and buffing enemies while stripping the identity from all our equipment to be in service of a ""fantasy""?

Your heavy machine guns don't even feel good.

I hope the update is good and don't regret a second I spent playing that game :)

[auberge13]

These two moments are taken from the conversations Jon has with each of his parents before joining the Legion of Superheroes. There is one particularly interesting difference between how Lois and Clark each view the decision.

(Lois Lane 2019 issue #4 and Superman 2018 issue #16)

"doesn't leave you much of a choice, does it?" vs. "I am jealous of... the choices in front of you"

Now, if you're like me, this is the kind of thing that makes you very excited about characterization and storytelling so let's get into it.

Clark is a character who never really felt like being good was a choice that needed to be made. He was raised to be good by Ma and Pa and he is so inherently good that he can't imagine being anything else, let alone choosing to be anything else. Meanwhile, Lois intimately understands that being good is a choice that you have to make over and over again, even when it's hard. Doing good the way she does is constantly challenged, particularly by her father. Her choice to do good costs her that relationship with him, and she isn't able to fully reconcile with him before his death, which is explored intimately in this book (read Lois Lane).

As my friend @fae-morrigan put it while we were discussing this, "I feel you could easily read it in a way where Clark is jealous that Jon's been shown he could be Other Than Good and make an informed choice about Being Good. Where Lois knows that choosing to be good often comes at the expense of other good things (in her case, her relationship with her father)"

There's a key moment in the issue after the above screenshot that really showcases this.

(Lois Lane 2019 issue #5)

It's important to acknowledge that there is no part of Clark that would choose not to be Superman. They're the same guy. Clark would do good anyway in whatever capacity he could, he just happens to have a really large capacity. When he says he is jealous of the choices in front of Jon, it is less about doing or not doing good, but rather about how he's going to do it.

(Superman 2024 issue #1)

My friend @ultfreakme explained this really well. "comparing LOSH to college works like that because Jon's going to college (learning to be a hero), but he gets to pick from a million different majors and fuck around for a bit with a support system to fall back on if he fails. Clark went from high school (regular dude) and straight into a job (being a hero) with no ability to like....try something different."

So that's what we can learn about Lois and Clark from this, but what about Jon? The comics do a really cool thing where they break up Jon's complex thoughts about this choice into multiple conversations with different people. With Lois, Jon expresses the sense of obligation he feels. With Damian, he's able to share his hesitance, even telling him that he doesn't think he wants to accept the invitation at first. Finally, with Clark and Imra, he's able to feel his excitement about this new step in his life. It is all very college! I felt all of these things before I left too! But beyond that, this is also a great example of the way Jon will compartmentalize his issues and limit his vulnerability depending on who he's talking to. He has a tendency to minimize his own feelings in order to make other people more comfortable, which you can really see in the different things he's willing to express with each person.

Anyway, I think there's more to be said here and I'd love to hear what other people think about these moments, but I'll call it here. Moral of the story, read Lois Lane 2019 and then create something for the Jon Kent Week Mama's boy prompt- the Jon and Lois in that book are top tier. Also, if you've gotten this far you clearly like this kind of analysis so here's my post about why they aged up Jon. When I posted it Tumblr had put me in jail and turned me into a robot (wow Absolute Power is so immersive!) so it didn't show up in the tag. Sorry for the plug but I'm a little bitter about it lol.

[ghostinthegallery]

I can't believe The Silence and the Storm is over a year old! The first anniversary was May 27th (yes I missed my own fic's birthday in my defense I was traveling and forgot how time works).

I'm trying to compose my thoughts because this sure feels like a time a blog post would be fitting. However, my engrams are scrambled because...wow do I have too many feelings.

As some background, I've been a writer for a long time. And I've written 3-5 books (depends on how you count "completing" a book but it's 5 full drafts, 3 of which were heavily edited). I wanted to be a trade published writer (still do) and for a while I was feeling good about my chances! I got lucky and received some wonderful professional mentorship (and met one of my best friends during that program!). I took that guidance to query agents (a necessary step for access to most big/medium US publishers). I knew it would be hard and take time but...4 years later all I have to show are a few requests, hundreds of rejections, and one agent who asked me to rewrite my entire book only to reject me anyway (me, bitter? No not at all nooooo).

I'm a creative person and sharing my work feels like sharing a part of myself. Something that is not easy for me to do. After a while I just assumed I was missing something necessary. My work didn't resonate, but I didn't know how to fix it. I’d never reach anyone in the way I so desperately craved, and it was my fault for not being good enough. I felt broken.

During one of many major depressive episodes my spouse bought me a copy of The Infinite and the Divine. That book has changed my life. I was never much of a fanfic writer before. Either I thought the original work was too good and I didn't think I had anything to add or it was too bad so why would I bother with it when I could just go read/watch something better? 40k inspired me though. The ideas are incredible but underutilized enough that I felt like I had something to add.

So I started writing necron fic because why not? There wasn’t enough for me to read, and I needed more robot stories. Maybe I could rediscover my love of the craft, make some friends, make some robots kiss. Distract my mind from the horrors. So I posted a little OC fic and actually got some nice comments. Hey! Positive reinforcement! Hadn't had that in a while.

Emboldened, I continued in the most normal way possible. Going from a 7 chapter OC story to a giant civil war epic including every named necron character I could find with 6 (then 7...then 9) POVs. It was the type of grand space opera I've always wanted to write but never did because I didn’t think I had the skill and it's harder to sell. Luckily AO3 is free. Ain't no playing to the market there!

Now, a 40k necron civil war space opera is...niche. So I wasn't expecting much. I would have been happy with some kudos, some comments. Fan art felt like a pipe dream, but what are writers if not dreamers? The main goal was to enjoy myself. It was low pressure fun, I love the characters, what could go wrong?

Nothing, but I was wholely unprepared for things to go as right as they did. Y’all have been amazing. So many great comments and ideas exchanged, gorgeous art, fun asks, a lot of screaming (it’s fine probably don’t worry). I’ve never had such a strong outpouring of support for my work. It feels incredible. But also sometimes confusing. I’ve trained myself so well to handle rejection that I kind of forgot how to handle acceptance. Especially for something so personal. This is a weird story about undead space robots, there’s a lot of politics, sometimes the robots have sex. It’s got out there head canons, and 99% of the tyranid parts are pulled out of my ass because nobody knows how the space bugs work okay. My weirdness being embraced on this scale is one of the greatest feelings of my life. But it’s also new, and way out of my comfort zone. I’m being seen and adjusting to that.

Still, writing in this space has been one of the most consistently joyful things in my life for…well, over a year now! It’s changed how I view my art. I actually can create stories that touch people and make them feel things. I can take risks and have them pay off. I know not everyone will love this, but some people really seem to love it. That is mind blowing to me.

It’s making me reassess a lot about how I approach my art. Writing and other. I still plan to pursue publication. I want to get paid for my work, but this is making me consider alternate paths that might fit my style (and psyche) better. I don’t know what the future holds, but if you’d told me a year and a half ago that a big part of it would hinge on an AO3 gay robot skeleton space opera…I would have thought you were nuts, but also hoped you were right because that sounds rad as hell.

So in conclusion, thank you all so much for reading <3

[queenofsimpsblog]

You said requests were open soooo can I request a kind of Protective!Shuri x reader where the reader is so overwhelmed with her classes (or just one particular class - for me this semester it’s statistical coding as someone with NO coding experience, if you wanted to be specific) and Shuri, who’s already insanely protective, is comforting the reader? I can imagine Shuri just being so sweet, kissing away tears and in all seriousness telling the reader she “can drop the class right now” because if it makes her girlfriend upset, she doesn’t need to do it - Shuri’s the Queen of Wakanda, she’ll make sure they let you drop (to which the reader obviously says no - it’s a part of her major!). I just love it when people write Shuri as so attentive and protective instead of mean or toxic. Thank you SO MUCH if you write it!! I’m definitely requesting this fully for myself because it’s not even the second week of the semester yet and this coding is kicking my ass 😅 anyway thanks again if you do, no pressure if you don’t want to!!!

stressed out - shuri x reader

A/N: awwww that’s such a cute idea!! so sorry it took so long for me to write this… also i have absolutely no idea what statistical coding is like so i’m just making stuff up about it so sorry if this gets a little inaccurate

i added a bit of ✨spice✨ to the plot, hope that’s okay!

“code failed. please try again.” the robotic voice of your laptop taunted you as you groaned, rubbing your eyes.

statistical coding, in general, was a challenging course. even more so for people who had zero coding experience like you. but since the course was an important aspect of your major, you couldn’t drop it.

you were having an existential crisis at this point. your professor gave an assignment to design an algorithm to organise the medical files of your class, which had 150 people. the medical files were, of course, fake, to protect the privacy of everyone. the objective was to get everyone to more comfortable with organising several data samples. the assignment was kicking your ass.

beep.

your phone buzzed from your bed. you picked it up and looked at the notification.

shuri

hi sthandwa! we still on for today?

you groaned again. shuri planned a cute cafe date for you today. you were super excited until your professor’s assignment destroyed your friday night.

you

i’m sorry babe, gonna have to cancel

i don’t feel well

you hated lying to her. but it was just embarrassing to admit that you were struggling. shuri was the queen of wakanda, a genius. you already felt like you were inferior and weren’t enough for her. telling her you were struggling in a course she could probably finish in her sleep was something you’d never do.

you sighed and rubbed your eyes again, reaching for the monster can on your desk and chugged the remainder, chucking it in the trash can. cracking your knuckles, you pulled open your textbook to find the instructions for developing codes to organise large data samples.

about half an hour later, you heard a loud knock on your dorm door. you looked up and frowned. i didn’t call anyone over, who could it be?

you yanked open the door and saw shuri standing on the other side, looking angry.

“shuri? what’s up, why are you here?” you opened the door wider for her to enter.

“shouldn’t i be asking the questions? you tell me you don’t feel well, then you just go offline. i spammed you so much and you didn’t reply. i was so worried,”

“i’m sorry i was working,”

“shouldn’t you be resting if you’re sick?”

you sighed.

“fine. i lied. i’m not sick, i’m just busy,”

shuri scoffed at your words. “busy? you never lie to me sthandwa. what’s going on? is there someone else on the side?”

your eyes widened. “no! of course not! i was just doing some class work, alright? not a big deal. you can leave now,” you snapped.

shuri paused for a moment, realisation slowly hitting her. she noticed your locks looked messy. the bags under your eyes were huge. your skin looked pasty. and you looked incredibly exhausted.

you were stressed out.

“sthandwa, are you okay? and don’t give me some bullshit that you are, cause i know you’re not. tell me truth usana, let me help you,”

and with that, you broke down. sobs wrecked through your body as you collapsed on the floor, shuri quick on your side to hold you. you stayed like that, in her arms, for nearly half an hour. that’s when you calmed down and kept your gaze on the floor. you were too scared to admit to her what was on your mind.

“y/n, look at me,” she demanded softly. when you refused to move your head, she grabbed your chin for your gaze to meet hers.

“talk to me,”

you sighed and accepted your fate.

“i’m just stressed about my statistical coding class. my professor is an asshole that gives assignments all the time cause he thinks it’s helpful. but it’s not, cause he can’t teach for shit. and i’ve just been scared to tell you because…” you paused, not wanting to continue. shuri gently nudged you with her arm, which forced the words out of you.

“i just don’t want you to think i’m stupid. you’re a genius, and i’m just… average,” you sighed, tearing up again.

“sweetheart it’s alright to struggle every once in a while. i struggle sometimes too. my job isn’t easy,” she chuckled and you let out an exhausted smile.

“just because i make it seem like i understand very complicated things at the first reading, doesn’t mean that’s always the case. i think you’re wonderful. and you’re not stupid! not even close. you remember that one time i struggled to make this code, and you pointed out that it was because i added the numbers instead of multiplying them?”

you laughed at the memory. shuri smiled, knowing she was improving your mood.

“and you know, if it’s too much, you can drop the course. i can let the dean know. i hate to see my love overworked like this,”

“babe, you know i can’t do that! this is my major, i have to suck it up for the next couple years,”

“i refuse to let anyone make my princess feel like she isn’t worth it,” you swooned at her words.

both of you stayed like that together, in silence. it was peaceful. shuri’s presence had that effect on you.

she broke the silence. “okay, how about we take a little study break? go get changed. i’m taking you out for dinner,” you smiled and grabbed her shirt collar, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

oh, what would you do without your sweet shuri?

[weveseenallthegreenery]

Recovery and Loss — Mel Medarda seeks out Viktor after discovering her arcane talents.

mentions of nsfw but not sex-centered | part 5 | 2105 words | moving on | shortfic | alternate season 2 | loosely edited

It took several weeks for Jayce and Viktor to recover. For whatever reason, Viktor refused to use his healing powers on Jayce—and Viktor also looked quite different. His face was longer, skinnier than it had been before, and it appeared that the shimmer scars were spreading up to his chin when they had previously stayed below his neckline. I noticed this in passing but didn’t think much of it at the time due to my own shock.

The pain of the situation was nearly completely gone when I woke up the next morning. I just felt this great sense of nothingness. My mother didn’t seem like she had any intention of killing me before she died. She genuinely seemed like she was trying to tell me something important about Viktor. Yes, she went about the situation in a horrible way—but my mother had always gone about things in a horrible way. War was her number one solution to everything. She wouldn’t have hurt me. I didn’t really believe that even when I accused her of trying to kill me.

For some reason, the half of the community members that didn’t have their bodies destroyed still hadn’t come back. Viktor never explained where he put them or what happened to them, but he told me that they were alive. He’d been extremely secretive since the attack, and it wasn’t helping me feel any better. No one would explain to me what those golden robotic creatures were or why they seemed to want to help us. No one ever explained anything to me anymore. The inclusion that I felt here was starting to feel like it was temporary—like it depended on the situation and I wouldn’t be an equal in times of war.

Jayce and Viktor also wouldn’t stop breeding like rabbits—something about needing comfort during the whole thing, but I wasn’t interested in partaking. I found myself uninterested in most things lately. I sighed in the mirror as I braided my hair into a bun at the top of my head. It had been a while since I’d done my hair like this. I’d been letting my hair grow down and style itself naturally, but I felt like I needed something to do that wasn’t cooking. I decided that cooking for the group wasn’t going to be my thing, and we left it up to Jayce.

I knew I was the only one who didn’t have any major injuries. I was up and moving after my scrapes in a few minutes, and the skin healed over within the next few days. However, something about taking up the hobby I was trying to partake in when my mother raided my home didn’t sit right with me. I helped Jayce and made sure that he didn’t need anything, but I refused to do the actual cooking myself. Jayce was better at it than I could imagine myself being anyway.

I finished my hair style before walking back to the room to check on the boys. Of course, once I got there, Jayce was breathlessly bouncing on the other man’s lap. I stayed quiet for a moment as I watched Jayce cup Viktor’s face in his hands and lean in for a kiss. I had to admit that they looked so intimate when they were in the moment like this—like they really cared for each other. It was nice to watch at times, but I found no pleasure in it as of late. I coughed in my hand after a few minutes of them very obviously not stopping before announcing, “I’ll come back in fifteen minutes. We need to leave the commune today, since you both are relatively healed and we have no one waiting around for us anyway.”

I turned around and left the room before making my way to the garden. Sometimes, when the others were busy like this, I liked to stare out at the White Lion that we’d somehow managed to get to grow around my favorite tree in the place. They were beautiful. In a weird way, they reminded me of my mother. Beautiful, imposing, strong. It felt weird knowing that she had died so easily. She was standing so strong just shortly beforehand. Sometimes, I wondered if those white creatures were demons. They bore colors that reminded me of the rumor of angelic beings, but I couldn’t understand why an angel would behave that way. I could hardly understand anything that happened.

I stayed in the garden for longer than I had initially planned. I told the guys that I’d be back in fifteen, but I ended up staying for what was more like twenty-five. I just stayed there and wondered how life would’ve been if my mother was different, if she wasn’t so focused on war and bloodshed and her reputation. I wondered what would’ve happened if she didn’t breed with a man just to create the ultimate weapon. I wondered what would’ve happened if she wasn’t willing to give up one of her children for the other. I wondered what would’ve happened if she actually showed mercy on the other Noxians, while still maintaining a strong, unified front. I wondered what would’ve happened if that woman possessed a single maternal bone in her body.

I wondered if any of that even mattered. She didn’t do everything she could’ve to raise me into a strong person. In fact, I was sure there were parts of my youth that might’ve traumatized me. However, she did love me. I wanted to believe that she loved Kino. Even though she wanted me to be a weapon, she never forced me to be one. Maybe that was her way of showing me how much she loved me. Maybe me refusing to mourn in elaborate ways was my way of showing her that I loved her back, that I wouldn’t become weak beyond just a moment when I knew that wasn’t what she would’ve wanted from me. Maybe her death was a way to turn me into the weapon she wanted me to be. Maybe I was supposed to be the one wielding the weapon instead of her. Maybe she was meant to create the weapon and I was meant to utilize it. Maybe she had always intended to hurt me but changed her mind as I grew older and she grew attached. Maybe I was thinking too much about something that didn’t mean anything at all anymore. After I realized what I was doing, I immediately turned back to enter the house and make sure the guys were finally done with what they were doing. Thankfully, they were already cleaned up and dressed by the time I got back inside. I’d been trying to convince them to leave the commune for weeks, but they were anxious at the close attempt on their life and the fact that most of the community members had been slaughtered. Due to the understandable nature of their worries, I’d been willing to stay for a moment longer, but we couldn’t wait anymore. If we had kept waiting, we would’ve never made it out in time.

No matter how understandable it was that they needed time, Rictus was still free. In all of the Noxian bodies we’d uncovered, not a single one of them belonged to my mother’s right hand man. She trusted Rictus with every bit of information on her plans, crimes, and intentions. If he was free, that meant that there were still people out there who would finish the job my mother started and take the three of us… or just Viktor. I wasn’t sure what the verdict was now that my mother had been killed. We may have been able to get some mercy out of her, use her love for me as an excuse for Jayce and I to escape and save Viktor at a later point… but Rictus would do exactly what she told him to do before she died, whatever that may be.

“We have to go today,” I repeated my statement from earlier.

Jayce shook his head and ran his fingers through his slightly greasy hair, “We can’t, Mel. The moment we leave the commune, we’re going to be vulnerable to everything that’s out there…”

“This invasion was proof that we’re already vulnerable to everything on the outside, and now there’s even less of us to help defend ourselves,” I argued, “And if Rictus is alive, we probably don’t have any more than another week before the entirety of Noxus is raiding this place to take one or more of us—and I can guarantee you that not all three of us would survive the battle this time.”

Jayce looked like he was about to raise his voice at me, but Viktor put his hand on the other man’s shoulder to silence him. His voice was calm and gentle as he said, “It is time. We must leave.”

“Are you serious?” Jayce snapped his head to stare at The Herald with a shocked expression on his face, “But you weren’t ready to leave yesterday. What changed overnight?”

Viktor shook his head at Jayce and clicked his tongue at him, “Because I am the creator of this place, Jayce. I know when we have overstayed our welcome, and I can feel that this commune will be overrun soon. It belongs to nature now, and I am the least natural thing here.”

I wanted to argue with him and tell him that he had just as much of a place here as the squirrels—although, I did want us to leave—but I couldn’t deny the fact that he had bent nature. He had used the natural force of the arcane, merged it with technology, and basically became a machine using Jayce’s creation. He wasn’t natural anymore. He wasn’t human anymore, and he wasn’t a true part of the arcane… but it hurt to feel like he could be excluded from anything that Jayce and I could be a part of.

“We will find somewhere that embraces the things that use nature to adapt,” I hummed and walked over to kiss his cheek lightly. “But for now, we have to plan on which way to move. I feel like we should try to travel up the mountain. It would take longer for them to track us that way, and due to most of us being stronger than humans, we could travel that way easier than they could. The land up there doesn’t have as much greenery as here, but I’m sure we could survive for a few weeks on the things that we’ve harvested recently and make it to the bridge to Piltover within that time. It definitely isn’t a shortcut, but it is still a way to the city above.”

Jayce hesitated before mentioning, “My leg isn’t able to function as well with the brace as it was naturally. I’m not sure that I would be able to travel long distances upland.”

“For the period in which you couldn’t travel, Viktor and I could take turns carrying you,” I suggested.

Jayce’s eyes widened at the suggestion. He stood up abruptly and put his hands in front of himself in defense, “I’m a grown man. There’s no reason that anyone should have to carry me.”

“Then, what alternative route do you suggest?” I raised an eyebrow at him in challenge. “Have you been studying the terrain in the other directions? We can’t go through the valley if that’s how they accessed this area in the first place. It’s too much of a loose cannon.”

“We should go up the mountain,” Viktor’s voice shocked me. “We need to make sure that we can get as far away from the commune as soon as possible without risking being caught on our way out. Once we reach higher ground, we are also much less at risk to things like avalanche and surprise attacks. There aren’t many mountain creatures in the undercity, so we would be fine in that department. It seems like the best route to go.”

Viktor and Jayce had been bonding a lot lately, processing their emotions together—so it was really shocking to me that Viktor agreed with me on something. I had felt really left out lately. I missed him. I missed both of them, but I didn’t know how to articulate that without seeming weak or being forced to process my feelings along with them. It was refreshing to see that Viktor was on my side for once, despite all the secrets that he’d been keeping lately.

“Fine,” Jayce sighed and sat back down to buckle his shoes.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | smut filler | part 5 | part 6

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Heartfelt Letters

Violet Evergarden x GN!Reader Summary: None!

★☽A/N: I rewatched Violet Evergarden and I cried so much!! I cried at least 5 times! :,(( At the beginning, I decided I wanted to try something different. Anyways, this is all you lovely people who love Violet!!

Contents: Fluff and Angst!

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It has been a few months since Violet’s employment at the CH Postal Company. Although some of us didn’t really like her, we warmed up to her soon. Since Cattleya has been busy lately, I was assigned to take care of her. She’s been getting good at writing letters. Every love letter she wrote made men's hearts race and women's hearts weep.

I actually believed that she wasn’t capable of writing letters, let alone love letters. But after she wrote that short letter for her friend’s brother, she has been really good! She seems well-educated and well-mannered despite being ex-military.

She rarely asks for help, no matter the situation. The only times she needs our help, it would be to find the meaning of something that’s new to her. I couldn’t help but chuckle when she asked me what a microwave is! She always seems to talk to me, asking all sorts of things..

She once asked me what love meant.. I didn’t really know how to answer that time. Love is complicated and it can’t simply be explained with words but with feelings. I told her, “Love is the feeling you’ll feel with someone special. It can’t exactly be explained with words. You’ll know when you meet that one person who makes you feel special.” She looked confused at first, tilting her head in confusion, before her expression changed.

“Someone special like Major Gilbert?” I nodded in response. “There’s all sorts of special people. Like a “parental figure” or “sibling figure” type of special,” I explained again. She just nodded and went back to work on her assignments given by Cattleya to keep up her usual pace of writing. She was a strange girl, alright..

As the months flew by, it soon became years. She just turned 18, meaning she has been in the company for 4 years. She became more expressive, no longer having a robot-like personality. I was really happy for her! She’s also become much more popular after her work with the princess of Drossel. I read her work and it was really romantic and lovely. I could tell she worked really hard over these four years.

She has also been talking to me a lot more than before. Instead of asking about information, she's been asking me different things. Like my family and such. I wondered why she asked about my family so often… From what I heard from the president, she grew up on the battlefield and never knew her family. I felt so bad for her and her situation. I believed that no one deserved to be brought into that sort of situation.

Violet has also been trusting me more. She would allow me to do things, like helping her with her books, help cleaning her room, and other stuff that she never allowed the others to do.

I don’t know why… But I felt… like a pit in my stomach whenever I talk to her. Like a clutter of butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what it meant back then. . But I wished that I did. Because as the years went by, I ignored those feelings, maybe even suppressed them. By the time I realized.. She had reunited with her beloved, Major Gilbert.

I was happy for her, truly! But in my heart, it ached for her love. But I knew that I had realized too late. She was with the one she loved, and I should’ve been happy with that.. But I wasn’t. As a last resort, I asked to see her alone. I held her cold-felt prosthetics and looked at her with eyes I never showed.

“I wish I'd realized sooner… I love you, Violet,” I said in a hushed voice. I didn’t intend to have such a soft voice, but the tears prevented me from having a louder voice. Violet was surprised, but she knew it wasn’t right to lead me. “I’m sorry, Y/N.. But I love Major Gilbert.” Her blunt words were like a million knives stabbed into my heart. My heart ached in pain, I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring.

But, I understood her perfectly well. I didn’t want to stop her from loving the person she actually cared about. I was just a small rebound to her, unintentionally. I just gave a small smile, tears filled my view. I nodded to her and told her that it’s okay, and that I was happy for her.

But in my heart, I wasn’t.

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I am truly dumbfounded at how people find peace with their own life, with their own creativity, when major artists die, and people talk about them as if they were the last person that will ever make anything that ever matters, and will even say that we're leaving a legendary time, and in every possible way will drop pins that anyone currently alive or creating and there art is inherently trash, or isn't worth anything. I know that these people aren't accomplishing the same things that the artists who they admire are so how do they live so contently and even encourage the narrative that themselves and those around them in the art that is made isn't worth anything? How can they live such a bleak empty hollow belief and existence, to be so abrasive towards those that are actively around them who are creating and living, to do nothing but insult into abuse them into act like the deceased we're the only ones that ever matter just because of the specific way the impact of the world? I am criopingly alone with these thoughts everyday that devastate me everywhere that I turn and I feel like I'm the only one that feels or sees things this way, that sees how detrimentally wrong everyone sees things are, abusing those around them who are creative and only praising those that are distant or far away from them and it never changes, everyone is speaking a broken language that devastates and cripples me that I don't understand and frankly don't want to. How do people find peace talking about most people like their trash everyday and as if only a handful are worth anything when they're gone, or as if that would be a just way to see things anyway? I don't understand how people think and I've never felt more sick in the head or alone or isolated wondering these thoughts, with not a single person who goes down the trail of thoughts that I do or the language that I speak. I feel more crazy every day

I see nothing but isolation and pain, there is nothing but isolation and pain. When other people like me talk about the despair of knowing that they have to spend the rest of their life being a robot for things that they don't care about and how devastated they are that they'll never be considered an artist people patronize them and ask them why they should remember them, as if that's not part of the entire point as to why we're devastated. Who are these people all over the internet that only talk about the deceased artists, or any artist in general as if they're the only ones that were ever worth anything when there's so many life and people and beliefs everyday? How do people see themselves in their lives and others with such disrespect and so bleakly? Are other people even thinking or caring about anything actively happening at all? Why is modern society so fake and sick? Why am I one of the only people acknowledging it? The psychological spiritual suffering and creative suffering of daily people is unimaginable, and very few people seem to care to do anything about it except it continue to insult it, so much to the point that I feel mad like I should be embarrassed for even feeling this way or for wanting just to be recognized for something as simple as wanting to be listened and heard, and for others too as well. The more I talk about it the more that it's all that I can see or will ever be able to see