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mysteriouslybluepirate · 1 year ago

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So overall I don't like the OFMD Reddit. I've tried to create a post about why narratively I felt S2 didn't work ignoring the Izzy stuff, one only about the Izzy stuff(since there are very few Izzy-focused fans on there), then another talking about Olu/Jim/(Archie/Zheng) talking about why I was disappointed in it. If it's a negative post, moderators won't approve the post to go live. Which I don't love. But okay, if you want a positive echo chamber to offset Tumblr and Twitter about this season, sure.

I still check it out of curiosity when I stumble across this GEM.

We've had quite a bit of time to debate this. Almost two years, and this was posted 11/15/23. Yes, the OP was very kind (I agree that Ed thought that Stede was cool cause he beat Izzy, and was a new pirate on the scene. Then once he realizes how dumb the crew is the plan springs up into place), and I'm not hating on them specifically. Just that some social media places are just still at this point.

I blame a large section of the fanbase for not EVER reading any Izzy POV meta. Who are now scrambling to go back to rewatch S1 knowing what we know about Izzy now.

If you want to see all the responses, ranging from those I agree with to those that are just wild, let me know, I might put the link in the comments my favorites range from. 'Blackbeard wanted to but Ed didn't' to the usual Izzy is a superhuman being. To 'ALL THIS WAS JUST TO KEEP IZZY ON THE SHIP'?

Do they not see how INTERESTING the dynamic between Ed and Izzy is? That their relationship is giving and pulling at just the right times? Izzy trying to maintain their shield and Ed desperately trying to find a life where he doesn't hate himself? Both of them DON'T REALLY WANT THIS-Ed being openly suicidal to Izzy keeping his head down and working- living day by day- each NOT talking about their issues.

That hiding behind the Blackbeard name is the only way they'll survive? That killing Stede Bonnet could genuinely give Ed the out he craves. Izzy could then Captain a ship full of a crew that (theoretically) already fears and respects him?

[Not that Izzy would be good at it, or even want to be away from Ed, but you get my point. This was a *change in their lives* that is VERY tempting to two men who have been in survival mode for YEARS-

Also, it's very obvious Jenkins didn't plan Izzy's character out, so Izzy wanting to captain to me can just be written off as Jenkins not knowing the character yet, since he NEVER PAYS THE SCENE -WHERE IZZY IS FLATTERED AT POTENTIALLY BEING GIVEN TITLE CAPTIN-OFF (cough cough Izzy could have been the captain/first mate S2ep8)...moving on]

If Lucius didn't stumble in, Ed would have killed Stede here. He was aiming for a fatal spot in his neck and actively swinging down, I couldn't find a gif and had to take a photo on my phone, but you get my point.

Ed then realizes that not only was he willing to kill a guy who, overall, had been very kind to him, but then gets the Kraken as a reminder that he HAS killed. That he's spent his entire life killing to put himself into a better spot. Slowly rising up the ranks, and it's never been enough to keep him happy. Be it his dad, or fuck, even killing this rich dude and stealing his identity.

~BUT NO~

Izzy is SO EVIL guys, Ed doesn't want to kill Stede! He just has to pretend to be violent in front of Izzy so Izzy doesn't mutiny or leave him!! Doesn't that TOTALLY make sense? Ed's struggling since he never wanted to kill Stede, and he's struggling with the 'order' Izzy gave him!!

[Ignoring how Ed wanted to help him retire in the first place, how Izzy nudges Ed to follow the fisherman thing, and how Ed wanted Izzy to *stay* in the first place.]

The reddit is FILLED with takes like this, btw. Sorry if it seems like straw-manning, but I can find the posts if you need them.

#ofmd #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd critical #Maybe?#ofmd meta #ofmd analysis #our flag means death

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thesharktanksdriver · 2 years ago

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Academic Achievements (romantic)

Requested by - can i request an academic rivals to lovers w/ damian? :) maybe a dash of angst >:)

Angst heh? Ha ahhahahhahahahhahahhahahahhahahha yes~

Btw some topics of bullying, class division and Damien kinda being a little shit at the beginning (but we all expected that)

Damien Wayne was a stuck up snooty brat who didn’t work for anything that came his way

Controversial opinion but it was one held by you and the handful of other kids of Gotham academy that came from blue collar or lower class families

Everything came to him with a flick of a finger whether that be his lunch on a silver platter or the attention of others. It was effortless, truly and utterly effortless

He never truly had to work for what he’s gotten in your eyes

Just another rich kid at this academy that’s populated by them

What makes him different though is that he’s a Wayne, a breed of rich all on its own

Practically royalty to Gotham society

He and them get in on money and name alone while you and a handful of others have to work their asses off to get in

It isn’t fair but you’ve accepted that at this point

It’s why you dedicated yourself to studying, to be better than them, than him for once

All students at this school were given a somewhat level playing ground when it came to actual grades

Sure, some had tutors and private fancy teaches at home to help but unless they actually cared they could not buy their way to victory

This in itself gave you enough edge to be head of class academic wise

Well not before the Wayne whom was your age had to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong and had decided he’d try to outsmart you

It started off small at first, projects in which he’d try to constantly one up you

Sending you snide smirks from across the class

You never acknowledged them but perhaps that’s what made him more determined. More pissed off that it didn’t aggravate you like he had intended

So he moves into trying to answer questions faster than you

Raising his hand up high as to be picked first

And so on and so fourth with his attempts

It was getting annoying but you’d put up with worse, much worse at this school

But he just didn’t seem to get any hints

Especially not when he one day tracked you down at lunch while you were in the art room

It was one of your only sanctuaries here. You are in peace without the threat of getting food or a drink dumped on you by some prissy girl again for not agreeing to give her the answers she wanted for homework

You just want to be left in peace but he doesn’t get that

No, he had to stick his nose where he shouldn’t have

He tells you to give up, that he’ll win and it’ll just be easier for you accept that

You almost punch him but hold back knowing you’d be fucked if you did that

You tell him to fuck off

And that leads to the two of you arguing loudly though fortunately no one was around

Rose white statues are the only ones that see and hear the carnage

Words are thrown back and forth, like a rocking ship before it crashes bow first into the waves

Sinking deep into ice cold murky waters as neither of you back down

For him it was his pride that kept him going, for you it was your stubbornness and determination that pushed you

Two opposing forces, an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object

A fiery red rage vs seething cold fury

“You just can’t let anyone be better at you than anything huh?. That’s the problem here, you just won’t let anyone else win. You already have everything, for once stop being selfish and just give others that chance at victory, you get it enough as it is for just waving a hand in a certain direction”

“Why do you even care so much!?, does your self esteem really hang so much on your position as the top of class?”

“Damien, I’ve had to work MY ass off to get into this school along with my friends. We fucking cried when the acceptance letters came in, and it’s a miracle that the school was merciful enough to pay for me!. You don’t have to worry about that!, you probably didn’t even bat an fucking eye when that letter came because it didn’t matter to you but it does for ME!. It matters to me cause it’s the only thing I can do that everyone else can’t just pay to win”

You leave after that, grabbing your book bag and slinging it over your shoulder as you storm past him to go to your next class. Tears lining your eyes that you hold back and push away

You wouldn’t cry, not in this jungle where the moment you show weakness they’ll descend upon you like vultures to pick away at your self esteem even more

He doesn’t move oddly enough but you don’t pay attention to it much

That night when you barely catch the bus home and then have to walk for at least another 15 minutes with your hands gripping a small pocket knife as you get home.

It’s late, dinner is cold but you don’t have the effort to place it in the microwave

You go to study for the missed time at lunch from your altercation

Your tired and cold from the walk, cheeks still red and nose stuffy but you don’t care

You pull out your notebook and begin to answer equations as best you can

The words from before playing in your mind before you drowned it out with the soundtrack of howls moving castle

As Damien returns home though he’s…shaken so to say

He kinda realizes he may have gone a step too far, a line crossed in the sand that he bounded over in pursuit of something

It also makes him realize how in some ways you were right, which he didn’t want to admit aloud

He didn’t think much about that initial letter, he tossed it away noting giving it the time of day

He knew he was smart and would’ve passed the test to get in but his fathers money had paid for him not to go through that effort

And you were right, he didn’t let others win

He always thought that was a good trait, but perhaps in cases like this it wasn’t as good as initially perceived to be

He would usually go to Dick or his father for advice but instead he goes to Todd for it

Knowing how he had a better grip on what it was like to not live rich in Gotham

And well…

“Wow ok…yeah kinda dick thing to do. You came at them unprovoked and then tried to take a crack at self esteem…good going”

And that’s when the guilt begins to set in the longer he talks to his older adoptive brother

And it hits bad especially when he knows a simple apology won’t likely cut it

It’s during the next couple of days that he watches you in a new light

Compared to him and everyone else who had large social groups your relatively alone

Only one or two friends who come to your side

It’s also here he now notices the divide that he for some reason never caught onto while at the school

Damien is a loner yes, but if he wanted friends he had people who would flock to him at a heartbeat. People who seemed to adore his every breath, a single wave getting a few cheering at getting his attention

But for you and your friends there is disdain and disgust. Like seeing a bug crawled it’s way on your table before swatting it away

But you can’t be swatted, no matter how many times someone pours water or attempts to trip you it ends up with you walking it off

Giving a glare that sends them running off with giggles as they hide a smirk behind a small “oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there”

You never say anything about it though, you never go to a teacher or report it at all

You just take it and it makes him confused as to why you stood up to him and not them

It’s why he returns to you after a week or so of observations

Once again interrupting your lunch as you worked on a new painting

“Oh…your back.”

“I’ve…” he pauses for a moment trying to find the right words, pride be damned “I’ve come to say I’m sorry”

You stop your painting at that, mid-stroke as you put down your brush and turn back to look at him. “I don’t believe that” it comes out your mouth and he’s left to stare

“And how would I make you do so?”

“If you really want that then show me change. Show me that you work for what you get just like I do, then I’ll respect you, then I’ll accept your apology”

That seems to hit something in him since he pauses whatever response he had

And surprisingly enough he nods

It’s from that point on you notice that there’s a shift in the young Wayne

One that others also begin to catch onto

It’s a slow process but you begin having lunch with him…well more like he joins you for lunch as you either study or continue your paintings

He shows his notebooks when your stuck and how a truck into solving a question

When others are jeering at you or your friends he steps in, glaring them down

At some point he even reported on a few students after one had poured a drink on your friend purposely

For once the report wasn’t brushed aside

There are definitely jealous glared from others about how he seemed keen on spending time with you but you don’t pay it any mind

Especially not when your working on a history project about the Ottoman Empire which he had extensive knowledge about

You…begin to enjoy his presence

At first you tolerated it but now you genuinely enjoy when he meets up at lunch and integrates himself into your small group of friends

He seems happier, more content and not scowling all the time

In class the two of you start a playful competition, not like before which was motivated by bitterness and pride

Now it’s just for the hell of it as mrs.smith can only watch as the two of you fling your hands up to answer

Afterwards depending who answered the most you’d both do a dare

He begins to actually seem like a kid and not a self-centered robot

You both begin to partner up for projects

He ends up at your small house since you don’t feel quite comfortable yet going to his place, partially in fear of being out of place

He doesn’t seem to mind but tells you that his family would love you

You wave the comment off but it does help ease your nerves slightly

In your home he finds a certain sense of normalcy he’d never really experienced

This feels like what a normal home should be like, small and cozy

Fruit left out by your mom with a note saying to have a snack

He enjoys it wholeheartedly and can’t help but smile when he keeps returning to work with you on the project

Perhaps with a bit more eagerness than he’d like to admit which makes Alfred smile knowingly

Eventually you end up at the manor with him

Your nervous and clutching your bag as your fingers fidgeted

He sees this and takes your hand

Squeezing it in a silent gesture of “it’s alright” and “your gonna be ok”

You swear your heart skips a beat yet you ignore the feeling as you step out a the car with him

The large building and its gates seeming to look over you before your attention is taken away at the sight of a dog

He smiles as the dog comes bounding forwards, stopping for a moment to sniff you before he seemingly gave you permission to pet him

“What’s his name?”

“This is Titus. He’s my dog, and resident best friend”

You giggle a bit at that as Titus pushed his snout into your hand

Tail wagging back and forth before he followed the two of you into the large home

It feels grandiose and elegant

You’d only ever see bits and pieces from magazines or on tv but seeing it in person felt like something else

Almost like walking into a book or painting

Damien guides you through the old halls and into their private library

There are a few stacked books left on a table, all of which are related to your shared project

Honestly this placed seemed like heaven

The two of you work on the project but it’s intercepted by moments of the two of you just passionately talking about the subject

Neither of you had seen it before but both of you are overwhelmingly passionate and headstrong

A reason why you’d both clashed heads before but now seemingly brung you both together

At some point he asks about your art and you somewhat shyly tell him of your hobby

How you sell your pieces on the side to make some extra money since your parents only make enough to get by

Surprisingly he compliments your skill, the techniques you’d learned over years of trial and error

And it’s…nice

You feel warm and fuzzy on the inside just as he does when you ask him to tell you more about his pets or about his roots

Eventually you have to leave but you come back soon after to confine the project

The two of you making a schedule where you sometimes go to your house or his

It’s through this you meet his kind butler who is nothing but kind and caring as he delivers cookies

Along with brief instances of Damien’s older brothers who are seemingly shocked

Especially the slightly (in your eyes) infamous Dick Grayson who peaks in as you both study

Well…before Damien hucks a book at his head yelling for him to leave

The king of Gotham himself, Bruce Wayne even stops by when your about to leave to talk to you

He thanks you for having such a positive change on Damien and your left a bit flustered by it

Especially since the man says your always welcome in their home and that your always welcome if you need help

Things seem better for both you and Damien

You’d been selling more paintings as he actually gained a group of tight knit friends who were just as nerdy as he was

Things are good

So good in-fact that Damien ends up inviting you to a gala him and his family were invited too as his plus one

Aomehow he ends up convincing you to join, even helping you find something appropriate for the occasion at a new exhibit at the Gotham art museum

A place you’d visited before for a couple feudal trips yet never saw in its actual capacity

As the celebrations start the tow of you quickly end up wandering the empty halls, admiring the art

You were both the only kids there so it was only natural to do so, besides, the adults were all mingling with one another

There are countless classics and styles of all kinds ranging from paintings to sculptures

All of which lead to the two of you talking of your interpretations of the meaning

Before you both end up at a painting with a black dot in the middle

Nothing else, just a blank white canvas with a dot

The sight of which makes you giggle

the sound makes his eyes widen and heart race, it sounds like the chimes that would happen from a light summer’s breeze or the fluttering of petals in the wind

And then he joins along in your giggles as the two of you stare at the hoity toity painting of a plane black dot on a white canvas

“I think I make better works than that” you joke

“Think?, no you definitely make better stuff than this. I don’t buy bad art”

Wait what?

You turn to him and he seems to catch what he had said

You notice that his avoids eye contact and how turns to face slightly away from you

“You…your the person who bought my art?. Why?”

“Like I said, I don’t buy bad art. Yours is much better than some of the stuff here, father even thought so”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered as you feel butterflies in your stomach

Off in the distance the two of you can hear the sound of classical music

It’s muffled and too slow for your taste so you pull out your phone and AirPods

“Wanna dance to some real tunes?”

He smiles and takes the AirPod as you press shuffle on your playlist

The sound of “lovesong” by the cure playing conveniently in both your ears

Damien takes your hand and you both take turns leading the dance

He can’t help but grin happily

Neither of you notice his family pealing into the room watching with happy smiles

Nor how Tim had kinds maybe hacked your phone to play that song

#dc x reader #damien wayne x reader

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viivzn · 6 months ago

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Hai pookie can i request aiden with zip!Reader:3

Just headcanons<3

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a/n. aiden?1!1!1?11!?1!2?2! screanknh rni omg 💓💓 btw you didn't really specify which event nor scenario it is so im probably going the before, during, after thijgy ifk

a/n#2. also Aiden x ceiling real only canon ship!11!!1!1!1!! can be seen as platonic or romantic. not proofread !!

━━━━ before

you guys are like best buddies. nothing special.

due to his family being rich, he'd probably buy you anything along with your younger brother, chip.

you didn't want to go on a fieldtrip because you had suspicions about it,, plus your parents are vastly strict. so sometimes you would have to sneak out of your shelter.

but let's move on shall we

well, needless to say ━━━ aiden would lend you the invitation card to the field trip. you already denied his offer the first time due to both of your parents.

although he didn't care, he'd lawfully do anything to hang out or be with him. you guys are friends after all.

"i wouldn't trust the lady if we're you guys,," you huffed in frustration, walking with your circle of friends as they continued to roam around the building's undercroft. the blonde lad scoffed, placing his free arm around your shoulder, "oh c'mon, stop being such a coward, [name]. this place actually seems so cool—" "no, what the hell aiden. first of first, im not a coward, i only agreed because you wanted me to go with you. second of all, it's not, it's slightly giving me shivers.", you expressed, lifting his one arm around your shoulder.

however, you still kept quiet, not wanting to bother their 'exploration' and such.

well not until you saw the distorted-like shadow behind ashlyn.

━━━━ during

holy shit, was all you thought on your mind. playing the scene that happened a few hours ago.

your mind was filled with a lot of thoughts, you knew this field was going to go wrong at some point.

yet nobody believed you.

nonetheless, you just slept it off, not attempting to talk with your circle of friends, or as if you call them friends.

well not aiden, if you think about it. he saw the horror in your eyes, as might be expected, he'd be concerned about you.

now let's move on to your point of view.

you slept uncomfortably, thoroughly a mess. or maybe you couldn't sleep at all, that scenery kept playing and playing through your mind, the blood, the huge gash on ashlyn's arm? that's a no-no for you.

nevertheless, you swiftly woke up, wanting to drink at least a glass of water, although your expectations failed to avail. you were about to lay your foot on the flat surface but a hand quickly grabbed it causing you to panic.

what's the point of screaming when you can defend yourself anyways

swiftly grabbing the dagger from your small pocket, you quickly gashed the hand that was pulling you under the bed, revealing a cut hand along with the wrist, you gagged at sight of for you to throw it away. looking around your circumambient, you spot a lot of shadow-looking monsters on the glass window, ━━━ who was trying to get in your vacant room. hearing the doorknob click made you look back at the solid entry way, preparing a fighting stance only to reveal logan, ashlyn, taylor, tyler and aiden. as aiden spotted you, he quickly pulled you into a hug, ruffling your hair at the back. "im glad your back. i always knew you were special."

━━━━ after

days, hours, minutes, seconds passes by, the same old 'dream' or not presumably ━━━━ getting used to it time by time made your sleep schedule turn into a mess. all because it started on the creepy arse haunted building. the lady sure set you guys up.

every now and then, you guys would arrange and get ready at the abandoned busses that was right next to ashlyn's house ━━━━ every twelve a.m in the midnight.

and thanks to aiden's rich ass, he bought some lights and a few set ups whenever you and your friends would go out to get some supplies whenever they forgot to before this stuff happened.

time skip woohio

"are you serious?! you would choose to stay at the school!?" tyler yelled, the rest blabbering and arguing about tyler's yapping though you didn't mind the nonsense and just continued running in the halls until you guys find a safe spot.

entering the room that ashlyn went in, everyone sat on a place they could sit on ━━━━ to rest their body or refill their stamine or breath you could say. you took your leatherbag and took your time to eat anything that's in your bag. aiden glanced at you and chuckled. you took notice of this and glared at him, giving him the 'what' face. "so, food over death?", he inquired.

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ninjadeathblade · 10 months ago

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Febuwhump Day Four: Obedience

Warnings: Violence, Pong Krell, it's set during the war on Umbara, injury, death

Word count: 1,823

Author's notes: It took me ages to decide on this and a while to write it. But I haven't written for a more mainstream fandom in ages so here! Take some Umbara angst! (Also, sorry if some of the terminology is incorrect, I focused more on getting the dialogue correct) (btw, you can go find the prompt list at @febuwhump)

“Sir, we've been keeping this pace for twelve hours now,” Kix pointed out to Rex. “The men are getting worn down. We should rest.”

The captain quickened his pace slightly, enough to catch up to Pong Krell.

Kix strained to overhear their conversation.

“General Krell, the top of this ridge will make a good place for the men to make camp,” Rex said.

“The men don't need rest,” General Krell replied. “They need the resolve to complete the task at hand.”

“But sir-”

“CT-7567, are you reading me?”

Kix bit back a protest at the use of his brother's designation.

They had names, all of them.

And even though Kix didn't like General Skywalker's less than cautious plans, at least he would respect that and try to learn their names.

To their general, they weren't all the same.

“Excuse me, sir?” Rex questioned.

“I asked you a question, CT-7567. Do you understand the need to adhere to my strategy?” General Krell asked.

“Sir, the terrain is extremely hostile,” Rex reasoned. “Despite the difficulty of the conditions, the battalion is making good time. These men just need a little break.”

The general rounded on Rex, holding out an accusatory finger. “Captain, do I need to remind you of this battalion’s strategic mission in conquering this planet? Look back. See those platoons?”

Kix looked back at the weary brothers that trudged along behind him.

Already so much fewer than had boarded carrier ships to begin with.

“Their mission is to take this city and take it swiftly.” Kix looked back over as the jedi spoke again. “Time and rest are luxuries the Republic cannot afford.”

What?

More men would die if they didn't rest, was the general insane?

“We are the key to this invasion. The other battalion's are counting on our support. If we fail, everyone fails. Do you understand this?”

The general rose his voice. “Do all of you understand this? Now move on!”

Rex merely looked back at his brothers before wearily tilting his head in the direction of the seemingly tireless Besalisk.

Kix stared at the mist-covered floor as they trudged onwards.

He wished that this battle would be over.

~•~

Kix dragged another soldier into relative safety, thankful for the cover fire provided by Rex, Jesse and Dogma.

He removed the younger clone's bucket. “You're going to be okay buddy. This will ease the pain.”

The clone let out another pained groan as he treated them.

The firefight they'd ended up in was horrendous.

General Krell spoke to General Kenobi about something while the clones fought for their lives.

If it were General Skywalker, then he'd be fighting right alongside his men.

“Incoming, incoming!”

Kix flattened himself to the ground as another explosive blast went off nearby.

They fought their way out once the general was done with his call.

~•~

Rex stood in front of all of them. “Alright, listen up. We'll assemble the squads into two divisions. We'll move straight up this gorge towards the airbase at the far side.”

“The casualties are going to be high,” Kix protested.

“Is Krell trying to get us killed?” Tup added beside him.

“You know, I wasn't sure that Krell was crazy before,” Jesse said. “But now I'm positive.”

Fives spoke up. “We had to retreat from the capital because the general pushed a flawed strategy. Now this?”

Hardcase didn't seem to understand the fuss. “I don't know. Could be fun.”

Fun?!

They'd already lost dozens if not hundreds of men, how could any of this be fun?!

“Well, I for one agree with the general's plan,” Dogma argued. “We're running out of time, and this is the best option.”

“No recon?” Jesse asked. “No air support?” He banged his bucket against the side of his tattooed head. “We don't know what we're up against. They have weapons we've never seen before.”

Rex tried to calm the situation back down again. “A few of General Skywalker's plans seemed reckless too, but they worked.”

“Yeah, but General Skywalker is usually leading his men up in the front,” Fives pointed out. “Not bringing up the rear like General Krell. A full-forward assault would leave us too exposed.”

The men around them all murmured to one another, seemingly agreeing with the ARC Trooper.

“We have to look at other options”

“It's going to be a meat-grinder down there.”

How was Fives the one seeing reason here?

Reckless Fives who had always gotten into trouble, who Kix remembers being brought to their battalion by Rex.

Fives who seemed to be his most often patient aside from Hardcase.

Fives, who had quietened down and started being more rational after he lost Echo.

Fives who had locked himself into a medical cupboard one time so he could cry in secret. When Kix hadn't the heart to tell him that he'd heard the younger clone's cries and that was the real reason he was in the medical bay so late.

Fives, who had never been Kix's favourite, but always seemed to have a plan.

How was his captain not seeing reason but Fives was?

Rex and Dogma looked around.

“Fives.”

Kix sighed as Fives followed their captain.

He couldn't hear their discussion but he could tell it was growing more heated as disagreement built between them.

Jesse turned around, shooting him a slightly worried smile. “You know, we'll probably be okay.”

Probably.

It would be a miracle to get through this while obeying General Krell’s orders.

~•~

Kix whirled around as something burrowed out of the ground.

A trooper beside him let out a quiet curse. “Oh skrag.”

The creature- no, machine - must have been huge, metal limbs clicking as ominous blue light filtered from between segments of its body.

One massive blue window took up the thing's face, shining bright in the dark surroundings.

It erupted into chaos as practically everyone started firing their blasters.

Nothing worked but whatever the thing was definitely had enough fire of its own.

The men made a retreat back to the cover of the trees behind them, trying to escape the mechanical monstrosity heading for them.

Kix watched as a couple of the ATs blew up.

“It's head is ray-shieled, we need rocket launchers!”

Some of his brothers were shouting.

Kix could hardly hear it.

All he could think of was to save as many men as possible.

He darted between troops, checking for pulses or breathing and then rooting through his supplies for something- anything that might help in the slightest.

Kix darted over to a rocket-carrier after the insectoid machine crawled off of him.

“Take it, take it,” the injured man wheezed to another trooper.

“I got him,” Kix yelled over the surrounding hurricane of noise, trying not to wince at the yell made when he dragged the injured clone to safety.

Rex ran nearby him, signalling to whoever had picked up the rocket launcher. “Go. Go, go, go! Keep moving, keep moving!”

Kix did as much as he could.

It didn't matter.

He duly noted that the machine screeched and its rounds of fire went everywhere as a rocket did manage to hit its face.

“Everyone regroup, now! Take cover!” Rex ordered.

“Move it! Move it!”

Kix reluctantly tailed them, looking back at the scattered bodies behind them.

“We're safe for the moment. They'll be coming around any second,” Fives breathed heavily.

Kix made a mental note to check him later.

“Bring up the launchers,” Rex instructed. “Spread detonators along that corridor. Trap them into the bottleneck. We're going to blow these things sky high.”

Kix crouched in preparation, chest rising and falling quickly as his vode goaded the machines towards them and Rex detonated the set up explosives.

They took a mere moment to celebrate their meagre success.

~•~

Kix rushed forward, firing volleys as two insectoid animals hovered over a body. “Hey! Still hungry? Chew on that!”

One of them went down with his blaster shots, Rex killing off the other one. “Everyone, keep moving.”

Kix trained his gun on the animal, wary that it might be faking its death.

“Hey, Kix, leave it.”

He slowly lowered his weapon before tailing his brothers.

~•~

Two more large tanks, sending off volleys at them already.

Kix and Rex helped move a wounded soldier to cover.

“Keep the wounded as quiet as possible,” Rex instructed.

Kix nodded, keeping an ear out as he tended to his most recent patient.

“Alright, you heard the general. Let's go.”

“You can't be serious,” Jesse complained.

“I used to think General Krell was reckless, but now I'm beginning to think he just hates clones,” Fives spat.

“The captain is right. Now let's move out,” Dogma replied.

Fives spoke to Rex. “We can't take them on. We need to find another way.”

“You got any ideas?” Rex questioned.

Ah, Kix recognised that tone.

Rex was tired and stressed and he was beginning to break.

All of them were at their limits but as the commanding officer amongst them, he wasn't allowed to show that.

Rex was playing the role he had to play so that no one else would become demoralised.

Kix assumed Fives shook his head.

“Then this is it.”

The captain sprinted out of cover.

“Okay, let's do it,” Hardcase said, as if they had any other choice.

If General Skywalker were here then they wouldn’t have to follow such idiotic orders.

~•~

Kix looked back and forth between a tank and the trooper he'd been trying to help, dismay striking through him as they'd been struck by a bolt of fire.

One of the tank's feet raised, ready to crush him.

Kix jumped back just in time before quickly darting in to help the clone who hadn't dodged, dragging them. “Help me with the wounded!”

Fives and Rex sprinted over to him.

“We’ve got to get these guys out of here,” Kix called.

Fives moved past him to provide covering fire while Rex helped him move the trooper to safety.

Kix began to walk back towards the battle when a hand clamped down into his shoulder. “Forget it. We have to leave them.”

Kix whirled around, pointing to the battlefield while he addressed his captain. “We can't just leave them, sir!”

Rex shook his head. “You don't have a choice. That's an order.” The captain began to walk away.

“You sound like General Krell,” Kix accused.

Rex halted before turning back to him. “Look, Kix, it's more important to save yourself right now. If we survive, you can patch up the wounded later.”

“We're… We're finished,” Tup sighed.

Kix barely heard the rest of the conversation.

He was a medic, his job was to help those who were wounded.

He understood that he couldn't help everyone but the fact Rex had ordered him?

That hurt.

He wanted to leave this planet, and never see it again.

But if he was going to leave it, it would be with his brothers.

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tumbleringismycopingmechanism · 2 months ago

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(Question comes from this post by @pancake-breakfast . My other answers are linked in my pinned post.)

3. Discuss the various elements of modern culture and/or society, both good and bad, as reflected by least one of the following centaur groups: Bird-taurs, Centaurs ™, Mole-taurs, Cat-taurs, Cold-taurs.

Birdtaurs:

The Birdtaurs reflect both social media and fandom culture. In their introduction episode there’s a heavier focus on the fandom culture aspect. They kidnap the herd out of their normal life because they think they’re entitled to an „update“ on their „show“. It is worth noting that they could have gotten that update from one of the birdtaurs, but they instead go to the effort of kidnapping the herd and basically forcing them to reenact what happened in the rift. They also have to do HerdCon for „brand recognition“ and a mendatory Q and A after the reenactment. Meanwhile they won’t even listen to what the herd really thinks of this or thought that maybe forcing them to relive that and to turn it into a spectacle might be traumatic for them.

The Birdtaurs seem so engrossed in their obsession with the herd’s adventures that the lines of fiction and reality get blurred. Despite Horse repeatedly telling them they do not realize that none of the stuff they saw is acted but actually happened. They demand the finale of the first season to be redone, which seems very entitled even if it were just a show. They don’t understand that there’s an actual war coming and that all of them could (or if Horse can’t succeed in raising an army, will) be killed. It seems a similar (if much more higher stakes) portrayal of fans in the real world getting actors and characters mixed up, becoming obsessed with the actors (or author, or band members or whatever, depending on the medium) and acting like they actually know them.

They also represent all the positive sides of fandoms. They have fan clubs for certain characters, write fanfiction, create fanart and merchandise, binge-watch the show, ship characters and even organize a HerdCon. The herd is flattered by all this effort, similarly to how the creators of a show, book, movie etc. irl would be glad that their hard work touched so many people to the point that they would devote this much free time to it. However (just like some people irl) they cross a line by dragging the herd into it against their will. (It reminds me a bit of people sending fanfiction or spinoff-ideas to their favourite authors. Or worse, „love“ letters to celebrities.)

Some other negative sides of fandom culture that are also touched upon are discourses within the fandom. We get introduced to all the different favourite-character-based sub-groups within the fandom – the Horse Force, Ched Heads, Hot Gosslings, Team Durp, Glendale’s Pregnancy Hole Children (insane name btw) and the Dougligans – and it’s said that the only thing they can agree upon is that „Wammawink’s the worst“. That not only implies that they probably constantly fight over everything else in the „show“, but also that they can’t agree on even one positive thing. Their only common ground is hate for one character (which is also once again taken out of the „show“ and onto the real Wammawink).

Now let’s get to the social media aspect of Birdtaur culture. For one, social media is pretty important in the fandom context too. The Birdtaurs admit that their favourite thing to do is watching each other watching the „show“, not watching the „show“ itself. It begs the question of whether they even really like the show or just watch it because everyone else does and they don’t wanna feel excluded on social media.

The main influencer we get to see in the introduction scene is Crandy. She is obsessed with being watched, so much so that she doesn’t even really take the time to enjoy talking to the herd (whom she supposedly loves). Instead she runs off almost immediatly to tell her subscribers that she met the herd and even afterwise she does not listen to them at all as they tell her about the war, instead posting on social media. It reflects our tendencies in the real world to not live in the moment and instead document everything and anything for social media. This even goes so far that in the hootenanny episode Crandy claims that the important thing about hootenannies is to share the message of kindess and love on social media, not the message itself.

The other major influencer we see is Bayden. He takes this critique even further, bringing himself in mortal danger for likes (kinda reminds me of all these stupid dangerous tiktok challenges) and then instead of saving himself just keeping his followers updated. His need for validation on social media is so big that it’s even (as far as we know) the only part of his personality that survives being turned into a minotaur.

Another interesting thing is how social media works in Centaurworld. Instead of introducing some kind of technology or magical social media system, the Birdtaurs talk to their eggs and have their newborn babies deliver the message. This reflects on one hand how social media obsessed parents often tend to ignore their children’s needs and exploit them for content and likes. On the other hand it can be seen as symbolic, this new generation being confronted with social media from (even before) birth. (We don’t know if the grown-up Birdtaurs also once were used as messages when they were born or if social media is a newer development in Centaurworld, just like it is irl.)

Centaurs™️:

The Centaurs™️ are the social elite of Centaurworld. They can afford to live in a fortress, where they do nothing all day but eat cake, drink tea and watch the tulip steppers. Their castle is decorated pompously even from the outside with gold and gems and inside there are many decorations and portraits. The Centaurs™️ themselves are pretty much the only society in Centaurworld that wears clothes, and ballgowns witch giant wigs at that. This can be seen as a standin for the rich and powerful in our world. Combined with their bad security and the dirt in all the places that are not meant for the public eye (according to the herd once they return from the luggage room) it’s very much giving Versaille vibes. At the same time it shows us that the Centaurs™️ only care about their public image and not about actually being amazing people.

In fact, the Centaurs™️ treat all the other species in Centaurworld as lesser. Ched is used as a ball by Malandrew and the herd is treated as luggage when Horse tries to recruit the Centaurs™️ for the war. They are viewed as objects, not as equals to the Centaurs™️. The first thing we learn about the Centaurs™️ is that they sued everyone in Centaurworld so they would own the „title“ of Centaurs, despite the fact that Centaur is also the generic term for any creature that’s half-human and half-animal, effectively stripping all the other groups in Centaurworld of their equality.

With their privileged position in society, the Centaurs™️ can afford to focus all of their attention on the arts. As I said, they have tons of paintings and they love the art of tulip stepping. Even their baking can be viewed as an art form. Unfortunately, the Centaurs™️ are also very snobby about art. They won’t allow non-Centaur™️ tulip steppers to compete and (at least in Ched’s case) laugh at them instead. Similarly in our world, high society and the price tag on the art piece usually determine whether something is viewed as „real“ art or not.

Furthermore, the Centaurs™️ also don’t share their ressources. As long as they think their privileges will keep them safe, they don’t care about the war or the fact that their muscled up tulip dancers might be the only ones strong enough to fight. At the same time, they’re being wasteful with their ressources. A lot of their cake ends up smashed one way or another instead of eaten, and despite obviously having the means to train people, the Centaurs™️ (according to the herd) have very poor security, instead only training tulip dancers.

I think in a way that is best shown through Malangela, the Centaurs™️ have totally lost all relation to reality. She can’t focus on a normal conversation for even two minutes and has convinced herself that privilege is a burden without even being able to say why it would be (seeing as they don’t take the responsibility that should come with their power, it actually isn’t one). She can’t take the threat of the Nowhere King seriously, despite the fact that their poor security could neither keep the herd out nor keep them from sneaking out of the luggage room or keep Glandale from stealing.

The Centaurs™️ reflect the First World and its supperiority complex. It seems to live under the impression that its status will keep it from any war that it doesn’t want to be in, that suffering is something that only happens to other people and (like in any princess vs normal people movie) being in power is actually a burden because it comes with following stupid social rules that we put upon ourselves. By even calling itself the first world it does what the Centaurs™️ did by trademarking their name and strips the rest of the world of it’s dignity and makes it lesser.

(Another thing that the trademarking of the name Centaur reminded me of was how Disney tried to trademark Dia de los Muertos after publishing Coco. No, it doesn’t belong just to you, it’s part of a larger culture, wtf.)

Unfortunately I’m not sure this commentary is done in a way that will get a lot of people to reflect on their behaviour, their position in society or western politics. The Versaille-esk setting makes it really hard to recognize our modern society in the Centaurs™️.

Moletaurs:

Moletaur society reflects both unneccessary bureaucracy and police states. Outsiders (like the herd) will be found guilty of something just so they can be locked away, which is stated multiple times during S1E6. When the herd states that they have committed no crime, the judge immediatly assumes they’re spies, just so she has another reason to sentence them to jail.

As the Moletaurs sing, „law is fixed and the world needs rules“. This is true to a degree. Law and rules prevent for example that people just take what they want or spiral into endless circles of revenge after one initial crime. However, law is (ideally) supposed to be just and not punish people for existing, which is essentially the point that Moletaur law has reached. E.g.: Despite magic being perfectly normal in Centaurworld, the Moletaurs punish it with three consecutive life sentences (which is also Gary’s fate btw). It reflects how laws in the real world don’t always make sense and can be biased and unjust.

We see that their conviction that they just love following rules to the T is also bullshit when they discharge the herd. Because if it were just about blindly following the law, then Horse at the least would have to go to prison for using magic. However, because it was a kind of magic the judge liked she decided to pardon the herd and even give Horse her keypiece. Similarly, judges in real life are biased and can let their personal opinion influence their verdict.

Cattaurs:

Cattaur culture is based around Johnny Teatime’s Be Best Competition (in the following shortened to JTBBC). The idea is that they use this beauty pageant to distract themselves from the real problems, like their trauma from the Great War. This is reflecting of our culture’s tendency to also ignore real problems (like war, climate change, discrimination etc.) in favour of more fun (but superficial) stuff like celebrities, fashion, TV shows and movies, stars or social media. On a surface level this seems effective, at least to a certain degree: If you only ever focus on everything that’s wrong in the world you’ll probably get depressed sooner rather than later. However, it obviously solves absolutely nothing, because those problems won’t magically go away just because you don’t focus on them. It can even lead to you not noticing new problems arising, because you become to focused on those superficial distractios. Similarly, the Cattaurs claim that pageantry and zeal help them to heal from their losses and trauma from the Great War, but I doubt that such deep scars actually get any better by them just ignoring what happened.

The Cattaur society reflects our society‘s obsession with meeting (nearly) unobtainable beauty standards that are set by only a select few (in the Cattaurs‘ case Johnny Teatime and maybe Splendib). What counts as beautiful can change on a whim as we see at the end of S1E7, when Comfortable Doug is declared the winner, despite him meeting none of the standards that are set the entire 20 minutes before that. None of the cats have an own sense of what beauty means to them, as they now blindly applaud for Comfortable Doug because Johnny Teatime / Splendib announced him as the new ideal. And the contest is held every day, so hypothetically the ideal could change every day. You would never be able to reach it, constantly running in a new direction for the slim chance of getting Johnny Teatime’s (and therefore society’s) approval, just for one night (as the next day it starts all over again). Meanwhile you lose yourself, your identity, never figure out what you like best or enjoy the most because if it’s not what Johnny says you wouldn’t even consider it.

As Zulius points out, efforts don’t count in Cattaur society. Even great efforts for JTBBC go ignored if they don’t win you the sash by the end, so I doubt any efforts outside of it (let’s say for example, to help with the emotional aftermath of the Great War) are valued.

To a degree I think the Cattaurs might be too aware of what their culture does and why it does it. In real life, a lot of people don’t realize (or don’t want to realize) that the beauty industry and the diet industry as well as celebrity culture try to turn your focus away from real problems and instead get you invested in chasing after unobtainable goals. The Cattaurs however all know that this is just to distract from the aftermath of the Great War, they even sing about it. They seem to have no problem with investing all their time and energy into this practically meaningless beauty contest. On the other hand they seem unaware that this makes it impossible for them to ever be loved for being their authentic selfes, and that it leaves them vulnerable in case of a new catastrophy because they never took the time to reflect on the last one and learn from it.

Coldtaurs:

The Coldtaurs are representative of the people who fight for something (a party, an organization etc.) despite this thing advocating against said people. (For example, LGBTQ+ people defending homo- or transphobes, immigrants voting for right wing parties etc.) We see this as the Coldtaurs decide to fight for the Nowhere King, who wants to bring suffering, pain and death over any living being he meets. The Coldtaurs have convinced themselves that he would treat them kindly and help with the cold as long as they support him, that he would make an exception for them as long as they’re useful.

The herd, or actually mostly Glendale, deal with this by asking the Coldtaurs to look within themselves. She recognizes her own anxiety in them and thus can help them with their actual problem. The Coldtaurs might on some level have been aware that their discomfort did not come from the cold, but from their anxiety. Until Glendale confronted them with this, they did however not admit to it. It was the easy solution to blame the cold and then avoid any obvious solutions to that problem. Because if you managed that (for example, like Horse suggests, by moving to a place that’s warmer), you would have to face that your discomfort does not stem from the cold. You would either need to confront the real problem (which the Coldtaurs were already not comfortable doing) or make up a new scapegoat, so you might as well stay with the first one.

You could of course also interpret it as complaining about the minor inconveniences in your life while avoiding the major problems. Logically the cold should be a minor problem for a Coldtaur, if it is one at all. But it’s easy to complain about and maybe more importantly, it’s an outside factor. You can’t control the weather, so you have all the right in the world to complain about it. Meanwhile your anxiety is a reaction of your brain to outside factors. You would have to put the work in if you wanted to manage it, and that’s way more exhausting than complaining about factors outside of your control.

Glendale solves this extremely well by telling the Coldtaurs it’s natural, that she can relate to them and that she knows it’s hard to deal with it. She then gives them tools for handling their anxiety, which is not something they had access to before. They admit that they were „projecting [their] inability to control the unpredictable brutality of nature by answering the violence perpetrated on [their] psyches by externalizing violence onto other centaurs around [them]“. Here I think the showrunners idealized reality a bit. If you try to tell some gun-crazy, confrontation-seeking assholes who think everyone who doesn’t threaten other people within 10 seconds is „weak“ and complain about wokeness all the time that they just internalized hate speach about groups that they are a part of and should therefore know better than to hate, I doubt you would get them to actually reflect on their behaviour. However, at least trying to empathize with them, taking away their fears and showing them how to be better is probably the only approach that might get to them (after all, most people just wanna feel heared).

Bonus – Trashtaurs:

So I’m not sure if they were intentionally left out of this list or just forgotten, but I figured with this question they should be included. Trashtaurs are outsiders from any of the societies in Centaurworld. Everyone forgets they exist to the point that Horse doesn’t even think to recruit them, they just heared about the war and came forth to volunteer for the fight. And though they’re the first ones to join, Horse isn’t even happy about it, despite not knowing anything about them. (She comments „At least there’s a lot of you“, but it’s not like she‘d know whether they can fight or not.)

In the same way poor and homeless people are usually dismissed on a glance in our world. People assume they’re not capable of anything, even though it’s usually a result of bad circumstances that leaves people homeless (had to flee from their homes, have a medical condition that prevents them from holding on to a job but that they can’t afford to get treated, got into debt because of things out of their control, …).

The Trashtaurs probably join the army because they know they have little choice. They know noone will defend them once the war comes (since they’re alread ostracized) and they’re likely to be the first ones to die if the Nowhere King attacks. This way they’ll stand at least a small chance. Similarly homeless people irl are often forced to do jobs they don’t want or that are even dangerous for them just to survive.

At the hootenanny the Trashtaurs sing that the others shouldn’t let their trash laying around if they don’t want Trashtaurs. Similarly you could say that people shouldn’t be forced to live on the streets if you don’t want to see people living on the streets.

#centaurworld #centaurworld essay #birdtaurs #centaursTM #centaurs™️#moletaurs #cattaurs #coldtaurs #trashtaurs

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reinabeestudio · 28 days ago

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I'm late, but using my (recent) birthday as an excuse to ramble about Cee and the other mercs—mostly Cee, with hints of ship stuff :]

This is kinda long btw

The arrival of Ms. Doremi was not something unexpected, since the team had been notified a few days prior of a new hire from Spain. However, she wasn't what they imagined.

The answer depends on who you ask, but all of them more or less were expecting a tough mercenary, someone that has clearly fought and killed before. Someone that gets the job done no matter what. But before them was the damndest fanciest lady they've ever seen. Scout was the one tasked to showing her around due to being the fastest, and it was clear some doubts about this new teammate quickly started to appear after each one met her personally.

Not only that, but there was something particular about Ms. Doremi: she had a room for herself like the others, but she didn't always sleep on it. In fact, many nights she'd leave the base and come back in the morning. Spy even identified her car as an ivory Seat 600 D. Not exactly a model seen in the US.

Now, as I mentioned in past posts, I ship her with almost all of them (except Pyro)—not at the same time. So how things develop depends on the merc! Although the ones I think about the most are Engineer, Soldier, and Scout.

I'll focus only on Engineer/Cee for now. Maybe I'll explore different reactions in the future (please ask me about any of the other ships gimme an excuse to gush please please please pl--).

Surprise, he fell in love at first sight 💥

I imagine they found him on his workshop, arguing with one of the others for touching his tools or something else (probably Spy? I like to think they don't get along at all lol). So there he was, cursing up a Texan Storm(tm) until he hears stifled laughter behind him and he turns around like ???. And when he sees her, he completely freezes.

“Apologies, I didn't mean to laugh. You just have such a way with words, I coulnd't help”

And aren't you a vision of loveliness.

She would offer her hand for a handshake, while introducing herself. How proper, ain't she cute. “I'm Cee Doremi. I'm the new RED member. And what might your name be?”

“I'm mighty sorry 'bout earlier, promise I'm nicer than that!” He took her hand then, a bit too tightly. “Dell Conagher, or the Engineer. At your service.”

“It's alright, Mr. Conagher. As my mother used to say, when we argue it's because we care. Don't you think?”

“Please, call me Dell. And I can't say I fully agree with ya, Ms. Doremi, but I can see yer point!"

“Call me Cee." God, that smile of hers could resurrect an angel. The guy is practically leaking toony hearts while Spy and Scout look at them like 👁 (nosy father & nosy son lol). “It was nice meeting you. But I still have to finish my little tour, and I'd kindly like to have my hand back, yes?”

Engie's face scrunched up in confusion before he looked down at his hand and noticing that he's, in fact, still shaking her hand.

So she waved him bye and he waved back with a face warmer than an oven. Meanwhile Spy just looked at him with the most insufferable knowing smile ever.

“What a gracefully embarassing display of those 11 PhDs, pardner.”

“Shut it, you snake.”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ⟐ ⋅.} ──��── ⊰

Time passes, and Cee's presence is just one more on base. She even got her own nickname: the Lady (very original). It started as a joke, but it ended up just becoming a thing lol.

She gets along with her teammates! Some more than others, but she has a minimum level of property that she doesn't seem to like breaking, no matter how rude some people might be. Old habits, she calls it (makes you curious how she was raised).

And everyday as usual, when night comes, she drives off... somewhere. And everyday she comes back in the morning. She's been asked about this by the others many times; she has her own room here, what's the need of leaving every night? Where does she even go? But as polite as she is, that's a question she doesn't answer.

Until one day the answer comes to them.

Cee called for a meeting, which was odd. She was the only one standing up, the rest of the mercs sitting down and no doubt confused what was going on.

“As all of you know, I spend most of my nights outside of the base. First I want to clarify, I have no problem with my room. I'm thankful I was given my own space.” she started, her hands clasped in front of her. “But I did for a good reason. Something very important.”

She explains how she was told by the higher-ups it'd be best if she stopped the car trips, mostly because the enemy could follow her and learn the location of the base. How she explained her situation, and a solution would be searched.

But until then, she'd have to compromise.

“I'm only doing this because I have no other choice. Apologies in advance,” she finished explaining.

They see Cee turn around to the doorframe behind her and says something in Spanish (“Ya podéis salir”). And the 9 mercs watch with wide eyes how a young girl and a young boy come out and quickly go to Cee, the kids looking at the men while hiding behind her. They looked similar to Cee.

“Gentlemen, these are my twins: Lance and Renée.”

She looked down at them, gently patting their heads. “They will be staying on my bedroom, until a safer place for them is found. I've already told them to behave and not bother any of you unless it's a dire situation and I'm not around. Please, be patient with them while they are here.”

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An addendum: Cee comes from wealth and was raised 'properly' and to be ladylike at all times.

She's not helpless tho, she was hired as a merc after all lol (and by the time she meets the mercs, it's been many years since she was in that upper social bubble). But she has a lot of old habits ingrained in her due to her upbringing, and being with the mercs is when she really learns how to let loose.

Yes I know, I didn't really talk about actual ships AJSDNGDS. But I thought that it'd be best to first establish some facts about Cee for better understanding ☝ If you wanna learn more, ask about it (/j /lh)

#my writing #self insert #long post #(dividers by @/enchanthings)#yomiel (sona)#tf2 #team fortress 2 #FINALLY DONE COOKING‼‼‼‼#well i wanna Cook more but have this for now 💃#i still need names for the gotdamn ships help

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meowsgirldrawing · 2 years ago

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Ok but-

I don't know if this is because I have a huge thing for domestic aus or whatnot, but for some dang reason, the idea that Kenma wouldn't want children but fur babies instead just slays me In the good way ofc!!

Like- I love Future! Aus of shows like Haikyuu because of the amount of loving but so TRUE headcannons that can come with it. Especially cause ideas for next gen.

Example of Tsukishima being the father to a lovely little girl and being totally wrapped around her finger.

Or Tanaka and Nishinoya's kids growing up as best friends, even at one point calling each other cousins.

Or Kageyama having a little girl (There are so many guys in this show that make me JUST KNOW that they would have AT LEAST a daughter) who is the EXACT opposite of him. All cheery, hyper, very social, and everyone is like "Wait- Thats your daughter?!" But then when shes older, has the same smile when shes thinking of ways to destroy the other team.

Kageyama is my favorite btw-

JUST SO MANY IDEAS-

Then we turn around, and Kenma just has cats.

I can just imagine that this was probably something he like already decided, even before he meets whoever he ends up marrying later down the line.

And its not that he hates kids. While it may be a reason for some people, I can see Kenma as just like, Yeah, that aint for me.

And I can see that if his SO agrees with him, finding that to their liking too, they both end up like "Fur babies?" "Fur babies" *cue nodding Kenma but smiling cause yaay*

FBSKH

Self indulgent here but since the cats arent children, he can name them any video game character and not feel weird about it HAHAHA

He wants a cat named Link? HE GETS A CAT NAMED LINK

He wants a another one named Captain? HE GETS A CAT NAMED CAPTAIN

He wants-

Ya get the point. Cat names are limitless and hes a happy gamer/cat dad/ introvert hubby.

GAMER HUBBY KENMA FOLKS👏👏👏👏

Also, I find it just the best how most of the haikyuu fandom, whether hes shipped with Kuroo, YN, or an oc of any kind, most agree of this idea LOLOLOLOL

#kenma scenario #kenma x reader #kenma headcanons #kenma x y/n #hq kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #kenma x kuroo #Hubby Kenma #oc x canon #oc inserts #fur babies #future #domestic au #we love the boy #WE LOVE THIS MAN

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thelordofgifs · 2 years ago

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Fic prompt: Fix-it gone wrong, with cause and effect a superior/morally better choice makes things worse.

Oooh I like this one! Let’s do some bullet points and see what happens.

“We renounce no friendship,” Olwë tells Fëanor; but he will not yield up his white ships to the Noldor.

Fëanor waits outside Alqualondë until his host is all assembled. His mood is dark and perilous.

Could anything sway him from his path? Perhaps – perhaps cautious, measured Maedhros counsels patience, or indecisive Maglor speaks for hesitation; perhaps Amrod, who isn’t sure he ever wanted to come on the first place, suggests, timidly, that they all turn back to Tirion—

Maybe Fëanor gets into a shouting match with his youngest son, which delays him long enough for the host of his brothers to come up behind them.

Finarfin tries to speak with his father-in-law. Finwë was Olwë’s friend too, he insists. Surely Olwë can understand their desire to avenge him.

Olwë is sympathetic, but unmoved. The Teleri will not disobey the edict of the Valar.

“We could take them by force,” says Fëanor.

Perhaps – perhaps – if Fingolfin keeps his head, and Maedhros in his mother’s absence takes on her particular knack for managing Fëanor, and Finarfin hits the right balance between disappointment in Olwë and affection for him – Fëanor can be convinced.

Eärwen is also disappointed by her father’s refusal btw. She yields to Finarfin’s pleading at last and agrees to accompany him on the march north.

And north it will be. Fëanor thought the Helcaraxë impassable, but if there is no other way then they will simply have to cross it.

No Kinslaying. No Doom. The two hosts are still divided, but Fingolfin does not name himself Finwënolofinwë in his furious dismay, makes no overt claim to the kingship of the Noldor.

Fëanor has proven he can be reasoned with, after all.

Besides, Finarfin is here, and their littlest brother can sometimes talk Fëanor down from his fey moods. Sometimes.

Anyway we could talk about the difficulties of the Ice and make some speculations on who dies and who lives.

But more pressingly, in Middle-earth, Morgoth sweeps to victory.

Thingol gathers what survivors he can behind Melian’s Girdle.

The Mithrim Sindar are wiped out.

With no Fëanorians riding to the rescue the Falas fall, and Círdan with them.

The Shadow lies thick upon Beleriand.

Perhaps even Doriath falls eventually. With no other foes to distract him, Morgoth can bend all his power on the Girdle; and he is, after all, the mightiest of the Ainur, mightier than Melian for all her wisdom.

Besides, he has set the Silmarils into his crown of iron, and the Girdle was not constructed to withstand their clarifying light.

Thingol dies defending his people. Melian departs Beleriand.

Most of the newly-named Iathrim die in that battle, but some are taken captive.

Morgoth has his eye on Thingol’s pretty daughter. She will make quite the songbird to ornament his halls.

When the ragged, diminished Noldor arrive at last, they find there is not much of Beleriand worth saving.

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radiantlyrey · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on Uprising ep14 “Tagged”

- note: we are now in Unknown Territory, for me! I have not watched any episodes past this point! all I know is what I’ve seen chatter about; that’s it!! SO LET’S GET STARTED.

- cold open: I see we have a team of feral dogs libertarian street artists making trouble in Argon! good thing they got away from the cops, at least?? (in re: feral dogs: Night Vale references? anyone? anyone?)

- “my fanclub strikes again” “you mean my fanclub” Tron are you being SASSY??? I agree with Beck, this is an improvement!!

- I get the sense from this conversation that Beck is still a little testy about his encounter with Cyrus, hence his insistence on bringing the street artists into the fold. Tron is advising caution, but I think Beck is feeling a little stretched thin by all this Renegade stuff and wants some, y’know, help. can’t say I blame the kid.

- then we cut to Paige dealing with a bomb threat on a train and it is lowkey kind of hilarious how she shoves the bomb squad aside and fucking opens the bomb herself—like girl!!!!! we have the bomb squad for a reason!!!!!!! STOP. thank god it’s just a paint bomb, cause she would’ve been derezzed instantly if it wasn’t.

- then Beck catches up with the artists three and basically does to them what Tron did to him; poses as a Black Guard and questions them and then reveals himself to be “Tron” aka the Renegade. also the subtitles totally gave away Mara’s role in the Jolly Tricksters, which… boo. but I love Beck’s obvious shock when he sees her; he was not counting on that! also Mara kind of flirting with “Tron” makes me (and Beck) uncomfortable…..

- meanwhile back at Tron’s, Beck tries to feel out why Tron chose him and also tries to suss out what, if anything, Tron will tell him about the Stranger/Cyrus. (again, not sure Cyrus actually introduced himself in the previous episode; I think I was too busy cussing to actually remember….) anyway, Beck wants Tron to tell him about Cyrus, but Tron is apparently pretending that chapter of his life DID NOT HAPPEN. (also Beck’s weird wrist circuits are still freaking me out………. hope they don’t prove significant in the future……)

- back in the main plot (though I’m surprised that this episode is ALL A-plot! no charming sideplot required, apparently!): Beck gets the Jolly Tricksters to do a distraction so he can sneak in and get some intel from Tesler’s ship. he’s in and out with no trouble, but then: trouble arrives!! in the form of Moog and Rasket who want to put a tag on Tesler’s whole ass ship. Mara is the only one of them with any sense, and she insists on going with the Renegade to get them back.

- so Moog and Rasket (Raskay~~ whatever your name is Rasket) do their big tag, and get fucking caught by Pavel. and taken to a torture chamber, essentially. Pavel’s doing that thing where he swings between silly and deadly serious and it’s a little terrifying. the torture device is horrifying and very much Do Not Want from me, like……… holy shit. and they don’t even shy away from showing it onscreen!!!! WHAT THE FUCK, SHOW. it’s like the creators realized Disney wasn’t gonna do shit to promote their show and just decided to do whatever!!!!!!!! jesus.

- Mara and Beck-as-Renegade save them tho!!! hooray!! and then Beck gives them all an assignment—keep the gate open—that Moog and Rasket immediately give up on and Mara, I can’t believe you thought you could control these two!! my god!!! but she manages to buy time for the Renegade as Beck is fighting Paige (there were some good shots in that fight btw) and they all just barely escape and ooOOF.

- less great that Moog and Rasket are out, and that Beck, as much as he needs Mara, can’t afford to put his friend in danger and essentially pushes her away. sigh.

- and then Beck and Tron have a conversation in PUBLIC ABOUT THIS???? AND TRON DON’T EVEN HAVE HIS FACE COVERED???????? the FUCK are you doing Tron???? GODDDDD.

- that said the coda of Mara doing another tag is glorious, and I hope we see more of her efforts towards revolution in the future. Beck is absolutely right: she really truly believes in the cause, and if (who she thinks is) Tron telling her he doesn’t need her doesn’t make her give up, then nothing will.

- all in all: fun little romp of an episode, and a very nice breather after the sheer fuck-inducing intensity of the previous episode.

#tronblr #tron #tron: uprising #skye liveblogs things

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basmathgirl · 11 months ago

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On my who knows how many at this point rewatch of Ten and I always laugh when Rose says “and this is the story of how I died” in Doomsday and “you’re gonna die” to Donna in Turn Left. Why are you being dramatic? You didn’t die and neither did Donna. Although Rose should’ve died because it was basically her fault for what happened to Donna. And if you think about it, if The Doctor wanted Rose back so badly he would’ve found a way because that’s just who Ten was. If he really wanted her, he would e let her stay with him after Journey’s End. But he clearly didn’t. He wanted to stay with Donna. Also, TimePetals as a ship name just sounds bad. Like it sounds kinda cute at first but after a while I’m kinda like 🤨 nah. Sounds almost like a disease or a drug. Wanna buy some TimePetals? 😂

Hello kind Anon

I think Rose was being dramatic at the beginning of Doomsday because her age - despite RTD getting the maths of this in a complete tangle - being 19 by the time the programme aired in 2006. According to a Doctor Who annual, she was born in April 1987. Which means that when the Doctor visits her New Years Eve 2004 (and probably in Hendricks 2005, S1) when she was only 17. More than a a little bit pervy, as far as I'm concerned; and definitely classed as a child.

Other people disagree with this, and that is their prerogative.

Let's be honest, we all knew RTD loved Rose too much to ever kill her off; so I never fully believed that line. Turns out she was classed as "missing, presumed dead" anyway. I won't say what I mutter when Rose appears during Turn Left, as this is a family blog... 😉 (I say far worse things when listening to the DVD commentary, btw)

I totally agree with you. Where there's a will, there's a way. Especially in Doctor Who. But the Doctor chose Donna; and I will never accept that load of bull about Rose being his soulmate. The whole thing makes me shudder. Now I feel that Jackie should have hit him even harder for being a dirty old man. But that's another gripe.

For some reason the title TimePetals always makes me think of those Pretty Peach toiletries little girls were given as gifts, back when I was a child. My mum was an Avon lady for a while, and I would help package them up.

The name would fit those drugs they tried to sell Martha on New New/whatever Earth 😂 "Rediscover your youthfulness by taking it", no doubt; especially as they had a thing about dressing Rose up in S2 as a little girl in a tiny pinafore, with matching pigtails. As you can tell, I really detested them changing her into some sort of Lolita object as "something for the dads" Ugh!!

Other than that, I totally avoid anything labelled as TimePetals. It's safer that way.

#kind Anon #do NOT read if you like Rose #because I express opinions #as a grown adult

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toastess-with-the-mostess · 1 year ago

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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 5: The Princess Joins Up

Just from the episode title alone, I know my boy Sven is about to be tossed out like TRASH

I wonder what Zarkon wants with Allura, Lotor hasn't been introduced yet so maybe just a political prisoner or something

All the guards and prisoners are like ??? because haggar swears she'll upgrade the winner of this next gladiator fight so they can go against voltron if they didn't push the "all the soldiers were robots not people" narrative so much I'd agree but one of them asked how she could improve robots,, many ways sir and it's worse because she uses magic

Again some of these robeast and alien designs are so cool, very creative and reminds me biology is a suggestion when it comes to making a new species

A look into haggar lab, interesting actually it's just being used as a torture chamber where she infuses magic into them while they're still awake to feel the pain, horrifying

On Arus again, now it's the team calling out to the remaining Arusians into the tunnel to give them safety in the castle AND LANCE ALMOST FALLS OFF A CLIFF, GREAT START It's ok Keith grabs him before he dies

Pidge and Hunk are also trying to convince some people to come by, too bad their main selling point is wanting their cooking because it doesn't work with them either

I couldn't find a gif of the team sitting on this brick wall which I thought was super cute, and I don't want to screenshot that rn, so now it's up to imagination but fr trust me the team are all cuties

"I hate to give [Allura] the bad news :(" to "Sorry! No one wants to help!" PIDGE A LITTLE MORE TACT PLEASE LMAO

Something interesting, Hunk points out that they can't use Voltron to outright attack Zarkon and Allura agrees because he's a defender Knowing that they defeat everyone at the end after outright attacking castle doom, it seems kind of ironic BUT ALSO in Voltron Force (2011) we get an episode that revisits this legit subject and answers why or why not that would change That'll be a fun episode to review when I get to it

Again why would he want Princess Allura so bad, political prisoner is my best idea here This is probably where the Keith/Allura shipping started because after Coran mentions that Keith is super quick to threaten violence against the guy if he tries to touch her I mean ignoring the fact that it's one of the more obvious pairings lol

An attack! And they destroyed that satellite dish thing that Sven and Allura just finished building, rip

They routinely call the lions "space lions" which I guess makes sense but if Earth or at least the GG have been in contact with aliens for god knows how long it feels like it's kind of redundant to specifically say they're from space

Again with the GoLion references, I don't remember it being this abundant it's just them saying the name GoLion btw, nothing subtle LMAO

This week's robeast is called the Dieklops! They named this one pretty well, so there's some hope for the future, This one is heavier than the last one at only 4100 short tons!

I like to think that the team fights in the lions first before forming Voltron because they're trying to see what it can do, and it's a lot easier to annoy a robeast into showing its cards when there's more of you

Activate interlocks, dynotherms connected, infracells up, mega thrusters are go! They finally did the chant this time! Maybe it's because I religiously rewatch Voltron Force (2011) but I expected them to say "Let's go voltron force!" but instead they just shouted Voltron that's ok too I guess

I didn't comment on the transformation sequence last time, but it's pretty cool because it reminds me of some frankenstein's monster type stuff especially because there are a lot of electricity crackles and zaps seen and heard when voltron forms

AND IM FREEEE FREEE FALLIN

Ok but actually though that's a really interesting landscape near the castle, pretty secure in case of ground attacks but what about when natural disasters hit? It probably isn't that safe

I know the show just pulls phrases out of its ass to sound futuristic but "nucleonic circut" is wild

Alfor CREATED voltron?? Again I'm twisting it to my own version because I can't trust them telling a linear story here, but my thinking is that after Voltron was officially split into five, Alfor later discovered them and had them slowly rebuilt as mechs which is why they form like this now

Man these guys suck at dodging

oh shit now the castle is getting taken apart I know what happens next but it's still wild

HELLO?? CORAN WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER TO SURRENDER WHEN YOU SAID THAT ZARKON NEVER BACKS DOWN

I think it's a nice touch that Voltron has expressions whenever he fights, kind of hints at his magical nature even though in this show they're just treated as machines and nothing more

Alfor ex machina returns and confirmation that Zarkon is the one who killed Alfor

Goodbye decrepit old castle of Arus, hellooo new futuristic version!

OH SHIT WATCH OUT ALLURA STAYS STRAPPED ok maybe I was wrong about this episode being the one where Sven gets nerfed

Robeast is defeated but as Allura monologues they show a slide show of all the lions with their pilots on top, except the first one we see is blue and Allura on top lol that must've been weird for kids who saw it air

Episode end! Another short one it feels like, or is it because it was such a simple premise This is the last one for tonight, and hopefully I'll be able to do one tomorrow, but it's my busiest day of the week :/

#voltron #voltron defender of the universe #voltron dotu #80s voltron #let's rewind!#toast talks #unfortunately real life takes priority #reviewing old cartoons isn't my job 😭#that'd be cool though

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