#but i didn't think you guys would mind

[snippy-tano]

Would you be willing to write something with captain rex? With a medic reader who saves him from a life threatening injury and he accidentally confesses feelings while doped up on painkillers? Thank you so much and I am a such a big fan of your writing. ❤❤

okay... this one kind of got away from me.

I'm not sure how it happened, but it ended up being longer than I expected it would be. Also, it ended up a little angsty. I normally don't do angst because it bums me out, but apparently I was in that mood when I wrote this.

but! fear not!

I am the queen of fluff and it does have fluff and a happy ending! so fear not dear readers!

I hope you like it!! :))))

[[also as a warning, obvi there's some talk about wounds and medical procedures, but nothing too in-depth. also, I am not a medical professional at all, so this is all just a guess from what I've seen on tv and the limited first aid knowledge I have. so take it with a grain of salt lol]]

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Beside Confessions

“Medic! We need a medic! Captain Rex is down!” 

The moment the words crackled over your comm, it was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over your head. Panic and dread gripped your heart and you blanked. 

Almost immediately, you shook away the fear and allowed yourself to slip back into your role as a medic. You detached yourself from the situation emotionally and focused on what you did best. 

You finished tying off a splint and jumped to your feet among the raging battle. You took off running, hitting your comm unit. 

“I’m on my way. Where is he?” You yelled and you got a response almost immediately. 

“Sending coordinates now!”

Your wrist datapad beeped and you hit the small screen, seeing a small red beacon appear. You adjusted your course and pushed yourself to run harder. The battle continued to rage a few streets over, but you were relieved to see that when you rounded the corner, there were no droids near where Rex had gone down. 

You could see a few troopers sticking close, blasters raised. When they caught sight of you, you could practically see the relief in their postures. 

You skidded to a halt beside him, dropping to your knees without thinking. 

“What happened?” You gasped, throwing open your med kit to dig for a stim. 

“He was covering Cable over there while he set some charges when a droideka came out of nowhere. No one saw it coming.” The trooper beside the Captain said. He was pressing hard on what looked like a leg wound.

You quickly did a scan of the Captain and found that he was in really bad shape. 

You cursed under your breath before grabbing a stim and jabbing it into his neck. Rex stirred slightly, coughing. You leaned over him, tapping his chest. 

“Captain? Captain, can you hear me?” 

He coughed again before his eyes barely opened. “Yeah, I can hear you.” His voice was hoarse and tight from pain. You flashed a small light in his eyes, watching his pupils dilate. 

“Did you hit your head?” You asked, speaking loudly and he shook his head once before wincing. 

“No. Just my leg.”

Satisfied that you would be able to move him once you got him stable, you turned to the wound in his leg. The trooper was still pressing hard and you instructed him to continue to do so. You pulled out copious amounts of bandages from your medkit and a large bacta patch.

“I’m going to put this on his wound so I’ll need you to remove your hands. But once I put it on, go back to pressing against it as hard as you can. Okay?” You said, looking into the trooper’s eyes. 

He gave you a firm nod and you counted down. He lifted and you placed a bandage on the large open wound. The trooper immediately replaced his hands, causing Rex to groan loudly. You set to work removing his thigh guard and cutting into his blacks to give you a more clear picture as to what you were dealing with. 

There were two troopers currently watching for oncoming droids. You didn’t want to pull one of them away, but you didn’t have a choice. 

“I need one of you to come help.” You called and both of them turned. One lowered his blaster and approached you, kneeling down beside you. “I’m going to have to spray the area with bacta to clean it before I stitch it up. I gave him a stim, which will help with the pain, but he will likely flinch, even if it’s involuntary. I need the both of you to make sure he doesn’t move.”

Both troopers nodded and you readied your supplies as they got into position. 

“This is going to hurt a lot Captain.”

Rex let out a weak chuckle. “S’okay. Just do it.”

You made eye contact with both of the troopers who gave you another firm nod. You removed the bandage and began to spray the area generously with the bacta. As you expected, Rex flinched, crying out. But the troopers helping did what they were supposed to do and kept him from moving as you made sure there was no infection.

You did a quick scan and confirmed no infection remained. You were also able to confirm that no major arteries were damaged, which meant that once you patched him up, he shouldn’t have any internal bleeding. You gave another look to the two troopers as you readied the stitches and they both gave you another nod. 

So you got to work. 

By the time you had finished stitching him up, Rex had passed out from the pain. Which was probably the better alternative to remaining awake. You had one of the troopers call for a med evac while you covered the area with sterile bandages, fastening it to him. When you finished, you moved up to check his vitals again. His breathing was a little shallow, but his heart was steady and his pupils were still responsive to light. 

For just a moment, you dropped your medic mask and looked down at him as he slept. You cursed at him for getting injured and wished that he was awake right now so you could give him a piece of your mind. You were so mad that he had gotten this injured. But at the same time you were relieved he was going to be okay, barring any other complications.

The thought of him dying sent your mind spiraling and you were quick to clamp down the thoughts and stop them. Now wasn’t the time for that. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the med evac arriving. Two medics jumped out of the ship carrying a board. You were quick to rattle off what had happened and what you had done as you helped them secure him to the board. They gave you a restocked medpack and promised to comm you when he was stable and recovering. 

You watched the evac lift into the air and head for the Resolute. 

You allowed yourself until you couldn’t see it anymore to worry. But as soon as it was beyond your field of vision, you turned around and looked out at the battlefield. One of the troopers from before had stuck around and you shared a look. 

“Ready?” You asked and he nodded. Together you headed towards the sounds of blasters and cannons.

Your job as a medic was never fully done. Most times you were fine with that, but knowing that Rex was seriously injured had you wishing you could have stayed by his side aboard that transport. 

You only hoped what you had done was enough.

 

It was after a few more hours of providing constant medical care to injured troopers that you were finally relieved of your post on the front-lines. You were ordered back to the Resolute to get some rest. You found an empty seat on a transport with some injured troopers and you found yourself checking on them and their wounds as you made the short trip from the surface back to the ship waiting in the upper atmosphere. 

You assisted a few of them to the med bay, helping one limp along the halls. Your fellow medics were quick to take the trooper from you and you let out a deep, exhausted sigh as you stood in the middle of the medbay that was full of injured men. 

You felt a touch at your elbow and jumped slightly, relaxing when you saw one of your fellow medics. They gave you a soft smile before pressing a wet wipe into your hands and nudging their head towards a bed in the corner of the medbay. You tried not to think about how it was obvious you were here to see the Captain, instead giving their arm a squeeze and heading to where they had motioned. 

The curtains around the bed were drawn and you quietly pulled them apart to step inside, drawing them closed behind you. 

Captain Rex looked a little better than the last time you had seen him. 

He had some more color back in his face and his breathing was much more stable. You cleaned off your hands, pulled on some gloves, and took a peek at his wound. It was still an angry red and puffy, but it looked like it would heal nicely. 

You discarded the gloves and then looked down at Rex. You reached forward and gently gripped his hand, giving it a small squeeze. He didn’t react. And you were okay with that.

You turned before slumping into the seat beside his bed with a huff. 

All of the exhaustion from the day seemed to hit you at once and you found your eyes starting to grow heavy. You initially tried to fight it, wanting to be awake when Rex woke up, but your body had other ideas and before you knew it, you were out cold. 

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but eventually you woke up. You took a deep breath, feeling some of your joints pop as you stretched. You rubbed your eyes before opening them fully to see that Rex was awake and watching you.

You swallowed, feeling your face warm slightly. 

“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” You asked softly, standing up to approach him. 

He watched you with a small smile before shaking his head. “No. I’m okay.”

You pressed your hand against his forehead, noting that he was warm, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for clone troopers who tended to run on the warm side. You went to remove your hand only for Rex to catch it with his own. 

You watched with wide eyes as he gripped your hand, entangling your fingers with his. 

“You saved my life.” 

You cleared your throat, looking down at your worn boots. “I did what any medic would have done. You should be thanking your men for helping me and keeping you alive until I got there.”

Rex gave your hand a squeeze and you looked back up at him. 

He gave you another dopey smile that had your heart fluttering in your chest. You weren’t sure what was going on with him, but you didn’t think it was going to get any worse.

Turns out you should have guessed he would take it another step further. 

“I like you.”

His words had you freezing. 

He-

There-

He couldn’t have-

Your brain stopped working as you stumbled through your own thoughts. You looked at his IV drip and saw some pretty strong pain meds listed on one of the bags. 

“You don’t mean that, it’s the pain meds talking.” You said, trying to pull your hand out of his and struggling. 

For someone who was on death’s door four hours ago, he had remarkable grip strength. 

“S’not that. I mean it.” Rex said and you shook your head. 

“You don’t. You can’t. I’ll come and check on you once you’re off the pain meds.” You again tried to go, but Rex refused to let go. In fact, he gave your hand a tug and you stumbled closer, falling to sit on the small space on his bed not occupied by him. 

He winced slightly at the movement of his leg, but his eyes fixed back on you immediately. He looked sad. “Why don’t you believe me?”

You felt your heart clench. “Because it’s the pain meds talking. There’s no way you’d say the same thing without them.”

His gaze fell to where his hands were clasped around yours. 

“What if I do?” He asked softly and you looked up to meet his eyes. “What if I tell you the same thing when I’m out of the medbay? Will you believe me then?”

You took a shaky breath. “You’re not going to remember any of this to remember you need to tell me.”

You were absolutely dodging the question, but you hoped he would be high enough that he wouldn’t pick up on it. 

“I will.” Rex said, sounding more sure than you had ever heard him sound. “I’ll remember and I’ll kiss you to prove it.”

Your heart hurt. It was hard enough knowing that he wouldn’t remember this and you would never progress beyond friends. It hurt to hear him sound so sure when you knew nothing would ever come of it.

You let out a shaky breath. “Alright Rex. If you remember, you do that.” 

He smiled softly before his head sunk back against the pillow and he quietly fell back asleep. You looked down at your hand that was still clasped in his. You didn’t move at first, selfishly you wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as you could, knowing you’d never get the chance again. 

When you finally rose, pulling your hand from his, you brushed a stray tear from your cheek and headed out, the curtains surrounding his bed fluttering shut behind you. 

It was better this way. You kept repeating to yourself.

If only you actually believed it. 

A few rotations later, you had received word that Captain Rex was out of the medbay and cleared for light duty. 

Part of you was relieved. It meant that he was healing well and would be back to his normal self. He had survived a gruesome injury and would live to fight another day. It allowed the vice that had gripped your heart since you first got the comm he was injured to slither away. 

Another part of you was devastated because this meant that you would go back to your original relationship of casual friends. Every night you had dreamed about what Rex had told you, which made the news he was cleared for duty that much more painful. Hearing him say those words and then nothing coming of it was brutal and you didn’t wish it on anyone. You spent many nights after he was injured crying into your pillow; terrified of the thought that you almost lost him and devastated that you’d never get the chance to tell him how you really felt.

But you pushed down those feelings of disappointment and continued on with your job as a medic. 

When you finished your shift, you headed for your quarters aboard the ship. You had been lucky to get your own. There was an odd number of civilian medics aboard the ship and you were the lucky one to get their own private quarters. If someone else joined, then you would likely have to share. But for now, you enjoyed the single room. 

You rounded the corner to your quarters and stopped in your tracks, your boots squeaking against the durasteel floors. 

Captain Rex was leaning against the wall outside of your quarters. He must have heard your boots because he turned at the sound, eyes fixing on you. He stood up straight, clearing his throat. 

“Sorry to bother you, I was just hoping to speak with you for a moment. To thank you for saving my life.” He said and you could feel your heart shattering. 

You took a breath and plastered a fake smile on your face as you approached and punched in the code to your room. “It’s no bother. Would you like some tea?”

You asked and he shook his head.

You gave him a nod before ducking your head and stepping inside your quarters. You heard him enter behind you and the door slink shut. To keep your mind busy, you began making yourself a cup of tea, turning on the small kettle you had. 

“You don’t need to thank me.” You started. “I was just doing my job. Knowing that you recovered is enough thanks for me.”

He didn’t reply and you took another shaky breath as you picked up a mug. 

Rex saying your name had you freezing, shoulders tensing. 

His boots clicked against the floor as he approached and you didn’t dare turn around. As it turned out, you didn’t have to because Rex’s hands gently gripped your shoulders and turned you around. You didn’t even have time to react before he was leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that had your heart stop beating. 

The sound of the mug that had been in your hands shattering at your feet didn’t seem to deter Rex, who only wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer. The shock to your system was a big one, but you recovered quickly, letting your eyes close. He seemed to sense the moment you gave in because he pressed even closer, causing you to stumble a step.

Your back dug into the small table behind you, but you paid it no mind. You didn’t know where this was going, but you didn’t want to lose what may be your only chance to kiss the man you had grown to love with all your being. Rex seemed to have the same idea because he kissed you with a passion you hadn’t expected. It was as if he was also afraid this was going to be the only chance he had to taste you and wanted to make sure he memorized the feeling. 

He pulled back abruptly, eyes opening to fix on your face. You sniffled and he raised one of his hands to brush away the tears that had fallen. He lifted his other hand and cradled your cheeks, softly smiling. 

“I remembered.” He said and you let out a wet laugh. “I know you didn’t believe me then, but please believe me now when I say that I have feelings for you.”

You bit down on your lip, feeling your heart that had broken before slowly began to mend with the touch of Rex’s hands on your face. You nodded weakly and he brushed a thumb against your cheek. 

“I can tell you still don’t quite believe me, but I promise you that I will prove it to you every day. And I will be thorough.” He said with a cheeky grin and you smiled, letting your head thump against his chest plate. 

You released a breath, feeling him run a hand up and down your spine. 

“Just don’t get hurt like that again and you’ve got a deal.” You whispered and he nudged your head for you to look up. You obliged. 

“I can’t promise I won’t, but I do promise to do my best to return to you every day.” Rex said and you gave him a nod in agreement. He smiled at you and you returned it. 

Rex was quick to lean back down and pressing his mouth once again against yours. Your heart was soaring and for the first time since you received that comm, you felt like the galaxy was lifted off your shoulders.

And with Rex by your side, you knew that everything would be okay.

[ardentpoop]

"Don't say that to me. Not you, of all people." -"I don't want to. But it's the truth." (5.18 "Point of No Return")

[boy-in-red-dress]

What

"it never once occurred to him what my real strategy was: letting him win. Because winning made him feel special. And good God, did he want to feel special"

Calls Ford a tool but sings praise of tools WOW

[the-lark-ascending69]

Sick of "Robin wouldn't date her best friend's ex". Get ready for "haha Steve i'm fucking your ex"

[scarlettaagni]

sketchy doodle of the immediate aftermath

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[allgremlinart]

the post-canon jetko dynamic I'm crafting is like. ok so these two men who both feel things WAY too much can function well when separated [either through distraction/hierarchy of priority/conscious refusal to acknowledge certain feelings about certain people (at least on Jet's end, Zuko isn't emotionally savvy enough to CONSCIOUSLY repress his emotions)] but when you put them in a room together its like splitting the atom. like you have a certain amount of time before they cant ignore each other any longer.

THAT or they just slot back together like nothing has happened or no time has elapsed at all. maybe they make a creepily professional and efficient duo. maybe the smooth working-together (a la "we made a good team" Ferry dynamic) is like. the Prelude to the eruption. What I'm saying is they both have the POTENTIAL to be incredibly possessive people but would also never admit to it so instead they'd just have to have crazy reunion sex all the time.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Chakotay being a person who (while of course being willing to follow orders to a point) ultimately puts what's morally right and wrong in his eyes over Starfleet protocol while Tuvok is shown to be a person who will follow Starfleet protocol (and more accurately Janeway's word) over what he personally thinks is right is something that could have been so interesting if the three of them were actually shown as a triumvirate instead of it usually being Janeway-Chakotay and even then mostly just Janeway.

It would be an opportunity to explore more about the Maquis v Starfleet dynamic, about how Chakotay & Janeway's different leadership styles work and don't work with this new crew and with different people, to interrogate what exactly Voyager should look like - to incorporate more leniency and Maquis tactics into its operation so that they really do become a blended ship instead of the Maquis simply becoming subsumed into Starfleet. It'd also give more opportunities to let all three characters shine and introduce more moral quandaries that they can have differing ideas about and how does that affect them? At one point Tuvok is willing to go against Janeway's orders because she wants to do something but can't due to Starfleet protocol. In another episode he also follows Janeway's orders to assist in killing an entire ship of people despite that being against both Starfleet protocol and certain moral standards because she feels strongly that they should. He protests this but once she rebukes him he doesn't object again or attempt to stop her (like Chakotay - though they both know at that point that she's crossing lines). This sort of implies to me that he's much more loyal to Janeway herself than he is to Starfleet as a concept. Meanwhile Janeway is shown to be staunchly and strictly Starfleet - adopting the code AS her moral compass a lot of the time. She sometimes has to go off-script due to the nature of their situation but most of her decisions are made depending on how Starfleet would feel about it. If she wants to do something but Starfleet would disagree, she rarely if ever questions Starfleet protocol and instead will go with what it says is best even if it's painful on a personal level. She also tells Tuvok in the episode aforementioned that he is "Her advisor, her moral compass" and having a moral compass/advisor that's either a bunch of rules written by the space government or a person who is mostly just going to agree with you no matter what they actually think and not challenge you if you rebuke them isn't the best idea. Enter Chakotay. Chakotay's willingness to disagree with Janeway and not back down is something I wish had been shown more. When he says "I don't care about logs or reports or whatever - I care about person to person shit. I care about what's right and what you're doing is wrong." it's something that could be so interesting and so necessary when contrasted with the other two. A good example is of course 'Equinox' but also 'Manuevers' where he goes off against literally everyone's orders and friendly advice because he feels responsible. And that's important - he's doing it because he feels responsible. That's different from Tuvok (who doesn't feel) and Janeway (who would most likely try to find comfort in protocol) - because Chakotay feels he's responsible and that he needs to protect the crew since he (in his eyes) is the one who put them in danger. He's a person who's shown to be willing to go against everything anyone says in order to do what he feels is right if the wrong is too great to allow. Voyager if these three were actually allowed to argue and be equals and figure out how to work together as sort of a microcosm of how this new blended crew is going to be able to fight and work and band together.

[reanimatedgh0ul]

my fenton family + vlad height hcs be upon ye

[rolex-kaard]

pizza tower + dhmis crossover :0?/nf

you were insane for this

[dangerous-advantage]

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[Image ID: A four-by-four alignment chart on a white background with text descriptions to the left and to the top of the squares.

The top left description reads, "seems like they'd be good at parenting." The top right description reads, "seems like they'd be bad at parenting."

Then, from the top down, to the left of the squares, the other set of descriptions reads: "excellent child rearing instincts," and "never trust them with a child in your life."

Each of the four squares contains an image of a different character. At the top left is an image of Lan Wangji of the Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua. He sits between the descriptors "seems like they'd be good at parenting," and "excellent child rearing instincts."

In the top right square sits an image of Wei Wuxian, also of the Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua. He sits between the junction of "seems like they'd be bad at parenting" and "excellent child rearing instincts."

In the bottom left square is an image of Xie Lian from the Tian Guan Ci Fu manhua. He occupies the square with the captions, "seems like they'd be good at parenting" and "never trust them with a child in your life."

Finally, in the bottom left square, sits an image of Hua Cheng from the Tian Guan Ci Fu manhua. He occupies the junction between "seems like they'd be bad at parenting" and "never trust them with a child in your life". /End ID]

[chalpurnia]

Watched Lupin part 6 for the second time... the narrative arcs are kinda good. The standalone episodes tho are a nightmare most of the time.

There's no in-between, they go from boring and overused to batshit insane literature lessons and supernatural voids.

The love and passion you can feel in part 4 and 5 is just lacking.

Still nervous about Lupin III's future...

[itz-pandora]

Huh. If my life was a quote, it'd be "one of those sad ones with a deceptively happy tune"

[starflungwaddledee]

i wanna put your evil gala and my good gala in a locked room together and let them duke it out LMAO

alas rip to your galacta knight. if he has a shred of kindness or empathy at all he's a goner in there.

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 145 of ∞;  ✨Friday Smiles✨

[autumnoakes]

man... rhoam's "redemption" in aoc really sucked, huh?

like botw SHOWED us, several times, how much pressure rhoam put on zelda to unlock her powers, despite her telling him, several times, that it wasn't working. he got angry and banned her from doing not only something she saw as useful, but something that she was clearly very interested in and passionate about because she "wasn't dedicating enough time to her prayers." yes, his diary expresses regret for it, but at the end of the day, if zelda saw that it wouldn't mean much to her. the actions rhoam took, and the way zelda grew up under so much pressure that she nearly died as a child in one of the springs (this is in urbosa's diary, iirc) mean so much more than his regrets and his intentions. it took him nearly 10 years to realize that he fucked up, and by that point it was too late. the calamity had returned, and rhoam had lost any chance he had at making things right with zelda.

meanwhile, in aoc, all that's there is some half-hearted scene in the temple of time that's supposed to make everything better? yes, aoc had a very different and arguably better outcome than the calamity that led to botw, but the damage was still done by rhoam. it's still the same hurts and abuse and trauma that he put his daughter through all because of the prophesized calamity.