#cause now i watched their shows and sorta grew up with them

[delusionalinsecurewreckpiningphd]

part of growing up is suddenly feeling something about the random celebrity passing

[violeteclipseboaty]

So I recently went to go watch KOTPOTA again. I wanted to share my thoughts overall on the film, I couldn't properly do it before because I had forgotten some stuff lol

The pacing: at first watch I though it was kinda weird but watching it again I realized it pretty much went straight to the point, if anything I wanted MORE but you know the movie would've been too long but I wouldn't have minded either way. I mean, I've watched the Avatar and Harry Potter movies, so yeah I could've handled that lol

I really like the environment they set up with the eagle clan; their culture, their tradition with the eggs, and their bond with the eagles. I hope we get to see more details in the next movie.

The cinematography was amazing, they really nailed it. The sceneries were outstanding. A lot of that stuff reminded me back to Rise, back when it was filled with human life, now sadly the structures are abandoned and overtaken by nature but look pretty either way. The action scenes omg were so engaging and just done so well.

Let's talk about the main characters:

Noa: Great character. He's curious, smart, brave, and compassionate. I know a lot of people wanted him to be Caesar's descendant but i didnt really care about that. I'm excited where his next journey will take us if they have the chance to make a sequel (please 🙏) I'm pretty sure at the end of the film, Noa now has a new view of the world he lives in and now questioning his entire existence lol

Raka: loved him!! I really like how he truly understood what Caesar stood for. I did notice some things he believed were wrong lol but he's got the spirit and would lighten up the mood after what happened with Noa's clan. He's got a good heart, he sacrificed himself for Mae despite knowing her for a very short amount of time after all. Also I refuse to believe he's dead so there's that also and I hope he comes back to guide both Mae and Noa onto the path for the coexistence of both apes and humans.

Soona: I really wish we could've gotten more scenes with her, but I really like her. She's brave, sweet, and a ride or die for both Noa and Anaya. I hope we get to see her more in the next film

Anaya: yall already know cause I made a seperate post lol but loved him and I wish we had more scenes with him as well! I felt so bad for him when we see him again with Proximus, he's been through enough!

Proximus: he was a great villian and I did not like him, which is good! Not all villians need a sad backstory, this dude was clearly only hungry for power. He was twisting Caesar's words, enslaving other apes, killing humans, and wanted access to technology capable of bringing destruction and chaos. He's smart and knows how to be resourceful. I find it funny that he was talking smack about humans yet his way of thinking and actions are similar to the bad side of humanity. I only wish we could've gotten more scenes with him; he was underused and I thought he would have a much bigger role based on the trailers, but I enjoyed his presence overall.

Mae: I've already made a seperate post about her character and I still sorta feel the same way about her. Rewatching it again, I got to sympathize more with her situation. She's a survivor who clearly grew up and was taught misinformation about apes, but after meeting Raka and bonding with Noa; i truly believe she'll come around and change her mind. I believe in her, and I hope we get to see her again and get more of her backstory to understand her better.

The movie was great. The plot, visuals, and acting were so well done. I took about 5 years for them to work on this, and it SHOWS. Their dedication shows that when enough time is given; movies that involve CGI can be done properly. I'm sick of projects being crunched and the visuals ending up looking like 💩 because the teams/artists aren't appreciated enough. I definitely recommend watching at least twice, and I pray for a sequel.

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If you are taking requests, I have a pairing that I do not ever see enough of: Gale x Durge. Specifically resisting the urge type Durge. Starved for content as I am, I’d be happy with whatever is written about the two. But I’d love something involving Durge nearly killing their lover or the reveal of Durge being one of the orchestrators of the Absolute plot. In game, those scenes feel far too underdeveloped.

Durge playthrough spoilers blow the cut (Shadow-cursed lands, Last Light Inn stuff. No act 3 spoilers)

so, I haven't gotten to that far into my durge playthru but I did get to the part where you try and kill your lover and to nobody's surprise that happened to be Gale!! i was actually kinda terrified that he was going to die bcs, in my defense, I did try to kill Isobel but Marcus or whatever-his-name-was got the last blow on her first and I was devastated that Gale was gonna have to pay the price for my low damage roll. in the end ofc it was worth it cause he tied my durge up and, I mean, who's gonna complain abt that??

ANYWAYS point is, yes, I agree, I wish that scene was more fleshed out too and I am more than happy to oblige and build on the scene that we were given! Also fun fact, I hadn't actually confirmed the relationship with Gale when this scene happened but the night directly after I tried to kill him he showed me his... 'tower'. And given how horny he gets watching tav/durge beat ppl up in the shadow cursed lands, i do not think that was a coincidence LMAO

No Sceleritas here cause I'm just gonna get to the good part :D — also durge here is gonna be sorta resisting the urge, but has more or less been allowing it to fester, just not embracing it.

Gorgeous was an understatement.

Busy days — waking hours occupied by wars, sight filled only with the flashes of spells and showers of blood — were all you knew. Nights were barely any break. Smiles were more common at camp, but given the near complete lack of smiles outside of camp, it wasn't saying much. There wasn't much time to be at camp, as the original mission to rid yourselves of the tadpoles grew messier and messier with every passing battle, and each matter was more pressing than the last.

You didn't mind, really. While you were just as eager to get the incubating creature out of your head as the rest of your group, each new quest and mission brought along with it the promise of bloodshed. Adrenaline. Victory. A momentary but exorbitantly satisfying quenching of your thirst for violence. A thirst you first found unsettling and terrifyingly unfamiliar.

When you first found yourself gazing down at the bloodied body of a stranger, dreaming of the torturous pain they must have felt when they met their fate, you were disgusted. Couldn't believe where your thoughts had wandered.

You'd fought it. Refrained from telling the others for fear of being ridiculed, or losing their trust, or scaring them. For a while, you'd fought it. But scarlet liquids, screams of terror, and slaughter had become your routine.

And gorgeous was an understatement.

Peace. Security. Naivete.

One knee bent, the other lazily stretched out, the bedroll barely containing the length of his body. One hand under his head, the other by his side. His eyes were closed, the soft hazel only ever plagued by a buried longing was hidden from you now. His hair spread over one arm and on the thin straw pillow beneath his head, more messy than he'd ever let it be seen while he was awake.

His right cheekbone had a bruise on it from where he'd hit himself with the butt of his staff while swinging it, and you recalled finding time to chuckle at his mistake in the middle of the battle. Being a few feet away, he'd heard it, and couldn't help but look over at you, his cheeks red from more than the blunt force, his mouth pulled back in an embarrassed smile. The moment of shame had earned him a punch to the side from his opponent moments before Astarion managed to stick them with his own blade, saving Gale from a worse fate.

Even down here, far from the surface, it was warm enough — perhaps from the fire that burned a mere two, maybe three, feet away — for Gale to concede and discard his shirt, resting more comfortably in a pair of indigo pants.

He had been honest about his appetites. His cravings. He was hardly hesitant about revealing that part of himself to you — fortunately, he was plenty aware of the consequences that would be wrought upon you, and the rest of the group, should he risk being unable to consume artifacts if he kept his secret.

Even Astarion, who's affliction was much closer to your own, was honest about his needs. It took a lot longer, and you're not sure how things would have gone over had you not woken up the night he planned to feast on you, but his admission did occur.

You were aware of the risks of your secret. You always yearned for more, even when you were positively drenched in crimson, when you'd been messy enough in your strikes that bathing in the river the following evening caused the water around you to be tainted a diluted red. Everything was temporary. Even the satisfaction derived from fights that left your weapon with such thick clumps of gore that Gale had to hold the shaft while you scrubbed away, as if the fight itself hadn't been taxing enough on your exhausted body.

Yet they all remained unaware. Some picked up on it better than others; Lae'zel's compliments, however shallow they often were, had picked up in frequency as you allowed your hunger to get the best of you, undoubtedly giving you some heartless upper hand against the foes forced to face off against your party. Karlach found you delightful, affectionately doting over you as you imitated her own battle-induced rages, though she didn't quite pick up on your lingering stares or mild smirks when your appetite had been satisfied.

Gale was the closest to discovering the truth. Unsurprising, given your mutual favoritism for one another. When you'd butchered Alfira, you'd been quick to blame wolves. Shadowheart, immediately discomforted at the mention, believed you without a second thought. Lae'zel had jumped to blame the Tiefling's lack of defense. Astarion seemed unbothered at best. The others were too busy mourning the bard's early demise to ask questions.

But he'd found you later, kneeling by the river, just before bed. 'A devastating misfortune she suffered. A sweet, innocent soul. Misfortune is perhaps the only apt term for the loss. Terribly curious, it is — To be so savagely slaughtered by beasts that aren't even native to these woods.'

You remembered freezing, fear flashing in a quick rush across your vision, knowing his eyes were on you, studying your reaction. He was so close. You'd agreed — 'an unfortunate fate indeed' — and he'd said goodnight.

Never again was it brought up. Never again was it questioned.

And gorgeous was an understatement.

That was, perhaps, the worst misfortune of all. He had such undying curiosity about the world, and yet that curiosity never reached you, or your intentions, or your past. Too trusting.

The camp was quiet. Crackling flames, distant whispers from the shadows hanging just beyond the light's reach, and his soft, patterned, blissful breathing. His chest rose and fell, so helplessly gentle.

His staff leaned up against a rock several feet away, alongside with everyone's weapons, save for Astarion, who preferred to keep his daggers close. Today had been no different from the rest; the battles had been taxing, only seeming to increase in difficulty the further you wandered into the shadows. He'd given it his all today, and it had been worth it, as you'd managed yet another day without losing any member of your party. As he'd explained it, the more of the weave he manipulated, the weaker his spells got — at least until he was able to rest.

He lay before you, undoubtedly sapped by the day's events. Defenseless.

And gorgeous was an understatement.

Three bruises. One on his cheekbone, one persistent discoloration that sat in the middle of the dark mark of the orb, and one on his side where he'd been assaulted by the undead in his moment of distraction. In a blink, your fingers grace the bruise on his side, and they tingle. Being fresh, the blemishes swirl a deep purple into his light skin, nearly matching the tint of his pants.

Purple was his best color, wasn't it?

The twitch of your fingertips sends a pulse through your body, and you taste an itch in the back of your throat. The tadpole squirms, you can feel its short wriggle behind your eye, but its control falters. Some other sensation warms your body, easing you into a malleable, thinning consciousness, and your gaze trails slowly, drunkenly, over his torso.

Three bruises. Clear, stuck to his skin like the stars he so fondly recalls. So far from the view of the sky, and yet you find a constellation still. Another blink, and your right leg has crossed over his waist. However forgotten your past is, it grants you a waking dream, as vivid as reality; Gale Dekarios, laying under you much like he was now, his pretty face littered with prettier bruises that dot all the way down to his shoulders, his neck red and swollen, branded by the picturesque imprint of hands.

Your hands.

And gorgeous is an understatement.

It's distinct. The pulse of his arteries, teasing the gift of blood beneath his skin, purring under your fingers as they push, your thumbs hitched underneath his jaw, pressuring the veins. Your own heart is thumping, encouraging your desires, urging you to indulge.

You've tasted vindication like this before. When you awoke to the spectacle of Alfira's maimed corpse, there was serenity like nothing you knew possible. It came underlined by pride, your work preciously appalling, and you relished the piece, the art macabre and perfect.

The sweeter the canvas, the finer the design.

Gale was nothing if not sweet.

"My — Hardly the sight I was expecting to wake to."

Another blink, and his bruises are gone, save for the contusion on his cheek. Absent are the inscriptions of your hands on his neck, and his hazel eyes are revealed to you once more. Though you don't remember moving it, your hand presses against the black circle on his chest, palm pining for his throat.

You're unable to move. Unable to control yourself. Unable to win back your own consciousness. Gale props himself up on his elbows. His heart rate has picked up, and yet you don't sense fear. The curiosity in his eyes is familiar. The quirk in his left eyebrow and the smirk playing on the corner of his mouth is not.

"I do assume you meant to wake me, eventually. No harm," he says, gaze narrowing, and your lack of a response makes him huff out a chuckle, or at least part of one, as it only lasts a beat. Your eyes are pinned to his throat, reaching to find the comfort of your imagination's lens again, but your dream has been interrupted. At last, your eyes meet his, and it's the hazel that causes the tadpole to squirm again, awakening your senses once more. Gale moves one of his hands to rest on your waist, and his head recoils ever so slightly. "You look uncomfortable. What's wrong?" He asks, and you're able to sense a less pleasant curiosity, but it's still free of fearful influence.

"I'm going to kill you. You have to stop me."

His eyes widen, and still, there is no fear. He doesn't believe you. "A rather twisted joke... Not one I find particularly humorous. Albeit, humor is subjective, although–"

"I killed Alfira. You're next. No time – you have to stop me," you huff, and your confession brings on a raging headache, unlike any pain you've ever felt before. You lean forward, teeth grit as you groan, and Gale squeezes your hip for a moment. Though the reverberations in your head are overwhelming at the least, you finally catch a hint of fear from the wizard, and you're thankful for it. At least a part of you is, though the beast that brings on your headache is only bubbling to a rage, furious that you would dare turn against your thoughts. You've not committed a betrayal against your own conscience, but instead, betrayed your destiny, refusing some urge that is larger than yourself.

With what little remaining control you have, you push yourself off of him, and he's quick to rise to his feet. Your eyes squeeze closed, fighting the unwelcome entity with the rest of your energy, though given your excursions earlier in the day, that energy is quickly dwindling. Your knees press to the dirt, the heels of your palms pressing to your temples as you keel over, an aggressive, roaring nausea plaguing your senses, soon joined by an even more violent malignity that rips into your control as though it means to test you.

You want him dead.

A wonderful bath his blood would provide — A marvelous crack his bones would sing — A remarkable terror he could feel. He will suffer.

There's a firm squeeze on your arms as they're yanked behind your back, and you writhe, fighting your cravings as they fight your containment. The hold is followed by a burning scrape on your wrists as they are hastily, and uncomfortably tightly, bound by rope. Your head swings, but Gale manages to pull back in time, his reflex causing his grip to falter, and you fall to your side, rolling towards his bedroll.

He frowns, eyebrows pinched inward and he kneels in place, a few paces away, reading the situation and assessing just how much of a threat you pose. Gale glances at where Shadowheart and Karlach lie, still miraculously sleeping soundly despite the struggle occurring no more than two yards from where they reside. His attention returns to you. "Easy. Should you retain any control, I merely request that you refrain from indulging in... whatever your intentions may have been. Greedy as it may be, an explanation certainly wouldn't hurt."

There's a command, conjuring as a sensation rather than a verbal declaration, and it rings through your entire body. You're unable to decipher the apparition's ambition, but your muscles act nonetheless. It fights — you fight — against the rope, and there's a flare of savage discontent when you're unable to free yourself. "You're better off as my prey! You will suffer a purgatory worse than any of the hells could manage," you bark, and your words are not your own. The control he speaks of is entirely silenced, leaving you an unwilling vessel, forced to submit to the will of your past.

"Not the answer I would have preferred, but an answer nonetheless. Yelling will only stir the others from their slumber, and I predict they won't be as understanding as yours truly. You should consider taking up a quieter tone," he advises, and you growl, forcing rashes into your wrists as you wage a war on your binds.

"I will spill your blood before this night is through!" You yell again, and Karlach shifts where she sleeps, stirring a flash of worry in his expression. "Wake them! I'll slaughter them all the same!"

Gale cringes, conflicted for only a moment before he overcomes his internal argument, and he quickly rushes to your side. You bite at him with a rabid ferocity, and he sits behind you, pulling your body closer to his own, even as you squirm and fight him. Shadowheart mumbles, bordering on the edge of lucidity, and Gale curses out a whispered "Godsdamn it." He huffs, irritated just as much as he is scared, and his palm presses to your mouth, his thumb keeping your jaw shut — or at least trying to keep it shut — as your head is pulled against his shoulder.

You mumble, fervently antagonizing him, your muffled words being split up only by the subtle flinching of your jaw as you attempt to bite at his hand, all to no avail. His grasp is tight, nearly rough, keeping you as restrained as possible, and he watches Karlach and Shadowheart with apprehensive dread, his focus painfully split between concern for you and fear of you.

Gale looks down at you, his expression firm and yet, against all odds and expectations, somehow understanding, even if it is incredibly mild. "I've seen you tear apart the most ferocious of beasts. Foes that would make Bhaal himself tremble. You always prevail. You must defeat this — whatever it is." He nods, but his encouragement is not what you want to hear; you thirst for his terror, you thirst for his pleading, you want to see him tremble. His tone softens, and he squeezes your jaw, almost tenderly. "I'm right here. No blood will be shed tonight. Fight to your heart's content; I will not give in. You cannot give in, either."

Your heart is all that remains of your better judgement, and it aches at his promise, though the guilt and appreciation is quickly whisked away by your burning rage, your need for violence. You persist, as does he, correcting your every shift, no matter how exhausted he grows. Certainly the most stern you've ever seen him — more disciplined than you knew he could be, but you have little room in your mind to process that. You despise the way that he cares, the fact that he is just gentle enough not to injure you as he restricts you, the understanding in his expression, the near nurturing tone he takes on.

Yet it's the affection that eventually subsides your bloodlust, willing it to retire, however angry it remains. Angry at the loss, angry at the incompetence, angry at the devotion. Devotion to the wrong subject. Gale wins, ultimately — and by some affiliation, so too do you. A temporary victory, you're well-aware, but even if it isn't permanent, your body becomes your own, your thoughts and feelings along with it.

Exhaustion is the first burden you bear upon your return, and Gale is hesitant to ease his grasp on you, but he takes the risk, and you can't muster the energy to move away from him. Your head pangs with a narrow pain, manifesting as a faint ringing in your ears, and your wrists sear with sharp bites from the fraying rope. His hand releases your mouth, shifting quickly to your shoulder as your torso threatens to fall over, your buried rancor having completely wasted away the last of your energy.

Gale sighs, his own muscles easing up as he inches backwards, allowing you to lean more comfortably, and with a bit more stability, against his chest. One of his arms stays displayed over your abdomen, quite possibly still a little worried you might lash out again, and you didn't blame him for exercising caution. You lean into him, mostly because you lack the energy to do much else, but also because you want him to understand that you are beyond appreciative. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper — barely audible at all, really.

"I know. You're okay. Rest now, you'll certainly require some form of rejuvenation if we intend on defeating Ketheric and... Well, repressing whatever it is that you find yourself cursed with. And I assure you, I do so unquestionably intend on assisting you with your affliction. After all, I'm quite fond of my vitals, and I've no interest in seeing them spilled." Gale's tone is almost lighthearted, but genuine still.

His arm releases you, and he guides you to rest your head in his lap, allowing you to experience a little more comfort. Your eyes close, and you fear sleep — you know the possible horrors you could cause when you're left defenseless against your bloodlust — but you feel it taking you nonetheless. Gale doesn't untie you, not yet anyways, and it provides the slightest of reassurances. Worst case scenario, you know that, should the urge take advantage of your rest, Gale will expect it this time.

"Perhaps a poor time for confessions," he begins, his hand brushing stray hairs from your face, "But I must admit, the notion of you becoming lost to that rage is not a concept I'm anywhere near comfortable with. Keeping my heart beating is one motivation, and a strong one at that — but I hope you understand that keeping you safe is also immensely important to me. In all honesty, I'm... not sure what I'd do without you. I worry enough witnessing your engagement in the violent affairs we do so often find ourselves tangling with." Gale pauses, and clears his throat, shifting nervously. "Apologies, pay me no mind — A little shaken up, I fear my feelings may be getting the best of me. Rest. We'll reconvene come morning."

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Another Ramble //SMG4 AND GRAVITY FALLS//

Okay, sorry I'm not posting any art rn- but I'm working on stuff. Possibly a Bill and Puzzles thing- but for now...I just thought of this. Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls definitely is like Mr. Puzzles from SMG4. Look, they don't relate in "perfection" rather cause Bill likes weirdness and chaos, Mr. Puzzles likes perfection and neat stuff. BUT they definitely do relate in craziness, that crazy laugh they both have... (A bit of info about their past childhood self.) And them not accepting love.

WARNING, if you don't know about Bill Cipher or Mr. Puzzles, I think you should definitely watch either show...because both the characters are literally so COOL.

Now, Bill is definitely like that type of guy who is weird, crazy, and has past issues. He doesn't accept love and hides his vulnerability away from others. But he does have a lot of anger issues, can be very crazy if he's drunk, and more. Mr. Puzzles is also crazy, he's kind of insane and since his past issues with no friends and being lonely reflects who he grew up to be. And he also has a bad habit of smoking, sorta similar to cope with all the stressing like Bill did when drinking. Puzzles however when it comes to anger issues, has a lot of patience and just holds it in desperately till the last minute, and boy if he's mad... HES MAD.

And that's how they both have stuff in common! Both are crazy, both just need real friends and comfort, and both also are toxic old men! Puzzles just had a meltdown when he got defeated to the SMG4 crew, Bill also freaked out when he was dying...and when he absorbed everything in Theraprism, he went crazy too! Thats why both of these old men, have big differences, YET SO MUCH IN COMMON. And they're both loved in social media......they would either be besties, or enemies. What do y'all think? (Type in comments or send an ask) ALSO BONUS:

BOTH HAVE THE PERFECT TOXIC MATCH! WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... (Marware sadly isn't canon for now-...but it's still toxic old men stuff.)

So that's my lil' explanation and ramble, a bit long... but whatever. But what do you guys think?

[sjswrites]

Nana

Summary: You grew up under the wing of the Black Widow and even fell in love with her younger sister. Today is a special day. The day your daughter meets Nana.

Warning: I'm sorry for the emotional damage I will cause.

A/n: Hi babe! I'm back. I got some stuff coming up, and I'll probably post a second one today. Anyways, I'm sorry again.

“Baby! Ready to see Nana?” I said as I scooped my baby from my wife’s arms.

“Nana!” She squealed as a few of my giggles slipped out.

“Yeah! Nana...” Yelena held the car's back door open as I buckled the baby in her car seat. I kissed her little forehead before Yelena stepped in to double-check my work. Meanwhile, I got as comfortable as I could with a big dog on my lap.

Yelena stretched her arm over the console and onto my thigh. I put my hand on hers as she smiled with something hidden behind it. “You okay, babe?” I asked as she pulled out of the driveway.

“Yeah… I just wish she was actually here to meet her, you know?” I nodded. “I just miss her.”

I sighed as I squeezed her hand. “Me too…For what it’s worth, I think she’d be very proud of this life you’ve made for yourself. What an amazing Mama you are and an even better wife.” I raised her hand to my lips and kissed it. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you too.” She brought my hand to her lips and did the same. The baby started screaming in the back. “I love you too, baby!” Yelena yelled back as the baby started to giggle.

“Every time.” I said with a little smile.

“I wonder where she gets it from.” I chuckled as I let go of her hand and massaged her neck.

We pulled to the side of the dirt road as Fanny hopped out and started walking down the path. Yelena grabbed the baby and put her on her shoulders as the three of us walked down. As we got closer, I offered to take the baby. Yelena forced a smile as she handed her over.

Yelena took a knee in front of the gravestone and cleaned it up before going around to the side as she pressed her forehead on it. I stepped away with my baby as we picked some flowers deeper in the forest. After a bit, we walked back as Yelena hadn’t moved yet. My baby giggled as she ran back, but stopped.

She dropped her little flowers, ran to the other side, and mirrored Yelena. Sorta. She put her nose on the gravestone and scrunched her face from the cold stone. She squealed and did a little dance as Yelena, and I giggled at her. Yelena stood next to me as we watched her do it again.

“You wanna introduce them?” I asked.

“I think they already know each other.” I hugged her burying my face into her chest.

“She’s such a mama’s girl.” I teased as I kissed her lips.

“I would hope so,” said a deep, raspy voice. We both turned around. “She's a good one.” There she stood. The infamous Black Widow. My mentor. My now sister-in-law. Natasha Romanoff. Or as we call her…

“Nana!” My baby ran over in a breathy giggle. Natasha squatted down in her scuffed black suit as she took in our baby.

I looked up at Yelena and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. “Hey,” Her gaze stuck on the redhead. I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. “Bubba?”

“Please tell me this isn’t real. Tell me this isn’t real.”

“It’s real.” Natasha said as she put the baby on her hip. “It’s always been real, Yelena.”

“H-how are you- how are you here?” Yelena asked as I let her go.

“I’m not sure. I can’t remember much. I just remember showing up at this cabin and the first thing I asked about was you. There was a little cabin with a little girl and woman. They sent me here.”

I put my hand over my mouth as Yelena looked at me. “Natasha, do you know who this is?” She asked, pointing to me. Her eyes scanned over me as she searched for an answer.

“Yelena… it’s fine.” I said as I put my hands on her chest. “Go.” Yelena cupped my face. I faked a smile. “I’m fine. Go introduce your daughter.” She kissed my forehead before walking over to her sister and hugging her. Meanwhile, Natasha’s eyes were glued to me. I looked away. This was a whole new person. This wasn’t Natasha. Not completely, anyway.

“Natasha, this is Allie.” Yelena said, brushing a few strands of her daughter's hair out of her face before looking back up at Natasha. “Short for Alianouva.” I smiled at the three of them despite my broken heart. Oh my God. Clint. I bit the inside of my mouth to distract myself from crying. “Um and this is y/n.” Yelena said pointing to me. “You were her mentor.” Yelena's voice trailed off.

“I’m really sorry…” Natasha said. “I only remember Yelena.”

I shook my head. “No, it's fine. You’re back and that’s all that matters.” I said as I forced a smile.

“Oh my God, Clint.” Yelena said.

“Who’s Clint?” I forced out a breath.

[facelesssforestgirl]

I think Orekoto switches out with Mikoto more than this one time. He is actually out a lot.

Mikoto says he has been forgetting things more and more in his interrogation and Orekoto causes Mikoto to lose time every time they’re switched.

After learning that MILGRAM was not in fact a reality show, Mikoto grew really scared of his friends. He was the only sane person surrounded by crazy people. For all he knew, they could kill him in his sleep. He wasn’t a murderer. That had to be a lie.

Mikoto kept up the names and became overwhelmingly friendly, hoping the killers will like him enough to NOT kill him.

Orekoto knows that Mikoto’s ideas of cutesy nicknames and friendliness isn’t a good way of winning them over. In the mini comics, Mikoto’s attitude changes sorta and he becomes charismatic, calling Haruka by his actual name. Orekoto has taken over.

Orekoto mingles with everyone to check out who is an actual threat to Mikoto. Orekoto knows that Mikoto is not as he seems and the killers surrounding them are probably the same.

With that knowledge in mind, they are all still murderers. No one actually speaks of the crimes they’ve committed. There is always a chance death. Orekoto is probably the answer to the mystery of when does Mikoto actually sleep(sounds are heard all throughout the night). Mikoto sleeps and Orekoto keeps watch.

Mikoto’s fear is blocking the view for Orekoto to protect him.

The only difference now in the switch is that Mikoto has “broken” and Orekoto is pissed. He is ready to kill.

ES is in trouble.

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*pulls up a chair* after death au thoughts???

I love you so much. thank you for indulging me

besides the Vader designs i've been contemplating a lot how Obi-Wan's story would differ because 1) its not just that he left Anakin to die and/or has mentally separated Vader and Anakin. no he literally saw Anakin's death. he held his corpse. he *knows* that his brother his son his padawan is dead and 2) Padmé births the twins and dies before they get to Polis Massa. so Obi-Wan has had to witness his brother's death, birth his brother's children, then watch his brother's wife die all alone

so he shows up to the medical center with grief beyond comprehension, a corpse, and two children in desperate need of medical attention beyond the little force healing/sustaining that obi-wan knows

oh yeah and everyone else that he grew up with and loves and fought with is dead or betrayed him

like that's gotta be the worse headspace in the world to be in while discussing the future of your last link to your brother and sorta sister

like how does Bail and Yoda take all that. How does this change obi-wan's feelings towards separating Luke and Leia. and in general what do they think of how Padmé dies because it is definitely not natural in any respect. no it was horrid and painful and dark. but like with the darkness so much greater than even a day before would Obi-Wan have noticed.

i'm so conflicted about wether to separate the twins or not

like this is my max pain au. I have ideas about how both could be terribly sad.

like if they're separated I have ideas about how the force connects them as twins and how being decedents of the son of the force influences their own force connections. like they could have dreams and visions of each other. or like Luke could be super immersed in the living force and Leia in the unifying. or they attract too much attention or are just too much that it causes the organa's and Lars' to reach out to Ashoka and Ben respectively to help them. and like the horrors of the empire that Leia would see the truth she feels in the force all the time. the despair the death. and how Luke being on Tattooine could go horribly wrong. just the legacy of their parents on them in general without them even knowing.

and then all of Obi-Wan's hermitting just diving into that time of his life. and like having him find connections in this place that Anakin so despised. finding community again. I can so see Beru being called to come collect an absolutely waisted obi-wan from some bar and just patching him back together. and like if he was around a more maybe he and Owen could begrudgingly become friendlier. and I can't see Obi-wan after coming to terms with things sitting by and doing nothing when he knows intimately the suffering of the slaves of tattooine. so like that could be a whole plot point with Luke and Obi-wan together yk bonding with your not uncle uncle.

mmmm and yk as much as I was kinda meh about the obi wan show something happening to Leia where Bail calls up both Ashoka and obi wan to deal with it would be such the perfect opportunity for them to learn of Anakin's not death death. and them doing it together would be so interesting.

But Obi-wan taking them before they could decide how to split them and just running and running and running from everyone and raising them on his own is also such an interesting direction bc then you could bring in a wider cast of characters. Ahsoka and Rex or Cody or Quinlan or lead Obi-wan to the padawans who lost their masters and have him rediscover who he his in this role of a parent to these lost and hurting children in the wake of the genocide of the Jedi. like I could get super nerdy with the Corellian Jedi and the whills and the baran do sages or even the night sister (oh my goshhhh obi wan and ventrissss would be such an interesting dynamic) as Obi-Wan is searching for what being a Jedi looks like now and how to raise the twins and finding survivors.

and that when Vader comes after his children he fights to kill him to protect them and to make a better memory for the death of his people. but this Vader too familiar. he feels familiar. knows his moves too well and he figures out that Vader is Anakin and he can't kill him anymore. because that's the kid he raise who he saw die. like this should literally be impossible

learning that Anakin isn't dead would be so devastating. like an older cal and Caleb watching him regress back to his grief stricken state and trying to shield Luke and Leia from that just ahhhh

like both have such potential I just can't

I may have to have two versions

for the record this may never be written as a fic bc I don't write but it may be drawn just not for a long while...

probably....

[violent-j]

Ever notice how older Juggalos are rude and gatekeepy as fuck? Like, I was browsing R/Juggalo and someone posted selfies of themself in their face paint asking to make some wicked clown friends and the comments were filled with "Elder Juggalos" calling them a Juggaho and an attention whore and telling them to go outside. Like, y'all were a kid trying to find a community once too and now that you have it this is what you're doing to someone who was exactly like you at one point? God y'all are fucking terrible. Makes me scared to interact with anyone above the age of 25 who's a Juggalo to be honest. I'm sorry for the unnecessary dump of information I just had to put it somewhere where someone would understand.

yeah i mean. outside of tumblr i don’t really go on the internet that much, so maybe i’m not the right one to ask. but i can see why you’d be put out by interactions like that.

the ‘older vs. younger/longtime vs. new fan’ friction is something that happens in kinda every fanbase ever, if you look around. gatekeeping is a bummer, but that’s sorta just what happens when any familiar landscape starts to change, it makes people uncomfortable en they start pushing back. in the case of ICP, there’s been such a huge wave of new (and reeeeally young) juggalos lately (i think cause of tiktok and homestuck getting more popular again & stuff?), so the landscape is changing like …….. a lot. & incredibly fast.

from what i’ve seen on this blog, it seems like a really high proportion of the newer and younger fans getting into ICP are also blogging about topics like dissociative identity disorder/systems/alters, being neurodivergent, neopronouns, xenogenders, OCs, furry stuff. i’m personally all for minding my own business and letting people talk about whatever they want (especially when they’re minors, like what the fuck? leave ‘em alone), but yknow. that ‘type’ of fan is understandable really, really different from the type of fan who grew up 30 years ago. yknow? i’m a young person, i’m intersex and queer, and even i don’t really ‘get’ what a xenogender is. if i was a cishet white guy born in 1980 who only uses reddit and facebook, i’d probably be confused as shit.

not defending anyone being a gatekeepy/bigoted/sexist asshole, but it’s something to consider when you’re wondering where all the hate is stemming from (i.e., discomfort). with a ton of new, wildly different fans starting to enter an established fan community, there’s some likelihood of people getting defensive and reacting immaturely about it.

ULTIMATELY THO …….. pls remember, people are basically always more shitty on the internet than in real life. if you show up to the Gathering or a local show, i think you’ll find people to be a lot more welcoming. any self-proclaimed ‘juggalo authority’ who wastes their days posting insults on reddit is a crusty piece of shit and not worth your time, if you ask me.

listen to the music if you want, wear facepaint if you want, go to a show if you want. being a juggalo is about not giving a fuck and watching out for your homies, & anyone who’s doing anything to the contrary has strayed from the path. focus on the clown love, don’t let shallow dumbasses posting on some website ruin shit for you.

[keyh0use]

also the rest of the pogues reaction n toppers

okay wait so I actually wrote out a whole big thing for the Sarah one (and I had intended to put the pogues reactions there too) and it just won't let me finish it. or post it as is, which is super annoying so I'll give the rundown here Sarah definitely knew something was up with Rafe as soon he started sorta kinda dating Barry, she just didn't know what. Her and Wheezie teamed up to try and sneak a peek at his phone or weasel information out of Kelce and Topper but came out empty-handed. After ending her relationship with Topper and joining the pogues, her relationship with Rafe grew tense and they stopped hanging out at all, every interaction ending in argument. She came across him and Barry by a stroke of luck, I would think like while at a bookstore she tagged along with Pope to and catches Rafe carrying around a stack of books for the guy he's trailing after. Sarah watches them from behind a bookshelf and Rafe is laughing at something the man leaned over to whisper and they're bumping shoulders like they've been friends forever. Rafe pays for the books <3 (its a tiny little store, they probably cost like $2 altogether but it makes Barry giddy and turn away to smile) Sarah is left feeling so confused because since when did Rafe have a friend on the cut? Since when did Rafe make new friends at all? They even seemed more buddy-buddy than he is with Topper. After bringing up her weird discovery with the pogues they come to a collective agreement that there's no way Rafe isn't scheming to hurt them or something So they make a plan to hunt down Rafe and stalk him, ending up at a pub where he sits across from the stranger Sarah saw him with at the library. From where the group is hiding it looks like Rafe is blushing, unable to hold eye contact with the man leaning over the table and grinning at him. Then JJ is like wait, seriously, guys? I thought you said Rafe was hanging out with some strange man? That's just Barry. And when he gets a bunch of confused looks in response, he says in disbelief, you know, Rafe's boyfriend? Local drug dealer? Anybody? No? Once the protesting dies down, JJ tells them about how Barry made this new rule that clients weren't allowed coming over after 7 and how his father was pissed and complained about it all the time. And then one day his dad drove over there right at the cutoff to beg and from the truck JJ could see the two cuddled up by a bonfire. Rafe was in Barry's lap and they definitely kissed and the dealer looked beyond annoyed at the interruption but he ran in and got the stuff anyway just to get rid of Maybank Sr. Personally, JJ didn't care and he wasn't all that surprised either. Customer falling for their dealer? Classic. They're all staring through the window then, watching Barry take Rafe's hand as he sips beer. Kiara makes a joke about being sick to her stomach, that dating a drug dealer is low even for someone like Rafe. That the two together are going to tear up the whole damn island and cause havoc. That someone (Sarah) should step in and say something Pope definitely disagrees. He's been on Rafe's shit-list for a long time and he'd love for the kook to be too busy hanging off Barry's arm rather than swinging a golf club at innocent people. John B. doesn't think Rafe deserves to be happy. I mean, a few of them don't but he agrees that they should just leave the two alone to destroy each other. And makes a statement that hopefully being busy with someone else will keep the focus off them Sarah is really upset. There's no way after the events of the show (even season 1) Rafe is too possessive of this one thing that gets to be only his. Of course Sarah doesn't know that. She just knows her big brother who has never been on a date or taken anyone to midsummers is suddenly in a serious relationship and JJ knew before her.

Rafe and Sarah used to gossip and cover for each other and now he's been spending who knows how long down on the cut messing around with someone who makes his addictions worse. And Sarah didn't know.

She definitely cries about the downfall of their once close relationship and isn't sure if it's mendable.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

NEW SONIC PRIME CLIP TAILS, ORIGINS, TRAINS, TORNADO, BURNING SHOES, BOUNCY ANIMATION, SONIC EMOTIONS BROS AHHH (sorry just super excited)

CAN I JUST RAMBLE ABOUT THIS SCENE FOR A SECOND? CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO RAMBLE A BIT

Like holy crap, that animation was so damn smooth and bouncy, Sonic and Nine with such expressive emotions. I'm a sucker for these two and their sibling relationship, but it’s even more interesting in this clip since they don't know each other since a version of Sonic apparently doesn't exist in this dimension, so Nine grew up in this harsh world by himself, not relying on anyone and to make himself multiple mechanical Tails as a way to protect himself.

It makes this scene hurt even more with this knowledge, like with this shot here when Sonic is trying to explain to Nine that they were friends,

It looks like he's almost at his wits end since the kid was apparently attacking him prior to the clip starting, and is trying anything at this point to get it through to him.

I especially love this shot right here, the way the two are close together but the area around them is cold and open, it sorta represents what's going on with these two at this point in their meeting, unfamiliar and distant, basically strangers.

And Sonic’s ears going all floppy and the tapping of his feet when he was trying to figure out what was going on was such a great animation detail XD.

Then came the sweetest part, Nine gets curious and asks Sonic how Tails is in his dimension and what else they did, Sonic just gives him this look of "Dude, you are an amazing kid."

The way he explains to him on how he has the Tornado, how they fought against Eggman multiple times together, it’s the way he describes it just makes it all the better. (Excuse the crappy gif quality, it's the best with what Tumblr gives us)

This whole clip was just a treat to watch and I am so glad it exists now in the form of this show.

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

@manic-pixie-dick-girl replied to your post “How would you prefer I refer to the mechs as well...”:

Thinking on this a bit more. I think there's something sort of... Alienating, maybe... About reading numerals in fiction. It feels a bit artificial to me. Not sure if that's an everyone thing or a me thing. But that may very well be the vibe you want given that it's a hybrid human-machine consciousness you're talking about! In which case I'd use the full model + number.

​So this gave me a lot to think about - or maybe its just the fever making me think very slowly -.-'

Like cause yeah we are dealing with machine-human hybrids here, but in an, IMO unconventional way based heavily off having to read "the cyborg manifesto" and watch "all watched over by machines of loving grace".

All the mechs in Tungsten Rose have AIs built into them, but they're not BT7274 or Cortana, they're like... cmd+space on a mac. They can't talk, they're not actually conscious, but they're able to take cognitive load off the pilot e.g. by switching command protocol for their drones based off circumstances, or fixing a typo they keep making while texting.

The human-machine hybrid I'm thinking off, is more along the lines of like, someone driving their car, or controlling a character in a video game. Like when you're turning left in a car, you think "i'm going to turn left", not "i'm going to turn my car to the left".

I loathe the term "realism" in regards to scifi/fantasy, but that is sorta what I'm going for here. The pilot's perception isn't elevated by plugging their brain into a super computer, its elevated by the fact that they're constantly getting readouts for 17 billion different sensors.

Humans are notoriously bad at telling distances by eye, so one of the more subtle ways I try to show this effect is by the fact that when inside their mechs, pilots always know how far away something is: because they have laser range finders, and its not any more of a conscious act for them to use it, than it is for me to mount up after combat in wow.

All that to say, a big theme in Tungsten Rose is: if you spend enough time preparing for war, you'll eventually start one. And the knights are very much the embodiment of this concept.

Mar and Kista have both been piloting mechs since they were 4 years old. They have undergone rigorous training and a lot of highly invasive surgery, because they grew up being told that one day the fascists will return and try to destroy their home and culture.

And because of this. Because they spent so much of their lives interacting with the world through the filter of a warmachine, and because they can't touch their own face without feeling subdermal armor, everything becomes an act of war.

They aren't able to take a step back, and realize they're essentially dragging the world into a war over who gets to take the pretty girl to the ball. It becomes filtered through the war machine. "It's not about my emotions, I'm protecting the princess, I'm protecting my people, I'm fighting against evil."

All this is to say, i kinda like just using numbers now, even though thats by far the least popular in the poll, specifically because it's so dehumanizing.

[illusionaryneil]

@go-go-devil tagged me to list 8 shows to get to know me better!!

Invader Zim: grew up watching invader zim a lot cause my dad is a huge fan of the show! i initially was sorta frightened by it, but over the years it has definitely become of my favorite shows of all time! it has been a massive inspiration for me and my art and it is just one of those shows i feel like i can watch over and over and love it more with each watch!

Futurama: honestly not sure how much i can say, it is just one of my favorite shows to revisit and fully rewatch lol!

SpongeBob SquarePants Early Seasons: grew up watching the first 3 seasons a ton because i had them on dvd, and it is one of the few shows where i adore every single episode!

The Midnight Gospel: one of the handful of shows that helped me a lot during early 2020. it is absolutely beautiful and still absolutely destroys me so much. really need to rewatch it soon!

Gregory Horror Show: after years of knowing about this show, i finally watched it a year or two ago and i absolutely love it! the artstyle and characters are a ton of fun!

What We Do in the Shadows: probably one of the funniest shows i have watched in a while but it also has some of my favorite character relationships in any media it is really good! having been a huge fan of the original movie, this is an absolutely amazing follow up and takes that original concept and makes it even better!

Keep Your Hands off Eizouken: another of the handful of shows that helped me a lot during early 2020 lol! it has an absolutely beautiful artstyle and all of the characters are wonderful!! lot of really nice memories just waiting too watch new episodes when they released and even watching them in class freshman year lol!

Doctor Who: one that i have loved for years now! not really sure how i discovered it, but instantly fell in love with the show with the 4th doctor and 9th doctor runs of the show and have been watching in ever since! just a lot of fun!

gonna tag @muma-kitty, @dread-knight, @livingzombiiie, and @smsnsa, but also if you see this and want to do this as well, go ahead!! don't feel pressured to join if i tagged though!! also feel free to tag me i love learning about shows lol!!

[storm-driver]

ep 24/25 : aight, reign storm. the first two-parter/one-hour special. i didnt watch this live back then because i was REALLY young and hadnt developed an interest for danny phantom yet. so someone correct me if im getting this wrong. was this a two-part special that was split into two episodes, or was it just a big one-hour block? the source im using to watch this has it split into two parts.

so immediately i need to be the child that grew up in the 2010s and point out the neural receptors in the ectoskeleton suit reminded me of the fucking springlocks in the fnaf suits and im so fucking childish, FUCK.

FNAF STOLE FROM DANNY PHANTOM???

anyways, reign storm actually was a lot better than i remembered. i don't think this episode appealed to me much as a kid since the action was sorta sparse, but i appreciate it a lot more this time around, how the episode paces itself.

ghost king pariah dark is unleashed by dumbass masters teehee, and now danny has to deal with the consequences!!!! rest in shit, king

so immediately this episode sets up for valerie and danny to get proper relationship development down the line by having them bond over getting hounded at school. plus when the ghost invasion starts, and they're forced to work together as huntress and phantom, it's a genuine pact. valerie still doesn't trust him, but she can recognize the real threat when she sees it.

i wanna point out, the fact that every single ghost was so fucking afraid of pariah that they deliberately threw themselves into the human world is such a show of power for pariah himself. EVERY GHOST that danny knows RAN. EVERYONE WAS SCARED.

skulker scouting out the area right outside the portal after pinning danny and just commandeering everyone to flee was kinda awesome. also, danny throwing himself down the stairs into the lab and sliding across the floor to act as the sole barricade against a ghost invasion was ALSO cool, but in a "oh fuck" kinda way, yknow.

pointdexter is the only ghost out of the invading bunch who kinda acknowledges that what they're doing isn't exactly good, shoving humans out of establishments because they need a home to stay in. and i appreciate that the most human-like ghost besides danny has some humanity and pity for everyone else. except it's immediately hilarious bc skulker points out they're all just living in stores and not actual houses, so props to ghosts for not evicting people from their homes LMAO

when danny tries to get info from the other ghosts, it's showcased as everyone sitting around a campfire while skulker recites the legends about the ghost king. except it's also a gag bc they're just in a lil store with a shitty fake campfire to act as the mood lighting and the visual gags in this show are so fucking underappreciated, i refuse to let anyone ignore this image.

the lore behind the ghost king is interesting to me from a canon standpoint because i cant really imagine where it would've gone from here if it ever got brought up again? the crown and ring being such powerful relics that only fiercely powerful ghosts can even wear them is interesting, but then i need to wonder what constitutes a ghost being powerful enough to wield it? could danny feasibly do it? or anyone else in this room? it never gets brought up again, but i would love if it was in the novels, since pariah was briefly seen in some of the panels.

this shot of danny screaming WE MIGHT ALL DIE, BUT LET'S DIE TOGETHER is great btw, love this kid

also, it never gets brought up again in the episode, but a random shitty fenton probe gets launched into the ghost zone and it never does anything for the rest of the runtime, what even was that.

danny is fed up with vlad lowkey being the cause of this whole mess and outright goes to give him shit for it, then when vlad gets cocky and insists he's controlling the whole chess game, danny loses his temper and just SLAMS HIM. the angry ghost eyes, the lamppost breaking so he can clock vlad without worry of being seen. vlad accusing danny of fighting just like he does, cold and dirty, and danny screaming back "I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU" it's all SO GOOD. IT'S ACTUALLY GREAT??? i wonder if they ever expand on this (they dont.)

once pariah gets the ring back and it's Looking Dire, that's when danny realizes *ahem*

he's not strong enough on his own to fight pariah, but his parents come in clutch again with the ectoskeleton. but still has imposed risk with how the suit just drains your life force, even if it makes your power output a hundred-fold stronger. so danny riding this thing into battle is do or die.

i appreciate the moment where valerie attempts to pilot the suit because she's realized the same thing, the suicide mecha thing is the only hope they have for fighting back. but danny, in a slight joking manner (but also incredibly kind-hearted way to sorta save valerie???) slaps the hood off her face to expose her and make her father panic. and grabs the suit for himself to pilot.

they weren't kidding when they said it was a death wish, the entire lead up to the final fight is framed as danny's last words he might say to his friends. everyone's sad, but trying to be hopeful. danny himself finally gets to rebuke the stupid fuckin invisobill name and tell everyone what his ACTUAL name is, and it actually sticks, too. people use the phantom title from here on and it just feels right.

the actual fight itself is a little goofy fun. danny gets to fuck around with the obscene power of the mecha suit, which has a blue light as opposed to a green one, i like that teehee. it's pretty obvious this was the episode that burned the fucking budget of this show though, there is a lot of needless cgi where i would've gotten the point from hand drawn frames. still, it's fun to watch shit explode violently, so the skeletons just BLOWING UP after a while was good fun.

the other ghosts make a last-second return to help danny fight pariah's army of ghosts, so that danny himself can devote himself to fighting pariah. poindexter looks so fucking funny in this shot tho dude, like wtf is he even gonna do here. he is Actually just a dude.

i would've liked to see more physicality in the fight itself, since danny is sorta just getting his ass beat while showcasing how stupid strong pariah is for DEALING with every kick danny is throwing at him. he only gets the upperhand slightly bc the mecha is able to give danny enough power to FINALLY DUPLICATE HIMSELF PROPERLY. which HELL YEAH KING, GET IT. bro was so upset when kwan did it accidentally in the other episode, and now danny gets to relish in it, even if briefly. he DESERVES a tiny victory, good for him.

so specifically with fight choreography, i feel the show would still benefit way more if they'd kept the person who did the storyboarding for fright knight. which i went back to check who that was, and i think it's Ray Angrum? he's the only consistent name between fright knight, public enemies, and pirate radio, which are the three episodes that looked the most distinct. though he is mentioned to have done at least SOME storyboarding for reign storm, but i have a feeling it wasn't the final fight sequences. or at least, not all of them.

the resolution feels just a lil too cheeky since danny casually shoots the crown off pariah's head and that makes him freak out for a second. which gives danny the time to throw pariah into the coffin again and try to keep it shut. but oops, he lowkey forgot the suit is KILLING HIM and there is absolutely no way he could keep it shut for however long it would take pariah to get tired, and danny sorta resigns himself to probably dying on this hill.

except, last second save, vlad shows up with the same key that started this whole mess and locks the coffin. it's nice to see that vlad did at least care for danny enough to save him from dying. dragging him back home and ensuring he was safe before hauling away with the ectoskeleton for a future episode.

he also...made a deal with the fright knight? allegedly?? but that ALSO never gets brought up again, so fuck me i guess for being curious.

the episode ends off with danny phantom being the accepted name for the ghost boy, and most people's opinions have changed about him. which is nice to see his previous screw-ups are able to be forgiven and danny has a chance to be respected for his selfless acts. it's a nice lead-in for the rest of the season, and i honestly think this special could've acted as a good launch point directly after memory blank. maybe if memory blank had gotten the one-hour treatment and this kinda episode came right after as a two-parter, it'd make the lead-in for season 2 feel a lot better paced.

as far as the episode by itself goes, i liked it. there's a lot of time dedicated to making sure the weight and pacing of everything feels right. episode times are even extended past the typical 22-minute mark in the second half because the fight at the end probably ran long with the resolution scene they wanted.

nothing really felt cut except for danny suddenly getting the upperhand in the final fight. but even then, he didn't just win. he was FIGHTING with his entire life to keep pariah stuck in the coffin and barely managed to do it long enough to make sure that it locked.

there's little moments scattered throughout the episode that help with the pacing. the suit getting built and showcased, the ghosts that fled trying to mesh with their new homes in the human world, conversations and short moments between vlad and danny, or valerie, or the other fentons. jazz herself helps cover for danny at one point right before the ghost invasion and sam just fuckign looks at her like ???? thanks but???? IT'S HYSTERICAL. but also, it's just nice to see a cohesive story with all of its elements getting the right amount of screen time. whoever handled the writing for this episode, props to you, you did great.

this definitely deserved the one-hour treatment as a special, and im glad to watch it again as an adult, with a little more appreciation for all the pieces i get to put together. im eager to see if the novel takes anything established here and does something with it. and im also eager to see if ultimate enemy and reality trip hold up as much as reign storm. i have a feeling it'll be different, but i do love this show and i'll gladly watch more of it for even a crumb of stuff like this.

WE'RE DOING A NEW POST FOR SEASON 2, HERE WE GO

(link to the season 1 post here, check the notes for each episode)

[dudemanauthor]

A Lot Of Neo For A Big Penny

Author's Note: This one kinda sorta started off a loose series, but the follow-ups aren't super closely attached to this one. I'll make mention of the links when they come up, but reading them all isn't super important to understanding them.

It was a nice and sunny day out in the city of Vale, the perfect day for Neo to be enjoying a nice, large and completely legitimately acquired ice cream. Sure, it was one of the dozen or so she had already eaten, but it was hot today and Neo needed the help cooling down. Now, if only her corset would stop being so uncomfortably tight. That was when she reached back with one hand to loosen it off a little, giving her belly a little bit more room as it peeked out beneath her corset. Feeling much better, Neo kept walking until she rounded a corner and spotted a very interesting sight. It was a good-looking red-haired girl walking down the street, looking adorable and innocent up top with her fairly modest-looking grey old-fashioned blouse. However, her overalls skirt seemed to barely drape over a pair of thick thighs squished into frilly black stockings, and a butt that seemed concealed to the public eye, but Neo spotted the slightest hint of cute pink panties showing. As the girl walked, Neo watched as the girl’s wide hips sashayed, revealing hints of the girl’s plump and jiggling rear. Neo liked what she saw, and she wanted to see more of it. She shoved the last of the ice cream into her mouth in one go, before sidling on up next to the cute girl. Neo quickly typed out a message on her scroll and tapped the bottom-heavy girl on the shoulder.

‘Hey Cutie, you doing anything later? Cause I can think of something I wanna do later,” the message read. The red-haired girl quickly read the message and grinned.

“Why thank you,” the girl said. “I also find you attractive and would like to spend time with you.” Neo was emboldened by this and was working on typing up another flirty message when the girl continued talking. “Your large, round stomach is very cute, and I think it would look even cuter if it was larger. I would like to take you to eat and make your stomach bigger.” The girl reached over and began to rub Neo’s bloated belly through her corset, occasionally grazing her fingers across the small patches of bare and exposed skin. Neo froze up, her mind trying to properly comprehend what the girl was saying as she changed her message.

‘Wait, you’re into that kind of stuff?’ Neo’s message asked. The girl nodded.

“That is correct. Bigger is better, as others say, and it is most easily achieved by eating a lot of food. It is why I enjoy having such a large rear,” the girl explained, patting her plump rear to emphasise her point. Neo thought for a moment. The girl was right, that bigger rear was definitely nice. If making it bigger meant eating, then going eating with her was definitely a good idea. Sure, there was a chance it could backfire and she could end up huge before the other girl grew any larger, but Neo wasn’t exactly thinking logically when there was a chance at seeing this girl grow an even larger rear.

‘Alright, I’m in. Oh, btw, I’m Neo. You got a name, cutie patootie?’ Neo asked with a quickly typed message.

“My name is Penny. Does the ‘Neo’ in your name refer to ice cream, like the ice cream on your cheek?” the red-haired girl asked, before using her thumb to wipe Neo’s cheek clean and have the tiny bit of ice cream for herself. Neo gave a sort of non-committal shrug for an answer as she and Penny went off for food.

The first stop was a burger joint fairly close to where Neo and Penny met. Penny just seemed to have an uncanny knowledge of where it was, along with a long list of other restaurants. It was as if she was a walking GPS or something. Still, Neo couldn’t exactly complain. After all, they did get here very quickly.

“Do not worry, my new attractive and mute friend, I will order a meal for you. I will also pay for it as well, so do not worry,�� Penny chirped as she marched up to the counter while Neo found a booth for the two of them.

‘This is just getting better and better’, Neo thought, with a devious grin slipping onto her face, ‘If she’s paying, I’m taking full advantage of this.’ Before long, Penny was back with two large burgers, with two large stacks of fries and two large strawberry milkshakes. The burgers and fries were impressive enough, but the milkshake was, frankly, ridiculous. It was called a ‘large’, but that title didn’t do the drink in front of her justice. It must have been the length of Neo’s forearm and quite a bit wider. Neo was going to enjoy this.

As Neo worked her way through her meal, it dawned on her that she was already very full from her mountain of ice cream before meeting Penny. Cramming all of this into her mouth only made things worse. Her belly was incredibly full by the time she was done, and she needed to undo her corset even more, making it so loosened that it was barely worth keeping on. Penny seemed to be doing much better, her belly barely even making a bump in her outfit. With her meal finished, Neo leaned back, basking in gastronomical satisfaction as she rubbed her belly. A small, quiet burp slipped past Neo’s lips, catching Penny’s attention.

“Neo, do you require a belly rub?” Penny asked sweetly. Neo nodded and Penny came around the table, planting her plump rump on the seat next to Neo and gently massaging Neo’s belly. “Let me know when you would like to go to the next place,” Penny stated. Eventually, Neo was feeling better, and so the pair stepped out of the burger joint. Before they made it to the pizza place that was next on Penny’s food binge tour, Neo took a moment to remove her corset, as she was able to tell that it was only going to get less and less necessary as the day went on.

A few hours later, and Penny and Neo were slumped back in their seats at a quiet ice cream parlour, with the massive bowls they had just emptied sitting before them. Neo was a belching mess, barely able to go three seconds without needing to let out a burp, even with Penny’s belly rub helping to soothe her belly, which had been gurgling up a storm for the last… three stops? Five? It was hard to tell at this point, the whole day had become a blur thanks to the haze of gluttony. Neo was on the verge of a food coma, and however many stops the pair had made, it was very easy to tell from the state of Neo that it had been a lot. Her belly was taut and round, large enough to look like Neo had swallowed a beach ball whole. Neo’s belt and pants were undone, giving her gargantuan gut just that little bit more room. Of course, Neo was going to need more than a little bit of room for this belly. Despite having eaten just as much as Neo, Penny’s belly was still covered by her outfit, despite how much larger it was. In fact, Penny barely even seemed to react to the mountains of food she had eaten, while Neo was struggling to even think properly, let alone move around comfortably.

“Neo, are you feeling okay?” Penny asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Neo shrugged, not really having the brainpower to come up with a real answer. “Oh dear. I think it would be a good idea for you to rest,” Penny then said as she hopped up out of her seat. Even in her dazed state, Neo could still appreciate Penny’s skirt being pushed up by her belly, revealing some more bared thick thigh and more pudgy rear. As Penny helped Neo up, Penny gave Neo a shoulder to lean on as she staggered out of the ice cream parlour, cradling an angry-sounding belly. “Do not worry, Neo, I will get us to a hotel room and I will make you feel better,” Penny reassured as she guided Neo through Vale. Neo could tell that there were plenty of eyes on her. How could they not be? She was very attention-grabbing, having her massive, pale belly out for everyone to see as she burped constantly and loudly. Of course, even if it wasn’t Neo they were staring at, they would still be staring in her direction if they were looking at Penny flashing everyone as she walked along, not looking like she had a care in the world about her indecency.

Once the pair were finally at the hotel, Penny sat Neo down on the king-sized bed and Neo took the opportunity to flop over on her side, sinking into the surprisingly nice and comfortable mattress as she let out more burps and silent groans. As Neo lay there, Penny went to work, rubbing Neo’s belly and making her feel even better than the other belly rubs after each meal. Maybe needing it so badly, and receiving it while laying now nice and comfortably, was making it feel so much better. Neo felt downright heavenly as Penny massaged and rubbed her belly, her head spinning with pleasure, which was building and building, before Neo finally fell into a food coma, passing out and quietly sleeping while Penny kept rubbing her belly, helping Neo digest her food faster.

As Neo slept, the mountains of food she and Penny ate really began to affect her. Before Penny’s own eyes, Neo began to grow. The growth was focused pretty much entirely on her rear and her thighs, with a little bit helping widen out her hips. Her pants were already a slim fit, but as she grew, her pants grew snugger and snugger, tighter and tighter. Before long, they were straining to contain the rapidly growing Neo. Seams were splitting, fabric was tearing, all to try and get out of the way of Neo’s increasing mass. It was all in vain though, as Neo’s growing thighs and rear destroyed her pants and plain white panties, completely ruining them as they surged free of their constraints. She seemed to rise into the air as her thighs and rear lifted her up as they grew. Eventually, Neo was completely bare below the waist, her pants tattered ruins beneath her as she slept.

That is not to say that nothing happened to Penny. After all, she ate almost as much as Neo, she just had not started the day with a dozen ice creams. Of course, Penny started off larger than Neo, so her plump rump had a head start on Neo’s previously perky posterior. The extra ice creams that Neo had helped her catch up, but Penny’s growth was still very impressive. Without pants in the way, Penny’s rear basically grew unimpeded, pouring out under her skirt and raising it up, going well beyond indecent as the massive pale hemispheres of her rear pushed her skirt up and stretched her cute pink panties to their limits. It wasn’t long before they were pulled past their limits, bursting and falling down, useless and torn. Penny also began to rise up, her pillowy rear’s increasing padding pushing her up. Fortunately, she also seemed to be growing taller, as she didn’t seem to have any trouble reaching the ground. Neo seemed to be growing taller too, her chunky legs extending down to the foot of the bed, making her at least a foot taller, if not more.

A little while later, Neo awoke to this incredibly unexpected sight. She was a little bit conflicted as to how she felt about this. She had an incredible rear that almost no other human could compare to. Almost, because Penny also seemed to be as bottom-heavy as she was. Unfortunately, her favourite pair of pants were ruined. It was nothing an illusion couldn’t cover up, but it was still a real shame to lose a nice pair of pants, even if it was to gain such a magnificent rear. Neo sat up on the bed, her movements getting Penny’s attention.

“Oh, Neo, are you feeling better?” Penny asked sweetly as if she wasn’t currently exposing her massive rear to Neo, and as if Neo wasn’t doing the same as well. Neo nodded in response as she patted down the remains of her pants trying to find her scroll. Eventually, she found it, and she tapped out a message for Penny.

‘Need me to pick up some replacement clothes? I bet you don’t wanna be walking around with that fat ass out for everyone to see,’ Neo’s message read.

“That is very kind of you, but I do not wish to have new clothes yet,” Penny stated. “Instead, I would like for us to enjoy our newly improved bodies.” Neo put on a lewd grin as she tapped out a response on her scroll.

‘In that case, hold this while I slip into something more comfortable.’ As she handed the scroll and the message off to Penny, Neo hopped up out of bed, a slightly more difficult task with her expanded body throwing off her balance slightly, but it was still manageable. Neo then snapped her fingers and her illusions kicked in, replacing her jacket top with just a lacy pink bra hugging her perky breasts. This had Penny’s eyes wide open with surprise and excitement.

“You are very attractive. I am very glad to have met you,” Penny said, before stripping herself. Once she was nude, Neo spotted something she didn’t expect to see on Penny. Penny had a cock, rigid and ridged, and it appeared to be a perfectly average length, even if the rest of her lower body made it seem small by comparison. It was Neo’s turn to have a surprised look on her face, but she hardly had an issue with it, it was just unexpected. Neo came over to the bed and lay down on it, as Penny clambered atop her, with both of the girls looking straight at each other’s erogenous zones. Penny lowered herself down, low enough to bury her head between Neo’s enormous thighs and low enough to slip her cock into Neo’s mouth. Penny’s cock was hot in Neo’s mouth, aroused and ready for Neo to suck on. As Neo began blowing Penny, there was a sudden jolt of pleasure that ran up Neo’s spine as she felt Penny’s tongue begin to explore her core. Neo let out soundless moans as Penny pleasured her, while Neo’s head was squished between Penny’s pillowy thigh as she sucked Penny’s cock. Neo was also in the perfect position to enjoy Penny’s massive rear. Neo squeezed and groped at the soft mass, marvelling as her hands sunk deep into Penny’s fat. The pleasure of Penny’s tongue diving into Neo’s core was building and filling Neo’s whole body. From the muffled noises that Penny was making, it was clear that she was enjoying the work Neo was doing on her cock. Penny’s cock began to swell and twitch in Neo’s mouth as Neo kept sucking. Neo felt herself getting closer and closer to what felt like it was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm. Neo was already shaking from excitement and pleasure when Penny’s cock began to leak precum. As it hit Neo’s tongue, Neo paused for a moment, surprised at the taste. It was surprisingly sweet and similar to marshmallow, which made Neo raise an eyebrow at the unique taste. Before Neo could think any further, the pleasure in her core had built up to such a point that she could feel herself hitting a point of no return. Then, all of a sudden, Neo came, feeling it in every fibre in her expanded body. Her back arched and every muscle in her body tensed up, getting a tighter grip on Penny’s rear and squeezing her thighs in tighter against Penny’s head. Then, Penny’s cock began to throb as more precum came out, giving Neo a moment’s notice before Penny’s cock began to pump its sweet and sugary tasting load into Neo’s mouth. Neo was so enamoured by the taste that she barely even registered the fact that she was drinking it all in, and she barely even noticed how much it was at first. When Neo finished her orgasm and Penny brought her head up, Neo could hear Penny’s low moans of pleasure with every throb of her cock pumping more and more down Neo’s throat. That was when Neo started to notice that her stomach was starting to feel full again. It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling, but it did leave Neo worrying about how much of a load Penny had.

When Penny finally finished coming, having pumped herself dry, Neo’s stomach felt heavy and full, and Neo was feeling not too far off how she felt after the countless meals she ate yesterday. Once Penny extracted herself from Neo, Neo could tell where that feeling was coming from. Her belly, previously dwarfed by her now titanic thighs, was now a large, round potbelly. It wasn’t as large as it was after her ludicrous binge session before she went to sleep, but it felt heavier as if Penny’s cum was sitting heavier in her stomach or like it was making her feel more bloated. She sat up slowly, still not fully used to her larger body and not wanting to disturb her refilled belly. Meanwhile, Penny got into position to lay next to Neo on the bed. Penny reached over and went back to rubbing Neo’s belly, which was very much in need of rubbing now. Neo let out a sigh of relief as Penny went to work, her head rolling back as the pleasure from her orgasm rolled around in her head, leaving a dazed, blissful look on her face.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Neo?” Penny asked. Neo nodded slowly. “I am glad that you have enjoyed yourself. Also, I would like to add that you are even more attractive with your larger body.” With that, Neo leant up, cupped Penny’s face with a hand and kissed her. It was a brief kiss, but it said plenty from Neo to Penny. It said that Neo loved it too, and she was ready for more later on.

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Okay but what if mc said 'i love you ' for the first time totally random. Like the ros we're doing something so mundane and then mc just sorta blurts it out and then turns into a tomato.

Sorry for my hiatus, everybody…🫣

Lane

Lane pauses on the top button of his shirt. His eyes widen slightly as he stares into his wardrobe closet. He lets his hand fall loose from his shirt, and slowly turns around to look at you. He was quiet during this movement, and so were you as you didn’t understand the effect of saying those three little words until you heard them out loud. You glance at Lane, who catches your side eye, and you begin to worry.

He stares into your eyes, a moment of hesitation flickering in his eyes before he opened his mouth. “Could you please repeat yourself?”

You look away from him, leaning your head to the side as if contemplating what to say. “I…” you croak, but no other words were spoken.

Lane purses his lips, but confidence grew large inside of him. He looks you up and down, taking note of your red face and shaky breaths. The corner of his lip rose before falling back down. “I love you, as well.”

You lift your head, but he had already turned back to face the closet once more. Your eyebrows rose, your mouth open in shock. But Lane didn’t notice as he continued to unbutton his shirt.

Simon

Simon halts his hands that were playing with your fingers. He breathes in deeply and moves his blue eyes towards your face, which was quickly turned away from him. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing, but his smile ultimately gave it away.

He pulls your hand up to his mouth, taking a tiny pause before kissing your thumb softly. He watches you hold your breath, and his smile fully breaks through. “I wish I would have known that you felt this way.”

You close your eyes for a second to let the embarrassment wash over you, even as Simon was continuing pecking the rest of your fingers.

He kisses your pinky finger last, and with that, he looks upon you again, a smooth smile drawn back onto his face. “Then I would have told you first.”

Henery

Henery sits with you at the top of a tree in the middle of the forest. He stares at you as you cling to the post of the tree, your feet trying to find solace on one of the branches. Henery was leaning comfortably back on the tree, watching the clearing below. But now he was tense.

He never looked at you, and you believed that it was better to come face-to-face with him after that moment. But situations never slow down Henery’s words. “Shh. The animals could have heard you.”

You felt a little lucky that he didn’t comment on the subject of your words, but that didn’t stop you from making a warranted eye roll. Your nails scrape against the bark as you try again to find your footing. This causes the leaves to shake from your sitting branch, which presents an annoyed expression from Henery.

You give him an apologetic smile, all the while continuing to make noise. Henery sighs heavily, grabbing his satchel, ready to give up for the day. But not before he looks into your embarrassed eyes. “If I were to tell you that I loved you, would you have been silent?”

B

B stops in the middle of polishing their armor, and they lift their head, their eyes making contact with yours across the table. Your eyes widened, and you look everywhere else but them. B hesitantly set down their armor, releasing the cloth from their grip.

B lets out a small laugh after a moment of silence, and you look down, wallowing in your self-pity. “Hey…”

You glance up, your eyes meeting theirs. You let out a bated breath as you watched B smile, their white teeth on display. You felt a little pressure relieved from you, but your heart was beating faster than usual.

B’s eyes showed full compassion and love as they spoke to you. “I love you, too. I…love you more than anything.”

Samara

Samara smirks silently to herself, and you never saw her expression as she was leaning over a paper she was writing on. Hunched over the desk, her heart raced a little, but she felt satisfied.

Looking over her shoulder, she catches you staring at her—waiting. She gives you a small smile, but you still felt a little embarrassed over your words. “Don’t fret, sweetheart. That was…nice.”

Your forehead wrinkles, and your worry increases. “‘Nice’?”

Chucking your red hair over her shoulder, she gives you a dazzling smile. “Yes. I love you, and that is nice.”

M

M grunts as they roll out the dough on the cutting board. You weren’t sure if they heard you, but if they did, they seemed clueless. You twiddle your thumbs in your lap, sitting on top of the island in the castle kitchen. You watch M closely and carefully, trying to gauge any reactions to your confession.

But they seemed concentrated on rolling out the dough perfectly. You weren’t expecting to say the words again, and you were glad to feel the relief of not knowing M’s answer. You stare at them, quietly watching them cut the dough roughly.

They cut the dough slowly, tracing an invisible outline. You cock your head, trying to decipher the shape they were cutting. After pieces fell from the shape, M finally looked at you, a smile gracing their lips. They turn the cutting board towards you, and you look down to see the heart-shaped dough.

Your heart warms a little, but it then fades as you realize that they heard you. But M’s smile is steady and they give you a wink. “And I love you.”

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Thank you very much for the ask, Anon. This was a long-winded one lol, but I’m glad I dared to finish it instead of putting it off. Thanks! ❤️👑

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Okay so I’m not reblogging the original post cause I made it sorta long and I don’t wanna clog up anyone’s dashes and such, but I have some more ideas. I tagged the post ‘Mandalorians adopt ferals’ and all posts with that will be tagged that too, so, follow that to find more.

I’ve decided that the Jedi creche has wookie creche masters (I don’t care what AU it is literally my fave characters of any AU will always be wookie creche masters. They give the BEST hugs and tell super old stories and even have pics of Yoda as a youngling) and so when a Mando’ade Wookie approaches Jaster and Jango to get their ferals something to eat and blankets, Jaster and Jango actually expect the ex-jetti to be a little more nervous about this massive wookie comin up on them.

But Xanatos and Obi-Wan were temple raised and that instills a lifetime of reaction in them. They are attentive and listen quietly to the nice wookie that just wants to give them blankets and food (they were super nice and gave Obi-Wan post-starvation portions but he’s kinda grumpy that Xanatos got more spices than him but he’s less likely to throw it up if they give him a little more flavor) and they’re finally warm and fed and ready to just… give up and let someone else fix this shit.

There are a lot of Sith headcanons out there and idk and idc about most of them, because I don’t really like any Sith AUs, but I like the idea that without the force to compound his anger, Xanatos is just beyond exhausted. He’s depressed and exhausted and can’t stop crying and self hatred and can’t stop thinking about what he’s done but also what Qui-Gon has done to him (and now, to Obi-Wan too) and he’s just done. That drive he had for revenge and power is just gone. He just wants to sleep a million years.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, is sort of still terrified. He’s surrounded by Elders rn and he’s been running for his fucking life from just about everyone he meets for a solid 6 months now, he’s gone through torture and slavery and now that his collar is off again, he can FEEL the love and concern these adults are giving him, but it’s still terrifying.

He clings to Jango (and sort of Myles, who was the one to help remove the collar) because younger (tho still 20-22) and oddly enough, the nice wookie. He still grew up in the creche and him and Xanatos know that Wookies love cubs more than just about anything. So. Jango. Maybe Myles. Def the nice old Wookie who says he’s 1.6k years old. That’s mega old. And he supports the new Mand’alor???? So Jaster must be a good guy if he’s got support from a Wookie who also supported Tarre Viszla too.

By the time Dooku shows up it’s to see his ex-grandpadawan in a depressed slump on a cot (Jaster is swapping between running their forces to find the Death Watch so they can get off this planet and find some mind healers, and taking care of the tired man in his tent trying to become one with the mattress) and his OTHER ex-grandpadawan hiding from everyone except the alor’ade and a nice wookie who’s wrapped him up in blankets and such, lookin half starved and changed into someone’s kid’s overalls.

He is immediately a fuckin mess. His grandbabies went missing and he’s been petitioning the council to bar Qui-Gon from any more students for years and then his OTHER grandbaby goes missing and he finally finds them both lookin like life has used them and abused them and he was right!!! Qui-Gon needs to be barred from anymore kiddos!!!! He’s already ruined at least two!!!

He’s the one who’s finally able to coax Xanatos into a semblance of life again, mainly by creating a force bond with him as soon as Jaster lets him near enough, and Obi-Wan’s crying again because this is just gonna be one more master who leaves him behind for another student and he’ll never be good enough for anyone and Jango is trying to coddle him into calming down so Dooku makes a bond with Obi-Wan too and now Obi-Wan is hiding in Jango’s lap all embarrassed and refusing to come out cause he was crying like a baby over not getting enough attention and Dooku is gonna end up flailing here, he’s got his work cut out for him dealing with these two now. Oh god he’s got some fucking work to do.

Obi-Wan accepts Dooku being his and Xanatos’s stand in master till someone can come to take over their care later. Dooku says he kind of wants to bring in Master Sifo-Dyas for Obi-Wan, considering their gifts are similar enough, but he’s also asking Master Nu to come out with him (which perks Jaster right up cause the woman has blocked every number he’s sent her messages under and he just wants to see the goddamn archives in person plzzzzz) and tbh she might end up being the one to take Obi-Wan on with Sifo-Dyas together because it would be good for them.

Xanatos says he doesn’t wanna be a Jedi Knight so maybe just giving him to the mind healers is best, so now they have mind healers coming out too.

Anyways. Xanatos is depressed and Obi-Wan is a whiny baby who just REALLY wants to get the attention he never gets for once and as soon as Dooku realizes he can give Obi-Wan a bond with Jango and Jaster he’s fuckin gonna cause this kid deserves some attention for once and Obi-Wan is just so sad and self hating but also terrified of adults and he just deserves someone he can count on fully for once. He’s just a little guy. The nice Wookie is gonna be the best ba’vadu ever.