#don't know what the other ship names would be

[allthingsfangirl101]

Not Hangman To Her – Jake "Hangman" Seresin

"We are about to embark on an emergency rescue mission," Maverick said. Instantly, all of the pilots straightened up as he continued. "The U.S.S. Reynolds set off three days ago. Their mission was supposed to be simple but it took a bad turn. After a dogfight, three out of their four pilots were killed."

"What about the fourth?" Rooster asked.

"She's MIA," Maverick sighed. "We are close to her last known coordinates. We've been asked to complete a search and rescue."

"Who's the pilot?" Phoenix asked.

"Her name is Lieutenant Y/F/N Y/L/N."

Hangman's heart jumped into his throat when Maverick put the pilot's picture on the screen. His mind raced as his eyes and thoughts were glued to the girl he met in training.

Y/N? There's no way she would be mixed up in all this. She's the best pilot. Whatever happened was not pilot error. Y/N didn't do anything to put her in this position. She's too. . . perfect to make a mistake that would cost her her life or the lives of her team.

"Hangman."

Hangman jumped when Rooster walked by, kicking his shoe. "You good?"

"I'm fine," Hangman said, clearing his throat.

"You sure?" Payback scoffed. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Do you know someone on the U.S.S. Reynolds?" Phoenix asked.

"No," he said a little too quickly. "Why would I know anyone on the U.S.S. Reynolds?"

Before his team could tell he was lying, he left the room. He went back to his bunk and slammed the door shut behind him. Hangman frantically searched through his stuff, and at the very bottom, finally found the picture of him and Y/N in training.

~ • ~

"Keep up, Seresin!" Y/N laughed as she ran ahead of me.

As fast as I pumped my legs, I could never outrun Y/N. Then again, I didn't try to. I couldn't help but like the feeling I got when she bragged about being the better pilot. I loved how happy she got as she excitedly jumped around after beating me. I liked that it made her so happy.

"I win again!" Y/N giggled as she jumped and spun around. "Say it. Say that I am faster than you, Seresin. Say it. Say it. Say it."

I pretended to be angry as she jogged around me and chanted for me to say it. I didn't mind saying it but she expected me to push back, so I did.

"If I say it, will you stop circling me?"

Y/N stopped right in front of me. She smiled cheekily at me as she bounced on her toes. "Did you have something to say to me, Seresin?"

"You are the faster runner, Y/L/N," I recited just for her. "You're better than me."

"And don't you forget it!" She giggled as she went back to jumping up and down. Suddenly, her ankle gave out. I instantly caught her and pulled her close to my chest.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice soft.

"I think so," she said slowly.

"Are you sure?" I asked, starting to panic. "Maybe I should take a look at it. Here, sit down and I will. . ."

"I'm fine, Jake," Y/N chuckled as she patted my shoulder.

She turned away from me and stretched her legs as I overthought the last 2 minutes. The thought of Y/N in pain made me want to do anything I could to make sure she wasn't in it anymore.

I'd do anything to make sure Y/N was happy, healthy, and safe.

~ • ~

Hangman snapped out of the memory, his hands shaking as he held the picture. The idea that Y/N was out there somewhere, lost and alone, filled him with more fear than he knew what to do with.

"She's okay," he mumbled to himself. "She's safe. We are going to find her. We are going to find her. I will find you, Y/N, I promise."

* * * * *

The next few hours went by in a blur for Hangman. The ship changed course toward Y/N's last known location. When they got there, Hangman and a few others took off in their planes and began searching the water for any sign of Y/N or her plane.

As he searched, all Hangman could do was think of the worst-case scenarios.

What if they're looking in the wrong area? What if they find her plan but not her? What if they find her but it's too late? What if they find her and get her back to the ship, but can't save her? What if he never finds her? What if he loses her? What if he loses her before he gets a chance to tell her how he feels?

"We got her!" Rooster yelled, pulling Hangman out of his spiral.

"Well, we got pieces of her plane," Payback sighed.

Hangman quickly turned around and flew to them. He started searching the sea for any sign of the girl he was crazy about. Finally, his eyes landed on something that instantly burned into his brain - Y/N unconscious on a piece of her plane.

"I got her," he said, his voice not nearly loud enough. He cleared his throat and tried again but louder this time. "She's over here!"

"Maverick, we got her! We need a search and rescue party now!"

"Stay there," Maverick instructed through their headsets. "We're sending one to your coordinates now."

Hangman didn't move his plane an inch. Instead, he stayed right where he was and kept a close eye on Y/N's unconscious body. He wanted nothing more than to dive into that water and swim to her. Instead, he hovered close enough to keep an eye on her as the ship sent a medical boat to their location. Hangman watched as the divers pulled her out of the water and safely onto the boat.

Once they had her, Hangman sped back to the ship. He landed and instantly jumped out of his plane and ran as fast as he could to the infirmary. When he got there, they were just bringing her in.

"Y/N?" Hangman panicked. His heart jumped into his throat when he caught a glimpse of her unconscious and pale body.

"Woah, stop," Maverick said as he grabbed Hangman before he could run into the exam room. "The doctors have her. They will do whatever they can to help her."

Hangman looked behind Maverick to see the exam doors close, separating him from the girl of his dreams.

"They will come get us as soon as they have any news about Lieutenant Y/L/N's status," he said with a knowing look in his eyes. Maverick wasn't sure how Hangman and Y/N were connected, but one look at the worry in his eyes and Maverick knew there was something.

"I just want to. . . I wish there was. . ." Hangman stuttered. "I just want to help her, Mav."

"All we can do now is relax and wait," Maverick said gently. Maverick studied him briefly before finally asking, "How well do you know Lieutenant Y/L/N?"

"Y/N and I were in training camp together," Hangman sighed as he sat in a nearby chair. "Some guys in our group were giving her a hard time. I defended her and after that, we got close. We ran together, trained together, studied together. We did everything together until we got our orders to ship out. We were sent to different ships and. . . I haven't talked to her since she shipped out. I tried to keep track of her but. . ."

Maverick waited for him to continue, but Hangman got distracted by his memories. Maverick sat next to him and gently patted his shoulder. "The good news is we found her," Maverick tried to comfort him. "The doctor told me that he thinks we got to her just in time."

"That's good," Hangman said numbly, "I guess."

The rest of their team slowly trickled in as they waited. Two hours later, the doctor finally came out.

"How is she?" Hangman panicked as he jumped up and met the doctor.

"She's okay," the doctor reassured. "She's dehydrated, a little sunburned, and has a slight concussion from the crash. Honestly, she should be way worse. She's extremely lucky."

"So, she's going to be okay?" Hangman double-checked.

"She's going to be fine," he nodded. "All she needs is a couple of good nights' sleep and some healthy meals. She should be back on her feet in a few days. I would, however, recommend that she not return to her ship just yet."

"Why not?" Bob asked.

"Well," the doctor sighed, "if we send her back to her ship, they will most likely put her back in a plane. She may be physically alright, but we have no idea how she is mentally. And that's something we can't check or test until she wakes up."

"Thank you," Maverick said, shaking the doctor's hand before he went back to Y/N.

"Wait," Hangman said, jogging to catch up to the doctor. "Is there. . . I was just wondering. . . I know her and. . . I was hoping. . ."

"She's not awake," the doctor said gently, "but you can sit by her bed until she does."

Hangman took that invitation and instantly went into Y/N's room. When he saw her asleep in the bed, his heart broke. He numbly walked over and collapsed into the chair next to the bed. He scanned her, searching for any injuries. She had a pretty big gash on her forehead, pieces of glass were taken out of her face, and she had bruises across her chest from her harness.

With shaking hands, Hangman reached over and gently grabbed Y/N's hand. "I'm right here, Y/N," he whispered. "And I'm not going anywhere until you wake up."

* * * * *

Y/N was unconscious for the next 14 hours. Hangman stayed by her side the entire time. His crew tried to get him to leave, but he refused. He barely ate and didn't sleep as he waited for her to wake up. He was starting to fall asleep when he felt her hand tighten around his.

"Y/N?" He whispered.

"Jake?" Hangman instantly leaned forward when he heard her beautiful voice whisper his name. "What are we. . . I thought you were. . . Where am I?"

"It's okay," he instantly soothed. "What matters is that you're safe. What do you remember?"

"I don't know," she said, shakily. "It was supposed to be a simple mission. But. . . I was shot down."

Hangman tightened his grip on her hand and scooted closer to her. He watched, his heart breaking as she remembered what happened. When the tears started streaming down her face, he gently caught one with his thumb. He kept his hand on her face as he tried to comfort her.

"Y/N," he said gently, "everything's okay. You're safe, okay? We found you and we are going to take care of you."

"Jake?" Her voice broke. He moved his hand from her face and scooted closer to her.

"Yeah?"

"Were you the one that found me?"

"Well," he cleared his throat, "I just. . . My whole team was there."

"But you found me," she said, already knowing the answer. "Right?"

Hangman laughed awkwardly as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck.

"I knew it," she chuckled weakly. Hangman felt his face burn as she smiled at him.

"How'd you know?" He chuckled.

"I like to think I know you pretty well, Seresin."

Hangman smiled when he remembered why she never liked calling him Hangman. She actually hated his callsign. She always said it didn't fit him. And when it came to her, she was right. He'd never hang her out to dry.

"Because," she continued, "You always find me when I'm in trouble."

"I would've searched the entire ocean for you," Hangman mumbled. Y/N's face softened when she saw the seriousness in his eyes.

"Jack," she whispered as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her. He didn't fight her as she pulled him down so he was lying next to her.

"I'm really glad you found me," she whispered, cuddling into his chest.

"Me too," he mumbled as he looked down and saw the exhaustion in her eyes. "I promise I won't let you out of my sight this time."

She let out a small giggle causing him to tighten his arms around her.

"I've really missed you, Seresin."

He looked at her and watched her eyes flutter closed. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I've really missed you too, Y/L/N."

[xhunnybeeex]

Hayden christensen character music/playlist headcanons 

playlists at the bottom of sections :3

❥ ~ Sam Monroe ~ 

Sam Monroe ~ mainly listens to mall goth/ metal, that's just cannon. However, he DEFINITELY got really into other goth subgenres while finding cds. 

Sam Monroe ~ would have to be forced to admit he loves riot girl movies. 

“Is this bikini kill in your mixtape?” you ask Sam as you dig through his cds. “I didn't know you were into riot girl music.” “I'm not,” he grumbles. 

Sam Monroe ~ loves angry midwest emo music. He loves the emo whine. 

Sam Monroe ~ doesn���t have a very diverse taste. He only really likes alt genres, but every once in a while you'll see him nod his head to pop songs on the radio. 

"this is clearly a differnt genre what are you talking about" sam protest. "Theyre all just screaming how is that different!" you yell back.

Sam Monroe ~ is the type to say “name three songs”, but only in front of other alt people to look cool. 

Sam Monroe ~ loves the goth culture but doesn't know how to become part of it, especially without getting bullied. 

Sam Monroe ~  loves making mixtapes with songs he likes to pair together, even if they sounds the same 

Sam monroe playlist done by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

❥ ~ Anakin Skywalker ~ 

Anakin Skywalker ~ obviously doesn’t have any cannon music taste so the following playlist is all what I PERSONALLY think Anakin would like to listen to or are him “coded”. This one was the hardest for me to do and is honestly probably the most inaccurate. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ is clearly pretty when he cries, and very lana del rey coded

Anakin Skywalker ~ would have a very open music taste, he listens to what people show him

Anakin Skywalker ~ likes classic rock and acoustic music from obi wan, sad girl music from ahsoka (oh you know she showed him mitski), and softer popy music from padme. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ never knows the names of artists, always has to hum songs for people to know what he's talking about. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ always asks Ahsoka to play her music when flying, but he'll always deny that he does. 

“Why don't you pick your own music for once!” Ahsoka groans in annoyance, rubbing her face in her hands. “Cause i'm flying! "Anakin yells back in protest. “Just admit you like my music.” Ahsoka smirks, plugging her comlink into the ship and getting her playlist on. Anakin stays silent. Pretending not to hear her and stares off at the stars in front of him as he flys. 

Anakin Skywalker playlist by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

❥ ~Stephen Glass ~

Stephen Glass ~ has a very diverse taste in all sorts of funky music

Stephen Glass ~ who lives for folk music but also is obsessed with pop music 

Stephen Glass ~ can’t not have Lady gaga on his playlists and knows all her songs. He yells at people who don't know summer boy because that's his favorite. 

Stephen Glass ~ who grew up on bob dylan and the beatles

Stephen Glass ~ was always a Brittany defender and refused to do journalism about her. He would never lie about the queen herself. 

“Did you guys see that britney spears-” his co workers gossip. “I need to be excused.” Stephen immediately stands up and walks anywhere from the conversation. He doesn’t want to hear what they say, and no one wants to know what he would respond with. 

Stephen Glass ~ loves to relax to calming 70s music. 

Stephen Glass ~ is a huge music nerd, but isn't even aware of it. 

“This is Joni Mitchel, she's super cool. She's canadian. I just found that out. I’ve been listening to her for years but I just found out. Crazy huh?” Stephen rambles. You chuckle in amazement on how much he knows and how fast his lips move. “Jeez you sure know a lot about music.” Stephen shakes his head and smiles. “Oh no, not really. I couldn't even play anything if I tried. But anyway did you know-” 

Stephen Glass playlist made by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

A/N///: OMGGG im very happy to fianlly have stuff posted again. i have been so out of it lately. this is my first time ever writing headcanons so go easy on me. i have had this sam monroe playlist made for a while now and it gave me the idea to make a lil post about it. i hope yall enjoy and maybe even have a listen. happy thanksgiving and stay hot. - beee!

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Maybe the Holidays weren't the best time to start a writing blog.

The Rodimus teach a bot to kiss has been slightly delayed but i still wanted to get a couple things out.

IDK if this counts as first contact on top of Human-pet, but one thing is certain, the shiny metal prick known as Sentinel is not a good pet owner.

18+ only Minors DO NOT interact

(Sentinel Prime(TF1) x Human Reader)

Part one

There had been four. Four escaped humans from the alien ship, now wandering an alien planet. Four humans with dwindling supplies, stolen from those who stole you. It felt like hours before you all collapse out of exhaustion. The chose shelter: a rusted out structure that felt like it was built for giants. It sat at the base of a mountain, eerily beautiful and desolate. Had you not been distracted by thoughts of survival and getting home, you might have found it thrilling. Instead it was terrifying, the thought of dying here without ever seeing home, or your loved ones. Or your cat. It felt silly, but you silently hoped someone was taking care of him in your absence.

Time was hard to track. You swore it felt like two earth days would pass for one on this planet. Taking turns sleeping and keeping watch did little to pass the time, and most of them were not fond of small talk. Supplies get lower, temper get higher. Arguments became frequent. The silence after was hard, but even you were not innocent from throwing accusations or anger when it became heated. When someone muttered angrily that at least they hadn't been starving on the ship, a tiny part of you agreed.

Then there were three. The fourth was long gone when the rest of you woke, along with half the supplies. Someone rages, someone cries. Someone stares off emptily. Trust is shaky and supplies are split up. You know it wont stop someone from taking it if they desperate enough.

When you woke to only two, your heart sank. Their supplies left behind. Taken? Left. Can't be sure. The last two huddle together, seeking some sort of comfort and safety. You start to wonder who will be last.

Supplies are desperately low. and neither of you have spoken about it. You're just grateful they still split things and don't seem keen on bashing your head in for the last of it. There is some talk about heading to the mountain. It looks like there is some plant life. Maybe some animals you can eat? Neither of you have the strength to try. Sleeping takes up most of your time. He tells you his name is Stephan.

-

You're woken by being shook and a hand over your mouth. Stephan looks terrified and motions for you to follow him. Running past the two of you are massive deer like.... creature? Things? He drags you after him before you can questions and shoves the two of you into a small crevice.

Heart racing, you wait, and listen. Metal on metal, what sounds like.... voices, but off, almost metallic. Then what sounds like a gun, loud enough to shake the ground. You feel their hand tighten on your wrist. You can just barely see over his shoulder as the metal on metal pounding gets closer and closer. Massive colorful figures pass by. It's not the creatures that had captured you. Humanoid but just as alien. What terrifies you more than the fact there is life on this planet, is the fact they are running from something. What could be bigger than them?

Infront of your hiding spot one of them pulls the other to a stop, leaving them in an unsteady balance. Red lasers scan over the ground. You feel your heart stop, getting a better look. Giant robotic creatures. You wouldn't even come up to their knees! The grip of the big red and blue one slips. The yellow almost falls. Stephan tenses and presses back, pushing you against the wall of your hiding spot.

When the red beams pass over, the big one lets go and the yellow one falls. His gaze falls right on your hiding spot and there is no denying he has seen the two of you. Glowing blue eyes show... surprise?

The others are speaking and his attention is pulled away. You hear voices like scrapping metal and static. giant footsteps. then silence. Stephan waits a long time before he moves forward and you cling to his shirt, wanting to pull him back.

This place is no longer safe, that much is very clear. You rush to get what supplies are left packed up, Stephan is muttering to himself, and you are quietly panicking. There is no time to plan. Just pack and run. But luck just isn't on your side.

"Oh god no..." Stephan sounds defeated, his makeshift bag dropped to the ground. He's starring up and you regret following his gaze to the ships of those who had abducted you.

[kwamiwayzz]

Jeckole Yapping

Had to dig through my old posts to find the template, but I'm bored and doing this again but for Jecka and Nicole this time. Mostly headcanons and such below

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• When or if I started shipping it:

I'm going to be honest, but I don't remember. I only got into Co09 a few months ago. All I know is that once I watched the out of context videos on Class of '09 and Re-Up, I wanted more content of them and came across a lot of really good fanart and fanfic.

I think there were a lot of boxes checked off when I slowly went down the rabbit hole lol. There's an emotionally constipated dark-girl paired with a preppy blonde girl who acts as the former's foil. I think what really drew me into them, fanart aside, were the foils and parallels between them. The codependency, expanded upon by Progman, was probably the final nail that dragged me down the brainrot.

• My thoughts:

I've known about them for awhile, and thought they were some random white girls in a cult classic VN that somehow regained a surge of popularity last year. I didn't know the VN was relatively new, and most of the time when I do ship Jeckole, it's without the creator in mind. They have a certain flavor to them that hits in a way where I can't stop brainrotting over them.

Someone mentioned this in a fic comment, but they see them as foils when it comes to dealing with people and the world around them--where Nicole acts as this snarling animal that will bite you if you get too close, while Jecka acts as this wall that doesn't allow things to get to her even if it does bother her. In a way, they envy each other for that, and after reading that fic it reinforced why their dynamic is one that I gravitate towards compared to the others. They have pieces of each other that they're missing and they can't live without the other (I love codependent Jeckole).

• What makes me sad about them:

In-game, they probably wouldn't last after high school when they go their separate ways. As much as Nicole sees Jecka as a slightly more "special" person to her than most people at the school, their friendship is more for convenience--with Nicole finding Jecka to be more tolerable and cool compared to everyone else (along with the added bonus of not being a loner), and Jecka finding Nicole more fun to hang around with than all her other school friends despite knowing how much Nicole is a fucked up mess and bad influence. In-game Nicole is also someone who would continue to keep everyone at an arm's length and also wouldn't fight too hard (outside of the Jecka and counselor smoking scene) to maintain any meaningful relationships once they're out of her reach.

But also, who cares what the creator thinks because fanart and fanfic exists lmaoooooo.

• What makes me happy about them:

There's a scene in Flip Side where Nicole calls Jecka first thing in the morning at 7am asking her where McDonald's keeps their frozen patties, only for Jecka to say they don't have them because McD serves breakfast during those hours. Then Jecka calls Nicole stupid, and I just found that scene funny in an oddly comforting way.

Nicole is comfortable enough to bug Jecka and wake her up so early in the morning for something so mundane, while Jecka just stays on the phone listening to whatever antics she's in instead of hanging up immediately and going back to bed. I also mentioned this in another post, but someone on Twitter said the thing they love most about Jeckole is how Nicole was willing to get to know Jecka even after saying she has no desire to make any connections at her new school. It can be interpreted as a convenience thing on Nicole's end, but every route in the original game has her willing to either ask for Jecka's name or share her name when they first meet.

To me, their back and forth dynamic keeps them balanced enough to stay fucked up with the potential of becoming well-adjusted in the future.

• Things done in art/fic that annoys me:

There's a number of interpretations when it comes to the Co09 characters, so I understand it can be hard to write them. But for me personally, I'm not a fan of when Nicole is depicted as either way too nice and uncharacteristically soft or way too mean and following the stereotypical SBN interpretation that "Nicole doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything".

• Things I look for in art/fic:

When they're codependent :) or when they're codependent with a slight chance of them getting healthier over time. Also, just them being stupid together.

I'm also one of the few people (I haven't come across too many others yet) that seek out future Jeckole stuff. Whenever I picture them as adults, it's always aurawra21's art in mind.

• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

I'm a monoshipper when it comes to Class of '09, so probably no one. It adds to that codependent flavor :) but if you want a real answer...

For Nicole, probably Emily.

For Jecka, probably Emily also.

• My happily ever after for them:

Moving out of their town, healing from their trauma, and getting healthier over time. Maybe they won't be better people exactly, but they'd at least be less fucked up and a little happier (with Nicole finding some will to keep living past 30) after cutting off their toxic families.

• What is their favorite activity?: 

Nicole forcing Jecka to watch Mythbusters and How It's Made with her (in exchange for watching Smallville and Charmed with Jecka). Also, probably smoking together, assuming that Jecka hasn't quit her smoking habit ten years later.

[wellzofyouth]

What are some of your unpopular comic opinions? Dc or otherwise

I'm gonna do milquetoast unpopular opinions because I don't wanna argue with anybody today

stop writing superbat so sanitized!!! I want Bruce to ruin Clark's life in the best way possible. But also make it cute! I want to feel the yearning and I feel like most art fails to reflect that. Like they'll make Clark a masculine Dom top and a r*pist and I'm just like okay. I want them to be pathetic together.

Also people who hate on superbat for being toxic are incredibly boring and uninteresting. Also I see this criticism a lot from *certain* people but Superbat isn't OOC. In fact see point 8* for my feelings on that

Also I would like more stories from Clark's perspective without him being evil 😇 give him sexual repression and survivors guilt too. I want more stories about him being an immigrant.

People who call Bruce abusive are so fucking annoying I'm sorry. Especially because I'm not a fan/don't read most of the shit they're pointing to but also because the standards of child abuse changed during history and comics reflect that. Like fucking get over yourselves he's not real. God forbid you bring up the writing of some of their faves....

People would complain about batfandom getting their characters wrong/clogging up the tags are just as annoying as people who do those things. Yall are just going to have to accept that Batman is THE most popular superhero in DC and that people are going to relate him to your character. For good reason too since he is in every comic basically. Just block or move on already. Literally mute the tag like I do. You're not oppressed for being a green lantern stan. Well maybe you are if you like Guy.

Garth should be in more adaptations and media wtf????? He's basically a khia

Teen titans and Yj cartoons are both different shades of mid. I don't like Starfire in TT at all :/ and Yj just blows. Teen titans is iconic though and I loved it as a kid.

Wally is unfunny. :/ no hate to him tho. I just don't find the way most writers write funny characters to be funny. Probably because they're all cishet white guys who take themselves too seriously.

Clois loves to watch real housewives together ❤️ I know this in my soul and I will not hear otherwise. Not even unpopular just a headcanon

OOC doesn't exist for comic characters. I used to believe otherwise but I am fully on the team of OOC doesn't exist. There is simply too much history for most of these characters to have one based solid characterization so I will never hate on fanon. People on here can be such pretentious little fucks when it comes to other fans. Like just mute or block bitch damn. They don't hurt anyone by saying Tim drinks coffee and plays fortnite

I dont like most canon straight ships sorry 😭 I'm not naming names but they're all boring as hell. That does not mean I hate all straight ships. I can only see some characters like Dick as straight unfortunately and I do like batcat and clois but the others are just so.... yaoi and yuri won this round. They're all gay people to me

But also I dislike most popular ships in this fandom in general. Yall are missing out some good ass yuri to pair up men with no chemistry. Come on 👎👎👎👎

Green Lanterns are all hot asf. Not even unpopular I think. Hal, Kyle, and Alan are easily the hottest DC men and it's not even close.

Idgaf about any comic post 2011 and barely anything post 2003

[bigidiotenergy]

Coming to and fro the Underworld should be no easy feat. They'd gone to the edge of their world in desperate attempts to flee Poseidon's seas and storms— but this remained no place for the Living. Odysseus IS mindful of that. How can he not be? But then how could he be SILENT as the Lord of this land tells him that the Underworld harbors its own dangers? How could a KING be silent when receiving threat, after threat, after threat? Maybe this Land was confusing him. Maybe all this Land does is bring out true nature. It was part of the unknown. A world exposing what the Captain cannot hide. But doesn't he try? Every possible route he can take— isn't it worth the risks so the Underworld cannot CONSUME him?

No. Odysseus does not know how far his luck goes. How easily Hades would be able to SMITE him given he's in his own domain— but he does know how far his opportunities go. If Hades had wanted his soul to join the others in the river, he could have done so already. Should have done so already. The same arrogance that comes from the little King is the same arrogance that had gotten them in this situation in the first place. The very thing that had made Polyphemus lift his club and strike the first six men down. A cockiness that seeps from his lively, mortal pores as he reveals his name to the Cyclops. Relying on a wit that had gotten most of his brothers sent here.

The Fates were not to blame for a King's PRIDE. The Fates are only a reminder that a King still remains MORTAL.

A purpose Hades adopts momentarily as those striking blue eyes bare onto Odysseus's soul. Such a POWERFUL look almost makes him back down completely. Enough to strike intimidation in any reasonable mortal. Until Hades's words echoed around the large cave that was the Underworld, their grasp tearing through his chest to weight his heart down right to his stomach. Eyes unable to hide the horror that resonates deeps within him. They can't even glance at the ship in the distance to make sure they're okay. His eyes refuse to leave the God of the Underworld. The king's heart rate spikes as the God only moves closer. And closer. Yet closer.

Do you miss the sounds of the waves? Captain... Odysseus's body tenses. Those voices... Do you miss the sounds of the seagulls? Captain... No. The Underworld God wasn't asking HIM these questions. Odysseus can feel it. The chill in the air. A damning cold breeze from the river itself. If only your mind hadn't been clouded- CAPTAIN! WHY WOULD YOU LET THE CYCLOPS LIVE WHEN RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY?

The very presence of so many souls in the illusions this land gives him makes the King take a stumbling step backwards— only for his balance to fail him as he lands right against the rocky ground. Body trembling as tears begin to form in his eyes, no matter how much he does not want them to. Hades's laughter only rings in his head as it mixes with the voices of men he's failed. As it mixes with SCREAMS. The very suggestion of bringing these souls out of the river once more only forces him to scoot back. "No!" He cries, begging the God not to. "Please!" Begging to same souls who died begging him. "Pl-Please, Lord Hades!" Begging so desperately that his pleas interrupt the God of the Underworld. But they don't work. Hades only then PROMISES him to show that the Dead not only have been disturbed, but also livened once more. And it's all because of their Captain.

In the end, that divinity will always get a mortal to kneel. That's what Odysseus does. Head hanging low as he can only stare at the rocks below now. Shifting himself so the skin on his knees and shins rest against the rough surface. Hands adorned in braces spreading in front of him. The last time a God asked him to apologize, 552 men were sent here by that same God. Are apologies even enough for the Gods? "Ep-Epithet Hades, I-" He tries. He tries so hard to stop the trembling in his voice. What could he say? What should he say? "I— I'm sorry, King of the Underworld. I-" He bites his tongue. What will he say that will only end in more bloodshed?

The King of Ithaca quiets himself, head hanging lower. Maintaining that silence for a long time. Aren't you tired? Odysseus's shoulders slump immediately at the question, as if answering it with the gesture itself. His eyes finally trail upwards back to Hades's gaze. Wetness on his cheeks gleaming in the little light the Underworld emits. The tears in his eyes had fallen, soaking into his goatee. "I'm tired of not seeing my son and wife!" He sobs out before he can stop it. Of course he was tired. All he wanted was to rest his heavy eyes, soul, and bruised heart. Still, the king still keeps it in. He keeps it sealed. Hades could admire every dented corner. That consuming darkness.

But could Penelope? Could he even face her, knowing he's changed?

Irony,  once  it  touched  the  corners  of  the  God  of  the  Underworld,  always  was  welcomed  by  that  taste  of  eternal  tragedy  in  which  he  cannot  remove  the  aftertaste  of  his  lips.  So  far,  compared  to  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  who  managed  beautifully  to  screw  himself  up  in  middle  of  the  country  attached  to  his  name  (  which  would  remain  something  eternally  amusing  )  who  endlessly  was  trapped  within  the  same  symphony,  he  thought  he  had  escaped  it  ---  Impact  of  the  Underworld  towards  an  mortal  mind,  as  their  breathing  living  being  was  associated  to  the  heaviness  of  an  future  home,  sadly,  he  didn't  have  lot  of  examples  to  remember.  Deimos  couldn't  hardly  counting  at  one.  The  Underworld,  endlessly  present  at  his  side,  endlessly  supporting  him  and  embracing  him  with  an  protective  manner,  awakening  something  that  would  eventually  exploding  to  the  face  of  the  other  dimensions  ---  The  Underword,  touched  meanwhile  he  was  still  alive,  awakening  dormant  desires  who  always  has  been  here.  The  Underworld  unlocked  the  content  of  an  heart  rarely  showed,  in  same  measure  he  devoted  himself  to  exposing  differently  the  heart  of  an  Golden  Witch,  in  which  manner  another  blood  would  be  confessed  though  the  wounds  of  the  Emperor  of  Britannia.  One  tiny  moment,  remembrances  concerning  decades  had  to  be  remembered,  once  more.  One  tiny  moment,  the  slight  realization  maybe  other  outlines  details  had  changed  from  the  memory  he  could  embrace  in  the  moment  …

Odysseus  could  have  just  assumed  the  circumstances  he  had  decided  to  do.  Wasn't  it  lucky  ?  If  his  mood  hadn't  been  generous  at  the  immediate  moment,  if  his  heart  hadn't  been  opened  to  wishing  having  pleasant  fun  of  circumstances  pulled  by  the  Fates  ---  he  would  have  remained  trapped  within  the  Underworld  for  a  long,  very  long  time.  It  would  have  been  understandable,  right  ?  It  would  have  been  fair,  right  ?  Wasn't  the  most  respecteful  action  to  do,  once  entering  within  the  realm  of  the  Underworld,  to  request  permission,  to  showing  honor  to  the  host  ready  to  close  eyes  upon  one  necessary  digression  ?  Nevertheless,  Fates  weren't  kind,  wasn't  it  ?  Nevertheless,  Fates  always  trapped  him  inside  that  eternal  circle  of  Illusions,  isn't it  ?  A  silent  feeling,  a  dull  emotion,  then  awoke  heavily  in  his  expression  by  the  moment  that  one  sentence,  these  harmless  words  were  exposed  If  the  Underworld  is  like  every  other  isle  ---  bitterness  of  an  unparalleled  disappointment  from  what  he  kindly  called  these  pathetic  humans  as  soon  as  this  feeling  awoke,  betraying  his  features.  Insignificant  seconds  in which  composure remained the same as he  smiled  playfully.

Inside  other  circumstances,  back  when  he  was  having  fun  in  Italy  inside  his  illusionist  play,  that  beloved  Athena  warrior  would  have  pay  for  this  life  for  the  little  assumption,  and  oh,  the  litte  misunderstanding  on  the  matter  ---  wasn't  what  they  could  expecting  for  someone  called  an  foe  for  had  been  remaining  horribly  civil,  maybe  having  an  sharp  mouth  exposing  facts  themselves  didn't  wanted  to  look  at,  but  did  he  have  to  be  blamed  for  the  truth  ?  Old  habits  remained  yet  anchored  deeply  inside  his  prestance,  he  found  himself  forced  to  holding  back  the  exposure  of  an  divine  Cosmo  that  would  have  force  him  to  kneel.  At  the  second,  as  he  would  laughing  at  his  face,  as  he  would  show  him  the  foe  inside  him  ---  However,  no.  Provocations  after  provocations,  unfortunate  word  after  another,  that  had  been  only  consolation  he  had  received  from  Lelouch.  Silent  wound  of  a  heart  that  had  sought  to  be  compassionate,  despite  the  apparent  harshness,  began  to  flow  into  an  inner  blood  whose  pain  was  all  too  familiar.  As  an  reminder  still,  there  was  exposure  of  an  deeply  controlled  aura  as  an  physical  remembrance  towards  which  divinity  he  was  speaking  about,  before  ocean  eyes  losing  themselves  inside  Odysseus  eyes.  Wasn't  an  invisible  warning  that  under  other  circumstances  he  would  have  been  dead  worth  all  the  threats  in  the  world  ?  Athena  requesting  him  to  close  his  heart,  to  keep  his  emotions  unmoved  by  the  events  ?  Poseidon  requested  him  to  not  open  that  precious  lock  imposed  to  his  heart  ?  Oh,  how  naive  ! How unfunny ! How boring !

❝   Do  you  have  so  little  regard  for  your  soul  and  those  of  your  men  ?  ❞  A  mental  echo  resonated  throughout  the  location  he  was  in  the  Underworld,  where  the  sound  of  his  voice  vibrated  in  two  instances.  He  would  resume  his  normal  voice,  but  he  had  this  ability  to  make  his  divinity  heard  in  an  insistence  different  from  the  words  pronounced,  which  was  necessary  for  an  apparent  calm  to  be  maintained.  By  losing  himself  in  his  illusions,  Odysseus  had  offered  him  a  familiar  reflection,  a  reflection  in  the  mirror  needed  to  expand  his  perspective,  to  understand,  and  to  remember  all  the  trials  he  had  been  through.  Did  he  think  he  was  free  from  the  trials  that  other  of  his  protegees  were  experiencing  ?  How  naive.  Maybe,  if  there  was  an  audience,  they  would  have  considering  Odysseus  gesture  as  something  terribly  brave,  nevertheless,  at  the  moment,  he  was  perceiving  an  simple  miserable  human  having  only  words  of  arrogance  to  defend  himself  in  total  helplessness  …  Odysseus  should  be  flattered.  Many  Athena  Saints  had  died  for  this  feat  of  courage,  had  been  magnificently  massacred  in  the  indifference  of  the  Underworld  as  a  result  to  be  hoped  for.  Quietly,  he  moved  closer  towards  that  famous  Greek  hero.  ❝   Do  you  miss  the  sound  of  the  waves  so  much  in  this  vast  environment  where  the  echo  can  extend  across  the  earth  ?  ❞  He  playfully  bounced  back  with  an  large  amused  smile,  reflecting  innocence,  when  the  water  previously  watched  served  as  remembrance  lock  for  awakening  inside  Odysseus  mind  that  familiar  sound  he  heard  during  so  many  time,  pushing  him  to  the  reminder  of  his  men  waiting  him  embraced  by  the  same  sound.  ❝   Do  you  miss  the  distant  sound  of  seagulls  ?  ❞  This  last  sentence  was  expressed  with  a  knowing  gaze  again,  embracing  the  irony  of  the  reflection,  and  of  the  experience  as  a  whole,  also  vibrating  that  sound  through  the  walls,  very  distantly,  very  inaccessiblely,  to  himself  know  that  melody.  ❝   If  only  your  mind  had  been  only  clouded,  Odysseus,  you  wouldn't  have  to  suffer  the  heavy  burden  that  your  unhappy  and  wounded  and  desperate  heart  has  suffered  until  now  ---  ❞ 

Your  Lands  remains  untouched.  The  Dead  have  not  been  disturbed.  These  sentences  generated  then  the  emotion  he  wouldn't  have  expected  another  human  to  ever  see.  A  distortion  of  laughter  in  powerful  emotionality  was  heard  through  the  walls,  in  which  ocean  eyes  imposed  an  condescendance  having  no  consideration  this  time  around  for  degree  of  smallness  he  would  feel  as  a  result.  ❝   Do  you  want  me  to  bring  each  soul  of  your  men  to  your  side,  begging  you  in  every  corner,  asking  your  charitable  soul  to  save  them  from  their  fate  ?  Do  you  want  the  sound  of  five  hundred  and  fifty-eight  men  free  to  lay  out  their  score  of  hope  for  you  ?  Do  you  want  me  to  send  for  them  at  once,  so  that  they  may  show  me  how,  in  no  way,  the  Dead  have  been  awakened,  they  who  see  your  liveliness  as  a  lost  hope  ?  Imagine  all  the  things  you  could  say  to  them,  Odysseus.  Imagine  all  the  things  you  could  remember  to  yourself,  while  seeing  them,  bursting  with  piety,  wanting  only  to  see  you  one  last  time,  wanting  to  stay  by  your  side  on  the  rest  of  your  journey.  ❞  Bitter  taste  of  a  warning  remained  in  some  of  his  words,  studying  each  moment  of  a  reaction,  wanting  to  see  in  the  terror  that  had  been  awakened  and  fragmented  each  time  a  thought  was  offered  to  him.  ❝   You  are  in  my  kingdom,  Odysseus.  My  brother  may  have  been  flattered  by  your  pleas  for  a  warm  journey,  but  an  open  door  can  quickly  close.  Perhaps  your  men  offshore  will  join  you  soon,  carried  away  by  the  waves,  carried  away  by  the  sound  of  the  seagulls,  and  the  hope  you  cling  to  will  slip  away  delicately  like  a  dream  …  ❞  Apologize  or  you'll  never  come  home,  an  echo  resonating  without  lips  moving,  remaining  presented  in  the  atmosphere.

Immediate  denial  who  resonated  afterwards,  by  the  moment  he  exposed  his  single  confirmation  upon  an  fact,  didn't  changed  the  sligth  emotionless  features  upon  his  face.  Not  that  he  admired  such  breakdown  with  an  sentiment  of  appreciation  …  Nevertheless,  no  matter  how  he  could  hide  himself  inside  an  illusion,  no  matter  how  he  could  please  himself  into  an  dream,  Odysseus  wasn't  as  blind  as  Lelouch  ?  The  King  of  Ithaca  wasn't  as  much  emotionless  that  could  be  the  Emperor  of  Britannia  inside  his  manners  to  present  himself  to  the  face  of  the  world  ?  Hey,  there  was  the  shadowing  presence  of  Deimos  all  around  him,  hey  there  was  the  shadowing  fragmented  power  of  Illusions  who  embraced  his  hands  …  dear  King,  you  wouldn't  mind  an  maintained  illusory  vase  breaks  into  a  thousand  pieces  ?  Wasn't  that  the  real  truth  of  your  heart  all  this  time,  trembling  with  fear,  writhing  in  despair,  longing  for  someone  to  tell  it  that  things  would  get  better,  that  hope  was  worth  it  ?  ❝   It's  only  the  truth,  Odysseus,  king  of  Ithaca.  ❞  There  was  another  giggling  escaping  his  lips.  ❝   I  am  not  the  one  to  blame  for  the  trials  you  will  still  have  to  live,  and  it's  unfortunate  that  your  refusal  of  my  hospitality  pushes  me  to  want  to  see  true  nature  composed  by  your  heart.  Aren't  you  tired  ?  Aren't  you  tired  of  lying  to  yourself  ?  Aren't  you  tired  of  keeping  all  these  emotions  inside  you  that  must  remain  sealed  ?  ❞  I  would  break  your  locks,  one  by  one.  I  would  observe  this  bruised  heart  in  every  corner.  I  would  admire  every  dented  corner  of  your  soul.

[istadris]

Interpol higher-ups: So you've slept with Giovanni...

Nanu: It's an open secret, don't act surprised.

IHU: And back in the day when you were undercover you also slept with Madame Boss...

Nanu: You weren't complaining about the intel I got from it, back then.

IHU: And that rumour about a tryst with Giovanni's right-hand man...

Nanu: We've all made stupid bets.

IHU: And now you're sleeping with Giovanni's son.

Nanu: Now you're getting into my private business, I'm retired nowadays.

IHU: the point is, is there anyone in Team Rocket you haven't slept with ??

Nanu: ...

Nanu: if you could remind me of when exactly I quit Interpol, that'll help me figure it out.

*several minutes later*

Nanu, leafing through a mugbook: oh yeah I remember that scrawny one, good lay.

IHU: he only joined Team Rocket 4 years ago.

Nanu: ...look, is it my fault if TR grunts hang out at my local gay bar on Ula-Ula ?

[angelicdonuts]

Guys I'm so sorry (I'm not) I love fnf soooo much dude

Anyway!! There's one more after this! It's gonna be oc focused :3 !

[feroluce]

Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

[justarandomhelluvablog]

sorry sorry last time I'm talking about huskerdust tonight but does it fuck anyone else up knowing that Husk and Angel basically lived at the same time but were on opposite sides of the country. But also Husk went traveling. Like these two could have met while they were alive and wouldn't even know it. They didn't even know the other existed until they met at the hotel

Like I have. so many thoughts about this.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!

[cranberrymoons]

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[mansplainmanipulatemalewife]

Elaborate prisoner-of-war roleplays are a vital part of Soldier's enrichment

[emieclat]

while rereading scarlet i started picturing sophia lillis as thorne for some reason. so here are some doodles of that vision

(this is the scene where cinder plugs iko into the rampion)

[apatheticblues]

NEW FIC: He Strung Me Up

Fox was always angry. His rage was in a constant simmer just below the surface of his skin; it was sometimes frighteningly all-consuming, and sometimes—a fact that Fox would never admit to anyone—a relief to fall into.

Lord Sidious, of course, took notice.

Small snippet to whet your appetite:

“Commander Fox,” the General said cheerily. His voice was warped by his rebreather, but even through that, Fox could hear a certain depth to it that few could replicate. He kept pace with Fox’s quick stride easily, robes swishing dramatically behind him. “Wolffe has told me about you.”

Fox sighed internally. “Yes, General. Can I help you with anything, sir?”

The General just hummed vaguely in response. A shivering itch crawled up Fox’s spine; he swallowed the feeling down before it got the chance to grow. The General said, “Just a chat, Commander, if you do not mind me accompanying you. You’re one of Wolffe’s batchmates, yes? His, ah… ori’vod.”

Fox slanted a look his way, hesitant. He wasn’t aware that Wolffe felt close enough to his General to share a little tidbit like that. Wolffe was already a tetchy bastard in their cadet days, and Fox knew it had only worsened as the war progressed. To share something as personal as that, in Mando’a, no less… well. It was surprising, to say the least.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

No one:

Me: Okay, but what if their relationship has nothing to do with Sonic and Tails? What if Metal literatally just saw Eggman working on Tails Doll and assumed without proof that they were created for him? What if Metal quite literally attached to Tails Doll through this assumption and then their partnership progressed naturally? What if the inorganic creations fell in love as an unorthodox power couple and just so happened to resemble a famous partnership?