#free tag lolz

[apprehensiveacorn]

Okay!!! Outsiders smp warrior cats au! Might do more with this, might not, but anyone is free to use these ideas, as long as you use the tag #Outsiders SMP WC au

I’ll make this clear: this is my interpretation of these characters as cats! You are free to think differently, this is just how I think

(If you don’t see background or backstory characters from your favorite character, it’s because I haven’t watched that character’s pov, and I don’t want to do their people dirty. Yes, I am specifically referencing the dead clearing 2 people, I haven’t watched any clearing 2 POV’s yet. If you want to add on, whether physically or mentally, go right on ahead! I encourage!)

This is such a LONG post omg

Three portions!

1. Names and descriptions

2. Current clan politics

3. Extra bits and bobs about the au

Names and Descriptions!

Windclan

Owen

Fernspark (Previously Fernclaw)

A cream tabby tom with green eyes and longer fur.

Rank: Warrior

Mowhee

Fogrunner

A lithe brown tabby tom with amber eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Oeca

Houndpaw (Houndeye)

A lynx point Siamese tom with light blue eyes

Rank: Warrior apprentice

Mentor: Currently undecided

Riverclan

Apo

Minnowbark

A cinnamon tabby cat with short hair, ivory front paws, and gold eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Squidney

Fallowheart (Previously Rabbitpaw)

A calico mollie with hazel eyes and medium-length fur.

Rank: Warrior

Thunderclan

Rasbi

Monarchwing

A mostly white calico cat with medium length fur and amber eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Reddoons

Redseed

A russet colored somali cat with green eyes

Rank: Warrior

Gutsluvr

Poppypetal (Previously “Bear” and “Dawn”)

A larger, red-brown maine coon cat with gold eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Shadowclan

Krowfang

Wolfpaw (Wolfteeth)

A fluffy, smokey black cat with a mane and pale yellow eyes

Rank: Warrior Apprentice

Mentor: Currently undecided

Greacie

Daisyshade

A chocolate point siamese mollie with green eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Spidey

Spiderpool

A solid dark grey, almost black, mollie with dark blue eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Skyclan

Magic

Starlingsong (Previously Starlingwing)

A light grey, spotted tabby mollie with heterochromic blue and green eyes.

Rank: Warrior (Previous Riverclan Deputy)

Bek

Juniperthorn

A torishell mollie with green eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Ayngel

Featherstorm

A cream tabby mollie with yellow eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Soup

Badgernose

A mostly black, black and white mollie with yellow eyes

Rank: Medicine cat

Ori

Briarmoon

A lithe tuxedo black and white tom with yellow eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Current clan politics

(THINGS ARE NOT THE BEST FOR THE LADS)

—Riverclan is being led by Magic’s father. Riverclan’s leader is brash and hard on his warriors, often extending apprenticeships at the drop of a hat. He expects battle-ready warriors and punishes slackers. He apprenticed his daughter a moon and a half earlier than he should have, and starts apprenticeships half a moon earlier when kits show promise.

Very ridged in clan rivalries, the leader is quite prickly. After his daughter fled, even more so.

Riverclan, quietly, is planning an attack on Shadowclan

—Shadowclan is currently being led by Wolfpaw’s (Krow’s) father. Violent and bloodthirsty, this leader apprentices kits at four moons old, but expects them to be nothing more than scouts who run back for reinforcements until five and a half moons of age, when they are strongly encouraged to prove themselves.

Due to their leader, Shadowclan is on the brink of war with Thunderclan.

Shadowclan’s leader punishes warriors and apprentices harshly, physically and with grueling tasks. Warriors retire older than other clans. Shadowclan cats are often worked into the ground. A sort-of Tigerstar situation, but not entirely. Shadowclan’s leader keeps steady supply of deathberries and holly. Cats are encouraged to kill in battle.

In Shadowclan, you will either die for your leader or die trying kill your leader. Wolfpaw (Krow) is currently rallying a rebellion. It wants to be leader itself, because it trusts no one else with the job.

—Thunderclan’s leader is Monarchwing’s (Rasbi’s) father, Thunderclan’s deputy is her mother. Thunderclan follows the warrior code dutifully. They are not outright aggressive, but they are valiantly defensive. They are currently on the brink of war with Shadowclan, due to Shadowclan attempting to encroach on their territory and attack their patrols.

—Windclan’s current leader, Harestar, is a very peaceful cat. Windclan follows the warrior code dutifully.

Windclan’s previous leader was Fernspark’s (Owen’s) father, who was very, very violent. Under Windclan’s previous leader, a war waged with Thunderclan. As soon as Harestar took the reigns, a peace treaty was sought out with Thunderclan.

Harestar became leader through the chaos of the previous leader and deputy dying at the same time. It was claimed by a surviving warrior—from the battle that killed both Windclan’s previous leader and deputy—that when the previous leader died, the previous deputy told the clan to make his son (Harefur) leader as he died. Two other surviving warriors corroborated this story, one other said they were semi-nearby but heard none of it, and the others were too preoccupied with battle. There was debate, but Harestar did take power.

Throughout this debate, Fernspark (Owen) approved the choice of Harecloud as leader.

—Skyclan is lead by a leader fearful of the clashing between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. Skyclan’s leader knows they will be caught in the crossfire, and wants to strengthen the clan as much as possible. Medicine cats are encouraged and any cat who will remain loyal to the clan is allowed to join, doesn’t matter if they are loner, kittypet, or clan cat.

Skyclan follows the warrior code dutifully.

BITS AND BOBS

MY FAVORITE

—Badgernose (Soup) was originally a loner, who had run far from her last group, but found acceptance as a medicine cat from starclan

—Badgernose, in her old group, went by the name “El” and was referred to commonly as “Death’s El” due to her poisons. She specialized in finding poisons and ways to utilize them against other creatures and cats. She hated it, but she stayed because her group insisted that, with her help, they could get her brother—who’d been kidnapped by a rival group—back. So when she learned her brother had died, and they’d been lying to her for moons about his death, she put poison in the prey and dipped

—Fernspark’s (Owen’s) suffix was originally ‘claw’, given to him by his father—the previous leader, but when Harestar seized power, he requested it be changed. Originally, he’d wanted to ask for his name to be “Fernpoppy” but after his father lost his last life in a battle, he’d decided on “Fernspark” after his father’s old suffix.

He disproved of his father’s actions, and his father was not the best or kindest father, and Fernspark’s a little glad he’s gone, but he feels he should offer some sort of tribute. Make the suffix ���spark” into something not only associated with war.

—Fallowheart (Squidney) dislikes her prefix. It was changed from “Rabbit” to “Fallow” because the Riverclan leader figured she wasn’t working hard enough

—Fallowheart (Squidney) is half-rogue

—Juniperthorn (Bekyamon) is half-clan. Half Skyclan, half Windclan

—Fogrunner (Mowhee) is a flight risk. His leader is very funny.

—Houndpaw (Oeca) is bloodthirsty. So is Wolfpaw (Krow). They both understand this. They do not like each other.

—Redseed (Reddoons) used to be a kittypet. His Twolegs lost their house in a fire, and Redseed—injured by fire and smoke inhalation—was taken in by Thunderclan. He gets routine check-ups for his lungs, and is told to not exert himself

—Fernspark’s (Owen’s) father was killed in a battle with Thunderclan. Fernspark’s (Owen’s) mother was kidnapped by another clan, but when given opportunity to leave, she had decided to stay.

—Fernspark (Owen), Starlingsong (Magic), Wolfpaw (Krow), & Monarchwing (Rasbi) are nepo babies (All of them are the child of a current/past leader)

—Starlingsong (Magic) left her original clan (Riverclan) for Skyclan to escape her father, who is Riverclan’s leader. She chose Skyclan because it was far from Riverclan, and her mother had fled there as well. When she arrived, she was crushed when she learned that her mother had been killed by a Shadowclan warrior only half a moon before.

—Starlingsong (Magic) was Riverclan’s previous deputy.

—When Starlingsong (Magic) lived in Riverclan, her name had been Starlingwing, but when she moved to Skyclan, Skyclan’s leader talked to her about a symbolic name change, to which she asked for “song”.

—Daisyshade (Greacie) assists her medicine cat with herb duties. Because of this, the medicine cat tries their very best to shape Daisyshade (Greacie) into a field medic

—Monarchwing’s (Rasbi’s) sister, Aldercloud, is secretly mates with the current Windclan leader. Monarchwing is keeping this quiet because they believe the rule against half clan relationships is unjust. They’re concerned for their sister and hope things work out.

—Juniperthorn (Bek) is below average at climbing trees. This is mildly problematic because she is a Skyclan cat.

—Juniperthorn (Bek) questions if they should move to Windclan, because she doesn’t think she belongs in Skyclan. But she’s also not the fastest, so she doesn’t think she’d do any better there.

—Fruit trio are friends. They make it work.

—There are a lot of friendships between cats of different clans

—Poppypetal (Guts) used to be a loner living on twoleg streets and back alleys, where they went by the name “Bear” and protected and lived beside their best friend. When their friend was hit by a monster and died, they lost their head and got caught by Twolegs, sent to a shelter. Poppypetal, then “Bear”, was sent to a foster home, where they booked it into the forest as soon as possible. Eventually, they were found by a Thunderclan patrol, decided to join Thunderclan, and changed their name to Poppypetal.

—Fernspark (Owen) is not the deputy of Windclan, because Harestar had been much too paranoid about Fernspark being like his father. They’re closer now.

—My thought process with why Fernspark (Owen) isn’t batshit, because, well, cat war and people war are different, and each camp is basically the HEART of a “country.” There are no unprotected “villages” to massacre. And the whole reason C!Owen accepted his father was right about demons in cannon was because demons burned his village and butchered his people. So the whole of Windclan fighting, with Windclan and Thunderclan holding pretty much equal strength in the lake territories here (as district 15 & 6 must have in cannon, for the war to last as long as it did), Windclan would be able to defend it’s main camp.

Sure, shit could happen, but there would be no utter destruction. Fernspark (Owen) would not be so blinded by grief and rage as to accept his father’s ideologies so easily, and be more open to see the bloodshed on both sides.

—Houndpaw is older than Wolfpaw

—Spiderpool (Spidey), Starlingsong (Magic), and Wolfpaw (Krow) have higher-than-average connections to starclan

—Wolfpaw’s underground rebellion includes Spiderpool (Spidey), Daisyshade (Greacie), and more people from those three’s assorted backstories. I’m thinking cats from other nearby clans could assist as well

[halflifebutawesome]

request: alyx and gordon both unconvincingly pretend to have never seen a microwave in their lives. he is but a poor relic of the pre-war past and she is but the naive offspring of the broken world, such technology is beyond them /j

they think they’re fucking hilarious (they are)

[hole34]

NOTES POST BUT INSTEAD OF RESPECTABLE GOALS ITS JUST BULLSHIT TIME PASSING RANDOM CRAP TO DO OVER WINTER BREAK LEGS GOOOOO!!!!!!

ahem

1 note (by anyone other than me)- I will study for one hour. overachiever style.

5 notes - i will start writing stardew valley fanfiction. the plan is leah/elliot fluff to eventual light smet by the way i already have my notes down.

10 notes - i will do an LPS photo shoot and post it all.

15 notes - i will make an official pinned post for my tumblr here that is organised and has sparkly gifs and everything.

20 notes - i will bake cookies.

25 notes - i will listen to midwest princess album by chappell roan chronologically.

30 notes - i will spend the day SOBER

35 notes - i will do some FANCY. FUCKIN. COLOURFUL ASS CRAZY MAKEUP and post pictures, te he

100 notes - i will start sewing again, an activity i have halted due to a traumatic loss in direct correlation with my hobby of sewing, but i do enjoy sewing and would like to get back to it sometime

that's all folks ! thanx ! visit me on bimboland at aggr3v3 because i will most definitely be there 24/7!!!!!

[fish-nailed-to-a-cross]

So I started playing Final Fantasy VI again

[06silver]

some blinkies i made for my page using blinkies.cafe!!!

[oh-no-an-american]

Another white board drawing, inspired by something I saw on Pinterest

Something to do with repressed trauma idk

I liked it though

[vampirephlebotomy]

posting the freshkillic flag I made bc I haven't been able to find a flag for it at ALL but I'm like severely attached to the label/gender lol.

definition for freshkillic is "A gender related to recent death, gore, feeling at one with nature, accepting a part in the cycle of life." <3 sadly have no clue who coined it (I've looked extensively and came up bunk) but I'm still very much in love w the term so. meh.

[mrsblackruby]

Wild that Israelis say stand with isreal and your right wing apartheid and wannabe pseudo entho state doesn’t even stand with you from my perspective you bitches are just dollar signs and/or soldiers in the making to you’re right wing government and it’s gonna eat you alive in return for your loyalty but lol keep supporting their war crimes and being a bitch I guess. And trying to blame Hamas like your Israel authorities don’t have the autonomy to reject the apartheid and put an end to checkpoints and literally support the creation of Hamas to undermine Palestine. your government care more about their SUGAR DADDY the United States’s foreign aid than they actually care about your lives if they actually did they would be seeking peace not another nakba not bombing humans while some of you cheer on the side like submissive fucks - just to curbside confusion by in large no disrespect to masochist in the bdsm community I’m not talking about that kind of self aware, self rewarding submission where you gain something tangible like safe horniness -

[bruhstation]

Ngl i really messed up there age dynamic

I thought that Judea was 19 but ig i was wrong

(And it made me relize how i really make Arzan like tall, like if i can remember i made him 5'9 or somethin 💀)

PFFFFTTTTT I CAN UNDERSTAND WHERE YOU GOT THAT ASSUMPTION.... I, senja, may be 19, but THIS IS A TRAINSONA WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!!! HIS ENGINE SELF IS LIKE 130 YEARS OLD!!!! he may think that terrorizing the big engines is a hobby and his firebox may be filled with youthful whimsy but he's still old <3

[randomuzerthelozer]

Hey guys So I tried making a full on essay on bfdi pencil multiple times but everytime I was close to finshing I gave up or a new tpot ep realsed so I decied to do a shitty half scripted rant.

You guys are oficcially my test audience! Feel free to leave critism or tell me to buy a mic

Warning: shitty quality

Hope you all enjoy this epic subpar content!

Bye!

[sharkorok]

five more minutes?

or…trying to sneak niki out on a school day

requested: naurrr

cw/genre: fluff, swearing, humor, soft niki, delinquent niki and good kid reader, shouldbegn!reader, lmk if anything else should be tagged!!

a/n: OML I’m so sorry about not posting situationship texts <333 they’re getting a little draining to write it just makes me sad HASHAJSH but I’m so glad u guys lov them so I promise I’ll get to the requests as soon as I can, anyways I hope u enjoy this!!

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

-ok so ur the PERFECT student, polite, good grades, drop dead gorgeous, every teacher’s fave…

-and niki has a great personality ☺️

-you two r polar opposites, you spend your free time studying and socializing while he’s chilling in detention LOLZ, and yet u still ended up dating!! yay!!

-and somehow he managed to convince you to let him stay the night. On a school night. While ur parents were home.

“Niki, it’s four am, you need to get out of my house before both of our parents’ are on our ass,” you groaned. You woke up extra early to ensure you’d have enough time to get him out of your house before your parents awoke to find a 6’ stranger in your bed.

“It’s four am, they won’t be up,” he murmured back, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist.

“We literally have school, cmon,” you nudged, even though you stroked his hair. He laughed softly, his morning voice causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “Niki,” you whined, as he mumbled some nonsense you didn’t understand. “It’s a school day!”

“You can miss a day,” he retorted.

“I’ve had perfect attendance for five months now, I am not skipping,” you scoffed. He squeezed your waist, yawning and seeming completely oblivious to your quiet panicking. What would your parents do if they found Niki like this? What if they broke you two up? What if you were grounded forever and could never see Niki again? Still, you had to admit, the way his hands traced patterns on your back as he softly hummed, his breath on your neck, you might fall asleep right then and there.

“Cmon, five more minutes,” he sighed contentedly.

“Promise?”

“Promise. I’ll even buy you boba after school,” you felt him smile, as you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re such a bad influence. Are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” You asked worriedly.

“Womp womp, doesn’t matter. It’s worth it for you,” you ruffled his hair, huffing in defeat.

“Fine, fine. Five more minutes.”

-you two fell back asleep and nearly got caught by your mom 😪😪

-you saw him in class with a bruise on his arm after he threw himself out ur window

-u got ur boba tho!!

[sutashii]

Hoshina Soshiro x Writer!Officer!Reader

setting: you are an officer of Third Division, and one of your hobbies is to write different fictional stories. as soon as Soshiro finds out about your hobby, he, as a true fan of literature, will never leave you alone anymore.

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Writer!Officer!Reader

warnings: lots of lolz because Soshiro is a tease, but nothing explicit here

notes: yes, Soshiro have read even NC-17 works of yours hehe. it was really funny to write lol. btw this one is about 3,8k words, it’s longer than my usual drabble-like works. but i still hope you will enjoy!

tag section: @moon-cakiie Thank you again for your support!

On the Edge of a Sword

You worked hard to finally become who you are today.

Long days and even nights of training sessions, reading books about kaiju up and down, each time more and more dangerous battles on the battlefield made you the one who can lead others. The one who can assess the situation with a second glance, react quickly, or hide and wait for the right moment when you can deliver the most devastating and accurate blow.

But, naturally, you, like all officers, had your favorite hobbies. After all, you were a simple person who loved, for example, to eat well or sleep longer when the situation allowed it. On weekends, you went out into the city to look at the shop windows and walk around the shopping centers, absorbing the noise of the crowded streets and seeing with your own eyes what you were trying so hard for.

And you also really loved to write.

There were times when inspiration would hit you, and for several days in a row you would scribble something in the notes on your phone in any free minute - during meals, in between workouts, before and after showers. These were short notes about ideas that came to your mind and that you absolutely could not lose. They were about the development of the plot as a whole, about some small details that were definitely worth mentioning, about dialogues between the main characters.

But there were also days when you didn't want to dive into it at all because of the accumulated fatigue, so you put off writing the next chapter until next time. The fatigue had been especially strong lately, considering how much more dangerous kaiju attacks had become. However, you still found time for what really made you happy.

One such day, during your lunch break, you hurried to finish your lunch as quickly as possible and go out for some fresh air. You thought much better outside, even though you were surrounded by the polluted air of a noisy city. At Defense Forces’ Base, by the way, the air seemed cleaner, but you tried not to fill your head with such details, because otherwise you risked losing the thread of the story. You fished your phone out of your uniform pocket, opened your notes, and, exhaling, began typing.

Today, it took you only a couple of minutes to get into the right mood. Your fingers flew across the touchscreen keyboard, and your breathing seemed to have almost stopped, concentrating a small influx of fresh air at the very top of your lungs. You already knew how you wanted to continue your new story. All that was left was to write a few chapters in which the main heroine's dilemma would come closer to its resolution, and in which her love story would reach its climax.

"I wonder who you're texting with that excited expression," a painfully familiar voice sounded in your ear, making you flinch and your heart sink into your heels. You instinctively pressed your phone to your chest, hiding the screen, and carefully looked up.

In front of you stood your vice-captain himself.

"N-Nobody," and it wasn't a lie, you noted with your inner voice. You really weren't texting anyone at this moment, so you couldn't be caught doing anything. And anyway, is it even forbidden to write love messages during a break? Why vice-captain was looking at you with such a sly squint?!

"Yeah? And it seems to me that I had never seen anyone other than you who typed so fast," Soshiro said with feigned thoughtfulness, clearly testing your strength. You felt that he had been watching you for a long time and noting your actions, and today was clearly no exception. You attributed his behavior to his vice-captain duties, to the need to keep an eye on each of his subordinates so as not to miss any danger. However, you did not expect that he would appear in front of you so clearly and ask you a question directly.

With Soshiro… let’s just say it was a bit complicated. You knew you couldn’t be too open with him. It would sound stupid from the outside – everyone knew that the vice-captain was always reliable, that he would always listen and support, even if he didn’t forget to have a good laugh. However, you knew very well that if you dug a little deeper than his carefree nature, you could find a calculating mind that noticed every detail about everyone. You were wildly impressed by his ability to pick up even the smallest facts and put them together to give a crushing verdict. Naturally, you were both fascinated and scared by this.

Because there was no way Soshiro should have known that you were in love with him.

"You misunderstood," you smiled awkwardly, turning your phone back on. The screen showed an unfinished sentence, and you sighed tiredly. "I'm not texting anyone. I'm finishing up the chapter."

"The chapter?" Soshiro asked, opening his eyes slightly. Your heart skipped a beat, because every time you saw the vice-captain's gaze, your own lingered longer than it should have.

"Yes," you nodded, smiling nervously. He wouldn't scold you for doing something like that during lunchtime, would he? "I promised my readers to post the chapter last week, but, as you know, the kaiju attacks make their own adjustments to our plans."

Silence fell between you. You anxiously chewed your lip, a bad habit that should’ve been gotten rid of a long time ago. Soshiro froze, his gaze piercing you with a very serious expression. Did you do something wrong? Was it really written in some regulation that you can’t do this, especially during duty? Did it even apply to breaks?

"Vice-captain, I assure you, I do not write anything that could somehow reveal our officers’ duties," you hastened to justify yourself, so that Soshiro would not think in any way that you were giving away Defense Forces' secrets. It would never have occurred to you to do so, because you knew perfectly well how important and dangerous your work was, and any ill-wisher would certainly learn something from your works. You could not and would not take such a risk.

"I know that you would not do such a thing," he finally said, and you felt your heart begin to beat at a normal speed again. "However, I will certainly take it personally that I am still not on your reader lists."

You froze, unsure of what to say. Did you hear wrong, or did Soshiro really just complain that you didn't share the link to your author page?

"Sorry, vice-captain, but I don't think you'd like that," you said, and Soshiro's grin only widened.

"Oh, I get it. Fanfiction and all that stuff, eh?" Soshiro sat down on the bench next to you, his smile oozing with cunning and something else you didn't quite catch.

"Well... not only that," you cleared your throat, the awkwardness of the whole situation causing a slight blush to play on your cheeks. "My page used to only have fanfiction on it, but I've been writing more original stories now."

"Interesting," Soshiro nodded and handed you his phone, to which you could only raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I'd like to read it in my spare time. If you don't mind, of course."

"S-Sure," you nodded, trying not to squeal in joy, shame, and excitement. With slightly shaking hands, you took Soshiro's phone and began to type in the address of your author's page. "Here, you don't have to register, even unregistered users can read and comment here," you expertly instructed your vice-captain on how this Internet platform works, to which Soshiro nodded in satisfaction.

For the next few days, your interaction with Soshiro was reduced to almost nothing, except for training and sparring sessions. You were tirelessly practicing your fighting skills, training almost to the point of exhaustion, so you could not find even a second to ask Soshiro his opinion. And, frankly, you were too embarrassed to do so, so you decided to simply ignore the situation, and Soshiro only helped you in this, literally evaporating into thin air after each training session.

After a few days of hard work, you finally found enough strength to look at the updated statistics for your works. The platform allowed you to track the daily growth of views, likes, and comments on your works, and it was very convenient because you did not have to manually scroll the page and keep track of it. When you opened the statistics this time, you were surprised to find that even on your very old works, the number of views began to increase proportionally to the number of chapters, and you turned off the screen of your phone in a panic and buried your face in the pillow. You should have expected this, having given your vice-captain your page, but you still felt awkward. Did Soshiro really even read this?!

It was more than strange for you to feel two such different worlds touching each other, especially in such a strange manner. You even partly regretted giving Soshiro your account with a bunch of similar works, because after reading them all, Soshiro would definitely not let you live a quiet life. You secretly hoped that Soshiro would quickly get bored of reading second-rate fanfiction on unfamiliar fandoms, but on the other hand, you were offended that he would not even get to your latest, more serious works, and the difference between them and fanfiction was colossal both in time and in the quality. And why did Soshiro start reading from the very beginning, and not from the latest works?! After all, if he understands that there is nothing to catch here and gives up reading, only your worst works will remain in his memory!

You let out a heavy but quiet breath, trying not to wake the officers in the neighboring bunks. Shame and disgrace, that's what had been playing in your blood for the last few days. There was something thrilling in the fact that your love had paid so much attention to your work. You smiled to yourself and mentally crossed your fingers in the hope that Soshiro would finally tell you his opinion.

The days continued to slip through your fingers, and the interactions between you and Soshiro continued to be limited to just a few words during training. You began to worry even more. Was it really that awkward to talk to you after what Soshiro had read? You continued to practice your close combat moves with particular thoughtfulness. Punch, dodge, counter, dodge again. Suddenly, it hit you, and you almost squealed right in the middle of training.

Did he even get around of reading NC-17 rated works?!

You were ready to bang your head on the floor from indignation and shame. You hadn't thought about this at all when you gave Soshiro the link to your page. The awkward feeling you had felt earlier? It was nothing compared to what you felt now, knowing that Soshiro had probably already gotten to the particularly intimate works that you had started writing a little later. You tried your best to continue training as if nothing had happened, but these thoughts just wouldn't leave your head.

"Don't get distracted, or you'll be eaten alive on the battlefield," Soshiro reminded, coming closer. Even he noticed that you weren’t feeling well, and you hurried to tidy yourself up as much as possible - at least to remove the "I'm dead" expression from your face.

"Yes sir," you said crisply and continued practicing your close stance and punches. Soshiro's gaze lingered on you a little longer than it should have, and you were about to ask if everything was okay, when suddenly...

"A true samurai never backs down from the obstacles that Lady Life throws at him," Soshiro said with feigned loftiness. His lips were still adorned with the same mischievous smirk that he usually bestowed on his subordinates when he was plotting something or noticed something incriminating. At first you didn't pay much attention, but a few seconds later, when Soshiro had already gone off to give help to other officers, you felt as if you had been doused from head to toe with ice water.

It was a quote from your fanfic.

You really wanted to bury yourself in the ground and never show yourself from under it again.

Which is essentially what you did. Now you were deliberately avoiding Soshiro, unobtrusively, but still trying to cross paths with him less. The feeling of shame was growing in you exponentially, and you didn't know what to do.

For the first time in your writing life, you were afraid to open the statistics. However, once every couple of days you still did it, looking at the phone screen and squinting, afraid to see the obvious. You sighed heavily. Soshiro really did go through the NC-17 fanfics and also liked them, like the previous ones. At least he didn’t write comments, you thought. On the other hand, you really wanted to hear his opinion about your writing skills, because it was obvious that the newer the works were, the better their quality changed. At least, you wanted to believe it.

Weeks passed. You carried out your duties as an officer of the Defense Forces responsibly, training hard and bravely defending the city from the attacks of the kaiju. The battles were not easy, and despite the support of Hibino Kafka as Kaiju No. 8, it became more and more difficult to deal with the threats. However, at the end of the day, you were happy that you were all a team that stood up for each other.

You were standing on the balcony of the main building. The setting sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, and the air was starting to get cooler. By your calculations, Soshiro should have gotten around to your original works by now, and you were especially curious about his opinion, but you didn’t dare to ask him directly. Since then, you hadn’t had a chance to talk. Your conversations had mostly been about work, barely touching on aspects of your personal lives, and not a word had been said by him about your works. This could only mean two things: either Soshiro was simply choosing a more convenient moment to share his positive impressions (and the thought of this warmed your heart), or things were so bad that it was easier for him to pretend he hadn’t read anything (and this thought had already hurt you and your writer’s ego). Or maybe Soshiro was just trying to make sure that you really didn’t include work details in your works. This option seemed the most reasonable.

But most of all, of course, you were worried about your latest work, which was in progress. As already said, you would never take details of your officer entourage to write a work, and for the sake of everyone's safety, you were going to stick to this rule in the future. However, the only detail that could be latched on was the love interest of the main heroine. A short, dark-haired man with an athletic build, a traditional swordsman who devotes all his free time to training, cheerful, but at the same time serious in the right places, did not leave your regular readers indifferent either. Hino Shigekazu became the absolute star of your work, and you understood why. His entire image completely repeated the image of your vice-captain, and from the very beginning you understood what thin ice you were walking on, but you could not find the strength in yourself to delete or stop working on this work. In many ways, the main heroine reflected your values ​​and principles, and her love interest in Shigekazu only added color to the existing plot. The two of them really were a great couple, and that was the only thing stopping you from deleting this work.

It was too filled with your hope that something similar would happen in your life someday.

"It's almost time for lights out," a familiar voice said from behind you, and you flinched. A smile appeared on your face involuntarily, and you turned around. Hoshina Soshiro was standing right behind you. His body didn't show any tension even after a long day of training, and his neat but strong hands, usually so deft with swords, were now hidden in the pockets of his uniform.

"Yes," you nodded and forcibly returned your gaze to the sunset creeping behind the night clouds. "I'll be leaving soon."

"Don't worry, I'm not a mother to keep track of who goes to bed at what time," Soshiro came closer and leaned his hands on the balcony railing, also turning his gaze to the setting sun. "However, if you stay up late, as your vice-captain, I will be obliged to intervene."

You smiled and exhaled in relief. You missed your casual conversations so much, missed Soshiro's attention, which at such moments was directed exclusively at you. His presence always caused an indescribable storm of emotions in you, even if you were just silent next to each other. You felt his care, albeit sometimes hidden under a layer of strict remarks and bitter jokes. Despite the difference in your positions, you always felt equal to him when it came to the two of you.

"I never thought that fanfiction is such an interesting thing," Soshiro chuckled thoughtfully, and you almost lost your balance. Is he going to discuss all of this right now?!

"I'm glad that, uh, it gave you some pleasure," you muttered awkwardly.

"At first, of course, I thought it was a hopeless undertaking," ouch, you thought. Soshiro really knows how to press on a sore spot. "But as I read, I couldn't help but be amazed about how quickly your writing skills have grown. I can confidently say that your latest works can easily compete with the current authors on the market."

Gods, it was so nice to hear those words after so many weeks of uncertainty.

"Vice-captain, you're too kind to me," you tried to return your face to normal state, but you couldn't wipe the stupid, satisfied smile off it. Praise from Soshiro meant especially much to you.

"Oh, no, I have a lot of complaints too," Soshiro said playfully, crossing his arms. "Let’s take your latest work, On the Edge of a Sword, for example. Why is Hino Shigekazu such a slowpoke? I understand that it's the author's intention, but didn’t you think that he may have noticed his feelings for the main heroine a lot earlier, not after 16 long chapters?" you couldn't believe your ears. Was he criticizing his own image? "He's not stupid, after all. You pointed out his attentiveness to his surroundings, so why do you think he wouldn’t notice such an important detail from the start, especially with a woman he clearly cares about?” Soshiro shook his head, and something inside you clicked. This conversation was hardly a normal critique. “When writing a love story, pay more attention to the chemistry that occurs between the characters. Many of their interactions may not seem like what they seem at first glance.”

“Vice-captain,” you began cautiously. You weren’t stupid either, but you still really wanted to check your guess. “Are we really talking about my work now?”

Soshiro smiled slyly. “Like a kitsune, huh,” you thought, and an idea for your next work instantly popped into your head. However, for now, you quickly pushed those thoughts aside.

“What if not?” Soshiro raised an eyebrow and looked thoughtfully into your eyes, and you quickly looked away.

“Then… you know my answer,” you said with a tremor in your voice, this whole situation was so absurd, but at the same time romantic, just like in the books. The sunset, the one-on-one conversation, the veiled confession of love - all of this ignited your writer's heart and gave it inspiration, but, of course, it was all secondary. You couldn't believe that Soshiro really, really admitted to you that he noticed your feelings from the very beginning. And that he approved of them and believed that they were mutual. Oh, Gods. You were ready to pass out right then and there.

"No, I don't know," Soshiro smiled, and your breath caught in your chest. He really wanted a direct, unvarnished answer from you, even though he had admitted his own feelings in such a sophisticated way just a minute ago. You just shook your head and smiled. Something about the vice-captain remained unchanged.

"Vice-captain," you said, plucking up the courage to meet his gaze. "More precisely... Soshiro." You narrowed your eyes slightly, tasting the name, savoring it on your lips. "I... I care about you, as you may have already realised. No, not like that. I could even say that I love you, and those feelings are much more than just the relationship between a vice-captain and an officer. Of course I do not expect you to reciprocate, and if you decline my feelings, I assure you that our relationship will remain the same as they are now. This will not affect my duty as an officer in any way," a bitter lie. Of course it will, but you still will do everything possible to survive this. After all, your duties cannot allow you to behave recklessly because of emotions.

"I believe you. However," Soshiro said thoughtfully, his gaze radiating seriousness as if he was in the middle of a battlefield. "My feelings for you have gone beyond a work relationship for a long time ago already," he went silent for a moment, but then his face lit up with a sly smile again. "You specifically wanted me to say that out loud, didn't you? Tsk, well, 1:1."

You laughed heartily, happiness filling your lungs and your stomach twisting unpleasantly with excitement, but you were willing to put up with this feeling. You knew that in the end it was justified and even pleasant.

"Sorry, vice-captain," you breathed out and smiled again, still not believing what was happening. This wasn't another one of your fantasies, not another one of your works, but reality? Wow, you really could be considered lucky.

"Well, I'll be looking forward to new chapters," Soshiro stretched, moving away from the balcony railing. Despite his outward calm, you could tell from his voice and posture that he was nervous too. It was cute, you thought, but you didn't dare say it out loud. "And be sure, I'll be expecting even more interesting plot twists from you."

"Yes sir!" you said, a wide smile still playing on your face.

Soshiro always knew how to make you happy.

[david-talks-sw]

I think it's interesting that - in order to make his "free-thinking Jedi" characters hold any semblance of rationality in their arguments - Dave Filoni needs to resort to artificially dehumanizing the other Jedi and painting them all with the same "we dogmatically worship protocol" brush.

He does this with Huyang in the recent Ahsoka episode.

"Lolz he's so narrow-minded, preachy and by-the-book, unable to think outside the box, just like the Jedi in the Prequels."

My first reaction was being amused at the fact that Filoni had to resort to making the Jedi Order's ideals and rules be embodied by a literal machine for his anti-Jedi headcanon to start making sense.

But then I remembered: Huyang isn't just any droid.

In The Clone Wars, he had a sassy personality, he had a pep in his step, he had a sense of humor...

This character was human in his behavior, he was fun and whimsical.

But now he's been reduced to, I dunno, "Jedi C-3PO"? Basically?

"Ha! He's blunt and unsympathetic because he's a droid, but it's funny because the Jedi were the same, they were training themselves to be tactless, emotionless droids."

And Filoni does this with Mace Windu too, in Tales of the Jedi.

Mace, who brought a lightsaber to the throat of a planetary leader to defend the endangered Zillo Beast...

... and who went waaay past his mandate by mischievously sneaking around Bardottan authorities and breaking into the Queen's quarters because he felt something bad was afoot...

... was reduced to being an almost droid-like, rule-parotting, protocol purist who sticks to his instructions (and is implied to be willing to let a murder go unsolved so he can get a promotion).

I mentioned this at the end of my first post on Luke in The Last Jedi... while changes in personality do happen overtime and can be explained in-universe... if you don't show us that progression and evolution and just leave us without that context, that'll break the suspension of disbelief, for your audience.

Here, we have two characters with a different (almost caricatural) personality than the one they were originally shown to have.

Now... we could resort to headcanons, to make it all fit together.

We could justify Huyang's tone shift 'cause "Order 66 changed him". And we could make explanations about TotJ's Mace:

Being younger and thus more ambitious and a stickler for the rules, and only really becoming more flexible after getting his seat on the Council and gaining more maturity.

Being such a teacher's pet in the episode because we're seeing him through the eyes of a notorious unreliable narrator, Dooku.

There'd be nothing wrong with opting to go with either of those headcanons to cope with this. After all, Star Wars is meant to help you get creative.

But the problem I encounter is that:

Filoni has an anti-Jedi bias, so the above headcanons clearly wouldn't really track with his intended narrative.

We'd be jumping through hoops to extrapolate and fill in what is, essentially, inconsistent characterization, manufactured to make Ahsoka and Dooku shine under a better light.

And that sours whatever headcanon I come up with.

Edit: Also, yeah, as folks have been saying in the tags... wtf is "Jedi protocol"? The term isn't ever mentioned in the movies, I skimmed through dialog transcripts of TCW, never saw it there.

So it's almost as if - if Filoni wasn't draining characters like Mace and Huyang of all humanity and nuance - his point about "the Jedi were too detached and lost their way, but not free-thinkers like Qui-Gon, Dooku and Ahsoka" wouldn't really hold much water.

[sebastians-asks]

You seriously thought I wouldn’t have a Tumblr?

Look at me, of course I have a Tumblr.

Anyways, send me something… Or don’t. I don’t really give a shit.

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this blog is multi-ship and i just kind of go along with oc x canon aswell, everyones in their own respective universeshehe..female/male/anything is welcome.

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[abes-biggest-supporter]

I feel like this scene really made it clear to Abe that, whether he likes it or not, he is now a symbol of freedom that slaves are willing to die for. I feel bad for Abe because at the end of the day, he’s just a mud who didn’t want to get eaten and is now messiah. Earlier he told the shaman that “we’re free now” and “I’m just so tired.. we’re all tired” but he didn’t understand how deep this is, it wasn’t just him and the others at RuptureFarms, but so many others. Abe is destined for a long fight ahead and I feel so sad for the little guy.

His final look back at the worker is so sad to me, along with how Abe gently holds him. Abe cares so much, and even in concept artwork of the movie Oddworld was working on, he cared for the cattle he looked after to the extent of keeping their ID tags after they’ve gone for slaughter, with written personal names for each one.

I love Abe’s character so much. The horror that he’s seen and the mind breaking truths he’s been through, and yet he gets up because he has to, because there’s those who rely on him, and he cares. Not just for his own freedom, but for the freedom of everyone too.

(Also credit to MKIceAndFire YouTube channel for screens lolz)

[onthewaytosomewhere]

oh oh oh - thanks @typicalopposite for the early tag 💚

so first since this snip will have no smut - which feels a lil weird for me i posted a fic on friday that does if ur interested in a lil pip had alex first firstprince fic - gonna need you to tell me what you want to happen here

okay peeps it's time - today will be the first day of this lil fic (48k-ish) i wrote and will be posting throughout the month - it's gonna be a "baker's dozen 12 days of winter/holiday" thing - so 13 days lolz

here's a snip from the first chapter (under a cut with some tags cuz well it's longer than i thought and i don't wanna pick another snip lolz) OPEN TAG TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO PLAY ALONG

On his bed, Nora lounges like a queen surveying her domain. She’s lying on her stomach, one leg lazily kicking in the air, her other hand clutching a burrito the size of her head. The remnants of her lunch are scattered on the nightstand—a crumpled foil wrapper, a soda can tipped precariously, and a few stray tortilla chips that she occasionally crunches between her teeth. With her free hand, Nora rifles through a pile of Alex’s belongings next to her, occasionally plucking an item and tossing it into his suitcase without so much as a glance. A bottle of holiday-flavored lube arcs through the air, landing in the chaos with a soft thud. It’s swiftly followed by a couple of brightly colored dildos, one of which bounces off the edge and rolls onto the carpet. Alex freezes mid-step, his hand clutching a stack of folded shirts. He raises an eyebrow, his tone caught somewhere between incredulous amusement and sheer exasperation. “Really?” “What?” Nora doesn’t even bother looking up, taking another indulgent bite of her burrito. “You never know what kind of emergencies you might face, dude.” Alex closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, steadying breath before setting the shirts on a nearby chair. “This is a legitimate acting gig, Nora. Not that kind of movie.” “Still,” she says, her voice laced with mischief as she finally looks up, her hand now brandishing one of his neon dildos like it’s a trophy, “better safe than sorry. Besides, you still need to make some content for your Presidential Boudoir account; you don’t want to leave your plethora of subscribers in the lurch.”

okay tag ur it (in a no-pressure all that jazz way) @adreamareads @basil-bird @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517

@stnichols @caterpills @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @dragonflylady77

@dreamtigress @emmalostinwonderland @england-would-fall @eusuntgratie @everwitch-magiks

@firenati0n @firstprincehornyramblings @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @jmagnabo92 @judasofsuburbia @kiwiana-writes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts

@orchidscript @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @royal-chandler

@seths-rogens @softboynick @sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow

@stratocumulusperlucidus @suseagull5914 @tailsbeth-writes @thedramasummer @thinkof-england

@thesleepyskipper @thighzp @tinyarmedtrex @zwiazdziarka

SOME DAY I WILL DO ONE OF THESE W/O SO MUCH RAMBLING AND WITH SNIPS ACTUALLY 6-7 SENTENCES BUT TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY 💚💚