#holy fuckballs this is long

[seypia]

so true i think romelle would really thrive in the supportive environment of synchro and would have so much fun at competitions (synchro audiences go HARD)

i think earlier you said keith and lance are team in ur au? any more info on that 👀 it works well with their rivalry in canon since they could be rivals in singles before teaming up

also i wasnt sure where to put shay but ice dance actually works so well, i imagine her more as a solo ice dancer but do you have her partnered in this au?

how the keith and lance team works is kind of like this (timeline bc this is how it works best in my head)

coran opens the altea arena, romelle and allura join as coaches, lance is the first member of team paladins to begin skating there, hunk and pidge follow quickly after

and then keith shows up

and this guy. this guy has a record for most gold medals at the isu grand prix. this guy used to be friends with allura during the honerva days. he is so good at what he does and lance HATES IT

because he doesn't have to work for it. all the figure skating stuff comes easy to him. so when nationals come around, lance is determined to beat him in singles. but, coran being coran, decides that they need to learn to support each other as paladins. and so signs them up as a pair

all hell breaks loose etc etc they smooch at the end

with shay, i don't really have her partnered. i imagine her working well with hunk, but hunk is with pidge. it could be apart of his arc where instead of trying to stay out of the spotlight, he instead pairs with shay and steps into it willingly?? and pidge learns to embrace her childish creativity (i'll elaborate on what exactly i mean here later) and branches out into singles skating again

[chooseruin]

The thing making me Feral about Judith Deuteros today is like. Her absolutely unfortunate attempt to declare martial law at Canaan House was the only thing she had to contribute. She is the ranking Cohort officer in this situation (she thinks) and like that's IT. In practical terms she's the weakest player there and she knows this; never mind the illest anime ill girl in the whole Seventh House and the three simultaneous greatest necromancers of their generation and Abigail Pent (at whom she is in any case strenuously not looking), Isaac could punt her through a wall. Silas is good enough at his terrible job that an actual Lyctor had to punch him out and then orchestrate that situation with the keys just to make ABSOLUTELY certain no one would ever listen to him. Judith is a competent melee support necromancer when in an actual melee. Judith can hold her own against Camilla Hect at ceiling chess even with a high fever, but Camilla and Palamedes and Ianthe are also there. Judith's cavalier is the glory of the Second House and their ability to work together is like... it's fine. It's professional. It's good. This is what peak performance looks like. It's fine. They're fine. Everything's fine. The hardware on her uniform is the only thing that's supposed to matter that she has and no one else does, that's ALL she has that she can imagine leveraging to get them out of here, and the way that works when your dad is the Fleet Admiral is that they give you everything you ask for and then you spend the rest of your life scrambling to earn it and she's not even very good at that. She has the charisma of drywall (affectionate/despairing) and all she can do to assert authority is fall back on the Cohort playbook and holy fuckballs did no one else in this bar actually care about that even BEFORE people started dying and all she does is completely discredit the actually pretty reasonable option of pulling together and trying to get out of this. And then Camilla Hect happens in front of everyone. And then the situation is REALLY losing cabin pressure and it's glorious last stand o'clock and her glorious last stand turns ugly and squalid and doesn't even help and she doesn't even get to die for it. She's the perfect product of ten thousand years of God needing cultural infrastructure for his genocide run against the rest of the universe, and she doesn't even get to Charge of the Light Brigade her way out. She doesn't get to die senselessly and prove to everyone that the rules don't matter anymore, because no one else ever really believed they did. She's so goddamn doomed by the narrative that it won't even let her die. Corona won't let her die. Blood of Eden won't let her die. MERCYMORN THE FIRST takes time out of a very packed schedule specifically to not let her die, not even long enough to come back wrong, how much more wrong could she get. She's the last kid left in Hamelin and she's opposite day Jackie Yellowjackets and she's a minor war poet and a virgin who can't drive and a wholeass Indelicates song and the most exhausted twenty-two-year-old in the universe and THAT'S ALL BEFORE NT9. Who is being happened to like her.

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Pride Challenge Update 🏳️‍🌈

Well holy fuckballs, guys!!! Amazing content in this past queue!!!

We are now officially at 32,590!!

Which means we blew right the fuck through the last 2 goals. So instead of waiting, we're gonna post the 15k goal right now and then the 25k one ASAP!

For 15k, our gorgeously talented friend @imstillafuckinglibra has made some glorious sticker designs for the AQ logo! Please check them out and then vote in this poll for which ones you like best!!

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15k: A community vote on some awesome AQ Logo sticker designs by @imstillafuckinglibra 

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75k: More stickers!! This time featuring different (Drag Race) fanfic tropes! 

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[biteybeast]

holy fuckballs these memos are long

memories of the SCP-682 addendum logs resurfacing

[bylightofdawn]

I got to Wallyworld for a bag of kibble for the ferals. And then tiredly admit I need to do grocery shopping for this coming week.

$80 later I come out with groceries and cat food. Though it's maddening that all I got on a grocery level was milk, some more pork chops, three frozen dinner items and a thing of Starbucks vanilla latte. That was 60 dollars right there. -drags hands down face-

In less depressing news one of the flannel shirts I bought last week was a different brand than the other ones. It wasn't as thick and i was debating returning it but it has magnetic buttons and I have NEVER had a shirt with magnetic closures.

Holy fuckballs this is a god damn game changer. Why don't all my clothes come with magnetic closures? Not only do I feel like fucking Superman when I'm ripping it open but it's so much easier to quickly close the shirt up if I'm say, going into the cold and out. Also? I can 100% percent see the appeal of not having to deal with fiddly buttons with arthritic fingers. NGL that's why I don't even bother buttoning up my other overshirts, it takes too long and is kinda a pain in the ass.

[pattywagon2go]

Followup Friday

Originally this week's Transit Talk Thursday was going to have a bit more detailed stabs at commuter rail systems, but for lack of time I had to squeeze it down to what you saw. But I did have some more stuff to say, so I figured I'd might as well release this as a followup to that post.

Again, don't take anything I say too seriously lol

Long Island Rail Road

Ah yes, the oldest railroad still surviving under it's original charter. Unfortunately, it seems like the schedules are as old as this railroad is, considering how hideously out of touch it is with what is needed in this day and age. Maybe this thing gets so much ridership simply because Long Island residents just choose to put up with it. If so, then that's sad really, since the LIRR is no stranger to axing itself because they can't figure out how to make the ridership go up. Oh well, at least we can soyface over the cool Electric Multiple Units they have...until you try to go to West Long Island and you have to transfer to a diesel train because that section isn't electrified yet. Fuck.

Metra

It takes a lot of genius to run a commuter rail, and in the case of Metra, that genius has gone to good use. Electrification? Pah, who needs that. Using Amtrak's retired GE Genesis locomotives? Screw you, it ain't EMD! Wait, what's that, you have a great deal on an old freight loco built by EMD? It will need to be re-geared and have Head-End Power added, which is going to be a pain? It won't solve the issue of our locomotives aging too quickly? TAKE MY GODDAMN MONEY ALREADY MOTHERFUC-

Excuse me. Now where was I? Oh, right...

Anyway, sorry, I got a little too carried away. Also, I have to remember to buy more of those really weird gallery cars despite ordering actual passenger cars from Alstom. Though in hindsight, the fact that it's from Alstom could explain why they haven't arrived yet. Thank you Alstom, makers of "exquisite" rolling stock.

New Jersey Transit

Ah see, here's a commuter rail that actually knows how to care for it's rail network! The Glorious Republic of New Jersey did the smart thing and seized all of it's rails across the state! Now we can run trains from heather and yonder! It's glorious!

What's that? There's this thing called "South Jersey"? There used to be tons of trains and rails down there that no longer exist and we have yet to do anything about it except for making the sorriest excuse of a commuter rail line to serve our state's version of Las Vegas? How many beers have you been drinking, South Jersey is a myth!

Ah, ain't nothing better than a commuter rail which knows how to care for its rail network.

GO Transit

Holy fucking good unholy godly fuckballs how many fucking park and rides do you need like this is ridiculous. This isn't even some elaborate bit I genuinely cannot fathom that for a majority of this commuter rail's life the entire system was basically park and rides for Toronto suburban commuters who hated driving into Toronto (not that I blame them). Like I can shit on the lack of electrification and the donkey-balls gargling schedules but like oh my god the amount of fucking parking that GO slapped their stations with is absolutely fucking ridiculous.

Metro-North Railroad

I honestly don't really know what else to say about this one that I didn't say in my original post. Yeah it shuttles people from the core of NYC to upstate NY suburbs and Connecticut, there's really nothing too special about this one, beyond the really weird electrification of both 12.5kV AC overhead wires and 750V DC Third Rail. I guess it works out since the trains that run on that line can tap into both so no transfer is necessary. Good job Metro-North.

Trinity Railway Express

Ah, it's the one I rode myself a little while back. The way I can describe this that I should have in the original post is "If the Atlantic City line on NJT was in Texas and it connected Dallas and Ft. Worth". It really wants you to think it's something better but honestly, it really isn't. It's just average. Oh and no level boarding is a massive fail in my book. Again, the bar is very low here and you're still ramming face-first into it.

And yes, I know other systems don't have level boarding, that still isn't excusable. This isn't me being a hypocrite.

MBTA Commuter Rail

This is another case of I really don't know what else to say about it since a good majority of its issues was due to MassDOT shooting it in the foot and then proceeding to ask "What made the MBTA shit?" afterwards. I will say though that the MBTA not electrifying is pretty stupid and it should be done, so the North-South Rail Link can be built at last. Seriously, Massachusetts, get on it.

Oh and obligatory "French company ruin American rail again" joke.

MARC Train

Good ol' MARC, ferrying people to and from the capitol of this incredibly "fine" nation and the location of the meanest sons of bitches in the state of Maryland and beyond since 1984. Also home to the incredibly mind-boggling decision of running diesels under electrified wire. I get it, the old AEM-7s are super old and the Siemens Chargers are more up-to-date, but to that I say "What was stopping them from buying some ACS-64s?" Hell even SEPTA bought some to replace their AEM-7s on their push-pull services. It's not like the ACS-64 was a lemon that everyone should avoid, yet MARC just bought some Chargers instead. What were they thinking?

SEPTA Regional Rail

Out of the entire list, I think the best commuter rail has to go to SEPTA, mainly due to its fully electrified network. But just because its the best among the ones here doesn't mean it's good. Far from it, in my opinion. SEPTA is a very flawed agency in general, and it needs to improve to serve the residents of Philadelphia better. Hell the entire joke about it in the original post was how SEPTA is basically doing fuck all to improve anything. Instead, they decide to find incredibly dumb shit like the Norristown High-Speed Line Extension to King of Prussia, the literal worst project you could have greenlit.

Caltrain

In a lot of ways Caltrain is basically Metra but for the Bay Area for California, due to the gallery cars and general frustration, except Caltrain is actively attempting to improve via electrification on most of the mainline. But unfortunately, because it's located in California, it gets knocked down a few places because of that. Extra points down because it's in the Bay Area.

Well, uh, oops, this turned more into a general critique midway through lol. Guess it's a good thing I didn't release yesterday. Regarding some future stuff, I think next week I may take off, as I kinda want to recharge my knowledge pool before I do another post, but in the meantime, I may introduce something new for next Monday. See you then!

[marvellouslymadmim]

Dear RaqCass:

For once, you DID have to go exactly that hard, and boy did you, you superb heartbreaking funky little marshmallow. 

[jaymonsterkid]

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[charmandhex]

Should: do laundry, do dishes, clean, read, write, do literally anything

Am: lying on bed

[princealigorna]

So, I got a lot to say about the Vol. 5 finale, and I don’t know if I should do a video or two on it or not. I’ll give some brief thoughts here though

1) Holy shit, Yang is amazing! And holy shit has she matured! In the past she’d have handled that situation without actually assessing the situation and stormed in with fists flying! But no. She took her time, disarmed her weapon, heard Raven out, and then used her words to diffuse the situation. This is a Yang that is still very much the bruising ass-kicker we know and love, but has learned from past mistakes too, and I am in love!

2. Also, holy shit Yang you fucking murdered your mom. Like, you just straight up wrecked her without ever needing to raise a hand once. That was...like...everything you said was absolutely true about her, but damn, you hit so hard that I felt sorry for her even though you were right. God, that was devastating, You made the unbreakable bitch cry.

3. Vulnerable Raven! Like, I think we got the idea before even hitting the midway point of the season that Raven is a lot more emotional than she lets on, and does want a relationship with Yang. She...seems to know she fucked up, and wants a chance to make it right. But in this moment, we saw the armor crack. I think we can safely say now that Raven carries a lot of regrets with her, and probably honestly loves Yang. That look on her face was not the one of a stone cold killer, but of a broken, fragile woman that doesn't know what to do anymore.

4. Where does Raven go from here? Vernal (her possible lover? Student? Sister figure? We still don’t know for sure, but they were extremely close) is dead, and she’d be returning to the Tribe empty handed, as her entire goal in joining with Cinder was specifically to go claim the Relic of Knowledge for them so they’d have a magical weapon to help keep Salem at bay for a little longer. Will they take her back and still follow her leadership? It’s become clear that she can’t stay neutral anymore. Salem is coming for her, and that’s only going to increase once word reaches her of Cinder’s defeat and her being the true Spring Maiden. Her being with them puts them at a great risk. She can deflect that risk by giving up control and going on the run, but then, doesn’t that just prove what Yang said even more? That she runs when things get tough? And if she did run, where would she go? She can’t outrun Salem forever. I mean, I know two places she could go, but I doubt she’d be comfortable with either of them (one is of course joining Yang and Ruby, which has a lot of story potential to it and is probably where she’d be the safest, but again, after how Yang destroyed her, I wonder if she thinks she’s too much of a fuck-up to even deserve being with Yang, and that’s before we get into the numerous unresolved issues between her and Ozpin. The second is going to Tai, which she won’t do both because she’d have to answer even more uneasy questions than she would with Yang, and because I highly doubt she wants to drag Tai into this mess. Which is what would happen once Salem catches up to them). And if they do take her back....then what? Do they become their own independent faction in this war? Ally themselves with someone (probably Yang’s group...I’d hope...) on condition of maintaining some bit of autonomy? It’s all very intriguing going into Vol. 6

5. Does anyone really think Cinder is gone? I absolutely do not. See, unlike Torchwick and what happened to him, Cinder has certain advantages to counteract what happened to her. Namely, oh, I don’t know...the ability to generate flames from her body and portal-creating Grimm buried inside of her! Seems like good ways to counteract being frozen and kicked into an abyss to me!

6. You know, Raven and Cinder being their respective Maidens makes a lot of sense and has a ton of subtle symbolism if you actually look into it.

[storyofanothersimblr]

BRUH THE NEW BOOK IN THE CHOICES APP?!

AMAZING! GOD-TIER! EVERYONE STFU BECAUSE WE STAN!

ALSO I FELL IN LOVE WITH MAL BUT IT WAS INEVITABLE BC HE’S LITERALLY SIMILAR TO THE MAJORITY OF MY OTHER LIS.

[bluewinnerangel]

OH MY GOD!!! Your artwork! Holy fucking fuckballs man! Wow! All this time! All this time I’ve been following your blog and now this!? I’m stunned! You’ve shot me in the chest with a taser and I am now on the floor! His eyes! His cute little nosey! The eyebrows! The faint hint of eyelashes! Everything about this is utter perfection! If I knew another language, I would praise you in it too! Dear lord! Have mercy! Have mercy upon our souls!

Omg thank you!! I hadn't tried to draw anything in a long long time and honestly I'm shocked by the responses, I never shared anything, it's terrifying. It's so interesting when you create something yourself you mainly see the flaws and how you could've made different choices and different eyes see something else entirely. But the response has motivated me to make more! I went to an art supply shop today! Bought an actual eraser! bought actual drawing paper! Might (still no promises ok im problematic when it comes to letting myself be creative ok sdfsdasd) add to the #my art tag soon sdlkasjlkdjalk i cant believe im actually making fan art i aslkjdlakj AAAAAH

Also I kinda wanted to not answer so I could keep this in my inbox just shine forever just shine when i open the place and theres shit again and just delete everything and end up with this shiney shine ✨

[neilsdimples]

guess who got a haircut spoiler alert it's me! ✨

[konako]

You know, I was wondering how fast Renee went from "She works for Sionis!" to "holy fuckballs Helena Bertinelli". Then it hit me - she realizes *when Helena takes her hood off* and she gets a good look at her. So. Does Helena look like her mother a lot? Her father? What does it do to her, to see the dead parent stare back each time she looks in the mirror?

Oh, shit, anon. It’s so bright out and you hit me with this.

WHERE DO I BEGIN—

Do you think Helena has any photos of her parents, or any of her family?

They were the (in)famous family, so they probably appeared in newspapers, surveillance shots and yes... obituaries.

Doe Helena have access to that, hidden away in Sicily? Did the men that took her away care to bring her something to remind her of her family? Do they have anything with the Bertinelli faces around? If they don’t, is it a precaution measure, so no to be discovered by whoever is still hunting them down? An if they do, does Helena spend time looking at them? Does she see herself in her parents features, or in her brother’s? 

She’s still so young. Her face reminds her of her own, for now. Maybe not even that. Maybe she looks in the mirror and doesn’t see Helena Bertinelli anymore, for the Bertinellis are long gone. Maybe she struggles to see her old self; the rich, spoiled mafia princess with the happy life and living parents. Maybe she only sees whatever is left of that day. A shell of a girl with a broken last name, desperately wanting to be something else.

Eventually, she sees Huntress. And that’s all that she cares to see. The woman, hardened and sharpened into a deadly weapon, that lives only to kill those responsible for her tragedy.

But then Huntress strips down in her hotel room. She hangs the heavy black coat neatly in the closet, she puts down and stores her weapons, and stares in the mirror again; light tank top, no make-up, sweatpants, messy hair — Huntress doesn’t look like that. Huntress is resting now, so who is this?

She tries to quiet the thoughts. She stares at her odd, clean reflection, and repeats, until it sounds properly like her, “They call me Huntress”

But it’s hard to see Huntress reflected, when it’s a different woman standing there. It’s hard to hear her voice, faking temporary strength, when she says that lie. No one calls her Huntress. No one survives to pass the name forward. Huntress kills them, as Huntress was born to do, so Huntress doesn’t live long enough to exist.

Still, she practices it. She’s chosen the name carefully, and it’s the last thing many men will hear, so she tries to get it right.

“They call me Huntress”, and it doesn’t sound right. It sounds like Helena, because it’s Helena saying it. “They call me Huntress”, and it’s wrong again.

It’s only when she laughs that sorry laugh at her own stupid misery, that she sees someone else reflected in her silliness.

Standing before her is her mother, framed in the same dark, gentle waves of her hair. Her father is hidden somewhere in her brown eyes, in the shadow of her furrowed brow. Her brother is there, too, sharing her shy smile, when her lips curve upwards gently, even when she’s not aware of it.

They’re there. They haven’t left. 

They stare back at her, through the mirror, wearing her reflection. They watch her back, as she studies the features she thought she’d never have. They would laugh at her, now, if they could make a sound through the glass. They would find her practiced greeting ridiculous. 

“No one call you Huntress, dear,” her mother would say, leaning into her dark waves, in the kind voice Helena can no longer remember. “How did you even come up with that name?” her father would study her with the brown eyes, half-amused, half-confused, as he often was. Finally, her brother would flash that eternally childlike bright grin of his, with her own mouth, “Well, I think that’s badass!”

They’re there. They’re hidden in her, somewhere. They come out to stare back at her, when Huntress is stored away. 

She thanks them. Not with words — She’s been talking to herself a lot, so she decides to be quiet for now. She curves her brother’s lips into a shy, self-conscious smile; she looks into her father’s confused eyes and nods her gratitude, as she mother’s waves say forward in the movement. 

When Huntress rests, and the nights are dark, lonely and quiet, she welcomes their shared reflection. She doesn’t feel so alone, as she gazes into the Bertinelli left in front of her. Helena stands, raw and unarmored, before the mirror and she’s thankful that they’re there.

Until, she’s not. 

When the nights are even darker, quieter and more lonely, she doesn’t welcome them. They’re not really there, after all. Huntress is stored away, and only Helena stands, silly and vulnerable, searching for ghostly faces in her own. They’re not there. They never were. Those are her eyes, her hair, her smile. That’s Helena, not them. There’s nothing more of them, if not their bloodline, their family name. It’s genetics, it’s not company. 

It’s in those nights, that she seeks escape. When she wants to run from that helpless state of unwanted feelings, she stores herself away in Huntress.

It’s better to be Huntress. Deadly, dangerous, protected, armored. Huntress is safe. Huntress doesn’t dwell uselessly, alone, in front of a mirror, wishing for a family that she doesn’t have anymore. Huntress doesn’t have their features. Her hair is different, pushed away from her face; her eyes are covered in a deeper frown, darkened by the black around them; and her smile is not shy anymore. They’re not there, with her, in her. 

Huntress doesn’t have a family to mourn — she avenges them, but it’s pure rage, it’s not pointless longing. Huntress covers her hair with a hood, covers her eyes with paint and cover her smile with bloodlust, so they are stored away, too. 

At least, she hopes they are. She doesn’t look in the mirror, to really make sure. She doesn’t want to see them escaping through Huntress, too. She tries her hardest, not to let them show. Not to smile, not to lose her frown, not to let her hair fall on her face. 

She doesn’t look in the mirror. It’s the only way to make sure she doesn’t fall back to that unpredictable state. She doesn’t know what she’ll see, truly. She doesn’t know if it’s Huntress there, if it’s Helena alone, or if it’s the Bertinelli in her. Not looking is the only way to make sure she won’t see anything. No sadness, no love, no longing, no disgust. 

So Huntress is a safe place, where she’s comfortably alone. Protected by herself, from herself and from those who wear her features from time to time. 

It’s better, to be Huntress. Helena knows pain, Huntress deals in anger. So, Huntress is better.

But no one calls her Huntress.

[ladyninjaa]

Curvy Girl (1)

Imagine: Being a curvy Omega girl and a group of Alpha boys try to hassle you one day after school when an unlikely Alpha takes your side. 

You tucked your hair behind your ear as you gathered your school-books; Aizawa-sensei had dismissed classes for the day and you were eager to get back to the dorm to binge-watch shows on your favorite streaming service. There was eager chatter surrounding you and you quietly listened to everyone’s plans for the rest of the day. “Y/N, are you okay walking to the dorm on your own?” Momo asked you after you had politely declined going shopping with the girls. 

You smiled and nodded, “I appreciate the concern but I should be fine, Momo, I’m not going into heat anytime soon.” Alpha females were rare so, you felt naturally relaxed around Momo and she usually warded off any handsy Alpha’s that got too closed to you; it was hard being the only female Omega in 1-A class because you were constantly hackled at by classmates in other classes who saw you as an easy target. 

“Yeah, I know, but I can’t help but to worry,” Momo spoke elegantly while putting her thick hair up in a ponytail, “Some of these Alphas have no manners or dignity.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to tag along, Y/N?” Mina pouted cutely, “It’ll be fun!” 

You giggled as the group of young girls moved towards the classroom door, “I’ve been so busy these last few weeks that I wanted to finally get into bed and be a couch potato.” You explained breezily. 

“Phooey,” Mina moaned before perking up, “We’ll get you some snacks on our way back! I know you’re running low because I stole your limon chips yesterday.” She was sheepish but it didn’t bother you because you let the girls raid your snack stash whenever they wanted as long as they replaced the snack they took. 

You rolled your eyes and nudged her shoulder playfully, “Those really grew on you, huh?” Mina wasn’t a big fan of acidic chips but when your mother dropped a care package with those limon chips, Mina couldn’t get enough of them! 

“They’re so tasty!” Mina groaned with a hungry look in her eyes, “Your mom is so sweet! She always brings me the big bag when she drops off your care packages!” 

“She always brings me knitting supplies,” Momo answered with a fond smile, “Even though, she knows I can create some, I think it’s very considerate of your mother.”

Ochaco added in brightly, “Your mother is amazing in general just like her daughter!” You blush wildly and your female companions giggle and laugh at your reaction. Kyoka and Tsu spoke about your scary Alpha father and you couldn’t help but to giggle at how intimidated they were of your father--even Momo agreed that your father oozed too much Alpha that it made her uncomfortable. 

Eventually, the girls were veering off to head towards the city and you were veering towards the dorms; Momo firmly warning you to text immediately if  any Alphas tried any funny business and after a five-minute lecture, the other girls were able to pull Momo-chan away and waved goodbye to you.

“Be safe!” You yelled waving back with a smile; you were excited to finally get to the dorm and relax! Giddier then usual, you walked with a pep to your step as you followed the other herds of students heading to their dorms. You walked by a lot of the groups unaware that a group of Alpha males had spotted you walking through the crowds without any of your friends. 

An easy target for their anger; anger at what? That some bitch Omega managed to worm her way into the top hero class. You figured being in the thick of the crowds would save you from harassment but that was until you veered towards your dorm. 

“Hey, Omega bitch!” 

“How did a fat bitch like you manage to get into the hero class, I wonder?” 

“I bet she open those thick legs of hers.” 

Your instinct to flee was strong but you shoved that instinct down and replaced it with rage; you worked hard, maybe harder then the others, to get into the top hero class. Your quirk was strong and you knew how to use it well. To be insulted in such a way was enraging. 

But you knew very well that giving into their baiting would make things worse; this wasn’t the first time a group of angry Alpha’s hackled you viciously. 

You ignored them but one of them jogged towards you and yanked your arm back--Your quirk activated as you created pastel crystals to grow up from your skin in spikes. The Alpha yelped and jumped back cradling his injured hand that was bleeding now, “You fucking mutt!” The attacker snarled as his boys got hyped up and attempted to intimidate you with their numbers.

You had no problems using your quirk though it was forbidden for students to use their quirk to harm others; on school, Omegas were granted permission to use their quirk only in defense for situations like these. 

“Touch me again and I’ll stick a crystal up your ass.” You seethe furiously as your eyes glowed purple due to the usage of your quirk. 

“She’s a cocky bitch, huh, boys? A lowly omega like you can’t compete with four of us!” One of them sneered. 

“She can if she has help,” A rough voice growled from behind you and you looked behind you and saw Bakugo walking up with murder in his crimson eyes; boy, he looked pissed as fuck! “What?” Bakugo snapped with a cruel smirk watching at the other males shrunk back, “Scared, Alphas?” Bakugo taunted flexing his muscles. 

Bakugo was the number Alpha not to mess with. 

You felt a jolt of excitement course through you; holy fuckballs, Bakugo was helping me?! You looked over at the four Alphas who were re-thinking this entire situation now that Bakugo was here. 

And then one of them said the wrong thing, “Didn’t know your Omega was this bitch.” 

And Bakugo was flying through the air; explosions sparking from his hands and a snarl on his face. “Oh, fuck,” You muttered throwing up your hand and creating a crystallized wall in front of Bakugo; Bakugo grunted and slammed his hands into a crevice and glared at you.

“What the fuck are you doing protecting these asshats?!” Bakugo raged turning his rage and irritation onto you as he swiftly slide down your crystal wall and stomped up to you. 

The four Alphas had seen the chance to flee and did so with their tails tucked in between their legs. 

“You’ll get in trouble fighting them and it isn’t worth it,” You remarked with a frown as he was up in your face, “Ugh, you reek.” You mumbled scrunching your nose from the rage of his Alpha aura though in a weird way, it excited you? That was a first. 

Bakugo huffed and took a step back, “I’m telling Aizawa-sensei.” 

“I didn’t say not to,” You shrugged picking up your book bag, “I was going to do it myself before they cry wolf and say I attacked them.” You snort at the idea. 

“Like anyone would believe those fucking idiots,” Bakugo snapped, “What the fuck are you even doing walking by yourself?” Bakugo demanded angrily. 

You gave him a sheepish look, “The girls went to the mall and I didn’t want to,” You admitted and then sighed softly, “Momo is going to freak out when she hears this.” You rub your temples in a stressful manner. 

“Your Alpha shouldn’t have left you alone in the first place,” Bakugo snapped, “It’s her fault--”

“Momo is not my Alpha!” You interrupted in shock and with wide eyes.

Bakugo paused and looked confused, “She isn’t? She sure acts like it.” Bakugo muttered sounding annoyed. 

You scowled at him, “Momo looks out for me because I don’t have an Alpha yet.” You explained in an almost shy manner; you weren’t exactly sure why you were talking about such intimate details to an Alpha who wasn’t your Alpha. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” Bakugo responds hotly, “A lot of us thought she was yours.” 

“Well, she isn’t!” You snapped at him and huffed defensively, “Why do you even care about if she’s my Alpha or not, Bakugo?” You demanded hotly not liking his tone or how he was just assuming things about you and Momo.

Bakugo shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and shrugged, “I don’t.” He replied gruffly and brushed by you. 

A current of excitement rushed through you--your inner Omega howling at the contact. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, what the fuck? You watched as Bakugo swaggered back into the dorm with an expression that screamed he was pissed off. Why had your inner Omega reacted in such a way to physical contact with Bakugo? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time it happened; you had trained with Bakugo once and it never got a reaction out of your inner Omega before. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” You muttered to yourself as you began to walk towards the dorm and sighed, “If I keep this from Momo, she’ll rip me a new asshole but if I tell her now, she’ll rip the one I have.” 

You decided you only have the time and patience for one asshole so, you whipped out your phone and texted in the group chat you were in with the girls and hoped Momo wouldn’t have an aneurysm. Bakugo was in the living room stuffing his face with chips and blatantly ignoring your presence. 

You suppress a sigh; he did help you out which was strange for Bakugo but if his mother taught him right, his instinct to protect an Omega would’ve been too strong to ignore. You had to thank him or else your mother would kick your ass. “Hey, Bakugo?” You called out awkwardly standing beside the couch. 

“What?” Bakugo grunted not bothering to look at you.

“Thank you,” You said genuinely.

“Whatever.” Bakugo muttered darkly. 

Again, you tried not to sigh. He was pissed off and you weren’t exactly sure why. You took your leave and trudged up to your room finding it weird that the dorm was too quiet but then again, it was Friday and everyone was probably out and about. 

When you reached your room, you had this feeling of going back to Bakugo...you shook your head and mumbled, “He’s pissed at me right now,” You kicked off your shoes and stripped out of your uniform, “Better not engage him unless I want to die.” 

But you couldn’t help to replay what had happened earlier when he brushed up against you and wondered why it had happened as you fell back onto your bed.

I hope you all enjoy! I am sorry if you spot any errors, lol, I’m too lazy to review for them, kekeke. 

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

Hmmmmmn so this entire chapter is from a certain character's POV who I have been trying to obscure their identity though honestly? I don't think it's surprising at this point, I've kinda laid some huge breadcrumbs. Unfortunately, I don't have anything else to post for WIP. I thought about skipping it but honestly at this point? I'm headed into the end game of Seeds and it seems a little silly to try and edit around their presence since they play a huge part in the finale.

So I'm not going to try and hide their identity any further. I post all my WIP Sunday's beneath a spoiler tag so you as the reader can decide if they wish to engage with it. Just know from here on out there will be spoiler characters and potential spoilers headed into the end portion of Seeds.

I updated my master doc through Chapter 28 and holy fuckballs ya'll I'm at 139,137 words. So I am definitely going to break 150,00K. It's also 330 pages in 11pt font. I am not joking when I say I never want to write a long-fic like this ever again. This shit is exhausting.

Okay, onto WIP Sunday. I'll post some context beneath the cut.

As always it's unedited and prolly a bit shit considering I am kinda knackered tonight but it will hopefully get cleaned up and polished further down the line.

🚨🚨🚨 This is your warning, story spoilers behind the cut, engage at your own risk. 🚨🚨🚨

Context: For those unaware, Jango's older sister, Arla who everyone assumed died in the attack on their family homestead along with his parents was kidnapped and held captive by Death Watch for years. They brainwashed her, drugged her, branded her as their fucking property and abused her pretty horrifically until she became one of their soldiers and Tor's assassins. In the Rep Comm books she ends up in a mental asylum, a completely broken and shattered person after getting captured after an assassination gone wrong. It's pretty upsetting all around, especially since Traviss does this SUPER GROSS AND SQUICKY move where they have Jusik ends up wiping her memories of said trauma. And then because it's fucking Karen Traviss they end up together and it's just....so gross. So I went fuck that shit, it's my AU. She's been in Death Watch's hands for about a six years at this point and has some pretty hefty emotional trauma from her time with them. Arla gets captured during a Mandalorian raid on a Death Watch safehouse and it's revealed she's Jango's sister so Jaster and the others are trying to help deprogram her and safely wean her off the cocktail of drugs that Death Watch had her on. It's going....about as well as you could expect. LOL

Okay, onto the snippet....

They reconvened downstairs a few minutes later, and Arla somewhat reluctantly settled at the table next to the Mon Calamari while Jango sat at her side.

“Why are there Jedi here, Mereel?” She asked pointedly as she looked across the table at Jaster.

“Healer Vrootra here may be best suited to assist you in recovering from what Death Watch has done to you. Moreso than even Mij here so they have graciously agreed to meet with us to see if they can come up with a treatment plan for you.”

“I am a fully trained healer but I also specialize in trauma recovery. The Mand’alor also thought you would appreciate a more…let us say neutral third party.”

Arla eyed her Ril narrowly. “You’re a Jedi headshrink?”

“I wouldn’t call what I do that exactly but I do incorporate psychology into my repertoire if that is what you are asking. My compatriots often experience and witness some of the worst things in the galaxy. It can leave it’s traumatic mark on even the most stalwart of minds. And while we are taught to try and release our negative emotions into the Force, sometimes everyone needs a helping hand. I would be that helping hand if you would allow me, Arla.”

There was an earnest sort of kindness that radiated from the Jedi Healer.

“You’ll understand why I would be less than enthused to accept anything from a Jetii.” The blonde said a little ironically. “Others here at this table might be on good terms with your kind, but to me, you’re still our ancient enemies who once ravaged our home world and installed a false government full of collaborators and traitors.”

“That was centuries ago, we can remember the lessons that it teaches us but to cling to bad blood only serves to poison us.” Jaster pointed out with a small frown.

“Yet Mandalore still remembers and still bears the scars of their idea of justice.”

“We did just as much damage to our homeworld as the Jedi did. We cannot lay all of that at their feet.”

“I cannot speak on what the two of you are discussing with any real authority though I can tell you that we view that period as one of our greatest disgraces and something that the Jedi Order has sworn never to repeat. We are not like that anymore and have chosen to take a more neutral and non-martial path because of that shame. I wish to help you, not because you’re a Mandalorian or because I am a Jedi but because it is within my abilities to help health another sentient being’s pain.” The Mon Calamari said with soft sadness limning her words.

“I sense your pain, Arla, just as I can sense the drugs they filled your veins with. And I know you even now, you are feeling the creeping edges of withdrawal from them and how unpleasant it is.”

Surprise flickered across the woman’s face because she hadn’t even told Jango about the cramping she’d begun to feel in her guts or the headache that had begun to pound behind her eyes despite the rest she’d taken.

“I could help to cleanse the drugs from your body and help to ease the pangs of your withdrawal. Or you could choose to follow the medical plan Doctor Gilimar has drawn up for you. It will be a long and somewhat arduous path because you will need to be tapered off of it slowly lest it damages your liver and kidneys.”

“I’m not afraid of discomfort,” Arla said, knowing her words sounded weak even to her own ears.

“I know you do not, you have no doubt faced far worst pain, but why suffer needlessly? Or risk letting yourself be at anything less than your peak physical capability in the face of whatever your future holds? Something tells me you would prefer to be able to defend yourself and your kin.” Ril proved themselves to be more shrewd than the others had assumed because if you wanted to motivate a Mandalorian, implying they might be incapable of protecting their clan and family was a powerful and dangerous motivation.

Thankfully, Arla didn’t take offense to that statement. “Fine, but if you try and play any sly tricks, I’ll pin your fins to the wall.”

The Jedi didn’t bother to rise to that bait, and the two of them retreated to Arla’s room.

And for a while, that was her routine.

Life among the True Mandalorians settled into a sort of pensive holding pattern. Ril Vrootra visited daily. It was discussed and discarded almost immediately that Arla might go to the Jedi Temple but everyone agreed it might be overly much for her to handle from a mental health point of view.

It also went without saying that they didn’t dare risk her leaving the premises because while she’d proven to be a prickly albeit relatively quiet resident, she had not fully won over Jaster’s trust thus yet.

Still, she was allowed run of the floor and eventually the roof, which is where she came across Tal Almec one afternoon.

Arla took one look at the sallow-faced teen and the skittish look in those violet eyes and accurately read him to be one of the New Mandalorian members of the peace talks.

Death Watch had an special hatred for New Mandalorians whom they viewed as dar’manda and traitors to the Mandalorian way of life.

Ril had made some headway in helping to undo some of the psychological damage done to Arla over the years when it came to her captivity at Death Watch’s merciless hands. But it was going to be a long journey.

However, when Arla looked at the boy, she spotted an opportunity and easy, meek prey. A plan began to formulate in her brain as she smiled at him sweetly which seemed to startle the lad.

“Uh…hi. I didn’t know anyone else was up here. Am I interrupting you?”

“Not at all, I’m just enjoying the view.” In truth, she’d come up here after her latest exhausting session with Ril. The Jedi had managed almost completely to flush the potent cocktail of drugs from her system and the two of them had built enough of a rapport that the young Mandalorian begun to open up to the Jedi Healer regarding her time on Concordia.

They had been right, having a neutral party Ril Vrootra had proven herself to be excellent at her profession and new how best to navigate the often dangerous waters of a damaged psyche skillfully.

Arla felt better after each session but it also left her feeling drained both physically and emotionally.

“Shig?” She offered pleasantly enough and going by the way the boy’s eyes lit up, she knew her lure had been taken. From there, she waited and plotted.

She hadn’t even confided in Jango her plans.

Unlike what Jaster might have feared, she had no interest in running back into Death Watch’s open arms.

No, she intended on getting close enough to Tor Vizsla and she was going to kill him. Even if that required she play the part of still remaining loyal to their cause.

Tor was canny, she doubted he would immediately trust her after so long in enemy hands but she knew of his plans and knew when best to make her move. She simply had to find a way to escape the accursed confines of this damn complex.

Which is where Tal Almec came into play.