#horrible powers squad

[threemoonwatchers]

Sue me I think about Moon Peril and Turtle as a trio a lot like how Turtle sees himself in Moon and what he could’ve been in Peril

That being said sleepover :D in a currently half-baked AU slightly based off a yt video

Okay this is awkward in dark mode considering that Moon’s glasses are on the floor and black 🥲

Base (from Pinterest) and version without the weird attempt at a vignette filter below cut

[cutetaka]

I came up with a scenario and maybe i'll draw it someday😭😭

Imagine this... Hunter, Echo and Wrecker finally found Mount Tantiss. Rex and some other clones are with them. It's a huuuuge rescue mission. Chaos reigned, but thankfully every prisoner was saved from crumbling imperial facility. Then Crosshair noticed that Hunter was missing. He came back for him and carried him like he carried Mayday before. Hunter then asked him this: "why did you come back for me?" and Crosshair answered after a minute of silence: "we don't leave our own behind". And then Hunter broke down and started crying feeling so much guilt and shame because his little brother still loved him so much despite the fact he left him behind... a few times. 

[whalehouse1]

Amanda Waller getting treated like she’s Harley Quinn nowadays, I swear.

[themyscirah]

Why are recent comics incapable of being at all normal about Amanda Waller

Hate this so much

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

You know, I was thinking about Monstrous Regiment as I always do, and I just say, damn, Terry Pratchett sure as shit did the "Female attack drone operator killing children" joke ages before we even got there culturally.

Like, OK, during the climax of the book we find out that half of the Military high command are also women right? Disguised as men and wanting to keep their secret hidden as they live as men yes, but still women.

And here's the thing.

That's not, unlike Jackrum's ending, to be read as a trans allegory.

These are women, who joined the military, a sexist and awful military force who would have killed them had it found out for both being women and for crossdressing, got in a position of power by following the rules and not rocking the Boat (unlike Polly and her squad, who were offered the perfect way out yet still decided to come out as women), and then once they become the high command of the military they do NOTHING.

They do not change those same structures who oppressed them, because now they are in power so who care if other women get hurt.

And they do not stop the war, continuing it instead.

"Women can do the same things man can" is one of the Book's arc words, and it does sound like a pretty neat message, until Terry points out how this very same message can be used to sponsor horrible actions too and passing them for progress.

Women can be war criminals just like man can.

Much like back in the days, cigarette companies sold women cancer on a stick presenting it as freedom and liberation for their gender.

Much like The pilot of the drone that's going to burn your house to the ground has a pride flag pin on their lapel.

You are not immune to fucking military propaganda.

[beartitled]

I think Normal Bill is almost just as intelligent and knowledgeable as his canon counterpart, since he had more time to focus on science and such instead of chaos and despair and.. just about every problem in the book.

Can he also still see through trees and The All Seeing Eye on the dollar bill?

Does he have all the powers of Canon Bill?

How does he feel about Ford and Dipper?

What would he think if he saw his parents?

And.. how does he feel about all the.. imagery of him throughout the world? (Remember how Ford had a fucking golden statue of him? And with the cave paintings.. and the dollar bill, the pyramids have a vague eye shape on them (since canonically they were statues of Bill until the top hat and hands fell off) The Eye Of Providence being a sign for God.. yeah it’s REALLY suspicious, I don’t think he really trusts the Pines family at this point, because they are horrible at hiding things, you don’t need to be an all seeing god to know that.

(Sorry for the long rant, I just love this AU)

Don’t apologise for a rant 🫵 I love rants, my brain just can’t comprehend them sometimes 💥

And also aww 🥹 glad you enjoy this AU ❤️

Okay lemme try answering 👏

First yes, absolutely, he’s a smart boi

His energy is just in the nerd stuff now, instead of chaotic insane vibes he has in the canon

Yea and I think he considers it normal lmao

“Wait what do you mean you don’t see through trees Mabel? Like.. I thought everyone did??”

He’s a smart boi, but he is oblivious in some instances

Not sure about all powers, but some for sure

Also this Bill walks everywhere, bc he never saw humans fly and didn’t consider trying (maybe he saw one human attempt it and decided to never try it himself 💀)

I honestly not really sure

Again not my initial idea, but remember one person saying that Bill would have some intrusive thoughts about Pines time to time, not understanding where they come from and probably feeling really guilty about those

But ultimately I think he would consider them a semi family to him

If y’all want a more detailed answer

He’s probably the closest to Mabel, bc she’s a forgiving person and treats Bill as a new person

This version of Bill would be in a girls squad and hang out with them during sleepovers (he’s a gossip girl come on 💅)

Dipper would still be cautious around Bill (as well as Ford), but would get used to him over time forming some sort of brotherly bond

Also Bill would ship Dipper and Pacifica, occasionally playing cupid for them during Dipper crushing on Wendy

He saw an opportunity to tease Dipper (and he said it would be a good enemies to lovers trope)

When people said “Stan would’ve taken that shot” yea, he would kill the child

But perhaps after seeing Mabel being buds with Bill, he just might be a little less defensive

It could both ways really: either Stan would be completely against Bill, but grow to tolerate his presence with occasional (semi)friendly bullying; or Stan would double down and just actively trying to kick Bill out

Either way they would have some sort of rivalry for sure

He would be buds with Soos and Wendy, just chilling with em on the occasion

And the last but not least Ford

He would be the most paranoid and cautious, not because he’s afraid of Bill like Dipper, but because Ford is afraid of “trigger the old Bill inside”

He and Dipper had an agreement to hide all possible information that could potentially remind Bill about his old self (all the Pines agreed to it too to some extent)

Were they successful in it? Who’s to say

Bill obliviousness saved em a bunch of times

And to address the elephant in the room: no, Billford does not exist in this AU

*booing can be heard across the fandom space* NO, YOU’RE NOT GETTING OLD MAN YAOI ON THIS ONE

🍅💥🐻‍❄️ *tiny bear screaming*

Anyway

I just don’t think it would be fitting in that particular scenario

Don’t get me wrong I like canon Billford (I love the memes and the fact that they are implied to be canon exes is hilarious), but canon Billford

This particular AU just makes the situation incredibly specific 💥

I tried to imagine a scenario where Billford could happen (like i dunno, they gave baby Bill to Oracle and then met his “normal” version)

But with the direction in which this AU went, I think it’s best to leave Ford and Bill with a platonic/parental relationship

To be fair it would be incredibly weird to raise your ex in a baby form 😭💥

But I never actually considered to continue this AU originally, so um 💥💥

I think Ford would just eventually start treating Bill like Mabel: he’s a new person now and to keep that new person undamaged, you need to keep a lot of information hidden (for everyone’s and Bill’s own sake)

This version of Bill and Ford would get along, bc they would both be nerds

(btw Bill’s design is similar to Ford, bc this is how nerds look 🤓💅/silly) (but you can adapt it in a way that Ford just had an influence on Bill, they have a family nerd look™️)

I’m still not sure what kind of time paradox shenanigans the went through to raise Bill tho 💥

This

Honestly I think it would be hilarious if he just thought it was some different guy

“A triangle… with one eye… what if.. naaaah I don’t have a top-hat”

Anyway thank u for the ask ❤️ hope it was fun to read through💥

[fryingpan1234567]

Missed You—Liam Mairi x marked!necromancer!reader

guess who finished Fourth Wing today

sorry this is less actually Liam focused and more bringing-him-back-from-the-dead at first, but you get to be a total badass and you still get to see him later, so like it’s fine

f!reader, we ignore canon and I have no idea how the fortress is built sorry, reader is an absolute badass, this is prolly not gonna be proofread

happy reading!

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You hadn’t seen Liam in five days.

It was the last of the five-day War Games excursion you and your classmates had been subjected to just before your graduation to second year, and you were getting restless. When Violet got moved to Xaden’s little band of… people, Liam of course in tow, it had caused some shifting in other groups as well. You’d gotten dumped in some random wing with people you barely knew, only your dragon and memories to keep you company, the feeling of Liam’s fingers tracing down your face, your neck, your waist, your thighs…

Well, you didn’t particularly want to masturbate while on night watch as your unknowing squad peacefully slept the night away, but—

“Getting needy, are we?” Sif teased in your head, crashing your train of thought. You shifted uncomfortably, wishing to ease the ache between your legs. You stared into the dying fire to distract yourself.

“I am not needy,” you shot back mentally so as to not wake your squadmates. “I just… miss him. Is that a crime?”

“No, but jacking off six feet from your superior officer might be.”

“I hate you. I really, truly do.”

“I could bite you in half.”

“You love me too much—“

Sif slammed her mental barrier down, effectively blocking you out. You huffed a laugh to yourself. You think, despite the constant sass and general need to get in the last word, your orange scorpiontail was probably the best thing that had ever happened to you— aside from Liam, of course. After all, she’d given you power greater than any rider could dream of.

But you had to keep that to yourself.

Necromancy was absolutely unheard of. You knew, because you’d checked— normally you stay far away from the Archives, but you’d gone soon after discovering your signet months ago and checked the records for any mention of magic like yours. Nothing. It was supposed to be the one thing dragons couldn’t give to humans.

And yet here you were, and you couldn’t tell anyone. Certainly not your professors— a marked one with that kind of power? They’d kill you. But even Xaden, Bodhi, any of the others… you didn’t know enough. You thought you could trust them. You were pretty sure. Xaden was your savior, in a way, but he was also mildly unstable if you were being honest. Even Liam’s loyalty to him made it impossible to share your secret.

You sighed. Liam. You’d heard your section leader say something about defending an outpost, but that’s about all you knew about his assignment.

He’s tough. And smart. And with Xaden and Violet. He’s surely fine.

You fell asleep, a pit of unease growing in your chest.

In the morning, everybody flew back to Basgiath, as the game had concluded. You hadn’t seen much action, not that you cared as much about that as you did about seeing Liam again.

In the sea of milling students, you’d normally be able to spot him immediately, his golden hair a head above the rest. You stood on your toes to scan the area, but you didn’t see him.

You did see Xaden, pushing his way towards you through the crowd.

“Xaden!” You gripped his hand in greeting and resisted the urge to look over his shoulder for your boyfriend.

“Hey, y/n.” The way Xaden didn’t smile made yours fade immediately. His tone of voice only ripped the hole that had been growing in your core since the night before bigger, and you had a horrible feeling he didn’t have good news for you. “How were your past few days? Sorry we left you behind.”

Yeah, all the other marked kids had gone with Xaden. Liam included. Who you still did not see anywhere at all.

“It’s— they were fine. Where’s Liam?” you blurted, moving to pull your forearm out of Xaden’s grip.

His fingers tightened, onyx eyes boring into yours. “Y/n… we lost Liam.”

“You—“ Your mind reeled, heart dropping like a stone into your stomach. But not as far as it should’ve. “You what?”

“There was a venin attack on our outpost,” Xaden said quietly so other students wouldn’t hear. You stared up at him with wide, horrified eyes, noting the grief etched into his features. He’d known Liam much longer than you. “Our options were to run or fight. He chose to fight.”

It probably wasn’t the question you should be asking, but it’s the one that came out of your mouth: “You didn’t burn him, right?”

“We—“ Xaden blinked, clearly not expecting that to be your first reaction either. “No, he and Deigh are in the family tomb at the fortress. Why—“

Your nails dug into Xaden’s forearm, a burning urgency building in your throat. You could do something. You could fix this.

“You need to take me to him right now,” you demanded.

Xaden pulled a face. “It’s broad daylight, we just got back, it’s probably not good for you to see your recently deceased boyfriend and his dragon, I could list a thousand reasons why we can’t just fly off again—“

“Xaden,” you begged, then pulled him down to cup a hand to his ear and whisper, “I can bring him back. That’s my signet. But it won’t work if the decaying process starts, so you have to take me to him right fucking now.”

He stiffened, staring down at you in disbelief. You stared back, unwavering.

“You serious?”

“Deadly, Xaden,” you insisted. “Please.”

There was zero hesitation as he dragged you across the room towards the perch where all the dragons still resided. You spotted Sif next to Tairn, because of course she’s always one to push the limits. Her eyes narrowed on you as you approached.

“You told the wingleader,” she hissed in your mind, coiled and angry. Her barbed tail flicked where it rested by her talons, digging into the stone of the wall.

“To save Liam,” you snapped, “of course I did. I can save him—“

“You’ve only revived woodland creatures so far and then passed out for hours at a time,” Sif growled as she allowed you to mount anyways. She flapped her wings, preparing to take off after Sgaeyl.

Your stomach was left on the balcony as the two of you launched into the air, taking after Xaden ahead of you. There were shouts of alarm from below, but you didn’t look back. You had to power through and, most vitally, not get caught by anyone trying to drag you back to the school. Sif, being only marginally smaller than Sgaeyl, was able to keep pace. Your job was to stay on.

“I can do it,” you insisted aloud. Xaden glanced down at you curiously.

“Have you ever brought a human back?” he shouted down to you over the roaring wind.

Your turn to pull a face. “Biggest thing I’ve ever brought back was a mountain lion,” you called back, ignoring the ripple of fury from Sif at yet another spilled secret. Doesn’t matter now. “But I figure because a human is smaller…”

“Will you burn out?” he asked.

Fantastic question. Gods, you hope not. You shouldn’t— the mountain lion in question was much bigger than Liam and you really hadn’t slept for that many days afterwards, so—

“But it will not be just the boy,” Sif grumbled. “He’s still tethered to Deigh, remember? A full size red scorpiontail? You will burn out.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you bit back. Your legs tightened a fraction around Sif’s shoulders. “I won’t burn out. I… can’t.”

You couldn’t dwell on the notion of not being able to bring Liam and Deigh back. If you did— if you didn’t—

“Easy, human,” Sif hummed, a stark contrast to her earlier tone. Warmth faded through you, compliments to the rippling muscled scales beneath you. “I will do everything I can to aid you. We will… try.”

“Thank you,” you managed back, too tired to speak aloud anymore. Risking a glance upwards at your wingleader, Xaden’s gaze was laser focused on the mountain range miles away you knew marked the border of Navarre’s ward.

You flew for nearly thirteen straight hours.

Normally, with average speeds and ample rest time, the trip would take closer to a full day. But Sif and Sgaeyl were not flying at an average speed. And they didn’t stop once.

It was dark again when you and Xaden stumbled off your dragons on the roof of the Aretia fortress, each of you feeling the weight of your dragons’ exhaustion. But you didn’t fall. No time.

“Come on,” Xaden beckoned, gesturing towards the yawning doorway that led into a dark ramp. You’d never seen this part of the fortress before. To your surprise, Sif was able to follow you down the tunnel.

“Where are we?” you asked, turning your attention away from Sif after she flicked her tongue at you. Xaden’s pace was harder to keep as, unlike your dragons, the two of you were very different in stature. Your legs were significantly shorter than his, and you nearly had to run to keep up with his stride.

He conjured a mage light to float above his head like a ghostly halo, and you did the same. There were no other lights in the corridor.

“Entrance to the crypt,” was all he said. Figures. “Big enough for dragons to carry other dragons, if need be.”

Your heart tugged at the thought of Sgaeyl or maybe Tairn hauling Deigh’s lifeless body down this same tunnel, Xaden carrying Liam’s in tow. You shook the image away. You were gonna need your concentration.

You didn’t speak the rest of the journey down, down into the mountain, farther underground than any other part of the fortress. Eventually the tunnel widened into a positively cavernous room, and you couldn’t suppress your gasp.

It was stunning. From what little light your mage lights could provide, you saw vaulted ceilings painted with murals of battles from even before the rebellion. Massive pillars stood close to the walls, engraved with names going back generations. There was a massive shrine to Malek right in the center of it all.

And scattered around the floor were skeletons. You noticed it was two to a group— a human, and a dragon, the dragon’s curled protectively around the human’s. Of course there were some humans without dragons, accompanied instead by artifacts or offerings left by family. This was generations of Aretians.

And the sloping form of a red dragon that did not rise and fall in turn with its breaths.

“Oh, gods,” you whispered aloud to yourself, breaking into a run as you passed Xaden. You came around Deigh’s head and froze as your gaze met Liam.

He looked… asleep.

No blood. No horrible injuries, like you’d been afraid of. You hadn’t thought to ask many questions about what had happened on the way here, and now was certainly not the time. Liam’s head rested against Deigh’s limp forearm, golden curls falling softly against the scales there. Some remaining blood was smeared across Deigh’s wings and a couple spots on his underbelly, but no gaping wounds on him either. Brennan cleaned him up, if you had to guess.

You fell to your knees at their side. Xaden knelt beside you, and you knew he didn’t want to pressure you, but he was more anxious than you were. You felt Sif’s presence stalk around Deigh’s other end and stop, sitting by his tail as hers flicked over his spinal ridges. They’d been friends. A new wave of grief washed over you.

But grief for what? You were here, weren’t you?

“What do you need?” Xaden asked you softly.

It’s go time now. “Maybe stand back. I’ve been told it gets pretty bright.”

Xaden did as you suggested and backed away, and you scooted closer to Liam and Deigh. Your lips parted in a shaky sigh as your fingers carded through his hair for the first time in nearly a week. His skin was ice cold to the touch. Your other hand found one of Deigh’s talons, and you braced yourself for what was to come.

“Remember to not die,” Sif reminded you, hints of anxiety leeching into her voice. You returned her earlier wave of comfort.

“I can do this,” you promised.

You found the floor of your childhood bedroom. You looked under the bed for Sif’s power, and you brought it out, like you’d slide out a box of old toys to go through in nostalgia.

This was not nostalgia. This was hot, syrupy energy seeping from your heart to your shoulders, down your arms, into your hands, and finally into golden locks and red scales.

You inhaled deeply. You could feel their pain, still residing after however many days it had been since they left this plane of existence. You grabbed onto that pain and tugged it like a loose thread on a sweater, because you knew their souls were on the other end of it.

“Malek, forgive me, for I am about to rob you of not one but two brave warriors’ souls,” you murmur aloud to no one but yourself. The pain gets brighter, more intense. Good. It’s working.

“Okay?” Sif nudges, but you don’t answer. You have to focus. This is going to be more difficult than anything you’ve ever done before.

And you’re going to do it. For Liam.

The pain unfolds deep in your chest, worsening inch by treacherous inch as you forcibly drag two souls back into their bodies. But it’s working, and that’s the only fucking thing that matters.

“Malek, forgive me,” you repeat in a whimper. “I commend you my own soul, my own heart, you may punish me for eternity when I go into the ground, but please, please,” you beg. You feel like you’re melting from the inside out. But you can also feel Liam and Deigh coming closer, and that means you can’t stop or slow down.

“Uh, you okay?” Xaden calls from somewhere behind you. Sif audibly hisses and snaps at him for disturbing your concentration. “What?! Sorry, I— she’s— y/n, you’re glowing. Are you supposed to glow?”

“Yep,” you choke out over your shoulder. “Good, all good. Shut up now, please.”

He did. It took several more minutes, maybe hours, before you had Deigh and Liam’s souls floating just above each of their bodies. You were shaking like a leaf. You could probably pass out from heat exhaustion right now. It was the most pain you’d ever been in. You’d dragged two souls straight out of Malek’s hands and into your own.

Final push. Liam’s whispered name fell from your lips as his soul settled back into his physical body. His chest jolted to life beneath you with new air and a revived heartbeat, as did Deigh’s. You vaguely hoped he wouldn’t roll forwards and crush the two of you.

Liam’s bright blue eyes cracked open. His gaze met yours for half a second, and he smiled, that dimple that you loved so much appearing, and—

And you passed out, falling back into Sif’s outstretched wing.

Those blue eyes were the first thing you saw when yours opened, several hours later.

You were back at Basgiath.

You sat up way too fast, and the world tilted, sliding you right back down onto your pillow. Well, not your pillow— this was not your room, it was Liam’s, judging by the window placement and—

Liam.

Your eyes snapped to his, which crinkled as he smiled at you. You nearly started sobbing right then and there.

Liam! Alive! Smiling at you!

“Morning, sunshine,” he said softly, and that was it for you. You curled into his arms, sobs wracking your sore body as he held you tight to his chest, holding you like he never wanted to let you go again.

“Li— Liam,” you hiccuped, muffled from his blankets. “I— you—“

“I know, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. “You’re okay. I’m okay, somehow. Breathe for me.”

It took several moments, but you came down from your high, clutching at Liam’s bare shoulder with shaking hands. He kissed your tears away and whispered comforts to you all the while, which was a little bit ridiculous. He’d literally just come back from the dead, and he was comforting you.

You, who’d brought him back. It fucking worked.

“It worked,” you whispered aloud.

Liam laughed at that, his sweet dimple making its appearance again. You couldn’t squash the smile that took over your face at the sight. You resisted the urge to kiss it like you had so many times before.

“It worked, baby,” he agreed. He stared into your eyes with his electrifying blue ones, grin softening into a contented smile. “Xaden told me… as much as he could, I think. Your signet is necromancy, which you neglected to tell any of us.” He poked at your side teasingly, and you twisted away from him with a giggle.

“I’m sorry,” you managed, finding your hand under the covers and laying it on Liam’s forearm, lazily drawing circles there. Fuuuck, you’d missed him.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “It’s okay; I get why you did it. It’s dangerous for people to know.” He studied your face thoughtfully. “You’re…”

“Too nice to be a necromancer?” you supplied, half joking. You did have a lot of friends for a reason.

“I was gonna say amazing,” he said, “but close enough. Did Sif tell you she and Sgaeyl had to pretty much carry Deigh and I back here, by the way?”

Your jaw dropped. You supposed it made sense— it’s not like Liam or his dragon would be in tip top shape right off the bat after coming back from the dead. But still, the image was frankly hilarious.

You reached out to Sif. “Is that true? Did you actually have to carry Deigh?”

“And your sorry unconscious ass,” she responded immediately. Her words were biting, but her tone was undeniably relieved. “The wingleader took your boy. He seems touch starved, but he also seems like he’d never admit that aloud.”

You suppressed a laugh, clapping a hand to your mouth. If that wasn’t the most Xaden thing you’d ever heard in your life…

“She filling you in on all the glorious details?” Liam raised a perfect eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Sif says Xaden is touch starved but he won’t admit that to anyone,” you relayed.

Liam snorted. “I’ve never been cuddled by that man before in like twenty years of knowing each other except for the past thirteen hours. Maybe don’t tell him I said that.”

You exhaled your laugh, curling back into him. Your ear found his chest, and the steady thrum of his heartbeat nearly made you break down again.

Mental note: sacrifice a very large animal to Malek later today.

What time is it?

You poke your head up over Liam’s shoulder to find the clock he keeps at his bedside. Nearly noon.

“How long was I out for?” you realized, hoping it hadn’t been days like it normally was. After that, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d passed out for a month.

“The whole time we were there, the whole flight back, and four hours,” Liam recited as if he’d been counting. Knowing him, he probably was. The thought brings a smile to your face. “We had Brennan mend what he could. You’d probably sleep through the month if he hadn’t sped the process up.”

“Read my mind,” you murmured, rubbing your face against his chest like an affectionate cat. He huffed a laugh, carding a hand through your hair.

“You missed me, huh?” he murmured back in the same tone as yours.

Preening dickhead. You figured you’d indulge him, if only because he was definitely right this time.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, simply, and that was it. You could talk about the battle that cost him his life some other time. You could get his and Deigh’s help groveling to Malek later. You could answer all his questions about your power when he felt the need to ask them. But for now, you were great right where you were at: in his arms, in his bed, as it should be. Thinking he was dead 24 hours ago seems distant, a faraway worry.

Alive. Liam Mairi is alive. And he’s all yours.

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see I fixed it! everyone’s happy now

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Attack on Titan) Annie, Mikasa, Sasha, Historia, and Ymir with an affectionate S/O

Hoo it's been a bit since we've seen these gals huh?

Annie doesn't particularly care that her S/O is very affectionate, at least not in private.

She doesn't get it, but she doesn't stop them either.

Though she's surprised upon hearing S/O's answer to her question.

(Annie) "Without any regrets..."

Annie still makes zero remarks about their clinginess, but she subtly holds them a little tighter from then on.

She won't say it, but she has the same thoughts, to die without regrets for the ones she loves.

Mikasa gets a bit flustered whenever S/O hugs her, not caring about the PDA to the rest of her squad.

It felt...nice.

When Mikasa asks S/O why they're so clingy, their answer doesn't exactly surprise her. Not in the way most people would expect anyway.

(Mikasa) "Not holding to my arm would be a regret of yours?"

(S/O) "Huh? N-No, I mean just not getting to hug you at all!"

Mikasa's cheeks slightly flush from such an obvious answer getting horribly misunderstood.

(Mikasa) "R-Right."

Mikasa always holds S/O tightly back, even if it does embarrass her a little.

Sasha does not care at all about the PDA.

She embraces it, and S/O openly.

Connie and Jean usually roll their eyes at their hugging, and try to avert their eyes to avoid dying of cringe.

Sasha on the other hand loves that they're so clingy! Physical affection was nice after all.

But, she wasn't expecting their answer.

(Sasha) "No regrets, huh?...I think I get that."

She says nothing else as she smiles, putting their head onto her shoulders.

Historia admits S/O's physical gestures were endearing, no matter how ill-timed they seemed to be.

Which was all the time, apparently.

It reminded her a bit of her cadet days, and wished they could go back to that time.

She was already in a somber mood when asking S/O what made them so clingy beside the obvious answer, and simply hums at their response.

(Historia) "I wish to live without regrets as well, S/O...It's all we can do at this point, isn't it?"

Ymir can't help but laugh and returns their affection with gusto, to hell with anyone watching!

Ymir feels powerful, knowing S/O needed her like this.

She plays up their affection and her role a lot, to the point of looking being overdramatic to anyone watching.

But behind closed doors, her attitude shifts from playful to far more quiet and thoughful.

(Ymir) "Hey, remember when I asked why you're so clingy? Truth is...I'm the same. If we're going to die soon, might as well make sure we live to the fullest before our time's up."

[hawkflame999]

Ninjago Headcanons 23-25

#23:

The ninjas have this habit of going onto the roof as soon as the adults' backs are turned. Cole was the first one to climb up there, then he taught the other three, Kai taught Nya, and all four taught Lloyd.

Master Wu found out not long after the Final Battle, because-

Sensei Garmadon walked in on Cole on the roof, so-

Even now, they go up there when no one's looking and sometimes they get in trouble, sometimes they don't, because Wu and Garmadon also went up there as kids. 

Wu has just about given up trying to make them stop.

24: The ninja and friends have nicknames for certain groups.

Zane, Kai, Cole, and Jay are the Chaos Quadruplets.

Zane, Kai, Cole, Jay, and Nya are the Chaos Five or The Five.

Zane, Kai, Cole, Jay, and Lloyd are the Chaos Brothers. Or Hurricane Chaos Brothers.

Zane, Kai, Cole, Jay, Nya, and Lloyd are either The Six, Chaos Siblings, Chaos Six, The Chaotic Six or The Gang. or Hurricane Chaos, or Hurricane Six.

Garmadon, Wu and Lloyd are the FSMD Squad, standing for The First Spinjitzu Master’s Descendant Squad.

FSM, Garmadon, Wu and Lloyd are simply the FSM Squad.

If it’s the Quadruplets but only two of them it’s Chaos Twins, three are Chaos Triplets. 

Zane and Pixal are the Robos. 

Zane, Pixal, Nya, and Jay are the Hackers (Tech Savvy ppl)

Wu and Garmadon are the SB (Spinjitzu Brothers.)

25: Elementals (Elemental Masters, if you wanted to be horribly formal) have this sense of each other even before they have their true potential.

 And some telepathic bond, too. 

The more an Elemental used it with another Elemental, the stronger their bond and sense was with that specific Elemental. 

The six are well tuned to each other, they have a really strong bond. And a lot of times they only speak through their minds. 

All Elementals can telepathically communicate.

Said Elemental Bond, as they call it, is strong enough that even Vengestone can’t block it- This is how the five all had a feeling of suspicion of Zane’s survival and other things.

And when an Elemental is in distress or fear or such, they start instinctively and unconsciously sending out mental distress signals that all other Elementals can feel- this is how Wu probably found Cole on the mountain.

Even after an Elemental’s power passes on, the bond remains.

[xianle-quartet-shenanigans]

incorrect quotes part 3

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Xie Lian: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Hua Cheng: You and me!

Xie Lian: *tearing up* Ok.

:( Xie lian...

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Xie Lian, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

someone stop this man, he might get too powerful (jk don't)

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Feng Xin, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

could also work for Hua Cheng, but thought it was funnier with Feng Xin

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*after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong*

Feng Xin: Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding Hua Cheng.

Mu Qing: For the record, I already found them.

Xie Lian: And you let them get away before we could have a meaningful conversation.

Mu Qing: They stabbed me!

Feng Xin: I'm surprised they waited this long, Mu Qing. We've all had the urge.

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Feng Xin: Do you want some tea?

Hua Cheng: What are the options?

Feng Xin: Yes or no.

I feel like both of them would literally just interact through deadpan energy

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Mu Qing: Did you miss me while I was gone?

Hua Cheng: You were gone?

and these two interact through sass, especially aimed at eachother

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Mu Qing: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes

because he wanted to be f-f-friends

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Hua Cheng: They say that the most valuable things cost nothing.

Mu Qing: They also say that being cheap is an annoying trait, so don’t overuse that excuse.

Huaqing being catty to eachother, exhibit b

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I am having a blast with these incorrect quotes lol

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

“she was upset at William she wouldn't hesitate to make her boundaries known (ie the hand dodge) “

This person needs to watch the entire Mary berry Christmas episode because William and Kate were not upset with each other at all! They were laughing throughout the entire episode! She just must have moved her chair.

Also, people are so weird for wanting William to leave Kate throughout her illness! That would make him a horrible person

It just goes to show you the power of anti-Cambridge PR; that one little interaction got picked up by the Sussex Squad, who made it go viral on mainstream media, and now it's solidified in everyone's conscience as Problem #3 in William and Kate's Marriage.

I don't think anyone wants William to leave Kate because of her illness. All they're doing is pointing out that the statistics and ancedotal evidence means the Waleses' marriage is more likely to collapse because Kate is sick than any other time they've been together. That ancedotal data plus their interpretation of recent Waleses behavior and William's comments to them = marriage breakdown...which is actually a pretty plausible and realistic assumption to make, if that's the way you're seeing all this shake out.

(And just to be clear, I don't see the Waleses that way. I do see them having had some kind of relationship setback in 2024 owing to the stress of illness - which is perfectly natural - but they're healing and healing together.)

[threemoonwatchers]

HELLO. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PERIL-TURTLE FRIENDSHIP?

They are the sillies ever

Listen they just. They just get each other okay

I have so many feelings

[ivystoryweaver]

The Only One

Episode 9

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Summary: The Resistance relocates to a new base and you mightily struggle with whether to stay or flee. Poe is as wonderful as always and Leia weighs in. Things take a turn

Word Count: 2.5k

Content: self-worth probs, crying, hurt/comfort

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

Poe surged forward, sliding his fingers through yours - twisting his fingers around yours - the motion he'd memorized as you fiddled with your straps a thousand times before.

"I've got you." His breath brushed your forehead as he drew your intertwined fingers, pulling you as close as he'd ever dared.

And for the first time, wings and all, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed your body against his.

Setup and survival kept everyone busy and attention off you...for now.

As always, the Resistance hid out in an old rebel base, so the first priority was triage of the wounded, evaluation of supplies and getting everyone a place to rest, after getting them fed.

Everyone was too busy, at first, to worry about your wings or even your Force-wielding abilities.

Poe found you in a corner, as far away from curious eyes as you could manage with your newfound wings, hovered over a holopad, working your magic as best you could with outdated Rebel equipment.

"Hey there," he greeted, kneeling down beside you.

"Commander," you neutrally returned, keeping your eyes fixed on the task at hand.

"I think it's Captain, actually," he sheepishly replied, scrubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin. "The general demoted me right before..." Clearing his throat with a slight sense of embarrassment, he reached for your hand.

You stopped working, eyes cutting over to him. "I'm not calling you Captain. It's ridiculous."

A tired chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Yeah, maybe. You ready to get some rest?"

"No, I have work to do."

He regarded you for a moment, heart burning for you, with everything you'd been through. "All right, Ells. You stay here if you want. But I've gotta sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open."

He stood, watching as you stopped working, body tensing as your eyes darted around you warily. "W-where will you go?"

"Just to sleep. That's it. I won't be far," he reassured you gently, his eyes warm and sympathetic. "Unless...you can come with me."

You were up on your feet and following him in one second flat.

There wasn't much in the way of privacy at this base - not yet, anyway, but Poe had found a closed door to rest behind, grateful that you reached for his hand, linking your fingers through his. He was so worried about you and so very exhausted.

He stumbled into the tiny room, released your hand, sank down in the corner, back pressed against the wall. "You can take the bed."

You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment that you would take Poe's bed. "No...I have work to do. Please, just go to sleep. I'm okay."

He shook his head, but you insisted. "I'm not sleepy yet. I have some reprogramming to do. Come on."

In a relatively short amount of time, Poe had been captured, tortured by Kylo Ren, he blew up Starkiller Base, lost dozens of friends on the bombing squad, got demoted, saw Leia get severely wounded, got repeatedly dressed down by Holdo, watched half the Resistance get blown out of the sky, and then Holdo herself...and now you.

You not only had wings but you appeared to be a powerful Force user. It was all catching up to him, and he fell asleep as soon as he laid his head down.

Once you were able to watch him, unguarded, you set down your holopad and let out a long sigh. "Oh, Poe...you're the last one who should have been demoted. Without you, so much of this would fall apart. I would...fall apart." Your lip trembled as your eyes flooded with tears.

Tentatively reaching out, you brushed a stray curl away from his eye. How could someone so wonderful, so good, have been treated so horribly? As soon as the thought skittered across your mind, however, you withdrew your touch, backing away from him. Your eyes flickered all over his handsome face and you winced, noticing the little nicks and cuts you inflicted upon him, when you flung rocks outward with the Force. His hands and arms bore the same scrapes.

You were like them now. Like the evil people who tortured Poe. You belonged to the darkness, you were certain of it. You were born wrong, possibly the last of your species. And the last person you knew who could tell you anything about your past, died warning you of your dark connection.

You had to leave, because you would only hurt the Resistance if you stayed. You would hurt Poe.

It would probably be best to sneak away while he was asleep. Pushing up onto your feet, you winced as your wing knocked against the wall. Hot tears pricked your eyes as shamed filled your chest, squeezing like a vice. You were a freak. An evil, dangerous demon.

But you would do one thing for Poe before you left. Quietly sneaking out of the door, you located the makeshift med bay and braved the stares and inquiries to try to find some bacta ointment or patches for Poe's wounds.

Unfortunately for you, Leia was there and she spotted you right away, summoning you to her bedside where she was getting checked over.

"General Organa," you gasped, face flaming hot with humiliation over your Force tantrum back on Crait. "I...I didn't mean to bother you, I'll go."

"No, stay," she gently instructed with a gentle smile, dark eyes warm and calming. "I've been worried about you."

Your eyes went wide. "About me?" Your lip trembled as you realized she must be ready to call you out on your dark and dangerous abilities. "I'm sorry, I just came to get some bacta for Poe. He's hurt."

"Poe is hurt?" She asked, sitting up in her bed, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Just some scrapes... I-I didn't mean to. It was an accident." Your breath grew shallow as you felt familiar panic rising in your chest.

"Elia, I want you to breathe," Leia instructed, reaching for your arm with the softest touch. "Just...breathe."

Whatever she was doing worked as the tightness in your chest released.

"You've had quite a day," she sympathetically smiled.

"Me?" You gasped, shaking your head. "General Organa, I'm so sorry...about Master Luke."

She nodded knowingly. "You felt that, didn't you?"

Noticing the instant your panic returned she shook her head once. "Breathe, Elia."

Your eyes drifted closed as you felt an sense of calm and safety wash over you.

"I'll see that you get the bacta you need, but I want you to come and see me tomorrow. Okay?"

You agreed, if only to quickly get back to Poe and figure out a plan for your escape.

Thankfully, Poe was still sound asleep when you returned - tousled curls splayed carelessly yet somehow beautifully as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips. If only you didn't have to be this creature. If only you could really love him.

As gingerly as you could manage, you opened the vial of bacta and, with a featherlight touch, applied it to the cuts you could see, doing everything in your power to not wake him.

Once you finished, you picked up your holopad and tried to plot an escape route. You had to think of how to get away without drawing unwanted attention to the Resistance. If you were caught by the First Order...

You shuddered to think of what they would do to you to get information. But if you stayed here, the darkness in you would surely corrupt everything around you. Easing down onto the floor, you felt your eyes grow heavy.

Hours later, Poe found you there, asleep, your dark wing covering you like a blanket. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he stared at you for an indulgent moment, wondering if he'd ever met anyone as unique as you. He wondered if you'd ever let him in, let him close.

Clearly you had been hiding your wings for a long time, maybe your whole life. No wonder you never took your backpack off. He winced at the thought that it must have physically hurt you to hide them. And the fact that you were a Force user. What else were you hiding?

It took everything in him to refrain from stretching out his fingers to trace the slick texture of your wing.

Soon enough, you shifted and stirred, waking up and struggling to find your way out from under your wing. Your hair still hung loosely around your shoulders. You flinched when you saw Poe staring at you.

"Hey," he breathed, reaching for your arm. "I just woke up. Did you sleep down there all night?"

Straightening up a little, you winced in pain, realizing you must have slept crooked. Your wings seemed to feel awkward and at least a little painful all the time.

"Come up here," Poe coaxed, gently grasping your elbows to pull you onto the bed with him. You eased down beside him, heart thundering inside you as your wing settled over both your shoulder and his.

"I-I'm sorry, I..." You pulled away, not wanting to upset him with this terrifying, demonic part of your body.

"Don't be sorry," he whispered against your cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't...my wings, I - "

"It's okay," he soothed, smiling tenderly as you pushed your fingers through his in the typical, repetitive motion you always did with your backpack straps.

"Your wings don't hurt me, sweetheart," he went on. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

"I'm not," you whimpered, tears spilling over your lashes. "I'm...wrong. The darkness - it's in me. It's part of me."

He nodded, touching his forehead to yours. "Everyone has darkness in them somewhere. And light too. It's balance."

Your eyes drifted closed you finally felt sleepiness dragging you under. Somehow, Poe's presence soothed you, despite the notion that you should try to depart tonight.

Safe in his arms, you slept and slept, more soundly than you could remember. It would be one last memory to take with you as you left the Resistance for good.

You slept so long and so hard that Poe eventually climbed out of bed and got busy helping the Resistance get settled at the new base. Leia met with him, promoted him and put him to work. Poe was all too eager to oblige.

You awoke, sore and confused, but after some breakfast and a quick rinse in the fresher, you felt marginally better. And ready to make a plan for how to get out of here.

As you scurried toward the hangar in search of a ship, you realized how stupid your idea was. You couldn't fly anything, and what Resistance pilot would defect to fly you anywhere? Not only that, but how would you escape Poe's watchful eye?

But it's all you knew to do. You ran when things got too hard. You knew nothing else. With all your heart, however, you wished you weren't made wrong because you wanted to stay. Maybe you should stay and ask for help. General Organa seemed to be understanding with you last night. Perhaps she could help you control your power. Or perhaps she would see you for what you truly were.

"I thought I might find you here."

General Organa's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"General. Good morning," you attempted, your hands fidgeting as you averted your eyes.

"Good afternoon," she pointedly returned, but smiled warmly.

"I-it's good to see you out of the med bay. Are you feeling better?" You politely questioned, unknowingly inching away from her.

Leia reached for your hand in a motion so soothing, you didn't even think to flinch. "I am. Thank you. And what about you, Elia? How are you feeling?"

Unsure of how to answer such a layered question, your head dropped, if only to avoid eye contact.

"Could I ask you a question?" She finally asked, breaking the long moments of silence.

You nodded, so she went on. "Could I ask where you were planning to go?"

Your eyes popped open. She knew? After a few moments, you felt a tears slip down your cheeks. "I don't want to put the Resistance in danger."

Nodding understandingly, she motioned for you to sit down on a crate. You complied and she joined you.

"The way I understand it is - you saved a lot of lives on Crait. A whole transport's worth. Maybe more." She looked at you pointedly. "Isn't that right?"

Fidgeting under her scrutiny, you shrugged. "I don't really understand how it happened. I just didn't want anyone to die."

"Tell me what you did. Or said," she gently coaxed. "It's all right."

"Um, the transport caught fire and...I felt the heat. Then I...I told the fire no. I thought of all the danger and I just said no. I felt it and I concentrated. And I could feel the ship touching down on the planet's surface." You sighed wearily. "Couldn't stop the fire, though, or the explosion."

"And how did you feel?"

"Calm," you answered without really thinking.

"The Force is strong with you. I've told you that before."

"The Force," you slowly repeated. "You mean, the energy flow that you have. And Master Luke. And Rey. The girl who moved the stones. Is she a Jedi? Are you a Jedi? You're not saying I could be a Jedi, are you, because I can't do that - not with my wings, because they hurt me sometimes and because of what I am. So that's not what you mean, is it - "

"Elia," she interrupted your rambling. "If you stay, I'll teach you about the Force. I'll show you how to understand your connection to it."

The ache in your wings and your back matched the ache in your soul. You wanted to be a part of the light more than anything. You wanted to be good like Poe and in control, like Leia.

With nothing left to lose, you decided to try to explain to the general about your past. About how you were the last of your kind, as far as you knew. And how someone ominous explained your species' connection to darkness.

She listened intently, without making you feel uncomfortable. In fact, she had a unique talent for it. You'd never felt more centered around anyone. Poe was like that too, but in a completely different way.

"Do you remember when you were on that mission with Poe, to that swampy planet, and you saved his life?"

Instead of denying it, or rambling or fussing, you slowly nodded.

She smiled softly. "Those are not the actions of someone destructive. You've used what little you understand about the Force to save lives. To heal. You didn't give in to fear, to anger. You're strong."

Shaking your head, you squeezed your eyes closed. "Then why was I born like this? Why did I have to be a demon?"

Leia rose, pacing around behind you to inspect your wings. Your head bowed in shame as you endured one of the moments you had dreaded since you arrived and joined the resistance: the rejection of General Organa.

"How certain are you of your species?" She questioned, moving back around to face you.

No one had ever asked you that, because you had been pretending to be a human your whole life. "I only know what I was told. I don't think there are anymore demons."

"And that's why you hid your wings?" She asked a rhetorical question and then continued. "That's why they hurt you. They didn't grow correctly."

"Please..." you backed away, wishing so badly you could flee and hide, feeling as if you couldn't take any more scrutiny or stares.

"It's all right," she repeated. "Will you meet me here tomorrow? I think I can help you."

"With the Force, you mean?"

"Yes. And I think we can do something about your pain," she added. "I may also have an idea about where you're from."

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[dullgecko]

Riz obviously suffers the most from racism, often needing to be disguised when they travel or just straight up murdering the assholes that can’t keep their mouths shut. Obviously the bad kids made a Riz Protection Squad… Wait, why is Riz the president of his own protection squad? “Riz, wait, put down the knife. We’re supposed to protect you.- WHO GAVE HIM A MISSILE LAUNCHER!?”(Missile launcher was a joint effort of Fig, Adaine, and Gorgug. Made to specifically target racists.)

It wasn’t very surprising that Fig also had to deal with racists, mostly from religious humans and elves. She didn’t know what to do the first time a Helio follower berated her for existing, it was one of her old friends in middle school too, she ended up crying in her room and wouldn’t let Sandra Lynn comfort her. After the second time she just started hissing exaggeratedly to scare them off, as well as threatening to set them on fire, it still hurt though.(After sophomore year she started expressing how much it actually effected her, mostly with the bad kids but she did open up to her parents too…Eventually.)

Gorgug was mostly left alone, simply because the racist were scared of him, but the times he does face discrimination he sorta just stares at the person until they walk away or until one of the bad kids just suddenly appears and beats up the person insulting him. (Adaine and Ayda made a spell that signals them if someone is being mean to Gorgug, since Adaine canonically believes that if someone is mean to him then they’re automatically evil. Ayda fully agrees.) The first time it happened was unfortunately in elementary school with his teacher and it continued the whole school year, he didn’t tell anyone until he brought it up during a family dinner in between sophomore year and junior year. No one had ever seen Digby and Wilma look so pissed before, not even Gorgug.

Fabian got a lot of shit for not being a “pure blood” of a human or an elf, but he never actually cared about it. It confused him the first time, like yeah, of course he’s not fully a human or fully an elf, that’s how genetics works. Fig and Ragh had to explain it to him for about two hours before he realized what they meant(Power-points had to be made), which resulted in a very long overdue murder trip to the assholes house. (He’s very proud of himself for finding the address without Riz’s help.)

Adaine never really had to deal with it, at least not towards her. She would get the odd comment of being uptight because she’s a high elf, but they would already be on the ground before they could say anything else. One of the few things her and Aelwyn agreed on while growing up was how horribly racist their parents are and how they would never be like that. After getting adopted she would speak up more openly for her friends and new family, gladly standing in the line of fire to lessen what the others had to hear. She also verbally abused Arthur until he made a system in the school that would make someone unable to speak if they try to be racist, sexist, or homophobic.

Kristen faced racism towards humans maybe two times, and each time she just laughed and screamed “So this is what I was missing out on!”. The others were not impressed, in fact they’re all very pissed and on the hunt for the asshole who insulted her.… “Riz…Get the missile launcher.” (Kristen got a little emotional and hugged them all after they got back. No, she doesn’t care about the amount of blood they’re all covered in. And no, she won’t ask about the weird bag or why they’re taking it to the basement…Or why it’s still moving.)

BONUS! Ayda makes them all write down the names and descriptions of people who hurt them(There’s no way out of it, they have to.), then goes to each person’s home and either makes sure they can’t say anything hurtful again or, if they’re already taken care of, just burns down the place and curses their blood line. Good pirates don’t discriminate in any way, and she will see to it that everyone will pay for hurting her paramour and her friends.

Riz has to deal with it a lot, but most of the time he just ignores it because it isnt worth getting into a fight over. ESPECIALLY when he was younger, and infinitely more puntable (its how he got so good at sneaking, he had to deal with it less if people didnt even notice he was there). It became less of an issue when he started packing heat, and EVEN LESS of an issue once he became a multiple confirmed dragon slayer. Sure, he still encountered the assholes sometimes but absoloutly /ruining their lives/ is just a fun little side hobby now. Oh you called me a slur? Oh no how did your wife find out you were cheating and where did she get that folder full of proof?

Outside of Solace its a bit rougher but he humors his friends desire to protect him, he even accepts a souped up arcubus from them that he keeps as a backup weapon just in case (but he's too attached to his own to use it). Anyone that gets past his friends to attack him though is leaving with more holes than they came with initially.

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Fig just laughs off anyones attempts at being racist these days. Fig is an archdevil, if anyone is racist towards her she simply makes a note of it for later. She might not do anything to hurt them in the moment but there are receipts, and she will be collecting her dues when they finally kick the bucket.

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The generally racist opinion of half-orcs is that they're dumb, slow and violent. Gorgug is none of these things, he's just quiet and actually thinks things through before replying (which might make it seem like he's a bit slow but its more that he's thoughtful). One of his teachers in middle school constantly made him the butt of jokes, and propped him up as an example that none of the other kids would want to be. He was careful to never loose his temper around that teacher just so he wouldnt fit the stereotype the way they wanted.

When his parents find out about it years after the fact, the teachers car is found dismantled in their driveway the very next morning. Every single piece that could be taken apart done so, and most of the metal pieces were left in a bucket of salt water. No one saw who did it and there was no evidence at the scene.

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While Adaine doesnt have to deal with much by way of racism she /does/ have to deal with a lot of gross race-based fetishisation. Especially since she fits the idealised archetype of thin, blonde, kind elven wizard woman. More than one person has tried to flirt with her in a very gross way and been absoloutly /laid out/ by whichever of the bad kids was with her at the time (she's once witnessed Riz notice her getting harrased after coming around a corner, climb a chair, table then partially onto a display shelf to knock a guy out once. Very funny because it was one the only time she's seen him strike someone with a closed fist, rather than claws.).

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Kristen laughs it off at first but she's a little more upset about it than she thought she would be later. She just doesnt have the same experiance with it as the others so she doesnt have the same coping mechanisms.

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Ayda is a force to be reckoned with and is /usually/ the reason why Figs racist-punishment-wing is receiving their guests early. If they sincerely apologise and make amends she will let them off with a warning, but since she herself is not of the same race as the ones she enacts firery revenge on the ofen double down on the assholery and seal their fate.

[bullet-prooflove]

Lightshow: Dwight Hendrickson x Reader

Tagging@ @kmc1989 @Atrxdixs @princesschyanne @words-and-seeds @cookiedoughmeagain

Nightmares - Dwight has always had nightmares.

On The Rocks - Dwight finds you on the beach after a fight about Wade Crocker.

It’s the flickering lights that give Dwight the first clue that something bad is going on. He’s standing alongside Nathan’s desk, explaining something in one of the reports when the bulbs start dim and brighten. It’s the coffee maker next, spluttering and hissing followed by smoke coming out of the printer. Then all the electronics go crazy and he knows, he just fucking knows that something has happened to you.

When the bulbs explode above them, showering the entire squad room glass, his heart just stops in his chest because you don’t throw around this much power, not even when you’re enraged. He backtracks over the past five minutes, you’d been leaving for the night and he’d promised you he wouldn’t be too far behind. Your lips had brushed over his cheek before you’d murmured in his ear.

“When I get home, I’m going to run a bath, you should join me.”

You’d kissed him then, and that kiss it had been so tender, so full of promise.

“I just have one more thing to clarify with Nathan.” He had told you, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “Then I’ll follow you home.”

You would have barely had time to make it to the parking lot before the lightshow started. He’s already bolting from the station, the glass still glittering in his hair before anyone can stop him. He’s three steps into the parking lot before he sees it, the body lying in the middle of the tarmac.

He falters then. His hands start to tremble and his vision tunnels, he can’t breathe, he can’t fucking breathe. He forces himself to take a step forward and then another and that’s when he realises corpse he’s looking at it’s not you at all.

It’s Wade Crocker.

He looks like he’s been struck by lightning. His t-shirt has disintegrated into his flesh around the centre of his chest, the skin is black and charred. His veins are seared pink, contrasting against his skin, creeping up his neck towards his jaw. There’s no question that the man is dead, his head lolls to one side and his body is limp like a ragdoll.

This can’t be you, he thinks. He knows what it’s like when you tag someone and it’s nothing like this…

Then he sees the knife, the blood marring the blade and he remembers what happened to the last person that tried to hurt you. You were twelve when you electrocuted your mother during a violent exorcism, she’d ended up living out her days in an assisted living facility. Your Trouble has evolved since then, grown with you.

“Alex.” He calls out across the parking lot and he’s met with nothing but silence.

His gaze comes to linger on the droplets of blood, there’s a trail leading away from Wade, each crimson stain growing. There’s a smear of burgundy on Stan’s silver Toyota, and he realises that you were trying to get to somewhere protected, somewhere safe in case Wade survived, that you still have the spare key to his SUV on your keyring.

He finds you unconscious, bleeding out on to the tarmac between Nathan’s truck and his SUV. Your shirt is soaked with red, it stains his fingers, his hands as he tries to stifle the bleeding with his palm. Every single one of your breaths catches, it’s a horrible shallow rasp, one that leads him to believe that the knife has punctured your lung.

Dwight’s had some medical training back in the military and he knows it’s bad, really fucking bad.

“I need you to hold on for me.” He whispers as he hears Nathan’s footsteps approaching. “You just need to hold on a little longer.”

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[average-mako-enjoyer]

Mass Effect LGBTQ+ representation issues and some headcanons

I've seen a few Mass Effect posts about the sexuality of the trilogy's characters, and I'd like to add my 5 cents, since none of those posts take into account the whole xenophilia aspect of canon relationships. And some of us are here for it. For the aliens. I am here for them. I'm not sorry.

Also, I have to acknowledge the fact that Bioware has made some very questionable choices, and the in-game representation is bad. Like BAD-bad.

I.E.(this list is going to be looong):

All Male Shepard/Kaidan Alenko dialog for ME1 and ME2 was written and fully voiced, but NOT INCLUDED in the final version of the game. And I know that the same thing happened to FemShep/Ashley, but that a bit different because...

The only "gay" romances in ME1 and ME2 are for femShep, and either with a female-representing human-like aliens (who like to dress in tight clothes that emphasize the size of their breasts), or with the equally feminine Kelly Chambers in ME2. Because, you know, guys who buy this game will be more tolerant of two "hot chicks making out" (insert a bunch of mods that make your femShep wear only lingerie and look like a TikTok e-girl) than a more realistic same-sex romance.

Especially when this romance is between two guys. Because ew. Right, Bioware? But you also wanted to sell your games to LGBTQ+ folks, so you installed a…

… so-called "gay button" into your games.

Before ME3, no one except for "hot chicks asari" states their sexuality. You can go through two entire games as a straight character completely surrounded by other completely straight characters. Oh, maybe Kelly likes aliens a little too much, but "who doesn't like asari", right? Even asexual salarians are into them. Sure, a straight woman like femShep…

"Hot chicks making out" really sells those game copies, I guess.

If you think ME3 is better, think again. The only two gay characters in the game are Cortez and Traynor, and they are both supporting characters, who are not even in your squad!

Cortez and his whole "I lost my husband" drama is conveniently placed on the lowest deck of the ship, so if this story offends your bigoted sensibilities, you can just ignore him along with the "dumb jock" Vega who is really unpopular with the players. Is it because he's really friendly with an openly gay character? Oh, who knows?

Meanwhile, Traynor is either mocked (oh, she found EDI voice hot and commented on that! what a shame! awkward lesbians, amirite?) or fetishized (don't get me wrong, Donnelly is funny, but his remarks about Traynor are even more yucky than the way he talks about EDI and lube).

But don't get mad about all this, because all the women in the trilogy are fetishized and heavily sexualized. The best example of this is Samara, whose character design is a war crime.

Bioware made Benezia look horrible (she tried to make Saren change his ways not with her power or wits but with those giant bazooms and the cleavage, I guess), and then they doubled down in ME2 and gave a warrior samurai nun a boob window. A FUCKING BOOB WINDOW. Because boys buy games, and they love boobs, y'know.

Oh, and any inappropriate remarks made by NPCs in the game are directed only at the femShep. Just like the MShenko romance, the male version of the dialog is fully voiced, but conveniently excluded from the game. Because guys can't tell other guys that they look hot in "that soldier getup". That can make bigots uncomfortable.

And let's talk about bi representation, because Bioware apparently hates bisexuals as much as straights and some queers do (trust me, as a bisexual I've experienced both types of hatred, and it's ugly). The only bisexual characters in the game are Kaidan and Diana Allers.

If you're a bigot playing as the maleShep, you can "safely" kill Kaidan on Virmire in the middle of the first game and not have to deal with his uncomfortable love confession at all!

So, yeah, Bigots: 1, Representation: 0. The bisexual is successfully killed, congratulations!

If you play as femShep, you won't even know that Kaidan is/was bi. Because who wants a bisexual guy who is comfortable with his sexuality? You can't sell that kind of romance to the good ladies who buy this game.

Diana Allers romance, meanwhile, is laugh-worthy. If you play as maleShep, you won't even know that she's bi. And if you're femShep, this romance is as insignificant as the one with Kelly, you won't even get an achievement for it! You can also kick her out of your ship without any consequences, so she will be KIA offscreen. You will find about it via fucking email. Bigots: 2, Representation: 0. Both of dirty bisexuals are successfully killed, congratulations!

The bi-xenophile Kelly suffers the same fate: no achievement for her romance, you cannot continue the romance after ME2, and she will either take a poison pill and die or be killed in the Collector's Base/Citadel offscreen in ME3. If she survives both the base and the Cerberus attack, you won't even get to say goodbye to her before the final battle of the game. Bigots: 3, Representation: 0

9. And I almost forgot about Omega DLC that kills the only female turian in the game. Who's also into asari. God, they did her dirty.

"Those were different times," you might say, but all of this could have been fixed in 2019, when the Limited Edition was released. Instead, we just have fellow modders changing the design of Benezia and Samara, restoring MShenko (one of the most healthy, respectful, and mature romances in the entire trilogy) and other gay romances in the game, making all NPCs flirt with your character, adding female turians and krogans to the environment, etc., etc.

Still, I think these games are great. The characters, the cinematics, some aspects of the writing, great! I love that canon. But the LGBTQ+ representation in those games sucks. Big time. But that doesn't stop me from having a bunch of headcanons. For the sake of convenience, I'm going to separate out all the characters for the games in which they debut.

Mass Effect:

MaleShep/FemShep: Both are canonically bi. Both don't mind the alien physiology thing and polyamory. Both are "married to your job" type, so they were okay with casual sex and one-night stands, and only mellowed out while in charge of the Normandy crew. Because of convenience, both had more hetero than same-sex hookups.

Ashley: Straight as a plank and xenophobic, but not homophobic. She's definitely into maleShep, but more into the idea of him as a sole survivor/war hero/butcher of Torfan than an actual person.

Garrus: He likes turian and quarian women. And both fem and maleShep. But with maleShep, he's more busy with the whole "flirt him to death" aspect of their bromance, so there's really no time to get on the floor and get dirty.

I also feel that turian society in the game is very patriarchal, so Garrus has a bias towards femShep and feels less restricted by her rank. With mShep, I think he would have only acted if mShep had specifically pursued that relationship. But mShep is also more interested in just flirting with Garrus.

Kaidan: Canonically bisexual (more into women) and demi. Not into aliens, but not xenophobic. Not a stranger to casual sex, but would really prefer to go steady because #introverted and has enough problems already. "How can you flirt with all these people, Shepard, it's exhausting…"

Liara: She's into both versions of Shepard. And maybe a bit into one drell. Classic demi/asexual. Also, imo, all asari are agender and Liara is not an exception.

Tali: Is a mess and can definitely go cross-species (her romance with Garrus is canon, after all). She's also a massive nerd and a bit kinky. I think she's into human/turian/quarian males, but maybe this femShep really is THAT SPECIAL.

Wrex: Krogan women - that's his sexual orientation. Real bros with mShep, more cautious with femShep because bias. Another "married to his job" character.

Joker: Straight and nerdy. #Irony. Too cool for homophobia.

Chakwas: More married to her job than anyone on this list. Cool lesbian aunt.

And this post is already so long that I'll make a separate one for ME2 and 3.