#i didnt even finish hunter hunter cause it was long

[ineffablejaymee]

when the bubbly adorable sunshine character sees people they care about get hurt and becomes the most terrifying force of revenge the world has ever seen

[blorbocedes]

For the trope mash-up: didnt mean to turn you on + innocent physical touch for franco 'milf-hunter' colapinto and checo/lewis

okay hear me out. what if checo was a woman instead 🤭🫣

Checo's had a fucking year.

The car is shit. She's been saying for so long but now they finally believe it as even Redbull’s wunderkind Max struggles in it. Every other interview, news cycle is about her retiring, her being unceremoniously kicked out as drivers salivate for her seat, her middling performance due to early pre-menopausal hormones? Just 2 years ago, she was the Mexican Queen of Defense, and now it's 'is she Redbull’s DEI hire?' The stories have become outlandish, announcing her second pregnancy and retirement at Mexican Grand Prix. That's why after Daniel, who had very clearly been brought in to replace her, was switched mid season she posted the Wolf of Wall Street clip on her instagram to make it clear: I’m not fucking leaving.

So forgive her if she's been seeking a little respite elsewhere.

There's a hot, young Argentine at Williams that's been eyeing her. Checo’s a woman on the F1 grid, she's been eyed like that thousands of times, most of it unwanted. Although, it fell off after she birthed the twins and her tits never returned to their glory days. So it's a little flattering reminder she's still got it. Being able to speak in the same language also helps, not having to translate everything for doublespeak. They have rapport.

“How old are you?” Checo asks at the club. She's not there to celebrate, she just needs a drink. Franco’s at the stage where finishing a race is cause for celebration.

“Twenty five.” Franco replies in her ear entirely too quickly, with a grin.

Checo raised an eyebrow. She didn't keep track of the rookies but she sure as hell knew they weren't doing twenty five year old rookies anymore.

A group of tourists seem to recognize her, probably fans and she's in no autographing mood so she pulls Franco in closer in front of her, to block her five foot four self from the world. He misreads the signal, but is all too happy to step in closer; personal space be damned.

“Okay. I lied. I didn't want to freak you out.” Franco confesses sheepishly.

Checo drinks her whiskey, assessing it. “I was winning karting races while you were in diapers, yes?”

It makes her feel old just saying it. She doesn't know how Fernando does it.

Franco nods, pupils going dark.

“And…” she raises her left hand, eyes pointing to her wedding ring.

Franco smirks. “I don't mind if you don't.” He leans in for the kiss, and Checo leans back denying him. Too public. She's learned from that mistake. She does put her left hand on his nape, stroking it and praising the boldness. It's dangerous, sleeping with another driver. When you're a woman, it gives them too much power. That's why Checo never acted on Max's obvious interest. But Franco doesn't have a seat next year yet... as temporary and harmless to her prospects as it gets.

“Come on,” Franco’s voice betrays the frustration underneath the trying hard to be suave, “I know you're thinking it too. You'd rather be on a boat with me than this totally lame club. And what I might lack in experience, I can make up for in stamina.” He practically purrs in her ear.

“A boat? Williams is not paying you that much.” Checo laughs, even as she entertains the line about stamina. James is a penny pincher to a fault. And Franco might get F1 groupies impressed with that line, but as the primary breadwinner she knows a little better.

Franco’s undeterred. “Your boat then. I can be your yacht boy.”

Now wouldn't Checo love to be sunning on a boat, no kids running around, being waited on hand and foot by an eager, younger man who can go for round two in ten minutes. God, she hasn't been filled up in a satisfying way in so long, her cunt throbs at the fantasy, aided by the tall, warm body in front of her.

Checo bites her lower lip, and looks around. Nobody around them in paying attention to the dark corner they're in anymore. She takes Franco’s hand and places it over her breast, holding his gaze. For all his smooth-talking, Franco seems momentarily stunned, mouth parting in surprise. He has naturally red lips, Checo wants to bite on it. He tentatively squeezes her breast, and after seeing her nod, starts kneading it, thumb trying to find her nipple through the layers of her polo shirt and sports bra.

“Can I please eat you?” Franco’s voice is husky as he begs.

[travelling-wanderer]

♡ tell me you're not hurting [unfinished]

Summary: You knew the Ghoul for a good while, getting close enough to him to where he revealed his past as the once-famous actor Cooper Howard and involvement and eventual blacklist with Vault-tec. He never let it show- but you knew he was hurting. You just wanted him to admit it.

Warnings: 18+, angst and fluff

Pairing: The Ghoul x GN!reader

Notes: Just a short drabble. THIS IS UNFINISHED. This was sitting in my drafts and I dont feel like finishing it but didnt want to leave it there. Hope you still enjoy it though!

"Cooper, be honest with me please" You begged as he walked ahead at a brisk pace, fast enough to silently say that he was upset but not to completely lose you. To match his pace, you hurriedly caught up to him and begun to match his stride.

"I ain't gotta tell you shit, I already told ya more than anyone else in these wastelands. Now you best change the subject before I find nice old Deathclaw cave for you to sleep in" Every threat he made was never serious, but his tone wasn't to be messed with either. You knew so much about his life, his rise to fame and his fall, and the day the bombs dropped. You were originally from Shady Sands which was a town started up by a vault before it got bombed, losing eveything you knew and loved. It was after where you had found him, lost and confused in the ruthless wasteland where a part of him took pity on you. He would never admit it but you knew he grew fond of you.

"Cooper, you always have this tough bravado act but I know you more than you know yourself" At that, the ghoul spun around and angrily shortened the distance betwern you both, standing right up in your face and leaning down, causing your heart to skip as you stared right back.

"It's not a fuckin' act, you wanna live out here? You gotta do shit you don't wanna do to survive. Now I know you ain't claiming to know more about me than myself. Shut your fuckin' mouth and let's go, we need to get to the next town before nightfall. I ain't gonna tell you again Smoothskin" Now that pissed you off. He only called you Smoothskin if he was genuinely frustrated with you. Taking a deep breath, you watched as he turned around and resumed his fast walk, even faster now. Growling, you snatched his wrist and pulled him close.

"Tell me you're not hurting. Tell me you're not hurting right fucking now and I won't bring it up again. Tell me you don't wake up every day and hate yourself for what you did in the old world, for what you became, for what became of the world. Tell me you're ok living as a ghoul being a bounty hunter in this fucked up world living everyday as something you hate. Tell me you don't need me to not be lonely anymore. Tell me to fuck off and never see you again" Silence echoed in the empty desert with the only sound being your heavy breathing. All your internal thoughts all out in the open now as neither of you spoke, a pleading look on your face as you wanted him to be honest and admit that he was hurting inside. That he needed you more than he let on. The silence was deafening before he spoke.

"Fine, you wanna know the truth? I do hate myself. I hate myself a fuckin' lot. Every time I see anything related to Vault-tec I'm reminded of the bullshit that I helped them with. Being their spokesperson and when I didn't wanna do it anymore- motherfuckers blacklisted me and my wife left me. But I've had a good long two hundred years to think about what I've done. Yeah I'm not happy with myself, but the past is in the past and I know for sure I'm not gonna linger over something I can't change. There. You happy now?" He didn't tear up, he didn't sound any more pissed off than he normally does, there was no hint to signal that he was actually broken inside. But when you turn into a ghoul left to wander the wastelands for as long as him, you learn to shove your feelings down and keep going.

But Cooper Howard was an important person back in the old world, he was a famous actor, he had everything. Then he lost everything. All because he stood up for what's right to him and then the bombs dropped. You grew up in the Wastelands in the town that resmebled what the old world was like, but it was miniscule in comparison, so you had no idea what it was like back then, only from what you heard from him and him alone. You'd like to believe he considered you a friend, he told you a lot, but not everything. This was the most vulnerable he ever gotten with you after constant pushing.

"You may not be able to change the past Coop, but you can stop acting like you're this big man who needs to keep his feelings all inside. I'm here for you, for everything. You know that. Being honest with yourself for once will actually help you. Please, I care about you" Staring at him with pleading eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled him close and into a hug. He stayed silent and he was tense for a good ten seconds or so, you thought he wouldn't hug you back. Just as you were going to pull away, you felt his arms wrap around yours, rather awkwardly, but it made your heart warm. He probably hasn't been hugged since he was a human, that had to of hurt.

"Now you don't gonna tell anyone 'bout this, ya hear? Or you'll have to pay"

[onskepa]

Muewehehehe! 😈

Hello Halo Hello! Once again I am Back! MUHAHAHAHA!

And I come back with another triplets request! Cause gosh darn it you do them so well. But anyways back to the request, that is if it's okay with you of course!

So hear me out years have past and the young triplets are now the beautiful age of 15! The kids along with the family are going to the plains to meet up with other Clans for a celebratory hunt. The omaticaya, Metkayina and Tipani gather together the young hunters ready to prove themselves and so forth.

But this isn't just about that that, this is about Lu'law gaining the attention of a very determined princling of the Tipani. Lu'law who's known for being pretty inventive and always crafting things or being intrigued by the old ways of human technology to help the humans of the omaticaya or just the Clan in general. But Lu'law isn't just known for her inventions they are also known for their beautiful gymnastic skills, practically making her look as though they dance on air.

The tipani princling is enraptured by her and is determined to court her for the following days, the thing is... daddy and uncle Loki ain't having it. Mischief ensues.

(I like to think the triplets call their uncle Lo'ak, loki from they're mama's stories cause he's mischievous.)

(Also Lu'law's siblings and mama help her to get with the adorkable boy they think is cute.)

Ooooooooooooooooooooohhh~!! I like this one! Sit back, relax, and Enjoy! Syawn series

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Syawn ch 5: skxom Hunt pt1

"Bro maybe we should head back, we got enough for the travel. Any more and we wont have enough space to carry the meat".

15 year old lu'Tstunwi says to his triplet brother, 15 year old lu'Lafyon.

Lu'Lafyon nods in agreement. They hunted enough. "Yeah, lets go. Lu'Law lets go!" the second brother calls out to his sister.

Where ever she is at.

Lu'Tstunwi and Lu'Lafyon roll their eyes in unison.

"She left didnt see? To grand uncle norm?" Lu'Lafyon asks in a bit of annoyance.

"No I didnt! Im right here" the voice of their sister was heard behind them. Turning around they see their sister landing down from a high branch.

Together, they head back home with their kill. Chatting happily about what they hope to see.

In the Omatikaya grounds, jake sully was packing the needed equipment for their long journey ahead. He gets up, groaning a bit tired.

Close to him, neteyam sees his father and slightly grins, "is time finally getting to you dad?". Jake rolls his eyes but cracks his back joints with a satisfying pop sound. "I am still in my prime son. But even I must admit, it is slowly getting to me" Jake replies in slight defeat.

Neteyam chuckled. He looks up at the position of the sun, knowing soon his children will come back soon with their kill. And finish what is left to pack.

His children. Neteyam's precious triplets.

After so many years, the reality of the three has never faded from his mind. Neteyam loves his triplets equally and adores how each are different yet the same.

The most he enjoys is the triplets being very close to their grandfather. Since jake understands the triplets on a a deeper level. Seeing them thrive and bond with others have made him and syawn very happy. And speaking of syawn, where is she?

THUMP!

"OW!!"

There she is.

Everyone was preparing for the long travel for the Skxom Hunt. A hunt that only happens once every 3 years. Clans from all over gather at a specific spot to hunt. Where life thrives and producing never ending field of nourishment and quality of ripe fruits and healthy animals.

Usually there would be an agreed spot of where to hunt. But for the last 40 years, the Skxom hunt has taken place in the once homeland of the fallen Sarentu clan. Where all na'vi go as to pay respect for their fallen brothers and sisters.

For the future generations to learn and never forget the once thriving clan. Retelling of Sarentu's stories, most notable figures. How their culture was like and traditions.

What has fallen, now rises a new life. The Sarentu's territory covered high mountains, deep massive lakes, endless fields of grass lands and patches of forest. Perfect for every na'vi in different environments.

Perfect for many things to be born anew. New things would bloom.

"ok now remember, you only have about 340 hours so make every second count, ya got it?" Norman Spellman was telling to lu'law.

"Dont worry uncle norm. Every second is going to be....how did you say it? A gem? Whatever. Know your trusty camera is in safe hands of sully the vlogger!!" Lu'law said with such confidence while holding a peace sign.

“That is the concerning part” Max says casually as he passes by with his wheelchair. “It happened one time. Besides, it was uncle loki that did it. Why put the blame on little ol’me?” Lu’law asks while making a pouty face. 

“Because you gave it to him”. 

“Oh yeah…”

Night came, and the whole clan gather once more in their union dinner, to be close to their loved ones before the long journey ahead. 

Kiri and spider chat as much as they could with their family as they will be staying behind to watch over the clan. “And make sure the hunters are going through the right paths I laid out. The west side river is at its peak so have everyone be careful since the waters are rough this time of year, also-”

“Yes, yes, yes dad. Don't worry, we got it, "Kiri says as she reassures her father. 

Jake cant help but sigh. This happens every time Jake has to leave the clan for days. Often over worrying, extra observant and extra worrying. 

“We have done this plenty of times dad. We got this, the people trust spider as much as they trust you. Our people are in the safest hands” kiri says with softness in her voice. Jake shakes his head while his hands also shake slightly. Neytiri rubs her hand against his arms. “Ma’jake, our daughter is right. She and spider have proved themselves worthy to watch over the people. They will be fine. It is not the first time”. 

The soothing voice of his mate, Jake relaxed. “Neytiri is right, I can handle the torch while you are away,” Spider says with a grin. Excited to be in a position where he can help the people in a massive way. 

“Hey, I am the BEST of the BEST. I can heal anyone. Besides, it will be fun to see the whole fest!” tuk says as she sits beside neytiri and kiri. 

Over at the over fire pit, neteyam and syawn enjoy their meal with their beloved children. Syawn explaining to neteyam how her day with tuk and others went and he listens with all his attention on her. Lu’law sees it and often wonders if one day she would have what her parents have. 

“Sis? You are zoning out again” Lu’lafyon says as Lu’Tstunwi snaps his fingers in front of her face. “Oh, sorry, um, what were we talking about again??” lu’law asks while nervously scratching her nose. “Your sensor. You said it works better now” lu’tstunwi replies. Regaining her concentration again, lu’law explains her new item. 

“Oh right! So this will help us see if any danger is near with a super hyper heat sensor and…”

Everyone awoke before the rising sun. They begin their journey both in Ikrans and palis. Jake took the front line to lead the way, as the warriors surrounded their massive group. Everyone was nervous yet excited for the hunt. Neytiri and Jake were chatting while being on alert. Neteyam and syawn enjoy each other’s comfort in silence. And Tuk chatting happily to some of her fellow friends who joined in on the journey.

The triplets decided to ride their ikrans during their journey. Letting the cool wind awaken their minds and feel the crisp morning air. Using the earpiece their grandfather gave them, they have clear communication long distant from the land and sky. Thanks to lu’law’s little tinkering, not only they can hear, but also give visuals from the person’s perspective. Which can cover more ground better. Making things better for her people gives lu’law a sense of pride and feels she is truly contributing to the clan in her own way. 

"You think the Tyrangi clan will be there?" Lu'Lafyon asks during the time of resting. His siblings look at each other before rolling their eyes. "Brother, it be unlike the Tyrangi clan to NOT be there" Lu'Law responds.  “Really brother, are you Omatikaya or Tayrangi?” Lu’Tstunwi teases, making those around him grin.

“Wouldn't be surprised if my nephew would present for that clan” Lo’ak adds in as he makes himself comfortable. The Tyrangi clan, or more specifically, their Olo’eykte, Ikenyi, holds favoritism towards Lu’Lafyon. The oldest triplet became a symbol of unity between the Omatikaya and Tayrangi. For what reason? That is a secret buried between Lu’Lafyon and Ikenyi. 

“Please uncle loki, grandpa would never let that happen” Lu’Tstunwi says. “Damn right I won't” Jake comments as he sits down with neytiri. The triplets scoot closer to their grandparents. “In fact, I am sure Neteyam can agree with me on this one. The three of you, dont take after your uncle lo’ak-” 

“HEY!” 

“You are Omatikaya no matter what. And in the future when you fully participate in the hunt, present Omatikaya and show the others what we can do '' Jake ends his little speech. Neytiri smiles as she leans on to him. 

“You are still hurt from your defeat of the last hunt” 

“Those fuckers cheated”

It was a long trip, but at long last they arrived at the preserved lands of the long gone Sarentu clan. Thanking Eywa for reaching their destination, the Omatikaya members began to settle. But they weren't alone. Their brothers at arms have settled before them, the metkayina clan. 

Lo’ak ran walked to Tsireya as everyone else was welcoming each other. “It has only been a few days and he acts like he hasn't seen auntie Tsireya in years' ' Lu'Tstunwi comments as he rolls his eyes. But Lu’Law inwardly hums at the scene of her uncle and aunt. “Must be nice though, to see someone you look forward to seeing no matter how much time has passed,” she says with a sigh. 

Syawn heard her and pulls her daughter closer, “my sweet girl, are you perhaps thinking of something like that?” she teases. Lu’Law playfully rolls her eyes, “no mother, it is just a silly thought” . Syawn hums while smiling slightly, “no thought is too silly”. 

“My little Lulu’s!!” 20 year old Ti’ong sings out as she embraces the triplets into her arms. Giving them each a kiss on the head, she lets them go. “You three keep getting big! Stop growing and be cute and small forever!” she pouts while complaining. Lu’Tstunwi chuckles, “It has only been 3 months, Tsmuke. Don't be dramatic”

Dramatically, Ti’ong leaned against Lu’Tstunwi, “3 months is too long”. Lu’law giggles at her Tsmuke antics when her eyes landed on the arriving clan. 

The Tipani clan. 

It is rare for the Tipani clan to attend the hunt since they live farther out in the forest region and would take longer to arrive. Perhaps they had a head start. 

Lu’Law took notice of her father smirking a bit playfully. “Dad? You know someone from the Tipani clan?” she asks, neteyam nods. “See that man over there? With the yellow shield on his back?”. The daughter nods. The man in question looked a bit older than neteyam. Seemed more experienced and a master level. 

“Well, his name is Tan Jala. We have a bit of competition in terms of physical skill. It is a bit over due to settle the score” neteyam says with determination in his voice. 

“You and your father are much alike” Syawn joins with a deadpan in her voice. 

“It is as uncle lo’ak says mom, like father like son”

On the other side of the field, young princling of the Tipani clan, atan afyawusìntxu was looking all over the na’vi that are settling in. It was his first time attending the Skxom hunt. Ready to prove himself not only to his people but to everyone else. 

His parents told him that the legendary Toruk Makto is here along with his clan. To hear the stories never tired him. And the clan he lives in must be powerful and strong too! But Toruko Makto wasn't the only person the young Tipani prince wishes to see. The blessed triplets too. 

Atan has heard of the historic communion from his mother. To see the triplets in front of him would be such an honor. Though secretly, the boy wishes to be friends with them. Not to hold political connections but to be genuine friends. 

“Atan, focus. This is your first hunt. You do well in being the face of our future to the others” atan's father says. The boy nods. “Yes father, I promise I won't make a fool of myself” 

“Stop making a fool of yourselves!!” Tuk warns at her niece and nephews. The triplets giggle as they make silly carvings while hanging upside down on one of the tall tents. Syawn giggles and places a hand on tuk’s shoulder. “Did you forget it was you who taught them to be silly, sister?”. Tuk inwardly groans, “Yes, and I regret it”. Syawn laughs heartily at it. 

“Auntie tuk! Come on! Join us!” Lu’law shouts, inviting tuk to join in their silliness. “You too mother! The view is lovely up here!” Lu’tstunwi says. The ladies shrug their shoulders and join in the fun. 

Lu’lafyon helps them up but wasn't quick. “Wait mother, don't step there-” 

“OW!” 

“Thank Eywa we didn't inherited mothers clumsiness” 

“I heard that!”

The next day arrives, and the skxom hunt begins. As the sun has risen, the games begin. The entire sully family prepares for the first rounds. Lu’law prepares the camera norm gave her. To record the best parts for the clan to see when they return home. 

“Ok, aaaaand we are rolling!” she announces. Lu’Lafyon and Lu’Tstunwi made silly poses in front of the camera. “Hello Omatikaya people! Today is the first day of the Skxom hunt! The first games are fishing and gathering in the lakes!” Lu’Lafyon announces to the camera. “Todays competitors are the Tipani clan, Ta’unui clan, Tayrangi clan and our fellow ally, the Mekayina clan!” Lu’Tstunwi follows. 

Lu’law giggles at their silliness. She turns the camera facing her and grins widely. “Join us as we record the greatest event in na’vi history! We are your voices! I am lu’law Sully!” she makes a peace sign. Her brothers join her on each side. 

“I am Lu’Tstunwi Sully!” 

“And I am Lu’Lafyon Sully!” 

“And you are watching Disney channel!” the three say in unison. 

“And uncle ao’nung is in the lead!! GO UNCLE GO!!” Lu’law screeches in excitement. She zooms in to where Ao'nung was head to head with a Tayrangi clan member. “The Tipani is falling behind a bit” she comments. 

There were cheers among the crowd. “*gasps!* uncle is-” 

“AO’NUNG OF THE METKAYINA IS REACHING THE END!!” 

A loud voice echoed in the massive field, reaching everyone's ears. Lu’law pointed the camera to show a na’vi holds a large sky demon technology that works as a speaker. “And that is O’ame of the Hulanta clan WHO IS VERY LOUD!” Tuk shouted behind lu’law. 

The young triplet laughs and while holding the camera, she leans over to get something from her bag when she unknowingly was recording someone…

Atan was cheering for his fellow clan member. He screamed at the top of his lungs, seeing the metkayina warrior having a greater chance at winning. 

“GO UNCLE GO!” 

He heard a bright cheery voice amongst all others. The voice is clear and bright. Atan carefully trying to pinpoint who it was, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. It was the triplet sister. Atan was awestruck. She wasn't that far from him. As his parents wanted, to make strong bonds with the Omatikaya clan. Perhaps this is a good chance. 

The sister was holding some demon technology. Something he despised of. It was odd looking like all demon technology. It had some dark circle in the center. Aiming at the competitors. Nothing was coming out of it. Perhaps it is somehow aiding the metkayina warrior? 

Atan was very confused but more bewildered when it aimed at him. The sister wasn't looking, she was leaning down and her arm moved when the object was facing him. He didnt feel any pain, no mind controlling, nothing of the things he has heard. Still feeling the same. 

The sister stood up straight again, and for a moment, Atan made eye contact with the sister…

Everyone surrounded Ao’nung as he was named winner of the swimming round. After that, more clans competed in the coming rounds. 

When night came, a huge communal feast was served. Many cooks, hunters, gatherers came to create a giant feast with each clan's specialties. Jake and neteyam, along with ao’nung and lo’ak, they left to meet with the other clan leaders, as for tuk, syawn, and neytiri left to assist in cooking. And where does the three little mischievous triplets leave to? 

An open field of chaotic adventure. 

“Let's go before Ikeyni smothers me again!” Lu’lafyon says as he and his siblings run along the long grass. 

The other two laugh at him and keep on running. Enjoying the feeling of freedom and the soft grass. At night does the land looks just as alive as in the daytime. 

Lu’Tstunwi was holding the camera as he slowly scans the grasslands with the camera. Trying to capture every detail. “And this was once home of the Sarentu clan. We have already paid our respects to the fallen. Sorry we couldn't record it. It was a private thing” he narrates. 

“Hey look, seems we aren't the only ones in thirst of adventure” Lu’law comments, Lu’tstunwi turns the camera to show young na’vi around their age and younger exploring the area. Playing games or just enjoying the environment. 

“Well my fellow lu and lu, I believe that is our cue to cover more grounds. Here, my turn” Lu’Lafyon says as he takes the camera from his brother. “Remember, it only has 335 hours left of the camera, so make each second worth it!” Lu’law warns. 

“Yeah yeah! Got it!” Lu’Lafyon says dismissively.  

And off the three went to their own little adventures and what to share with their family. 

“WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!! YEAH!!” 

Lu’Law flew her ikran high in the sky. The nightly breeze was refreshing and felt wonderful. “Come on Ichi! Let's practice some more!” Lu’Law speaks with her ikran who screeches in agreement. 

Getting in a position as her ikran dives down in high speeds, letting the pressure of the wind take her off of ichi and fly high in the sky. The bioluminescent light illuminating her deep blue skin. Looking, for a moment, other worldly. 

At least that is what Atan describes when he saw Lu’Law making some insane tricks. As he too took his ikran flying in the young night. But hearing Lu’Law’s howls, it lured him to follow. And there, in the vast open skies, did he see Lu’law dance among the wind. Her movements were delicate as a leaf floating in the wind. 

Truly, Atan was in awe struck. His ikran roars, he looks and makes a quick move to avoid crashing the tall trees. Atan makes a sharp right, back into the open air. His eyes still staring at where he could have crashed before-

“LOOK OUT!!” a voice called out to him. 

His ikran took the initiative and ducked down. But atan looked up, as if time slowed down, once again he made eye contact with the na’vi who was on his mind for the whole day. The na’vi, Lu’law  truly is otherworldly. 

Time resumed and both passed each other. 

Lu’law turned ichi around and flew at the same pace as atan. “Hey are you alright? You almost hit that tree” she spoke with concern in her voice. Atan blinked a few times, “y-yes. I am fine. Thank you, I wasn't seeing where I was going” he explained. Lu’law smiles, assured he is fine. 

“You are from the Tipani clan right? What is your name?” she asks. Clearing his throat he replies, “my name is Atan afyawusìntxu. Or atan for short”. Lu’law gasped a bit, “for a name like that. That means you are the son of Olo'eyktan and tsahik, correct?” she asks. Again, atan nods. 

Lu’law giggles. Took a bit for Atan not to give such a reaction. It was a cute sound she made. Light and bubbly. “Well then atan, my name is Lu’Law sully from the Omatikaya” the girl introduces herself. “But I get the feeling you already know me” Lu’Law says, slightly nervous. 

Atand nods, “Hard to not know of you and your family lineage” he says. “But…I only know the surface” he continues. This made lu’law light up in glee. “Well then, atan. How about joining me in a little flight? Show you more than what you know?”. Taking the open invitation, atan accepts. And off the two fly higher together. Their ikrans dancing in rhythmic patterns. 

Down on the ground, Syawn was searching for her little mischief children as it was dinner time. Purposely, the triplets left their ear piece behind so as to not be found wherever they are. 

“This is getting old” Syawn says with a tired sigh. Her little complaints were hauled when she heard the familiar howls of cheers. She looks up to see lu’law flying ichi, but she wasn't alone. 

“Oh my…” Syawn whispers. Recognizing who is the second rider, she couldn't help but have a soft smile on her lips. The scene reminds her of many precious memories. Seeing lu’law enjoying her fun with the Tipani prince was certainly a sight. But one syawn won't share. Not until her daughter was ready. 

“No no, maybe I am thinking too deep into it…” the na’vi mother says to herself. Deciding on leaving her daughter to be with her new found friend. Syawn silently leaves with joy in her heart. 

“So if his name is lo’ak, why do you call him loki?” Atan asks. The two of them sit near a clif side of a hill, taking a break from their flying activities. “Loki is an old god the humans once believed. Was mischievous and would pull pranks and create trouble for fun. Thus, uncle loki since it suited my uncle” Lu’law explains. If atan has eyebrows, it would be raised. 

“Human stories? What good do they have? Don't you hate them?” he asks. He has heard of the Omatikaya clan were constantly being attacked. It would be logical to hate them. His clan does. Was raised to hate them as they only came to destroy their home. 

Lu’law shrugs a bit. “Not all of them, in fact there are humans that live in unity with my clan. My mother was once a human. But Eywa blessed her to be in her dreamwalker body to live with my father. The humans, or “science guys” as my grandfather calls them, are loyal to my people. Would rather lose their heads than betray”. 

Atan looks rather surprised and a bit perplexed. Lu’law caught on. “Well...I understand its odd for other clans. I would assume you were alright with the humans since your clan was the first to interact with them” she says. 

“Correct but it didnt mean we trusted them. After everything they have done. And killing my great grandparents. It is a wound that won't be healed for a long time…” Atan replies with slight sadness. Lu’law can only nod in understanding. 

“I guess it is only right to have different views on them. It is alright. Maybe-” She was interrupted by the sounds of the long horns being blown. Signaling that the communal dinner has started. 

“Right on time. Today worked up an appetite” Lu’law says with excitement to feast on some yummy food. Atan reflected her mood as he too smiled, “yes. Uumm..I enjoyed our chat together. Perhaps, if it is alright with you. Can we talk some more tomorrow…?” he asks a bit nervously. This made lu’law’s ears perk up and her tail swaying. 

“YES! *ahem!* I mean, yes. I enjoyed our time too. How about after tomorrows rounds? My aunt tsireya will be competing tomorrow and I want to be there to support her”. 

“Of course, in fact, my aunt will be attending as well” atan says. This sparked a bit of a competition between them. “Alright, may the best aunt win” Lu’law states, their hands shake as to confirm whatever they were doing. 

Saying their goodbyes, both left to their spots where their clan and family members are.

“Alright alright, settle down. Tsireya and Tuk, help me with the portions.” Neytiri instructs her two daughters as everyone settles down. Jake, lo’ak, tonowari and ao’nung were chatting. While Unyor, Ti’ong, and Syawn were chatting too. Neteyam entered their massive tent observing the whole family. A smile crept up to him. The warm glow of the fire and the happy chatter all over brought happiness to his heart. 

But he noticed 3 members are missing. 

Sitting next to his mate, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “my love, where are the kids?” he asks. Syawn was reminded of what she witnessed earlier but kept her face neutral. “No doubt exploring the grasslands. Don't worry, they will come soon, the horn was heard” she treasures. 

“Hurry before uncle ao’nung and uncle loki get the good stuff!!” Lu’lafyon rushes his siblings as they ran past everyone towards their tent. Lu’tstunwi and Lu’law do their best to keep up. 

“Would have been faster if we took the pali’s!!” lu’tstunwi with a bit of impatience in his voice. “And crash more people than we already are??” Lu’law asks a bit sarcastically as she steps on another tail on accident. 

The three kept saying sorry as they crash or step on someone. They see their family tent and ran faster. 

But Ronal was in the way. 

“What the…?” 

“BREAKS!!!” the triplets said in unison as they tried to halt their speed. Ronal was quick to step aside as the three tumble each other on the ground. “What are you three doing?” Ronal asks curiously. Bending down to make sure they are fine. The triplets groan a bit from the sudden stop and crush each other with their body weight. 

“Hi granny…we heard the horn so we ran as you saw” lu’tstunwi answered despite his cheek being smushed by lu’law’s hand.Ronal rolls her eyes at him, “there is plenty. No need to run like you are getting the scraps” she reminds. Lu’law hisses at lu’lafyon who moves around, “we will get scraps if we do-STOP TUGGING!!” he shouts at his siblings. 

Ronal was quick to separate the three. “Don't tangle your tails again, wouldn't want a repeat of that incident”. The triplets shudder at the old memory being mentioned. 

As the three separated, Ronal steadily took the lead in taking them to the tent. The three followed, neither walking in front or behind, but rather at her sides. “Your mother always leaves the best for you three. I doubt your uncles would leave bones behind for you”. 

“Sheesh! Calm down you three! There is plenty, why must you eat like your uncles?” Jake scolds his grandchildren. The triplets were eating in a rather fast pace, as if to compete with ao’nung and lo’ak. 

“Backs straight, I raised fine na’vi not mindless skxawngs” Sywan also scolds. “So did we” Neytiri and Ronal side eye their sons who were doing the same. 

“Sorry mom, after a long day of activity, hunger comes with no warning” Lu’tstunwi replies as he helps wipe off the mess from lu’fayon’s mouth. Syawn shakes her head and does the same with lu’law. “You are a lady, at least behave like one. What if a fine young na’vi sees you gobbling up like a pali? hm?” she says gently. 

Neteyam shakes his head, “well if that is what will drive away any mindless young ones, by all means lu’law, eat like an ikran”. 

Syawn lightly slaps neteyam’s shoulder, “don't be like that. One day she and our sons will find a mate of their own. Who is to say they won't find one here?”. Again neteyam shakes his head, this time in more denial “no, not now, and not ever. They are still too young to even think about tha. Especially our daughter". 

Lo’ak was quick to agree, “I second that!”. 

This time tsireya lightly slapped his head. 

Unyor gave a look towards ao’nung as to silence him before he says anything. 

The triplets were giving everyone equal unimpressed looks. “Really?” was what the three said. “Mom, dad, I highly doubt I will find someone any time soon. Especially here. This is two weeks we will be here. There won't be enough time to get to know someone and fall in love. Besides, I am busy recording all the good stuff for the people back home. Cant get side tracked” lu’law stated. 

The answer did satisfy neteyam and lo’ak. But syawn can't help but make a slight face. 

“Hhmmm…” 

“We know that hum sister,” Lu’tstunwi says. The three lay side by side in their shared hammock. Despite being old enough for their own, they refused. 

“Sorry but…but I just can't help it. Would dad really prevent us from finding someone?” lu’law asks. Lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi looked at each other for a few seconds. “Most likely, but mom will be there to keep him in check” lu’tstunwi answers. 

“But also, there is the factor, DO we really want to find someone? And if so, when is the right time?” Lu’lafyon questions. The three humm in unison as they stare up at the clear starry night sky. 

“Why not make a pact promise?” Lu’tstunwi suggest. Lu’lafyon and lu’law turn to him with raised eyebrows. He elaborates, “like ummm….who ever each of us falls in love first or starts to like someone. We help each other in going forth? And should dad or anyone try to get in the way, we tattletell mom and help? How about it?”. 

The other two looked at each other in thought. “Soooo…one of us likes someone and the other two become support and guards…sounds like a good idea” lu’law says. The three nod in agreement and twirl their pinky fingers to seal their new pact. 

Sharing the same starry night sky, young atan was looking up with wonder and hope. After the recent exchange with lu’law, that girl couldn't be out of his mind. She was bright, sweet, and very engaging. 

But nothing is perfect, there is an itch atan can't get rid of. Her love for demon technology. That is something he cant easily overlook. 

“My son, what has got you so deep in thought?” his mother asks, interrupting his train of thought. She lays beside him, her warm smile bright and welcoming. Atan looks back at the sky and back to his mother. 

“It is a bit..complicated mother. I am not so sure myself” he replies in a low whisper. His mother wraps her arms around him, bringing him close. “M-mother, wait, I don't think father would-” 

“Oh hush, he is busy. A little hug won't hurt either of you. Now, about that head of yours” she playfully taps on his forehead. “If there is something you are not sure of, don't hesitate to ask. You can always come to me or to your father. Being lost in your mind isn't always good. Best to seek guidance from those close to you” the tsahik advice. 

Atan hums at her words, and snuggles closer to her embrace. “I guess, but this is something too early to tell. And I need to figure it out. Hopefully soon…” 

“And what did we learn?” tuk teases as she applies healing paste to lo’ak bruises. He rolls his eyes as tsireya wraps his injured hand. Neytiri sat across from him, arms crossed, clearly not impressed. 

“What? I can't help it! After that talk last night I had to check if everything was, you know…ok with them. Especially lu’law”. Tsireya releases a huff in amusement. “So you thought it was a good idea to hide within the herd of the sturmbeest? To spy on them?” 

Lo’ak sighs and hangs his head. “Look, as their uncle, isnt it my job to make sure they are ok? That no dumb thoughts cross their minds?”. 

“And being in the middle of a herd was a good idea?” Neytiri asks a bit sarcastically. Lo’ak hung his head even more as his ears pinned against his head. “Ma’loak, I know you care for them but syawn and neteyam are there. They are the parents, let them watch over their kids. You on the other hand have a hunt to prepare in 2 days. Can't have you be distracted” Tsireya scolds gently with a warm smile. 

“Fine, but I am still going to tell neteyam-” 

“Absolutely not” 

“Ok, here are your arrow-WOA!!” 

Neteyam caught syawn easily like it was one of his five senses. “Still falling for me?” he smirks playfully, making syawn blush like a teenager. It never fails. 

“N-neteyam, not now, you have to be up there soon” syawn said with a bit of shake in her voice. Putting the bow and arrows aside, neteyam picks up his beloved and spins around. Causing syawn to squeak in surprise. 

“Neteyam!! We can do this later!!” syawn says as her mate keeps spinning. Neteyam however laughs and keeps spinning with love in his eyes, “I don't mind skipping”. Coming to a halt, he stops but hasn't put his love down. “Come on neteyam. Didn't you say you have a score to settle with a Tipani? I want to see you win” syawn encourages. 

“I do. Buuuuut being with you is better” he pulls her in for a loving kiss to which syawn happily reciprocates. 

“OUR EYES!!” 

Quickly the mates pulled away to see their children cover their eyes and make gagging noises. “Hey, you may be grossed out now. But when you find your mate, you three will be doing the same” Syawn says. 

“Unlikely” neteyam comments with a little grin. 

“Yeahyeahyeah! They are calling for you dad. Don't keep them waiting!” Lu’tstunwi says. “Beat Tan Jala’s ass!” Lu’lafyon shouts, fisting the air. “Show him what you are all about!” Lu’law adds. 

Warmth filled neteyams heart, smiling lovingly at his children. Pulling all three close along with his mate, he hugs them all tightly. “Dad…?” he hears one of his kids say, but he just takes a moment of being with them. “Ssshhh…let him have this” Syawn whispers. 

The triplets then understood and wrapped their arms around each other. Their family fully embracing in their little bubble of love. 

skxom = chance, opportunity

atan afyawusìntxu = Guiding light

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[neon-junkie]

awh fuck, everybody else is posting their sappy seasonal finale posts, so i figured i'd follow the herd and make one too. under the cut cause its long, im gushin' my heart out here!!

the bad batch has been my favourite show in... fuck, a very long time. i'll watch a piece of media and go "i enjoyed that!", maybe reblog a few tumblr posts on it, write the odd fic here and there, but the bad batch? i dont know what the hell it woke inside of me, but i am damn thankful for it.

since leaving the red dead fandom, i didn't write very often. i did the odd piece for star wars, but there wasn't anything that truly grasped me. i remember finally watching the clone wars during the covid lockdown, and thinking "awh i love the clones so much! i love how unique they all are, with their tattoos and haircuts. i just wish they would make an emo clone, for a laugh, you know?"

and then i started tcw season 7, and oh my god-

yeah, crosshair is my absolute favourite, although tech almost stole that place during season 2. (but i could never betray my husband like that!!) i love all the batch, even stinky sergeant hunter, and i am so thankful that they've entered my life. im glad i got into the clone wars when i did, cause as i finished the entire show, the bad batch season 1 dropped the very next day haha. i didnt think they'd impact my life as much as they did, but hey-ho, im thankful for it.

i mean, they got me back into writing. i had a nasty experience (which i wont go into detail about) during my time in the red dead fandom, and it totally put me off writing and fandom spaces. im so glad the bad batch has given me a new safe space to enjoy, with motivation and inspiration to write again, even if the things that i write are filthy and disgusting.

not to mention that i've met so many new people, formed friendships, even met them in real life!! star wars celebrations was in london last year, and being bri'ish, i had to go. i wasn't expecting some of my dear fandom friends to cross the ocean to attend, but god damn, i am so thankful that i took a chance and met them, resulting in a wonderful weekend. i'll admit, i hate how shy i was during the whole weekend, but i mean, meeting so many people for the first time all at once was very nerve-racking!!

to think, none of that would have happened if i didnt get into this silly show. so, yeah, thank you to the bad batch. thank you for all my fandom friends. i will continue my obsession even after tomorrow, although i will cry myself to sleep every night if anything happens to crosshair... (am i going to regret writing that line?!)

anyway. heres my sappy post. you know, i have to go to work after the finale airs. im going to be an absolute mess regardless of how the show finishes, i just hope the customers dont mind their bartender crying over star wars as she pours their drinks.

i'll stop rambling now. cheers for reading, and feel free to cry with me whenever you feel like it. neon out x

[theokapuco]

I actually did this drawing a while ago but when I finished I didnt like it so I didnt end up posting it but now looking back, I still don't like it but I spent a long time on it soooo, here's Thomas as a Siren and below is some Info dump about this Au I made

Since I am also a sleepy bois inc fan, I got inspired by dark sbi mermaid fanfics and decided to test it out on the Maze Runner and see what it leads me to. So, just a heads up, the Maze Runner characters in this Au are more morally gray because they follow their animalistic side more than their human side. 

In this Au, they in a hierarchy and every mermaid lives in their own pod (a community)

Hierarchy goes like; Leaders, Sirens, Children, Protectors, and Hunters/Gatherers

It is not a requirement to have a Siren in the Pod but it does make the pod seem stronger if they do have one 

There tends to be only one siren in each pod because in this AU they are cannibals and are not afraid of eating another siren from their own pod or a different one 

The color of a siren represents what types of power their voice holds, Thomas in particular has the ability to manipulate people’s sadness and grief, he can make others see hallucinations of loved dead ones or intensify someone's state of sadness/depression/loneliness. The jewelry around his neck is a symbol of his status and showing how important his voice is.

Short plotline; Thomas is a lone siren who does not have a pod. He gets invited to join the Gladers pod by Alby but problems arise when Thomas realizes that they already have a siren in their pod, Ben. At first they would stay far away from each other, with Ben always hanging in the front of the Pod and Thomas in the back but one day Ben does end up attacking Thomas and Thomas ends up killing him. 

Since they run more on instincts and animalistic feelings, Thomas did not really feel bad at first because he did it in order to survive but he soon realizes how sad the pod is since he can feel their sadness. He decides to permanently stay in their pod and promises to protect them as a way to make amends 

In the beginning, Thomas does not have a good relationship with anyone in the Pod except for Chuck and Alby. With him and Chuck having a brotherly relationship and him and Alby having more of a stable one. Gally and him absolutely hated each other but over time they warmed up to each other. Newt, Minho, and Thomas had a distant relationship until Thomas ended up saving Minho from mermaid hunters, which caused him to earn trust from Minho, Newt, Frypan, and Winston. 

Sirens are very different from normal mermaids. They age the same but mature mentally faster than Mermaids. Their diets are very different with them being mostly carnivores while mermaids are omnivores. Mermaids are sort of okay with humans, they especially have soft spots for the human kids but Sirens won’t hesitate to kill one. They are more private about their species and do not let any humans near them unless a human somehow manages to earn their trust. Aris, Teresa, and Rachel are humans that Thomas tolerates but he doesn’t like it when they get too close. Mermaids can not survive without a Pod but Sirens can and they choose willily to join one if they want to, they just tend to do things on their own in the Pod and sometimes listen to the leader which is why it’s important they have a great relationship 

The characters do all act the same as they do in the book and movies, but with just a slight readjustment with their bio instincts. Thomas is still curious and oblivious but now he just has a little bit of animal instincts added to him, this applies to the rest of the characters

Free fee to add in your own headcanons or even make your own story of this. I probably won’t talk about this Au again unless someone asks me too and don’t mind the big ass among us, I just like adding them in my drawings sometimes. 

(p.s. Sorry for any spelling errors or if I just straight up don't make sense. I have dyslexia and I try my best to correct my errors)

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

One thing to know about you: What’s your favorite video game? :)

hey okay ahhh. it took me a bit to get back to this cause i genuinely had to think about it- jst because while yeah i DO play a lot of games, i have a habit of not finishing them??? its a whole thing BUT.

its down between two for me- and yeah its hunter-core of me to say this, but BUT BUT- TLoZ twilight princess really really has stuck with me.

as it being my first zelda game/introduction to the series i got it used on whim and literally have over 100 hours in a save file (look- you CAN clear it in shorter time but i just was really into it-) and its a game ive actually replayed two or three times in full??? its just such a good zelda game (people will talk shit about the wii version but gamecube prices/the hd port to wii u istg- i WILL settle for motion controls- actually they didnt bother me too???). i just like the entire gritty feeling of the world and how realistic it looks. its mature while also the standard linear progression to pre botw zelda. botw is good- but its one of those games i said earlier about not finishing haha. twilight princess is just THAT. like it hooked me. same with the entire soundtrack and just- mannnn i cant even explain it! skyward sword is good too- but i just hold tp closer from the zelda games ive played (which arent many but i really think theyre cool as someone who only had a knowledge of solely nintendo=mari> for years, branching out on their other ips was a cool experience).

and the other one would be the 2018 insomniac spider-man game. when i played it FAR after its release (like in 2022 lmao) i just couldnt put it down. like everything from the combat to how fluid the web-slinging feels- it all just flowed so naturally to where it engrossed me as a whole. i fully wasted an entire weekend to beat the entire mf game. THATS how into it i was 💀😭.

oh and the ending of the story literally made me almost cry. AUGH. im not gonna spoil it but damn </3. i really would like to get a ps5 eventually to play though the sequel. miles morals eventually too- ik that ones pretty short so it shouldnt be that long. uhhh- im not even like a superhero person either- like im not diehard into the marvel universe but i just really heard such things about it over the years and it delivered for me.

i could probably say honorable mentions with neo: the world ends with you or doom 3. its a whole thing. i mainly play anime games (not alllllll the time but a lot of my ps4 library consists of anime games.)

I KNOW im rambling but in conclusion, twilight princess and 2018 spider-man (NOT the remaster on ps5. the og ps4 version. its just better. trust me.)

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors- pack mentality pt.2

Derek hale x reader

An: I need to change and organize myself with these titles because I change the font every update. Anyways hope you enjoy. Luv you bye)

               After Scott left to go to his job y/n also started to leave before being stopped by the by stiles grabbing her arm "wait!" he slightly shouts. The (Y/H/C) girl turned around to face the boy with a look of confusion "what?" she asked. He let go of her hand and let his fall to his side, he tilted his head to the side looking at me as if he was trying to read me or something. " why are you so hell bent on keeping scott and i safe?" he asked shaking his head face still masking confusion.

Y/ns face softened at the question she shrugged her shoulders and began walking to her car while thinking of her honest answer with stiles following. " i dont know, its an urge i guess. I was in you guys shoes once and i didnt have anyone to fall back on, i dont want that happening to you guys." she said. "plus its kinda my job to, more so you now." she finished. Stiles stared at her somewhat confused "what do you mean?" he asked. As they reached her car  she sighed leaning on the hood "my job in the supernatural world is to protect those who need protecting, and sometimes im individually assigned to people. my urge to protect you is stronget than scotts almost as strong as dereks but not quite" she explained. "but why?". once again the girl shrugged "i dont know but it may have something to do with the fact that ive practically known you your entire life" she said carefully hoping that it wouldnt anger the boy somehow. stiles just stared at the girl masking confusion until his faced morphed into shock "holy god! Y/N!" he yelled pulling me into a hug. though this time she expected the hug from the other stilinski and she smiled and hugged back. "i cant belive this, i havent seen you since i was like 5" he said making her laugh. "this is amazing i agree, but i have to get home before Derek shows up here and rips you apart for making me late" she jokes and his eyes widen as he nods vigurously before walking away making the girl laugh once again.

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Y/n parked farther away from the hale house because derek didnt want anyone to get any ideas which by that he meant hunters, which yn couldnt argue but she will give him a small piece of her mind for making her walk so far with no company, yeah shes a werewolf and gets plenty of extersize, that doesnt mean she enjoys the long walks from the entrance of Beacon Hills Preserve to the annoyingly handsome hales house.

when she arrived she walked through the door calling for derek "der? i'm home" she said making her way through the house searching for the tall dark haired man. She knew he was there because she felt him, kind of like a string pulling her towards him. She found him asleep on the couch he looked so peaceful. she smiled at the look of peace that overcame his features every once in a blue moon. " do you have to stare at me every time you find me asleep?" he sassed still half asleep. " that's no way to greet your girlfriend, now is it?" she sassed scoffing. he opened his eyes letting a smile form and opened his arms inviting her to cuddle. Y/N smiled and immedeatly jumped in his arms making him let out a 'umph' causing her to giggle.

she laid cuddling with Derek for a while before we heard a car parking in front of the house making y/n and Derek groan "will we ever be able to have some sort of peace in this town?" she grumbled getting off of Derek.

They made our way upstairs to get a better view on the person (who turns out to be a cop) while staying out of his eyesight. i stood in front of derek peering down at the man who was obvously uneasy as he was startled by his dog barking "stop that" he said scolding the dog. The dog now looking up at the window that we stood at and started barking even more and she felt his heartrate speed up. this confused y/n and she turned her head back to derek to see his eyes shining blue.

Y/n rolled her eyes turning back to the dog who now had saliva splattering everywhere. this made the deputy even more unerved as he looked up to the same place the dog was before deciding to leave. As the deputy drove off she turned back towards derek only to see him smirking in satifaction "you are evil you know" y/n said to him pushing his shoulder back in a playful manner. he smiled at thet and said "what did i do?" feigning innocence. "you were close to making the poor things heart-." She cut herself off turning back to the window. She picked up on a energy. A now well known energy to her Derek went to ask what was wrong but stopped when he heard footsteps. They saw Scott emerge from the woods and step on to the hale property.

    He stood there and y/n went to meet him at the front but was stopped when Derek held his hand out in front of her causing her to look up at him confused.

"I know you hear me" Scott said with a pleading look on his face. "I need your help". At this Derek left the room and made his way to meet Scott who had moved to the porch to keep from getting wet from the rain.

—— time skip——

Y/n was woken up by her phone ringing. She looked at the caller I'd and it read unknown She frowned at this not remembering giving her number to anyone. She sighed and answers with a groggy "hello?". The voice she heard on the other end she recognized instantly as her presumed "god brother" stiles. "Y/n, hey so Scott and I are going to the school to see if he can remember what happened in the bus last night and I was wondering if you'd come with?" He said. "Stiles, how did you get my number?" She asked. "From dad, he keeps your documents in a drawer in the kitchen so it wasn't hard to find." He replied. She sighed and sat up "well yeah I'll tag along, someone's gotta keep you in order.". She heard stiles cheer from the other end causing her to smile.

"Ok I'll come pick you up" he said before hanging up the phone and less than a minute later she heard and sensed Scott and stiles parking at the edge of the woods waiting. Y/n got up and put on a put on a jacket along with her shoes and before walking out of the room she gave Derek a kiss. She made her way downstairs spotting Derek's leather jacket and deciding to slip that one on instead of her own. Making her way out of the house and to stiles jacked up jeep.

When they arrived at the school stiles parked at the gate and they all got out. "Hey no, just me somebody needs to keep watch." Scot said grabbing stiles to face him as he was walking ahead of us. "How come I'm always the guy keeping watch? Plus y/n's here"  stiles asked. "You invited me here to stay and be on watch duty?" Y/n asked kinda offended. "Good point y/n" Scott said pointing back at me. " OK why is it starting to feel like you're Batman and robin?" Stiles asked . "I don't wanna be Robin all the time" he said frowning at his friend. "Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time." Scott said. "Wha- not even some of the time" stiles asked disappointed. "Just stay here." Scott stated firmly. "Oh my god" stiles replied exaggerating. With that stiles walked back towards me and Scott climbed the gate to complete his "mission".

       Y/n felt stiles mood shift entirely and asked "what's the matter" while still staring off where Scott had disappeared to. "It's not fair" stiles said folding his arms. Y/n looked over from the gate to stiles "what?" She asked. "It's not fair, I feel like I'm useless most of the time and I hate it." He said. She frowned at this "stiles, you can not compare yourself to Scott. You are human yes but let me talk you this. If you weren't here Scott wouldn't have made it and I can say that with full confidence." She said to him making him smile and pull her into a hug. "Thanks" he said. When stiles hugged her this time with all of his emotion she was pulled into a memory. A memory from the past, one that she didn't remember. But they started to fill her brain.  Moments she spent with stiles and the Sherriff along with his mom. She pulled away with tears in her eyes. "I remember." She said. "What?" "I remember, everything now. You unlocked it, the memories." "What the hell are you talking about y/n?"  She felt something in her stomach Scott was remembering. She turned towards the gate and looked passed to the bus. "I'll explain later". All of a sudden a light came from between the buses and stiles rushed to open the car door and honk the horn warning Scott and out he came running flipping over the gate and hurrying into the car with me behind him.

"Go, go, go" Scott rushed stiles and he pulled off. "Did it work did  you remember?" Stiles asked. " yeah, I was there last night and the blood. None of it was mine." Scott replied "so you did attack him" I stated. He turned to me "no I -I saw glowing eyes in the bus but they weren't mine, it was Derek's" he replied "what!?" "What about the driver" stiles and I said at the same time "I think I was trying to protect him." Scott said. "Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Stiles asked with this eyes shifting from y/n in the back to Scott then the road. Scott shrugged shaking his head "That's what I don't get" Scott said. "Maybe it's a pack thing" as y/n went to intervene she got a message on her phone. She took it out of her pocket and the it was from Derek

Derek: where are you? It's like 1 am

Y/n: with Scott and stiles

Derek: your starting to spend more time with them then me

Y/n well they're basically still in their puppy stage mr. Hale

Derek: well when are you gonna be back?

Y/n: on the way home right now

Y/n put her phone in her pocket. And told stiles to just take her to the gas station where derek would pick her up.

Stiles pulled off and not to much later Derek pulled up and got out of the car and she ran to greet him with a kiss. But before she could even reach him a car pulled in in front of and behind his car making y/n's senses heighten. In the car upfront was Chris argent and now assuming the one in the back was full of other hunters. He got out of his car and closed the door along with the goons in the other car. The gas pump was beeping as it filled Derek's car with gas and the tension was high. Derek and y/n both look around at their opponents searching for any higher threat. He took the pump out of the car and returned it to its respected place. "Nice ride" argent spoke up. "Black cars though, very hard to keep clean I would definitely suggest a little more Maintenance."

Y/n stood in front of Derek ready for any sort of threat that may put him in harms way but still spoke up "I'm sure we've done a well enough job." Argent clicked his tongue taking out the window cleaner and wiping the windshield free of any dirt. "When you have something this nice, you wanna take care of it right?" "Personally I'm very protective of the things I love, that's something I learned from my family, but you don't have much of that these days, do you?." When he said this y/n's blood began to boil and she had to fight herself to keep from hurting the man who was so freely talking about someone else's family not knowing that it was his sisters fault they were all gone.

"There we go" he said putting the cleaning tool back. "You can actually look through your windshield now, don't it make everything so much clearer" he said before making his way back to his car. Derek finally spoke up " you forgot to check the oil" at this argent stopped and tuned back towards us " check the men's oil" at that one of the men walked forward with a metal rod and busted the drivers seat window "looks good to me" the man said. "Drive safely" argent said before getting in his car and driving off.

"Im not gonna be able to control myself one of these days if they keep disrespecting you" y/n said glaring as argent drove off in his red Tahoe. Derek sighed still upset by the encounter. He walked around to the drivers side of the car "How the hell am I supposed to get the glass out from everywhere" he said sighting rubbing his forehead. Yn looked at him and frowned even more. She focused on the window and muttered a spell to put the glass back in place temporarily " I should be able to hold it until we get home. Derek walked over to her and pulled her in wrapping his arms around her waist putting his forehead against hers. "I love you so much" he said staring into her eyes making her smile and lifted her hands to his face and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you too, so much" she replied. "Now let's go home before we encounter another unwanted being" she told him before backing away. Derek made sure to open the door for the witch before making his way over to his seat.

The witch and the werewolf had planned on a chill day but being a supernatural in beacon hills, that was never an option. They were sitting on the couch when y/n Sensed Scott near by. She sighed "Scott's coming" she said seconds before the black haired boy bursted through the front door of the old hale house.  "Derek!" He yelled. "I know your here! I know what you did!" He yelled looking around for Derek. Derek unfazed by the yelling of the boy "I didn't DO anything."  He said calmly. "You killed him" Scott said moving through the house. "He died" Derek said getting impatient with the accusations. Scott didn't say anything for a couple of seconds. "Like your sister died?" He asked sarcastically making his way towards the room we were in. At this anger flared In y/n's chest and her fist clenched trying her hardest not to make her way to the boy and threaten him. She was sick and tired of people using Derek's family to get a one up on him.

"My sister was missing. I came here looking for her." Derek said with anger deep in his tone. "You found her" Scott said now closer than before. Y/n felt Derek's pain drifting off of him and it hurt her knowing the effect it had on him. "I found her in pieces! Being used as bait to catch me!" Derek yelled loosing his cool. "i think you killed them both, and who knows maybe y/n helped. i'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff." Scott finished walking past where Derek and y/n were standing the idea of just loosing more family after just gaining them back sent a pang into y/ns heart. Derek now fully set off by everything McCall was saying he takes Scotts shoulder throwing him down the stairs and he lands on the floor with a loud thud. Y/n descided that it was best to let the two sort out their differences or whatever, and shed deal with scotts accusations later. at the moment she needed to go see her god brother who had been begging her to hang out for a while now wanting to reconnect. She and stiles had chosen to have dinner with the sheriff so they could all catch up.

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okay i know, but in my defense the whole chapter deleted so i cant control it i had to re-write it but i also have other major testing coming up and ive been studying for that and juggling my mess and of a "love life" soo..... ANYWAYS i hope you all enjoy

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ooh ooh a request? tech/crosshair, crosshair being supportive of tech's interest tangents and making sure he takes care of himself when he gets too invested and distracted with work? idk how to write requests lol. ps. i read your latest echo/cross one and it was freaking amazing wow so fluff much angst yes comfort :)))

Ahhhh so sorry this took so long! I love this idea sm and i had many plans for this req so i hope you enjoy! (Fic under cut⬇️)

Word Count: 2673

TW: minor bad eating habits?

"Ouch!"

Crosshair snapped his eyes up towards a muffled hiss from Tech.

The man was sitting at his small work table, shaking his right hand around as sparks began to die down on a small bundle of wires in front of him. He had a stylus between his teeth and there was a tiny pair of pliers in his left hand. His leg bounced and his eyes darted back and fourth between the flimsy next to him and the bundle of wires.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow and swung his legs off his bunk to rest his feet on the ground.

Tech grumbled some incoherent curses before snatching the stylus out of his mouth and jamming down a few messy scribbles onto the flimsy.

Hunter had randomly decided to head down to the training facilities for a few hours, and Wrecker and Echo were in the cafeteria having some late night snacks. Crosshair had grabbed a snack on the way back from their simulator course earlier, though he hadnt eaten since lunch. So He and Tech were left in the barracks to do their own thing for a while until they decided to sleep.

Slowly, he pulled a leg up to his chest as he watched Tech move.

His hands flew across the pieces and parts that only he understood. His eyebrows were furrowed in the way they always were when he was deep in thought, and his eyes were zeroed in on what was in front of him and nothing else. His leg continued to bounce up and down while he twirled the stylus in his hand.

Crosshair smirked.

He stood up, quietly, and began to make his way around and over to Tech's table.

Tech muttered something and scribbled down some more notes, readjusting the bundle of wires.

The sniper slowly pulled a stool around to sit across from Tech, making as little noise as possible.

Tech didnt look up. His eyes stayed narrowed on his project, hyper focused on the goal in front of him. He picked at a few of the wires with the pliers, before twisting some together into a pattern.

Crosshair watched and got comfortable in the stool, crossing his arms and resting a leg on one of the bars around the middle of it.

Still twisting and pulling the wires into a weird pattern, Tech glanced aside to look at a black panel with some buttons and screens on it. He looked back and fourth between the wires he was still messing with, and the panel, as if he was deciding which one he should focus on. The wires were starting to look less jumbled as he wove them together, and he chewed his lip before switching to only one hand on the wires.

Crosshair's eyes widened, watching as Tech worked the wires with one hand, as the other fiddled with the panel.

His right hand moved—somehow—still weaving the wires together in a perfect pattern. It was slower than both hands, of course, but it seemed to be working and he hadn't messed up yet. Crosshair watched with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

The panel had lit up at some point and was blinking in a few spots. Tech put a small screwdriver between his teeth as he tapped at the panel. Every few seconds, he'd grab the screwdriver and poke around the buttons, causing tiny colorful sparks that reflected in his goggles.

Eventually, the wires came together into one part, and Tech pinned the ends together with small ties. Pulling the panel towards him, he flipped it over and set the wires aside as he opened a small flap in the back of the panel.

He poked around in the small flap a bit with the screwdriver before grabbing the wires again.

Crosshair watched while Techs eyes narrowed and squinted at the wires, as he slowly placed them into the panel. Sparks jumped around his fingers as he attached the wires from the top and bottom, allowing them to sear together by them selves. Every few minutes a hand would fly up to readjust his goggles.

Shaking his head, Crosshair tried to suppress a grin as Tech finished up his project, swatting sparks away here and there.

"What is it?" Crosshair asked quietly, finding an opening where Tech wasnt as focused.

He waited a minute or two as Tech caught up to the question while putting things back together and into their original places.

"It is..." Tech mumbled, stuffing screws and tools into small containers and pouches.

Crosshair watched, waiting with patience as Tech finally gave a satisfied sigh.

"A power calibrator that I constructed to connect into the rear nose cannons." Tech began to say all at once. Crosshair listened intently. "It will allow more power to be transferred to the shields while the rear cannon is being fired, so that way we can do both at once without losing one mid-battle."

Crosshair squinted. It was actually genius. Half the time during missions, their shields would fail while firing the rear cannons due to the power usage. Though they had more power in the firing, the Marauder almost always got a pretty good beating if they used the cannons for to long.

"What wires did you use?" Crosshair asked, scooting his stool closer the table so that he could rest an arm in it.

"Twinaxial cables, acutally." Tech said spinning around in his own stool to toss something onto his bunk. "They're a variant of the coaxial cables, and have more than one conductor. They are good for short-range and high-speed power signals so they'll work well for what I'm using them for."

Crosshair nodded. He knew most of what Tech was talking about, and tried to understand what he didn't. Tech would usually explain if he was confused, but at the moment, he was pretty educated on what he was talking about.

"Great idea, Tech." Crosshair praised. Now that he had a quick opening, he could do their little routine that they always went through around these times.

"What did you have for lunch?"

Tech shut a drawer and froze.

Slowly, he turned in his stool to face the sniper with a look of deep thought on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows and rested his hand on his chin as Crosshair waited. Slowly, Tech conjured up an answer.

"It was a..." Tech began, tapping a finget on his chin. "A ration bar, I believe."

Crosshair raised an eyebrow and turned his head to the side.

"You had one for breakfast." He implied quietly.

Tech blinked and looked down at his hands.

"It's possible Ive had two, today." Said Tech, picking at his gloved hands.

"Any real food?" Cross asked.

A defeated look rested onto Tech’s face and he readjusted his goggles.

"Water?" He asked again.

Tech stared.

Crosshair sighed and turned in his seat, glancing at the snack next to his bed that he'd grabbed from the cafeteria earlier. He hadn't been hungry much then, but he did plan on eating it. He was pretty sure there was some soup, maybe a biscuit or two and possibly some meat.

He hopped out of his stool and Tech looked up in surprise.

Stalking over to his bunk, he grabbed the biscuits and a small thermal of soup. The meat was in a foil like bag and had a jerky texture and taste that Tech always liked, even since they were cadets. Cross took the bag and tossed it on his bed, poking around for any spoons or silverware. When he didnt find any, he shrugged and popped open the little thermal.

Crosshair caught Techs look of confusion as he spun around to sit down in his bunk, taking a whiff of the soup.

It smelled good, and it was still somewhat warm. If he didn't eat it soon, it would get cold in the next thirty minutes or so. He took a sip from the thermal and sighed as the warm liquid trickled into his belly and the bland taste settled on his tongue.

He looked up.

Tech frowned as he pulled his second glove off, the first one already on the table. His head was hung low and his eyebrows were still furrowed like he was thinking hard about something. His lips parted slightly as if he was going to say something, but he shut his mouth and froze as he looked up.

"Come here." Crosshair spoke, patting the spot next to him on his bunk.

Tech blinked and rested his hands on each other.

"The soup is gonna get cold." He spoke again, nodding to the thermal before taking another sip.

Tech looked at the soup, and then back up at Crosshair before scrambling out of his stool and padding over to the spot next to him on the bunk.

Cross leaned back to get the jerky/meat stuff as Tech got comfortable, pulling a leg up to his chest and turning towards the sniper.

Techs eyes lit up behind his goggles as Crosshair opened the bad of jerky, and quickly grabbed for a piece.

Crosshair caught his hand and swatted it away as Tech gave him an offended look.

"Excuse me?" Tech frowned, trying to maneuver around Cross's hand.

"Water first." The sniper said, shrugging and pulling the bag away from Tech and taking a bite of the jerky himself.

"Ugh." Tech grumbled and stood to stalk over to his own bunk, grabbing a flask of water that he took a few angry sips of on the way back.

"There."

Crosshair smirked as Tech plopped back down and snatched a piece of jerky out of the bag, taking a bite with a small smile on his face.

Cross handed Tech the thermal so he could open the small plastic container that had three biscuits in it. He peeled the plastic seal top off and took one if the biscuits out. They were a little deformed, and kind of stale and soggy at the same time, but thats what they got; And truthfully, they didn't really care.

Tech went between the thermal and the jerky, starting to realize how hungry he really was.

Cross handed him one if the biscuits and he took it happily, taking a bite and washing it down with some water from his flask.

"When's the last time you slept?" Crosshair asked randomly while Tech chewed.

Tech looked up up in thought and shoved another piece of jerky in his mouth. Crosshair sighed and moved the bag of jerky away for a second so Tech could finish chewing and not choke. He narrowed his eyes behind his goggles and stared at Crosshair as he took another sip of the soup.

"I woke up at five-hundred thirty like always." Tech said, wiping his mouth and shrugging.

Cross cocked an eyebrow at him. It was already nearing close to twenty-hundred, so Tech had been awake for longer than twelve hours at the least. He sighed again.

"Okay, what time did you go to sleep last night?" Crosshair asked.

"Around the time when I finished fixing Wrecker's blaster." Tech answered easily, looking around Cross for the bag of jerky.

The sniper was pretty sure he had fallen asleep before Tech finished up on Wreckers blaster. The amount of time spent fixing them depended in the damage, and depending on Wrecker, the damage was usually pretty major. Cross had fallen asleep at around twenty-four hundred, and Tech had only started working on the blaster a little bit before that.

"And when did you finish that." Crosshair questioned.

"Around four-hundred thir-"

Tech stopped, thermal tipped halfway towards his mouth.

Crosshairs eyes widened and the crease deepened between his brows.

"I meant-"

"No," Crosshair cut Tech off, turning to face him more. "You got an hour of sleep?!"

"Well, more like forty five minutes because it takes me a while to fall asleep sometimes." Tech said simply and then winced as Crosshair let his jaw drop.

"You need to sleep." Crosshair stated, closing the bag of jerky and standing.

"Wait," Tech whined, reaching after the bag of jerky. "Im not tired yet."

Crosshair tossed the bag of jerky onto the little work table and whipped back around towards Tech.

"Yes you are." The sniper said, looking pointedly at the bags under Techs eyes that he tried to hid behind his goggles.

"But-"

"Finish your soup, then you are sleeping."

Crosshair raised an eyebrow as Tech began to protest again, but wearily sipped the last of the soup and took the last bite of the biscuit.

Soon, Tech was out of his armor and in his blacks, pouting around as Crosshair nudged him towards his bunk. He had also gotten out of his armor, as encouragement to Tech so that he didn't feel like Crosshair was prodding too much or being too bossy. Even as cadets, Tech was never one for normal sleep; he loved to use the late hours of the night to get things done.

Crosshair paused as he looked at Techs bed.

"Well no wonder you don't sleep." Cross muttered, poking at cords and wires that were hanging from the ceiling of the bunk.

"They are projects." Tech argued, sliding a box away and onto the floor.

"I see that." Crosshair said and scanned the writing on the walls.

Tech yawned, and Crosshair found himself yawning too. He didn't feel too tired, but he didn't sleep well these days.

They usually didn't.

Tech gave a tired sigh before climbing into his bunk, and grabbing for the thin blanket.

"Are you- Oh." Tech stuttered in surprise as Crosshair climbed in after him.

The sniper wrapped an arm around Tech's waist and pulled him close as he tugged the blanket over the two of them. Tech wriggled around and tried to get comfortable under the blanket as Crosshair reached up to the light switch on the wall of the bunk. A wave of sleepiness surged over Cross as the lights slowly dimmed, until the only light was the faint glow of Tipoca City outside of the large wide window.

"You need to start getting better sleep," Crosshair started, closing his eyes as Tech scooted closer to him. "You're gonna stunt your growth."

Tech snorted and nuzzled farther into the snipers chest.

"Right." Tech whispered and yawned again.

Rain pattered against the window, and Crosshair could never tell if it was gentle or not. He'd gotten used to the ever present rain of Kamino, and wasn't sure there was such thing as gentle rain on the ocean planet. It was cool growing up, but it got old eventually.

"Do you remember when we went off-planet for the first time?" Crosshair asked randomly.

Tech pulled his head away from Cross's chest to look up at him with a confused face.

"Remember how fascinated you were by the karking grass." He said, grinning down at Tech.

Tech laughed and buried his face into the pillow, shaking his head a little.

"I thought it was so interesting." Tech said, voice muffled by the pillow.

He looked up at Crosshair and smiled sadly.

"It's so colorful." He sighed, resting his head next to Crosshair’s.

"I know." Cross whispered, pressing a kiss to Tech's forehead and nosing his dark curls as he closed his eyes.

Tech was out quick, snoring softly next to him within minutes. Crosshair smiled, a real smile, and gently pulled Tech’s goggles off. His eyes were tired, but his breathing was steady and his body was relaxed.

He looked so peaceful. So different from his constant state of either jumping around from project to project and rambling about different information and facts—or hyper focused and oblivious to everything around him. It was rare to have time like this with Tech.

Crosshair appreciated Tech.

He loved Tech.

He let that settle proudly in his thoughts as he slowly began to drift to sleep too.

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The Last Olympian Thoughts

So because I have absolutely 0 self-control or restraint when it comes to this series and its characters, and for The Last Olympian in particular, I could not put TLO down. Because of this I figured I couldn’t do the usual photo reaction posts I have been so far, because the spam would just be ridiculous, so I am stealing the idea from @yourstrulytaaay​ to do a masterpost instead. (Adding a Read More cause this got ridiculously long)

Fun fact, TLO came out right after i finished reading the series for the first time so it's the first PJO book i bought  and my only hard cover one for the og series. I checked the year and turns out it was published 2009, which means i was actually 9 when i read the series for the first time. I realize this is not really a fun fact but i thought i was older when I first read the series so it's blowing my mind a little ‘cause now I’m 21 and everything hits different and i still have so much love for this series and the characters Okay onto book thoughts: - i was right that this book is gonna destroy me, the first line alone made me so excited and nostalgic it's ridiculous - I love Rachel and Percy sm tbh. Her being a bit of peace and normalcy in his life without always reminding Percy of who and what he is is so good for him. Just a little escape

- of course by the end of the book that's not the case any more but by the end he's lived his prophecy so he doesn't need it as badly, plus he and Annabeth are solid again - Percy saying Annabeth has been hard to be around lately... Ouch my heart. Luke really is the last thing that keeps them from being together and Percy is so jealous and Annabeth so torn and in pain, i feel so bad for them both

- Beckendorf 🥺🥺 - the telkhine with the Lil Demon lunchbox!! I forgot about him. Percy: 'i left him alive, partly because his lunchbox was cool' is one of my absolute favourite lines tbh - Paul taking Percy crabbing and being imperative in helping Percy kill the giant crab 💖 Paul Blofis is important and deserves the world, okay? - aw Percy, you can't save every demigod bb

- 'i had to fight him eventually. Why not now?... What difference would a week make?' Oh Percy you have no idea - real talk tho, the fact Kronos possessed Luke's body would also mess me tf up. Percy keeps forgetting it's not Luke anymore and yeah, that would be so so hard and confusing af, like what another smart little mind game for Kronos to pull on top of everything else - the fact Percy fights Kronos before getting the Achilles Curse and actually doesn't die within seconds is... Astounding. He kicks him in the chest! And yeah Kronos is weaker and still adjusting to Luke's body, but Percy is having trouble fighting Luke cause they used to be friends - Percy breaks Kronos' time magic!! Like?! Boy is POWERFUL.

- OUCH - honestly Luke, Thalia and Annabeth's family breaking the way it did... Don't talk to me. Poor Annabeth, Luke betrayed them, Thalia joined the Hunters because of Luke's betrayal so she's pretty much AWOL all the time and then Luke dies. Like Rick wtf, my heart can't take it? -Percy and Tyson having each others backs when talking to Poseidon in the underwater palace is the brother-brother relationship we love to see - Percy trying to stick a sand dollar in the vending machines at school 🤦🏻‍♀🤦🏻‍♀ - the whole underwater interaction at Poseidon's palace? Perfection. Awkward family drama and all - Connor falling out of the tree when he sees Percy because he's so excited 😂😂

- 😭💖

- k, ik Clarisse isn't perfect but tbh if i was a child of Ares whose father was disrespected and hated by my fellow campers (ares deserves it but still) and that disrespect trickled down to how the other campers treated ME (which if Percy is reliable here, it obviously does) then i would also be irritated at being used for muscle and nothing else? And just expected to fight with the people who act as if they'd rather not have Ares kids around the rest of the time. Like Clarisse isn't totally wrong - Percy reading the prophecy, seeing he's meant to die and just being like 'i do not see it' and refusing to outright think about it makes me so sad for him - (but it taints every action after and he's super reckless afterwards bc of it- including finally breaking and accepting the Achilles Curse) - (also him taking this as the last straw and finally beginning to show Annabeth how he really feels, cause fuck it, he's dying anyway) - Give me more info about Rachel's backstory and family Rick!! -  how did i forget Percy willingly eats chocolates that taste like cardboard because 'i didnt have anything against cardboard' like sir? Ik Silena didn't want them but still? - 'she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful' STOP, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT - Percy staring at Annabeth and forgetting what they're talking about cause hes so distracted 👌🏻

- hmm yeah... For some strange reason.... - i forgot how Percy totally bombs this convo bw them and now want to cry 😭 Annabeth is trying to talk about what's important and Percy, you sweet oblivious man, you're shooting her down without even realizing - love that they're both on the same wavelength tho. Percy two lines before, hmm it's cool to date ppl from other cabins, wonder why im thinking that around Annabeth, my best friend in the world, and then Annabeth a beat later, hmm, let me bring up Silena and Beckendorf and how it's important to be with the people you love when you have the chance, no way Percy will miss this huge hint right? - they're the best - k i honestly forgot Percy full on physically intimidates Leneus like that - luke telling his mom if he ran away the monsters wouldnt get her..i can just imagine luke crying when he says good bye before running away because he thinks it's his fault his mom is like that and he cant take care of and protect her anymore because it's too hard - uh oh now i have angsty pre-lightning thief luke fic inspo... Him, Thalia and Annabeth on the run... The ANGST -  Rick holds absolutely nothing back in this book and i am in pain - HESTIA!! 💖💖🥰 - actual loml - i love that Rick titled this book after her and that he wrote such a great series about the importance of family (biological, found or otherwise) and home, and that he said actually Hestia is the most important bc shes the most humble and keeps the peace and knows when to fight and when to yield and you protect what you love, which is your home - i just... Adore Hestia - Grover! Missed you babes - Hades is so so horrible to Nico, always comparing him to Bianca :/ - but i do love Hades, Persephone and Demeter together they make me laugh - oh god the River Styx - Achilles 🥺 - Annabeth being Percy's lifeline is, and continues to be, A Lot™ - 'my name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand.' LOL Why am i crying? - Like the fact there is no Percy without Annabeth, and that remembering her literally reminded him of who he is in his very soul... It's fine im fine - i won't even get into the parallels of her being his lifeline now and then later when Hera takes his memories but leaves the memory of Annabeth for Percy to fight to get back to (anyone who wants to yell about it with me... Feel free to message) - badass Percy is my fav Percy tbh - him defeating Hades?? Like? Hades is arguably the most powerful god, okay - i feel bad for Nico but if i was Percy I'd do the exact same, Nico, sorry man but this is a high stakes time crunch deal and Nico is literally the only hope of persuading Hades and distracted by his own internal stuff - flashbacks to Luke, Thalia and Annabeth hurt, ow - George and Martha are the best - damn i forgot Hermes full on nearly kills Percy here, yikes - Luke stop cockblocking Percabeth challenge

- i love!! Percy's love for New York!! So much!! - Percy leaving to live in New Rome in HoO is a lie and this is all the proof i need for why - the fact the entire last half of the book is the battle and aftermath... Such great buildup and pacing. All the tricks and twists and battles in this War of Manhattan? I would not take out a thing, Rick, you legend - of course then the final battle in hoo with the gods is what? Two pages? Ugh, don’t talk to me about my hatred for BoO and HoO - 'no detours you two' is still the cutest thing!!! - THE HUNTERS!! Thalia i missed you - good job Percy, you finally spent your sand dollar - Minotaur!! - 'dont i get a kiss for luck? Its kind of a tradition right?' Percy finds out he's gonna die and is out of fucks to give and honestly I support him - also Michael just standing beside these two while they're flirting like umm 👀 👀 while a monster army marches towards them, nbd - Annabeth taking Ethan's knife meant for Percy!!! Cause she just knows his weak spot without him even telling her! They literally invented love - Feral Percy is so scary omg, i love how well Rick incorporates the Achilles Curse in this novel, with the whole heightened weaknesses and stuff ans the parallels to Achilles arrogance being what killed him and Percy's loyalty, fierceness and protective instinct being his own heightened weakness - the fact that Percy is the one who inadvertantly kills Michael Yew tho, I'll never recover from that - the fact Hades offers Maria di Angelo a golden palace by the Styx like how Poseidon offers Sally a palace under the sea tho. Let's talk about that parallel - the entire talk with Prometheus is so so good - not me picturing young Luke hiding in the closet to get away from his mom when she has an 'episode' -i love callbacks in stories and all of the callbacks to the rest of the series in this book make me very happy (medusa, minotaur, the underworld, Rainbow!! My baby!!, Daedalus and more) - Percy summoning a wholeass hurricane against Hyperion - the Party Ponies! They're so chaotic, i love it - Dionysus! 😁 I can't help it, i love him - Percy absolutely losing it when he sees Sally and Paul asleep in the car 🥺 - Rachel telling Percy he's not the hero screws with him so much :( poor bb - although i really really love how Rick wrote this, it's so refreshing to not have one chosen one save the world, but a combination of people - the drakon, Silena and Clarisse make me cry - the Patrochilles references, im not okay - Annabeth giving up on Luke after hearing what he did to Silena and Percy telling her that doesn't make him happy 😭 that whole interaction makes my heart ache - Percy giving Hestia Pandora's pithos 🥺 - and Hades, Nico and the others coming for a final attack is so badass, i love it - listen im glad the og trio were the ones to confront Luke on Olympus but the fact Thalia got so close and then pinned by a statue of HERA makes me so sad. Ik her and Luke were finished and she coped by cutting him off completely and giving up all hope but i would pay money to know what they would have said to each other to say goodbye - Ethan 🥺 - Poseidon joining the fight against Typhon is so cool, such a great scene - 'PEANUT BUTTER!' - Annabeth you brilliant badass you - RIP Luke, you werent great but you werent the worst either - the gods just rolling up seconds too late, wondering wtf happened in Olympus and who the dead body is - the chapter where the Olympians meet and give out rewards is one of my absolute favourites (again i am incensed we didn't get anything like this in HoO) - will Percy turning down immortality ever not make me scream in glee? No? Alright then - Annabeth being relieved like Percy was relieved at the end of Titan's Curse tho - oh Hermes :/ - its so hard reading all this and knowing what comes in HoO... Like it's such a cathartic, earned and mostly happy and peaceful ending and then HoO comes along and undermines it all - aww Rick let Paul see Olympus somehow pls, he deserves it, he killed a dracanae - (i would also love to see it) - Percy being more upset Rachel took his pegasus than her going to Camp and possibly dying, lol, priorities dude - i honestly think that Rick had other ideas for the second Great Prophecy and how things would go down in BoO, cause the prophecy like... Barely applies to BoO, Doors of Death are in book four, and explabations of it is all so unclear when Rick is usually pretty good with that stuff - PERCABETH - lol Percy complaining about privacy when he and Annabeth are caught kissing literally in the middle of the very open and public dining pavilion, okay - BEST UNDERWATER KISS OF ALL TIME - that's it and im a glass case of emotion - very happy to say that this series remains my favourite of all time 💖

 If anyone ever wants to come gush about anything Riordanverse related feel free, because as you can see I have a lot of thoughts about it all

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Snowfall prompt?

Cinder leaves Salem and starts working with the good guys but they are all, understandably, still suspicious of her and she's also very cold and reserved. She goes on a mission with Winter and is forced (by Salem or maybe someone else) to remember her past in Atlas, revealing it to Winter in the process.

After they finish their mission they go back to the place where they're currently staying (hotel room, one bed situation maybe) and Cinder can't hide all her feelings of hurt resurfacing after remembering such a traumatic event in her life. Winter, although still resenting Cinder for all she had done to her and the people she cared about, decides to put that aside for the moment and comfort her the best she can because she understands how such an unfair treatment could have caused Cinder to be the way is today and how much strength it must take Cinder to try to overcome her past and do the right thing.

Cinder sighed and sat down on her bed, wiping tears from her eyes. The mission was supposed to be a simple one: go into Beacon and search for the relic. With Winter helping her, clearing out the grimm was supposed to go easy. But nothing could’ve prepared her to face… that. 

Winter sat down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Everything okay?” 

“They… they still hate me…” 

“They dont hate you. Worried you’re still going to hurt them, but they dont hate you.” 

Cinder nodded, shaking a bit as she wiped a few more tears from her eyes. “R-right…” 

Winter went silent, awkwardly sitting next to Cinder for a few minutes. “There’s… something else, isnt there?” 

Cinder didnt answer at first, trying to hold back her emotions. But that grimm they faced and the gas it let out, those visions of what happened to her… all of it became too much. Tears streamed down her face as she broke down into sobs, unable to hold anything back. She had thought she was over her past. That she could no longer be hurt by it. But seeing it all happen again, watching herself get shocked while Rhodes stood by doing nothing, the Madame and the look she had every time she punished Cinder, even her step sisters… all of it hurt to see again. The scarring around her neck burned as if someone was shocking her all over again. 

Winter sighed and awkwardly pulled Cinder into a hug, rubbing her back. “It’ll be okay. We’re safe here. I’m… I’m not sure what you saw while fighting that grimm, but whatever it was, its not real.” 

“It… was though…” Cinder wiped away a few tears, moving the collar of her shirt to show the scarring around her neck. “I… I was used as a slave when I was younger. Abused for the littlest of mistakes. One day after being shocked, I hid away and stole a hunter’s weapons. For a moment, I thought I had finally found my way out of there, at least until he caught me. But then, he started training me. I wanted to be a hunter like him one day so I could never feel powerless. But one day… I just… I couldnt take it anymore and snapped.” 

Winter hesitated as she listened to Cinder, realizing her upbringing wasnt all that different from her own. “Just couldnt take it anymore, could you?” 

Cinder shook her head. “The madame and my step sisters found the swords my mentor gave to me. And then she punished me for what felt like hours. When I couldnt take it anymore, I… I just…” The memories of that night started running through her mind again, the way it felt to break the necks of her family, the pain she felt from the repeated shocking even after she put up her aura, how good it felt to finally have the power for a little freedom. “I killed them. My mentor walked in as I killed the madame and he… he was so disappointed in me. Instead of trying to help me, he drew his swords and then told me all I’d ever do is run now.” Cinder took a few deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm, her hand starting to heat up. “I ended up killing him too. I didnt… I didnt want to, but I was afraid and angry and… and I… I couldnt-” 

“You did what you had to after he didnt give you a chance.” Winter sighed and looked over to Cinder, feeling torn between hating her and feeling sorry for her. “As a huntsman, he should’ve tried to get you out, although I know the laws for Atlas dont exactly make that easy. I think I understand now why you’ve been with Salem for so long. The power she promised to you, it was for your freedom, wasnt it?” 

Cinder nodded, looking at her prosthetic and creating a small fireball in her hand, cooling it off into ice. “She found me a couple years after all of that, offering to train me as long as I helped her bring about a new world order. That there was power I could have that would make sure I could never fear losing my freedom. What I didnt realize was that she was basically the same as the madame. All I did was trade one mistress for another, being punished the same way unless she needed me. And I kept trying to justify every reason I had to stay with her.” 

“Until she abandoned you.” 

Cinder nodded, looking back down to the ground and dropping her ice ball, letting it shatter. “Until she abandoned me, left for dead at your mercy.” 

“Then we’ll try to make things right.” Winter took Cinder’s hand and held it tightly. “I can only judge you from what I’ve seen, and Ruby’s made it clear that you will have to atone for what you’ve done. And to start, I’m going to give you the chance you were denied before. To let you prove yourself.” 

Cinder looked over to Winter, slightly confused by why she’d do that for her. “You… You really mean it?” 

“I do. Everyone deserves a second chance. Especially someone who was denied a first.” 

Cinder immediately hugged Winter, starting to sob into her shoulder. “Thank you. I… thank you.” 

Winter smiled softly, rubbing Cinder’s back. “Just dont make me regret this.” 

[freerebelmentality]

The Ghost of you

AN: Hi could I request a story where reader is they're little sister she was often forgotten by them shes a year or two younger then Sam for the first 16 years of her life they were always there for her but slowly they forgot she was there she often risked her life for them but they never helped or thanked her eventually she leaves you can go from there - @lexy586. Well here it is and I hope you enjoy reading this. I really enjoyed writing this out and I had fun with this even though it made me cry a little. But still made me a little emotional.

Hope you all enjoy.

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You look to your brothers Dean and Sam. They are getting ready for the next case in a different town, you see them doing their research as you sit at the table in the library of the bunker. They arent even phased out or even looked at you to even know you are sitting right across from them. They just sit there and go about their business.

It was never like this before, as you were growing up, Sam left and it was you, dad, and Dean. The four of you going from town to town, you got left in the hotel room while dad and Dean went out hunting. But they always came back for you and always came back with a surprise for you. Always.

The surprises didnt last long though, as you got older you were finally allowed to join the hunts. When dad went missing is when you went nuts in trying to find him. Same with Dean. He went to get Sam from Stanford and he wasnt so thrilled you were hunting but he was happy to see you.

‘Was’ you thought as you sat there researching as well and you found a few things and tried to voice your opinions but nothing from Sam or Dean.

“Alright, lets pack up the car and head out” Dean gets up from his chair and walks toward the garage

You and Sam get up from your seats as well and begin getting ready.

Sam packs his things into his bag and walks out of his room and went to the garage. Dean waits in the car, when he sees Sam is when he starts the car.

You are back in your room thinking they will wait for you. By the time you are done and walk to the garage is when you noticed they are gone.

“Son of a bitch” you yell in frustration and threw your bag against the pavement

“I cant believe they left without me” you mutter to yourself as you look to an empty lot, where baby was suppose to be parked.

Then again it doesnt surprise you, nothing should at this point. Its as though you were completely invisible to your brothers. Your very own blood brothers. At this point they even forgot your birthday. Its as though they have forgotten about you for so long.

After dad died or even after Bobby died. Or even after Sam got his soul back or when the Darkness came or after Charlie died.

When Charlie died that ruined you, it was as though she was the only one who ever saw you. Really saw you.

A smile breaks as you think about your dad and Bobby. They never forgot about you, ever. Not like your brothers did.

A lone tear falls as you think about Charlie, she was the best friend you could ever ask for. Sister really. Well best sibling really.

“What the hell happened?” you yell as you begin throwing your bags on the bed

You take one good look around the bunker, you look into your brothers rooms. Dean has pictures out of the family but not one of you. Or with you. Same with Sam’s room.

“Why the hell do I even stay? Not like they notice if I just leave and not come back” you say to yourself as you start packing the rest of your stuff

You finally made the decision in packing up and leaving. Finally.

“Where’s y/n?” Sam looks to Dean.

They finish up the case and solve the problem like as if it was nothing. Well to them it was nothing cause it was easy. For the most part

“What do you mean where is y/n? She’s back at the room” Dean replies while putting the guns away into the trunk.

“No she isnt. Dean we have been leaving her out of everything and I dont ever asking if she wants to tag along” Sam replies while feeling bad.

Well Sam is feeling more angry with himself for not including you in anything. He’s beginning to realize he has been doing this a lot. Not once does he ever asked if you would want to tag along or anything.

“What the hell are you even talking about? Of course I asked her if she wanted to come?” Dean replies in his defence, he was pretty sure he asked.

So he thought.

“Really? You had a conversation with her and asked if she wanted to come along for our hunting trip?” Sam asks not convince he has asked either.

Dean thinks long and hard about the day before taking on the case. He remembers getting out of bed, hungry and not in the mood for anything. Well until he’s had coffee anyway.

He thinks to the rest of the day and not once does he ever remember talking to you. Or even acknowledging you. Period.

“Son of a bitch” Dean mutters

He couldnt believe how long its been going on, he is more ashamed with himself than Sam. He knew better not to treat you this way.

“We need to head back to the bunker and forget the rest” Sam says and begins to pack the car.

Dean pulls out his phone to call you. But no answer

“My call went straight to voice mail” Dean says while getting in the drive side and stepping on the gas.

“She isnt answering any of my texts” Sam says next while constantly checking his phone

“How did we take it this far?” he asks while looking to Dean

“Honestly, everything” is all Dean says and keeps his focus on the road.

Sam continues to talk about how they continued for so long to ignore you and not even acknowledge you once. Not even for your birthday. Nothing.

Dean let him vent about the things they did cause he had nothing to say about it. He had nothing to defend himself. There was nothing to defend.

“She better be home” Dean says while pulling in front of the bunker

“Y/N” Sam yells for your name as he comes down the stairs.

“Y/n?, we’re back” Dean yells next in hopes you would be walking out the hall way.

As they look, they hear no foot steps, no door opening or closing. Nothing, they hear nothing.

Dean walks down the hall and is face to face with your bedroom door. He is hoping that you are taking a nap after feeling frustrated with your brothers. Thats his hope

Sam hopes for the same but he has a feeling you are gone.

The both knock on your door and when they heard nothing is when they walked into your room.

They see how empty your room is, Sam checked the dressers and no clothes in them. Dean looked in your night stands and saw all the guns given to you were in there.

“She left these” Dean says as he pulls out the drawer and shows Sam

“She leave anything else? Cause all her clothes are gone” Sam says while looking around your room.

All the other things were left behind, the books, the notes and everything else that you did to make your room, yours.

“Im calling her again” Dean says while pulling out his phone and calling you.

All of a sudden they hear a phone ringing, they look to each other in frustration.

“She left all her phones too” Sam says while pulling out the box from under your bed.

You debated about breaking them and throwing all of them away but you didnt bother. You just left them back at the room in the bunker.

You were hours away from Kansas and not exactly sure where you were going but youre going. Far away from your brothers, where you wouldnt be in their way anymore or just not be ignored anymore.

You left everything behind, including the weapons you were given. Everything.

Dean and Sam searched every where for you. Asked other hunters if they seen you and they got nothing. Even Castiel couldnt find you. Not even the other angels. Well then again the other angels wouldnt know you either, not like Dean or Sam took you any where to meet anyone. You only ever met Castiel once and that was it.

All Dean and Sam were reminded was just the ghost of you, roaming the halls and in the kitchen. They were defeated.

Dean was the best tracker but he couldnt track you, he couldnt.

“Son of a bitch” Dean yells as he begins to tear his room apart.

Sam is down the hall hearing his big brother tear his room apart from the anger, heart broken and frustration. He winces every time something big hits the wall or floor.

Every restaurant you went to, you ordered the things you liked to eat and not what Dean wanted or what Sam wanted. For once you did things for you.

You were free.

[devak66]

His first transformation

Eyyy i finally finished this

i thought it would be fun

word count: 1457

explaination in tags

The day starts… much better than others. Ranboo is going for a walk, paying some respects to the damage that Dream had caused to L’Manberg. The crater where it once stood. Ranboo clutched his memory book, looking at what the now imprisoned man had done. Ranboo smiled. Things were going to get better. He hadn’t heard the voice in a while, he found a new home by Phil and Techno. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Hello dreamon” Fundy’s voice chirped from behind Ranboo, making him jump, luckily he wasnt so close to the ledge he was at risk of falling into the crater but he was still spooked. He turned to face the fox with a very confused “What..?”

“Don’t play dumb with me” Fundy said with a smug smile “Dream told me a while ago. Now Dream is in prison and i want to run some tests on a real dreamon”

“I.. I’m not a dreamon. I’m half enderman-”

“And your other half is dreamon. Honestly i'm surprised i didn’t realize sooner” Fundy took a step towards Ranboo, making the hybrid step closer to the ledge

“N-no… that.. That can't be” ranboo felt his anxiety rise at this idea. It feel wrong but… what… what if Fundy is right. No. That can’t be “I… If I were, why does it matter…?”

Fundy was reaching for something in his bag “well. Ranboo, i'm a part of a little group of people called Dreamon Hunters. And if you’re at all related to a dreamon like Dream, you need to be dealt with”

Ranboo took a step back, right on the ledge. What? Related to Dream…? No.. that can't be true, can it..? “What.. does that mean…?” he glanced down as Fundy had grabbed what he was looking for and with a quick movement had produced a bottle of something and splashed it on Ranboo, who screamed in pain and fell backwards. What Fundy had splashed on Ranboo was not just any water, it was prime water, something very dangerous to dreamons. “Holy shit..” Fundy said looking over the edge, Ranboo had landed on a decent sized ledge, clutching his new burn. The stress and raw emotion of this situation was making Ranboo’s body change.. and transform “it worked!” Fundy smiled

Ranboo’s horns grew longer, as did many of his features. His fingers became closer to claws as a growl grew in his throat. This is when Fundy realized “wait.. it worked” he backed up a few steps when he heard what could be described as a sheik of rage. Fundy quickly pulled out his communicator and sent a message to Tubbo “dreamon. L’Manberg crater. Hurry” he looked up to see the creature that was earlier Ranboo use his longer limbs and claws to pull himself out of the pit

Fundy started to back away from the very angry dreamon “H-hey… ranboo… i can guess youre a little angry” he reached for his bag. Ok.. take inventory. Sword, hoe(of course for defending against dreamons), and.. Perfect. A bottle. Fundy triumphantly pulled it out to find.. Empty. Fuck “C-come on.. It wasnt personal a-and in my defence… it was for research and I didn’t think it would work” that was the exact wrong thing to say. The dreamon roared in rage and charged. Fundy turned tail and ran, checking his communicator with hopes that Tubbo was nearby, but he couldn't tell because tubbo hadnt responded. After several sharp turns, the fox had made it to the holy land. Dreamonic ranboo skid to a stop just at the border, not even trying to step onto the land of prime, he did try to rake his claws at Fundy, who was thankfully just out of range. Fundy’s communicator chirped with a notification. Fundy took it out and glanced at the dreamon pacing the border. Waiting. Fundy checked the message, it was from tubbo, that said ‘A dreamon! Holy shit! Where are you so you can tell me more’ 

Fundy responded with a simple ‘I’m at church prime, barely escaped it. Be careful when you get here, it's still roaming’ Tubbo gave a quick response and Fundy looked at the beast. It’s eyes held a rage that Fundy didn’t know Ranboo could even have. Moving to the safer space of the church, he glanced over to the dreamon, who was pacing by the border of the holy land.

After a few minutes, Tubbo walked in, wearing his dreamon hunting clothes, looking over at hi compatriot “I messaged Sapnap but he said he’s busy doing something with Karl and Quackity”

Fundy sighed “Then it’s just the two of us”

“How did dream even get out of prison. I thought that place was inescapable”

“It’s not Dream. Its someone else. I thought you’d be able to tell when you saw it” Fundy felt a twinge of panic at what he knew was coming of Tubbo’s response

“I didnt see any dreamon” tubbo saw the fear in Fundy’s eyes

“We need to go. Now. before someone else finds it. Someone who cant defend themself” Fundy was ready to go, as he had already filled some bottles with prime water. Tubbo nodded and turned to leave, Fundy following after “I doubt we’ll be able to do the ritual, but with any hope we can weaken it enough to transform back to normal form”

“You saw the dreamon transform.. Holy shit” as they passed over the border  of the holy land, Tubbo thought to ask a very important question “If not Dream, who is the dreamon?” 

Before Fundy could answer, a roar echoed through the air, startling some birds. Fundy reached for a bottle of prime water, looking around quickly trying to pinpoint where the sound came from, before he saw it. Long thin limbs ending with clawed almost paws. Those red eyes completely ignored Tubbo as it charged, running on all fours, to kill the bastard who burned him in the first place. It was more difficult to tell with the burns on his body, but the white of his skin was creeping further as he was in this form longer. It was barely noticable as it hasnt been too long but anyone who knows Ranboo well would be able to tell. Before he could lunge he heard a the voice of his best friend, in absolute shock, say “Ranboo?”

Ranboo, if you could call this dreamonic form Ranboo, skidded to a stop, basically sitting on the ground like a dog. “Ranboo.. Is .. his other half is Dreamon..” Tubbo was dumbfounded, but he did notice how ready Fundy was to use his prime water “Fundy! Put that away, this is our friend!”

“That thing isnt ranboo! Its a monster using his form to trick you!” Fundy replied, hearing the growl growing from Ranboo.

 “Fundy. Stop. We.. we can try to snap him out of this..” Tubbo said

“Are you kidding! It doesnt care about you! It will kill you at it’s first chance”

“Stop. We are doing this and that is final. Understood fundy?” Tubbo was getting angry, fundy didnt say anything “we.. just need to remind him of who he is” Tubbo looked at the dreamon. He had calmed down, his tail swaying a bit like a cat’s. On his back was a small set of insectoid wings, Nowhere near large enough to use to fly. Neat.

“Ranboo.. Do you remember who i am?” Tubbo tried, only getting a tilted head in response “I.. I’ll take that as a no.. I’m Tubbo, you-”

“This isnt going to work. If you want to remind him of who he is-”

“Fundy..”

“Who he is is a fucking coward” fundy looked straight at the dreamon, who seemed to actually flinch at that “When i first heard what he believed i thought he was an indecisive, insane spineless fuck but when i realized he was right and wanted to join him to continue what he believed he left me like everyone in my fucking life” Ranboo seemed to be slouching.. Or at least.. Smaller.. Closer to his normal size, he backed up a bit away from the angry fox “and even now when he could so easily kill me, youre being a fucking coward” Ranboo whimpered

“Fundy enough”. Tubbo was looking at the dreamon. Ranboo was about his normal size but his eyes were still that red. “Ranboo.. Its o-” Ranboo had gotten up and made a run for it in the opposite direction, Tubbo was angry “fundy what the fuck!”

“Looks like it worked”

“Thats not my point!”

“Hes half dreamon. Hes a danger and if you dont understand that then i will deal with him if he ever goes to that state again. Understood, Tubbo?” Fundy glared

[neo-obidala]

The Nature of Evil

So....I woke up in the middle of the night with but one thought in my head. What if Obi-Wan was a padawan during Order 66? And thus, this AU was born. 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25997875

There was something wrong. So terribly wrong. The force screamed in agony all around Obi-Wan as he sat crouched in a hall, checking over his shoulder obsessively. They had descended upon the temple not even an hour past. Clones, led by a cloaked figure shrouded in darkness so thick it clung to all life around it, choking and smothering. Obi-Wan knew how un-jedi like it was, but he was utterly terrified. As soon as the small army had crossed the once hallow threshold, they'd unleashed a barrage of blaster fire upon everything that moved. This, mixed with the wicked flash of a blue lightsaber would forever haunt the young padawan.

Smoke stung at his eyes as he peered around the corner. With bated breath, Obi-Wan watched as a small initiate was back into a corner by three clone troopers. Upon further inspection, Obi-Wan's chest tightened to find he recognized the small, dark haired human boy. Darin, his name was Darin. Obi-Wan had seen him around, especially in the archives, ever the studious young Jedi initiate. The force thrummed around them as the clones drew closer, like a hunter to its prey. It was cruel, Obi-Wan decided, for the clones to prolong Darin's seemingly inevitable fate. But then again. What was he himself doing, running around and hiding. They were bound to find him sooner or later.

He threw himself back around the corner and squeezed his eyes shut, stifling a choked sob as the sound of blasters echoed through the corridor. Darin didnt even have time to scream, Obi-Wan realized in a stuttering heartbeat.He had to get out of there. He had to get out of the temple, or else they would find him and they would kill him too.

Pulling himself together, Obi-Wan stealthily darted across the hall while the clones still had their backs to him as one nudged Darin's body with his foot. Struggling not to choke on his tears and the guilt of not having his saber, of being unable to stop the clones from killing Darin, Obi-Wan ran. Ducking around corners and through secret pathways only padawans knew, he finally found himself in sight of the large doors beckoning him to freedom. Obi-Wan felt his heart stop as footsteps sounded from across the behemoth foyer.

Desperately Obi-Wan fought to control his fear and cover his force signature as the cloaked leader of the attack came into view, his lightsaber humming ominously. He could feel that dark cloud again, the one that followed this man. Was he a jedi, Obi-Wan wondered. He had a lightsaber, but that didn't mean anything. He could've stolen it. But deep down, he knew that wasn't right.

"Sir, we weren't able to find anyone else within the temple. They're all dead." A clone appeared, addressing the cloaked man. Obi-Wan swore his heart stopped at that moment. Dead? Everyone? His classmates, his friends. All of them?

"No. There's still one. I can sense him." The voice. Why was that voice oh so familiar, Obi-Wan wondered.

"Of course, General Skywalker." The clone said, before speaking into his coms device, Obi-Wan didn't hear what was said, his mind was too busy reeling at what he'd just learned. General Skywalker? As in Knight Skywalker? As in….Anakin? No, Obi-Wan tried to console himself, no, Anakin wouldn't. He just…. He couldn't. He must've been mistaken. He had to have misheard- all thoughts of doubt went out of Obi-Wan's mind as the figure- Anakin- pulled down his hood.

Obi-Wan needed to go. Now. If he sat where he was much longer they'd find him for sure. Summoning every ounce of strength he could, Obi-Wan called on the force and shoved Anakin. All he could hope for was the element of surprise, there was no way he could fight off the man on his own. Luckily, it worked and Anakin stumbled back in shock. Seeing his chance, Obi-Wan ran. The sound of a lightsaber slashing behind him before a horrible burning sensation tore across his back. The pain was unlike anything else he'd ever felt, and Obi-Wan cried out as he stumbled to the ground. He had enough sense to roll away as blue flashing across his vision, striking the ground where Obi-Wan had been not a second before.

Thinking fast, Obi-Wan jumped to his feet to keep running. Down the steps and across the plaza, blaster fire hitting all around him as the clone troopers took notice of him. Pain overtook the padawan as a blaster bolt found its mark, striking Obi-Wan in the shoulder. Gasping, he fell back to the ground where he collapsed, unable to get up as he struggled to breath, pain over taking him.

"Leave him. He'll succumb to his injuries soon enough." He heard Anakin, the man who'd once been like a brother to him, say and it hurt. More than the thought of Anakin turning to the dark side. It cut Obi-Wan to know that he would simply leave him to die.

Distantly, Obi-Wan recognized the coppery taste in his mouth as blood and the burning in his chest as a collapsed lung. Tears now flowed freely down his face, the warm drops turning cold on the night air.

Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan blinked. Who was saying his name?

Obi wan!

The voice sounded distraught. Obi-Wan felt guilty for not responding, but it was better for whoever it was calling to him to think he was dead and leave him. Maybe they would make it out alive.

Obi-Wan, padawan please answer me.

Dimly, it dawned on Obi-Wan that voice wasn't coming from around him. It was in his head. His training bond.

Master Jinn! Obi-Wan managed to call out. It was getting harder to breathe. Please help me.

Hold on, just a little longer. I'm almost there.

I'm sorry. Obi-Wan could feel himself growing weaker, his choked breaths turning to struggled gasps as blood dribbled down his chin. Master I- I think I'm dying.

Just a little longer, little one, please, just hold on.

The world was dimming around him as Obi-Wan fought against the urge to close his eyes, knowing that if he did, he would never open them again. It was so hard, the promising sweet embrace of death was oh so tempting. He'd never been good with the living force, but Obi-Wan clung to it, knowing if the living force were to leave him now it would never come back.

I'm so tired.

"I know, Obi-Wan, I've got you now. Just a little longer. You're doing so well." Qui-Gon's voice came from above Obi-Wan now as a large hand settled into his hair. “I’ve got you now.”

“Mster” Obi-Wan moaned weakly.

“Shh, don’t speak, little one. Save your strength.” Qui-Gon whispered as he carefully scooped Obi-Wan up, holding him close to his broad chest. Obi-Wan found it increasingly hard not to give into his exhaustion now that he felt safe in the security in his Master’s arms.

This is nice. Obi-Wan finally allowed his eyes to drift shut.

Stay with me, Obi-Wan. Please. Qui-Gon held on to his padawan a little tighter.

I’m sorry. Obi-Wan couldn’t fight it any longer and slipped into the inviting embrace, feeling as though he’d been swaddled in velvet.

”Obi-Wan, it’s time to get up. Come on.” Qui-Gon snorted, running his fingers over the short strands of coppery hair.

“Mmmmhhhmmph.” Obi-Wan moaned, scrunching up his face and pushing it further into the pillow.

“You have until the kettle boils.” Qui-Gon smiled, and Obi-Wan relaxed, knowing Qui-Gon wouldn’t turn the stove to full heat, almost, but not quiet, allowing the boy a few spare minutes to rest before getting up and making a mandatory appearance for breakfast.

It seemed to Obi-Wan that he’d only just closed his eyes when the shrill whistle of the kettle startled him from his light doze. Suddenly remembering he was supposed to be up by now, Obi-Wan rolled out of bed, the sheets tangling in his legs, causing him to crash into the floor below.

“Obi-Wan, are you quite alright?” A slightly amused voice came from the doorway. Looking up, he was met with the mirth filled gaze of his master.

“I’m sorry, Master, I know you said to be up by the time the kettle whistled, but I couldn’t help it, I just fell back asleep. I didn’t mean to.” Obi-Wan rushed to explain himself.

“Oh padawan,” Qui-Gon chuckled warmly, “Hurry up now.” Obi-Wan watched the giant of a man turn, closing the door behind him to leave Obi-Wan to get ready.

Standing up, carefully this time, Obi-Wan pulled on a fresh pair of trousers and a tunic, wrapping it around himself before tying it. Next came the tabards and belt, great care placed into the wearing of the items. Running his fingers through the kinked hair of his unwound padawan braid, gently untangling the knots that formed overnight.

Blinking, Obi-Wan stepped out into the main living area of their shared living space, the smell of fresh porridge filling the air with a thick homely scent. Qui-Gon was sat at the kitchen table, a bowl and a cup of bitter tea in front of him with a holo pad no doubt containing the daily news in his hand.

“Sorry I took so long, master.” Obi-Wan slid into his seat where his own bowl and cup of tea sat.

“Not to worry, Obi-Wan, you’ll just have to take a longer meditation this evening.” Qui-Gon spoke with a gentle smile. Obi-Wan bowed his head politely to acknowledge Qui-Gon’s words before lifting the tea cup to his lips, gently blowing on the steam curling upwards. Taking a sip, Obi-Wan hid a smile behind the rim of the cup. The tea was lighter brew then Qui-Gon’s, with a sweet nectar added to Obi-Wan’s preference. Silently, Obi-Wan sent a wave of gratitude across their bond before setting down the cup and picking up his spoon to eat.

Silently, master and padawan finished their breakfast in companionable silence. A glance at the chrono made Obi-Wan’s head hurt, and he blinked his eyes, quickly looking away.

“It’s almost time for class,” Qui-Gon confirmed. “Are you feeling alright, Obi-Wan?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I don’t know what happened.” Obi-Wan shook his head, ridding himself of the last of the dull throbbing in his temples. Qui-Gon looked at him through his eyebrows, smuggly reminding Obi-Wan of each time he’d minimized an injury or illness. “I promise, Master. I feel fine.” Obi-Wan smiled at his Master.

“Very well then, you better hurry up and get your stuff.” Qui-Gon playfully shooed Obi-Wan off. Smiling, the boy jumped up and ran off to his room to gather his holos and bag. “Just make sure that I don’t have to pick you up from the healer’s wing.” Qui-Gon called out after him.

Still smiling, Obi-Wan scooped his stuff together before pulling on his boots, the supple leather fitting comfortably on his feet. Throwing his bag over his shoulder, Obi-Wan reappeared back in the main living area, where Qui-Gon gave him an approving look before standing up from his seat. Coming to stand in front of him, Qui-Gon smiled down softly and picked up the loose strands of Obi-Wan’s braid and began to weave it back into its proper form, taking the beads from Obi-Wan as he handed them to him and placing them in the braid.  

“There,” Qui-Gon allowed the finished braid to drop from his fingertips to rest on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “now off to class with you. You don’t want to be late.”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan bowed quickly before taking his leave. Stepping out into the hall, Obi-Wan stopped as he looked around, suddenly feeling lost and not knowing which way to go.

Class, he was supposed to go to class. But which way was class? Taking a step, Obi-Wan found his feet seemed to know where to go on their own, so he relaxed, content to allow his feet to carry him where he needed to be.

“Obi-Wan!” The shout caused Obi-Wan to pause as he looked around for it’s source. “Obi-Wan!” He could’ve sworn it sounded like Qui-Gon. Why was Qui-Gon yelling for him? “Obi-Wan? Are you alright?” A mon calamari face appeared in front of him. She looked at him quizzically before repeating her question, placing a gentle webbed hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Coruscant to Obi-Wan! It’s me, Bant.”

“Bant?” Obi-Wan looked at her now, and it all came back. Bant! Bant Eerin, his best friend. “Bant!” Obi-Wan let the happiness he felt bleed into his voice as he looked at her as if seeing Bant for the first time in months.

“Geeze,” Bant rolled her eyes, “Are you feeling well?”

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what happened. I-” Obi-Wan stopped short when he noticed something on Bant’s tunic. The more he looked at it, tried to wrap his mind around it, his head hurt. Like before, when he’d tried to look at the chrono.

“Common, we should get to class.” Bant tugged on his sleeve, leading Obi-Wan into the awaiting classroom.

The day continued normally until Obi-Wan sat down with his tray at lunch and happened to look around. Every padawan and initiate he looked at. The masters and knights too, there was something off with their robes. Something….wrong. Had Qui-Gon had something off with his robes too this morning? Obi-Wan couldn’t remember. He didn’t think so. Looking down at his own tunic and tabard Obi-Wan could find nothing obviously wrong with his own attire. The more he tried to figure out what was wrong, the more his head hurt, so Obi-Wan resolved to ignore it, whatever it was.

As he continued through his day; saber practice, basic arithmetics, navigation, history, all of it seemed completely normal yet alien all at once. Obi-Wan’s head had been reduced to a dull ache every time he went to read a chrono or looked too hard at his classmates, though that was nothing compared to the pain that had split through his head when he spotted Knight Skywalker and decided to stop and talk to him. Everytime Obi-Wan looked Anakin in the eyes, something was different. So different, yet Obi-Wan couldn’t put his finger on what was different, and why it was bad.

Finally resolving that he simply didn’t get enough sleep the night before, Obi-Wan stumbled into his quarters later in the afternoon, gently massaging his temples to rid himself of the remainder of the headache talking with Anakin had left him with.

“Good afternoon, Obi-Wan.” Looking up, Obi-Wan could see his Master sitting crossed legged on the living room floor, his eyes closed and his hands splayed across his knees.

“Sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation.” Obi-Wan gently set his bag down.

“Nonsense.” Qui-Gon still hadn’t opened his eyes, but waved Obi-Wan over to join him.

Sitting down across from him, Obi-Wan adopted the same pose and closed his eyes, joining Qui-Gon in meditation. The force flowed freely between the two beings, like a river flowed suredly from the peaks of a mountain out to the sea. And what a sea Obi-Wan was. Had always been. His presence in the force had always held a certain depth to it, Qui-Gon mused within his own meditation. Somehow this was the most peaceful Obi-Wan had felt all day. Reaching for the living force around them, Obi-Wan became confused when it was harder than usual to grasp. Normally it was like trying to grab soap through water, but now, now it was like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands. It simply kept slipping away from his grasp.  

“Master-” Obi-Wan felt fear shoot through him. Where was the living force? What was happening?

“Relax, Obi-Wan. It’s alright. Why don’t we try again later?” Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look at Qui-Gon when he spoke. He liked looking at Qui-Gon, he was the only one who didn’t hurt his head when he looked at him like everyone else did. Qui-Gon looked….normal. “Besides, it’s about dinner time, I’d reckon.” Qui-Gon unfolded his long legs and stood before offering Obi-Wan a hand to pull himself up with. Taking the offered appendage, Obi-Wan moved to stand as well. “Go, finish your assignments, I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” Qui-Gon spoke as he nudged Obi-Wan towards his room.

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan said as he bent down to pick up his bag before stepping into his room.

Sitting down at his desk, Obi-Wan pulled the holo pads and flimsy out of his bag and set to work. It felt too easy, as if he’d done the same work a thousand times before. But...he’d only just learned half of it that day, hadn’t he? Maybe they’d touched on some of the materials the day before? Obi-Wan thought back to yesterday, but stopped when he found nothing. Why couldn’t he remember anything from the day before? What had he eaten for breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Obi-Wan couldn’t remember. Nor could he remember what he’d done in class that previous day.

Suddenly Obi-Wan pushed his academic work away from him as if it had burned him. What was wrong with him? Obi-Wan pushed his hands into his hair and grasped at it. The whole day had felt like a waking dream. Vaguely, Obi-Wan became aware of an itching sensation across his back. When he reached back to scratch at it, the itching stopped.

“Obi-Wan, dinner!” Qui-Gon called out, and Obi-Wan looked to the door.

“Coming!” Obi-Wan answered before standing up from his chair.

Sitting down across from Qui-Gon at the table, Obi-Wan felt a cool wave of calm wash over him once again. Obi-Wan found he didn’t want to leave his Master’s presence.

“How was your day, Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked as he set a bowl of thick stew down in front of the boy.

Obi-Wan hesitated before answering, “It- I don’t know. I-” Obi-Wan stopped as he looked back up at the chrono again. Then it snapped and everything hit him like a ton of bricks. Looking back at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan realized what had been wrong with Bant’s robes. With everyone’s robes except himself and Qui-Gon. It had been blood, blood staining their tunics. Anakin, his eyes. They were a sickly sulfuric yellow. Yellow like gold. Like fire. Like a Sith’s.

“Obi-Wan?” Obi-Wan met Qui-Gon’s gaze.

“The chrono,” Was all Obi-Wan could say, “it’s moving backwards.” All day. Every chrono he had looked at, they were all moving counter-clockwise.

“Oh, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon sounded sad. Why did he sound sad?

Obi-Wan went to speak but was stopped short by a searing pain across his back. Obi-Wan cried out helplessly while Qui-Gon looked on sadly. It hurt. It hurt so much. The world around him was blurring, whether it was from pain or his tears, Obi-Wan couldn’t say, but soon black spots began to dance in his vision before everything went black.

It was cold. Why was it so cold.Weren’t the halls of healing warmer than this? Obi-Wan was sure they’d been much warmer the last time he’d been subjected to a visit. Peeling his eyes open, Obi-Wan immediately squeezed them shut again as bright light assaulted him.

“Obi-Wan?” A shadow crossed in front of him. “Obi-Wan.” A hand grasped at his own. “If you can hear me, squeeze my hand, little one.”  Obi-Wan obeyed to the best of his ability, finding that the simple act of moving his hand felt like the hardest thing in the world.

Qui-Gon smiled at the small twitch of Obi-Wan's hand in his own. "Easy now. I've dimmed the lights, can you try to open your eyes?"  

Obi-Wan was more timid this time, and took a moment to prepare himself before cracking his eyes open. However, unlike last time, he was met with his Master's face peering over him, the dim light shining around his head like a halo.  

"Master?" The word pulled at Obi-Wan's throat as he tried to speak, scratching and scraping.

"Shh," Qui-Gon moved to help him sit up before offering him a glass of water. "Here, drink this." Obi-Wan moved his hand to grasp at the cup, grateful when Qui-Gon covered Obi-Wan's shakey ones with his own. "Slowly," he urged. When he was finished, Qui-Gon set the glass aside.

"Happy to see you, we are." A familiar creaky voice spoke from somewhere to his left, and when Obi-Wan looked he was met with an even more familiar wrinkled green face.

"Master Yoda." Obi-Wan spoke, his voice steadier now, though barely above a whisper.

"Worried, you had us, young Obi-Wan." Yoda moved closer to the padawan.

"Obi-Wan, do you remember what happened?" Qui-Gon gently demanded his attention.

"I-" Obi-Wan stopped short as a sob escaped him. "They're dead aren't they?" Qui-Gon only nodded solemnly.

The moment before Qui-Gon spoke seemed to stretch into eternity. "We are all that survived the purge, it would seem."

"Us?" Obi-Wan whispered, feeling tears gather in the corners of his eyes. "Just….us."

Yoda bowed his head, his ears dropping a level as he hummed both in conformation and remorse.

"What are we going to do?" Obi-Wan asked, suddenly feeling more grown up then he should.

"Go into hiding, we shall. Separate, we must." Yoda said.

"Obi-Wan, you and I will go together. I promised I would see to it that you became a Jedi. We will go to the unknown region where we will complete your training." Qui-Gon reached for Obi-Wan’s padawan braid, the edges singed from when the lightsaber had struck at him.

“Very well. Leave, as soon as Padawan Kenobi is well enough to travel, you will.” Yoda nodded, leaving no room for argument as he left the room, leaving Master and Padawan alone.

“Why?” Obi-Wan whispered. “Why would he do something so dark? So evil?” The sudden surge of maturity Obi-Wan had felt before left him, leaving him feeling like a creche-ling.

“Evil is only evil when done by those who were once good. And more often than not, we never know the reason why. Such is the nature of evil.” Qui-Gon sighed, once again fingering Obi-Wan’s braid. “For now we must simply live, my young padawan, live and let go. But never forget. Rest,” Qui-Gon tucked the blankets securely around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “rest and heal. When you awaken, together we shall face a new world.”

[benjaminkido]

Wrote this about a a year or so ago, should I finish it?

He sees all within his path

Past, present, future

Not many have been able to undermine his ability

Realities play in his head like songs, each predictable. Verse, chorus, bridge, end.

He was waiting for the right tune.

There was a song he saw that he could not ignore

The tune could not shake him

He knew that this had to play out, no skipping, no saving for later.

He had to cross paths with the Seeker of Limitless Passion

The seeker would not give up on his quest. His love almost infinite, only relenting to the fact that it could not be returned fully. The seeker was granted many abilities to achieve his goal. The voice of a siren, the eyes of a hawk, the legs of a gazelle, all arranged and aligned to allow him to travel great distances, impress those who may have been worthy, and to find any flaw that would be unacceptable. The seeker knew not of the future like the Ruler did, but knew that his goal would be achieved through faith.

The seeker left the land he called home for his quest was not over. It was a xcx dparadise. Water and fruit was abundant. Riches were at his disposal for the man the seeker last embraced was a King. He reigned over swaths of land filled with gold, silver, and people of many talents. The king was grateful for his bounty and ruled fairly. Thus the flaw came for when his love for his people wained against his love for

the seeker, it caused the king to view his lands and people as possessions and not responsibilities. The seeker knew that the king's love was not limitless for he could forsake his own people for him. In the dead of night, under the three moons that race across the sky like shooting stars, he fled. He was not fearful of the King's wrath for he knew that he would place his heart back unto his people and that vengeance was not a trait of his now former love. He traversed the barren desert that extended for miles and miles trying to escape the heartbreak and move onto his true mate. Then he is suddenly stopped in his tracks. A figure approaches and strikes him with a feeling he has yet to grasp. The seeker could not move, for he knew this figure was important. The ruler was coming into view, and the seeker was drawn into his aura. The ruler stopped feet away from the seeker, his hands clasped together and robes fluttering across the landscape like an apparition, making him seem all the more mystical, intriguing.

The ruler gestured calmy and spoke

"I know who you are and what you need. I come bringing just that" the Ruler said with a reassuring smile.

"Who are you? What brings you to me and makes you this confident that you are what you say you are" the seeker says inquisitively, still frozen

"I am a Ruler, unlike the one you are fleeing now"

The seeker is now even more mystified by this creature that has appeared in front of him. The red robes almost envelope all of his line of sight. He stands in front of him with a confidence that he cannot describe. He does not understand how he knows him, but his instinct tells him to listen more, he is no threat. His skin smooth like silk, almost blending in with the sands surrounding them both. His eyes were like topaz surrounded by onyx, nothing like he had ever seen. The seeker is not easily impressed, yet He wanted to know what this ruler has that the last one didnt.

"What land do you rule? If you are what you say, where are your armies? Surely you come to take the King's most prized possessions, including me." Says the seeker, trying to match the Ruler's confidence.

"I rule destiny, my kingdom is not physical, yet it takes form with every second that passes and comes. I sense your hesitation, and understand your hearts journey. I've come only for you and do not see you as a possession, but as a companion."

"Destiny?" The seeker scoffs.

"Riddles are futile, I see past flowery words and phrases. How do you know I flee my King and what I seek?"

"You are the Seeker of Limitless Passion. Your heart cannot fully love if you cannot find one who loves equally like you. You flee your King as his love was only enough for you and not his people. I'm here first to assure you that you have made the right decision, and second to give you the love you seek." Says the ruler, with a voice that nearly weakens the seeker. The ruler does have a way with words, he doesn't want to give away too much, but just enough to sway the seeker into his understanding.

"Are you a spy? A medium? How do you know this"

"I am the Ruler of Cosmic Vision." He gives in to the seeker

"I have already seen the effect you will have on me and I, you. I have seen all realities with you and know that you will be mine, and I yours. Can I be any clearer?" The ruler says with a smile that's returned by the Seeker.

"I'm not convinced" the seeker says, testing the ruler to see if he can predict his next move

"You plan to test my strengths, ok" the ruler says, and in an instant he is only a breath away from the seeker

The seeker turns to run the opposite direction as he never seen anyone move like this. He no longer feels safe and begins to run. He turns back after 10 strides and the Ruler never leaves where he stood. When he turns back around the Ruler grabs him by his waist, the momentum of his run throwing his lips onto his. At this moment the seeker sees everything. The Ruler of Cosmic Vision has existed since the beginning. There have been many forms of him, his current lasting the longest. The seeker sees a lifetime a second and is so overwhelmed everything goes black. The seeker awakes to a beautiful melody. He remembers everything in an instant and leaps from the bed he lays. His clothes had been changed. He turns and sees a harp taller than 3 men, playing on it's own as if an invisible giant had been playing. The room is bathed in indigo, canary, and rouge, like the new clothes he wears. The fabric felt like the clouds he touched in his first home on the peaks of the greatest ranges in the land. He too much didnt care for the colors, but he felt a strange peace where he was. Reality kicks in.

"I know not where I am or who this man is to keep me like this" the seeker ponders to himself

"There must me truth to him for no man could move like he does, but why me? He could have anyone. What makes my goal so important if he can see all realities and all lifetimes?"

"It is because my destiny cannot avoid yours" says the ruler.

This time he has a piece of fabric that completely encases him, showing every curve and angle of his frame. The same shades of indigo, rouge and canary are splayed across his body. All that is exposed is his face, his hair, and his hands and feet. He had locs that cascaded down to his knees and his eyes were more piercing than ever.

Again checking back into reality the seeker exclaims

"Is this how you show love? Stealing me away like a thief in the night? What is this trickery you do. How do instruments play without hands? What do..." the seeker is cut off by the ruler who again is in front of him without taking a step..

"You wanted to be stolen. You seek limitless passion and I have it for you here in my home. Your heart is destined to belong to me. It's like a song I cannot stop hearing. This melody, is my love for you. I made this to represent what you have, are and will be to me, for you have strummed me long before you could lay one finger on me. This reality, this life, is what you have already asked for and been given, and I cannot avoid this any longer, and neither should you"

The seeker cannot understand.

"I believe what you are now, but why now, if you love me like you say, why allow me to lie with the King? With the Hunter? With the Sorceress?"

"Would you know what you seek had u not been with them? I cannot interfere with what you are meant to experience, only guide you to what you are deserved" the ruler says, arms open showing the seeker the true expanse of his realm.

"Your treasures mean nothing to me for it is the heart that I cherish more than anything else"

"My heart is where you are my love"

The seeker is frozen. What does he mean? He thinks to himself

"The King took you for he knew you would flee him. He poisoned you and knew that the harder you ran, the faster you would perish" says the ruler, with a tear trickling down his face"

"You are not dead, yet you are not alive in the physical realm"

"BLASPHEMY!!!!" The seeker screams. This is becoming a nightmare for him and he does not want to continue with this anymore, and just like that he wakes up.

"My love" whispers the King as the seeker jumps out of the bed startled.

"Have I frightened you? My love dont be afraid, you had a bad dream, come lay with me. I will bring you back to the world you belong to"

The seeker is still startled, thinking to himself it felt so real....

The seeker was distant for most of the day. He sat on the throne with his King while the daily duties were taken care of. The smile that the seeker loved to share with his people was nowhere to be found, and the king was not pleased with this as his heart was attached to his. Whatever the seeker felt, so did he.

"What disturbs you my love? My heartaches when yours does, I cannot allow you to be this way... what can I do to make you feel at ease?"

"I feel that I have overstayed my welcome" the seeker says, completely taking the king from anguish to anger

"Your welcome? You have stayed too long with me? The love of your life?"

"You look too much into what I care, why do you not tend to your people out west? Beyond the river? They need you more than me. Why wait on me like a servant?"

The king is now enraged

"Surely you dont mean this? You question my authority and scold me for making you my companion? For making you king of my heart?"

"No, I know your love for me, but you have forgotten your people in exchange for it and I cannot allow it."

"Who has your heart? For I feel you have given it to someone else! I never hear u speak this until now!"

The king cannot take anymore from his love. The logic the seeker gives is unsatisfactory and he feels his heart breaking, slowly turning cold. His jealousy rarely shows its face but he can only come to this conclusion based on his past loves and does not know how else to react. He has the seeker taken back to their room and locked away until he understands that he is his and his alone.

The seeker never wanted to end it like this. He knows that some men cannot be confronted with their flaws for they only fight back in an uglier way. Now he, too is heartbroken.

"Was it all really a dream? I don't understand it, any of it, will I ever find what I seek? How long will I be in this room? How could I escape?"

The king suddenly opens the door, carrying a large flask of the seeker's favorite wine.

"I've come to beg forgiveness my love. I do not know where your heart is, but I know mine is in your ownership, and I cannot allow you to return it"

The seeker feels slight relief, then the dream comes back to him

"I accept your apology my love, but my soul has been through a great deal today. Just lay with me, all is forgiven"

The king hesitates "Are u sure my love? My token of gratitude will go to waste if we just lay with it full"

"Yes my King, I have no appetite for wine" The king relents and they lay together, yet the seeker never closes his eyes.....

Title: The Ruler Of Cosmic Vision

[baddyxangel]

well...that was an...experience.

spoiler

ok babies so i finally finished ALL of teen wolf and umm...wow . im gonna go ahead and share my thoughts, i think im gonna split this into 2 posts 1 where i talk about the characters individually and 1 where i just speak in general

6B never happened, I've never heard of it, never seen it, never touched it, never smelled it and i dont think i wanna see anything anymore.

starting with our MC we have scott, the indecisive, pure, irritating, "true alpha". now my problems with scott are honestly just preferrence but still somewhat justified . if you're familiar with comics you know that we always have our hero who believes and tries his best to save EVERYBODY including his enemies, and he is the "if i kill them i'll be just as bad as them" type. now the issue i have with this trope is that its just annoying and naive , I've always been more of a wonder woman type myself personally i dont see this issue with killing 1 person who has killed hundreds or dozens. Scott in most cases is very...bland ? very cookie cutter goody two shoes type, naive and a little bit soft, and for how gassed up true alphas are he is EXTREMELY underwhelming and one is his only saving graces for me is me being attracted to him.

he lets some of the most dangerous people in his universe roam freely because there is a "line" he wont cross and while i get those are his morals and his code i just personally couldnt fuck with it if i was in pack. his innocence meshes more well with ignorance. AND FOR FUCKS SAKE LET THIS MAN BE FUCKING SINGLE

also this was added in post: he's best on screen when he has other people with him to actually show he had some kind of personality besides "me help people" is what I've noticed. specifically stiles, derek and isaac tbh. i think one of my fav scott moments is "im the hot girl 🙂" and isaac saying "yes you are 👍🏽"

Stiles now we all know stiles, the best friend, the brains of the operation, the sarcastic and funny one who lightens the mood. Now stiles is one of my favorites (surprise surprise) because he's not infuriating to me i dont think I've ever been frustrated with mr.stilinski. he's essentially scotts polar opposite but not really if you get what i mean ? idk i love him, moving on.

Allison- i like her. got on my nerves after her coocoo ass momma died but y know. i thought her and scott were cute and i would've liked her to stay alive

Lydia- my favorite banshee, smart, but for some reason is always being taken hostage, attacked, injured, and put into extremely horrifying situations and i dont think i like that.

Kira- personally my fav of scotts Gf's, i think she's cute, right amount of awkward, strong, interesting and i would've loved for her kitsune to have been able to kill somebody. jeff davis obviously did her dirty with her storyline that was apparently finished even though...we still didnt get to learn that much about her powers ? whatever im upset.

Liam- dont like him . moving on. also the long hair didnt grow on me and i dont think it will.

Jackson- eat shit and die.

coach- we love you.

monroe- i could write an entire 2 hour movie script on this hoe. bitch killed 1 hellhound and start feeling ha pussy and thinking she hot shit fuck this lil girl was annoying, moving on before i keep typing.

gerard- you got what the fuck yo old ass had coming to you

peter- we love an anti hero with a sense of humor 💕 and idc he would've wrecked everybody shit in season 1

kate- girl...you are a mess of a hoe. lemme stop there before i write a book on her too.

chris- ily

melissa- someone give her an award ASAP

sherrif- you were very on and off for me

derek- baby i missed you so much, leave scott musty ass and come pack this puss-

dread doctors- these fuckers used to put fear in my soul when i was little

deaton- i dont like how he's used as a plot device.

desert wolf- LMFAOOOO

malia- i like her because she's impulsive but sometimes those impulsive tendecies make me wanna stomp her head in the ground.

deucalion- also used a plot device after his season and then died for no reason. im so sorry for what this show did to you

im missing a lot but if you drop your opinions and names in the replies i'll share my opinion on whoever i missed

Thoughts on Theo? theo- hated his manipulative ass but he is so fine so it hurt me to be screaming and cursing at my tv when he was on screen. originally i was extremely irritated and annoyed when they brought him back cause i dont think he needed to be redeemed like at all, even though i appreciate that i can love him without him being a piece of shit it was unneeded i think . id still fuck him tho

scott pissed me off cause... is theo just a great liar or does scott just hate stiles ? why would he believe theo so easily yet not ask for stiles part of the story ? its like he forgets that stiles doesnt have claws and fangs and shit so of course he's gonna do what he does to survive when y'all can't protect him 🙄 i swear their werewolf hearing only works when the plot needs it too (ik they probably need to focus to enhance their hearing but still it's so annoying-) the season is essentially based on misunderstandings tbh. everyone's lying for no reason at all. but i do like how we actually get to see the effect of their mental health but this is also what i mean when i was talking about scotts fluctuating intelligence and how he's only smart when the plot needs him to be, how does he go from being the dimmest bulb in the box to being able to be in AP biology or whatever class it was. it makes no sense at all

”scott pissed me off cause... is theo just a great liar or does scott just hate stiles? why would he believe theo so easily yet not ask for stiles’ part of the story?” Because Scott McCall is a toxic friend and an even shittier werewolf (he couldn’t even detect Theo’s cheap lies and let himself be played like a fiddle throughout Season 5) And because Stiles doesn’t cater to Scott’s delusions of werewolf Jesus-hood and doesn’t stroke Scott’s ego like Theo does. Scott simply chose to believe the worst of his neurodivergent best friend – the boy who risked his own life to save his whiny ass countless times – because it suited his agenda, and because he’s pissed that Stiles didn’t share his own trauma with him like Scott wanted and demanded. SCOTT: We can’t kill the people that we’re trying to save! There’s always a choice! And yet Scott has no problem conspiring with Deucalion (Boyd and Erica’s murderer) behind everyone’s back to assassinate Josh and Tracy AND trying (but failing) to kill Gerard – selling Derek and his Pack out to the hunters, violating Derek, and using Derek as his own personal murder weapon to achieve that – just because “He threatened my mom! I had no choice!” A True Hypocrite indeed