#i donno if this makes sense

[memyselfandtheemperor]

You think that Palpatine had tried to kill Anakin if he Will not accept to join the dark side

That´s a great question.

In the movies I think he was 100 % sure Anakin will not refuse joining him. However if that wasn´t the case, I don´t think he would have killed him. He was too valuable. His midiclorian count was too good to throw it away.

So I would imagine he would have defeated Anakin and make him his prisioner. Assuming Padmé fled with Obi wan and both are in hiding. Palps would have extracted some Anakin reproductive cells and used them to get some random slaves or whatever pregnant with them.

He would have fertilized several women just to obtain the best possible offspring. The discarded ones would probably end up as inquisitors.

Meanwhile He would have contacted Maul, and rehired him as an apprentice/ part time baby sitter until the chosen baby was old enough to kick ass.

Of course he would indulge every now and then in some Anakin touching.

[asjjohnson]

In the Ultimate Enemy episode, Dan's response to Sam and Tucker while he's pretending to be Danny might say something important about how he thinks.

"I beat my other self quite easily."

Yeah... Tucker did ask if Danny had beat him, so it might just be a direct response to that. But the line had stuck with me last time I'd played that scene to reference something. It sounded kinda... odd. And, the sentence started drifting around in my mind today.

Danny beating an older version of himself with ten years more experience and strength ...and 'quite easily' at that?

Dan feeling the need to brag about besting someone, even when he's inventing a story and is technically the bested one in the scenario? Even when it would be more believable to say something else? Does he care that much about being the 'winner'?

Has Dan been viewing the world these past years as a long string of wrestling/boxing matches, all about proving who is the clear winner? Is it all about winning against something to him? Winning against different ghosts, against the shield, against Valerie, against life?

And, his past self, Danny, doesn't even do much fighting against Dan in the episode. That's part of why the line feels so strange.

When Dan starts his impersonation and claims Danny had defeated him really easily, Danny hadn't even tried fighting him. Danny had tried to flee without fighting.

And, after the trip to the future, Danny was doing the same thing over and over in the episode. Not 'fleeing' but 'making sure people are safe'. Choosing people over fights. Danny wanted to take off his time medallion and return to his time, because he'd realized that's what Sam and Tucker did and they were back in their time. He wasn't trying to stop Dan then, he was trying to get to his friends. And, when Dan and Valerie fought, Danny didn't interrupt or try to avenge her or something, he went after Valerie to make sure she was okay. Then he came back as a distraction to help Sam and Tucker get free. It wasn't until the end of the episode that Danny decided to fight his future self. And, even then, it was in order to get him out of the way so he could save his friends and family.

I've kind of gotten a vague 'winner' sense about Dan before, but I hadn't thought about why I had. But at the end of the episode, he also gives off that sense. Dan's satisfied with defeat because he still won (he thinks). It's all about the ending results for him. "I'm still here. I still exist. That means you still turn into me." and "Too weak to escape. [But] you're too late to save them."

Does he feel like he has to prove himself all the time? No one else cares about these strength matches; he's playing against himself.

[death-by-mercury]

𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚖𝚊𝚗: 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚢, 𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝙾𝚗𝚎: 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚛 (1９５８)

𝚃𝚠𝚘: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 (1９６2)

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 (1９６2)

𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍

𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚟𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚜

(1９６０)

𝚂𝚒𝚡 - 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 (1９６1)

𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

(1９６９)

𝚃𝚎𝚗: 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎

[that-dreaming-dragon]

How accessible of a [source] is your ‘types?

Slightly venty.

Recently, I’ve been playing games where you can be a draconic character, and I played as my kardiatype because its body map ([eastern] dragon, furred body, wingless) is a lot more accessible than mine (fully furred body with feathered wings, no breath weapon).

And it’s making something in me “twitchy” and “itchy”. Like I’m happy to get more connection with that dragon, but I want to feel like myself too, to wear my own “skin”, even if virtually.

It’s like, if people have different types or multiple of alterhuman identification that have stuff that are comparably more accessible in products and media in comparison to their other types. Say someone have a linkttype that is more central to their very being, then they got a hearttype that is more a afterthought but have more accessible source, and maybe someone can understand this sort of, not quite frustration, more like a :/

Edit because someone else said it much better than me

“[It’s] the idea of settling for representation of a (whatever)type that's less core to one's identity because it's more readily available than representation of one that has stronger personal relevance”

[uglypastels]

Hey can you do a coffee shop AU ab Gambit where the reader works at the shop Remy frequents? But one day there’s an attack and her mutation manifests?? Love your writing!

stick with me as I try to figure out how to write his accent lol. it's just a quick and fun lil thang but i hope you like it. [also, is this my first ever coffee shop au?? it might be. don't quote me on that tho]

warnings: slight cursing. supervillain attack.

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‘Will that be the usual, Remy?’ You already pulled out the paper cup to write his name and order on it, looking up expectantly for him to confirm your suspicion.

‘You know it, chere.’ 

‘One cafe au lait, coming up.’ You chirped with a smile, noting it down on the side of the cup. Like the well-oiled machine the two of you have become over the past weeks, he didn’t need to hear the price and just slid a five-dollar bill across the counter and pushed another exact bill through the slit of the little tip jar next to the register.

‘Well, you know,’ and just like any other time, you couldn’t help but comment on his generosity, ‘you really don’t have to do all that. It’s just coffee.’ As much as you appreciated his gesture, a twinge of guilt struck you as he practically paid double for what already was an overpriced beverage.

‘It ain't for the coffee,’ he smirked, which, with a flash of heat, immediately radiated onto your cheeks. It all happened like clockwork, and so you reminded yourself that that’s just who he was.  You were sure he did it with anyone, so you mustn’t let it get to you. To not get too hung up over a customer who made it a habit throughout his day to flirt with his barista.

‘Here ya go,’ you presented him with the drink. 

‘I donno how you do it, belle,’ Remy said after his first sip, a satisfied expression spreading over his face. ‘Perfect. Evry time.’

‘Why, thank you.’ You reciprocated his smile, but really, it was no big deal. You were just doing your job—something that was only easier considering your talents. Practically being a human heat conductor made preparing a perfect cup o’ joe fairly simple. Still, when a charming Cajun walked into your establishment and showered you in compliments on a nearly daily basis, the effect might have been a bit stronger than a one-off comment from a stranger. No matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to deny his allure. 

For a Tuesday morning, the café was surprisingly clear of customers besides a couple of taken tables at the windows, where some early birds had begun their day by reading the paper or getting a headstart on their work. And so, with no line rushing him off behind him, Remy sipped his coffee right by your side. 

‘Say, don’t you have somewhere else to be, Rem?’ you teased as you wiped the counter.

‘With a beautiful lady righ in front of me, there ain't nowhere I rather be.’

‘Oh, shush, you.’ You tried to ignore it, but the steam coming off from the once wet handtowel you used to clean was saying differently. Both of you were about to open your mouths, the snarky banter already dripping from both your lips, but that all faltered as the ground beneath you shook. The soft ambience brought on by the instrumental music playing in the background over the speakers was overrun by the aggressive shaking of all the products and measuring jugs falling to the ground. But soon, even that was silenced by the screams that followed. A stampede of morning commuters was running through the street, eyes wide and pale with fear. 

‘What the–’ you muttered out, carefully making your way to the window. Perhaps not the smartest move, but the curiosity had gotten the better of you. And it sure had; as right as you had reached your lookout point, all your senses were thrown off guard by an explosion. The world around you turned upside down— or was that just you as you were thrown off your feet and across the room following a million pieces of shattered glass? 

You were ready to fall into the puddle of shards, but instead, you were met with the hold of two strong arms, and once you dared to open your eyes, you saw a pair of glowing red ones. 

‘You alright?’ Remy put you down on the ground. 

Still, in shock, all you could respond with was a nod. You watched as Remy made his way across the glass-covered floor, calling out to the fear-stricken people in the café. 

‘Is gonna be all right, everyone.’ He helped a lady get back up on her feet and make her way to the back of the room. ‘Stay inside. Get z’away from the street.’ And even though you wanted to listen to his command, you found yourself walking back towards him. 

‘What are you doing, cher?’ With his hand on your shoulder, he held you back from taking another step. 

‘I wanna help.’ It was clear enough to you that he was about to fight whatever it was that was scaring all those people outside, and there was no way in hell you’d let him go out there on his own. 

‘Do you even know what you’re up against?’ 

‘Do you?’ you hit back, and that response clearly pleased him. The worry on his lips turned up into a smirk. So, the barista had a spark to her. It didn’t surprise him, necessarily. If anything, the excitement from seeing this side of you sparked a rush through his whole body. 

Side by side, you ran out into the street, avoiding the last few incomers who were trying their best to escape whatever it was you were about to greet. And what that was, you soon found out. All you had to do was look up into the sky.

‘Le Bon Dieu.’ Remy cursed under his breath.

‘Damn.’ You gasped at the sight of what you could only describe to be a giant robot floating above the tall buildings. Eyes glowing with a fire that burst in jetstreams of destruction.

Perhaps you were way in over your head, getting into a fight with a steel giant, fighting with a nearly complete stranger, and yet, when you looked up at him, and your eyes met, you had a feeling that you’d be just fine.

the end.

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[dingodad]

Do you have any thoughts or opinions on the "negging" the new character does, ( both literally the negging they do during the conversation and also that it is the equivelant of pestering to them)?

lots of thoughts... firstly to the fact that "negging" presumably lends some insight into the name of the species we're working with here? given that "trolls" "troll" and "cherubs" "cheer" (/"jeer"). but i don't know where that leads, and the sort of wordplay you can do with the word "negging" is kind of very limited before it goes into dicey territory LOL.

even though we already KNOW the horse aliens are called satyrs, and my suspicions lead me to think that GC is one of the sea dwellers instead - i don't want to be immediately tricked into thinking pink text = rose alien, but grey clawed hands suggest more octopus cat than horse? - all my thoughts are also really horsey? like, "negging" = kind of visually similar to "neighing", phonetically evokes "nickering"; thinking folklorically, along the same lines as "satyrs", there are also european water-horse spirits named in the vein of "nixie" / "nacky" / "nykkr". but that kind of thinking only makes sense if like, the satyrs and sea dwellers are both "negging". which seems unlikely. i donno.

the focus on explosions - combined with other references to magic - leading up to GC's computer exploding further lead me to think of these as Rose-aliens, since blowing up each other's computers was part of her wizard rivalry with Eridan. "buccal mass" is interesting in how ambiguous it is bc you can very easily imagine a big headed horse alien having a "buccal mass", but if we ARE looking at squid-cats, "up to my buccal mass" could be like, "up to my cheek-tentacles"? almost-innuendo. "high hells" instead of "high heaven" also suggests an emo race befitting of Rose's matronage.

i can only assume the slime smeared on GC's computer is the explosive "volatile material" GC is constantly surrounded by. so i guess she's covered in nitroglycerine all the time? i don't know what that means but it's a lot of fun to think about especially given how much i've been posting about slime in homestuck lately and how much beyond canon itself has been evoking cocoons. idk!

[ragzonacamrencruise]

Azutara bending swap?

hehehehe i got it.

okie hear meowt-

Aang didn't know what to think of this at all. Here's Sokka and Toph explaining their 'excellent' plan that Aang sure knows can be done successfully. But the reaction they might get out of this could be deadly.

"I- I donno, Sokka. This could be dangerous." Aang hesitates. "I've never tried it before-"

Sokka interjects. "There's always a first time for everything. And besides, they wouldn't even know what hit 'em! See, all you have to do is . . ."

And so, that night, when the complete Gaang had finally fallen asleep around their makeshift campsite in their respective tents, Sokka wakes up Aang to carry out their mission. It's very simple in Sokka's head, but it's Aang who's sweating under his knees trying not think of what might happen if-

"Shhh." Sokka holds a finger up his lips. "We need to be sleek and stealthy." He guides them through the soft grass, trying not to make a sound.

Aang cannot help but shiver. Sokka has a brilliant mind. But sometimes, just sometimes, it comes up with shitty ideas like this one and Aang cannot help but follow through with them. Call it brotherly love, or genuine curiosity, it doesn't matter.

Sokka suddenly stops before a blue tent. "I'll go and check if she's asleep. Wait for my signal, and then you can come in and do your thing." He disappears quietly inside the tent.

Aang waits patiently for what feels like an eternity but he knows it's only been a few seconds. He jumps out of his skin in jitters when Sokka's head peeks out again. "We're on."

Aang gulps, stepping inside the tent slowly. It's dark inside but he can fairly make out a figure wrapped in blankets, sound asleep. Katara's figure.

He moves near her with surprising speed, suddenly filled with the urge to get this over quickly. He kneels down before placing one thumb on Katara's forehead gently and the other thumb on her chest wrapped in blanket.

A blinding bluish glow fills up the tent before dying down as quickly as it came.

Aang then repeats the process, and this time, an orange glow fills up the tent and dies down again. When Aang opens his eyes, Katara's still sleeping like a log, exhausted from the day's work and training.

One down, one to go.

---

Aang has always been an early bird. But today, he doesn't wanna wake up. Or at least, doesn't wanna sit up and join the others. He's been up all night anyways. Although, he can hear everything that's happening around the camp as clearly as a spirit lake.

That is, Sokka screaming his lungs out. "ZUKO! I CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE FIRE GOING FOR BREAKFAST!! WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND FIREBEND!!!!"

Aang knows Zuko's still in bed like an old lady. But what he didn't expect is to hear Azula's voice.

"I can help with that." She says smugly.

Aang peeps one eye open, not wanting to miss out on the fun but at the same time, not wanting to get caught in crossfire when things go south too.

Sokka gives her a knowing smirk. "Sure you can." He says sarcastically.

"Now, now, Sokka. Is this how you treat a Fire Princess who's trying to become go- GOO-" She chokes on the word. "God damn it! I can't even say the word!!"

"Well, if you insist . . ." Sokka trails off before standing up and moving aside.

Azula takes a deep breath calming her posture. But it really seems like Aang is the one who's supposed to be taking deep breaths cuz he fears after a minute, these are going to be his final.

When the Fire Princess jumps high, spinning mid-air to deliver a perfectly executed firebending kick, a hugh blob of water appears out of no where, and splashes on the firewood stacked under the pot meant for breakfast, drenching it wet. The force of the splash is so high, Azula gets drenched as well, following Sokka, who's jaw is practically on the floor by now.

Azula is the first to come to her senses. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Aang notices Toph's face turn red as she's trying to hold in her laughter. Azula, not believing her eyes, demonstrates a series of double-punches, all of which results in blobs of water splashing this way and that, hitting every single person present on site.

"What's going on here?!" Katara walks in, carrying another bout of firewood, before getting hit by a water whip straight to her face. "OW!"

Katara looks all around, amazed. Isn't she the only waterbender in their Gaang?! Then who hit her?! Then she takes in the scene before her, mouth slowly falling agape.

"Katara! Check it out!" Suki exclaims. "Azula's waterbending!"

"That's impossible." Katara lets the firewood in her arms drop down to the ground.

"Oh yeah?" Sokka crosses his arms over his chest. "Say that to the wood that is soaking wet right now. All I wanted, was a little fire to light up the stove. But guess who decided to waterbend and ruin it!!"

"Hey! I didn't even know I could do that!" Azula yells at Sokka's head.

"So, you're saying we all knew you could do that?!"

Azula looks confused, squinting her eyes in disbelief. "Wha-?"

"Sokka," Katara looks at her brother suspiciously. "Did you mix cactus juice into our dinner yesterday night?"

"No!" His voice reaches a higher octave. "Why would I do that?!"

"Why are we all seeing visions then?!"

Aang wishes he had some fire flakes right now, snacking on them as he watches this drama unfold. Ember Island Players could never. He's pretty sure Toph's thinking the same too.

"Guys, relax." Toph says, leaning back on Appa, sitting on the ground and crossing her legs. "Katara can easily take out the water from your precious firewood, Sokka. Don't be such a wuss. Right Katara?"

"Right . . ." Katara says, just as she takes a stance, readying herself for some concentrated waterbending. She turns towards the firewood kept under the pot, and moves her hand upwards in one fluid motion.

To everyone's disbelief and shock, the firewood first smokes steam and then suddenly bursts into violet-coloured flames, burning bright before turning to orange, then red.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Aang doesn't even have to look to know who said that.

"Okay, now I'm definitely worried." Katara's face is filled with horror. "I can firebend?!"

Azula pinches the bridge of her nose. "It's too fucking early for this shit-"

"Aang!" Katara calls out. "Get over here!!"

Aww man! Just when he thought things were getting interesting-

"Coming!" Aang calls out as he jumps up and sprints towards the crime scene. "What? What's wrong?"

"This." Katara says, before she catches hold of a screetching Momo and lights his tail on a violet fire.

Azula rolls her eyes before issuing a punch, that hits both Katara and Momo, putting out the fire and bathing them in water. "And this."

Aang knows he's supposed to be acting surprised. But he does a terrible job at it. "Maybe . . . you guys are the Avatars . . . ???" He trails off with a guilty look on his face.

Katara narrows her eyes. "Aang . . ." She threatens him, instantly aware that he somehow knows something. "What is going on?"

She looms over him, casting a glare. Aang tries his best to not pee his pants. "I- I- I donno, I- I just woke up!"

Sokka comes to his rescue thankfully. "Maybe somehow your powers got swapped?"

Katara turns to him, still not getting out of Aang's personal space. "How is that even possible?"

"Yeah." Azula chirps in. "How's that possible? I've got blue flames. That peasant conjured up violet ones."

"Maybe you're just jealous that I got the hottest burning fire." Katara crosses her arms at Azula.

"Maybe I can shut that flame up with a flick of my wrist!" Azula says, stomping her way towards Katara, standing toe-to-toe with her, nose almost bumping with Katara's.

"Uh . . . guys?" Aang scratches his bald head taking two steps back, growing increasingly confused and concerned. "Maybe we can calm down and talk about this-?"

"Maybe you're an idiot to think that you could ever shut me up!" Katara bits back at Azula. paying no heed to Aang's feeble attempt at peace.

"Maybe you're an idiot to think that I couldn't!!"

"Oh!" Katara exclaims. "Do it then!! I dare you to shut me up!!"

"Let's go, peasant. AGNI KAI!!"

"Oh, did you forget, little princess?" Katara asks sarcastically, inching closer to Azula. "You're not a firebender anymore. Maybe you need to get your memory checked."

Azula steps even closer, if that's even possible. "Maybe I don't need my fire to shut you up."

"Mayyyyyybeee," Toph interjects, finger up her nostril, picking her nose non-chalantly. "You two need to kiss and save us all the trouble."

"WHAT?!"

"WHAT?!"

Both Azula and Katara turn to Toph with a panicked look on their faces.

"T- That's absurd! What are you talking about, Toph?!" Katara stutters, even as she looks at Azula's side profile for a second longer and takes a step backwards.

"I'm talking about what I'm seeing." Toph says smugly.

"You're blind." Azula states.

"Yeah, but my feet don't lie. Every time you two get heated, and trust me that's a lot of times, you both get in each other's face like this and spew out empty threats as if my feet can't figure out you two are lying! At least, I know you are lying, Katara. I got nothing on Azula except a faster heartbeat."

Azula's eyes narrow to slits, but other than that, there's no reaction from her. Katara steals a glance at Azula once again before she turns to Toph. "What does that have to do with our bending getting swapped?"

"Uh . . . I was the one who did it-" Aang raises his hand slowly, with a sheepish look on his face.

"AANG!!" Sokka cries out. "You made a personal Avatar promise not to divulge this information!!!"

Katara's anger immediately shifts to Sokka. "So you are the mastermind behind this . . ." A captivatingly pretty violet flame lights up in her palm as she slowly moves to Sokka.

"Katara . . ." Sokka gulps. "I can explain . . ."

"Zip it."

"Look . . . your fights were getting pettier and frequent and you both idiots couldn't see what we all were seeing so we thought-" Sokka begins to take steps back as Katara turns her back to Azula and advances slowly towards him.

"We're not giving your bending back until you either make up and be civil or make out and be civil." Toph states firmly.

But Katara wasn't showing signs of stopping anytime soon on her death walk towards Sokka.

Azula rolls her eyes. "Make up and be civil sounds too boring and wayyyy too long for me. And I want my bending back now. So . . ."

As quick as her own lightning, she moves behind Katara who's still advancing towards Sokka. Azula stops her with a hand around her delicate wrist, and pulls her flush against her body. Katara lets out a surprised yelp as she finds herself being whipped around by her waist to face Azula, her breath frozen inside her lungs, too surprised to even blink.

A soft smirk escapes Azula's lips before she places two fingers under Katara's chin, tilting her face up to plant her lips on hers in a gentle kiss. Katara's too frozen with shock to reciprocate. When she finally does, the kiss is already over. Nothing overdone at all. Just a soft chaste kiss against her lips and Katara feels like she needs to sit down, suddenly weak in her knees.

"There." Azula says proudly. "Now give us our respective bending back."

Katara blinks up at Azula, still stuck in a daze. "You . . . traitor! Who gave you permission to just . . . take advantage of me like that?! How dare you-?!"

"You're a terrible liar, Katara." Toph interrupts her.

"Oh, yes you are." Azula agrees with a smile.

"No, I'm not!"

"Oh?" Azula mocks disbelief. "Then why are you still holding onto me like this?" She gestures with her eyes down to Katara's hands.

Katara follows her line of sight and almost has a heart attack as she finds herself completely wrapped up in Azula's arms and her hands holding onto Azula's shoulder and neck desperately.

"UGH!!!!" She exclaims as she lets her forehead fall down to Azula's shoulder, burying her face in embarrassment. "You people are driving me insane!!!!!"

Everyone present on crime scene laughs except Katara.

Zuko walks out of his tent, rubbing his good eye and yawning. "Hey, what are we laughing about? What did I miss?!"

"Okay, who's gonna tell him?" Toph says before escaping the scene.

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i keep writing mini fanfics instead of drabbles for these prompts and im so sorry 😭🖐���� it's like my mind wont stop until i spit out every little detail. it's annoying at this point.

okie lemme know what you think abt what i did with this one!!!!

[winniethewife]

Just sees what he wants to see

(Benjamin "Benny" Miller x Gn!Reader)

Words: 472

A/N: For the Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon.

“Wait what?” they asked bewildered by the statement that just came out of Ben’s mouth.

“Where’s the Capybara I adopted?” He repeated as he held a stuffed animal in his hand with a confused look on his face. He’s standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom, where they are folding the laundry. They realized in that moment he resembled a golden retriever puppy who just got tricked into chasing a ball that was still in your hand.

“You…what? I don’t understand, you adopted a Capybara?” They try to get a clarification while holding a clean t-shirt in their hands as they look inquisitively at him.

“I thought I did…But all that came in the mail was this…and some papers” Benny pouted slightly. With just the slightest shimmer of sadness in their boyfriends eyes they immediately went into “fix it” mode, tossing the t-shirt back into the laundry pile to go look into what on earth he was talking about. As they walked into the kitchen they saw the papers in question. On the top was the familiar panda bear symbol of the World Wildlife Fund, and they started to laugh.

“Whats so funny?” Benny asks and cocks his head to the side.

“Babe, this was a symbolic adoption. You donated money to a fund to save endangered animals. You didn’t actually adopt a Capybara.” They look at him with amused affection. Sometimes they wondered if Ben had been dropped as a baby, something to ask Will later. They put a hand on his shoulder for support as they nearly fall over laughing, while handing him the paper. As he reads it carefully his eyes widen in surprise and then he flushes from embarrassment.

“Oh, that makes sense…I was wondering how they could only charge 60 bucks for a whole animal.” He chuckles slightly, looking over at his partner as they started laughing harder clutching to benny for dear life.

“60 Bucks! For a capybara? Benny, baby, where would we even keep it?” They managed to say between laughs. Benny smiled his killawatt smile at them and wraps his arms around them.

“Uh, I donno, Maybe the bath tub?” He suggests with a wiggle of his eyebrows. They shake their head before taking a deep breath.

“Benny, I swear, sometimes I think your brain is off in nowhere land.” They smile. Putting their hands on his chest as they laugh together.

“Oh c’mon it can’t be that bad…” He leaves a wet kiss on their cheek, giving them that big goofy grin of his. As they look into his baby blue eyes they can’t help but agree.

“Nah, its not that bad...” They say as they look at the stuffed Capybara sitting on the counter, and find themselves grateful that Benny didn’t adopt an actual animal to live in their bath tub.

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If you would like to Symbolically adopt an animal please look into the World Wildlife Fund's Website

Masterlist

Tag: @triplefrontier-anniversary @romanarose

[tykobrian]

Really? Really??? You've decided to single her out when she's not even a showrunner?

Lol really love how Amanda was like "People can't relate to wanting to be free from a system that continuously tries to take away your rights and exploits you to hell and back, so Silco's fight for Zaun is ACTUALLY rooted in his low self-esteem <3'

[writtenjewels]

Piano Man part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Jason tried to be careful as he held the flower. He didn't want to crush it with his trembling fingers. It was so stupid, but the moment he saw it on his table and confirmed that no one else in the lounge had one, he hoped it came from Salim. It didn't make any sense—why would Salim give Jason a flower? The guy had enough to focus on with his music; he probably didn't even know Jason existed.

And yet he hoped. Jason looked Salim's way and for a moment their eyes connected. Salim smiled at him, making Jason's heart race. The older man leaned forward and Jason took a step forward, thinking Salim wanted to talk to him. But then Rachel got Salim's attention. I shouldn't bother him when he's working, Jason decided, sitting down instead.

The songs seemed a little more energetic and uplifting than usual. Jason didn't have a great ear for music, but it definitely sounded different from the usual mellow tones. He always watched Salim but tonight, it felt like Salim was watching him, too. Whenever Salim wasn't playing—and even sometimes when he was—he would look Jason's way. The first few times this happened, Jason didn't think anything of it. But it kept happening, and it made his heart skitter every time.

Finally the last set was over and the last few patrons got up to leave. Jason took his time getting up from his chair. He watched Salim close the piano lid and turn Jason's way. His face lit up seeing Jason there. After a quick glance to check what Rachel was doing, Salim climbed off the stage.

Oh, shit. Is he...? Jason's heart went wild, his face feeling hot. Yes, Salim was headed his way. Jason's mind scrambled, his limbs locked, his lungs barely able to take a breath. Salim made it to his table and gave a warm smile. That warmth slid all the way down to Jason's toes.

“Hello,” Salim greeted. “We haven't met yet. My name is Salim. Did you like the music tonight?” Jason's mind was blank so all he could manage was a nod. “I'm glad to hear that. I, ah... I was feeling inspired.” Salim's expression turned shy.

Say something, you fucking moron! Don't just stand there! Jason was furious at himself for freezing up. This wasn't like him at all.

But Salim... The softened lines of his face, the way he seemed to glow when he smiled, his dark eyes so pretty they could be jewels, the pleasantly low timbre of his voice... And his outfit. He wore a dark collared shirt and dark pants to help him blend in and not take attention away from the singer. The clothes looked good on him, flattering his broad figure. There was a hint of color—a gladiolus tucked in the breast pocket of his shirt.

“Jason. My name.” Holy fuck, that was awkward. “Nice flower,” Jason blurted out.

“Thank you.” Salim touched the flower, his smile soft as he looked at Jason. “It was from a secret admirer.”

“Who told you that?”

“No one.” Salim's tone turned lighter, almost teasing. “But the only ones who got flowers had admirers, and this one had no note or message. I just assumed.”

“Huh.” Jason was very glad that the low lighting and his baseball cap shielded his face enough to hide the blush. He twirled the lily around by the stem. “Guess I got one, too. Found this at my table.”

“It's lovely.” Salim's smile was growing. He tilted his head to one side. “Who do you suppose gave it to you?”

“I donno.” He bit his lip, swallowing down his nerves. “You, uh... you got any thoughts on who gave you that flower?”

“Just one,” Salim answered. “I thought if I reciprocated, he might--”

“What?” Jason's head snapped up. “You thought it was from me?” He could feel the blush spreading down to his neck now. How had Salim known?

“I hoped it was from you, Jason,” Salim corrected, and Jason swallowed. “I always see you,” Salim continued, “and... I... it feels like you're the only one who sees me.”

Jason reached out to him on impulse. He touched Salim's arm, pulling him a little closer. The idea of being seen, even in a dark space where attention should have been elsewhere, made him warm all over. Jason reached up to push the brim of his cap up, letting his face be more exposed.

“I see you, Salim,” he said softly. “You're the only one I see.”

Salim leaned into him, nudging the hat until it fell off his head. Jason didn't even mind. “I see you, Jason,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down his spine. He tilted his head up, pulling Salim close.

When he kissed the man's lips, he felt an excited burst in his chest. Salim tugged him forward, molding them chest to chest. The kiss continued, their mouths shaping against each other, exploring and tasting. Jason finally broke away to breathe.

The rest of the room seemed blurry, but he could still see Salim, the man's face glowing and his eyes fixed on Jason. Neither could imagine looking anywhere else.

[nardos-primetime]

Ngl my brain is trying to cook some crossover things already but I'll wait till you post some more lore (if you're comfy with that stuff to boot) Also obvs these boys are different from their source but does Donno still hold any interest for tech? Or do his hobbies end up elsewhere.

Murder talk TW

Donno only really gets to experiment with hobbies once he's with Big Mama. And he wouldn't be a Donnie if he didn't like technology!

Most of his technological expertise comes into his more casual job, which is working with the gamblers. He finds new ways to swindle yokai out of their money and is always excited to show Mama his new ideas. Along with this, he would absolutely steal someone's wallet and sell it back to them.

He's a little unhinged as well! After a few... hiccups, he becomes one of Mama's main choices when it comes to directly getting "the job done" so to say. (Other than Rage). He likes shooting people from afar, but his preferred alternative is experimenting and making torture devices to use on some of Mama's..... "problems".

He likes gaming too! In fact it started as a joke but I made his weapon a little mystic controller as a gift from Mama. He's a lot more open to mystic things and is the first one to get a gift like this from her, think of Donnie's ninpo but a lot more nerfed down, even the guns he makes from the controller have a strong size, usage and radius limit, to appease this, he experiments with real technology, such as his own hover shell when he's out an about, and packing a few actual guns to hold with his mystics to get past the whole "bullets don't go too far" problem.

Mystic weapons in this au are more like objects that can be in tune with their users emotions, Mama has been figuring out how to make more from ones she already has stolen and his controller is the first mostly stable one she's managed to make, Donno is picking up the slack on the testing and research, nowadays. After all, if his sad excuse of an original can't accept mystic things he should get ahead of the curve and learn about it first! (He also loves fucking with mystic shit and shoving it into other things if he can.)

He also likes fancy things in general, dramatic bitch. He does have a smoking issue that he picked up from older yokai (if you couldnt tell Mama runs with a bit of a bad crowd) but he is working on a healthier, mystic option. For himself (and yokai, if they have the cash.)

Overall none of this probably makes sense I'm just having fun but OHMIGOSH yes I'm totally fine w crossovers!!!! The characters do change a little overtime in the storyline but my favorite arc (and mostly the middle one) is the Big Mama arc because most of the problems truly get worse with her influence, can't wait to post more about it n would love to see what you come up with! :D

[peachysunrize]

I know I'm stupid for expecting an actual conversation between helaena and aemond. Really, silly me. But seriously, aside from me being a helaemond fan, it's just crazy that they don't interact at all. Not even after Luke or bnc, and now we got one sentence. "Was it worth it?" Finish it!! What did he say, what is Helaena's stance, how is their dynamic... I can't believe this.

Also, Alicent with her "what he has become." It makes sense that she suspects that Aemond might have hurt Aegon, but the thing is, she said the exact same thing to septa Rhaenyra in ep3. And by then he did kill Luke, but she was aware of his anger cause of the injustice at and post Driftmark. She said that to Otto. Yet, she is horrified by him because...? Not to mention that Daemon is apparently wary of his nephew's cruelty and is warning Alys. What? Daemon. The cold blooded murderer talks about his murderous 18 yrs old nephew as the worst monster in the world. Lmao. Just give me a break. I can't with this show anymore.

Starting with your Helaemond take, gosh you’re so right. It felt so forced, so stupid and useless. We have zero aspect of their dynamic, nothing to rely on and the scene felt more like a staring contest than two grieving siblings talking…

Alicent talking like she has a beef with Aemond is so funny because why is she acting like this??? Why won’t she tell us, utter the word ‘kinslayer’ so we can actually think how they see Aemond!!! This guessing game is fucked up, it’s not even a game anymore. We donno what Aemond is, what he thinks, he’s just there existing ready to be Ryan’s punching bag to make TB look better.

I hate this damn show and what they’re doing to my boy even though him and Aegon are the only remaining interesting ones.

[canisbeasts-ooc]

He absolutely does go head first into his work with an unyielding passion. He has good reason for it too, at least in his mind. He tends to rationalize it as a pursuit of knowledge, of finding a way to beat the impossible odds, of achieving separation for the good of him and his siblings. Self righteous reasoning to have it make sense to him. But deep down, he is very scared. Death is the one thing he cannot figure out, despite all of his knowledge and research, it not fully knowable. Despite any luck he has now, he knows four leaf clovers do nothing more when they wither away. He’s terrified of what may happen to him after. He sees separation as a way out. He is selfish in this desire. He sees his tests as something he must do, something he cannot give up on, because what else may become of him on that other side?

thinking about how Calbhach would work with his classpect...

[modern-inheritance]

The panic is subdued, it is not quashed.

This is why I didn’t read Murtagh earlier btw it makes me worry for what Paolini has in mind for Arya and Firnen and his 13-14 IRL year silence from them has me doing that gif of a horror movie woman thrashing around throwing white stuff everywhere because I just…I need them to be okay. I need them to be okay and I need Arya to be able to a have a time in her life where everything isn’t self sacrifice for her people and she gets to be happy for herself and for Firnen. I need her to have peace of her own making and own choice, a kind of peace she enjoys and can live free and fill her time with whatever she and Firnen want to do for themselves. If that truly means serving as monarch (which please please paolini no please no I cannot align her doing that of complete free will without that overbearing sense of duty and self sacrifice let her be herself freely–) then so be it. But please. It took me a long, LONG time to come to terms with Arya having feelings for Eragon.

Please find a way for them to be happy? Like I donno why this drives me so emotionally insane. Arya spent 70+ years pushing herself, putting duty and self sacrifice above all else, and even though she did this of her own choice…I cannot see the taking of the throne not something she was pressured into by people using that sense of duty and self sacrifice to guilt/manipulate/push her into it.

Just…after 70 years of war and pain and a life lived…can you please find a way for Arya, Fírnen, Eragon and Saphira to be happy together? Please? Mr Paolini?

[votapublica]

About Cho Chang

Cho Chang is one of almost every characters that doesn’t age well in Harry Potter. A common criticism of this character starts from the name, which is allegedly of two surnames from Korean and Chinese, respectively. However I think this name is the least of the problems, what bugs me is there is literally no explanation about her actions.

I donno any Korean, so let’s just assume she is Chinese or some percent of Chinese.

Here are some facts and deductions:

1It’s normal for a Chinese person to have a name that is a combination of two surnames. Sometimes parents just want their children to have both of their surnames (because Chinese women traditionally don’t change surnames after getting married). It is possible that Cho is her mother’s last name while Chang is her father’s last name

If Cho Chang is meant to be a Chinese name, then it’s definitely not Hanyu Pinyin (the modern standardized system to latinize Chinese characters according to their pronunciation used mostly in mainland China.) Pinyin was put into use in 1958. If Cho’s family left China before 1958, it’s very likely they don’t latinize the name according to that system. Now let’s assume her name is not latinize based on Hanyu Pinyin, but the older version, the Wade–Giles. Cho maybe correspond with the character 卓，which means “excellence.” Taking her Ravenclaw status, this makes very much sense.

Her name maybe intentionally spelled in a way that is pronounceable for English speakers, without following any established romanization systems. It is common that spelling according Hanyu Pinyin is extremely hard for any English speaker to pronounce correctly(oh god my legal name is always pronounced as nonsense.) sometimes standard romanization can even create confusion. For example the Chinese name 思择，a normal name that can mean “choose carefully” is latinized into “Size.” We all know how English speakers will pronounce that🥺.

This is not to say that Jkr put a lot of effort in designing her only Asian character. Her name just doesn’t offend me really. What is weird is the plot choices and the characterization. Like, she just appeared when Harry needs a girl to drool at, and she disappeared when Harry moves on to “bigger causes.” That’s just bad writing. Period.

Also, there is literally no further explanation after she broke up with Harry defending her best friend? Like, yeah, you can argue that she is upholding the MOM’s oppressive reign, but who isn’t upholding that wizard supremacist world?

So here are some of my head canons for her to explain her action:

Family: Despite being a citizen of Great Britain, Cho’s family was originally from southeast China. At some point, they started working for the wizard version of British Hong Kong government and was adored by a British wizard family enough that they brought them to Great Britain after Britain decided to give up Hong Kong. The whole premise of them living a developed country and not to suffering under an extremely anti magic government is that they are friends of that British wizard family. As a result, the Chang family developed affinity with the MOM and supported most of its policies.

Blood status: Cho is a pure blood. Both of her parents are descended from notable Chinese wizard families. But for the British purebloods, her blood purity counts as nothing, because British wizard supremacists are not familiar with Chinese wizard families and instead think the entirety of China was so magic-phobic that Cho must be a poor and desperate Chinese refugee in need of the help of the British wizarding world. Even though Cho’s mother never forces her, but she constantly expresses that Cho should marry a famous white man from an established wizard family to prove the Chang family is truly pureblood.

Quidditch: Cho is an extrovert, she is also athletic and likes quidditch. However, her mother thinks it is unladylike to play such violent sport. She only agrees Cho to play quidditch as long as she promises to keep her grade perfect. To play quidditch, Cho manages to become one of the smartest and most popular girl in the house of wisdom.

Cedric: Cho likes Harry and Cedric. However, Cedric is much more mature and fits much better into the image of her future husband painted by her mom—someone who is so white less controversial and descended from a former minister of magic. Cedric also makes the first move on her, so Cho eventually chooses him instead.

Friends: Marietta’s family is in a similar situation: her mother works at the ministry of magic, but for various reasons her father can’t work. The only choice they have is to stick closely to those in power. Because of similar circumstances, Marietta and Cho understand each other. Cho is not only defending Marietta when she confronts Harry. If Harry can’t accept Marietta, that means he will never accept girls like herself.

The second wizarding war: after graduation, Cho worked in the MOM as her mother had always planned. However, the MOM was controlled by Voldemort. Cho had seen so much terror the blood supremacist reign had inflicted on the wizarding world that she decided she would take no part in it. She had a big fight with her mother. Cho pointed out that despite them being pure bloods, they would not benefit from such a racist and fascist government. Her mom had escaped what they perceived as hell and now she is trying to make Britain a hell for everyone.

Marriage: After the war, Cho moved out from her family and toured all around the world. When she was in America, she met a muggle guy who she eventually fell in love with and married to. To her mother’s disappointment, he is neither a wizard nor from noble background, but she eventually accepted him because Cho was happy in the end.

[thelovelylolly]

Mann I donno about you but I been thinking a lot of how Kylo would be if the woman he was gonna marry ran away from him

Ring

Summary : The week before your wedding, you make a hard decision and leave your love, Kylo. Warnings : angst time babyyyyy Notes : this request is *chefs kiss* man. this may be a bit short btw. i hope you don't mind me making the reader apart of the resistance, it just made sense to me story wise :)

It was the week before your wedding. Everything was planned out, no expense was spared. All that needed to be done were small things, but wedding had everyone in a good mood. Kylo was counting down the days until your wedding, until he could call you his wife.

However, seven days until your wedding, you hadn't been seen all day. Kylo looked around everywhere for you, asking others if they had seen you. But there was no trace of you anywhere.

Kylo finally returned to your shared quarters, making his way to the small living area. As he sat down, he saw something he didn't see earlier. Underneath the book you were reading, a corner of a piece of paper peaked out. On that corner sticking out was your engagement ring.

Kylo leaned forward, carefully grabbing your ring and pulling the piece of paper out. He noticed your handwriting instantly and started to read, in hope of finding some answer of where you had gone.

'Dear Kylo, I want to start by saying I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please know I love you and I will always love you. You will always have my heart, but I must do this. I can't, in good consciousness, go through with this. I should have told you before, I should have told you when you first said 'I love you'.

I'm a resistance spy, planted very deep undercover to steal information. It was supposed to be simple, it was suppose to be easy. But then I fell for you and I truly didn't want to go back. I stopped stealing information after we began to date, but I didn't cut contact. The resistance saved my life, they gave me a purpose, then you came a long. Things got complicated and I was torn between you, my love, and my family.

I have to go back to them. I've left my ring here so that maybe one day, we can be together again and I'll earn your love and trust again. Or you'll move on, which I would fully understand if you do.

I'm sorry, Kylo. I love you so much and I'll miss you.'

One of Kylo's angry tears fell onto your signed name. He was gripping the paper, crinkling it. He put the note down and gripped your ring in his hand. He stood, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he took.

He inhaled deeply then let out an angry and frustrated scream. The force shook things around him, causing a few smaller objects to fall from wherever they were. After letting his anger out, tears kept falling.

He collapsed back onto the couch, sobs racking his body. You, the woman he loved and was ready to spend the rest of his life with, ran away. He looked at your engagement ring, the one he had specially made just for you with the same black metal his helmet was made of and a shiny, star shaped diamond in the center.

He wanted to make sure the ring was perfect for you, and you loved it, but now you had given it up. You had given him up.