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awsok · 1 year ago
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shin hati — season one character study
introduction in the odyssey, emily wilson / ahsoka, 'master and apprentice' / ahsoka, 'fallen jedi' / so we must meet apart, gabrielle bates & jennifer s. cheng / ahsoka, 'far far away' / between dog and wolf, rené-xavier prinet / ahsoka, 'far far away' / ahsoka, 'dreams and madness' / ahsoka, 'dreams and madness' / camp damascus, chuck tingle / ahsoka, 'the jedi the witch and the warlord' / the sun is also a star, nicola yoon
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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 3 months ago
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okay do y’all remember in 2019 when the mandalorian season one dropped and the fics were also dropping like immediately?? and we all knew that mando’s real name was Din Djarin but for some reason we didn’t know how to spell it so for a long time all fics about him were with the name “Dyn Djarin” until like episode 7 came out or something and it was revealed it was spelled “Din” and everyone scrambled to change the spelling?? or did I just make all this up??
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dyllpiccle · 1 month ago
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GOOD CATCH !
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bloodwr4th · 22 days ago
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before going to bed, friendly reminder that kol likes to walk around town at night, wondering what life would look like if his little brother, henrik, beloved was along side him. the guy would probably fight anyone trying to disrespect him. he loved his baby brother. still loves.
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cloverskentwells · 4 months ago
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enobaria has an affinity for strategy, and has learned this lesson many times the hard way that the game will go in the direction that will most satisfy the capitol citizenry's interests and wants. regardless of who the best or most deserving tribute is.
she let hope creep into her heart for one stupid moment of weakness that she vows to never allow again when the rule change is announced. the district can have two victors, and that's actually a good outcome for everyone involved - that's relevant to her, anyways. another mentor, another example of a role model, and even if she's partial towards the little one with the knives and irritated by the boy's complete absence of self composure, she can honestly say they both deserve to win.
but she remembers. enobaria understands too well how these little twists work, how they reel in and entrap vulnerable, gullible tributes. she's seen how the public has taken a liking to those kids from twelve and their romantic melodrama, that her kids have no chance now. despite the persona she's carefully crafted over the years of cold and apathetic victor, she still gives in to pity when she watches her tributes rejoice. tragically, they truly and wholeheartedly believe the lie that they're being fed - and why shouldn't they? it's just another part of the lie that they've been forced to accept and cherish their entire lives.
what's worse is that she's not blind, or emotionless. she sees how her tributes soften towards one another. become more trusting, vulnerable, share the same space with a welcoming energy directed towards each other rather than regarding the other as a convenient but disposable ally.
it built up slowly, but still happened. how the little one smiles at the blond's idiocy, how he wipes the blood off her face with his fingers, quiet and unsmiling but still tender, gentle, softer than any two kid would ever dare to be. they're not too far gone to attempt a romance falsehood like twelve, and still respect the dignity of the games and their district, but she knows how this story will end. the same way all stories in panem that involve caring about someone you shouldn't end.
she remains cool, indifferent, because what the hell is she supposed to do at this point? just another pair of dead children walking, unaware of their fates. but enobaria isn't as soulless or uncaring as she would like to be, so she watches with silent but controlled and manageable regret when he defies all expectations of his character archetype and begs her to stay alive for him - on his knees for fuck's sake, even holding her - and when the littler one breaks the first rule of being a district two tribute by displaying weakness and screaming desperately for her partner's aid.
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thiefofcrows · 2 months ago
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Plotted starter for @lostxtosunlight
       It had been two months since Yuki had officially taken the crow and cup tattoo and joined the Dregs. Raito hadn’t tried to bother them again — Kaz assumed he was too busy with doctor prescribed physical therapy. The thought shouldn't have given him so much satisfaction. Yuki, on the other hand, had spent his time training diligently and taking on jobs here and there as he grew more confident in his skills. They’d begun of course with hand-to-hand combat training and it was clear he already had some skill to begin with. As Yuki grew physically stronger, fighting him became more of a challenge.
       Once Kaz felt satisfied with that progress, he'd introduced knives into the equation — which, much to his delight, Yuki already had significant practice in that area as well. They'd been working on various strategies. Kaz gave Yuki insight into hiding at least two knives in his clothes at all times — which, given the keen way in which Yuki paid attention and, eventually, mastered it, it reminded him of when they were children. Kaz excidedly showing Yuki a new magic trick he'd been practicing, Yuki attempting it himself, Kaz simply delighted to have someone who did more than just feel an obligation to indulge him.
       The art of throwing knives effectively had been next and that took some time — it wasn't an easy skill to learn by any means, but just like with everything else so far, Yuki could eventually hit his target effectively with every throw. The more his skills developed, the more confident in himself he became ... and whatever tender things Kaz felt for Yuki before seemed to grow louder, more insistent. They became more of a heated smouldering thing that was difficult for Kaz to discern the meaning of — but with every stirring, he simply shut it down, burying it deeper.
       Unfortunately for Kaz, it didn't matter; those feelings somehow seemed to rise to the surface again and again. While he always ignored it when he saw it, Yuki's dark eyes often contained something a little heated and inquisitive — as if Kaz were a fascinating puzzle to solve. He wanted it to stop and he wanted Yuki to keep digging deeper simultaneously. It filled him with a sense of dread, terror and desire.
       Now, they were half way through training, having graduated to using Yuki's skill with knives along with hand-to-hand combat. He was slower today, seeming drained — and all Kaz had the mind to do was push him. At one point he swiped one of the training knives from Yuki's hand and dragged him close by the shirt with the other. He slid the training knife along his waist, giving an approximation of stabbing Yuki through the gut.
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       ❝In a fight, the enemy will use any excuse, any opening to gain the upper hand. You don't have the luxury of taking it easy because you're not feeling your best. You have to ignore it, grit your teeth and push through. It's either that or you die.❞ Kaz let go of Yuki's shirt, his fist briefly pressing into the others chest just enough to nudge him back as he did so. ❝ Again. Try not to get fatally stabbed this time.❞
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heartsbreaking · 3 months ago
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GRACIE'S INSTAGRAM DURING THE PARIS OLYMPlCS 1/??
featuring . . . gracie floyd & team usa
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heartsbreaking-migrated · 8 months ago
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A TRIO OF TRIBRIDS
featuring . . . beatrice de martel, siobhan gerard / @nolaraised & hope mikaeIson / @hcpemikaelscn
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akaneodo · 10 months ago
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DyN #1
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DyN: "Don't you wanna to be HAPPY and keep this ENDING?, or just do what you WANT and be done with all this stuff THEY LOVE???...."
"which will also affect you"
DyN belongs to me
I tried to make, again, another xolor palette and also a background, wich didn't work out.
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awsok · 1 year ago
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okay. let's talk about shin, sabine, and whatever the hell is going on here:
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i've been trying to figure out this moment, and why shin responds like this. because it feels like a change, right? the shin of episode 1 would be thrilled to have permission to hunt down and kill sabine. but here, she's clearly protesting the order (indirectly, because she can hardly outright say 'no' to thrawn).
on one level, this is definitely at least in part because the order is coming from thrawn. orders from baylan are fine for shin: baylan is her master, and by this point in the series it's obvious how much she respects him. but thrawn? baylan told her finding thrawn would bring them power, but instead both she and baylan are being treated like his underlings - this is not what shin thought they were signing up for.
but if this were solely about thrawn giving orders, i'd expect shin's reaction to seem irritated or offended - she's hardly a stranger to anger, after all. but i think it's fair to say that shin's response here can be best characterised as alarmed? she's clearly surprised that they aren't letting sabine go, and more than that: she's not happy about it.
so then, i thought maybe that this was about honour - that shin was so disturbed by this, because it is dishonourable for baylan (who has made a point of insisting on keeping his word to sabine) to break their agreement. (and i know it may seem counterintuitive to assume that shin cares about such a jedi-like concept as honour, but judging by the way baylan speaks of the jedi and shin's padawan braid, he probably instilled her with their values if not their morals.) but then i remembered where episode four left off (which is indicated by the show to be a most a day or two ago):
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this takes place literally immediately after sabine has made a deal with baylan. if shin cares enough about honour for it to override her hatred of sabine in episode six, it doesn't make sense for her to disregard honour (even in the heat of the moment) to try and kill sabine in episode four.
so if this isn't about thrawn (not entirely), and it isn't about honour (probably not at all), what is this about? what has changed to make shin go from homicidal obsession to protesting seemingly on sabine's behalf?
sabine, of course.
(by which i actually mean: shin.)
let's talk about The Look!
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shin staring at sabine is nothing remotely new. shin staring at sabine without a homicidal glare or a mocking smirk? that's extremely new. this scene makes me crazy (i'm trying so so hard to keep the shipping goggles off and to be objective guys). it may not seem like much at first glance, but this is a dramatic change of behaviour for shin. she's looking at - no, observing sabine in a completely neutral and open way. there's no hostility in this gaze, no judgement, not even fear or conflict. just: observing. and she's doing so openly as well - not just that she isn't disguising herself - she turns to face sabine, as if to give sabine a better look at her. as if to let sabine observe her right back.
why??? why is shin doing this??
um. well. i actually don't know.
i can't make any remotely certain assumptions about what has changed since they left seatos. maybe shin has done a lot of introspection. maybe she feels like she's seen a different side of sabine. maybe they fucked on that spaceship.
the only conclusion i do feel it might be safe to make is this:
i don't think shin sees sabine as an enemy anymore.
i don't know when exactly that changed, i don't know what exactly caused it. but it's true. and if shin and sabine aren't enemies anymore - what are they to each other? what will they become?
tl;dr - shin doesn't want to murder sabine in cold blood anymore. also i think they should hold hands.
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excelsiorfics · 7 months ago
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Playing House
Date: April 1 2024 Author: gayliepop Rating: General Word Count/Status: 863, complete Dynamic: Laura Kinney & Logan Characters: Laura Kinney, Logan Tags: Alternative Perspectives, Canon Compliant, Grief, Parenting, Past Character Death, Parent-Child Relationship
Summary: Laura and Logan have a talk. It goes about as well as one could hope.
(Laura's perspective on the last 4 pages of Generations: Wolverine & All-New Wolverine).
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immobiliter · 22 days ago
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@apocryphis sent a meme: you can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes. (al-haitham to dehya :))
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       Dehya hadn't particularly wanted him to find out. Her investigations into Dakan Al-Ahmar had been going on for months, after all, and Al-Haitham would have remained none the wiser to these various goings on in the desert had their own fortuitous meeting at Caravan Ribat not been interrupted by Harun and her other Blazing Beasts mercs with new intel as to the brigade's most recent movements. Given all they'd been through together, it hardly seemed fair to exclude him from the conversation, but there was undeniable ripple of... not fear, exactly, but trepidation settled in the pit of her stomach as she listened to him engage with the problem, ask questions, approach the issue with rigorous curiosity as he presumably would one of his academic texts... and eventually be told by her well-meaning brothers-in-arms that the leader of this troublesome faction of Deshret's Relics was in fact her own father.
       She'd thanked the guys for passing on their intel, and they seemed to get the message at that point to give the pair some space — but, now that they were alone, stood under one of the shaded awnings, shielded from the unforgiving glare of the desert sun, Dehya wasn't entirely sure what to say next.
       Surprisingly, it was Al-Haitham who breached the silence, and the remark finally prompted Dehya to turn her head to meet his gaze. As always with the Akademiya Scribe, it was hard to tell when he was being sincere, but this felt like some genuine attempt at reassurance, albeit a clumsy one.
       “ Yeah. Well, fortunately, my father has never been my hero. ” She hoped she didn't sound too defensive, turning away from him and folding her arms across her chest. What else was there to say? Kusayla had always been a drunk, a lecher, a thug... but now he was a violent murderer too, indiscriminately attacking targets all over the desert. Dehya wasn't surprised at his behaviour, and yet some small part of her foolishly hoped that, ever since the argument that had prompted her to walk out of his life forever, he might have engaged in a little self-reflection and changed his ways. She sighed. “ He's always been like this, but now he's hurting others so brazenly I have no choice but to do something about it. ”
       Trying to shake off her disappointment and bitterness was harder than she expected but, reminding herself that the only way to fix things was to go out there and do something about it, she finally turned back to her companion. It occurred to her that she didn't even know yet why Al-Haitham was here at the Ribat in the first place — whether he had sought her out, or if this had indeed just been a coincidental crossing of paths. “ I'm sorry if you sought me out because Lord Kusanali needs me at the Akademiya or something, but this has to come first, Al-Haitham. If one day the desert is to become a safe place where nobody needs an armed escort in order to cross it, then I have to start by pulling out the roots, one at a time. ”
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bloodwr4th · 25 days ago
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@wickedslip, nausicaä thorn required a one liner.
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" surely your work is far too vital to be interrupted by one like me. "
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thiefofcrows · 8 months ago
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plotted starter for @therooftopsofketterdam
      As Kaz made his way up the stairs to the attic room, a sense of elation seemed to follow on his heels despite the fact that he'd outed a traitor tonight. It sometimes baffled him how anyone thought it even remotely wise to infiltrate his crew in the first place — he'd illustrated countless times that he was always several steps ahead. Not to mention, it was well known that if anyone crossed him, they'd either end up dead or very badly wounded. Some were even forced out of Ketterdam. He supposed that was one of the unfortunate drawbacks to success; more people wanted to tear you down.
      He suspected they thought, because Inej had returned and they'd clearly taken some steps to expand their relationship, that Kaz would be distracted. It was a fair assumption to make. However, few knew how deeply and intimately such a thing had always terrified Kaz and how hard he fought it when he wasn't tucked away in the attic room that he and Inej had gradually turned into a shared space, somewhere safe ... or, as safe as anyone could be in the Barrel, anyway. And that was where he found her when he opened the door.
      Inej perched on the windowsill that she'd long since claimed as her own, her dark hair uncoiled, revealing a long, thick braid. She glanced at him as he closed the door behind him and her wide brown eyes warmed at the sight of him. It sent a nervous flutter throughout his chest, even now that they'd crossed certain thresholds. After the nights events, his instincts were on high alert and, as always, they demanded that he protect himself from the softer, warmer emotions that churned inside of him.
      However, Kaz knew that wasn't an option here, not if he wanted her to stay. And of course he did. So, as he hung his coat and hat, peeled off his leather gloves and tucked them into his coat pocket, he took a breath and began to deconstruct the emotional armor, too. The tension in his limbs gradually eased, the hard lines of his face softened and his dark eyes warmed slightly in turn. He could see that Inej was about to unravel her braid to let her hair down — and, before he could talk himself out of it, Kaz made his way over to the windowsill, his cane giving its familiar thunk against the wooden floor.
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      He'd had a wall hook specifically fitted to the crows head of his cane and, of course, he'd placed it close to the windowsill, where he'd always end up leaning it anyway. That was where he placed it — but Kaz did not sit, not yet. He gazed down at Inej, his expression emitting something warm and soft, despite the seemingly neutral shape of it. ❝I can help you,❞ he rasped, the phrase clearly intended as a means of asking permission. She usually lead, initiated something, but ... Kaz knew that Inej needed to know, to be reminded that he wanted this.
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heartsbreaking · 3 months ago
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GRACIE'S INSTAGRAM DURING THE PARIS OLYMPlCS 2/??
featuring . . . gracie floyd, bob floyd & mickey garcia / @fyrewalks
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redeadrevenge · 23 days ago
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[ 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳  𝙳𝚈𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂. ]  𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊.   ( feat. @chingonaclaws )
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