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badkitty3000 · 4 months ago

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You Can't Go Home Again

Chapter 5

Link to Chapters 3 and 4

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All Five wants to do is rest. But when yet another apocalypse threatens to doom them all, he doesn't have that luxury. This time, the only solution for the Hargreeves to try and save the world is to unite Five with another, alternate version of himself.

Five starts to spiral when he is faced with the alternate life that he could have had, if only he hadn't gone and ruined everything. But maybe, just maybe, there's still time for him to obtain the happy ending he deserves.

An alternate season three rewrite for a request I received.

Warnings: None

More chapters will be posted as I continue writing this multi-chapter fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: You Can't Go Home Again

“I don’t know, I don’t think he’s doing too well.”

“Yeah, even before we got here, he’s not been looking great. I think he’s drinking way too much.”

“That much booze plus no sleep, topped with his size? It’s a recipe for disaster.”

“Should we help? Or at least say something?”

“Ha! Ok, sure, I volunteer you to go down there and broach this subject with our very temperamental and homicidal brother. I’m sure it will go over really well.”

“Well, we should do something. I feel bad for him. He’s been through so much.”

“It’s Five, he’s fine.”

“We can’t just keep saying that. Yes, it’s Five, but he’s clearly not fine and hasn’t been for a while.”

“What are we supposed to do about it? Send him to Junior AA? Maybe throw in a good six months of psychotherapy while we’re at it? We don’t have time for all of that.”

“Look, this isn’t the right time or place to be discussing this. We need to get home and then we can deal with it.”

“And what if we don’t get home? What if we end up somewhere else again? He’s going to really go off the deep end. I just don’t think he can handle another major mishap.”

“I’m not saying we don’t need to offer some help; I’m just saying that this is not the time to do it. There’s too much on the line right now. And you know he’s going to freak the fuck out if you try and bring it up, or even so much as offer any help. Just let the two of them figure this out first.”

“But we’re all in agreement about getting him some help once we’re back home, right?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to see him hurt himself or worse because he can’t handle normal life once all of this is over. We already lost him once before; we don’t need a second time.”

“I think the old man deserves a little happiness in his life. Seeing all of this and what could have been…it must be killing him.”

“You’re the one that called him a dick to his face this morning.”

“Well, he is a dick! But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about him.”

“Me, too.”

“Same.”

“I think we all feel that way. Yes, even you, Lila, stop rolling your eyes.”

“On a different subject, are you guys hungry? Cause I’m starving.”

“What else is new?”

As the conversation swung in a different direction regarding food and how much Luther eats in one day, Five stepped back into the kitchen. He had come upstairs to clear his mind a little, and to also get some more coffee. He had actually wanted something much stronger, so he had been trying very quietly to search around in the cupboards for anything that would fit that bill. His siblings, who he had been trying to avoid, had been in the living room when he overheard them discussing his current state.

Hovering in the doorway, listening to their concerns, he glanced down at the bottle of cooking sherry in his hand. He swallowed hard as the shame began to wash over him. They were right; he was a dick. They didn’t even feel comfortable coming to talk to him about any of this because they were afraid he’d go fucking crazy on them. Which, Five realized, was entirely true.

He knew he had a problem; he wasn’t in denial. He had a lot of problems, actually, that was pretty obvious. But they also had another good point, and that was that they just couldn’t dive into all of that right now. Five was on borrowed time. They all were. And if they were going to make it out of this timeline in one piece, and restore things back to how they should be, then he couldn’t waste time sharing his feelings and getting a group hug.

With another wistful look at the bottle in his hands, he returned it, unopened, to the cupboard where he found it. He and his other version had been making really good progress, and he didn’t need to slow that down by getting wasted; no matter how tempting the thought may be. Filling up his coffee cup, he blinked back to the basement before he could change his mind.

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“Fuck, I think I have it,” the other Five said quietly while he adjusted some dials on the apparatus he was messing with. “I need a different screw driver. There should be one in that top drawer, can you hand it to me?”

Five opened the top drawer of the desk, moving various papers aside to try and find the screwdriver. When he came across a file folder, he picked it up to look underneath. Seeing the tool he needed, Five picked it up, but also accidentally dropped the folder so that all of the papers inside went fluttering to the ground.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tossed the screwdriver to his other self and bent down to pick up the papers.

The other Five was not paying attention, since his focus was on his work at the moment, so he didn’t realize what had happened. As Five started collecting the papers and shoving them back in the folder, he noticed that a lot of them were newspaper clippings. As he inspected them more closely, Five saw that each one of the articles had to do with their father.

“Eccentric Billionaire And Former Olympian To Dedicate New Hospital Wing!”

“Reginald Hargreeves Debuts The Sparrow Academy: Meet Our Heroes”

“Hargreeves Institute Of Art Grand Opening Friday”

“Another Crime Ring Thwarted Thanks To Reginald Hargreeves And His Sparrow Academy”

“The Hargreeves Diet! Learn Reginald’s Secrets To A Healthy Lifestyle!”

Intermixed with the articles were hand-drawn schematics of the Academy, as well as a few crudely drawn ones of The Hotel Obsidian. Five recognized the drawing style and handwriting as his own.

Holding the folder up, he asked quietly, “What is all this?”

When his other self finally raised his head to look, his face paled for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed with anger. “It’s nothing that concerns you, so don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I think it does concern me considering you ARE me.”

“It’s irrelevant to what we’re working on now, so just drop it.”

Five looked down at the folder with concern, before setting it back in the drawer where he had found it. After another minute of silence, he spoke again.

“Listen, I’m not sure what you’re planning here, but…”

The other laughed contemptuously. “No, you don’t. You actually don’t know anything about me.”

“I do, though. Because—”

“Yeah, yeah…because you’re me, I get it. But just like I am not sitting around here wallowing in self-pity and drinking myself stupid, you don’t understand what I have going on, either.”

Five hesitated. That was all true, but he still didn’t like the idea of some weird obsession with their father. “Does Marie know you collect all of this stuff?”

The other Five slammed his palm on the table, rattling all of the parts lying on top. “Don’t fucking talk about my wife!” he yelled.

“Jesus…calm the fuck down. I’m not saying anything about your wife. But fine, I’ll drop the subject.”

“Good.”

After a few more seconds of uncomfortable silence between the two men, Five rejoined the other one at the table. “Looks good.”

The other him nodded as he used a small pair of pliers to tighten one more coil. “I think that should do it.”

“What do you think? Should we power it up?”

The two Fives looked down at the prototype for their time-travel device. As they had discussed earlier, it was small and portable with a wrist band so it could be worn as a watch. The current design had multiple dials to configure the exact date and time the traveler wished to go. They had agreed that it should also be stylish, so as to avoid any unwanted attention to it. The end result resembled a kind of large diver’s watch with a sleek design.

“Might as well give it a try. If it doesn’t work, we’re going to have to start at the beginning again. If it does…well, then we can build an exact replica so that we each have one.”

With a nod, Five took a deep breath. “Alright, then. I figure if we both channel our powers at the same time, we have a better shot.”

“Agreed.”

As Five watched his other self start to attach a pair of jumper cables to the device, he ran a nervous hand down the back of his neck. “Just so you know, the last time I tried to hot-wire something, not only did it not work, but I almost fried my nuts off.”

Still not looking up, the other Five shrugged. “Well, I don’t have a better idea, do you?”

Shaking his head, Five sighed. “No, not really.”

Once the jumper cables were hooked up properly, Five was handed his two ends of the cables. He swallowed nervously and exhaled a loud breath of air. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this again.”

“Ok, on three?”

Five nodded.

“One, two, thr…”

On cue, both Fives’ hands glowed with pulsating blue light as they worked on channeling as much of their power into it as possible. They watched as the light traveled slowly along the cables until it reached the watch-like device. As soon as their power made contact with it, the charge reversed itself, up through the cables again and back into their hands. With a loud, strangled yell from both, the Fives gritted their teeth and held tight. The current that was coursing through their bodies was being fueled and refueled by their continual release of power as it created an endless loop of electricity and pain.

“Hold…on...” Five instructed through a tightly clenched jaw. “Keep…going…”

As the other Five grunted with pain he hissed out, “I know…dipshit…just…shut up…”

“Fuck…you…” Five gasped in between clipped groans.

As they worked through the intense pain, they each kept their eyes focused on the watch between them on the table. The electrical current was passing through it, causing it to pulse with the same blue energy of their power. The longer they held on, though, the longer the pulses lasted. Finally, as they were both contemplating letting go before they really did fry off any crucial body parts, the glow became constant. The watch was now emitting its own bright blue light. With a slight nod to each other, the Fives let go of the cables, letting them drop to the ground as their bodies folded over, leaning heavily on the table with both hands. With harsh, loud breaths, they gradually worked through the pain and exhaustion of what they had just been through. After a minute, they glanced over at one another with a small, knowing smirk. Then Five looked down at the watch.

“I’ll be goddamned…I think it worked.”

The watch continued to glow blue, just as it had been when they were channeling their powers into it. This was a good sign, because it meant it had been fully charged and theoretically would not need any more pain-fueled jumps to get it going. That was all speculation, though. It would require a test drive to see if they had actually calibrated everything correctly.

With both of them still reeling from the pain and trying to catch their breath, they sat down and stared at the device. They were each thinking the same thing, because it was the only thing to think. Who was going to test it?

Each of them had been through the disastrous results of botched time travel in the past. It was something neither one of them wanted to experience again, but the choice was obvious.

“I’ll do it,” Five said simply.

His other self creased his eyebrows together and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why should you do it?”

“Well, if you can’t figure that out, you’re even dumber than I thought.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Five sighed heavily, running a hand down his face. He was just so damn tired and he needed a drink. But this had to come first. And it had to be him.

“Look, asshat, I’m not exactly thrilled about throwing myself blindly through the vacuum of space and time again. I’ve been doing it way too often lately, and each time I fuck something up. But it has to be me and I think you know that.”

The other Five huffed, pushing his hair off his face and tipping his head back with a sigh. Then he looked at Five and gave a small nod of understanding. He did know. There was no way he could risk the jump with an experimental time travel device. Not if there was even a chance of getting lost and leaving his kids and wife behind.

“Alright then,” Five said with a terse nod before standing up and grabbing the watch. He swallowed nervously, even just holding it in his hand. He knew how potentially sensitive these things could be, and it was possible any type of movement or disturbance to the workings inside could cause it, and him, to blip out of their current existence. “How far back or forward should I set it?”

“Just a few minutes. Start small.”

Five nodded again, hearing Reggie’s voice echoing in his head. “Keep the same timeline?”

“For right now, yes. Let’s not complicate things quite yet.”

Five adjusted a few dials to set the time and place, before removing his usual watch from his left wrist and replacing it with the time travel version. Even as hesitant as he was with it strapped to his wrist, Five still had to admit that they did a pretty damn good job of making it stylish. It would complement his suits nicely.

“Ready?” the other Five asked.

Five rolled his shoulders back and stretched his neck from side to side in preparation. “Ready,” he stated before pressing the small activation button on the side of the watch.

In one small burst of blue, Five disappeared. When he reappeared a millisecond later, he was still in the basement. This time, however, he found himself staring back at two versions of himself that were in the middle of an argument. Everyone stopped talking and stared at one another. “Shit, I think this means it works,” the smaller ‘other’ Five said, right before Five pressed the button again to return to his correct time.

Popping out of thin air, Five landed in the exact same spot he had been in when he left. With a quick check of his surroundings, he looked at his other self. “Did we do it?”

“I think so. You were gone for maybe a second. Did you make it to the right place and time?”

Five nodded. “It was right here just a few minutes ago, before we charged it. So, yeah…I think we did it.”

“Perfect!” the other version said with a smile.

“That was only one test. We should do a couple more to make sure we didn’t just get lucky. Plus we need to see if this thing stays charged.”

Both Fives knew that the worst thing to happen would be to find themselves stranded in the wrong time again, and with the watch having run out of power. It would be the same as when the briefcases went kaput. They’d be relying on their own powers and that was never a good thing.

“Ok, let me try a different setting. I’ll go a little further back and to a different place.”

He took a deep breath after he programmed the watch. “See ya,” he said with a wave before disappearing again.

When Five appeared out of the portal, he took a quick look around to assess the situation. He appeared to be in the right place. He had put in the coordinates for the Hotel Obsidian and he had found himself landing right in the main lobby. Luckily for him, the type of clientele that frequented that hotel didn’t even blink an eye when a teenage kid suddenly appeared in their midst out of nowhere. As Five faced the main doors of the hotel, he saw what he had hoped to see. His entire family, including himself, were trying to shove their way through the revolving door into the lobby, all while loudly arguing.

“Yes!” Five said to himself with a smile as he pressed the button on the watch before anyone could notice him. When he reappeared back in the basement, he let out a relieved sigh. “Ok, so far so good. There doesn’t seem to be any issue with the power strength and the coordinates seem correct.”

The other him nodded. “So, now what?”

Five let out a forceful breath of air through puffed cheeks. “Well, now comes the fun part. A bigger jump and a different timeline.”

“You sure about this?”

Five shook his head while setting the watch to the date and time he had in mind. He wasn’t sure why that particular date popped into his head, but it didn’t matter what it was, just as long as it was part of his original timeline. “Not really, no.”

When he was ready and the watch was programmed, he turned to his other self. “Listen, if this doesn’t work and I disappear, tell our family I’m sorry.”

The other Five nodded, knowing there was no use in giving optimistic words of encouragement. It was very possible this entire thing could fail. If so, Five would be lost and the kugelblitz would eventually wipe out the entire universe, including his wife and kids.

Five was gone in a zap of blue.

Reappearing on the other side of the portal, he felt the same wave of nausea pass over him that he used to have when he would make big jumps like this for the Commission. He closed his eyes for a moment to steady himself. Then he took a look around.

He was home. At least, the only real home he’d ever known, even if it was more like a boarding school than anything else. Standing in the large foyer of the Academy, Five checked the stained glass on the front door. Seeing the umbrella etched into the panes, he let out a quiet sigh. That was a good sign, but he still needed to confirm he was indeed in the right time and place.

Creeping quietly toward the living room, he heard voices coming from behind the sliding doors that separated it from the foyer. There was the sound of muffled laughter and Five could smell something delicious cooking in the kitchen.

“Baked ham,” Five whispered to himself before rolling his eyes at his own stupidity of talking out loud.

Taking a nervous look around, but not seeing anyone or hearing any approaching footsteps, Five pressed his ear to the door. The laughter was louder, and he could hear people talking, but he still couldn’t make out what they were saying. He knew it was a big risk, but his curiosity got the better of him and he cracked the door just a tiny bit to peer inside.

They were all there. His entire family, including Ben and himself, were gathered together, playing some sort of board game. Because Five had programmed the exact date and time, he knew they were all eight years old and it was a Saturday. Reginald had gone out for the evening, and Pogo had decided the kids could stand to use more than one hour of play time that day. So, he had asked Grace to make an extra special dinner of their favorite ham and potatoes, with chocolate cake for dessert. While she was preparing it in the kitchen, the siblings celebrated their precious freedom together.

Five smiled to himself while he watched his family playing and getting along. It was one of his better memories of his childhood. They were still young and hadn’t been competitive with each other yet. Training was still fun and the idea of being debuted as the Umbrella Academy for all the world to see was exciting.

Diego and Luther were arguing, of course, but it was more of the normal sibling arguing you would expect, and not the kind where you try and kill one another. Allison was trying to get everyone’s attention to explain the rules of the board game, but no one was listening to her. Five’s young self and Ben were sitting on one of the couches behind her, throwing little pieces of balled up paper into her hair and laughing hysterically behind their hands.

Klaus and Viktor sat dutifully in front of the table with the game, trying to listen to the rules as obediently as possible. That is, until Klaus took one of the playing pieces and stuck it up his nose, making Viktor laugh and Allison annoyed.

“You guys!” she started to protest, but when she saw Klaus take another piece and try to balance it on his head, she started cracking up. “Oh, forget it,” she said with a giggle, picking a piece of paper out of her long curly hair. She turned to Ben and Five who were doing a very poor job of looking innocent. Allison stuck her tongue out and flicked the paper back at them, hitting Five in the nose.

“Alright, children, time to eat!” their mother cheerfully announced from the dining room.

Five watched his little self spring off the couch, pushing Ben down in the process, and laughing. “Yes! I’m starving! I call the biggest slice of cake!”

“No way, Five! I do!” Luther argued as he trotted after his smaller brother.

“I’ll let you have it if you can catch me,” Five teased, just before flashing his bigger brother a haughty smile and blinking away.

The kids eventually made their way into the dining room where they were out of Five’s sight. He closed the door again and pressed his forehead against it, closing his eyes. The urge to burst in there and warn his innocent, younger self about everything that was going to happen was so strong he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest and pulsing in his ears. He wanted to grab him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes. He wanted to tell him not to time travel, even if he thought he was ready. Listen to Reggie. You really will be starving. And you’ll be alone. For so, so long…you’ll be alone.

The internal battle waged on as Five felt the tightening in his chest again and the breaths that wouldn’t come. Black spots began forming behind his eyelids.

He needed a drink. Maybe he could slip inside while they were at the dinner table and steal a bottle of Reginald’s booze. Then maybe he could think straight. No…no, he just needed to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Five, are you ok? You need to get out of here. The experiment worked, you just need to get back now.

I know, Dolores, but what if I can save him? Save me?

Five pressed his forehead harder against the door frame. He was panicking and frozen stiff. He needed to get out of there before someone saw him. Or before his little eight-year old self started experiencing psychosis symptoms.

You can do this, Five. Just open your eyes and move.

I can’t…I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t.

Yes, you can Five…you know you can. You just don’t want to.

As usual, the Dolores inside his head was right. He wanted to stay. God, he wanted to stay there so badly. Despite all of its tortures, the Academy was his home. It was warm and filled with delicious smells from his mother’s cooking. His siblings were there; healthy and alive. His warm, cozy bed was waiting for him upstairs.

Five was certain that if he just waltzed into the kitchen right now, Grace would kiss his forehead and smooth his hair before insisting that he sit down at the table while she made him a plate of food. She would smile and ask where he’d been. When was the last time he was comforted like that? When was the last time anyone cared that much about him?

Your siblings care, Five. You heard them talking about you. They love you.

No, they just think I’m an asshole. They need me to get back to their lives, but they don’t really care.

That’s not true, Five. You know it’s not.

“Stop it stop it stop it stop it,” Five whispered to himself. “Move, stupid. You need to move.”

Nothing you can do will change anything, Five. What has happened has happened. You left your home at thirteen. You got lost in an apocalyptic world all by yourself. You became an old man and an assassin. You tried to save the world. All of these things already happened to you. And there’s nothing you can do to change that.

And just like that, Five snapped out of it. He opened his eyes, lifted his head, and took in his surroundings again. He was still alone. He could still hear his younger self and his siblings in the other room. But it didn’t matter. What was done was done. He could travel years into the past or decades into the future. He could jump a million timelines. But nothing would ever change his past.

The best he could do now was to make sure the future was just a little bit better for him and for his family. So, with a heavy heart, and what felt like a ball of lead in his stomach, Five reluctantly pressed the activation button on his watch. The Academy would never be his home again, and he had to accept that.

“You ok?” his doppelganger asked when he appeared back in the basement.

Five was breathing hard and raggedly, still reeling on his feet. He nodded and clutched the side of the table. “Yeah. Just some lasting symptoms of time travel. It will pass shortly.”

“And it all worked correctly?”

Five nodded again. “Yes.”

The other Five clapped his hands together with determination. “Great! We can get to work on building the second watch, then.” He looked at Five with concern. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Can I just…can you get me a drink? I need one before we start again.”

His older-looking self looked dubious for a second, and then he nodded. “Yeah, sure. You want whiskey?”

“I don’t care. Anything.”

“Alright. I’ll get you one drink, but that’s it.”

“Sure, whatever,” Five sighed as he sat heavily down in one of the chairs.

As the other Five left to go get the drink, Five rested his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands. He needed to pull himself together. He couldn’t crack up now, he needed to concentrate. The tears were starting to form behind his closed lids, but he squeezed his eyes tighter so they would stay there. When he heard the footsteps coming back down the stairs, he wiped his face quickly and straightened up, smoothing down his clothes and combing his hair back into place with his fingers.

“Here,” his other self said as he handed him a tumbler of whiskey.

Five took a small sip and he immediately started to feel better. “Thanks.” He took another, longer drink, and then set the glass on the table before standing up. “Alright, we’re not done. Let’s get to work.”

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princessfbi · 2 years ago

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okey so i need some tv recs for this hiatus 911 fan overall procedure fans i guess that's all the vibe i can think of to ask lol so hit me with your recs

EXCELLENT! So glad you’ve come to me Nonnie. I am honored. This is in no particular order but in terms of general procedurals with similar 911 vibes I’ve got a couple:

1. Sirens

It’s about a paramedic team in Chicago and it’s fucking hilarious. We're talking laugh out loud can still quote it from memory hilarious. There’s two seasons and each episode is about 25 minutes so it’s easy to get through. There is a British counterpart that is also funny but it’s definitely a different tone for sure.

**If you were a fan of Arrow then you'll recognize Josh Segarra

***Also you can scream with me and @lucydonato about the show

2. ER

I always describe 911 to people as ER for first responders. Part of that is because it’s so episodic. It gets really melodramatic at times and there are a LOT of story lines but for the most part the general stakes keep to one episode at a time and the show gives you permission to let things go which is nice. I’m a fan of the earlier seasons as opposed to the later seasons but Angela Bassett is in the last season. Lots of great guest spots and very character driven.

**Characters do die in this show so be aware of MCD warnings. No one is safe in that show. Except maybe Noah Wylie but that's cus it's Noah Wylie.

3. Numb3rs

It’s an awesome crime procedural with a twist on it. The oldest brother, Don, is an FBI agent who has his baby brother, Charlie, help him solve crime using math. This show has all the tropes too. Brother relationship, found family, etc etc.

4. Psych

It’s a procedural with a much lighter tone. Shawn pretends to be psychic and solves crime. It’s chaotic and messy and wonderful and perfect.

**Gives me coming home from the pool and vegging on the couch summer vibes.

5. Castle

On the same side of the coin, it’s another procedural with a twist. Castle is a successful mystery novelist who helps solve crime. Nathan Fillion for those fans of The Rookie and there's a lot powerful female characters in it.

6. Murder, She Wrote

MSW walked so that Castle could run. This is an oldie but a good. Angela Lansbury is a mystery writer who solves crime. It’s super cool knowing that she insisted on hiring a lot of older guest stars so that they could continue to be in the union and get their benefits. Also omg the 80s/90s wardrobe. There's also a couple of episodes with other detectives and crime solvers when Angela started to get tired carrying the weight of quality television on her shoulders.

7. Drop Dead Diva

THIS is such a good law procedural. It has the added bonus as having the same casting director as 911 so you’ll see a lot of familiar faces. But Deb is a model who died and got reincarnated in the body of a plus size lawyer named Jane and it’s the most wonderful little nugget that just existed in its own space. It was SO ahead of it's time on certain issues and it deals with a variety of topics such as body shaming, slut shaming, mental health, etc in such a kind and compassionate and positive way.

**Gives me late summer 'I haven't moved from the couch and omg it's season three' vibes

8. Scorpion

A team of geniuses (with neurodivergent representation in action genre scenarios) who help solve crime and crisis situations for homeland security. Lots of found family feelings! SO MANY! Big time character driven show.

9. White Collar

A white collar criminal agrees to help solve crime with the FBI agent who arrested him. Neal is so whumpable and it's one of the few times I've seen a fandom really embrace the idea of a poly relationship in fanon? Idk I wasn't really in it but the fics I saw all seemed to agree that no one would complain if Peter, Neal, and Elizabeth all lived happily ever after with their golden retriever. NOW, I will say this is a Jeff Eastin show and he has a tendency to take the amazing female characters in the show, throw them in a blender, and then bring them back as Frankenstein's monster bride and act like he didn't just ruin their character and it drives me fucking insane. BUT those first couple of seasons are fantastic.

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startrekprodigyfan · 7 months ago

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Okay yeah… I binged the whole season in one day.

It was actually surprisingly easy to do so. And while that means my planned slower recaps and speculation are basically out the window, I also now just don’t have to worry about spoilers for weeks on end.

I’m still going to keep spoilers under a cut though. Even if you block key hashtags, stuff can get through, and just making the spoilers further down a text post you have to scroll past to continue browsing tumblr doesn’t help either. Hide that content behind a cut, please!

Non-spoiler thoughts:

It was so good. It was honestly more Trek than I could’ve possibly expected. And to all those early naysayers who were confused by the Protostar and where it was supposed to be in the timeline after the first episode of season 1, all of that gets answered and put into context by the end of season 2. Thank GOD! Every single plot point people brought up and thought was a “plot hole” gets filled and explained.

It’s not as emotional as the first season, but the situations and events definitely still have a lot of weight and the stakes are so high for so long too! There’s a surprising number of dark events that happen throughout the series. Way darker than even I’m used to watching the animated shows that I do. Kudos for not skimping on the peril and stakes of the mission for the sake of kids being traumatized lol

And while there is the potential for more, if we never get a season 3 this would still be an extremely satisfying ending all the same. I am very happy there aren’t any loose ends here.

Prodigy is without a doubt the most reliably consistent Star Trek show that’s ever existed. Not a single episode feels like filler. Not a single episode wastes time or characters. Even the goofy episodes have character development and callbacks later, and I genuinely don’t think there’s a single episode that I would skip or not watch again. That’s an amazing feat in and of itself, but as a Trek fan that’s just unheard of! Kudos all around!

Now for my longer spoiler thoughts under the cut:

Okay…

How the HELL did you guys make Wesley Crusher’s time traveling arc sooo good? As a TNG fan I was always annoyed with the “traveler” storylines and with Wesley’s character in general. Even as a kid I never really liked him. But this storyline makes him interesting and gives a lot of weight to his powers. He’s almost like The Doctor from Doctor Who, someone who has so much going on in his head that he’s sort of lost it.

That honestly was the biggest surprise to me. I was convinced that Hologram Janeway (and the construct) were somehow manipulating time and events because of the wormhole. Janeway would be trying to help them, while the construct was trying to stop them. That was my working theory for the start of the series. Imagine my surprise when it turns out it’s Wesley Crusher! wtf!?

I do like that he gets to reunite with his mom finally. And that he learns he has a brother.

Incidentally that’s something else I was not expecting. How MUCH of this series was going to be timeline connected to the events of Picard and Lower Decks respectively. Like, wow… they connected the Mars Shipyard explosion and the Romulan evacuation plot points that made sense for the story. Like holy crap, then FINALLY getting into Starfleet only for the shipyards to explode and Starfleet is severely crippled. I did not expect that to happen, and it’s sadly realistic too.

I still hate the Romulan evacuation storyline from Picard, but as a matter of keeping things consistent it makes sense for it here. And while I don’t like it being a canon event, it’s overall good for the consistency of “prime” trek.

I do like that Dal became a second in command. I’ve always felt like Dal was never really destined to be the captain and that he’s always been better at helping others be their best selves. So it makes sense for his character arc that he learns he doesn’t need to be in charge to make a difference and that there’s no shame in being second.

Overall I am still reeling from how much Trek happened in this season. There’s never a dull moment. Unfortunately I am not optimistic about a 3rd season. Netflix picking up a mostly completed series to broadcast on their streaming service is far FAR cheaper than paying for an entire season to be created outright. And sadly, as much as I want more Prodigy, I have a feeling it’s just not on people’s radars enough for it to do gangbuster numbers enough to convince Netflix to pick them up for a 3rd season. I hope I am proven wrong, but I will not get my desire for more season unrealistically hyped up.

I do want to rewatch the entire show now, because there were clues left in the first season that only get answered at the end of season 2. And I love closed loop time travel storylines like that! I can’t wait to go back and connect the dots knowing what I know now.

An excellent series. Probably one of Trek’s best in decades. A true love for the material and the characters and the legacy of Trek lore all rolled into an amazingly animated package.

#star trek prodigy #star trek #prodigy #prodigy spoilers #gwyn #janeway #star trek: prodigy #rok tahk #jankom pog #zero #gwyn and dal #dal r’el #dal r'el

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lullabyes22-blog · 6 days ago

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Hi Lullabyes,

I stumbled onto FnF but read Mal de Mer first — I’m absolutely in love with everything. I discovered both beautiful stories recently and binge read it through because it is so damn good. With a free Zaun rising; has me spinning in a great way!

I don’t think I can articulate just how; without repeating the reviews on tumblr, on Ao3 or anywhere else you’ve posted. It’s incredible and revolutionary. Your take is what Arcane should have been.

Honestly thank you, the lore, world-building, characterisations, the snippets, the playlists, the art, Pinterest inspirations, the gifs and interactions I’ve seen with fellow readers. It’s everything. The Silco-centric stories has me living!!!!

I’m in awe and you are fantastic as a researcher and author. I never thought I’ll enjoy the pairing of Silco and Mel but now it’s like shimmer and I’m hooked. A rare pair indeed but intoxicating so I’ll be rooting forever after for their endgame as my OTP in Arcane (and Silco x OFC too).

I wish Mel and Silco had interacted on screen because that would have something special, added to the beauty that is Season 1 and I think alter “What could have been”.

I’m going to continue enjoying the Melco ride in FnF but can see the writing on the wall, even though I wish they were end game (badly wish they were endgame). Which is why I’m very, very happy that I still have Mal de Mer to obsess over (and its potential future sequel).

Their pull and push, their intellect, all for the compromise and the bridge between them and their two cities. Sapiosexuals hard at work shenanigans!

(I swear it’s not purely down to smut reasons alone. I think they make such a powerful couple, it’s tantalising to imagine the overlaps, variations and games between them as their attention and attractions deepen to something more meaningful. Even if they’re fighting their natures as they go down. It’s heady to think of and that they fall love as this connection grows, against their will initially; then they continue to choose one another and stay together too)

This is part a thank you for everything, your stories and part question on: whether you would consider ever doing more Silco x Mel in future like FnF epic and outside of Mal de Mer.

I hope you enjoy your break and can’t wait for next chapter when you return.

Thank you so much for reading! It really means a lot and I'm so glad you're enjoying the worldbuilding. FnF has been a labor of love and it's so gratifying to know folks are having fun with it<3

It also thrills me to no end that there are people enjoying the Mel x Silco ship. I'd wanted them to interact ever since seeing the way they both maneauvered through the corridors of power in S1, Mel in the light and Silco in the shadows. imo a team-up between these two chessmasters would've been full of delicious mindgames and epic sass.

I love the Silco and Jayce Parley scene in canon, but I think there'd have been a lot more room for fun stuff if Mel was involved, and it's such a shame the series didn't give us that.

As for future Silco x Mel stuff - I'd absolutely love doing a Mel x Silco fic, possibly a Mal de Mer sequel titled At Sea, but atm I'm pretty tied up with other projects, including the plotting for FnF. It's on my radar, tho, so fingers crossed I can get to it one day!

Thank you so much for your lovely comment, I appreciate every word and I'm really glad you're having fun with these rarepairs<3

#arcane #arcane league of legends #forward but never forget/xoxo #arcane silco #silco #asks #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane mel #mel medarda #silco x mel #melco #mal de mer

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faneliansficaloh · 22 days ago

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A Lifetime of Happiness

(Ch 1) (Ch 2) (Ch 3) (Ch 4) (Ch 5) (Ch 6) (Ch 7)

This is Chapter 8

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25 November 1817

Dear Penelope,

I attended my first Court ball last night. I found it not very different than what you will find back in England, except that I found myself missing a gigue. The fashions are of course a little different than you would see in an English ball room, but I would only make a fool of myself trying to describe them to you, as I am not well versed in fabrics, pleats and frills. But the etiquette was the same as you’d expect in any European court, which this technically is.

It was odd being at a ball after so long. I had the eyes of experience which let me see the frivolous and the romantic mixing at the helm of the ladies dresses as they twirled away. The young couples that were besotted, unaware of anything else in the world but each other, the laughing young men who do not suspect love might struck them down at any moment, if they set their eyes in the exact pair of lips that slightly part and silently, inadvertently beckon; and of course, the less honourable that are just playing games to pass the time. This, I noticed, includes some of the ladies.

The food was delicious. I dare say so far it is the one thing I have found to be much superior. I could spend my days just eating the fresh fruit and the cheese filled bread our cook bakes. It is a good thing I do not have the time and that I have to set an example. The coffee is also the best I have ever had, but I’m afraid the same cannot be said of tea. It does not agree with me to have coffee in the afternoon, it is simply not the same. There are no cobnuts to be found, either, but that is true of anywhere but Kent, I guess.

Nothing truly is the same, but that is the point of travelling, to learn and understand what is different, is it not?

Yours, Colin.

1814 – Kentish Cobnuts

The remainder of the summer and the fall went away pretty quickly. By the time they were on their way to join the Featheringtons on December, he was absolutely sure it had all been a momentary lapse. He was in fact looking forward to seeing Penelope and confirming that everything was as it had always been. He was the picture of contentment the whole way, chatting and pointing out random facts about things he would spot on the way, like an eager child.

“Oh, those are cobnut trees!” He said, excitedly “When we were little, father would bring us out here and we would forage for them. He always knew the best time so we could beat the squirrels to them.” A fond smile plastered in his face at the cherished memory “We’d fill baskets to store them and eat them through the winter. Francesca hates them when they’re green, but those were Father’s favourite. Daphne and Ben would fight for the golden ones, because we had to wait longer for them, but I love them in all their stages. It is a shame the picking season has passed already.” He ended, wistfully.

“That’s nice” Marina muttered, in a distracted tone, without looking out the window.

He recognized he must have annoyed her by talking so much for most of the trip, so he remained silent the rest of it, which was not much longer. The trees he had pointed out were an indication they had reached the Featherington grounds. He hadn’t been there in a very long time as they had never returned to pick cobnuts themselves after his father’s passing, which had been years before Archibald Featherington inherited the title and the families became more closely acquainted.

When they arrived and were let in the drawing room, they were greeted most cheerfully by Mrs and Mr Finch, who were apparently still very much enjoying their newly wed bliss, while Prudence sulked in a corner and barely acknowledged their arrival. Portia welcomed them and asked them to take a seat, while the children were taken upstairs to sleep and their belongings put away in their rooms.

The Featherington house in Kent was where the mismanagement the estate had suffered under Archibald Featherington made itself the most evident. The furniture could do with some fresh upholstery, the wallpaper in the drawing room was starting to yellow, which was not the bright citrus yellow tone Portia favoured, but the sad yellow of aged things that smell of cigar. This sad state reminded Colin that he needed to speak to Portia and offer his help as Jack Featherington had disappeared with the ill gotten funds he had swindled, and presumably left the Featherington women in financial trouble. Seen as it had been him who unmasked Jack, he felt responsible, and knowing Portia, that might be the very reason why they had been invited to join them in the first place.

Such were his thoughts when the drawing room door opened and Penelope came in. He felt a flutter in his stomach and when she smiled at him with her full poppy-red lips, the swelling in his heart did away with the notion that he was past the emotions he had been battling with since July.

“Marina, Colin! How good to see you. Did you have a pleasant trip?” She said as she closed the door behind her, the cascade of red hair swinging around the fair skin of her neck and shoulders.

“Oh, yes. Rather uneventful, really” Marina responded. Colin had remained seated and seemed to be having a headache, as he had closed his eyes and was rubbing at his forehead, with a frown, as he shifted his position on the sofa to be able to rest his head on his hand.

“Are you alright, Colin?” Of course she was truly concerned.

“My apologies, I just need some rest” He said, a little flushed and unable to look at Penelope in the eye.

“You really do not look well, Mr. Bridgerton. You should go lie down” Portia rang the bell.

“I really should. If you’ll excuse me.” As she came into the room Mrs Varley was charged with showing Mr. Bridgerton to his room.

“Has he been ill?” Penelope asked Marina

“He was perfectly fine until a minute ago. As he said, he’s probably just tired, he was talking non-stop the whole way” she said, more complaint than explanation.

“Did he tell you about the--” Penelope said, knowingly and a little excited herself, but Marina did not let her continue.

“Oh, whatever it is he must have, amongst a million other things.” She rolled her eyes “It is me who should have a headache, truly.”

Penelope did not press the matter any further, even though she felt a little slighted that Marina had not let her talk. She figured she was really tired from the trip, even if it was not a very long one from Aubrey Hall.

Colin spent the rest of the afternoon upstairs, on his own, watching the fire in his room. He was wrestling with his thoughts, trying to understand what the upheaval inside him was all about. So far he had been working under the premise that he had been confused in a heated moment.

But he was now wondering if that night, that wretched dream and all the confused thoughts that followed were really just a natural progression of something stronger that had started much, much earlier. But when? Can anyone truly ever pin point the exact moment when their feelings shift for someone?

A knock on the door startled him, but he welcomed the interruption.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to make sure you’re alright” It was Penelope, along with a maid who was carrying a tray. “We’ve brought you tea and biscuits.”

“Pen, you shouldn’t have troubled yourself. I’m feeling much better, thank you.”

“I’m just worried that you’re ill and will make us all sick, that is all” She joked, with a soft smile. She had a small box in her hands and showed it to him “These are for you, I’ll leave them here” she deposited the box on a table beside the door. “I’m glad you feel better, we’ll see you at dinner then.” He nodded, and she left with the maid.

After the door closed, he crossed the room to inspect the box. It was filled with cobnuts. He stood frozen in place, as if his feet were nailed to the floor, as a flood of shared memories washed over him.

Oh, it had definitely started much, much earlier indeed.

***

“Ah, Mutton! It’s been ages since we had roasted mutton!” Prudence seemed too excited, prompting her mother to giver her a scolding look.

That evening they were joined by the Dankworths, to celebrate their son Harry’s engagement to Prudence. They had met in church a couple of months back and Portia had since then been using all of her powers to ensure that Prudence did not betray all of their recent misfortunes, as unfortunately her name was only that—she was in fact anything but prudent.

“What a coincidence! Mutton is my favourite, Miss Featherington, especially roasted and with such a beautiful arrangement of vegetables to accompany it, what a delightful combination!”

Penelope was convinced that if it were left to him alone, Harry would have married Prudence not a week after they met. Nothing was more agreeable to him than a thing that pleased her and nothing more detestable than that which annoyed her, he was a newborn learning about the world through Prudence’s eyes. And even though Prudence did not show any inclination as overtly as her suitor did, Penelope could tell she was very pleased with him.

“It is really a very good roast” Colin felt compelled to note once they had started eating, since a prolonged silence seemed to have befallen the dinning room after Harry’s exultation.

“The potatoes are very good, too.” Said Marina, prompting Colin to look over at her plate, and then he noticed something that incited his curiosity.

“I thought you loved tomatoes” It seemed Marina had been taking them off the mutton and putting them aside.

“Oh. I do like them, but they make my mouth tingle and itch sometimes, so I don’t eat them.”

Penelope raised her eyes to meet his and bit her lips in to avoid laughing at him, but he felt teased and couldn’t avoid chuckling.

“The carrots are excellent” Penelope added taking a bite.

“And the peas?” Colin asked her, with journalistic interest.

“Superb, I declare!” She beamed

“Indeed!” Colin nodded, with affected seriousness. Marina rolled her eyes but neither paid any attention.

“Any comment on the beets?” Penelope asked him

He mocked deep thought “I dare say they are positively exquisite!”

“I found them scrumptious my self”

“Very well put, yes” he nodded.

Penelope was extremely glad to see that he was in good spirits and was being friendly to her again. She had noticed he had been avoiding her since their arrival, and she had assumed he was either feeling ill or was upset with her for some reason. It was such a relief to know she still had his friendship.

“It is all very good, yes, we shall commend the Cook for this wonderful meal. Thank you.” Portia put an end to the game. She didn’t have time to address whatever that was, she needed to focus on Prudence, who had already been sulking about Jack Featherington disappearing and thus abruptly ending their forced engagement. However favourably it all had turned out for them, she needed to ensure Prudence wasn’t jilted once more.

***

January was already coming to an end when Portia got truly alarmed. Of course she knew Penelope had always had a tender attachment to Colin Bridgerton, which she had tried time and again to discourage. It was simply unrealistic; the boy seemed to live in the clouds and had more attention from the ladies than he knew what to do with. There was nothing worse in her experience than a man that knew himself to be a catch – At the time she had feared that he would only waste Penelope’s time leading her on forever until he had had his fill of all the frivolous flirting and actually decided to take a wife, possibly sometime in the next twenty years.

She hadn’t had much trust that Marina’s plan of seducing him would succeed and was thus extremely surprised – and relieved – when it did. Not only were they out of the predicament they faced with the girl expecting a child under her roof, but also because finally, her daughter would be persuaded to leave her hopes behind and focus on her future. Of course she did not enjoy seeing her daughter suffer as she did when the marriage was a done thing -the poor thing tried very hard to disguise it, but it was evident to her mother. She was so young, though, Portia assumed she would move on quickly.

But now, well over a year later, much to her dismay she started to notice a very unexpected development. Penelope’s friendship with Mr. Bridgerton had only gotten stronger now that, as he liked to say half-jokingly, they were cousins, and what was even worse, he seemed to allow himself some new liberties under the guise of them being so related.

They would often carry conversations on their own, laughing at their little jokes that, frankly, weren’t even that funny. He was always looking after her, very attentive and making sure she was not left out of things, which was all very kind and good of him, but it was the lingering glances that made Portia start to pay more attention to Mr. Bridgerton’s behaviour.

Nothing untoward had occurred, of course, but that particular January morning she noticed something more. A too-pleased smile on his face accompanied his outright stare directed at an unsuspecting Penelope, who was playing with Marina’s girl on the floor of the drawing room of her own house. It was rather pathetic and she fully expected him to let out a dramatic, longing sigh at any moment – if it were any other girl, she could have laughed at him.

“Penelope, I need you here!” she had called her, trying to break the stare but not being able to think of an excuse quickly enough. And then, of course the gentleman he was went to help her get up. Was she imagining things? Could no one else see the way he stared into her face as she lifted her, quite unnecessarily close? But Marina was busy with her boy, and her other daughter and her son in law were never paying attention to anything. She crossed glances with Mrs. Varley whose alarmed face confirmed her own fears.

“What is it mama?” Portia brought her hand to her head, fidgeting with her hair

“I forget, but come, sit here with me” She positioned her so that Penelope’s back would be turned to Mr. Bridgerton while she could see him. She then started fidgeting with Penelope’s skirts. “We should get you a new wardrobe for this upcoming season”

“Weren’t we already going to do that anyway?” Her mother was acting oddly, even for her.

“Yes, but – I will let you choose whatever colours you prefer this season” She said with the softest smile she had ever given her and Penelope did not know how to feel about it. Was she dying and nobody had told her?

“Is everything alright, mama?” It was her turn to be alarmed.

“Of course it is! I only want you to have whatever you feel you need to succeed this year”

It was the look of tenderness in her mother’s eyes that really made Penelope worry. She got closer to her mother and whispered “Have we lost all our money again, mama?” Portia so far had not made any real push for her to marry, and now she was talking about her succeeding. She immediately concluded she was scheming to get her a rich husband to get them out of some new trouble.

“Why would you say that? Of course not. Believe it or not, I care for you, and only wish to see you settled and secure” And far away from Mr. Bridgerton, she would have added if not for the risk of being overheard. She nibbled on the tip of her thumb. “And perhaps we should extend your social circle, beyond your family, at least”

“Oh?” Portia gave her a significant glance, tilting her head a little bit. “Oh, Yes, I suppose I should.” It was true that she had been spending most of her time with Marina’s family since they had joined them in the country. “Can I be excused, I would like to go to my room”

“Very well”

And, of course, as Penelope left the room Colin’s gaze followed her.

“Mr. Bridgerton!” Portia called him a little too harshly.

“Yes?” He was startled and quite confused at the tone.

Portia changed her face from scolding to a more amiable smile “Are you planning on going back to Aubrey Hall before the London Season?”

“No, we will be going to London directly from here, I have business to tend to in town.” Marina gave her an intrigued look. He had never before had any business to tend to.

“Isn’t it odd that Penelope is going and you are not?” Phillipa finally uttered from the other side of the room.

“Is she?” His interest seemed a little too much sparked. Portia could see him reconsidering his visit. The one time Phillipa had paid attention to something that wasn’t about her and it had to be this.

“I’m still considering if I will let her go” Portia said. “Why, she’s my only company now that my other two are married, I may want her to stay with me. Who knows, next season she might be married as well” She said raising an eyebrow, ready to catch the slightest sign of a reaction. His frown cemented her resolution.

“I am utterly tired of being a guest in other people’s houses, I wish to be back on my own home” Marina said and Colin nodded as if to agree.

And with that, it seemed the matter was settled.

Colin and Marina did return to London the very next day, and since Penelope had been very insistent on going to Aubrey Hall with Eloise the following month and Portia thought that it would not hurt Penelope to have Lady Bridgerton’s support in the upcoming season—she would in fact need every possible advantage she could get, so she let her go with the warning that she should never be unchaperoned under any circumstances. This puzzled Penelope enormously, as she had never required a chaperone at the Bridgertons.

It did not matter. She would not let that dampen the joy she felt at the prospect of spending time with her dear friends.

Chapter 9

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aliusfrater · 2 months ago

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your thoughts on a what if scenario with later seasons Sam relapsing on demon blood? Just something I saw online and curious what your thoughts are.

i've seen this concept lots and while it is interesting and has a lot of potential, the versions i've seen very often neglect to recognise the major factors that went into sam's addiction and how his addiction influenced his season four arc. like it's important to note that it started with grief as agency and agency channeled through the winchester familial ideal of revenge which was then manipulated into sam and ruby's sexual relationship and although his addiction wasn't in 'full swing' till the last 1/3 of season four, grooming, specifically his relationship with ruby and the rape/repeated coercion + his nonrelationship with azazel, is tied to sam's relationship with his ingesion of ruby's blood and it's a huge aspect of of the addiction. then there's also the part of it that relates to sam's usage of his abilities and its conflation with his perceivable independence and how that independence is conflated within the dichotomy of monstrosity (along with sam's personal conflation of it with his violated autonomy) especially re: his relationship with dean. the conditions were pretty much perfect for sam to develop an addiction, basically and i think that in a canon compliant relapse it'd have to include an event that echoes more than one angle of the initial circumstances that resulted in his developing of one in the first place.

i read a fic once (i didn't really enjoy the writing or the execution so i didn't bookmark it :/) where sam relapsed after he was force-fed demon blood while being held captive by the bmol then continued to use it until there was intervention from cas. the initial premise is pretty good but there's next to nothing about sam's season twelve arc that warrants his continued abuse of the demon blood. consider his 5.14 relapse, after which he's promptly locked into the panic room to be detoxed, something it's very possible he didn't fight against due to his reaction to dean and bobby doing the same to him in 4.21/22 ("no, he was right to say it. i mean, i don't blame him after what i did.") and his own shame regarding the possibility of relapsing while being knowingly affected by famine that quite literally led to him asking to be locked in handcuffs. if it's going to be a continuously explored set of actions i think that there just has to be more to his relapse than just the initial event.

i haven't really thought about it past that though because it's not super appealing to me for the same reason(s) i think it's often neglected within the concept especially since the narrative doesn't really provide space for it lol like we got some pretty decent sam and lucifer scenes but past season eleven (and rowena's relationship with lucifer) they were mainly on jack's behalf and weren't really explored past that (minus the gaps jared's acting filled); i think the same would happen to sam should his addiction be the foundation of one of his arcs so i'm fine without it at all (unless anyone has some pretty good fic recs ;P)

#the concept of his powers being explored at the centre of his own arc in the later-seasons is an entirely different topic though #but don't ask me about that i'll get annoyed especially on behalf of sam's relationship with jack #quaerit

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years ago

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fic rec friday 32

welcome to the thirty-second fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. A Dragon’s Treasure by @wittyy-name

As heir to the kingdom, Lance always thought he knew exactly what life had in store for him. That is, until a dragon kidnaps him at the age of sixteen. Suddenly his life is a lot less parties, lessons, and castles, and a hell of a lot more barren mountains, grumpy dragons, and boredom. From heir to prize, in just one night.

So now he’s stuck living in a cave with an adolescent, grumpy dragon who doesn’t seem to want him there but still won’t let him go. Not to mention his annoying habit of defeating every suitor who tries to come rescue Lance.

As much as he hates to admit it, he’s probably going to be here for a while. So he might as well settle in and get to know this dragon named Keith.

i accidentally lied last week this one is the last one from my rereadables collection. and for good reason!! dragon beauty and the beast tbh. and wittyy-name ALWAYS nails the complicated i-love-you-and-feel-trapped-by-you, complicated relationships kind of thing. and i fckn love it so so much

2. Needle and Thread by VulpesVulpes713

Based on the prompt "kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing ". Keith tries to fix a tear in his jacket. Lance just wants some attention. The end result? Feelings.

this one is so cute they are so in love u know?? they just like to be around each other. always a fun read. vulpes is very good at klance with a crush on each other regardless of whether they’re already dating lol

3. Plans Are Overrated, Anyway by @chyeahlex16

"Lance, I-" "I know, I know," Lance said as he bustled around his nearly bare bedroom, tossing shirts out of drawers and pictures off of walls into his open suitcase on his bed. "I totally procrastinated till the last minute, just like you said! I don't need to hear the 'I told you so,' a little help packing would be nice!" "Lance-" "I bet you're already packed," he went on, oblivious to his best friend anxiously shifting in his doorway in frustration and anxiety. "Man, I can't wait until we get there-" "Lance! I have something to tell you!" Lance blinked, stilling his movements. He'd never seen his best friend so... guilty and anxious before. His brows pulled together in concern. "What's up, buddy?" "I'm not going to the Garrison with you." ~ In which I project onto Lance about things that I'm currently going through because I need to vent lol

HUNK AND LANCE HUNK AND LANCE HUNK AND LANCE. we do NOT have enough of it in this here fandom, ESPECIALLY prekerb, early relationship, and what a shame! i have always loved this fic’s exploration of their relationship and the ways they had to learn to grow into themselves, the starts and explanations for the way they were when we saw them. i love them

4. With These Hands by @azapofinspiration

Despite all the trouble they'd been through, Hunk figured everything had turned out all right. After all, he and Lance had managed to return to the castle!

Then Hunk sees the bruises and knows that things are not as good as he thought.

bro a-zap has always KILLED early season dynamics and their missing moments series is everything!! ive always needs three hundred percent more context on the mermaid episode and this fic provides not only that but also some excellent hunk & lance moments, with hurt/comfort that isnt imbalanced or infantilizing on either paladin’s part which is a low bar but awesome anyway

5. Not As Clueless by @azapofinspiration

Pidge had always thought it was strange that despite being quite observant, Lance had completely missed the fact that she was a girl. However, it seems that that wasn’t really the case.

from the same series i just mentioned! lance IS observant, thank you very much, and i loved this take and interpretation. as much as lance does have a tendency to be dense about things, he also tends to be very observant bc hes a walking dichotomy. he notices things but his conclusions are often different than what others would make, and this entire concept is nailed in like 1.5k words

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#lots of platonic today and hell yeah for that!!#vld #voltron #team as family #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #dragon keith #prince lance #hunk & lance #lance & pidge #fic rec #fic rec friday #established klance

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 9 months ago

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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (22)

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Into that good night…-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: She couldn’t believe he was gone, that she’d never hear his voice again. Katniss prepares to say goodbye to Haymitch Isn't it strange-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: “I regret it all, because those gifts were made specifically for me, nobody else could ever really understand the significance of the row of flowers by my house, or comprehend why I felt so cheated when I saw the painting of a sun rising through the valley that I have watched many a time from my rooftop, or how it breaks my heart that somehow after all this time he remembers the lyrics to The Valley Song, that was written in delicate calligraphy in a paint that seems to only appear when the sun shines directly on it, over the painting. It’s all too personal. Even the loaves of bread which I’m sure are rotting away in my kitchen, and it fills me with an overwhelming sense of guilt, shame, anger, hatred, and fear, because all these actions are so inherently Peeta, and what I’m doing is so inherently me that I can’t help but hope just a little that things are going back to normal, and that maybe one day he can forgive me for everything I’ve done.” Post-mockingjay fic, through the seasons of growing back together. Starring Buttercup. Jolly Sailors Bold-aimmyarrowshigh (ao3) Summary: When Finnick came home from his Games, he had riches -- bloody gold for bloody deeds -- and a trident. So he bought a boat, and he looked out over that horizon. Just Close Your Eyes, You’ll Be Alright-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Prompt 154: Soulmate au where your soulmates injuries and scars show up on your body tinted in their favorite color. Katniss through the years as she discovers new marks, pondering what it could possibly be, finally figuring out that her soulmate is being hurt way too regularly and in very specific places. Do her parents figure out Peeta is being abused? How do they find and "rescue" him? Or does Peeta live his whole childhood being abused before turning 18? Does he runaway? How do he and Katniss find their way to one another? Katniss, Is That You?-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Peeta comes home to check on his wife before Trick or Treaters arrive. Keep the Blood in Your Head-atetheredmind (ao3) Summary: AU. "Katniss Everdeen wanted him to live. She wanted him to come home. And he could do it, for her. He would. If there was anything worth fighting for now, it was her." Peeta Mellark is chosen as tribute for the 74th Hunger Games. Last Wish-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: At 17 Peeta Mellark finds himself face to face with his long time crush, Katniss Everdeen, confessing his feelings for her. But, at 18, when they think they're free from the Reaping, they end up District 12's latest Tributes. As their lives are in peril, Katniss whispers to him: "Ask me!" Will she grant him his Last Wish?. One shot ('Long' One Shot) Learn Your Song-ashyblondwaves (ao3) Summary: Modern Day AU: Katniss Everdeen had spent the last three years working at the only electronics and office supply store in District 12, and it was time once again to prepare for Christmas. The rapid changes always brought new sights, new sounds, and this year it brought Peeta Mellark — the new seasonal hire. Less of This-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss wakes up from a nightmare and Peeta soothes her back to sleep. Let the Moment Seize You-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: Peeta's adolescence told through a series of vignettes.

#t #teen and up masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist

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colossal-niamh · 8 months ago

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Just a big list of some stuff I think is neat

I haven't been super active on here in a minute so I'm just gonna lighting round a bunch of stuff I've been watching/reading X-Men '97- Fucking incredible. This is probably my favorite piece of non comic superhero media since Spectacular Spider-Man. The animation, the melodrama, the narrative showcasing the struggles of building a better tomorrow and existing in a world where your existence is perceived as a threat. Can't wait for season 2 The Crow (1994)- Wanted to get to this before the remake comes out. This is very much a situation where I procrastinated on watching something I knew I'd like and when I finally got around to it I went "Yeah I was right I liked it a lot!" The Crow is equal parts mournful as it is hopeful for a better tomorrow, a balancing act between the grief of loss and celebration of life. A damn shame we lost Brandon Lee so young because he was enthralling the entire film, an irreplaceable talent. The Venture Bros- I was making my way through the series on my own for a good while now. Showing it to some irl friends gave me the excuse to rewatch it all before I see the final season because I LOVE Venture Bros. it has firmly cemented itself as one of my favorite shows ever. I can't even get into it here or this will just become a Venture Bros gush fest. X-Terminators (2022)- Literally just read this today, what a delightful little book. it's a bit weird dropping in here as the book's smack dab in the middle of the nearly finished Krakoa era of the X-Men books. Luckily this needs little to no context as it's 4 of most fun women in the X-Men cast cracking jokes and kicking Dazzler's shitty ex in the dick. Also said ex is a literal blood sucking vampire Shin Ultraman- The last of Hideaki Anno's Shin trilogy I needed to see. Ultraman is admittedly the one I'm least familiar with out of the tokusatsu big 3, but this film made me far more interested in it than I was before. a great action flick about keeping the flame of hope lit even in dire situations. I liked all of the Shin movies but here's how I'd rank them; 1. Shin Godzilla 2. Shin Ultraman 3. Shin Kamen Rider Steven Universe- Soooo, I was one of those kids that listened to shitty criticism of SU back when it was airing and it ruined my perception of the show for years. It took until recently to realize the critics I listened to were not only bad at media analysis (and just a bad person in general) but also outright lying about the contents of the show. to rectify this mistake I've been rewatching SU and man, I was so wrong about this show. It's exceptional stylistically and narratively, and teaches some genuinely well thought out life lessons to it's target age demographic. It's not garbage, it's great! RRR- Admittedly I watched this further back than anything else on this list but that doesn't matter because YOU NEED TO SEE RRR! This movie is 3 hours of distilling the power of friendship and anti-colonial sentiment into the most Dudes Rock movie ever put to film. by the end I was screaming my head off like a crazy person for 20 minutes straight. what are you even doing here reading this? GO WATCH RRR!

#x men 97 #the venture bros #x men #venture bros #x terminators #ultraman #shin ultraman #marvel #steven universe #the crow #rrr movie #rrr

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sidecharactersdomatter · 5 months ago

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Thoughts I had during TGCF S2 Ep 12

Last Ep of S2 let’s do this!

Previously on TGCF…

-All wells that ends on the Fang Xin mystery

-“Just focus on doing what you want to do” best life advice ever

-Qingxuan really went, “They seem to be very good friends”

-He blushed!

-They laughed!

-No he will not while the laundry’s running

-That one guy is eavesdropping outside the palace

-They cannot just leave us on a cliffhanger like that!

-Dang no one should slander Hua Cheng shame on them

-Another facepalm!

-It was 3 days?!!!

-That one god got frightened once he saw FX covered in blood, and meanwhile Mu Qing just smirked

-The temple massaging was a dead sign

-More Hua Cheng Slander

-Mu Qing’s opinion

-I really love the music that was played from S1 EP 4

-Pei Ming was responsible for this month’s security

-I wonder why Prosecutor Pei Ming left his guard down?

-Mu Qing’s smirk

-Xianle won’t be banished!

-That was it, the security was getting tighter

-Ugh the Xie Lian slander

-Meanwhile, in Jun Wu’s study…

-That was a lot of paused frames to transition from the recap of eps 7-11

-He’ll probably try to reason with Lang Qianqiu

-That’s what we’d like to know and the answer’s been given by Jun Wu

-Instrumental Bu San seems to be Jun Wu’s main theme

-Jun Wu had a spy… or did he?

-There’s a mole in Heaven

-He’s tightening the security because of Hua Cheng

-He switched from calling him San Lang to Hua Cheng!

-There’s security tape outside his palace

-Xianle’s heyday in his childhood!

-His mother

-The nostalgia’s made him wistful

-Oh he’s running now

-Qi Rong and Qianqiu’s words are ringing in his mind

-He’s picked up speed

-His breakdown!

-He jumped!!!

-So that’s how he gets down to mortal realm!!!

-That graceful landing

-It’s autumn

-So many young disciples

-HE WAS SO YOUNG AND INNOCENT!!!!!!!!

-XL’s mother is a huge inspiration to the many parents of my OCs

-It was a flashback 800 years ago!

-His sword

-HIs robe is gonna need a quick stitch up!

-It took him all day

-Literally those chipmunk squirrel hybrids

Squirrel 1: Well they were right here a second ago, and now they’re gone!

Stuffed! Squirrel 2: Yeah, that’s pretty weird huh?

Squirrel 1: So you’re telling me you didn’t eat ‘em, and you have NO IDEA WHERE THEY ARE!

Squirrel 2: Uh-uh

*Xie Lian Enters and both Squirrels book it, the 2nd squirrel spits out the nuts*

Squirrel 1: AAAAAH!!! Run away! I knew you ate them!

This dialogue was from Brother Bear, I really felt like including it in the reaction when. I saw both squirrels and I prolly don’t have plans to watch said movie right now

-It’s a dilapidated temple

-The place is in ruins

-A well!

-The animators really deserve a raise for animating XL entering the well

-A secret entrance!

-It’s the tunnels of lake Laogai in Book 2 earth

-He can firebend!!!

-It’s the star map ceiling from Wan Shi Tong’s library, I really love spotting all the Last Airbender references

-The tombs, *gasps* they’re his parents’ tombs!

-He has been through a lot

-This is similar to the altars at my relatives’ homes

-That noise!

-It sounds like crying

-Baby Guzi!!!

-Oh no and you’re not supposed to shake and shout and children!

-Did anyone else get chills when the weird music played when he looked into the tomb of dust?

-Oh no!

-The statue moved and Qi Rong’s leitmotif

-That was close!!!

-His mask and royal robes

-Baby Guzi!

-His father!

-He possed Guzi’s Dad

-Nobody else rescued the child when they fled Qi Rong’s domain?!?!

-Damn

-His eyes are turning red!

-Masochist

-Worst family reunion I’ve seen

-And you’re not supposed to traumatize children

-Baby Guzi’s in tears!

-Those words still stung

-The flashbacks!

-Ban Yue’s voice!

-Young Lang Qianqiu!

-An Le!

-Recapping Seasons 1 & 2

-His shrine!

-Xianle has fallen

-The soldier

-The child he saved

-Move over J Michael Tatum, no offense to his fans really sry

-They cannot jut leave us on a cliffhanger like that!!!

And that was TGCF Season 2! *Casually prepares shrine and starts praying for the short film, eventual movie, and Seasons 3-8* What really carried this season was Junior Official Xiao Mengyou, Lang Qianqiu’s whole impact, Shi Qingxuan slaying, Jun Wu’s Emperussy, Prosecutor Pei Ming, Yin Yu’s debut, Hua Cheng being the goat all thanks to James Cheek, Fengqing conflict, Feng Xin being the himbo, Lucien Dodge eating it up as Mu Qing, Qi Rong being this season’s freak, Guzi being Babey, and Howard Wang eating it up as Xie Lian especially in Episodes 6 and 10-12. That was all for this summer’s reactions. I am going to be bust this fall with sketching and mainly writing after class so, See you next time! The Scrap Immortal and the Avatar is set to start in January 2025!

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7grandmel · 10 months ago

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Todays rip: 06/04/2024

Tactical Three-Time Grammy Award-Winning Action

Season 2 Featured on: A HOT ONE

Ripped by Harmony Friends

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It's funny: for a surprising number of posts now, I've been sort of writing "around" the works of the ripper Harmony Friends, without ever - excluding collaborative projects like Balcony Fusion Collab - actually covering one of those works for a post. Which is a damn shame!! Because in their four-year tenure on SiIvaGunner, Harmony Friends had a pretty notable impact on the channel's life, from making Donkey Kong a mainstay of the channel's identity through creating the Coconut Gun Rap as referenced in CG Man HD Remastered Edition, to directing the incredible King for Another Day Tournament and pushing the boundaries of the channel's scope as described in NIGHTMARESCAPE 〜Unrestrained HyperCam 2〜 (Final Boss Phase 2), and many ways more. But, most importantly of all, they led the trend for a series of very silly YTP-esque sentence mixing rips on the channel, of which Tactical Three-Time Grammy Award-Winning Action remains a personal favorite.

So what am I referring to with these "very silly YTP-esque sentence mixing rips"? Well, if you'll recall just earlier this week, the April Fools rip Our Sweet Parsley was made specifically in tribute to Harmon Friends' work of this kind - the ones that edit and twist easily-identifiable song lyrics, primarily from Sonic the Hedgehog games, to pure comedic off-the-wall effect. Sentence-mixing is an age-old skill of the YouTube Poop trade, yet it feels as if Harmony Friends' work with rips like Thunder, Rain and Lightning, A Ghost's Bean Soup, and of course The Coconut Gun Rap were what turned said work into a mainstay on SiIvaGunner in particular, to show the potential sentence mixing had as a method of effective bait-and-switching, messing around with the track *just* enough to feel wrong in a fun way whilst still being easily missable up to a certain point in the song. Yet this bait-and-switch appeal was, as I've mentioned many times before, something that primarily worked within Season 1 itself, within 2016, when the channel's mere existence was still so novel, unknown to so many. Season 2's shift to having more takeovers and events was a brilliant way to keep the channel fresh, whilst also directing several rippers in the team to try their hand at once specific joke within their individual style. And THAT is where Tactical Three-Time Grammy Award-Winning Action comes in: on the day of Smoothness.

It feels as if I've talked enough about the Grammy-Award Winning 1999 Hit Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty for a lifetime already back in Haltmanna feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20, but its appeal should be pretty obvious to anyone who's ever heard the song. Put succinctly, is at once incredibly memorable and well-composed, and has lyrics that are as memeable as can be. Pair those traits with the iconic status Snake Eater from Metal Gear Solid 3 already has in gaming circles, and with Hinchy's aforementioned knack for the silliness, and the result was a rip that felt destined to occur at one point or another. The moment the rip starts, the moment you start anticipating the James Bond-esque opening fanfare to Snake Eater, only to be met with the all-too-familiar first riff of Smooth, you KNOW exactly what the rip is going to be, and you KNOW just then and there how perfect of an idea it is. I'm already a huge fan of rips that do completely original vocal covers with new lyrics such as Maskettaman - Dr. Pavel's Fly-So-Good, but something about how Tactical Three-Time Grammy Award-Winning Action keeps ping-ponging from Snake Eater to Smooth's vocals scratches a very particular part of my brain - as if I'm waiting with every line to see how it could be merged with Smooth's lyrics. And at every turn, I'm rewarded oh so blissfully.

From outright replacing the bridge's bellowing "But you're so supreme!!" with Smooth's "'cause you're so SMOOTH", to the way that the pause in "not for honor but for you" is removed to give way for extra syllables on the part of Smooth's vocals, together forming "not for honor but / to suit your mood", each change feels oh so deliberately done to maximize both sides of the rip. Althewhile, just like My Sweet Parsley and its contemporaries, the original instrumental still plays - Smooth never overtakes the running Snake Eater melody, merely complimenting it with flourishes from its own vocals or guitar riffs. Yet by the time they actually DO overtake the song as the chorus builds, it all feels so natural already, the Snake Eater instrumentals fit Smooth's emotional high so well at this point - its shocking how well the balance is maintained throughout the whole rip. And because of that, Tactical Three-Time Grammy Award-Winning Action is more than just very funny: it's a genuinely great take on Snake Eater, as the contributions from Smooth in a way help punctuate the song's existing high points, althewhile of course still being very funny.

It's really quite hard to go wrong with a Smooth rip in general, of course - but there is a real magic to listening to Tactical Three-Time Grammy Award-Winning Action after knowing already just how good Harmony Friends are at doing this particular flavor of rips from their work in the prior Season. It's the kind of rip that felt, perhaps not destined to happen, but like...with a Smooth rip underway and Harmony Friends on the team, it was such a natural extension of the joke to create, and one that was followed through on in spades of quality. And after having spent so many posts alluding to one particular ripper, I'm happy to have finally gotten to make one on the ripper behind it all.

#todays siivagunner #season 2 #siivagunner #siiva #Hinchy #Harmony Friends #snake eater #metal gear solid #mgs #mgs3 #mgs2 #mgs3 snake eater #solid snake #matchbox 20 #carlos santana #smooth #Youtube #Bandcamp

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