#live laugh love things that psychologically destroy me

[zelinlosertown]

and this is going in my slaylist

I HEART THE JAMES 80085 ARG!!!

[stopmyhearts]

Don't know if anyone wants this but I finally got a chance to relisten to fractures and edit my notes :) So here's my (sort of) liveblog

oh the theme tune is a little different i like that

oh opening narration that's cool

this civil war does seem interesting

oh poor Romana she knows those numbers by heart

takes it all completely on herself

I feel like there is a lot to be said about those tactics and what they mean

Romana puts lives first before anything and that is an interesting psychology

and I'm pretty sure she was a historian, wasn't she? So she knows precisely what she's destroying

and good on her for preventing this from becoming a time war

she is so ruthlessly tactical and I love it

I wonder what it did to Romana's mind to be imprisoned again

ugh there is no honor I love her

love Narvin and Leela working together

they were a very good team last episode

yes it pleases me I love Leela doing violence :)

this is so much more Leela's territory it's interesting how she seems so much more comfortable with a purpose

oh shit

that's bad

oh I do love Mary Tamm

oh Romana worrying 🥺 she does care

I think it's really interesting psychologically to see Romana without power

oh he is suffering <3

wonderful

I cannot see anything that pain in her voice

oh Leela

oh shit is that when that happens

I knew she goes blind at some point

oh no poor Leela

she really is desperate love how she says that

it's so interesting how they're really two sides of the same coin

using nearly the same arguments

similar tactics and manipulation

just that Pandora has no morals left

Oh yes Narvin is suffering

I love that Leela is so capable

and standing up for herself

even as she's clearly denying the reality of the situation

Leela take my hand 🥺

I love Leela going for Narvin

and Romana counting on Leela so completely even in this situation

they should always be holding hands

evil K9 is kind of cute

I love getting glimpses of Romana's childhood

is this another suicide plan

desperate situation, desperate measures the situation really doesn't have to be that desperate for Romana to start doing stuff like this

it's really cool how Romana knows all of gallifrey's secrets

I adore that even the evil ones know how loyal Leela is

oh he is indeed good at moaning

I think it's very interesting how Leela approaches the idea of more invasive medical treatment

these Time Lords are really kind of useless

okay now what is Darkel's situation here

oh Leela 🥺

I love her

that is wonderful

even in his sleep Narvins must correct me😆

I am pretending wonderful

that is actually a really interesting narrative choice for Leela and I hope it'll be explored properly

and Gallifrey has been dark for her for a long time so having that be physical is so good

Romana is kind of paranoid

the savage has more lives than a Time Lord😆

oh that is good

very good

oh I love that even so injured he thinks of Romana first

interesting stuff with that vault

love that they can apparently just do surgery on time

that doctor is really mean

she is not fucking stupid

oh I want to kill him

Narvin being the only one remotely trusted is interesting

is it a prison

oh what the fuck is that

compelling

this political maneuvering is interesting

Leela sounds so heartbroken

and I still want to kill that doctor

oh I love that view on the war

oh fuck

Leela 🥺

it should be forbidden to make her cry that is heartbreaking

high contender for most heartbreaking moment of Gallifrey

god she cries in the same way I do as quiet as suppressed as possible that's horrible

now Romana are you going to make more fucked up decisions ? 👀

the little fool love the Romana/Pandora dynamic even in the distance

oh Romana is scared

I love that Narvin has got his priorities down now

Her safety be damned I can't allow the thing in there to possess a Time Lord president that's his moral core

you're gonna regret saying that I am laughing and in pain

he's got integrity gotta respect that

I shall take her at my leisure why did that sound so sexual

she will be quite quite mad adore that

alright you can guard me 😆

oh Leela pleading with K9

oh K9 is fighting for her

my heart

Brax mention!

Leela I love you

I see Narvin is feeling better

no one will ever laugh at me yes Leela kill them all I love you

I love K9

he is better at lying than anyone in this show

I love how all the things Pandora does are the same sort of things Romana would do just more intense

K9's little trembling voice 🥺

Romana you do not know what you are doing

oh fuck this is tense

it's like this episode was written precisely for me

Leela is so worried for Romana still

Narvin really gets put through the wringer

too many Romanas ? 👀

oh Romana's noises

her gasping

she is also very good at suffering

love that it's Leela who gets through to her

lots and lots of good screaming and moaning and gasping in this chapter

oh is Romana hurt

an identity crisis for Romana? 👀 love that

that's narratively very cool to use the academy

oh she's going to faint

that was good

this stuff was like psychologically written for me

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

How would the tfp cons react at becoming celebrities after humans spot them and instant of panicking they start to fan girl over them

I love questions like this, because, it's actually true. The Cons have lots of fans! It was really fun writing about how they'd all react to their sudden rise to fame.

TFP Con's Reaction to Being Celebrities/Fangirled Over

Megatron:

-Definitely surprised, at first

-He'd need a minute to process, and take it all in

-But then he'd burst out laughing

"HAHAHAHA! The sheer IRONY! ...The very creatures which my DEAR friend OPTIMUS swore to protect...are clambering over one another to express their devotion to ME!"

-And when Optimus finds out, Megatron is SO smug about it. He KNOWS how much this whole thing is gonna emotionally destroy the Prime, and he LIVES for it.

-Megatron would smirk, signing a human's autograph, and say: "Haven't you heard, Optimus? I'm quite popular on this planet!"

-Kinda hilarious, honestly

-He'd also turn ALL the humans against the Autobots and use them as disposable soldiers...a new army of Vehicons, but smaller.

Starscream:

-At first...he'd be TERRIFIED.

-A crowd of human fans would swarm him -- screaming, fangirling, asking him to sign things, etc.

-So, of course, he'd be like:

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

And just pathetically run away screaming.

He'd start out annoyed and disgusted:

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, VERMEN!"

Megatron would get a kick out of Starscream's reaction, as well. He'd elbow the second-in-command, and tease him:

"Why the long face, Starscream? Aren't you glad to finally be the object of worship?"

-Eventually, Starscream WOULD be glad (though he'd never admit it to the other Cons)

-The fame would go straight to his head. Soon, he'd dream of ruling both Cybertron AND Earth. He might even recruit his fans to aid in his attempts to assassinate Megatron

-Starscream with an army of humans. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Airachnid:

She'd say: "All this? For me? I'm blushing!"

And then she'd immediately slaughter everyone.

Classic Airachnid. She sure does love slaughtering things.

Soundwave:

-He'd mostly serve as Megatron's bodyguard, standing and watching

-If a human approached him, asking for his autograph, he'd say: "..........," stand there for a moment, and just walk away.

-How rude.

Shockwave:

"I find this level of adoration highly...illogical."

-Then he'd bore Megatron and Starscream to death with a lecture about psychology and parasocial relationships

-He'd snag a couple humans to use as lab rats, too

Knockout:

-Oh, he's LOVING it.

-He could pose in front of paparazzi all day

"Now, now. One at a time. Rest assured, you'll all get a chance to set eyes on my radiance! Who needs to fight AutoBOTS when I could sign autoGRAPHS- HEY! WATCH THE FINISH! I JUST BUFFED THAT!"

-Megatron's getting VERY annoyed, because Knockout and Breakdown have been spending pretty much ALL their time buffing each other. Gotta look lustrous for the adoring fans.

Breakdown:

-Right by Knockout's side. He'd be flexing and showing off his strength to the crowd

-He'd also rub the whole thing in Bulkhead's face

-Bulkhead would show up with Miko, and Breakdown would be like:

"Big deal. You've got one human on your side. Look how many I've got!"

[zv5x]

Yandere Riddler with a Reader who has a strong moral compass just like him? They believe most of the things he does, believing in stopping corrupted people, etc while not having Ed's delusions. So, when Edward actually kidnaps them, they aren't afraid to point out how morally messed up he's being and point out flaws in his plans and how contradictory they are, further breaking Ed's image of his love and of his pre-perceived perception of himself.

Welcome back, ZV5X!

Pairing : The Riddler (The Batman 2022) • Gender Neutral reader Warnings : USE OF THE YANDERE TROPE , kidnappings, toxic mindsets and abusive situations, mentions of yelling and raising of tone, psychological intimidation

"To me, calling this love is almost an insult." You clicked your tongue, letting your morality hold power over your better judgement. With a brain as fragile as this man's, confrontation was a near death wish. However, you poked onwards, picking at his delusions as ifit was cheap, chipping paint. "I'm not going to sit here and justify this behavior-"

"Shut up." His tone was flat, almost as if he was trying his very hardest to hold himself together.

He was warning you, and he would only warn you once.

"If anything, it's a display of power you feel you don't have. Whatever it may be, don't you dare tell me this is love!" At that, the man before you picked up a glass on the table and chucked it at the wall. It shattered above you, glass shards coming down onto your head and causing small bursts of pain to run throughout your scalp. You shut your eyes tightly and looked down, hoping that would shield your sensitive eyes from what would no doubt destroy them if contact was made.

"Shut the fuck UP! You don't know the last thing about love! You're a brainwashed puppet, only existing to fill your place in a society that wouldn't even care if you were gored on the streets! Do you really think anyone cares about you as much as I do? Loves you as much as I do?" He laughed, but not a laugh of entertainment; it was a laugh of pure lunacy. "No, no baby, that's not true and you know that." He walked up to you, kneeling down to your level and letting glass crunch underneath his boot. "You don't know the last thing about love." The man was incredibly gentle now, tilting your head upwards so he could look you in the eye. His glasses were gleaming, the eyes behind them half-lidded with affection. "But that's okay, my love. I can teach you."

"W-what? What do you-?"

"You have so many flawed ideas about this world. Like how it's changeable with non-violent methods, and how people like us live in a world where we don't need to fight back." He held up air quotes to accompany his words, giggling at your perceived foolishness. "I can fix that, my dear. I can fix you. We're both gonna be okay. All it's gonna take is a little focused effort, and I'll have you right where I am right now. You'll be fine, we'll be fine; and nobody will ever be able to hurt us again."

As much as it disgusted you, he leaned inwards and kissed you on the cheek. "It's okay. I understand you're wired differently than I am; that you're less likely to see the world in the way that I do. That's why I have to help you, so you can finally love yourself as much as I love you. You can't love yourself unless you come to despise the people that hurt you, (Y/N). Did you know that? It's a hard pill to swallow, isn't it?"

You didn't respond. How could you? There wasn't anything that could be said to convince this sick man that his ideals were incorrect. If you tried, you'd get another glass thrown at your head. You'd let him speak, while also scowering this room for any kind of useful objects or information.

There was a window right in the middle of many other buildings, which was nice. Perhaps you could come loose from your restraints and scream out of it for some sort of help. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at the thought of leaving, a gesture your captor immediately took to heart.

"I know you're just as happy as I am, love." Once again, he kissed you, and you had to refrain from gagging as his lips pressed against yours. "We'll start with that scummy public defender who lives about 10 minutes away. Teaching him a lesson would be a good lesson for you too, don't you think angel?"

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

Words Into Potions [ 01 ]

hello and how are you, fellow Wanderers?

Well everyone, we're happy to announce that we will be attempting a new writing challenge that is being hosted by the lovely Seraph and Luna over at @moon-and-seraph! We're happy to be taking part and if you want to know more, then check out the links! :D

Challenge Post | Introduce Your Works | Challenge Tag

Photo by Todd Quackenbush on Unsplash

Since we can't be normal about literally anything and we never really want to anymore, we will be doing as we do and aiming to work on five different projects! These will be interchangeable throughout the month and hopefully we will be able to get a lot of words for all of them!

Monthly Challenge Goals:

5,000 Words A Day

150,000 Words a Month

5 Zero Drafts [ Any Format / Existence ]

Full List of Works under the cut [ it is long, we do not apologize ]

Monthly Challenge Works:

The Magician & The Curse

Original Work, Standalone Novel Fantasy, Horror Dual Perspectives, Third Person Present Tense

Mature Content: Murder, Body Mutilation, Violence

⊱ ─── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

Witches have haunted the Forests of Navamora for far longer than most of the Histories recorded within the Lands. Elios has known of the Witches before ever learning about the Beings of Humanity who have tried and failed to regain any sort of foothold in their Cursed home. Not even Humanity��s attempt at purging the Magicians does anything to help the growing Cursed Existences from rising from the grounds and destroying their World.

It’s only when they meet a Magician, one of those who were cursed at birth to death, that they learn of things not even their beloved Build is aware of. And they come face to face with the disgusting realities that engulf what it really means to hunt a Witch.

The Cityscapes of Dragoons

Original Work, Standalone Novel Fantasy, Action and Adventure Dual Perspectives, Third Person Present Tense No Major Mature Content

⊱ ─── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

They say Icarus laughed as he fell. They never say what kind of laughter it was.

Emily has known nothing of the Cityscapes, the giant abandoned relics of machinery and impossibility that float through the Skies, air horns screaming their paths for absolutely no one to hear anymore. The only things that come from them now are debris, death, and the deadly roars of the Fire Bellies, Dragons without Knowledge.

The dead Cityscapes are only good for supply runs, attempts to salvage whatever essentials they can without evoking the wrath of the Beasts. It's a death wish wrapped in desperate hope, and Emily lives to serve, if only because it keeps her and her own alive.

And then she lays witness to something that makes her wish she didn't have so much to gamble against; an Icarus, a child falling from one of the Cityscapes without his wings.

Even worse, he was definitely laughing.

The Plague Begins With Me

Original Work, Possible Series Low Fantasy, Dystopian, Horror Third Person Present Tense

Mature Content: Death, Death Mentions, Medical Horrors, Body Horrors, Violence, Weapons, Blood, Implied Gore

⊱ ─── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

Lost to the devastation of the Plague and destroyed by the aftermath of Humanity’s Fall, the World of Zeomia holds nothing but the dystopian devastation of disease and decay.

Shouldering a responsibility that no one else is allowed to know, Zero tries to give mercy to those who have fallen from her own twisted fate.

To Sleight the Mind

Original Work, Standalone Novel Fantasy, Psychological Horror Elements Differing Perspectives, Third Person Present Tense

Mature Content: Violence, Implied Gore

⊱ ─── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

Tomfoolery was a gamble, plain and simple.

But when the Game holds itself to only one winner and too many losers to hold any value, it ends up as more of a show for cowards. The Tents of Fantasia are nothing more than hunting grounds for the Ring Master and his Mind Magicks. They drag anyone with a lick of desire into the gambles, make sure to drive into their fears, leave them nothing but the luck of their own willpower.

No one survives the Tomfoolery Gamble.

Julia knows this, has laid witness to the Mind Magicks herself.

And she knows a cheat when she sees it.

Vagabond Child

Original Work, Series of Short Stories / Novella? Dystopian, Apocalyptic Aftermath, Survival Third Person Present Tense No Major Mature Content

⊱ ─── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

It had been a while since the Incident.

Not many people came by anymore, no one daring to venture into the wilderness that had taken over their utopia.

Those who did manage to get out of the beds and away from their homes were Scavengers, ghosts in search of the glory of the Old Days.

[periodictabletournament]

Worst Element Bracket - Round 1 - Matchup 5

Carbon vs Argon

What you said:

Carbon:

nothing really, i just think it’ll make organic chemists angry lmao

Organic Chemistry is hard :(

Carbon (my beloved) is the element that makes all life on this planet possible. And yet, organic chemistry 1 & 2 were such a struggle that I also have personal beef with carbon (my be-loathed).

overrated as fuck. does not deserve its own branch of chemistry i don't care how much of a building block of life it is.

I can't fucking take it. I see an image of a random object posted and then I see it, I fucking see it. "Oh that looks kinda like a carbon chain" it started as. That's funny, that's a cool reference. But I kept going, I'd see a honeycomb that looked like benzene, I'd see an animated hexagon that looked like benzene, I'd see a hat that looked like benzene. And every time I'd burst into an insane, breath deprived laugh staring at the image as the words ORGANIC CHEMISTRY ran through my head. It's torment, psychological torture, I am being conditioned to laugh maniacly any time I see a hexagon with lines in it. I can't fucking live like this... I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't! And don't get me fucking started on the words! I'll never hear the suffix “ane” again without thinking of carbon. Someone does something bad and I can't say anything other than "propilic." I could watch a man murder everyone I love and all I would be able to say is "talk about breaking chemical bonds" and laugh like a fucking insane person. And the word "organic" is ruined. The phrase "organic compound" is ruined. I can't live anymore. Organic Chemistry has destroyed my fucking life. I want to break my bonds with this plane of existence. MAKE IT STOP!

Argon:

A noble gas so it does nothing and not even one of the cool noble gas people know about. Name 1 thing Argon does. You can't!

[indistarlight]

"It's when a dog doesn't eat. That's when you know something's really wrong."

This line from Sam in My Bloody Valentine has always come back to me throughout the show and as we see Dean's copping mechanisms. (I'm only halfway through s13 so while I know what comes after, I won't be touching anything beyond that point.) It's meant to be a remark on the worrying nature of Dean not being his usual foodie self and contrast with everybody else getting affected by Famine.

But I think it also says a lot for what Sam looks out for when he believes Dean isn't okay. And it also shows how much he misses because of this thought process.

I think the beginning of s13 contrasted with most other occasions when Dean was struggling in recent seasons (post-purgatory and MoC) is probably the best example. s13 has Dean very very clearly emotionally destroyed; he's lost quite a few people in one-go, he's lost any modicum of faith he had even in the goodwill of Chuck, he's being forced to play nice with a confusing entity who may or may not have brainwashed Cas into death and could destroy the world. And Sam sees that and is attempting to "fix" it. So: Dean not acting like his usual (in this case the baseline is faithful-to-their-line-of-duty-being-a-good-thing) sets off all the alarm bells for Sam.

But. Why? Arguably, Dean is reacting pretty damn realistically. Those eps all together in the timeline are like two weeks tops. He's still functioning, trying to help people, amenable to Jack as time goes on. I'm not saying Dean was right, but he was sympathetic. Most of the confrontations in this period are because Sam is trying to persuade Dean into normal, into Sam's perspective on things, into denial rather than depression. The episode with the psychiatrist is very interesting and lowkey fucked in this regard, because Sam creates a false narrative that Dean has to play a part in, but also get interrogated about very, very real wounds. The tables get turned however, and Dean confronts Sam on not being able to cope, or even accept their losses.

I think this shows how much Sam needs Dean to be alright so that Sam has the freedom to not be alright. If Dean is the dog that doesn't eat, Sam is the dog that'll eat himself sick (ironic given their respective appetites). Dean reacts hard and heavy and pushes himself through it, Sam doesn't react until it blows up internally or externally. Let's not forget it was always Sam as the angry brother, when push came to shove! He's still deeply angry, like in American Nightmare where Sam is decidedly Not Reacting about Mary leaving until he says this to the other complicated mother character:

"God doesn't care what kind of life you live. Trust me. And God didn't kill your daughter. You did." This is guilt. This is anger. These are the thoughts that Sam tries very hard not to think about.

For Sam, it's about control, pop psychology his way through life, doing things the Right way. And eventually that blows up in his face, but damn if he won't keep suppressing. He doesn't know how to deal but he can sure help Dean deal the right way.

What's extra wild about this is that he then is almost obliviously blind to Dean when Dean is acting Normal. Good examples are the early seasons, where Dean's laughing just to keep Sam happy during s3 or when Sam relaxes at the sight of Dean having come home after a wild night (I love love love the meta that Dean set it up to get Sam off his back, good shit yall). I think this is very fun when put next to the near erasure of Dean's trauma concerning hell, purgatory, or even the MoC really. The Cage and Sam's actions during s5's end are brought up a decent amount (not enough tbh, but that's a whole different issue) but because Dean doesn't seem to outwardly dealing with those ramifications, they can all just move on.

This isn't (much) hate against Sam by the way. Dean, for better or worse (mostly worse, for them both), was Sam's truly reliable parental figure. You want the person you rely on to be okay, so that you can continue on relying on them. There's a reason why it's Sam who'll go all the way to human sacrifice to bring Dean back, unlike Dean who'll stop after lying and self-sacrifice. Dean moved on for a year after Sam's death, no matter how much it hurt him. We all have seen s4, no need for me to repeat those points. But regardless of the reasons, there is a very set status quo that Sam relies on, and it can end up being suffocating for Dean.

[racfoam]

Omg wjsjeosjekkd, I just read that scene with Harry dreaming about being killed and how she called Voldemort in chapter 37, and I loved everything about it! The descriptions, the dialogue, you have a way with words and is so amazing. Im truly mesmerized by your writing!

Also are you on your one piece era? Who's your favorite, besides Doffy? :3

Anon, that makes me so happy to hear! 🥹

The scene in Ch 37 was one I had sitting for a long time and was really excited to share and it makes me so happy to know you liked it. I'm so proud of it. Thank you for the kind words! ❤️

I am indeed in my One Piece era!

Funny thing is, I started watching One Piece after watching the Live Action like a day after, so it was like 1st September I started my journey. And throughout it, I didn't like get the like hyperfixation.

Until Doflamingo showed up at Punk Hazard and I was like 😳. And then Dressrosa came and I fell in love with this pink feather coat wearing man. I love men who dress flamboyantly and who have self-confidence to do so. Makes them so incredibly charming to me. Also, Doflamingo's funny as hell. I cackled for 5 minutes straight to his reaction to Usopp. Are his laughs eerie? Yes. Are his smiles and laughs also cute as fuck? Yes. Yes, they are.

Anon, I didn't just watch Dressrosa. No, no, no no. I lived and BREATHED Dressrosa. I watched 57 episodes within 8 days. That was in February. I finished the arc within 2 weeks because I couldn't stop watching. Funny thing, I watched the entrance into Dressrosa on Valentine's Day. Entering the country of love and passion on Valentine's Day? Coincidence? I think not. It would be hilarious if the day actually was in universe Valentine's Day. Imagine getting your ass beat by a flip flop-wearing feral 19-year-old midget who calls you Mingo (that nickname is so fckn cute) who is fighting you because a girl bought him lunch... all on Valentine's Day. I'd never go out in public again. I felt bad for Doffy a bit. Ten years of work, destroyed in one single day because a stupid girl bought this rubber moron food. Anyway, I love Doffy so much, he's my husband 🩷😊 DRESSROSA FOREVAH!

I have now watched Ep 999 and have stopped watching cus I'm waiting for my Discord friends to catch up, so I'm taking a big break now.

Oh, fav chars! Man, there's so many. If I had to like pick besides Doffy, it'd be Luffy. He's so loveable, so funny, so cute, and I love that his design is very ordinary, with black hair and eyes, unlike the other protags who all have crazy colour schemes like purple hair or purple eyes or other vibrant colours. Luffy was genuinely a breath of fresh air to me. He... especially his sad moments/low points really hit hard with me, mostly because I've never seen emotions and the psychological toll and how they feel portrayed so well in fiction. Not only with Luffy, but especially with adult characters, too.

Luffy is my baby boy, he must be protected.

Other fav chars are: Sanji, Chopper, Jimbei, Law (he must be protected too, I was a sobbing mess after his backstory. I relate to Adult Law regarding personality, haha), my fire boy Ace 🔥, Robin, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri my donut boy 🍩, and Rosinante 💙.

For the Donquixote Pirates members I really liked Gladius. He was so cute as a spiky blowfish. Reminded me of a hedgehog, too.

Also, Fujitora! He and Coby are the only Marines I like and respect.

I feel flattered this is now called my One Piece Era. Makes it sound epic. Heck yeah, I'm in my One Piece Era! Yeaaaah!

[dogmomwrites]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Got a couples tags for this one, so thank you, @andromedaexists, @eli-writes-sometimes, and @mariahwritesstuff! I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @axl-ul, @zoya-writes, @traveler-of-realms, @littlepatchofhell, @magic-is-something-we-create, @penspiration-writing, @thetruearchmagos, @witherednightmare, @zmwrites, @writingpotato07, @regalserpent, @fearofahumanplanet, @pluttskutt, @smzeszikorova, and @the-finch-address, as well as an open tag in anyone wants to join in! I'm well aware I'm a bit behind on this one lol

Since I had multiple tags, in addition to my own answers I'm gonna answer half of the questions for an oc and the other half for another oc. I'm gonna use the brothers Riley and Jimmy from my unnamed WIP (and it's unnamed sequel! *sob*)

⚠️ really long post, sorry! ⚠️

My answers

Are you named after anyone? Not to my knowledge. My mom was pretty random about names—my oldest sibling wasn’t named after anyone at all whereas my second oldest sibling was named after two different people

When was the last time you cried? I genuinely do not remember but I know it was a really long time ago

Do you have kids? No, thank goodness, because while I’d be a better parent than most parents I see in public, I very very much do not want that. I get worn out by nothing, I really could not handle a whole actual human child

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. I’ve been told I have a dry humor (to which I responded “well, yeah, I grew up in a landlocked state.” He laughed the whole way back to his office lmao)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Whether they seem happy or not

What’s your eye color? Dark blue, but I have sectoral heterochromia in my right eye! The different color is brown, and there are three sections of it, so it looks like I have a brown star in that eye! My heterochromia and my hair have always been my favorite things about myself lol

Scary movies or happy endings? This is circumstantial for me. I don’t really have a preference betwixt these options on their own. Curse of the Black Pearl scared the shit out of me when I was…however young I was when it first came out, I don’t remember and I don’t wanna math my age, but—it scared me then (that was before I learned I have severe kinemortophobia; I can handle CoBP skeletons now) and now it’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Alternatively, Return of the King technically has a happy ending cuz they succeed at destroying the Ring, and that is also one of my favorite movies of all time. I would need more info about the movie to make my pick, but I do prefer action and comedy, so happy ending? Most labeled scary movies are really dull to me and only rely on jumpscares (which annoy me illimitably). Anyway, I’ll shut up about this question cuz that ended up really long; sorry!

Any special talents? Uhhh rambling, I guess lmao

Where were you born? Arkansas, although I have never actually lived in that state. I am grateful for that

What are your hobbies? Writing. Reading. Games—video, board, card, outdoor. Procrastinating writing 😔

Have you any pets? Yesss! I have always had dogs and sometimes cats, and as of now, I have two buppy and the dumbest kitty I’ve ever had. She will literally run face-first into the wall and doesn’t always catch herself when you slowly lower her to the floor in that sliding motion, like you’re pouring water from your hands. She has landed on her face—multiple times!!—from that because she apparently doesn’t think landing on her paws is important. She's so dumb, it's great

What sports do you play/have played? Softball when I was peewee. Since then, I haven’t been on any actual teams, but I have dabbled with mini golf and yard football (I have a good spiral but I do not have the yeet)

How tall are you? 5’8, close to 5’9 I think?

Favorite subject in school? English cuz I got good grades in it lmao outside of quizzes and tests, I always loved reading about biology and I really enjoyed my psychology classes

Dream job? Writer tbh, with like a side gig at an animal sanctuary or smth

For Riley. He’ll take the odd numbers

Are you named after anyone? When his biological mother was young, she had a dog that she loved more than anything; had it throughout her teen years and even a couple years into her twenties. It was rough on her when the dog passed, but not long after that, she had her firstborn with her husband. She never considered any name other than what her dog had been called—Riley Zeke

(3) Do you have kids? Yes, although that’s a very sensitive topic for him

(5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? Behavior and how they communicate with those around them

(7) Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. He was a big fan of scary movies when he was a dating teen tho lol

(9) Where were you born? Alabama, although when his biological parents died, he and his brother were moved up north to their paternal grandmother. He had a bit of an accent when he was first moved, but it faded

(11) Have you any pets? No, actually. While Riley has never had a pet of his own, there were many a dog and cat brought into their house during his younger years; however their mother drew the line when a nest on baby squirrels was brought inside

(13) How tall are you? Riley is 6’2, and stopped growing somewhere in his late teens

(15) Dream job? All he knows is soldiering tbh it was his dream ever since he was five years old. He does love being the center of attention though, so something to do with a stage would be pretty good for him

For Jimmy, who gets the even numbers

(2) When was the last time you cried? That’s a tough question. I know of a couple times he’s cried, but he doesn’t cry very often

(4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh yeah, he uses sarcasm a lot

(6) What’s your eye color? Jimmy has dark green eyes. No heterochromia for him tho (RIP)

(8) Any special talents? Quite a few, actually. For starters, he’s not the best musician in the family, but he does know how to play three instruments, he can control lucid dreams, he can roll multiple coins across his knuckles at the same time, he knows a few magic tricks, and he can juggle just about anything—if he has four or fewer items, he doesn’t even need to pay much attention to what he’s doing. Lots of things were broken during his practicing years for that

(10) What are your hobbies? Nonsense, shenanigans, and a little dabbling in tomfoolery

(12) What sports do you play/have played? Jimmy was probably the laziest of his siblings tbh he didn’t care much for sports. Tried most of them out but never committed to them beyond the season. He didn’t even finish the season for soccer. He doesn’t like running

(14) Favorite subject in school? Science. He’s always loved doing the experiments himself, and science is the perfect scapegoat for when something gets set on fire, as it is more than just an excuse, it is a reason!

[ath16blf]

Sora x Reader (1/2)

The Reader is gender neutral.

Spoils of SDRA2 and little bit spoils of DRA

In several parts since I can't post a big block at once

----------

Sora and you quickly became friends during the killing that dear Mikado Sannoji made with 4 other members of the organization named Void. Hajime sadistically and atrociously killed Yuri and got crushed, Emma killed Kokoro and then ended up in lint. Setsuka was killed and then dismembered by the Otonokoji twins and mister don't talk to me anymore just sent us a message asking to go see him in the dining hall. After saying he's a Void, he apologized on his knees, promising to be on your side.

You end up taking Sora somewhere else after everyone's separation: "What do you think? Can we really trust him? Sora looks at you then replies: "My opinion is divided, his hatred for the thing seems sincere but at the same time we can't trust him 100%, let's give him a little chance like Yoruko said. . "Are you in love with her?" Sora looks at you, surprised, then says, "No, not at all!" On the other hand, I love someone but he is not a tsundere! "You don't have a tsundere fetish?~" Sora stifles a laugh then says, "Looks like you're taking a cue from me, that's nice of you (your name), I hope I'll to be able to find my memories. " " Me too ! »

On this single positive note ends your stay in this massacre, Nikei manipulated Teruya to lock you up and then when everyone was finally able to escape, he made a small reduced group believe that Shinji Kasai was a traitor, a sixth void hidden by Mikado to ensure that Yuki Maeda the noodle of this trip kills him and gets executed but it is without counting on Sora who stabs Shinji with Nikei's hand so that after the fireman commits suicide. There everyone is furious with Nikei.

“…. Nikei Yomiuri, do you think the worst trash can change if she really tries? That forgiveness exists regardless of resentment and past actions? I don't give a fuck that Sora used your "precious" hand to save his noodle friend. I don't give a fuck that you have too great an inferiority complex that makes you think superior to others and forces you to hurt others. I totally don't give a shit about any of this. To me, you did totally unforgivable things by manipulating an innocent to your advantage and causing the death of an innocent just to kill another innocent. Otori was innocent and you made him look like a psychopathic kidnapper and gun-loving monster, Kasai was also innocent and you painted him as a traitor and Maeda was also innocent and you totally destroyed him mentally and psychologically. If your ''master Utsuro'' comes any faster, it will be your fault and yours alone so go ahead and shoot me, I really don't give a fuck about any of this, you and the Voids ruined my life as well as the lives of all those who participated in this disgusting game. Even if Miss Kanade deserves to go to jail or hell…” you are definitely tired of this whole situation. The little journalist ends up shooting and takes the just karma by having his right hand completely exploded, which makes Mikado laugh.

Nikei ends up being brutally executed and the brain forces us to go to the fifth island, the atmosphere is very bad. Shobai doesn't care at all, Yoruko resents Sora, Yuki totally freaked out, Iroha is totally weird, Teruya is still weird and Sora seems to be angry with himself and avoids people for a while until that she invites us to her room.

" SO…. If I understood correctly, you are Akane Taira. Sora: “Yes, that's it. Master Utsuro saved me and the Voids with what is called the power of fortune; Divine Luck. Yoruko: "Please, can you stop calling him 'master'?" It reminds me of garbage. THANKS. So do you prefer Sora or Akane Taira? Sora: "Let's stay on Sora and sorry it's the habit." » Sora continues his discussion while Yuki is still unconscious.

It could have been fine until our little palm tree got killed and… The wheel read wrong?! " Are you kinding me ?! Who killed him?! Monocrow: "It's Mikado Sannoji the ultimate wizard… Preparing to execute everyone…" everyone in the room is shocked and angry then tries to grab everyone's hands before getting take away by force by the collar and the chain. You are in a bad position since you are going to be fried by a living volcano but when you were going into it. There was a bug and you wake up out of this simulation totally lost. “Where am I? you end up seeing a redhead with glasses, the same as at the beginning: “Rei? Rei: “Hello again, my god there are only 4 left and Otori is dead…. "What 4?" B-but…. Sora?! Uh? you end up seeing his sleeping body. Rei: “Akane Taira…. “Sora is Akane Taira…Who is that man in the wheelchair, he’s freaking me out…” Rei: “It’s Tsurugi Kinjo, the ultimate former police officer” “…. Otori spoke lightly about himself. Tsurugi is still staring at you: “…. Otori talked about me? Syobai: "…..I wouldn't do something like that again, Headmaster." I betrayed my client Mikado just for money. Rei: “What is he doing there anyway?! "…He disappeared after groping Sora." Syobai: "Wow calm (your name), I just wanted to check something with your girlfriend~" "She's not my girlfriend, shut up Trashimoto!" While we were suffering from general execution, what were you doing?! Rei: “A general execution?! "Yes… The mastermind killed Otori and made Nijiue look like the culprit." We all got screwed until there was a bug in the program that saved us all…” Tsurugi: “…. “Otori thought you were still alive and there after that jerk burned you on the spot, it’s kind of weird to see you again since we all thought you were dead…. He mentioned the name Kinjo twice when he freaked out while Yomiuri totally manipulated him from A to Z. Once thanking him for his teachings and the other time saying he was going to die…. Tsurugi: “…. He is not wrong, his death is a sacrifice for the future…. He had to die! We are active. So let us take care of this matter. » …. You end up giving him a huge slap in the face, really pissed off by what he did for Teruya and for the other dead comrades. "It's your fault that everyone died!" you will brutally strangle him. Syobai: "I wouldn't want to disturb this touching scene but Yuki Maeda is not there, only Yoruko Kabuya, Iroha Nijiue and (your name) (your first name) are alive. Rei: “What?! » « Sora is in the capsule… Logically she will wake up, right? Keisuke: “No… Akane Taira died a long time ago, to be more precise only her body is alive but her brain is not working anymore. “WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ?! How can she be connected if her brain is dead?! Keisuke: "That's something we can't explain…" "What the fuck? Who have I been talking to all this time?!…" Keisuke: "…You wouldn't be close to Akane Taira, would you? Do you have any idea of all the evil and crimes she has committed? "…" Keisuke: "No, you mustn't get the idea." Miss Kabuya, sorry to tell you this after saving you but you are under arrest for working in a bar illegally! »

[tele-caster]

Journal.

1:07 PM 7/24/2023

If your abscence doesn't make them reach out to you, your prescense was never a priority to them. Meaning that they never cared, you never matted neither you are liable.

More than 2 months have passed by and have these fuckers reached out to me? Neither will I. Call it pride, but the abuse of people you call so " friends " and them actually being fucking snakes makes me angry, mad, confused and even worse… Get me to even dive into the dark side of my self where I really dont give a fuck. Please do not get me wrong, I really love, and love hard… But I really don't give a fuck even harder when it comes to that.

What happens when you're left for dead, alone and never coming back from the dead? Because this is what people who harm think. That there's no power, no resources, no education, no money and the list goes on and on. They think they have literally destroyed you. However, the reverse polarity law comes into an effect to it's best timing in order not to harm back, but to provide a lesson. Since everything is interconnected and time isn't linear ( as people think it is, because of a clock ) anything you give it will actually come back, being honest I've experienced this weird event and effect of this strange world we call planet earth.-

I should even stop writing and thinking about losers. Yeah, that's what losers do… Talk bad about a true, honest, love living friend. People want bad, they fucking really do, because they want to be seduced terrificly on, they want gluttony, they need greed and excess on everything which leaves any individual on the drift. But not me, after trying so many times in love life, friends, family, near ones, business mates and so on… I've figured out that this is a hu-mane problem, this is the point where I actually ask myself again that what the fuck is wrong with people? This is actually, my reality at the moment. Not giving fuck, what the fuck is going on, and get to fucking work.

Spent the weekend working on classical works and shadow woking. Besides watch some movies on my own, I noticed some change on the fact that I have distanced myself from true, honest and transparent emotions from the humans ( yes, the humans, since I do not consider myself as one of them ) Gothic type like, old money aesthetics, documentaries, investigative, criminological and psychologicals are my favourites if I'm asked.

But… I had this small touch with a romance dramedy. It kind of kept me thinking in a of things about love, and of course, again is a movie. But certain aspects of the movie, guess where they come from? Real life, and people think is the opposite. So, like I was saying, generally I do feel somehow distant from normal conversations, love indeed is not in the air for me, I've stopped looking and gave it up to the higher power and intelligence that has me here, writing and breathing for you at this very moment.

Am I so hard to love, or do people actually make me feel and look in such a way that, I may have trapped myself in someone else's idea? I say I'm different. I like it when they state that I'm weird because I know that my weirdness attracts your sanity and insanity to prove something that you think that " you know " or " understand " why I am like that. Being weird is mysterious, fun, untraceable, profound, investigative, effortless and many more things that mundane people won't be able to understand properly neither try to. Hahahahahaha, it makes me laugh because what they usually do is just act based on what they want from it, not what they can or should provide to it. The weirdness, not the person. Weird, is a vibe not a place, thing, animal or person.

If you're alone you've got no problems but yourself to be picked up from the ground and clean the dust to keep walking. What a marvelous thing to know.

[crackspinewornpages]

Superman: Miracle Monday 27/27 -Elliot S. Maggin

18 

“It was over. He was horribly embarrassed. He was mortified. A big part of him, the mortal part, was killed.”p.153 There were species on Earth whose heartbreak would cause death, now Superman felt he was going to die. News traveled the world before it really hit him, now, as he flew through the sky, he was totally alone. Now, in his Fortress, was the only privacy he had left and listened to it all, all across the world. “Superman was part of the song. He had an instrument in the orchestra of the Earth. He was not, in the overall scheme of things, an outsider.”p.156 He listened to everything work together to make Earth, maybe he bounced to the rhythm too when he came as a baby. He listened to the Oder of Life, wondered what the sound of the Universe would be if he could hear in a vacuum. Somewhere the devil possessed a girl and destroyed what made him feel like a part of the world, but now he realized he had become a part of the world and Order and the demon was disrupting it, so he dove to meet the agent of Hell.  

19 

By this time CW Saturn had already brought about chaos Superman was starting to clean up the mess. In the upside down PanAm Building (so these are Mxyzsptlk shenanigans) the people sat on light fixtures as Superman made ramps to evacuate them before flipping the building right side up. (he has a soft spot for American pop culture) He wondered what CW Saturn was up to as Kristin was in a park surrounded by fire and a crowd and told Superman to come make him unscary before disappearing in a smoke puff. Superman went to see Lena, but seeing him the sensitive woman shrieked and fainted. (well you were completely useless) When he went to Max Mavin he was expected and was told he doesn’t know much, they can’t exercise CW Saturn, he’s an arch demon. He has to defeat CW Saturn somehow, impossible but heroes thrive on that. If he loses all order is gone starting with Earth and expanding to the Universe until all four dimensions break and revert to before the Creation, it won’t be pleasant for living things. (no shit) Chaos continued for weeks and in it Superman left for Skvrsky. 

20 

It was another week before he could go back to Clark’s apartment and saw Lois collecting papers into a briefcase, people had already stripped it down to the wall phone. (they even took the elevator button) With Superman busy and seeming uninterested, (he’s wasn’t uninterested he had a crisis and priorities) Lois become his executor but all that was left was old papers, but she still looked for important things. He calls out to her but she’s cold to him for not telling her. “You’re a stranger. Do you realize that? In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve been a stranger. How do you think that makes me feel?”p.166 He apologizes, he would have told her. Where has he been, saving the Earth, not coming to his friends when he’s in a crisis or even leaving a note to the one he loves. (lady he just lost his safety net and do you not see the shit going on in the world) 

Lois asks if she was a part of his disguise to help him act normal. “Was I just somebody to have tagging along on your arm  in Time magazine so we puny mortals could think of you as a living, breathing Earthman who just happened to be an immigrant?”p.167 (you knew both personalities do you really think that little of him) Her last boyfriend was a psychologist who always talked about issues and broke up with her saying she had too many. (well he’s not wrong but I also think he was just being douchey) Superman says her ex couldn't handle a strong-willed woman, she tells him to read more psychological journals as she cleans up the mess of her life. He holds her as she cries, she asks if he’s not using some hormones to make her love him, (I’m sure there’s a Superman’s Girl Friend Lois Lane comic with that plot) he wouldn't do that. That’s the point, for years he’s hid this and she can’t trust him anymore, he could have been laughing at her the whole time. (you really don’t know him if you think that okay feel betrayed but don’t accuse him of being a super dick) 

There are a lot of discussions between those that are insecure in their love, the purpose is to resolve the issues. Superman wanted to tell her he was unsure he could have her without Clark to live on an equal footing. Lois would say a woman with Superman would have been uninterested in a normal man, on her footing she was born to love Superman, (honey no) if he died as an infant there would be no Lois Lane because there’d be no place for her. (you seemed to be doing well before he got hired at the Planet) They were both afraid of being alone, but unfortunately none of it was said as then the sky lit up in an emergency as CW Saturn rode a carpet of pollution over Metropolis. (so he’s Captain Pollution)  

21 

Perry (it says White looks like an older Bruce Jenner and I don’t know if this aged like milk or wine because of the irony) says everyone's comparing Kristin to Mxyzsptlk, (I called it) he has magic powers, pulling similar stunts. The current big news was Clark and the demon that possessed Kristin. Perry had trouble believing that, but Jimmy felt ready to explode and feeling the need to do something, he took Lois to a show. (well that’s something I guess) He thought if he stuck around, Perry, who spoke detached about Kristin, he’d do something even more foolish, disagree with him in public. Perry goes on that whatever it is Superman is vulnerable to it and unlike Mxyzsptlk, the girl’s intention isn't fun, (if you could describe what Mxyzsptlk does funny) she tore away his tie to humanity and kept him busy with her antics. Two reasons he hasn't stopped her yet, he wants to know her intentions or he might not know how besides killing her. Jimmy points out she hasn't killed anyone, Clark wasn't an actual murder. (take note of that) 

He’s happy he’s Superman, couldn't have happened to a nicer guy, (Jimmy they usually say that because they wanted the bad thing to have happened to the person) he doesn't know why he won't stop by for lunch anymore. He’d call him Superman as they’d have coffee and that’s the problem, if Superman is Clark, he’s among Earthmen, if they knew he’s Superman, he becomes a dangerous personality. (again you guys act like you know nothing about him) If Kristin’s plan is to discredit Superman and push him to insanity who’s to say, when asked if he’s seen him Lois ran out of the office. Perry then speculates if it is really a demon and Kristin is gone one must assume that Superman has no alternative than to destroy the body. 

The day before the third Monday in May, a cold front was moving in, Metropolis had no power and food was running low. This would be WGBS’s last broadcast to seventy-eight televisions and Superman was watching one. Four minutes after it Jimmy hated Perry for suggesting the murder of Kristin, hated the logical argument, but Jimmy was the only one that didn't perceive his sorrow. Jimmy hated him until he went into the men’s room and heard Perry throw up in the next stall. 

22 

A generation still young that grew up in the States and Soviet Union were constantly reminded of the apocalypse that rode along with civilization. “The more intricate and refined life become in the twentieth century, the close rode violence and the specter of mass death.”p.177 The nightmare came then Monday May morning as the generation always knew it would, but instead of a human it was the hand of the devil. Superman was flying for days, dreaming for minutes, (so he can dolphin sleep) the Kents, Krypton, his infant self, wanting to introduce both sets of parents as they shared dinner. Kristin woke him up that she set the holocaust, below was flames and Superman would go with it. Kristin’s distorted laugh followed him as nuclear warheads came alive, CW Saturn's goals were for Superman to allow the world to end, he could just explode every atom, but this was more dramatic.  

After CW Saturn set off the bombs Superman went to Pakistan where one of the Oppenheimer nightmares lay, no one knew how to disarm it and no one but Superman knew the reaction began. He crashed through the floors as it began to glow red, he fused the hairline cracks, and lifted it on his back as he flew it out. Forty kilometers above it went off, most of it went into space (well what about the rest of it) then Superman went to his next targets. The psychics faculty at Yale built one under false pretenses and fortunately Superman knew and flew under the campus following the trail of burning nitrogen. He picked up the football sized bomb and thrust it into the mantle. (wouldn’t that cause some seismic trouble) At Cambridge, a professor followed a dream and built a device set off by DNA, it would wipe out all life and could create new at the site of ground zero. The chemical trigger was already farming, not alive by any definition, but the bomb was when Superman threw it at Polaris, the explosion contained within his cape. He disarmed thousands more in order of how close were the targets, within an hour and forty-two minutes. Then he flew to Metropolis and met Kristin on top of the Galaxy Building. 

23 

Since CW Saturn possessed Kristin, she’s been forced to commit acts of destruction, mayhem pushing the planet near nuclear war and stealing Clark Kent. CW Saturn could not be exorcised and could not rip him from her and yet some still said there’s only one way. “There were those who claimed that the death of this pawn, this innocent child without family or past, was the only way to save the world.”p.184 Superman thought of any other alternatives, so far she has done nothing he couldn't reverse, (hmm) CW Saturn wasn't interested in destroying life but innocence. (hmm) “And if Superman killed Kristin Wells in order to stop her reign of terror, then it was Superman, along with all he stood for, that was destroyed.”p.185 (there it is) He won't kill her, he’ll do what he does to all criminals, follow her to the ends of Creation, couldn't be a nobler mission. Then Kristin’s eyes glowed red and an inhuman voice called out to Superman that he’ll answer to him now. 

24 

Two days before that Monday there was little news as broadcasting wasn't coming out of Metropolis, mass transit was impossible and people stayed home. Skvrsky walked in the abandoned subway and took off his disguise and Luthor made sure he had the hair in his coat when he entered the abandoned WWII bomb shelter. Luthor met The Shadow in there and gives him the hair for his end of the bargain, he believes he is what he says he is, just satisfied he is bound by contract. He wants to know his game though, what just stops him from destroying the city, Luthor is a powerful soul in this world, but does he remember the one he phased through, just the pain. He was in pain too, but here his power is limited, he doesn't even know where the gateway is. Luthor laughs he has the hair now, so he owes him. 

Luthor is given a book on the psychics of alternate universes, Luthor asks what he intends to do with the hair. The Shadow proposes an exchange in information, he’ll answer that question for the location of the gateway, Luthor’s not that interested just curios. Luthor is among the most curios creatures in Creation, he wants to know more, Luthor confesses it’s in New England. The Shadow says he doesn't know what he’ll do with the hair and disappears. Luthor screamed in frustration as Superman flew him back to prison, it was all an elaborate trick, (the book was a rebound copy of Catch 22) now that Superman knew the location he could close it. “Heroes, above all, are people who succeed, they sometimes fail in their immediate goals-staying alive, for example-in order to succeed in their ultimate goals-”-”Ultimately they succeed, and generally this is because they set out on purpose to succeed. They keep control.”p.190 Control of their surroundings and knew what happens next, this trick by Superman was on Saturday and explained what happened on Monday. 

25 

The demon called out that he won as Superman flew along the rising black pillar. The pillar stopped rising and the Universe stopped heading towards entropy, time froze. With the blackness CW Saturn took his original form, (you know the classic devil) Superman figured his plan was to get him to kill Kristin, but he’s in charge now. CW Saturn says when the conversation ends Kristin will die, her mortal form was overextended. Superman backhands him but he won't waste his power on anger, he tells CW Saturn to undo the damage and why was it Kristin. She was an element most susceptible because she didn't belong. In this instant Superman could do or say no wrong and he wants to know how to save Kristin, it’s at the Center of Short-Lived Phenomena in Skvrsky’s desk. Superman wants Clark Kent back, it would upset the balance to do so, so substitute the memory for Kristin. He owes CW Saturn nothing, so he wants nothing more to do with him, so leave this realm and deal with his master. Four in the afternoon on Monday there was a pause and the shriek of CW Saturn leaving Kristin’s body died in the air.  (her body fell to the roof) 

26 

“Shortly before four in the afternoon on the third Monday in the month of May, the people of the city of Metropolis learned the meaning of joy.”p.195 They had no explanation and there were gaps in their knowledge of the day like they just woke up after a long time. The first thing they saw was Superman flying across the sky, he became a symbol of their joy and felt an unexplainable miracle. The superintendent looked over Kristin’s empty apartment, inexplicably unrented for a year. The superintendent would find a renter tomorrow, right now he felt like throwing a party. 

Morgan Edge yelled for Clark who just seemed to hang up on him, but his anger was performative, to his dismay he felt mellow and centered. He found Don Reed at Clark’s desk; he didn't know why he was there either. Outside the window (Clark insisted his office have a window) they could hear people in the streets celebrating, instead of going over the evening news Edge takes Reed out for a martini. As Superman flew overhead the feeling spread in the air communicating one thing, “This day, though, the souls who had subjugated the surfaces of the small planet needed no artificial aides, the newspapers, the radios, televisions, even word of mouth, to know it was a good day.”p.197 The next time Clark would be over the air waves it would be Tuesday, this Monday the entire world population of the city took the day off. “A great miracle had happened here.”p.197 

Superman warded of the feeling until his job was done, at the Center of Short-Lived Phenomena and found the notebook in the desk. He collected the chemicals and herbs and flew to the Galaxy Building roof where he made the serum and where the girl no one remembered was. The serum was what Luthor used to cure his heart disease, now it worked on Kristin growing new and stronger tissue. (the FDA rules it unacceptable because it causes mumps and rhesus monkeys but you know I think people will deal with a vaccine for mumps and herpes if it means they no longer have cancer) Awake, Kristin answers his questions, she’s a history student of Columbia in the year 2055, she’ll get a doctorate in 59, (and become a professor) and tells him Happy Miracle Monday. This is the first one people will celebrate, she came to find out why and she remembers everything, at least this historical moment has a happy ending. (so it really is something to celebrate) 

There were historians everywhere (hiding in the bushes) to find out but now only she knows, CW Saturn picked her because she was there first a year ago, she’ll at least get some stories for her dissertation. Superman laughed having finally felt the feeling, he tells her what happened with CW Saturn and she teases the future. Jimmy will forget her, for the best, his grandson will marry her great whatever grandmother. (oh good she avoided an I’m my own grandpa situation) Lois won't be something as mundane as the president, (no that would be Luthor) but he already knows that, doesn't he, but they’re always the last to know. He told Kristin how he tricked Luthor (pretty much just his powers and smoke and mirrors) and gives her the lock of his hair, he asks if they’ll ever be friends again, someday. Before Kristin leaves, she thanks him for the wonderful time. (she does regret not meeting John Chancellor) 

27 

Kristin’s final journal entry, the lock of hair belongs to the university at display in the Superman Museum. The tests reveal it’s not human hair and has the genetic structure Superman is supposed to have, though it is a laboratory reproduction. Her story was believed and it is believed Superman thought it was his, it is not and that's the mystery, no one at the time but Luthor could produce it. Kristin has her own theory and will tell it after she’s reorientated with her period of speech. (the disco slang has to die) She’s writing the entry on her new antique typewriter, with no more discos she took it up as a hobby, who knows where she’ll get more carbon ribbons. (thought to cause cancer in secretaries but that sounds more like correlation not causation) She believes Luthor made the switch thinking the devil needed an artifact to possess Superman’s soul. Why, she cites Hamlet who let Claudius live so he wouldn't enter Heaven. Luthor discovered an afterlife and didn't want to send Superman to Hell. “Superman was then correct in assuming that even where he could not see it, there was good in all life, a good that made it important to treasure that life.”p.205 

FIRST

[dramaticoil]

I am angry. I am angry because I was deliberately put into situations that were designed to break my confidence in myself. I was deliberately forced to encounter narcissists, be around harmful people. I deserved this because of my life choices. I am angry because my intelligence saw how it was designed and the tremendous mental torture of seeing and knowing what was happening.

I am angry because deliberate psychological situations were categorically created one after the other for a period of seven to eight years because I was deemed a person not societally useful or not good at studies enough to be worthy of being treated better.

I am angry because my sexual life was hacked into because some people deemed that my sexual practices were that of an entitled person. To size up my confidence I was made to stay with people who would attack that confidence by cheating on me to create the impression that I was not beautiful enough to have that confidence or treating me in a manner, to ignore me or do something else which would convince me that I was not worth my confidence.

This had started with my subject choice choosing humanities over a science discipline. People presupposed at every stage of my life that I was stupider even if a science student took a stupid decision they were automatically better than me. I had to constantly face the "repercussions" off my choices in many ways and it was designed in a manner that it could not be reported.

The mental torture is designed in such a way that it is difficult to report exactly what is happening. Extensive periods of ragging where I could only learn to accept it. I am angry and I cannot have sex anymore. I am angry because I was not this sort of a person and the people who did this to me did it because they could and their intelligence was celebrated by society and even today is. People with no qualifications set out to psychologically cure me and they completely destroyed my mental health

.. there is no accountability and these people are very happily living their lives and they are getting to enjoy things that I will never get to enjoy in my life again. They are having that normal life that I will never have in my life again and that makes me very angry.

My libido has been affected. I don't feel sexually attracted to people any more. Sex has become a negative experience and I am unable to be with people. Even when I am acting to have a normal life I cannot. I know sex is not life but it is a part of life and my social life has also been affected. I am angry and I am sad and this is not fair. Ever since I joined College one after the other experiences were designed to lead me to this and now these paltry attempts to correct this are causing me even more damage. I am very angry. This system is made in such a way to do this to people. Be destroyed me and all the people that destroyed me are extremely happy and extremely well organized and cushioned in their respective atmospheres. Help is something very far from what I could expect. Everybody who could just stamped on me beat me and everybody else stood there laughed and watched and said that if I was strong enough I would be able to fight it but because I was weak financially and in terms of whatever is considered higher order in this country like a science student who is the Paragon of intellect and all sorts of IT jobs where people get paid money which is again the Paragon of social respect...you don't start it with the very good intention of teaching me that I could not have love or respect until I had money or a job in an IT sector. To teach me this very important lesson they tortured me in a way that has completely destroyed my life.

Yes I am very very angry and very very sad and very very embarrassed humiliated and I don't know how to deal with it. I don't know how to tell another person this and what words to use to explain how I feel. The completely shattered every form of self-respect I had. I was convinced that I do not deserve to be treated like an adult human beings and I must always be a child because I had no adult respect. I deserved no adult respect. The humor and the way humor was used to do this has made me efforts to all forms of humor. humor is I don't find things funny anymore. I can't make friends anymore. I'm scared of going out of my room and even when I manage the courage I know that I don't deserve to be loved.

I know that to make all this right the same people who did all this to me are designing situations where they will give me things which will make this better apparently. I don't know whether I want this to be better. I don't want to be healed ...I want to die angry like this and alone. In a world where everybody that did this to be categorically one after the other training and grooming my personality in a way that completely shattered my self respect is extremely happy glowing and flourishing I don't want to be made better

[thicksimpx]

Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4| Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch8| Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12| Ch13| Ch14 | Ch15 | Ch16 |

Summary: Leaving the soul society for “research” - desperately looking to find answers, anything that’ll help him take down the Spirit king.. that is until he meets “HER” - She has him enamored, desperate and most of all curious… there’s something about HER

“Sometimes we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn’t mean it’s right, it means love is more important”

Warnings : 18+ , mature content, mature language, possessiveness , stalking , murder/gore, rough penetration, creampies , fingering, masturbation, cam girl y/n, Lots of Psychology lessons 😂, violence, public sex, unrequited love.

"it'll just be us, we'll fix this terrible world together" ———

(Aizen POV)

"so what did you want to show me?" the man asked following me up the few flights to the eight floor.

"trust me youre going to love this surprise"

"mm okay, do you have any food or .. like crack?"

"no, why would I have that?!" I hissed.

"why wouldn't you? that's what most of us come here for. we eat get high and fuck each other or watch the people in the next building over. aint nothing else for us to do"

opening the stairwell door I motioned for the man to enter the floor before me.

"I've never came up here before.. what's your name by the way"

"Devante" I answered.

"you dont look like a Devante dude, you must get that a lot.. im Jack"

"Nice" I say trying not to sound annoyed.  I want to destroy him. Rip his throat out and watch him bleed just for knowing he's seen my y/n and this asshole is trying to be friends.  We walk past a few passed out people on the floor of the hallway. I shake my head and continue down the hall with Jack trailing behind me mindlessly blabbing.

Opening the door to apartment 811 I motioned for Jack to enter. He stumbles slightly as I pushes him into the apartment. He stares in awe like he's never been in a apartment before.

"wow this apartment is furnished! is this what you wanted to show me?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and nodded with a closed eye smile.

"Well why'd you bring me up here? I mean I'll suck you off but you said you didn't have any food or drugs sooo.."

"Follow me" I smirked.

As so as we entered the bed room I pushed Jack down onto the dusty mattress. "I didn't peg you for the type to be a top devante"

"Yeah well I didn't think you'll fucking talk this much" I grit my teeth pulling out my switch blade.

Seeing the knife jacks eyes go wide and he pushes me off trying to run away. He gets to the door but he can't open it.

"Oh Jack .." I cooed pulling gloves out my pocket slowly walking over to him. "You had to know this was coming I mean.. you followed Me" I laughed.

Jack pressed his back to the door and turned his face away from me in fear, if made my adrenaline rush. Carefully I glided the knife under his chin slicing him a little.. hearing him whimper.

"I-I didn't know she was your wife! I'm s-sorry please don't kill me!" He shouted

"Just shut up and let me put you out your misery" I sighed bringing my arm up I plummet the knife down, deep in Jack's chest. Jack stumbles forward toward me and then drops to his knees and coughs.

I kick him on his back, combat boot stepping on the wound and just stare. I watches Jack writhe in pain. How entertaining. How exciting to see Jack get what he deserves. "you know" I said fixing his cap. "you probably would've lived if you didnt show up when you did."

laughing I tilts my head leaning closer to Jack "and you saw the most intimate parts of my y/n .. that just ... there was no way I could let you live after that ...Sleep well."

I drive the knife into Jack's throat. Jack chokes, desperately clawing at the knife. His chest bucks as blood pours past his lips.

Pulling the knife out, I raise my arm and slamming it in Jacks heart. Jacks lays still. And I laughs. I've officially committed my first murder since I been here. it felt good.

The feeling of blood on his hands. Jack pale pale and limp body underneath him. I want. to do this again.

He again takes the knife and makes his way out of the room. Blood stains his pants as he slowly leaves the building.  I'll come back to clean up tomorrow. I'm sure no one will find his body or will be looking for him.

Stopping in front of y/n's building I look up to her living room window and smirk... soon my love it'll just be us, we'll fix this terrible world together

—

Thicksimpx© 2022. Do not copy, claim, modify or translate my work without my permission. thanks 😘

Tags - @mxchaluvv , @thismf7 ,

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

We Fell in Love in October, Chapter one - October 1st: The Deal

Shout-out to @gaelic-symphony for beta reading for me

Summary: It's October, and Emily Prentiss doesn't feel like being single for unofficial "lesbian month." What happens when she asks her friend, Tara Lewis, to be her girlfriend for the month? Will it last longer, or will a beautiful friendship meet its bitter end?

Word count: 1266

Can also be read here on Ao3

"Happy lesbian month," Emily Prentiss muttered as she slid down the wall to sit next to her friend, Tara Lewis, as they ate lunch.

Tara looked up from her psychology textbook questioningly. "It's October? Not June?"

"Exactly. We Fell in Love in October. Girl in Red."

"Oh, right. You know, for a lesbian, you don't seem too thrilled about it being 'lesbian month.'"

"I'm single, Tara. A-fucking-gain. I want someone to fall in love with me during October!"

"Okay, felt," Tara admitted.

That was when Emily got an idea. A terrible idea. A wonderful idea. A dangerous idea. This described most of her ideas. "Okay, hear me out…"

Tara groaned. "Emily, you are my friend, and you know I love you, but nothing good ever comes of you saying 'hear me out.' Ever."

"No, this isn't that bad, I promise!"

"Okay," Tara relented. She had never been good at stopping herself from being roped into Emily's shenanigans. It was something about the other girl's charm. "Let me hear it."

"So, you know how we dated for August first so that neither of us would be single for National Girlfriend Day?"

"Yes…" Tara said, unsure as to where Emily was going with this.

"So what if we dated for October so neither of us are single for lesbian month?"

Tara's eyes went wide. "Emily… you do realize that there is a huge difference between a day and a month, right?"

"Yeah, so? It'll be fun!"

"You have been reading way too much fanfiction."

"There is no such thing. Catradora and Tardarcy are my everything."

Tara shook her head, laughing. "You are insane. Seriously. This is not a good idea. Dating for a month? The chances of actual feelings coming out of that are high, that's basic psychology. What do we do if that happens? I don't want to lose my friend because we were both lonely touch-starved gays who wanted to live out a lesbian fanfiction."

"If that happens then at the end of the month we'll have an actual discussion on if we want this to continue like the mature almost-adults we are."

As sudden as this was, Emily seemed to have thought through the consequences, at least briefly. Tara didn't really have another argument other than I'm already in love with you, and this will absolutely destroy me if you don't end up feeling the same way, but she didn't exactly feel like saying that at the moment. With a sigh, she gave in. "Fine. Yes. Okay. Let's do it. I will be your girlfriend for October."

Emily's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yes," Tara replied, reaching over to take one of Emily's fries. 

Emily slapped her hand away. "Hey, what?"

"A good girlfriend would share her fries, Emily," Tara teased, shoving a handful of fries into her mouth.

"Oh fuck you," Emily teased back.

"That's very forward of you, Emily Prentiss. I didn't realize you were that kind of girl."

Emily's face went bright red. "I– that's not what I– can we just agree that for the purposes of maintaining our friendship… that won't happen?"

"Oh no, obviously it won't," Tara agreed. "I was just teasing."

"Okay." Emily stole one of Tara's chicken nuggets.

Tara's jaw dropped. "Oh you did not."

"A good girlfriend would share her chicken nuggets, Tara."

***

"Tara," Luke admonished.

"I know," Tara groaned into her hands. As soon as she had gotten to class she had spilled the details of her deal with Emily and their new relationship to Luke Alvez and Matt Simmons, her best friends. "I know, it was stupid, but I just…"

"Couldn't say no?"

"I couldn't say no."

"Tell me why I'm not surprised," Matt said. 

"Because you've known me for years and know I am in fact a useless lesbian who becomes absolutely stupid when a pretty girl even smiles at her?"

He laughed. "Yeah, that's about it."

"It's okay," Luke said, shoving her playfully. "We still love you."

"Oh you're one to talk," Tara said.

"What do you mean?" 

"You think you're much better when a certain captain of the coding club even breathes in your direction?"

His face went noticeably darker by a few shades. "Shut up," he whispered.

It was at that moment that said captain of the coding club, Penelope Garcia, walked into the room. "Hey, Matt. Tara." She faux-sneered at Luke. "Newbie." He hadn't even been the new kid for years, but she called him that and it stuck, and he secretly loved that she had a special nickname for him.

"Chica," he returned with a smirk.

Penelope rolled her eyes and kept walking.

Matt had to stop himself from bashing his head on the table. "I need new friends."

***

"Oh, Emily, you didn't," Derek Morgan laughed.

"I did."

"I'm impressed. I didn't realize you had it in you. Hey, Pretty Boy," Derek called to Spencer Reid as he sat down beside the pair. "Want to fall in love with me this October?"

He laughed. "Derek, we've been dating for three years now. You can stop using pick-up lines on me." Spencer was a year younger than the rest of them, but wicked smart, so he'd been bumped up a grade.

"Never," Derek said, with a kiss on his boy's cheek. 

"Gay people disgust me," Emily said, averting her eyes.

"Emily, babes, we've talked about the self-loathing," Jennifer "Call me JJ" Jareau said as she sat down behind her best friend.

"Derek and Spencer are being gross again."

"You're just saying that because you're sad you're single," JJ told her.

"Actually…" Derek said, a cheeky grin on his face. 

JJ gasped. "Emily! Do you have something to tell me?"

Emily relayed the whole story back to JJ, who sat there shaking her head the whole time.

"When I told you to do something about your crush on Tara, I did not mean propose the plot of a rom-com," the blonde said. "I meant ask to get coffee or something over lunch break. Jesus, Emily. Are you always this extra?"

"JJ, do you know me at all?"

JJ let out a small snort of a laugh. "Fair enough. So what are you going to do?"

"Well I can't exactly back out now. I'll just take it one day at a time. See where it goes. Enjoy the time I have with her, even if it's temporary."

"Simp, " Derek teased.

"Says the man who sat through the entirety of Star Trek with me while I added my own commentary because someone picked on me in the cafeteria one day," Spencer pointed out.

"Boy, shut your mouth."

Spencer grinned, cheekily. "Hmm, no, I'm good."

Emily groaned. She loved her friends, but sometimes their flirting could get a little much. "Get a room or shut up. Please."

"Technically," Spencer said. "A classroom is a room."

Emily glared at him. "I am giving you three seconds to rescind that comment."

"Comment rescinded."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

***

"So, as your girlfriend for the next month, at least," Tara said when she showed up at Emily's locker at the end of the day. "Is it my job to walk you home at the end of the day?"

"Well you don't have to, but I certainly wouldn't complain," Emily replied.

Tara extended her hand. "Well then, shall we go, m'lady?"

Emily placed her hand in Tara's. "We shall."

When Tara dropped Emily off at her house, she also dropped a kiss on the back of Emily's hand. "See you tomorrow, girlfriend." Emily grinned and fought to keep herself standing. "See you tomorrow." Oh she was so incredibly fucked.

[willowcrowned]

Star Wars Time Travel AU - Flavor: Anakin and Obi-Wan, from ROTJ to TPM

I asked, you guys answered. Here it is: Obi-Wan and Anakin get sent back to TPM after ROTJ, and proceed to confuse everyone. In everyone’s defense, Anakin and Obi-Wan have a lot of confusing trauma.

The thing about being dead is that it’s not quite as restful as everyone made it out to be. 

Oh, Obi-Wan is sure that if he’d done the irresponsible thing and ignored Qui-Gon and passed properly into the netherworlds of the Force instead of following his bloody Path of the Whills, he would be perfectly happy floating along as part of the larger universe. And alright, he doesn’t regret doing it because Luke desperately needed the help, what with Yoda’s isolation having made him only more reticent, but it’s still annoying. Because even though he watched Anakin toss Sidious down a reactor shaft and die peacefully in his sons arms before moving on, the next phase of existence looks a whole lot like the Healer’s Ward at the Jedi temple forty years ago, and he’s being stared at by one very alive-looking Mace Windu.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan says, because being dead is no excuse for being impolite. “Whose idea was it to decorate like this? I find it rather gauche.”

One also very alive looking Vokara Che sends him a warning look. “Large windows and pale colors are beneficial to the health of patients.”

“Oh, I think we’re rather past the need for worrying about our health,” Obi-Wan jokes.

Vokara just gives him a confused and suspicious look. “Are you alright, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan feels hysterical laughter bubble up inside him. He’s dead. He watched the Jedi fall, felt their deaths like they were his own and heard the Force crying out at the pain and wrongness of it all; he disfigured— attempted to kill— one of the few people he had ever loved, fully and unconditionally, and felt the attempt rend him further apart in the process, and then he watched as that person twisted themself into a horrible facsimile of what they once were; he hid for twenty years on a desert planet while slowly detaching himself from his physical body so he could train and advise a child on whom he pinned nearly all his hopes; he was killed by Vader, and then watched Luke save him— save the man Obi-Wan couldn’t— and saw Vader kill Sidious, and then die. And now— now— he has finally passed on, expecting rest and peace, only to wake up in the healer’s ward of a temple that was destroyed.

Obi-Wan laughs, sharp and harsh and slightly deranged. “No,” he says, “I am not.”

“Yeah,” says a voice from next to him, “I get that.”

Obi-Wan turns to see Anakin— wait, no. Obi-Wan turns to see an unharmed Anakin— well, not quite. Obi-Wan turns to see Anakin, alive, unharmed, whole... and all of nine years old.  

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks, surprised. He’d assumed that this odd make-believe healer’s ward was a result of the Path of the Whills— a journey that Anakin had decidedly not undertaken.

“Yep,” Anakin says crossing his arms. “So, this is what being dead is like? I’d assumed it would be less, uh,” he searches for the word, “medical.”

“It could be a construct,” Obi-Wan suggests, “while our consciousnesses slowly dissipate— a waystation of sorts. Of course,” he frowns, “that doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Excuse me,” Mace Windu says, very on-edge, “but what exactly are you two talking about?”

“Ugh,” Anakin complains, lying back, “why is he here?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says, acerbic, “I wonder why he could be here, what with that fall you gave him.”

Anakin flushes, embarrassed. “Fair point.”

“So,” Obi-Wan turns to Mace Windu, “where are we exactly?”

Windu raises an extremely suspect eyebrow. “You’re in the Healer’s Ward at the Jedi temple on Coruscant.”

“Well, yes,” Obi-Wan says, a touch exasperated, “but where are we?”

Windu frowns at him.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin says, “I don’t think he knows what you mean.”

Windu casts an evaluating glance at Anakin. “No, I don’t.”

Obi-Wan gives him a curious look before turning back to Anakin. “Perhaps he’s part of the construct.” He pauses. “Speaking of, why have you chosen to look like that?”

“Like what?” Anakin blinks confused.

“Like—” Obi-Wan huffs. “Does anyone have a mirror?”

“There’s one in the fresher,” Vokara Che says.

Anakin hops out of bed, and after a moment, Obi-Wan follows him to the fresher.

“Oh sweet stars and suns,” Anakin breathes, looking at his ten year old face. “I really used to look like this?”

Obi-Wan looks in the mirror as well, shocked to find that he looks as he did when he was twenty, padawan braid and all. “You know, I’m actually very glad that I’m never going to have to try to unpack the psychological implications of this,” he remarks.

Anakin snorts. “Yeah, why’d you choose to look like that?”

“I... didn’t,” Obi-Wan realizes. Before, he’d been able to change his appearance to living beings. He hadn’t for Luke, partially because Luke probably wouldn’t have taken very well to a thirty year old Obi-Wan, and partially because there wasn’t a point, given that Force ghosts didn’t get creaky knees.  

“Weird,” Anakin says.

They head out of the fresher to see that Vokara Che and Mace Windu are looking at them as if they’ve grown second heads.

“So let me unpack this,” Windu says, “you both think you’re dead.”

Anakin and Obi-Wan look at each other.

“We have reason to believe so, yes,” Obi-Wan replies, amused. “Are you going to try to convince us that we’re not?”

Windu raises one very unimpressed eyebrow. “I would think that even a padawan would be able to look into the Force to see that they’re not dead.”

Obi-Wan looks at Anakin, who shrugs. It seems that neither of them have allowed themselves to be very connected to the Force. It must be a force of habit— Obi-Wan had been careful on Tatooine to never let too much of the outside filter in, for fear of Vader finding him, and for fear that the dark currents in the Force would sweep him away. Perhaps Vader had done a similar thing.

“Shall we?” Obi-Wan suggests to Anakin. At this point, it’s likely that this is the construct telling them both that they need to connect to the Force to finally relinquish their consciousnesses.

Anakin shrugs. “Can’t make things worse, right?”

Obi-Wan snorts. “On three?”

Anakin nods.  

“One, two, three.”

Obi-Wan drops his outer shielding, letting the Force filter through.  

What he feels isn’t the ethereal, ineffable currents of the Force, calling him to drift among them as they had during his time as a Force ghost. What he feels is thousands of bright lights, sparks where there should be void, and a darkness that has surrounded everything but not yet consumed it.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan breathes. “Anakin, I’m not sure we’re dead.”

Anakin doesn’t say anything back, and Obi-Wan turns to see him crying.

“They’re alive,” Anakin whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks, face frozen in wonder and horror and guilt. “They’re all alive.”

Obi-Wan can feel them— every single one— and a lump rises in his throat. “It’s—” he starts, but he can’t finish the sentence. “We—”

Anakin nods, face still frozen. “How?”

“I—” Obi-Wan shakes his head, “I don’t know.”

“We were— you were—”

“I know.”

“And now they’re—” Anakin takes a deep breath, small body shuddering, and Obi-Wan instinctively gathers him up in his arms, holding him close.

“It’s impossible,” Obi-Wan says. “You were dead. I was dead. I felt it.”

“Luke,” Anakin chokes, “We—”

“We’re alive,” Obi-Wan says hoarsely. “The Jedi are alive— none of it has to happen.”

“Mustafar,” Anakin adds, hoarse. “Padmé.”

“The Death Star. Alderaan.” Obi-Wan says in a dark undertone. Then, louder, “I will be very cross if I get chopped in half again.”

Anakin frowns at him, momentarily distracted. “The blow didn’t hit. I should know. You have nothing to complain about.”

“I have nothing to complain about?” Obi-Wan replies, indignant. “I was on Tatooine for twenty years!”

“You cut off my arms and legs!” Anakin shouts.

Obi-Wan huffs. “Only three!”

“I was stuck in a stupid life-support suit for twenty! Fucking! Years!” Anakin retorts. “Do you know how much that sucked? I couldn’t eat real food! I fucking suffocated just because I took off my helmet to see my son in my last breaths!”

“You killed me!” Obi-Wan shouts indignantly.  

There’s a cough from beside him, and a silence as Vokara Che, Mace Windu, and several very nosy padawans stare at him.

Obi-Wan looks at them, slightly embarrassed by his outburst. “I got better.”

Anakin looks at Obi-Wan, the rage in his eyes not Vader’s, but Anakin’s, and then slowly, slowly, it dissipates.

Anakin snorts. “Fuck, we made a mess of things.”

A small, sad, smile creeps on to Obi-Wan's face. “We really did.” He sighs. “I suppose we’ll have to fix everything.”

Anakin shrugs. “Well, Sith Lords are our specialty.” He sighs. “And then I’m retiring on Naboo and learning to fish.”