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lucascecil · 1 year ago

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Fifth Doctor - Project: Blue Box

TV Stories

◆ Castrovalva

◆ Four to Doomsday

◆ Kinda

◆ The Visitation

◆ The Black Orchid

◆ Earthshock

◆ Time-Flight

◆ Arc of Infinity

◆ Snakedance

◆ Mawdryn Undead

◆ Terminus

◆ Enlightment

◆ The King’s Demons

◆ The Five Doctors

◆ Warriors of the Deep

◆ The Awakening

◆ Frontios

◆ Resurrection of Daleks

◆ Planet of Fire

◆ The Caves of Androzani

Audio Adventures

- 5th Doctor Adventures

◆ No Place Like Home

◆ Cuddlesome

◆ Return to Web Planet

◆ Psychodrome

◆ Iterations of I

◆ The Garden of Storms

◆ The Moonrakers

◆ The People Made of Smokes

◆ The Lost Resort

◆ The Perils of Nelly Bly

◆ Nightmare of the Daleks

◆ Secrets of Telos

◆ God of War

◆ The Auton Infinity

◆ Friendly Fire

◆ The Edge of the War

◆ Pursuit of the Nightjar - ★★★★★

Wow. Seriously, I had heard amazing things about this story and yet it took me by surprise. Incredibly emotional and with a lot to say about the main cast, all of that told through a simple but efficient conflict that was a delight to follow. This story doesn’t have an antagonist; instead it’s about the inherent danger of the situation they are in and the humanity and complexities of the characters - a huge triumph. For sure one of my, if not the, favorites stories of the Fifth Doctor. I hope this range brings more great surprises like this.

Complete review: here.

◆ Resistor - ★☆☆☆☆

So disappointing after how good The Pursuit of the Nightjar was, I finished listening to Resistor completely frustrated. There are good ideas and some scenes I like list in an unfocused script and a direction that gets in the way of the narrative. Unfortunetely there is not much too like this time.

Complete review: here.

- Main Range

◆ The Star Men

◆ The Contigency Club

◆ Zaltys

◆ Kingdom of Lies

◆ Ghost Walk

◆ Serpent in the Silver Mask

◆ The Land of the Dead

◆ Winter for the Adept

◆ The Mutant Phase

◆ Primeval

◆ Spare Parts

◆ Creatures of Beauty

◆ Circular Time

◆ The Game

◆ Renaissance of the Daleks

◆ The Haunting of Thomas Brewster

◆ The Boy That Time Forgot

◆ Time Reef/A Perfect World

◆ Castle of Fear

◆ The Eternal Summer

◆ Plague of the Daleks

◆ The Demons of Red Lodge and Other Stories

◆ 1001 Nights

◆ 1963: Fanfare for the Common Men

◆ Moonflesh

◆ Tomb Ship

◆ Masquerade

◆ Alien Heart/Dalek Soul

◆ Omega

◆ The Burning Prince

◆ The Waters of Amsterdam

◆ Aquitaine

◆ The Peterloo Massacre

◆ Tartarus

◆ Interstitial/Feast of Fear

◆ Warzone/Conversion

◆ Time Apart

◆ Shadow of the Daleks I

◆ Shadow of the Daleks II

◆ Thin Time/Madquake

◆ Cobwebs

◆ The Whispering Forest

◆ The Cradle of the Snake

◆ Heroes of Sontar

◆ Kiss of Death

◆ Rat Trap

◆ The Emerald Tiger

◆ The Jupiter Conjuction

◆ The Butcher of Brisbane

◆ Eldrad Must Die!

◆ The Lady of Mercia

◆ Prisoners of Fate

◆ Mistfall

◆ Equillibrium

◆ The Entropy Plague

◆ Devil in the Mist

◆ Black Thursday/Power Game

◆ The Kamelian Empire

◆ The Sirens of Time

◆ And You Will Obey Me

◆ The Secret History

◆ The Helliax Rift

◆ Time in Office

◆ Phantasmagoria

◆ Loups-Garoux

◆ Singularity

◆ The Memory Bank and Other Stories

◆ The Blazing Hour

◆ The End of the Beginning

◆ Red Dawn

◆ Exotron/Urban Myths

◆ The Eye of the Scorpion - ★★★★★

The Eye of the Scorpion is a triumph both as a story and a companion introduction, establishing a strong and interesting characterization for Erimem with a lot o potential for future releases; but also offering new angles to look at the Fifth Doctor and Peri, specially at this point of the timeline. Some purists may dislike how this arc - and other stories featuring Five and Peri - mess with The Caves of Androzani, but that’s not a sentiment I share. As much as I agree that Androzani is a deserving classic, I disagree that much is lost because of more adventures at the end of this Doctor’s life - and if the price I have to pay for listening to a TARDIS team I quite like is that his sacrifice is not for a stranger but for a close friend, so be it.

Complete rewiew: here.

◆ The Church and the Crown - ★★★★☆

I finished The Church and the Crown with an grin in my face between Five being a silly guy and asking the musketeers to shout “one for all and all for one!” and Erimem finally being invited to permanently travel in the TARDIS. It’s just their second story and the chemistry of the cast is in the heights and there is this fondness between the characters that warms my heart. A very good pure historical and another triumph for the Fifth Doctor adventures, there is a lot to like in this story. And the cover is gorgeous.

Complete review: here.

◆ Nekromanteia - ☆☆☆☆☆

“No one is born innocent in this district, Doctor” perhaps is the perfect summary to Nekromanteia. A story full of unpleasant and disguting characters that is painful to hear; the only good thing about it is the regular cast that tries to salvage whatever they can of this trainwreck. But of course, the story is not satisfied with being plainly bad and so it makes an effort to spend its two hour disrespecting that cast. That is honestly trying. Peter Davison was absolutely right to protest about this.

Complete review: here.

◆ The Axis of Insanity - ★★★☆☆

“The lunatics have taken over the asylum!”, the line that serves as the cliffhanger of part two is the best summary The Axis of Insanity could ever ask for. It revolves around a caricate villain but that was never a ploblem - the opposite actually, it’s an example of an one-note character that works really well because the acting and the dynamic with the cast compesates the simplicity. It’s also a plot that gives all regulars something to do at some point and show a new side of them because of it. It’s not one of my favorite stories - I did not exagerate when I said to not listen to it if you have a headache - but it’s fun tale that gives you exactly what was promised.

Complete review: here.

◆ The Roof of the World

◆ Three’s a Crowd

◆ The Council of Nicaea

◆ The Kingmaker

◆ The Gathering

◆ Son of the Dragon

◆ The Mind’s Eye/Mission of the Viyrans

◆ The Bride of Peladon

◆ The Judgement of Isskar

◆ The Destroyer of Delights

◆ The Chaos Pool

- Classic Doctor, New Stories

◆ Fallen Angels

◆ Empire of the Racnoss

- The Companion Chronicles

◆ The Darkening Eye

◆ Freakshow

◆ Ringpullworld

◆ Peri and the Piscon Paradox

- The Lost Stories

◆ The Elite

◆ Hexagora

◆ The Children of Seth

◆ Nightmare Country

- Short Trips

◆ The Ingenious Gentleman Adric of Alzarius

◆ Sock Pig

◆ The King of the Dead

◆ The Deep

◆ The Second Oldest Question

◆ Downward Spiral

◆ The Monkey House

◆ Lant Land

◆ Trap for Fools

◆ Rulebook

◆ The Meaning of Red

◆ A Room With No View

Books

◆ Goth Opera

◆ The Crystal Bucephalus

◆ Lords of the Storm

◆ The Sands of Time

◆ Cold Fusion

◆ The Ultimate Treasure

◆ Zeta Major

◆ Deep Blue

◆ Divided Loyalties

◆ Imperial Moon

◆ The King of Terror

◆ Superior Beings

◆ Warmonger

◆ Fear of the Daleks

◆ Empire of Death

#Fifth Doctor #Doc Thoughts

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orthodoxydaily · 2 years ago

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Saints&Reading: Wednesday, May 3, 2023

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THE VENERABLE ALEXANDER ABBOT NEAR OMEGA LAKE (1479)

Saint Alexander of Oshevensk (+ 1479) was the founder of the Oshevensk Dormition Monastery and enlightener of the Kargopol area, and was tonsured in the White Lake Monastery. He appeared to Saint Diodorus of George Hill (November 27) in the seventeenth century when his Holy Trinity Monastery ran out of supplies. The brethren complained because there was nowhere to buy food in the wilderness. Saint Alexander reminded Diodorus of how the Lord had fed the five thousand in the wilderness and ordered him to go fishing. Fearing that the vision was a demonic delusion, Saint Diodorus ignored it. When Saint Alexander appeared a third time, Diodorus, wishing to test him, asked him to say a prayer. Saint Alexander recited “It is Truly Meet,” and his face shone with radiant light. The saint revealed himself as Alexander, the igumen of Oshevensk Dormition Monastery, and repeated his order to go fishing. Obeying this command, the monks went out and caught many fish.

APOSTLE ZACCHAEUS, BISHOP OF CAESAREA (1ST C.)

The holy Apostle Zacchaeus was a rich publican at Jericho. Since he was short of stature, he climbed a sycamore tree in order to see the Savior passing by. After the Ascension of the Lord, Saint Zacchaeus accompanied Saint Peter on his travels. Tradition says he became the Bishop of Caesarea in Palestine, where he died in peace.

The Gospel (Luke 19:1-10) describing Zacchaeus�� encounter with Christ is read on the Sunday before the Triodion begins.

Source Orthodox Church in america_OCA

JOHN 6:35-39

35 And Jesus told them, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst. 36 But I told you who have seen Me yet do not believe. 37 All that the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me, I will by no means cast out.38 For I have come down from heaven, not to do My own will, but the will of Him who sent Me. 39 This is the will of the Father who sent Me, that of all He has given Me I should lose nothing but raise it up at the last day.

ACTS 8:18-25

18 And when Simon saw that the Holy Spirit was given through the laying of the apostles' hands, he offered them money, 19 sayings, "Give me this power also, that anyone on whom I lay hands may receive the Holy Spirit." 20 But Peter said to him, "Your money perish with you because you thought that the gift of God could be purchased with money! 21 You have neither part nor portion in this matter, for your heart is not right in the sight of God. 22 Repent therefore of this your wickedness, and pray God if perhaps the thought of your heart may be forgiven you. 23 For I see that you are poisoned by bitterness and bound by iniquity. 24 Then Simon answered and said, "Pray to the Lord for me, that none of the things you have spoken may come upon me." 25 So when they had testified and preached the word of the Lord, they returned to Jerusalem, preaching the gospel in many villages of the Samaritans.

#orthodoxy #orthodoxchristianity #easternorthodoxchurch #originofchristiainity spirituality holyscriptures bible gospel wisdom

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maxemilianverstappen · 5 months ago

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Why is a/b/o so popular in f1 fandom and fanfic? I’m proper amazed that of all the tropes that could be popular in F1 RPF, it’s alpha/beta/omega.

I mean, it is a great trope. But why is it so popular in the millionaires driving super fast cars around circuits fandom?

I have a few theories about it, some of which are not that palatable (and actually quite dark) to the random reader who is just there to enjoy the sexy times:

Firstly, I must say I am just a random literature grad who also enjoys scrutinizing the darkest parts of the human mind that's explored in literature. I must I also live for angst, hurt/comfort, controversy, and conflict created thru ambiguous moral stances and choices. I like depravity.

- There is a clear cut almost cast like system based on power (im)balance set around sex and reproduction in the a/b/o universe.

Young people can yap about equality and sexual rights and all that stuff day in an out, but they also highly enjoy sexual fantasies literally based on inequality even tho this trope doesn't pay much attention to the gender. It literally uses and reflects all the problems of heteronormative systems upon the characters, to the point of writing the omega characters with all the bad stereotypes attached to the "female experince". They call this universe their "guilty pleasure" because of this. And the haters of the trope are mainly giving this as their reason to hate the trope.

True, there are abo works that do not dabble in the power play and power politics of the system at all, just choosing to focus on the kinky aspects of it like biting/marking, knotting, possessive and/or rough sex (sometimes dubious consent and even nonconsent) and breeding and nesting. But even then, when you read the fic, you can clearly see some character stereotypes (that ppl look down upon) of the trope are used, if not many of them. And I am talking about the stereotyping that helps the author write a more feminine male character or a more manly female character. In a way that's acceptable and actually sought for in a society that values/calls for it. (Come to think of it, even breeding and marking as kinks have all the iks that would tick a feminist's hate list)

It is weird in a way that while a Trans leaning or gay person might feel themselves very at home in this universe at the first glance (because gender is not as important as the fact that you either have a self lubricating asshole/fertile womb or a knotting monster penis), this universe is also heavily oppressive, divided by power gained thru the biological lottery and expects you to obey its structure based solely on the way if you are an Omega and Alpha or a Beta and heavily punishes you if you are an outlier or a rebel.

There are works that solely explore the sexual opportunities of the trope, and I am not reading them at all because, as I said, I live for conflict and angst and deprivation. And you can only find it in the fics that also try to deal with the power structure of this universe.

Putting these relatively rich, famous and very handsome and fit men into this universe might have its allure in the fact that:

-some lgbtqa+ fans identify themselves with a driver and want to express/explore their identity by putting their little guy thru situations in which gender is meaningless and yet

a) he can't control, or

b) he can control fully

and have a sense of completion and experience the wild emotions and the second hand sexual gratification in a safer and sane way without all the guilt/embarrassment and power play attached.

Let me talk bluntly. Writing about r*pe, writing about sex pollen or aliens made them do it kinda tropes lets you experience a highly controversial and/or traumatic situation in a sterile way and also with a person (driver) whom you have an emotional connection with (albeit one sided) and possible attraction to. Writing/reading about a Charles being in painful heat and an alpha Max stumbling upon him like that and them having a dubious consent/forceful but wild hot sex might not be everyone up of tea, but it certainly is fucking popular. Because people have fantasies of being stripped of their consciense/choice/agency/mind/guilt and just have monkey sex with no strings attached or without any severe consequences, with a highly attractive person who desires them to the point of delirium. Easy.

Or they can work out their trauma of being stripped of their free will/decision/power (not necessarily just sexually) by making their little meow meow go thru a sexual situation which is not acceptable in any way or form by our own society/morality, but almost natural/acceptable or easier to come to terms with/reconcile with situation in the abo universe, so that they can find some form of resolution and reconciliation with their own feelings.

Or there is this thing about stripping a male athlete of his power and agency (generally the one you don't like) who reeks of power and testosterone irl, and casting him into a nonsavioury female experince without having to turn him female (and having to deal with female anatomy -which also implies an underlying self hate/disgust?) and punish him or humble him with the monster dick of your favorite driver. In a way that's sexier and more readable than outright making his girlfriend peg him until he bleeds. Hmmmm....

Or, people just like reading/writing about the melodrama and conflict that this power imbalance and cast system creates with the bonus of sexy times with all the kinks that they can shove into it.

Nevertheless, I don't like boys with "cunts" (ewww the term) in my fics and I can't suspend my disbelief while reading mpreg, so I am unable to fully enjoy the "having a child" experience of the couple in the fic, but truly.... A well written abo fic is an experience and an eye opener.

#sorry it took so long #i answer things #eri.fanfic #fanfiction discourse

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obey-me-headquarters · 2 years ago

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I had no idea you were actually a fan of a/b/o so I never considered to ask u abt it since most writers aren't comfortable with it, ANYWAYS here some omega boys HCs I think abt

• I think their pre heats are like periods, mood swings are all over the place, will crave something so suddenly and will refuse it later once you get it, either clingy af or 'get the hell away from me I will scratch you >:(' af , will complain about the soreness in their body (bc it's readying to get bred), their alter ego will show up

• Beel and Diavolo are both buff in my opinion but when they get pregnant they won't technically grow much belly just their abs disappearing and being replaced by 'fat' or if they have multiple babies it will make it seem as if their bloated (btw I love the trope small Dom x big sub)

• The most likely to have the biggest nest is Mams and Asmo and the least is Luci (bc he's a busy bitch)

• Lucifer is more affectionate or the complete opposite of his sin when he's in heat, it's hard to tell if he's the real Lucifer lol

• Asmo is really emotional when in preheat so make sure to shower him with lots of love

• Belphie is really energetic

• Barbatos can control his scent/pheromones when in heat, hence can do his daily chores without anyone realizing it

• The most likely to get pregnant is Mammon, will steal and burn all of the condoms

• Lucifer is the type of omega to take a lot of suppressants to be seen as an alpha that's why he has gone through millenniums without getting found out until YOU arrived and then YOU got him pregnant

Ohhhhh, I really really like these!!!

1) I really like the idea that pre-heats are like mood swings. If I may add my own headcanon about pre-heats, I think they only happen when the omega has gone through heats before, as in, you're with a stable mate. This is mainly so my last lost of headcanons say funny lol. So when an omega/alpha is first getting a crush their heat/rut just completely bindsides them. But! It is also funny to imagine them going through preheat, writting it off, and then getting hit with heat so idk. I definitely find the idea them getting all cuddly very cute. And the idea that some of them would be all "wtf don't touch me" is very funny. I imagine they're kinda like cats in that way. Waiting to stick in a room with you so they can look at you, but will Bite if you try to touch. I'm not sure if I like the idea of their "alter ego" coming out, since I kinda like headcanoning them as themselves when in preheat, but it is funny if they act very differently lol.

2) I'm still on fence about a pregnancy kink, but I do think they are VERY sweet and soft. So I can't gush a lot about baby bumps and that stuff lol. I too love the idea of small dom x big sub! Diavolo and Beel would absolutely LOVE to be cherished and taken care of during heat/preheat, since prevoius partners thought they will all doting during preheat/heat. They want to feel small <3

3) hmmMMM idk if I agree on this 🤔 I think during preheat/heat Luci's Bird Instincts comes out full force and he will get VERY distracted with trying to build a nest. He probably plans out his nests in advanced. His bird instincts would go "Oh, that would make a great addition to the nest, STEAL" Whenever he spots something cute of yours. So when his heat rolls around he has a whole pile/nest of little things from you.

4) I definitely like the idea of Lucifer turning into a real shameless slut during his heat. I think it happens very far into the heat, while he's deep in subspace and has been throughly fucked already. Lucifer just becomes totally shameless and openly begs for things.

5) ohhhh yes! Asmo being a clingy bitch in preheat. Definitely wants you around 24/7. Will constantly post photos of the two of you, you're constantly cuddling up, etc. Asmo also becomes very jealous, but in a whiny way. You accidentally dump into a demon as you throw away your lunch and when you come back Asmo is all "Why were you talking to that person :("

6) ohhhhhh hmm. Maybe not energetic but focused? Like he gets really sucked into something and can obsesse about it. We seen before in episode 17 or 18 that he can actually be very focused about stuff when he puts his mind to it. So I definitely think his mind kinda latches onto things during preheat. Especially things about you

7) ohhhh i like that headcanon! I like to think that his wears scent blockers and changes his clothes often while in heat so he doesn't give off much of a scent. He's supposed to be Diavolo's shadow so it wouldn't be good if he's loudly giving off "I want to be Fucked" vibes.

8) again, not that into pregnancy, but do ya thing! When you and Mammon sit down and talk about having a baby, I can definitely see him burning all the condoms, and possibly even looking up ways to get knocked up because he's SO exicted and wants to have a baby.

9) ooooooo, you see I really really like the trope of an omega trying to hide their omega status. Especially since they're worried about not being taken seriously or getting judged for it. But the thing about the devildom is that I think it's very progressive in it's identity politics. I don't think demons really care about gender lol, anybody can be immensely powerful. So I'm not sure they'll judge on secondary gender so Lucifer doesn't see the need to hide. BUT I do still like this idea so maybe Lucifer likes to keep his private life very private and he likes to be mysterious so not a lot of people know what his secondary gender is (it's a big topic in the tabloids). So it's definitely a surprise when cool, calm Lucifer starts acting all submissive. I also like the trope of the omega worrying about the alphas/batas in their community treating them differently once they come out, only to be treated exactly the same. While still getting fucked gently and taken care of in private. Love the trope of the omega hiding their status and vowing NEVER to date because they know they get extremely submissive and don't want to be made fun/judged, but when they come out/get found out everyone is exactly the same, while also convincing them to let down their walls in the bedroom and getting taken of <3

#obey me #obey me cast #obey me omega cast #obey me alpha!reader #alpha!reader #a/b/o #heat cycles #my post #ask #tbp masterlist

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seekerpsycho · 3 years ago

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The ACME Special

Do you enjoy derailing your DnD campaign with bonkers overpowered combos? Well let me tell you about a maneuver I created called The ACME Special, and how it worked a little TOO well in my campaign. STRAP IN! So, you’re going to need four items to pull this off: 1. A Bag of Holding 2. A heavy object no more than 500lbs which can fit in the Bag of Holding, such as a safe filled with cannonballs. 3. An intelligent creature which obeys your commands and can fly (a Homunculus is ideal. Mine is a steampunk spider-robot named Bobbert. [art pending. Bobbert substitute from “Meet The Robinsons” below])

4. A Ring of Spell Storing or lesser-powered equivalent.

Now, if you’re an Artificer, you can instantly build your own Bag of Holding and the Homunculus yourself at level 2. Getting an object of nearly 500lbs is easy enough; find a rock, or chunk of a pillar (though a safe is the best option, for comedic value). Ring of Spell Storing is trickier, but you might persuade your DM to give you the opportunity to buy one from a magic vendor or such. You don’t even need a fully functional Ring of Spell Storing as written: you just need something that can store and release a level 2 spell (specifically, Enlarge, which an Artificer can learn at level 5) (Also, the Artificer can build an equivalent Ring at level 11, but the earlier you pull this off, the more epic). Now, how do you unleash the ACME Special? 1. Put heavy thing in Bag. Heavy thing is light while in Bag. 2. Charge Ring with a casting of Enlarge. 3. Give Bag and Ring to Homunculus. 4. Instruct Homunculus to fly 200ft above target you wish to absolutely obliterate. 5. Instruct Homunculus to flip Bag inside out, ejecting the safe, 6. and as it’s falling, have the Homunculus use the Ring to cast Enlarge on the safe, doubling its size in every dimension, and more importantly OCTUPLING ITS WEIGHT, to 4000lbs! 7. Argue with the DM that as per falling damage rules, a falling hero takes 1d6 damage for every 10ft they fall, to a max of 20d6 (which I interpret as terminal velocity after falling 200ft), and surely whatever the hero hits will take equal damage, so off the bat, the falling safe will deal 20d6. BUT, I argue that heavier objects should naturally deal more damage, surely that makes sense? So let’s assume that the 5e falling damage rules were built around the “average” hero weight of, oh, let’s say, 300lbs. Given our Enlarged safe weighs 4000lbs, it should deal (rounding down) 13 times the normal damage a falling hero would, meaning that The ACME Special should deal 260d6 falling damage to whatever player, monster, or other poor unfortunate soul it lands on!!! 8. Watch target magically lose its 3rd dimension. Now, have I unleashed The ACME Special in game? Yes I have. Did the DM let it play out as I designed it? Yes, but no. So, the scene: I’m a level 7 goblin Artificer working with a band of stoned misfits on a mission to assassinate a king to stop a war. Along the way we manage to charm a giant sea serpent, which we later cast Enlarge on to basically turn it into a kaiju.

We attack the capital city, leading with the kaiju. I instruct my Homunculus Bobbert thusly: “Bobbert! Guard dog mode! Follow kaiju! If encounter Omega-level-threat, deploy... The ACME Special.” Bobbert flies off with the Ring and the Bag and hovers a comfortable 200ft above our kaiju, ready to obliterate anything that might threaten our beastie.

The kaiju wrecks merry havoc, distracting the king’s army and citizens, and we break into the castle and begin searching for the king. We run into two boss monsters, but they would quickly become irrelevant.

Outside the castle, very much in a Godzilla vs Kong type encounter, a second kaiju has emerged from the sea to challenge our kaiju. The enemy kaiju is a beast we had encountered previously, and was well established as this universe’s version of Godzilla, and this is a territory / alpha male dispute type thing. The kaiju immediately clash, with the poor city citizens caught in the crossfire. The battle is fierce and epic, so huge that it’s changing weather patterns. In any case, this definitely qualifies as an Omega-level-threat, and so Bobbert diligently unleashes The ACME Special, which I’m confident will one-shot the enemy kaiju.

As I explained the mechanics of The ACME Special to our DM, there were a couple things I did not factor in, all stemming from our DM liking my clever idea a little TOO much. I failed to factor in: 1. The DM decided the “max of 200ft” rule of terminal velocity was silly. The higher the fall, the more damage, period. 2. Unbeknownst to me (that is, my goblin, currently in the castle), Bobbert had been swept up by a tornado and lifted to the whopping height of LOW ORBIT.

Bobbert unleashes The ACME Special.

A 4000lb safe, the likes of which would make The Looney Toons themselves weep at its beauty, plummets from the sky, catching fire and melting into a molten ball of slag and kinetic death as it does so.

The DM has me roll my original damage calculation, from which he would multiply his own numbers.

834 damage.

This number is meaningless.

The safe lands; it misses both kaiju but strikes the ground between them. The shockwave manifests as both a kinetic blast and heat, knocking behemoths across the city. Buildings are obliterated. Streets buckle, shatter, and are blown away. Once nigh insurmountable defensive walls are reduced to so much gravel. The king’s castle is blasted apart as if it were made of glass.

Through a combination of accidentally taking shelter in the castle basement and plot armor, my goblin and the rest of the team survive by the skin of our teeth.

One-point-five million civilians are not so lucky. There are zero other survivors within the city limits (other than the boss monsters, who wisely surrender immediately).

Bobbert hath become death, destroyer of worlds.

My character is now a mostly-accidental terrorist who has committed a war crime of magnitude never before seen in this universe. He is trying to keep this under wraps, which is thankfully possible due to the very limited pool of surviving witnesses.

But hey! The king (and the rest of his bloodline) is dead! Mission accomplished! I guess!

So,

take with you this forbidden knowledge, the DnD blueprints for a tungsten-rod-drop. Use it wisely.

The wisest move might be to never use it at all.

#DnD #D&D #The ACME Special #Tungsten rod #Artificer #Dungeons and Dragons

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itsclydebitches · 3 years ago

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The Bad Batch: A Crosshair Analysis

Hello, Star Wars fandom! I have just completed watching—and loving—The Bad Batch, which you know means I now need to dump all my thoughts about the first season into the tumblr void. Specifically, thoughts on the complicated drama that is Crosshair. I have no doubt that the majority of what I’m about to say will be old news to anyone who watched the show when it came out (I’m slow...), but I’m writing it all out anyway. Largely for my own sanity enjoyment :D

I want to preface all of this by saying that the above is not an exaggeration. I love the show and I love the entire cast. My enjoyment in each of the characters is directly connected to my enjoyment of the season as a whole, which I say because I’m about to get pretty critical towards some of the characters’ choices and, to a lesser extent, the writing choices that surround those. Does this mean I secretly hate The Bad Batch? Quite the opposite. I’m invested, which is presumably just what Filoni wants. I’m just hoping that investment pays off.

But enough of the disclaimers. Let’s start with the matter of the inhibitor chip. I’ve seen fans take some pretty hard stances on both sides: Crosshair is completely innocent because he’s definitely been under the chip’s control this whole time, no matter what he might say. Crosshair is completely guilty because he said the chip was removed a long time ago and he chose to do all this, no moral wiggle room allowed. However, the reality is that we don’t know enough to make a clear call either way. The audience, simply put, does not have all the necessary information. What we have instead is a couple of facts combined with claims that may or may not be reliable. Let’s lay them out:

Crosshair was definitely under the chip’s control at the start of the series.

He was able to resist it to a certain extent, resulting in a pressure to obey orders coupled with a primary loyalty to his squad. See: telling Hunter to follow the Empire’s commands—which includes killing kid Padawans—but not turning his team in as traitors when they did not. It’s an in-between space.

Crosshair’s chip was then amplified to an unknown extent. I’m never going to claim I’m a Star Wars aficionado—I’m a casual fan, friends. Please don’t yell at me over obscure lore lol—but within TBB’s canon, no one else is undergoing that experimentation. The effects of this are entirely unknown, which includes Crosshair’s free will, or lack thereof.

Crosshair then becomes a clear tool of the Empire, hunting down innocents, killing on a whim, the whole, evil shebang.

In “Reunion” he’s caught by the engine and suffers severe burns to his face. One leaves a scar that covers precisely the place where the chip would have been extracted.

Removing the chip leaves its own scar behind. If Crosshair’s was removed, we can’t see that scar due to the burn.

After these events Crosshair seems to mellow a bit. He does horrible things under the Empire’s orders—like shooting the senator—but is still loyal to his squad—killing his non-clone teammates to give TBB a chance, saving AZ and Omega, etc.

Crosshair claims that his chip has already been removed. However, Crosshair is arguably an unreliable source if he’s been lied to or if the chip is still there, encouraging him to manipulate the team.

Crosshair claims it was removed a long time ago, which is incredibly imprecise. As we can see from just some of the events listed above, precisely when the chip came out—if it came out—makes a huge difference.

Hunter realizes this and presses for clarification, but Crosshair dodges giving it. Again, a legitimate belief that it doesn’t matter, or evidence that he can’t say because something else is going on? We don’t know.

Hunter checks Crosshair’s head and finds the burn scar which proves… nothing. As stated above, they wouldn’t be able to see the surgery scar one way or another: its existence or its absence. It’s useless data, as Tech might say. I’ve seen a few fans claim that Hunter was also feeling for the chip with his enhanced senses, but 1. I didn’t catch any evidence of that in the scene and 2. Even if we assume Hunter did that anyway, the chips are notoriously hard to spot. Fives and AZ couldn’t find the chip at first when examining Tup. Ahsoka had to use the force to find it in Rex. TBB themselves couldn’t find it at first in Wrecker. If machinery consistently fails to find the chip on the first couple of tries—it’s meant to be a hidden implant, after all—why would we believe Hunter’s senses could pick it up instantly? Maybe he missed it, or maybe it wasn’t there at all.

Crosshair appears to be struggling with a headache in the finale, just as he was at the beginning of the season and just like Wrecker was for the first half.

The point of listing all this out is to emphasize how ambiguous this whole situation is. I don’t want to use this post to argue one way or another about whether Crosshair’s chip is really out. I have my preferred theory (the chip’s still in, but only partially functional), but at the end of the day none of this is conclusive. The writing takes us in what I hope is deliberate circles. Crosshair says the chip is out? Crosshair is not a reliable source of information until we know if the chip is out. What other evidence is there that the chip is gone? A scar? We can’t see if there’s a scar. Hunter’s abilities? He only checked once for a canonically hard to find implant—if he actually checked at all. And why would the Empire want the chip out? Well, maybe it has to do with that push towards willing soldiers, but if that were the case, why leave Crosshair behind and have the “clones die together”? By that point he was one of the most willing, chip or not. Did they have to take it out because of the engine accident? Pure speculation. We just don’t know and THAT is the point I want to make.

Because it means the rest of the Bad Batch didn’t know either.

The core issue I have here is not whether the chip is in or out, or even how long it may have been in if it is out now. The issue is that TBB spent 99% of the first season believing that Crosshair was under the chip’s influence… and they didn’t try to do anything about that. They abandoned him. They left a man behind. Does this make them all horrible monsters? Of course not! This shit is complicated as hell, but I do think they made a very large mistake and that Crosshair has every right to be furious about it.

“But, Clyde, they couldn’t have gone back. It was too dangerous! Hunter had a duty to his whole team, not just Crosshair.” True enough and I’d buy this argument 100% if Hunter hadn’t spent the entire season throwing his team into dangerous, seemingly impossible situations to save other people. Crosshair became the exception, not a hard rule of something they had to avoid. They went back to Kamino for Omega, a kid they’d only had one lunch with, despite knowing how dangerous the Empire was. They went into the heart of an occupied planet to rescue not just a stranger, but one belonging to the Separatist government. They helped Sid when she asked and there was plenty of compassion for the criminal trying to take her place. Most significantly, there wasn’t the slightest hesitation to go rescue Hunter when he was under the Empire’s control, in precisely the same place. Every explanation I’ve seen fans come up with—Kamino is too fortified, they don’t know where Crosshair is, they can’t risk Omega being captured, etc.—also holds true for Hunter, yet there wasn’t a second of doubt about needing to at least try to help him. And his rescue was arguably far more dangerous given that TBB knew they were walking into a trap. Going after Crosshair would have at least had some element of surprise.

I think the problem with these justifications is most easily seen in “Rescue on Ryloth” and, later, “War-Mantle.” In the former, we do watch Hunter decide that going on a rescue mission is too much of a risk, only for Omega to talk him into considering it.

Hunter: “It’s a big galaxy. We can’t put ourselves on the line every time someone’s in trouble.”

Omega: “Why not? Isn’t that what soldiers do?”

Hunter: “It’s not worth the risk.”

Omega: “She’s trying to save her family, Hunter. I’d do the same for you.”

The arguments that sway him are ‘Soldiers should help people’ and ‘Soldiers should specifically help their family.’ So… what does that say about their feelings for Crosshair? They’re willing to put themselves on the line for the parents of a girl they met once at a drop site, but not their own brother? That’s the message the writing sends. “But, Clyde, the difference is that they had an advantage here. Hera’s knowledge of her home planet tipped the odds in their favor.” Yeah… and Crosshair is stationed on TBB’s home planet. Even more than them collectively having the same knowledge that Hera does, “Return to Kamino” reveals that Omega always had additional, insider knowledge of the base: she has access to a secret landing pad and the tunnels leading up into the city. That knowledge was given and used the second Hunter’s freedom was on the line, but it never once came up to use for Crosshair’s benefit.

“War-Mantle’s” mission puts this problem in even sharper relief. Another claim I’ve seen a lot is that TBB only took risky rescue missions because they needed to be paid. The guys have got to eat after all. Yet Tech makes it clear that going after Gregor will lose them money. They’re meant to be on a mission for Sid and deviating for that won’t result in a payment. He explicitly says that if they decide to do this, they won’t eat. They do it anyway. No money, no intel, a huge risk “on a clone we don’t even know.” But that’s not what’s important, the show says. All that matters is that a brother is in trouble. This time it’s Echo pushing that message instead of Omega. When Hunter realizes that they’re about to try and infiltrate an entire facility and they don’t even know if this clone is still alive, Echo points out that they took that risk once before: for him. “If there’s a chance that trooper is being held against his will, we have to try and get him out.”

Yes! Exactly right! So why doesn’t that apply to Crosshair?

“Because he tried to kill them, Clyde!” No, that’s the easy, dismissive answer. A chipped Crosshair tried to kill them. AKA, a Crosshair entirely under the Empire’s control. The only difference between his enslavement and Gregor’s is that Gregor’s chains were physical while Crosshair’s were mental. And again, the point of everything at the start of this post is to show that no one knows when or even if that chip was removed. TBB definitely didn’t have any reason to suspect that Crosshair was working under his own power until Crosshair himself said as much. We might have been able to make that case at the start of the season, but “Battle Scars” removes any possible confusion. The entire team watched Rex reach for his blaster when he learned their chips were still in. The entire team watched Wrecker become a totally different person and attack them, just like Crosshair did. The entire team forgave him instantly and had their own chips removed. So why in the world didn’t anyone go, “Wow, Crosshair has a chip too. He was no more responsible for attacking us than Wrecker was. We need to try to get him out, no matter how hard that might be, just like we had to try for all these other people we’ve helped.”

But they didn’t. No one even considered rescuing Crosshair. They only went back for Hunter and, when they realized Crosshair was there too, they didn’t change their plans to try and rescue him as well. He’s treated as a particularly threatening inconvenience, not another team member in need of their help.

The problem I have with how this all went down is that the team treated Crosshair like an enemy despite all evidence to the contrary. Despite Omega outright saying that this isn’t his fault, it’s the chip, the group seems to decide that he’s gone crazy or something and that there’s nothing they can do. “It’s fine,” I thought. “They don’t really get what the chip is like yet. They don’t understand how thoroughly it controls someone.” But then “Battle Scars” arrives and Wrecker is treated with such compassion (which he deserves!) only for the group to continue acting like Crosshair is somehow different. It’s easy to say, “But Crosshair shot Wrecker” and ignore the easy pushback of, “and Wrecker nearly shot Omega.” Up until Crosshair’s own accusations and Omega’s ignored comments, TBB’s understanding of the chip’s influence and the lack of responsibility that accompanies mysteriously disappears when the show’s antagonist becomes the subject of conversation. This is seen most clearly in how Hunter tries to frame things during his talk with Crosshair:

“You tried to kill us. We didn’t have a choice.”

“Can’t you see that they’re using you? It’s that inhibitor chip in your head.”

“You really don’t get who we are, do you?”

Hunter mentions the chip, but he acts as if it’s Crosshair’s responsibility to overcome it: “Can’t you see…” Of course he can’t see, that’s the entire point of the chip, the thing he currently believes Crosshair still has stuck in his head. But Hunter and the others—with Omega as a wonderful exception—never seem to have accepted this like they did for Wrecker. When Crosshair “tried to kill us” it’s seen as a deliberate act that he chose, not something forced on him like with Wrecker. When Hunter talks about their ethics, he subconsciously separates the team from Crosshair: “You really don’t get who we are, do you?”, revealing a pretty ingrained divide between them. Even Wrecker gets in on the action, the one brother who truly understands how much the chip controls someone: “All that time, you didn’t even try to come back.” What part of he couldn’t try is not hitting home here? Again, for the purposes of this conversation it doesn’t matter whether Crosshair was chipped this whole time or not. The point is that TBB believed he was chipped… and yet still expected him to somehow, magically overcome that programming, writing him off when he failed to do that. He’s consistently held responsible for actions that they were told (and, through Wrecker, saw) were completely outside of his control. Even when we factor in his claim that the chip was removed, TBB has ignored all the evidence I listed at the start. No one, not even Omega, challenges this super vague and strange claim, or seeks out proof because they don’t want to believe that their brother could willingly do this. There’s just this... acceptance that of course Crosshair went bad. Why? Because he was an asshole sometimes? Taking it all as written, it doesn’t feel like the batch considered him a true part of the team. Certainly not like Wrecker or Hunter. As shown, the batch will go out of their way, risk anything, forgive anything, for them. They have a level of faith that was never shown to Crosshair.

“Severe and unyielding,” Tech says and he’s absolutely right, but I’d seriously challenge this idea that any of the others would have automatically done better if the situations were reversed. It stood out to me that each batch member has a moment of doubt throughout the series, a brief glimpse into how they think the Empire isn’t that bad, at least when it comes to this particular thing. Basically, a moment that could lead to a very dangerous line of thinking without others to stomp it down. Wrecker announces that he’s happy working for whoever, provided they give him food and let him blow things up. Tech finds the chain codes to be an ingenious strategy and is clearly fascinated with their development. Hunter initially wants Omega to stay on Kamino, despite knowing that this Empire has already, systematically killed an entire group of people: the Jedi. Doesn’t matter. She’s still (supposedly) safer there than she would be running with the likes of them.

There’s absolutely no doubt that those three made the correct choice in defying the Empire, but I believe that their ability to make that choice is largely dependent on them having each other. They survive together, not apart, and it’s their unity that allows them to make the really hard calls, like setting out on their own and opposing such a formidable force. But if Tech’s chip had activated and he’d been left behind, would he have muscled through to escape somehow...or would he have gotten caught up in all the new technology the Empire offered him, succumbing to both his chip and the inevitability that if his squad no longer wanted him, why not stay? Would Wrecker have escaped, or been easily manipulated into a new life of exploding things? Would Hunter have been able to push through without his brothers, or would he have become devoted to a new team to lead? Obviously there’s no way to ever know, but it’s always easier to make the right decisions when you have support in doing so. Crosshair had no support. His team left him and yes, they had to in that specific moment, but the point is that they never came back. As far as we saw throughout the season, they never planned to come back. They all talk about loving the Crosshair who existed when life was easier, but they weren’t willing to fight for the Crosshair that most needed their help. When he says “You weren’t loyal to me,” he’s absolutely right. The same episode, “Return to Kamino,” gives Omega two powerful lines that the group rallies behind:

Omega: “[The danger] doesn’t matter. Saving Hunter is what matters.”

AZ: “You must leave.”

Omega: “Not without Hunter.”

The key word there is “Hunter.” Danger, stakes, risk, probability… none of that matters when Hunter needs help. Crosshair did not receive that same level of devotion.

Which creates a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. The group is upset that Crosshair isn’t rejoining them, but they fail to realize that he has no reason to trust them anymore. He’s not joining the Empire because he’s inherently evil and that’s that, end of discussion. He’s joining it because above all Crosshair wants a place to belong… and TBB has made it clear—unintentionally—that he does not belong with them. The horrible actions that Crosshair took under his own free will (theoretically) came after he realized that doing bad things while under the Empire’s control was, apparently, unforgivable. If it wasn’t, his team would have come back to rescue him. They could have at least tried. But they didn’t, so Crosshair is left with the conclusion that either what he did under the Empire’s control is something the group can’t forgive him for, or they can forgive that (like with Wrecker) and he’s the problem here. He’s the one not worth that effort.

“The Empire will be fazing out clones next,” Hunter says. To which Crosshair responds, “Not the ones that matter.”

He wants to matter to someone and events show he no longer matters to his brothers. So why not stay with the Empire? I mean, we as the audience ABSOLUTELY know why not. Self-doubt and feelings of isolation aren’t excuses for joining the Super Evil Organization. Crosshair, if he is under his own control, is still 100% in the wrong for supporting them, no matter his reasons. So it’s not an excuse, but rather an explanation of that very human, flawed, fallible thinking. He needs to be useful. He needs to be wanted. Crosshair is an absolute dick to the regs and I have no doubt that a lot of that stems from the harassment TBB has experienced from them (with a side of his inflated ego), but I’d bet it’s also due to Crosshair’s intense desire to be valuable to someone. He keeps pointing out the regs’ supposed deficiencies because it highlights his own usefulness. When Crosshair fails to find Hera, the Admiral says that soon he’ll get someone who can, looking straight at Howzer at the door. It makes Crosshair seethe because his entire identity is based on being useful, yet no one seems to need him anymore. TBB seems to no longer want him. The Empire no longer wants clones. Now even regs are considered a better option than him, the “superior” soldier. Everywhere Crosshair turns he’s getting the message that he’s not wanted, but he’ll keep fighting to at least be needed in some capacity, no matter how small. Even if that means overlooking all the horrors the Empire commits.

“All you’ll ever be to [the Empire] is a number,” Hunter says and he’s absolutely right. But to TBB recently, Crosshair hasn’t even been that. He’s been nothing. Nobody worth coming back for. To his mind, at least being a number is something.

I hope that all of this resolves itself into a conclusion that is kind to each side (preferably without a Vader-style death redemption), especially given the still ambiguous state of the chip, but from a writing standpoint I’m admittedly a bit wary. We’re obviously meant to believe that the batch all love each other, but as established throughout this entirely too long post, this season did a terrible job imo of proving that they love Crosshair. Or, at least, proving that they love him as much as the others. If this was really meant to be just a matter of miscommunication, with Crosshair making terrible life choices because he only thinks he was abandoned, then we as the audience would have seen the batch trying and failing to get him out. Or at least establishing a very good reason why they couldn’t take that risk, hopefully with entirely different side-missions so the audience isn’t constantly going, “So you can risk everything for Gregor... but not Crosshair?” I’m VERY glad that Crosshair was allowed to air his grievances to the extent he did, but the end result of that—Hunter continually denying this, Omega walking away from him in their rooms, neither Tech nor Wrecker actually sticking up for him and acknowledging the chip’s influence during at least some of all this—is making things feel rather one-sided. It’s like we’re meant to take Crosshair at his word and accept that he’s this garden-variety antagonist who joins the Empire because yay being on the winning side… despite all these complications that clearly have a huge impact on how we read the situation. It doesn’t help that the show has already embraced an inconsistent manner of portraying chipped-clones. We know every clone has one, we know only a couple clones are aware of the chip’s existence (and can thus try to get it out), we know they enter a “Good soldiers follow orders” mindlessness once activated… yet towards the end we see a lot of side character clones thinking for themselves. Howzer decides that he’s no longer loyal to the Empire, giving a speech where a couple other clones throw down their weapons too. Gregor was arrested because he likewise realized how wrong this all was. But how is that possible? Do the chips completely control the clones, or not? Are these clones somehow exceptions? Are the chips beginning to fail? All of that has a bearing on how we read Crosshair—what were his own decisions, how much he was capable of overcoming the chip, whether that changed at all during certain points—but right now that remains really unclear.

It’s details like that which make me wonder if all these other questions will be answered. Will the story resolve all those ambiguous moments surrounding the chip, or brush them off with the belief that we should have just taken Crosshair at his equally ambiguous word? Will the story acknowledge Crosshair’s points through someone other than Crosshair, allowing it to exist as a legitimate criticism, rather than the presumed excuses of an antagonist? I’m… not sure. On the whole I’m very happy with TBB’s writing—despite what all this might imply lol. Until my brain picks over the season and discovers something else, my only other gripe is not allowing Omega to form a solid bond with Tech and Echo, instead putting all the focus on big brother!Wrecker and dad!Hunter. I think it’s a solid show that does a lot right, but I’m worried that, unless there’s a brilliant answer to all these questions and an intent to unpack both sides of the Hunter vs. Crosshair debate with respect—not just falling back on, “Well, Crosshair is with the Empire so everything he says is automatically bad and wrong” take—we’ve just gotten the setup for a somewhat messy, ethical story. For anyone here who also reads my RWBY metas, I’m pretty sure you’re not at all surprised that I’m invested in going, “Hey, you had one of the heroes suddenly become/join a dictatorship and do a lot of horrific things, but within a pretty complicated context. Can we please work through that carefully and with an acknowledgement of the nuance here, rather than throwing the ‘evil’ character to the proverbial wolves?”

God knows TBB is leagues ahead of RWBY, but I hope things continue on in not just a good direction, but one that tackles the aspects of this situation that many fans—and Crosshair—have already pointed out. As much as I adore the cast—and I really, really do—it was discomforting to watch a found family show where 4/5th of that family so completely wrote off one of the members and crucially have, at least so far, refused to acknowledge that. I want complicated, flawed characters, but that’s only compelling when the storytelling admits to and grapples with those flaws. We have quite firmly established Crosshair’s flaws in Season One. I hope Season Two delves into the rest of the team’s too.

Aaaand with that meta-dump out of my system, I’m off to write TBB fic. Thanks for reading! :D

#The Bad Batch #TBB #Crosshair #Star Wars #SW #mymetas #do I take my life in my hands #by posting SW meta?#probably lol

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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It makes my blood boil just thinking of the infantilization (??) of human lunas or whatever else they call the alpha’s mate. It would be so infuriating, imagine you’re brought into this whole thing against your will and EVERY SINGLE person in the pack thinks you’re made of glass and you’ll break without enough supervision. Like oh you’re so cute 🥺 so weak 🥺 so fragile because you’re human 🥺 and AUGGHHH I would riot.

Haha unfortunately the path that a lot of these stories tend to take is that the human is turned into a werewolf when they are marked so a lot of times humans are kind of lowkey forced to assimilate into werewolf society which bugs me sometimes because like, it depends on the story but pack rankings and auras can literally force you to do things? Like when a human is marked they usually take the rank or aura or whatever of their mate. Imagine being a normal human one day and the next day you're an Omega and you wind up in a pack that considers Omegas servants and you have to mindlessly obey a caste system. You open your mouth to exercise your right to speak and an Alpha or Beta or just anyone above you grows at you and you can no longer physically speak. Being ordered and forced to do things you don't want to, treated as inherently lesser, treated subhuman, like, I can imagine most smart humans would run away the second they realize becoming a werewolf could potentially mean becoming enslaved

Like really think on that for a second, what if your werewolf mate wasn't even an Alpha and you go to his pack and the leaders and upper ranked wolves are all fucking assholes and you realize "yeah I'm not going to be your mate because then I would have to live in this community and tbh you're all illegal sovereign citizen savages who break each others bones and hit kids and have slaves"

God suddenly thinking of alpha werewolf x reader x beta werewolf where the alpha and beta are childhood friends and basically brothers and the Alpha won't let you reject his best friend as your mate, also why do I see that with Bakugo and Midoriya 💀 you reject midoriya because you see what a fucking prick bakugou is and you're like "uh fuck that I'm not living here if I'm going to be forced to respect this guy and do whatever he wants + youre a pussy if you think how he and your pact acts is ok + L + ratio"

To be honest in a lot of these stories sometimes it isn't infantilization its just straight up disdain. They think humans are weak and stupid and too emotional which um is curious considering they all have to form their own communities and governments but the human government is usually still the ones running the country? Werewolves wanna act all high and mighty but most of them are criminals by definition, rapists, child beaters, etc. Like in The Silent Alpha, Christian's father was openly disrespectful of Natalia just because she was a human and decided to stay human and not be turned, he looked down on her even though she did literally everything besides the wolf stuff perfectly. Like holy shit I just now remembered Natalia was such a successful Luna she literally won Luna of the Year award because she was managing the construction of facilities for use by her pack and others, genuinely improving their livelihoods? And in private Christian just shit on her and told her none of it even mattered because her real job was providing him an heir :/ cunt. Your heir Dakota hates you and your pack hates you and your parents hate you and even your own wolf hates you

Have I ever mentioned that in some of these stories, when the bully rejects the protagonist, sometimes his wolf is so pissed he REFUSES to let him shift or use his powers ever again? Good. At least the wolf respects his mate. Even in True Luna, Logan's wolf Leon initially told him that he already rejected Emma as his mate and lost his chance, while other wolves are still snapping amd growling "NO YOURE MINE just ignore that I beat and rejected you already you're still mine my rejection doesn't count ahaha"

Imagine actually having a supportive pack and while you're not essentially the Luna or mated or marked yet you really love your alpha mate and his pack and the community and you love the sense of being home it gives you, youre really considering changing your entire life to stay here with your fated soulmate. for alpha meetings, the Luna is usually expected to attend, so imagine your mate brings you to one just to see how it is, and. You realize your pack is an outlier. Your mate and his pack are large and powerful which means they can make their own rules, but many of the others hate humans, treat their Omegas differently, treat their women and children differently. You all come to sit at the table where you're just going to quietly observe from your mate's side (maybe he even asked you to come since your very presence gives him life and all that) and there are Alphas who refuse to sit down, one of them even glaring at you and then your mate, "you brought a human bitch in here?"

Just growls and snapping teeth and broken bones as your mate flies to attack the other Alpha who dared to insult his mate, much of the room watching with casual nonchalance (some would approve considering they would do the same for their mates) while you're HORRIFIED, there's blood, knocked out teeth, werewolves can heal almost anything and so they often let loose like this and you're absolutely chilled by that realization. Even if YOUR pack may be a community you approve of, some of these others all but re-instituted slavery if not being borderline fascist and authoritarian (some of these stories literally have packs that do not even allow mates and marking, some people are just Designated Breeding Slaves)

Some stories have the Gamma able to sense the Luna's emotions and form their own bond even before any official ceremony (being the Alpha's mate inherently makes him sense you I guess idk?) and your Gamma senses the exact moment you begin to think about going back home, your actual home, your human home. Your Alpha might even refuse to attend the meeting just so he can take you home and try and run damage control but the wheels are already in motion and you're beginning to realize you might not want to stay here anymore. Not that your new pack who loves and adores their Luna oh so much really wants to allow that. You can't make such a flip decision because of one event! You're just scared! That's OK, they know humans can be emotional sometimes :) but you're nice and safe and taken care of here and obviously you belong more with them as their Luna than you do with other humans. Even werewolves can be driven by their emotions you know, so they understand! After all, your Alpha loves you so much and just feels so naturally possessive protective of you that he knows he needs to watch over you and protect you forever even if you don't want him to 🥰

#sinprompts #yandere stuff

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liam-cadmus · 3 years ago

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A/B/O dynamics. with a twist. — i’m done seeing omegas as the ones rare in a/b/o. how about alphas. Konoha is full of omegas and betas, as the current norm. Alphas are quite rare, depending on the clan. Omegas lead the village more than the other two secondary genders, using 60% of the population. The rest, 35% of the village are betas, with the staggering number of 5% for the alphas, from any clan. Alphas have unnatural strength, making the elders prone to keep them in the village, and stop them from fleeing. Some are respected, and some are feared, the members of the village hesitant in being with an alpha, in case they get controlled by the alpha voice. Mikoto made sure to remind her youngest to always, always keep his scent blocker on at all times, and made it their mission to hide his gender. Sasuke presented as the second alpha of their generation. That isn’t the reason why she wants him to hide it, aside from the backlash he’s going to receive. She doesn’t, and will not, allow her child be another weapon, a tool to the village. She knows it, seen it, the way people regard Uchihas as aggressive, emotionless, and unsympathetic people. She knows, he’s gonna be used, controlled. They would use him against the clan...And they would get crushed to the ground with accusations of Sasuke controlling others. She wants to protect him from the rest of the world, to let him be his happy, loud self without being judged by the stereotypes. Sasuke is a bright child, with grins as wide as the sun, blinding. He has the darkest eyes, like the night sky. With fair skin as light as the moon. He’s lean, without the usual bulk his father has on his shoulders and legs, leaning into his mother’s features with big doe eyes and lanky limbs. Splitting image, with his father’s attitude and mother’s looks. He was told to be an omega like his nii-san, looking so similar. His mother made it a mission, making sure to teach him manners. He grew, being polite and civil in important gatherings, how to talk smoothly with respect. To bow with grace and smile with acknowledgement, to praise and to appreciate. He knew the responsibilities he too, carry as the son of the clan head, even if he was the second. He knew, and learnt. Became to be his mother’s gentle child to his father’s kind child, Itachi. Their Uchiha temper is still there, but he managed to control, to dull it under a facade, a mask. His eager and curiosity hidden behind his quiet, patient eyes, even if all he wants to do is ask without thinking about the consequences. Shisui would always look at him with a genuine smile, “I know you’ll bring peace.” His cousin would say, the only other alpha besides his father in the clan. Shisui would encourage and teach him, becoming his other older brother, than Itachi’s ‘maybe next times’. He smiled emptily once, looking more like a grimace. His Mangekyou ability reflected on his secondary gender. ‘I can cast a powerful mind-controlling genjutsu on victims so that they obey me without realizing. I can change their thoughts and future decisi—‘ Shisui stills, before gagging, leaning to the side, horror filling his face, blood red tears flowing down. ‘I won’t ever use it. Never.’ He said it with so much conviction and honesty, that it brought Sasuke to tears. Shisui is the most caring, affectionate, good-natured, understanding man ever, and even if he didn’t say that, Sasuke knows deep in his heart, his soul, that he still would never use that. Shisui and Itachi would always steer him away whenever Danzo is near, Shisui even opting to body flicker just to hide him. ‘Danzo would take Sasuke if he could. You’re already being watched, Shi.’ Itachi murmured one time, his rose and honey scent turning metallic and strong. Shisui’s pheromones tip over like a wave, the salt of the seabreeze and pine cones. He learnt not to trust the council man, and the suspicious bandages covering his arm. Pack. ‘It is something you care for. You protect it with all of your heart.’ Mikoto Uchiha once said. ‘They’re the ones that will be with you for life. You protect. You do not control. You protect.’ she says, when he was missing Itachi. He learnt he had a strong, high alpha instincts, on how protective he can be. ‘You can hide it, but you can never keep it away. ‘ Sasuke knew independence. He became one with it when he was alone. When all of his loved ones disappeared in one day. They went alongside his voice, and emotions, leaving him blank as a slate, his burnt cedar and mint scent dull and bland. Silence. He became quiet, unnaturally so, his past shell of smiles and grins disappearing. His pack was killed, by his own brother, and he wasn’t even there. He wasn’t there. He failed. He failed to protect his pack. Protect. He allowed the hatred, the vengeance, the loss, grief, pull him to the darkness. He let it settle deep in his heart, weighing down on his shoulders. All he wanted was to scream, and scream. He wants to know. Why. He tries, tries so badly to hate his brother. Uchihas love deeply, fiercely. In a way that is like no other. Deep to the bone and staining the soul. He tries to find the will to hate his brother, and force it to intensify, but it doesn’t work. He loves. He protects. He can’t hate his brother, even if he tried. He tried, he promised, he tried until he cried tears, until his Sharingan whirled widely in front of him. Until his scent spiked and his chakra thrashed, until he passed out. A silver-haired man kneels over him, shaking him. Worried lone, black eye stares at him, mask covering his face. The scent of dogs, puppies? cover the man, with the ashy charcoal undertones. He stares back blearily, exhaustion marring his bones, making them heavy as lead. His Sharingan involuntarily activates, chakra pathways protesting as he scrambles back, panicking about his scent uncovered. The jounin coos, before his scent intensifies, covering him. Alpha. Sasuke frowns, dazed, aching, unmoving on Kakashi’s arm. One thought crossed Sasuke’s mind when he sees the eye underneath the hitai-ate. Not traitor. Kin. Pack. Family. Kakashi takes one look, before hugging the boy close, he will not lose another Uchiha in his life. They both lost their packs? They’ll be their own pack. Without others judging them. Kakashi adopts Sasuke. It might’ve been an impulse decision, or maybe he’s poisoned. He didn’t know why, but he wants. For once, he wants. He wants to keep a kid from being alone. Wants the boy to have someone when he needed it. Wants the boy to not burden his clan’s death. Wants the boy to be protected from the village elder’s greedy hands. To keep, the boy from being a weapon. So he doesn’t turn to be like Kakashi. Gai laughs, relief flooding him to see Kakashi dropping off Sasuke on the Academy, with a lazy half-salute and eye-smile before body flickering away. The Uchiha scowls, before pocketing his hands, and strolling lazily to the doors. Same dry humor, posture and antics. Sasuke has lightning affinity, similar to Kakashi, to his amusement. Lee hops brightly beside him, before the kid runs to Sasuke, declaring becoming ‘eternal rivals’. Sasuke’s jaw dropped, and wide, panicked eyes is too amusing for the people around them, the stoic Uchiha for once a loss of words, and startled. ‘A shinobi looks underneath the underneath.’ Kakashi-nii— sensei tells them, lone dark eye calculating as he looks to the three genin in front of him. Underneath the underneath. Just what are you hiding, nii-san? Sasuke groans, hand moving to rub at the sore muscles of his arms, the prickling wounds around his chest and arms burning. Sakura is gentle in healing the pierced skin, nerve endings on fire from the onslaught of senbon. He breathes a sigh of relief when he touches the scent blocker still secure on his gland, wearing the high collar shirt back on after the bandages. He winces at the fabric grazing the sensitive skin, before his nose wrinkles at the overwhelming scent of citrus and brown sugar attacking his nostrils. Loud, worried voice shouting ‘Teme.’ echoes through the clearing, making him raise his hand in assurance. Sakura’s faint cherry blossom scent wafts to his sensitive nose, her chakra muted as she lay on the ground motionless, Naruto’s prone from by the tree fraying his senses. Adrenaline courses through his body as he stands on wobbly legs, tongue bitten enough to draw blood. His gland itches at the blocker tight on his neck, as he moves his limbs to carry Sakura. He lets his strength appear, as he hops down silently to the ground, finding a cave to lay Sakura securely. He hisses through his teeth as he buckles to the ground, pain lancing his shoulder. He moves, willing himself not to stall as he crawls to Naruto, carrying him over his back. He sits cross-legged by the entrance, weaving a genjustu over them as he stays up for watch. ‘You have a curse seal, and extremely chakra exhausted.’ Shikamaru observes as they break the genjustu, Ino scurrying over to Sakura. ‘What’re you doing risking your life like that?’ he hisses in worry, the Uchiha pale as a sheet, limbs shaking. ‘What happened?’ he asks, as he holds Sasuke’s face in place, forcing him to look directly on his eyes. ‘Orochimaru. Messed Naruto’s seal. Bit me. Had to protect. Pack. Been 5 hours since. On guard in case.’ Sasuke croaks weakly, before passing out. Sasuke tries to awkwardly become closer to Naruto and Sakura, even if he’s hesitant in touching. Sakura rolls her eyes before hugging him on the front, Naruto jumping on his back to circle around his shoulders, with Kakashi’s hand ruffling his hair. He will protect his pack. He will not leave them. He became a chunin, and an ANBU with Kakashi as his captain. Moved through the ranks quickly, eventually turning to a jounin in couple months’ time. Naruto and Sakura became apprentices of the sannins, having them as mentors, which they tease him about. He huffs, before smirking smugly, ‘Who’s the jounin here exactly?’ which gains him disappointed pouts, a beta and omega ignoring him. They offer him more physical touches, Sakura linking their arms, or Naruto letting Sasuke have an arm around his shoulders. ‘Touch-starved bastard’. Kakashi making sure that he has control on where Sasuke is going to, knowing that his genius/prodigy status will lead him to dangerous situations. Added to the alpha secondary gender? no. He and Shisui already suffered, alongside Itachi on the village’s bad decisions. He will not let Sasuke become a bad decision nor a mistake. They will prove themselves worthy. Tsunade giving him a mission to go undercover for 3 years, striking a deal with Orochimaru. He does it without questions, knowing that Orochimaru needs to be killed, and he would gladly do so. He goes through day by day, sitting through experiments with the intent to kill Orochimaru at the end. Desperation clawed at Orochimaru, having a test subject that is an Uchiha, one of the last ones to exist, an alpha nonetheless. Sasuke made a promise, to never use alpha voice, unless necessary. He doesn’t see the need to use it, since it only ruins Izuna’s name, being a descendant. He doesn’t want to taint their line, doesn’t want to be seen as his great grandfather, Madara. A rare thing, deep growling as his eyes turn cobalt blue, that makes his instincts go haywire and his movements shaky. A ability that he resents, because he never wants to see gold-eyed omegas and emerald eyes reflecting back to him. So he doesn’t use it against betas or omegas. He uses it against alphas who dare hurt them, using his alpha voice to push alphas back from his pack. Aggressive and relentless, when alphas try to control his pack, dusty burning cedar reeking his hunched form, chakra venomous and crackling, burning like a thousand embers, his Uchiha blood reflecting his rage. Sasuke can be seen sitting down beside Shisui after he uses his alpha voice, hint of alpha pheromones still oozing from his form. (Sasuke and Shikamaru. Please. Sasuke knowing that Shikamaru is fully capable and independent. That doesn’t stop him from pampering or spoiling him. He keeps his protective nature from interfering but they both know that Shikamaru likes it even if he doesn’t wanna admit it.) Iruka adopted Naruto.

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Feral Red Dog ch. 1

A/N: So I will say this again Trigger Warning. Also this Awesome Fan art of young Sakazuki is not mine, the artist to what I understand deleted their account so I hope they won’t mind me using their work. Anyways I hope ya’ll like it and if you could leave me some feedback it would make my day.

Sitting on the cold, hard stone you winced at the ache of your backside and the burning pain of your wrists. Looking down at the cuffs binding your wrists together you noticed the red stain to your skin and tilting your head, you bit your lip at the sight of your now raw flesh, patches of flesh rubbed away by the rough metal. Sighing you pulled your knees up to your chest in an attempt to get more warmth to your near freezing body. The cave- like place those disgusting pirates deemed as a good hiding place was damp and cold, seeming to seem into your very bones. It had been days since you had seen the sun and even longer since you had eaten, you were pretty sure your body had given up asking for food at this point. You felt so weak, even if a chance to ever escape came you doubt you would be able to make it far in your state. Glancing up to the man currently posted as your watchdog you saw him sitting on the crate, his own eerie black eyes lifting from where he had been sharpening a blade to look at you. Dropping your head to your knees you let your heavy eyes slip close and took in a shallow breath, your broken ribs making it hard to get the air you needed.

Sleep almost had you under her spell when a loud boom filled the air and then the cave shook. Cannons. Snapping your eyes up you saw the man become alert as well, standing and holding his long blade in his hand while his other moved to his pistol on his hip. Men shouting and yelling echoed through the tunnels of the cave, one word making your blood turn to ice, "Marines!"

Scrambling to your feet you started towards the male, "Hey, hey come on you have to let me...Ahhh!" A hard smack to your left cheek sent you falling to the rocky floor, blood dripping from your lips.

"Quiet girl!" He huffed.

"JET, KEEP THE BITCH ALIVE! SHE'S WORTH A FORTUNE!" Another male voice rang from down the tunnel.

Breathing heavily you could only listen as the marines began infuriating the cave. Gunshots and yelling bounced off the cave walls. The high pitch clash of swords and screams of those being injured or killed filled your ears. Your heart was soon to beat out of your chest like that of a cornered animal about to be slaughtered. Swallowing hard you felt your body begin to tremble as the heavy boots thumped on the cave floor. They were coming. Seeing the male that had been keeping watch of you yell out and charge forward you tensed. A blood curdling scream was heard before a body fell into your line of sight, a young man dressed in marine whites that were quickly turning red. The sound of a gun went off, a bullet ricocheting off the rock walls and more yelling. It was now or never. Either way you were most likely going to die, you wouldn't go down without a fight. Hurrying to the side you looked around the large bolder to see the man who had been watching you battling a marine. Snapping your eyes in the other direction you saw shadows of men on the walls. Licking your cracked lips you hear a gasp and looked to see 'Jet' cut the other man in the abdomen, the male falling backwards. Watching as the pirate lifted his gun, pulling back the hammer and aiming at the young male you saw a fallen sword laying by the dead male and acted quickly. Grabbing the blade you ran towards the male and shoved it through his shoulder blades as hard as you could. Watching him fall dead beside the injured marine you met the young beta's eyes for only a moment, shock filling his grey eyes before you took off down the tunnel.

Skidding to a stop as more fighting broke out in front of you, you opted for running around them. Hearing what sounded like the captain of the pirates yell for someone to grab you, you kicked the man who went to grab you in the groin as you ran for the exit. A sharp pain in your thigh made you stumble, your leg falling out from under you and a broken cry leave your throat as you rolled to the ground and out of the cave entrance. Whimpering you grit your teeth and forced yourself to stand, your right leg now barely able to hold your weight. Seeing an open grass covered plain in the full moon's light you began limping as fast as you could for it. As the sound of the battle seemed to grow more distant you thought you may be in the clear before something was sending you falling towards the ground again and hard. Whimpering you let out a huff though your nose as you tried to push yourself up again.

"Give it up, Pirate scum."

Hearing the extremely deep male voice you pushed yourself up to your knees, the male's shadow falling over you as he came to stand in front of you.

Looking over the what he now knew to be female he watched as she struggled to get to her knees in the tall grass. Walking around to stand in front of her he looked down at her and noticed imminently the iron shackles around her wrists that were not marine grade. It was hard to tell in the moonlight but she looked like she had been through hell. As her tired eyes met his he scanned over her beaten face he quickly came to the assumption that she was not in fact one of those pirates but more likely a captive of theirs. Still though there was something wild in her eyes. Crouching down to get a closer look of her he was hit with a strong scent that made something primal in him purr with delight. he now knew why she was being held captive by them, this young woman was an omega. Reaching out to grip her jaw in his large hand dodged her attempted bite and dug his fingers into her skin a little as he tilted her face to each side, looking for any signs of pervious claim, seeing none he raised one brow.

You knew him, oh God why did it have to be him? Vice Admiral Sakazuki. Fear, all you felt was fear and it was made worse by the overwhelming scent of his alpha hormones. How, how did it come to this? With you on your knees, wrists chained, with none other than the most feared vice admiral staring down at you with his hard, brown eyes, seeming to burn a hole straight to your soul. Holding the alpha’s stare you grit your teeth, "Well get on with it." you growled. If he was going to kill you you wished he would hurry it up. But to your surprise the male only let out a small huff of amusement before the corner of his lip lifted up, his next words changing the rest of your life.

"You'll do." he huffed.

Furrowing your brows you felt your heart hammer in your ears. Watching him stand back to full height you wanted to ask what he meant but the world started spinning and other muffled voices were growing closer. Feeling very lightheaded you blinked your heavy eyes and saw him no longer focusing on you as he spoke to whoever else was there. Weakly you tried to move, pushing your body up to your wobbly legs but fell to the ground shortly after. Looking up at the stars as they twirled around the night sky you saw something dark block your view. Deep muffled voices sounded like thunder in your ears and then you were being lifted from the dew covered grass and an immense warmth was enveloping you. Trying to keep your heavy eyes open you parted your dry lips to speak when a deep voice cut through the darkness evading your mind.

"Sleep omega." he told her and felt her small form fall limp in his arms. Carrying her back to his ship he made his way straight to the med bay and barked out for one of the doctors to come attend to her. Now in the light of he ship he saw she was small, frail even. Her dirty and matted hair looked to be a Crimson red and she was very malnourished, her torn and bloody clothing doing nothing to hide how skinny she was. Stepping back as the doctor went to work on her he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Who is this woman Vice Admiral?" the doctor asked.

"That is something I intend to find out. Treat her and keep me updated on her condition." he spoke deeply, leaving no room for discussion.

"Yes sir." the woman said and heard the male's heavy footsteps grow faint as he left them alone.

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Hushed voices. Warmth. Pain. Groaning you felt your brow twitch and the extreme dryness of your throat. Attempting to swallow just to get some kind of moisture you flinched when something touched you. Feeling your head get lifted some and another pillow get moved behind your head you whimpered at the stiffness of your body.

"Shhh, it's alright, you are safe. Here drink."

Feeling something touch your lips you obeyed and swallowed greedily at the water the unknown woman was giving you. Once you had had your fill you turned your head slightly and felt her pull the glass away. Cracking your eyes open you instantly closed them again at the light that blinded you. Flutter your lashes open slowly you felt your eyes adjust and then blinked a few times before finally being able to look at the woman, the nurse as she was so obviously dressed. Casting a glance around the room you saw what looked to be a hospital room. White walls, white floors and white ceilings. It smelled clean as well.

"You are in the hospital on Marine headquarters." she told the woman in a kind voice.

Snapping your eyes back to the beta female you tensed at the information. You could only stare at the brown haired woman as she went about telling you how lucky you were to be alive and how Vice Admiral Sakazuki had been the one to 'save' you.

Noticing the woman's breathing pick up she reached out to touch her and saw her instantly recoil. "You are okay miss, you are safe here, no one is going to hurt you." She told her. "Can you tell me your name?" she asked but the woman wouldn't answer. "Are you hurting at all? I can adjust your medication...."

"No." you spoke, your voice cracking a bit. No you didn't want her to put you back to sleep, you needed to find a way out of here.

"Well you must be hungry. I will go get you some soup and inform the Vice admiral that you are awake."

"Time..." you croaked out, glancing to the window and seeing little to no light.

"It's almost dawn. He is likely not up yet but he was very clear that he was to be told when you woke." she spoke, adjusting the woman's blankets. "You just relax and I will be back shortly."

Watching the woman walk out of the room, closing the curtain behind her to give you privacy you looked down to your body and saw you wore nothing but a simple grey gown. Lifting your arms you saw your wrists wrapped in bandages along with a small one over the cut that had been on your forearm. There was an IV line in the top of your hand. Following the line up to the stand you saw two bags, one most likely fluids and the other medicine of some sorts. Taking a deep breath you bit your lip as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, your muscles aching along with your side. Hooking a finger in the neck of your gown you saw your upper half wrapped in bandages as well. Pushing the blankets from your legs and lifting the gown up your thigh you saw a thick layer of gauze wrapped around your mid thigh, the gunshot. That would pose a problem in your escape. Turing to hang your legs over the bed you eased off the side and had to quickly catch yourself from falling to the floor. Panting you took a few minutes to adjust, pulling the IV out of your hand and tossing it to the bed. Stumbling to the curtain you peeked out and saw another bed on the other side, a sleeping man there. Noticing a neatly folded pile of clothes on the table you narrowed your eyes.

After painstakingly pulling on the man's marine uniform you sun your hair around into a ball on the top of your head and tugged on the cap, tucking in any stray hairs. Walking to the opening the nurse had left through you peeked out and saw as another nurse, an older lady moved behind another curtain across the room. With a deep breath you started across the room and out to the hall, keeping your head down. Looking left then right you saw no one either way but could hear voices coming from the right so you chose left. Walking for some time you saw people coming towards you, two doctors by the looks of it. Panicking you grabbed the vase of flowers from the nurse's station counter and kept walking, holding the flowers over your face.

"Morning officer." one of the doctors spoke.

"Morning." you muttered, making your voice as deep as possible. Hurrying down the stairs you continued holding the vase until you got to to the main front desk and placed them down. Walking out of the hospital you started going down as many side streets as possible until before long you had no idea where you were and the sun was up in the sky. More people were out on the street now, marines and what you assumed were their families. Seeing a woman walking with two small children you swallowed hard and moved to her. "Excuse me miss..." When she turned to look at you you licked your lips, "I was wondering if you could help me out, I'm new here and well I'm a little lost. Could you tell me where the docks are?"

Smiling she tilted her head. "Of course, I was the same my first few months here. If you go down this main street you will see a sign that tells you to go right and you just follow that the whole way down to the docks."

Nodding you gave her a small smile and thanks before following down the way she told you. Feeling your leg throb you bit the inside of your cheek and pushed on. If you were lucky you would be able to slip aboard a leaving ship and then play marine until you could slip away on the next island. Turning right like the woman said you were passing a storefront when something wrapped around your waist, a large hand coming up to cover your mouth before you could say a word.

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Walking down the halls of the hospital, people moved out of his way per usual. Getting to the wing she had been in for the last four days he saw a nurse carrying a tray of soup and other small things towards her room. The young woman looked up at him and grinned politely. "Good morning Vice Admiral, I was just about to bring her something to eat."

"So she is awake then?" he asked, moving to help open the curtain for the nurse so she wouldn't spill the omega's food.

"Yes sir she..."

Hearing the young woman stop short and seeing her face turn to one of shock he quickly looked to the bed to see it empty. "WHERE IS SHE?!" he roared.

Shaking at the alpha's loud roar she felt some of the soup spill to her front and quickly looked up to his eyes, shaking her head. Opening and closing her mouth a few times she swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know sir, she... she was just here. I only went to tell someone to inform you and then walk down to the dining hall to get her something to eat. I don't understand how she..."

Moving into the room he saw the IV line on the bed and her discarded gown on the floor. Narrowing his eyes he pulled back the curtain of the next room and saw a male laying in bed, his head wrapped in bandages. Looking to the table he saw the man's clothes gone. She had taken them, she was impersonating an officer. Growling he walked past the nurse and out to find the omega he planned to make his.

Marching through the streets he snapped his eyes ot every officer he saw, scanning their face. She was injured so she shouldn't have been able to get far but truth be told she shouldn't have been able to even get out of the hospital. It had been almost a week since he had found her and since then she had been out cold. The doctor on his ship had told him she had been lucky to be alive. Along with a gunshot wound to her thigh that had caused her to loose much blood she had many broken ribs and the wounds on her wrists from the cuffs had already begun to get infected. She had been kept on antibiotics and pain medication to help her catch up on the rest her body obviously needed. With all of that he couldn't lie that he was impressed by her determination and will but that changed nothing, she would be his.

Continuing to look for her for sometime he was beginning to get frustrated when he heard his name being called and turned to see a petty officer running towards him, the young boy stopping to salute him.

"Vice Admiral Sakazuki, you are to report to Fleet Admiral Kong sir." the young boy said.

Sighing he nodded his head and watched the boy make his leave. Giving one last look around he grit his teeth, he hoped she wouldn't find her way off the island before he got finished attending to Kong. He still kept a look out for her the whole way but to his disappointment she was no where to be found. Knocking on the Fleet Admiral's door he heard the male's deep voice and opened the door. What he saw made him freeze. Kong was sitting behind his desk, his large arms crossed and his face as serious as always. Occupying the long couch in front of the desk was none other than Vice Admiral Garp and Admiral Sengoku. Between the two large males, sitting with her arms crossed over her chest and a hard glare on her face was none other than the little omega he had been looking for. Meeting her eyes he saw a fire in them that was willing to battle with his magma.

"Take a seat Sakazuki, we have much to discuss." Kong spoke and watched the male close the door.

Walking over to sit in one of the two chairs on either side of the couch he looked again to the omega and saw her give him a heated glare before she turned her head and looked towards the window.

"I will take it this is the 'surprise' you encountered while on your mission?" Kong asked.

"Yes sir." he spoke.

Humming he looked to the girl. "Would you like to tell us how you became a captive of pirates... Y/n?" he asked, noticing Sakazuki's brow twitch just the slightest amount.

Remaining silent you continued looking out the window until you heard Sengoku speak from beside you.

"Go on Y/n, tell the truth."

Sighing stared out at the sea, "Got caught trying to sneak off their ship." you grumbled.

"What the hell were you doing sneaking on a god damn pirate ship girl?! Didn't I tell ya to stay on that island and behave yourself?!" Garp yelled, smacking the girl in the back of the head.

"Ow! I told you I didn't want to stay there! It was boring as all hell!"

"That was the point you little shit. We put you there because you would have been safe..."

"Safe my ass old man the slavers started coming around more and more. If I hadn't left when I did they would have found sold me to the dragons then and there!"

"So you thought that you would do what y/n, hitch a ride with pirates to the next island and then go along your way? What then? What was your plan then?" Sengoku asked in that disapproving voice of his.

"I don't know, just keep moving I guess." you shrugged, looking down to your lap.

"Well look how well that turned out?" Garp scoffed.

"You should be grateful Sakazuki found you when he did, if not then those pirates would have no doubt sold you to the highest bidder by now." Sengoku added.

Continuing to ignore them you opted for looking out the window. "So what now, you all just drop me off at some island again?" you growled.

"No." It had been the first time he had spoke through all of this and he saw as the omega....y/n's eyes snapped to him, a confused look on her face.

"Sakazuki?" Kong asked.

Looking over the omega he felt a strange pull towards her and blinked before directing his attention back towards the Fleet admiral and raising his chin. "I choose her, she will be my wife." he spoke in a deep voice.

Shocked by his sudden claim you felt your mouth fall open a bit before an anger filled you and you let out a growl, "Go fuck yourself asshole!" you snarled.

"Y/n! What have I told you about using that kind of language. Ladies do not.." Sengoku started but you cut him off.

"I ain't no damn lady!"

"Well that's for damn sure..." Garp grumbled

Listening as the three on the couch went on bickering Kong held the young vice Admiral's eyes for a moment, reading him. Taking a deep breath he looked back to the three and blinked. "Go wait outside with her. Sakazuki and I need a moment alone."

Seeing Garp and Sengoku stand on either side of you and feeling them grab your arms you shook them off and stood on your own, stomping out of the room.

Once they were left alone Kong leaned back in his chair and looked to Sakazuki. "You still have time you know, to choose a wife. Your promotion to an admiral has already been decided but it will not go into effect until the end of the year that gives you plenty of time to look around."

"I do not need to look any further. I choose her." he said affirmably.

Closing his eyes he thought on the matter. "You found her Sakazuki, by law the omega is yours to claim but I will warn you that she will not submit easily."

"What is her story?" he asked.

"We don't really know. When Rocks was defeated ten years ago Garp found her chained up at the bottom of on of his ships, she was just a child. She was badly beaten and half starved. She doesn't remember anything about her past other than the fact that Rocks had killed her entire village. From what we figured he took her as a pet or trophy of sorts. She hasn't ever opened up about her time on the ship and from the shape she was found in she may never. Once she was treated here for a time and her body healed she started to show signs of an omega and we made the decision to hide her away. I am sure you are aware of the Celestial Dragon's obsession with Omegas, most are taken from their families as soon as they show signs and sold to them. Given her past we knew she would never make it if subjected to that kind of treatment."

"Do you know how old she is?" he asked.

"No. We guess she was about eight or so when Garp found her and from what she could tell us Rocks took her when she was around five." Kong told him.

Grunting he saw Kong open his eyes and look to him.

"You are certain, you know you will not be able to change your mind once you claim her?" The fleet admiral asked.

"Yes sir."

"Very well." he said with a sigh.

Watching as Kong called for Garp and Sengoku to come back in he saw Garp currently holding onto Y/n's forearm as she hit and kick at him.

"Let me go you geezer." you growled.

"Geezer?! Keep on and I'll..."

"That's enough." Kong spoke. Looking to the young woman he saw her giving him a hard glare. Taking a deep breath he let it out slowly, "Y/n, you will marry Vice Admiral Sakazuki."

"Like hell I will!" You roared.

"It is not up for discussion!" he yelled, stopping her and both other men from speaking again.

Breathing heavily you looked to the Fleet Admiral and then to the large alpha male sitting in the arm chair with his arms crossed. When he stood and walked over to tower over you, you lifted your eyes to actually look him over. The hood of his white hoodie was still drawn, a cap still on his head and a deep scowl on his face.

Looking down at the omega he rose his chin and smirked at the look she was giving him. This would be interesting.

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numbersbythebook · 3 years ago

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22 Letters Hebrew Alphabet, 22 Chapters Revelation, First 5 Chapters

written by Will Schumacher

There are 22 letters in the Hebrew alphabet. Since God spoke creation into being using words made up of the 22 letters, it is said that the Hebrew alphabet is the building block of creation. Each letter has its own meaning not like our English language. Hebrew words are formed from the meaning of the letters.

My belief is that the meaning of numbers are tied to the numbers pertaining to each Hebrew letter such as by gematria or positioning.

Most people are familiar with Psalm 119 written in order of an acrostic.

The book of Lamentations follows somewhat of an acrostic also. The first chapter has 22 verses corresponding to the 22 letters in order. Chapters 2-4 follow the acrostic but put the pey before the ayin. Chapter 3 has 66 verses and is in sets of 3. The last chapter has 22 verses but is all jumbled up.

So in the Bible there is the thought process of writing in the order of the Hebrew alphabet.

The book of Revelation has 22 chapters corresponding to the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet.

A cursory look at the book shows a door in chapter four. The fourth letter is the dalet and is a picture of a door. The sixteenth chapter mentions a fountain. The sixteenth letter is the ayin meaning “eye” or “fountain”. Jesus calls Himself the “alpha and omega”. In hebrew He would be calling Himself the “aleph and the tav”. The first letter of the Hebrew alphabet is the aleph. The 22nd letter is the tav. Jesus calls Himself the “aleph and tav” in both the 1st and 22nd chapters.

These 4 incidents made me wonder if the book of Revelation was written following the thought process of the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet and then divinely broken up into 22 chapters corresponding to the 22 letters. And if so do they add and understanding to the chapter.

1) ALEPH The first letter of the Hebrew alphabet is called aleph. The Aleph is a picture of the Ox or Bull meaning “strength” or “leader”.

God the Father is the aleph or the strength and leader of the house. In the first chapter of revelation Jesus presents Himself as God Himself, the leader of the house, the Aleph, and therefore worthy to inspect and ultimately judge the house.

In Chapter 1 John gives greetings from the Father, the Spirit, and Jesus.

Revelation 1:4 John to the seven churches which are in Asia: Grace be unto you, and peace, from him which is, and which was, and which is to come; and from the seven Spirits which are before his throne;

Rev 1:5 And from Jesus Christ

The Father is called the one “which is, and which was, and which is to come”

Later Jesus calls Himself the same.

Rev 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.

Jesus also calls Himself the Alpha and Omega which in Hebrew would be “the Aleph and Tav” or “the first and the last.”

God the Father called Himself “the first and the last”.

Isa 48:12 Hearken unto me, O Jacob and Israel, my called; I am he; I am the first, I also am the last.

Rev 1:11 Saying, I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last

Jesus is seen walking among the 7 candlesticks which is the church. He is inspecting it.

Rev 1:13 And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle

He is describes as the Father is in Daniel.

Rev 1:14 His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire;

Daniel 7:9 I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.

His eyes “as a flame of fire” means He is inspecting the church with “Holy Spirit” eyes, not as man sees with his superficiality but as God sees the true heart.

Jesus has feet of brass, meaning judgement, as they burned in a furnace.

Rev 1:15 And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters

In Daniel “one like a son of man” walked through the fiery furnace with Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

Dan 3:25 He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.

One of the main themes of the bible is that we go through this tribulation with Christ so that the bride is purified. God is separating the wheat from the chaff, the dross from the silver.

Proverbs 25:4 Take away the dross from the silver, and there shall come forth a vessel for the finer.

Matthew 3:12 Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.

Jesus as the leader of the house holds the 7 messengers of the 7 churches in His right hand. The right hand denotes the power of the works of God in action. The 7 messengers are being used by Christ through His power to complete His desire. In this case the 7 messengers are rebuking and encouraging the 7 churches as we see in chapters 2 and 3.

Rev 1:16 And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.

Rev 1:20 The mystery of the seven stars which thou sawest in my right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks. The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.

The first chapter of revelation is about Jesus establishing Himself as the Aleph. He is God Himself and is therefore worthy to judge His house.

This is much like the first chapter of the bible. The word for God used exclusively in the first chapter of the bible is Elohim and it carries with it the idea of God as the ruler and judge of the earth. Elohim establishes Himself as the creator and life giver of everything so yes He would be worthy to be called the ruler and judge of all.

2) BET The second letter of the Hebrew alphabet is called beit. The beit is the picture of a House, or dwelling.

The Father sent His Son Jesus to build a house, the church.

Jesus has established Himself as the Aleph and therefore leader of the house. He is therefore worthy to inspect and judge the house. In chapters 2 and 3 Jesus inspects and judges the house represented by the seven churches.

3) GIMMEL The third letter of the Hebrew alphabet is called gimmel. The gimmel is a picture of a Camel. The camel was used in the bible to carry a person through the wilderness just as the Holy Spirit carries us through the wilderness. John the Baptist, as a type of the Holy Spirt working through man, was dressed in camel’s hair, symbolically he was full of the Spirit.

The word gimmel means reward and recompense and comes from a root meaning to deal out, to give, or to wean. The reward or recompense can thus be a blessing or a judgment. This again is a picture of the Holy Spirit convicting and encouraging, blessing and judging.

Chapters 2 and 3 of revelation combine the beit and gimmel. The 7 churches are the house the Son is building. Jesus established Himself as the aleph or strong leader of the house in chapter 1. As the leader, He sends His Spirit to His house to call them, teach them, judge them and encourage them.

Each letter to the seven churches is organized the same way. Jesus describes a symbolic attribute of Himself as the Leader of the House worthy to judge. He then gives a statement about the condition of the House. He tells of the reward/recompense for following or not following Him. He lastly tells each church to listen to the Spirit.

The central theme is His House is to be Holy, to be like Him. Do not be seduced by the world, the false prophets, the Jezebels. If you choose not to follow judgment is coming.

Chapters 2 and 3 of Revelation seem to also follow chapters 2 and 3 of the bible. In chapter 2 of the bible God starts building His house-Adam. His house is given boundaries, you can not eat of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.

In chapter 3 of the bible His house rebels and is judged, but is also given the first messianic promise of redemption. This is all very similar to the message to the seven churches.

4) DALET The fourth letter of the Hebrew alphabet is called dalet. The dalet is a picture of a door. A door acts as a divider between what is inside and what is outside. You use a door to go in and out or back and forth. The number four throughout scripture is used in conjunction with division. The essence of holiness is division, setting something special apart from the common. God is Holy or set apart and has made His church holy or set apart by Jesus’ blood, and He wants us to learn to act holy or set apart by obeying His holy laws which reflect His Holiness.

In the fourth chapter John is shown a door opened to the holy temple in heaven. He sees the holy throne of God with 24 elders sitting on 24 seats around the throne. There are seven lamps burning before the throne. There are 4 living beings also in the midst of the throne and around the throne. The one on the throne is like a Jasper and sardine stone. This is the first and last stone of the breastplate of the High priest. The first and the last represent all. The stones of the breastplates stood for the 12 tribes-all Israel-the House of God-the church throughout history.

The rainbow is a reminder of God’s covenant with Noah. It is like an emerald, the 4th stone of the breastplate. Judah is the 4th son. Jesus, our redeemer and covenant maker, is from the tribe of Judah.

Rebekah the virgin bride is the type of the 24 elders seated before the throne of God. This is the holy, set apart, divided out bride seated in the heavenlies as Ephesians calls us. This is our future and what we are now.

Ephesians 2:6 And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:

The four living beings, which are the Holy Spirit and His power in action, are full of eyes representing the omniscience and omnipresence of God. The wings represent their power and therefore the power of God. There are 4 beings representing the concept of division and holiness. The goal of the Holy Spirit is to call and refine the house or bride of Christ. There are 6 wings to each being. The 6th letter is the vav. It means to join. The number six also denotes physical completion. The Holy Spirit is completing and joining the bride to Christ. There are a total of 24 wings just like there are 24 elders.

The Holy Spirit dwells within us, the 24 elders, to give us His power. When you read revelation you find that the 24 elders do what the 4 living beings do. We follow the Spirit as He leads.

The fourth chapter is seen as a picture of the Holiness of the Father, the heavenly temple, the agent of holiness in His people, the Holy Spirit and the holy bride seated in the heavenlies.

It is interesting that the fourth chapter of the bible is also about division and a setting apart. Abel’s sacrifice was accepted and Cain’s was not. Cain was sent away from the presence of the Lord and marked.

5) HEY- The fifth letter of the Hebrew alphabet is called hey. It means to reveal or behold.

What does the fifth chapter of revelation reveal?

First, a book written on the front and back and sealed with seven seals.

Revelation 5:1 And I saw in the right hand of him that sat on the throne a book written within and on the backside, sealed with seven seals.

It is written on the front and back means that it is full or complete.

It is sealed because the seal shows who the owner is. It is the Father’s seal. He is the owner.

The next revealing of chapter 5 is the Lamb - Jesus Christ. Only because of His redemption can the book be opened. Without His redemption there is no book to open.

Rev 5:5 And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof.

Rev 5:6 And I beheld, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth.

The lamb has 7 horns. A horn represents power. He has spiritually perfect power,

The lamb has Holy Spirit eyes, not the eyes of man. He sees the heart perfectly.

This book is the book of life. In it contains the church through all history, the virgin bride. The 24 elders symbolize this virgin bride. They fall down and worship Jesus, the Lamb, for He was slain and redeemed the virgin bride on the cross. Through His death we become kings and priests reigning with Him. That is why the 24 elders are on seats around the throne with golden crowns.

Rev 5:8 And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints.

Rev 5:9 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;

Rev 5:10 And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.

So the fifth chapter reveals the book of life, the bride, redeemed by the Lamb. There is no bride without the Lamb, period. Inherent in this thought is that God reveals Himself through all creation, but only those who are His take that revelation to heart and are written in the book.

The fifth book of the Bible is the” revelation” of the “redeemed” line of Adam through Seth to Noah.

Many commentators have talked about the hidden message within the names linking to the redemption of Jesus.

Adam=man Seth=appointed Enosh=mortal man Cainan=dwelling place Mahalalel=praise of God Jared=descend Enoch=train up or disciple Methuselah=missionary man Lamech=despair, jumbled kingdom Naoh=rest

Man is appointed mortality in his dwelling place. To the praise of God He desended to disciple man and send him on a mission(indwelled by God) to the despairing lost kingdom to bring them rest.

The hidden message is the explanation of the gospel and is a picture of the book of life-the bride redeemed by the Lamb.

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wholelotofdeku · 4 years ago

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I see Omega Deku still being pretty muscular >:3

(I also suppose this would be him as a Pro Hero)

This is me practicing on drawing some muscles for broccoli boy~

This is a little thing that kinda messes with me: when people make Omega Deku slim with basically no muscle mass. It’s not that I hate those people or their ideas, sometimes they’re very good and *cough* j-juicy *cough* but, it’s most of the time like that so he can’t defend himself. Ever since I started getting more into Omegaverse which is one of my most favorite AU's to put the broccoli boy in, I always saw Midoriya as an Omega, but still decently muscular.

I know it’s contradicting since Omegas are usually and technically supposed to be slim, quiet, and most of the times, weak, but I always believed that Midoriya was originally like that but he trained himself hard to get his body to at least hold One For All and have a chance to go toe-to-toe with an Alpha in raw strength. I see it as he would be the only one to really push his body to Go Beyond his second gender so that he wouldn’t be a deadweight in the hero industry. If he were to be like other Omegas in typical Omegaverses, and be a Pro Hero, he wouldn’t last a minute out there. Not to mention, I just love the thought of people actually believing he’s an Alpha or Beta only to realize that he’s a powerful fucking Omega who would snap someone's neck if they dared to hurt his Alpha, *COUGH* BAKUGO AND TODOROKI *COUGH*

I don’t know. I’ve just always had a fascination with strong Omega Deku ever since, even if he would probably be a submissive bottom to his Alpha and obey them behind closed doors. But all seriousness, I just love strong Omega Deku ÒwÓ

(I also do role plays so if anyone wants to role play with me, feel free to ask! Though, I have a few strict rules: only male characters from the original MHA/BNHA cast as in no OCs, and I’m Omega Deku. Otherwise, I won’t bite! :3)

My Hero Academia (c) Kohei Horikoshi

Art (c) @wholelotofdeku

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ace-dindjarin · 3 years ago

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the best i can do is regret | ch 2: cin vhetin (fresh start, lit. white field)

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Relationships: Hunter & Omega, Crosshair & Female OC, The Bad Batch, minor Hunter/Male OC

Summary: Where Omega wasn’t Hunter’s first daughter. He thinks he made the right choice with her; but he's not so sure about Omega.

Notes: This is the chapter that’s been fighting me. Hopefully it’s readable. CW: descriptions of blood, kinda gory descriptions about body parts, genocide, mentioned insomnia, and minor character death. And Hunter has a breakdown.

Something is wrong.

It’s not the planet, although Concord Dawn is definitively the strangest planet Crosshair’s been on—and the Bad Batch have been to Wild Space. Glass that shouldn’t be there crunches beneath his boots as he pushes forward, rifle ready to fire. In the atmosphere, a behemoth rock wall looms, formed by one end of the asteroid-blasted hole in the planet. It casts a permanent shadow over the region, and still there’s light blinding Crosshair’s sensitive eyes from the war-blasted glass reflecting a distant fire. A planet of hypocrisies, things that shouldn’t be.

And yet, it’s not what’s wrong.

“Up ahead,” he calls. Squinting past the agonizing brightness, he points his rifle in the general direction of the fire and searches for the source. He hears the tinkling of the glass distantly behind him as the rest of the squadron rush to meet him. When he tilts the scope towards the brightest area, white assaults over his eyes, sending a burning current through the veins of his eyeballs.

“Osik.” Crosshair drops his rifle, trying to blink away the flash. There’s still a bright blue blob obscuring his vision. “Hunter, you up for this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be,” he snaps, and pushes Crosshair out of the way.

Hunter’s the one that’s wrong. Ever since they received the Concordian distress call on the Marauder, the sarge’s gotten snappier—to the point that Tech grumbled under his breath that he was worse than Crosshair. It wasn’t just his attitude; he was wrong down to the way he stood. Crosshair saw it all: his slumped shoulders, hands hanging aimlessly by his side, and a permanent crease between his eyebrows.

Most worryingly, he’d skipped one of his sleep cycles. Crosshair’s the oldest; he’s been with his squad throughout their entire lives. He saw how their “desirable” mutations took a toll on his squadmates—Wrecker’s ribs had to be rebuilt with durasteel fibres because they couldn’t support his mass, Tech came out of the tube with a faulty lung that had to be replaced, and Crosshair himself still used an inhaler. Hunter’s curse was insomnia, caused from nights interrupted by the sounds and sensations of everything, everywhere. Crosshair used to accompany him to the Kaminoan’s therapy wing once a week and he still reminds him to take his medication every day.

A relapse, however small, is very bad. But Hunter leaves the cockpit every time Crosshair brings it up.

All he can do is keep an eye on Hunter. Hunter falls to his knees, picking up shards of glass and letting them fall against the ground. Crosshair sticks close to Hunter as he follows the trail, his eyes still bleary from the blinding light. Tech follows, nervously gripping his datapad. He’s been quiet since Hunter decided on becoming Crosshair 2.0. He’d normally be talking their ears off about the properties of the glass. Instead, he’s flitting wide eyes from Hunter to the fire and back. Wrecker gently bumps his vambrace against Crosshair’s pauldron—his way of asking if Crosshair’s alright. He nods, warmed by Wrecker’s constant nature. At least Wrecker is his brash, kind self, no matter what.

When they’re a couple paces from the source, blaster fire shatters the glass before their feet. Wrecker throws the lot of them behind a jetty of rock, and Tech starts laying out some cover fire. Crosshair blinks out the last of the bleariness and raises his rifle to the source of the blaster bolts. Beskar flashing against light, red jai’galaar on black paint.

“Mandos,” he calls back. “Death Watch.”

Hunter swears. “Cross, Wrecker, you two handle them. Tech, you’re with me.”

Tech looks very much like he’d rather die by the hands of a Viszla. Crosshair decides to give him a break.

“Tech’s better with Mandos.” It’s true—Tech once engineered an altered deactivator that somehow targets beskar. “I’ll go in with you.”

Hunter stares at Crosshair. His eyes are cold behind the dark visor.

Crosshair sighs. He doesn’t want to fight right now.

For once, Hunter’s on the same page. “Fine. Stick close.”

Crosshair obeys, slinking away from the rock jetty with the sergeant as Wrecker distracts the Mandalorians. Once Crosshair checks that the skies are clear of further Death Watch, he turns his gaze to the source of the fire.

It’s a village. Ornate, dirt-baked houses burn in shambles. There isn’t a wall without a hole through it. The acrid scent of blaster fire fills the air, enough for Crosshair to want to reach for his inhaler. Fresh red fruits lay scattered across the road, bruised from the harsh treatment. Bodies, strewn across the village, lay limp, covered in ash. Some have died next to more, smaller bodies, and others grip blasters in their cold, swollen grips. Every one of the corpses have eye coverings, whether it be a colourful silk fabric or a sturdy metal band.

Crosshair’s only met one other Miraluka. A Mandalorian Protector who’d rescued the Batch from a Separatist planet when they’d crashed their old transport—the one with Senator Amidala painted on the nose. He remembers his long white hair, blinding grin, and the blue fabric tied over his eyes. He’d gotten along with Hunter; the Mando had made the stoic sergeant laugh as they worked on ship repairs. Crosshair imagines it would be nice if someone made him laugh.

Oh.

Crosshair lays a hand on Hunter’s pauldron. Even through the thick duraplast, he can feel Hunter shaking. “Where is he?”

Hunter lets out a trembling exhale. “I don’t know,” he whispers.

They perform a routine inspection, searching from left to right, then back to left. Hunter’s holding his blaster like a lifeline. Crosshair tries his best to ignore the itch in his throat from all the smoke he’s inhaling. He wonders what the Miraluka remnants had done to earn a wipeout by Death Watch, then decides he’s better off not knowing.

“Crosshair.” The distortion of the comms highlight the tremble in Hunter’s voice. Crosshair turns to see Hunter standing in front of the ruins of a small hut. The building’s so thrashed by ammunition, it’s barely recognizable as one anymore. Death Watch clearly had a vendetta against the resident.

Crosshair surveys the hut from corner to corner. It’s difficult to find anything, since everything’s covered by a thick layer of ash. All that said, there’s no silhouette of a body, nor charred beskar.

But Hunter doesn’t move. “Can—can you hear it?”

Crosshair tightens his grip on his rifle. If Hunter hears something, it means they’re in trouble.

For a long minute, all Crosshair hears is the distant crackling of fire and wind whistling against glass. Then, Hunter makes a hurt noise. “Fuck, Cross, it’s—it’s a karking baby.”

Alarm flashes through Crosshair’s body. “Where? Here?”

Hunter doesn’t respond, but the way he falls to his knees and starts brushing off the ash on the floor is telling enough. Crosshair picks up a synthfiber broom that miraculously survived the firefight to help Hunter’s crusade. At first, it’s futile, just glass and threads of a carpet long gone. As Crosshair gets to the corner of the hut, he sees a tiny crack in the flooring—far too even to be a fault in the ground. He follows that line, sweeping out a rectangular panel.

“Here?” he asks Hunter. The sergeant places his hand on the panel, taking off his helmet to get a more direct feedback.

Hunter’s eyes fly open. “Yes—fuck, we gotta open this.” Pulling out his knife, he works on prying open the panel. Crosshair runs his fingers across the rim of the panel, searching for a grip, a handle, or—

A button. The panel springs up upon pressing it, not jumping fully out of the way but lifting enough for them to get a grip. Crosshair can hear the wailing now, faint under the thick glass but still ear-piercing. They work together to get the panel lifted, a slow process of one-two-three-pull interrupted by the gradually loud screams of the infant underneath. Crosshair wants to clap his hands over his ears. He imagines it will be worse for the sergeant.

With a final heave, they pull the panel up from its slot. They set it down to the side and hurry back to the pit they uncovered. Crosshair hopes Hunter will be ready for what he sees.

The Mandalorian lies at the bottom. White hair stained copper, head slumped over to the floor, helmet scattered to side. For a moment, Crosshair thinks he’s dead—then he sees the minute shifting of his shoulders, indicating breath.

Crosshair looks up to Hunter: eyes shaking, abnormal breath speed. So Crosshair does what he’s done for his brothers ever since they were children—he grips the sergeant’s arm tight and presses their foreheads together. “He’s alive, okay? He’s breathing.”

“He—the baby—” Throat constricting, legs twitching—

Crosshair tightens his grip, fingers certainly digging a bruise into Hunter’s arm now. Out of his own fear upon seeing his sergeant so unravelled, or for Hunter’s sake, he’s not sure. “Hunter. Help me pull him out of there.”

Hunter’s eyes flicker for a moment more. Then, his eyes harden. “Okay.”

They debate a bit on how to get down, ultimately deciding that the foundation can handle two grown men hanging off a grappling hook without shattering. Hunter lands at the bottom clumsily (legs toppling under him, hand shooting out to stabilize himself, eyes widening in panic) and scrambles his way to the Protector’s side. By the time Crosshair’s hit the ground, Hunter’s got the Miraluka’s head resting on his lap.

The Miraluka lifts his face. His eye covering is long gone, exposing the eerily empty heat pits that sit in place of his eyes. He draws a shuddering gasp.

“Shh, don’t push yourself,” Hunter whispers, carding his hand through the blood-caked hair. His eyes are glassy at the corners.

“Hunter,” the Mando breathes, Core accent highlighted in the rasp of his breath. He coughs, splattering blood on Hunter’s chestplate. “Ni…enteyo ven jorhaa’ir…”

I must speak with you. Crosshair drops to his knees, placing a hand on Hunter’s shivering back. He’s tempted to reach out and comfort the Miraluka as well, but he feels like he’ll burst their moment if he interferes.

“You can tell me when we get you out of here,” Hunter says, and it sounds like law out of his mouth. He looks at Crosshair, and it’s years of working together that lets Crosshair know what he wants. He reaches for the Miraluka, wrapping his arm around the Mandalorian’s torso. Hunter supports the Protector’s other side.

“No, no, nayc—” The Miraluka tries to struggle against their grip, but he’s so weak Crosshair can barely feel his squirming. He’s covered in wounds; Crosshair counts at least three capital injuries along what he can see of his torso. “Hunter, gedet’ye, ni kar’tayl—”

The sunlight decides to enter the pit then, shining a light onto the stained dirt under the Mandalorian’s body. Where a child wails.

Crosshair’s seen a lot of babies, but it’s the first he’s seen one that doesn’t share his face. He’s entranced by them—by the way the child’s nose sits wide on their chubby face, by the way white, fuzzy hair sticks haphazardly out from their round head, by the way the silk eye covering sits against soft skin.

For a moment, everything fades in the face of this child. Crosshair feels a smile tugging at the corner of his lips—almost.

Then he notices the way the child’s cheeks round, their familiar brown skin, their pouty lips. Crosshair’s seen the same in thousands, millions of babies. It’s…impossible. Clones are sterile. The Kaminoans never documented fertility as one of Clone Force 99’s mutations.

But when Crosshair turns to look at Hunter, his face is turgid with the same fear blinding Crosshair—the fire, once again.

The Miraluka suddenly groans, slipping out of Hunter and Crosshair’s grip and tumbling to the floor. Before Crosshair can reach for him again, the Mandalorian curls into himself, gasping and coughing. All the grace, ease, confidence of the man who saved their lives long ago is gone. The Protector’s arm stutters as he reaches for the sergeant.

Hunter takes it, clasps it with both hands. Presses a kiss against the bruised knuckles. “Onnik…”

“Ni kar’tayl, Hunter,” the Mandalorian says, so hoarse Crosshair can barely hear him, “gar kaysh buir.”

Buir. Crosshair feels dizzy.

Hunter shakes his head. Eyes wide. Hammering pulse. “I can’t—”

“Hunter.” All of a sudden, the power is back in the Mandalorian’s voice. “Swear it.”

This is crazy. Hunter is in no position to do what the Protector demands.Crosshair looks to Hunter. He looks as lost as Crosshair feels.

And yet, he says the words. “Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it.”

The Miraluka’s grip relaxes. A smile spreads across his face. “Vor entye, cyare.”

Crosshair sits back on his legs, tips his head to the sky and rubs his hands over his face. His heart’s hammering in his throat. He replays the words that have been spoken in front of him.

I know you as this child’s father.

I swear it, on truth, honour, and vision.

Thank you, beloved.

Fuck, he’s so dizzy he can barely think. He pushes through, though, despite the way his head throbs and his eyes burn, because he hates the haze, how the reflected glass blurs the truth.

He focuses on Clone Force 99, forces himself to breathe. Would they be on the run, from the Republic that was their home since their birth? Would it be worth it, however blindingly bright the small chubby-cheeked baby was?

Somehow, despite everything, Crosshair hopes it will.

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