#platonic savage

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

This is amazing! I'm already excited to read this! 💖✨️Finally a fic where the female is quite a powerful one. I love the dynamic between her and savage ! He is so adorable worrying. And the rancor move was genius. Probably I would done the same 😅🤭

The New Apprentice Part 1

Maul x Sith!Reader 

A/N: Au where Mother Talzin gives Maul his legs back instead of cybernetics cause why not she’s a God damn necromancer witch queen. Takes place after Savage and Maul are united but Maul trains Savage for a while instead of going all out right away like Canon dictates in the show.

Summary: Maul senses the presence of a force user who is strong with the dark side. Desperate for any alliance he can gain to destroy both the Sith and the Jedi he sets out to gain a second apprentice with his brother at his side.

Word Count: 3868

WARNINGS: depictions of slavery, abuse, reader is bound, violence. I’m gonna wreck canon in this series.

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      A crimson Zabrak male stood before an expansive viewport on the separatist space station he and his brother had infiltrated and overpowered. Savage, the much larger of the two brothers, grunted happily at the abundance of wealth he had found locked in a safe. Maul’s stoic form didn’t waver at this realization. Instead, he closed his eyes, something gnawed at him.

“Brother, what is it?”

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[confoodles]

Every single interaction Charles and Oliver had this episode was so unrequited romance coded and I will not be taking criticism !!

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A Brand New Journey:

Part Six

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

(Got requested to make a Shadowpeach bot, thought I’d drop it here. And speaking of bot requests, drop yours here!)

“C’mon, kiddo. It’s a simple question. I’m not gonna get mad, I promise.”

You take a moment to think. There’s… a lot to say, isn’t there? Having known the monkey for just over a year now, there’s not much of yourself that’s been unshared. How many times did you bare your heart to this man?

…and would one more really hurt?

Swallowing the last bit of a white chocolate and caramel mooncake, you set down the stained napkin it was held in and throw the pastry back with a sip of tea. Deep breaths, now.

You’ve been meaning to say it for a while now, anyways.

“…you’re the closest thing to a father I’ve ever had.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen a man’s heart crack before.

But there’s an eventual moment there, after the initial jerk of his body, after the instinctive clench of his hand, after the flinch spurred by the mooncake’s insides spilling onto his lap… that Macaque softens.

“…I am?” Is the first question, and his voice is soft, feathery and wavering. This isn’t what he expected. This isn’t what he prepared for.

What you’ve said slides far past the realm of all his schemes and carefully curated words, all his fastidious planning.

How could he have expected this?

You were supposed to respect him! Fear him!

But what you feel for him is- is a word he hasn’t said for a very long time. It’s a word he hasn’t even thought of.

Hotter than hatred. Deeper than despair.

Love.

The word leaves his chest empty, his breath spent. God, it hurts.

When was the last time he was loved? When, without hesitation he was adored? When he was Wanted?

“…kid. C’mere.”

Macaque doesn’t wait for a response- he slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you flush, the thrum of his heart speeding up at the closeness.

You’re one of the only good things he has. He’s lost or destroyed or driven away the rest, all that was or could have been. Macaque doesn’t like to think of his sins- it’s easier to play the victim card.

If he thinks of Sun Wukong as the bad guy, it’s easier to live with what he’s done. To live with manipulating and betraying and stealing and trying to kill. If he throws all the blame onto the Monkey King, then Macaque can pretend to be a good person.

Paint himself white. Paint Wukong black. Ignore the unevenly gray reality.

And he can live with hurting innocent people and destroying their homes and stealing their powers and trying to take their lives.

(But something deep down knows and burns with the knowledge that he’s more monster than man, that he lost all right to be loved with the worst of his unrepentant actions.)

(It aches a little more that uncaring and unregretted deception is what led you to him.)

(He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve anyone. And he knows that it’s wrong to utilize shrouds and veils to keep you in the dark, that it’s wrong to manipulate you, that it’s wrong to groom you into being his shadowy successor, into inheriting his selfish hatred.)

(But when has a villain ever cared about being wrong?)

Macaque rather quickly shoves you away , jumping to his feet with a fanged and glittering grin.

“Stay here, kid. I’m gonna grab you something I’ve been putting together, okay?”

With a curt nod you settle into place, taking the opportunity to stretch and yawn. You had been getting tired, and take this opportunity to reach for the lotus paste mooncake you had been nibbling on- only to find it gone.

Funny. You don’t remember finishing it.

And… there’s a blanket around your shoulders. Did Macaque put it there? You certainly don’t remember something like that happening.

Maybe things had just gotten so cozy that you drifted off for a minute or two, and he had left to fetch you the black and purple quilt.

That was probably it, yeah.

You shrug the weighty comforter from your shoulders, hoping to shake the supposed sleep from your eyes. In hopes of waking up a little further, you stride to the potted plants that had become a fixture in Macaque’s house.

Beneath the brilliantly blooming tansies and dahlias, red roses have begun to sprout and bud, colorful petals peeking from underneath their green sheathes.

Stuffing in a few spikes of fertilizer, you sprinkle the soil with a light dousing of water.

The thing that breaks you from the quaint task is the telltale chime of your phone, an old song playing loudly. But it doesn’t play very long- it seems your calls don’t hold for very long anymore.

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Rumble and Savage don’t know much about the world yet. There’s a lot to catch up on, in this new world of neon and metal.

Little glittering rectangles that beam light through black screens and send sound miles away in an instant.

“Phones,” Macaque had called them, dangling yours by the bejeweled strap. Both items had been a gift from Mei, a girl you were well on track to becoming friends with. “Hit this button if it starts making noise. I don’t want anything taking the kid’s attention away.”

Seeing no reason to argue with their creator, both had wholeheartedly agreed to keep vigil over your electric-filled “phone” and hit the de-activating lever when it sounded.

Like this moment right now.

Together, they scrabble to unlock the phone, clawed fingers moving just out of sync as the two simians work to punch in your passcode.

Once it’s open, Savage rips the phone from his younger brother’s hands, boosting himself into your bed to put some distance between him and his junior shadow.

As Rumble tries to climb the bed himself in opposition to his brother’s lashing tail, Savage takes note of a little red dot in the bottom right corner of your screen.

An incoming call. From MK.

The elder of the two goes still for a moment, then snaps his claw against the power button harshly enough to leave a scratch through the metal nub. Angered by the mere sight of an enemy’s name, Savage slings the phone down and snags his little brother by the hair, dragging him into the shadows as Rumble squeals and struggles.

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Right when you go to figure out what happened with your phone in the guest room, Mavaque rounds the corner with a bundle of neatly folded cloth.

“Running off already?” The simian lightheartedly asks, using his tail to snag your wrist. He doesn’t hesitate to drag you closer, pushing the outfit into your arms.

“Go get changed,” is the command he gives, before you can start asking questions. “Bathroom is that way, remember? Hurry it up!”

A push to the north, and you’re stumbling into the tiled room before realizing what’s happening. It seems sometimes as though your hands move of their own will and volition when Macaque gives you a command.

The garb is easy to put on, a black and yellow ru. Though you fumble the sash, the bandana comes easily around your throat. Black boots with gold brim. Red pants.

You look like a little “Mini Macaque”, or a very seasoned cosplayer.

“C’mon, kid! Hurry it up and come here!”

You stumble from the bathroom and into the living room once more, unsteady with the new gear. Macaque snags you close again and rights the sash, then flops back down onto his cushion.

He never been this excited before.

Something’s up.

“I want to tell you a little tale- come and sit with me, kiddo.”

Macaque pats the cushion nearest to his own, looking almost soft again. He’s already got the blanket in his hands, ready to unfold and drape it around your shoulders.

[xiao-zhen]

Words Better Left Unread, or Is It? - Part II ☆

Part I Part III Part IV

Part III will be out soon! (I only realized now I'm pretty sure I've been writing Rumble's name wrong and as Ramble, so no one complains. . . .I know, but I won't be spending time to fix it. I'm a full-time college student! 😭)

Meanwhile, Wukong sat on the couch, lazily watching Monkey Cop on the TV and munching on some peach chips as he often did. He was in a comfortable state, carefree and relaxed, when suddenly a shadow appeared on the wall in front of him. Wukong looked up at the shadow, curious and slightly confused. It was a familiar shape, a shadow clone of Savage, to be precise.

Wukong's eyes widened as he recognized Savage's shadow. Memories of the past came flooding back, and he sat up, suddenly alert. He hadn't seen her in years, not since the long-ago battle. Seeing her shadow now brought a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His interest peaked as he could see that she was holding something in her hand.

Savage emerged from the shadows, appearing in front of Wukong with a dramatic flair. She held the letter in her hands and smirked, her eyes filled with mischief.

"Delivery for the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!”

Wukong froze, his eyes widening as he realized what Savage was holding. A letter from Macaque. He couldn't believe it. Macaque had never sent him a letter before, not in all the years since their separation.

Wukong sat up on the couch, his curiosity growing as he took in the sight of the letter in Savage's hands.

"He... he sent a letter? To me?”

Wukong couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and anticipation. He had never expected Macaque to reach out to him like this, not after everything that had happened between them. He extended his hand, motioning for Savage to give him the letter. Savage smirked, clearly enjoying the suspense. She held the letter just out of Wukong's reach, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.”

”Not so fast, Monkey King. There’s something you must know about this letter first.” Savage chuckled, leaning against the wall nonchalantly. She twirled the letter between her fingers, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, the letter you're about to read... it's not exactly from Macaque directly. You see, it was never meant to be sent.” Wukong's brows furrowed. His confusion grew. So, the letter wasn't actually sent by Macaque but was never meant to be sent? He was even more perplexed now.

"....Not directly from Macaque, but never meant to be sent? What do you mean by that?” Savage chuckled again, clearly enjoying the fact that she had all the answers. She continued tapping the letter against her fingers, her smirk growing.

"The letter was written by Macaque, yes, but he never intended to send it. It's more like a personal diary entry—something he wrote to express his thoughts and feelings, no one was ever supposed to read.” Understanding dawned on Wukong's face, as the pieces began to fit together. The letter was an intimate glimpse into Macaque's thoughts and feelings, something he had never intended to share with anyone, especially not Wukong.

"I see…a personal diary entry," he muttered, still slightly in shock. "But how did you come into possession of it?”

Savage shrugged nonchalantly, a sly smile on her face. “Well, you know how it is. Shadows have a tendency to wander where they're not supposed to be, gathering information they're not supposed to have. We just happened to stumble upon the letter when Macaque wasn’t looking.”

Wukong shook his head, a mix of disbelief and surprise on his face. It seemed that Savage and Ramble had indeed discovered the letter by chance, a turn of events he hadn't expected. "So, you managed to intercept a letter never meant to be sent? And now you've brought it to me, why?”

Savage rolled her eyes, as if Wukong's question was obvious.

"Why, for entertainment, of course. We knew it would be interesting seeing what's penned in the letter. And, let's be honest, it's not every day we get a chance to stir up some drama between two legendary monkeys, is it?” Wukong's wariness only seemed to increase as Savage spoke. He knew Savage was never to be trusted. So he was still hesitant.

"And what's to stop me from assuming this is some kind of ploy? A letter never to be sent, suddenly brought to me by two mischievous shadows.”

Savage chuckled, finding Wukong's skepticism amusing. "Oh, Monkey King, always so paranoid. What's in the letter is all genuine. We might be mischievous, but we wouldn't go to the trouble of writing a fake letter. Besides, where's the fun in that?”

Wukong's curiosity was now overshadowed by his unease. The fact that Macaque never intended to send the letter stirred up mixed feelings within him. What could it contain that Macaque had no plans to send to him? He looked at the letter in Savage's hands, hesitating.

"So... what's inside the letter, then? What did he write?” Savage smirked, her mischievous nature showing through once more.

"Oh, all sorts of things. Thoughts, feelings, reflections, you name it. This letter is a raw look into the mind and heart of your dear old friend Macaque. Are you sure you want to read it?”

Wukong paused, his gaze flickered between the letter and Savage. He knew it would be crossing a boundary by reading Macaque's personal thoughts, but the curiosity and guilt he felt were too strong to ignore.

"....Yes," he said quietly. "I want to read it.” Savage's smirk widened as Wukong agreed to read the letter, clearly pleased with his response.

"Very well, Monkey King, let's see what secrets your old friend has in store for you." She extended her hand, offering the letter to him. Wukong took a deep breath, his heart racing. Carefully, he took the letter from Savage, the paper slightly crinkling in his hands. He looked down at the letter, his eyes scanning the words written in Macaque's familiar handwriting.

Wukong gently unfolded the letter, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He began to read, his eyes running across the lines of Macaque's words. The text filled his mind, images and emotions flashing through his thoughts. With each word, Wukong felt a pang of regret and guilt. It was as if Macaque's voice was speaking directly to him, words that he had probably never intended for him to read. The letter was raw, unfiltered, a direct insight into the pain and emotional turmoil that Macaque had experienced.

Wukong's eyes widened as he read the words.

"Pulled from the grave... Forced into a contract I never agreed to..."

The realization hit him hard. Macaque had been unwillingly resurrected and forced into a situation he never chose. It was a revelation that sent a wave of guilt and shock through him. His thoughts raced as he continued to read, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Wukong’s heart sank as he read further. The lines about Macaque's hesitation around the kid, the doubts about being who he once was... It felt like a dagger to the heart.

“The kid, Mk, believes I am still the warrior I used to be. I wish I could be that person again, but those days are behind me now.”

Wukong's heart clenched at the words. The realization that Mk believed Macaque was still the same warrior he used to be, and the pain in Macaque's voice when he expressed the wish to be that person again...it was like a punch to the gut. He could almost hear Macaque's words, the sadness and regret in them. It was a stark reminder of the divide between who Macaque once was and who he had become.

Wukong remembered the old Macaque. The one he had known before everything had fallen apart. The words stung with the weight of regret and pain. He couldn’t believe Macaque was still holding onto all this. Wukong's expression was a mixture of guilt and sadness. The words on the page seemed to paint a picture of Macaque's struggle, his attempts to be the person he once was. It was crushing to read, knowing that Macaque had been fighting a battle of identity all this time. He continued reading, his eyes scanning the page as the next lines hit him even harder.

Wukong's shoulders slumped as he read Macaque's words. The raw honesty and vulnerability in his writing made his heart ache.*

"The way we used to be... the friends, the sworn brothers..."

Wukong's mind was flooded with memories of the past, of the bond they had once shared as hero and warrior. It filled him with a deep sense of remorse, knowing how he had destroyed it all. The letter continued, Macaque's words cutting deeper into Wukong's soul with every line. The mention of the past, of their friendship, and the pain it caused... It was all too much for him to bear. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and guilt as he read on, the weight of his actions during Macaque's original death and resurrection weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Wukong's eyes widened further as he read the next lines. Macaque's fears, the echoes of Peng's words in his mind... It all painted a picture of a monkey in torment, grappling with his emotions and insecurities.

The word 'pathetic' cut deep into Wukong's heart. Macaque's self-deprecation was too painful for him to read.

“First, I got stuck in debt I didn't expect, feeling the pain of being pulled back from the brink, only to realize I was blinded in one eye—something I could never regain. This betrayal came from you, my best friend, someone I trusted. What would I even do if you ever apologized? Why do I still care?” Wukong's stomach twisted as he read Macaque's pained account. The mention of the debt, the lost eye, the sense of betrayal... Each sentence was a dagger to his heart.

As he read Macaque's words about caring, a deep sense of guilt washed over him. Macaque's feelings for him still seemed to linger, even amidst all the pain. Wukong's hand clenched around the paper as he continued reading, the weight of his friend's torment heavy on his heart.

Each word on the page hit Wukong harder than the last. The pain of Macaque's blindness, the direct result of his attack…His heart ached as he continued to read, the image of Macaque's injured eye vividly etched in his mind. The guilt grew heavier as he absorbed the reality of what he had done, the extent of the pain he had inflicted on his once-best friend.

“You never apologized, but then again, neither did I.”

Wukong remembered that line well. The unspoken truth in it. Neither of them had taken the first step to acknowledge their pain and make amends. Wukong felt a pang of regret as he read it again. The longer he read, the more he realized the depth of their unresolved tension and pain. Wukong looked up, noticing that Savage was no longer there. She had likely slipped away, leaving him alone with the letter and his thoughts. He sat there for a moment, the silence of the room filling the air. He looked down at the letter in his hands, its contents still fresh in his mind. The weight of Macaque's words, his pain and longing... It was overwhelming.

Wukong's heart ached as he read the last line. The fact that Macaque was questioning his own feelings... it was clear that he had mixed emotions towards him, that he was struggling with the hurt and the bond they once shared.

"Why am I questioning whether I truly hate you…”

Wukong's mind raced as he read those words, filled with a sense of sadness and regret. Macaque's conflict and confusion were palpable.

Wukong sat there, the letter in his hands, contemplating his next move. The words he had just read played over and over in his mind, each one filled with pain, regret, and confusion. He knew he couldn't just ignore what he had just read. The knowledge of Macaque's true feelings, the turmoil and the question of whether he hated him or not... It all weighed heavily on his heart. He took a deep breath, trying to process all the emotions coursing through him. The silence of the room was deafening, his thoughts swirling in his mind. He knew what he had to do. He had to confront Macaque, to address the pain and the unsaid feelings between them.

Wukong's expression furrowed as he thought about MK's request. He knew his successor wanted Macaque's help controlling his kaiju form, and he also know that Macaque, despite everything, had agreed. The realization was strange. Macaque, despite the anger and hurt between them, had still agreed to mentor MK during his training.

Wukong pondered Macaque's decision to show up for MK's training. The question of what would happen if Macaque knew that he had read the letter was weighing heavily on his mind.

Would Macaque come? Or would he avoid him? The uncertainty left Wukong feeling unsettled, his thoughts filled with mixed emotions and tension as the day of the training approached.

As the night ticked by, Wukong tossed and turned, unable to find sleep. His mind was racing with thoughts of Macaque, of the letter, and the upcoming training session. The hours seemed to drag on, each one filled with uncertainty and unease.

Macaque was also struggling to find sleep that night. The knowledge of the letter, the thoughts of Wukong and the upcoming training session all weighed heavily on his mind. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

As the night faded into a new day, Macaque lay in bed, still wrestling with the decision of whether to go to MK's training session or not. The knowledge that Wukong would be there added an extra layer of complication to the situation. He knew it would be awkward, maybe even tense. He sighed, his mind still undecided as the day began.

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

Tfw you realize you’ve been coparenting with your rival/ex bff

[flowering-darkness]

Okay now I’m thinking about Mario Party with the Ashen Wolves, because of Clara posting about it with her and the other Blue Lions

Yuri is meticulous about maximising his chances of winning - he’ll try to keep his usual smooth commentary going to disguise that he’s doing something unusual to guarantee himself bonus stars, so that no-one intercepts him (Catarina is good at spotting this, though). This can often lead to him stealing the win right at the end of the game. I’m not really sure why, but I feel like he would play as Luigi.

Balthus is the most likely to do something that screws him over if it’ll also hit someone else, like landing on an event space that causes everyone in a stretch of the board (himself included) to get moved or lose coins. He isn’t quite as strategic, but can often make the best of an unlucky situation.. which is useful considering how often he finds himself in them. I can see him playing as someone like Wario or DK.

Constance is DETERMINED to win by as far of a margin as she can, buying whatever items and even throwing group minigames if it will let her bring down first place - though this does sometimes lead to her own downfall if she lacks the ability to defend herself from others’ trouble. She absolutely plays Peach.

Hapi just lets the others fight amongst themselves and mostly does her own thing, which can sometimes lead to her coasting ahead and into victory if they all sabotage each other too much. I can see her playing as someone like Toad or Yoshi.

Catarina is the one who knows the boards best, so she can take fullest advantage of the events and layout (and is prone to going quiet when she’s planning something so no-one notices her do it). She keeps an eye on what everyone else is doing so that she can adapt her tactic accordingly, rather than going in with a set plan from the start. As she’s my self-insert, and I think I usually play as either Yoshi or Daisy in Mario Party, she would do the same.

..It all sounds like a horribly toxic gameplay experience when I word it this way, which was very much not my intention >w< we do all have fun, it’s just that all of us often have quite the potential to be devious in gameplay strategies. At the end of the day, though, it all comes down to the luck of the dice!

Hopefully this makes sense ^-^

[dc-tournaments]

Why do they deserve to win?

Beast Boy & Cyborg

Scandal Savage & Bane

[homobuckybarnes]

I just finished reading the monsters of Verity series like 10 mins ago and immediately came to tumblr (how else would I deal with that ending??) and I keep seeing people say they don’t like the August/ Kate kiss because it felt like it was forcing a romantic relationship and I didn’t even think of the fact it could be seen as a romantic thing.

That was two sad, angry, hurt and scared people wanting to not feel any of that for 10 mins by just making out. Platonically. And that makes so much sense in my head. I don’t know how to explain it but it just makes so much sense that they are just friends that do that

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.2.24 “Will I Remember This Time“

There were not enough moments Captured in sand-grain, steel-handed Red-light-digital-clocked moments To which I told you (all) I loved you Those moments, seconds, minutes, hours, days Passed At last, these days I never told you (all) I loved you Will I recall If you Recall To say to you (all) I love you Although you’re far and plenty few I try to say, to show, I love you

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[floretskybright]

Feral Macaque AU

I had another idea for a lmk au

When they were young Macaque was good hearted while Wukong was kinda the bad one

Wukong was only nice to the monkeys and who he considered his friends and didn't have problems with being cruel or murderous to those who weren't and that pissed him off (which was easy to do)

Macaque was the most soft hearted of the two , he might not put his trust blindly to strangers like a naive fool but he isn't heartless or uncaring to people in need that deserved help

And that's the exact reason Macaque was a target for bullying , mockery and insults by the other demons

Even with Wukong's protection it only gave the others another reason to consider him weak

Wukong was Macaque's only friend and that's why Mac was so scared of losing him but eventually they fought while Wukong was trapped under the mountain sealed by Buddha and Macaque was very emotionally hurt

When Wukong joined the journery to the west Macaque got worried and thought about saving him despite still being somewhat hurt and mad at Wukong but it lead to his death instead

Macaque was furious , Wukong was the bad one , the one killing and doing whatever he wanted but got a chance to be better while he died mistaken to be a bloodthirsty monster out for the monk's blood

Macaque decided , if they thought of him as monster then he will gave them a monster

Then Lbd came and resurrected him but didn't know much of the "monster" she was dealing with

Macaque has gone feral and Lbd had to take precautions to use him

She caged him and leashed him but he would still not obey her , trying to escape and causing a rampage destroying and killing her servants with bare hands

She then used the monkey's insticts to gave him a reason to somewhat stay put for a while so she gave him Rumble and Savage to protect and care for and as a reason to obey her orders if he doesn't want them to get hurt

Eventually Mk strumbled across them and freed them and would later struggle to help and befriend three feral monkeys and try to avoid them going out for a rampage

Wukong gets involved to keep them on flower fruit mountain so they don't kill anyone and he has to try to reason with Macaque for him to return civil and maybe reconcile (by MK's request)

Shadowpeach can be platonic , romantic or simply friendship

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Standing Sentinel

Blinding white and brilliant gold cut through the droids, putting an end to the Separatist operations on the planet. Two Zabraks raced up the outpost’s central control tower, setting charges and blowing through the opposition they faced.

The server coordinator, a very-much organic Rodian, shrieked when he saw the pair. Instead of killing him, Savage roared in his face and sent him scrambling.

"You've clearly gone soft, brother."

Savage shook his head. The The pair Force-jumped back to their ship and manned the guns.

“You took your time!” Feral dropped his visor and fired up the engines.

“Hmph. Your trial combat results clearly evidence your superiority. Now, I request your best attempt at Plo Koon’s record.”

"Yes, Commander Maul, sir!"

That statement was met with a groan. Taking off, the trio cleared the atmosphere with ships hot on their heels. A TIE-fighter glided in alongside them and gave cover fire.

“Someone rang?” Anakin’s voice came over the com-channel.

“Not in this star system!” Feral replied, smiling.

“You seem chipper, Skywalker.” Savage pivoted his battlestation hard left and disposed of two cruisers. A gunship entered the fray. Feral’s eyes narrowed, fixated on the viewport. He executed a barrel roll and swooped to avoid the fire.

“Nice! I’ll take it from here.”

Maul noticed how he loosened and beamed at the praise. Anakin’s ship effected an all-angles orbit, forming a defensive perimeter and taking enemy after enemy out of commission. They cleared the formation and made the jump into hyperspace.

At last, Chandrila and the outline of the Jedi outpost came into view. Obi-wan met them upon landing. He bade Maul speak with him privately, and his brothers peeled off to remain outside. Excited shouts filed the air as the younglings who had been outside spied them.

"Master Kenobi."

The man shook his head. Maul would not be himself without some degree of sarcasm. However, Obi-wan detected none of the true bite that would have lurked under it all those cycles ago. "Your margins of error grow slim."

"Simply the price of ascension in any order- much more so this one."

"We can send in support troops at any time. Do not hesitate to ask for what is yours by right."

"My gratitude, Kenobi. But you know the stores are better spent in recovery eff-"

"I was informed of the Garel incident."

Maul was silent. He'd spent almost a week in a bacta tank for the infections sustained. Perhaps an echo of his past life, but he'd never even considered contacting the Temple for backup or a medical supply drop. More than that, he half-expected they wouldn't. It would be an effective method of disposing of a liability. If there was one thing he could respect, it was efficiency. That made their seeming mercy all the more unsettling. Kindnesses extended themselves despite the fearful looks in some of their eyes. Despite the pain in Kenobi's even as he reached a hand to his former enemy. Those reserves of self-control were something of marvel to the Zabrak...

"How, Kenobi?"

The man’s brow arched. "The Council communication channels do have some useful information, if you'd lower yourself so much as to listen in."

Maul shook his head, the ghost of a smirk on his face. He'd let the misinterpretation stand. "I'd consider if they release an advisory on the trimming of unseemly facial hair."

"It has clearly been too long since our last duel!"

On exiting, he could see Feral and Anakin chasing the squealing children, gently Force-throwing them back and forth. Savage, expression devoid of strain, was letting some swing from his arms and sit on his shoulders. The scars of all three peeked through their robes as they flowed with the breeze. May the elders bear those marks, so the young ones did not have to.

Lying on the grass, he cast his eyes to the skyline and let himself slip- not quite meditating, but not quite conscious either. The Force bubbled with energetic pops from the little lives about. There was easy warmth from Savage that slowly bloomed in the fields of the metaphysical. He felt the relieved playfulness of Feral bounding from the remains of a fearful shell. He sensed the tumultuous roar of Anakin's fervour and Kenobi's darting, sagely mischief. And beyond them, his body sensed the dance of dozens, hundreds of the living. His weary spirit soared, reminded of for who-!

Feral flopped onto his stomach, followed by a giggling, squirming pile that knocked the air out of his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Savage smirk while taking a seat. Maul tried his best to scowl at the interruption.

The setting sun brought calm and appreciation for what he had now. The winds brought refreshment instead of the stench of corpses. No longer would he drift off plagued with a bloody fantasy he was not sure he'd realize.

Anakin and Obi-wan exchanged looks. He'd finally begun to see that which the Dark Side could never have given. True purpose and contentment had at last reached the brothers three. For they were now Maul, Feral and Savage Opress- Jedi Sentinels in the service of the Order and the galaxy.

[hag-lad]

Gojira’s specialities:

Disturbingly tight riffs

Bludgeoning, violent drum sounds

Heart-shatteringly beautiful extended outros tacked onto the end of mercilessly brutal metal songs that whiplash you so hard you experience the entire complete range of human emotions during the run time of a single track

Lyrics about climate grief

[itsabouttimex2]

A Brand New Journey:

Part Four

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

Your mentor’s dojo is pretty far out, but you’ve gotten used to the trek. This part of Megapolis is… gloomy, to say the least. It seems like a dark cloud falls over every building here, leaving the atmosphere sluggish and tense.

Your mentor’s dwellings especially fall into the pitch hands of darkness, tucked uncozily between crowded buildings.

With no greenery and little color, this part of the city has always left you with a slight sense of unease. Once, you had attempted to amend this in some small way, potting up freesia and yellow roses to try and add a splash of brightness around the house.

Only a few days after the flowers had bloomed, someone had come by in the night and sliced them to pieces, leaving the shredded stems and petals scattered across the concrete.

Taking pity on your efforts, your mentor had dragged those pots inside and planted something more to his liking- tansies and black dahlias.

“At least they left the pots alone,” you had said, sighing at the pointless destruction of something utterly harmless. You’d been misting the new flowers, ensuring they’d grow healthy and vibrant even when deprived of direct sunlight and fresh air.

“How do you stand living in this part of town when people pull things like this?”

“Heh. No one’s ever bothered me before, kiddo. Could just be that you look like an easy target for some of the freaks in this part of town.”

“Actually… you know what? I think we’ve gotta get something that leave you looking a little fiercer. Cause, uh… no offense, kiddo… but you look like a baby.”

“I do not,” you had quickly insisted, putting the spray bottle down to fold your arms and frown at him.

“You keep telling yourself that, kiddo. And hey, maybe one day it’ll be true, but, as it stands… you’re adorable and no one is scared of you.”

His hand comes to rest over your hair, ruffling the strands out of place.

“Look, we’ll have to fix you up something that’s more intimidating than endearing. Next time you come over, alright?”

“…next time sounds good.”

———————————————————————-

Even though the weather is still decently warm, coming all this way out leaves you fighting chills as you traverse the shadowed streets. Something about this place feels wrong.

Maybe that was; in part, what had driven you to wearing concealer. Not only to prevent the concern of kind souls like MK and Mister Pigsy, but to prevent yourself from looking weak in front of dangerous enemies or opportunistic freaks that lurked in dirty alleyways.

Picking up the pace just enough that you don’t seem to be running (another sign of weakness), you hurry to the house- you’ve always referred to it as a ‘dojo’, but the man training you has always liked calling it a ‘lair’. Given the location, it doesn’t seem like too much of a misnomer.

He’s always had a knack for the dramatic, acting at times almost like a theater major.

Another chill, like you’re being watched or followed.

Now, you start to run. Maybe it’s childish, maybe it’s outright stupid. But you’re actually scared.

Moving just fast enough that you won’t jostle the mooncake boxes, you throw one hand upon his door, hoping that he’s home.

From a nearby alleyway, two faces of pitch black, golden eyes with leering expressions. Arms and hands and ears painted red.

Oh, god.

With a shared laugh, they move forward. Their eyes do not leave yours.

Oh, god.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You smash your fist against the sturdy barrier, uncaring if your frantic banging draws more attention. You need to be inside and away from this awful, awful neighborhood and whatever the hell is approaching.

“C’mon, c’mon! Open the door! Please!”

At the sound of even a slight pleading in your tone, the wood in front of you flies open, a powerful black-furred arm reaching to snag you.

Macaque drags you inside without hesitation, slamming and bolting the door shut.

“Kiddo, what the hell?”

You throw yourself into his arms, breaking into tears. The Mystic Monkey takes a moment to regard you, just barely able to bite back a knowing smile.

“See something scary, huh?”

He breaks up your sobs and hiccups with a few firm back thumps, using his free hand to take the pastry bags from your arms and set them aside. The simian loops both of his arms around you, hugging you tight to his chest.

“Easy, easy. C’mon, kiddo, deep breaths.”

But you can’t seem to stop the frightened crying, no matter what you do or what he says. Instead, you cling to Macaque and quake, staining his ru with tears of fear.

“I can’t, I can’t! I’m s-sorry, but I can’t! Macaque, I can’t! My- I- I can’t! In the… in the alleyway, there’s, there was- augh!”

All your frantic cries are cut with a particularly sturdy thump to your back, leaving you to sharply gasp for the breath that’s been knocked out.

At least you’ve stopped crying.

“Better, kiddo?” As he asks, your mentor sits you on the couch and wraps his tattered red scarf around your shoulders. In a better mindset, you might’ve seen it and thought of the scrap he gave you a few months back. You might’ve thought of your book.

But right now, there’s more important things to think about. Like what you want to do next.

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

🌟 idr if ive ever asked this .. but catarina with the ashen wolves !!

Ooh! I am not sure whether you have, but I do think I might have been asked this question a long time ago, so it's possible! And, regardless of whether that was also you or not, thank you very much for asking it here, friend!~

(source: this post by cloudy-memes)

Send a 🌟 + name and I’ll talk about my self-insert’s bond to that character! - I'll do this in relative order of closeness, if that's alright~

So, first of all, we have Hapi, who.. Catarina does definitely have a very close bond with, by virtue of Hapi being one of my romantic F/Os. The two share a lot of opinions on things, though I would say that Catarina is not quite as apathetic as Hapi tends to be - even so, the two enjoy each other's company greatly, as both of them feel that they can just be themselves and not have to worry about things when the other is around. I think it would take some time for Hapi to trust her with knowledge of her sigh, but when she does, the fact that Catarina responds with wanting to find ways to adapt to it (e.g. taming the monsters), instead of just ways of mitigating it (e.g. killing the monsters), stands out a lot to Hapi and is a strong catalyst for the pair really becoming closer.

Next, I think I would say Catarina gets on best with Yuri, because the two have a number of comparable personality traits - in fact, even their Crests have the same effect in-game, in that they prevent enemies from counterattacking. I'm also thinking of tying part of her backstory to his, in that both of them ended up in Abyss for the same reason/as part of the same incident (since Yuri was also in the Blue Lions house, which is where Catarina would also have been placed initially - and his retailation at what his group were asked to do would most likely have been something she supported him on). So, all these similarities are what lead the two to have a strong bond of friendship.

Following this is Balthus, who is not generally the sort of person Catarina enjoys the company of very much, given his more rowdy personality. However, they actually have a closer bond than might be expected, because Balthus first attended the Officers' Academy in the same year as her older half-brother, Tobias. The two of them (plus Holst) had a fierce friendship, even despite Holst and Balthus being Golden Deer whereas Tobias was a Blue Lion, so Balthus knows a bit more about Catarina's younger self than the others as a result - and sometimes struggles to see her as any older than she was when he went to school with her brother, which leads him to both be caring towards her and also sometimes be unintentionally belittling.

Finally, we have Constance! I wouldn't say that Catarina and Constance dislike each other by any means, it's just that she gets on least well with her compared to the other three. Constance has a habit of turning everything into a competition, particularly when it comes to unconventional magics, whereas Catarina does not enjoy being competitive whatsoever. So, this can leave her rather exasperated at her. Even so, there can definitely be moments where the two are able to bounce off of each other very effectively and get on brilliantly - it's just generally a case of whether Catarina's bluntness clashes with or act as a fun foil to Constance's theatrics.

I hope that all of these answers were alright, friend! Thank you very much again for sending this in, even if it has been some time since it was first sent ;w;

[dawnwriterimagines]

TRAITORS AMONG US Series

SIMON RILEY x FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 x PLATONIC!FEM!READER

Part One: Traitors Among Us

Part Two: Innocents Among You

Part Three: The Guilty Plea

Part Four: The Verdict Due

Part Five: Clear Skies (OUT NOW!!!)

MULTIPLE ENDINGS

Ending One: Sunny Days

Ending Two: Sweet Surrender

Ending Three: Promises, Promises

(I know people are missing from the tags, I will be editing them gradually)

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[dc-tournaments]

Why do they deserve to win?

Batman & Superman

Jeannette & Scandal