#sorry I just try to read fanfics and it’s hell on earth.

[itsabee]

Weird normie trans men will write marble hornets fanfictions with tags like #THIS ISNT CREEPYPASTA!!!! YOURE ALL LOSERS #IM BETTER AND SMARTER THAN YOU #NO PROXIES !!!! And then write Tim so ooc I would rather be reading some yandere x reader. He’s not some smooth talking hottie he smells and has like 3 friends. You’re just as bad as some of the creepypasta people!

[dragengyrr]

"No one just wakes up here an Overlord. We’ve all dragged our feet on the scorched earth, learning how to stand up, confused, terrified, disbelieving. I think, at some point, everyone realised that it never mattered who was the richest bitch at the graveyard. Some lucky bastards would realise that even before they died.

Except. There was this one fucker who made me question that. If anyone ever witnessed his first wobbly steps in hell, he made well sure they’d be too horrified to ever speak about it. And in a blink of an eye, he was out there, grabbing half of the city by the throat, sassy and smiling like it was nothing special. Call me a madman, but I feel in my guts that he somehow did bring something from the grave with himself. Some ace up his sleeve. Either that, or he’d already had such hell on Earth that waking up down here felt like a lazy Sunday stroll – he’d already lost his senses and his humanity, how could any horror impress him? I don’t know which theory frightens me more.

Anyway, they now call him the Radio Demon."

In the silence that followed his companion’s little monologue, Husk finally leaned back in his chair, having realised that he’s been too intrigued to play it cool and internally cussing himself for it. But then, you had to let go of your poker face at some point, even as the Overlord of gambling.

He contemplated for a moment, eventually pinning a sneer on his face.

"All that talk just to call him a dirty cheater? You know how to make an intro, I’ll give you that. And… you know what? If some day this bored fucker makes his way into my casino, I’ll be happy to see him try and play that ace. I got my ways to deal with tricksters."

– And then it ended poorly.

Sorry for the weird intro, I’m executing half a dozen different ideas at once, some in the drawing and some in the snipped of non-existent (yet???) fanfic that would focus on Alastor/Husk dynamic. I’ve devoured some delicious stories about Alastor getting his fears, doubts and emotions handed to him on a silver platter, but I also want to see the fall of Husk. I want to see the man’s confidence bite him in the ass, and make him obsessed with one question in mind – "did he or did he not cheat that day".

And then turn it into a question for the class – was Alastor ever a cheater?

The free time I have to write this is none, but we’ll see what the future brings.

Also: I was wondering whether or not to do this, but, fuck it: even though it is not technically art for the fic itself, I’m deeming Dr @prince-liest partially responsible for the direction it took after reading a line Alastor said in Once Bitten… that went more or less "I wasn’t wearing my Sunday best when I died". And then I figured I could spice up his leg anatomy even more, to the point where it’s a miracle he’s able to walk at all (my brain definitely glitched a few times trying to draw this).

[paleprincessturtle]

Snuff

Author’s Note: Hello ladies, greetings. It's my first time writing Harvey's fanfic. Soooooo, I’m a nervous wreck, not to mention that English isn’t my first language. But well, here goes nothing. Tell me what you think! Happy reading and thank you :)

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Female Character Word Count: 1768 Warnings: Few curse words, mention of pregnancy loss

The clacking of her heels echoed loudly through the buzzing hallway filled with muffled conversations. She nodded curtly at Donna who gave her a confused look. She swung the glass door to Harvey’s office with so much force that Donna was sure it might fly out of its hinges, the glass door closed as soon as it was opened. Donna raised her eyebrows in confusion and hoped that Harvey didn’t turn off the intercom the second she stepped in. Donna just shook her head and went back to the tasks at hand. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

“How dare you?” She tried to sound as calm as she could, but Harvey could hear how pissed the woman in front of him felt from miles away. “A “Good morning, darling. I’m so sorry I left so early this morning. Work being hectic” should suffice,” Harvey said without even looking up from the document on his desk. “Don’t play smart with me. What the fuck is this?” She slid the blue folder to his desk. He calmly opened the folder, knowing damn well the content of it, but still, he pretended to flip over the documents in his hands. He couldn’t afford to look panic in front of her right now. “How fucking dare you, Harvey” This time, instead of talking in a calm poised but reeking with anger, her voice came out above a whisper. He finally looked up at her for the first time since she walked into his office. “Baby..” Harvey was about to reason with her when she raised her arm. “Don’t baby me. This whole damn city knows how much you hate it when people sniff around your case but you..” before she can even finish herself, Harvey stood up “I wasn’t sniffing around your case. It was a mere help. You are struggling, I’m helping. What’s the harm in that?” Harvey rounded his desk and stood in front of her, trying to get her to see his reasons. “Yes yes yes, I am struggling but I don’t need your help. You’re not even signed to this case with me. It’s my case. My first case since I got back. You just can’t help yourself making this about you, can’t you?” Harvey was taken aback by what she said. Her face was red and her voice wavered. Harvey cursed himself. “It’s not about me, it’s about helping you in this case. Can’t I help you?” Harvey took another step closer to her. “Again Harvey, the help I don’t fucking need! And don’t make it look like I don’t know how you get that evidence. We know damn well how you get that and I don’t want it near my case. I will ask you if I do need your help, won’t I?” This time, it’s her who took another step closer to Harvey. They stood nose-to-nose now. “You don’t know how hard I have been working my ass off to get where I am right now. Haven’t you heard, Harvey? What people called me? Spare Specter. And this, what you did around my case, seemingly just proved that I am indeed a Spare Specter.” She pointed her well-manicured finger to his chest. Harvey was about to open his mouth when she said “Don’t you dare sniff around my case or ask anyone in God’s green earth about my case or so help me God.” She turned around, leaving a very much bamboozled Harvey. It took Harvey a few seconds before he tried to chase her. 5 long strides later and he grabbed her forearm. He spun her only to see full anger in her eyes “Let go of me or I’ll scream bloody murder, Harvey. I have work to do.” With that, she yanked her hand and walked away with the same loud clacking of her red sole. Harvey watched with his brows drawn together, lips forming thin lines. “What the hell was that?” Donna stood up from her chair and tried to get Harvey’s attention. Harvey looked at Donna with the same expression and motioned her to follow him to his office. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

“She knew that I planted new eye-opening evidence on her case,” Harvey said as he poured himself two fingers. “And she never asked for your help,” Donna said as she carefully watched Harvey. He gave her a small nod and Donna sighed. “No wonder she looked like she was about to burn this place down.” Donna chuckled to provoke any reaction from Harvey. He just looked at her with a pensive look. “Do you know that people have been calling her Spare Specter?” Donna looked surprised that Harvey knew about this. She made sure that it didn't reach her boss’ ears, unless… “Between our wedding and then we lost our baby and us moving house and this case.” Harvey ran his hands over his face and sighed. “When she was my associate, I made her work very hard. I made her stay the night here over complicated cases. I was ruthless with her but now she’s my wife. The fact that we just lost a baby, the doctor told her to take at least 2 months off, and Jessica backed up what the doctor recommended. But look where she is now, after only what? 3 weeks off?” Harvey sighed again and rubbed his temple. He looked at Donna “I can’t see her like this, Donna. This case is wearing her out.” Donna gave her a sympathetic look. “I get where you’re going, Harvey. But you are right about her being called Spare Specter. She made me swear not to let it reach your ears. And I’m sorry that I’ve been keeping this away from you. But if she needs your help, she’ll come to you. It wasn’t an easy road for her to be where she is right now and certainly not an easy road for her to keep where she is right now. This is her way of grieving your baby, Harvey. Your way is also the same as hers, drown yourself in work. Instead of meddling in her case, just ask her what she needs you to do.” Harvey nodded weakly and Donna’s words. “I’ll come to her now, I’ll bring her home and take the rest of the day off.” Donna sighed, she thought Harvey understands. “Let her work. Drop lunch at her office later today, and leave her the hell alone for the rest of the day. She’s pissed. If you say or do anything, she’ll be even more pissed.” Harvey nodded again and seemingly will take Donna’s advice. “I’ll order the oyster chowder and garlic bread she likes.” Harvey nodded again and thanked Donna before sending her out of his office. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Here, steaming hot,” Donna said as she placed the food on Harvey’s desk. Like a man on a mission, Harvey tried to walk with confidence. He realized he hadn't even said sorry to her for what he did. He was so sure he was in the right that he didn’t prepare himself to apologize. He knocked on her office door, earning a glance from his wife. He invited himself in and walked cautiously inside. “I bought lunch for you since I know you won't go out for lunch.” Harvey placed the food on her coffee table, earning another glance. But all heard from the office was the sound of nails on the keyboard of her laptop. “I should’ve said sorry earlier, but I was too proud. So I’m sorry, I am. I didn’t mean to make you look weak or anything, honey. You’re a great lawyer, everyone thinks otherwise must be not right in their heads.” Harvey put his hands in his pants pocket in front of her desk, this time earning nothing from his wife. “Please eat your lunch. I don’t want you to get sick and how will you work if you’re sick, right? I love you and I’m sorry.” Harvey leaned his body to kiss his wife’s head and turned to leave her office. He closed the glass door behind him and stole another glance at his laser-focused wife. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harvey closed his laptop and looked at his watch. His eyebrows raised in surprise. 10.15 already? He looked outside and it looked quite dark. Where in the world is his wife, he thought to himself. If she went home already, Ray must’ve informed him. So she must still be here. Harvey packed his things, turned all the lights in his office, and marched to his wife’s. The door was surprisingly opened. He cleared his throat and sat on the chair opposite her wife. “It’s late, baby. Let’s go home.” Harvey tried to sound as gentle as possible. “You go home yourself and send Ray back here for me. Or I’ll just call a cab.” She said absentmindedly and Harvey ran a tired finger through his not-so-perfect hair now at this hour. He stood up and she expected him to leave. But instead, Harvey rounded her desk and squatted next to her chair. He swiveled her chair so now they’re facing each other. Harvey took her wife’s hands on him. “Now look at me, gorgeous.” She sighed and gave up. “I’m sorry for what I did. I didn’t know what people were calling you, and those are false accusations. You are a great lawyer and Heaven knows how proud I am of the lawyer you become today. When you were under my tutelage, I tried my best to shape you. But now you’re my wife, we just lost our baby..” Harvey paused and kissed her hands oh-so-softly “I just don’t have a heart to see you struggle after witnessing you in pain for the loss of our baby.” Harvey swore he felt like he was about to cry, right there, and then when he saw the forlorn look on his wife’s face. “I swear, it won’t happen again. Unless you ask for my help then I won’t interfere. Nor will I send someone to interfere with your case without your command. I’m sorry, gorgeous. You are a great lawyer and I’m so proud of you. You’re making your name.” Harvey moved to stand on his knees now, holding his wife’s face gently in his hand before placing a warm kiss on her lips. “Am I forgiven?” Harvey asked as he stroked her cheek. “But can I get cinnamon rolls tomorrow?” Harvey felt like the weight of the universe had just been lifted off his chest when he saw his wife smile for the first time today. “I’ll buy you the whole damn bakery, gorgeous.”

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[roseeycreates-blog]

Imagine Tenzin, consumed by grief after Lin's passing, deciding to follow her into the afterlife.

After reading the bittersweet fanfic "Meant To Be" by @risingsoleil (check her ao3 page if you are a linzin fan. She's an amazing writer. I love her works!), an idea came to me: what if Tenzin journeyed through the 9 circles of Hell before reuniting with Lin in Paradise? Drawing from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, specifically Dante's Inferno, Tenzin would confront his deepest fears and regrets in each circle, leading to a powerful and emotional reunion with Lin in the afterlife.

So here's Tenzin:

(Sorry about the arrow, I just added that detail because Picrew doesn't have that option.)

I chose a red arrow instead of blue to symbolize that he took his own life, which is why he's in Hell (all life is sacred). I dressed him in a red robe and added a golden choker. Finally, he has an earring with Lin's eye color, given to him by his guide.

His guide, Iroh:

In this story, He is Tenzin's Virgil, guiding him through the 9 circles of Hell. Lin asks Iroh to help Tenzin on his journey and gives him the earring that Tenzin wears. It's a symbol of Lin's presence with him throughout the journey.

Lastly, Lin:

(Can I just say she looks so pretty, I also added the scars)

Tenzin's Beatrice is waiting for him in Paradise. he’s also wearing an earring with Tenzin’s eye color, showing that she’s waiting for him on the other side.

( Picrew link male | female )

9 Circles of Hell:

The First Circle: Limbo

He comes across an unborn child and learns that Lin had a miscarriage after they broke up. He then sees a vision of what their life might have been if the child had lived. When he snaps out of this illusion, he finds himself holding a deformed baby.

The Second Circle: Lust

He reflects on his own desires and the complicated nature of his love for Lin. Temptations hit hard with visions of women pampering him, including an illusion of Pema. Just as he's about to give in, he sees Lin watching him, which snaps him back to his true goal: to be with her.

The Third Circle: Gluttony

He witnesses wealthy high-ranking figures, some from the Earth Kingdom, being devoured by beasts. They endlessly heal and suffer, showing the impact of their excessive wealth on others. This makes him rethink his own lifestyle.

The Fourth Circle: Greed

He sees greedy souls, including mercenaries and assassins like the combustion bender who hunted his parents, being crushed by boulders of gold. This makes him reflect on his own struggles—not for money, but the selfishness that came from the pressure to repopulate the Air Nation after his father’s death.

The Fifth Circle: Wrath

He encounters fallen soldiers from endless wars, especially Fire Nation armies from the Hundred Year War, stuck in muddy rivers that act like quicksand. This scene stirs up memories of the conflicts he and Lin faced before their breakup.

The Sixth Circle: Heresy

He sees people consumed by evil spirits. Unalaq is burning in a fiery tomb as punishment for his dark deeds. It makes him think about whether his own followers, who idolize airbenders, might end up suffering the same way.

The Seventh Circle: Violence

He sees the spirits of Fire Nation leaders who committed violence against innocents. One of them is the person who killed his grandmother. He realizes he belongs in this circle too, as he committed violence by taking his own life.

The Eighth Circle: Fraud

He sees scammers, manipulators, and impostors who deceive others for their gain. Hama, the first bloodbender, pretends to be a helpless old woman to trick people like Katara into helping her get revenge. He also sees an illusion of himself saying he's a fraud, struggling to be himself while trying to meet others’ expectations.

The Ninth Circle: Treachery

Finally, he sees betrayers, including Firelord Sozin and Ozai, frozen in icy pits. One of them accuses him, saying, “You also betrayed Lin—remember, you cheated!” The crowd roars, but as he’s overwhelmed by darkness, the earring starts to glow. Iroh steps in to guide him to the exit.

Reaching Paradise:

After everything that happened, Lin hugged him tightly. They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, overwhelmed by the joy of being reunited. Their smiles said it all—despite the pain and challenges, they were together again, and that made everything worthwhile.

"I died," Lin said quietly. "And you weren’t there."

"I know," he replied, looking down. "I heard from Akna about your last words..."

"Shhh," Lin cut him off gently, her voice softening. "No need to dwell on that."

"But I came here," he said earnestly, his eyes meeting hers.

"You came to find me," Lin said, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Of course I did," he said with a tender smile. "I couldn’t do anything else."

Then Lin gave him a bit of a lecture about his actions.

(lines from Castlevania)

[colorfuldudeftw]

My first Good Omens fanfic

A Night with a Demon

On a stormy night Aziraphale was at his desk in the bookshop. He was reading a book while drinking a nice cup of tea. Well he was trying to read but his mind was wandering. He was thinking of a certain demon that's been in his life a lot lately. It’s not that he doesn't want him here, it’s just that usually he would be around for a short amount of time. Aziraphale sat there wondering why he’s been sticking around.

A sudden knock on his door snapped the angel out of his thoughts. He got up from his chair and walked to the door. “Who in the world could that be?” He thought. He opened the door and tried to hide his smile when he saw the demon that was almost always on his mind nowadays. 

“C-Crowley? Come in, come in.” He invited, noticing that the demon looked somewhat upset. Crowley walked into the store, almost instantly drying off with the help of his powers. He leaned against a bookshelf and watched Aziraphale close the door behind him. 

“What can I do for you?” Aziraphale asked. 

“I-” Crowley furrowed his eyebrows. He was looking for the right words. “We’ve been through a lot lately. And ever since we fooled heaven and hell into thinking they can’t kill us I’ve had time to think. Think about us, and what our relationship means to me.” He started. Aziraphale felt astonished. He never heard Crowley talk like this before. He was worried but also curious as to what he had to say.

Crowley continued. “When heaven tried to kill you and sent me into the flames Gabriel said something I didn't care for. And it surprised me how upset I got. I couldn’t stand thinking about him sending my only friend to die. The only one that I could ever…” He trailed off, his voice slightly breaking. At this point Aziraphale was beyond worried. 

He walked up and grabbed one of Crowley’s hands. He felt him flinch a bit but ease into his hands.

“Crowley, I don’t know what Gabriel said to you. But I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. Heaven would have to send an army to take me away from you.” The words came out of Aziraphale’s mouth before he knew it. But it didn’t matter, as long as his old friend knew that his fears would never come to fruition. 

Crowley looked at Aziraphale, astonished by what he said. Crowley leaned in and laid a kiss on Aziraphale’s lips. Quickly realizing that he may have read the room wrong he let go of the angel’s hands and backed away.

“I-I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-” He looked at Aziraphale. The angel was flabbergasted. A shade of red was slowly forming across his face. Crowley started to panic, thinking he ruined everything with his best friend. He almost wished the floor would open up and swallow him again. But Aziraphale did something he wasn’t expecting. He smiled.

“It’s quite alright,” He said. “I-it was a very nice kiss.” As awkward as the situation was, Crowley couldn’t help but chuckle on how cute the angel was being. 

“I wanted to tell you, I think I want to be something more. With you. We can be something completely new, together.” It was Crowley’s turn to blush. All these thoughts were racing through his head. He didn’t think the confession would go this way. Like why on God’s green earth did he kiss him before saying anything about how he felt. He snapped out of his thoughts when Aziraphale grabbed his hands again.

“I would like that Crowley.” His smile made the demon’s heart melt. Crowley knew that he would do anything for this angel. Aziraphale leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale’s waist and held him close, losing himself in the angel’s soft lips. Feeling as if nothing in hell, heaven, or earth could ever tear apart the love they felt for each other.

[japhan2024]

THE ISLAND

Here is the first chapter of my 25k Smosh fanfic. I'm so excited to share it with you 💓 I will post a new chapter every day until the story is over. If you rather read it all in one go, that's okay too, it's all up on AO3.

Chapter 1: The campaign

Ian gets interviewed about his run for president of the USA. Amanda, an attractive and sharp reporter, catches his eye. Meanwhile at Defy HQ, someone else's adventure begins...

Chapter word count: 1.194

Rated: I guess general, or teen?

"So, you in fact did NOT have sex with your staff worker's sister?"

"What? Hell no! Why would I even? Okay look, I know it's very exciting for you and every other outlet that asked me this same question. Wow, a presidential candidate is single. But at least be a little classy? Don't go and snoop around my love life."

"Of course, mister Hecox. And what will you do, as president of the United States, to combat the climate disaster?"

"Look, miss Lehan-Canto, I think we both know I'm no expert on the subject. But I've been in talks with research institutes who devote all their time to finding solutions. That's who I listen to now, and I'll continue to listen to them when I'm in office."

"Very good. Thank you for this interview. People.com readers will be happy to hear you care about the future of our beautiful planet."

"Of course I care. Musk and Gates may have left orbit, but I'm sticking to Earth, thank you very much. As president I'll fight every day for our right to exist!"

"One last question..."

"Alright?"

"Then why are you taking money from Defy Media, the consortium spreading propaganda for Big Oil?"

"Ah, I see you've done your homework. But, like, what am I to do? Not take their billions? I need to get my message out to the people, so they know their choices. And, as you well know, that costs a lot of money."

"But doesn't it compromise your integrity?"

"That's for the voters to decide. I think my platform is straight-forward."

"Thank you for your time, mister Hecox."

The room was very bright, with big windows and a high ceiling. It was perfect to take presidential-looking shots to publish along with the article.

Ian Hecox sat down on a modern, green arm-chair.

A tall, young man wearing a bandana took the pictures. "Uh-huh. That's perfect."

With every flash, however, Ian's mind conjured up all kinds of horrible scenarios.

FLASH

His eventual and utterly unavoidable assassination.

FLASH

Or if his adversaries wanted to be sneaky, a 'sudden' and 'unexpected' death.

FLASH

How many minutes would he last as president?

"Mister Hecox," Bandana implored Ian. "You're looking very regal, but maybe a couple of shots of you looking relaxed would help your image of being a, you know, a more approachable guy?"

The reporter stayed around during the shoot. She gave Ian a look, like she knew something about him he himself didn't even know. It was strangely intriguing.

They wrapped up.

"Wow, you have REALLY blue eyes, man," miss Lehan-Canto said, taking Ian aback. "I was trying to ask some tough questions, but I kept getting distracted haha."

"Uh, thanks?" Ian stifled a nervous burp and tried to laugh it off. But the reporter walked up to him, until they stood closely together. She was very tall.

"I promised I wouldn't pry into your love life anymore... But I have to ask. How come you are still single?'

"Haha. I- Well," Ian tried to look anywhere except straight in front of him. "I don't know either. It's not like I haven't tried. It just hasn't worked out before. But truly, miss Lehan-Canto-"

"Please, call me Amanda." Amanda was rubbing Ian's arm with her perfectly manicured nails. It was wildly distracting.

"Okay, Amanda. And please also just call me Ian. Ever since I announced my campaign, I haven't had any time to date, or anything. I'm, I'm sorry. You're very beautiful. Gorgeous even. Ten out of ten. But I, I have to think of the people who put their trust in me to give it my all. To try and finally steer us in the right direction."

Amanda traced Ian's shirt's neckline, a disappointed pout on her face.

"I understand. Well, if you become president-"

"WHEN I become president." Ian gave her the old smolder. It worked, because she giggled. Her smile was white, wide and inviting. The skin around her big, brown eyes crinkled.

"-When- you become president, will you give People.com an exclusive?"

Ian softly put his hands around Amanda's waist and looked her in the eyes. "I promise."

"Very good." Amanda smiled as she turned around and walked away. Before exiting the door, she turned around once more and gave Ian a wink.

~

"Ian, that was very nice and all, but..."

"I know, I know."

Ian’s campaign team had been observing the whole interview from a corner of the large room. Shayne, his advisor, always worried most about optics.

"Do you, really? If that photographer took any footage of you cuddling it up with miss Lehan-Canto, they have blackmail material against you now!"

"Like I give a fuck if people see me flirting with a beautiful woman!"

"People need to know you are focused on your job, Ian."

"That was exactly what I was telling her, Shayne."

"That was what your mouth said, but your eyes and hands told another story," Courtney – Ian’s campaign manager – interrupted, trying to lift the mood.

"Ah, what can I say. I'm a red-blooded, all-American guy. And you two should talk! You guys have each other."

Ian’s campaign team was very close-knit. It was basically him, Shayne and Courtney. They also had a merch team led by Kiana. They’d developed a mutual trust very fast and were goofing off like this most of the time, when they didn’t have to be serious. Shayne turned to face Courtney, putting his hands around their waist, exactly like Ian had just done with Amanda.

"Oh, miss Lehan-Canto, you're so tall and beautiful! Please, will you kiss me?"

"Why, mister Almost-President! Anything for MY Commander in Chief!"

Shayne and Courtney started fake making out, but their body language couldn’t lie. They were really enjoying this.

"Alright, you made your point. Now go back and do your job!"

"Yes, sir."

They got their bags and went outside, down the hill where their vehicle was parked.

The surroundings were beautiful. Subtropical flowers everywhere, old trees and shrubs and a cobbled pathway downward. The heat made it difficult to enjoy the view, though. Wading through the outside was hell these days.

~

The Defy HQ boardroom was not much more than your standard office with a nice view. The table was fancy though, and the chairs just a little more comfortable than those in the rest of the building. One guy stood up, gesticulating while speaking to the rest of the board. They were all men in suits. But the guy just wore a shirt with rolled up sleeves, and glasses which were rimmed at the top.

“You know, in this crazy digital age, presidential campaigns need something to appeal to the younger demo.”

“What are you suggesting, mister Dilford?”

“I’m talking crazy memes and cheeky tweets!” Sweat was seeping down Dave Dilford’s temple. “We have to embed ourselves in pop-culture, swim in it! Or we risk losing to Watcher’s candidate.”

“You’ve got a point there. So, how much do you need?”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Together, we will make the electorate giggle all the way to the ballot box.” Dave walked around the room, fist-bumping every board member.

[r34der]

I read this fic of yours on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56125117

The one where Lucifer is really twisted and wipes out a whole ring. This really captured my attention, and it’s also very different from the typical Lucifer fanfics. So I just have to ask, what is evil Lucifer’s personality like? How different is he compared to his canon counterpart? Does he still love Charlie, and ducks? Would he be a more active King, and what does he think about Sinners and Hellborn? Is he more of an active Devil, does he cause mayhem on earth and hate humanity?

I just realized just how many questions this is but I’m very intruiged regarding this version of Lucifer. I’m sorry

OH MY GOD I HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR RECENTLY 😭😭

But uhm- Yeah, I'm really happy that you're curious about my fic!! I'd say I didn't really think deeply about his personality, since it was always going to be a one chap thing. If I would say something, though, is its that he's way more apathetic to the suffering of those in hell. He was more active in being a King of Hell, and he was truthful to how most thought he was like. He made deals, contracts and he wasn't afraid of anything. If anything, he enjoyed life in hell. I'd say he's a lot more happier, he doesn't think about responsibility or things like that and he's more cunning. He cuts off others easily when they aren't useful to him and he has a faint connection to Charlie. This was mainly in the thought that Lucifer isn't Lucifer in Hazbin Hotel and it ticked me off cause shouldn't he be evil??

The connection he made with Alastor was something like a kindred spirit thing. He thought Alastor was similar to him so they grew closer like that, until he fell in love. He does care for Charlie, but rather than being a caring dad it's more like him trying to convince her to embrace evil and accept that everyone is evil. He's manipulative, scheming and so evil he barely realises it. To him, everyone is the same, everyone is evil and think like him, they just act like they're good. His thoughts on humanity are nothing deeper than morality-wise. He loves evil people, he hates do-gooders. Charlie is an exception because his belief is that she is evil, and refuses to accept it. He is active, a lot more, but only uses his abilities to make people accept evil and commit crimes. True evil. And in a sense he doesn't really care for their lives, he may act like he cares but the moment you become useless he just discards you.

Really hope this helps, and sorry for not responding earlier!!

[mrscakeishere]

*taps mic* Is this thing on? Hello world. I'm new to Tumblr, but I'm also kinda old. I now own reading glasses.

This blog is a place for sharing fanfiction that I am trying to write and enjoying various fandoms (Good Omens, Star Trek, Discworld, and others).

I've loved all the fandoms above for a good long while now, but ended up here because Good Omens season 2 came out just as a chronic illness turned my life completely upside down and I'm mostly stuck at home. Season 2's ending left me a little, er, (obsessed? heartbroken?) in need of a community of like-minded souls. So, fandom and fanfic are keeping my mind busy and very happy and calm while I try to physically feel better and (im)patiently wait for the official word that there will be a Season 3.

THERE WILL BE A SEASON 3.

I also like plants. Below (l to r) is Crowley, Mrs. Cake, and Aziraphale. (Windle Poons was too ill to be in this picture.)

[Update 12/4/23]. Here are some fic links, now that I have them.

Good Omens

Pass the Remote, Angel (M): Crowley and Muriel bond over X-Files. Supreme Archangel Aziraphale disappears. Chaos ensues.

The Gift of an Invitation (T): How Crowley was first invited to the bookshop.

Back in the Good Old World (T): Mostly me being nostalgic about the 90s and putting poor Crowley and Aziraphale in it. Sorry, not sorry.

A Demon Gets His Due (M): Ficlet. Crowley discovers AO3 and GO tags.

Deep Space Omens Series (GO/Star Trek crossovers)

Angels are from Heaven, Demons are from Hell (GO/TNG/DS9)(M): Crowley and Aziraphale have long-term relationship issues so they go on vacation.

The Layover Before Home (GO/DS9) (M): They're still on vacation. It's an extra stop to DS9.

Messin' Around the Delta Quadrant (GO/VOY) (M): Aziraphale is desperate to do some good in the world, but Earth is a paradise. Also, they go to couples counseling.

Enterprising Aziracrow (GO/TNG) (M): They end up in the Nexus and have to find their way home. (Not yet complete.)

Other GO Crossovers

Wellington's Second Coming (GO/Wellington Paranormal) (T): O'Leary and Minogue get a call about a domestic dispute.

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I saw several posts and comments in the Helluva Boss tag saying something like, "Stolitz is toxic. Congrats, you get the point!🎉" in an extremely patronizing tone. Like, yeah. No fucking shit that is the Vivzie's intention. Anyone with a brain cell can figure that out. What pisses me off even more is that some even go as far too say that if you hate them, you're an idiot.

My issue isn't just that they're too "toxic". I like plenty of ships that come off as "toxic" to some. I enjoyed Chuck and Blair in Gossip Girl when I was younger. Same goes for Sam and Freddie on iCarly. Hell, I was raised on telenovelas and Twilight, and still have a love for reading yandere fanfics for fuck's sake! I'm the last person on Earth to say you can never like a toxic ship! Just with them it's both toxic AND super annoying.

Stolas is the textbook definition of a woobie. He's super manipulative. He forces Blitz into that deal when he damn well knew he was running for his life and has his business on the line, so he could never turn it down. He even did the same thing before at the party when he guilt trips Blitz into sex. He's also a self centred ass, who constantly makes everything about himself and prioritizes fucking his boy toy over more important shit in his life like his own daughter. He continues to ignore her, even after she told him how she feels constantly. He acts extremely patronizing towards Blitz, calling him stupid and condescending nicknames right in front of everyone, despite him clearly not liking them. On top of everything, he's also cheating on his wife.

Is this ever called out by the narrative? Nope. He's given a free pass, and the story treats like a uwu sad boy that we need to feel bad for. Sorry, but that won't cut it. I just want to yeet him into the sun, not see him get together with Blitz.

Yes, I think a large part of this is thanks to Vivzie pulling an Elsa and changing Stolas' personality to be more "positive" part way during season 1. Also, yes, Stolas is trying to find a way to give Blitz a way to get to the "Human World" without him. But that's still no excuse for him being this much of a woobie. Morally grey and messy characters should be always called out by the narrative. Actions have consequences. People can get hurt regardless of our past or intentions. Cheating is always wrong, even if your partner is a bitch. That even goes for characters like Stolas.

Even if that wasn't the case, I don't think that Stolas is a good match for Blitz. Blitz needs a partner who is supportive, understanding and level-headed, being there for him when he needs it. Not a guy with his own mountain of baggage of his own. Honestly, I think any relationship between them will result in a messy breakup if they were real.

[fanficideasimtoolazytowrite]

alastor's children headcanaon pt 3

Hey, guys sorry I just dropped a bunch of headcananons that might not make sense. I had this idea of a fanfic but honestly cant find the time or motivation to stick with one plot line. so if things get messy sorry for it in advance. so far though in the story, Alastor just wants his fiance back. As far as he knows, he was so close to having it all and he isn't interested in letting it go. so his current plan is to wait for her to die and drag her down, or to get as much information on her he can till he can find a way back up or to get to heaven. he hasn't joined Hazbin Hotel yet, but he has become a force in hell. at the current moment where his family is at the manor, he is currently on his 7-year sabbatical. in this, I'm not sure if I want him trying to gain more leverage with Rue who has started to play hardball with him and no longer is as interested since she started to feel the presence of his children who just started to shine to her from earth. he is still not aware of them but is becoming more frustrated at his limitations. wanting that life he was so close to he hears about the happy hotel starting up and decides to pay them a visit.

back on earth, the manor's other worldly guests are becoming bolder. most days are quiet, flora and Archie now starting to take more notice of each other's presence than before. It has gotten to the point where they can even talk to some of them. there's a young couple that had unfortunately died by the woman in the lake when they accidentally got in her way during one of her strolls. She had dragged them into the water with her to drown. which is why they warn them to stay in their rooms at night because they don't know when she might be out. they seemed nice, but Archie wanted to keep their distance. he didn't like how they seemed to take turns possessing their friend so much. She said it was fine, but he didn't like that you couldn't tell if he was speaking with her or one of them. Flora still prefers to play in the gardens with her friend while Archie now takes a more serious approach to the lake. he doesn't throw rocks at them anymore, afraid that he might wake her. instead choosing to sit and read or to stare at the waters. almost like he's on guard duty. wondering if maybe the lady is watching him back. his mother spends most of her day just cleaning and cooking. taking care of a large manor almost by herself is a lot, but she starts to bond with the gardener. since he gives the young girl flowers to play with and spends time with her son when he's out by the pond weeding. he's a quiet man, mourning the loss of his own wife who had passed during childbirth to their own daughter. they bond over their losses, but every moment they share is cut short before shy smiles or tinkle eyes can grow.

somthing terrible is about to happen, which is why dun dun a dun

HELLUVA BOSS

back in hell, some of the folks had died by Alastor hands and hadn't been foolish enough to try and go against him right off the bat when he first arrived, but instead, they chose to wait. When they got word that IMP was taking clients for people who wanted revenge on the living they remembered that Alastor had a fiance who was all alone now. they hired IMP to kill her and that is when the main story starts.

back on earth, the children are playing inside the manor when their mother comes in and tells them to start getting ready for bed. as they go off, she looks up to see their toys left behind and she goes to clean up, when she stands up though she sees a shadowy figure standing outside staring at her. she jumped and screamed. she grabbed the fire poker and ran outside to get whoever was there out, but when she got outside there was no one. she looked around there was no sign that anyone had even been around. turning around back into the house she double-locked the doors, but had she taken a moment more, she would have seen a lone figure making its way across the gardens to the manor. she ran to check on the kids when she heard a bang in one of the rooms on the upper floors. figuring it was one of the kids she went to go check it out more, but as she opened the door the window was left open and a paper weight had fallen down. she huffed and closed the window before closing the door. if she had checked the room more she would have found 3 Imps from hell hiding in the closet. Blitz gave a hard look at Moxie for knocking over the ornament when he shimmied in.

"Boss, I'm not sure about this. It's a family here, and she seems alone."

"Yeah, well that sure makes this easier then. what the client wants the client gets."

"Sure boss, but she doesn't seem like a bad person."

"Well moxie, just because she manage to pop out a couple of kids and feeds them and walks them doesn't make her a good person. now the client wants her taken care of and that's what we will do! now let go!" moxie still held many reservations but let Blitz make most of the moves going forward. they snuck together as Mille got distracted by a figure hiding down the hall. she went to check it out to make sure that it was indeed just the 4 humans in this house.

MANOR POV

after she had put the fire poker back she went to check on the kids again. She could hear them chatting happily in the bathroom down the hall, and when she was walking down the hall she walked past a well-dressed man. it took her a moment for her mind to process what she had seen, but she stopped in her tracks, turned around, and tried to lean in to see if she had truly seen him. She could see the edges of his form. standing against the wall smoking a cigarette, when he realized that she was staring at him, he gave her a crooked smile, and said,

" what not like they can kill me now?"

turning around she ran down the hall to the kids, getting into the bathroom she slammed the door shut and locked the door. the kids looked up to her in shock and worry.

"Mum, what's wrong?" Archie asked.

she bent down to them and held the door back just in case someone tried to force it open. downstairs she heard another loud bang against the front door and some cursing. then running footsteps.

"OK, everyone, just listen and do what I ask and everything is going to be ok. there are people in the house that aren't supposed to be here. so when I open this door you're going to close it and lock it. don't open it till you hear me call to you. I'm going to get the keys to the gardener truck and when I say come, make sure no one is there and then run down to me. don't look, don't stop, and don't listen to anyone but me. got it?" the children looked on with fear but nodded at her. She took a breath to calm her nerves before turning around to the door and peeking out. there was no sign of anyone, so she swiftly pressed against the door to be sure that the door was firmly closed.

running down the stairs she reached the kitchen, where she had to quickly duck down bc she saw a small red thing in the closet cursing. she reached blindly for the hooks, hitting the dangly keys and having them jingle. she quickly grabbed them and ducked back down, before the red thing looked up. she snuck around the kitchen table as the red thing walked around. avoiding being seen, she saw that the red thing looked to be just as spooked as she was. checking shadows and listening for anything. Another bang from the door announced that whatever it was had finally managed to force the doors open.

"shit" the little red thing muttered under her breath. it ran to the front of the building and a cacophony of screaming, cursing, and things being toppled over was her signal to stand up.

"You might want to get going soon love. She is here now and you guys are in her way. don't want to end up like us." a young lady dressed in black stood in the corner staring at her now. with fear running through her veins she ran past her towards the back door and into the gardens, she hopped into the car revved the engine, and drove through the bushes to the front door. hoping out the second she reached the wide open doors. running inside.

on the inside the children waited for their mother to call out to them.

"Sofia?" a voice called out beyond the door. the twins turned to their friend in wonder. it was a voice calling out to her, but it wasn't their mother.

"We are not going out there. that wasn't mum." Flora said as she double-checked the lock. still firmly turned.

"That's my mother though. maybe she came back because of the ghosts here. she's here to save us."

" no, we need to wait for our mum. She will call us and then we have to go down to the truth as fast as possible."

"But what if it's the lady? what if she got your mum and now it's my mother that has come to save us."

"Still we should wait."

"No, I want to take a quick peek. if it's not her I'll shut it quickly. promise."

a moment passed before Flora stepped aside and let her take her peak. Sophia took her moment and gathered her courage before unlocking the door and opening it a crack. pitch black was all that was seen before the door was barged right open by a red thing wearing a skull suit.

"Shit! Don't you guys know how to lock the bathroom door? well fuck it's a whole nursery in here huh?"

Archie reacted first. grabbing whatever he could reach and chucking it at the red imp's head as hard as he could. the girls screamed and ran out of the bathroom, the red imp cursing them out as Archie continued to chuck things at him. running out they saw that the doors flew open at that moment and the lady from the lake walked in. Her path unapeaded as she caught sight of the girls on the upper floor. they screamed and ran down the hall back to Sophie's room while the female imp ran to the front door. she took a swing at the woman but went right through her. leaving her in shudders.

the woman walked up the floor, signing her tune as the children locked their bedroom, trying to stifle the panicked breaths. sophie hid in her closet while the twins gathered themselves under her bed. the twins covered each other's mouths as they waited with bated breath as steady footsteps and her melody came closer and closer. both wishing to hear their mothers call from below.

the door banged open and the twins crouched further under the bed.

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree

Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover return to me

We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die

they listened to her singing lowly and watched her mudded feet walk past them. holding their breath they watched as the closet door was wretched open and their friend let out a terrified yelp. the lady looked down at her curiously before bending down picking her up and walking away. the room fell silent for a moment before Archie pulled himself and Flora out from under the bed.

Archie ran to the doorway and saw his terrified friend being carried away by the woman.

"Flora, go get mom. I'm going to try to get her to drop Sophie."

"Ok."

"We got this." not sure who he was trying to convenience. they both ran down the staircase passing the red imps that had stopped to gather their beings. flora ran towards the gardens to get her mother while Archie ran toward the lake. he caught up with Sophie and the lake lady. he tried grabbing her arms and pulling her away from Sophie, but she just backhanded him to the ground. standing back up he ran up on her and with all his might ran into her. but he went right through her this time, but he managed to also bring Sophie with him to the ground. the lady paused in her walking. looking between Sophie and Archie. A moment of silent contemplation was had and she swiftly made her way to Archie, picking him up the same way she had with Sophie. now stuck in her place and being held by iron bars Archie wasn't able to escape.

"Sophie! Please! GO GET MY MUM! PLEASE SOPHIE!" Archie pleaded for his friend to snap out of her shock and to get his mother. She nodded solemnly and slowly got up before dashing back to the manor.

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On the topic of Nagito resenting Izuru, I actually think it could go beyond that. Something that I'm not totally convinced about is none of Class 77 having any hard feelings towards Hajime. While them loving him inside the simulation makes perfect sense, would that really carry over smoothly once they were back out? Because his actions led to both them being brainwashed and for their deprogramming session being sabotaged in the first place. And to add insult to injury, he can take some solace in feeling less "tainted" than they are. Izuru had more autonomy and self-control during the Tragedy, while they were reduced to vicious idiots acting on whatever violent impulse came to them. Like with Sonia, she has to live with being known to the world as the tyrant queen who brought her homeland to ruin (though I personally like to headcanon that Novoselic is recovering). Meanwhile for the few people who are aware of a 15th Remnant, Hajime is "that one other dude with the long hair that we're not even sure killed that many people". I mean if I came out of the NWP with all that mental (and possibly physical) baggage, and the dude in our group who was most responsible for the rest of us becoming so fucked up was conversely the least guilty of us AND got handed a thousand super-talents...well I think I'd be a wee bit resentful and jealous. And going back to Nagito, it also seems a bit unrealistic to me that in most fanfics there doesn't seem to be any resistance from him to accepting medical aid from Hajime. Or dismay at discovering it was done while he was in a coma. Because on top of him probably not feeling like he'd want to prolong his life, accepting that kind of aid from the former Izuru would probably feel kind of infantilizing to be honest. Dude gets handed everything you ever wanted including a better version of your luck, he betrays Hope's Peak because he's bored, does absolutely nothing while someone dear to you is murdered and you and your classmates get brainwashed, sets things up so that your attempted suicide will actually result in you getting possessed by your nemesis...and now you're just meant to let him assert the power of a doctor over you and welcome him as your savior? I just think there'd probably need to be a moment where Nagito is convinced to accept treatment, rather than it being done to him without his consent. Make him feel assured that he has agency and control over his own body, and that continuing to live was his own choice. Because otherwise I think it could get really nasty. " I don't care that you're the most talented man alive. Even if I'd wanted to live, you, of all people on this planet, YOU are the last human being on Earth that I would want help from."

Ooo this be a spicy take! But some very good points! First off, sorry for taking so long to reply to this question it just this got me back into my Dangan theorist mode, and I wanted to replay all of Chapter 0/6 as well as read a summary of Zero in order to re-examine how the game and novel present Izuru Kamukura.

I’ll try my best not to derail this because Izuru’s whole existence and backstory is just…..such a brain worm for me that I can speculate on for hours. There’s just so much we don’t truly know if we’re basing this solely on the games (which I usually prefer to do seeing as the anime is filled with contradictions). But, doing so would mean having to excuse his involvement (or lack of) in preventing Chiaki’s murder and class 77’s brainwashing since there’s nothing within the games that indicates such things happening since even within game it flat out states Junko manipulated her high power connections (ie: the Ultimates), one by one and not in a batch.

She really only used video footage of explicit killing to manipulate the Reserve Course into rioting (Dr0), the rest of the world into more despair (Dr1) and as a way to taunt the Future Foundation (SDR2). Hell, technically, there is no proof that Chiaki actually existed in real life if we’re going only by the games too. That was something canonized by the anime.

Well okay. There may be ONE thing in the second game that can potentially confirm Chiaki’s existence in the real world and that’s her presence being listed in the book Nagito got with everyone's info. However, this was given to him by Monokuma and Nagito did destroy any of the information regarding his classmates time in and out of  school that could have very well revealed that Chiaki wasn’t ever there—but I digress and this aint about Chiaki rn this is about Izuru.

What we do know of him through the game is that he sees himself as being used by Junko and thus brought in a flash drive with her AI to insert into the Neo World Program as a virus so he could use her instead. This feels contradictory though, if the end result would be Junko taking over all their bodies. You can’t even argue that he did it so Hajime could override his present self and come back because that would have happened regardless (that was literally what was SUPPOSED to happen). So then why bring Junko back? How was he using her in that regard? Well, the only thing I can think of is that he pretty much already knew how it was all going to end, and that creating a killing game was the only way to ensure everyone stayed alive whilst retaining their old memories thus decreasing the chance of them falling back into Ultimate Despair when re-awakened and in a way saying “fuck you” to Junko’s despair and destroying the last remnants of her both in name and digitally.

Cool beans. He still lied to them all though. Junko states that each of them willingly went into the program knowing well that her virus was going to force them into a killing game to cause despair. Izuru, though, didn’t tell them his whole plan or how it was truly going to end, otherwise no one would have joined. And that’s not necessarily bad–he was doing it for their own good! Except, well, there’s not conclusive proof that he did so for their sake (and since we don’t know if Chiaki existed irl we don’t know if he did this for her). Also given how indifferent he is in-game, the fact that his surgery left him emotionally distant, and his lack of connection with class 77, well it’d be easier to believe that Izuru did this all purely out of self interest in a way to get “revenge” at Junko and perhaps alleviate his boredom.

Now, present Hajime WOULD have an emotional investment in class 77 and it’s that reason he sticks around to help them recover. But, honestly, I agree that the ex-remnants would take some time to come around to fully trusting him again because remember: they ARE still recovering from despair. It would not be surprising if their residual remnant emotions feel betrayed by him for lying to them and essentially killing off Junko for good. Add in their in-game memories conflicting with their past memories every time they see Hajime and he’s not quite the same Hajime they befriended thus reminding them that he’s also  that guy who just randomly showed up one day then manipulated them into a scheme for seemingly his own self interest, yeeeah it might take them a while before being buddy buddy with him.

Though they will eventually, but let’s focus on Nagito for a bit because he’d be the absolute last person to come around in fully trusting Hajime/Izuru. Because you see, while it was stated that the remnants agreed to be part of the killing game, we know for a fact that not ALL of them did so. And we know this because of chapter 0. In it, we see Nagito meeting Izuru for the first time (as Nagito literally says he’s never seen Izuru before), thus Izuru has not been in contact with Nagito to inform him of the plan (which actually brings into question WHY Nagito is even there/agreed to re-programming but that’s a theory for another day). We also see Nagito being very confused about Izuru’s talking about his flash drive with Junko’s AI in it. And, although he doesn’t fully understand what Izuru is planning, what he takes from it is that he’ll be able to see Junko again and get the chance of killing her himself. Izuru does not correct him or inform him of anything else. Meaning, Nagito knows absolutely nothing of the killing game he unknowingly signed up for nor of the possibility of his body being taken over by Junko.

In other words: NAGITO DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS AT ALL.

Unlike his classmates who can forgive Hajime’s actions as Izuru because yeah technically they DID agree to it, Nagito was not even informed much less had the option to say yes. You can argue that Izuru did so intentionally knowing that Nagito’s strange half-remnant state and intense resentment towards despair and Junko would have made him too much of a risk to the plan that is was better to leave him in the dark, but it still doesn’t change the fact that Nagito didn’t get a choice. Add in our previous discussion of why Nagito would be resentful towards Izuru because of all his gifted talents along with this and I’d say yeah, Nagito wouldn’t be all that welcoming toward accepting Hajime’s help post game.

This doesn’t even add in your note on pro-longing his life without his input or anything from the anime, so if Chiaki’s death was actually used as a trigger for class 77 and Izuru could have done something about it–YEAH that’s going to make the resentment exponentially worse.

So your last tidbit of Nagito getting a chance to decide something for himself just hits so strongly given he never got the chance to do so before. It’s the least he deserves now.

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Something I wondered (warning maybe a little spoilers for season 2 and lot for season 1 if you haven’t caught up or are new to the fandom) is that given that season 3, would we see characters from season 1 again or maybe even some for season 2?

I know for sure, Muriel will show up again, I hope so I love them, they’re my adopted child, and one of my favorite character from season 2 besides Maggie and Nina (I love these two so much). I hope for season 3 we get to see the dynamic with Crowley and Muriel (I’ve read some fanfic where Crowley is the unofficial official step-dad to Muriel and I love that! I want to see that bond) and maybe see them work together again. I do also want to see where their arc are going to go, I just hope nothing bad happens to them.

I think it would be very shocking if they decided to bring back say Anathema and The them. Only because it seem that their stories have been completed, it done and their going on with their lives not knowing if the world will end again. I won’t lie, I do miss them, especially the them. I think if they were to say come back to season 3 it would to maybe team with Crowley/Muriel to try to stop the end of the world all over again (especially since it evidently clear that Adam still have his power, so maybe we get to see how that goes from there) or maybe save Aziraphale (who knows). I won’t be surprised if they never come back, their stories have ended on a good note and I don’t think they would want to go through another operation stop armageddon again lol, I don’t blame them, they literally saw Satan. Fucking Satan, so I doubt they would come back but if they did, that would be a cool surprise.

Speaking of Satan, now I know he got defeated back in season 1 by Adam, I think my biggest qualm with season 1 is that we didn’t really get to see much of Satan and he seem like a wasted potential or missed opportunity however I wonder giving how it all unfolding if Satan’s going to come back and make an appearance? I mean if armageddon is getting a sequel and a possible war; you best believe we might see him again. Maybe even see God for the first time, which I do find interesting we saw Satan first but we never see what God look like. Either way, if Satan does come back, this will be one hell of a ride. Literally. But I do wonder if we get to see Beelzebub again, I mean then again given their ending with Gabriel, I don’t know, but just imagine the interaction like:

“Yeah I’m dating an Angel, an Archangel at that what of it?”

Only for Satan to say

“Uh, cool but we literally in a war against Heaven you’re bringing this up now?!”

Okay, sorry, moving on, speaking of season 2, I wonder if Maggie and Nina will come back too? I hope so, I love them, I want what they have. I do have a thought that maybe they comfort Crowley after the aftermath. I doubt they would ever want to join the whole operation: stop armageddon, but if they do, Maggie and Nina will be so badass I have faith that they will do whatever it takes to save humanity and earth (to be a  parallel of how Crowley and Aziraphale would stop at nothing to save earth even if they have to fight for it as I read a post where Nina and Maggie are very similar to Ineffable Husband and I full-heartedly agree on this!) I do hope they come back, but if they don’t, what can you do?

Now this was hinted, but I can be misreading it, but I feel we might see Aziraphale’s flaming sword again, because the sword seem integral for season 1, Aziraphale giving Adam and Eve the sword was what kickstarted Crowley and Aziraphale’s friendship, and really everything that goes from there. It make me wonder where it is now (I know with that mailman guy, but given that the four horse of the apocalypse are kinda no more, make you wonder where it is now). And we did see at the end for season 1, episode 6 that he was evidently hesitant to give it away again, does he secretly miss his sword? Does he wish he have kept it after stopping the end of the war? Whatever it was, he surely wasn’t confident on letting it go, so me thinks that we will see Aziraphale wield it again, whether it because he have to fight in this war….or maybe….he might fight against heaven? Maybe specifically metatron? Or maybe against hell? You know there so many that can go, and I am confident Neil Gaiman will do an fantastic job, and I can’t wait to see where season 3 will go (whether it get renewed or be turn into a book. Which remind me, side note: I am really hoping that the studios will be able to pay their writers and actors, im not saying it for the sake of good omens, I’m saying it for the sake of the future of writers, actors and entertainment as a whole. They deserve their flowers, the praise and a better payment. As someone who want to one day be an author and want to write shows for my stories like Neil Gaiman, it saddens me that these studios won’t even as far as give them fair payment, and my heart absolutely goes out for the writers and actors, they put in the work that make the magic happen on screen and it scares me that there uncertainties on how this will all go, and I really don’t understand how hard is it to pay your writers/actor but what I do say is I stand for the writers and actors and I am very confident that they will be able to get what they want and be able to have their well deserved spotlight. Sorry for this off topic ramble, I just needed to get that out the way.)

Back to it, I do wonder if we hastur again? I was kinda surprised we didn’t see him in season 2, not because I wanted him back, just that he play a semi- big role for season 1 so for him to not show up in season 2 is kinda like “huh, wonder what happen to him”. So I wonder if he’ll make a comeback.

I think that’s it? I mean I’m sure I’m missing someone (I was gonna mention Newton, but if anathema might come back, he might come back so eh.) but those are my thoughts, do you have a character you hope come back for season 3 that I didn’t/did mention? Or what character do you hope NOT to see again? I’m curious 👀👁️👁️

[recurring-polynya]

I'm sorry if this comes off weird, but I wanted to ask why you seem to not want to know about Can't Fear Your Own World? Do you dislike it, or it's nature as a post-series work?

So I've read a couple of the light novels and they simply do not spark joy. The plots sort of wander around, the characterization has very little to say, and they are full of what I'll call "lore dumps", where there will be a paragraph of exposition that's not integrated into the story in any sort of natural way and is frequently of the "thanks, I hate it" variety. Even though they may be "Kubo approved", or include stuff that he came up with, they completely lack his storytelling skill or the charm of his character voices. There are usually about 3-5 bits that I find charming per light novel, and about five to ten times as many that I find aggravating or off-putting (or just plain tedious or boring).

I think that a big part of it for me is that I read a lot of fanfiction and while there is an awful lot of mediocre fanfic, I have also read a lot of brilliant stories written by people who have given a ton of thought to the characters and the worldbuilding and out-of-canon adventures that these characters might go on. To me, the light novels I have read feel like finding a story on AO3 that has all my favorite tags and a cool story description, and then it turns out that I absolutely hate the writing style and direction. It feels like adding insult to injury that on top of that, I am somehow obligated to consider them canon.

To address CFYOW specifically, it does not contain any of the characters I care about. I mean, I like Shuuhei, but what I like about Shuuhei is his relationship with Izuru, Momo, and Renji. I like his job at the Seireitei Communication. I like his guitar playing and boring cooking and the goofy outfits he wears in splash pages. I could not care less about him getting bankai. I've said this before, but I would like relatively very few characters to get bankai, and he is not on my shortlist. It feels very shoehorned to me.

The plot sounds convoluted and tedious as hell. I already found the Fullbringers tedious enough when I had to read about them in the manga, I do not want to spend one more minute of my life thinking about Fullbringers.

Tokinada seems mildly interesting, but I'm pretty sure I got as much as I care to know about him from reading thru some BBS screenshots.

I hate literally every piece of Soul King-related lore I have heard come out of CFYOW. It makes me literally enjoy Bleach less.

I read a fan translation of the first couple of chapters when they came out and it barely kept my attention. I briefly considered that maybe the professional translation might be a little more readable (I say this with all love and respect for the translation I read, which was trying to keep it very close to the original), but then I have heard that Viz butchered the translation, so I feel like there's no winning there.

It's just not for me. If it were a fanfiction, I would look at the tags and description and simply keep scrolling. I wish peace and love on planet Earth to everyone who enjoyed it and any of the other light novels, but it's not something I wish to spend my time and energy on. There are so many parts and pieces of Bleach--the manga, the anime, the movies, the filler arcs, the novels, databooks, random facts Kubo spills in interviews, fanworks, etc, and I've always been of the opinion that as fans, we all have the right to pick and choose which ones we want to consume and what we want to include in our own personal canons. Further, because CFYOW is post-canon, it literally affects nothing if I ignore it. Yeah, there are a few interesting crumbs in there, like the stuff about Ikkaku and his sister and I think there's an off-hand mention of the Six Hearts gang going to the beach, but it's simply not worth it to me to read through over a thousand pages of something that I am otherwise just not interested in.

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Pilot

A/N

Hello guys, this is the first fanfic that I write so don't mind mistakes (besides english isn't my first language, sorry if this chapter sucks lol.) Also I'll use she/her pronuns in this fic and maybe there will be some physical descriptions in the next chapters but feel free to change them if you want!

One week. Just one week and Y/n would have turned 18, reaching the legal age to be floated. The idea of dying didn’t scare her like it should've, maybe because she hated every second that she spent in that crumbling cell. 

She had a roommate, a dying girl who had a fatal illness, but Y/N attacked a guard and got sent into isolation before she could watch that poor girl getting floated or dying on her own. 

She often wondered how it would feel to be out in the open space floating alongside the millions of rotting corpses of those executed before her. She knew that she would have her own answers soon, however terrifying that thought might be. Her eyes fell on that colorful dot in the middle of the dark. 

The earth, her dream.Y/N was never what you'd call a model student but the voracity with which she devoured the books on earth given to her by her father could suggest otherwise.The truth is that the earth has always fascinated her since she was a child. for Y/N who has always hated enclosed spaces, the idea of ​​being able to run free, being able to climb trees or even being able to taste those delicious fruits depicted in Earth science books was an indescribable joy for her

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden crash of the now open sliding door with two guards behind it. Before she could even ask what they were doing the guards walked towards her, asking her to give them her arm. “Like hell I am.” she said through gritted teeth with clenched fists. If there was one thing she hated it was guards who thought they could do whatever they wanted with their meager title.

 One of them had a sick smirk on his face while he handed a briefcase to the other one, ignoring her. Y/N started sweating: could it be that she counted the days wrong and that today was her 18th birthday? 

“It’s not my birthday yet, you can’t kill me!” she said, trying to be as threatening as possible while hiding the lump that was forming in her throat. The oldest guard, the one with the briefcase, gave her an annoyed look before mumbling something to the other asshole. Then he took out the case a wristband with needles on it. 

Before Y/N could even realize what she was doing she started running towards the door. The oldest guard tried to stop her but she dodged him, sending him to the ground. She took a second to look at the unconscious man in front of her, not that she felt bad for him or anything like that, before running outside her cell. Once she was in the hallway she met a scene that confused her even more than before: delinquents were taken away from their cells by the guards, who were heading towards the exit of the prigion. She started panicking while looking around when suddenly her eyes met her father’s. He looked back at her before walking towards her. 

“Shit.” Y/N mumbled under her breath before quickly turning around and starting running as fast as she could. Obviously that wasn’t fast enough. The vice chancellor held her by both arms before saying “Don’t fight them, it’s not worth it.” Y/N didn't understand what he ment. “I know you don’t understand what’s going on,” he continued almost as if he could read her mind “But you have to trust me on this. Do. Not. Fight. Them.”

 “..A-are they going to float us all?” she couldn’t help but stutter while she asked that. “No, they aren’t.” her dad replied. “You are going to the ground. All 100 of you. We think that the earth could be optimal for survival again. Try to find food, water and a shelter, don’t get into fights with the other delinquents and don’t take this off.” He said as he put the wristband around her arm. Then he quickly walked away leaving her alone with her thoughts. 

She didn’t even realize that she was walking alongside the other delinquents, her mind was racing too quickly for her to compreed. Luckily she had her diary in the pocket of her too big jacket. She started looking around again. She didn’t really know anyone in that mess although she recognized some people from earth skills class. 

It didn’t make any sense, why would the council send 100 teenagers to Earth? Why not the guards? They are surely more experienced than a group of delinquents. Then it clicked: they were sacrificable. Y/N started feeling sick. Her father agreed to send her on the ground. He agreed that she was sacrificable. 

Y/N felt an too familiar feeling rising in her chest. Rage. But this time it was different, it wasn’t just rage, it was pure animal survival instinct. She just had to try to control it like my father said, she couldn’t afford to make any mistake, she agreed as they finally arrived at the drop ship. 

But then a guard tried to shove her in it and she decided she had enough of this, enough of getting told what to do and of following orders. Everyone knew that Y/N Kane had a temper, just like her father. She knew that she should've behaved her father’s orders, that she should've just stayed quiet. But what was the point? They were already sending her to die, what more could they do?

So she clenched her fist which collided with impressive strength on the guard jaw with a revolting crunch. It felt like time stopped, the entire ship was deadly quiet as everyone stared at her in horror. Then she felt a needle in her neck. She stumbled a couple of steps before falling into someone's arms. 

What a great way to start a day.

“Y/N”

“...”

“Y/N!”

Y/N groaned in pain, opening her eyes to look at the person who dared trying to wake her up. 

“Y/N!” the voice said again. Y/N turned around her head, not being able to find the source of that voice. “Y/N don’t do it, you were sedated.” Another voice said.

“What?” she finally replied, her throat feeling sore like she slept a thousand years. She finally recognized the voices, they were coming from behind her seat. She turned around, cursing herself for not listening to the voice. 

“Jaha? Griffin?” She said, not believing that her two old best friends were on the same ship as her. “Yeah… long time no see uh?” Wells said with a sad smile. Clarke instead was just staring blankly at her with an expression that Y/N couldn’t quite read, which was strange since she was pretty observant. “What are you doing here?” Clarke finally said, giving her a suspicious look. Y/N stayed quiet for a bit. They wouldn’t understand, she thought. They already saw me knocking off a guard, they don’t need any more reason to think I’m a total basket case. 

“Stealing medicines…” she finally replied, keeping her eyes low. While Wells looked like he believed her, Clarke was looking even more suspicious than before. That girl wasn’t dumb, Y/N thought with a sigh. 

“And you? Why are you here?” she asked, trying to change the subject. “Wells got arrested for attacking a guard and… well I think you already know why I am here…” Clarke said and glanced at Wells, who looked embarrassed. “Oh shit” Y/N thought. Obviously she knew why Clarke got locked up: she knew the Ark’s secret, just like her and Wells, by what she heard. She also heard that Wells turned her father in for the same reason and judging by the embarrassed look Wells had it must be true. But she didn’t have much information since she was locked up two years ago. Y/N was so focused on thinking why Wells turned in Clarke’s father to realize that the two were now fighting. 

When she realized she turned away embarrassed and tried to comprehend what was happening. They were really going to the ground. Just as she turned back she realized a boy was staring at her. A boy who was definitely too old to be on that ship. She recognized his jacket as a guard one, even if it was too battered to be his. Only then she realized that he was talking to her but it was too late. 

“Are you deaf by any chance?” he asked.

“What?”

“I asked you a question like three times but you didn’t reply” He explained shrugging. What a rude person she thought.

“Oh sorry.” Y/N replied shortly. “What was the question?” she asked then.

“I asked if you were Marcus Kane’s daughter.” 

Oh of course, now not only was she known as a raging psychopath but people already started to recognize her, she contemplated. Being Kane’s daughter wasn’t exactly a good thing,especially in a ship full of delinquents who hated him. Fantastic.

 “You are a guard, aren’t you?” She retorted. He looked worried for a second, then nodded. What a strange group of people she thought. “Then you know who I am.” she concluded. 

“So, since I think it’s obvious you’re not one of us, how did you get in there?” she asked. She had a weird feeling about him, even though she tried to brush it off since she didn't like anyone who talked to her. He sent her a look full of terror before replying under his breath “None of your business.” She just shrugged and turned her back at him. She wasn’t really willing to make friends or to talk.  

Just as she turned around again she heard the little screen in front of her turning on, playing a speech given by the chancellor Jaha. “Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now…” he started saying. 

She closed her eyes, not really caring about what he was saying but she didn't miss the worried look on the boy from before’s face when he saw Jaha. Weird. She was almost falling asleep as she was already exhausted. 

But just when she started relaxing she heard a loud crash, followed by someone’s scream. the screen shut off and she started panicking again. At this speed they were going to crash.  Y/N gripped to her harness so hard that her knuckles turned white. Sparks started to fly and the lights went off. We entered the atmosphere, we were going to die, she thought . She closed her eyes preparing herself for the fatal crash, but it didn’t come. Well there was a crash but it wasn’t fatal. At least for her. A pair of guys were lying on the floor unconsciously. Were they dead?

The ship was deadly silent and the air smelled like fried metal and blood, a smell that made Y/N’s stomach turn in disgust. Everyone was glued to their seats, afraid that if they moved they would discover some injuries. Y/N moved her fingers and her feets, then her arms and leg, trying to find if there was a broken bone. 

When she realized that she was overall fine, even though her neck hurt like a bitch, she tried to take her harness off as quick as her shaking hand permitted and headed to the lower level. 

“Just back it up!” She heard “the guard” yell and weirdly everyone listened to him. Y/N didn’t understand what the problem was and why didn’t he just open the goddamn door but then she saw Clarke making her way down to the boy. “Stop!” She yelled “the air could be toxic.” she said.

“Just what we needed.” Y/N mumbled causing a boy behind her to laugh. She turned around to look at him. He seemed ok, beside the goggles he had on his head. “I’m Jasper, Jasper Jordan.” He said  “And this is Monty Green.” He continued, looking at the boy beside him. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” She replied, purposefully not saying her last name. Then she turned back to look at Clarke and the boy discussing if the door should be opened or not. “Bellamy?” A pretty girl said with wide eyes. She looked familiar, Y/N thought. Then it clicked. That was Octavia Blake, the girl who got hidden under the floor for 16 years. That meant that the boy was her brother. Of course now it made sense to Y/N why Bellamy was on that ship. “Oh my god, look how big you are.”Bellamy said.

She felt bad for them, maybe even a little jealous since she knew that no one would risk their life for her like Bellamy did for Octavia. Maybe it was better this way she thought, since she was damn sure she wouldn't risk anything for nobody. If there was one thing that she learnt from her father was to put herself first, if she wanted to survive. She looked away, wanting to give them their privacy, but clearly not everyone agreed with her.

“Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked Bellamy. Y/N didn’t really despise her but she had to admit that sometimes Clarke was a little bit too stiff. “Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year.” Octavia retored, clearly annoyed by Clarke's interruption.

Silence fell on the ship as everyone looked confused.

“No one has a brother!” a boy shouted. “That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden under the floor!” another girl replied.

Octavia looked furious as she was ready to attack all of them but Bellamy caught her. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” he said to her. “Like what?”

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.”

That was it. The moment that Y/N both feared and was waiting for. She could die but she could also start a new life. Bellamy opened the door and colors surrounded them. The sky was blue, the trees and grass bright green. It looked like a painting. The air was full of smells that Y/N couldn’t comprehend. Some delinquents were holding their breath, afraid that the air could be toxic.

Octavia toke a step out the ship, then another. 

She jumped out and yelled “WE’RE BACK BITCHES!”

Everyone ran towards the exit, excited to be there. Y/N started to look around once she stepped out of the ship. She covered her eyes with her arm like a shield, not familiar with the sunlight. A smile of pure joy formed on her face.

Home. She was finally home again.

It looked like they landed on a circle shaped glade with a wood around it. The sky was deep blue, the grass was green and thick. It looked like a dream, Y/N thought. 

“Wow.” she heard Wells whisper behind her.

“Yeah I know.” she replied breathlessly. 

She started to look around for Clarke, finding her tracing on a map. “Something tells me that there is bad news behind the corner, isn't there?” Y/N asked

“Yes, there is.” Clarke replied, looking worried “We landed here, and Moun Weather is there. So we need to make our way there if we want to get that food. It’s probably going to take all day to hike there.” She explained. Y/N stayed quiet, all the excitement from before vanished before she could even enjoy it. 

"We got problems. The communications system is dead. I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires." Wells announced, making his way towards us.

"Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather. See? Look. This is us. This is where we need to get to if we want to survive." Clarke replied while shooting an annoyed look at the boy. Wells obviously missed it, but Y/N surely didn't. She couldn't help but wonder what really happened between them.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Wells asked. Clarke coughed and shifted on her feets awkwardly.”Your father…” he realized. Wells looked like he wanted to say something else but Y/N pipped in, while glaring at him. “We should go now if we want to be there before night falls.” Clarke agreed and Wells just nodded, still embarrassed.

“Hey” a voice called. Y/N swiveled around and saw Jasper walking towards her alongside Monty. “I just wanted to say that what you did to that guard was cool.” he said, making Y/N smile “Thanks.” she replied.

 “Hey, cool, a map.” he continued, trying to flirt with Clarke. “They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer.” he smirked, leaving Clarke flustered. Y/N thought it was funny but Wells clearly didn’t agree.

“You mind??” he snarled to Jasper, grabbing his arm. Before Clarke or Y/N could stop him another boy jumped in the conversation, followed by a lot of other delinquents. “Hey, hey, hey, hands off of him. He's with us.” He barked at Wells. “Relax. We're just trying to figure out where we are." Wells replied, trying to sound calm. But Y/N noticed how his eyes flickered to look at the crowd that was forming around them. He was scared.

"We're on the ground. That is not good enough for you?" Bellamy said from afar, making his way with Octavia towards the crowd.

"Thanks captain obvious but I don't think that's what Wells ment." Y/N replied annoyed. Why couldn't anyone just mind their own fucking bussines she thought.

"Exactly." Wells responded, giving Y/N a silent thank you "We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority." He announced.

The crowd started whispering, worried that they weren't going to survive.

"Screw your father." Octavia retorted. "What, you think you're in charge here, you and your little Princess?"

What a group of idiots, Y/N thought. She had enough of this bullshit.

"No one fucking cares about who is in charge. We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be." She replied.

"Y/N is right. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now." Clarke added.

"I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change." Bellamy said, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. That boy was seriously starting to get on her nerves.

"You're not listening. We all need to go." Wells basically begged.

Y/N was tired of this dumb argument. This was her first day on Earth, she wasn't going to spend it with a group of imbeciles. But just as she was going away, someone pushed Wells from behind. "Look at this, everybody… The Chancellor of Earth." The boy from before said. 

The crowd immediately started cheering, clearly wanting the two of them to fight. Y/N started to walk again towards Wells to stop the other dumbass to do whatever he was going to do but someone stopped her garbing her. She wanted to whirl around and hit them but a voice inside her head told her to keep her eyes on the boy, in case he tried to attack Wells. 

The boy hit Wells in the leg, causing him to fall. But he immediately got up, even though he was clearly hurt.

"Kid's got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight?" Another boy jumped in, getting between Wells and the delinquent. A thick silence shifted on the crowd but Y/N didn't care. She freed herself with a push and hurried by Wells side, trying to help him up. 

" Uh! So Mount Weather. When do we leave?" She heard the spacewalker say to Clarke. 

"Right now. We'll be back tomorrow with food." Clarke replied. 

"Do you think you can stand?" Y/N asked Wells, trying to hide the concern in her voice. Wells was like her brother before she got locked up, and even though they weren’t friends anymore she still worried for him sometimes.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry, I've got this." Wells said, giving her a small smile.

"Don't even think about it. You aren't coming." Clarke instructed. "Neither are you, you have to keep an eye on him." Clarke said to Y/N, which caused her to roll her eyes. "I think that we are both capable of making our decisions for ourselves thank you." She replied. If there was one thing that she definitely didn't need was following someone else's orders.

"But yeah, I think I'll stay. Someone has to keep an eye on them." She concluded, eyeing Bellamy and his crowd. 

"Well need more people." Clarke said, ignoring Y/N comment. She knew that her and Y/N weren't exactly friends but she didn't expect her to be so hostile. It hurted a bit, but Y/N wasn’t nice to anyone so Clarke didn’t take it too personally. She sounds just like Kane, Clarke thought before looking at Finn, waiting for a solution.

Finn grabbed Monty and Jasper and turned back to Clarke "Four of us. Can we go now?"

"Sounds like a party. Make it five." Octavia said.

"Ok then let's go." Clarke said, giving one last look to Wells and Y/N, who was too absorbed in biting her nails to notice it.

As the group walked away, Wells looked at the girl that he once defined almost like a sister. Sure, Y/N wasn't exactly a pleasant person but he knew that she would protect him. At least he hoped since he had a broken leg and Y/N was the only one who wasn’t a complete stranger, or worse, one of Murphy’s minions. 

"So, how's your leg?" Y/N suddenly asked, which made Wells jump in surprise. She surely was scarier than he remembered. 

"It's not that bad, I think I can walk." He replied. It was a lie. It hurted like hell, but Wells didn't want to look weak. 

"That's good. See you later." Y/N replied, walking away. 

Both of them were completely unaware of Bellamy's piercing gaze, who studied them on the other side of the camp. He couldn't help but wonder why the son of the Chancellor and the daughter of the Vice Chancellor were on Earth. They were privileged in Bellamy's eyes, so why where they sent to die like the rest of them. It brushed it off, saying to himself that as long as they didn't get in his way they weren't his problem.

Y/N spent the rest of her day going around the camp and picking some sticks to make a bow and some arrows. She wanted to go hunting as soon as possible, just to see what animals were like. Then she climbed up a small tree to try to build her bow but just as he was about to begin she saw an unknowing Wells walking towards Murphy and his group. Sounds like troubles, Y/N thought as she climbed down the tree, walking towards Wells. 

“Oh hey Y/N.” Wells greeted her.

“Hey Wells.” Y/N said, her eyes not leaving Murphy’s figure. 

“Still keeping an eye on them uh?” Wells asked, causing Y/N to briefly look at him.

“I don’t trust them.” She replied. 

“Neither do I.” Wells concluded.

“Find any water yet?” Murphy asked, making his way towards them.

“No, not yet, but, I'm going back out if you want to come.” 

Murphy cruckled, not really amused but more pissed off. 

He hated privileged people, with their ridiculous problems and their new clothes, but most of all he hated the Chancellor and his Vice. So, since he couldn’t personally fight them he was going to give their progeny a hard time. That’s what he thought as he stopped right before Y/N, who was giving him an irritated look.

“You know, my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him.” Murphy said to a stunned Wells. “And, if I’m not wrong your daddy was the one who exposed him.” He continued, now speaking to Y/N, who was too tired to give a fuck. After he seen that neither of them was going to react he signaled his minions to move, just to reveal an engraved inscription on the drop ship’s wall

“First son, first to dye” It said.

Murphy shot Y/N a triumphant smile, waiting for her to snap at him. Y/N instead just said “Although I'm surprised that you neanderthals can write I would like to inform you that you misspelled die.” Before walking away. 

"Geniuses." Wells added before following her.

The night came pretty fast and with that another problem, that obviously included Murphy and Bellamy.

Y/N had just finished making her arrows on her tree when she saw a crowd of people around the bonfire. She didn’t quite understand what was going on but as soon as she recognized Murphy and Bellamy among them she quickly made her way towards the crowd, knowing that they were bad news.

Y/N stood behind the crowd still not understanding what the fuck were they doing so she garbed a poor girl who walked past her and asked her what was going on, but the girl run away. Weird. 

She decided that if she wanted more information she had to get nearer the bonfire. Just as she got there she noticed Murphy and his friends with a girl she didn’t know who just had her wristband removed. 

Oh no.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She heard a voice say. She turned around trying to find the source of those wise words and of course it was Wells. Y/N was starting to think they were the only people with the thinnest bit of brain on heart at this point.

“We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?” Bellamy replied smirking, as he made his way towards Wells. At the same time Y/N decided to walk to him, wanting to be there if the idiot tried to attack him. 

“It looks like you're trying to get us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying.” Y/N quickly answered, looking furious as she did.

“So?” Murphy asked, looking annoyed.

“So no one is going to follow us here if they think it's not safe.” Y/N shot back. She wasn’t going to give up easily. 

“We don’t need the Ark’s help. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?” Bellamy yelled to the crowd. A choir of enthusiastic voices raised from the crowd.

“You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers. I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?” Wells replied.

“Yeah and then what, do you think that they will forget our crimes? Maybe they’ll forget yours or hers but they’ll never forgive us.” Bellamy said, his eyes full of anger.

“Why can’t you understand that there won’t be forgiveness for anyone if the Ark doesn’t come down?” Y/N asked Bellamy. 

“He’s lying to you, we won’t be able to survive more than a month without the Ark’s help.” she continued, not even giving Bellamy the time to reply to her question.

Silence fell on the crowd as everyone watched her. She turned around just to find Wells staring at her. He gave her a small nod, as if he was encouraging her to talk.

“The Ark is dying.” Y/N announced. "Within 3 months there won't be any oxygen and everyone on the Ark will die.”

Worried murmurs started to spread among the crowd.

“That’s why we are here, that’s why it is so goddamn important that you keep those wristbands on. Because they are our future. No, we are our future. We are the last chance of the human race. So, if you want to condemn thousands of people go ahead, but just know that you are no better than the Chancellor then.” She concluded.

Murphy shot Bellamy a worried glance before yelling “Don’t listen to her.” 

But it was too late. The crowd was already walking away, no longer interested in killing their own families.

That’s when Bellamy realized that he had to overcome an even more powerful speech.

“Murphy’s right. Don’t listen to her. She’s Macrus Kane's daughter, she's privileged. She doesn’t understand our struggles, she doesn’t understand our fears. She will be forgiven by the second the Ark steps here. She says we need to save our people. I say my people are already down here. Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child.” Bellamy said before turning to Y/N and Wells and walking towards them. 

“Your fathers did that.”

“They didn’t write the laws.” Wells said, stepping between Y/N and Bellamy before one of them could beat the other one up.

“No. They enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws.” Bellamy concluded before turning again toward the crowd. “Here, we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want.” The crowd started cheering like crazy. Then he turned to Y/N, completely ignoring Wells.

“You don't have to like it, Kane. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want.” He said, staring at her dead in her eyes.

“Oh trust me I will.” She hissed through her teeth, her worlds barely audible due to the tumult around them. Bellamy was ready to shoot back but was interrupted by thunder.

It was raining. Real rain was falling over them.

Y/N felt all her rage being washed away as the rain fell on her.

She barely heard Wells and Bellamy arguing but she didn’t care. Not anymore. This was too beautiful to waste it over a stupid argument. She was surprised of herself, normally she would’ve picked an argument over anything. Maybe Earth was really changing her. Or maybe she hit her head during the landing and didn’t realize it until now.

With that thought she went to sleep, and for the first time in months she slept well.

Bellamy on the other hand was anything but calm. Yes he won the argument, but he almost lost it too. And he couldn’t afford that, not if he wanted to survive down there. Maybe they were right, maybe the Ark would forgive their crimes. But not his. 

“What are we going to do with them?” Murphy asked.

“I’ll fight Jaha when he’ll be able to walk again, that'll teach him a lesson.”

“He’s not the one I’m talking about.” Murphy replied, looking at Y/N, who was now trying to build a tent for the night. “I’m talking about her. She’s the problem. She almost won tonight.”

“We can’t let her win again, not if we want to rule down there.” Bellamy solemnly said. He didn’t expect Kane to be such a threat for his plan.

Now there was just one thing to do: take her and Jahas wristbands. Bellamy knew that he couldn’t afford another night like this, and it fucking terrified him. But he couldn’t show it, he was their leader. 

He immediately found Jaha and quickly toke his wristband, threatening him with a gun.

But no matter how hard he looked for Y/N, he couldn’t find her, and it was making him furious. 

“How do you think you can take it without her biting your head off?” Murphy kept asking, following Bellamy around the camp like a lost puppy. “You saw her on the drop ship didn’t you? She went completely psycho just because a guard tried to touch her… I don’t know man, maybe we should take just Jaha’s wristband. From what I heard Kane doesn’t even care about his daughter…” Murphy continued. But Bellamy wasn’t listening to him, his mind was focused on finding that psychotic bitch.

“Maybe we shoul-”

“Listen man, I don’t care if you are scared of that little lunatic but I’m taking her wristband even if I have to cut her hand off, got it?” he snapped. 

“Maybe for tonight I will only take Jaha’s but trust me when I tell you that I will get that damn wristband.” He concluded, before storming off to his tend.

[tessiete]

One Hell of a Fanfic

So, completely unbeknownst to me, the podcast One Hell of a Fanfic took the time to read and discuss my fic The Eternal Spring. It’s an older fic – I think my first real foray into SW as an author – and it shows. But the wonderful hosts, Steph and Lauren, found it, read it, and talked about it here.

This new podcast focuses on SW fic exclusively, and is an absolute delight to listen to. As a reader, it gives you insight into the experience of reading the story and introduces you to work you might have missed. And as an author…wow.

It’s like when someone leaves you an essay in your comment section. Chef’s kiss.

Anyway, because I love to talk about process and intent, and because I love to talk about stories, and because while listening to this episode I had so many moments of “YES BUT DID YOU SEE THE BIT WHERE I –” I’ve decided to write up a little response going into detail about what Lauren and Steph discovered while reading The Eternal Spring.

I’ll try and organise it, too, by sort of keeping to the five categories they break their episodes into. So here goes:

CANON

Right off the bat, this section made me question everything about myself, my writing, and what on earth I was doing. Both Lauren and Steph mentioned how incredibly deep the lore is, how many Easter Eggs I included, and how I blended canon, Legends, and fanon into a unique lore of its own.

This is wild to me because I’d never thought of that.

Listen, I’ve got a very complicated relationship with canon. I treat it as equal to Legends, and fanon. To my mind, it’s no better, no more real, no more accurate than Legends is, or even fanon. In fact, I’m of the opinion that fanon occasionally has the absolute best take on a character.

For instance, Obi-Wan having precognitive dreams. Sorry, that’s real to me. That’s true. 

And you’ll see this come up as a given in my work all the time. I hardly even think about it anymore. So that’s one way in which these different sources are pulled together – unconsciously.

However, I won’t deny there was conscious reference to two fan works specifically. Those being Tatooine Slave Culture (created by fialleril), and more significantly the Lineage series (Jedi Apprentice rewrites by ruth baulding). I am a huge Jedi Apprentice fan, and a huge ruth baulding fan. I know JA especially has its haters, but I love it (for reasons I will not go into here for the sake of HA! brevity).

I know TSC especially has faced controversy in the past for appropriation and insensitivity, though admittedly, I was unaware of that at the time of writing this story. I had just entered the fandom much like a bull enters a china shop. I made a lot of missteps. That said, I don’t think I use TSC culture with any significant overstep in this story (as it is largely only referenced by people outside of the culture), and so while I probably wouldn’t do it again, I don’t feel it’s detrimental in this case.

Ruth Baulding, however, is perfect. While the Lineage series is extremely whump-heavy (heads up should you go looking), there is one story in particular where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon visit The Stewardship of Terajon (StewJon) and encounter Obi-Wan’s birth family. While Qui-Gon handles it with a quiet and permissive grace, Obi-Wan is reflexively defensive and hostile, especially when he finds out that SPOILERS his family is on the opposite side of the conflict. They do no support the Republic, while Obi-Wan has dedicated his life to it. Qui-Gon recognises that their reasons are legitimate and ideologies are not so black and white as good and evil. Obi-Wan, however, cannot reconcile the idea that his family are so-called traitors. They end up finding an uneasy peace where Obi-Wan tells his parents that Qui-Gon is and has always been a father to him, and Obi-Wan’s mother makes him promise that if he ever needs help he will ask her for it.

I really wanted to write a story where he does that.

Partly because I wanted to depict an Obi-Wan who had grown into a maturity that could handle shades of grey, especially in politics, and partly because this story is so much about parents and their children, absence and presence and legacy, that I felt Ue, his mother, needed to be there for it.

Side note: I will forever cling to ruth baulding's conjecture that Obi-Wan is named for the obiwan flowers that grow on Stewjon. IRL our obiwan flowers look similar to how she describes them!

As for Qui-Gon and his love of plants – I don’t know.

I think this is a blend of fanon and Legends that I’ve once again just taken on board as fact, and only with this podcast am I compelled to examine it.

Though recently contradicted by LFL canon (In CG’s Master&Apprentice), fanon loooooong held that Obi-Wan was the one with a connection to prophecy and Qui-Gon was Master of Living in the Moment. I really love the tension this creates between them, and that’s why I keep it.

To that end, Qui-Gon is very frequently depicted in fanon as being Super Into Plants. He’s like, the Order’s #1 Plant Dad. His rooms are full of plants, and he is deeply connected to the Living Force.

In the Jedi Apprentice novels, Obi-Wan is almost sent to live as a farmer in the AgriCorps, and he is convinced he’d be a terrible farmer.

I kind of connected these two dots to suggest that much as Obi-Wan still ends up on Tatooine, he also still ends up a farmer. Qui-Gon taught him the horticulture he was so afraid of finding on Bandomeer, and Tatooine sees him eventually relying on those skills for survival. 

This ties into one of the things I wanted to grapple with in this fic. Free will vs. Destiny. I think, ultimately, this story’s perspective on it is that destiny = destination. You are always going to the same place. But the journey itself is free will. How you get there, which path you take, and what you learn from it – that’s all on you. 

And if we believe that it’s not about the destination, but the journey, then isn’t that the same as free will after all?

Anyway. 

That said, Steph and Lauren point out several times that this complex mingling of lore leads to much confusion AND that if you’re not acquainted with even something as (to me) ubiquitous as The Clone Wars, then much of it won’t land.

On the one hand, this is intentional. I love Easter Eggs, but I’m staunchly of the opinion that Easter Eggs aren’t meant to be found by everyone. They’re for the dedicated readers, the hyperfixaters, the deep-divers, the re-readers. I think Easter Eggs aren’t PointingLeos so much as they are sly winks, and things that make returning to a story rewarding. Every time you come back, you find something new. They’re meant to increase the longevity of novelty. And that’s how I try to use them.

THAT SAID I 100% TOOK IT FOR GRANTED THAT EVERYONE HAS THE SAME KNOWLEDGE BASE AS I DO.

In retrospect, that’s ridiculous. This is what I mean by saying they made me question my whole approach to fic. I didn’t think that TCW was a deep-cut. I didn’t think that Siri Tachi and her mandrangea beans were unknown, or that Obi-Wan loving muja fruit was obscure.

And that’s on me. That’s my bad. Because objectively, Lauren and Steph are absolutely right. That is so much information to expect a reader to have as a baseline, and dramatically decreases the size of the demographic I’m reaching.

Do I regret it? ….nnnooooo?

But I will absolutely be more mindful of that in the future. I think that’s a hugely important lesson for me to take from this. It’s not just a “My perspective isn’t everyone’s perspective” but a “Not everyone has been hyperfixating on the exact shade of orange in a Tatooine sunset since they were five, please provide some context thank you”.

EXPANDING THE LORE

Okay, I really wanted to address this, because in a previous episode, Lauren and Steph discuss World Without End by disasterisms. Specifically, they mention their love of mythology and how interesting it is that WWE is a retelling of the Hades/Persephone story.

And it had me frantically raising my hand like a pick-me!

So, fun fact, The Eternal Spring is also based on a Greek myth. Specifically, the myth of Psyche and Eros. In the original story, Psyche marries Eros but swears never to look on his face. She can’t deal with the curiosity however, and one night as he’s sleeping, she holds her torch over his head to get a look. He’s beautiful. But oil from her lamp drips onto him and he wakes, fleeing until she atones for her crime by completing a series of Impossible Tasks.

I love Impossible Tasks.

And more, I loooove hanging my stories on the preexisting structures of other works.

The Forlorn Queen is a long-form poem I wrote that is meant to be a Nabooian version of Psyche and Eros. In it, the unnamed Queen is assigned four Impossible Tasks that all correlate to the tasks of Psyche.

Sort seeds from sand

Retrieve the Golden Fleece

Collect water from a sacred spring

Steal the Beauty of Perspephone 

In the fic, these are played out by Padme in variously metaphorical ways. In the first, she literally has to sort the seeds from the sand after a sandstorm destroys their burgeoning garden. But more than re-enacting this myth, each task is meant to explore some emotional challenge in how she copes and reconciles her grief.

Sorting seeds from sand is a metaphor for her sorting out her priorities. What is alive still? What is worth saving? How closely she has to examine the sand, how long it takes, how tedious it is – this is all a reflection of her looking at her own life, her own struggles, and sorting out what she needs vs. what she wants.

Likewise, she retrieves the Golden Fleece/Golden Scale (saves Boil from the chip and his own lack of purpose, his transformation symbolised by him painting his armour [his scales] gold and taking on Padme’s commission, which is also the Mandalorian colour for vengeance). By sending Boil after Obi-Wan she is bringing water to the goddess (relief to Obi-Wan). And finally, the task that Psyche fails is the one Padme fails, also – at least, she cannot do it alone. This is about the acceptance of death and the loss of youth. This is Padme not joining the rebellion, and Obi-Wan reconciling with Qui-Gon.

Greek myths don’t directly correspond with symbolism as we understand it today, so yeah, I had to do a bit of research and even more extrapolation to get these tasks to mean more than simply Things To Accomplish, but that was always the intent. This story was always a myth – just as Revenge of the Sith (esp. As written by Matthew Stover) is explicitly Greek in its framing as a tragedy.

WHEW! Onto the fun stuff!

CHARACTERS

The thing that struck me most here was Lauren and Steph’s breakdown of small action vs. big action, and how they both agreed that it was sometimes difficult to follow and occasionally off-putting. Small action is the emotional conflicts deeply examined, while big action is like, the pew-pews.

They are totally correct in their assessment.

I could say that I think this is something that the OT and PT especially do. A New Hope, especially, spends what modern audiences would consider a loooong time without any significant Big Action, and the PT really struggles with pacing. It’s something sort of inherent to SW, and I really wanted this fic to feel like SW. It wasn’t entirely unintentional on my part to give you a lot of small action and then suddenly drop in big action…

Buuuuuuut it wasn’t entirely intentional, either.

You know, in writing this fic, I was constantly, constantly afraid it was incredibly boring. You can see it in my ANs. The small action is what I live for, but I was scared no one would want to read it if I stayed there.

So I think this is honestly more a reflection of my own insecurity than it is a deliberate reflection of Star Wars itself.

Again, a lesson. And something to keep in mind!

OMG ALL THAT NONSENSE! If you’re still here, well, I got more!

FAVOURITE SCENES

Qui’s ghost

I am so happy Lauren loved this scene. This was the scene that I first envisioned, this was the scene that I was always writing towards, this scene, to me, is what Star Wars is all about.

And yes, I am actually George Lucas.

For more wild speculations of mine that have since been canonized by LFL please see Only Hope (including, weirdly, Mandalorians being super into culture soups…so…HMU Kathleen!)

But yeah, I love Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. When I was writing this story I was deep into the QuiObi fandom, and I just really loved any and every expression of love and intimacy between them (platonic or otherwise).

Again going back to Legends, for me, I always loved the idea that Obi-Wan is frequently driven by his desire to be good for Qui-Gon. A good padawan, a good knight, a good Jedi. A good person. In JA he has to beg to be his padawan, and never really seems to feel like he measures up to Qui-Gon’s expectations. He wasn’t wanted and he worries that Qui-Gon’s disinterest in him never changed.

To me, it’s very obvious that Qui-Gon does want him. Very early on. But to a young teen, and someone so deeply insecure as Obi-Wan, it’s hard to see. 

I LOVE THAT TENSION.

And I felt Obi-Wan really needed his dad to give him a hug at the end of it all.

The idea that Qui-Gon has always been with Obi-Wan is…I mean, I think that’s just intrinsic to their story. It’s weird because I can see how it looks like I “Just Knew” but I think everyone knew because it’s sort of the inevitable conclusion to their journey together. Qui-Gon literally defies death in order to be with Obi-Wan. I can’t think of any greater expression of love and devotion than that…and yet, Obi-Wan still needs it spelled out for him.

ANYWAY I COULD TALK ABOUT THEM ALL DAY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I’m very happy it made you two cry.

KORKIE IS A KENOBI

Look, I’m not even being ironic about it anymore. I love Korkie Kenobi. I believe in Korkie Kenobi. Korkie Kenobi is the best, most under-utilised, over-disparaged, misunderstood storyline that Star Wars never took.

As I briefly mentioned before, this story is really about parents and their kids. It was not an indulgence but an acute necessity that Korkie be a Kenobi in this fic. I’m not saying that because I love the theory (though I do), but because thematically it is imperative that Obi-Wan sees himself as a son, a brother, and a father. That he understand he is part of a family of blood, of duty, of choice, of circumstance. That he knows he is connected to the Force, to the world, and to the people around him. That we all are. That we owe ourselves to the people around us. That nothing ends, and everything continues. 

That absence is not oblivion. 

And Korkie specifically fits into that theme in the way he and Obi-Wan are connected despite Obi-Wan’s own ignorance. He is biologically present (by blood), he is spiritually present (in Korkie’s Force sensitivity), and he is emotionally present (in the way Korkie was raised watching him, being inspired by him, holding him up as a model of bravery and integrity – despite Obi-Wan not physically being there to parent him, he still was formative in Korkie’s emotional development and, to me, that’s massively important).

I really, really dislike the notion that Korkie being Obi-Wan’s son inherently frames Obi-Wan as a neglectful and dead-beat parent. What a small way to look at someone’s impact on others. What a cruel way to frame purpose, duty, and obligation. What a sexist way to ignore Satine’s importance and capability. What a mean way to dismiss the experiences of so many readers and people who grew up in single-parent homes for whatever reason.

My mum works in medicine. She missed a lot of school concerts, a lot of bedtimes, a lot of birthdays because she was SAVING LIVES. My dad explained this to me as a small child, and even as a small child, I understood. I got it. Kids aren’t dumb, and I knew a lot of kids in similar situations – we’re not traumatised.

Never mind the kids who had a parent die, or deployed, or transferred. It’s hard to be a parent, and yes, some parents are uninterested and dead-beats. But that neglect is not defined by their absence.

PERSONAL PET PEEVE EXORCISED THROUGH KORKIE

I tried to really connect things here by having Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan mirror Obi-Wan and Korkie. Just as Obi-Wan was simultaneously present and absent in Korkie’s life, so too is Qui-Gon present and absent in Obi-Wan’s.

There’s a little moment where Obi-Wan’s mother, Ue, reassures Korkie that he’s wanted. Obi-Wan will not reject him. She tells him, “You are not a consequence, or a punishment, aso-aso,” she murmurs. “And I don't see that any parent could hold you any less than the very best of all beloved things.”

Then, at the end of the story, Qui-Gon uses the same words telling Obi-Wan, “Never think, my dearest Ben, that you are anything less than best beloved of my very heart.”

(“Best Beloved” btw is very much stolen from Kipling)

As for him taking the Kenobi name – hey man, we need more Kenobis.

But I love the bravery it takes because, as the hosts mention, it puts a big target on his back in a galaxy where the most powerful Force user is constantly on the look out for Kenobi.

And, in fact, if you’re curious, I explored the possibility of Vader finding Korkie first here: Or Else I Shall Be Lost

HERE there was also another lesson: 

Steph and Lauren discussed the revelation of Korkie’s Force Sensitivity, and how it was confusing until the very end when I explicitly commented on it.

I TOTALLY DIDN’T REALIZE THIS WAS CONFUSING because mostly, I didn’t realise that I was writing a mystery.

BUT I WAS! Holy heck! I’m honestly surprised. Another like, surprising reframing of my own intentions and process. Because looking back, they’re totally right.

Kind of in line with using lore I like without explanation or justification, I also like referencing things I as the author know to be true but without actually telling the audience. In this case, I used wild coincidence as a thin cover for Force sensitivity, not revealing that had been intentional until the end.

Of course, in my head I was like, “Ha! Another clue! They’ll be putting this puzzle together by now” without accounting for the fact that I never told anyone there was a puzzle to begin with.

Not sure how I’ll address that in future fic, but it’s…it’s really something to think about. Is it a mystery if you don’t tell your audience something needs to be investigated? 

NUMA REFERENCE

I honestly can’t remember, but I think Kano is canon….or Legends…and was there on Ryloth. I love using clones that make sense, even if they’re lesser known. It makes me feel less like someone’s got plot armour and more that they were lucky which was also why I used Boil. I know, having been in fandom for ages now, that fandom would’ve preferred Cody be the clone to find Padme on Tatooine and go after Obi-Wan, but like…

Look, I’m super proud that fandom has made Cody the character he is, but canonically, most of that doesn’t exist.

Canonically, the clones assigned to cover Obi-Wan’s back are Waxer and Boil.

And I think Waxer dies, right? So the only clone that made sense to me, as a fandom newbie, was Boil. It had to be Boil.

And his relationship with Numa cemented that. Because Numa is – in a way – his daughter. The same way Leia is. She is the inheritor of whatever is left after the war. Numa lives, but what of Ryloth? Did she survive the rest?

I think that moment is the one, uncomplicated victory that Boil looks back on to ground himself. He can look at Ryloth and think “We did the right thing” because after that, everything gets complicated. And that’s the thing that convinces Kano to help them, also. The desire to believe they’ve done good. Simple, uncomplicated good.

QUESTIONS

Okay, I really wanted to address this next part – Lauren and Steph were so unconvinced that Padme would stay on Tatooine and not join the Rebellion.

You guys, I was SCREAMING!

And again, they weren’t wrong. I can totally see how they came to that conclusion, how Padme’s choice felt OOC and wrong, and how it does contradict everything we know of her from canon.

And while I have no intention of changing their interpretations of canon, or of my fic I sooooo want to discuss it from my POV. And you know what, again – my bad for not articulating it in a clear enough way. I would probably rewrite this scene if I were to do it again.

Because that contradiction is the point.

This isn’t what Padme would choose. Like she says, she thinks about it. She thinks about going to Bail. That’s her first thought.

But, this fic is meant to show why she can’t.

It’s not that the destination has changed, but she has.

Technically, this fic takes place over the course of a full year. It’s vaguely charted in the growth of the twins (again, tess, you can’t just assume everyone knows baby milestones). At the beginning, Padme is in a state of shock. And so is Obi-Wan…

Let’s get into the kiss.

In a fit of just, complete upset, Padme slaps Obi-Wan. And then she kisses him. She says she hates him. And he does nothing.

This takes place about thhhhhreeeeeeeee??? Months into their time on Tatooine, and for this whole time, Obi-Wan has really done nothing but exist on a cursory, polite surface level. He smiles because it is expected. He farms because he must. He wakes up and functions but he says absolutely nothing about what they’ve gone through.

And Padme cannot stand it anymore.

She feels like she’s on her own. And she tries to make him react. In this, I really wanted to show just how well suited Anakin and Padme were to each other. She likes Obi-Wan. She’s glad he’s with her, but she needs to see him hurt. Because she hurts.  She absolutely takes it WAY TOO FAR.

Obi-Wan turns inward in his pain. Padme explodes outward.

Well, she wants to.

But she CAN’T. Because she has the twins.

Obi-Wan gets to be an automaton, but Padme has to be a mother. She has to engage with Beru and Owen. She has to negotiate at the market. She has to feed, and clothe, and raise her children. She has to BE PRESENT ALL THE TIME. She doesn’t get to be numb.

Is it a comment on the division of emotional labour between men and women? Yyyyyes? But not in a derogatory way. Obi-Wan went through the same thing when Anakin was little and Qui-Gon died, but the difference is this time, Obi-Wan doesn’t have the purpose Padme has. She has the twins. Obi-Wan feels he is entirely superfluous.

This is all related to those messy emotions Lauren and Steph mentioned and which I really love to write. People – even good people – can be ugly. I love it. I truly believe there are no bad emotions, no bad traits. Everything evolved to keep you alive, to protect you. Obi-Wan protects himself with little cruelties. Padme lashes out.

I’m so happy the I hate you moment hit! I thought it was so sick. Had to do it. 

And emotions are also inconsistent, even if motivation or ideology remains stable. So like, the part where Padme looks at Obi-Wan sleeping and is very empathetic – she’s still centering herself. She’s looking at him from the perspective of a mother, and imagining his mother. She is kind and generous in her assessment of him and his suffering here, and at other times, but…

She’s very conscious of it. Obi-Wan is vulnerable in sleep. It’s easy to be kind then. And later, she has all of Anakin’s insight into Obi-Wan, and a lot more patience than Anakin ever had. She understands how Obi-Wan copes. She lets him do what he needs to.

But MONTHS pass. And she’s so tired of carrying it all. She runs out of patience.

Anyway. 

Anakin betrays them. And Padme can do nothing.

Obi-Wan leaves. And Padme can do nothing.

Padme is so frequently stripped of agency by circumstance, and you’re right – in canon, she fights that! She leaps into the fray and takes control.

But she has twins now. Her purpose, but also her burden.

She can’t join the Rebellion. Where would they go? How would they live? Who would take care of Luke and Leia?

If they go to Alderaan, they put a huge target on Bail and intense scrutiny on the Rebellion. They also bring themselves into direct contact with the Empire. If Vader got even a hint that Padme lived he would not stop until she was in his custody. If he knew he had kids? If he knew they were with Obi-Wan? It’s way too dangerous. They are a huge liability. She is a huge liability.

As Luke says, if there’s a bright spot in the galaxy then Tatooine is the place that’s furthest from it.

Tatooine is SAFE. Vader won’t go there, and the Empire doesn’t care about it. Is it run by the Hutts? Yeah. But better Hutts than the Empire, especially because the Hutts don’t care about the little people living day to day. Padme can give the kids a quiet, boring life on Tatooine. She can keep them safe.

And as she sorted the seeds from the sand in chapter one, THAT is her priority. Her kids. They have no one else, and furthermore, if their existence were known they would be targeted, captured, and killed – or worse. She wants to join the Rebellion. She would. But she can’t because she needs to keep Luke and Leia safe.

While Obi-Wan’s reason for staying on Tatooine is a passing on of legacy, and setting down the burden of war (he’s done his time), Padme’s reason for staying is a reassessment of her priorities. Hers is a maturation of responsibility. Sometimes, we can’t do what we want. It sucks. But we’re adults.

“Living in Squalor” though made me LAAAAAAUGH! You’re so right. 

Oh my gosh, she’s tandem carrying! That’s the term. Hahahaha, yeah, poor girl. Lots of tandem carrying, but once Obi-Wan’s back, they’re basically a two-parent household. Plus, the fic sees them building that community. There’s Korkie, there’s Boil, there’s Beru and Owen. Padme screams at Obi-Wan that she’s alone, but by the end she’s not.

And like, in terms of practicality, I think Owen? Obi-Wan? I think there’s mention of them “digging out the cellar”. The idea is that more than half the house is buried, but once they dig out the cellar and reinforce the walls down there, there’s a significant chunk of living space they can utitilise (ie. at least one, if not two bedrooms underground where it’s cooler like we see in the Lars house in ANH).

But yeah, babies in the haffa chest for now!

QUAINT CABIN NOT SQUALOR! 

Lastly, Owen and Beru! Ahahahahaha, I’m so happy Lauren and Steph were charmed by them. And I love their insight on the inversion of protection. In canon, Obi-Wan is there protecting them, but in Eternal Spring, the Lars’ are very much protecting Obi-Wan (and Padme). I thought that was really insightful. God, I love clever readers!

I just quickly wanted to touch on Owen’s grudge against Obi-Wan because yeah, it’s totally silly. I imagine Owen as being very typically masculine, and Tatooine culture being pretty big into gender-roles, though the expression of those roles may not fall directly in line with gender presentation (but that’s another topic).

Anyway, Owen is a dude’s dude. A guy’s guy. You know - a Man™. 

And Obi-Wan is………SO SOFT.

This dude comes into Owen’s house with Trauma. He’s soft-spoken, and polite. He doesn’t speak much, and when he does it’s with a cut-glass accent that sounds so out of place. He listens without interrupting, he doesn’t make ribald jokes. 

And he’s got magic powers.

There are ten thousand Jedi in the entire galaxy. Owen met Anakin once, and he went off the deep end.

Obi-Wan freaks him out. He’s so weird. He is not the kind of person Owen knows how to deal with, and he’s certainly not the kind of guy Owen can relate to. And Beru says to be gentle. Gentle? On Tatooine?

As we see when he’s coaching Padme, Owen doesn’t believe that gentleness or mercy have any place out here. 

The secret is, Owen’s SUPER SOFT underneath. And Beru knows this. Hence why she keeps encouraging Owen to take care of Obi-Wan, to bring him out to mingle with other people. Beru sees that Obi-Wan is collapsing in on himself, and is trying to get Owen to draw him out.

When he nearly dies, Owen is more angry that they almost died. Not at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan is just a convenient punching bag because he doesn’t punch back. If he did, Owen would know how to respond – he’d buy him a drink, and shake his hand.

I think, underneath, Owen really likes Obi-Wan (and we see this at the end when he’s jealous that Obi-Wan went to visit his blood brother, AtasOWEN – an alternate Owen, and also a reference to the old Legends lore that Owen Lars was Kenobi’s half-brother). Owen wants to be Obi-Wan’s family, and he gives him the gift of brotherhood (he tells the whole town that they’re related to protect him, yes, but also because he’s claiming that title). It’s very much one of those “Hey! No one gets to pick on my idiot brother, except me!”

The same way he is gruff and blunt to Luke in ANH, Owen is the same way with Obi-Wan. “Too much of his father in him.” Too much of Anakin in everyone for Owen’s taste. 

But that, again, is on the author to make clear! All these lessons. I’m so thankful that I had this opportunity to listen to such a generous and in-depth analysis of my fic. It’s been fun, informative, and genuinely really instructive in the most supportive and uplifting way.

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May the Force be with you!

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This is my first original fanfic. I am not very good at English, but I will try my best to learn it well. If you have any suggestions or comments, please let me know in the comment section. Thank you for your patience in reading my fanfic. I hope you like it 😘———————————————————————————

Only you.

Part 01

Jack Morrison x Y/N x Slightly Genji Shimada

The story of your relationship with Jack Morrison and Genji Shimada after become Overwatch member.

In the cafeteria of Overwatch headquarters ——

"Y/N! Thank you for your hard work on this mission!" Mercy said excitedly.

"Thank you. I didn't expect this task to take so long." You said.

"Honey! Your sudden loss of contact really scared me! I thought you couldn't come back!" Tracer said nervously.

"Don't say such unlucky words, Tracer!" Mercy complains.

At this time, I saw Ana coming towards me.

"Ah! You are here! Agent Y/N. Jack is looking for you. Is it convenient to meet him in his office now?" Ana said with a smile.

"Is he looking for me? What's the matter?" You whispered doubtfully.

"It seems that he is going to assign you a new task." Ana said.

"Please wait a minute, Y/N just came back from the last mission... Is it going to be on a mission so soon? Jack is so damned. He doesn't give you any rest. " Mercy said doubtfully.

"Ana, can anyone else take over?" Tracer asked.

"That's right, but it's strange that this task actually indicates that Y/N should be dispatched. I'll talk to Jack to see if can change someone else to take over the task." Ana said.

"Well, everyone, I'm fine. I believe that Jack is suddenly in a hurry to ask me to go on a mission he has his reason. " You said with a smile.

You waved goodbye to Mercy and Tracer, then followed Ana to Jack's office.

Knock.knock.

"Captain, are you looking for me?" You knock on the door and say.

"Please come in, Agent Y/N. Welcome back to the team and thank you for your hard work on the last task. And Ana, I'm sorry to trouble you." Jack said seriously.

"It doesn't matter. Then I'll leave first and let you two talk slowly." Ana said with a smile and left Jack's office.

After Ana closed the door ——

"Why are you still standing stupidly? Sit down, Sweetheart." Jack said with a smile.

"Can you please stop calling me "sweetheart", Morrison? It's inexplicably funny from your mouth." You sit down and say.

"Hahahaha, I'm sorry. You know I'm not very good at flirting." Jack said with a smile.

"But I found that you like to flirt with me very much." You answered teasingly.

"Hmmmm. Okay, okay, I admit that I like to flirt with you. Would you like a drink? Sweetheart." Jack asked with a smile.

"Sweetheart?" You ask him with a smile.

"Is there anything wrong?" He replied.

“Well, forget it, at least you don't call me sweetheart with a serious expression. Give me a glass of orange juice." You said with a smile.

"No problem, sweetheart." Jack replied with a smile.

At this time, you watched Jack take out a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator and pour it into two cups.

"This guy has an unexpectedly good figure. What on earth can he practice to be so strong? What the hell am I thinking about! Damn it! Damn tights! Damn orange juice! He used to be your enemy, and now he is your boss!" You think shyly.

"Are you all right? Why is your face so red? Is the room too hot? " Jack asked doubtfully.

You didn't notice that Jack was standing in front of you with orange juice and ready to hand it to you.

“Shit Morrison.” You accidentally blurted out.

At this time, the office was calm, Jack stood still and looked at you dumbfounded.

You just came to your senses, found Jack standing next to you and looking at you with two glasses of orange juice.

"Holy shit! Sorry, Morrison! I didn't mean to! I'm distracted by other things!" You immediately stand up and bow to him and apologize.

"Hahaha, it's okay. I thought I had annoyed you when I called you sweetheart. It seems that I didn't. I'm relieved. " Jack smiled and handed you the orange juice.

"Thank you, Morrison. Blame me for being distracted." You awkwardly lowered your head and took the orange juice from his hand.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be distracted. What are you thinking about? Jack asked curiously.

"Nothing!" You shouted shyly.

"Oh... All right." Jack said and took a sip of the drink.

You glanced at him and took another sip of the drink. At this time, Jack also looked at you and smiled.

"Why do I feel that the current atmosphere is a little wrong... Is it my illusion?" You whispered.

At this time, Jack smiled and waved to you in front of you.

"Are you all right?" Jack asked.

"Ah! Uh hmm! I'm all right! Thank you, Morrison. Let's talk about the task first." You answered awkwardly.

"Hahaha, then I'll say it directly. The task this time is for you to explore this person." Jack said and handed over the document to you.

* Eddy Swarn, 45 years old, Owner of Sea Shell Hotel. It was reported that mercenaries and several military transport vehicles went in out of his villa and several hotels in the middle of the night. *

"Wow, mercenaries and military transport vehicles. It seems to be a big deal. The two act together at the same time. There may be something in that transport that needs to be escorted by mercenaries. Could it be money, gold, drugs or... guns?" You replied.

"It's possible that the other party is not an ordinary hotel owner. There is no need to do this to prevent thieves." Jack replied.

"Morrison, so why are you in a hurry to find me for this task?" You asked calmly.

"Your face has never appeared on public occasions, so he doesn't know that Overwatch has your existence. If this mission is dispatched by me or Ana, our action will be discovered. This task is just to find out and take action unless it is necessary." Jack said.

"Do you mean to ask me to get close to him?" You asked.

"You have had this kind of experience. Can you do it?" Jack asked with a smile.

You took the document, crossed your feet, pondered for a moment, and sighed.

"Morrison, you are the most hateful boss I have ever met. Arrange such a difficult task for me, but I will take this task. Remember to pay me more." You replied sarcastically.

"My dear Miss Y/N, when have I treated you badly? I gave you a lot of rewards. It's just that you don't have a good rest for this time." Jack replied with a smile.

"Damn it. So where to go? The hotel he runs is not just one." You asked.

"There is a place worth paying attention to, location Samoa. He opened a hotel there. According to the report, only the hotel in Samoa did not receive a notification that had seen military transport vehicles or mercenaries. Maybe that's where he made the deal." Jack replied calmly.

"What time and when do I have to leave?" You asked.

"The plane at 9 a.m. the day after tomorrow. Can you get up early?" Jack asked with a smile.

"Morrison, you bastard! Why are you so smart and hateful! Suddenly, I have to leave the day after tomorrow! It's only a day and a half to rest!" You shouted at him.

"Thank you for your compliment. Samoa is a good place, the beach and seaside are good places for a vacation. It just so happens that you can go there to work and take a vacation at the same time." Jack said with a smile.

"Jack Morrison! I went there to work, not on vacation. How can I be in the mood to play?! You are an idiot." You complain angrily.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a good rest after you come back." Jack replied with a smile.

"Jack Morrison, if there is a chance in the next life, I will be your boss and bully you to death. It's a good thing that you came up with such a bad plan. " You answered with an evil smile.

"Hahaha, okay, okay. Don't be angry. Let's work together happily?" Jack got up and stretched out his hand and asked.

"You are such an asshole." You replied angrily.

"Sweetheart, your answer is...?" Jack asked doubtfully.

"Deal, you bastard." You stood up from the chair and held his hand and answered him.

"You will leave the morning after tomorrow. Go back to your room and have a good sleep. I will deal with other things, so you can go on vacation at ease." Jack said with a smile.

"You really owe me..." You said with a sigh.

After an argument, you and Jack looked at each other for a long time. Jack let go of your hand, then left his seat and walked in front of you. He gently put his hand on your cheek and stroked it.

"My God! This guy's hands are so fucking warm!" You think about it.

"If..." Jack said in silence.

"If?" You look at him and ask.

"You..." Jack whispered.

"Jack?" You asked shyly.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm distracted." Jack answered awkwardly.

"Oh! Yes! Then why are you touching my face? You asked shyly.

"Because... look at your skin so dry. You didn't take good care of your skin." Jack said with a smile.

"Fuck it! You bastard! How can I take skin care products with me on a mission!" You get up and walk towards the door.

"Hey, Y/N." Jack whispered.

"What! Bastard!" You turned to him angrily.

"Hahaha, it's nothing... Just... thank you for putting up with my waywardness." Jack said.

"I just... I didn't accept your waywardness. You are too much of an asshole." You turn around and leave the office.

Jack stood still and looked at the back of you leaving the office and giggled. Thinking that before you joined the Overwatch team, you were an enemy, but now you have become his subordinates and friends.

"Fate is really wonderful... At the beginning, you were still my enemy, but I couldn't help choosing to save you, and you came to work with me. It's so strange... Hahahaha." Jack whispered.

At this time, there was a knock on the door... Jack came to his senses and noticed Gabriel standing at the door.

"Are you thinking about your little sweetheart? What a sweet smile, Jack." Gabriel said sarcastically.

"It's okay. I just told her about the task and had some quarrels. After all, it is inevitable that there will be a little quarrel about the sudden task." Jack replied.

"So... don't you confess to her?" Gabriel asked.

"Ha! No, thank you. Work is already annoying enough, and I can't stand any more troubles. " Jack returned to his seat and said.

"You clearly have her in your eyes..." Gabriel said softly.

"Oh, no! I can't stand Y/N." Jack replied perfunctorily.

"But I didn't say Y/N. " Gabriel said.

Jack raised his head and glared at Gabriel.

"If you're not here to talk about business, but to talk about my gossip, then don't do it. I still have a lot of work and reports to assign. Do you want to help me?" Jack asked seriously.

"Okay, okay, I'm here to talk about business. Let me know if there is any result about you and your sweetheart. There is nothing to gossip about now." Gabriel complained.

"Hahaha, Gab, you are a fucking asshole." Jack replied with a smile.

Part 01 The End.

Characters : Jack Morrison/Gabriel Reyes/Mercy/Tracer/Ana

Part 02 To be continue….

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