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cynthiav06 · 2 months ago

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I had originally intended to make this post on Percy's birthday for some well-intended chaos, because why not? But I had a bit of a health crisis since then, and I had no time nor strength to do anything, so here's this now. I have seen so many strongest demigod tier lists, and half of them I find to be somewhat inaccurate, so here's mine:

If you guys want to see specific 1v1 between any characters just post an ask and I will do a breakdown on following criterias:

Strength Knowledge Durability

Speed Battle Strategy Abilities

Stamina Battle Experience FEATS

Now feats is in bold because in the end, that's what actually determines the power level, so keep that in mind. A lot of people might riot, but it is what it is.

This current tier list is also based on the aforementioned categories:

1.PERCY JACKSON

(I don't want to argue over this there's. no argument to be had it's crystal clear)

Twice savior of Olypmus (the only one)

Was offered Immortality

Was War General of Camp-Halfblood during Titan War

Former Praetor of Rome

Bore the weight of the sky without Artemis's blessing

Survived Tartarus

Fought Kronos

Only one to survive the Curse of Achilles

Only one to overpower a primordial entity

Killed multiple Titans and Giants

Sat on a Gods Throne without any consequences

Blessed by Pan and Hestia

Defeated Geras

Wrestled Nereus

Considered to be the only one worthy of commanding a God by Apollo when he initially turned mortal

( Has killed so many notable entities and has probably hundred more feats but I won't mention them all or else it would all be a Percy list)

2.JASON GRACE

[ Okay, hear me out on this before everyone explodes. Nico has definitely one of the, if not the strongest, abilities in the verse in terms of both power and versatility. But he comes up short in terms of strength, stamina, endurance, and feats.]

Former Praetor of Rome

Defeated Krios

Has Killed more than one giant

Has Killed the Trojan Sea Monster

Has the highest combat experience/training out of all the demigods

Hera's favored demigod

Could go toe to toe with Percy for a good amount of time

3.NICO DI ANGELO

Survived Tartarus

Brought back Athena Parthenos, the Bane of the Giants

Faced a Primordial and got out alive

Half the reason the Titan War was won

The Ambassador of Pluto

(There's a few more but those are more on the abilities spectrum more so than feats)

The Ghost King

Could fight Nero equally for a while ( who is considered to be equal to a Minor God)

4. HAZEL LEVESQUE

(Between her and Meg I guess it's sort of debatable given Meg has more abilities and many feats, but Hazel has stronger feats and solid abilities herself)

Killed a Giant (more than one, with help but it's very impressive either way because of her significant contributions during those times)

Granted power by another God who is not her Godly Parent

Magic user

Has the strongest mist control out of all demigods

Tamed Arion

Praetor of Rome

5. MEG MCCAFFREY

(No don't bother debating this. It's true)

The sheer number of abilities she has alone is good enough to put her here.

Can summon Karpoi

Strongest demigod child of Demeter

Opened the Grove of Dodona(with Apollo)

Tons of feats ( check @respect Meg McCaffrey on reddit for elaborate descriptions)

Has mastered one of the deadliest forms of combat known (Dimachaerus, an ancient gladiatorial mode of fighting from the roman times. Apollo states it is one of the rarest and deadliest forms of combat one can master)

Was chosen to command a literal God turned mortal

6. THALIA GRACE

Fought all of Hades's furies and the worst of the monsters Underworld has to offer before her "death"

Has the blessing of Artemis

Lieutenant of Hunters of Artemis

Defeated Luke Castellan completely in pure combat who was before Percy, the greatest swordsman born in the last three centuries.

Fought Iapetus briefly and survived

Survived Orion's attack on the Hunters and fought him briefly and survived

Was considered the strongest demigod in Camp Half Blood before Percy Jackson

7. FRANK ZHANG

Praetor of Rome

Could lead a legion of dead soldiers

Neptune's gift of shape-shifting

As of ToA his life is no longer attached to the wood

The physically strongest demigod

Has the blessing of Mars which gives him enhanced strength and stamina

Can turn into a literal dragon (Need I say more?)

Fought and helped defeat a giant

Blitzed a minor God

(More cool stuff, people need to puts some respect on Frank's name)

8. REYNA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO

(Before the Piper stans roll in, Reyna worked for Circe for a good long while before she and her sister fled after the pirate attack so there's a good chance she knows how to resist charmspeak which is something alike Circe's enchantments.

Now Annabeth's a good contender to fight Reyna, but I am basing this on higher feats. Reyna fought and defeated Orion and was probably involved in overthrowing Krios while the only powerful being Annabeth has gone toe to toe with is Kronos inhabiting Luke's body and she does manage to corner Annabeth in Mark of Athena and Annabeth herself says she is unsure if she could win against Reyna, [it's super close though])

Former Praetor of Rome

Returned Athena Parthenos, the Bane of the Giants

Could easily go toe to toe with Annabeth who has far more training and combat experience than her.

The only Roman demigod to recieve Athena's blessing

Received a piece of Athena's cloak/shield Aegis.

Fought and defeated Orion, a giant who had previously almost completely decimated most of the Amazons and Hunters.

Has the blessing of Artemis

9. ANNABETH CHASE

(Yet again, to Piper fans,Annabeth is a child of Athena, born from divine, though, so i think Annabeth would be able to resist Piper's charmspeak to a certain extent and Annabeth has more feats and overall higher comabt and knowledge plus intelligence)

Held up the weight of the sky for half a day(with Artemis's blessing)

The only child of Athena to find and secure the Athena Parthenos

Fought Kronos and held her own while using just a dagger against his giant scythe

Outsmarted and trapped Arachne just using trickery

Tricked Polyphemus

Was able to fight the giant Mimas briefly with Athena in Blood of Olympus

Survived Tartarus

Architect of Olympus

10. LEO VALDEZ/PIPER MCLEAN

Honestly I can't decide between this. I am going to need you all to decide this one.

Most of Leo's feats are constructing or repairing things. Festus, Argo 2, Archimedies circle, convincing Apollo, and so on.

Piper's feats are all based on her charmspeak and nothing else. Khione, Medea, and even putting Gaea to sleep (because she was already sleepy and in mid-air cut off from her domain for long enough). The plan was Leo's, but the execution mostly depended on Piper, so it's a tie, I think, but let me know your opinions.

Feel free to share your honest opinions; though, mostly, let's agree to disagree on the Top 5. I can welcome debate over 6-10. But I think the Top 5 are mostly factually canonically accurate.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #the trials of apollo #tier list #demigod stuff #jason grace #nico di angelo #meg mccaffrey #hazel levesque #thalia grace #frank zhang #leo valdez #reyna avila ramirez arellano #Annabeth chase #piper mclean

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ananke-xiii · 24 days ago

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Rowena and the thick, bloody umbilical cord between choices and faults.

In a previous post of mine I’ve explored a little bit how Mary and Kelly represent a sort of “missed opportunity” for, respectively, Sam and Jack.

At the beginning of s13 Sam resents the fact that he hasn’t been proactive in seeking to create a relationship with his mother and now that she’s (presumably) gone he doesn’t want to deal with that reality. He had wasted his second chance. Jack, on the other hand, never even had a first opportunity to begin with but, unlike Sam, has experienced a sense of unity with his mother so extreme that one of the first things that he tells Sam is that he was his mother(!!!).

S13 reinforces the Mother-Son symbolism because, after Jack’s birth, a rift is opened in space (apparently not in time?): Kelly stays (dead, rip girl I love you) on one side of it while Mary crosses it and finds herself in Apocalypse World. To make things even more clear, this is no random parallel universe: this is the alternate reality where Mary didn’t deal with Azazel. So mothers and their choices/faults are a central theme in this season. Or, well, more or less.

To complete the mothers’ trimurti or, better, tridevi we’re missing the final mother, the destroyer who is, of course, Rowena. It’s therefore quite apt that Rowena reaches her highest potential this season and even confronts Death. What motivates her in an interesting blend of (missing)love and (lacking)power. Lucifer is as part of her story as Kelly’s and Mary’s. Unlike these two, though, she doesn’t have a son who resurrects her, nor a turned-benefactor cosmic being who offers her resurrection as a gift to her son. Rowena has to resurrect herself. Not once but twice. She is, perhaps, the loneliest character in the whole series.

This is actually quite ironic because, if we look back on previous seasons, her “choice” to kill Oskar, her putative son, was what triggered the whole chain of events (the freeing of Amara first and Lucifer second) that directly link Rowena with Mary and Kelly.

It’s only natural, then, that s13 Rowena keeps representing the reversal of the Mary and Sam/ Kelly and Jack relationships because there is no son who’s looking for her, rather she is the mother who’s looking for her (dead) child. Like Sam, she also needs someone who can access another dimension to bring Crowley back but, unlike him, she’s not successful. Now, ngl, this pisses me off to no end, like of course I can understand the real reasons why Crowley couldn’t be brought back, still I kinda hate how it was narratively framed.

When, in "Funeralia", Rowena says that life is unfair she is right but not in the general, pessimistic sense of the phrase: she's right because in-universe some deaths are more important than others and people get back on board depending on whether or not they're still a role to play for them. Rowena's faith in magic is actually justified because magic is the only thing that can help her. And the tragic thing is that it's also what damns her in the process because it's the only form of power she can have access to. There are no angels or cosmic entities looking out for her. She's just... alone.

So, perhaps, it's not that I necessarily hate how her failure to bring Crowley back is described, I just see it as further proof that Rowena is the best example to show how in Supernatural the game is rigged from the beginning and we didn’t even need an interfering and pervy God to realize it. That's all we've been seeing it since S1. All those infinite, booooring talks about being good/evil or doing good/bad actually mean nothing because, at the end of the day, in this show what really matters is how useful you can be, to whom and why (and this is way less booooring, you learn a lot of interesting things about these characters if you go down this road, it's grim but it's more rewarding).

S13 is also when the final connection between Rowena and the Winchesters, Sam to be more precise, is established which is indicative of the fact that she will inevitably die. Before S13 her story was her own, after “Funeralia” it cannot be extricated from Sam’s. To some degree, it’s quite similar to what happened with Crowley and Dean. What’s more, just like Crowley’s powers and shrewdness are what really carry the plot from s6 to s12, magic and spells (and therefore Rowena’s role in the story) will be the key for many plot points from s13 to s15. But there is a big difference.

Both Crowley and Rowena’s sacrifices are described as heroic but, let’s be honest, only Rowena’s was. Crowley’s demise was a clean-up after his own mess at best. It also proved to be unnecessary. Rowena and that awful MBOL’s egg thingy would have managed to confine Lucifer, like, they actually did it. It was Crowley who perverted the spell for reasons that I personally find OOC. I would’ve liked the Crowley vs Lucifer power struggle but not the way it was done in s12 because it felt very nonsensical to me. As in: I can see you need a reason to keep Lucifer around and this is what you’ve come up with but it’s still quite illogical.

At its hidden and secret core S13 is the season of the “let’s reframe the sons’ stories and blame it on the mothers”. Just like Kelly is blamed for Castiel’s ideal vision of Jack and Mary’s "choice" is established as the most important point in the whole show, Rowena-as-Mother must face the same fate: it was her fault if Crowley, Fergus!, ended the way he ended. It’s a naaaaaaaaaaaaaah for me.

This is what we’re told in “Funeralia”:

Rowena: Oh, but it is. Death has something I want. Sam: What’s that? Rowena: My son. After you told me he was gone, how he died, I had an unexpected reaction. We had our differences, but it’s my fault he went down the path he did. I left him. Dean: We’re talking about Crowley-- demon, King of Hell? Rowena: We’re talking about Fergus-- a man abandoned and loveless, tricked by a demon, died in a gutter. He deserved better from the world. From me.

Now, just to be clear: yes, Rowena had the responsibility to do better; yes, she was the absolute worst; yes, she played no small role in her son’s story. However, I personally don’t like all these negative associations between “worlds” and “mothers” as if every fucking thing in the universe is dependent solely on them. How did we end up here? It’s almost as if absent fathers are, like, not THAT bad after all (and the show, as far as I'm concerned, ultimately approves of and absolves absent fathers). So I’m very suspicious of the way motherhood is portrayed specifically in s13 and Rowena’s attempt at redemption well demonstrates that there is reason to be so.

This dialogue in “Funeralia” confirms my gut feeling:

Sam: You know, what happened with Crowley? That wasn’t your fault. Rowena: He never had a chance. Dean: He made his choices, just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that were trying to make up for. Every one of us. Sam: Even without all that extra juice, you’re still the deadliest witch around [Sam's flattering Rowena. He's gonna ask for her help in 3,2,1...]. Rowena: Flatterer. Sam: Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help [Here we go!]. To save our family. To… hell, to save the world. Dean: You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step. Rowena: And do you think I still can be? Dean: Yeah, I do.

I mean, not to be rude, but who the fuck cares if Dean Winchester thinks that Rowena can be redeemed? Like, how is Rowena’s redemption (which is strictly connected to her being a bad mother and not, among other things, a zero-regret murderer, which she also happens to be, for instance) connected to saving the Winchester’s family? Don’t get me wrong, I understand that this is SPN and that Sam and Dean’s problems are Apocalypse-level problems (lol, they really did that, when I say that their story is like a cosmogony maybe I’m not that wrong) but, as I’ve said, I cannot help but notice the similarities between Rowena’s arc this season with Mary’s and Jack’s, i.e. you can be redeemed if you either do something useful for the Winchesters or... realize that it's not your "fault" that your sons suffered terribily because "choosing" to deal with Azazel was actually the right choice... for the world. How come fathers saving the world are framed as heroic while mothers actively creating worlds by making hard choices that benefit the greater good need redemption?

So to sum up: while fathers invade S13’s main storyline as solvers, restorers and fixers, mothers are the bones of the story, they carry its weight and its sins but get little if nothing in return: Kelly stays dead, Mary ends up helping out a world that absolves her of her Original Sin but that’s nevertheless a mess (you can never win lol) and Rowena can’t get her son back (but she can save Sam and Dean's family the world!). Looks good, right? Hurray mommy!

#supernatural is the show about absent fathers okay but more importantly about dead mothers #it's a show about monsters so ofc it must talk about mothers too #i mean this is the show that paralleled demon blood to mother's milk. hello?HELLO?Is this thing awn????#but it's almost like. when it comes to it. when mary is actually back in the game. it sort of beats around the bush???#it's weird because there's also the whole “wayward sisters” and the jody and claire (and alex) of it all #but mothers are portrayed in such simplistic terms (in certain seasons at least) that the discomfort behind it is almost glaring #they did try and give us s6 eve and s12 mary who were partially interesting characters but then it was like: okay. no more.we're done.#rowena feels like the only “safe” character in terms of motherhood for the show because she's initially written as such a caricature #that you can only grow from there.indeed s10 to12 were cool.however they ultimately “end” her as the yas!queen girlboss “auntie” which meh.#i'd have preferred her alive and powerful but still a giant loser. magic nerd awful mother. like she was in carver era but more “real” yk?#okay tags be carrying me away. let's stop here lol #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #jack kline #kelly kline #crowley #fergus macleod #rowena macleod #lucifer spn #spn s13 #funeralia #super-m/Others #on resurrection #spn lines #mary winchester #s13e19 #super-m/others

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idyllic-affections · 1 year ago

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hello! i’m relatively new to your blog but i stumbled across your muichiro and hasira mentor!reader and i fell in love (has been a brainrot of mine for a couple weeks now), i was wondering if you could write a scenario about muichiro getting back from one of his first solo missions and the reader just doting over him and helping him clean up minor wounds, despite knowing he’s capable of doing it himself. (i loved the way your characterized the two in your previous writings <3) thank you! hope you have a lovely day!

the first solo mission's aftermath.

summary. muichiro's first solo mission would be a tough time for both him and his mentor, but when he returns, they are there to dote endlessly on him.

trigger & content warnings. self-doubt, depictions of minor injury.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. this post is an expansion of out of all the clouds in the sky, you are my favorite. hello dear!! welcome to my blog, i hope to see you again in my ask box at some point <3 mui requests are always welcomed. hes my beloved son frfr. thank you so so much, any compliments about how i characterize canon characters are very much appreciated! thats one of the highest forms of praise i could get as a writer. it means a lot when people tell me they like the way i write certain characters, so i really do appreciate it!

tbh i think [name] would cry when seeing him off for the first time.

they would try to hold it together solely for muichiro's peace of mind, offering him a shaky smile and, in a trembling voice, wishing him well as he departs from their mansion.

there's no way seeing one's tsuguko off is an easy experience. each hashira surely has to wonder if their respective student will return or not, if they have taught their student well enough, if their first mission will be easy or go terribly wrong.

there's just... so, so many things that could go wrong.

while mui is gone, i think the cloud hashira would sit and nitpick everything they taught him. they'd worry that it wasn't enough. they know he is impossibly strong for his age, but...

strength does not inherently equal experience. a demon slayer can have all the biological advantages that they want, but if they don't have adequate experience, all that strength will mean absolutely nothing.

meanwhile, mui feels a distinct sense of discomfort and unrest after he leaves.

something about leaving doesn't sit well with him. he doesn't want to leave. he wants to go back, or he wants them to come along.

(he does not understand why at the time, but a few years later, he'll begin to understand that he simply didn't want to leave them on the brink of tears like that.)

in the end, though, muichiro returns after only a few days in one piece, completely unharmed except for a few minor scratches.

his face might not change when his beloved mentor immediately brings him into a tight embrace, but the way his body relaxes into their arms is telling enough.

"welcome back, tokito-kun," they'd whisper, cheek pressed to the top of his head.

"...i'm home, [surname]-sama."

home... the implications of that statement would make their heart burst. indeed, he is home if he's with his mentor. if he's with them. they squeeze him just a little tighter after that.

"[surname]-sama, i can't breathe."

"ah?! i'm sorry! sorry, i didn't mean it!"

mui honestly would just let them dote on him.

they'd gently brush his hair and pull it back into a braid, sending a distinct feeling of nostalgia through his foggy mind.

they'd clean his wounds, opting to take him to the butterfly estate if anything seemed wrong or infected.

they'd just dote on him.

he does enjoy the attention and he realizes that it helps them feel better, so... he just lets them do whatever they feel is necessary.

the attention is really comforting for him, though. he's so young. he shouldn't be fighting demons at this age, and yet, he is. [name] knows this.

to make up for it, they spoil him in all the attention someone so young would need to grow properly.

"So... how did your mission go? I suppose it must have gone rather well," they mused with a gentle smile, gingerly flushing a small yet somewhat deep scratch on his cheek with a saline solution that they'd borrowed from those at the Butterfly Estate. "You're hardly hurt."

"Yes. It went fine," he confirmed in a murmur, doing his best not to move in order not to disrupt their work. "...I thought I was fast enough."

"Hm?"

"I thought I was fast enough to avoid being scratched."

"You did your best," they chuckled, securing a small patch over the scratch to keep any bacteria out, "and believe me, this is nothing. The kinds of injuries you can get in this line of work... this is nothing, really. It's fine. Just make sure it doesn't get infected."

Backing away from his face, they looked over their work before nodding firmly. "Alright. I'm done."

Slowly, the boy raised a hand to his cheek, fingertips ghosting over the freshly-dressed wound. Some kind of foreign warmth spread through his chest. He shifted in place, timidly avoiding their eyes. "...Thank you."

"Hehe. Of course." Not a single thing got past them, it seemed. They brought no attention to his sudden embarrassment, however. "Anyways, are you hungry? Kanroji-san invited us to come out with her to this place a few towns over. I hear they're really good."

He simply listened to them ramble, nodding along absentmindedly when they asked for his input.

He liked their voice.

It was comforting.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#: [ the cloud hashira! 🌸 ]#demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #platonic kny x reader #platonic demon slayer #platonic demon slayer x reader #platonic muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #demon slayer platonic

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sokayisaidiot · 1 year ago

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Star Wars Rebels and Ezrabine

Since I'm an amateur writer making an uneducated guess, I'd like to discuss relationships in the Star Wars universe. It's probably one of the touchiest subjects in this community, right after the debate over which trilogy was better (prequel or sequel), whether Jar Jar Binks was necessary, or if the politics are actually garbage.

To be more specific, I want to delve into the relationship between Ezra and Sabine from Star Wars Rebels. You might know them as Ezrabine or Sabezra. They're one of the hottest topics in pairings, right up there with Rey and Ben/Kylo. While the latter pair is something I deeply disapprove of, I'm neutrally conflicted about Sabezra.

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Before I dissect the relationship itself, I'd like to touch on three points that people often criticize or discuss. Please bear with me; I'm a bit sleep-deprived.

Ages:

Quoting from Quora: "Han's official year of birth is 'ca. 32 BBY,' which means he's anywhere from ten to thirteen years older than Leia." This suggests that the most iconic couple in Star Wars had a notably significant age gap. "Padmé was born in 46 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin), and Anakin's miraculous Force-created birth came in 41 BBY, so Padmé is five years older than him." Yet another iconic couple, with a substantial age difference. Hera and Kanan are yet another example, with Hera being four years older.

Headcanons:

I understand that people want Sabine to be a lesbian, and I can empathize with that desire. As a queer Star Wars fan myself, I comprehend the need for characters with similar journeys and identities. However, while having headcanons, it's crucial to remember that they are personal interpretations. They don't become canon for everyone just because you envision them that way. You're free to explore your own headcanons, and if others agree, that's even better. But ultimately, headcanon remains just that—headcanon.

For instance, my personal headcanon includes Ahsoka being aroace, or at the very least, completely asexual bisexual. And I believe Luke Skywalker isn't straight at all. I mean, have you seen the boots he wore for his own execution? Come on!

Relationships in Star Wars:

When we examine relationships in the Star Wars universe, we discover a wide array. These range from parent-child relationships, sibling bonds, adopted families, found families, to romantic love in various forms, ages, and situations. Tragedy often follows these relationships:

Ashoka and Anakin: Master and Padawan, Brother and Sister, Tragedy.

Obi-Wan and Satine: Jedi and Senator, Lovers, Tragedy.

Padme and Anakin: Senator and Jedi, Tragedy.

Kanan and Hera: Jedi and Rebel, Tragedy.

Yoda and Dooku: Master and Padawan, Tragedy.

This list goes on endlessly, and it's filled with sorrow.

Most of the significant Star Wars relationships are fraught with tragedy.

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The relationship within the Ghost crew can be described as follows: "The crew of the Ghost in Star Wars Rebels has always been a family. They aren't related by blood, and they didn't come from the same homeworlds, but they are bound together by a common cause, respect, trust, and love." This is how Amy Richau described them in an article on StarWars.com.

From what I've gathered, the found family dynamic within the Ghost crew evolves with each member.

Take Kanan, for example. While Hera is his girlfriend and wife, Chopper is a quirky, psychopathic pet, and Sabine is like a surrogate daughter, Kanan's relationship with Ezra is that of a Padawan and Master to the highest degree. A master plays a role akin to that of a father but maintains the mentorship for training and respect, which involves clear emotions but also a deeper line.

Hera takes on the role of a self-proclaimed mom, offering kindness in the harsh times of rebellion. Zeb is mostly like the older brother who spotted you as a newbie at school and decided to lend a helping hand, providing support and having your back.

What I'm trying to convey is that while the Ghost crew is undoubtedly a family under any circumstances, the relationship between Ezra and Sabine doesn't fit the sibling mold, especially not from Season 3 onward. There's a reason I believe Ezra still has feelings for Sabine, at least until the Ahsoka Episode 4 standpoint.

From Season 3 onward, we witness Ezra's transformation. He matures, learns, and fully embraces his role as a future Jedi. He's no longer the kid the crew rescued on that planet, nor does he try to flirt with Sabine like some awkward neighbor kid. He's become an integral part of their close-knit community.

He and Sabine are equals, and he's no longer the young person Sabine takes under her wing in an older sisterly manner. They fight as rebels together, as comrades in the same community. Perhaps they sense a familial bond through the crew, but no dialogue from either of them implies a sibling relationship. They haven't been written with sibling energy, unlike the dynamic between Ahsoka and Anakin or Leia and Luke in the 6th movie.

In Season 3, there are moments that could have established them as siblings to emphasize the family connection. Take, for instance, when Ezra meets Sabine's family during the Mandalorian arc, and he talks to Sabine's brother for the first time. Instead of introducing himself as Sabine's brother, it comes off more like a boy meeting his Gfs family.

There might be counterarguments, as in Season 4's beginning when Ezra and the other Mandalorians rescue Sabine's father. Ezra doesn't claim to be family; he implies that he isn’t in a romantic relationship with Sabine. However, the fact that Ezra never alludes to a sibling relationship is intriguing. The end of Rebels, where it's just between Ezra and Sabine, further adds complexity to the situation, with how he decides to confide in him and him only.

There may have been something in the works discussed in the directing room, but then why is there a sudden shift to a sibling relationship in Ahsoka? It's hard to believe that after not allowing Ezra to introduce himself as Sabine's brother, they now suddenly introduce that element again. There are some theories out there that could explain why Sabine scoffs instead of reacting fondly when he says he's her brother. It's all quite frustrating.

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While there's undoubtedly a sense of familial connection within the Ghost crew, the relationship between Sabine and Ezra has taken on a different dimension. It doesn't necessarily have to be romantic, as there are moments missing for that kind of build-up. Some scenes, the way they're animated, shot, or the dialogue they share, indicate a different dynamic.

But there's also no clear groundwork for a sibling relationship, and considering Star Wars' storytelling and penchant for twists, it wouldn't be surprising if it turned out to be a setup.

The divide within the fandom over the years has also made it challenging to establish this relationship. And keeping it ambiguous didn't help as we know how fandoms like to rip each other apart.

But in the end, it's a story. Let's stay calm, take a deep breath, and see how it unfolds. Let's keep the discussions civil and respect each other's viewpoints as we argue like pros!

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 2 years ago

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Countdown to MegFlix

Who would have thought that many of the "theories" we heard about Meghan Markle would sooner or later turn out to be true? I realize that there are a handful of you "OG" Tumblr bloggers who "called it" from the beginning, but honestly I'm still shocked.

I distinctly remember the moment when I laughed out loud at a breaking news report (via my radio) that Prince Harry was dating an American actress (a name I'd never heard) and she was hopping on a flight to the UK blah blah... I laughed and said to myself, "...American actress, I don't think so!"

Then there was the engagement announcement/interview. I exercised my right to free speech in the comments section on YouTube by sharing that they seemed "fake/artificial" because authentic couples just don't need to claw and paw one another like that in public. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt they were trying too hard to sell the relationship. The blow back for my dissenting comment was swift. I was warned that Prince Harry was reading and reporting every critical comment. I thought, "grow up!" Slowly but surely a few content creators began to point out the crimson red flags flying in that interview . I commented on one creator's video that the entire relationship seemed fake, to which the content creator replied, "it's a fraud, we just don't know why." That video, like so many videos and websites (created by people who intimately knew her), was swiftly removed.

I typically don't follow celebrity culture, so I couldn't figure out why I was motivated to do my own research on this unknown woman. I have long respected the BRF, but I also think it was the loss of my mother during my own childhood that created a sense of genuine concern for the family. I now realize that she triggered those of us who have experienced even the smallest doses of narcissist abuse.

Meghan and Harry have made many mistakes, but if I had to pick 1 major miscalculation--- it was their juvenile obsession with the everyday critic. We were not allowed to dislike Meghan Markle, period. If we expressed our dislike about anything related to Meghan Markle, we were categorized as "haters who must be de-platformed and destroyed."

Little Meg never learned that people are allowed to reject her and also to reject anything and anyone she offers to the world. No one can be made to like a person, including the unlikeable actress named Rachel Meghan Markle.

Meghan's inability to tolerate criticism and her use of brass knuckle "PR tactics" of intimidation and bullying (including doxing innocent people in the Daily Mail) only caused critics to become more outspoken and more creative in the exercise of free speech rights that Harry deemed "bonkers."

There is still so much more to their "story" that just doesn't quite add up. Tomorrow we will get the final tranche of Meghan's slickly produced clapback-gram. This lady definitely doth protest too much.

Harry's having a ball in materialistic California and Meghan is living her best life pretending to be a Disney princess named CopyKate. She must have a book of Catherine photos that she uses like carbon paper to plan out her own photo and video shoots. Imitation might typically be the highest form of flattery, but Meghan crossed the line between the sane and insane a long time ago. It's now apparent to the entire world that she doesn't know the difference between fantasy and lies.

The Hollywood and political backers egging them on are not friends. Sure they can provide shelter, "character references," a few gigs, even business loans, but the world still has a right to critically analyze the product and reject it. Meghan has been resoundingly rejected on the world's stage, but she will never change because she will never accept that her harddrive is defective. Unless she's prepared to accept that she has psychological problems that include narcissist sociopathies, it will always be more of this:

If only she had the discipline and integrity to go far away and be very quiet, return all the titles, and live her life attached to the only title that (supposedly) matters to her. Unfortunately we are about to be invaded with markle social media campaigns because she's an image addict. She'll never learn that everyday people are not like her. We understand that Instagram and Hollywood are NOT real life. No matter who you marry or what kind of cosmetics you choose to wear, a new name or brand names only serve to amplify the unlikeable personality.

So, as we reach yet another major turning point in the destiny of this duo, I'd like to document a few things we once "heard" from someone (a male friend) close to their megxit. We may never confirm or deny, but it's still a thought provoking list:

1-He (Harry) is her (Meghan) victim.

2-The UK surrogate did not want to release her custody privileges. (Who could blame her?)

3-They don't have a "traditional" marriage but they are together.

4-Harry is with Meghan in her efforts to hurt his family. They are united in these efforts.

5-Harry needs the hard fall.

6-He is trying to get her set up in California.

Let it never be forgotten that Meghan Markle threatened to murder Harry's baby in retaliation for the humiliation she suffered at Royal Albert Hall through a public booing, followed by Harry's refusal to hold her hand at the exact moment she felt needy.

From the Comment Section:

#meghan markle #prince harry #revenge #tom bower #sussex

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laufire · 1 year ago

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"You are too hasty, sir," she cried. "You forget that I have made no answer. Let me do it without further loss of time. Accept my thanks for the compliment you are paying me. I am very sensible of the honour of your proposals, but it is impossible for me to do otherwise than to decline them."

"I am not now to learn," replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, "that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second, or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long."

"Upon my word, sir," cried Elizabeth, "your hope is a rather extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal. You could not make me happy, and I am convinced that I am the last woman in the world who could make you so. Nay, were your friend Lady Catherine to know me, I am persuaded she would find me in every respect ill-qualified for the situation."

"Were it certain that Lady Catherine would think so," said Mr. Collins very gravely—"but I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of you. And you may be certain when I have the honour of seeing her again, I shall speak in the very highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other amiable qualification."

"Indeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give me leave to judge for myself, and pay me the compliment of believing what I say. I wish you very happy and very rich, and by refusing your hand, do all in my power to prevent your being otherwise. In making me the offer, you must have satisfied the delicacy of your feelings with regard to my family, and may take possession of Longbourn estate whenever it falls, without any self-reproach. This matter may be considered, therefore, as finally settled." And rising as she thus spoke, she would have quitted the room, had Mr. Collins not thus addressed her:

"When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on the subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character."

"Really, Mr. Collins," cried Elizabeth with some warmth, "you puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as to convince you of its being one."

"You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your refusal of my addresses is merely words of course. My reasons for believing it are briefly these: It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy of your acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would be any other than highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of de Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my favour; and you should take it into further consideration, that in spite of your manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made you. Your portion is unhappily so small that it will in all likelihood undo the effects of your loveliness and amiable qualifications. As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall choose to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females."

"I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart."

"You are uniformly charming!" cried he, with an air of awkward gallantry; "and I am persuaded that when sanctioned by the express authority of both your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable."

To such perseverance in wilful self-deception Elizabeth would make no reply, and immediately and in silence withdrew; determined, if he persisted in considering her repeated refusals as flattering encouragement, to apply to her father, whose negative might be uttered in such a manner as to be decisive, and whose behaviour at least could not be mistaken for the affectation and coquetry of an elegant female.

-Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen.

#i had to quote the whole thing because. añsldkfjasdflkasjf #this fuckign guy #talking to the void #quotes #bookblr #books #pride and prejudice weekly #periodic pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice #jane austen #elizabeth bennet #william collins

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Pomegranate Ink: XII

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Thanks to the man assigned as your supervisor, your first mission goes terribly wrong.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.9k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: warning ⚠️ naoya zenin ⚠️ is in this chapter

Death. That was the only thing you were truly aware of; you could feel it choking you, your screams left soundless, caught in an unwilling throat. Your friends — kissed by death. A boy — his eyes like death. Death, death, death, its sweet fragrance permeating the room and touching your skin like a lover. In the end, all things came back to this: death. In the end, all things came back to this: him.

“So,” Naoya said critically. “I have to take you along with me.”

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess so. Didn’t you volunteer for this?” you said. He scowled, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Only because I was forced to! There’s not that many Grade 1 sorcerers around, and as you know, I’m a Special Grade 1 sorcerer,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” you said, unimpressed.

“My father knew having positive ties with your family would be helpful, but obviously he wasn’t going to waste the time babysitting you on this little mission, so he sent me instead,” he said.

“Okay,” you said.

“But I can hardly understand it!” he ranted as you followed him to his car. “I mean, you’re rather beautiful, and you’re engaged to Noritoshi Kamo, and it turns out you could heal if you wanted to! So what use do you have for fighting, woman?”

“What use do you have for fighting, woman?” you mocked under your breath, making your voice high-pitched and smarmy. He glanced over at you.

“What was that?” he said.

“Nothing, Naoya, sir,” you said. You would do well not to get on his bad side, considering he was technically going out of his way to supervise you.

At the moment, you were only a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer. In order to achieve full Grade 1 sorcerer status, you needed to complete missions with other sorcerers of rank. Depending on your performance during said missions, you would either be given increasingly more difficult missions on your own, or you’d remain a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer forever. Provided you did well, you’d be given a final test of sorts, the task to exorcise a grade 1 curse or higher alone, and you’d then be assigned the rank of Grade 1 sorcerer.

Even as a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer, you were already higher than the vast majority of sorcerers. Utahime Iori, the head teacher of the Kyoto school, was only a Semi-Grade 1, which spoke to the respect that the rank demanded.

Naoya Zenin was a Special Grade 1 sorcerer, which was a bullshit rank made up by the Zenin clan so that they could feel special — at least, according to Maki, who you trusted to know about such things. He was no stronger than any normal Grade 1 sorcerer, and indeed probably weaker than some. But it remained that he would be the one reporting back to the higher ups about your performance during your first mission as a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer, so you could hardly remind him of the fact that he was just another man with an over-inflated ego.

At the moment, you were the highest ranking of your friends. Maki and Yuta were both Grade 4 sorcerers, though this was more a formality than anything. Maki was stopped from advancing through the ranks by the very man you sat next to right now; she had run away from the Zenin clan, and because they could not claim her success as their own, they blocked her from achieving any at all. Yuta had been stripped of his Special Grade status once Rika had been exorcised, although something told you that this was not a permanent development. Even with Rika gone, he still had more cursed energy than anyone you had ever encountered — an infinite amount, almost, and his signature was still as deathly-creepy as always. Toge was still a Grade 2 sorcerer, although you predicted this would change soon, and Tullia and Panda had recently been promoted to Grade 2 as well, in wake of the Night Parade.

“Do you even know what this mission is about, or do I have to explain it to you?” Naoya said. You wrinkled your nose and refrained from rolling your eyes.

“Yes, I do. There’s a curse stalking a nearby hospital, and we need to evacuate the patients before exorcising it,” you said.

“Good girl,” he praised, even patting you on the head like a dog. The temptation to smack his hand away was strong, but you stubbornly resisted. Naoya being an asshole would not be the reason you failed your first mission; you refused to let it be that way.

“What’s the standard procedure for observational missions? I’ll confess that I don’t really know how these work,” you said, loath to admit it to him though you were. He pulled out his phone after parking the car, deftly unlocking it and handing it to you. You accepted it warily.

“I thought I’d let you take the selfie,” he said.

“We seriously have to take a selfie?” you said with a derisive snort.

“The higher ups need proof we were together on the mission. A selfie at the sight is generally the most commonly accepted form of such evidence; I figured that, as a woman, it would be more within the realm of your talents to take the picture…unless you can’t even do that?” he said.

“I can take a selfie,” you assured him, stepping out and slamming the car door shut behind you. “Thanks for the worry, though.”

“Make sure to get my good side,” he said with a charming grin, tilting his head slightly and pressing his cheek against yours in a gesture that might’ve seemed congenial and friendly if it had been anyone else doing it. You raised your arm, angling the phone and clicking the side button to take a picture that was objectively nice but made you nauseous when you saw it. The two of you looked like good friends, you and Naoya, as if this was a regular occasion, as if you were just out for coffee with him or something.

“There,” you said, handing him his phone back. “Ready to go?”

“Nice one, little L/N girl,” he said, and the approval was not even sarcastic. “I think I’ll post this on my story.”

“I certainly won’t stop you, though people might get odd ideas,” you said.

“And why can’t we let them?” he said. You gazed at him dully.

“Because I’m engaged to Noritoshi, and you can’t walk over him the way you walk over everyone else, that’s why,” you said. Naoya shrugged easily, and your phone buzzed. When you opened it, you saw that he had tagged you in his story post.

“At the end of the day, he’s just a bastard who got lucky. The only reason he’s becoming the heir is because he got the Kamo clan’s cursed technique. Don’t forget that he’ll never be anything more than the son of a mistress who wasn’t careful enough, and don’t forget that he and I are nothing alike,” he said.

“And I hope you don’t forget that I’m nearly fifteen years younger than you,” you said pleasantly. “I’m not the failure of the L/N clan any longer. Everything I do from now on is a conscious choice that I make.”

“Is that a threat?” he said.

“A reminder,” you said. “Clearly the higher ups see something in me, too, given that I’ve been promoted to Semi-Grade 1 status. Your status as a Zenin may afford you importance, but at the end of the day, I have the capability to use the Reverse Cursed Technique. I’m important, too.”

You decided to not tell Naoya that you couldn’t use the Reverse Cursed Technique, not now at least, not unless you gave up fighting for good. It was the one bargaining chip you had with him, the one bargaining chip that gave you any sort of importance in jujutsu society, even if it was more of a bluff than anything.

“Very well, then, little L/N girl. Let’s go, and we’ll see what your big words amount to. I wonder if you’ll prove yourself worthy of my recommendation?” he said.

You were silent, not affording him the dignity of a response, instead marching off towards the hospital and leaving him to trail after you. He surprisingly did so without complaint, although the closer you got to the hospital, the more panicked you began to feel. It was almost assured now that Naoya would give you a bad recommendation — how had you not seen it earlier? You would never prove yourself worthy in his eyes, not as long as you were a woman.

There had never been a person in the entire world who you hated more. If only you could’ve had your first mission with anyone else; Kaito and Nanami by regulation could not take you, as they had been the ones who gave your recommendation, but there had to be others who could’ve done the job — others besides Naoya. Others who would actually be fair in their assessments of your strength.

There was a heavy feeling pervading the entire hospital. It was more oppressive than anything you had ever felt, bar Rika’s signature the first time you met Yuta. You could feel the curse’s presence snaking around you, its signature slithering through the hallways and caressing you gently. Its energy was sinuous and smooth, which only made you feel more uncomfortable. Despite yourself, you stepped slightly closer to Naoya, who glanced at you out of the corner of his eye but did not comment on it.

“How do we proceed from here? We need to evacuate patients first, right?” you said.

“We’ll split up. I’ll evacuate the top floor and you can take the bottom; once everyone’s out, we can meet back up to fight the curse together,” he said.

“Alright,” you said nervously. He chuckled under his breath.

“Scared or something? It’s not too late to back out. I can certainly handle this on my own,” he said.

“I’m not scared!” you snapped, anger emboldening you as you stomped away from him, hands clenched into fists by your sides. You could hear his derisive laughter following you as you marched through the hallways, wrenching the doors open and ducking your head inside to make sure they were empty.

That had been a lie. You were terrified, but not for the reason Naoya likely expected. It was not the curse itself that you were worried about but rather its energy signature. It was everywhere and yet nowhere, coiling around your mind like a constrictor. You could not pinpoint its location via its cursed energy, and in a strange, ironic twist, you felt more blind now than you had when you had tied cloth around your eyes in order to beat Todo.

This was a problem, you realized. You had become so reliant on your cursed energy signature detection that the rest of your senses were woefully underdeveloped. While Panda, Tullia, Toge, or Yuta could sense a curse’s presence based on miniscule shifts in environment or small, soft, seemingly-innocuous noises, you depended solely on your signature detection to sniff the creatures out. Now you were deprived of that, and it felt like you were teetering along on a balance beam in the dark with your ears plugged. Was this what it was like for Maki without her glasses? You suddenly did not envy your best friend very much.

The first few rooms you went through did not have any occupants, but you finally happened upon a man with his head in his hands. He lifted it to stare at you, his eyes wide with a relieved sort of resignation.

“Are you an angel?” he said. You looked down at yourself and then back up at him.

“I’m hardly as pretty as one,” you said. “So, no.”

“Ah, but I thought — I thought I’d been at least good enough in my lifetime to make it up there,” he said. You cocked your head, tugging his hand into your own and leading him after you, keeping a needle brandished in front of you protectively the entire time just in case.

“What do you mean?” you said.

“If you’re not an angel, doesn’t that make you a devil?” he said. You blinked.

“No, I’m just a normal girl who’s here to help you out of here,” you said.

“I’m not dead?” he said in amazement. “There’s no way — I thought for sure it’d kill me, I thought it had killed me, the nightmare just wouldn’t end, people kept on screaming and screaming and screaming and —”

“You’re very much alive, sir,” you said firmly. “I’m going to get you to safety, alright? Is there somewhere you can go once you’re out of here?”

“Yes, yes, I think I can go home. I was supposed to be discharged today, anyways, so I suppose I’ll go back early. My wife will be happy to see me, I hope,” he said.

“I’m sure she will be,” you said, letting out a sigh of relief once you left the curse’s range. His facial features contorted in confusion as the sun assaulted your eyes now that you were free of the veil Naoya must’ve put up at some point.

“Th—thanks, missy. I don’t care what you say, I’m convinced you’re my guardian angel. But if you really are real, then please…please come visit me if you ever make the trip to Shibuya,” he said.

“I’ll be certain to,” you said, waving at him before dashing back into the hospital, feeling the familiar goosebumps raise along your arms at the sudden influx of negativity.

The next few evacuations went similarly. All of the patients were shocked at your presence, believing that you were some heavenly guide sent to escort them to the afterlife or something. Some did not understand that they were safe even once they had left the veil; those, you made a note of. There were specially trained experts that would be sent to help them process what they had seen once they were safe from the immediate dangers of the situation.

You were nearly done, with one final room to check before you went to Naoya, when your phone rang. You scowled and picked up, expecting Noritoshi or Tullia calling about something stupid, having forgotten that you were on a mission.

“Hello? I’m kind of busy right now, I can’t talk,” you said. There was an eerie silence on the other end of the line, and when you pulled your phone away from your ear, you realized the caller ID was empty — there was no phone number on the other end of the call.

The door creaked open ominously, and your knuckles were turning white from how hard you were gripping your needles as you tiptoed in, trying to rationalize the phone call as a stupid scam call that went wrong.

A girl your age sat in the middle of the room, hugging her knees to her chest. She was pretty, with short black hair tied into a messy ponytail and large eyes like a forest, glistening with unshed tears. Her skin was a lovely golden-bronze shade, and there was a single dark freckle on her cheek. When she noticed you, she scrambled backwards, so you raised your hands in front of you placatingly.

“Woah, hey, I’m here to help you!” you said.

“Get away from me!” she said. She spoke with a slight accent, though it was not the same as Tullia’s, who always sounded distinctly American. It was melodic and fluid but practiced, in a sense, the words not coming as naturally as they should’ve.

“I’m not the curse! Like I said, I’m here to get you out of this place. My name’s Y/N L/N,” you said. She eyed you warily.

“Elakshi Sakhare,” she said, though she made no moves to get up. You groaned, your stomach roiling the more time that passed. The curse could be anywhere, and you were so tempted to call Naoya that you almost pulled out your phone to do so — only, you’d never live down the humiliation then, you’d never be able to face your family and friends if they found out that you’d gone crying to hide behind him of all people. Tullia, you were certain, would never let you live it down, citing that you’d ‘learned nothing’ and she was disappointed that you weren’t behaving like the ‘strong, independent woman’ she was so certain that you were.

“Come on, Elakshi, you’re the last person I have to evacuate before Naoya and I can exorcise the curse,” you said.

“You can fight it?” she said, eyes widening as she shot to her feet. “You can get rid of it?”

“Yes, that’s our job,” you said.

“It’s been chasing me for so long,” she said. You regarded her carefully.

“Chasing you? You have cause to believe this curse is after you in specific?” you said.

“It’s followed me everywhere I go, so yes, I think so. It wants to kill me because I’m a witch, and I know I ought to let it, but I don’t want to die! I ran away from my village, and then I flew here from Mumbai, but no amount of distance is enough for it to leave me alone,” she said.

“Mumbai? You’re from India?” you said.

“Yes, I am,” she said.

“Right, then. Look, you’re not going to die, and you don’t deserve to die, and I doubt you’re a witch or anything of the sort. You might even be like me, and if that’s the case, then I’ll take you to school with me and you can meet my teacher and — why are you looking at me like that?” you said.

“It’s there,” she whispered. “It’s come for me, and it’s going to kill us both now.”

You stiffened, whipping around and swearing under your breath. Of course — you had gotten distracted, falling into the familiar complacency of trusting your cursed signature detection to alert you to any immediate threats, forgetting that you couldn’t trust yourself, and wasn’t this a funny joke? You had spent so long, worked so hard, to learn to have faith in your skills, only for them to fail you when you needed them most.

The curse was a sleek, large thing that resembled a snake, its black body banded with silver stripes and its unyielding eyes adorned with slitted pupils. It hissed eagerly when it noticed you and Elakshi, and even as you activated your technique, you knew you were outclassed and outmatched completely. Whoever had cursed Elakshi had been powerful, and this curse was a manifestation of their deepest anger, which must’ve run deep, the fury tinged with hatred at the edges.

Its forehead glowed green, but this was no normal curse, and perhaps it sensed the technique’s activation, as it bared its fangs at you, lifting its head so that its forehead was out of range. And when you squinted closely, you were dismayed to find that you’d have to stick a needle in between the tightly-woven scales — after all, there was no chance they’d pierce through otherwise, only bouncing off and having no effect. You’d have to be even more accurate than you usually were, and to make things worse, you wouldn’t be able to rely on your cursed signature detection to guide you the way you usually did.

“Where the hell is that stupid, useless bag of bones Naoya?” you muttered, stepping in front of Elakshi to shield her with your body from the curse, which, true to her word, only had eyes for her.

“Thank you for looking out for me,” Elakshi said suddenly, interrupting the string of unflattering names you were calling Naoya in your mind. “But you should go. It doesn’t care about you, it only wants me, and maybe I’ve run long enough. It’s — it’s just about time for me, but that doesn’t mean the both of us have to die.”

“What are you saying?” you said.

“I’m saying you should escape while you can. Leave me here; the curse will be distracted and sated with me, allowing you to get away and meet up with your associate,” she said. It was a sound plan, but all you saw when you looked at her was yourself. Scared and alone and vulnerable and wishing desperately for someone to save you.

“Not likely,” you said, “I’ll die before you if I must, but I’m going to be a sorcerer proper, and I’m not about to abandon someone I’m meant to take care of. Not today, and not ever.”

Her eyes shone at this, though she yelped when the curse’s tail came crashing down where you were standing. You yanked her out of the way, barely managing to avoid the blow, which knocked the hospital bed across the room instead. It smashed into the walls, the metal crumpling like paper from the sheer force.

“I want to help. How do we fight it?” she said. You shook your head immediately, throwing a needle.

“Shit!” you shouted in frustration when the weapon harmlessly knocked off the curse’s diamond-hard scales. As you had expected, it did nothing, not when you couldn’t get the needle to pierce into the weak spot itself.

“They won’t beat you for that?” Elakshi said in alarm.

“For what, swearing? They can certainly try, though my teacher is probably a worse offender than the rest of us in terms of foul language. I’m sure Naoya would say something if he were here, but as it is, I’m not in the business of particularly caring what Naoya thinks — look out!”

Evidently irritated by your attack, the curse had lunged at you with open jaws. You shoved Elakshi out of the way without thinking, narrowly dodging yourself, whimpering when one of its teeth scraped your arm.

Although you were technically the higher ranking sorcerer, you suddenly wished very badly to be Tullia. The curse’s venom pumped into your veins, and you felt yourself going limp and sluggish despite the very small amounts that had entered your bloodstream. If you had been Tullia, you would probably feel incredible at the moment, but as it was, you felt near collapse already.

“Are you okay?” Elakshi said.

“Do I look okay?” you tried to say, though it ended up sounding more like nonsense than anything, a clear sign that something was terribly wrong. The venom was fast-acting, and you had no clue how to reverse it — reverse it!

Closing your eyes, you tried to draw deep into yourself, searching for that familiar knife of cursed energy, aching to stab it into your heart and then become whole once more. You did not have much time; it was doubtful that Elakshi could avoid the curse on her own for very much longer.

But there was nothing. You tried and you tried but there was nothing, no tell-tale healing, no slowing of the poison, just pain pain pain as the blade of the technique jabbed into your very essence and the venom began to spread. Your father must’ve been right; as long as you continued to refine Dissection, you could not use Composition. Now, your decision was catching up to you in a bad way, yet still you could not muster the strength within you to regret it.

Stumbling around like a newborn, you quit trying to heal yourself. It was only embarrassing, anyways, only hurt yourself more and drained energy that you needed to fight. Because this was the truth of the matter: you would rather die like this than live a single day the way you once had, locked away and only brought out to heal insufferable men like Naoya.

At least it would mean something. At least Naoya might be able to save Elakshi. This was enough to bolster your now-shallow reserves of energy, and even though your eyes threatened to fall shut at any moment, you resolutely kept them open, your face scrunching as you tried to throw your needles in the curse’s direction.

It slammed its body into you and you fell to the ground like a limp ragdoll, dimly aware of Elakshi gasping in horror. Though you could not bring yourself to stand again, you rolled out of the way of another attack, ending up on your back and throwing another needle at the curse, which dodged with the imperious attitude of a king, swiping its tail at you almost lazily. You probably should’ve been offended, but considering you could barely move at this point, you decided it would be a wasted emotion.

Sprawled on your stomach with blood seeping out of your nose and dripping from the corner of your lips, you marvelled at how quickly things had changed. You should’ve known when your phone started glitching that the curse was near, but you were still nothing more than a weak idiot who only ever won fights when you managed to get lucky.

Being lucky was all that you had going for you. Lucky that when you had fought Todo, the battlefield had been flat and free of obstacles. Lucky that when you had exorcised the flying snake curse during the Night Parade, Tullia had had enough cyanide that she could throw you that far — not to mention, that Nanami had been there to catch you when you fell from the sky. Lucky that when you had brought Yuta back from the dead, something had intervened, whether it was Rika or Yuta himself or even your love for him that had done the job. When had you ever accomplished something purely based on your own skills? It seemed to you that the only thing that ever happened was that you got lucky with your environment and your partners.

And now that your luck had run out, all you could do was lie on the floor and bleed. The snake curse that had been hunting Elakshi had not even needed to try in order to fight you; a simple scratch of its teeth and you were out for the count, being batted around like a mouse by a cat.

You could feel the heat of the curse’s breath as it dove at you, its jaws once again wide open. You should get out of the way, you should move, you should do something, anything, but all you could do was lie there in acceptance. There was no doubt about it; the curse was going to eat you, and then Elakshi soon after, and at this point, there was nothing you could do about it.

Right when you predicted the moment of impact would be, the warmth vanished, replaced with a rush of cool air. You were too dazed to question what had happened, only grateful that you were not currently being digested.

“Can’t move?” Naoya said, nudging you in the side with his foot. When you didn’t respond, he scoffed, and you felt more than saw him take a knee beside you, his fingers lacing into your hair as he jerked your head up. “Say cheese, little L/N. Seems like women really don’t belong in the sorcery world, huh? At least your pretty face wasn’t all messed up. Look, another good picture! We’re both so photogenic, aren’t we? I think I’ll post this one, too. Want me to tag you in it?”

For all his insufferable ego, Naoya was by no means weak. He had exorcised the snake curse nearly effortlessly, and he picked you up without a problem, holding you securely to his chest, probably thrilled at the turn of events. Because you had just completely botched your first mission, and there was absolutely no way you’d ever get to go on another one again. It wasn’t like you deserved to, anyways, you were just a stupid deadweight that got in the way and couldn’t do anything unless everything went absolutely perfectly.

“Uh, excuse me, sir, but where should I go?” Elakshi said.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Naoya said. “I’m sure there’s a kitchen somewhere where you could be useful.”

“I’m like you and her,” Elakshi said. “I have magic, too.”

“Do you? As you can see, women have no use for magic. It only leads them to trouble, so you’d do well to stay far from anything resembling it,” Naoya said, patting you on the cheek as if to emphasize his point. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, but the final thing you heard was Elakshi’s determined exclamation and Naoya’s exasperated response.

“I won’t let any more people get hurt because of me! I don’t care if it gets me into trouble, I want to learn how to be strong like her!”

“You think little miss L/N is strong? Then you’re mentally fucked and I can’t be bothered to help you, nor is there enough help in the world to fix you. Go on, then, get in the car. I’ll leave you with the rest of the nutjobs at the Tokyo school; if it means I don’t have to listen to your annoying ass voice anymore, then I’m all for it. It hardly matters to me whether you die or not.”

When you woke up, it was to a veritable conference of people in the infirmary with you. Tullia was in the bed beside you, sound asleep, while Maki had awkwardly squeezed into a chair and had nodded off as well. Panda was curled up on the floor, snoring away, and Toge was using him as a cushion, leaning against his fluffy body while he read a book. Yuta was pacing the room, glaring at the phone he held in his hand, while Elakshi was pressed into the corner, eyes darting around between all of you. She was the first to notice that you had woken up, and she cheered quietly once she did.

“You’re awake!” she said. Yuta froze in place before striding across the room, at your side in an instant. Before you could ask him what was happening or how long you had been out for, his lips were on yours and you were dying again.

You never felt so close to death as you did when you were kissing Yuta — it was like he was intimately connected with the sensation, like touching him was flirting with the afterlife. He took and he took, stole your breath and devoured your lips and dug his fingers into your face with so much power that you were certain he’d leave bruises, and then you were desperately pulling at his wrists, and whether you wanted more or less, you could not be certain. But it was not left up to you to decide; with a whine, Yuta crumpled to the floor in front of an unimpressed Toge, whose leg was still raised from kicking Yuta in the back of the knee.

“Bonito flakes,” he said in disapproval, leaning over Yuta’s prone form and tapping your jaw, raising an eyebrow at Yuta, who at least looked ashamed of himself.

“Sorry,” he said, standing and dusting himself off, “I just — that picture that he posted — and then he came in with her and she was bleeding so much and she almost — if it hadn’t been for Tullia, god, she would’ve —”

“What’s going on?” you said groggily, still somewhat stunned. “What did Tullia do?”

“Is Tullia the blonde girl?” Elakshi said when it was obvious Yuta was too distressed to do anything meaningful in the way of explaining. You nodded. “Oh, alright. Well, the poison mixed in with your blood so well that there was no way to extract it. Ieri was able to stop it from spreading further, but it was still a gamble if you’d pull through. To make things worse, there was no way to dispose of the contaminated blood; it corroded every container she tried to put it in, and it was all she could do to stop it from reaching your heart.”

“What?” you said, flexing your fingers. “But I feel fine.”

“Ieri said that if we could figure out a way to store the poisoned blood, she could just drain it out and use her Reverse Cursed Technique to replenish your supply with healthy blood, meaning you’d recover without an issue,” Elakshi explained. You frowned. Yuta gripped your hand tightly, and you did not protest. You could only bear death when it came in his form; anything else scared you beyond words.

“But you said that it corroded everything it touched,” you said. They must’ve figured something out, but your mind was still slow, you still couldn’t put it together, couldn’t place your finger on what you knew to be the obvious.

“Bonito flakes,” Toge said again, pointing at Tullia. Your eyes widened as everything fit together, and you did not need Yuta to explain what she had done for you, though he did so regardless.

“Not her,” he said grimly. “She gambled, said that it wouldn’t corrode her. Shoko advised against it, but when has Tullia ever listened to advice like that? She drank it. She swallowed so much of your blood that we thought she’d drown in it, but she kept drinking, and she nearly threw up from the taste, but she swallowed that down, too, just in case her vomit was corrosive as well.”

“Will she be alright?” you said.

“Salmon,” Toge reassured you.

“I can’t promise that Naoya will be, though. He’s gotten suspended for a few months, and I’m going to kill him,” Yuta said.

“Huh?” you said.

“Supposedly, he broke the rules in splitting up with you and willfully putting you in danger despite it being your first mission of the caliber. I told the higher ups how you had sacrificed yourself to protect me and were willing to die for your job, and they were suitably impressed. So, if it’s any consolation, you at least passed and got a recommendation,” Elakshi said.

“Congratulations,” Yuta said, stroking your hair. “Though I’m just glad you’re alive. Please never do that again. Please don’t scare me like that again. I can’t lose — not you, too. Please not you.”

You barely registered his words. Because how had you passed when you barely deserved your rank as it was?

Naoya had willfully put you into danger. It was as Tullia had said it the other day: you weren’t at your peak as a sorcerer. You still had so much to improve on, so much to work on, but that was the whole point of these missions, wasn’t it? If Naoya hadn’t left you alone, if you had been with someone like Nanami or Kaito or even Mei-Mei, this experience would’ve been a positive one. Because you would’ve gotten feedback on what you needed to work on and the support of someone stronger than you, who could deal with things before they went to shit the way they had today.

Luck had failed you today, and so had Naoya. But, after everything, your friends had not. They were the only sort of fortune you needed, and you made a promise to yourself that this would not set you back. You would continue to fight. You would become so strong that one day, you would never need luck again. And on that day, you’d pay the people you loved back for everything they’d ever done for you.

Blissfully unaware, Tullia continued to sleep, and oddly enough, you were not surprised at all to find that the rise and fall of her chest and yours were perfectly in sync.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x you #yuuta x y/n #canon au #reader insert #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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Week One: Mystery

Summary: This story takes place in the Mystery Dungeon AU I’ve been working on for a while and hold dear to my heart. For this first, it takes place in the Mystery Dungeon AU where everyone is a pokemon. Stan and Ford are Alolan and Kantoian Meowth's respectively and their parents Filbrick and Caryn are a Perserker and Kantoian Persian, and Shermie is a Perserker. How I interpret it as what kind of pokemon they are is determined by genetics and not by game mechanics. Depending on a pokemon's ancestry can determine what pokemon will be born. Other characters such as my ocs Andrea Pereira and Lucina Evergreen are here, too, and they are an Eevee and Shiny Kanotian Vulpixen respectively. Hope this explains things and enjoy this for Week One of @stanuary and onwards! Chapter 1 is here on AO3, too.

Team Mystery

Stan, a young Alolan Meowth, awoke early in the morning and would nudge his twin to wake from his sleep, eager to get up and go for this particular day. The day they start a new adventure.

“Sixer, wake up!” the young Alolan Meowth urged his Kantoian counterpart.

“Mrow!” Ford yowled. “What, Stanley?” He rubbed his tired eyes with a six-toed paw.

“Today’s the day we’re gonna start our explorers team! Team Mystery!” Despite knowing him and his brother aren’t old enough to become a professional, recognized adventure team by the Explorer’s Guild standard’s, yet, that wasn’t going to stop Stan and his brother from getting a start at it. Ford’s lips formed a bright smile as he put on his glasses and leaped down from his bed. Stan hoped one day to meet the founder and leader himself to work with. Stan pulls out the carrying case from under the bed that contains the items they think they’ll need for this adventure they have planned. Once they find something to do, that is.

The two have their breakfast and leave a note for their parents to find, taking some berries and other food for later before heading out the door and outside into the streets. The beach town was bustling with pokemon going about their own business, most of them being water types given the town is by the ocean on the east coast.

Stan and Ford were making their way to the local bulletin board just outside of the Peliper Postal Office when a thought occurred with Stan.

“Oh wait! We forgot to invite Andy and Lucy!” Stan just remembered their Eevee and Shiny Vulpix friends who make their team complete. Stan was over the moon when the girls accepted his and Ford’s offer to become part of their unofficial team. And since it was summer, Lucy would be around for their summer adventures. He’d hate to leave the two out of their adventures in exploring, rescuing and seeking out treasure.

Thankfully, Ford seemed to find the two ahead of them when he pointed at them.

“Seems like they got a head start.” Stan and Ford go up to the two who were looking at the bulletin board, scanning for the tasks they’re able to do and succeed in. Each job ranked from letters E to S, S being the highest and way beyond what the four are capable of.

“Hey, girls!” Stan greeted.

“Stan! Ford!” Andrea greeted the two meowths, her tail wagging in eagerness. “Me and Lucy managed to get here first! Think we can solve some mysteries around here.” Lucy pointing at the jobs listed. This piques the twin’s interests as they scan the board and see which ones seem more interesting and can get them more rewards. Stan slapped at the C level job that’s within their area.

“We can do this one!” Stan pulled the entry down that reads: ‘ Can someone find my basket? I lost it somewhere in Question Mark Cove. Will reward 400 coins. ’ Ford gave an affirming nod.

“Question Mark Cove? I think we can manage a trip there. I believe it's only ten levels down.”

“Perfect! We find this basket and get my – I mean our money. Split it evenly.” Andrea giggled, figuring Stan may take more of the share. Lucina rolled her eyes, but she was looking forward to exploring a cove.

“Ascot, look what we have here!” directed a Minun named Dicky to his Plusle brother as they approached the board. “New jobs! And a couple of wannabe adventurers who don’t even have official badges!” The Sibling brothers were still sore about how Stan and Ford and Andrea got the better of them last summer.

“Hey! We’ll get ours one day.” pouted Andrea.

“Yeah, go get your own jobs and shove off, sparkplugs.” Stan stuck his tongue out and pulled down his lower eyelid to mock them. The Sibling Brothers look at the group and let out a haughty laugh.

“Oh, we will. We’re going for something more… rewarding.” Dicky would leap up the bulletin board and retrieve a wanted poster of a criminal pokemon that appears to be a rough-looking Carrascosta. Ascot finished.

“Such as apprehending a criminal and collecting the bounty in Question Mark Cove.” The two leave laughing at the four dumbstruck pokemon behind to go off to fulfill the job. Stan was fuming as he couldn’t let this slide. He wasn’t going to let those jerks discourage him, his brother and friends.

“How ‘bout we go get that basket and get that bounty.” Ford, Lucina and Andrea gasped.

“Wait, what? We can’t do that. It’s something adults do, not us kids.” Lucina reasoned, scared about confronting a bigger and stronger pokemon they’re not prepared to face.

“Those two have no idea what they’re up against.” Ford watched the twins go towards the cove. They too were children as well. Stan mustered up the confidence to give the three and himself the morale they needed.

“Come on! With the four of us working together and using our moves, there’s nothing we can’t do. We’ll face whatever is down there and come back here to complete the job!” The three young pokemon looked between each other and smiled at Stan.

“We can give it a shot.” Ford approved, having a backup plan should things go south in having packed an escape orb.

Later down the Question Mark Cove…

The four pokemon managed to handle themselves against the opposing pokemon in the cove during their escapade down into the levels. They even managed to find the missing basket intact. However, they hadn’t seen the Sibling brothers since entering inside. Which Ford would point out.

“Do you think they’re in trouble? Wouldn’t hurt to check.”

“If the criminal got them, good riddance.” dismissed Stan. Something Lucina didn’t like.

“It would be wrong to just leave them alone down here to die.” Andrea sighed, seeing her friend speak true.

“Yeah, even if they are stupid jerks, they’re still kids like us.”

“Fine, let’s go find them.”

The four proceed down into the tenth and final floor of the cove and find what looks to be a makeshift hideout, no doubt belonging to the criminal, but no sign of the Sibling brothers. Stan and Ford call out for them.

“Hey! Dick and Asshole! Call out if you hear us!” Andrea giggled in response to Stan swearing.

“Did you catch the crook?”

They hear nothing for a second under loud, thundering footprints could be heard. It was the wanted Carracosta that goes by the name Crush the Undertow. His shell and maw riddled with visible scars from previous confrontations. He let out an uproar of laughter.

“Ye friends yer lookin’ fer are here no longer!” Crush lumbered over. “They turned their tails and ran off in fear of I, Crush the Undertow!” Stan and Ford growled, figuring the brothers would do something like this.

“Well we’re going to beat you ourselves!” challenged Stan and unsheathed his claws.

“Yeah, we’re not scared of you!” Andrea braced herself and her fur bristled. Ford and Lucina preparing for a fight.

Crush slapped his hard chest and bellowed.

“Then have at the, children! Give me a challenge! ”

It would be a challenging battle for the four young pokemon. Crush wasn’t holding back against the four, using his rock and water moves to get the upper hand. Stan, Ford, Lucina and Andrea have to act quick to try to dodge the attacks, and give it their all in turn. Ford didn’t have enough left to use against Crush, having used much of what they had and found throughout the cove. Ford could see they’re no match for this beast of a pokemon. Lucina having gotten knocked out upon getting hit against the wall, and Andrea getting her out to safety.

“We have to retreat!”

Crush targeted Ford and taunted.

“Ye not gonna run away like cowards are ye?!” Crush opened his mouth and released a high pressure amount of water at Ford. Stan would bound and leap to use his claws to deliver a strong swipe of his claws, aiming for the mouth and was successful, leading Crush to be off his aim. But it left Stan open to be attacked by Crush using his flipper to slam Stan against the wall and pin him there.

“Ya nicked me good, boy, but this ends now.”

Ford brought out the blast seed to use as a last resort to eat it, and unleashed a strong enough force to hit Crush and knock him down, releasing the injured Stan. Ford rushed over to help Stan up and give him an oran berry.

“Come on, Stan, get up.” Stan chewed and swallowed the rejuvenating berry that helped a little. “We need to go help the girls and tell the Magezone Chief about this.” Stan nodded at his brother, a lot ringing in his mind and thinking this could have gone better.

They hear steps coming towards them and it was none other than the Sibling Brothers, never having left. The plusle and minun clapping their paws.

“Well done!”

“Yes, very good! You defeated the crook in our place.” Stan and Ford glared at the two.

“You… you cowards! You got us to fight your battle so you can claim credit! You two could have taken him down with being electric types.” Dickie and Ascot would scoff, not having shame in it.

“And you did a fine job.”

“Saved us the trouble without using up our own resources to do it. Let us offer a deal.” Ascot presents. “You let us have this and we’ll put in a good word to have you and your team become a recognized rescue team with badges and everything from the Explorer’s Guild.”

“That is not what being an explorer is about, Sibling Brothers.” A strong voice spoke from behind them. The four boys turned to see a stoic Lucario and two of his teammates, a Pidgeot and Blissey, tending to Andrea and Lucina’s injuries. They heard everything admitted. “I’m immensely disappointed in you two for using others to fight your battles and perform your tasks, taking credit for their efforts while you’ve done none.” The plusle and minun cowered, fearing the worst was going to happen. And it does. “As the leader and founder of the Explorer’s Guild, I hereby strip you of your rank and badges, banished from the Explorer’s Guild henceforth.” He reached and opened his paw to take the badges away. Reluctantly, Dicky and Ascot relinquished their badges and carrying case and took a walk of shame out of the cove.

Stan and Ford were astonished by what just happened. The founder and leader himself, Ryland, along with his team to rescue them. Stan was relieved to see things were going to be okay, but feels guilty he got the girls and his brother into this mess.

Ryland turned to Stan and Ford. “We’ll take care of this, you and your friends need to be treated.” Stan and Ford nodded up and took their leave to get treated by the Blissey named Belle.

“Your friends sent out an SOS and we were the first to receive it,” Belle smiled as she bandaged up Lucina. “Good thing we did. You four were very brave.” Hearing that made Stan feel a bit better, but he felt guilt over endangering his brother and friends.

“I’m sorry, guys, we should have retreated sooner,” Stan lowered his head. Ford, Andrea and Lucina showed weak smiles.

“Don’t be down, Stan, things got messy and we turned out alive,” reassured Andrea. “And we found the basket to take back to the client looking for it.” The pidgeot named Soarin would offer.

“If I may, I can help deliver it swiftly and without delay. I assure you that I will give you four full credit for your efforts. What should I call your group?”

“Team Mystery,” the four young pokemon agreed.

The next day…

Stan and Ford are called from downstairs by their mom as they got a letter.

“Hey, boys! You have mail!” Their mother Caryn the Kantoian Persian smiled. “And from the Explorer’s Guild no less.”

“Wait, what?” Stan and Ford questioned. The two read the letter, and from what they determined, they are offered to join the Explorer’s Guild. In addition, some of the reward money that came from not only returning the basket to the client looking for it, but part of the bounty from apprehending the criminal carracosta. Stan couldn’t believe it. His dream was coming true.

“We can be official explorers! Badges and everything!” Stan beamed ear to ear. Ford liked the sound of that. “Team Mystery is in business!”

“I like the sound of that, Stan, but let’s stick with what we can handle before we aim for higher jobs.”

“It’s a deal, Sixer.” It was the beginning of a new adventure.

#stanuary 2023 #stan pines #ford pines #vulpixen writes #vulpixens ocs #mystery dungeon au #andrea pereira #lucina evergreen #week one: mystery #stanley pines #stanford pines

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And this is why I don't romance anyone in DAI and why my canon Quizzies have few friends among my Inner Circle (imho it's Dorian, Sera, Iron Bull, Cole, bless you all). And why I believe that DAI companions are the weakest compared to DAO and DAII.

They're not your "found family". Save from certain companions, each of them have their own agenda to join you. Scratch that, they don't join you, they join the organization. Their approval depends of whether you do things that align to their agenda or not. They don't care if you're burned out or anything.

This is the reason why Dorian, despite his Tevinter origins and less than pleasant parts of his personality that I find my brow raising thanks to his upbringing, is one of the most beloved characters in the third game. Even I end up adoring and respecting him. Why? Because he takes the initiative to offer his friendship to you. His reason to join the Inquisition is purely altruistic (to stop the Venatori and basically Corypheus' people for destroying southern Thedas and further ruining his own country and their chances to reform). And the way you will majorly lose his approval is basically being an asshole, not by doing that would go against his political agenda. He will admit that he is wrong if it clear as day. So yeah, fuck off Giselle.

It's hilarious that my Heroes of Ferelden are close to Leliana because the latter treat them as individual and thus greatly treasure their romance/friendship, but to my Inquisitors, they resent her because she forced them into something that they're not just to soothe her pain of losing Justinia. If they have it their way, they would prefer not to see her again, even if her policies as the Divine aligns to what my Quizzies have in mind. Same goes with Cassandra and Varric (who hypocritically insists that Hawke is just a person yet dehumanizes Quizzy, sometimes right on their faces). Respect is the highest form my canon Quizzies can give to those people who aren't Dorian, Sera (although she has her moments of insisting that you're the Herald, ultimately she treats you like just one of them), Cole and Bull (providing that you choose his Bull persona over Hissrad) because they just happen to be the ones who keep them alive for so long. They may make the best of their current situation, but they don't forget names.

on a second DA:I playthrough i’m noticing so much more foreshadowing in companion/advisor dialogue of how cadash/adaar/lavellan/tracelyan as a person HAS to be obliterated by the inquisition as a political, religious, and narrative force and the title of inquisitor.

mother giselle tells you from the beginning it doesn’t matter what you believe about being/not being the herald; you are an icon to the common people and the chantry.

josephine tells you after the truth about “andraste”/justinia is revealed in the fade—it doesn’t matter what you saw or felt, only what is remembered collectively.

dorian tells you if you ask to go with him to tevinter—you can never undo being the inquisitor, and would take away his agency just by being there.

varric tells you in haven that you’re a tragic hero, and asks at the wicked grace game if there is still a “you” separate from the inquisitor.

solas tells you in skyhold, if you tell him you intend to disband the inquisition, that the power you’ve amassed can’t be destroyed, and will only pass to less worthy hands if you relinquish it.

and all of that is just off the top of my head and comes up before ameridan’s name is ever mentioned.

and it’s all been said before but like! fuck! truth is the game was rigged from the start! you’ve been COOKED, inquisitor! YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME! it’s so fucking good

#dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age the inquisitor

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Asgard's Wrath 2 Review - Worthy Of The Gods - Game Informer

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Asgard's Wrath 2 Review - Worthy Of The Gods - Game Informer

Asgard’s Wrath 2 stands out in a sea of virtual reality titles available on the market today. As the showcase piece for the Meta Quest 3, this sequel offers an experience rarely seen in the category, weaving together an exciting blend of action, intricate puzzle design, and semi-open-world environments. With the clever use of VR mechanics, you discover new surprises even after playing for dozens of hours. Asgard’s Wrath 2 is a VR game that’s difficult to put down, even as the Quest 3’s battery life often requires you to. However, while it does start out strong, it hits a few stumbling blocks along the way.

Asgard’s Wrath 2 immediately follows the events of the first game. The god of mischief, Loki, has managed to escape, and it’s up to you to track him down. The big difference now is that your journey takes you to the vast sand seas of Egypt, where you meet other deities willing to help you in your search.

There’s an immense world just waiting to be explored, which gave me a sense of awe as I looked at my surroundings and the sheer scope of what Sanzaru Games crafted. Moreover, the game’s visual flair, powered solely by a standalone headset like the Quest 3, remained impressive from a technical standpoint as I ventured through the picturesque landscape in this lengthy action RPG.

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As you play through Asgard’s Wrath 2, you control distinct heroes with their respective narrative arcs. For example, you encounter the warrior Abraxas as he’s robbing a tomb. Later on, you control the river nymph Cyrene in her own chapter. You also meet various animal companions, such as a boar that can wade through lava and a panther that can cause illusory blocks to solidify. These concepts, in terms of traversal and puzzle-solving, make each companion’s functions quite unique, though the A.I. noticeably fumbles during battles. In some cases, they won’t even attack an enemy right next to them until you manually target that foe.

Combat mechanics push the boundaries of what VR gameplay can be, thanks to each hero’s assortment of weapons. This arsenal creates genuinely unique and refreshing playstyles. For instance, I’d get into the thick of the fray as Abraxas, slashing with a whip-sword in my right hand while tossing axes with my left. Meanwhile, the ranger Alvilda required me to perform rapid flicking motions to shoot different magic arrows. Surprisingly enough, the most mechanically complex character was an undead scribe named Djehuty; I had to place both hands in front of my headset and make a pulling motion to decapitate the character; then, I could use the head to possess foes.

Regrettably, I had a few issues with the controls, especially when grabbing weapons, since the controller has difficulty detecting the action unless I sit upright. Likewise, throwing weapons or firing projectiles, even with aim assist options enabled, became frustrating and tiring.

Still, the most fascinating feature of Asgard’s Wrath 2 is its puzzles, which show what can truly be achieved by VR games in terms of immersion, creativity, and engagement. Since you’re playing as a god, you can use your divine form to take control of larger structures, often switching to your hero character, who then traverses the area with the help of animal companions. The highest praise I can give Asgard’s Wrath 2 is that, at times, it feels like the Zelda VR game enthusiasts have been waiting for. Major puzzles are presented as grand set pieces – moments that filled me with wonder upon reaching these sections and a sense of satisfaction upon coming up with a solution.

Sadly, the sheer abundance of puzzles leads to poor pacing during specific segments, such as escaping a dungeon’s traps, only to realize that another brain teaser awaited instead of a climactic boss battle. The game’s last few chapters also feel rushed compared to the arcs of the first two heroes.

Asgard’s Wrath 2 still boasts an epic campaign that can take upwards of 70 hours to complete, chockful of numerous locales, lairs, and secrets to discover. Likewise, an infinitely replayable roguelike mode is waiting for you well after you’re done with the campaign and the overworld areas. In spite of a few qualms, Asgard’s Wrath 2 remains an offering worthy of the gods.

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keepershortfilm · 1 year ago

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Script Development + Inspirations - Story and Character

This script development post has been written at the end of the term. Whilst, it will be posted in the middle of all these posts.

In conclusion, writing is tough. Sean, I only have the highest respect for you. Everything has to be prepared and planned but then it doesn't, you have to work off of feeling and is truly an art form in itself. I wish I had prepped and researched more than I did. Even though I spoke to over 10 different people in different positions of football to get an accurate and up-to-date idea of youth football I still find my knowledge lacking.

I rely too heavily on structure as I find my knowledge to be extensive on the topic. My dialogue is criminally insecure due to not having confidence in what my characters say. However, as the drafts continued and my insecurities fell to the side I found myself understanding and knowing these characters. I feel that writing this will be a therapeutic experience and will help my production team understand what I am writing.

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My initial intention in writing this story was to focus on how a young person deals with being dropped from a football team. Have their dream in life come to an end and have to figure out where they stand in the universe now. The story I feel now is drastically different but for a good reason. This story, to be told correctly I think needs room to breathe and could not have been done correctly in 10 pages. So I changed my position on the matter, began speaking to youth players who had gone through it and realised that the most interesting topic to focus on is actually what children go through during the training session.

So the story focused on a youth football player experiencing academy football for the first time. If you have played football with your friends, it is competitive and fun (in my opinion) but with academy football, when speaking to most players who have gone through the system, it sucks all fun out of the game, you have to fall into line or you can forget about ever making it as a player. It is a system created to produce wonder kids instead of helping everyone grow and learn football. Now, I don’t have a problem with this when you are 18 dedicating your career to it, but if you are 12 or 13 growing up, just wanting to play football and develop a skill, coaches take this aggressively seriously. Think Fletcher from Whiplash.

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So we introduce our character, Will who is 14, he has just been offered a contract at his local football club academy. He wants to be a goalkeeper when he grows up, or that is the plan.

We then introduce Graham, a golden era coach, he has been through the academy system and when it didn’t go his way and he was “dropped” he turned his sights to coaching so that every kid he took under his wing had the development and skills necessary to make it as a football player.

He seems like a guy who just wants to help kids achieve their dreams but what I don’t think a lot of people realise is that to become a football player, you have to give everything to make it. Going back to what the players I interviewed said, all the fun was taken out of it, they didn’t want to play football anymore because of the pressure. To make it as a player, you have to give your body, mind and soul to it.

Will is not aware of this. He has the idealistic views of football, he thinks becoming a player will make him happy and solve all of his problems. Graham on the other hand is a realist. He knows that even if they give everything to the game it still might not be enough, but he pushes them anyway, he doesn’t want them to have the regret and burden he had to take on when he was dropped. The result of this though, is that he pushes these kids way too far, if they don’t hit his standard he discourages them from coming back to save them from being crushed in the future. He would rather they all hate him than pour all their soul into a dream that won’t happen.

But there are two supporting characters I need to mention that I think play an important role. We have Aaron, a goalkeeper the same age as Will. He has been there several years longer than Will and has lost all love for football and its magic. He is numb to it and is a representation of what training with Graham will do. The other character is Malcolm, Will’s father. He is a supportive father who only wants his son to have fun, he may unintentionally put pressure on Will, as he won’t want to let his dad down. But in the end, he needs to be there for the son whose dreams and passions are thrown out the window.

Football in my eyes is Cruel Optimism. A theory I believe posed by Lauren Berlant. Basically, how I perceive her theory is the idea that you are seeking something (football) to make you happy but actually do the opposite. Much like a toxic relationship, you seek love and care but in return, you are neglected. It’s very similar to football. You think that by making it as a player it will solve all your problems but in reality all those years of training damage you as a human being, fighting to praise an older male figure, competing against everyone for a place that could be taken away from you at any moment.

Logline - A young goalkeeper has to impress a bitter coach who is obsessed with pushing his dreams onto the young footballers.

Synopsis - Will wants nothing more than to play football when he grows up. Imagine, playing football as a job. He goes along to training and enters a room with other players his age (14.) There he meets Graham an old-era coach, who wants these kids to all make it as professional players. But, as the night continues, Will gets a reality check on what Graham Football Club thinks it takes to be a player. Pushed against the other players and against himself, he goes too far and is injured in a match. Graham sits him down and tells him the truth, if you can’t handle it you aren’t going to make it. Will has to make the heavy decision to stop playing football crushed by the high standards clubs ask for, he goes home with his dreams in ruin.

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beforekokomo · 2 years ago

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my fav words used by taylor and their meaning

disclaimer 1: yeah i like a lot of words, yeah i love all words in mastermind and glitch, but i'll spare you of all that.

disclaimer 2: i ADORE all of taylor's lyrics, if she made her grocery list available i would probably include idk broccoli on this list, but thank god the woman is a genius

disclaimer 3: english is not my first language

midnights

melancholia (noun): deep sadness or gloom;

haze/hazy (noun): vagueness of mind or mental perception;

carnation (noun): flower, botanically known as Dianthus Caryophyllus which means “heavenly flower” or “the flower of love”;

legacy (noun): the long-lasting impact of particular events, actions, etc. that took place in the past, or of a person’s life;

anti-hero (noun): in brit eng a central character in a novel, play, film, etc, who lacks the traditional heroic virtues; in american eng the protagonist of a novel, play, etc. who lacks the virtues and estimable traits of a traditional hero;

lurching (verb): to move in a way that is not regular or normal, especially making sudden movements backwards or forwards or from side to side;

fleck (noun): a small mark or spot;

unbeknownst (adverb): happening or existing without the knowledge of someone specified;

unglued (adjective): not or no longer stuck; (of a person or state of mind) confused and emotionally strained;

periphery (noun): a boundary line;

wasteland (noun): a large area of land that has not been developed, usually because it cannot be easily used;

pretender (noun): a person who claims or aspires to a title or position;

montage (noun): the art or process of making a composite picture by bringing together into a single composition a number of different pictures or parts of pictures and arranging these, as by superimposing one on another, so that they form a blended whole while remaining distinct; a picture so made;

unravel (verb): to undo (something woven or tangled); untangle or separate the threads of; to make clear of confusion or involvement; solve;

contempt (noun): the feeling or attitude of one who looks down on somebody or something as being low, mean, or unworthy; familiarity breeds contempt to say that if you know a person or situation very well, you can easily lose respect for that person or become careless in that situation;

aura moonstone: a gemstone made from feldspar, which is a mineral of the earth's crust. the magical glow of moonstone is called the adularescent effect, which is an optical phenomenon caused by its unique inner composition that refracts and scatters light; moonstone is thought to harvest the energy of the moon, which embodies yin's passive and relaxing energy, its believed that this stone promotes positive well-being and enhances your intuition;

opacity (noun): the condition of lacking transparency or translucence; opaqueness;

bounty hunter (noun): a person who pursues a criminal or fugitive for whom a reward is offered;

summit (noun): the highest point of a hill or mountain;

humming (verb): to make a continuous low sound; to be busy and full of activity, excitement, sounds, or voices;

countermove (noun): an action by one person that is a reaction to an action by someone else;

assess (verb): to make a decision about a person or situation after considering all the information;

pawn (noun): the least valuable piece in the game of chess; a person who does not have any real power but is used by others to achieve something;

free-flowing (adjective): able to move without anything stopping it; happening or done in a continuous and natural way

groundwork (noun): work done in preparation for something that will happen later;

cascade (verb): to fall quickly and in large amounts;

mastermind (noun): someone who plans a difficult activity, often a crime, in detail and makes certain that it happens successfully;

machiavellian (adjective): using clever but often dishonest methods that deceive people so that you can win power or control;

blur (noun): something that you cannot see clearly; something that you cannot remember or understand clearly;

bloodshed (noun: destruction of life, as in war; the shedding of blood by injury, wound, etc;

ember (noun): a piece of wood or coal, etc. that continues to burn after a fire has no more flames;

poppy (noun): poppy is a plant with a large, delicate flower, usually red in colour; in Britain, on a particular day in november, people wear an artificial poppy in memory of the people who died in the two world wars;

pine (verb): to strongly desire esp. something that is difficult or impossible to obtain;

freeloading (verb): taking advantage of other people's kindness;

glitch (noun): a small problem or mistake that prevents something from being successful or working as well as it should;

happenstance (noun): chance or a chance situation, especially one producing a good result;

starry (adjective): full of or lit by stars;

blood-moon (noun): an instance of the moon in total eclipse appearing red as a result of red or orange light from the sun being refracted by the earth before reaching the moon;

counterfeit (adjective): copied exactly in order to make someone believe that the copy is the original;

solitaire (noun): a game played with cards by one person;

honorable mentions because i didn't find the meaning in reliable sources, only theories that deserve a specific post, or the meaning was too obvious:

burgundy

collarbone

graveyard

daisy may

blood-soaked

peppermint

half-moon eyes

meteor strike

sapphire tears

crimson clover

alleyways

brainwash

#taylor swift #midnights #swifties #taylor stans #taylor lyrics #artist of the decade #taylor is the best #mastermind #mastermind stan #glitch

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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OKAY so on the topic of Star Wars takes wrt “character ends up in an A/B/O universe where they’re an omega, but they were previously a cis male in their canon”

@atagotiak and I had some Thoughts on discord

So, obviously, Anakin would make a good omega and he’s also incredibly murdery. Foregone conclusion that we're using him for this.

There is no preexisting Anakin in the Omegaverse. He shows up JUST as the war is starting. Canon timeline is in the third year of the war (he’s 22), but whatever dumped him into omegaverse also tossed him back a few years. No de-aging, just a bit of mismatched timeline stuff.

He's... really good at war, and clearly a Jedi, so the Temple just kind of goes "WELL OKAY THEN, SURE, YOU'RE IN, EVERYONE PRETEND HE'S BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME." The Jedi, by and large, don't care about omegaverse dynamics beyond 'what do you need, medically, to be happy and healthy' and 'what do you need to be aware of so you can be prepared for biases you encounter in the field?’

None of the civilian natborns (mainly politicians) want to put him on the field because of those biases. Anakin, being Anakin, is VERY blatantly an omega in scent, has never been on suppressants (because it wasn't a thing he fucking NEEDED), is incredibly emotional as a person, loves kids, etc.

Like, nobody wants an omega fighting a war anyway, but THIS one is like PINNACLE omega, and those awful Jedi are making him FIGHT just because he's good at stab!

The Jedi: Actually, it's because he's got several years of war experience that we don't, and he's a good tactician that works well with the clones-- Coruscant: You MONSTERS The Jedi: Look, we gave him the option to not stab and he looked absolutely devastated. Anakin, several days earlier: You don’t want me? I’m not good enough??? Jedi: Also he can beat up at least half the temple.

He doesn't know a damn thing about dynamics, but he DOES know that sometimes he's so horny he wants to stab HARDER. The clones are largely disinterested in their generals' dynamics because between mostly-Mando* trainers and no-dynamic Kaminoans, they only really care if a person can shoot.

* Mandalore approves of Fighty Omegas. As far as (traditional) Mandalore is concerned, you want an omega that will kill the threats to your children as well as you do.

Anakin: You know more about being an omega than I do. Rex: ...I'm an alpha. Anakin: Yeah. Let that one sink in a bit.

We have two options for Obi-Wan!

Omegaverse local Obi-Wan (beta) has never met this man before, and is very unnerved that the immediate default reaction Anakin has to his presence is releasing Family pheromones as if Obi-Wan is his DAD and like. This strange, too-tall man from another dimension has got absolutely NO control over what he projects in the Force OR in his dynamic.

Obi-Wan was ALSO transplanted from canon to omegaverse, and is also an omega, for contrast reasons. He is nice and friendly and and likes poetry and that sort of thing... but also he has the highest dismemberment count in the movies. Also he doesn’t prioritize romance.

We went with the second one because it's hilarious.

Someone watching them spar: Wow, omegas from that universe are terrifying.

As previously mentioned, now with some tweaking to account for both: Obi-Wan and Anakin just straight up don't exist until they drop headfirst into the council room, already covered in blood. (It's mostly not theirs.)

Nobody realizes either one is an omega until they "naturalize" to this dimension and Anakin goes into heat... and doesn't realize it, actually, because his primary symptom is heightened protectiveness and aggression. Everyone else with the right nose realizes, because the man has no control over his pheromone production, but Anakin? No. He just stabs. He’s angry and horny and he will cut someone.

Ahsoka has no reaction to human pheromones but basically everyone smells Anakin's "my child!" reaction to her, so... Cool. Have a padawan, we guess.

Anakin ends up sparring a lot with Aayla and Ahsoka, because only humans and near humans have dynamics, so these two don't REACT to the pheromones situation.

(Palpatine is a Kindly Old Beta who tries to treat Anakin the way he EXPECTS Anakin wants to be treated, which is. Not. Accurate.)

(Anakin hates it.)

I'm just so in love with "An omega can't fight." "You wanna fuckin' bet?"

There are plenty of omega Jedi, by the way, it's just... most of them can keep it relatively low-key instead of Anakin's jet-engine broadcast. Some, if they're known to be omega, probably take advantage of being underestimated, like Obi-Wan probably (and especially a version of Obi-Wan that was always an omega, unlike this version). They have a very different way of presenting themselves than Anakin, who's not subtle about being an omega and also not subtle about being all aggressive and stabby.

At one point, Anakin has to protect some Very Traditional Individuals who get all "Stay back, Omega, it's not safe!" and he's just... so tired of this shit. “You are squishy civilians and I'm a trained Jedi Knight and accomplished GAR General who's killed more people in one sitting than there are in this entire palace. Sit the fuck down and let me do my job.”

It starts making the rounds that Anakin insisted on fighting in person, and the rumors shift from "how dare the Jedi force an omega to fight" and over into things that are deeply hurtful in-universe in the vein of "broken omega" and some people try to say it to his face but like...

He didn't grow up here.

He doesn't care.

Say that to one of his friends and he's going to rip out your spleen, probably, but say it to him and he's just staring at you flatly and asking if that's a negative on getting away from the encroaching battle droids, sir?

"You're rather unpleasant for an omega, aren't you?" [deeply offensive] "I literally could not give less of a fuck about your opinion. Move."

It's not that there aren't omegas that act like Anakin, either, it's just that most of them aren't, you know, Jedi who regularly interact with the upper crust, or capable of his level of destruction. Unbeknownst to Anakin, everyone clocks him as Outer Rim based on his behavior, well before his accent gives him away, and certainly before he mentions he's from Tatooine, because Core Omegas Don't Act Like That.

Someone they meet in a more diplomatic setting says something decently passive-aggressive about how at least Obi-Wan acts more like how an Omega should. Then a battle breaks out for some reason, and... well. Anakin and Obi-Wan cause such a scandal by keeping score of kills in a battle, don’t you know?

Turns out sending Anakin to fight Ventress is great because she keeps expecting him to react a certain way but NO he's here to STAB.

I like the idea that Obi-Wan's favorite opponent these days is Grievous because the cyborg doesn't have a nose, and thus gives zero fucks about dynamics or heats. Dooku is a rich old man who has opinions heavily influenced by Sith Juice Making Him More of a Dick, and the Dathomiri can smell dynamics even if they don't have them, and so they have biases about those things. Meanwhile, Grievous is just there to Kill, and Obi-Wan genuinely appreciates the lack of commentary on his dynamic.

Dooku’s probably an alpha, or a beta who's used the whole "we are more level-headed" thing as one of several angles to keep himself the public face and supreme commander of the CIS.

On to more fluffy things that have less to do with political biases.

There's a lot of "I'm upset that my loved ones don't know me," but also please understand the appeal of Obi-Wan marching up to Quinlan like "Yes, hello, I understand you've been read in on the full situation behind myself and my former padawan. I was close friends with your alternate universe self, which I feel is necessary disclosure before I propose the following: Would you like to join me for my upcoming heat, as I have minimal experience with the dynamics situation and even fewer people I actually trust, and I believe I can put my faith in you to treat it as casually as necessary while still having control and respect for my person."

(The Team is in a fairly safe place to process stuff, but having sudden unexpected changes to your biology has gotta be a little traumatizing, on top of ending up in a universe where none of your friends know you and people have a whole host of unfamiliar forms of sexism to point at you.)

Obi-Wan, who wasn't quite touch-averse but was much more easily overwhelmed by physical contact than Anakin (who craved it), suddenly finds his body switching gears and insisting on cuddles with Trusted Loved Ones, which is.... mostly Anakin, on account of nobody else really knowing him yet. Also Ahsoka, who is aware that she's something of a replacement for her alt-universe self, but Anakin explained it as "I love you so much no matter which dimension I'm in or what you're like, and I'd like to get to know you the way I got know her."

(It's rather eloquent for Anakin. He got Obi-Wan to help him draft up the script for when he pitched taking on omegaverse Ahsoka as a padawan.)

Anakin gets a more intensely sexual heat than 'usual' at one point for Reasons (IDK it could be as innocuous as 'we got better food than the usual rations and my body is reacting to the higher fat content with the belief that it's safer to have a baby now'), which nobody takes a whole lot of notice of because they're in a WAR, and also this is only his fourth one so it's not like he's got a lot to compare it to... except then the predominantly alpha clones can't stop themselves from reacting to the pheromones, mostly by wandering past his door and asking if he needs anything, offering up alpha-scented blankets and stuff for the nest to soothe the hormones, bringing snacks and electrolyte drinks, and like, Anakin is flattered, really, but fuck off please.

(He got a warning from medical a few hours before it hit that it would be different, so he actually does have alpha-scented fabrics to help him out. Apparently that's a thing you can just ask friends for, so he asked Rex if he had anything on hand that he could spare. He now has one of Rex’s recently-used sheets and a bodyglove in the nest.)

(Anakin has no idea how to feel about the nesting instinct, but at least it’s warm.)

Tia asked "Oh hey, who has the scared and horny reaction to his carnage?" and like.

Listen. I'm not saying I've been low-key imagining this as Rex being a very subby alpha who's really into Anakin's whole Thing but...

At one point Anakin gets injured in a way that requires painkillers and he ends up whining to the point of almost crying about the fact that nobody is cuddling him right now in medbay and Kix just gives up and comms Ahsoka to come hug her weird older brother.

And Then There Is Purring.

That’s a Thing Now.

Rex ends up in the pile somehow. He came over to check on Things and ended up yanked in by half-asleep, half-high Anakin, who has a grip like an octopus and no impulse control and is purring like a pod motor while NUZZLING HIM.

There’s a lot of blackmail photos featuring Rex’s very intense blush as he’s cuddled by his commander (giggling at him) and general (clinging like a tooka and rubbing himself all over).

Anakin is deeply offended that ANYONE thinks he'd want to get pregnant by just any old person, NO he needs to fall in LOVE there needs to be EMOTIONAL DRAMA and if Padme won't have him (apparently she's in a relationship and no he's not BITTER) then he'll find someone else to have a whirlwind romance with!

People think Anakin's a slut because he can't control his pheromone production (he has NO practice and for health reasons he can't go on suppressants) so he always smells open and ready for flirtations, which Obi-Wan also has to a somewhat lesser degree (he's older so his body just naturally produces less), and then someone tries to cross a boundary and grabs his ass and ANYWAY Anakin has to now fill out an incident report for breaking a civilian's arm.

Again.

#Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Rexwalker #Quinlan Vos #star wars #the clone wars #time travel #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #phoenix posts

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