#what is the ship name for victor and Monet?

[hellsbellssinclub]

It is 5am. This nightshift has been shit. Have some sabretooth musing.

Sabretooth being thrown into the pit and whole “I am really evil now guys” routine fucking sucked.

Yes sabretooth is supposed to be the bad guy. Yes he is supposed to be a serial killer and all round horrible guy who exists to cause Wolverine misery.

But throwing him into the pit right away really set a darker mood for the stories. The whole exiles thing was interesting but didn’t have much consequences tbh.

The council should have been called out more for what they did. There should have been more unease with the normal citizens who should have felt more on edge about being forced away.

And damn it it would have been more interesting to watch Sabretooth prowling away like the rest of villains who were milling about. It was a wasted story line that I am forcing myself to read through for fic purposes.

But fuck me the Uncanny x-men series and the weapon x force that followed it were amazing for sabretooth. They were top tier fic worth stories that I adored. Great relationship details and pretty sabretooth art as well!

Because they showed complexity in Sabretooth character too, he was trying to be different. Trying to change and be someone who his nature wasn’t. He was guilty and scared of himself and he was just 😍. I loved the inverted arch and I love Monet and Victors relationship.

It would have been great if that relationship had been acknowledged. There is one person on A03 who has written (nearly) all of the fics for them and I love their stuff. Other than a brief panel in Gen x I don’t think anyone has acknowledged that they were together.

Having Monet deal with being in a relationship with the old sabretooth and now having this one would have been fun. It would have made for good story and conflict in the general x men world.

So much wasted story potential.

I want more from Sabretooth. I want to see his trauma. I want to see him more than just evil man who is evil.

Where is the guy who is smart? Who used to be “I only use my claws for money and revenge”? If Sabretooth is going to be your big bad or henchman, could you at least make him dangerous?

Sabretooth war was a waste. The whole idea that Grayden was going around killing his father in alternate universes after sabretooth had saved him from Hell itself was a complete and utter dull story. Like, why couldn’t you have had graydon as a guy who was trying to change his life around Orcis trying to recuite him against his will? Why not have that? Why not have sabretooth be evil and still have his memories from being inverted? Have him still crushing on Monet.

There was so much they could have done with story. Instead they wasted so much potentional because they wanted to kill off a bunch of characters for shock “value”.

Okay I have to get back to my job but I will have more on this when I wake up this afternoon.

[brw]

Tony Stark and Reed Richards for the character ask thing

TONY STARK

how i feel about this character: 😬 ngl i... don't care for him. at all. i don't vehemently hate him, there's definitely times where i appreciate him & his personality but it's few and far between and i... genuinely do not get the hype. i think its mostly mcu fans' fault for my dislike, its just he's fucking EVERYWHERE now, it's impossible to miss him? like he plays a big role in EVERY avengers comic now, he gets ongoing titles all the time, and it's just so frustrating especially when you consider characters who used to be more or less on the same level on them (like hank pym! who, by the way, has been dead for 6 consecutive years! that would never happen with tony!) or even more popular than him now get streamlined because of the mcu's popularity. by himself, i don't really mind him that much, but with how famous he is now and how large and frankly annoying his fan base is i just... now really do not like the character.

all the people i ship romantically with this character: short list here; reed, because i find their dymanic of reed as someone who does everything for his family and will do everything and anything he can to protect their interests above everyone else but also wants to keep his hands clean and believes, genuinely, in the good of the world, and tony as someone who will do horrendous things in the name of the greater good who always has the bigger picture in mind interesting. i also don't know a lot about it but he seems cute with rhodey? even if i think rhodey deserves a bigger chance to be his own character away from tony as is sometimes denied i can always appreciate a good best friends to lovers dymanic :)

my non romantic otp for this character: um? i honestly don't know 😭 i don't like him enough to say, i guess him n reed again? him n rhodey again? help 😭😭😭

my unpopular opinion of this character: he does not deserve the fame he has. like, i dont mean to sound jealous or whatever but pre 2007 movie he was not the most well liked character or even that popular. like obviously he had fans because he had solo series on and off for a very long time but it just feels SO ridiculous that tony stark has a bigger fandom than the fucking fantastic four. THE FANTASTIC FOUR. marvel's first superhero team, and yet??? like okay. he might have things to offer i don't see. he obviously does, i mean, he got three movies and multiple solo series. but he has most certainly not got enough as a character to overshadow the fantastic four, the x-men, etc and i will never forgive the mcu & mcu fans (and mark miller, he deserves blame too) for making it so. again, by himself he's fine but it is ridiculous to me that a one note white character that appeared in his third film (harley keener or... whatever) has 2000s more fics than THE PROTAGONIST OF INTO THE SPIDERVERSE, MILES MORALES. it is just... so vile and frustrating to me.

one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: he didn't exist <3 jk jk um i'm not sure? i guess it would be funny if he was like... stick thin underneath the armour. like idk. he's in the armour 24/7 it makes sense to me for him to be a skinny little nerd under there. like completely fucking small. like you can't be a superhero AND be a billionaire and avoid all those taxes AND run the avengers AND run multiple massive corporations and still work out... even if you take away eating and sleeping there's just not enough time... it would be funny if he was just a tiny little boy underneath all that djndndbf

my otp: gonna say him and rhodey again. like i say, can never resist a good best friends to lovers dymanic.

my cross over ship: jdjshdhdh literally none i don't think about him enough to consider it <3

headcanon fact: 100% think he was the one to offer reed that money to star in a p*rno it's just so funny to me to imagine dhsnndnd

REED RICHARDS

how i feel about this character: HE'S MY BOY! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! like i guess it's paradoxical considering how similar he is to tony in some ways but man i just love reed so much. i so genuinely think reed richards is what tony stark fans want him to be. like they (mcu fans) make up elaborate headcanons of him being a good dad and an ethical billionaire and its like no that's reed richards? canonically he's gone broke bc he refuses to get money off his inventions... u have the wrong man... anyway he's also an asexual LEGEND i do not take criticism and ofc. autistic icon. literally he's so autistic it makes me <3 i love him dearly.

all the people i ship romantically with this character: it would be easier to list the people i DON'T ship with him lol. sue, obviously, victor ofc, and ben are the big ones, but i just LOVE his dymanic with t'challa and i think they would rlly work it... i also love the idea of him with namor, idk with victor it's just so funny to imagine reed as like. bizarrely attractive to rulers of foreign countries. blackagar faces the same problem <3 i also do believe him n hank pym dated in college for a bit... all their weird little microaggressions towards each other just makes me feel that way... again i do like him w/ tony and i made this weird au where he and emma frost got together which if prompted i WILL talk about. probably. more but yeah <3

my non romantic otp for this character: while i do LOVE them together as lovers i just love. benreed generally <3 like they're LITERALLY besties they love each other sm and i'm tired of pretending they don't????? so many people ignore this relationship and it makes me so sad!!! they're best friends they love each other fight for each other fight with each other theyre literally besties... smh put some respect on the benreed name 😤

my unpopular opinion of this character: i don't think this is that unpopular but it is in certain circles so! i genuinely think reed is the best marvel dad! like you can talk abt others all u want but the fact is that reed is the only character i can think of who has always been there in his kid's lives and has consistently put their needs first. like not saying other characters are bad but even at his worst writing he's always done his best for his kids and certainly has been full of love for them. other characters at their worse have. murdered their own kids <3 genuinely he's the best marvel dad and sure there's not a lot of competition but. yeah <3

one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character: I WANT A CANONICAL AUTISM DIAGNOSIS NOW. literally he is SO autistic & there are... no big autistic marvel characters! at all! literally none! the closest we have is legion (who was written in an incredible ableist way and autism hasnt been used to describe him in a solid 30 years) and monet (and it turned out it wasn't monet but one of her twin sisters impersonating her :/) so it would just mean so much to see a canonically autistic character like reed who is older & has a wife and kids who he loves and who they love in return on panel. like so much of the rep we DO have is like, young kids or teens and idk an autistic adult would just mean so much to me. especially one like reed who is as selfless & loving as he is.

my otp: tie between doomreed and reedsue! any option that gets this noodle nerd lots of love i'm good for tbh

my cross over ship: him and ralph dibney from dc should date... they have so much in common... stretchy autistic man who's very smart and kind of silly who loves his wife sue who pegs him 🥴 they'd have so much to talk about sjbdhdhd also imagining the look on ben's face realising there's TWO of them is. so funny.

headcanon fact: he's aromantic he's asexual and neither of these stop him from his very meaningful & passionate relationship with his wife :)

assorted character ask game!

[miaouerie]

[coda] a pyrrhic victory/an elpidian daydream

this coda marks my first multichapter fic wrapped up and completed!!! so here’s some more related ramblings as a way for me to commemorate this milestone n___n

with the nonlinear narrative I thought I’d include a linked timeline for the chapters in case anyone (like me lol) wants to read the story in chronological order. then there’s some further explanation of what I’ve dubbed ~the jeron’s death conspiracy~ and notes from characterization I wasn’t able to include directly in the story, but were still important regardless...

furthermore, I want to thank @ninelanterns, @atthelamppost, and @sadieandor for following along with this story, as well as anyone else who came along for the adventure. this is definitely a darkfic as far as rebelcaptain goes but I hope that both endings were satisfying in their own ways !!

1. an actual chronological table of contents

Before Cassian is reaped:

day 15

Cassian’s time in the Games:

days 2, 9, 5, 18

What came after that:

days 6, 7, 11, 13, 14, 22, 26◆

Jeron dies:

days 20, 8, 25

Jyn is reaped and Cassian mentors her:

days 1, 3, 4, 12, 10, 16, 17◆, 19◆, 21, 23, 24, 27, 28, 29, 30

After Jyn wins her Games:

bonus chapter, day 31

◆ = chapters that are about trauma concurrent to most of the story, and loosely placed chronologically

2. the Jeron conspiracy

I decided to do a summary for this because I changed my plan slightly after posting day 8: “don’t say goodbye”/abandoned due to some inspiration from @ninelanterns; originally I was going to have snow have cassian brainwashed into genuinely believing that irga and his father were killed by someone with a grudge against them and the capitol (aka someone closely related to a tribute who died under their mentorship) in order to use him as a mouthpiece against those plotting against the capitol; the angst would’ve been from him finding out the truth and hating that his dad’s suicide was used for the capitol’s means. but then I got the idea to have snow brainwash cassian into believing that the “accident” his father and irga died in was actually his fault, because he told jeron the truth of what snow was doing to him in the capitol:

Snow sells Cassian “under the table” until he turns 19, which is when he has Cassian adopt a new persona that can be better capitalized on. Jeron realizes that Cassian’s faking it, suspects that Cassian has been hiding his victimhood this entire time, and when he confirms it realizes there’s no other way to get Cassian out of it; Snow certainly won’t let him sub in to mentor. Suicide is his solution to both Cassian’s problem and his guilt over not being able to protect his son.

Snow has Irga killed in the same way that Jeron kills himself to let Cassian and Lila know that Snow knows it was a suicide. Suicide is the ultimate refutation of Snow’s power—as well as the complete antithesis to any victor’s innate clinging to survival—so Snow has it covered up: Cassian, as one of two people to know the truth about Jeron’s suicide and Irga’s death, is tortured and brainwashed into believing that Jeron and Irga were killed in a power plant explosion as retribution for him disobeying Snow. Doing so serves two purposes: installing the cover-up and guarantees Cassian’s submission.

Before his death Jeron wrote a suicide note, knowing that he couldn’t kill himself and leave Cassian without an explanation. He knows that Snow will have their house stripped and searched, so he hides the note in what was designated to be Cassian’s house. He couldn’t have known it would be the one thing that would break through the brainwashing; if Cassian hadn’t found it, he would have continued to believe that it was all his fault.

Draven does his own investigation into Jeron and Irga’s deaths after witnessing the whiplash that was Cassian’s first three years as an unwilling victor whore, his outrageous personality flip after turning ninteen, and how his demeanor changed after undergoing “therapy” to cope with Jeron’s death. He finds out that Jeron’s death was a suicide, Irga’s death was retribution, and that Snow has an entire program to monetize and exploit victors after their Games.

3. getting from day 1 to 31?!

when I originally thought of this AU it was more about the angst that growing up in the limelight of the capitol as the son of a victor would be like, with constant camera crews as cassian was growing up, betting pools on when he was going to be reaped, etc. and more of an emphasis on the issues that cassian (as part of the pseudo-celebrity class that victors occupy in the capitol) would have trying to promote this fake relationship with jyn during the games to save her. there was also going to be a straight downer ending, with the closing scene being cassian telling jyn that they have to fake a relationship now in front of the cameras and jyn having a “what have you done?” moment

I deliberately did not go in depth with what jeron’s life as a victor was like, partly because plotting both jyn and cassian’s hunger games was already a Lot (I found out pretty quickly that you have to start with planning the arena first, in order to plan tribute deaths and sponsor gifts...) but jeron was an underdog winner, as are most of the victors from non-career districts. lila was pregnant around the time that jeron was reaped and esperanza, their first child, was born some time before jeron’s victory tour. snow had their daughter killed because of something jeron did/didn’t do on the tour; even though jeron and lila are shaken from the loss they agree to be open to having another child, provided that jeron doesn’t do anything to put the child at risk ever again.... but cassian would’ve gotten reaped regardless because there is no way snow wouldn’t have exploited the family drama!!! but cassian’s reaping creates a rift that is referenced in day 15: accidents. and even though jeron is successful in saving cassian that isn’t the end of it; while lila isn’t privy to what cassian is going through she can feel a marked difference each year he comes back in the way that mothers do, as well as the tension between father and son (cassian’s fear of jeron finding out as he’s dragged deeper and deeper vs. jeron’s suspicion that something wrong is happening that has to do with cassian), which all culminates in the year that cassian turns nineteen with jeron’s death. when her husband arrived in district 5 before cassian did he didn’t tell lila about their son being a horndog in the capitol, but lila seeing cassian after he finally gets back five weeks later confirms her worst fears. then she’s the one that discovers jeron’s body and is present when the peacekeepers come to take cassian back to the capitol. her son is gone for a month....... then when he comes back he’s spouting lies about jeron’s death even though both of them saw the body??? yeah, that’s why she nopes on out of victors’ village. after jeron’s death her and cassian don’t see each other for four years until cassian brings jyn home from the games

jyn’s backstory came together quickly but I had considered having bodhi be one of the tributes who died under cassian’s mentorship. bodhi and jyn would’ve been close friends so jyn would have already had that vendetta against cassian; it would’ve made hitting that original ending easier but having jyn be against cassian from the very start would’ve made it less plausible that they could earn each other’s trust before the start of jyn’s games............. while I wanted this story to be dark and depressing I still wanted it to have a reciprocated rebelcaptain end game, so :’)

it wasn’t until day 28 (the cassian/finnick noncon) that I got an idea for a not-so-horrible ending, and I blame the completely depressingly hopeless whump in that chapter for making me think “hmm maybe this shouldn’t end terribly” :’D btw, if anyone noticed I forgot annie cresta is in canon the 70th hunger games victor. for someone who’s neurotic about looking up details I have no idea how this fact escaped me because I didn’t notice until at least halfway through whumptober, so we’ll just say in this AU she’s the 71st victor. this weaves in nicely with my headcanon that after snow saw how easily cassian was manipulated when someone he loved was on the line, he had annie reaped to exert more control over finnick (which happens to be my favorite kind of odesta fic tbh). anyway after writing 3k of depressing andair (andor/odair ship name? ok i’m shutting up) cassian/finnick I had a lovely mental image of cassian and jyn cuddling on the train back home to district 5, relieved and alive, and thought that would be a more uplifting note to end on. then I remembered that I was writing this for whumptober, and decided to write the terrible ending too :’)

4. some chapter commentary because why not

[ETA later!]

5. is there no escape?

yes!!! yes they do escape:

in a pyrrhic victory, post-day 31, draven succeeds in absconding with cassian and meeting up with jyn, saw, lyra, and the rest of their resistance cell (an underground, pan-panem organization fittingly called.... the alliance). draven has to cut out cassian’s implant before they rendezvous with the group, which he ropes a medical professional into doing (he may or may not kill them afterwards); it’s the only mark cassian bears on his body until he starts getting freckles from being in the sun again. similar to mockingjay in how peeta’s hijacking was treated with therapy in district 13, cassian undergoes actual, legitimate therapy after he and draven settle in with the alliance HQ. draven hovers anxiously for the first several sessions because “therapy” in the capitol has a stigma, even before he read the term “extensive in-patient therapy” in cassian’s intendance records, and it does take a good while before they make any remarkable progress. but unlike katniss and peeta cassian is alright in jyn’s presence, and in fact prefers it. they’re almost always seen together, and while jyn has a good amount of guilt for leaving him behind the first time her motivation for staying with him is out of a genuine desire to help him get better so they can be with each other the same way they were in an elpidian daydream again.

in happily ever after!an elpidian daydream, cassian and jyn are able to escape together in between arriving home in district 5 and what was supposed to be jyn’s victory tour. jyn was never aware of what snow did with desirable victors because it’s really only the top 1% of panem and the victors who know about it; she and cassian escape after he tells her that he wants to leave with her, but he doesn’t tell her the real reason why he wants to escape until much later and jyn never sees the recording of cassian and finnick (but he does tell her it exists when he’s explaining the details of how snow exerts his control over the victors). their relationship progresses steadily, but the secret doesn’t come out until jyn points out that cassian is extremely passive in bed and only mirrors her desires. there’s varying attitudes towards sex in the districts vs. the libertine views in the capitol but cassian’s shame stems from his powerlessness in what he had to do Before. he receives therapy for it but jyn is patient and firm with reminding him that he had absolutely zero choice in the matter, and that she could never hate or be disgusted with him for it. there’s a lot to work through there as a result of cassian having to lie to himself about it for the first couple of years of it happening and then willingly choosing to engage with it when he was trying to save jyn, but their relationship comes out all the more stronger for it. as for what happens to draven?.... because this is the happily ever after ending I like to think he’s able to stay in the capitol and work as an agent codenamed fulcrum 🤪🤙 and that after his extraction when things get too dangerous for him in the capitol he and cassian are able to reunite again as part of the alliance/rebellion !!

[taccuinodaemonico]

The reason

Solemnly you sit, a well-deserved laxness after a battle won. The known requiem for rest stirs up in my bones; dirt and mud on cotton provide good cover that the others may not hear my ode to sleep rattle. I have taken great care in making you feel comfortable, my loyal companion. Your wooden body casts a half-shadow on the ground below , cast that darkness still that the vanquished below us see it, spread it wide and I shall rejoice in the achievements made in the name of Will.

I look to our rising morning. A prime motor to give all engines breath. It renders the shadow weak. The giver of conduit cannot allow the reaper’s tools to exist, it will destroy them with time, render them useless with each rotation. Marks of death shall be rendered null by the rays of the Highest, void are the declarations of war by His movements alone. However, there is another life benignly standing there, he is hiding behind a skull of iron and a reason to kill, yet I see him for what he is.

My death in the future or my regret in the past. Choir of corrosion, that resounds in my muscles, stop your songs and your shrieking, I say while clutching my companion’s silver ears. Giving him the ritual breakfast of lead, his gullet is satisfied and gives me a click of delight; I knock his nose back in a killer motion, my dearest friend gives me permission to execute Will with his calculated tremors. Those sounds are more worthwhile to me than anything a decadent opera house can churn out. Sounds of nature where are you? I can only hear the roaring iron thunder, to each flash of lightning a groan by splattered blood and ripped clothing responds, thanking the masterful grim overture; I smile and silence wandering mind. There must be concentration for me to fulfill my duty.

Sword of modern times: I edge my vision on your cleanly finished back, my eyes cross your single silver hair, grant me true shot or give me pity. I see my unaware game sitting along the brown trench reading something. Read? Why read? You are about to be destroyed by the machination of man taken to its highest degree, you are about to suffer little but die forever, you will never see your kin again and you read? Enough questions.

A jousting with no pushback or shove, my loyal retainer thrusts back and lets a single casing float in the air, the same air that now holds that reader’s brains. Glory to the victor. I walk back to camp and the clicks of lead in the chamber echo off one empty spot. A sound better than any tree I’ve ever heard fall.

The barracks, a sorry state of affairs. Where men linger and crass words abound, the guilty truly have no pride. My retainer swings to and fro, as I carefully avoid the sleeping guards on the floor, the clinking of the iron laps doesn't go unnoticed and I am soon asked of my late show.

No answer will suffice, they will never accept the truth as it stands, I am an involuntary judge for the unknown. Training was supposed to make universal arbiters out of men, yet the sticky spring mud launches questions at us as we greedily stomp it. They called us the tip of the spear, yet I feel like the spear is planted far away in a linden garden, someone thought flowers would grow from that wood shaft. If they do, let my children know.

Here comes a display of verbal whipping. The corporal’s voice is sounding more and more like a turbine of annoyance, its fumes are gliding directly in my ears and into my brain, allowing a short respite as he is feverishly building up his homily. So my thoughts wander on plumes of smoke, the dark clouds take my essence yonder, I follow the spiraling of light, the well of goodness whose waters are the consciousness of mankind. Is this the river of shared knowledge the philosophers wrote so much about? Do we find ascended knowledge in distraction?

Now white clouds lead me to an old mausoleum preceded by a most beautiful garden of flowers. I march with a keen eye to nature: Daffodils mark the spots where cherry trees grow, bushes of blueberry are surrounded by anemones mimicking the former in their own way, finally we see tulips waving to the beat of their windswept oak cousins.

Finally, time to rest. So I sit among the spoils of broken seeds. and to my eyes bewilderment I see a leather bound book, hidden below a muddied vase. Percy you rat, even in my daydreams you chase me. I flip the pages and a particularly long title strikes me, the mind races my brow to the final period. A tale of a lost king pierced on two lone pillars in the desert. The meaning escapes me, but what is escaping still now are the works of art exploding from the old tomb, a foray made by a gust of trickery! Those monumental gates which guarded beauty are nothing compared to the wind of passion who broke them. Paintings, busts and more sons of culture whirl around me as if I am a snake’s plaything, these pythons of paint will be the end of my orderly mind. Already I see my reason crack when the stranded of Géricault ask me: “O’ man of arms why do you know of me and my destiny? I grapple to this broken ship’s mast and you struggle to keep your acumen intact”

So why do I read? Why do I contemplate art? The questions make me rise and rise in the air as more pieces are added to the hurricane that has taken me captive. Why do I stumble and dart across the tornado of culture created by poetry and canvases? I bump Psych and the Venus Victrix on my way up. The collisions make me jolt, with that, I assume I am still alive and sigh.

Ever rising in the air: that Monet has not killed me yet, that Lacroix has not yet taken my heart from my chest and ripped all the organs linked asunder with its mighty workmanship. Perfection has not killed me but I seek the thrill, so my existence comes down and not finish.

I wish for the eye of the cyclone to close around my neck as my eyes lay on that perfect verse, on the perfect curve, the perfect light. That I may die as I observe this Godly manifestation of the river of shared knowledge. Therefore, those ghostly waters who wet my ankles, will take me and I shall become art in someone else’s image

I wish for everything to end in such a sublime and powerful way that the end itself will shape a new beginning, that my end is merely a means thru which I might pursue more art, more knowledge and more reconciliation with nature.

In the end is it not what we want? To die in the arms of Mother Nature as she shows us the best of man? Do we not wish to die happily, as we take that mortal wound? Do we not want to separate the arteries by final incision made by pen, flute or canvas?

A ringing sound brings me back to my senses, a loud bang and the typhoon is dispelled, no more art or wind, the earth does not yet swallow me for I feel its hard surface. I look up and the tulips have turned white, angel’s trumpets now surround autumn trees. The lily of the valley hangs over me and those bushes of poison ivy loom still over my soul. My face is drowned in the trench’s mud. A true shot has taken my soul, my helm stands next to me, my reason to kill is no more than a faux letter of marque.

My body slumps and gives way for the dead roots below to take hold, I see my arbiter far away, as the glimmer of his companion’s flash gave him away. He is whispering: “why read if the reason is to die happy?”

-G.C-