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operationbeifong · 13 days

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Hey there, Beifong family enthusiast!

Who's your favorite Beifong? And who do you ship them with?

First of all, I already love you to the 'yue' and back for this ♡ Ty, I'm virtually holding your hand rn!

"Who's your favorite Beifong?" Now that.. requires a huge @$$ long answer, babe! Grab a coffee and seat down. ☕️ — I have three different answers to this, organized by category, because I can't simply just choose one Beifong, so.. ◇ My favorite based on "emotional attachment" is definitely Suyin (kinda of an unpopular choice). I simply can't help but love every aspect of her, she's so beautiful, bright and collected - I love how against all odds she overcame her traumas the healthiest way she could, rebuilt her whole life, never gave up on reconnecting with the people she loved and missed after all, etc. I have an immense amount of respect for her - she's the personification of growth, maturity and forgiveness. And I love that for her for many reasons! Her adult self reminds me a bit of Sokka in a way, that probably helped to establish my "emotional attachment" towards her as well! ◇ My favorite based on "complexity and strength" would be obviously Lin. Lin is the character I validate and understand the most too, I enjoy analyzing her whole story and personality. I'm a Psychology student, so it makes sense to me that I loved her instantly and so much (apart from being a Toph seed), she was presented to us as the typical tough character ofc but I was amazed how many layers she turned out to have, how profound and complicated her traumas, choices and path turned out to be. I love and respect Lin for reasons that are completely different from Su (they are completely opposites). Lin's psychological strength (physical too, ofc), courage and endlessly emphaty always get me. I would fight anyone just to protect her! ◇ And of course, my number one girl.. Ultimate Favorite in the entire franchise.. the ORIGINAL Beifong; TOPH!! I don't even think I need to explain myself on this one, do I?? Everything I listed about her daughters comes from Toph Beifong and even her imperfections are kinda perfect to me, she is one of the most brilliant characters in the franchise hand down. In fact I believe their daughters inherited a lot of Toph's values, beliefs and characteristics. They are her legacy in a way, probably part of the reason I love them so much too. But anyways.

That's my favorite Beifong; TophLinSu!♡

"And who do you ship them with?" That's piece of cake! For Su; Suyin/Baatar Sr. ◇ For Lin; Linzin & Kyalin, maybe Linzumi too — I do think Lin & Tenzin are soulmates who could never be though (This is actually a can of worms, 'cause I have A LOT to say regarding this entire ship!). ◇ And for Toph; Tokka yesterday, Tokka today and Tokka for always!♡ I can't actually picture Toph with anyone else, for some reason. I tried (with her other love interests and all).. But It's just not it for me. Kanto we've never even seen & Satoru was more of a simp - nothing against it but it kills the mood for me that he's a fanboy who'd spend their whole relationship praising her & kissing the ground she steps on, not into that for Toph (or any human being) in a relationship. — While with Sokka (even tho it was just a childhood crush & he was a bit older) I think they were a perfect match for a future relationship; They were opposites in the right amount, but also pretty similar (in terms of sense of humor and some values). I love how they completed each other in their dynamic, how Sokka was so kind, supportive and understanding - they had a real profound bond and he was always offering to help her out (if needed) or trying to protect her, even tho she hated to be treated like that; he was her exception. And Toph genuinely respected him (jokes apart) & would consider his opinions, even embracing his stupid ideas. It was simple and sweet. Not to mention the fact that Sokka would never pick fights with her (not that I remember), whenever Katara would ask him to intervene in their fights he'd be like "Nah, leave me out of this" and I do think that that's what intrigued Toph, he would listen to her & validate her feelings since Day 1. Then we cut to TLOK; at Yakone's trial when Sokka is giving that sentenced speech and start praising Toph for developing the Metalbending skill by herself; his facial expression immediately changes to something more affectionate (genuinely smiling at her), then Old Toph telling Korra about when she taught Aang earthbending and feeling the need to mention what happened to Sokka that day (should've been insignificant, but she kept that memory from that day) and then Suyin & Lin's small details or characteristics that were related to Sokka in ATLA (Like their usage of adapted metal swords to fight, Su's collection of meteorites, how Sokka was always praising Toph for inventing the Metalbending and later Su building a whole city out of it where Toph's achievement would be praised and immortalized for once and all, not to mention Su & some members of the family looking like Sokka, I'm pretty sure that was purposely done by the creators in a way to keep Sokka's design, idk & it makes me the happiest that it was done in the Beifong family). It's impossible not to acknowledge the impact Sokka had on Toph, they truly loved each other and loved being around each other. Romantically or not, canon or not - it's impossible for me not to ship them.♡

#STOP I WROTE AN ESSAY #i knew it would happen tho #suyin beifong #toph beifong #beifong family #lin beifong #tokka #q&a time #ask reply

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platypuskenny · 3 years

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Can I get more f that Kenny’s physiology with his alter egos? I’m rlly interested in that

(assuming this means psychology, as a follow up to this post)

i’ve put it off cuz i’ve been busy with other stuff but i‘m really glad i got this ask cuz i love kenny and I love thinking about them in the context of their two alter egos!

CW: discussion of child abuse and neglect, including inexplicit discussion of child sexuality. also a lot of discussion of The Whole Kenny Death Thing. also spoilers for the stick of truth if you haven’t played it!

kenny’s been treated a lot more seriously in recent seasons, with a shift in character to be a lot more mature as well, and it’s a development that makes a lot of sense in the context of “the characters have undergone A Lot and it’s really shaped their personalities because they’re at a stage when their brain is still very soft and malleable and susceptible to trauma.”

the addition of karen in “the poor kid” seems to have shaken up the depiction of the mccormicks a lot. in earlier seasons, kenny was more passive about his home situation, or at least went out of his way to ignore them, (like in “best friends forever” when he plays on his PSP and leaves the house while his parents fight). there are early scenes where he does have some responsibility to his family (i.e. trying to win a can of food for them in “starvin marvin”) but usually he’s just depicted as a kid trying to live through a tough situation. though his “willing to do anything for money even if it’s deeply upsetting, depraved, or outright deadly” character trait from “fat camp” kind of tracks with this understanding that he prioritizes financial security over his personal well-being.

however, ever since karen was added to the show, kenny’s been depicted as a much more responsible and often even tragic figure. his parents are too caught up in their own shit to address their children’s emotional needs, and kevin sadly gets caught up in their violence as well in “the poor kid” (he’s also vaguely implied to be developmentally disabled in the few scenes he speaks up but that’s mostly speculation). because of this, kenny ends up being karen’s main caretaker - holding her close when she’s distressed at losing her parents, buying her a doll, etc.

kenny’s situation is a textbook example of parentification. he ends up taking care of karen, at least emotionally, because his parents and brother are unable to do so. he also becomes the breadwinner in “the city part of town” as soon as he gets the chance. this is a really unhealthy scenario that a lot of children in poverty, especially older siblings, see themselves in. it can result in the child not knowing their true place in a family that takes them for granted, and thus not considering their own needs and/or feeling shame if they need help because they’re so used to putting everybody before them. i think this tracks with kenny being “the quiet one” and rarely asking for anything.

that’s not even getting into the constant death and the fact he spent so much of his life not even understanding why he was doomed to constantly die in horrible painful ways, and for nobody else to remember that he even died to begin with. (kind of symbolic of the neglected child, huh?)

this brings us to mysterion and princess kenny. in both the superhero game and the fantasy game, you’ll notice kenny is the one who tends to get the most involved, with the only exception being possibly cartman, who could be the topic of a whole other essay on identity issues. mysterion is the one superhero with a real power who exists outside of their superhero game (besides the kewn, whose superhero persona is entirely self-motivated anyway), and princess kenny gets so defensive of her identity that she betrays her friends in both the trilogy and the game. kenny also talks about lady mccormick in the third person in the first black friday episode, and i don’t know if any other characters speak about their personas in that way. so kenny intentionally places more distance between his personas and himself than the other kids do with their personas.

therefore, i see mysterion and princess kenny as how kenny copes with his deeply repressed psychological issues. it’s a way to compartmentalize his feelings towards his constant suffering and the burden his family inadvertently placed on him by developing these two identities. one embraces his role as caretaker to the degree of becoming a superhero, and the other rejects it in favor of being entirely doted upon. (some people have read the prominence of roles as signs of a dissociative disorder, and i can see that with this context, but i don’t know if it’s really a perfect fit for any specific disorder, especially when there’s little information on kenny’s consciousness when it comes to these personas.)

mysterion is more obviously a tool for kenny to express his discontent with his town. in his first appearance, he states, “i could no longer sit by and watch as my city became a cesspool of crime,” which tracks with his earlier characterization as reluctantly accepting his family’s poverty despite constantly suffering. (plus i’m pretty sure several of kenny’s deaths were the result of crimes.) he refuses to be unmasked because he “would stop being a symbol,” and only does so in order to quell the unrest that his mystery has provoked. that "symbol" wording suggests that mysterion is an extreme version of kenny's self-sacrificing lifestyle to the point where he defines himself as a symbol of justice and hope, not a person. kenny himself is also pretty quiet and secretive, but more because nobody cares about him and he’s kind of afraid of getting killed any second. mysterion’s secret persona is something bold, powerful, and masculine. he is physically adept in a way we don’t see kenny behave, and much more reasonable and cautious about what’s best for him and humanity. (a good visual of this to contrast with kenny is the “mysterion re-rising” animation in the fractured but whole, where he consciously rejects the chance to go to the heaven full of naked women that kenny loves because he has to return to battle.)

mysterion is also a way for kenny to reclaim his "curse” and use it for good. as mysterion, he uses death (albeit reluctantly) to get out of tough situations and save his friends. in video games like fractured but whole and phone destroyer, mysterion’s ability to exist as a ghost and revive himself is a gameplay mechanic. this self-sacrificial personality trait has shown up in earlier seasons, and he kills himself for the good of the community/world/etc in “cartman’s mom is still a dirty slut,” the movie, and “jewbilee.” but he’s not nearly as interested in world issues unless he’s under pressure to care. (for example: he does join the workers’ strike in “bike parade,” but he’s not very passionate about it and doesn’t even care about the issue until his dad takes him to a union meeting.) kenny’s good with solving short-term issues while mysterion worries about the deeper, long-term problems with the town.

this brings us to mysterion and the mccormicks. when we see mysterion’s interactions with karen, we see how mysterion represents kenny’s responsibilities towards her. mysterion is able to offer karen elaborate, heartfelt emotional support, and guarantee that he’ll always be there for her. he also beats up a girl who bullies her and threatens anybody else who thinks about hurting her - more on that aggressive instinct down below. while mysterion’s identity is known to his friends and the rest of the town, it’s not known to karen, who sees him as a guardian angel. presumably, this is so mysterion can remain a symbol of hope to her, just like he is to the town, and so karen feels like there’s people in the world who care about her besides her brother. however, this does backfire in the fractured but whole DLC where she laments how her brother doesn’t seem to spend time with her, which embarrasses mysterion as he promises to tell him to be there for her more often. this implies that kenny gets so wrapped up in being mysterion that he forgets that he has a duty to karen as kenny as well, further indicating that mysterion is a way to cope with the tragic responsibility of caring for a sibling not much younger than he is.

during the superhero trilogy, kenny also uses mysterion to question his parents about their cult meetings, something that shook him so badly when he learned about it that he broke character. mysterion also told his parents to be nicer to the kids, not beat each other up, pay their kids allowances, and not smoke. it seems that mysterion is able to approach kenny’s parents about serious issues while kenny himself mostly stays out of their business - possibly out of fear? (kenny’s more confrontational in later seasons, though - flipping off his dad in “bike parade,” for example.)

on a similar note, mysterion is way more openly angry and violent than kenny is, especially when it comes to the death curse, which he openly complains about in a way kenny himself never did. compare kenny complaining about stan ignoring his deaths in “cherokee hair tampons,” which only gets further ignored, and mysterion complaining about it in graphic detail in “coon vs coon and friends,” even killing himself in front of his friends, and understandably scaring the shit out of them. mysterion also gets really protective of karen, violently so, as seen with the girl he beats up in “the poor kid” and his distrust when the vampires befriend her in the “from dusk til casa bonita” DLC. such a mysterion is way more passionate and loud about justice and direct action while kenny is more resigned, and most of his good deeds are unknown to the public. if kenny has embraced this caretaker role, it makes sense that he vents his repressed anger through mysterion, especially if you take it in the context of dissociation - kenny can’t handle dwelling on his shitty life all the time, so mysterion holds that anger and finds a way to cope with it by trying to fix everything around them, including kenny’s home life.

princess kenny is very opposite mysterion in many ways. most obviously, she’s a girl. kenny’s relationship with gender is something i think about a lot in light of PK. “tweek vs craig” depicted him as the only boy in home ec, and he was thrilled because it was the safe alternative to the deadly shop class. i think that, regardless of your headcanon for kenny’s gender (i personally see them as feminine nonbinary - i’m mostly using “he” pronouns in this essay strictly for recognition’s sake and because i’m mostly talking about the show’s depiction of kenny), he sees femininity as safe and comforting, but nevertheless very powerful. (remember that his mother, while not super feminine, is a very outspoken and aggressive woman who calls stuart out on his shit constantly.) and what’s a better combination of femininity and power than a magical girl?

also one thing i want to note real quick is that karen still refers to kenny as her sister in the stick of truth despite not being super involved in their game which i personally choose to read as Trans Rights Subtext

this is how we get lady mccormick / princess kenny, who is largely a passive character during the black friday trilogy, sitting upon her throne and cutely commenting on the surroundings while stan translates for her. then when sony takes her in, she becomes the star of her own show, a magical japanese princess who doesn’t take shit from cartman or his army and gets whatever she wants because she’s a cute little girl and now she gets to be protected and doted upon! also she speaks japanese and is not muffled in the slightest despite wearing her parka....symbolism? and really interestingly is that when she supposedly dies, she brushes herself off and immediately revives, declaring that she’s okay. in kenny’s feminine fantasy, she doesn’t suffer when she dies, and revives without any mess at all. princess kenny is always gonna be okay!

PK is also very flirty and overly sexual. it’s no secret that kenny is very interested in and knowledgeable of sex. he also absolutely worships women’s bodies, as seen with his views of heaven and that whole plot of “major boobage.” i don’t even read this as lust, because he’s ten, but sheer fascination with sex. maybe it plays into that whole “growing up too fast” concept where he tries to indulge in the “fun” parts of adulthood to make up for the exhaustion of caregiving, but this has been a thing since before kenny was depicted as a real caregiver so IDK.

anyway, i think PK is also a way for kenny to experiment with flirting and sex, particularly with other boys. she uses her coyness and, in the games, her bare chest to entice boys. her cuteness also attracts grown men in “titties and dragons” which goes largely unremarked upon, which is a bit uncomfortable but still works with the idea that she’s the most “lovable” form of kenny. she also apparently thinks the new kid is “cute.” iit’s really funny to me how kenny is depicted as interested in strictly girls while princess kenny only focuses on boys, which could support the idea that PK is a separate entity from kenny, or that kenny just needs to figure himself out. either way, i imagine kenny finds some thrill in getting men to pay attention to them when their male friends often treat her as superfluous, and even then it often involves objectifying herself (this also tracks with their behavior in “fat camp”). it’s kind of sad if you think about it.

in the climax of the stick of truth, princess kenny has her own in-depth backstory, where she was an orc/elf rejected by both the elves and humans. i think this reflects kenny’s feeling of being “othered” as non-human (since this game chronologically comes after the superhero trilogy) and just generally not feeling welcome among their friends unless they need her. there may also be some parallels between her friends denying her the right to be a princess and kenny’s friends refusing to believe in his immortality. when she rebels against her friends choosing the stick over friendship, it’s another way for kenny to cope with their mixed-to-negative feelings about their friends. so while PK is a figure to be doted on, she’s still probably more gutsy than the kenny we usually know.

however, PK is not entirely selfish or apathetic about the world around her. in the opening of “a song of ass and fire,” her inner monologue explains her choice to deflect to the PS4 side as the side she believes “is best for all.” she also laments that everybody, including her parents, will be fighting on black friday. it seems that PK dreads the mere idea of war, which contradicts mysterion’s tendency to use violence as a means to protect others. PK still uses her adorableness to help her team, and only asks that they accept her, which really isn’t much. it’s just when she, you know, becomes a nazi zombie and puts the world in danger because she’s so pissed about not being accepted for who she is.

in my original post, i used the freudian personality theory to explain these three personas, which i regret because i fucking hate freud and he’s heavily responsible for modern consumerism and planned obsolescence. but the basic concepts of the id, ego, and superego do kind of illustrate what i’m getting at with these guys. i assigned princess kenny as the id, because she’s more about self-gratification and getting what she thinks she deserves as well as a tendency towards sexual gratification, and mysterion as the superego (hehe get it super) because of his strong inclination towards morality. however, this isn’t that black-and-white, as princess kenny has some moral considerations and mysterion has violent impulses (the “aggressive instinct”) that are more easily attributed to the id. nevertheless, it seems that kenny is still the balance between these exaggerated personas, and when he expresses attitudes similar to theirs, they are far more downplayed due to the necessities of his situation as a caretaker and an underappreciated friend. kind of makes you wonder if/how the attitudes of mysterion and princess kenny will manifest in him when he’s older.

#kenny mccormick #princess kenny #mysterion #south park #LONG POST #kenny #answers #my-nostalgia-is-horror #analysis

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How Far I’ll Go (Kylo Ren x reader part 1)

This is just a little idea I had and just kind of ran with it. So with the song, instead being pulled to the water she pulled by the force. Basically the reader is force sensitive, but she lives somewhere that there has never been anyone that could use the force. This causes her to be kind of out casted and told to ignore it. Then as she grows older it becomes stronger. Eventually Kylo Ren senses it from across the galaxy and sets out to find her. I hope y'all like it!

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I've been staring at the edge of the water 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why I wish I could be the perfect daughter But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try Every turn I take, every trail I track Every path I make, every road leads back To the place I know, where I can not go, where I long to be

Ever since I was little I've felt this odd, sensation I guess you could call it. It was like a pull deep within me. It was powerful. But when I brought it up to my parents they quickly dismissed it and told me to never bring it up again. Despite their wishes I would ask about it every so often. I would get scolded for it. But I couldn't help it the pull got a little stronger and stronger every day. I wish I could grow to ignore it, but every time I felt like I had gotten over feeling it, it'd return much stronger than before. It eventually began to consume everything. Anything I did, wether it was attending to my studies, sitting with my mother and father in the throne room, attending an important ball, or even just laying awake at night, I felt it. By the time I was 9 years old, I knew I could no longer ignore it. One night as I laid in bed I closed my eyes and focused on it. It was like it was communicating with me although it had no voice, and used no words. It told me to focus on the book on my night stand and I did. I opened my eyes to see it floating, but in a split second it came crashing down. Had I really just done that? I was beyond myself. I was magical. I knew my parents wouldn't approve of it, but I couldn't really find a reason to care. I had an ability that no one I knew had and I intend to learn how to use it. I also knew that if I really wanted to harness this potential, I'd have to leave home. The planet I'd grown up on, that my family had ruled for centuries. If I stayed I'd be feared if my abilities were ever revealed.

See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go

After that night I took a strange interest in space. And not just the near by planets, but systems across the galaxy. What were they like? Were their others that felt this strange sensation, or "the pull" as I had come to call it? How much can I do with the Pull? There were so many questions that I wanted to find the answers to. I spent a lot of time reading any book I could find that was about the galaxy. There was so much more to the world than what I had here. Sure here I was royalty and promised the position as queen when I came of age and got married, but out there I felt like I could be so much more.

And although it is very unlady like for a princess to take an interest in it, I became very interested in our military pilots. Any chance I had I would be out in the fields watching them take off and land. I'd even sneak away to the hangar to see the ships up close. I ended up stealing some of the manuals for the ships from one of the pilots offices, I was caught by one of the generals. When he asked me what I was doing, I explained to him that although it may be improper I wanted to learn how to fly. I pleaded with the man, and by some stroke of luck it worked. Once a week I'd come out to the hangar and he give me flying lessons. By the time I was 13 I could fly multiple different ships on my own.

I had also improved my abilities with the Pull. I could now do a little bit more than lift a book, but not much. I was able to open a door if my hands were full or turn a light off if I didn't want to get up to do it but that was about it and took a lot to do those things.

It was around this time that I began to become frustrated with it. I felt like there was so much more that I could be doing with it but it felt as though I didn't have the guidance to do so. I gave up trying a little bit after this. No one here on the planet could feel the pull so I was alone. I began to realize that whenever I got angry, it was harder to control it. I had broken quite a few vases when I had gotten angry at my parents or myself or even mad at the pull itself.

I know everybody on this island, seems so happy on this island

Everything is by design

I know everybody on this island has a role on this island

So maybe I can roll with mine

I can lead with pride, I can make us strong

I'll be satisfied if I play along

But the voice inside sings a different song

What is wrong with me?

As I reached the age of 15 and became more mature I began to realize where my place on this planet was. I was to follow in my mother's footsteps and find myself a husband and eventually the two of us would be queen and king.

I'd still feel a strong pull every now and then that would make me angry because it felt as though it was mocking me for giving it up. When this happened I tend to lash out a little but it's always in my private quarters of the kingdom.

It was frustrating when it happened though, it would remind me that I wasn't like every body else. And that was a bad thing in many of my peoples minds.

It was a few weeks after I had turned 16 when everything fell apart. I sat beside my mother who was beside my father in the throne room. A man stood before us and was complaining about something. I had already had enough of him. I quietly leaned over to my mother to ask to be excused to get a glass of water. She reluctantly agreed. I stood and began to walk away. As I did I clenched my fist down beside me not thinking much of it, I was just frustrated. I had tuned out the man's complaints. It wasn't until I heard the gruesome sound of bones breaking that I turned to see the man dead, eyes bulged and face blue and his neck bent at a weird angle. Everyone assumed he had been poisoned everyone but my parents. They knew it had been me, I knew it had been me. I just didn't know how I had done it.

They locked me away in my room with at least 3 guards at my door at all times. If I was to ever leave the my room, which I was allowed to do during the day whenever I wanted I was to be accompanied by at least 2 guards.

See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding But no one knows, how deep it goes And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me And let me know, what's beyond that line, will I cross that line? The line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know, how far I'll go

Some how that event only wanted me to tap into my ability even more. I didn't mind staying locked away in my room for hours at a time it gave me chance to focus on it more than ever before. It continued to grow stronger. Which was both exciting and frustrating, as I still understood that I didn't have the resources to unlock it's full potential.

On the eve of my 18th birthday, the pull was much stronger. It been steadily growing stronger over the past two months. But it wasn't like before. Before it felt like it was growing strong from within me, but now it felt like I was being pulled toward something or someone else. That night the pull was so strong it made me restless the entire night

I finally fell asleep well past the middle of the night, but it didn't last long, I was awoken a few hours later by commotion outside my door. I heard a few thumps, then the hum of something electrical. It was then that I noticed a faint red glow under my door

The door swung open. There stood a figure, all in black with a helmet and a mask with silver on it on. In their hand they held what looked like a sword made of light, it flowed a bright red color. I was taken back by the sight in front of me. Something told me to be frightened by this figure but I couldn't be. It was like the pull was pulling me towards them

They began to walk forward, and within a few strides of their long legs, they were in front of me. They pressed a button on the handle of their light sword thing and it retracted into its handle. I tilted my head in curiosity. Who was this fascinating stranger. Before I got the chance to ask they spoke

"You are strong with the force." Was all they said

It took me a moment but then I realized that must be what this pull is.

"Is that what it's called? This pull that I feel, it's strong with you as well." I said. "Who are you?

The man lifted his hand and shut the door as well as locked it all without leaving the spot in which he stood. Then he reached up and removed his mask. I'm not quite sure what I expected but it definitely wasn't what I saw. Before me stood a beautiful man, if you can call a man beautiful. His hair was jet black and long, his face quite slender like the rest of his body

"My name is Kylo Ren. Who are you?" He stated and asked plainly. His voice was different now than it was when he wore the mask

"My name is Yn." I said with a smile

"Do you know what the Force is, yn?" He asked

I shook my head no but said, "But I do know I have it. I can move stuff without touching it, like you did the door. But I can't help but feel like there's more, so much more to it.

He nodded, "There is. What have you been able to do with it?

"Just simple things, lift a book or turn a page, close the door, just little things like that," I shrugged, "I also killed a man." I said a little bit quieter.

"What was that?" Kylo asked

"I killed a man with it. I didn't mean to, I didn't know how I did it, hell I still don't know how I did it.

It fell silent

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked in a voice that was nothing more than a whisper. I also was no longer looking at him

He stayed silent for a moment longer before answering. "It's impressive." He said with a nod.

"It takes a lot of training to use the Force to do something like that. If you come with me, I can give you this training. You could live up to the expectations that you hold yourself to." He said stepping closer and kneeling down in front of where I sat cross legged on the bed.

I looked up to him to see him holding his hand out to me. I was hesitant but then I grabbed his hand, he gently pulled me up to stand in front of him.

"What if I fail? Would you make me come back here?" I asked looking down once again

He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. "I can feel it Yn, you will not fail. And if in some way you do, I would never force you to return to somewhere where your gift is looked down upon, where you are punished for having great power."

I smiled at him, "Then yes, I'll come with you. Take me far away from here."

This caused a smile to spread across his face as well.

In a spark of confidence, and an odd pull of the Force I stepped closer and stood up taller on my toes and kissed him. I had to swiftly move my hand to the back of his neck to pull him down some to my height. It wasn't until now I noticed how tall he really was. I had taken him by surprise but within a moment he had his hands on my waist and was taking control of the kiss.

I felt as though we would have stood there longer if it wasn't for the sound of the kingdoms guards running towards my room.

I pulled away and said, "We need to go." I turned to the foot of my bed where I had a bag packed. I had packed it awhile ago, just incase I ever tried to run away. Kylo looked at me and gave me one last smile before returning his mask to his face.

"Stay close behind me." He ordered and I nodded.

We made our way quickly and quietly through the halls. We ran into a small group of guards, but Kylo quickly took them out. When we exited the kingdom there was a huge ship, unlike any I had learned to fly when I was younger. Kylo lead me to it and we boarded it. Once we were on and the hatch was closed, Kylo once again removed his mask and made his way to the cockpit. I had dropped my bag and followed him. He sat in the pilots seat and sat in the copilots seat.

"I don't need a copilot, this ship has an auto pilot that will fly us back to our base." He said.

"That's fine I just wanted to see the controls." I said looking at them in awe.

“Does flying interest you?” He asked without even looking over at me since he was still getting the ship up into the air.

“Yes. Ive never seen anything this advanced though.” I said still looking at all the controls.

“I’ll teach you how to fly it one day.” He said looking over at me, he still had his mask on but I felt as though he was smiling under it.

Once the ship was safely out of the atmosphere of my home planet, Kylo switched it over to auto pilot. He took his mask off and looked over to where I sat looking out at space. It was prettier than I expected.

I let out a small yawn. My eyes felt heavy and I wanted to sleep badly but I didn't want to miss out on the sights before me.

“You should get some rest, where we are going there will be plenty of opportunities to see the beauty of space.” he said.

I wanted to protest but I couldn't find the energy to.

“Where can I sleep?” I asked finally tearing my eyes away from the window.

Kylo stood and motioned for me to follow, I did. he lead me to where the were two bunks in the wall. The top one was messed up with the pillows rearranged and the blankets moved around, that one was obviously his. The bottom one was still perfectly made up, that is where I was going to sleep.

He excused himself before walking off to make sure we were on the right course. Before he walked off he told me that he would be right back to go to sleep as well.

By the time he retuned I was already half asleep. My eyes were closed but I heard him shuffling around preparing for sleep and carefully climb into his bunk above me.

“Good night Kylo.” I mumbled quietly.

I think I caught him off guard because it took him a moment to respond but he did give a gentle “Good night, yn. Sleep well.”

I fell asleep with ease, which was a nice change. I slept peacefully, at least until the nightmares began as they usually did.

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My Husband’s Brother (Pt 2a)- Thomas Shelby/ John Shelby

Part 1 // Part 2b

Request// Would you ever consider writing a second part to 'my husband's brother'? I loved that imagine a lot!

*I didn't realize how long this was going to be when I first started writing it, but here you got. All 7,500 words. You may want to go grab a snack or something because this is the most in-depth one shot I have written to date. This will be posted in two parts (2a and 2b) and the second part will be up in about 12 hours for those who are early readers. Also, the publishing of this one shot marks when I begin watch S4 of Peaky Blinders, so get crazy for an explosion of works (?)!*

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As little girls, you and Martha had spent far too much time daydreaming together about your future weddings. You had already planned out the dress, the cake, and the venue, but the groom-to-be had never been something you’d talked about as you did each other's hair and stumbled around in her mother’s heels, careful to be quiet or else get a beating.

You’d felt terrible lying to Martha for years whenever she asked who you thought the lucky man ought to be, brushing her off or saying that you hadn’t met him yet. Although it pained you to be dishonest, it was better than telling her that you’d hoped it would be John Shelby — her boyfriend and your own best mate — waiting for you at the end of the aisle someday. The three of you had been close friends since Year 1 in Primary School, but as the years went on, you had wanted John to stop seeing you as friend or even a sister. You had thought it was a shame when he started when he instead starting falling head over heels for Martha but knew that you couldn’t hurt the two people you loved the most by saying so. You didn’t want to lose either of them so you held your tongue, not uttering a word out of line through their young love that bloomed to teenage sweethearts. You hadn’t realized that something in the back of your mind still ached and hoped to be John’s until they told you the news: Martha was pregnant and they planned to marry within the month.

So here you stood, trying the put the happiness you had for your closest friend’s wedding and how beautiful she looked over the heavy burden of loving John. The church’s backroom wasn’t quite as grand as either of you had imagined as tots, but Martha didn’t seem to mind, staring at herself in the mirror as you did her hair, youth and happiness bright in her eyes.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Martha asked, playing with the ends of a curled lock before looking at you through the mirror’s reflection.

You put on a reassuring smirk as she looked for your guidance. “We both know that boy has loved you for a long time. Even if you cut it all off, he’d still be waiting for you at the end of the aisle,” you replied, putting the last of the pins in her long locks.

When you took a step back to observe your work, she took the opportunity to stand up, flattening down her gown. “And what about the dress?

Martha had always been a beauty above Small Heath standards, but never did you believe she had ever looked so stunning. You had reassured her several times already that both she and the gown were nonetheless beautiful. “Oh Martha, if he’s not able to see how lovely you look, he’s more stupid than I thought.” The two of you giggled, only regaining yourselves when a firm knock on the door came. You cracked the door only to peak out and find stupid himself.

“John, you know the rules. You can’t see her, it’s bad luck,” you reprimanded as you blocked the door, making sure he couldn’t get the glimpse of his bride he was bound to be looking for.

“Come on, Y/N, we both know luck doesn’t exist.” You rolled your eyes at his remarks, something that had become a natural impulse. Before you could even put up a fight, he’d put his weight on the door — far too much for you alone to hold — and burst into the room. The room filled with yours and Martha’s cries of objection.

“John Michael Shelby,” Martha fumed as she looked for anything to cover herself with. “Can you not listen to the most-bloody-simple instructions?! I told you all I wanted for our bloody w-”

“Calm down, calm down,” John yelled over her, hand clasped over his eyes as he tried to get her to stop screaming but not without finding some amusement in the situation. “Just came to see my girl, didn’t know that was a crime now.”

“It is when we’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony. You saw me two days ago John!”

“Two day too long.” He stuck his free hand out and Martha was too late to realize his tricks before he snatched her in his arms and found her lips without a peek, as if he could sense where they were after becoming so familiar with them.

In that moment, you remember where you were and how familiar this feeling of foreignness between you own friends felt deep in your gut. You turned away slightly embarrassed about intruding on their simple intimate moment, or at least that’s what you told yourself as John pressed Martha against his chest snugly like she belonged there. Because she did.

It was only after a couple moments into what could have been forever that Martha finally smacked John’s shoulder and pulled back from his embrace. “You’re lucky you didn’t ruin my hair or I’d be screaming your ear off right about now,” she mumbled into his ear playfully as she tried to avoid looking at anything but his hand-covered face to keep up tradition.

“Believe me, love. You’ll find something by nightfall,” he teased quickly trying to find the exit before getting smacked. You helped your friend by pulling him towards the open doorway before he broke something, which happened with John more than any other teenage boy. “Thanks, Doll. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” You shook your head and gave a quiet chuckle in reply. “Just make sure she doesn’t leave me at the aisle, yeah?”

“No promises, John,” you taunted, though everyone in the room knew you’d had and would do your best to make sure this was one of the happiest days of their lives (even if it hurt you every second in the process).

He quickly gave you a thankful peck on the forehead — one that scorched your skin and warmed your cheeks — and shouted “20 minutes” over his shoulder, before taking his leave.

You stared at his path for a moment, trying to come to grips what the next 10 hours would do to your heart and how this next lifetime would uproot anything you’d ever felt. Only Martha had pulled you back to reality.

“He’s a keeper,” she chuckled to herself.

You turned back to fix her hair, “If you say so.”

Everything had gone perfectly. The ceremony? Perfect. Dinner? Perfect. Their new lives? Perfect. You’d always seen the glances of adoration passed between them, but there was something new and abiding about it.

Since the beginning of the reception, your head and your heart had been at war, and the liquor interesting enough wasn’t helping. You had been sitting at the bar for a while, just watching the other guest as well as the happy couple. Everyone was smiling and dancing and laughing. You had thought, hoped, that that could have been you tonight for the sake of you friends and your unofficial family, but it was like you were glued to the seat, succeeding just barely in keeping your head above the self-pity. You only ripped your head away from the newlyweds when someone sat on the bar stool next to you.

“I’ve gotta say, Y/N. I’ve never seen such a daze in your eyes before.” The deep voice with a hint of mischief and amusement had been a family trait.

“Don’t think you’ve paid me much mind before this moment then, Tommy.” He gave a grunt in reply before reaching over the bar to serve himself.

John’s older brother, five years your elder, had been a conundrum his entire life. He smiled and joked and flirted with the girls, but there was something intimidating behind those bright blue eyes. You’d once seen him and Arthur beat up these two twats who wouldn’t stop harassing girls that were leaving the school yard when you were in year 6. They were so bruised and bloody — you swear you even saw a tooth or two go flying — that the two boys and all the school children watching and scrammed as fast as they could when they heard the police coming. That was the moment you saw the real Tommy, a boy who didn’t hide behind the charm he flaunted to his school teachers and the airheaded girls at the pictures. It scared you at a young age, but seeing the menacing and capable side of Tommy and having processed it as a matured young woman made you realize his moral compass was held higher than his need to follow social norms. Those boys were assholes and deserved more than what they got if what you had heard was true. You respected Tommy more in the total of ten conversations you’d ever had with him than anyone else in that entire pub, or town for that matter.

“How long have I been staring off for?” You asked, knowing that Tommy wouldn’t be starting a conversation with you anytime soon.

He gave a shrug and took a swig of his gin. “Maybe 40, 50 minutes.” You cursed under your breather as you threw back the rest of whiskey in your glass to the amusement of Tommy. “Don’t think anyone really noticed. The guest are all smashed themselves and the newlyweds can’t see past each other. They’ll be leaving in the next hour or so, I presume.”

“We’ll I’m happy for them,” you stated, pushing back your hair as you reached for the bottle of gin next between you and Tommy.

You jumped from your dazed state when his warm, rough hand stopped yours, shifting all of your attention to his slender face and the devilry clear in his eyes. “Of course you are,” he retorted with a small smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the sneer could be heard in your voice but to anyone on the outside, it would look only like a civil chat.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, love.”

“I’m not your love, and I’m definitely not one of those brainless floozy you pick up, Tommy. I can hear the meaning behind your words.”

He looked unbothered, but the raise of his eyebrows were from what you assumed to be impressing him. “It’s just that the three of you have been inseparable all your lives.”

“And?”

“And what happens now?”

“We go our separate ways now, I guess.”

“You go your separate way now.” You let his words sit in your mind for a moment, and the longer they were there, the longer it stung like a bitch. He was right. This story would only branch two ways, a divide between you and your two best friends who were madly in love with one another and ignorant to the fact of how much it had hurt you every step of the way.

“I go my separate way.” The words felt foreign on your tongue, but admitting it was the first step to recovery, right? Tommy filled your glass and you clinked your glasses at the start of a new era.

A little over a year ago, you were still caught up in the misery of loving a man who you couldn’t have and the grief that came with having to hide it. Toasting with Tommy really had changed a lot, and for the better you suppose. After you both had finished your glasses, the tension had left the room and the heavy shackles you’d been lumping around felt lighter, at least light enough for you to dance with Tommy which had happened several times through the what was left of the evening. You hadn’t noticed that Martha and John had left until the place had cleared out and Tommy offered to walk you home.

It had been bizarre how quick and painless the ‘branching off’ had been, but it had allowed you to come to terms with your feelings. Martha had teased you, saying your cheerfulness since her return from her honeymoon had to be because of some mystery man, and every time you told her to shut it. There was no need to speak into existence something that wasn’t there, especially when you were just becoming sure and confident of yourself again. Yes, you’d had 10+ new conversations with Tommy and maybe he’d offered to take you to a film or dinner a couple times, but that didn’t have to mean anything. You weren’t stupid: you were a young woman and he was a young man. These outings would be called ‘dates’ by anyone else, but you and Tommy had done nothing but talk and learn about one another. You’d learned that just as you had respected him, he had come to respect you, which was a breath of fresh air. You saw him more than John’s older brother now. He was just Tommy.

But life had a crazy way of throwing a wrench in plans didn’t it? A war was coming. The men started leaving faster than anyone expected or wanted and soon enough, the call came to Small Heath. Boys you had been neighbors with and gone to school with were being thrown in to uniforms and pushed into battle.

Around that time Tommy started speaking very little. He had on his charm as always, but this time you had difficulty seeing through it. It was almost as if the last year had yet to happen and he was once again a stranger.

After the third outing ending with a semi-cold shoulder, you finally decided to address his behavior. He’d walked you home and you invited him in for tea, knowing it was better to be able to talk openly behind closed doors than mild-mannered and restricted in the street. “So are you going to tell me what’s been on your mind or are we going to act as if nothing is happening some more?”

He shrugged off his jacket and his cap before sitting down at your table. “Don’t worry yourself about it.”

“I’m me. You know it’s my job to worry.”

He showed off a tight smile before leaning back cautiously in the chair, watching you put on the kettle. “You’ve been able to read between the lines for a while now. It’s becoming troublesome.”

“Well, did you expect me to dumb down in your presence?”

“I’d want no such thing.” He waved you over, wordlessly asking you to sit across from him. When you settled in the chair, his hand found its way to yours, and your heart jumped in your chest. His palm was warm and hard just as they were a year ago, but they held your own small hand with caution. “The wars approaching quickly, you know.”

You looked away from your intertwined hands. “Of course I know.”

“It’s not long before they start scraping for men, any that are able.”

It was then that you pulled back, pretending that the kettle whistling was what took you away. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“We have to talk about it, Y/N,” his voice was stern, but it was the real him, not some facade.

“Why is it so important that we talk about this right now? Why is this worrying you so much now?”

“You’re not stupid. You’ve told me so yourself.” By the time you’d poured the tea, he was front of you, looking down at you.

You finally met his eyes and found the answer you never wanted. “You’ve been drafted.”

He said nothing at first, which was worse than him saying anything. “No, John’s been drafted.”

A lump formed in your throat. You felt a panic rise in your chest. “What has that got to do with anything?”

“I thought you’d be worried, that’s all.”

“No, that’s not all. That’s never all with you. I can read through your bullshit. It’s troublesome, remember?” You grabbed your cup and sat down, watching him from across your small kitchen still standing, his own tea going cold. “We all care about John, we’re all worried, but you decided to ask me how I felt. I’m over my childhood crush if that’s what you’re referring to, Thomas. I thought you’d have known by now.” For two blunt people, you’d never been so direct, at least when it came to feelings and emotions.

“I do, but it’s always good to check for reassurance.”

“So instead of just asking you decided to worry me for the last three we-”

“I’ve enlisted.” You changed your mind. You would have preferred if he said nothing over anything. It was like that everything seemed to flip upside down. Life did have a funny way of throwing a wrench in your plans. You hadn’t really processed his words before your chair scrapped against the wood floor and your feet led you out of the room.

“Get out,” you ordered as you went to grab his coat.

“Y/N, you don’t want to do this.” He tried to grab your arms to get you attention, but you snapped at him, pulling out of his grasp.

“How could you? How could you do something so foolish?!”

“They would be drafting me soon anyways. It was only a matter of time,” he remained calm about the entire situation, and that’s what you hated the most.

“But you still had time. We still had time!!”

“Would it have really changed anything?”

“It could have.” You felt something wet run down your face and you quickly turned away, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in your own home.

He warily put his hand on your shoulder and you didn’t push him away this time, not knowing what touch would be the last. “I want to be a man my family can be proud of. I don’t give a damn about pleasing other people or being respectable in others’ eyes, but I want to make you proud.” But he already had.

“When do you leave?” Your voice was monotone and your emotions blanketed.

“Three days.” Everything had been perfect. You had been happy for the last year, the happiest in a long time. You had your friends, a steady income, a clear conscious, and even Tommy, whatever he was. Now it was all ruined.

You turned back around, not caring if he saw your pale skin and red eyes as you handed him his belonging. “I’d prefer you as you are over dead any day.” He seemed thrown by your comment, his body rigid but his eyes still wide. “Please leave.”

You left for your bedroom and he did not follow. It wasn’t long after that you heard the front door slam, and only then did you find it in yourself to weep.

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