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noforkingclue · 21 hours

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Evening, I have that idea of a tommy Shelby x wife reader for days. It's more an the tiny side so reader walks to tommy, doesn't matter if he's alone or now and it's like "do you have a affair?" Tommy is puzzled because "of course not the fuck?!" OK, I believe you and I don't know if it should calm me down, because then it means that your son had a girl in the car I have fin her bra" and it more about the awkward family stuff when their realized that their son isr not so little anymore

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Yes of course! Sorry it took so long to publish. Hope you like the fic :D

Title: Found Out

Warnings: some suggestive content but nothing nsfw, mentions of past cheating

The door to Tommy’s office slammed open and you glared at your husband. John and Arthur glanced between the two of you as you stormed over to Tommy. Tommy frowned and put down the paperwork he was looking at, confused about why you were so angry. You stopped directly in front of his desk and glared down at him.

“Thomas,” you said, your voice icy, “is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

“Tell you what, love?” he asked

“Have you been fucking cheating on me?”

John and Arthur shared a knowing look. You had been married to their brother for almost two years and Tommy had sworn that he’d be loyal to you. Well, they knew that was too good to be true. Sooner or later Tommy would see a pretty little thing and he’d be tempted away. Tommy looked up at you sharply, his blue eyes glinting dangerously.

“Of course not,” he said, his voice scarily level, “why the fuck would you think that?”

“Because I found these in my car.”

You slammed down a pair of underwear that clearly belonged to a woman. John choked on his whiskey.

“I think you two should leave,” said Tommy, his eyes never leaving you, “right now.”

Arthur quickly stood up and practically dragged John out of the room. You looked over your shoulder before marching over and checking that they (mainly John) weren’t listening in at the door. When you were certain that you and Tommy were alone and made your way back over to the desk. You folded your arms and looked down at the offending object. Tommy picked up a pen and used it to pick up the underwear.

“If this is your way of telling me that you purchased something new,” he said, “well, it leaves much to be desired. I can think of other more enjoyable ways of showing me your underwear.”

He put them down and relaxed back in his chair. You wrinkled your nose and said,

“You really think I’d wear something like that? Those are clearly for a much younger woman.”

You collapsed into a chair and said,

“If you are fucking another woman I’d rather have you tell me. I don’t want to be humiliated by having everyone know about your little mistress. Tell me so I know what to do.”

Tommy sighed and stood up. He poured you both a large drink and handed one of the glasses to you. You took a large gulp and Tommy leant against his desk.

“Have I ever lied to you before?” he asked

“No.”

“So why would I be lying to you now?”

You gave him an unimpressed look and raised your eyebrows. Tommy sighed and took a sip of his own drink. He’ll admit, but only to himself, that his past behaviour with other women might cause you to be suspicious. You had every right to act like this, even if he didn’t necessarily like it.

“And you found these in your car.” he said

“Yes. In the back seat.”

You shook your head and took another gulp. You stood up and slammed your empty glass on the table. You walked over to the window and looked out of it as you tried to figure out who would used your car to-

You closed your eyes and let out a groan. Tommy gave you a knowing smile as you turned to face him.

“Charlie,” you said as Tommy nodded, “I knew I shouldn’t have leant it to him. He usually never asks to use mine. That should’ve been a warning in the first place.”

“He’s not a child anymore,” said Tommy, “we should’ve been expecting this.”

“I know,” you came and sat down next to him and rested your head against his shoulder, “I know. But in my car, Tom.”

Tommy wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss against the side of your head.

“That’s what you sound most upset about,” he said, “that it was in your car.”

“I would’ve preferred it if he did it in a bedroom,” you said, “or someone else’s car. He’s going to have to pay for it to be cleaned. Like you said, he’s not a child anymore. He can damn well suffer the consequences of his actions.”

You groaned and pressed your forehead against his shoulder.

“They grow up so fast,” you said, “it seems like only yesterday he was a small child. Sometimes I miss him when he was that age.”

“Well,” Tommy leant down, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear, his arm snaking around your waist, “I’m sure there’s something we could do about that.”

#fanfiction #peaky blinders #reader insert #request #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

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class1akids · 3 days

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Your posts made me appreciate Shoto again because it seems like he's the only kid who went in with a solid plan about how he wanted to deal with his brother without killing him and made an entire special move to help with that plan and even talked about wanting to know his favorite food. Ochako and Deku really did seem to be just winging it, and Deku was even worse because he only cared about the crying child inside Shigaraki. It's like if Shoto only ever cared about his brothers 12 year old self and not the adult burn victim in front of him.

Thanks! I'm really glad if I can manage to spread some Shouto-appreciation. I think he's way underrated both in-verse and in-fandom for how committed he was to saving Touya.

Maybe because they didn't "talk" so much in the sense like Ochako and Toga did, but their fight was framed in the context of ultimate moves and specifically flashfire being the horrible, violent language they were both were trained in.

Shouto took that "language" that Endeavor imposed on them and quite literally reinvented his quirk based on his heart to be able to stop Touya's fire in the right way. And he did work on that move before the battle, going into the fight with the conviction that "he is me" and clearly worried about Dabi wrecking his own body.

And the way Shouto reinterpreted flashfire was the exact opposite as what Endeavor wanted them to do / to be, the way he was there when Endeavor wasn't, the way he prioritized Touya when Endeavor once again didn't - I think it's the type of "actions speak louder" way of communication that fits Shouto so well.

And since Touya copied Phosphor, I think at least on some level he must have understood what Shouto chose to do there and why and it connects to how he was capable of perceiving Shouto in the end not as some kind of masterpiece monster born to dethrone him but as a part of the family, a brother.

And I also appreciate that Shouto never made his saving conditional on whether he was facing Dabi or Touya. His priority was to try to stop him from burning himself and others up - because in Shouto's mind everyone can change, even the worst monsters.

I find it incredibly sad that because Endeavor was kept alive, Shouto wasn't enough for Touya - they needed a second resolution with Endeavor. I wish we could have seen the original ending - the one planned when Endeavor was set to die in the PLF War Arc.

I won't be happy if the Todoroki family plot ends with Touya dying offscreen or if he doesn't have at least a moment of more direct connection with Shouto. But I also don't trust Horikoshi that he won't make this into all a trophy / reward for Endeavor. In my mind, he really overplays the redemption arcs and overcompensates the characters for their change.

Anyways, while Shouto's endgame is far from perfect, I do appreciate that Phosphor was a really solid move for him, narratively bringing things together and he never strayed into that preachy, hypocrite territory Deku did.

But with Horikoshi ruining or ignoring so much of his own set-up, I'm really worried if he'll just assassinate Shouto's character too now in the last few chapters.

#c1a asks #todoroki shouto #bnha manga spoilers

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koolades-world · 3 days

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Hello! Congrats on 2k followers, you deserve all of them and more!

May I request "I only accept payment in cuddles" and "I didn't know you were the type to play footsie" with Lucifer, please? Thank you

thank you :) of course i can

cute prompt combo!! it made for a very fluffy piece. great choice!

enjoy <3

prompt 14 and 30 w/ Lucifer

Dinner with the brothers could never be just dinner. There's always some kind of shenanigan at that table, which is something you grew to expect. Thankfully, it wasn't your turn to cook, but that meant it was your turn to collect Lucifer from his room for dinner.

"Luci, almost dinner time." You knocked on the door to his room, ensure he knew it was you at the door. When you didn't hear a responses, you spoke up. "Are you in there? Dinner soon." You waited to hear his voice again.

"Come in." You faintly heard him. You opened the door to find him doing paperwork as usual. A small smile crossed his tired features.

"Hey there. How's everything going?" You shut the door behind you and took a seat on the arm rest of his chair.

"I could be better. Lord Diavolo had an emergency meeting earlier this evening, so I offered to pick up some of his student council paperwork. As you can see, I haven't even started that pile yet." He gestured to the pile sitting on a sofa in his room, likely untouched.

"Is there anything you won't do for that man?" You playfully rolled your eyes and rested your arm on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at you, and made no move to shove you off. In your book, this was a win because if Mammon had done this, he would've been pushed away. You knew this because you'd witnessed it happen before. "Y'know, I think I might be able to help you out with that paperwork, under one condition, of course." You suddenly got an almost devious idea.

"And what is that? You've got this look on your face. I can tell you're thinking quite hard right now." Lucifer chuckled, turned back to his paperwork while he waited for you for your proposal.

"I'll help you if you pay me in cuddles. I'll only accept payment in cuddles, so I hope that works for you." You got up to sit next to the stack of papers for size comparison, which was nearly taller than you. "I'm sure you know how tall this stack is. Taller than an average sized human. It's daunting, but with me by your side, you can work twice as fast, and you get to cuddle with me afterwards. How does that sound?" You grabbed the first paper off the stack, scanning over it.

"You drive a hard bargain, but I can't say no." You stood up to cheer.

"Yes!" You were quick to make your way back over to him, leaving the paper behind.

"You sound excited for someone who just signed up for student council work," he said amused.

"Well, it's with you. Now, it's time for dinner. Asmo cooked tonight, so it'll be good." You used that excuse to grab his hand, to drag him out of the room.

"Alright." He didn't move to remove his hand from yours. The walk to the dining room was filled with your animated recount of your day. It'd hadn't been that interesting of a day, but Lucifer hung onto every word. Once you were at the table, you took your respective seats. He always sat at the head of the table, with Mammon on his right and you on his left. The left used to be Levi's spot, but Lucifer usually had you sit there since your arrival to help curb their arguing.

Dinner was already served when you arrived. For once, you were late. Beel was already scarfing down his food. You began to converse with everyone else, but at some point during the conversation, you felt something brush against your foot. You didn't dare to look down, but you scanned the faces of the people around you to see if anybody was clearly responsible. The shit eating grin on Lucifer's face told you everything you needed to know.

In response, you began to mess with him back, leading to a mini war that ended in a truce with your ankles crossed over his. As soon as you'd cleared up after yourself and were back in the safety of his office, you were quick to confront him.

"Lucifer Morningstar. I never took you for someone who liked to play footsies," you remarked. He gave you a rather mischievous look, pulling up a chair for you beside him to start working. That look alone told you he was ready to play footsies with you again.

"The paperwork won't do itself, now will it?"

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clockwork-ashes · 2 days

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All You Have Is Your Fire - Part XV

Find all previous parts on Ao3 :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

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Lucien woke up to the warm rays of the sun gently caressing the scarred side of his face. He kept his eyes closed, breathing in deeply. He knew that someone had opened the window, the fresh autumn air sharp with a hint of winter.

Lucien enjoyed early mornings, but he figured he had slept later than usual, especially as he blearily opened his eyes to take in the bright suite he shared with his mate.

Elain.

Lucien’s gaze fell to the armchair she had resolved to sleep in, at the neatly folded blanket and the carefully placed pillow. He blinked, his golden eye whirring before it clicked into place, settling on the empty chair once more.

Lucien’s first thought was that Elain had simply decided that she had had enough of him and the Autumn Court. He could not even blame her if that were the case, but his mind continued to wander. Perhaps, Elain had gone to find Cora, or Eris had come by their rooms to speak with her, he thought.

Lucien quickly came to an even worse conclusion as he considered what his other brothers might want with Elain, what his father might want, even. He jolted upright in bed, his heart racing, thinking again of Jesminda.

“Good morning, Lucien.”

Nearly snapping his neck so that he could turn towards the sound of Elain’s voice, Lucien decided he would need to remind himself to take calming breaths before he jumped to ridiculous conclusions.

He had not been expecting Elain to be awake, let alone drinking a cup of coffee on one of the comfortable and cushioned seats by the opened window. She had her hair pulled up messily with a leather strap, loose curls framing her pretty face. The dark dress she wore pillowed around the armchair and it looked to Lucien that she was sitting cross-legged, entirely relaxed despite how nervous she had been the night before.

Lucien’s eyes fell to the ancient looking book on her lap, wondering for a moment where she could have gotten it from. He cleared his throat, remembering that he needed to reply to her.

“Good morning, Elain.”

Lucien figured he must have been looking at his mate for longer than what was perhaps deemed appropriate in the human lands because a blush, red as roses, bloomed along her cheekbones. He flashed her a grin.

Elain’s shoulders straightened, but she did not look away from him as she spoke, voice a bit more high-pitched than usual. “Coffee?”

Lucien hummed his response, stretching his arms as he got out of bed. He watched as Elain kept her gaze on him, her blush darkening.

The placement of the twin armchairs by the window were clearly meant for couples to enjoy, Lucien noticed. He raised a brow, deciding that the furniture was placed by someone who had obviously considered how romantic it was to drink morning coffee while overlooking the beautiful forest.

Lucien scrunched his nose as his feet touched the stone floors, remembering his childhood, nostalgia crashing over him briefly before he took a seat in the second armchair. He rolled up his shirtsleeves as he sat, Elain turning away from him sharply. He had to fight the grin that once again threatened to bloom along his features.

Instead of speaking, Elain merely put her book aside and nudged a mug matching her own towards Lucien.

“Slept well?” He asked, taking the cup and relishing in the warmth of the beverage. Tendrils of heat floated into the air as he took a sip. He was surprised at how perfectly it had been made, with a little more milk than there was sugar, just as he had always liked it.

“Yes,” Elain answered sweetly.

“Liar,” Lucien quipped with a small laugh, pretending to cough as he took another sip of his coffee.

Elain’s full lips tilted up at the corners as she mirrored him, drinking from her mug slowly.

Beautiful.

The thought was a bell’s toll, ringing loudly in Lucien’s mind. She truly was lovely, but he shook his head, forced himself to think of something else. He wondered if he should try and get Eris to take her to the courtyard, to show her Autumn’s flowers.

“Lucien,” she said, voice serious. He felt as his heart skipped a beat, the bond’s influence, at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue.

“Elain,” he replied, glad that his own voice was steady, almost playful.

Elain rolled her shoulders, knuckles white against the mug still in her hands. “I can’t marry you,” she managed to say through her teeth, every inch of her seeming tense with nerves.

Lucien raised his brows, about to tell her something he hoped would put her mind at ease, but he was not given the chance.

Elain spoke quickly, her words falling like rain in a storm. “I don’t regret coming for you, I would do it again.” Embarrassment turned the tips of her pointed ears pink, but Lucien just let her continue. “Your father scares me, but Autumn is lovely, really lovely, and I would come again if given the choice, I think, but not like this.” She put her mug down, some of the coffee spilling onto the dark wood of the table. “And there’s nothing wrong with you,” Elain added, sounding annoyed.

“Terribly kind of you to say so,” Lucien interrupted, face serious, but she went on as though she had not even heard.

“But marriage is going a bit too far, I just…I can’t.” She turned pleading brown eyes on him, “I can’t, Lucien.”

It had been years since the war with Hybern, since Elain’s broken engagement with Greyson Nolan. While Lucien was certain that Elain had always deserved better than spending her life married to the human lord, he wondered if the pain of it all had not yet entirely abated.

“Elain, if you really think I’ve spent the last few days actually believing we were going to be married on the night of the full moon, we have much greater problems.” Lucien watched her blink, once, then twice, as she took in his words. He could hear birds softly chirping, the cool wind carrying the sound through the open window.

“But the bond…” she trailed off, shaking her head, chestnut curls bouncing around her shoulders. “What about the bond?”

Lucien sighed, “Cauldron, Elain, the unaccepted bond is not affecting my ability to be reasonable.” He wondered, as he often did, what kind of assumptions Elain must have about the fae and their mating bonds.

She looked at him through her long lashes. “It’s not?” She asked softly, disbelieving.

“It’s not.” Lucien reassured, nodding confidently.

Elain huffed, clenching her eyes shut and rubbing her temples for a moment. “Sometimes I think the bond makes me unreasonable,” she admitted.

“And it never occurred to you, Elain, that perhaps you’re just not very reasonable,” he said with a shrug. He arched his neck back, draining the rest of his coffee. When he looked again to Elain, he could not help but laugh at the poisonous glare she cast in his direction.

After a moment, Elain laughed too, lovely as windchimes. Both their masks were finally aside, walls down, if only briefly.

“I’m not,” she mumbled through her giggles.

Lucien was still smiling as he put his mug down on the low table, lounging more comfortably in his armchair. “There’s no fucking chance in hell that we marry, Elain,” he said with a lazy wave of his hand. “The Inner Circle will come for us, and if they don’t, I’m not sure anything will stop Nesta from dragging you back to Velaris.”

Elain already looked more comfortable, merely nodding as she considered his words.

Lucien raised a brow at her. “Only thing is, we’ll be forced to spend time together, play our parts so no one will question the undying love we share.”

Elain snorted as he finished speaking, decidedly much more confident now that she was sure they would not be getting married. She bit her lip, turning away from him. “So far, your company has been…acceptable.”

Lucien smiled, “I mean, in comparison to the rest of my family, I’m a joy.”

“Modest, too,” Elain added, hardly missing a beat.

Lucien felt as he did playing chess with an admirable opponent. Elain was always ready to match his every move.

As Elain flashed Lucien a genuine smile, her eyes bright with amusement, he wondered for the first time since having met her if the cauldron was perhaps not entirely wrong in having made them mates.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #eris vanserra #elucien #elain archeron x lucien vanserra #autumn court #i had forgotten to put part xiv on the masterlist but i fixed it lol #ashes writes sometimes #all you have is your fire #thank you to everyone who has taken the time to comment and reblog and like <3

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 1 day

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Water Gun Fight / "It's Not What You Think"

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Mox, Stak, Deke, Omega, Lyana, Jax, Eva, Hunter, Crosshair Set when everyone is living happily on Pabu :) Word Count: ~1560 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: The children of Pabu have a water gun fight

“This isn’t fair. Whoever gets the clones on their team will win.”

Mox folded his arms, a faint, aloof smile painting his face. Either side of him, Stak and Deke stood loose and ready, empty water-pistols held with casual, easy confidence.

“Omega’s a clone too,” he pointed out. “So there’s four of us. You can have two on each team to keep it even.”

“That’s not even,” said Deke with exaggerated annoyance. “Omega was trained by the defectives. She fights dirty.”

“She fights tactically,” corrected Mox, smiling at the blonde girl whose own lips twitched in amusement. “Makes it a challenge.”

Around them the children of Pabu shifted and muttered as a ripple of discussion ran through the group. Some of the younger ones were already getting bored with the idea of teams and rules, pretending to aim at each other and pulling the triggers of their empty water pistols with giggles.

The older ones were taking the issue much more seriously. Nobody could decide what counted as an unfair advantage when it came to the former cadets’ and Omega’s training.

“I think the clones should only be allowed to target each other,” volunteered Jax. His confidence was blossoming with the care he received from his new foster-family on Pabu. “That would make it fair… right?”

“But the rest of you can still target us?” scoffed Stak. “No way.”

“We haven’t even picked team captains yet!” groaned Lyana, dragging her hands dramatically over her face. “At this rate the sea will dry up before we fill these water pistols!”

“I have an idea.”

Omega’s voice cut clearly over the chatter, and the children fell quiet. She had that effect when she took command.

She turned to Deke with a smirk that made her look oh-so-like her younger brother, if only she had a toothpick to hand. “You think I fight dirty?”

There was a deceptive casualness to her tone, the way her dark brown eyes flicked to his from under her long lashes.

Deke shifted uncomfortably, aware that being trapped in the spotlight of Omega’s attention whilst she was plotting something was not where he wanted to be.

“How about… I don’t participate?”

A cry immediately went up from the other children, the small crowd surging to surround her. Eva took her hand, tugging gently.

“You have to play, Omega. You have to.”

Omega held up her free hand, and all eyes turned to her. Mox was smiling out the corner of his mouth, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. He nodded to invite her explanation.

She fixed him with a firm look, challenge in her smile. “I won’t participate,” she repeated, squeezing Eva’s hand reassuringly. “I’ll direct them. The rest of the island against you three. Think you can handle it?”

Stak looked up at Mox, his face breaking into a wide grin. Mox glanced from Stak to Deke, taking in the latter’s nerves, then looked back to Omega.

His smile curved wide as he nodded.

“You’ve got a deal.”

“I don’t like this,” muttered Deke as they crept along the side of a building, pressed tight to the shadows and ignoring the glances and titters from the adults going about their daily business. “Omega will be planning something.”

“Exactly,” said Stak with a confident grin. “Wouldn’t be a challenge otherwise.”

Mox smiled but shushed their chatter, leaning round the wall to check the coast was clear. The water gun sat heavy in his hands, freshly reloaded. He’d emptied it – apologetically, almost – into a brother and sister in Lower Pabu.

That was the rule of the game. A soaked t-shirt meant you were out.

He ducked back when a jet of water streamed in his direction, accompanied by giggling.

Quirking an amused eyebrow at the other two, he gestured with his head. In moments the clones were storming the main street, water splashing everywhere, as shrieks of laughter filled the air.

In the end five dripping children stood about, huge grins on their faces, whilst the three clone boys were still bone-dry.

Lyana was among the victims. She had been drenched head-to-toe when Stak and Deke chased her into a corner, shielding her head with her arms to little effect and sobbing with laughter the entire time.

She stood proudly with her arms crossed now, her ‘troops’ at her side.

“Well, what now, boys?” she challenged.

Stak stepped forward, levelling the brightly coloured super-soaker towards her. “Tell us where your general is,” he demanded, unable to bite back his grin.

Lyana laughed. “You’ll never find her.”

“She’s at the Archium,” said Mox with a grin.

“You don’t know that,” piped up one of the Pabu boys bravely, but Mox just chuckled.

“It’s where I’d direct my squad from,” he said, tilting his head up and shielding his eyes from the glare of Pabu’s sun as he gazed up towards Upper Pabu.

“Reckon we can fight our way up there?” asked Deke, stepping to his side.

“Sure.” He glanced back at Lyana with a sly smile. “We’ve taken out her lieutenant. It won’t be long before we’ve ended this.”

The adults were generous about letting the clones into their houses to refill their water guns. A lifetime’s training came back easily, even after the soft months without warfare on Pabu, and Deke and Stak easily fell into their roles following Mox’s orders.

They avoided combat when they could to conserve their water supplies. Were ruthless in drenching the island’s children when they could not.

Jax made a valiant attempt to divert them, dancing tauntingly in the mouth of an alley-way which wound into darkness behind the shadow of a two-storey building. Deke laid a warning hand on Stak’s arm.

“Watch out. It could be an ambush.”

“He’s one kid,” grinned Stak. “How bad can it be?”

Jax backed away slowly as Stak advanced. He held his water pistol loosely in one hand as he raised his arms in surrender.

“See?” called Stak. “Not so bad.”

A muffled giggle sounded. Then Eva popped up from the balcony above, tipping a bucket of water which splashed squarely onto Stak, soaking his hair, his shirt, and most of his shorts.

The clone gasped with the shock of it, then a grin spread wide on his face. Jax’s face danced with mirth.

“Vengeance!” howled Mox playfully, and he and Deke dove into the alley, water guns firing. Soon the two force sensitive children were similarly drenched, laughing as Stak threw an arm around each of their shoulders.

“Guess I’m out,” he said good-naturedly, grinning at his brothers. “Think you can take the general down by yourself?”

“Leave it to us,” said Deke with a smile and a salute. “We’ll end Omega’s reign of terror. Just you wait and see.”

Storming the plaza in front of the Archium was a running battle. The clones ducked and hid behind market stalls, weaving between chuckling adults as they pursued their quarry, the other laughing children.

Water pistols emptied. Were refilled. Were replaced with weapons ‘looted’ from ‘fallen’ enemies.

Before long they had Omega pinned. Deke leaned over her where she lay on her back, winded but still smiling slyly, where he had tackled her to the floor.

“Orders, sir?” he asked over his shoulder.

“If we’ve captured their general we can negotiate,” said Mox with a cautious glance at Omega. She smoothed her face into an innocent expression, which was a dangerous thing.

“I say we execute her.” Deke primed his super-soaker. “She’s too dangerous to let her live.”

Mox shook his head. “Let her reach her com. She can call her troops off.”

Reluctantly, Deke lifted his foot from where he had pinned Omega’s arm. The blonde girl’s smile returned as she slowly inched her arm towards her face, activating her wrist-com.

“Havoc-1?”

“Yeah?”

The deep rumble of Hunter’s voice was so unexpected that both younger clones backpedalled in shock.

“Hunter–” said Mox, startled, and Deke glanced in panic at Omega’s prone position as he added, “It’s not what you think!”

Hunter folded his arms, tattooed face shadowed with displeasure, stepping forwards to shield Omega and loom over the cadets.

Mox glanced uneasily between them, holding his hands out to his sides in surrender.

“It’s a game–” he began.

The jet of water caught him squarely in the back, running down his spine to soak him to the skin. He yelled, and his shout was echoed by Deke when a similarly targeted blast drenched him too.

The clones spun, searching for the source of the attack. It didn’t take them long to spot Crosshair perched in the weeping maya tree, an impressively large super-soaker in his hands, toothpick clenched between teeth which were bared in a grin.

“No fair,” objected Deke. “This game is supposed to be for kids.”

“It is,” said Hunter, and now he let his brooding façade crack as he picked Omega up from the floor with a fond smile. “Didn’t you hear? We’re younger than Omega. If she can play, we can play…”

Omega returned her big-little brother’s smile and turned a sympathetic look on the two dripping cadets.

“Don’t feel bad,” she said blithely, glancing first at Hunter and then at Crosshair with adoration in her eyes. Her smile turned soft. “You were never going to win, not when I have them.”

Haha well way back at the submitting prompts stage it was my kiddo who volunteered water gun fight, and I guess you know I engaged in some spurious voting practice to get it into the top 26... thrilled that it got drawn as week 1!

With thanks to @ninjadeathblade who said Crosshair should be camping in the weeping maya tree waiting to snipe the cadets :P

And thanks to the amazing @kybercrystals94 for organising this challenge! You struck up a conversation with me out of the blue last summer and it's been so fun spending the past 10 months bouncing fic ideas back and forth as well as participating in prompt challenges with you. And now you're hosting your own one! Bad Batch Themed! How great is that! :D

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have been thinking a lot about loser rafe lately.. i think its so interesting that in fics he’s consistently written as mister popular everyone knows him all the girls want him but like. if you look at canon theres not actually a lot of evidence until season 3 but i have thoughts on that this is a long one lets get #meta

season one the only people he hangs out with/talks to are topper kelce and barry and barry didnt even fuck w him like that he was still just the plug 😭 hes selling coke at that party but who do we see him talking to besides the drunk/high girls that are all over him because he has well. coke! i feel like season one is the best representation of his social status on the island because its really the only window we have into what their normal lives looked like before everything snowballed with the gold and tbh nothing about him was giving king of kildare

season two bro is going through a lot the only person who fucks with him is barry and he like kind of talks to topper even though they clearly dont like each other because who else does he have to talk to? hes clearly been ostracized to some degree by his peers because yeah he was cleared and released but he was ARRESTED. IN RELATION TO A MURDER. and all the mess with his dad like its a small island everybody knows everybodys business and tbh i dont even think just that would be enough to justify him being so entirely alone. rich white kids do not have morals. we’ve seen rich white men that have done worse and actually been convicted/held accountable assimilate back into their respective communities with ease and i think the same would have happened to rafe if he already had the clout for it but he clearly doesn’t but you know who does? SARAH. she comes back from everything in s3 and all her old kook peers are quick to welcome her back in hungry for details about everything she’s experienced. now rafe.. we see him getting drunk alone at the country club in the middle of the day like oh thats not

now season three yeah he comes back to kildare he wants to be a real man like his daddy blah blah blah he takes over tannyhill and throws that big party but he has. no friends. i dont even mean close friends bc duh but he comes back and theres not even a oh shit rafe’s back like his revival actually made no noise thats soooooakslskjskdld you cannot tell me that all the people at that party were not 90% tourons 10% nosy locals 100% people just looking for free liq and a sick party these are not rafes peers from season one

tldr i think on the surface its really easy to see the boxes rafe checks off (rich young hot popular sister etc) and assume that everybody wanted him or to be him and everybody writes him like that but im gonna touch your hand when i say this . he is a loser. if rose thought he was weird as fuck from when he was 10 years old i’m sure everyone else on the island could smell it too. i need more people to write rafe as sarah’s weird mean friendless bitchless Not Quite Right older brother LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

THANK YOU THANK YOU I CONSISTENTLY SAY BARRY IS RAFES ONLY REAL FRIEND

like i say this all the time but rafe is really fuckin weird and off-putting. there's this sense that he's kinda...wearing human skin. like he's moving around barely able to contain his worst impulses and everyone can like sense that? rafe has always been not quite right and he's not very good at hiding that either.

like everything rafe does seems off, and you make such a good point about him not being able go back into the fold properly makes sense if you peel back the layers and see he wasn't really well liked to begin with? topper was way more popular than rafe and in many was rafe and topper are only friends because of sarah and even then rafe is weird about using topper as a means of control over her.

but yeah you summed it up perfectly rafe doesnt give kook king forreal hes a weird, friendless loser who can barely hide his true self in public.

#✨.txt #meta

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The Ballad of A Homeschooled Prince

Diavolo

As MC and Solomon explain the details of what happened on their way to the castle, my heart sinks. The Devildom and Celestial Realm have never gotten along at the best of times, so I'm not exactly surprised that Mammon--and to a lesser extent Asmodeus--went through that kind of experience. But it's certainly not the future I want to live in. I believe everyone has value, regardless of race.

Most demons don't see it that way, though. They think themselves to be superior to angels, and therefore the Devildom should never welcome those of the Celestial Realm.

That's in large part thanks to my father. To say that he hates angels is an understatement. If he had it his way, he'd either exterminate every single one of them or, if he was feeling generous, enslave them for all of eternity.

So, he didn't take too kindly to six of them falling more or less on his doorstep. He wanted to send them away. I insisted that they stay. Once he saw that Lucifer bore my mark, he acquiesced, but not before snarkily telling me,

"If you want to act all high and mighty, then perhaps you should take my place for a while. That will get rid of all your silly ideas, and you'll finally start seeing sense."

And then he pretty much disappeared after assigning the brothers titles, so that put an end to that argument. If it weren't for Barbatos, I'd be doing this entirely on my own. Thankfully he and I are on the same page, and not just because he's subservient to me. He's never particularly agreed with my father's policies, but due to his position as butler, he had to keep his mouth shut or risk severe punishment.

Before I can start implementing any change, though, I have to figure out how to get the brothers acclimated to life in the Devildom, and fast. The normal method of assigning them mentors clearly isn't going to work, and with my additional responsibilities, I don't have the time to teach them much of anything.

That is why I wanted to talk MC and Solomon. Based on what Thirteen told me, they should have some insight that will hopefully help me resolve this issue.

MC develops a nervous look on their face when I ask the question, but Solomon manages to comfort them with a soft smile and nod.

"In our timeline, you had established a school," MC quietly answers. "It was called the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD for short. There was a wide array of courses ranging from the standard fundamentals to more advanced, specialized topics. The school was successful enough that you were able to implement an exchange program across the three realms, and Solomon and I were among the first group of students to participate."

"You're not the only one that wants peace and unity between realms," Solomon adds. "I know it may seem that way right now, but there are other people in the Devildom that feel the same way about the future as you do. You just have to know where to look."

Well, this is rather interesting, to say the least. The fact that there's a future timeline where I'm actually able to make positive changes to the Devildom and prove my father wrong...the idea is simply too enticing to ignore.

But I can't do it on my own.

"Would either one of you be interested in being founding members of this school?" I ask.

"Well, it wouldn't make sense for me to, given that I end up being an exchange student later down the line," Solomon replies. "But MC should be able to as long as they use their alias." That makes sense. Wouldn't want to mess with their timeline too much.

I look over at MC, who takes a deep breath before responding,

"I'm in."

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#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me diavolo #obey me lord diavolo #obey me mc #obey me solomon #yes i borrowed the title from an olivia rodrigo song #and yes i created lore that may not actually match with canon #but i feel like it makes sense in the context of my obey me universe #so...

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TBB Headcanons

Pt. 8 horror movies/horror in general

Crosshair

He enjoys horror and likes the thrill. But he has to make sure to pretend like he thinks it’s lame and boring to seem as tough as possible.

He’s not easily startled and can point out the smallest details bc of his enhanced vision.

He doesn’t like the movies with the flashing or bright lights bc they give him migraines

He falls asleep halfway through

If he were in a horror film I think he’d survive pretty long, if not surviving completely. 65% chance

Haunted houses/forests are a different story tho. There everything is unpredictable and even with his vision and being able to see clearly with the dark he feels trapped. He is used to being in a position where he has eyes on everyone at all times but now he feels surrounded and it makes him feel suffocated. He tries to act tough but he’ll hold onto one of his brother for support.

Vision-wise he’s ok when it’s dark but where there are bright and flashy lights he has to squeeze his eyes shut bc it’s overwhelming. He will grab onto the nearest person and refuse to let go until he feels safer.

Tech

He’s the guy that is constantly pointing out where the characters are being idiots and rationalizing EVERY LITTLE THING.

He doesn’t like watching them bc he can’t stand the stupidity of the characters.

He’d 100% survive a horror movie and would be very resourceful (unless he pulls a plan 99 😓😓)

He’s never scared. Like. Ever.

His brothers are a little freaked out bc of how unbothered he is.

In haunted houses/forests he is usually able to predict every jump scare and hiding place so he is very underwhelmed and bored.

He rolls his eyes anytime anyone else gets scared and points out the reasons they shouldn’t be scared.

Hunter

He’s indifferent to horror. He’s ok with it but doesn’t actively seek it out.

Doesn’t like the movies that have flashing lights bc it gives him migraines like Crosshair.

He’s leaving every two seconds to get snacks and comes back and asks what happened.

He’s like the mom who never pays attention to the movie and is asking u to explain it every two seconds.

He doesn’t like haunted houses/forests bc there’s so much going on that overwhelmed his senses.

He never gets scared bc he came feel where all the people are hiding or what types of jumpscares are coming.

Hunter would 80% survive a horror movie.

If it’s not interesting he falls asleep.

Wrecker

He LOVES horror

Getting scared is so fun to him

He’s like a hyperactive 4 year old on a sugar rush bc of how excited he is

He would not survive a horror movie unfortunately. 10% chance

He screams at every jump scare even if he’s not actually scared

Always hushing people so he a can watch the movie.

Also loves haunted houses/forests.

Holds Crosshairs hand when he’s overwhelmed.

He’s eating all the snacks Hunter brings.

Echo

He likes horror at a normal amount.

He’s more into the thrillers than supernatural.

He criticized every action the characters take.

I think he could survive a horror movie. Like 75% chance

Rolls his eyes when tech yaps (even tho he does the same thing occasionally.)

He enjoys haunted houses/forests.

At the most he might jump but never a full on scare.

He doesn’t like the gross stuff tho.

He’s the mom of the group (duh)

He will also hold Crosshairs hand sometimes.

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Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff Story type: novel Part: 13/? Word count: 1456 Co writer: @mistrose23

Summary: This was Matilde Jørgensen, the newly appointed team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, about to face one of the most nerve-wracking challenges of her life. She tried to save the team from more disappointing results and put everything on the line to make them world champion again. There will be a big challenge to lead a historic team as 'newbie' and keeping her work and personal opinions apart from each other. The big question everybody will be asking: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

Chapter 11. Home

"Nothing beats the Monaco Grand Prix," Charles said while collecting his stuff. His family and friends were sitting in the living room. "It means I can sleep in my own bed, and leave the house as late as possible... The dream."

Arthur, his little brother, smirked. "Yeah, but it's also known as: the cursed home race."

"Arthur," multiple people groaned.

"I wish he was lying," Charles chuckled. "But hopefully, we can break the curse. Everything is looking fantastic, we have been working really hard and we might have a chance."

It was silent in the living room; everyone admired his comment.

"What?" Charles looked around, not liking the silence.

"You sound so optimistic," his mother said. "So I assume everything is going well at Ferrari now?"

Since the beginning of this season, since the moment Matilde got introduced as team principal, Charles had doubts about Matilde. She was young, barely had any experience and seemed like she had no idea what she was doing or how she had to lead a team. But over the weeks, Matilde adapted quickly and showed that she had potential. Charles had shared his opinion on her, so his family and friends knew about his vision.

"Yes, everything is going fine now," he replied. "After Miami, she openly talked about the incident with the entire team, and she listened to everyone who had to say something. I think she's the first team principal I ever had who is really part of the team, instead of the leader of the team." Charles showed a smile when he realised how much the team had grown over the weeks. "She even hired an external coach and things have changed, suddenly everyone is communicating with each other."

Charles' family and friends listened as he spoke about the changes happening within Ferrari under Matilde's leadership. His family and friends began to see her in a new light. She was clearly actively working to create a more collaborative and open environment within the team.

"An external coach?" Pascale asked. "What does it do?"

Arthur couldn't help, but laugh. He imitated his mother, it lightened the mood. "'What does it do?'"

Charles shared a smile as a reaction to Arthur. "He is some sort of a psychologist, he helps to get new insights within the team, like our weaknesses and strengths, observes how things are going, improves the weaknesses by giving advice," Charles explained.

Lorenzo nodded impressively. "I'm a fan. This should have happened way sooner." He, too, was beginning to see the positive impact of Matilde's leadership. He was hopeful that these improvements would lead to better results on the track.

"Maybe the curse will finally be broken this year," Joris, Charles' best friend, chimed in after hearing the optimism Charles had. And he also saw how things turned around under Matilde's watch.

Charles chuckled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "That's the plan. With how things are going, I honestly think we have a chance of winning races, maybe even the championship."

The group made their way to the track. It was only a ten-minute walk, but due to the fans, the family and friends decided to take the car. Charles, Joris and Andrea decided to take the bike. Charles loved this race, and he wanted to take the opportunity to interact with his fans. As they rode through the streets of Monte Carlo, the excitement in the air was present.

The streets were lined with enthusiastic people, all hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite driver. Charles smiled as he waved to the fans. He stepped off his bike to sign autographs and took some photos with fans. The support of the Monegasque crowd meant the world to him, and he cherished these moments.

Charles, Joris and Andrea arrived at the paddock. They were welcomed by the press. The family and friends of Charles were already waiting on the inside of the gates. They met up with Charles and they made their way to the Ferrari hospitality. It was the first time his family was about to meet Matilde. Approaching the hospitality area, they spotted Matilde seated outside, eating one of the two tangerines and reviewing documents. She looked up, her gaze meeting Charles' and his entourage. A warm smile came on her face.

"This is Matilde," Charles said to his family.

Matilde set aside the papers, and she gave them her full attention. "Hey," she said, standing up. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said and shook everyone's hand. She knew Joris and Andrea already, but only by name.

Charles' family and friends, particularly his mother Pascale, expressed their delight at finally meeting Matilde in person. "We've heard a lot about you," Pascale mentioned with a warm smile.

A conversation began between the team principal and Charles' family. In the meantime, Carlos had arrived at the hospitality as well. He noticed how Matilde was chatting with Charles' family, so he decided to greet her by only padding her on the shoulder when he passed her. Matilde looked at him and gave him a nod. Then Arthur mentioned he had to go, he had to go to his team to prepare for qualifying. His family and friends wished him good luck, just like Matilde. It became clear to Charles' family that she was not just the team principal, but also just a human and an approachable team member.

"Is this your first time in Monte Carlo?" Lorenzo, Charles' older brother, curiously asked.

Matilde nodded. "It is, actually."

Charles raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Really? I had no idea."

She nodded again. "I had a 50% travel contract at Red Bull. I've been to almost every circuit at least once, but I have never been to Monte Carlo, so this is an exciting one."

"Wow," he perplexedly mumbled. "If I had known, I would have given you a tour... only if you wanted to, of course."

Matilde blushed a little bit, and Charles' cheeks also turned a bit reddish.

"We still can do it!" Arthur excitedly shared. "After this weekend, when there's time."

"Sounds like a plan," Pascale agreed. "Just let Charles know, and we will plan something."

She showed a promising smile and looked at her watch. "If you will excuse me, I have to attend a briefing. Please, make yourself comfortable here and have fun this weekend," she mentioned, collecting her documents, the tangerine and the peel of one of the eaten tangerines. She walked away, leaving everyone behind.

"What a lovely woman," Pascale mentioned. "She's doing her best, and it shows. You should cherish this within the team." She padded Charles' shoulder and kissed his cheek. "Perhaps invite her for lunch on Monday and then go out for a tour. It's tradition. And that way I can meet her properly. I want to know who your boss is."

"I will let you know about it."

"Let me know on time so I can do some groceries."

Charles looked at the Ferrari's hospitality, following Matilde with his eyes. She was talking to her assistant, smiling and listening carefully.

A frown captured Arthur's face; tradition? His eyes met Lorenzo's, who shared the same look.

Only Lorenzo dared to say something about it. "Tradition?"

"Yes, from now on," Pascale grinned and winked, looking at Charles for his reaction. However, Charles wasn't listening. And perhaps it was better for now.

* * *

The free practice sessions on Friday turned out to be a perfect day for Ferrari. The iconic streets of Monte Carlo presented a unique challenge for the drivers, with narrow twists and turns, demanding precision and finesse.

Charles, with his deep familiarity with the circuit, set the pace during the first practice session. His laps were nothing short of masterful, as he expertly manoeuvred his Ferrari through the narrow streets. He delicately pushed the boundaries, skirting with the barriers but never crossing the line into mistakes. His lap times remained consistently impressive, putting him at the top of the leaderboard.

But Charles wasn't the only notable driver that day. Carlos also demonstrated his skill and adaptability. Just like Charles, he pushed and delivered consistent lap times. His feedback to the team was invaluable, helping them fine-tune the car's setup to suit the tight layout.

Inside the garage, the engineers and mechanics worked hard, making adjustments based on the drivers' input. The people back at the factory in Maranello, followed every movement and worked along with the people on the track. Matilde watched with a sense of satisfaction as both the drivers performed flawlessly.

The faultless performance didn't go unnoticed by the other teams, the media or the fans. The team had clearly done their homework, providing Charles and Carlos a car that responded impeccably to their commands.

Nothing could go wrong... right?

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candyskiez · 2 days

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okay hold on guys I need to be emo about infinity train book two. two people who've always been expected to just go along with everything everyone else wants them to be their whole life. one of these people rebelled and thinks nobody could love them as they are because they can either have people who care about them or be themselves. the other never ever does anything for himself because he wants everyone to like him. he doesn't want anyone to be mad at him. but in the process of trying to be someone everyone likes, he becomes a doormat. everyone's his friend but nobody's his close friend. the only one he's really close to, his brother, gets hurt by his complacency. the other is angry and bitter and lashing out at everyone because they preemptively assume everyone will dislike them because they've been punished for existing their entire life. they assume any kindness is out of pity. jesse never does anything for himself and never stands up for what he believes in so everyone likes him, resulting in no true friends. lake pushes everyone out before they can hurt them, resulting in no friends.

and then they meet. and lake dislikes jesse at first because he's so nosy and pushing his ideas on everyone and so loud. and how could someone this different from them ever care about them. they assume he's fake kind and only cares about his own ego. and meanwhile jesse just wants them to like him. even a little bit of rejection messes with him so bad. he can't handle being disliked at the start. just the thought of some strangers disliking him is terrifying to him and that says so much about his self esteem.

lake only really starts to change their mind on jesse in the map car. hears him talk about staging behind so nobody gets upset or left out except him, and they...don't understand. why wouldn't he do what he wants to do? why doesn't he care about what he wants?

and hearing about lakes "friend", he's confused. how could they leave someone like that? how could they willingly lose someone? why would they be so hostile to every potential friend? why are they so insistent on keeping everyone far away? why are they so mean? they don't get each other at first.

toad car is where they learn more about each other.

when jesse learns they're a reflection, he learns it from an authority figure. and jesse at first immediately assumes the authority figure is absolutely correct. why wouldn't lake just tell him? clearly they must be hiding something! and lake is so mad at him when they learn he didn't stand up for his brother. his brother needed someone to look out for him so badly and he failed him. how could he do that?

and then they finally talk and understand each other.

lake learns jesse thought it'd be funny, it'd just be a joke. he didn't think nate would get hurt. he didn't think they'd go that far. and he had no idea how to respond when they'd hurt him like that. when now he had a recording of his brother crying because of something he helped do. and he's realizing now that...maybe if his friends thought *that* would be funny, maybe they weren't good people. maybe there's no level of excuse for that.

and jesse learns about lake too. learns they have never been safe, learns they've been sold out so many times ("why should I trust a guy who sold out his own brother?!" has a whole new meaning), learns they've been punished for existing, learns they're always on the run. they've never had a friend. they've never had someone who loved them.

and they bond. and jesse is still kind to lake after learning what they are. lake tells him, bluntly, your friends suck. you should have better friends. tells him he deserves to be treated better.

and at the carnival, jesse doesn't understand why lake is so upset. they can still beat this weirdo.

but it's not just about losing the game. it's never been about a stupid game. it's about the fact that everyone views them as inherently less. it's about the fact that they'll always be rejected. it's about the fact nobody sees them as a person.

and jesse does something they didn't expect.

he wants them to come home with him. not in a people please everyone way. in a "you're my best friend. I want you to be okay" way. it's the first time they've ever experienced this sort of unconditional love. it's the first time anyone's offered this to them when they gain nothing from it. and that means everything to them.

and that compassion changes them. you see them be so much more protective of him and alan dracula after because now they're learning what it is to be a friend. you already see that compassion blooming before, them telling jesse he should care about what HE wants, their anger for hurting alan dracula, it's already growing. but it becomes even more pronounced in the mall car. they are absolutely willing to throw hands with someone dangerous for alan's sake alone. doesn't even mention how terribly the kids treated them at first. their first priority was alan being harmed.

people are *taught* compassion. so once lake learns what it's like, they develop it more themselves. they learn to be kind while still standing up for themselves against the apex when they treat them like shit.

and jesse is FURIOUS when he sees what everyone's doing. he's uncomfortable in the cube car, because... why are they doing this? it's just making the denizen upset. this feels wrong. so did standing by when his brother got hurt. but before, jesse didn't have the spine to stand up.

but now, when he sees lake and alan being hurt, he doesn't believe the apex. he doesn't fold. he doesn't do whats easy. he takes a stand. because no, even if he wants these people to like him he is NOT standing by. this is what could've happened if jesse's friends kept mistreating nate, I think. it could've kept escalating. and jesse standing up and saying "I'm DONE sitting by" is so important. him choosing to believe the person who was kind to him and not just nice is so, so important.

Do you guys ever think about how Lake and Jesse teach each other how to be kind and how to have an actual genuine friendship. Because I do a lot.

#infinity train #infinity train spoilers #infinity train book two #lake infinity train #infinity train lake #jesse cosay #this isnt meant as jesslake but i do not mind it being tagged as that #also this is in no caps because most of it was written ages ago #and im not going back and changing it all now

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so i finished turnabout succession, meaning i’ve watched all of the cases in aa4 excluding the first case - which i am considering watching at some point but likely in the distant future, seeing as trucy and klavier are not yet introduced in it and i already know the plot of the case. many thoughts on ace attorney 4 but i am just going to talk about klavier gavin real quick because. i need to.

[if you don’t want spoilers but are still reading these posts i’m REALLY going into spoilers so like. guys please]

i really wish Capcom had done more with klavier both in the sense of backstory but also in the sense of future games, since iirc he only appears once or twice in dual destinies and not at all in spirit of justice. what i CAN say though is that despite all this, they gave an amazingly written character to us - even if he, again, only predominantly exists in three cases.

i really cannot get over the tragedy of each one of them, though. turnabout corner, where he faces off and loses in a trial - his first trial returning to prosecuting - to the disciple/employee of his older brother. who aforementioned employee had imprisoned for murder. and he’s extremely kind compared to other prosecutors, willing to help out, and also among one of the most well-prepared ones. he’s fun and melodramatic and he doesn’t throw a fit at losing.

and then you IMMEDIATELY go to fucking turnabout serenade, where he has a concert in which basically everything goes wrong for him, including the performance not meeting his high standards and someone literally dying DURING HIS CONCERT. in which his guitar ALSO set on fire mid concert btw. and he’s very emotionally attached to them. and then you find out all this, on top of the fact that it was not only his second guitarist but his BEST FRIEND of at LEAST seven years who committed the murder. someone he deeply trusted, and he has to be the one to take him off the case and put him on the stand.

and then THREE MONTHS PASS, and he is put on the trial for the jurist system, a system created by phoenix wright. he knows from the start that despite his desires for a simple case, it’s going to be complex because of wright’s involvement. and then it turns out that the current murder provides insight into the events of seven years ago, a trial he had prosecuted on in which he got someone disbarred with information he shouldn’t have had and became CONSUMED WITH DARKNESS FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS to the point that he LEAVES THE PROSECUTION JOB TEMPORARILY. and then he is told, by apollo justice - former employee of his brother, frequent court rival, person who put his best friend AND brother behind bars, and current employee of phoenix wright the attorney that KLAVIER HELPED DISBAR - that the events that transpired seven years ago, when klavier was SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD, were manipulated by his brother.

and he STILL wants to believe in kristoph. and that’s what gets me - we know next to NOTHING about these guys’ history. and yet we see it in everything - klavier and kristoph finishing each other’s thoughts as klavier fights harder than ever against apollo in the cross examination, klavier and kristoph showing superficial levels of affection that sink deeper for klavier but fall apart at the top level for kristoph, the respective distrust and resentment they have for one another, the fact that kristoph tells klavier to CALM DOWN and CALLS HIM USELESS and implies he’s IRRATIONAL over and over and OVER again even trying to THREATEN him into not saying anything - up until the moment that klavier says that it’s time for them to empty their family closet.

up until the last line said in the court trial for kristoph gavin - in which klavier looks his brother in the eye and says “you are not needed anymore.”

and then it shows post credit scenes in which he’s like hey lol the gavinners are breaking up but i’m excited to go back into court again soon ^_^ LITERALLY HOW YOUR ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED BY THIS MAN . OR I GUESS LIBERATED . I HATE GAY PEOPLE

anyway I love klavier gavin and we should have gotten more of him in later games but for now i’m going to go uhhh read fanfiction. or no shit i should do homework. read fic AND do homework. yeah :]

#long post #ace attorney spoilers #aa4 spoilers #ides.txt #please talk to me about aa4 or the trilogy or about klavier because GOD. GOD!!!#like we talk about people having traumatizing trials but this is like #ALSO NOT TO MENTION THAT KLAVIER IS TOLD OVER AND OVER AGAIN HE LOOKS LIKE KRISTOPH #LIKE OVER AND OVER IT GOES SAID. VERA THINKS HE'S KRISTOPH. THE JUDGE AND APOLLO AND PHOENIX DO DOUBLE TAKES #EVERYONE THINKS THAT HE IS THE BROTHER THAT CLEARLY #THOUGH WE DO NOT SEE THIS EVIDENCE BC CAPCOM ARE COWARDS #CLEARLY THERE IS SOME DEEPLY BURIED TRAUMA BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM #EVEN IF IT'S NOT OUTRIGHT TRAUMATIC!!! there is at least this want to IMPRESS one another or at least klavier impressing kristoph #klavier wanted his first case to be against him and it coulnd't it couldn't because kristoph was just USING HIM #I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND

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yuridovewing · 3 months

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Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw dynamic to me

#hawkfrost #brambleclaw #the new prophecy #wc #warrior cats #warriors #jokes aside theres a line in mothwings secret i keep thinking about where hawkfrost mentions meeting brambleclaw #and he says ''i guess everyone knows we're both tigerstar's sons. but he was born in the clans so no one worries about HIM''#with like clearly implied resentment. and also bramble is xenophobic to him in dawn before their relation is revealed #those two quotes make me think that like. i dont think hawk ever liked his brother lol. he has nothing in common with this man #how hawkfrosts rogue status comes before tigerstar being his father. how he'd be a victim of his father's philosophy #whats this guy got any business suddenly claiming that they totally have the same exact trauma

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punkrogue · 22 days

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some fucking idiot: when we say "magneto was right" we're saying he's right about society and shit not supporting his terrorist actions

me: don't lump in with your cowardly ass i'm in full throated support of his terrorism. sentinels, purifiers, the mardies etc are all real and exist and want mutants dead and literally no one gives a single shit. they'd rather pass the mutant registration act and make "scaly lives matter" jokes on twitter then help stop the genocide of mutants. it's a good thing actually he's blowing shit up and he should do more of it actually.

#xmen 97 #'his politics are good but i don't condone his plan to kill everyone on earth' my brother in dormammu--#the earth is FULL OF UNKILLABLE SUPER ROBOTS WHO WANT TO ERADICATE HIS ENTIRE SPECIES AND ENSLAVE A FEW FOR A WORK FORCE FOR HUMANS #THEY JUST SENT AN ELDRITCH ROBOT SHAPED NUKE TO DESTROY THE BIGGEST MUTANT POPULATION AND ONLY SAFE HAVEN !!!!!!#WHAT PLAN DO YOU HAVE FOR THE BASTION ISSUE???? OR DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT WHOLE 'VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER' SHIT APPLIES #WHEN THE OTHER GUY IS SO TICKLED WITH HIS WORK COMMITTING A GENOCIDE HE'S PLAYING FUCKING PURPLE PEOPLE EATER ON AND TALKING ABOUT MEMOS #LOOK FOR THE DIPSHITS IN THE BACK-- DOCTOR FUCKING DOOM EVEN CALLED IT A WAR CRIME AND TOLD BASTION TO WATCH HIS BACK #WHEN DOCTOR DOOM THINKS YOU SUCK SHIT YOU'RE PRETTY VILE #BUT NO LET'S FUCKING TALK IT OUT #LET'S JUST ASK REAL NICE FOR THE UN TO GIVE MORE AID EVEN THO THEY'RE ACTIVELY PULLING OUT AND CLEARLY NOT INTERESTED IN GETTING INVOLVED!!#OR HOW ABOUT THE AVENGERS!!!!! OH WAIT!!! CAP WOULD ONLY WORK WITHIN THE BOUNDS OF US LAW AND INTEREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#SENTINELS ARE REAL AND IN THE FUTURES OF RACHEL AND BISHOP MUTANTS ARE IN FUCKING CONCENTRATION CAMPS #BUT NO OKAY MAGNETO'S GONE TOO FAR OKAY I GET IT #i feel like i'm on crazy pills are before FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!??!!!

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compacflt · 9 months

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What does Ice (or Mav) think about the Obama gay rumors? Will they be tuning in to hear the story of the man who allegedly fucked Obama? Are they bi Obama truthers? Is Rooster? Is Hangman? Any other Icebama interactions you're hiding from us? His cameo cracked me up and I need to know more...

the obama gay rumors

first im hearing about this

#‘why would you ask me; a top gun blog; this’#r u talking about the guy who’s claiming to be Obamas brother on Twitter #is malik obama now claiming his brother barack is gay ?#i may be a zoomer but im not sure im quite that terminally online #ice would probably think something diasapproving like #‘it’s just like when those damn republicans said he was born in kenya or that his wife is a man. ppl say shit just to say shit 👎’#mav would probably be like ‘hell yeah obama join the club!!! 😎😎😎 you me and everyone else on earth!!’#though mav (thinks democrats take too much of his income in taxes) would still be registered Republican #were it not for his liberal husband threatening divorce and the gop’s recurring threats to send the military to invade mexico #would he??? i CANNOT get a political read on tgm mav #1986 mav definitely believes Bill Clinton is an affront to god #2020 mav I’m not sure #‘ok fine higher taxes is the price i will pay for marriage equality’#does this have anything to do with Obama saying he only was a communist in college just to pull mad pussy? (relatable af ngl)#read the authors note on wwgattai ch 9. i am not up to date on my obama discourse clearly

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blujayonthewing · 4 months

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well I just spent an hour digging through my own dnd notes and social media and also almost cried because I mentioned, in passing, something justin had said about one of his NPCs and he, completely lightheartedly, was like '?? I don't remember that at all. [I mean I'm not making it up?] I think you might be making it up 😏'

#me-- instantly stressed and near tears: I know you're joking and it's not even important but. that isn't funny. to me.#I really wish there was a term for 'gaslighting but they're not doing it on purpose'#this is distinct from simply 'being wrong' because 'that's definitely not what happened 🤨' is a key part of it #the other person trying to convince me that I'm wrong and I must be crazy-- not for manipulation purposes but because THEY forgot #and are MUCH more confident in the possibility that I'm completely full of shit than that they maybe can't remember exactly #this is an extraordinarily specific thing that nonetheless happens to me ASTONISHINGLY OFTEN.#I mean clearly often enough that I'm now hair-trigger sensitive upset about it #AND TO CLARIFY QUICKLY-- that's not what justin even did (this time) but 'well I don't remember that' is still...#OKAY WELL I DO. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE EVER BELIEVE ME.#trembling and crying searching for Receipts while explaining to my husband that it's not even that I don't think he believes me (this time)#I just. I just. I just. I'm not fucking crazy. I know you don't think I'm crazy. but I still feel like I Have to prove it.#my mom sending a package to the wrong address and then saying-- confidently and irritably-- 'you never GAVE me a unit number'#when I can scroll back up through texts to where I sent her our new address when we moved and it was complete and correct #my friend during our big stupid fight saying 'no one actually AGREED to that [dnd] plan except you and justin 😒'#going back into my audio recording to that conversation where everyone BUT him agreed #including his fucking pick-me 'yeah jay's being shitty right now' brother whose character said 'this sounds like a good plan' verbatim #like. I KNOW it's not just 'my memory vs theirs and we both assume we're right'#because SO OFTEN when this happens I have FUCKING RECEIPTS. that I'M NOT WRONG OR CRAZY.#no one ever wants to entertain the notion that I might know what I'm talking about.#I can't stress enough that I'm not mad at justin right now he was very much 'no I believe you! it's weird that I don't remember though'#which is fair! honestly! but I'm a LITTLE. sensitive. of the fact that everyone always ALWAYS automatically assumes I'm incorrect #and very often in a way that's a mark against my competence or character.#'well *I* couldn't *possibly* have gotten the address wrong so YOU must have fucked it up'#you know. it's like that. it's like that a lot.#maybe this only happens to me so much because I happen to be cursed with remembering things better than most people #or maybe I'm uniquely viewed as incompetent. who can say.#about me

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void-tiger · 2 years

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Hot take:

Hob calling Dream his friend isn’t what set Dream off. It’s that Hob called Dream lonely.

Y’know when you read something or have something said to your face that’s OUCH! TRUE. BUT SHADDUP!!

Yeah. THAT feeling.

(And felt by a guy who 1) feels too much of His&Others emotions and histories and would desperately like to not be affected by either so he just. Tries to avoid doing just that. (No one buys it. Ever. Ouch.) and 2) a total wanker. Because he’s in a perpetual funk bUT Also uses said funk as a defense mechanism.)

Dream actually has been called “my friend” before by Hob, and called such VERY early on—same meeting as when Dream ditched Hob for Shakespeare. Granted, Dream is an arts guy, wanted to commission a goodbye gift for the fay, and sometimes hearing how WONDERFUL someone’s life is when you’re in a foul mood (and still grieving your own son and failed marriage) can just feel like dirt rubbed in your fucking face—not that Hob knew that. Because Dream refuses to fucking communicate.

But. Point is, being called “friend” wasn’t what got Dream throwing a tantrum either time. It’s the reminder of Dream’s own crippling loneliness.

#hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus sandman #sandman meta #…granted Dream creates many of his own interpersonal conflicts #even when Desire (and sometimes Despair) don’t intentionally fuck with him #and Dream only HAS Hob At All because Death arranged that to get him out of the house #(particularly because the fay were leaving buuuuut she didn’t have to cut him off. kinda reads like disregard #(which. she does again when chucking bread at him and cutting him off #(look I adore her and you’d need to be a saint to have patience for this guy as his sister but. she’s not perfect.#(and accidentally a bit of a jerk to him Despite clearly adoring her baby brother)#…and have I mentioned he has EVERYONE’S emotions in his head in addition to he CAN’T process his own or get a splinter #without it affecting or even harming everything capable of dreaming?!#…the guy needs to learn to COMMUNICATE.#accept having multiple types of relationships vs being so terrified of being hurt (again) he avoids or actively runs from/chaseseveryoneoff #buuuuuut I think he’s allowed to have gloomy days. as a treat.

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