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the-fandom-crossroads · 1 month

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Just finished rewatching Advent Children with bro and wow that explained a lot more than I thought it would. Bro had never seen it and I remembered the white void showing up there and that the 3 villains were sephiroth clones. I completely forgot the other hints towards Remake.

But Spoilers for Remake and Rebirth I guess?

I now understand why everyone insists Remake Sephiroth is Advent Children Sephiroth. Like the exact same monologue about going to space with cloud. And Advent Children was him revealing this new bigger plan to cloud. If Remake Sephiroth was the original VII sephiroth he should still just want to use meteor because it's "mother's" will.

But like all that is old news for folks who remembered Advent Children when playing through Remake 4 years ago.

I think the things Rebirth builds on about the lifestream is more interesting. The pond that forms in Aerith's church in AC is a natural mako spring like the countless ones we find in rebirth. Flowers are able to grow there long after Aerith's death because of this spring just below the surface.

When Cloud "dies" in Advent Children he meets Aerith and Zack in the white void before they decide to put him back. He's released from the lifestream in the natural mako spring now in Aerith's church just like how Tifa is tossed back out when she enters with the whale.

Again for anyone who's recently watched AC it's obvious the white void is meant to represent the lifestream. But that means Rebirth is confirming the Lifestream is a bridge between the different universes. Zack enters the Lifestream and runs into Remake cloud who's also been pulled in. AC is all about how Sephiroth is still in the lifestream and that's how Kadaj is able to be possessed by him once he has enough Jenova cells. Cloud kills Sephiroth putting him back in the Lifestream. The Lifestream that connects all vii worlds.

AC Sephiroth then uses the lifestream to start appearing before a Cloud that has only just reached Midgar. His Meddling summons the whispers which fight back to keep things to the "cannon" timeline. Sephiroth of course tricks team Avalanche into destroying the head Whisper allowing him to take control of them. Again old news for anyone that knew Sephiroth wanted them to break the bonds of Fate.

But if Sephiroth is using the lifestream to mess with other worlds. it shouldn't be a surprise one of the Aerith's also already in the lifestream got involved too. As other's have pointed out the Aerith that gives cloud the not empty White materia isn't remake Aerith. But another Aerith that pulled him into that universe to give him a functioning white materia. But somehow Remake Aerith knew the hand over happened? Because in the white forest she asks cloud for the materia and they swap so she has a functioning white materia. That part confuses me a little. How did our Aerith know the handoff happened?

Also Rufus and Kadaj have a conversation about how everything's a cycle. That Jenova "Mother" will always try to destroy the planet and the lifestream/humanity will always fight back. Made me realize AC Sephiroth wasn't going back on his timeline to make a new one but hopping into the next timeloop. OG VII and Advent Children's cannon is locked in. Remake is truely that a remaking of the timeline made possible by Cloud and Co defeating the whispers that enforce the timeloops. So now instead of one spiral after another and infinite number of spirals are forming while the remake loop is still happening.

That's why Sephiroth waited until the *spoilers* cannon event to appear in Rebirth. It's an all the stars a line situation. All timeloops have that moment, regardless of how it's different in different versions.

But Rebirth's cannon event was just a test run. Sephiroth wanted to see how much power he could gain just from multiple timelines merging at one point.

Sephiroth already told us what he really wants. The Black materia but not the one from the remake universe no the ultimate black materia forged from all the black materia. And what's the next big plot point that could be a cannon event? Cloud's breakdown at the northern crater after handing the Black Materia over to Sephiroth. If there's any point where the timelines would over lap it would be there. We already saw the power boost Sephiroth got. If that power boost happens to the black Materia yeah that's a multiverse destroying meteor right there.

Wow was that a long wall of text about stuff everyone else probably already knows. But I just had to put all the clarity Advent Children gave me about Remake and Rebirth somewhere. Expect a spiral timeline graphic in the future. Cause I feel like i'm forgetting to explain some of it right.

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #ffvii remake #final fantasy vii advent children #ffvii advent children #rebirth spoilers #cloud strife #sephiroth #douglitheories

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shittybundaskenyer · 9 months

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✹ ▬ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒

rating: Explicit pairing: Female Shepard x Garrus Vakarian summary: the Mako breaks down in a snowstorm on Noveria. Shepard is stuck with her turian friend after some things went sideways in one of the research labs. warnings: first time gone wrong (but then so right), sex pollen, so much kissing, just pure smut (what do you want from me??), does doing it in the Mako is considered car sex?, interspecies sex, love confessions, so much fluff, Garrus is too sweet for his own good word count: 3831

a/n: I had Mass Effect Legendary Edition on my PC for like a year and I'm now cursing myself why I've waited for so long to play the trilogy. The Bioware brainrot took me once more under its influence so I guess I'm going back to my roots. This is almost entirely is pure smut, I guess I can't write anything else nowadays but I'm embracing it now. So have this very rusty, messy love scene I wrote in a frenzy after finishing the trilogy. <33

MASTERLIST | ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

Noveria is cold and white and still beautiful in that strange way only death can be. It became the noose woven around Garrus’ own neck too, when it twirled his fate and Shepard's own together in form of a messy string.

It only started becoming strange when Shepard started to tear her armor off of her body, but by then all common sense was out, laying dead in the relentless snowstorm. She became feverish, smelling so sweet, like summer, like sun-warmed earth, like arousal that Garrus had realized all too late. They were warned by the dangers of the labs surrounding Peak 15, the tower that was like an old pine ringed by fungi, all the rot and unethical discoveries blooming under the disguise of neat little buildings that twinkled in the darkened landscape—a constellation hiding in a thick cloud of dark matter.

He knows she was curious. He knows she only wanted to help, but Spirits, it will be the death of her one day, N7 or not, she’s only human. And she’s fragile, a goddamn glass cannon that can blow up the whole universe and crumble from hands that grip her a bit too tight at the same time.

Liara’s warning came too late, they had to cut to the chase and there was no time to think about the consequences of Shepard's stray shot breaking open the containment cell of an unnaturally lush, succulent little flower in one of the labs. It didn’t set in until they were in the Mako and she steered the dumb tank even more recklessly than she did it stone cold sober. A boulder came, then the half of the mountain too, raining down thick globes of fresh snow until the Mako was good and well stuck. She was sweating by then, skin hot and wet and her eyes wild and Liara offered to get help from one of the nearby labs, leaving Garrus to protect his commander with his life. From what, he didn’t know. There was nothing, only snow and wind and Shepard’s warmth all around them for miles. But time trickled by like water on a glass window after a storm, slow, sluggish, and Shepard couldn’t keep herself in line anymore.

She pleaded for a caress she always wanted from him and he wanted to give her everything instead.

(Maybe he loved her all along.)

And now, now Liara is gone and has been gone for hours, and Garrus pushes Shepard into the Mako's seat, his forehead meeting hers, something akin to a kiss only lovers do. Her skin is damp, her hair sticking to her face in messed up crimson ribbons and he tries to trace the constellations under her eye with a blunted talon when blood floods her cheeks, making them twinkle like stars adrift a sea of nebulae. The Mako is dark but not dark enough to hide the fire flickering in her gaze, shielded by a series of curved, dark lashes. Humans and their strange hair—eyebrows and lashes and thousands of fair fuzz that stand up as he moves his hand lover, to the vulnerable skin of her throat, swiping a thumb over her pulse that jumps wildly at the touch.

"Kiss me," she whispers, barely audible for the translator to pick up, and it almost sounds like music like this, a series of hisses and high notes, so he nuzzles his way closer to hear it once more, now pleading, the sound buzzing in her throat.

It's beautiful in a way.

"How?" he whispers against the side of her jaw, warm plates against cooler skin, and she puts a hand to his face, five fingers splaying over his colony markings, urging him upwards until her lips can brush over his mouth. It's strange. It's unbelievably soft. Then— wet as her tongue darts out and tries to coax his mouth plates apart.

He takes the leap and lets her in. Even if he has all the sharp teeth, even if it's wildly different from his own experiences. And Spirits, it feels good. It's tender—even though they started to tear at each other's armor before this, even though he has to clench his fingers into a fist before he scratches her in his hurry. This has to be gentle where nothing in the world is.

His tongue meets hers, and now he understands why humans like kissing so much. He does now too. Shepard makes a sound as he tastes the inside of her mouth, the blunt edge of her teeth and sucks in a breath when Garrus pulls back to gaze down at her and find her looking dazed.

"Alright?," he checks, always, afraid of fucking this precious thing up and Shepard has the audacity to smile. Full of teeth and curving lips, a flash of white in the darkness.

"I'm good," she knocks her forehead against his, nuzzling him, "really good."

Garrus kisses her again as an answer, bolder now, so much braver, and he kisses and kisses her until there's no more left to give, until there's no air in her lungs. Something new shines in her eyes, in the pool of darkness that is her pupils, dilated beyond belief, ringed by a thin strip of wild green, a black hole with a halo. Want. Need. Something more. Something unbelievable.

Garrus rumbles deep in his chest, a sound so low she can only feel its vibration against her sternum, the crook of her neck where his face finds a home. His subvocals sing so many things at once, a confession she can't understand, not yet. Contentment. Gratefulness. Lust. Love.

(Maybe I love you.)

She drags her hand across his face again, that delicate, soft hand that is only calloused in places where wielding a gun made the skin harder. She touches his fringe, and under it, where plates turn into the most vulnerable patch of hide he has on his body. His voice grows louder, more like a growl than a purr, and she smiles again, so pretty something under his keelbone jumps and bursts and flickers—a star being born.

"That's—," he starts and he's not proud of the way his voice trembles. "That's one way to give the night a quick start."

Shepard's fingers stop in their movement, but before she could pull away he takes a hold of her forearm and soothes a thumb over the inside of her wrist, guiding her back to that spot.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Spirits, no," he flicks a mandible at her, his way of smiling, and Shepard puts her mouth to his jaw as her confidence grows. Garrus can feel the plates at his sheath slowly parting and somehow he's hyperaware of her body trapped against his, her knee brushing his own, warm even through metal and ceramic plates.

They have to strip down that damn armor, like, right now.

But Shepard knows this, feels this too, and her hand disappears so she can grab the waist of his pants and tug on it, even though turian armor is not designed in a way that it could make it come off easily.

"Help me, will you?" she asks against the side of his mandible, face and incredibly soft lips still so close, her eyelashes brushing his jaw as she looks down between them in the dark and Garrus desperately wishes that he could feel that fluttering. Instead, he's stripping. The rest of his undersuit that was hanging by his hips goes lower when he unfastens every little clasp and belt he has around his spurs.

Shepard licks his mouth. He rumbles again, louder when the thin fabric of protective weave finally pools on the Mako's floor, and he's right up there against her, pressing close, so close, until his keel digs between her breasts and his side is framed by her knees and he kisses her the human way, with so much tongue and want it leaves her breathless.

"How much time do we have?" he asks against the underside of her ear, finding a soft spot there, one that pulls a whimper from her.

"Barely any," she hisses and lets him nibble on the curve of her neck. "Gonna make the most of it?"

"Trying to," he smiles, mandibles catching her messy hair, blood red on silver, hands going up to cradle her nape, to get lost in that soft sea of crimson.

Shepard likes this, likes the feel of his hide on her skin and she wants more, wants no barriers in those minimal, quiet gaps the differences of their bodies create. Negative space filled with heat and some unintelligible emotion, something like summer, something like home. She melds her body to his and Garrus can't help the low resonance his subvocals start to make.

"Am I hurting you?" she whispers as she lays tiny kisses on his neck, just beside the edge of the plates shielding his spine. "You're trembling."

"No, I just—," his breath hitches as those kisses turn into gentle nips. Right where a bondmark would go. Spirits, he's slipping. She can't know this, she can't— "You just found all the good buttons to push."

He feels her smirk on his hide. He wants to have her mark here, even though the thought terrifies him.

(Maybe I love you.)

"You know I'm good at pushing buttons."

Garrus chuckles but it comes out rasped. He doesn't care. Not when he can feel her body vibrating, shivering as his hands finally roam downwards, onto her sides, her hips, the soft of her belly that is so blessedly bare.

He slides a talon along the muscles leading down, around the small divot in the middle, lower still where Shepard's already lifting her hips up to let him free her of her undersuit pants. There's still some fabric that remains, covering her most intimate parts but she grabs his hands and makes him grip the fabric of it in a hurry.

"Pull this down too," she whisper-commands and he obliges, skims the tips of his blunted talons over the jut of her hipbones, a feature all too familiar on a body made of infinite curves. It traps his gaze, the small hills and valleys, freckled here too, and hairy when he gazes lower, a trail of tiny red curls disappearing between lush thighs as he reveals more of her skin.

The undergarment only gets down one leg, dangles on the other by her knee when he pries apart her thighs, makes himself at home right in the cradle of them. This is all too fast and all too hot, but none of them complains as they meet in another heated kiss. She smells different like this, stronger, sweet and tangy and something else, pure arousal he realizes, and Garrus can't hold himself back any longer, can't will the swollen edges of his sheath to stay closed.

"Show me how to touch you," he asks, almost pleads, because damn, he can't be selfish with her, not when he trusts her with his life and wants all the happiness the world can offer for her. That too, is a confession he's not ready to make, not for himself and not for her, but Shepard stops him in his thoughts as she puts her hand back right under his fringe, driving him wild.

"None of that right now," she pants, breathless as his hands go bruising on her hips. "I just want you inside me."

Fuck, this was not the way Garrus thought he would die.

"I don't want to hurt—" she interrupts him with another kiss, then a hand on his stomach, low enough to almost graze the plates on his groin.

"Please, Garrus," it's a plea. Broken and rasped. Raw, like a fresh wound. Why is she suffering?

"Don't let me hurt you. I could not live with myself and the consequences."

"You're sweet," she smiles quietly, looking up at him from under the shadow of those long lashes, eyes burning with fire and want and that same thing that eats his heart alive, while it still beats a wild rhythm only for her.

Garrus touches a hand between her legs, follows the trail of fascinating hair to where it parts in a seam of flesh, soft folds hiding a hot, wet warmth. It's familiar enough, so much more slick and so much smaller, but there's give in the muscle lower, where his finger finally dips inside her. Spirits, that’s—

She angles her hips, and moans, right beside his ear when his finger slips deeper, almost to the last knuckle in one go and damn if that's not something he'll remember for the rest of his life.

"C'mon," her lips brush the word against his mandible. He puts his forehead to hers and pulls his hand away, moving her instead, three fingers splayed on the jut of a hipbone.

It takes a little more shuffling, a little more angling and gripping for him to slot himself right at the apex of her thighs, her warmth scorching here, a sun, a red giant star, her wetness smearing on the bare hide of his stomach and then he's holding her firm and letting his sheath finally, blessedly open, his cock sliding out and into her in a slow, perfect motion.

Shepard doesn't breathe. She can't. Garrus can feel her shuddering against his keel as he keeps filling her, making way for himself inside her even though there's barely any. He never thought she could— that she would have all of him, like this, with her leg cramping up around his hip, with her throat full to bursting with unsaid curses and whimpers. His subvocals scream, his mind fogged by the feeling of her oh so close, so perfect, so beautiful like this, with her hands bruising his neck and her lips open on some silent shout.

"Fuck, Garrus I—," there's a hitch in her breath, then a fluttering squeeze right on his cock, her muscles clenching up. He's gonna lose his mind just like how he lost control of his voice.

(I love you.)

“I got you,” he murmurs instead, eyes half-closed, hands still gripping her waist. “I got you sweetheart.”

Shepard squirms, pulls his face right down to her, then lower, into the crook of her neck and a deep urge surfaces in him, an instinct buried deep under centuries of civilized life and culture, yet it was never erased from his genes. He evolved like this, with the want, the need, to bite, to mark something that he wants to forever keep his own. Turians mate for life. If she leaves now, he thinks he will die. Can another soul be ripped from his own? He would gladly lay in a cold grave with her. Would follow her to the end of the universe and back, just so he can protect her. Shield the one that wants to keep the world from crumbling. Travel through all the stars and Mass Relays laying dormant, see all the wild emptiness and beauty of the galaxy and it would still be nothing compared to the way she looks up at him now.

There’s water collecting at her pinched brows; sweat, he remembers, and he lifts a hand there to swipe it away. Her eyes are wet too, glossy, glinting in the low light like a starry night sky over home.

“Garrus—” she presses out between her teeth, her face scrunched up in a frown of pain-pleasure he assumes, because she never makes a move to push him away, to halt this perfect joining. He hopes it’s okay. He hopes he’s not fucking this up. Losing her after this would be a killing blow. A heart-shaped bullet hole right on his heart.

“Just tell me how,” he takes her cheek in his palm, angles her so that he can kiss her. Slowly. Softly. It’s a fleeting thing that ends with her nipping on his mouth, his tongue, just to get his attention. Like his every nerve was not focused on her anyway from the start.

“Please move,” she murmurs against his mandible, her body squeezing him tight, making him groan. He pulls back a little, testing, careful, always so afraid of hurting her, his tough girl, but Shepard smiles and it’s enough to make him thrust shallowly into her. “Yeah, you feel so good.”

Garrus’ vision whites out for a second as her insides tug him back inside, so warm and so wet that a messy patch is already forming between their bodies, his sheath hitting her folds, the friction blinding, and the sight even more as he looks down, fringe tangled into her hair, and in the darkness he finds himself nestled deep, her cunt stretched around him, glistening in their combined want.

He moves, spirits, he moves. And his chest rumbles and his hands shake and his mandibles twitch at her cheek and his heart aches so damn hard it makes his breaths get stuck in his lungs like trapped creatures in a bone cage.

(I love you so damn much.)

She moves with him like a tide, like water rising on an endless black ocean alight with stars, then falling back, and even though he knows she's the most horrible dancer the galaxy has, she follows the steps of this tango by heart. Maybe because it's wanted. Maybe because it's with him. He desperately wishes that it would be true.

"I won't last long like this," his voice is barely picked up by the translator and he knows this, hopes that she doesn't mind the sounds he makes. They're real. So perfectly clear in their meaning, so sure in expressing something he's not yet ready to say when she can understand.

(I love you, I love you, I love you.)

She puts a palm to his stomach, just above his sheath, five lithe fingers mapping out the narrow lines of his sides, and damn, it makes his cock twitch, makes him thrust in roughly for the first time. There's a sound of delight. It comes from her, head tipped back and lips smeared with spit and red strands of hair, like fresh blood after a good brawl.

"Yes," she breathes out, dragging him down to her, clinging to him tightly as he finally moves his hips in a hard, steady rhythm. His knees are gonna kill him later but it doesn’t matter because he’s with her, joined like lovers, like mates.

She takes his hand, leads it over her body, to the divot of her collarbones, her sternum, the dip of her stomach, then the soft of her belly where she makes him press down a little, makes him feel the distinct shape of him moving inside her. That's something entirely new.

It makes him even more aware of the fact that this small, fragile woman would take up a krogan in a fistfight and come out alive. It makes him lose his mind. It makes some sick, posessive part of him growl and rumble and hold her so tight he's sure her hips are gonna bruise.

"Shepard," he hisses, one hand gripping the seat behind her to find more leverage, her sounds getting louder, out of breath and high-pitched, his name a silent mantra only muttered with gaping lips. “Show me how to make you come.”

She whimpers, clutches his fingers tighter on her navel. The talons of his other hand tear the Mako’s seat behind her. She drags his palm over the mound of hairy flesh where they join, and he enjoys carding his talons through the curls, then she takes a thick finger and places the pad of it just above where he’s stretching her open with his cock, on a small bundle of swollen flesh that instantly makes her tighten around him. This is something he could never get used to—the tight warmth clinging to him like a second skin under Palaven’s unforgiving sun. He swipes his thumb over it, then draws a slow circle. The tightness becomes almost unbearable. He keens.

“Damn clever turian,” she hiccups, grinding into his touch, into his unsteady thrusts, her hand gripping his wrist instead, not guiding but trying to steady herself. “I’m so close, Garrus.”

He nuzzles her jaw at that, forehead meeting forehead after, then lips with plates, tongue with tongue. The kiss breaks off in a series of desperate gasps, and Garrus murmurs against her, “let me come with you. Senna, please I—”

“Love you,” she pants into the crook of his neck, teeth grazing him, and then biting in when he pushes his whole length into her, the stretch unbearable, her words ringing in his ears like endless echoes in a hallway made of dark matter and stardust, and he claims her, puncturing her shoulder and filling her cunt, his tie growing, the taste of her blood bursting on his tongue. Sweet. Salty. Iron. Just like her.

She tightens on him impossibly so, and then there’s a fluttering, her muscles spasming violently in an orgasm that makes her legs shake and her stomach jump. His thumb slowly stops moving on the bundle of flesh she showed him when her short nails dig forcefully into his forearm.

(I love you, I love you, I love you—)

Subvocals screaming, his whole body trembling, he finally releases her flesh, knocks his nose against hers until her eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused, brimmed with tears, pupils dilated to infinity. She smiles, blunt teeth flashing white and blue in the low light, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that it’s his own blood on her lips.

He leans down to lick it off, to embrace her tighter, to feel the taste of her tingle in the back of his throat. She bit him. She marked him for life.

“I love you so damn much, baby.”

It’s out and it’s his own shot right through his heart, a shard of metal carved out just in the shape of her, and Garrus knows that nothing ever will be the same. The marks, the blood, his tie cradled by her fluttering warmth, his heart laying bare out in the snow, thawing in her warmth.

Turians don’t like the cold, but Shepard scorches and it's just the right way.

“Thank you,” she whispers, weak now, entirely spent, but not influenced by the poison of want anymore. “I know this was… not how a first date should’ve happened but…” she bites the bruised swell of her bottom lip and he smooths a hand over her cheek, brushing away sticky hairs from her face. “Can we… have a next time?”

Garrus flicks out his mandibles in a smile and hugs her tighter, reassuring, eyes full of hope and wonder and her own disheveled reflection, “I want all the next times with you.”

“Good,” her grin tickles his hide, mischievous now. “I’m looking forward to it.”

(I do too. I do, I do, I do.)

#mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #shakarian #shepard x garrus #garrus x shepard #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #oc: senna shepard #mass effect 1 #mass effect legendary edition #mass effect fanfic #shakarian fanfic #so um i wrote this while being sleep deprived #i'm so rusty #but heyy new babies i can obsess over #i cried so hard at the end of the trilogy i had to do something about it #you call it coping i call it the writer's muse

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swaps55 · 11 months

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Fugue Master Post

I'm very proud of this story, and it was very hard, so now that it is complete I wanted to do a master post.

Rating: M | Pairing: mshenko | Complete, 149k words

Key tags: Major (canonical) Character Death, Grief (see fic links for additional tags)

A few minutes more and they wouldn’t have even been on the ship. The Mako was scheduled and ready for drop, both of them suited up and ready with the final checklist completed. A few minutes more, and they would have watched the Normandy burn from the surface of Alchera. But they didn’t get those minutes.

Fugue covers Alchera and the two-year gap before Lazarus. It is a story about grief, survival, healing, and hope. It is about dragging yourself out the pit with your bare hands and rebuilding yourself into something new, not because you want to, but because you have to. It's about leaning on the people you love, and finding strength in your weaknesses.

There is also a cadre of queer grandparents, badassery, Cool Science, guest stars you will recognize, some familiar missions bent into new shapes, and a lot of hating on the Hammerhead. Oh, and the Can.

Featuring stunningly gorgeous art by @thepixelagora, @katskip and @eluvisen. (Art below by thepixelagora)

Chapter 1 - Across the Stars

Chapter 2 - Waking Up Slow

Chapter 3 - Burn

Chapter 4 - This Hole You Left

Chapter 5 - Things You Can't Speak About

Chapter 6 - Someone You Loved

Chapter 7 - The Courage of Stars

Chapter 8 - Half of Me

Chapter 9 - The Next Step

Chapter 10 - Another Way Around

Chapter 11 - Hope In These Wires

Chapter 12 - Echoes

Chapter 13 - The Weight of Everything

Chapter 14 - Remember We Flew

Chapter 15 - A Million Stars

Chapter 16 - Play the Cards

Chapter 17 - All the Time

It was a difficult story to write, and is a difficult story to read, but I think it is rewarding. Because in the end, it is truly a story about hope. Thank you to everyone who supported me through it, and if you don't know this story, I hope you'll give it a try if it strikes your interest.

#mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #otp: after all this time #opus!verse #fugue master post

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 3 days

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Thanks for tagging me, @wishingforatypewriter!

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Before I begin, there may be spoilers below!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 142! But a lot of them are one-shots.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? It's 355,968, surprisingly. I'm pretty sure I've seen individual fics longer than this. But also, I think that's a pretty big number for me considering..

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only and only, exclusively Avatar, The Legend of Korra.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Chaos: Chaos was my first ever multi-chapter fic. It stars Lin Beifong, no surprise there, thrust with this eclectic group consisting of her "found family". Primarily focused on Linumi (Lin x Bumi), the fic actually serves as a post canon fix it.

Soul: Soul quite literally is written from the soul. It mostly focuses on the relationship between Lin and Tenzin (ofc, it's LinxTenzin) and explores their connection beyond the physical realm. It's not just about two people who fell in and out of love over the course of time, but about two souls that ache and burn for the other.

The Pledge: This was supposed to be a Lin x Tenzin one-shot of Tenzin falling victim to some kind of out of body, false-memory-confabulation situation where he just quite literally forgets that he wasn't married to Lin. I really wanted to leave this fic as is, but a lot of people asked for a part 2 and the people pleaser in me didn't wanna disappoint. I didn't love how the fic turned out, but oh well. I love the first chapter though.

Abscond: Another multi-chapter! This one is Lin x Mako. It's a series of events that led to Lin and Mako finding commonality and having this flirtatious banter that neither could control. It's a little dramatic, but fun nonetheless.

Laws of Physics: This one's different. It's my Lin x Bumi modern AU, they're both college professors in their late 30s, early 40s respectively. Like chaos, it features almost every character (not all in great detail ofc), and it's been so fun to re-imagine everyone in this modern setting.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always! I may be a little behind sometimes, but I always make it a point to respond. I love, love, love, love comments!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? There might be a tie here: So Many Signs: It's a post-breakup Linzin fic where they see each other for the first time at a gala. A hundred percent based on Exxile by Taylor Swift. Chimera: I'm not sure it fully comes across, but Bumi has this recurring dream about drinking with Lin where they play games and kiss- turns out, this dream is what's flashing before his eyes as he's drowning in deep waters to his death. Yeah, whoa. Why did I write this?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Okay, I think they're all happy!

Okay, but jokes aside, I think It's Time To Make Time kinda gives everyone a very happy ending. Oh, and Ghost of Weddings!

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have gotten hate maybe once or twice on AO3. It's not typical. But it's there- and it's funny. Everyone on Tumblr hates me though lmao.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have attempted smut a few times! I'll be honest, it isn't great. I've read some fantastic smut so I just know I don't fall in the "smut writer" category. I mostly write a lil bangity-bang-bang for Lin. That's about it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Do crossovers between my real life and Lin Beifong fanfiction count? If not, then no I haven't written crossovers. But if yes, then it's Exhaustion. Way to expose myself lmao.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but I wouldn't be opposed to it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I would love to! There's some really wonderful authors out there and I would LOVE to write with them.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? It's a three way tie between Linzin-Linumi-Linzolt. I can't pick. I do love other ships from other fandoms, but let's stick to what we know lol.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm going to be greeted with pitchforks for this one, but it may wind up being Waging Wars. I kinda forgot what my initial premise for the fic was (should've written it down, I know), so I'm gonna focus on stuff I have mapped out instead. I'm sorry. I will try my best coming back to it though, I promise.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think my ideas are pretty good. The way I can visualize or imagine up these situations often take me aback too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? The writing part of it. The more I get out of practice, the more I struggle- which leads to taking insane amounts of time between chapters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I guess if it fits the characters/story/universe, it's fair game. I've never done it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Ha! Avatar The Legend of Korra.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Ummmm that's a hard question. Here, you tell me yours.

I'm tagging @orangepanic, @risingsoleil, @superliz6 and anyone who wants to participate!

#merkittty answers #ask games

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jaal-ama-daravv · 2 months

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Now this is hilarious timing with the requests for me to write a bio,

Thanks for the tag @unsupervised-threat!!

Currently Watching: Almost nothing? I have sitcoms running when making content. Otherwise I was rewatching the Star Wars movies. I also started watching Arcane.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savoury & Spicy. Laksa comes to mind. I love laksa. I also really like thai green curry. I make a bitchin' pad thai. I have italian heritage so I grew up on pasta and that is my forever go to.

Relationship Status: Single for 6, 7 months? Open to forming relationships.

Current Obsession: Making content/art for Rogue Trader (I havent actually played the game in six weeks ;_;)

Last thing I googled: pacific rim relaigh and mako (don't look at me)

Tagging: @systembug, @rats-and-robots, @captastra, @amphyxia, @shaydh, @kaine719, @uselesspsyker, @fuchsiareign. if youre seeing this, this is your invitation <3

#ask game #get to know me #sighamadaravv

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Event Request -

Smut Prompt 19. “Beg for mercy. You can’t have it, though, not yet.”

Obito x fem reader (Obito says the line)

So I’d like him to be a little mean, but not overly if you get me? Like he is gonna start out with light degradation but it’ll fall away to praise. Hope this isn’t too much?

My dear Donna, thank you so much for the request! <3.

I feel like I got you - I hope I didn't make him too mean in this. 😩 I swear, the Uchiha men make me foam at the mouth and I get carried away lmao.

🍋 Prompt 19: "Beg for mercy. You can't have it, though. Not yet."

Pairing: Obito x f!reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: NSFW, 'Daddy' kink, dom!Obito, very very sub!reader, choking, ass slapping, choker use, light BDSM, loss of control, dumbification, overstimulation, orgasm denial, cookie monster!Obito, oral (m&f receiving), 69696969, degradation, praise, Obito is so hard yet so soft

Control. It’s as innate as instinct to Obito by this point - something he clutches onto dearly, enjoying the sensation of every pin prick of pleasure that he bestows upon your battered and bruised body. His hot mouth surrounded your perky nipple, nipping and licking and sucking desperately at the peak as it turned puffy. Your legs were squeezing tightly around his waist, the only body parts able to pull him close to you the way you loved while your hands stayed firmly tied to the bedpost above your head and the dark haired Zeus of a man continued to assault your chest with his glorious mouth.

“Such a dirty fucking whore,” Obito groaned, using his free hand to circle around the hood of your clit, hot fire in your cunt as you burned for a release. He had been playing with you for so long - how long had it been? Your soul felt as though it were miles away from your body as you tried to scrap any sort of recollection from the graveyard of your brain, but as your boyfriend’s thumb crashed against your clit harshly, a heavy daze overtook your senses and all you could do was moan ‘Oh, fuck.’

Hot liquid bubbled up from deep within you as Obito continued swirling his thumb back and forth across your aching nub, stars forming in your vision as his hot mouth open-mouth kissed its way down your stomach, trailing back upwards to lick your other nipple. You were sopping. Obito had never experienced you being this wet before and his cock aggressively pushed against his black boxer briefs. He pulled his thumb away and licked it, tasting your thick juices, before rubbing his wet fingers along your inner-thigh, painting a gorgeous picture onto your skin.

He kissed his way down your front as his mako black eyes trailed their way up your body to observe your fucked out face. You looked pathetic. Your mouth hung open lazily, your eyes tightly shut as your beautiful hands continued to writhe within the confines of the plush handcuffs that adorned your lovely wrists. Obito yearned deeply for your touch the way starving artists yearn for a Muse, but his love of watching you beg for his cock overpowered his want of your nails scratching down his back, or your hands pumping along his length. There were nights for love making - of which the two of you have had many; slow sessions of missionary where you both collide together into a cosmic crash of love and lust, spewing strings of praises and ‘Love you’s. But tonight wasn’t one of those nights. Tonight was for demolishing you.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Obito’s voice was a full octave lower as his breath fanned across your swollen lips, all puffy and slick. “You want me to let you come, baby?”

You bit your lower lip as you nodded, letting your thighs rest onto Obito’s muscular shoulders. “Y-Yes,” you whispered desperately, “Just fucking do it already!”

Obito jerked up, pulling you forward by the loop of the collar around your neck, closing your airway, your breathing shallow as your circulation was lightly cut off and the leather stung into your skin. Your legs spasmed as your nose scrunched up, your expression so sexy and lewd that Obito nearly came just from watching the power he held over you. Fuck, he loved you so damn much.

“Don’t be a fucking brat,” he husked, letting go of the loop. You took in a shaky breath as your head fell back against the headboard, your skin tingling beneath the choker. “I’ll leave if you don’t tell me what you want. Now,” Obito twisted your nipples between his fingers as he once again slowly licked his way to your cunt, “Do you. Want me. To let you come?”

Thick saliva clung to the back of your throat as you barely rasped out, “P-please, Daddy. I’m begging. Let me come.” You could feel his strong arms that laid over your stomach, the way each muscle in his forearms inadvertently twitched as you worked your magic over him. You knew exactly what he needed to hear, granting him the key to your heart as you felt his tongue lick its way across the length of your slit towards your clit. Obito loved knowing what he could turn you into; you were so innocent and sweet in public, the perfect image of a proper lady. But he knew your secret: that under the facade of femininity was a little doll waiting to writhe and scream and bend to his every command; the epitome of a Sex Goddess.

“Beg for mercy,” he whispered as he kissed your slick folds, “You can’t have it, though. Not yet.”

He pulled away from your pussy, pleading little cries escaping past your lips without permission as he untied your hands and pulled them to his lips, kissing each pad of your fingers with a touch tender enough to turn even the most evil of foes soft. His eyes were filled with dark desire as the light of the fireplace flicked across them, making them resemble deep oil pools that burned across your face as he leaned forward, rolling his mouth onto yours.

The air in your lungs dissipated as he circled his tongue inside your mouth, pushing his knee between your thighs onto your seething pussy, kissing you as though he were going away on a long mission and wouldn’t see you for an undetermined amount of time. His arms wrapped underneath your back, pressing your chest up to his as he cradled you against his burdly body, vanquishing any semblance of fear or hesitation held within your heart. Obito always touched you as though he would lose you at any moment. He was controlling; one of the strongest men you had ever seen, able to easily snap you in two if he wanted, and yet he instead treated you as though you were nothing more than a dandelion in his hands, careful not to let your petals float away in the wind as he plucked you from the Earth and shielded you from even the most gentle of breezes.

His heart fluttered as you caressed the scars that adorned his face, feathering sweet kisses along his cheek and above his eyebrow. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked; how much he loved you; how you made him feel wanted for the first time in his miserable life and he would never let anything happen to you. Instead, though, he said, “Get on all fours.”

You obeyed, desperate for his throbbing girth within your walls: for the feeling of his large hands to hold your wrists behind your back as he railed into you with the force of a Titan. You got on your knees on the edge of the bed, palms shaky against the sheets, and you felt the bed shift as Obito slapped your ass harshly, the pain stinging its way straight to your core. You could still feel the burn of where his hand hit your skin as he thundered, “Wrong. Get your cunt above my mouth, slut. I wanna taste your pretty pussy.”

“S-Sorry, Daddy,” you whimpered as you repositioned yourself above his head, your walls slick with arousal as you crawled on top of him, your ass hovering over his face as you stared down at his erection. You really were desperate for him - a fucked up little freak just waiting for Daddy to take it all out on you - even just thinking about it was making your already soaked pussy tremble as you gazed at his clothed cock tenting in his boxer briefs.

You gulped down a ball of anxiety as you felt Obito’s hot breath fanning your walls and whispered, “Daddy, please… Can I taste you, too?”

A raging storm brewed within his heart at your words, electrifying him to the core of his very soul. He now faced a moral dilemma: continue degrading you in the way he knew you loved, forcing you to bend to his every command as though they were holy scripture or give into his own temptation of wanting to fuck you dizzy while he praised the living shit out of you the way you deserved, being the absolute Goddess that you were?

Obito had never been great at decision making, so when he felt you shift your weight and pull his throbbing dick out from its confinement, grazing your thumb across his slit naughtily to collect his precum and roll it down the curve of his cock, he briefly prayed to an invisible force that he had never believed in before for granting him the answer. His cool mouth kissed the still seething mark of his hand that adorned your ass as he gripped onto your hips and lowered you to his mouth.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured in a low, magnetic grumble that sent shivers running up your spine, “Suck Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit as hot pressure brewed within the depths of your stomach and you threw your head back reflexively, gritting your teeth as you sucked in cool air, hissing out curses. You pumped your hand along his length as he berated you with his tongue, swirling across your slit and pushing two thick fingers deep into your core. Your legs trembled from the sensation of his warm tongue rescuing you from your anticipation as you licked his tip, hot and salty liquid tingling your tongue and sliding down your throat.

Obito pumped his hips up, shoving himself down your throat as his free hand grabbed at your ass. Hot tears spilled from your eyes as your nose nestled into his black pubes, the smell of sex and manly musk lingering in the air as you deep throated him. You moaned against his cock, his body rippling beneath you, as he soaked his chin with your arousal, shaking his mouth around you and sucking on your clit like it was your tit. Seething warmth enclosed his length as your tongue milked him, working hard to empty his balls straight into your stomach.

“Fuck baby,” Obito groaned into you, his voice muffled. “S-so good.”

The air around your bodies sizzled as you continued your assaults; Obito slurping at your pussy like a hungry wolf does his kill as you licked down his length, your hand gripping onto his heavy balls. The coil in your stomach grew taut as he twitched in your mouth, pushing you over the edge and you pulled off him with a loud pop, allowing your face to fall onto his muscular thigh.

Seething liquid squirted into his mouth, sliding down his jaw to his neck as grunted sensual sounds and drank up your sticky nectar. Every inch of his chin, mouth, and nose was coated with you; a thin film of syrup all around his lips. Obito grunted, praising your flavor, planting a final kiss to your clit as you continued panting heavily, forgetting that you even existed.

“Sit on Daddy,” Obito hummed, gently rubbing his hands along the curves of your ass. “You can do it.”

You turned around, every inch of your body wobbly. Obito helped you slid down his cock, stretching you with little effort due to the complete mess he had made of you with his tongue. He thrust into you, bouncing you on his dick as you clawed down his scarred pecs and stomach, marking him with your pretty fingernails. He dug his nails into the flesh of your hips, rolling you back and forth, the curve of his cock hitting every sweet spot as he rasped out praises like a prayer. You could feel him all around you - he was in your stomach, he was on your clit, he was against your G-spot - and you were certain that you were about to burst.

You panicked, frantically clawing at his stomach as you tried to push yourself off him, the overstimulation burning your clit. He moved a hand to your leg as the other gripped onto the collar’s loop once more, tugging forward harshly. Your hands froze as he continued his assault into your cunt, digging his heels to the mattress, your boobs bouncing harshly even as he held you down; an effortless thing for someone of his stature.

“Don’t run from me,” Obito’s voice was unrecognizable. You could tell he was close from the way his timber shifted closer towards a gravelly force of power; it lulled you towards your release like a lullaby sung by Hades himself. “We’re coming together. Look at me. Watch me while I watch you.”

“Obito,” you breathed, rolling your hips around his cock. “I-Love-You.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your vision hazy. You watched as Obito groned, his forehead dripping with sweat that slid down to mingle with your sticky arousal that clung to his chin. His eyes were intense, sucking you in like black holes. You shattered as he softly spoke your name and released the loop, his hands falling into your hair that curtained him as you fell to his chest and orgasmed harshly, your whole body spasming as his name became your entire vocabulary.

Obito’s rhythm turned sloppy and random as he gave in to the pleasure, draining his balls deep within your walls, thrusting his hips up so his tip touched the back wall of your stomach. His seed was molten lava in your belly, warming your core fully as he continued whispering your name into the tiny bedroom.

“I love you, baby,” Obito huffed, gently kissing your damp hair. “Love you so much.”

The fireplace crackled brightly, acting as a shepherd and herding your souls back to Earth. You kissed his collarbone and glanced up at him through your hair, gently tracing his jaw with the tip of your finger. Obito felt his heart skip a beat as he pulled you up to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping his strong legs around yours and chaining you to him. For a moment, he forgot any past trauma. For a moment, he was only Obito. His life had always been filled with uncertainties and doubts; he never knew what would change at any given moment, so he always prepared to lose it all. He knew that he would soon return back to reality, that this feeling of bliss would inevitably vanish. But he also knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wouldn’t have you only for a moment - he would have you forever.

Control.

It’s as innate as instinct.

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#obito x you #obito x reader #azurelyy writes #azurelyy.100event #delicious donna #i really hope i didn't go too far lmao #obito uchiha #naruto fanfiction #obito smut

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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Not sure if you have seen it before, but...

https://pin.it/4BsH4DS

Sephy in biker outfit also looks good on him, I think.. and a nice break from his usual uniform.

Oh, he looks great in a biker outfit~! Love the white wing as his necklace. He would make for a good club Enforcer as a biker.

This pic also made me think of what an FF7 Outlaw Biker AU would be like...

One Winged Angels MC: Outlaw MC whose leadership is mostly made up of former employees and SOLDIERS of the now defunct Shinra Electric Power Company. The new, oppressive government that has taken over Midgar has forbidden any and all use of Mako. The MC fights to gain exclusive control over the distribution of illicit Mako and Jenova enhancements.

Rufus: Founder (Angeal and Genesis are the only two people who know his true identity as the club's founder. Is currently masquerading as a businessman in a successful pharmaceutical company. He is the only one in the club's leadership without the Mako and Jenova enhancements. Gets law enforcement off the club's backs a lot of times)

Angeal: President (He's the moral compass of the club, keeping everyone's spirits up with encouraging words. Very nurturing and encouraging to club members, especially newbies. Is extremely intent on tracing all the Mako and Jenova drugs on the black market, so they don't end up in the hands of innocent people or people with sinister intentions. Doesn't like the MC's criminal lifestyle but thinks its necessary for the better good)

Genesis: Vice President (Best friends with Angeal and Sephiroth, but don't like that Sephiroth is the face of the club. Relationship between him and Rufus is always tense and full of power plays. Will probably start a civil war by leaving the club and creating a rogue chapter)

Sephiroth: Road Captain/Enforcer (Face of the club in public and rival MCs eyes. He has the authority to make decisions when Angeal and Genesis weren't around)

Darling/Reader: Secretary

Roche: Sergeant At Arms (Can't have him NOT star in a Biker AU. Probably the most eager recruiter of new members. But definitely has super high standards for club initiations)

Zack: Club member. (He ran away from home, leaving his studies behind, to join the club... He's close to getting what he's worked for; a promotion into the club's leadership) The club's dedicated puppy.

Cloud: Prospect. (Has a lot of promise. His daring actions during a drug run with Zack had a tremendous impact on the club's growing drug monopoly. Club leadership is concerned that his mind won't be able to handle the psychological toll of the criminal underworld, however)

Not me satisfying that criminology itch I've been having for a while... I like to think that upon joining the club, members get Mako infusions as a part of their initiation. And later Jenova cells to signify their promotion into the club's leadership.

Anyways, thank you for sharing this~!

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #Cloud Strife #Zack Fair #Rufus Shinra #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #roche ff7 #ff7 #ff7 headcanons #c.c rambles #ff vii #biker au #ff7au

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airasilver · 6 months

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PACIFIC RIM 3? ORIGINAL STAR SAYS HE'D RETURN — ON ONE BIG CONDITION

The Pacific Rim star couldn’t appear in Uprising, but he’s down for more monster-fighting action.

LYVIE SCOTT

20 HOURS AGO

Pacific Rim may have garnered a cult following in the decade since its theatrical release, but the struggles of its sequel, Pacific Rim: Uprising, kept the fledgling franchise from reaching new heights.

Director Guillermo Del Toro was clearly passionate about building out his “giant robots fight giant kaiju” world, having planned a second and third Pacific Rim film just a year after the original’s unprecedented success abroad. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t to be: the director moved on to The Shape of Water and was replaced by Daredevil’s Steven DeKnight. A handful of cast members would return for Uprising, but OG star Charlie Hunnam wasn’t among them.

Hunnam played Jaeger pilot Raleigh Beckett in Del Toro’s 2013 film. He survives the events of Pacific Rim, along with co-pilot Mako Mori (Rinko Kikuchi), but Mako reprises their role in Uprising while Raleigh scarcely gets a mention. The actor told Collider he’d been “part of the conversation” when Del Toro was still building out the films. “I think that his vision for it included me. But by the time they circled around and decided that they were gonna make it with a different director, we had a conversation about it, but I was booked up.”

Uprising didn’t exactly ruin the franchise — the battle between Jaeger and kaiju continued in the Netflix anime Pacific Rim: The Black — but it did, at least, seem to be the end for Hunnam. “When I didn’t do the sequel, I think that probably closed that chapter for me,” the actor said in 2020. Three years later, though, there’s still a slim chance for Hunnam’s return... but only if Del Toro is also on board for a sequel.

There aren’t any current plans for a Pacific Rim 3, but if the franchise’s original steward were to come back for it, then Hunnam would return without question. “I would do anything that Guillermo was doing,” the actor told Inverse while promoting Zack Snyder’s Rebel Moon. “If Guillermo invites me to do Pacific Rim 3, I’ll be there. Or anything else he wants to do.”

Del Toro is currently working on his adaptation of Frankenstein, and hasn’t expressed much interest in revisiting the Pac-Rim world. He stated he had “no plans” to return in 2021, and still has yet to catch the sequel, likening it to the idea of “watching home movies from your ex-wife.” Of course, plans are always subject to change. Pacific Rim 3 could still technically happen one day, and if it does, we at least know its leading man is already locked in.

If this pans out no one will remember PR2 and maybe they can bring Mako back somehow...

@driftwithme

#pacific rim

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brujitaadinbo · 5 months

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In order to close the segment of those small analyzes that I did, comparing some iconic couples for me, with that dynamic in their personal and sentimental relationships, a way of interacting similar to what they have been showing us with Din and Bo katan. I want to conclude with another couple of my favorites. Since I saw the movie, I knew they would end up together. And the chemistry in them was noticeable from the moment they met, acting only with verbal and visual interaction, at all times that physical and tacit attraction was noticeable; Just like what happened with Din and Bo but they want to continue denying it, of course, the cherry on the cake is not yet to come.

Mako and Raleigh from “Titans of the Pacific” played an excellent leading role in this film, they clearly worked very well together, their synchronicity was evident at all times and this completely helped so that together they could pilot the Jaeger, their level of compatibility, It was obvious, not just physical, their minds were connected… it was noticeable in their movements.

I love this parallelism to begin with because Din and Bo katan have that magic and that touch that is noticeable when they are together, you know that they are good companions, you can see the synchrony, respect and devotion. Both Mako and Raleigh and both Bo and Din have that very close interaction that it is not necessary for them to give each other affection in public so obviously or a cliche kiss… just one look is enough to understand them and to understand everything.

I continue with something that also seems nice to me; For example, the parallelism between Raleigh and Bo Katan, the connection between brothers, the bond so strong that that bond, when it goes through a difficult time, disappears from the physical plane, but it is still there. Raleigh takes the blame for a bad decision. Bo takes the blame for several bad decisions. Both a little bigger than their companions but with a giant and noble heart to protect them. With the wisdom to guide them in their own battles. Raleigh accompanies Mako in the Jaeger to save the world.

Bo Katan accompanies Din in the process of his redemption and to recover Mandalore and safeguard the galaxy. They are definitely the same in many ways.

Din has this very strong parallel with Mako because he is orphaned, just like her, in a traumatic moment for both of them. He because of the separatist droids, she because of the kaijus that invade the world. And they also share this same bond with someone who saves them at the last moment from a fatal destiny. Din is saved by a Mandalorian from the Death Guard… Mako is saved by the Marshal, thanks to his Jaeger, one of the first prototypes created to fight against the kaiju.

Din is adopted by these new people and their customs, he understands something elemental which is survival but he also clings to them and also develops respect for them and their beliefs despite whether he agrees or not. Mako is adopted by the Marshal and the entire military lifestyle that surrounds him, she appreciates this fact, she grows up with the intention of being a Jaeger pilot to honor her family, to destroy the kaijus and honor her master, she also develops respect for him and his decisions, despite sometimes not agreeing with him.

In addition to developing a certain interest in this new person they meet, wanting to protect them and also follow their path, definitely being too similar. I think Titans of the Pacific has a lot of Star Wars because it is as Filoni says, most of its stories focus on family and relationships. It is obvious that at the end of the day, many couples from cinema or TV, comics, literature, etc… coincide with this DinBo dynamic.

I hope you liked it, I will continue with other publications about this shipment and with a similar dynamic that I know you will like. This is the way

#the mandalorian #dinbo #star wars #bo katan kryze #din djarin #bo katan x din #din x bo #bokadin #this is the way #clandetres #pacific rim #mako x raleigh

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tiny012 · 8 months

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I still don't understand the obsession with Seiya. Let's just think about this situation from Usagi's perspective. Your fiance has gone to another country for school while you remain in your own country where you're just trying to get through school while something inside is telling you something is very wrong with your fiance because he's not calling. However, as if this isn't bad enough, some popular guy starts stalking you and insisting on being in a relationship with you although you already mentioned more than once you have a boyfriend, you have tried to let them off gently, but they can't seem to take the hint. To add more salt to the wound, your friends are encouraging this behavior and gaslighting you into playing along just so they can get with the guy themselves, which leads to you being humiliated and bullied. All the while, you still worry about your fiance and having the other guy continually insult him and trying convince you that he doesn't even love you anymore.

Because you know emotional abuse and gaslighting are just signs of love, right?

I have always looked at the situation from her POV ever since I watch Stars back in 2017. Especially the first episode after Mamo left and S.A.D and their two back up singers I mean the other two Starlights come to their school.

All Usagi wanted to do was try to get trough the school year without Mamo being there and be unbothered.

That's it.

Because the looks she gave them through that whole episode..

"I don't want to fuck with you. Leave me the fuck alone."

Which was so fucking relatable!!!

She showed zero interest in the fact S.A.D was an idol and The Starlight’s while the other girls was gushing over them.

All she wanted to do was make it through the rest of the school year without Mamo in peace damn it!

She told Luna when she ask if it was a club she was want to join like the girls are and this was her answer.

If the school said they was doing a student exchange program with high school students in America aka Boston Mass where Harvard is at, Usagi would be the first to put her name on the list and get the fuck out of there to see her man. English be damned. ( Which how the other four and Luna treat her I don't blame her. ) ( She looks like an Alien in the last pic but the 90's anime have the best animation... )

When S.A.D and the Starlights come to school, so was so unfazed with the fact they were Jpop Stars/Idols while all the other girls around the school was fangirling since they were apart of the fanclub. Also while Mina was start scheming, Mako was fangirling, Ami was secretly fangirling and Rei went from her damn school to their school just to see them after school.

Just think about the fact that she technically met them first before the four groupies I mean her friends met them.

But the way they acted toward Usagi because it because she could careless about them and the other two..

Doesn't make any sense.

And I get it.

It was nothing wrong with them fangirling over JPop Stars/Idols/ Boy Brands.

I am a 90's baby who was kid during TRL days on MTV and it was Backstreet Boys Vs.Nsync Vs. 98 Degrees. ( This was before social media was a thing)

My classmates had pics of B2K, Pretty Ricky, and other black bands on the wall and fight over who was their fave.

Hell Might as well include Boys to Men, All for One, New Edition.

Hell my sister was a HUGE fan of New Kids on the Block when she a teenager. Which now a few years ago, she got into KPop and is a huge fan of Shinee and other Kpop groups like NCT 127 ( and the off shoot groups with it's fifty elven members lol) , EXO, Stray Kids and others. Hell it got me into listening girl groups like Mamamoo, Red Velvet, Girls' Generation, CLC, Black Pink, After School and others

So I understand that and the fact they are 16 year old's girls because I was their age once.

Hell Naoko in the manga got them fangirling over them as well but it's a balance which the 90's anime didn't give them. They kept pushing S.A.D on her for their own personal grain and not thinking about Usagi doesn't want NOTHING to do with them.

Because this shit in that Softball episode and the Episode where S,A.D is at her house alone..

She gives two fucks that S.A.D is an Idol. All she wants is to see her damn boyfriend.

And she keep telling S.A.D over and over again." Hey I have a boyfriend." Hey I really don't vibe with you. Leave me alone." Hey We are not dating. I got someone I'm waiting on to come back." and S.A. D keep thinking " Oh She's just playing hard to get. She really digs me. Let me keep throwing my weight I mean Swag around her. "

Which ends up to their own heartbreak on the damn roof when it supposed to been about her and not about them.

Cause that moment was about her. I’m really tried of seeing so many scenes in the 90’s anime that her feelings get sideline for someone else. I’m tired of the part of fandom saying it’s about both of them.

She is on the damn ground in the gotdamn rain venting about missing her (dead) boyfriend cause she doesn’t have a clue why he’s not replying in which she told NOONE the whole damn season that she haven’t and you have the nerve to be like “ Am I not Good Enough”

You would done so much better if you would have hug her or just told her “ Come on lets get you out of this rain.”

Since they keep putting themselves in a situation that they know jackshit about and thinking Mamo didn't give a damn about her which is father from the damn truth.

" Oh He's making her sad..He doesn't love her.." DON'T TOUCH SHIT THAT DON'T BELONG TO YOU!

The more insult to injury after the rooftop scence her "best friend" have the nerve to say this.

Child If your ass was paying attention the whole season instead of hightailing your ass from your school to the girls school just to see the damn Starlights you would have fucking knew all the damn time she told space alien dive ass that she had a damn boyfriend. She may have told yall that she haven't heard from him since he left but since yall been shitty ass friends for almost 200 episodes...

Especially one arc in particular which you sit up here , joked about her being dumped and precede to give her the most shitty ass advice you can give someone. " Oh You got to trust him" even tho he really give her ZERO reasons to trust him since he was hot and cold towards her. Which the rest of yall was like " Oh he had his reasons" which he did but yall didn't fucking rally behind her which yall most def didn't rally behind her dealing with Seiya and could told them to back off.

No yall asses was too busy using her proximity to Space Alien Diva ass and their two back up singers for yall own personal grain.

Be damned about a friend yall claim yall love and want to protect feelings.

HER FEELINGS NEVER FUCKING MATTERED TO NO ONE BUT FUCKING MAMORU!

But hey

People always going to use the break up arc against him when the one time he wasn't thinking rationally at all because all he wanted to do was protect her ( which he honestly though not from the dreams he was having but from himself because he still through he couldn't have no one close to him. Since he didn't have a set of friends and support system like Usagi did) which he didn't think it through and how it would affect her and himself greatly.

He was a freaking 17 years old boy having a dream about marrying the girl he is in love with ,having her die on which supposed to be the happiest day of their lives and having a booming voice to telling him " Oh you need to stay away from Usagi" which in his mind translates to him thinking that he is bad news/curse to her since she already died one lifetime because of their love.

Which he would rather just put the burden of staying away from her and dealing with it on his own instead of just telling her. Which for a 17 year old boy what the fuck do you expect? He have not matured yet which the most rational thing to do was to tell her. ( But hell some adults still don't tell shit.) Rei had dreams in S about the whole world including the girls getting destroyed and haven't told a soul until Pluto told her to tell them. No one got on her withholding important information about the world to her team.

But oh no

That's not forgivable but "Am I not good enough" is

When a person who made Usagi finally breaking down about missing Mamo and feeling like she can't do all this shit she is dealing with by herself into being " Hey what about me?"

I mean what about you?

Half of the season you got on her damn nerves thinking she was playing hard to get when she was constantly telling you she had a boyfriend and wasn't interested.

The rest of the season yall become friends but you thought you can " Treat her better than he can."

Then being upset that you found your princess and she's not interested in you so transfer your feelings to a person who most def not interested in you and your ass got hurt because you wouldn't simply listen to her and leave her the fuck alone.

Unrequited love is a bitch but come the fuck on.

Then it trips me out when people translates that scene to "Oh Am I not doing a good enough job to distract you from your sadness.” instead of S.A.D trying to “replace” Mamo is still making the scene about them.

Because S.A.D is still not understanding the fact that when she saw that rose, everything she held on inside the whole season come out and it was not only just about Mamo.

She have a group of friends and still feels utterly alone to the point that she didn’t even tell them she heard nothing from Mamo.

She has a guardian cat that she don’t even tell her what’s going on because she is so judgmental and still act like Usagi can’t do the work.

She misses not only Mamo that she doesn’t know what’s going on with him not retuning her calls or her letters but missing Chibiusa.

She have to deal with Outers and the Starlights bullshit and how the Outers don’t want to hang with S.A.D or be allies with the Starlights. While the Starlights don’t want S.A.D to do the same thing.

She constantly dealing with the inners shit and how they acted like groupies while using her to try to get close to S.A.D the until they found out S.A.D and Starlights identities. Which the inners are completely useless in fights she is having now.

She had to deal with S.A.D shit and not understanding that she have a boyfriend and just ask her to do things before just thinking she will automatedly do it with them.

To top that all off she got to deal with Galaxia and her people stealing people Star Seed.

All the while not having the one person that have been by her side since she become Sailor Moon. Mamoru.

No 16 year old girl should have to deal with that much shit.

And it all come ahead with her seeing that rose and think maybe just maybe he come back to her finally. That she’s not alone.

The saddness she feels runs deep and just because you think you finally decided to stop “ shoot your shot” and be supported of her you think it’s going to “Proof” magically disappear. Because you make her smile or laugh for a few minutes.

Naw dear It doesn’t work that way. No way in hell does it way that way because it’s more than her missing her boyfriend.

Usagi was depressed this season and you can’t tell me otherwise. So no amount of S.A.D trying to make her “ happy” would actually make her “ happy” if she’s not mentally.

But we should feel bad for S.A.D because they love her oh so much by pushing boundaries and throwing emotional baggage that weight a fucking ton on a girl who have to deal with her OWN emotional baggage!!

"Poor S.A.D! They just love Usagi so much. Bad Usagi for not bring their feelings into consideration while you are breaking down about being alone and missing your boyfriend.”

Poor S.A.D my ass

Sorrows, Sorrows Prayers Seyia

#Tanya rants about SM #I just went off at the end lmao #long post #I am sorry but something about S.A.D in the 90's anime and how people think they are the better choice for Usagi #when most of the season they annoyed the living fuck out of her #just gets a rant out of me every single time #because if this was real life and a person kept pushing a person to go out with them when the person clearly is not interested #people would be on that person side who is not interested #they wouldn't saying crazy shit to justify that person who is pushing #they would say the person who is pushing is wrong and need to back off #but nope not with this #then also in real life the person who is not interested friends who stand by their friend and tell that person to back off #not use the fact the person is pushing to get close with the person other friends because they are hot #it still frustrating to me because people would use oh it just fiction on every single thing in this show besides when it comes to Mamoru #then they put real life applications towards him #kiss Usagi when she is sleep they supposed to be allegory to Fairy Tale which is Naoko thing #oh He kiss her without her consent! He's trying to SA her meanwhile the person who really tries to SA her gets the #“Oh he's a villain doing villian things bullshit.”#2-3 freaking age gap that is not going to matter when they become adults #“Oh he's a pedophile! He should go to jail.”#Nephrite fucking grooming Naru which was an adult and using the living shit Naru to find the Silver Crystal and SM Identity #Oh they don't get together and he dies so it's fine It's so sad!!!#Like Fucking hell #The double standards use against that boy is fucking crazy.#Shit my damn tags become another rant lmao #Let me stop now lol #But one more thing #Be fucking fair instead of a damn hypocrite fandom

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tafkarfanfic · 6 months

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Ten fandoms, ten characters, ten tags

These were formative to me in one way or another. I’m sure that if you asked me on another day the list would change. Thanks for asking me to play @kuwdora !

Star Trek TNG: Lt. Cmdr. Data

Impromptu: George Sand (see my icon)

The X Files: Dana Sculley

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Willow Rosenberg

Stargate: Daniel Jackson

Pacific Rim: Mako Mori

Parks and Recreation: Leslie Knope

Game of Thrones: Brienne of Tarth

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister

Legends of Tomorrow: Nate Heywood

Tag 10! Ummm… @thebyrchentwigges @zaritarazi @enfa @mizarchivist @sdwolfpup @mzrowan @eregyrn @ddagent @maraceles @the-real-commasplice

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wolfynsong · 1 year

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would love to read about your swtor thoughts so far and the character/s you’re playing with >:) no pressure tho

i only started playing just yesterday, but it's been good so far! i'm a big SW fan, but mostly unfamiliar with the old republic era, so this is kind of a fun new world for me. having actual dialogue choices in an mmo is very cool, especially when they actually have an impact on your story. the only thing that's got me rolling my eyes a little is how cartoonish the whole dark/light choices are portrayed sometimes, but that's pretty true to star wars so more of a personal thing.

i'm playing a cyborg BH with the operative combat style, named Vex Korva. currently on dromund kaas, snarking at the sith and trying to get into this Great Hunt thing. they're somewhat neutrally aligned, but have accidentally drifted lightside because they didn't want to do war crimes, lmao. their companion is mako, who they found initially kind of irritating, but she's started grow on them. (also she keeps them alive, so...)

here's a screenshot! :] and thanks for the ask~

#swtor #rhys plays swtor #asks #rhys rambles #screenshot #vex korva #guess they have a tag now

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leofrith · 7 months

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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]

I wasn't actually tagged by anyone and I would never usually do this but @ainulindaelynn said anyone could consider themselves tagged and this one looked fun so here I am. 🤪

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! Four one-shots and one multi-chapter WIP.

2. What is your AO3 word count?

16,451

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Assassin's Creed, formerly (but I'm sure I'll be dragged back into it at some point) Star Wars. I also have a bunch of old WIPs for Pacific Rim and (🤢) the MCU but never completed/published any of them.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I only have five fics posted so:

Hideaway - 147

Bright Skies - 136

Press On, Move Along - 92

Out of the Cold - 35

Honor Bound - 22

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to respond to every comment I get, even if it's just a short little acknowledgement. Because I would like people to know I see them and appreciate them so they keep commenting. <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Press On, Move Along. Everyone died, dude.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hideaway!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! 🤪

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, as of like... three months ago. I have yet to publish any of it though and it'll probably be a long while before I do, but I also have a little one-shot that may be done long before then if I decide to actually finish it. In terms of "what kind" I think it's pretty vanilla. IDK how else to describe it.🧍🏻‍♀️

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not generally, except for the AC Star Wars AU that has taken over my brain. I'm not even sure I would count that as a crossover so much as a fusion AU because there are absolutely no Star Wars characters in it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I'm not positive this person was copying my fic, but I distinctly remember not long after I posted Hideaway coming across a fic with the same premise (Din playing hide and seek with the kids on Sorgan), which followed all the exact same plot beats as mine. And I do mean exactly. Obviously the plot itself is not particularly groundbreaking and I think there are plenty of other similar stories out there, but this one was similar enough to set off alarm bells.

I didn't end up doing anything about it because again, I like to give people the benefit of the doubt and it could have easily been a coincidence, but obviously if they had fully reposted my fic then that would be a different story.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Actively written a fic with another person? No. Plotted a fic from start to finish in a months-long series of increasingly deranged DMs? So many times. Hi Parker. :)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Girl... I can't answer this. I don't know about "favourite" but if I had to pick a ship that has made me crazy for the most amount of time, it's probably Mako/Raleigh.

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

I still think about my post-Mando s2 fix-it fic every once in a while but I honestly doubt I'll ever finish it. Disney has pretty much killed any care I once had for this show and it fucking sucks. :/

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not even being modest right now I just actually don't know lmao. Anything that I might qualify as a strength isn't consistent enough for me to feel justified in calling it a strength.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Overthinking my use of commas, editing while I write, feeling directionless when I don't do enough planning ahead of time but feeling suffocated when I do too much planning ahead of time. Also just being sooooo fucking slow, but I think that can be attributed to the overthinking.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I avoid it as much as humanly possible. If someone is speaking another language I'll usually just note it in the text somehow or, as has been the case with Honor Bound a lot of the time, purposefully write from the POV of a character who doesn't speak that language which, in addition to conveniently sidestepping that issue, works well as a narrative device.

I just absolutely hate the thought of putting Google translated dialogue in a fic and having a native speaker cringe their way through grammatically incoherent dialogue lmao.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marvel >:(

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Honor Bound obviously holds a special place in my heart but Out of the Cold is really good. Like really good IMO.

No-pressure tags: @orphiceonian, @aeide, @findusinaweek, @reiverreturns, @basimibnishaqs, ????? anyone else who wants to <3

#one of my favourite pastimes is talking about my writing instead of actually writing and it shows #ky posts text #tag games

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