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panther-os · 1 year
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Gree - Mansplain
Ponds - Manipulate
Trauma - Manslaughter
Monnk - Manwhore
Wolffe - Manpower
Blackout - Manifest
Fox - Manager
Cody - Mannequin
Thorn - Manicure
Bly - Malewife
i do not take criticism
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pixelpython · 11 months
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ARF Trooper Collection
"Don't cry, kid. We'll keep you safe. I…I promise." - Boil
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alamogirl80 · 2 years
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Trauma lived! Didn’t you know? Blitz is checking up on him… 🥹
Based on a fic gift exchange HERE! By @elthadriel
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wild-karrde · 2 years
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@ladysongmaster has written this: The Dare for Clonetober 2022. And really, while reading this I was ready to jump in and pummel the trainer so hard my fists would bleed! The little cuties that are cadets are so worth the hugs and love but find themselves in trouble. Thankfully there is someone around looking out for them and the way that we get to see Fox Naasade and Jango interact is priceless.
The Brothers' Keeper AU seems so cool from the bits that I have read, and I totally agree with you on all counts. Totally wanted to pummel the trainer, but love to see the cadet camaraderie. It's endearing all the way around. Thanks for the rec!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
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undertheredhood · 6 months
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bruce 'tired single dad' wayne: *lecturing jason once again on something he did during a fight*
jason 'theatre kid extraodinare'' todd who immediately starts fake crying on the spot: do you just not love me anymore?
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bugcouncil · 1 year
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Alpha-17 goes to see Wolffe in the medbay after his encounter with Ventress
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sun-snatcher · 2 months
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hello! i love ur work and i was wondering if u could do some live action zuko angst (that makes ur heart sink) and then it progresses to fluff (that makes ur heart swell) please? HAHA idk if it makes sense but i rlly love ur work!! hope ure doing well n no pressure!!!
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🐉・ HEARTBURN
summ.  Fresh from his banishment, Zuko faces the aftermath of his punishment in both his dreams and his waking hours. pairing. Zuko x f!reader (established relationship) w.count.  1k.  a/n.  A bit abstract on this one, but just typical dream logic. A glimpse at Zuko’s descent into madness, almost? Sorry anon if this is mostly angst than fluff! 🧎🏻‍♀️
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Zuko’s dreams manifest at the scent of burnt flesh and the sound of his own screaming.
He feels the molten sting of a melting crown upon his skin and the fantastical beast that is his father; something monstrous— something scaled, fanged, clawed, and too large an appetite, with a touch and breath of fire that lights the skies in a blaze.
( He wakes up with his voice hoarse from screaming. The 41st Division will eventually learn early on not to mention it. They just leave a hot pot of tea ready for him come the mornings, by General Iroh's orders. )
Sometimes, it transgresses. Sometimes, it’s his mother who burns while he watches from the sidelines of the Agni Kai; Or Azula. Their shrieks mix with his when he wakes. 
Sometimes, it’s Iroh who scalds him. Great Dragon of the West, jasmine-white with razor teeth and a flame that burns as hot as the sun; serpent eyes a shining gold and a sharper tongue that spoke of his disappointment for his nephew. 
Sometimes, it begins with you.
Please, you beg, at the foot of a winged beast. It speaks in the voice of his father; damning, all-encompassing. It warns the Prince the price of compassion, of mercies, and of weaknesses. Eliminate her, or I will. 
Rarely does Zuko ever move. He’d plead in your name, to spare your life. It never happens; he just wakes to the smell of smoke and the sound of your screaming.
( There are dreams he doesn’t speak at all to defend you. The shame devours him whole. )
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“I’ve killed you over a hundred times, in my sleep.”
In the aftermath of another nightmare, you turn to face Zuko. You’re not quite sure what to say. 
“Other nights, it’s the 41st, or Uncle,” he says, quietly. “Even mom, or Azula.”
You turn back to the small medical chest on the desk. The infirmary is quieter at times like these; the soldiers of the 41st know not to visit the usual haunts of their Prince. Tonight, Zuko will have to replace the bandages of his scar, and there are only two people on this ship he’d ever trust in his life to lay a hand on it.
You’re shifting towards where he’s sitting on one of the cots. “May I?”
( You ask. You always ask. Even when you’ve done this nearly fifty times, you ask. Zuko is glad; there’s a comfort in agency, especially when he’s gotten so used to losing it every time he sleeps.  )
He nods, and you make quick work to unravel the bandages. When the layers come away, you observe the way his left eye shuts and opens as he blinks, remaining half-closed into a permanent expression of pain. He looks away, downcast. 
The skin around is stretched taut, some areas rawer than others, marred with growing scar tissue that knots in twisting valleys. ( Zuko has only seen the scar once. He’s covered the mirrors in his room ever since; avoids glancing at his own passing reflections. )
The wound is still fresh; the memories fresher.
You don’t flinch at the sight or recoil like the other soldiers or dignitaries. 
He finds… solace in that.
( Something roils in his mind. It uncurls and hisses and growls. )
“Tilt your head for me,” you say, ready to replace the cotton on his eye with a new one. 
He stops your wrist just as you do. 
Your heart jumps at the contact. His hands are warm.
“Why?” he blurts.
You blink in confusion.
“Why’d you come with me?”
The reply is instant, and unintentionally drowned in affection. “Where else would I have belonged?”
Zuko almost answers instinctively: With me. By my side. He shakes his head.
“You should have never come,” he says, instead. He’d grown fond of you over the years. Too fond; over some Firenation colonel’s daughter, a force to be reckoned with and yet a childhood friend who he’d played and studied and fought with countless times. Fond enough that he’d been foolish to let you step foot into the ship of the 41st Division the day he’d been banished; fond enough to be foolish enough to allow you to put yourself in harm’s way. “You could’ve had a better future back home.”
“But a miserable one,” you counter. 
His nostrils flare as he sighs. You watch the way his brows weave to a frown, the way they always did whenever he’s tamping down his frustration. "Nothing is more miserable than being banished from home. Yet here you are walking away from it.”
“You and I both know the palace was never a home for me,” you say. “I’ve been by your side my entire life. I’m not about to break that streak over some punishment. You matter to me.”
Zuko’s heart stifles. 
( Compassion, he hears the wings of the blood-red dragon in his dreams unfurl. Compassion is a sign of weakness. )
“It was a stupid move,” he blurts, letting go of you. He had wanted it to be emotionless, but it comes out as distinctively bitter: “Sooner or later you’ll come to regret your decision. Then, you’ll see I was right all along.”
“Maybe,” you say, just to appease him. “But I doubt it.”
( Lies, jeers the serpent. You have only yourself to rely on in this world, Zuko. )
For the sake of conversation, you don’t provoke him further. You continue, instead, with replacing the dressings around his eye. He’s angry enough as is with the world— with you. For being stubborn. And strong. And steadfast. And loyal. And—
Zuko glances at your face in focus, your hands so careful in binding the gauze it’s nearly featherlight. “Tell me if it hurts,” you say, with gentle authority. 
The ire leaves his body. Zuko’s gaze softens at a realisation:
“Not once have you ever hurt me. Not even in my dreams.”
It’s a statement so frighteningly vulnerable that it has you stilling. Your breath staggers. Something swells in your chest. You let your hand rest on his cheek, thumb below his scar. The touch is reassuring. Zuko wants to lean into it.
“I don’t think I ever could,” you answer, honestly. 
( She can, sings the beast. She will. And once she does, know that it will burn tenfold than what I've done. )
Zuko's hand settles on top of yours. 
“You can hurt me,” he concedes, solemn, voice barely above a whisper. “You can if you must. I command it.”
( The dragon in his head hisses. For now, it retreats. )
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mayasaura · 8 months
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HANG ON. WAKE WAS SNEAKING AROUND INSIDE HARROW'S HEAD FOR NINE FUCKING MONTHS.
Throw another one into the mix permeating Harrow's soul lads. This little witch can fit so many subliminal influences into her
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zincbot · 7 months
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he's so fucking small what the hell
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panther-os · 7 months
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@flufftober day 14: "I hate it" - "No you don't"
"Trauma and Doom, after the war."
part of my series where Julia and jar jar fall for stone and Julia gives all the clones bardottan citizenship, ultimately fucking Palpatine over in a way I haven't figured out yet
you do not have to read the rest of the series to understand
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cloned-eyes · 2 months
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jenot
i'm hurting myself here
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tending-the-hearth · 1 year
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thinking about rex and echo finding cody, and the three of them reuniting and hugging, but in the back of each of their minds is The Picture, and they can’t help but know that one person is missing, one spot can’t be filled, their little quartet won’t ever be the same again.
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t-dubber · 7 months
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This is a reminder to check in on your ex-templars… they’re probably not doing well.
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autumnhobbit · 1 year
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‘girlhood, purity, and religious trauma’ pls stop we all know you went to a couple vacation bible school’s and maybe Christmas and Easter twice at your grandmas baptist church
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thefloatingstone · 1 year
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I forgot the Very first one on one conversation they have is Shepard yelling at Garrus not to... you know... shoot people just because he wants to.
And then my friend reminded me that literally a couple of hours before this he was shooting at a hostage slkjskjdfhsdkj
Imagine getting recruited to a brand new ship and the first thing you do is piss off your new commander so much she scolds you like a 12 year old.
Phenomenal job, Vakarian.
Greatest romance in video games.
These are getting more and more OOC as I go sdkashsdfh I'll rein it in to be less so when I do more but I figured it's ok if it's funny. (also I forgot how 🥺 baby he is in the first game)
Wrex is perfectly in character tho.
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