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workingforitallthetime · 10 months

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i was being lazy and kind of halfassed the last third of it when i was roughing out the adam/girl!rutger boys and girls can't be friends premise earlier, but fortunately the 2023 nhl draft suggested a much better ending, so here it is.

things start feeling a little... off with adam after the conversation about seamus. he’s quieter. he meets her eyes less, like he’s avoiding her without actually avoiding her. with the school year ending, everyone's around all the time, and rutger can't figure out if it's on purpose that adam's never alone with her any more.

she's determined to power through and make everything normal. adam leaves for worlds like next week. and maybe he’s never coming back, although rutger doesn’t want to think about that. but if he isn’t, they might as well make the most of it, right? (before rutger has to go back to mediocre hookups. she doesn't like to think about that either.)

adam is not picking up on her body language, which is strange since it seemed like he was kind of good at that. like, all rutger had to do was tilt her chin a little and five minutes later they’d be sneaking off together to the closest empty bedroom. but she finally has to, like, angle herself in close to him in the crowd at a party and press herself against his back and whisper into his ear let's fuck.

adam's back goes rigid. he tilts his head toward her just a little bit, not enough to look her in the eye, and says "i don't think that's what i want."

"okay, cool." rutger unsticks herself from adam's back and flounces away to the kitchen. she's not going to be embarrassed about this. she's not. friends with benefits is supposed be no strings attached, she reminds herself. she could have cut it off at any time. she can be cool about adam doing the same. she can be cool. she can prove that they can hook up, and stop hooking up, and still be friends.

so rutger's the coolest she can possibly be, and she determinedly treats adam just like nothing's changed. it still feels like something has. but maybe it's just her imagination. adam’s gone at worlds. he's busy. he doesn't have to answer her texts.

rutger swims in the lake and rides her moped with her teammates and tries to flirt with jacob at the big memorial day weekend trip to duker's, and there's still a giant hole in the center of everything. adam goes to the combine and he's all over every hockey account she follows on instagram and she doesn't know what he thinks of any of it.

she goes to the draft with her family, just like they planned it months ago. they pose for a photo, her and her sister and their parents and all the fantillis, and on the surface everything looks just like always. but adam hugs molly just the same as he hugs rutger.

that's when rutger realizes: she doesn't just miss adam texting her and competing with her and being the only other person in the world operating at rutger's level of all-in all-the-time no-bad-days. also she misses adam kissing her and touching her and taking care of her.

rutger gamely smiles her way through the pre-draft festivities and the draft and the fantilli draft party. as everyone filters out to keep the party going on broadway afterwards, she remembers she left her phone upstairs and tells them she'll catch up.

the main room of the penthouse is empty. rutger spots her phone by the window where she left it. instead of snatching it up and clattering back down the stairs, she sinks down to sit on the exposed brick windowsill, looking out at the lights of nashville. the colors go blurry as her eyes fill with tears.

well, whatever. she's been a good party girl all week and she deserves a minute to get teary all by herself in the penthouse suite, curled up by the window in her bright party dress and cowboy boots. she looks out past the river to the stadium as the neon bar lights pulse and cycle below her, and quietly admits to herself that this trip would have been much better if she was adam's girlfriend.

what a time to get a crush on adam, huh? now that they're not even friends anymore.

after a few minutes she carefully blots the tears out from under her bottom lashes with the tip of her pinky finger. she tightens her ponytail. she's gotta pull herself together to go join the party. she can do this.

the door to the penthouse opens. it's adam. of course it's adam. he stops on the other side of the pool table, looking puzzled, when he spots rutger. "everything okay?"

rutger's face crumples at the sight of him. "why are you mad at me?" she wails, abandoning all dignity. so much for being cool.

"hey," adam says, soothingly. he crosses the room and sits on the windowsill next to rutger and very gently puts an arm around her.

all that does is make rutger cry harder. here’s adam, finally touching her, letting her wrap her arms around around him and cry against his draft jersey, and none of it means anything. "why is everything so fucked up?" rutger sobs into his jersey. the edge of the cannon patch on adam's shoulder digs into her cheek.

“i'm not mad at you.” adam says, once rutger slows to a sniffle. “i just need some space." rutger's shoulders start to quiver again. "to get over it," adam adds hastily.

rutger takes a shuddery breath and sits up straight. "what have you got to get over?" she points an accusing finger at adam. "you're the one who didn't want..."

adam scoots back, palms up. "well, yeah, once i figured out you didn't like me like that."

"how don't i like you?" it doesn't make any sense. she likes adam in all the ways, every way it's possible to like someone. she chokes out the words between big gasping dramatic sobs. "we could have been everything."

rutger furiously swipes tears off her cheek. she's failing so hard at being cool. good thing adam's going to sign with columbus and disappear again and maybe she can just fall in a hole and die. she glares at him.

adam looks confused. "is that what you want?" he takes her team-damped hand and laces their fingers together. "everything?"

"of course i do," rutger says, very small, trying to not start crying again.

"me too." adam takes her tearstained face between his hands and kisses her.

#i love an overdramatic tearful girl!rutger #boys and girls can't be friends verse #take two #campfire story

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whimsicalcotton · 17 days

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5, 14, 24, 43, 58, 72, and 79 for the fanfiction writing asks!! Don't feel pressured to answer all of them if you don't want to, I'm just curious ;D

5: How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

too many lol. most notably/ones i would actually consider finishing; some modern AU catradoras and an in-canon catra/entrapta friendship fic. i also wrote like 8k of a sequel to my kyoko/mami/homura angst nonsense and then just Stalled on the last scene and never finished it. also one butterfly soup polycule fic, one bees schnees, and one bernpetrathea. (can you tell i love my polycules <3) there are probably a few heathers & dangan wips lying around too but god only knows lmao

14: What is your favorite location and position to write in?

alright i'm a weirdo who writes on my phone so a lot of the time when i'm writing i look like this (pardon the halfassed phone doodle)

but my actual favorite place/position is in my bed at 2am hunched over my laptop like a shrimp blasting music on my headphones. so pretty similar tbh dsfghsj

24: How do you choose whose POV to write in?

greatly depends. sometimes i just Know i want a scene to be from a certain character's perspective and the other povs just sort of fall into place around it, sometimes i have to sit down and argue w myself about whose pov should be where/during what/etc. when i'm debating it i try to think of it as ''whose perspective would be the most fun to see/write around these events" or "whose perspective would push things forward the best." (specifically the best, not the most) tbh it's never an easy process and i'm almost always second guessing myself a little

43: Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

yea one of my spop wips (the catrapta one) is something i've always wanted to write but i just. have not gotten around to actually finishing. it was v silly and basically just entrapta running an experiment on how many straight up cat behaviors catra actually displays. there was a laser pointer involved. even just thinking about it goddd i wish i'd finished it lolol

58: Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

okay currently it's kind of a tie between this one from polluted marrow:

"And Rachel, a being cut right from the mirror's edge, a creature composed of a thousand sharp, shattered angles, still manages to sound so gentle. A measured, meticulous sort of gentle, carefully arranged; each splintered edge worn down by hand and made soft to suit the needs of its wielder."

and this one from the aforementioned unfinished spiderlily daffodil sequel:

"They look at Homura like she's a ghost, like she's a dam liable to burst, like she's the world's most precious piece of glass already halfway to shattering on the floor."

72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

i've gotten a few comments recently complimenting my prose and even one calling it beautiful which is. shdgfsfhskjhfkjs 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 <3 <3 <3 weeping tears of joy. but also there's this which is admittedly one of my favorite comments i've ever gotten on anything ever and lives in my brain rent free 24/7

79: Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

don't be afraid to skip bits that are giving you trouble or leave little placeholders and come back to them later! too many times i have let myself get stuck on like one word or sentence because i want it to be Perfect before i move on but you Should move on. a lot of the time i find i have a better idea of what i want/what would make the most sense once i've let myself go further ahead

#thank u anon!! ^^#also thank u for reminding me of my kyomamihomus. might try and finish that soon #or at the very least reread it and go ''damn will that bitch ever update''#i also can't remember where i put that doodle initially but i am happy to use it again lolol #sorry it took me like two hours to answer this i kept having to get up n do shit partway thru typing #nova answers

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kalevalakryze · 9 months

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Take Me Back

For Bo-Katan Week Day 3: Bo-Katan & Satine Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Satine Kryze, Darth Maul, Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Mythosaur Warnings: a pretty halfassed fight scene, my own horrid dialogue, time travel ‘fix it’ that I had no idea how to end Notes: I hated everything else I wrote for today so I dug through my WIPS to find something else I could turn… and yeah, ending this was a LOT harder than I was expecting. I had no idea how to make them interact properly, and I think that’s pretty obvious, I am also still working on figuring out Satine’s character and how to portray her. Same with Maul, he just would not come to me at all. Second Note: I started overthinking this one, and deleted it, but with some revision I think I can like it. It's just one of those weeks, hating everything my brain is coming up with lmao Summary: "A family reunion," He drawled with a slow chuckle, shoulders shaking with the mirth in his voice. Bo-Katan looked to the figure that was Satine, letting all the pieces click in her head. Satine was about to die, but... something brought her here, to this moment. The Mythosaur signet on Bo-Katan's shoulder burned, through the metal and through the flight suit, as if it were branding its sigil into her skin from the outside. Word Count: 3758

Bo-Katan had been running after an Imperial when it happened, a stifling feeling of an increased electrical current, the smell of something burning, and then the floor was falling from under her feet. It took only a few seconds in this weird limbo she'd found herself in, though she had the feelings she'd been there for years. When she came out of the other side and the charge had dissipated, it was not to the sight of the collapsed Imperial corridor, but the old throne room in Sundari. Her shoulder hit the carpet first, beskar scraping against the floor and several voices calling out in confusion. The Niteowl skid for a few feet before her body came to a stop. Through aching muscles and joints, the redhead was able to push herself up in time to face down a dozen Shadow Collective's blasters, the sight of The Duchess Satine, clutching at her throat and struggling to take in deep breaths from where she'd been dropped, a startled looking Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the dar'jetti, Maul, holding the ignited Darksaber. "Maul," She growled from under her helmet, hands still pressed into the floor as her fingers flexed. Venom dripped thick from her tone, his orange yellow eyes studying her, before yellowed teeth pulled into a crooked smile. "A family reunion," He drawled with a slow chuckle, shoulders shaking with the mirth in his voice. Bo-Katan looked to the figure that was Satine, letting all the pieces click in her head. Satine was about to die, but... something brought her here, to this moment. The Mythosaur signet on Bo-Katan's shoulder burned, through the metal and through the flight suit, as if it were branding its sigil into her skin from the outside. "demagolka," She spat, reaching to smack the closest blaster to her face out of the way before rising to her feet, knees popping in protest as she focused her gaze on maul. She reached up to pull her helmet off, eyes narrowing into slits as she stared hard at the dar'jetti who took enough away, before she could realize what any of it meant to her.

She could feel several sets of eyes on her, and could even hear Rook’s voice amongst the others. The last time she’d seen all of them, she hadn’t even been twenty, now, she was pushing forty-four, and looked every bit of it too. The redhead inhaled slow through her nose. It was her anger that had spurred some of her worst decisions, and she’d needed to be quick and clean.

She also needed to find out what her purpose was here, but with the pulling feeling in her gut towards her ori’vod, she could put just enough pieces together.

Maul studied her with a sharp gaze, curiosity peaking as he took slow, deliberate steps closer. Her shoulders squared and her chin raised as she stared at him, keeping herself aware of the tip of the dark saber’s burning blade, and the dozen blasters readied on her form.

Bo-Katan kept herself level with him, a refusal to back down, she wouldn’t, couldn’t with so much on the line. “You wouldn’t turn down a challenge, would you?” Bo spoke at last, weight shifting between her feet. Murmurs broke out around them. The Shadow Collective followed Maul because he had won his challenge against Pre. Of course, Pre had the dark saber, and Maul had his dual bladed saber, whereas all she had were the weapons she’d taken on her person to hunt Imperials.

The smile that pulled onto his lips was dangerous, surely talking himself into a guaranteed win. And how great would it be, to make the Duchess Satine suffer, before killing her and making Kenobi suffer more? “It would be my pleasure to accept,” His words were slow and honeyed, like a Strill that scented a wounded animal.

He began circling, so Bo-Katan did the same, though she halted once she stood in front of Satine. Hopefully, Kenobi could whip something together to free himself and get to her, while she kept Maul occupied.

Maul moved like a bolt of lightning, the dark saber swinging towards her as if it was weightless. There was a brief moment where raw fuel dumped from her jetpack before her thrusters engaged and she was shooting into the air, avoiding the edge of the blade and raining fire where she was as the dumped fuel ignited.

She landed behind him, managing to turn and jam her elbow into the small of his back before he could swing around to meet her. The shove of the force was enough to knock her back, knee pads scraping and sparking against the metal floor as she slid once more. The momentum of her slide gave her the ability to get her foot up behind her when she’d halted, which gave her the footing she needed to avoid the arc of the dark saber as it cut through the air from where she’d been standing.

In the corner of her eye, she caught Kenobi inching his way across the throne room, towards Satine, who was still struggling to catch her breath and trying to get moving herself, while being entirely focused on the fight in front of her.

Maul stopped pressing his attack, opting to resume the circling as he gazed at her like a puzzle he needed to figure out. “You know something,” His head tilted to the side, for a moment, she could feel his fear.

Ahsoka had taught her once how to close her mind off to a powerful Jetti, she just had to remember how to apply it, now that she was in a world where they were a threat once more. “I know a lot of things,” Her brow twitched as she tried to remember all of the stories Ahsoka had shared with her.

“I know about your master,” His footsteps paused and his lip twitched. “I know about your brother,” Grief and anger flared in his eyes tenfold. “I know about what’s coming, too,”

She knew the clones that she would bring to Mandalore would turn on the Jetti and her own people, knew that Maul had escaped Ahsoka after they’d apprehended him, and she knew that the galaxy would fall into ruin, that the planet she was standing on would be destroyed time and time again, and that she would somehow live to see its reformation.

“Then you know what must be done?”

“I know that this,” Her arm spread across the throne room, to the horned helmets of the shadow collective, and to the man helping her dead sister to her feet. “Is nothing. You can’t stop him,” A small frown tugged at her lips as she thought back to a conversation with Ahsoka. “You can’t stop what’s coming, as much as I can stop what happened,” But maybe that wasn’t true, she was standing here, where two decades prior, she’d been newly reformed and trying to do good, where she’d faced the death of her sister, and tried to make up for her parts.

“I can’t stop myself from leaving,” Her head turned to Satine, “Just like you can’t stop your mother from giving you away,” Maul’s breaths were coming in deep, each exhale a growl in the air. “But there is something I can stop, and that’s you.”

The force wrapped around her throat like an old friend. When her feet lifted off the floor, she did not kick to find the surface, though her hands did raise to meet the invisible power that was pressing in and restricting her breathing. Yellow-green eyes did not leave the red-rimmed yellow of the Sith’s, even as black spots began dancing in her vision.

Her fist squeezed the moment she heard commotion in the background and the ignition of a lightsaber. The grappling wire winded inside of her gauntlet shot out, causing Maul to drop her to the ground in order to deflect the speeding hook at the end.

She’d hit the ground hard, but it hadn’t been her first time falling, she was sure it wouldn’t be her last. Something metallic skidded across the ground, before she could think, her hand was wrapping around the hilt of a lightsaber, and the blue blade was springing to life in time to counter the reality altering darkness of Maul’s stolen saber.

Their eyes met over the spark of the blades. Hers, a vision of determination, his, a sick and twisted amusement of a man playing with his toys. Her grip shifted as she pressed forward, the dark saber sliding against the blue of Kenobi’s blade. Once she’d broken their standoff, she turned to catch his next swing low near her leg. The next shot glanced off her chest plate, searing through the paint, before swinging harmlessly to the side.

The tip of her borrowed blade cut through just the edge of his prosthetic leg, though the sound of hydraulics hissing as pressurized air escaped the mechanics was unmistakable. A smirk pulled onto strained lips at the twist of his face when his weight was forced to shift, leaving him unbalanced. “You can’t defeat me,” He snarled in a poisonous tone, teeth bared as he changed his grip along the rectangular hilt of the darksaber.

“I’m not supposed to,” Bo agreed as she stepped back, creating more distance between herself and the dar’jetti, while also putting her back to Satine, who had picked up the battle-scarred helmet she’d dropped on the floor just minutes prior. “That’s not why I was sent back,” She said without hesitancy. She would never be the one to kill Maul, even if the desire to spill his blood had still kept her awake most nights.

And maybe his future would change, without The Duchess Satine’s death on his hands, maybe all of theirs would, with Satine saved, without Obi-Wan having to face her death, without Bo-Katan trying to figure out how to stand on her own for the first time, to see a leader who wanted change without having to die for it.

The next time Maul pushed an offensive, his damaged leg scraping against the polished stone floor, Bo-Katan shoved herself back, out of his reach. Kenobi’s saber deactivated as she propelled herself between the two ghosts. “Grab on,” She snapped to them both, kicking off the ground to aid in the propulsion of three times the normal weight. They wouldn’t get far, but if her memory served her right, the Niteowls would be waiting outside to press an attack that would have come too late.

Glass shattered around them as they broke the barrier, red and yellow plasma being traded across the breaking battlefield. In her periphials, Bo-Katan could note herself, to some uncanny degree, who was staring down the trio through her rangefinder.

Bo’s head turned to the side, towards Satine as they shot through the air so no one would need to see her face. Her helmet was still tucked in Satine’s grasp, the paint pressing against her abdomen, hiding it from view of the Niteowls around them.

They landed heavily on one of the manufactured platforms, where Bo once again felt the harsh reality of what these jumps were doing to her aging knees. Her ass hit the durasteel hard once she released Obi-Wan and Satine, a hand immediately running through her hair as she took the moments reprieve to look at the world Mandalore used to be around her.

“It’s been so long,” Her voice was barely audible over the sounds of blaster fire and explosions detonating around them. Satine stood before her, weight shifting between her feet as she studied the helmet in her hands. The familiar smell of an electric charge singed her nostrils once more, and fearing their separation, Bo-Katan forced herself to her feet, reaching to grasp Satine’s arm with a mild hesitancy, partially afraid that this would be the moment she woke up. “Satine, I…” She had never thought about what to say to her Ori’vod if given the chance, because it would have been impossible.

“Bo,” Satine’s voice was gentle, despite the thick tension and anxiety strung in the simple single syllable. Bo-Katan hated how her name on Satine’s tongue made her want to drop.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Bo blurted, though her lips pulled in a smile where the nostalgia would only make sense for her, for Satine, these words were spoken mere hours ago, not decades. “But she’s also my ori’vod, and I’m sorry I took that from you,”

The acrid burning smell grew more potent as Satine reached out. Gentle hands caressed a rough face, which Bo-Katan readily leaned into. “I tried so hard… to be nothing like you, I tried so hard that I lost who I was,” Her nose crinkled, brows forming a knot as she turned her eyes downcast. “I think I figured it out now, I’m not you, and I’m not Pre… but I’m something,” A sorrowful smile as the feeling of the floor lifted.

This time, instead of meeting hard ground on the other side, Bo-Katan felt water on all sides, completely submerged. Holding her hand, however, was Satine Kryze, out of place with the Mand’alor’s helmet on her head, the light clicked on and shifting over their new terrain.

Air bubbles escaped Bo-Katan’s mouth as oxygen became a sought after necessity, though she found that no matter how hard she kicked her legs, she could not move.

“There are events that cannot be changed, but there can be allowances,” A deep voice boomed, reverberating more through her skull than the underwater cavern around her. Bo’s legs stopped kicking in the water as her headlamp illuminated the dark yellow and seaweed green of the Mythosaur’s giant iris, aimed right at the sisters. “There is much to learn, and much more to prepare for, this is all I can give you,”

This time, the electric charge manifested itself as a current in the water, one that singed and burned, but propelled the two women to the surface of the Living Waters. Bo hit the ground first, sopping body dragging mud up her side as she struggled for air once more. A weight smashed into her chest, emerging from the water shortly after herself. The lip of her own helmet smacked into her head, earning a sharp expletive from the sputtering redhead.

The Kryze sisters lay like that for some time, chests heaving through ragged breaths. Satine was small on her chest, smaller than Bo-Katan could ever remember her Ori’vod, though, she did do a lot of growing since her death.

“Satine?” Bo croaked out at last, urging the woman to sit up and remove the helmet with a quiet hiss. The helmet was passed over and forgotten as she caught sight of the understandably overwhelmed sight of her sister sitting across from her.

“What was that?” The first words out of Satine’s mouth had laughter barking past Bo-Katan’s lips, frame shaking as she hunched over herself.

“That’s it?” Bo questioned once the laughter died down, a smile still on her lips. She felt happier, at least, more so than she had even after earning the respect of their combined people, and reinstating Mandalore.

“There are many things to question, that just so happens to be the first of them all,” Satine huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. The confusion and anger was understandable, Satine was meant to die, all those years ago, and now here she was, three hours out of the Mandalorian prison cell, mere miles from its old location amongst the ruins, two decades later.

“That…” Bo paused, resting her elbow on her knee as she gazed into the water nearby. “That would be a Mythosaur, the Mythosaur? I’ve only seen the one down there…”

“Mythosaur,” Satine’s brows furrowed in a way similar to Bo-Katan’s, a knuckle forming between her brows as her nose scrunched up. “I thought the living waters were shallow?”

“The… well, the bombs really opened it up, there were caverns below,”

Bo-Katan was cut off immediately. “Bombs?”

Shifting in her place, Bo rose to her feet once more, despite the many protests from every part of her body that had been thrown around. “This isn’t the best place to talk about it… I... can I take you back to my place?”

With hesitance, Satine agreed to follow the strange version of Bo-Katan. “Just… put my helmet back on, ignore the comms… if anyone asks, you’re a foundling- Just until we figure this out,”

They only ran into The Armorer on their way to her home, and while the blacksmith was curious and hesitant, she did not question Bo-Katan’s statement on her new foundling, only nodding her head at the promises to explain later, before the pair was back on their way to the surface level homes.

Satine’s head moved around the landscape with something akin to awe, though, Bo-Katan wouldn’t be surprised if mortification was more of a leading emotion. “Where are we?”

“Mandalore’s been through a lot,” Bo-Katan returned with a somber look as they passed recently rebuilt city streets. New domes in much smaller sizes dotted the surface to protect the rebuilding cities from the warring storms outside.

They stepped inside of the small cabin that Bo-Katan called home to be instantly greeted by the sewer drake that Bo-Katan had grown to call her foundling. Akaan threw himself at Bo, who stumbled under the weight as she wrapped her arms around him. “Hey! Di’kut! Down!” She called, even though a smile pulled at her lips and laughter filled the small living space as a forked tongue swiped across her cheek.

When Akaan calmed, Bo-Katan lowered him to the ground, where he pranced and sniffed around the surprisingly calm stature of Satine. He didn’t seem on alert by her presence, but the lack of snacks and excited attention bored him enough to have him trotting back to the bedroom in the back. “That was Akaan… The rest of his species isn’t as friendly, but he’s harmless.”

There was an awkwardness between them as Bo-Katan’s helmet was once more removed from Satine’s head, where she could see the intent gaze of the woman searching for answers. “I’m going to grab a drink, do you need a drink? I have some Tihaar left over,” She turned quickly for the small corner that made up the kitchen, just a small propane burner and a bucket of water, with shelves full of different ingredients and items (mostly bacta, she kept it all over the place these days) strewn in no particular order. Two mostly clean glasses were poured as the redhead busied herself under Satine’s gaze.

“Bo,” Satine finally broke the nervous energy that was her little (older? Bigger?) sister. “What happened to Mandalore?” The pair finally sat at the rickety small table in the space, Bo pushing aside data pads and gear to clear away some room.

“I told you, I messed up,” Bo’s posture in her seat was defeated and open, her gaze refused to look away from the golden liquid in her glass. ”Mandalore fell, I led our people to ruin. Maul… he killed you, it’s what I just,” A pause and an empty hand gesture. “Stopped.” The glass was raised to her lips, though instead of drinking, she spoke against the cool material. “I asked the republic for help, to lay Siege on Mandalore and stop Maul… It worked for maybe an hour, then, the Republic fell…”

Finally, she drank, throwing back the burning liquid in one gulp. She still did not look at Satine, as she turned the glass in her hands and tried to avoid the urge to break it. “The Empire rose from the ashes of the Republic, Korkie was killed, I surrendered… I was betrayed, Mandalore was destroyed,” Her voice was thick with emotion as she tried to find the fastest way to sum everything up. “I went into isolation on Kalevala, a good friend dragged me out. Our home was bombed too… I accidentally joined a cult,” Both women feigned smiles at that. “Turns out they weren’t as bad as I thought… Turns out I wasn’t as bad as they thought,” Still a point up for discussion, in her view, but if they wanted to follow her after everything, she wouldn’t disappoint, not again.

“The dark saber was destroyed, Mandalore was reunited… There’s no more civil war, not between ourselves anymore… We’re still fighting back the Empire and what remains after their Battle Stations were destroyed, but... we’re thriving again?”

“Wow,” Satine blinked at the information given, her hand reaching out to rest on Bo-Katan’s knee (When did her leg start bouncing? She had no idea, though it stilled under her touch immediately). “There is surely much more detail than you are giving me now, though?”

Bo nodded her head as she reached to refill her glass. “There is… Though I… will need time to tell you the whole story.”

“We have that now, it seems,” Blue eyes looked around the small home, at the trinkets that Bo had only started to recently acquire from the foundlings and apprentices she’d given insight to. “I’m not sure what to say,”

“I know now how hard things were for you, for trying to keep Mandalore alive, and I’m sorry I made it harder. I’ll never understand the pacifistic ideals you wanted, because I am good at war, but… there was a lot I managed to learn from just the idea of you…” Bo set her glass on the table so she could rest her hand over top of Satine’s. “I can’t take back what I’ve done, and I can’t stand on the same points as you and say I can understand, but... Maybe with this chance I can show you,” What she would show Satine? That was a list she did not know. She would show her the Great Forge, the training arenas, the new galaxy as a whole. She would show her Din Djarin’s home on Nevarro, and the lives of Mandalorians all across the world, and she would show her that she was trying to keep growing from the Death Watch Terrorist she’d last known of her.

“I look forward to it,” Satine cut through the racing of her thoughts once more as her hand squeezed Bo’s. The redhead relaxed, partially, before realization dawned. “The Children of the Watch are going to be upset, I’m calling Ahsoka, and… probably Ursa,”

#bo katan kryze #satine kryze #the mandalorian #darth maul #obi-wan kenobi #he's clueless #and just kind of there #bo katan week #bkw 2023

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maschotch · 2 years

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the whole arc with Reid’s headaches was so funny to me bc like. my guy, you have chronic migraine. i have chronic migraine and reid checks every symptom as far as I can tell. I actually was excited at first that CM was including this storyline because !! like !! they actually showed how unbelievably disorienting and debilitating it is and as someone who has it to the point of disability I was so grateful for that!! but then OF COURSE they have to make it into something weird and have it be a “is he schizophrenic??” storyline and like. if it was real life and Reid was such a genius he’d be like “yeah like 11% of the population get migraine attacks, they often start in your twenties, this is actually very normal, I just need some fucking meds.” Instead it’s supposed to be this whole secretive, shameful thing that causes all this angst and like…why?? like whenever I think about it it’s like, actually yeah, a lot of research has shown that adverse childhood experiences can cause or worsen migraine attacks (like with many conditions) so like what are the chances that hotch never gets them (especially after getting blown up and having head/ear trauma??) or Emily or literally all of them lol (especially bc autism, adhd and mental illness are all frequently comorbid with migraines and they all have at least one of those lmfao). but like it’s just so funny to me because, I mean, I like Reid fine, but they’re always trying sooo hard to make him ~special~ and like. this is maybe the most boring thing about him lmfao like sorry babe I know you’re a genius and everything but this is actually so normal lmao

akchskhd like king ily but ur not special!!! people get migraines!!

its such a cheap way to add drama—especially when they dont follow up with it at all? we get a handful of eps in s6 that mention it and then nothing until we find out he met a geneticist who somehow fixed everything (????) god forbid they actually follow thru on anything or actually have any representation that isnt demonized or shamed in some way

its always a near miss with reid, which is so frustrating. he’s almost autistic, he’s almost gnc, he almost has chronic migraines, he’s almost bi… consistency has never been cm’s strong suit but with reid its fucking ridiculous how many halfassed storylines they try to give him

#its less annoying w hotch where they have a throwaway line implying some fucjed shit in his past that they never elaborate on #asks #char crit #n e ways thanks 4 sharing bc i didnt know this much ab migraines!!

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eddie-kaspbrat · 7 months

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does anybody wanna do a titanic mileven au w me 👉🏻👈🏻

here’s the prompt i wrote out but im open to plotting and changing it!

Titanic AU - April 10, 1912; Jane Hopper was royalty. At least that’s what her fiancé, Troy Walsh, had told her when he’d presented her with what was probably the most beautiful necklace Jane had ever seen. A blue diamond once worn by Louis XVI, now known as The Heart of the Ocean, lay around her neck, with a much smaller, still very expensive diamond on the ring around her finger. The gifts were stunning and her life was luxurious, and Jane couldn’t hate it more. The jewels signified shackles in Jane’s mind, chaining her to this boring and bigoted upper class lifestyle, and to her cruel fiancé that she’s only engaged to as a familial financial gain. She gets no say in her interests, her future, her life. Mike Wheeler is a third class orphan who won his ticket onto the Titanic through a very lucky game of poker, hardly a dime to his name that wasn’t even on the passenger list. They’re two people who are systemically destined to never cross paths, but on the first night of the Titanic’s maiden voyage, fate brought them together at the stern of the ship. Jane had been trying to escape her suffocating life and never-pleased Papa, planning on throwing herself into the waves and vanishing completely, when Mike found her and pulled her to safety once more. He’d been invited to dinner as a halfassed form of thanks from her fiancé, and Jane had spent the better part of the afternoon walking with him on the deck, thanking him personally. They’d gotten to know each other a bit better, talking about Mike’s art and Jane’s dreams, both becoming quickly enamored with one another before Jane was whisked away to prepare for dinner. She dresses beautifully, as always, but tonight, she puts on just a little more than just her dinner best. Shinier jewelry, slightly bolder makeup, an eye-catching gown with a neckline that pushes the boundaries on modest. She allows her fiancé and her father to walk before her, discussing their business merger coming with the marriage, falling far enough behind to lose them as they turned the corner towards the grand staircase leading into the dining rooms. After a few moments, she turned the corner too, where she was greeted with the sight of Mike Wheeler, her knight in tattered armor, as attractive as ever. He was waiting at the bottom of the staircase mimicking the movements of the gentlemen around him, seemingly practicing how to act around first class people, and wasn’t that just the cutest thing in the world? Jane wondered where he’d found the expensive looking suit he wore, but she made no complaints, as he looked /very/ good wearing it. Then again, he looked good in his shabby rags and worn shoes. He’d look good in anything, Jane thinks. She catches his eye as she approaches, a small smile on her face. “Pull this out of your rucksack, did you?” She teases. “Had it lying around?” ((Please don’t worry about matching the length! My starters are always longer than my actual replies. 18+ please! Obviously doesn’t have to be movie accurate, though I’d love to include references! No triggers on my end, pls lmk any of yours I should avoid!))

Interact with this post or message me if you’re interested!

#mileven rp #mileven roleplay #mileven #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #eleven byers #eleven x mike #jane hopper #stranger things rp #stranger things roleplay #titanic #titanic au

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Today is the day🙂( well in like an hour and 45 mins) i see they posted his birthday art and he’s so precious🥹 like he’s funny af too “ i don’t really care about birthdays but if you’re gunna bother me all day🙄 you can stay” bitch do you want the present or not😒 making up at sunrise to tell him he looks very nice in blue, like im making his outfit rn and i forgot he had his shoulders out!! Like its a body suit w the ARMS CUT OFF. He really said if imma have a rebrand im gunna be the sluttiest character here😭 clearly took insp. from kaeya to have his chest out like that🙄like i want to kiss the lil electro mark on the back of his neck. About to shower this little bastard is so much love and affection😈 going to suck his dick bc side by side his blue outfit does look nicer; i saw a thing saying he probably doesn’t need to breathe so he just makes moaning noise for fun😭😭 the thought of him being a slut bc “this is fun” is HILARIOUS since he’s just along for the ride so we can go to the most secluded spot in mondstat-bc i would celebrate my birthday there first for sure- and and ride him until he’s crying😊 just whispering how proud i am of him and how pretty he is. Now then for ANNOYING SCARAMOUCHE i would sleep in too much effort bc he’s gunna wake me up ANYWAY like as soon as his eyes crack open he is planning how to be annoying for a full 24 hours bc tomorrow is a wrap. DEFINITELY they type to me like “it’s my birthday you’re not gunna let me do what i want🥺(😈)” when he keeps getting handsy all day. You’re out on a romantic date? His hand is stuffed in your pants and he literally could care less, its you who’s trying to make sure nobody notices. Strolls into inazuma like he owns the place🙄 just to fuck you in the shrine; me and him will be petty to that fox until we both die😤 def takes you to some hidden cave in sumuru w pretty plants and is like look at what i found; fails to mention they’re like sex pollen plants tho😒 so hes checking his watch as everything gets fuzzy and only then do you realize this place is very isolated🤨 nobody would hear you let alone be in this area. Fucks you like his life depends on it, he is using the day to be as sadistic as possible; probably tell you to ding happy birthday like you can talk😭 he has blankets and everything set up like i thought this was a picnic🤨the only thing he eating is you😔the type to get overstimulated easily but holds longer bc hes holding on by sheer willpower and to also make a huge mess. Like to him if he not light headed he’s not done. Fucking like 3 loads back i to you bc hes obsessed w watching you gush around him like he never does anything halfassed hes gunna make you scream every-time, biting you bc why thats how cats show affection and degrading you like hes doing any better “look at you making a mess and cant even help it”! And he only pulled out to not cum

scaramouche is so annoying T T like just say you want to spend time w us you loser! but he's so cute,,, so cute... I had a little party for him in my teapot keke

((two second side note... speaking of kaeya... did you see his new skin? when i heard about it i literally exploded like nothing from this game has made me happier than my meow meow getting the pampering he deserves! and the braid- the braid in his new skin im going to cry))

something in my brain shifted at the thought of kissing scaramouches electro mark... youre making me a scaramouche appreciator,, stop! smh his mark that probs hasnt been washed since it got put there LOL

O.M.G.... i never thought about him not making noises bc he doesnt breathe- yeah he's a slut through and through and i love it.. i love it T T my favorite puppet (raiden look the other way this is NOT about you.... not yet </333)

sharing a birthday with scaramouche is so cute bc i know he would do everything that you want to do and would prioritize your feelings over his because he's such a softie... what an angel. okay that's enough sweet scara im going back to crazy!scaramouche bc if you dont share a birthday w him then he would so take advantage of it like (aside from insecure scara who would hate his bday) he would so make you do everything that he desires since it is his day (and i wont fight him on it!!!!)

YOUUUU ARE FUCKING CRAZYYY IF YOURE GOING TO THE NARUKAMI SHRINE AND NOT FUCKING MISS YAE MIKOOOO- like howww could you pick scaras short ass over her?! hell no! (but fine since it is his birthday smh)

awww scaramouche fucking you everywhere (unlocked lol) in teyvat for your birthdays is so sweet ,, who knew he had a kind side? (i did)

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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ao3-saiki-updates · 2 years

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Unmovable Object and Her Unstoppable Force

Unmovable Object and Her Unstoppable Force by TheSeaAndTheMoon

Teruhashi Kokomi is a psychic, for better or worse, and all she wants to do is avoid attention and make it through high school without causing any suspicion to her powers.

Enter Saiki Kusuo, walking attention magnet and correctly proclaimed "perfect pretty boy", whose newly developed crush will turn her whole word upside down.

good grief.

(basically just a swap au, mini rewrites of some of the episodes if they took place in this au)

Words: 1525, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 斉木楠雄のΨ難 | Saiki Kusuo no Sai-nan | The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Teruhashi Kokomi, Saiki Kusuo, Yumehara Chiyo

Relationships: Saiki Kusuo/Teruhashi Kokomi, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: more characters will be added as the story goes on obvs lol, Power Swap, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Power Swap, saiki is the perfect pretty boy, and teruhashi is an all powerful psychic, saiki is a tsundere little bitch boy and we love him, in all honesty ik that there are alot of swap aus out there but i just uhhh, kinda made my own?, i made lists for this, i am a fucking nerd, look at me researching nature and nurture for a fucking fic, stfu mar, this is just gonna be a series of snippets from canon but rewritten to suit this universe, i put too much thought into this, if i could put half the amount of thought into my homework, id be a valedictorian, Comedy, the shipping isnt as large of a portion as it is usually in my works, but its still there cause this is me we're talking about, if the title sounds halfassed its cause it is, it be like that sometimes tho and thats okay

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27057481

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 SaiTeru #♥#SaiTeru #Saiki K #⚤#R:T #A:Sea #October 2020

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aussiecollar · 1 month

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tthis is such a halfassed screenshot but the black suit ummmmm....

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spinningbuster98 · 2 months

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Ratchet & Clank Part 7: In space no one can hear you scream bloody murder

(The first half of the video has no audio because my pc was being obnoxious, playing the audio from my perspective but not letting the program record it and I realized it too late. Sorry for that)

Oh boy here we reach Gemlik Base!

It’s long, it’s tough, it’s pretty damn unforgiving

Don’t take this as a negative though, I actually quite like this place, especially due to its atmosphere, what with it taking place mostly in space and that music

My only issue with it is that near the end it forces you to fight a huge room full of enemies. If you remember I said that this game’s weapons and controls are just not all that suited for direct engagement and this is one moment where I feel the game forgot about this. It feels like something straight out of Going Commando and beyond but without the key mechanics to make it not awkward to manage, especially with the camera not really focusing on the enemies

This is also where Ratchet completes his “character arc”....if you can call it that

Ok so it’s pretty obvious that the game wants to present Ratchet’s story as that of someone who initially only really cares about his own selfish interests, only to eventually be swayed into becoming a full blown hero thanks to Clank, who acts as a sort of moral compass to him. On paper this is good

In practice it’s very halfassed for a number of reasons

The first one being that, like Ratchet said in a previous video, we don’t know him. The game tells us absolutely nothing about him as a person or what he usually does on Planet Veldin, the most we know is that he’s a mechanic and he presumably wanted to explore the galaxy in search of cool stuff to see which is why he was trying to build a spaceship at the beginning. This helps to explain his initial behavior throughout the first act, where he’s essentially a pretty easy going dude who’s mostly just following Clank along for the ride, but is easily distracted by stuff like wanting to participate in hoverboard races or being made into an official hero by Captain Qwark

Then Clank almost has them both killed when he walks into Qwark’s trap and from then until now Ratchet pretty much switches to a completely different character. He’s super spiteful towards Clank, keeps saying the meanest shit to him and suddenly becomes obsessed with getting revenge against Captain Qwark to the point that he flat out states multiple times that he doesn’t care if Drek keeps destroying planets so long as he gets to Qwark. Not only is this a complete 180 from what he was at the beginning it’s also pretty damn unwarrented

I can get being initially pissy at Clank for his naivete, but Ratchet literally holds this grudge until the last act of the game, even though the game makes it pretty clear that Clank is just naive, mostly due to the fact that he was only recently built and doesn’t have much experience with the world. This doesn’t feel like Ratchet having a volatile attitude, this makes it look like he’s a childish prick who flies off the handle for the flimsiest of reasons

And while him being mad at Qwark for double crossing him makes sense the dude gets obsessed to such a forced degree! I almost expect him to bust out a giant sword while screaming his name to the clouds, you’d think he’d killed his parents with how mad Rathet is at him, while Qwark is just some guy who happens to be a famous superhero who turned out to be a conman.

And after all of this now Ratchet suddenly flips the switch again. After he sees Drek’s newest plan for destroying a planet he suddenly starts having second thoughts about this and after finally dealing with Qwark he goes “yeah I’ve been a jackass, let’s go save the galaxy!”, which makes no sense because EVERY planet in this game has been attacked by Drek in some way, yet Ratchet never cared, not even at the start before he got all pissy, yet only now does he switch into responsible hero mode, without it even being some kind of gradual slow change brought about by Clank’s positive influence, hell Clank at some points even says “This is not you Ratchet!” when he acts like a dick and even goes “This is the Ratchet I know!”, which is stupid because they’ve known each other for very little time by this point and even at the start of the game Ratchet wasn’t that heroic to begin with!

I know that many fans hate how Ratchet has had his attitude mostly stripped away from him in later games from what little I know, making him blander. That’s not good, but this goes too far into the opposite extreme and feels far too much like flat out sloppy story telling to me. I’m also sure that’s how the devs must’ve felt back then because, from what I know, Ratchet’s personality was one of the game’s most criticized aspects back when it released, so much so that for the sequel they largely rewrote his personality to be way friendlier and even gave him a new voice actor in order to further drive home the idea that this was a “new” Ratchet.

#youtube #ratchet & clank #my gameplay

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