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tired-but-willing · 2 years

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So are you taking requests for first?

Could you do one for Star Wars TCW where Anakin and Rex end up on a deserted planet and either A) Rex is kidnapped by a vampire and Anakin has to save him or B) a sort of Fountain of Youth thing where they're both de-aged by ten years but that means Anakin is a kid and Rex is a baby?

Just one or the other. You can do whatever you want with the prompts.

Of course! I don't know if you want platonic or romantic Rex and Anakin, so I just played it safe and wrote with platonic in mind. You can interpret it however you want, though

The more I started writing, the more I was tempted to make full blown chapters. It almost feels a little anticlimactic in the way I wrapped it up. But either way, I hope I managed to do your prompt justice :]

Content Warnings

- Medical abuse

- Excessive cursing

- Needles

It was a simple mission.

That was what they always started off as, in Rex’s experience. Technically, he hadn’t been around long at all. But each of his generals' plans went awry so often that he felt like he had enough experience to say they almost always went poorly to begin with. Skywalker would say something along the lines of piece of cake, and everything would almost instantly go to shit. Just like it was now.

Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex had embarked on a simple mission to run supplies to General Kenobi’s assault on the Ryloth system. With the rations dropped off and the general confirmed to be okay, the three turned back and prepared to return to Coruscant. That was when their ship was surrounded by some sort of strange… creature. Large whale-like things that swarmed them in seconds, knocking The Twilight around like it was merely a child's toy. Ahsoka was quick to leap from her seat. She was even quicker to fall to the ground when one of the creatures jostled the ship. Rex wasn’t fast enough to catch her, too busy being thrown back himself. Both of them had neglected to buckle their seatbelts. A fatal mistake when flying with Skywalker, Rex thought ruefully.

“What are those things?” Ahsoka asked, her eyes comically wide. She got back to her feet, slipping into her chair and dutifully fastening her seat belt around her waist. Rex was quick to copy her in his own chair behind Anakin. His hand was itching to grab for his blaster- not that it’d do any good when he was in the ship and they were outside of it.

He’d prefer to keep it that way.

“Doesn’t matter.” Anakin reached across the dash, his fingers brushing against the hyperdrive controls. He pushed forward. Once. Twice. His brows drew together in an expression of anger that Rex was far too familiar with. Judging by the way Ahsoka tensed, he knew she was feeling the same apprehension he was. “Kriff, I can’t break free.”

“With all due respect, General.” Rex leaned forward in his seat. “Maybe we ought to blast them instead.”

“I was getting to that.” Anakin jerked his head to Ahsoka, who nodded and gripped the controls to the ship's front canon. Her fingers squeezed the trigger. Instantly, Rex’s stomach dropped. The ship rocked again.

“Ahsoka.” Anakin’s voice began to rise.

“I’m trying!” Again and again, she tightened her grip on the controls. Outside the ship, something blotted out the window. Seconds later a massive eye opened, peering inside. Rex lurched backwards in his seat at the same time that Ahsoka shrieked. Anakin fired off a string of curses as the lights began to flicker.

“Rex!” He shouted. “Check the power circuits now.”

Barely a beat later Rex was already out of his seat and dashing from the cockpit. He was nearly knocked off his feet by another forceful rock of the ship. The lights above his head flickered on repeat before they shut off. The ship was suddenly too warm. “Kriff,” he muttered under his breath. He supported himself on the ship's wall while his legs continued to carry him swiftly. The ship rocked again as he passed through the engine room door, knocking him into the wall. “Shit.”

One look at the diagnostics, and he could tell things were going downhill fast. He activated his comm, rushing to get his words out. “Those things are eating at the fuel tank,” he said. “From the outside.”

Anakin's voice carried to him, distorted. “How is that possible? They’re-”

Interference broke out across the comm. Rex was so startled he dropped it, quick to catch it before it could hit the ground. The ship suddenly lurched forward like it was entering hyperspace. Rex lurched with it, thrown forward before he had a chance to brace himself. His head slammed into a wall, and the room went dark.

-+-+-| Rex |-+-+-

Fingers against his neck. A hand on his forehead. Whispers. Too hot. Too cold.

Rex groaned when he began to regain consciousness, sitting up slowly. That proved to be a mistake. The moment he moved, his head began to pound like a Coruscanti band hammering on their drums within his brain. Something pushed him back down. He was laying on a surface that wasn’t soft, but notably wasn’t the hard floor of the engine room. He’d been moved. He cracked his eyes open, met with two faces taking up his field of vision. With another groan, he allowed his eyes to slip shut again. If he was lucky, no one noticed he’d woken up.

“Rex!”

He was unlucky, then. Ahsoka’s voice caused a sharp pain to resonate throughout his head. She must’ve sensed it (who was he kidding, of course she had), because she immediately quieted down, repeating his name in a whisper. “Rex.”

“‘Soka.” After giving himself time to process that his pain wasn’t going to go away just because he was keeping his eyes closed, he fixed her and his general with a squint. “What happened?”

“You hit your head.” Ever so blunt, Anakin took over the conversation. “We had to land on an uncharted planet.”

“Land?” Ahsoka demanded incredulously. “You crashed.”

“I don’t crash, Snips.” He crossed his arms, appearing a bit smug. “The ship’s still flyable. We just need to find more fuel. Which is why Ahsoka and I will go out on a scouting mission- see if there’s anyone living around here.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” said Rex. “We just… crashed. What happened to those whales?”

“Gone.” Ahsoka shuddered. “And I hope it stays that way. Those things were creepy. They got into hyperspace. How is that possible?”

“Anything’s possible in a galaxy this big.” Anakin stood, giving Rex a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “Not to worry. We’ll be off this planet in no time. R2 will watch over you.”

That didn’t make Rex feel safe in the slightest, but he decided it was in his best interest to not insult the droid Skywalker seemed so fond of. “Of course,” he said. “Best of luck, General. Commander. Stay safe out there.”

“When are we not?” Anakin tossed him a toothy grin.

Rex wisely chose not to answer that question.

-+-+-| Ahsoka |-+-+-

They’d been walking for hours without any sign of civilization. Hours spent on what seemed to be a simple desert planet. Ahsoka could safely say she’d seen enough of those to last her a lifetime- between Tatooine and Geonosis, she felt no need to add another dustball to the list. There wasn’t a single building in sight. Not even a cave. Yet Anakin insisted they kept walking. He was determined to get off this planet. She was, too! She just wasn’t willing to die trying.

“Master,” she began, jogging to catch up with his long strides. “At this rate, we’re going to find the Twilight again- from the other side.”

“Just a little further,” he insisted. “There has to be someone out here. I can feel it.”

“What exactly are you feeling?” She wrinkled her nose. “There’s just sand everywhere.”

Anakin abruptly stopped walking and turned, causing her to crash face-first into his arm. He reached out to steady her. “You mean you can’t sense it?” He asked. When she shook her head, he frowned. “That’s impossible. The Force around this planet. It feels off.”

Her blood froze. There was no better way to describe the feeling. It felt as though her heart stopped, and she certainly wasn’t breathing. “Dark?”

“No. No, it’s- it’s something else.” His frown deepened. He was looking back in the direction of the Twilight. “It feels stale.”

She laughed off her nervousness. “I don’t think the Force can expire, Master.” She said, “Maybe we should get back to the ship now. I’m sure Rex is a bit worried by this point.”

“Back to the ship,” he echoed. She could see a spark of clarity in his vision. “Right. We’ll go back to the ship. Then, we can check on Rex.” He brushed past her and left Ahsoka standing there, staring at him in disbelief. With a sigh, she trudged after him. “Must be an echo on this blasted rock,” she grumbled.

The Force must have been on their side. The walk back to the ship felt much shorter than the walk away from it. It seemed as though they were back in minutes when it should have taken hours. Instantly, her spine prickled with something she hadn’t felt since… Mortis. Yet, the feeling wasn’t the exact same. Anakin was right. The Force around the planet was stale. How she hadn’t noticed it sooner, she had no idea, but she did know there was no good reason for the horrible feeling to be surrounding the Twilight. Her hands drifted towards her lightsabers, Anakin mimicking her action and going a step further, igniting his blade.

“Rex?” He called, beginning his slow walk up the ramp. He held his hand out to stop Ahsoka in her tracks, peering down the dark hall of the ship. Nothing. No reply. Ahsoka reasoned that Rex could just be sleeping. But somehow, she didn’t believe that. Everything was starting to feel wrong.

“Master,” she whispered. Anakin didn’t reply verbally, but she felt his acknowledgment ripple across their bond. Together, the two inched further into the ship. Anakin leapt into the medbay, and Ahsoka was hoping the worst that he would discover was a startled Rex. But of course, the Force changed allegiances very quickly, because Rex wasn’t there at all. A quick sweep of the ship showed he wasn’t anywhere.

“That’s impossible,” Anakin said once they were back in the cockpit. “We didn’t find anything. No trace, nothing. The planet’s abandoned.”

“We only traveled in one direction,” Ahsoka pointed out. “We could have missed something. Are the ship's scanners still online?”

Anakin fumbled for a moment to find the controls she was talking about. Soon, the scanner lit up, bright green radar reaching out for any heat signatures. Ahsoka couldn’t help but hold her breath while she watched it. Anakin stared intently as well. As much as Rex’s disappearance ate at her, she knew it grated on him even worse. He gave the order for Rex to stay along with only R2 for protection. She couldn’t help but exhale in relief when a red dot appeared on the radar. “There,” she breathed. “North.”

Anakin’s eyes narrowed. She could feel something dangerous radiating from him that she didn’t dare to name. Ignorance was bliss, and right now, she needed something positive to hold onto. Her master turned on his heel and stalked to the cockpit doors. He stopped only long enough to instruct her.

“Try to contact Obi-wan,” he said. “Or anyone. Stay here. Report to me on comms if anything appears.”

“Shouldn’t we stay together?” She asked. “Splitting up got us into this mess in the first place.”

“Ahsoka.” Right away, she knew it was the wrong move to bring up what had just happened. “I know what I’m doing. Stay with the ship.” Then, he was gone. Ahsoka settled into the co-pilot's seat with a heavy sigh.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she muttered to herself.

-+-+-| Rex |-+-+-

Rex was beginning to form a nasty habit of falling unconscious in dangerous situations.

He woke up on a flat surface. When he tried to sit up and take in his surroundings, he realized he couldn’t move his arms or legs. They were tied down. He hadn’t just passed out. He’d been captured. Quickly, he turned his head from side to side, attempting to catch his bearings. He was in a room crafted entirely of stone. Tubes lined the walls, some filled with liquid, others empty. The most notable was one large enough to hold an adult male. An adult male human. That revelation filled him with unease. The tank was filled with a strange luminescent blue liquid. Rex couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” He was jolted out of his thoughts, scanning the room once more. Laughter filled his ears. “You can’t see me,” the voice said. “I am behind you, clone. I don’t believe you can twist your head that far.”

“Where are we?” Rex tried to keep his calm, but he couldn’t keep sharpness from rising into his voice. The person tsked. Abruptly, an arm reached around his head, fingers digging into his jaw whilst a hand seized his face.

“A lab, if you couldn’t tell. One could assume you’d be familiar with them.” His head was jerked from side to side. This thing was studying him. “I suppose not.”

“What do you want?” His voice came out slurred. It was hard to talk with your cheeks being pressed to your tongue. At last, the thing released him.

“The pursuit of science.” Finally, it made its way into his line of sight. The first thing Rex noted was that the thing holding him captive was quite… small. Maybe only five feet. Ahsoka would be taller than it. It wore a long set of robes that brushed the floor when it walked. It was humanoid, but looking at it filled him with a sense of dread. Whatever it was, it wasn’t truly human. Only a poor imitation. Something wearing another being's skin. He shuddered. It laughed.

“You see,” it said. “I’m quite interested in cloning myself. Not for the reasons your army is, though. I’m afraid I have no wars for you to fight, little soldier.” It took something off one of the room's many shelves. A syringe. Rex struggled to scoot away from it to no avail; his bonds were tight enough to keep him held down. It had no regard for his fear, continuing on its monologue while waving the syringe around like it was something harmless. “Are you aware that clones are an unending source of energy? You never run out, and you’re not real, so of course you won’t be missed.”

“I’m real.” His voice was raw. This thing talked about him the same way some citizens of the Republic did. It left a sour taste in his mouth to know that clones were regarded as subhuman everywhere; even on little dust balls so far out of the inner rim they were uncharted. “You’re insane.”

“I’m innovative.” The tip of the syringe tapped against his leg. “And when I figure out how to clone you again, I will live forever. You can’t begin to imagine the blessing you’ve given me. I simply need to-”

It never got to finish its sentence. A boom behind Rex sounded, loud enough that a few bottles fell off their shelves and shattered on the floor. A second sound followed, this time right behind him. It sounded like a metal door falling off its hinges and slamming against the ground. The scientist- the thing was dragged through the air, screaming once more before it was silenced. Then Anakin entered Rex’s field of vision again, undoing the bonds that held him down against the table.

“General Skywalker. I’m glad to see you.” He sat up, rubbing his wrists. He hadn’t been tied down for long, but already, his skin was raw. He winced in displeasure. It wasn’t important enough to waste bacta on, and he didn’t exactly have access to regular lotion.

“Rex.” Anakin offered him a hand, helping him up from the table. “Are you alright? Did anything happen?”

“No idea, sir.” He dropped his hands to his side, ignoring the itching in his wrists. Whatever metal had been used to bind him was awful. His ankles hurt too; though not nearly as badly. “I know as much as you do.”

“Not good.” Anakin shook his head. “We have to get you back to the ship. Ahsoka's contacting Obi-wan.”

“General Kenobi’s here?”

“He’s on his way.” Anakin grinned. “He’ll be able to help us out of this mess.”

“Glad to hear it, general.” Rex sighed, relief crashing over him. “I can’t wait to get off this planet.” Anakin laughed, and Rex couldn’t help but laugh as well, albeit a little strained. Skywalker turned to leave the room, and Rex moved to follow him. He made it one step before his world was pitching sideways.

Again.

-+-+-| Anakin |-+-+-

The med-bay on the Negotiator was far too bright for Anakin's tastes. He’d barely been in there for a few minutes after Rex’s exam, and already he felt a migraine coming on. He seated himself in a chair by the captain's bedside. Moments later, his padawan joined him.

“How’s he doing?” She asked tentatively. Anakin glanced up at her, surprised when he found guilt on her face. It was hidden well, but he could read her better than anyone else. They had a bond, after all. The Force flowing between them practically made them siblings in every way that mattered.

“He’ll be alright.” Anakin turned his attention back to Rex. Already, his face was less pale, regaining some of its color. He didn’t know what that doctor had given him, but the sight of his friend suffering made him want to bring the madman back just so he could kill it again.

Maybe madman wasn’t the right term. Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t human in any way. The moment it was dead, the wrongness that had been plaguing Anakin since he arrived on that planet disappeared.

“Right.” Awkwardly, Ahsoka crossed her arms. Anakin shut his eyes. Breathed in. Breathed out.

“Snips,” he said. “You know- I’m not mad at you for anything that you said.”

She perked up at that. “Really?” She asked. “Because I really- I didn’t mean to imply you got him kidnapped,” she said. “I just didn’t want to lose both of you.”

“I know.” He stood up, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But you have to let go of that fear for the sake of the mission.”

Some of the relief faded from Ahsoka’s face. For a moment, she seemed conflicted. The words like you did were heavy on her tongue. Yet, she didn’t say them. Instead she nodded, her smile returning.

“I’m just glad,” she began. “That everything turned out alright.”

He smiled back at her. "Me too, Snips," he said. "Me too."

#star wars #clone wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #rex #ahsoka tano #the twilight #vampire guy??#hes not confirmed to be one but its #very implied

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ew-selfish-art · 6 months

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Dp x Dc AU: Danny and Tim are twins- And Vlad is the first to figure this out in his attempts to get DavlCo a new investor.

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Tim was getting the creeps from this guy. It was as if the room got colder, the seconds got longer and the room's shadows moved to their own volition. He stared Tim down less like 'You punk kid' and more like 'You'll be mine' in a way that Tim didn't appreciate. At all.

The guy kept setting meetings up despite Tim's direct insistance that Wayne Enterprises would never touch DalvCo- not with a ten foot pole or for all the money in the world. Some how Tim's board of directors kept getting swindled by the guy and... therefore more meetings. More looks from this guy that made him want to crawl out of his skin.

Vlad asked him if he ever went by Timothy- Tim couldn't reply "that's not my name" fast enough. It apparently inspired the guy somehow. More meetings that Tim can't reject because of board members pop up.

It's been long determined that Jason doesn't get involved with Wayne Enterprises, but after the Uncle and a few other paid-actor solutions go up in flames- Tim decides to call up his older brother to act as a bodyguard and tell this guy to fuck off for the final time.

Jason apparently also gets the Heebee-jeebies from this asshole but his message is loud and clear to Vlad. There's a flash of green and then all of sudden it's just Tim and Jason in the room... Only Jason isn't acting like himself.

Putting it together- Tim reaches for his contingency F stash of Knock out gas and doses Jason. Vlad doesn't re-appear so Tim assumes that to mean that he'll be trapped in Jason's person until Jason wakes up.

Walking out of the meeting room with his bus of a brother over his shoulders- Tim quickly asks Tam to reach out to Vlad's Emergency contact. Surely there is someone in this man's company willing to explain what the fuck Vlad was trying to pull. Tim theoretically can keep Jason drugged asleep for a long time- surely that threat can get him somewhere.

The day drags on as Tim continues to keep Jason unconscious and eventually Tam lets him know that someone is here for Vlad. She says it with the addition of one of their codes- He mentally prepares himself for the worst and then... His doppleganger walks through the door? What the fuck?

Tim and Danny puzzle about one another for a little too long and Jason wakes up- Vlad pops out immediately. A shouting match between Danny and Vlad commences and...

"Man I knew our family had unresolved issues but seriously what the fuck has your clone dealing with?" Jason asks, as though he could watch this all day with pop corn.

"You made more clones?!" Danny screamed at Vlad who's only response is "Not this one! This one is actually polite!"

"Fuck you!" Tim and Danny reply in tandem.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #tim and danny are twins au #twins au #tim is co-ceo of wayne enterprises and has too much shit that he puts up with because his board doesn't respect him #danny shows up and wants to conceal being a ghost for as long as possible but fucking vlad already possessed some fuckin guy #vlads plan is to abduct and adopt tim #vlad sees the resemblance immediately but when he asks tim the name question tims answer basically confirms it to him lol #jason is collateral damage here and is willing to throw down because of it #jason immediately being like 'oh look its a version of you i havent traumatized yet. i should not fuck up this one.'#jason danny and tim bonding over hating vlad actually brings danny into the family fold #he still lives in amity but now he has unlimited pocket change and a family that acts suspiciously like they're hiding being vigilantes

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ninjautistic · 26 days

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YOOOO WE MIGHT BE GETTING HINTS ABOUT LLOYDS ELEMENTAL POWER..

#peoples headcanons of lloyd being the balance of good and evil MIGHT LITERALLY BE TRUE #“Can create life and also destroy it”#its kinda similar to the first Spinjitzu master...#HE'S EVEN A CONDUIT FOR A SOURCE DRAGON AND HES THE ONLY “MORTAL” WHO CAN HANDLE IT CONFIRMED IN S2 #hes so powerful no one can tell me otherwise LEAVE ME ALONE #“kai should've been the green ninja” MY ASS LLOYD IS WAY BETTER #ninjago #ninjago fandom #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon ninjago #ninjago lloyd garmadon

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stewykablooey · 1 year

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its like. roman being the only who was hit as a kid puts literally everything about him in perspective. in the way there’s something extra fucked up and extra broken about roman that isnt the romantic tragedy of kendall or the ‘daddys girl fights misogyny’ vindication of shiv. in the way of ‘there’s something wrong with you.’ in the way of his outsider status with his siblings, but Especially in his attachment to logan. if you’re getting singled out to be hit, who’s to say you’re not going to convolute that into thinking its because you’re extra special? that dad loves you in a special way that culminates into a special punishment? dad and i have a different bond because he’s struck me but has never struck you so it must be because what he feels for me is stronger

#roman was so annoying to me at first until argestes happened and i was like ‘oh. oh it all makes sense now’#like ive always assumed he was the only one who got hit but with the confirmation now its like. yeah.#succession #succession spoilers #roman roy #m

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...

#apologies for the low quality scribbles i simply couldn't be fucked!! <3<3<3 #and they're a lil funky.... i havent drawn em in a while....#but geez. man. oof. ough #the potential of the pining + Names ouagshashjafkanvfla #THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE #scribble salad #franklydear #welcome home #ever since finding out how they call each other by last names my brain has been Mush over that #the layers!!! the potential for development!!!#what would the transition to first-name-usage look like #i feel like they're gonna be on first name basis Before they actually refer to each other by their first names #and maybe frank will call him eddie first.... maybe....#leaving eddie to be the one maintaining a sort of 'professional' distance #but in the process making their interactions Way more intimate and emotionally Charged than they would've been otherwise #its about the suspense... about the 'am i allowed to know what your name feels like'....#the 'i want nothing more than to know what my name sounds like in your voice'#receiving your mail and waiting for the time he finally allows that little distance to be closed with one simple syllable #or delivering the mail and waiting for him to open both doors w/ hand & name #both an allowance and a confirmation and an answer and a promise wrapped up in one little word #Im Just Speculating & Rambling at this point #OUGH FRANKLYDEAR <3<3<3<3 #i cant wait to watch them really go Through the Horrors while falling in love #bc when nothing is real or certain what else can you cling to but each other #so abnormal about them....#wh has opened my eyes to the inherent romanticism & pain of mail carriers #they will always come to your door but they will also always leave #and the gifts they give you are always from someone Else #all you can hope for are those Moments where your fingers brush as they hand over letters #where the only true words between you are the ones hidden away in ink and belonging to neither of you

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badboysteve · 8 months

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Steve really looked at these severely traumatized kids regularly giving him shit, threatening to prosecute him, dragging him into danger left and right and said:

'Yeah! Yeah, give me six of my own. I want to do this for the rest of my life.'

And I think that's beautiful.

#steve harrington #the party #erica sinclair #Steve said he always wanted a large family #but before meeting dustin #that was probably kore of an abstract thought #because he'd never really spent much time with people younger than him #because that could have hurt his cool guy image #and then he meets these little shits #who are antagonistic #and traumatized #and don't listen to him for shit #it would have been so easy to turn that into a reality check for him #but instead it became confirmation that this really is what he wants #its how I know he's gonna be a good dad one day #the foundation is already there

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sawvhs · 9 months

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i wouldn’t have had my feeling hurt with no lawrence in saw x before now, but since amanda and hoffman are confirmed, i WILL be calling some executive and start crying on the phone if i don’t see mr. elwes

#saw x #saw x spoilers #saying hoffman confirmed even tho its not like legit legit. cuz like. he has to be #SHOW ME DR BOYFRIEND I NEED HIM BACK!!!!!!#logan only exists to me when mentioned by name so whatever but i need lawrence ok? i jst need him to be in this one #ITS A DOCTOR THEMED ONE CMOOONNN CMON..#click

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lunarin64art · 21 days

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That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔

#scott pilgrims precious little life #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #spto #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #lisa miller #scollace #kim pine #natalie adams #envy adams #don't rlly know if I like how this turned out but oh well;;;#hope its obvious that this is based on the song “Scott Pilgrim” which the creation the comics were inspired from #the lyrics always make me think of Wallace and Lisa's feelings for Scott every time I hear it #ofc you could also relate it to Kim especially since the singers voice kind of reminds me of her #but overall the lyrics fit these two much better since Scott never truly “saw them that way” despite how long they've liked him #and they always seem happier to see him compared to Kim #Im surprised tho that I havent yet seen anyone draw these two together now that their dialogue parallels have been acknowledged more lately #also tho I wish more people pointed out that they both got cucked by red heads LOL #and Kim and Envy actually do look really similar when scott first meets them #makes me wonder if Scott subconsciously went for Envy since she reminded him of Kim (which would be fitting given that you could argue that #Envy dated Scott because he reminded her of Todd. Since he and Scott are confirmed to be meant to be seen as similar to one another #so much so that even their first and last names rhyme #last thing I'll add tho is that while Wallace and Lisa are very similar even personality wise #the one big difference is that despite that whole conclusion on vol4 of Scott not cheating on Ramona with Lisa because he loves her #the writers apparently think it would be “organically correct” for him to have an affair with wallace LMAO #but I guess we shouldn't be surprised since Wallace and Ramona are both in the front of the official valentines art which is clearly #a deptiction of Scotts wet dream or smth (oh and you could also argue that Wallace and Lisa parallel on that art since they're both #shirtless with white socks.. which could be a reference to how lisa wears skimpy clothes for Scott and Wallace often only wears boxers #to like sexually frustrate Scott for fun or smth

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silverskye13 · 27 days

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random thought, but i had a vivid image of, if helsknight and welsknight ever saw each other without armor (or just helsknight out of his armor tbh), helsknight showing welsknight the scar tanguish gave him and saying "this was intended for you."

i don't know how in character that is, but tbh it's haunting me. maybe it's part of helsknight's revenge against welsknight or something, calling out his unknightly behavior and unhonorable conduct.

"You didn't answer my summons."

Helsknight froze. It was a quick, momentary startle, a short-circuit of normality. The moment he did it, every instinct told him to keep moving. That old command [Do something.] blared loud in the quiet surprise of his mind. So he moved his hand to pick up the brush on his table, and pretended to be unconcerned.

"I'm not a dog. You can't call me to heel," Helsknight said simply. He smirked and growled, "Though if you feel like losing some limbs, feel free to try."

Behind him, Wels shifted uncomfortably. Helsknight liked making Wels uncomfortable, he didn't handle it well. He was a creature used to comfort and ease. Inconvenience often galled him more than a sword to the throat. Different tactics for different battlefields, and this battlefield was a delicate one.

Helsknight was cleaning his arms and armor, which was one of several reasons why he hasn't leaped for a fight when Welsknight had called him to one. He was only in a tunic and breeches. It was luck he even had his boots on. He had offered to run errands with Tanguish, but Tanguish had said he was visiting his church and wanted to go on rooftops. So Helsknight stayed home, and he left his boots on. That was the other reason Helsknight hadn't answered the call: Tanguish wouldn't know where he was, and he knew Tanguish got paranoid about being left behind. Besides, Helsknight had chores he could do at home [like cleaning his arms and armor] so he stayed. Cleaning the chainmail was almost a formality. Hels was hot and dry, and he wore it often enough that the rings clattering together cleaned themselves. But sometimes he just liked putting an extra shine on things, so he took out his brush and oil and started brushing it down for any miniscule specks of rust or broken links he could find.

Wels, always keen on the times he wasn't wanted, decided now was the perfect time to show up in his living room. He stood awkwardly, waiting on Helsknight to make some aggressive movement. When none came, he cautiously stalked further into the tiny living space. His emotions were loud and uncomfortable without the distance between their respective worlds to dampen them, and they clung like smoke against Helsknight's skin. Caution at an unfamiliar space. Disgruntlement at being ignored.

[Guilt, like ash on a burn.]

"Is this... Yours?" Wels asked, glancing around.

"No, I'm just squatting in a random house. Sounded like a fun way to spend a Tuesday."

Helsknight felt the ant-bite sting of vicarious agitation and smirked. He was already getting on Wels's nerves.

[Good.]

"Couldn't build something nicer?" Wels snapped impatiently.

"I'm a fighter."

Helsknight found a place on his chainmail to brush down and got to work. The rough, grating twinge of the coarse bristles on chain made Wels wince. Helsknight always found the noise pleasant. Like scratching an itch.

"So?"

"I have better things to do than spend hours building the perfect house."

Wels scoffed and looked around the room with renewed disdain. "Where's your little devil?"

It took Helsknight a moment to place what he was asking. He sneered, a quiet bearing of teeth, and caught the flicker of red in the reflective shine of his chainmail. Wels looked pointedly away from him.

[Like ash on a burn.]

"Not feeling remorse... are we, crusader?" Helsknight asked, finding a new place to polish. The coin-drop clatter of chain, and the shrill scrape of bristles filled the silence like an accusation.

"Of course not," Wels sniffed disdainfully, still refusing to meet Helsknight's eye.

"Careful." Helsknight murmured, that red flash reflecting off his chainmail again, anger simmering. "Lying's a sin."

"Why would I feel remorse for protecting my home?"

"A crusade well fought I'm sure."

"It's not a crusade!" Wels snapped, his own anger a living thing raising hackles. "A crusader invades! A crusader fights a holy war just for the principle."

"Right. And you're fighting because--"

"Because I'm protecting Tango."

"-because it's for his own good?"

Wels didn't exactly wince, but he did still, as though he'd heard someone draw a blade from its scabbard. Helsknight might as well have unseated his sword. He had stopped scrubbing, all pretense of work falling. The need to pace, to circle, to corner, rose up in Helsknight like a waking beast.

"Interesting choice of words. Protecting." Helsknight said, his voice low, his hands still. "I was under the impression they were friends. Do you often protect Tango from the people he's begging you to spare?"

"That doesn't matter." Wels said so firmly it was almost convincing. Almost. "People are convinced they need an abusive relationship. That doesn't change the fact it's bad for them."

"So many interesting words today," Helsknight hissed. He stood like a dark tower rising, all embered fury slowly stoking. Wels didn't bother turning to face him. He could feel his intent like thunder. "Abuse. Brings to mind the image of power. I do have a question."

"I didn't come here for your stupid questions."

"No, you came here looking for a fight."

"I didn't."

"You really do need to tame that lying tongue."

"I didn't come here for a fight."

"Did it feel powerful?" Helsknight demanded, pacing a step, and loathing the tiny room for denying him the space to circle. "The voice. The command. How did it feel."

"Shut up."

"To have someone begging you not to hurt them," Helsknight continued relentlessly. "Not your stupid play fighting on your stupid little server. True, shaking, terror. Did it feel good, crusader? Just?"

"I told you to shut up!" Wels shouted, taking a threatening step forward only to find Helsknight had closed the space between them and stood looming like a rook on a tombstone.

Fear, a caged thing howling, battered against Helsknight's anger. It made Helsknight feel almost giddy, the crash of malicious schadenfreude and self-righteousness against Wels; a flickering thing of brittle will. They made a terrible ouroboros together, fear feeding anger feeding elation feeding fear. They were always like this. No matter how calm either of them tried to be, once anger kindled in one, their emotions burned until there was nothing left but fury and loathing. Helsknight had been made to cut Wels down to size.

"Do you know what that kind of fear does to people?" Helsknight demanded again, his voice so near a whisper it was smothering. They were so close together, but they made so little noise, all will and wide eyes. "What happened to mercy for the helpless, crusader?"

"He wasn't helpless," Welsknight said, trying very hard not to back down. "He stabbed me."

"And a drowning rat bites. I wouldn't call it an apex predator. Certainly I wouldn't call it a danger to you, with your full armor and sword." Helsknight bared his teeth at Wels, something like a bitter grin. "I wasn't wearing armor."

Wels looked down, where Helsknight had drawn up his tunic to reveal the new scar in his abdomen. Wels looked like he'd stopped breathing.

"This was intended for you," Helsknight said. "You should thank me."

"You're-- you're here telling me he's harmless," Wels laughed nervously. "But he almost killed you. You."

Something in Helsknight snapped, and in the moment it took him to reach for it with white knuckles and compose it again, he'd shoved Wels hard in the chest. It didn't knock his other half off his feet, but he stumbled back hard enough hit the opposite wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but certainly hard enough to warn.

"He did," Helsknight snarled, pacing forward slow steps. "That's what terror does to helpless people, crusader. It makes them bite. It makes them beg. It makes them clamor to live. You. Did. That. What did it feel like to abuse that kind of power Wels? To turn someone into a scared animal? To make someone so desperate they would almost kill a friend? Did you find your righteousness there crusader?"

Helsknight didn't know what he planned on doing. Violence was in his blood like a serpent, and he wanted it. And Wels knew he wanted it. There was the ring of drawn metal, and the silver-bright glint of an enchanted blade in a dark room. Helsknight's advance stopped at the top of Wels's sword, not close enough to hurt, but close enough to warn.

"Stop." Wels said. A command. A plea.

"I'm unarmed."

"That doesn't matter."

Helsknight smiled, and there was loathing and euphoria in it, and the wine-dark dread of Wels right on the other side of it. The knowledge of a line crossed, a battle he hadn't even realized he was fighting made forfeit.

"Fine." Helsknight said. "My blood's already been spilled once on your behalf. At least this time do it with your own sword, coward. I'll make it easy for you."

He took a step forward, and nudged the blade with a knuckle, resting the point against his scar. The metal was cold, even through his shirt, the enchantments alive and writhing so close to his skin.

"How cruel have you gotten while I wasn't there to keep you in check, crusader?"

There was a long breath of silence between them. Helsknight stood, precarious and predatory, daring Wels to kill him. And Wels stood there, and dared himself to as well. And the room was dark, lit only by red anger and blue dread, and the pale, languid flicker of enchanted steel. And neither of them breathed. And the universe watched.

A loud clatter sounded on the roof. Both knights looked up towards the ceiling, Wels in startlement, and Helsknight in resignation.

"And he stays my hand once again," Helsknight sighed.

"What--?" Wels didn't get his full question out before Helsknight moved. He knocked the sword aside and lunged forward to grab Wels's shirt. In a move that would've made Martyn proud, he dragged Wels forward into his knee, knocking the wind out of him. In the time it took Wels to collapse to the floor, Helsknight had taken his sword, and held the point beneath his other half's chin.

"Go home Wels," Helsknight said, "before I send you there the hard way."

Wels, breathless on the ground, let out half a strangled laugh. "Why don't you?"

"Because I was asked nicely not to go running off and killing you."

"Helsknight?" A loud knock sounded at the door. Tanguish's voice, a bright comfort even in spite of its concern, called to him. "Is everything okay? I thought I heard something fall."

Helsknight glared meaningfully down at Wels, who only hesitated long enough for Helsknight to draw back the sword before slipping back to his world. The moment he did, Helsknight felt his breath leave him, the great void of being left to his own thoughts and emotions. In the wake of everything that was Wels, he felt ridiculous.

[What in hels had he even been about to do? Die on someone's sword to prove a point? Idiot.]

"Helsknight? The door is locked."

"I'm coming," Helsknight called, pausing only long enough to hide Wels's sword beneath the couch, where Tanguish couldn't see it and inevitably worried about it. He checked his tunic to make sure he hadn't managed to actually stab himself [he hadn't] and went to let Tanguish inside.

#rns ficlets #helsknight #welsknight #tanguish (kinda)#this one feels very dense and dramatic #i feel like wels actively seeks out hels when he feels guilty / bad / self loathing #its like a compulsion: punishing yourself because you did wrong #even though its ultimately unproductive #also something something helsknight making some kind of point about how #instilling terror in something to confirm your bias that its dangerous #is more even than the terrified thing causing harm #case and point i scared you into drawing your sword on an unarmed man #i dont know im tired and that was a really badass phrase to just drop on me anon #*evil not even alskdjfjf im going to bed

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mishy-mashy · 26 days

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Theory: some High-Ends use the corpses of past OFA users

There aren't tons of High-Ends. They can't be mass-produced so easily, and there's only one that's blatantly female, literally named Woman and with a tall, defined figure

Maybe Woman's original identity is already confirmed, but... she's similar to Nana in build, isn't she?

It's hinted that All For One actually kept Nana's corpse. How, 20+ years later, could he give Tenko his grandmother's pristine hand? Is he just keeping their hands? Or their actual corpses?

Also, when looking at corpses to give multiple Quirks to, One For All users are the best for this. Having inherited One For All, their bodies had maintained multiple Quirks when they were alive, even if they couldn't use more than their natural Quirk and One For All's physical ability. And to their bodies, One For All doesn't count as just one Quirk; the natural one, and Yoichi, are already too much for a human. But Shinomori shows that it counts each previous user's Quirk, on top of Yoichi's and one's own natural one.

Their bodies adjusted to holding multiple Quirks, and when they were alive, they didn't become deformed or lose brain function. They were perfectly fine, and only had shortened lives—but that doesn't matter as corpses.

Nomus go brain dead when they have multiple Quirks. But the past users didn't, being completely fine, making them perfect for Nomu development.

High-Ends can think. They're all physically powerful, and One For All users make the best basis, even from leftover embers and physique. So why not use that great base to make the best outcome Nomus (High-Ends)?

#originally this was going to focus on how hood could be shinomori cuz a lot of things line up #like pants; avoiding the strongest couldve been tweaked to looking for the strongest; that afo didnt know his face so named “Hood”#for theming; Endeavor burning him and saying to rest (shinomori gets a cremation and can relax [OFA]; and so on #but nope Hood is confirmed to be a boxer from some ring #(and the fact endeavor says Hood is like him from the past or future.. and that shinomori wanted to grow his strength as much as possible)#(for the factor.. so technically he wanted to be the strongest......)#BUT NOPE HOOD IS NOT SHINOMORI #it would really make sense if he were though #man #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #nana shimura #woman #nomu #ofa #one for all #spoilers #hikage shinomori #yoichi shigaraki #afo #all for one #imagine afo is keeping their corpses and sets them loose on midoriya who just destroyed the last of the consciousnesses #darkkk #edit: its mentioned shinomori had an autopsy so we know his cause of death AND GARAKI WORKS IN THE MORGUE.#GARAKI WAS ALIVE BACK THEN YKNOW #GARAKI WAS ALIVE FOR ALL THE USERS. HE COULD HAVE PRESERVED THEIR CORPSES AND TURNED THEM TO NOMUS

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deus-and-the-machina · 3 months

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hythlodaeus be like "teehee I hope I can be of some use" *clean headshot* 😊

bitch they wanted you for the aether-centric governmental position I know you think your curmudgeony cunt husband is amazing but stop selling yourself short its a slippery slope to sacrificing yourself to make god smh

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #im glad ee3 confirmed hes downplaying his own abilities bc soooooo many people just take characters at their word in this game #im always curious as to how his esteem issues developed I dont think its as simple as 'society' bc hes pretty accomplished in the context o #said society they wanted him on the convocation! hes in charge of a whole bureau and that doesnt mean no one ever made him feel bad and we #know erichthonious got mocked though his situation is more actively extreme but the main example of something hyth cant do is transformatio #which is considered preposterous to do in front of others most of the time so it seems like it wouldn't matter too much. maybe its moreso #that he sees others as better and more deserving and is constantly comparing himself and seeing others be better at him in certain areas #started to develop those esteem issues #siren says #funny post which is a trap for my character musings anyways #hythlodaeus

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iridescentmirrorsgenshin · 2 months

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masterpost pt 4 of alhaitham being endeared by kaveh, the second-hand embarrassment is pungent

- alhaitham's story quest

congratulations! you managed to make it to the end of your own story quest before indirectly mentioning kaveh! the close up of his smile when doing so is horrendous

the fond expression whilst feigning annoyance, the contrast between this expression and the ruminative ones he dons during this quest needs to be studied, these pixels fascinate me - also this part of the quest serves as the divide between alhaitham's professional life and the personal, us being in his house, and kaveh being home... i wonder if this is trying to tell us something (and then the ending dialogue before alhaitham kicks the player out implicitly confirming that kaveh is one of alhaitham's priorities through framing...)

the Infamous expression, this is criminal, i've watched the transition of his expressions here and yeah this is not just because of the angle

he's so amused by their rapport it's sickening

kaveh asking (hesitantly) for the second time if alhaitham really is okay and alhaitham responding that he is fine, and diverts the conversation back to their goading rapport - alhaitham fulfils the initial comment that kaveh made to him upon alhaitham returning, that the painting apparently isn't actually straight. the care they have for each other is apparent although disguised through goading because they cannot be emotionally open with each other

he knows exactly what to say to wheedle kaveh and he's so proud of this fact (i want to compare this teasing rapport to that one instance in a parade of providence, where kaveh loses in drawing lots and alhaitham points out the conflict of interest due to kaveh having a streak of misfortune in his usual goading way, only for kaveh to express genuine dislike for this, which causes alhaitham to startle and back off due to realising the extent of kaveh's upset. it serves to highlight that these typical examples of them 'bickering' are mostly inconsequential, with kaveh initiating the goading or whole-heartedly reciprocating, yes these types of exchanges only serve to reinforce kaveh's image of alhaitham as someone who is critical of him so yeah that isnt good, but that exchange in a parade of providence as compared to this scene in alhaitham's story quest is that there a manageable level they are able to navigate without risking genuine hurt)

he only said that so kaveh would call him out for said furniture, he is petty and proud and endeared - that being said, we deserve a boring 'ugly' wood carving reveal. also am obsessed with the og chinese where instead of kaveh saying 'don't go off buying furniture without me' he states that alhaitham does not have 'permission' to do so without him (which then probably parallels the line in a parade of providence where kaveh asks where alhaitham was for dinner and instead of 'i wasn't aware i had to report my whereabouts to you' alhaitham says 'am i to report my whereabouts to you?', just these little nuances that the eng misses)

he's so... fond? of kaveh's antics? right in front of kaveh's face? and kaveh just... assumes that alhaitham is thinking 'terrible' thoughts about outing him as poor and homeless? it just goes to show that kaveh sees a completely different version of alhaitham than is actually true

#it just keeps getting worse #this is the last masterpost as of now #until 4.6 sumeru event #i'm so glad i have well over a month to prepare for seeing this guy on my screen again #and then a masterpost five will be on its way #alhaitham #kaveh #haikaveh #kavetham #also i talked so much about a parade of providence in this because it just explicitly confirms #that kaveh is one of alhaithams priorities #but kaveh cannot see this!!!#it's because he didn't see alhaitham's expression in the third pic #if he saw that all would be revealed

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