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spiralingemptyness · 8 months

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Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

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steddieasitgoes · 8 months

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written for @eddiemonth Day 7 Prompt: Wayne

note: this one is in Wayne's POV and it's a little different than how I usually write, but it means the absolute world to me, so I hope you all enjoy it!

read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series

Wayne Munson remembers the exact moment he found out he was going to be an uncle.

It was a frigid January morning in Hawkins. The heater in the Munsons’ trailer had stopped working a week before, and Wayne had been too busy working days and taking night classes at the junior college in the next town over to fix it.

His mama had said she would call Al to come help, but Wayne knew the odds of him stopping by were slim to numb. He had better things to do than check in on his mother and younger brother. Things like keeping the Hawkins police department busy with his petty crime schemes and treating his latest girlfriend with little to no respect. A packed schedule in Al’s eyes.

So, when Wayne stepped out of the trailer that January morning, bundled in his worn winter coat, he nearly tripped and fell on his ass when he spotted Al on the hood of his car, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

“Evelyn is pregnant,” Al said between puffs of smoke. “She’s keeping it. M’gonna be a pa.”

A range of emotions washed over Wayne at that moment. Anxiety for Al and Evelyn and their unborn child. Al wasn’t exactly father material, and it’s not like they had a dad to learn from. Happiness for their family and the joy a new baby would bring the Munson’s. Worry, mainly for Evelyn and the baby, but also for Al and how something like this was going to affect the small gains he’d made that year.

But mostly, and Wayne would never tell anyone this, he felt jealous.

Wayne was the one who babysat the neighbor kids when they were younger to make a quick buck while Al schemed. Wayne was the one who always waved to babies in the grocery store line. The one who always snuck his coworkers’ kids candy at the annual Fourth of July BBQs. And remembered to send well wishes home on their birthdays.

Wayne was the one who loved kids. Who wanted kids. But would never, ever get to have kids for reasons he was too ashamed to admit most days.

Unlike Al, who would have let the jealousy fester into something nasty, Wayne choked it all down and gave in to the happier emotions. Promising to be there for Al and Evelyn and his new nephew.

A promise he kept for all nine months of Evelyn’s pregnancy (going on midnight craving runs when Evelyn moved into the Munson trailer after getting kicked out of her own house and then nervously pacing the maternity ward on Halloween night when she finally went into active labor after three false alarms). He kept his promise for the entire first year of Eddie’s life. Helping with feedings and changings. And anything else he could do.

Wayne was the one to drive Evelyn and Eddie to the hospital the first time he caught a cold and wouldn’t stop coughing. He was there the first time Evelyn fed him mushy baby food that Eddie ended up spitting up all over the place. He saw Eddie roll over for the first time and crawl. He was even there for Eddie’s first nonsensical word — a bastard version of “mama” that sent Evelyn into hysterics and had Al rolling his eyes.

Wayne was ready to be there for all of Eddie’s first, but then fate reared its ugly, no-good, wicked head, and suddenly, Wayne was being shipped off to boot camp to fight in a war he spent the last three years protesting against.

But his birthday was called, and Wayne had no choice but to suit up and fight.

Well, no, that’s not true.

There was one way to get out of the draft.

But the thought of admitting to having homosexual tendencies was more terrifying than dying overseas. So, he kept his mouth shut and went and did his time.

Five years to be exact.

Five grueling, traumatic, waste of his youth years.

Most importantly, five years without his nephew.

Eddie was six, almost seven years old, when Wayne finally made it back home to Hawkins. Unruly curls, just like Wayne once had before the military got involved. Big brown eyes that, despite only being 7, he knew how to use to get him out of trouble. And a brilliant, imaginative mind that captivated Wayne the moment he scooped Eddie into his arms after coming home and Eddie asked, “Ma, who is this bald guy? And why is he trying to squeeze the poop out of me?”

Wayne knew he’d never get those five years back, but he promised himself to try and make up for them every chance he got. And so “Waynesdays” was born.

Every third Wednesday of the month, Wayne would spend with Eddie. Sometimes, he’d show up at Evelyn and Al’s trailer early in the morning to pick Eddie up before he went off to school. With Evelyn’s permission, Eddie would ditch and they’d spend the day uncle-nephew bonding. Other times, Wayne would be waiting outside the gates of Eddie’s school, ready to whisk him away as soon as the dismissal bell rang.

(“Uncle Wayne, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie would shout, running into Wayne’s arm with enough force to send them toppling into the grass. The falls weren’t great for Wayne’s war-torn body, but he never complained. Nothing a frozen bag of peas and a cigarette couldn’t fix the next morning.)

Whatever the case, the third Wednesday of every month was dedicated to them.

The first few years, it was simple things. Wayne would take Eddie out for ice cream before stopping at the library. They’d spend hours walking up and down the aisles. Wayne telling Eddie stories that rivaled the books on the shelves. They’d go antiquating — a hobby Wayne inherited from his own mother that Eddie seemingly inherited when he took an interest in Garfield merchandise.

(“He’s just so fat, Uncle Wayne!” Eddie laughed, squeezing the plush belly of a Garfield stuffed animal. “I want to be fat like him one day! Don’t you?”)

As Eddie got older, their adventures stretched beyond the Hawkins city limits. Wayne took him to Indianapolis at least twice a year. Introduced him to music. Took him to see movies at the fancy cineplex in the city that sold a tub of popcorn bigger than Eddie’s head. He even promised to take Eddie to the colorful bar they always passed as soon as he turned 21.

(“But that’s such a long time away,” Eddie had whined, grubby fingers pressed into the glass of the window as he peered inside. “Are you sure I can’t go in there now? They have an arcade machine! Those are for kids!”)

In the summers, Waynesday because Waynesweek.

When Eddie was younger, they spent the week camping. Two sleeping bags side by side in a tent. They’d trade imaginative stories around a campfire and roast marshmallows until they were burnt to a crisp. The trips were hard on Wayne at first — bringing back memories of the war. But seeing Eddie smile and roll around in mud without a care in the world was worth every sleepless night.

(“If I catch the frog, can I bring it home?” he shouted one summer, arms already elbow-deep in the swampy puddle. “I promise to take care of it!”

“M’sure you would, boy,” Wayne said, cigarette between his lips. “But your ma would kill me if I let ya bring a frog into r’home. You know she’s afraid of ‘em.”)

Eventually, Eddie grew out of camping, and then their summer weeks were spent lounging in the trailer. They’d go days without leaving, living off of the groceries they stocked up on on the first day of Waynesweek. The couch always had a permanent butt dent after those weeks, but Wayne loved them all the same. Especially the ones that were spent hunched over board games and later hunched over scribbled-out notes and too many-sided die as Eddie explained some new, complex game to him.

(“Okay, Uncle Wayne, so now that you made it to the fortress wall, you have to roll this one,” he said, passing Wayne a hexagon-looking dice. “And then whatever you get, we multiply it by the number here, and then if it’s high enough, you get to come inside.”

“Now how come you can do multiplication in this game, but your ma says you got a bad grade on your last math test?” Wayne asked, brows raised as he rattled the die in his hands.

“‘Cause school math is boring!” Eddie said, rolling those big brown eyes of his. “There’s no dragons in Ms. Tabbot’s class. Just boring old numbers!”)

Waynesday was a tradition Wayne held so near and dear to his heart that even after Evelyn unexpectedly passed away, Al landed himself permanently behind and Eddie ended up moving into Wayne’s trailer, he still kept up.

Sure, things got a bit more complicated between them now that they saw each other every day, multiple times a day, with no breaks. They sure got on each other nerves a bit more.

(“Dammit, Eds,” Wayne cursed, tripping over a pair of Eddie’s boots thrown haphazardly in the middle of the hallway. “What’d I say about leavin’ these things lyin’ ‘round. They’ve got a home, put’m there.”

“Fine,” Eddie groaned, coming out of his bedroom to pick up the shoes. “But then stop leaving your half-drank coffee cups in the bathroom! Why are you even taking it in there?”)

And they fought, like most children do with the authority figures in their lives.

(“That’s the second time Hop has let you off with a warning,” Wayne tsked, stalking behind Eddie as they climbed up the few steps to the trailer. “Neither of us are gonna be too nice if it happens again.”

“You make it sound like I was stealing. I ditched one class. It’s no big deal.”

“Those grades of yours say otherwise.”

Eddie growled, rolling his eyes as he tore through the kitchen cabinets, looking for a snack. “This again? My grades are fine, Wayne. Okay. Stop worrying!”)

Sure, things were tough at times, but they also learned some important things about each, too. Things neither one of them thought they’d ever share in common with someone in Hawkins, Indiana.

(“Where ya going, boy?” Wayne asked one night a few years ago when he walked into the trailer to find Eddie shoving random things into a duffle bag. The same duffle bag that Wayne had carefully placed in the backseat of the truck all those years ago when he picked up Eddie for the final time.

“M’leaving,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. “And don’t even try to stop me, Wayne. Trust me, you’re not going to want me anymore.”

A million and one things ran through Wayne’s head in that moment. Had Hopper caught Eddie ditching school again? Had he got his hands on that letter from Al ,Wayne had been hiding in the junk drawer? Was Eddie in some kind of trouble? Bigger trouble than ditching school and smoking pot at the quarry?”

“Boy, what are you talkin’ about?” Wayne asked, stalking over to where Eddie was currently shoving tape after tape into the duffle bag. “M’always gonna want ya ‘round.”

Eddie scoffed and kept his eyes trained on the tapes. It was easy for Wayne to see that Eddie was barely holding it together. The tapes shook in his hands and his growing hair did little to shield his red-rimmed eyes.

“Eddie,” Wayne sighed, slowly lowering himself to the ground despite the protests of his body. “Come on, talk to me. Whatever it is, I’ll help you.”

“You—you can’t. Not with this,” Eddie said, violently shaking his head. And then, in a moment of bravery, Eddie lifted his head and looked Wayne square in the eyes and said, “I’m gay, Wayne. Okay? That’s why m’leaving. And don’t even—“

Wayne cut Eddie off before he could finish whatever insult or wrong assumption was sure to follow. He pulled Eddie into his arms, tucked the boy’s head into the crook of his neck and held him tight. The same way he did all those years ago when he had to be the one to tell the boy that his ma had passed. And Eddie cried. Then and now. Big, fat, hot tears that soaked Wayne’s shirt.

“Eds, boy, look at me,” Wayne said later when Eddie’s sobs had subsided into a steady stream of silent tears. “You ain’t going nowhere, okay? And you ain’t alone either. I know what you’re goin’ through. M’like you, too.”

“Y-you, you’re gay?”

“Yeah,” Wayne said after a painfully long moment. It was a truth he had never let himself think too much about. But now, sitting in the presence of his nephew, who was more like him than he originally thought. Well, now, Wayne thought it was time to accept that part of him. Especially if it would help his nephew. “Yeah, boy. M’gay.”)

So, yeah, living with Eddie full-time had its ups and downs. But no argument, even the ones that lasted days because they were both too stubborn to apologize, was going to stop them from celebrating Waynesday every third Wednesday of the month. Nor was Eddie’s newly minted twenty-year-old selfless heart that worried way too much about Wayne. But he can’t really fault the boy for that.

(“Wayne,” Eddie had sighed just last month. “We really don’t have to keep doing this. You should be able to rest on your one real day off of the month.”

“Nonsense boy,” Wayne said, shooing Eddie off with the back of his hand. “Only thing I want to do on my day off s’spend time with you. Unless you’re too busy for your old uncle now.”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. “You know I always have time for you.”

“Good.” Wayne smiled. “Then get that boney ass of yours over here and let’s watch that movie you picked up before I get charged another late fee.”)

Nothing had ever come in the way of their Waynesday tradition before, and Wayne sure as hell wasn’t going to let something break the tradition now.

“Hey, boy,” Wayne says, settling himself on the worn visitor chair in Eddie’s hospital room. “S’the 16th. Know what that means, right?” He pauses and waits for Eddie’s answer, which he knows isn’t coming. It’s been almost a month since he last heard Eddie speak, twenty days since he stumbled into Hawkins Memorial to find his nephew hooked up to machine after machine. But Wayne’s not giving up hope. Not even close. He’ll be sitting here ’til the cows come home.

“Yep,” he says eventually, patting Eddie’s IV-covered hand. “It’s Waynesday again. I’ll tell you what, time sure is gettin’ faster and m’getting older.”

The steady, rhythmic beats of the machines keeping Eddie alive echo off the walls of the too-white room. Wayne listens to them for a moment, a weird sort of peace washing over him. S’long as they’re beeping, my boy’s still here, he thinks.

Sighing, he reaches into the small backpack at his feet. The one he’s been carrying back and forth from the hospital when Eddie’s friends come to take the morning shift. He pulls out a blanket, shaking it out before draping it over his own body. And then he pulls out a worn paperback book.

“Now, I know it’s been a while since we had one of those readin’ days you loved so much, but I thought maybe we could bring’m back,” he says, carefully opening the pages of the book. His hand traces down the first page, past the sticky finger stain of Eddie’s youth. “You best be patient with me, Eds. Y’know these names always trip me up. But m’gonna give it my best, okay?”

Wayne pauses again, waiting for a response he knows he’s not going to get. And then he takes a deep breath and brings the book closer to his face. “In a hole in the ground there lives a h-hobbit.”

Eventually, the words start to blur together. Sentences turning into one long, giant word. And then, soon after, the letters start to blur too, until Wayne’s eyes are drooping and the book falls from his shaking hands into his awaiting lap.

It’s not long after that Wayne’s soft snores fall into a steady rhythm with the beeping of Eddie’s machine.

Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore.

And so it goes for several hours until—

Beep, beep, beepbeepbeepbeep.

Wayne shoots out of the chair, wobbly feet struggling to find their footing as he turns to the bed. Eddie’s lying there, like he always is, except this time, his big brown eyes stare back at him. Full of life and love and fear as he reaches a weak, shaky hand up to claw at the tube shoved down his throat.

He doesn’t remember calling for the nurse, but they rush into the room in an instant. Circling Eddie’s bed like an animal stalking its prey. Its minutes of chaos. Nurses running to fetch doctors. Machines beeping erratically. Alarms blaring. Orders being shouted left and right.

Someone is crying, Wayne thinks, as his ears cut through the cacophony of noise when he’s pushed into the hallway. Oh it’s me, he realizes as he reaches a hand up to his tearstained cheeks.

And then, just as quickly as it started, the chaos dies down and Wayne is let back into the room. Just Wayne and Eddie. Alone. Alive. Together.

He doesn’t wait a moment longer and wedges himself onto the small hospital bed next to Eddie, wrapping his arms around his frail nephew.

“D-d-did I miss it?” Eddie stutters out.

With a gruff laugh and a tearful glance at the watch on his wrist, Wayne turns to Eddie and smiles. “No, son, you made it just in time.” He twists his arm, showing Eddie the watch. The big hand points almost completely at the 12. The smaller hand settled perfectly over the 58th tick.

“Our streak continues,” Eddie whispers before his eyes flutter shut, and his body falls into its first machineless slumber in twenty days.

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Okay but that comment about Buggyvand Shanks just.... finding a baby in a treasure chest gave me the silliest, goofiest, saddest idea ever.

On the one hand - the fates align perfectly for that. It just comes full fucking circle with them finding a baby in a chest, so similar to Shanks being found.

But Uta.

If Shanks and Buggy find a baby in a chest together, it'll absolutely go full Oh Ours Now, but Shanks would have this overhanging terror. He failed one child already. With a story so like his daughter's Uta's, will this baby be cursed too? Is it him? Is he the curse? This thread of connection, is that going to be the nail in the coffin of this fate? Is it even alright for him to be happy, to have a child, when he's already failed one so thoroughly?

It would be agony. Therefore I propose two options.

1) Uta and Buggy finding one another very early on in their respective times. Buggy somehow through a series of incredibly unfortunate events winds up on Elgia. She takes one look at Uta, goes "well, I guess I HAVE always had a soft spot for redheads. And this one is only half so it's fine probably" and offers to take her away from there. She gets the story from the child later on, in tiny increments, and it has a big reveal when Uta happens to go to her after a horrific nightmare, just to find her throwing knives at a bounty poster of Shanks. There's panic and tears and questions and suddenly two girls find themselves holding one another and finding solace in someone hurt by the same man's best intentions.

Uta joins Buggy on the down low. When she hits an age where she can feasibly, safely perform, Buggy helps her find her footing, helps facilitate opportunities, and Uta is a star, a singer, and she's so successful and happy. ((And if Buggy had a recording of an interview when Uta first started out, when a reporter asked the split haired girl who her biggest supporters are, when Uta gives a blinding smile and says "I am who I am today thanks to my mom!", well... fuck off and mind your own business))

Marineford goes down, a traumatic experience for everyone. When Buggy got arrested, Uta took a leave of absence from the spotlight, went home, and Cabaji, Mohji, Ritchie, they all were there for her as best they could be. Alvida, too, to an extent, and Uta was surprised because while Alvida was her auntie, she hadn't expected the woman to be such an anchor for her. They get word of an execution, and the crew is docked at a small island for the week for supplies, planning, etc. Uta is in a bar with Alvida, both pouring over maps and eating, when there's a commotion. Someone is setting up a projector Denden, it's chaos, and suddenly Uta can't fucking breathe because that's her mom on the screen, bruised, exhausted, pale, and in colors she'd never be caught dead in, on a battlefield.

She watches the entire streamed events of the war.

She bites back a scream when she sees Luffy, she chokes when he calls Ace his brother. She can't look away, can't miss a single second of it, she isn't there why isn't she there but she's viewing it so if watching is all she can do, then she will do it.

She is knocked breathless when she sees her dad Shanks on screen. When she sees her mom and him fight, when she sees that look in his eye and when did he lose an entire arm?? But that little piece of her that never learned to let go, it uncoiled because if nothing else, if Shanksbwas there, her mom would be safe - traumatized, maybe, hurt without a doubt. But she would live. And Luffy would live. And that's all she could ask and pray for.

Shanks offers Buggy a lift home. Uta is torn between relief and bristling fury, but she decides to be grateful. Buggy agrees, if only because the enemy you know is safer than the one you don't. Uta can read the lies on her tongue as easily as breathing.

Buggy calls them that night.

Uta is in a daze, but Buggy asks her if she's alright if Shanks drops her off. "You don't have to see him," she tells the girl softly, voice hushed, "and he doesn't know. It's on your terms, baby, I just need to know where to tell Limejuice to dock."

Uta's speaking before she can think. "Come to us, mom. I'll be fine. I just need to see you."

And she. She is alright. Part of her aches for could-have-beens, for what-ifs, but therapy has helped, and she isn't that blind little girl anymore. She's strong. She's successful. She's human and hurt and that's alright. But more than anything, she is her mother's daughter and Nothing Will Stop Her. Nothing Would Dare.

The reunion is comical. Shanks is speechless and Uta just arches a brow at him before turning to Buggy, giving a mischievous grin, and loudly calling out, "Mama, I missed you!!"

Redhaired Shanks, Emperor of the Seas, The Man Who Stopped A War With His Arrival, faints flat on his deck. Uta doesn't bother stopping her cackle.

Things are... rocky. Buggy immediately gets fussed over by the medics in their little troupe, then set on a strict order to rest and recuperate. Alvida proceeds to threaten Shanks with further dismemberment if he upsets her sister or niece. Uta flits between helping around on ship, sitting with her mom, and Thinking.

She has some things to say, after all.

Things she goes to tell late one evening about three days after the meet up. Turns out Buggy had already beat her to tearing the redhead a new one the night they all met up and Uta unflinchingly met him face to face. He hears her out. Listens to her ramble and rant and rave. And at the end, he asks if he still had the right to offer her a hug. She barrels into him, and it's different, him having one arm, but he smells the same, squeezes the same, and he feels so safe, even years of heartbreak later. She asks him why.

And he explains.

They work on it, on their relationship. And in doing so, it opens an avenue for him to work on things with Buggy as well. It's new and hard and complicated but it's worth it. It's worth every ounce of effort and then some.

Then one day, on a rare date, Buggy and Shanks happen across this little treasure chest. It's exciting, the adventure fir Shanks, the rltreasure fir Buggy, and they're both so excited, they pop the hinge, flip it open and-

Two big florid eyes blink up at them, pink eyes framed by green lashes, bright emerals wisps of hair on a tiny little head. The baby hiccups softly, a tiny little fist escaping the bundle of blanket, and Buggy is furious. "Who the fuck leaves a BABY in a treasure chest in the fucking WOODS," she's screeching. Then she freezes, worried to scare the infant, but the baby just giggles, little arm waving, and Shanks is staring the child down like a man seeing a ghost. Buggy scoops the baby, pausing at the odd feeling. She moves the blanket, and a soft little oh leaves her mouth. He's missing an arm. He's... oh. That's why.

They bring the baby back to Karai Bari, debating what to do. Buggy is adamant they at least find him a place where his needs will be met. He's too tiny for a prosthetic, not yet, but she's seen too many people be dropped for less. He's innocent. He needs someone to be there and love him and raise him right.

Uta is taken by him, his infectious laugh and curious fingers. "Why not just keep him?"

Buggy and Shanks stare at her, the Seraphs looking up from their blocks, Croc and Hawk glancing up from their books/maps. Theyvstare, a sioent question. And Uta just smiles, shrugs. "I turned out alright. Besides, dad, with mom, Father and Papa around, you're not gonna do anything monumentally stupid this go around. I think I'd like another baby sibling. What do you guys think?"

She holds the baby put towards the little seraphs. Birdie hums softly, shuffling closer. "Brother," he asks softly. Uta nods. "... I am fine with this." He then proceeds to poke the bake's little cheek, earning a giggle and grasping little hand gripping his own. He even smiles.

Angel just hums softly before looking back to the adults. "I... want to keep him." Then he grabs a green crayon, a pink crayons, and goes back to work on his family portrait. "Ours now."

How can they say no to that?

So Shanks and Buggy get their baby, Uta has a family bigger than she ever dreamed of, Crocodile and Mihawk are along for the ride- everyone's happy.

Now baby just needs a name.

This is precious to me. Perfect. The bond between Buggy and Uta always makes me so emotional,, Buggy would be such a great mom to her and Uta finally finding a home after what happened with Shanks is,,, Perfect. But then they meet again and they start a little family with the new baby and,, This is just so well-built, imo. Perfection. Also, Buggy and Shanks getting back together romantically would be great because it's not like there's anything stopping them anymore and Uta keeps saying Buggy deserves better (kind of to tease her dad, but yeah) but she actually is extremely happy about it. Not to mention Crocodile and Mihawk there in the middle of all the drama makes everything better, tbh. That family is HUGE. And both Uta and the baby are extremely protected (not that Uta needs protection because she's a menace to society, but whatever). This is extremely sweet 😭 My girl Uta deserves a family like this and a happy ending.

#this is how film red should've gone tbh #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #uta one piece #shuggy #fem buggy #<- my beloved

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Make All Your Demons Be Gone pt. 6 [Sirius Black/Reader]

summary: When you first meet your brother's friends, you're not very impressed. You're especially not so keen on Sirius Black and the feeling seems mutual. But as time goes on, you start to realize there's more to the boy who seemed to only hate you because of the house were sorted into. Through heartbreak, loss, danger, and pain, you begin to realize that you need Sirius just as much as he needs you.

chapter word count: 4.8k

author's note: So, I haven't updated in two years...A lot of stuff happened like I started a new job, lost my motivation, had a whole bunch of personal problems. But, I finally found my way back, and I hope you're all still interested in this. If you like this, please let me know! It would make my day. 💖

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You supposed, if anyone desperately wanted to know the truth, that having Sirius as a houseguest for the rest of that summer wasn't entirely the worst thing that could happen to you. It seemed as if you had reached an unsteady truce after you caught Sirius in your father's study and you noticed a difference in your interactions.

You had insisted he was being all dramatic and brooding in the study, but Sirius swore he was only thinking over his family situation. You knew that you had truly lucked out with your parents and James, but you couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have a family you absolutely loathed. Sirius had his flaws and he was entirely too impulsive for your liking, but maybe James was right. Sirius might just be someone who might be worth knowing and you should stop fighting with him at every given opportunity.

You still teased each other and made fun, but it didn’t seem to have the same bite it used to just days before.

You got used to Sirius taking up space in your house and while you still found yourself irritated by him, you had to admit that it was a different kind of irritation than before. You wouldn't ever tell anyone, even Lily, but you had started feeling nearly fond of Sirius and his antics.

One day near the end of July, you found yourself bored, so you decided to write to your friends.

You started with a letter to Remus. You had yet to respond to his last note and you didn't want him to think you had forgotten about him. You confided in him that while your prank war with Sirius was never-ending, it didn't seem as mean-spirited as it had the previous year. It was almost like you were simply picking on each other. It was almost like you were something approaching friends.

Even though you trusted Remus, you only confessed to Lily that having Sirius there wasn't nearly as horrible as you imagined. You tried not to let your feelings on the matter shine through too much, so you made sure to tell her that he was usually off somewhere with James, exploring and laughing and conveniently far away from you.

She was quick to write you back, joking that maybe you and Sirius would become great friends, fulfilling James' dreams of having the two of you finally get along for once. What you didn't tell Lily was that you were sure James' dreams mostly involved her, but you weren't going to traumatize her with that bit of information.

You wished that you could write to Severus, but you didn't know how to feel about him anymore.

As the summer wore on, James and Sirius seemed a bit more secretive than usual. You weren't sure if you were being paranoid, since it seemed like the Daily Prophet was constantly showcasing the worst of the wizarding war that was brewing. Voldemort was gaining followers and it seemed as if you couldn't go anywhere without news of Death Eater attacks or people mysteriously disappearing following you.

By the time you were starting your fifth year at Hogwarts, you were beginning to get scared. You knew that Severus was on his way towards becoming a Death Eater, if he wasn't one already, but you were starting to realize that a lot of Slytherins were turning to that side as well. You weren't sure who to trust or what to say to others when you were in your dorm or common room, so you mostly kept to yourself.

You weren’t even sure if you could trust Regulus. Sirius had been vocal about the fact that his younger brother was all too content to simply fall in line with his family’s loyalties to the dark side. Was Regulus a Death Eater too? Were the only Slytherins you had come to call your friends now the enemy?

You convinced yourself that it was best to focus on your studies and protect yourself from the war. Over the summer, you had heard your parents speaking quietly in the study, pondering whether to keep you and your brother and Sirius from attending Hogwarts. They were more concerned about you being in Slytherin and the influence you would fall under. The fact that your parents were scared for your safety at a veritable fortress like Hogwarts told you that the situation was a lot more serious than you feared.

Despite your resolve to ignore Severus, you quite literally ran into him when you were trying to leave your dorm on the first day of classes.

"Oh," you breathed in surprise, having to stumble back a couple steps to avoid crashing into Severus.

"Y/N," Severus greeted with a nod of acknowledgement. "I didn't hear from you this summer."

"I, uh, well," you started, not sure how to let Severus know that you were terrified that he had joined the wrong side and now the two of you would have to be on opposing sides of a war. He had been one of your best friends since you started Hogwarts and now you weren't even sure if you should talk to him. "I have to go see my brother," you blurted before brushing past him.

"Y/N!" Severus called, but you were already out of the dorm and striding down the hallway, hoping you didn't look like you were running away.

You made it to the Great Hall without running into any other suspected Death Eaters. You started to approach the Slytherin table out of habit before you redirected towards the Gryffindor table. You loved being a Slytherin and you didn't think it was a bad thing. You wanted to do great things and find success in your endeavors. You wanted to be ambitious and cunning and all the other attributes that were fitting for a Slytherin.

You just didn't want to be evil.

And the most horrible thing to you was that you weren't sure how to distinguish the evil ones from the good ones.

Worse yet, you worried that you were falling into the prejudice against your own house that the rest of the school seemed to hold. And who was to say it was only Slytherins joining the ranks of Death Eaters? Who else in the other houses had decided to join Voledemort?

You didn’t know and you figured the only true safe place for you was with your brother and his friends.

So, you decided to drop down into a seat at the Gryffindor table between James and Remus.

"A little lost, snake?" Sirius asked and you glanced up to see he was sitting opposite you. You weren't sure if you were imagining it or if Sirius’ 'snake' comment didn't hold as much venom as it used to.

"I'm avoiding some people," you admitted with a shrug of your shoulders.

Remus shot you a concerned look. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," you sighed, briefly sparing a glance for the Slytherin table. Severus was just sitting down and you had to hurriedly look away before he noticed you. "Just need to figure out how to handle something."

"Well, you're welcome to sit here whenever you like," James offered, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "And if anyone gives you any trouble, just let me know. I'll make them regret ever picking on my little sister."

You shrugged your shoulders, throwing off James' arm, and shook your head. "I can fight my own battles," you told him.

"I know you can, but--"

"But she's fully capable of taking care of herself," Lily cut in, joining the conversation. "But I suppose you are her brother, so maybe you could be good for something."

James spluttered out an indignant response that you only caught part of before he turned in his seat, giving Lily his full attention. Remus had his head buried in a book and Peter was nowhere to be found, leaving you with just Sirius.

You were going to settle for simply ignoring him in favor of eating breakfast, but Sirius had another idea.

You felt something brush against your foot under the table. At first, you thought it was merely an accident, but then something pressed into your foot again and again. You glanced up at Sirius and caught the knowing smirk on his face before he shot you a wink. You weren't sure why it had you ducking your head and refusing to look at him. It was an entirely new response to Sirius’ antics and it uneased you.

What did it mean? Was he just trying to annoy you or was this something different? Was he trying to get a rise out of you or simply teasing you or was it more than that?

"Why do you look like that?" James asked, finally pulling his focus away from Lily.

"Like what?" You wondered, trying to school your expression into something neutral. You would rather die than let Sirius know that he had managed to stir up that reaction within you, so you kept your head down and focused on your food.

Sirius decided to break James' focus on you by flinging a spoonful of eggs at his head and among the chaos that followed, you managed to slip away, wondering if Sirius was simply your ally or maybe even something more now.

As the year progressed, you began to hear more and more snippets and stories about the wizarding war that was waging on. Muggles were being tortured and wizards were going missing under 'mysterious circumstances.' Voldemort and his army seemed to be growing bolder by the day, venturing into muggle cities and causing a ruckus in the Ministry.

You feared for your parents and you hoped that they were staying as far away from the war as they could get. Besides the obvious Death Eater problem in the school, you never really thought anything bad could actually happen to you or your brother as long as you were at Hogwarts.

Which, you figured, was why you were attacked in Hogsmeade.

It was the second Hogsmeade visit of the year and you were eager to get your hands on more chocolate wands. You hadn't expected just how stressful your fifth year would be and you had severely underestimated the amount of time you would spend awake at night, studying in bed and reaching for a snack that wasn't there.

You were just about to make the trek back to the castle. The sky was beginning to grow dark and a lot of the other students had already left. There was a chill to the air that had you wrapping your scarf even tighter around your neck, shivering as a blast of cold air met you.

"Little Slytherin girl," you heard someone hiss. It was a woman, you could tell that much, but you didn't recognize her.

You instinctively froze in your tracks, not aware of where the voice was coming from. There was something screaming inside you to just move. Run now before they caught you. But your feet betrayed you and stayed rooted to the spot.

"Won't you join us, little Slytherin? All your friends have," another voice taunted, growing closer to you by the second.

You finally managed to turn around, pinpointing the voices to two Death Eaters approaching you. They were wearing masks, shielding their identities from view, and a sick twisting in your gut worried that they were really Slytherins who were undergoing some kind of initiation. What if this was Severus? Would Severus kill you? The fact that you didn't know anymore had you feeling even more sick to your stomach.

"Leave me alone," you ordered, dropping your Honeydukes purchases to the ground and attempting to go for your wand.

"Incarcerous," the wizard shouted just as the witch cast impedimenta.

You fumbled your wand, letting it fall to the ground, just as chains enclosed you. You fell to the ground, helpless and terrified, as they stalked closer towards you.

"Now, what should we do with you?" The witch mused as she twirled her wand, as if this was all some kind of game to her.

"We should take her back to Master," the wizard answered, sounding positively gleeful at the thought.

"Help!" You called, glad that they hadn't managed to silence you just yet. "Someone! Anyone! Please!"

"Shut up, you stupid girl," the wizard growled, striking you across the face.

Blood blossomed across your tongue and you could feel where the skin of your cheek had split under the force of his blow.

"Let's get her back to Master before--," the witch's words were cut off by a low growl followed by a snarl.

The witch let out a shriek before she fell to the ground. The wizard turned, surprised and confused, only to let out a howl of pain. You had no idea what was happening and you managed to roll to the side, getting a glimpse of the fight that was happening just steps away from where you were lying on the ground.

You had to blink a few times, wondering if you had hit your head, because there was no possible explanation for the sight before you. A black dog was snapping its jaws repeatedly, attempting to take bites out of the witch while she held it off. And of all things, a deer was rushing at the wizard, butting its head into his chest.

The wizard chose to apparate away, but the witch stayed behind.

She let out a gleeful, malicious giggle and then struck the dog in its side. The dog let out a whimper before finally backing off. The deer rushed towards the dog, attempting to aid it, but the witch cast a hex at the deer, causing it to back off.

All the while, you had been attempting to get the chains off you. You had wriggled and squirmed and finally they fell away, leaving you to grasp your wand and aim it at the witch just as she aimed hers at the dog.

You cast the first spell you could think of which just happened to be the horn tongue hex.

The witch screeched in alarm when her tongue grew heavy and began to protrude from her mouth. You followed it up with a stinging hex and then another. The witch stumbled back before finally apparating away, but you didn't think it was enough. You kept aiming hex after hex at the space she previously occupied, furious and hurt and terrified.

"Y/N!" A voice called from far away. "Y/N, it's alright now. They're gone," they said, trying to shake you out of your shock.

You blinked a few times, your eyes finally focusing enough to notice that James was standing in front of you. He had his hands on your shoulders as he attempted to get you to make eye contact with him. A relieved smile appeared on his face once he realized he finally had your attention.

Your right hand was clutching your wand so hard you were amazed that it hadn't yet broken. Your left hand was clutching a bunch of fur and you looked down to see that it was the dog. It seemed content to stand still, as if knowing you needed the reassurance, and it pressed its nose into your knee when you slowly let go.

"James," you managed, wanting to ask about the deer and the dog, but all you got out was your brother's name before you began to sob. You fell out of James' grasp and to the ground, hunching in over yourself. There was blood in your mouth and your arms ached from fighting the incarcerous charm. You were beginning to shake and an inane thought crossed your mind that you should really get your Honeydukes purchases before they were lost forever.

The dog whined low in its throat before pressing close to you, sending a beseeching look up at your brother, as if asking him to do something.

"I know, Padfoot, but we should get her to Dumbledore. Those were Death Eaters. In Hogsmeade," James stressed, sounding just as shocked as you felt.

The dog, Padfoot, growled before he was gone. In his place was Sirius, fury written into his expression.

"That was my cousin," Sirius snarled, reaching out to hold onto your shoulder. "And she could have killed Y/N."

You stared at Sirius, stunned speechless. You glanced over to your brother to see if he was also hallucinating his best friend, but James didn't seem to think anything was amiss.

"But--," you started, looking from James and back to Sirius. "You're a dog?"

Sirius shot you a smirk, but his heart didn't seem to be in it. "Wow, sweetheart, tell me how you really feel about me."

"Sirius," your brother rebuked before he brought your attention to him. "You can't tell anyone about Sirius or me, understand? We could get in a lot of trouble."

"You...," you trailed off, finally putting the pieces together through a mind still dazed with shock. "You were the stag," you observed, thinking that of course your brother was an animagus, because your life was bound to take just about every insane turn it possibly could. “How did you find me?”

“We were just out in the forest, letting off some steam,” Sirius answered. “And then we heard you screaming for help.”

James nodded his head in answer. "I’m just glad we got here in time.” James glanced around before he sighed. “It’s getting late. We should get you out of here," he decided, reaching down to pull you off the ground.

Sirius rose with you, his hand still on your shoulder, as if he was afraid to let go. He ushered you forward a few steps before you remembered about your chocolate wands and you tried to turn.

"What are you doing?" Sirius wondered, watching as you stumbled your way over to your dropped bag.

"I need this," you defended yourself with a shrug of your shoulders.

Sirius rolled his eyes, muttering 'barmy' under his breath. "C'mon," he sighed, moving to wrap an arm around your shoulders once you were beside him again.

James moved to walk at your other side, keeping you between the two of them.

There were no more attacks on the way to the school and when you officially walked through the gates and onto the Hogwarts grounds, you felt a tiny little shiver work its way down your spine in relief.

"You're safe now," Sirius assured you, letting his hand drop until it was resting at the small of your back.

"If you two hadn't been there...," you didn't even want to finish the thought. The Death Eaters would have taken you to Voldemort. They would have tortured you. They probably would have killed you.

"But we were," James refuted with a small smile at you. "And I'm not letting you out of my sight again, you got that?"

"I think she did pretty well taking care of herself," Sirius reminded James. "Getting my cousin with a horn tongue hex was just...brilliant," he finished with a wide, toothy grin at you.

"You're sure that was Bellatrix?" You asked him, thinking of the near maniacal glee she took in taking you down. You had only dealt with Sirius and Regulus, and while you thought Sirius was mad, he was nothing like that.

"It was her," Sirius confirmed with a heavy sigh. "I'm sure the Black family will commend her for her loyalty to the dark arts."

You weren't sure how to respond, so you settled for bumping your elbow into Sirius' side. "Thank you," you told him when he finally looked at you. "The both of you."

"Yeah, well, can't let my best mate's sister suffer, can I? Not unless it's me making her suffer," he added with a conspiratorial wink.

The conversation trailed off there and you became caught up in your thoughts of what had just transpired. It seemed like one moment you were hurrying across the grounds with your brother and Sirius and the next you were standing in Dumbledore's office.

"You two may go back to your dorm," he said, addressing James and Sirius. "I would like to have a few words with Miss Potter alone."

"Headmaster," James started before he was cut off by Sirius clamping a hand down on his shoulder.

"Understood, Professor," Sirius readily agreed and dragged James from the office.

Dumbledore waited until the two of them were gone before he turned his attention on you.

"I expect that they will be waiting for you to escort you back to the Slytherin dorm once we're done here. I've never found Sirius to be that agreeable before."

You couldn't help the nervous laugh you let out at his words and from the way Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with mirth, you knew it had been his aim all along.

"Now," he started, watching you from across his desk. "Would you like to tell me what happened tonight in Hogsmeade?"

You found the words for the story in bits and pieces. Your hands began to tremble as you talked about the Death Eaters approaching you while you were helpless and you found yourself pulling out a chocolate wand and taking a bite. "Sorry," you told Dumbledore when you noticed the amused look on his face.

"No need to be sorry," Dumbledore dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I too find that sweets help me through trying situations. So, your brother and Sirius came to your rescue?"

"They did," you agreed with a nod of your head. There was no way you were going to mention that James and Sirius were animagi, so you quickly glossed over that part of the story. "And once I was able to free myself, I attacked one of the Death Eaters when she hurt Sirius. I, uh, I turned her tongue into a horn," you admitted with a sheepish grin. "And then I cast a lot more hexes until she left. I was, I mean, well...," you didn't know how to talk about the worst part. "They wanted to take me to him," you forced yourself to get out. "And they would have killed me. There's no way I could have fought him or any of them and escaped with my life."

Dumbledore seemed to mull over your words for a few moments. There was a look on his face you couldn't immediately decipher, but the more you studied it, the more you realized that Dumbledore seemed oddly proud of you.

"Tell me, Miss Potter, what would you like to do once you leave here?"

You weren't sure how that was in any way connected to the night's events, but you were happy for a change of subject. Your mind was still reeling from Death Eaters and animagi and the possibility of being taken to Voldemort. You really just wanted to think about anything else at the moment.

"Well, I would really like to continue my studies," you answered, thinking over where you might want to be in ten years time if you were still alive. "Particularly in history of magic."

"Ah, yes, I've heard that you are far more passionate about the subject than your classmates."

"It's fascinating," you admitted with a genuine smile. "Maybe I'll be lucky enough to be a professor one day."

"I think that sounds like a wonderful plan," Dumbledore mused with a thoughtful look. "I suppose when Professor Binns is ready to move on, we'll have a candidate in mind for the position." Dumbledore considered you for another moment. “I will have to inform your parents about what happened tonight. I don’t doubt that they will try to convince you to spend the rest of the term at home.”

You knew your parents would fear for your safety even more now, but you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts. “Then I’ll just have to convince them that Hogwarts is safe.”

Dumbledore offered you a content smile before he pulled out a drawer of his desk. He rummaged through the drawer before he pulled something free. “May I offer you a sherbet lemon?”

Not long after that, Dumbledore sent you on your way with a few more sweets than you had arrived with and the knowledge that he thought you had done well for yourself under duress.

You weren't surprised to see that Dumbledore was right about Sirius and James. The second you stepped off the staircase leading up to Dumbledore's office, James was right there with Sirius not far behind.

"What'd he say? Should we get you to the Hospital Wing?" James asked, worry in his tone as he considered you.

"I'd rather just go to sleep," you dismissed James' concern, brushing past him in favor of heading towards the dungeons.

"Maybe we could sneak you into the Gryffindor common room to sleep it off on the couch," Sirius suggested, falling into step with you.

"No," you immediately argued. "I have to trust that I can be safe in my own dorm."

Sirius and James shared a look, a silent conversation taking place between them, before James finally rolled his eyes. "Fine, but we're walking you there."

You couldn't help but snort in amusement. James was always going to be your overprotective big brother and Sirius...well, you weren't quite sure what Sirius was anymore, but you knew that things were constantly evolving between the two of you.

And really, you didn't think that was such a bad thing.

The next day, visits to Hogsmeade were put on hold for the rest of the year since it was deemed unsafe with the recent attacks on muggles and wizards. Your attack wasn't mentioned, and you were grateful since everyone seemed upset by the news. You knew they would just find a way to blame you and you didn't want to know what anyone would have to say. You were still shaken, and while you were going to miss your Honeydukes shopping trips, you couldn't deny that you wouldn't have felt safe there again.

You had just finished writing a letter to your parents in response to their plea that you consider coming home. Dumbledore had been right, but you were stubborn and wanted to finish out your fifth year at the castle. Your parents wouldn’t like it, but you also knew that they wouldn’t force you to come home if you didn’t want to.

You were clutching the letter tight in your hands, intent on going to the owlery, when someone called your name just as you were leaving the Great Hall.

"Are you alright?" The voice caught you off-guard, stopping you in your tracks.

You turned to see Severus standing there, his expression neutral with just a hint of conern in his eyes.

"What?"

"You appear to be injured," he observed with a quirk of his eyebrow. "This wouldn't have anything to do with the Hogsmeade trips being cancelled?"

A hundred different emotions flooded through you before you somehow finally landed on contempt. "And if it was?" You took a couple of steps closer to him, lowering your voice so only the two of you could hear. "And if it was Death Eaters who attacked me and attempted to kidnap me? Would you still be with them?"

Severus' expression morphed from poorly concealed worry into masked irritation. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "It's my business because you were my friend, Severus. You were one of my best friends and the fact that you could join them? That's just...I don't know who you are anymore," you admitted with a scowl.

You turned away from him, not letting him even attempt to get another word in. You didn't want to know if there was anything left of your friendship with Severus. The fact alone that he would join the Death Eaters, especially after what you had endured the night before, was more than enough for you to know that you didn't want anything to do with him as long as he was with them.

The rest of your fifth year was spent fearing for your loved ones and doing your damnedest to make sure that you got the OWLs scores that you wanted. While you had lost a friend, it seemed as if you had gained another in Sirius. He spent less time trying to poke and prod at you, attempting to get a rise, and instead did his best to make you laugh. He watched out for you and finally seemed to accept you despite the fact that you were a Slytherin.

A year before, you never would have guessed that you would be facing your sixth year at Hogwarts trusting Sirius Black and avoiding Severus at all costs. You didn't know what the future held for you and you were terrified more than anything that Voldemort and his army would find a way to win.

But as long as you still had the people you loved, for now you would simply focus on what the summer holidays would bring. And even though you were loath to admit it, even to yourself, maybe you were just the tiniest bit interested in seeing where the new amicable nature of your relationship with Sirius brought you.

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i had thoughts of a canon-adjacent Zoro (nonbeliever ambitious swordsman) and Death-God!Sanji who keep meeting because of how close to dying Zoro always gets during his fights and oops now it's a messy drabble written in between breaks at work and here ya go.

In all his years as the god of Death, Sanji has never seen such a stubborn, strong willed human- he’s honestly half amused every time he's brought to a wounded, bleeding Zoro. He doesn't expect him to survive that giant slash attack from the warlord, nor the myriad of injuries he collects after that- and if he feels a bit of pride every time he escapes him Death, well, no one will know.

It takes him a while to realise that, in those fleeting moments, when he's loitering and waiting around as Zoro approaches the point of no return, Zoro can see him as well. Sanji's a bit mortified at first. All this time, he's just been voicing his thoughts out loud like he always does, who knows what the reckless man overheard! It's pure force of habit, since it’s not like there’s ever someone to hear to him- his family chose this domain for him on purpose after all; they took all the great, bright, good, worshiped domains of life, war, medicine...and left him this one to punish him, break him with eons of witnessing and bearing human grief in solitude.

It's barely morning and Zoro is dripping with blood, resolutely standing against all odds in a beautiful display of absolute devotion and conviction, and Sanji feels like maybe today will be the day he takes him- that this is the end for the stubborn swordsman. He comes closer than he ever has to the man, walks right up to him, readying himself for the weight of another soul's voyage, when Zoro's lidded eyes snap up and meet his own. His fiery gaze doesn’t go straight through him, but actually settles on him. Sees him.

It's unnerving. Sanji shivers at this feeling of being perceived.

Humans usually only see him once they fully passed on, when he’s guiding them, cold hands gripping onto him, begging, crying, frightened or even sometimes full of wrath and fighting to stay by their loved ones.

“It’s you again.” His voice is weak, raspy.

Sanji doesn’t answer.

“Why're you always here for my big battles?” A pause. “You like me or somethin'?”

Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment. “You think I stalk you and show up for you battles!?”

“Sure seems like it.”

Sanji scoffs.

He can’t believe this! He wants to chew the bastard out- who the hell does he think he is? but he bites down on his words, certain that these are the man's final moments. There's no way anyone could survive such wounds- it's a miracle he's even conscious or standing.

He doesn’t want to add insult to injury.

“I’m the god of Death, you idiot.”

Oops.

“I don’t believe in gods.”

The absurdity of that statement when literally in conversation with one doesn’t escape Sanji, but he's not really there to argue.

The green-haired man continues. “So, what, you’re into me or something? Just ask me out like a normal person.”

This cocky asshole...Sanji's heated reply is cut off by Zoro’s nakama arriving on the scene in a panic. Sanji trails after them, hovering, ready for the now unconscious body's heart to stop beating at any moment- but the moment doesn't come.

Under the attention of their talented doctor, Zoro escapes him once again.

Sanji's definitely not relieved.

It's out of curiosity that he stays around a little longer. He returns from time to time to check in on the mysterious man and his recovery, still a bit unbelieving that he managed to survive such grievous, traumatic injuries and intense blood loss. By all means he should've died the instant he made contact with the red, concentrated bubble of pain and stress that Kuma expelled from his captain's body.

His friends weep and berate him when he wakes. The ginger woman who found him screams at him to “stop flirting with death” and Sanji chuckles- she doesn’t know how technically accurate that statement is.

Later, Sanji guiltily looks forward to feeling that tug from Zoro once more, that pull on his power he feels when someone is nearing his domain. He's admittedly curious to learn more about him, this idiot swordsman who can see him, hear him, and yet isn’t at all scared of him. It's so rare for humans to accept him without a hint of fear.

He doesn’t let himself dwell on that tinge of nervousness at the back of his mind- what if the next time is the time he steals him away- from his friends, his dream, his captain? What if this time he doesn’t get back up?

But he does.

And when he lingers in the cold, empty room of Kuragaina castle where the bandaged swordsman is laid to rest, content to stare at his mossy head of hair, Sanji notices something weird. From his bedside seat, he can feel the ghost of body warmth.

He tentatively leans closer, his fingers reach out, expecting to go right through Zoro's arm. They recoil, as if burned by fire, when instead they meet soft flesh.

Huh.

Zoro's eyes blearily crack open, immediately finding his hovering form.

"You're... back."

And Sanji knows something changed, that day, on Thriller Bark. He's been on this earth for a long, long time, and he knows Zoro should be dead. Unequivocally so. And yet he isn't. Whether by the sheer strength of his willpower or his fervent defiance of the gods and the laws of this universe, Zoro is still...present. Alive enough to have warm, red blood flowing through his veins and air filling his lungs. Dead enough to perceive him, touch him, feel him.

War brews and Sanji has a lot of work on his hands. After the carnage, he wearily returns to Kuragaina, and Zoro, sullen, heavy with guilt, asks him if it's true. Asks him if the eye of this particular storm, the man known as Ace, is truly dead.

Death has long worn away at Sanji, a constant wave beating at the his endless empathy his father called a weakness, wearing him down with each soul he takes from this world. But he's never become numb to it. He openly, lovingly feels the sorrow with every loss, with each reaping, with every last breath rasped from trembling lips. He embraces it, cherishes it for all of its bittersweet taste.

So he tells Zoro of Marineford. Of the epic battle that occurred there between Whitebeard and the marines. With each somber word he feels just a little lighter- an unfamiliar, happy feeling blooming in his chest at getting to talk to someone after what feels like a forever of solitude.

Time passes, and Sanji visits him more and more, grateful for the rare company. It'd been so long since he last was able to have a decent conversation with someone. Joke around. Banter. Flirt? They grow closer, never really voicing the...whatever it is that passes between them. Zoro eventually returns to his crew, and Sanji avoids approaching him unless he's alone. Wouldn't want people to think he's seeing things.

It becomes a dance. A well oiled machine. Zoro cutting down the enemies before him, Sanji right behind him and guiding his fallen foes into the afterlife. Cut after cut, his blades sing in the air, accompanied by the groans and cries of the people Sanji welcomes into his waiting arms.

After a big battle Zoro is laying in the rubble, chest heaving from the effort. Sanji sits with him, solemn. Accepting. Enjoying his company, the only company he can keep.

Zoro still hasn't admitted that gods are real, even when he sees Sanji trail after the path his bloodied swords carve out, hard at work. Even when he sees Sanji's dark, draped silhouette raise into the skies, untethered - that’s just skywalk, he says.

Sanji grows fearful. Shaken by the feelings, the attachment he feels for the swordsman, like a tether to this world. It makes him feel more alive than he ever has, yes. But nothing good can ever come of it, and he knows the universe isn't kind enough to give him such happiness without the promise of a subsequent fall, a return to reality soured and made worse by what came before it.

It's a dark, rainy day when Zoro corners him on the Sunny. Sanji hasn't visited him in a couple of days- not much death without opponents around.

They're at the back of the ship, obscured by the mikan trees, and Zoro's hands are bracing him against the wall, locking him in. Sanji knows he could go through the wall, but Zoro's eye has him pinned, frozen where he stands. His arms lay lifelessly by his sides.

The swordsman leans in, cups his chin, and Sanji doesn't think- his eyes flutter shut, he's open and wanting as warm, chapped lips press delicately against his. They don't need words. They know. Can feel it with every tender touch as their bodies work together to deepen the kiss. Sanji loops an arm around Zoro's neck, hand digging into his hair, while the other bunches up the fabric of his kimono to bring him ever closer. He's pressed so tightly against him that he can almost pretend the beating feeling near his chest is his own heart, can almost feel the rushing sound in his ears, the warmth seeping into his skin, up his chest, his neck, cheeks, ears.

Zoro breaks apart for air, and Sanji hears himself mirroring his pants, so enamoured with the swordsman he feels like his breath was stolen away.

"Curls." Zoro's looking at him odd, nearly awestruck, eyes flitting across his face, his body, his hands reach out to take his hands in his, lightly massaging his flesh.

A stern feminine voice rings behind them, snapping their heads to attention.

"Zoro, who the hell is this man you're kissing behind my mikan trees?!"

#zosan #zoro x sanji #i just wanted to write a small text post #and then #aND THEN this #it's not very good i'm sorry #but i kind of really like this concept #of death god sanji #and constantly near death experience Zoro #if i had more time i would love to see them fall in love slowly #maybe explore Zoro's complicated feelings if he lets himself be in dangerous situations just to see the ethereal man in black robes #sanji defnitely haunts his dreams #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan fic idea #zosan drabble #zosan fic #obviously at the end what happens is that just like how Zoro defies the laws of existence #Sanji is tethered back and kind of alive in a way again #or you can interpret it how you like #i like to think that then they die together one day and get to be death gods together maybe #and because Zoro and Sanji got to be known in the human realm #people start worshiping them properly #god of death Sanji

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Forever and Always? Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Let’s do this 😘

Synopsis: You and Jack alert the world of your decision to separate from one another and your best friends are trying to do everything they possibly can to change both of your minds

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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jackharlow: I've been going back and forth about what I was going to say about this for days. Me and my wife y/ninsta have decided to separate. We'll always love each other but we feel that this is the best decision for us. 💔

saweetie: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING

lilnasx: please say sike 🥺

druski2funny: no. I'm not having this. absolutely not. yall are forever.

urbanwyatt: FUCK! yall really were serious? 😫

jackandy/naremyparents: NO. I DON'T ACCEPT THIS. NO. NO. THIS IS A BAD DREAM.

giveon: y/ninsta soooo what you tryna do? I'm single, you're single....

saweetie: giveon FUCK OFF

anitta: oh, well look at that!

normani: YOU CAN FUCK OFF TOO

theestallion: Y/N!!! Jack!!!

theshaderoom: looks like the Harlows are no more! say it ain't so! 😫🥺

maggieharlow: GET ON FACETIME YOU TWO. NOW.

jackharlow: maggieharlow I just need some time. I'll call you later. promise.

You were currently laying on your bed with your head in Urban’s lap crying your eyes out and he was trying to console you.

“Come on, Y/N, I.... you two should talk this out. This isn’t the two of you I know. You would literally do anything for each other.” Urban confessed while rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“Urb, just let it go!”

“How?!? My best friends are DIVORCING. You’ve been together since you two were fifteen. FIFTEEN! Doesn’t that mean anything?!”

“It does, but you see the way he’s been acting towards me. Maybe he found someone else. He’s so secretive.”

“JACK WOULD NOT CHEAT ON YOU.”

“But, how can we be so sure?” You replied while wiping your eyes with a tissue that Urban handed you.

“Y/N, you two are literally talking out of your asses. You would go to literal WAR for him and he would do the same for you!”

“Just... I don’t know.”

You noticed that Blanche and Rose, two of your puppies had come into your room and YOU reached down to scoop the both of them up.

“At least I know they won’t leave me.”

“Y/N....”

“Urb... you truly are one of my best friends and I appreciate you for trying to help us. But, maybe it’s time to move on. I mean we’ve only ever been with each other and sometimes you just want something different.”

“NO! You two do NOT want something different. Can’t yall just fuck and make up?”

“It’s going to take a lot more than that.”

“Just show up to his condo in lingerie. Purple. Multiple rounds.”

“He’ll probably reject me.”

“DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!”

“I’m about to take them for a walk. Are you coming? I need to take my mind off things.”

“No, I’ll give you some alone time.”

“Okay.”

You quickly went into the bathroom to rinse off your face washing away the remnants of your tears before slipping on your slides and getting the girls ready for their walk.

You were out of earshot when Urban decided to FaceTime your husband or soon to be ex-husband, Jack to plead with him to fix this.

“Hey Urb.”

“WILL YALL PLEASE FIX THIS? I’M ABOUT TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK.”

“Urb!”

“I’m serious! All Y/N is doing is crying! You hate when your wife cries so come and fix this! I’m about to throw up! She cried so hard last night that she actually did throw up!”

“She won’t be my wife for long.”

“But she’s your best friend too! YALL JUST WANT TO KILL ME, DON’T YOU!? If yall not fucking and traumatizing me, yall are now causing me to be stressed the fuck out. Imma be bald by 28 if yall keep this shit up.”

“No, not at all. Not trying to kill you. We’ve just been growing apart.”

“Did you meet someone else?”

“No.”

“You said that a little too quickly.”

“I haven’t Urb. It’s just we met when we were kids and now we’re adults. Things just aren’t the same.”

“Well FIX IT! Your ass better turn into fix it Felix jr. from Wreck-it-Ralph.”

“You really aren’t letting this go, are you?”

“No! You know what? I’m signing the two of you up for therapy and getting yall weed so you can sort this shit out.”

“THERAPY?”

“FUCK YES AND BY THE TIME WE LEAVE THE TWO OF YOU WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN.”

When you were out for your walk, your phone vibrated indicating a new text from Neelam.

Nee- You better start explaining and you better start right now. what the hell is going on?!?!

You- We’re just growing apart Nee. It’s just.... he’s not the same person I married. He’s been acting cold and standoffish towards me for awhile

Nee- Well talk this shit out! I’m not accepting this!

You- You sound like everyone else

Nee- Well yeah I guess so! Yall have been together forever and talk about your future all the time. all of a sudden that doesn’t mean anything?

You- It can’t mean anything if we’re not on the same page

Nee- I see imma have to knock some sense into both of you

You- I love you Nee, but it’s time for this to end

Nee- NO IT’S NOT. Why are the two of you being so hard headed? talk it out and fix it!

You- Now you sound like Urban

Nee- You two love each other. that doesn’t go away overnight

You- I do still love him, that’s probably not going to change

Nee- I’m telling both of your mothers

You- NEELAM!

Nee- Since the both of you want to do this the hard way, you’re leaving me no choice

You- Just let it go

Nee- Not a chance in hell

---

All of PG were now sitting in a circle with you and Jack making literal daggers at each other.

Urban wasn’t playing when he said the two of you would be going to a therapy session.

And all of PG.

“Okay, so Urban do you want to start since it was your idea to get everyone together?” the therapist Lisa asked while looking over at him.

“Sure. Okay so, I decided to do this for us to be able to talk some sense into our best friends for them to fix whatever happened in their marriage and not divorce. I still remember the first time I saw the way that Jack would stare at Y/N and vice versa. When he finally asked her to be his girlfriend, it was all she wrote. I just don’t want my best friends to be miserable.”

“I’m not miserable, I’m fine.” Jack confessed without taking his eyes off you.

“I call bullshit!” 2fo piped up and all eyes were on him.

“You were crying while looking through the pictures of the two of you last night.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him. He a simp for her.”

“And all Y/N has been doing for the past few weeks is crying. It’s like she’s given up.” Shloob said putting his two cents in.

“It’s like the two of you have accepted this and... I don’t get why. Yall would kill for the other one to make sure that they were happy.”

“Hmm maybe it was his weak ass pullout game that I didn’t want to deal with anymore.” You finally spoke for the first time while rolling your eyes.

“HEY! I’ve gotten better and that was ONE TIME.”

“AND THAT ONE TIME ALMOST GOT ME PREGNANT WHEN WE WERE SIXTEEN!”

“WHY YOU ALWAYS BRINGING UP OLD SHIT? WHAT ABOUT YOU ALWAYS BEING ON CP TIME?!? YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE LATE TO YOUR OWN DAMN FUNERAL!”

“Oh shit. He not lying though.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK JACKMAN!”

“NO!”

“Okay! Okay! Everyone relax for a second. No yelling. Everyone should have a chance to express how they feel.”

“Look, as much as yall get on my nerves with how much yall love to fuck each other’s brains out. I miss hearing about it.”

“QUIISO!”

“WHAT?! Come on we’re all thinking it.”

“Nah, I can do without that. Keep in mind I live with them and I’m tired of being traumatized almost every night. Fucking rabbits.” Urban said while looking over at Quiiso.

“So, Jack tell us how you feel about your wife.”

“Almost ex-wife.”

“NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT!” Urban practically screamed.

“She’s an amazing person and I’m not taking anything away from her on that front. But, we’ve just grown apart. There’s a problem if you don’t want to be in the same room as your wife.”

“I can take care of that and kill you right now and collect the insurance money.”

“Y/N!”

“I know she was mean but got damn that was a low blow.”

“Well, he said he doesn’t want to be in the same room as me! That’s okay. I’ll just light the rest of your shit on fire when I get home.”

“THIS IS NOT WAITING TO EXHALE!”

“WELL IT FEELS LIKE IT!”

“See, we can’t even have a simple conversation without your ass getting violent.”

“Jackman, watch yourself because I will literally beat the shit out of you. 6′3 my ass.”

“And she’ll do it too.” Shloob replied as he took a drink out of his water bottle.

“I’d like to see her try.”

“JACK! YOU HAVE SEEN YOUR WIFE IN ACTION. TAKE IT BACK.” Nemo yelled knowing what was about to happen.

“No.”

Just then everyone’s eyes were on you and Urban just knew you were about to lunge at him.

You were too small and too fast for him.

Even with the heels that you were wearing.

“THERE SHE GOES!”

“WORLD STARRR! GET HIM Y/N!!”

“CATCH HER!”

You had knocked Jack out of his chair and were now on top of Jack straddling him and it almost looked as if you were attempting to choke him when Urban and 2fo pulled you off.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? NOW YOU’RE FIGHTING YOUR HUSBAND?!”

“This is not the BDSM shit I signed up for.”

“SOON TO BE EX-HUSBAND! And there is plenty more where that came from. I want half of EVERYTHING!”

“I KNEW YOU WERE A CRAZY ASS BITCH BUT GOT DAMN!”

“EVERYONE CALM DOWN!” Lisa was now beyond terrified of the scene unfolding in front of her.

“JACK, DO NOT CALL HER OUT OF HER NAME!”

“WELL THAT’S HOW SHE’S ACTING!”

“No, yall. It’s fine. I know where you live now and that is not an empty threat. Do what you want with that information. I’m out.”

You said while grabbing your purse, but not before looking at Jack and bucking like you were about to come after him and he flinched.

“Mm hmm, scared ass.”

“I told your ass to take that shit back.” Nemo said while looking at Jack who was trying to recover.

---

"Jack you know you don't have to sign them."

Urban said as Jack was now looking down at the divorce papers that you decided to issue him at the studio in front of everyone.

Talk about a low blow.

Jack pulled out his glasses so he could see the documents better.

"But I'm the one who asked for this."

"Now I know it's bad if he done whipped out the damn bifocals to see that shit."

"And you can be the one to fix it!"

"This shit is insane. Both of yall need to get a fucking grip and get this shit in order. Yall belong together."

"I used to think that, but not anymore."

"Used to!?!? Used to!?!"

"Let it go 2fo."

"I'm not letting this shit go any time soon. Like you just woke up and was like I don't love her anymore?"

"I do still love her."

"Then why did you ask for the divorce?"

"I just want different things I guess."

"I'm not believing this shit for a second."

"Well believe it."

"You better not sign that shit." Shloob basically yelled.

No one wanted to see the two of you at odds.

"We both want this so…. And she wants half of everything."

"Well without her, you definitely wouldn't be as far along in your career as you are. She's right to want half."

"Shloob, you scared as shit of Y/N, so of course you about to say that shit."

"She's little and angry and can fight! I don't want to be on the receiving end! You saw how she almost choked her husband to death."

"Yeah you were starting to turn blue, Jack."

"Them little hands and her nails? Count me out. She is vicious."

"She'll scratch the shit outta you."

"Jack is used to her scratching the shit out of his back, not her trying to kill him."

"And yall don't have kids which makes it easier."

"It's just better this way."

"For who!? Yall can't even be in the same room as each other without shooting daggers at one another. Uhh you realize she is your wife and the FIRST LADY of Private Garden."

"We’ll work around it. Maybe she can finally get with Giveon."

"Now I know he done lost his muthafuckin mind."

"WHAT!?"

"Ain't no way in hell we would even let him near her. Dude is a fucking creep."

"She don't want him, she wants you!"

"No, she wants a divorce."

---

It has now been a total of three months since the two of you began having problems and one entire month of being separated and not living together.

PG was not having it.

AT ALL.

"This is insane like they're our friends. We shouldn't be picking sides.” 2fo complained.

They just didn’t know what to do anymore.

"We shouldn't and we need to let them work this out on their own."

"But that isn't working. You saw how Y/N basically attacked him at that therapy session."

"I never thought I'd see the day. She'll fight everyone else over him, but to actually fight your husband? She is seriously on some other shit." Shloob confessed knowing that Jack had literally asked for it that day.

"That's why I have a plan to get them back together."

"Like that therapy session? That was your bright idea too and you see how that went. Y/N will fight in front of anyone, she doesn't give a flying fuck." 2fo said while turning towards Urban.

"This will work, trust me."

Urban rented out an entire banquet hall and invited all of your friends to hopefully be able to talk some sense into the both of you.

He was just praying that you didn’t end up fighting Jack like at the therapy session.

Only thing he had to do now was get the both of you there without the other one knowing that the other would be there.

Somehow someway when 6 PM rolled around both of you were in attendance and trying to avoid talking to each other. Urban was in charge of bringing you and 2fo was in charge of bringing Jack.

“Okay first off, Jack and Y/N, we all love you and support yall, but this has gone on far too long. Yall needed to make up like yesterday.”

All you and Jack did was look at each other since they made the two of you stand next to each other as everyone pleaded their cases on why the two of you should get back together.

This went on for another thirty minutes, when it was finally your best friend Saweetie’s turn.

“Look yall got me in tears up in here. Like yall are soulmates and I’m not accepting this. The way yall love each other and have always gone hard for each other is suddenly over? It doesn’t make sense. Yall have been stressing us out and I’m tired of hearing Y/N crying on the phone to me just about every night.” Saweetie confessed while looking at the both of you.

You simply sighed as Jack rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hmm, Jackman what do you think?” You asked looking up at him.

“Well, they do have a point, I guess.”

“Sooo, you’ll get back together?!?” Urban yelled as there was a bright smile on his face along with the rest of PG.

The two of you looked at each other and proceeded to bust out laughing.

“Uhh. what’s so funny?”

“We have a confession to make. We never were separated really..... yall honestly thought I was divorcing my wife?!? Like my fine ass wife?!? IN WHAT UNIVERSE?! Yall are fucking crazy.”

“WE GOT YALL ASSES!”

Everyone’s mouth was hanging wide open.

“WHAT?!?!”

“I’m going to kill the both of you!! WHY WOULD YOU STRESS ME OUT LIKE THAT?!?”

“Sorry, Urban but... let this be a lesson to you and PG. Stop pranking us while we’re on tour. We had to get yall back somehow.”

“But... what.... WHY?!? THIS SHIT WAS SO ELABORATE FOR NO REASON”

“I told your stupid ass we shouldn’t have done it! I should have known their asses were going to get us back, but not like this!” Shloob yelled at 2fo.

“And to think I wasted tears on yall asses!” Lil Nas X confessed while looking over at yall in disbelief.

“I’m.... speechless.” Druski was looking around absolutely dumbfounded.

“YALL KEPT THIS SHIT UP FOR 3 MONTHS. 3 MONTHS?!?!”

“My baby’s acting skills are top tier aren’t they?” You said as you hugged him and he leaned down to kiss you.

“I missed your kisses.”

“And I missed something else.” Jack responded while wiggling his eyebrows and laughing.

“Like Jack was mean as hell towards you and we were all like what the fuck is his problem?!”

“AND YOU WERE CRYING REAL TEARS! JACK MOVED OUT!”

“We had to make sure yall believed us! And yall did! Come on now, we’re never breaking up!”

“And Y/N actually fought Jack at therapy!”

“She did?!?!”

“I just knew she was going to kill him and he called her a bitch. Talking about I’d like to see her try and fight me, Jack was asking for it that day!”

“And then when she served him the divorce papers he took out his glasses to read that shit!”

“Those lenses are thick as shit!”

“And we planned out the whole thing. I was going back and forth about calling her that though and she was like nope, we have to make it seem like it’s real.”

“Yall are fucking made for each other. Pulling this stupid ass shit.” Normani said as she rolled her eyes.

“Thank God this is over. We’ve been holding off on sex for too long. Come on pretty girl, I’ve got a lot of build up.” Jack said as he scooped you up bridal style and kissing you.

“He’s gonna give me that sweet, sweet, sweet semen!”

“I cannot fucking stand the two of yall.” Urban said still shaking his head in disbelief.

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jackharlow: y/ninsta and I cannot thank you enough for all the support you've shown us these past few months when we decided to separate. We just wanted to say thank you and to let yall know.... WE GOT YALL! Did yall HONESTLY think I was getting a divorce from my baby? Yall had us fucked up. 😂😂

y/ninsta: WE GOT EM GOOD!

saweetie: I AM ABOUT TO KILL YOU TWO 😡

urbanwyatt: saweetie nah ME FIRST

lilnasx: ADD ME TO THE LIST TO KILL THEM

druski2funny: yall foul as shit for this

normani: we should’ve known. yall love each other entirely too much.

2forwoyne: but yall acting skills were TOP TIER. yall kept this shit up for 3 months?!?!

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne we did however, we still saw each other. I snuck out when Urban was asleep lol

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta your ass was crying actual crocodile tears all for this TO BE A LIE

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt saweetie yall truly are my best friends because you two were ready to go to war for me against jackharlow

saweetie: jackharlow your wife kept me from coming to the condo and kicking your ass. let this be a lesson to you. I’m watching you.

jackharlow: saweetie you just as violent as she is 🙄

saweetie: jackharlow and that’s why she’s my best friend, DUH!

giveon: y/ninsta well if your man ever acts out again you know where to find me

jackharlow: giveon take your goofy ass on somewhere. now you out here looking stupid.

urbanwyatt: his name is forever now goofy giveon 🤭🤭

jackharlow: urbanwyatt lmaooo he need to worry about how his mic is not working and not worry about my wife who don’t even want his ass 😂😂

saweetie: jackharlow lmaoooo AYO!!!

dualipa: y/ninsta you promised me after the divorce we would get married!

jackharlow: dualipa imma be dead and gone before that happens but then again, even from the grave I’ll make sure your ass doesn’t touch my baby

y/ninsta: dualipa don’t pay him no mind, he’s just acting like a big baby today

jackharlow: y/ninsta I am your big baby and no one else’s. dualipa STAY FAR AWAY.

dualipa: jackharlow imma take you down. just wait and see

jackharlow: dualipa wait and see what?!?! COME AND GET THIS SMOKE NEOW!

dualipa: jackharlow DROP THE ADDRESS

y/ninsta: CHILDRENNNNNN STOP IT!

jackharlow: y/ninsta SHE STARTED IT

dualipa: jackharlow AND I PLAN ON FINISHING IT WITH YOUR WIFE CUMMING IN MY MOUTH

jackharlow: dualipa TIMEOUT! FLAG ON THE PLAY!

y/ninsta: I just wanted for us to go out and get some food and they up here arguing as per usual. I’m just sitting up here hungry.

dualipa: y/ninsta sit on my face and I’ll stop harassing your husband

jackharlow: dualipa only face she’s sitting on is MINE

dualipa: jackharlow FOR NOW

jackharlow: dualipa that’s it. RESTRAINING ORDER.

maggieharlow: when I get my hands on the two of you 😡🤬

y/ninsta: uh oh claybornharlow come get your mama! she tryna kill us!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta as she should.

y/ninsta: claybornharlow now as much shit that you have spilled about us, the LEAST you could do is hold her off for a few hours because knowing her, she about to catch a flight and beat our asses 😣

maggieharlow: y/ninsta you know me well.

claybornharlow: y/ninsta oh like the time you and jackharlow forgot to pick me up from soccer practice and I had to walk home because he was too busy rearranging your guts?

jackharlow: CLAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

y/ninsta: claybornharlow I just..... you not my favorite anymore. I keep trying to look past all your faults and....

claybornharlow: y/ninsta I’m bringing gifts next week

y/ninsta: claybornharlow YOU ARE FORGIVEN BABY BRO

jackharlow: y/ninsta NO THE FUCK HE’S NOT

maggieharlow: I’m about to catch this flight y/ninsta jackharlow see you in a few

y/ninsta: jackharlow BABY!

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theheirofthesharingan · 1 year

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How did Itachi murder his own family and left his brother? I would never do that! He doesn't deserve sympathy for murdering innocent people and for putting Sasuke through hell.

This is a phrase I repeatedly come across with slight changes in the words, but their intent of expressions remains the same:

I would not have done what Itachi did. My morals are better than Itachi's. I would have found a better way. He doesn't deserve to be hailed as a hero. Itachi deserves no sympathy.

[long rant post ahead]

Well, love, if it helps you a little bit, be glad it isn't about you. It's about a 4-year-old boy who was plunged into the darkness of war without his consent, at the age you might be sucking your thumb, sniffling around with your mom and dad looking after your little needs. It's about a boy who, after witnessing the horrors of war, realized he needed to stop it, no matter the cost. He didn't have to lose a friend or a family to understand this needed to stop. Children needed to stop dying.

Everyone around him abandoned him. His parents, the grown ups around him - every single one of them - used him as a tool. He raised himself, without having to rely on anyone else. The coup was going to cause massive damage, or so he was made to believe, because no one would listen to him if he disagreed with them. He had the "freedom" to choose whether he would carry out the massacre or not. Because whether he did or not wasn't going to change the end result. Danzo was going to kill people anyway. If not him, someone else would have done it. The only thing that he could change was that he would spare Sasuke's life.

For someone whose psyche was irrevocably damaged after witnessing the world war, being a Shinobi, and watching death too closely from a young age (he killed the first person when he was 4), Itachi knew the importance of life all too well. And more importantly, he would want to protect the person he loved the most from the worst - the worst in the eyes of someone who was already familiar with the emptiness and hollowness the death brought was, nothing but death itself. He was psychologically conditioned since his childhood to view death as the absolute worst. Worse than what he put Sasuke through.

And no, he was not proud of what he did. He was not proud to put Sasuke through hell.

He was not good at expressing himself. Because he had never expressed himself before except for the brief joy whenever he was around Sasuke. He watched Shisui kill himself right before his eyes, and the next day he was spending quality time with Sasuke. He didn't lose control until he was accused of killing him.

But this is where he lets go of his feelings for a little while. This is the sadness of someone who knows what he's done. His purpose in this life is to protect his home and his brother from the evil that might befall them. Everything for him has ended. Anything beyond this moment, stretching as long as it does, will be extra.

This is immediately after he leaves Sasuke. Proud of himself? No. The sky is covered in red. It signifies the blood he spilled. His crimes will haunt him for the rest of his life.

He could have left Sasuke without traumatizing him, without saying a word. But he knew how much Sasuke loved him. He would chase him. Question things. And then, what if Sasuke found out the truth? What if Sasuke went against the Leaf and tried to avenge his clan? Danzo had already threatened Itachi what that impertinence from Sasuke would result into. He was leaving his little brother in a place filled with wolves and vultures who had just made him murder his own parents. How was he supposed to have tiniest bit of faith in them? He wanted to give Sasuke a purpose to live, even if it was revenge. He wanted Sasuke to kill him. And he wanted Sasuke to not feel guilty while he did it.

Believe it or not, it's not someone who had fun or had no regrets watching his brother fall apart because of him. He hardly ever cried in his life, and this is one of those moments.

Upon joining the Akatsuki, he was too deep in the world politics where the Village, Sasuke, and the Shinobi world - their civilization, basically - was at stake. He stood between the Akatsuki and the world. It's his death that prompted the Akatsuki to finally attack his home.

Itachi devoted himself to Sasuke completely, selflessly. He was not openly sentimental but he wasn't without sentiments. What do you think made him prolong his excruciatingly painful life forcefully until the end? His ego? His pride? No. His guilt.

This is not the look of a criminal who was proud of the things he did. He lived for Sasuke. He was dying for him. His purpose was complete in this world. Sasuke had friends who loved him. Who wouldn't give up on him, wouldn't hurt him the way he (Itachi himself) had done. I personally don't think he saw his death as some sort of liberation from life or the torture he went through. He saw it as his last service towards Sasuke. He knew even his death, him giving up everything for him, couldn't make up for the things he'd done to Sasuke. His hope was in the friendship between Sasuke and Naruto. That's why he'd met Naruto before his death. He was happy and relieved to know that at least someone else would look after the brother he loved when he's gone.

Mind you, none of his actions are 'justified'. They don't deserve to be condoned because that's not what Itachi's character is in first place. He himself wouldn't agree with people who deify him. When talking about fictional characters, I don't look for justifications either. I don't have to agree with their decisions or morals. All of Itachi’s actions, justified or not, make sense. They're explainable, not excusable. I'm not into the characters who do nothing offensive so that their fans can take a moral high ground because feeling validated with fictional characters is more important.

Itachi is a complex character, probably the most complex in the series, because he's a walking paradox. He can't be considered as a complete hero or a villain. When did he get to be either of that? His intent was noble but his actions were not. He's not a hero. Or is he a hero?

He's a victim. He's a story that should have been remembered by everyone, but instead his blood-soaked tale has been thrown away because it shows the world a mirror about a 12-13 year old child who was sacrificed because of the adults' spinelessness and incompetence.

This is long, I know. If you read it this far, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

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[To the haters: I did not write this for you to rant about how he's a horrible person and all. Please go where you'll be heard. If you really want to self-insert in his place and think you'd have done better, by all means flee. Make the world a better place.]

#itachi #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #itachi deserved better #look at those perfect eyelashes of him in the first cap #i'd had a headache for days and am feeling better after writing this long piece #he's truly my comfort character #a morally gray character doesn't amount to being morally corrupted #i probably had to write more but i can't think of it right now #next time maybe #mine #pro itachi

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witchofthesouls · 11 months

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tfp idea, or in which the autobots find starscream with a hissy, squrimy beastformer sparklings (preferably a dromeosaurs of some kind), and get shock that starscream is actually very soft and good with babies.

(Okay, this is the initial scene where a few 'bots + Miko meets Starscream and his dinos. Do they agree with his methods? No. Is it effective and far less traumatizing than it could go? Definitely.

So the babies are babies to Cybertronians. Weird ones but still babies. But absolutely huge compared to humans. )

"Hey, guys, you're not going to believe what I found!"

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Miko was perched upon Bulkhead’s shoulder, watching the epic battle between two metal mini-behemoths. A crocodilian and a raptor circled each other in the dirt. The raptor’s tail twitched, the long panels lining it and along its arms rippled and fanned in a strange amalgamation between feathers and scales. The crocodile rumbled in response, slower than its nimble opponent but far heavier as they were engaged in the ancient art of tug-of-war.

The oil drum between them groaned in protest, bending out of shape from the pressure.

"Scree!" Even across the empty field, the cry was absolutely ear-piercing as the reluctantly coaxed patient squirmed in Starscream’s grip and upon the makeshift medical station of a flattened boulder.

“Hush now. It’s a check-up. It won’t hurt.” It was hard to believe that not only Starscream went rogue, but somehow, someway became a daddy to dinos, but even as a witness, she never thought the Decepticon could have an almost gentle tone.

“Scree!”

“Must you hover us?” Ratchet was curt, hands trying to reach over.

“My hovering, as you put it, is the only thing keeping your servos whole and not a chew toy.” Starscream snapped. Despite the warnings of Decepticon lies, Miko absolutely believed him. That may be the shortest Cybertronian she’d seen, limbs rounded and armor far more simple than the others, even the horns were stubby upon the small helm with the longer set curving over a chubby face, but in the distance, Miko could spot the jutted and jagged fangs out of that mouth and the intense, slitted stare on Ratchet’s hands.

At that point, the barrel gave up and tore apart, bleeding chunks of Energon crystals, which the metal dinosaur babies, Miko had no other way to detail them, began to wolf down.

Ratchet immediately pressed his advantage when the dragon kid’s gaze turned away.

This, Miko firmly thought, was the coolest student exchange ever.

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Ratchet found the ports along the sparkling’s neck, digits jacking into them, and her struggles died as he used medical overrides to access everything.

If she didn’t like him before, then this cemented it.

“Sta-scree!” Her mouth was crowded by denta and it caused a lisp, but that word was definitely understandable as she utterly tried to reject Ratchet and dug deep into Starscream’s EM field, frightened and angry.

The other two sparklings heard the fear and immediately abandoned the treats, but partway through the charge, their energy flagged as they both dropped to the ground.

“Right on schedule,” Starscream commented.

“You drugged them!?” Ratchet hounded, even as he brought up the sparkling’s firewalls and anti-virals and scanned her entire systems, looking for damage from the insistent diet of raw crystals and ores. Surprisingly, nothing.

“I wasn’t going to let your troops bumble into my hideout, and you weren’t going let me into your base.” Starscream hissed back, wingspan flaring, even as his field twanged and curled over the distressed sparkling, trying to soothe her from the first medical check up- a real one, at least. “This was the compromise I could come up with at short notice. Tempest understands. The other two? Not so much. So they can have a full tank and a short nap or reinforced muzzles and inhibitor collars, and only one of those options is acceptable to me.”

As much as it galled him, the flyer was right. These three were unlike any sparklings Ratchet had treated: highly mobile in their alt-modes and capable of using their provided weaponry. It may not be transformative systems of blasters and swords, but Bulkhead could testify to the crocodile’s powerful bite force as it tried to wrestle the toy away and they’ve seen the raptor’s use of its large, deadly talon on its strange pede as it gouged trees, rockfaces, and steel.

The sparklings he was used to were far more dependent on caretakers and slow to develop their systems and frames.

Tempest sniffled between them, and their standoff was interrupted by the all-clear and completed updates he received.

“With the limitations you had, she needed only minor updates and is fully functional.” It wasn’t an apology, but it was close enough and Starscream tensely nodded.

“Get ready to step away when you disengage.”

The moment he released her systems, Ratchet immediately backed up, just in time for that serrated denta to miss him. Tempest hissed and transformed back into her Predacon alt-mode, darting to Starscream’s side with her wingspan raised high and wide, pink optics blazing.

First visits were always the worst. Hopefully, the other two would stay asleep.

#ask #a sunny dragonix on a stroll #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #starscream #ratchet #miko nakadai #bulkhead #sparklings #bitlets #cybertronian biology #maccadam #My writing #parental relationship #starscream's questionable parenting choices #but then again decepticon standards are very skewed #anyone curious: predacon and utahraptor and deinosuchus

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sailor-hufflepuff · 1 year

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I’ve been musing more on my villain binge. As a teenager, I DID NOT GET why so many people liked villains. I wanted a knight in shining armor, treat me right, get along with my mama boy in real life, so why would I want something different for the fictional heroines I lived vicariously through?

Zutara was my first “villain ship”, although I would have passionately argued at the time that Zuko wasn’t a villain, he was an antagonist - not evil, but a child soldier who had been brainwashed into believing he was truly helping the world.

I found the similarities between him and Katara fascinating. The loss of their mothers, their love for their nations, the absolute conviction in doing what they believe is right… the way that, even fighting, they were equals.

Fast forward a few years to Loki. How an abused child desperate for attention did something half prank, half sincere attempt to protect his people from Thor’s wildly unprepared rule spun out of control in ways beyond his ability to handle. The psychotic break that came from his discovery of his true parentage in the worst possible way. I myself had a mental breakdown when I was seventeen when I discovered the truth of my own birth, so that struck me especially hard.

Then in “The Avengers” he was so OBVIOUSLY not in control. The blue eyes. The rote recitation. The signs of torture. The way his “master plan” involved being as obvious a target for the heroes as possible. This was not a villain, this was a victim desperately trying to mitigate the damage he was being forced to do.

Kylo Ren - Ben Solo - took me a while. I was pretty unsympathetic with him at first; I don’t care if your parents fought a lot when you were a kid, that’s no reason to turn into a Nazi. And then it was revealed exactly what Snoke did to him - he’d been hearing voices in his head SINCE UTERO. He could sense everyone’s thoughts and feelings and knew that they were afraid of him, but was too little to know why. He found out that he was the grandson of the second greatest evil thr galaxy had ever known - and that his family had lied to him about it. (See above mental breakdown at 17). And then his parents sent him away, his uncle tried to kill him, and in the ensuing fight everyone he knew turned on him. Where else could he go, but to the voice in his head promising safety?

Once again, this is not a villain. This is a victim, trapped in a nightmare, being used as a tool by a madman to cause harm, and suffering for it

Finally, the Darkling. I’ve written on this topic before, and so have so many other better skilled than I, so I’ll keep it simple. I don’t understand how we are supposed to view the leader of an oppressed minority, trying to prevent the genocide of his people, as a bad guy. Especially when he’s spent the past seven hundred years trying to do things the peaceful way, only to fail again and again and again. What choices did he really have? His actions were acts of war, and arguably caused the least loss of life possible.

So now, I see posts decrying women who ship villains. They say we’re supporting abuse. They say we’re taken in by a pretty face. They say that we’re just rebellious teenage girls, and when we grow up we’ll know better.

My experience was the opposite. As a teenager I was so obsessed with black and white morality, with being a good person, that I couldn’t see the nuances. I couldn’t see that often, the villains were right. I had no grace for those whose lives gave them few choices.

There are still villains I don’t like. Most, actually. Those who kill or hurt for fun. Those in it for their own power and gain. Those who take their pain and lash out against the universe with no cause. Bullies. I don’t like them. I don’t ship them. But I don’t judge people who do, because I don’t know what story they’re seeing. What traumatic event their identifying with. What injustice the villain is trying to correct that they have to deal with in their everyday lives.

We come to fiction for different reasons. Maybe we want a way to explore our pain. Maybe we’re looking for an escape from a dark world. Maybe we feel powerless, and want to live vicariously through someone powerful. Maybe we’ve suffered, and want to see a world where abusers are punished. Maybe we just want to look at pretty people.

All are equally valid. All should be respected. There is a place for all of us in this wonderful online world of fandom, and no one should EVER be belittled for what they like in fiction.

Because you know what? Fiction is first and foremost ENTERTAINMENT, and sometimes the villains have the best stories.

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sailorsplatoon · 3 months

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what does the rest of the splatoon think of 4 and acht dating

Before I start, here's a quick summary of the pronouns I'll be using for each of the agents:

Agent 8: He/him

Captain 3: She/her

Neo 3: It/It's

Agent 4: They/Them

Eight supports them 100%. He's an absolute sucker for romance and he got to see it blossom first hand since he was in the elevator when Four climbed the spire and whitnessed the two slowly fall in love. (If anyone reading this has no idea what I'm talking about, you can check out my post on it here.) Eight and Marina act as Acht's wingmen, trying to encourage them to confess their feelings for Four. (Pearl does the same for Four.)

Captain 3 is on edge around Acht. She remembers being controlled by Tartar vividly and is worried that Marina's Memverse plan might not have worked as well as she thought it did. When Captain was sanitized she couldn't do anything to fight it, so how could some code made it go away entirely? What if Acht is just trying to take advantage of Four having been greyscaled? What if they're plotting something malicious? Her suspicion never really goes away, but it does fade over time. Her main goal is just to protect those she cares about.

Neo 3 had never met Four before Side Order, so it didn't have any connection to Four. It and Four sort of become playful rivals and will often purposefully be on opposite teams in turf war and ranked matches. It likes Acht, but is a little bit afraid of them. It thinks Acht is really intimidating. Regardless, Neo 3 supports their relationship and likes to joke about how it's friend is dating a zombie.

Callie is just happy that Four found a partner. She'd been trying to set them up with someone for a while and is excited to see that they've finally found someone who makes them happy. She thinks it's cool that Acht is a musician and wants to collab sometime. She organizes a monthly game night amongst her friends and was very excited to invite Acht (against Captain's wishes).

Marie feels similar to Captain in that she's suspicious of Acht. Both her and Captain exchange paranoid theories about Acht's true intentions that gradually become more and more convoluted. As the two get to know Acht better and let their guards down, their theories turn into a running inside joke rather than real suspicion.

Cuttlefish is... trying his best. He can be insensitive at times by saying things like "You know I was almost put in the sludge that telephone used to control your partner." He doesn't realize that he's just bringing back traumatic memories for Acht and making it awkward for everyone else (especially since only Eight was supposed to be in the sludge, he was just sort of there). Four is trying to teach him not to say that kind of stuff.

Deep Cut, while not a part of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, would likely end up meeing Four and Acht since Marie is their boss. They're really competitive, especially Shiver and Frye. Frye will often say things like "You two may be big shots in Inkopolis but in Splatsville we're the kings. Don't forget that." in hopes of indimidating Four and Acht. Shiver will just give them mean looks. Four thinks it's super cool and Acht just finds it funny. Really Shiver and Frye feel thretened by the fact that Acht is a musician and they don't want Big Man working with a different artist again. Big Man is embarrassed by how they act and often aplogizes for them, despite the fact that Acht and Four don't mind.

I probably went into more detail for this than I had to, but it was fun! Thank you for the ask!!!

#side order #side order spoilers #acht splatoon #ahato mizuta #agent 4 #agent 4 side order #Dedfour #Acht x Agent 4 #asks #ask box

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boreal-sea · 3 months

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I found this to be an even-keeled look at Israel's assault on Gaza. It's a rough listen, but in my opinion, Johnston manages to avoid antisemitism while still being extremely (and fairly) critical of the government of Israel and the IDF. If you haven't watched the show before, it's usually a comedy news show. Despite the humor he always has references for everything he says. This episode is understandably less comedic, though not completely devoid of his brand of humor, and just as carefully researched - there's a reason it's taken him this long to discuss the issue. He also has a really good track record of calling out antisemitism in his past videos as well.

The very first section is "Do you condemn Hamas?" so he gets that out of the way right off the bat: yes, of course he condemns Hamas, they committed war crimes, and he calls them such.

The next sections discuss common arguments that get brought up when discussing how Israel and the IDF are handling the current conflict. Personally, even someone who fully supports the existence of Israel as it is currently will find these sections reasonable, well-researched, and horrifying condemnations of the actions Israel and the IDF are taking.

Your feelings about the state of Israel may affect your feelings about section 8, "Israel has a right to exist/defend itself". If you're very pro-Israel, you may find this section upsetting.

In the 8th section, Johnston describes Israel as "invading" and "occupying" Palestine. Which, yeah. The modern state of Israel was in fact formed via the invasion of the region: hundreds of thousands of Palestinians were kicked out of their homes or killed, their property and land was seized, and a Jewish ethnostate erected in their stolen houses. That's just a fact of history. It's a horrifying fact, but it's a fact.

Israel is still occupying land and property that rightfully belongs to Palestinians, many of whom are still alive. This happened in the 50's, it wasn't that long ago. Their children and grandchildren are very much alive, meanwhile the government of Israel continues to take land and property that belongs to Palestinians. This is also an undeniable fact.

Personally, Johnston makes extremely good points in this section about how Israel has been controlling literally every single thing going on in Gaza, and that despite the fact Israel claimed it wasn't occupying Gaza, that it very much was still an occupation. Genuinely, I had no idea how much control Israel had over Gaza; it's absolutely inhumane the things it was doing, even before Oct 7th. Through this lens, Johnston tackles the claim that Israel is just doing "self defense", and argues that this doesn't really make much sense, since Gaza is basically Israel's hostage.

There's a lot more to this video. I recommend watching it, but not if you're going to be upset by it. Mentally traumatizing yourself is not activism.

#Youtube

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yum-grass · 6 months

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Cringe is dead

Ninjago oc

Name: Archibald “Archie” montano (garmadon)

Master of smoke

Parents

Mom: koko montano (she was so cool in the movie so I just gave her a new surname

Father: cringe is dead it’s lord garmadon

Half brother: Lloyd garmadon

Backstory

Rased by ex-war lord koko master of smoke with no idea of who his dad was, one day he hurt he’s mom really bad got scared and ran away at around age ten

Wu found him getting the absolute FUCK out of him after picking a fight he could NOT win

And he was brought to the monastery to train (unknown to wu that they were related)

I’m thinking of giving him a fan season ether in the of series or the new one but I’m kinda leaning towards dragons rising

Because he has a daughter in dr so I wand to get her decently traumatized you know

For character development

Silly fun facts!!

- when Kai first joins the team he mistook Archie for a girl and the whole “hey armin~ “ TikTok sound commenced

- Is like really dark and mysterious when in gi but otherwise is completely decked in pastels

- (Dragons rising)His adopted daughter is the master of mirrors (get it…. Smoke and mirrors… haha…okay)

- Smokes

- not cigarettes specifically bc it’s a kids show lol

- But like literally just exhales smoke sometimes

- Tired™️

- Stayed behind to un hook Lloyd from the wall in that one episode

- Bitten by the grate devourer while chasing Lloyd down(idc if it’s not plausible I just like parallels)

I also made fannon accurate ship names lol (i don’t really ship him with anyone specifically but I just got bored)

Zane x Archie - black ice

Jay x Archie - Thunder

Jay x Nya x Archie - thunder storm (bc it adds rain… I’ll stop)

Zane x Cole x Archie - monochrome

Zane x pixel x Archie - steampunk

Nya x Archie - rain clouds

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nedsseveredhead · 3 months

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Ned Im on my hands and knees tell me everything about Rena

CRIES NATE I LOVE YOU....

Okay disclaimer first Rena is sooooo self indulgent like. Deeply mary sue oc that i have stuck into canon events because im already cringe enough to make a one piece oc i might as well go all out on it. I deeply deeply hope this doesnt show up in any actual op tags but if it does i Apologize please just scroll by fjdnxnx

OKAY SO DONQUIXOTE RENA.... Is the daughter of Rosinante and a different less important oc named Seraphima. Rosi is the brother of a major one piece villain named Doflamingo. Theres like a whole arc i wont get into cause its not important for this mess but Doflamingo killed their father like. Right infront of Rosi when they were kids. Rosi ran away and was found by the Fleet Admiral of the marines, Sengoku. Sengoku raised Rosi like a son. Later on when Rosi is older he is sent on an undercover mission to take down his brother. During that he finds the young traumatized character Law, redirects all his energy into saving and protecting him. Which he does but Doflamingo kills him for it.

SO WITH THAT BRIEF RUNDOWN OUTTA THE WAY. Rosi left on his mission to take down Doflamingo shortly after Rena was born. This was to be his last job as a marine, then hed retire and raise his daughter with his wife and all would be great. Obviously this did not happen. However, Doflamingo didnt know Rosi had a family- if he did he probably would have hunted them down and killed them too. So to prevent this, Renas mom changed their last name to hers and enlisted Rena into the marines so she could be on the "good" side. She became Sengokus like.. right hand, being his basically granddaughter and all. And she was a prodigal shot too. She rose through ranks and made a name for herself pretty fast.

But she was very conflicted about the whole thing. She knew of her father, probably wrote to him or spoke to him on the phone (the snail???). But she never met him. The first time she ever actually saw him in flesh was his funeral. And yes Doflamingo did that, and she deeply hates him for it. But also.... Who the hell sends a new father on a mission like that? She cant help but feel that its the marines fault she never got to meet him. Just as much as its Doffys. And that feeling only intensified when Doflamingo was welcomed under the Marines wing as a warlord, and she just had to sit silently and accept that. Over the years too, since she was always by the fleet admirals side, she heard a lot more of the marines less heroic dealings. Like defending slavers in Sabaody (which is also the first she ever really started to look at Kidd and Killer hehehe). All of this culminated in the war at Marineford, where she just couldnt accept this absolutely useless war where marines were slaughtering a man who just wanted his son back. So when Shanks showed up to stop it, she approached him and offered anything she could give to just have a lift to the next island. Shanks loves raggedy ass kids so he was like lol yeah and smuggled her outta Marineford. Thus she gained her first poster, not a wanted poster at all but a missing poster for Vulpes Rena. She hated it.

Anyway Shanks drops her off in the new world. Hes nice and all but he has no room for a newbie ex marine on his crew. Good luck kid! But that's fine, Rena had her eyes on joining the Heart Pirates, captained by Law. She recognized the name from some reports she found in Sengokus desk from her father. So she knows he has some kind connection, and she wants to know what it is. By some divine providence she does end up finding him, and convinces his first mate (my friends oc lol) to take her to him to talk. Law accepts her as soon as he finds out shes Rosis kid. Feels he owes it to her, since he kinda led to her dad dying and all.

The two end up with a sibling like relationship. Like refer to eachother as brother and sister, since Rosi was definitely adopting Law if all had gone according to plan. When Law leaves to face down Doflamingo, Rena follows because god damn it you are NOT telling her she cant get a punch in on the man who shot her dad. And she does get a shot in!!! And then promptly gets her ass handed to her cause like girl lmao. Still. Bonding time for her and Law lmao. Luffy eventually defeats Doffy and afterwards she takes her (Rosis) last name back. Shes Donquixote Rena, thank you very much!

In Wano her mission was to keep an eye on Basil and figute out what he was doing and thats when she met Killer officially ooooOooOOoooOo. Tbh im still working on that part in my official canon but idk they make out, get arrested, meet back up with Kidd, make out again. Etc

Lets see other Rena facts...

- She is so fucking clumsy. She inherited it from Rosi. Her crew makes her keep a life ring with her on deck cause she constantly topples over the edge and cant swim

- Shes a devil fruit user!! The Calm Calm fruit (also Rosis lmaooo) which means she can make anything in a radius around her or anything she touches completely soundless. Been trying to work out an Awakened version of it cause shes due for a powerup but cjdnd

- Shes a marksman/sniper! She has on her person at all times atleast two pistols, and will usually have her rifle "Silent Night"

- She eventually joins the Kidd Pirates to be with Killer (and Kidd) and is their ship doctor (she picked up a few things from Law and well... They cant do much worse)

- She loves pop music its so embarassing

- I gave her my fear of albatrosses. Get wrecked pirate girl

- she has a playlist but its a huuuuge work in progress lmao

UHM THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF RN.... If i ever find an oc ask thingy ill rb it and fill it out for her lmao but heres this for now thank you i love you

#im so genuinely sorry if this appears in any real tags outside of my blog #donquixote rena #SHES JUST MY SCRUNGLY

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tcplnyteens · 10 months

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Review: The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novik

The Golden Enclaves is the third and last book in Naomi Novik’s Scholomance trilogy. I reviewed the first book, A Deadly Education, a few weeks ago. I did read the second book in the series, The Last Graduate, but I didn’t write a review for it before I read The Golden Enclaves. And to be honest, The Golden Enclaves was such a wild ride that I feel like I can’t properly do justice to The Last Graduate if I write a review for it now, so I’ll only be talking about The Golden Enclaves. This does mean that there will be some pretty major spoilers for both The Last Graduate and The Golden Enclaves, so proceed with caution!

The Golden Enclaves picks up right where the previous book left off. El and her friends have successfully executed their world-saving plan, made it out of the Scholomance, and killed off most of the monsters in the world, but at a cost: Orion is now trapped in the Scholomance, floating in the void. Grieving and traumatized, El turns around and marches right back into the Scholomance, but all is not how she left it, because being trapped in the Scholomance has changed Orion. El, Aadhya, Liu, and Liesel (the newest addition to their group) set off on an epic quest to find a cure for Orion. On her journey to save her friend, El uncovers terrifying truths about enclaves, the creation of maw-mouths, Orion’s past, and her own family. El and her friends must overcome all odds to prevent an all-out war between the enclaves of the world.

The Golden Enclaves was an absolute roller-coaster of an adventure. The plot twists and revelations one after the other as well as the gripping story made this book impossible to put down. It was so satisfying how Novik tied up loose ends, building on clues and connections from the first two books that I hadn’t noticed to lead to an absolutely thrilling climax. I appreciated how much Novik lives up to the old adage “Show, don’t tell.” Whereas some books rely on rambling monologues and inner turmoil to push the reader to feel certain emotions, The Golden Enclaves shows you how to feel perhaps a little too well. It was absolutely horrifying (to say the least) when I finally found out the secret behind enclaves, maw-mouths, and Orion’s family. Even though the book does explore El’s inner struggle, it’s never overdone or dragged on, leaving the reader to form their own emotional response. Because of how expertly the plot of this book tied into those of the first two books to build up to the final conflict, I wasn’t resentful at all at the happy ending. After everything the characters went through and discovered, I thought they deserved it. And after investing so much emotional energy into this series, I thought I deserved to see a happy ending as well.

Something I’ve come to appreciate over the course of this trilogy is the author’s ability to create powerful and morally gray characters. Even though El plays the role of the stereotypical chosen one, she is not painfully modest or self-deprecating and knows exactly what she’s capable of. I’ve read so many stories where the main character is either wracked with self-doubt or just doesn’t even acknowledge their own power, so it was refreshing to finally see a main character who is aware of their own capabilities. And despite El’s confidence in her powers, she’s never arrogant, she understands her own limits and shortcomings, and she knows to rely on her friends. This already sets her apart from many other fictional heroes and makes the entire book more mature and realistic, because as a reader, I always get super annoyed when the main character is unable to get out of their own head and be practical. El, on the other hand, is the epitome of practical. She is affected by grief and trauma just like a regular person, but she is also smart and able to think through her decisions—or at least choose to surround herself with people whom she can rely on to stop her from being reckless. The maturity with which this book approaches these ultra-powerful characters allows the author to explore the stickier, more complicated sides of the situation. When a character is already so powerful, whether or not to use their abilities become a question of morality, which El struggles with throughout the books. I loved how her mother is a huge influence on her development, and how El chooses to take the same path her mother did, despite the two of them being so different, because she finally realizes what she truly wants.

Speaking of morality aned ethics, this book also does a great job at dealing with morally gray characters. The main conflict of The Golden Enclaves is basically a magical reimagining of the trolley problem: given the choice, would you choose to sacrifice one person to guarantee the safety of your family? Or would you choose to take the moral high ground and watch as your children are slaughtered by monsters? There’s no one “bad guy” in this book, which makes it so much easier to become invested in the story. Ophelia Lake, the main antagonist of this book, has done some pretty unspeakable things, but her actions are still understandable, because she’s just doing what everyone else is—trying to survive and protect her loved ones. This is actually more relatable and understandable than the typical villain with a sad backstory, because most people would do anything to protect their families.

Overall, this book was an absolutely wild and amazing conclusion to the Scholomance trilogy. The story is original, well-paced, and gripping, and the characters are just as snarky, smart, and fun as they have been for the first two books. Novik has created an incredible fantasy world with a magic system that is unique, intriguing, and oddly realistic. The Golden Enclaves was a truly fitting end to this unforgettable trilogy.

~Tania

#tcpl #books #book review #library #ya #ya fantasy #naomi novik #the scholomance #a deadly education #the golden enclaves #the last graduate #el higgins

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ladyzirkonia · 11 months

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The Crossing

This one is for you my beloved @lightwise. I wrote my thoughts down while the episode was released and decided to take some screenshots. Not profread just copied the text and added the pictures.

This is still one of my all time favorite episodes.

Well, first of all, the scenery, the planet, the colors, the music that really appealed to me. You have to know that as a geologist I love deserts and sandstone formations. Unfortunately we don't have much of that in Europe, I was in America for three weeks once, that was the most wonderful thing I've experienced from a geological point of view.

Back to geology. The mine and that mineral they're supposed to extract. Needless to say, I would be there right away? Super interesting, I would of course pee my pants with fear, but what the heck. That sounds like an adventure to my taste.

I can't stop staring at Tech's tight Star Wars ''jeans''. This episode it's even a bit dustier and dirtier from the environment. Please don't blame me! (Where the thirst started ;))

I just have to mention again how beautiful these sandstone formations are. I read somewhere that someone wrote about Space Utah and I think that's 100% correct.

(And just a random Sergeant picture for you, because he's hot and we can, look at this man.)

And then comes the absolute lion king moment! That can only be intentional, right? I was really scared for a moment because I associated the scene so closely with The Lion King. It was one of my favorite movies as a kid and the scene where Mufasa dies still makes me cry sometimes. I mean, those critters literally look like space antelopes, don't they?

Oh man and I felt SO sorry for Wrecker! How heartless Tech sent him back down to get the Ipsium. ''What about protecting me?'' I just wanted to shout I protect you. And again a very uneasy feeling watching the animals trample over him, maybe that traumatized me more than I thought as a child.

And how Tech then just take the container himself, hello? I mean we already talked about him being a good fighter just like his brothers. But you're just not used to the autistic nerd being so physically fit. That's pretty hot. (Edit: Still a shrimp, we love it)

And the next argument between Tech and Wrecker. It's hard to defend Tech because he's really acting like an ass. You can tell how depressed Omega is in this situation and Hunter is just trying to hold everything together. I really feel sorry for him because I can't imagine he's doing really well, but as a parent, you always have to hold back your emotions. But isn't it clear here that the group has been thrown off balance? That they obviously care that Echo is gone, as some have complained after the last episode?

''What is your issue'' really wanted to make me scream.

And Omega's angry face afterwards. I just want to jump in and smooth things out. I mean it's nothing new that kids get traumatized in Star Wars. Boba didn't exactly have the dream childhood either, but I don't think it was worked out anywhere and thought about it, it's so wonderful.

And props to Wrecker I had to laugh SO MUCH as he looks at Tech afterwards and shakes his head in slight disappointment after she left just wonderful, so many little details anyway and the facial expressions just lovely.

And then comes THE moment. I mean this man just doesn't hesitate for a second and jumps after Omega, into the dark, into the unknown, he could just die but he doesn't hesitate. I'm just so speechless, if this isn't even a complete unconditional love father/brother moment I don't know what is.

It just seemed to me, but the way Hunter looked after they both fell, it felt like he could really sense that something was wrong and that they were both in danger, which I found really interesting.

The cave they end up in is so beautiful. But apart from that, I would have died of fear if I had been pulled under the water like that. And the moment when Tech is on the ground and lifts his goggles slightly to let water run out, another cute little detail!

And then comes the conversation, I don't even know if I want to go into all of this here, you could probably write an essay about that alone. I'll just sum it up, it was wonderful, it touched me and I think a lot of people who can identify with it did too. That there isn't just one way to express your feelings, that just because you don't show obvious feelings doesn't mean you don't have any or don't care. Most of the time when I'm feeling really bad I don't talk to anyone and you might think the same thing that I don't care about anyone and don't care, but that assumption couldn't be more wrong. I feel for Tech, I feel his words, I think that's one of the best lines of the season as well as his ''Understanding you does not mean I agree with you'' from season one. I'm jealous that despite everything he can express exactly how he feels, that he doesn't know how to feel about the changes.

And the first time, the first time they say they're a family, not just a squad, and Tech confirms it, that made me so happy. The scene is so beautifully acted, the facial expressions are so good. How Tech falters in the meantime and struggles for words, not at all self-confident and precise as usual. That made me so happy.

I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you. The sentence!!! And if he feels that way about Echo, how about Crosshair? His brother, who he's known since they were little? I'm crying! I really can't wait to see you all again Crosshair, it's getting so emotional!

And that it's just Tech who is allowed to shoot the Ipsium, no, not Hunter but Tech, how he holds the blaster with both hands, yes, we already had the topic of weapons, but that's just hot too. Now imagine some target practice with Tech or Crosshair, or best of all with both, I'd be a nervous wreck!

Did I mention that Tech sometimes walks a bit stacked, like a giraffe? It's hilarious, I had to remember that Penny once called Sheldon a giraffe. These tall, lanky nerd boys, I'm in love. (Here comes the shrimp again!)

And the perfect ending as Omega just uses Tech's words to keep morale up and he gives her a slight smile. Bonding mission successfully completed I would say!

Lot's of love and may the force be with you my space sister.

#the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #the crossing #zirkonia rambles #zirkonias edits #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #family bonding time #space utah

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