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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Since you wrote dee and Bee as adults drabble will you be doing the same for shank’s daughter

I gotcha! Had this brewing for a bit but hope you like it!

Vivian As A Adult

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• Vivian set off on her own, wanting to be like her Idol Monkey D. Luffy- The Pirate King.

• Being trained by The world's current best Gunman and a Yonko had some extreme benefits. She was training to be the Best Gunner in the world. However no one really paid much attention to that- It was more that she was a pretty girl who looked fairly similar to a famous Emperor of the sea.

• She set out on her own at 17, wanting to get a head start on her pirate career... which had started out as sort of a flop-

• No one wanted her on their crew, both out of fear of what it could lead to from her father and doubts about her abilities. Assuming she must be a spoiled brat with her ego inflated-

• And truth be told- Vivian was terrible with money... horrible infact- She went broke in less then a month and with bleeding pockets didn't know where to turn-

• Till she stumbled on a old acquaintance- non other then her former childhood crush Dracule Alucare- He had recognized her immediately and bought her a meal. The two talking and agreeing to temporarily join together- Especially since

• Both their navigation skills were lacking however and it didn't take long to find trouble again- This time by Alucares old 'Ex' who thoroughly beat his ass {Literally} and took the ship captive.

• Knowing if both of them were captured it would lead to trouble, so Vi being small enough to take cover on the ship and watched Alucare get taken. Knowing he wouldn't be killed off that quickly especially since Lyra seemed to have a vendetta against him and wanted to prolong it.

• So once sure the coast was clear she set off to rescue Alucare and make sure they didn't get killed.

• Weeding through the security to make sure it was light for the escape. She met up with Alucare and a grew of blue haired twins- Later learning they were The Buggy Twins.. Which sounded familiar but she didn't want to think too much on it.

• The teenagers managing a narrow escape from the Marines and setting off to the sea- truthfully without a true plan and only wanting to save their own asses-

• "Where is my Bounty?!" She said screamed looking over the stack of new wanted posters that had been delivered- it had been a week since the Marine Ship incident and Vivian didnt see a wanted poster for herself anywere! Groaning into the table as she felt the papers being yanked from her hands.

Alucare looking over the posters and snorting a laugh. She glared at her peer as he stared at her..

• Despite all of this, Vivian is probably the best marksman of this era- A true devil in her craft as she can hit any target bullseye. The Marines hadn't forgotten her nor her abilties on the navel ship being forgotten... as it seemed the reason the ship seemed to quiet was that the Marines later found 63 men with perfect bullet holes in their forehead well stashed away on the ship.

"Maybe you have too low of a Bounty?-" Alucare teased, earning a harsher glare from the red head who smacked him in the head with a spoon which he got pelted with perfectly on thw forehead-.

Clearly wanting to mess with her as he reached into his shirt picket and slammed down his own, Vi snatching it quickly and damn near hissed as she read the paper-

'GOLD GAZE' ALUCARE

Updated Bounty: Formally 50,000,000 Berry

Wanted Dead or Alive

Current Bounty: 85,000,000

'Gold Gaze' Seriously?" Vivian sighed at the choice of Nickname. Alucare shrugging as well-

"Well I didn't pick it.." He defended, the twins now coming up to see what the commotion was all about. Alucare sharing his wanted poster with them-

"Not Bad!" Bee said and him and Alucare shared a high five- Weirdly the two seemingly growing close in a chaotic lawful and chaotic evil sort of way..

"Your guys bounty is higher" Alucare pointed out which Dee shrugged at.

"Yeah but you got a better Nickname then us-" Dee said- As the three repeated 'Gold Gaze' in a series of different voices. Vivian staring at them all like she was in a sick form of hell...

"I hate you guys..."

• Shanks of course keeps track of Vivian, even if she's out on his own he had eyes and ears everywhere.

• It seemed the marksman of the Pirates had made sure security was light-

He smiles brightly and starts to laugh hysterically- He didn't know if this was some sick form of Karma or the universe repeating itself-

However that morning it seemed to be the newspaper that informed him- Opening up he went to see what new thing was happening his eyes widening at what he saw.

New Pirates on the Scene!

🌅 The Sunset Pirates! 🌅

Marines say they disapeared and appeared with the rise and fall of the sun-

Including In the Crew-

- Dee Dee The Jester - 150,000,000 Berry

- Bee Bee The Joker - 150,000,000 Berry

- 'Gold Gaze' Alucare - 85,000,000 Berry

And New Pirate {Unknown Name- nicknamed}

'Crimson Shot' - 85,000,000 Berry

- Wanted Dead or Alive -

Shanks shook his head, recognizing his daughter's skills immediately and the rough sketch of her as well- He knew her identity would be revealed soon enough. However that didn't matter, if anything it would boost her credibility.

"Good Job Vi- You did it.."

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #one piece shanks #shanks one piece #dad shanks #red haired shanks #shanks #dracule alucare #buggy twins #Vivian one piece

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hannya-writes · 1 year

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When they saved you from a brothel (Luffy Edition)

Title: We can satiate your Hunger

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Luffy x prostitute!Reader

Other characters: None really

Category: adventure? Romance maybe? It's just Luffy being Luffy (?)

Warnings: Mention of slavery, violence, sex, I think... I'm not sure, but nothing explicit I guess. There's no smut in here, walk away, horny people!! (No wait come back!!)

Author's note: This is situated 6 years in the future because Idk, I wanted an older Luffy, at least when I wrote it I had that in mind but you can imagine this however you want! Also, this story was wrote with a female reader in mind.

You didn't started working there because you wanted.

When you were 15 your Mother/Father were sick and you wanted to help them.

You started cleaning the floors, washing dishes, serving the woman who needed help with make up or hairstyles.

The owner of the place tried to make you work for them as a prostitute, but you didn't wanted to.

So they started to pay less, at first just some berries. But those berries lost made you unable to pay for your parent medicine.

After a month without the medicine your parent started to feel worst and worst.

And like a balm, the brothel owner offered you a loan, just the right amount for the medicine.

And you thought the owner was a good person, that you would be able to pay back.

But one day some one robbed you and the owner give you more money.

In another occasion someone stole your clothes as it was drying in the sun, the owner gave you money to buy yourself some clothes.

You couldn't pay the owner back and somehow the loan got bigger and bigger until it became an impossible amount.

Then the owner offered a deal: You could pay working for them as a prostitute or he could turn you to the police for stealing.

That time there was no room for you to say no.

Since then they gave you a room, nice clothes and even a maiden to help you with everything you needed.

Close to no clothes, very tight clothes or the worst: Lingerie and a silk robe.

And you do what you are forced to do.

There are clients that are gentle but there are those who get violent, who creep you out, who enjoy when you say no.

It's a nightmare so you try to escape. At first you sneak out but get caught.

Then you jump from the window of your room, but the guards save you from a sure death.

When they realize that you are trying to kill yourself they start to drug you.

And that's the worst because then you can't leave, you need the drug if you don't have your dosage you start to feel ill. You feel like dying but without dying.

And then you just… give up.

Luffy

Luffy was not supposed to be there, he wasn't looking to get laid. However in the facade said "Pleasure house, we satiate your hunger"

So he entered, because he was hungry.

He just needed food since he got lost after a couple of hours after getting on the island.

They were there only to supply the ship with food and some other things needed.

Luffy being Luffy decided to explore and eventually got lost.

He saw the sign in the facade and entered. He sat there, asked for food and they served him some snacks and pineapple. Why were they giving him that? He didn't ask, it was food.

He saw you and… and nothing happened, because Luffy can't fall in love just from seeing a pretty face, he had seen the most beautiful woman alive naked and that didn't phase him.

However when the women of the house saw him, they started to throw themselves over him, they smiled and rubbed themselves on him but he didn't mind.

Since Luffy didn't pay attention to them, the women slowly, very slowly left him alone.

As you were serving wine to a client one of your friends let you know you could take a break. So you did.

Luffy can look like and act stupid, but he's good with social cues.

He notices the difference between the looks of the other woman and the way you looked at him at that moment.

Your eyes shine, there's a little smile in your painted lips… and your intentions, your intentions feel different. You didn't have lust in your eyes.

You were smiling because you found him cute and it was funny how he was eating all the snacks possible.

"Enjoying your food?" You ask him sitting by his side in the bar.

"Yeah, it's good," he answered while chomping on some meat.

"That's Lamb, it's very tender and juicy. You can try it with this" you handed him some sauce and he looked at you, directly to your eyes as if looking into your soul.

And he does, he actually sees through you and chooses to take your advice.

He hums in delight as he tries the meat with the sauce. He loves it.

That makes you giggle. You like how expressive he is.

"I'll leave you to your food" you told him and he nodded as you walked away.

Luffy followed you with his gaze for a moment before going back to his food.

Moments later the bartender started berating him about eating as if it was a restaurant.

Which only made Luffy ask "is this not a restaurant?"

"Of course not, this is a pleasure house!"

"But it says you can satisfy my hunger"

You giggled because there was no failure in his logic.

"Listen, if you are not taking one of our girls, we can't keep giving you food"

Luffy's hunger was so big he pointed at you like a toddler and say "I'll take her"

Suddenly you were in a room with a man who hadn't presented himself, who hadn't tried to get your attention and chose you out of the blue. Not only that he had taken away your break.

"You are rude, mister," you told him, seeing how he steadily ate everything.

"I'm no mister" he let you know with a mouthful of meat. "I'm Luffy"

You looked at him, having a feeling you had heard that name before. Thinking about it gave you a headache, but it also gave you the idea you had seen his face before.

But then again, you saw many men every day, hovering over you, calling your name. The faces blurred over time. Maybe you had served him before.

"I'm Y/n" you presented yourself looking at him ate. It made you think that maybe he had a weird fetiche with eating in front of women.

But he wasn't actually paying attention to you.

"Can I do something for you?" You asked, noticing that he had gotten fatter than before. Was that even possible?

You had seen him before, he had a lean body with nice muscles, six pack, and an attractive chest. He was a total hotty.

"What are you?" You asked surprised by what you were seeing.

"A gum gum man!" He said

"A what now?"

"I ate a devil fruit"

You looked at him mouth agape.

"I can stretch like gum!" He said and stretched one of his arms to put it over your head, ruffling your hair.

"What is a devil fruit? How do you do that? We're did you find that?" You were so surprised and saw him with such wonder that made Luffy look at you as if you were a weird bug.

"How do you not know that?" He asked "everyone knows about devil fruits"

You looked down embarrassed. You couldn't tell him the truth: You were being drugged and had lost parts of your memories, that faces blurred and the drug helped you forget the worst parts of your job.

"I just don't" you admitted but Luffy noticed your change in demeanor, so he solved your questions as he ate.

And when he got satisfied, he stood up, went to bed and fell asleep.

Now if he didn't want to have sex it was up to him, he was paying for your time anyway.

You laid in bed by his side and pinched his cheek and stretched it a little. It was funny. Looking after him you fell asleep.

2 hours later you woke up by the side of him but he wasn't fat anymore, he had the same toned body from when he entered the pleasure house.

You could touch it if you wanted, not everyday you had the luxury of having such a pleasure.

But instead of touching his very appealing body, your hand went through his hair, combing his soft black hair back.

His face was as attractive as the rest of his body but you enjoyed combing his hair, it gave you a warm sensation in your chest, a warmness that had nothing to do with sex.

"You're cute" he suddenly said and you noticed he was awake.

"Am I?" You teased caressing his face, slowly moving to his lips.

"But you know that" he added and you made a pout.

"I have to look good if I want clients" you said without thinking.

"Nee, why you do this?" Luffy said furrowing his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" You stopped combing his hair and it was his turn to pout like a child.

"Keep playing with my hair" he said, taking your hand to put on his head.

"Please" he added when you giggled at his order.

"Fine, but answer the question"

"You don't seem happy here, why do you stay?" Luffy asked as you combed his hair. You doubted for a moment

"I can't leave, I'm a slave" you stated with seriousness.

"a slave? But you are not in shackles" he frowned and you saw him for the first time as the man he was.

"Some people don't need shackles to be slaves" his face showed annoyance and you didn't like it, you liked him more when he smiled so you straddled him and bent down to kiss him.

His lips were soft and tasted like the pineapple he had eaten. Your tongue explored his mouth and he let you, barely moving his own tongue.

You separated to take a breath, thinking he had forgotten the topic.

"Are you comfortable being a slave?" He asked and you saw him surprised by how ineffective that kiss had been.

"I don't remember freedom," you confessed.

"What?" He was so perplexed it made you smile

"They make me take a drug that makes me forget things, I've forgotten my past"

He placed a hand on your cheek and his thumb made the motion of cleaning a tear, even if you weren't crying.

"You need help" he said and you laughed

"I have asked for help, I can remember it but I can feel it"

"Ask for my help"

"Can you help me?" You asked with apprehension

"I'm a pirate, I can do whatever I want!" He stated so confidently that made you giggle, it was like hearing a child but the man in front of you seemed to be in his early 20's

"Then take me away" you asked softly, playing along with him, voicing your real dreams out loud "I want to be a pirate and collect a handful of earth from every island in the world!" You stated confidently knowing you would probably forget about all of this.

"Why do you want a handful of earth? that's weird!" he said and you laid back by his side with your head in his chest only to extend a hand towards the ceiling, making a fist.

"Because then I'll have proof of every place I've been! There will be proof that I lived! Even if I forget, there will be proof of my actions!"

"It's weird tho!" He said and you laughed.

"You make me want to be free" you added.

"Then we should go!" He said standing suddenly like a spring.

His arm suddenly grew longer and wrapped around your waist before putting you over his shoulder.

"What the…?" Before you ended the sentence Luffy started running.

You panicked as he punched his way out of the pleasure house.

Luffy on the other side was laughing.

From the perspective of your friends, coworkers and clients, you were being kidnapped.

Only that when you were out of the pleasure house he ran back in.

Seconds later people started running away. Your friend, the staff, the bodyguards half beaten to death. In a couple of minutes everyone has left and a gigantic fist pierced the building making it crumble.

"Y/n! Let's go!" Luffy said as he came out of the clouds of dust.

"Luffy, that was awesome" you said, impressed by what you had just witnessed.

"Yeah, they deserve it, now where are the docks?"

"Oi Luffy! I told you not to go too far away!!" An angry woman yelled from the deck of a pirate ship when you got closer.

"We got just in time" Luffy announced as he jumped aboard carrying you bridal style and the red head looked at you with a questioning eyebrow.

'oh shit, is this the girlfriend?' you thought to yourself.

"Nee, Captain, who is this?" She asked as Luffy put you down.

"She's our new nakama, her name is Y/n" He said, putting you down.

"Nice to meet you, " you said, bowing to her.

"Oi, Luffy, why did you destroy that building?" A man with a long nose asked, making you jump at his sudden apparition.

"I'll tell you later, where is Chopper? I need him to check on Y/n" Luffy and the reindeer came out of his office leaving you speechless.

"Chopper we got a patient!" Someone guided you to the reindeer.

"Oh! Right… Y/n should I get a handful or earth!?" Asked Luffy with a shout making you turn towards him. He was smiling so widely that it was contagious.

"Yes, Luffy, Thank you!"

• • •

Coming soon: Zoro Edition

#one piece x reader #monkey d luffy x you #monkey d luffy x y/n #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #one piece situations #luffy being luffy #one piece #one piece fanfiction

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youcouldmakealife · 10 months

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SOTM: Erin/Julius, grudge match

For the prompt: Julius' exit from the Oilers

Julius was never going to stay. Erin doesn’t really know how anyone could have expected otherwise. Sure, she knows the expectation, that if you’re a franchise saviour you stay with the franchise, give it your all, saw that play out with Bryce even though fans acted like he was team whipping boy instead of franchise saviour half the time.

But the thing is, the Oilers have been beyond saving for the entire time Julius has been there. There’s only so much one guy can do, no matter how good they are. And Julius is so good, and he tries so hard. Everything he can do, he has done, nobody could say otherwise, doesn’t slack off on the ice in any game situation, works to win the team games. But they don’t win, most games. They don’t win, because they’ve got a mismanaged team and what the old boys club might call a loser culture. Nobody’s expecting to win games, the players included, and they’re usually right.

Erin’s not like, saying that out loud any time soon, but whatever. It’s true. She likes some of the Oilers as people, has a game buddy in Farmer’s girlfriend, who is one of the funniest people she’s ever met. She likes the city okay, close enough to pop in on mom and dad but far enough they don’t really pop in on her, except for the occasional visit when the Canucks come to town, because Jared’s indisputably their favourite child. There’s nothing personal about Julius’ decision to move on, on his end or hers.

Well, mostly. Erin’s never understood how Deslauriers has kept his job so long, considering he hasn't made the Oilers any better, but they’re not worse, not that that’s saying much. Unfortunately he’s still in charge of the whole operation, and she’s a teensy bit biased against him due to the whole being raging homophobe who tried to destroy her brother’s life because he was gay thing.

Like, just a smidge. Giving the TV the middle finger every time they show his face level. Julius has been smart enough never to introduce them level. Erin’s the only one allowed to destroy her brother’s life, and she sure as shit would never do that because of Bryce, who’s like, the best thing about Jared. By far Jared’s best life decision, full stop, was somehow winning over Bryce Marcus despite his horrible personality.

Well, after adopting Julius. Erin’s pretty grateful for that one, to be honest.

The summer before Julius’ contract expires, he goes into contract talks, though he has zero intention of staying. The talk is basically ‘thanks, but no thanks'.

Erin has no clue why it takes so many meetings to get that across; maybe they’re being too polite about it, or the Oilers are being a little too obtuse, because ‘no thank you’ is three words, as are ‘please trade me’. But after those talks end Oilers management doesn’t say anything to the media except that ‘they’re working on something that works for both parties’, which must be difficult, considering Julius’ current ask is ‘no amount of money will make me stay’, which she’s pretty sure is hard to match.

Or like. Maybe there is enough money. Theoretically, there could be a magic number of money. Like, a mindboggling amount of money might do it. But they haven’t offered him it. They’ve offered him fair value, market rate, but the thing about market value is that the market’s going to offer him that too, and testing the market means he doesn’t have to play for Edmonton anymore.

But nobody gets it. Going into his final contract season, the media’s talking about how much it’ll take to re-sign him, how sweet a deal they’ll have to make it, and she almost wishes that someone would leak the fact he isn’t going to stay so that fans would feel a little less betrayed down the line. But apparently the Oilers front office is a tight ship, or they’re still firmly in denial, hoping Julius is going to change his mind.

Erin’s never seen Julius change his mind on anything big. Or even little. He hates watermelon. He’s never actually tried watermelon, but he’s decided he hates it, so obviously trying it would be silly. This is the person they’re expecting to change his mind. The person Erin has debated force feeding watermelon, because he thinks it tastes like watermelon flavour and nothing tastes like watermelon flavour, she doesn’t know what the fuck watermelon flavour tastes like, but it is not watermelon.

Anyway, he doesn’t change his mind. Shockingly.

A week before the trade deadline Erin walks in the door to find Julius sitting at the dining room table in the half dark of twilight, chin on his fist. He looks like a stock photo: ‘sad man brooding’ or ‘gloomy Finn’ or something, so defeated that Erin doesn’t have the heart to give him shit. Well, almost. She wouldn’t want him to get a big head or anything.

“Pretending you’re the protagonist in a sad indie movie, huh?” Erin asks.

“I don’t know that one, protagonist,” Julius says, then, when she turns the overhead light on, “Ow!”

“Main character syndrome,” Erin says, as Julius squints at her, looking betrayed. He’s not a vampire — he’ll survive a little light.

“Is that what you said Jared has?” Julius asks, and Erin laughs. She can’t even remember saying that, though it must have been years ago. Years ago Erin was right, though.

“Probably,” Erin says, leaning on the table so Julius is forced to look at her instead of into the abyss or whatever. “What’s up?”

“They’re going to boo me for the rest of my career,” Julius says.

“Flames fans don’t even boo Bryce anymore,” Erin says. “Rest of your career’s a stretch.”

“That isn’t true,” Julius says.

“Okay, they don’t boo like, every time he has the puck,” Erin says. That’s basically the same, right? He has to earn the boos by scoring, or assisting, or holding onto the puck a little too long, or — anyway, they boo a whole lot less than they did initially, which is her point. People have short memories, and, more importantly, they’re lazy. Hating someone takes too much energy, long term. They’ll have found someone else to hate by then — some other poor, talented kid doing his best while he’s stuck on a team with no ambition.

“Have they traded you?” Erin asks.

“I think they’re about to,” Julius says.

“Like gut feeling or—“ Erin says.

“My agent told me to keep my phone close,” Julius says.

So probably actually about to, then. She knew it was coming, unless Deslauriers was stupid and stubborn enough to keep Julius until the end, let him walk for free. Which she wouldn’t put past the guy or anything, but still. It was coming.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” Erin says.

“I know,” Julius says.

“You want this,” she says. Getting traded at the deadline, people get a chance to get used to him in another uniform. If he stays until the end, the Oilers don’t get anything for him, but the Oilers fans are going to expect him to stay, hate him if he doesn't. Even more than they will this way, she means.

“I do,” Julius says. “You’ll come with me, right?”

“As long as it’s to a decent city, sure,” Erin says, and the offence on his face is exactly what he deserves for asking such a ridiculous fucking question in the first place.

#fic snippet #SOTM #julius halla #erin matheson

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marvelstars · 1 month

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The Jedi Stans engaging in mental gymnastics *yet again*. There are so many assumptions in @pheonixyfriend post it almost hurts.

First of all, we don't know how the financial and taxation system worked on Naboo, and we don't know if the monarch actually had the ability to raise taxes or whether that fell to another branch of government entirely.

They just hear the word "Queen" and assume Padme was some monarch with absolute power. She wasn't. The Queen of Naboo was a temporary, elected office more akin to President than that of a monarch.

That actually makes it more likely the Queen did not have much power over laws and taxes, because you don't want to entrust your entire government, legal and financial system to someone who is only gonna be in power for a few years and doesn't have much experience.

So no, Padme could not just raise taxes to buy back Shmi. What about using her own money? Well that raises its own issues. I mean its possible she could do it as a personal project - but its unlikely she could get official government endorsement.

Now say she does do it as a personal project: why is she buying a slave? Slavery is meant to be illegal. A Senator involved in the purchase of a slave on Tattooine? Involved in slavery? Huge scandal and her reputation destroyed if anyone found out.

Makes much more sense for the the religious organization with care of the child to do it. Call it an act of philantropy, free a few other slaves too just so it doesn't look like favouritism. Even say you're setting up a charitable foundation on Tatooine for the relief of slave children and their families. A religious organization had more reason to do that then a politician. Especially when said organization had a slave child in thier care.

Yes to all this, we don´t know how taxes on Naboo and Tatooine work, sure they are close in location but their governments are extremely different.

Naboo has temporal Queens and Kings with a Congress and a galactic Senator representing them on the Republic.

Tatooine doesn´t have any representation on the Republic and doesn´t have a government, it´s been ruled by the Hutt Clan for centuries and their word is law there, as well as their money. They don´t answer to the Republic or anyone else, they are very much a mafia.

That said I don´t see the need to use taxes, anybody be it Padme, Qui-Gon or the Jedi Council, could have asked Watto for Shmi and ask his price, they could even have given him a star ship in exchange for her, just like the money for Anakin was taken from winning the boonta eve classic, if Cliegg could save enough money to free Shmi then so could anyone else but the matter wasn´t even discussed, it isn´t there, it´s just wasn´t a priority.

It´s canon the only ones interested in freeing slaves were Anakin, Shmi, Beru, Cliegg and Owen in movie and novels, in novel Anakin gave his friends Kitster and Wald his money to help them buy their freedom and his self-made detector of slave chip to his Mother. Shmi and Beru and Owen became active in freeing slaves on Tatooine secretly, all on their own. Qui-Gon was the only Jedi in canon to free a slave but he didn´t do it because it was the right thing to do but because he wanted to take him to the temple.

The total absence of dicussion over the matter of slavery from almost everybody except those directly affected isn´t an accident, it´s a character clue Lucas included to picture the kind of Republic and Jedi order the Prequel Trilogy had. In fact he made the casual comment when he and Filoni were doing the clone wars that only Anakin cared for Shmi´s death.

A republic that would allow an entire planet be taken hostage can´t be expected to enforce it´s anti-slavery laws, a Jedi whose only comment over slavery was "We didn´t come here to free slaves" in the main canon can´t be expected to free slaves unless they happen to be force sensitive and on Shmi case, from the Jedi pov, the less contact between her and Anakin the better.

This Republic is going to become the Empire and this Jedi Order had become blind to what the Sith were doing given their dettachment from the galaxy besides the matters talked at the Senate.

Of all of them I blame Padme the less because she gave Anakin refuge when he didn´t have anything on Coruscant and if Anakin was rejected by the Jedi Padme would have given him refuge on Naboo until she could arrange for someone to free Shmi or adopt Anakin into a temporal family. Padme could have done something for Shmi but I don´t blame her for believing the guardians of peace and justice when they said they would take care of her friend when they took in Shmi child and she had a recently destroyed planet to rebuilt and people to free and heal from their own concentrations camps, that´s a herculean task even for an adult politician, let alone a 14 year old.

This is my take on this.

#anakin skywalker #star wars #shmi skywalker #slavery #padme amidala #asks #jedi order critical

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sarcastic-nebula · 10 months

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a/n: experimenting with POV and space culture in this one. Y/N is from a planet where hair can only be seen loose by family, close friends, and lovers. otherwise it must be styled/out-of-the-face/'up' in some way. please let me know if I fucked up here with trying to create a culture

As Y/N’s grew longer, more and more effort would go into brushing her hair each night. Laziness, wanting to save money, and it’s-only-a-few-millimeters-how-hard-can-it-be prevented her from getting her hair professionally cut. She liked having her hair long, and her home culture demanded that she keep it in some sort of plaited or pinned hairstyle, but the lengthening dead ends made each knot at the end of the day that much more annoying to untangle. It required setting her comb to the side and gently pulling a few strands at a time out of each stubborn knot, which increased hair-combing time each night. Sadly, her hair decided to be extra unreasonable when her partner, Captain Rex of the 501st Legion, spent his first night of shore leave with her.

“Cyare, come out, I only have so much time away before they ship me back out again. I’m sure you look beautiful,” Rex said from the bed, smiling, as his lover performed her nightly routine in the refresher. “As always,” he sheepishly added.

Y/N giggled quietly while she combed her hair. She had already gotten dressed for sleep, done her nightly skincare, and was currently battling the various knots that had accumulated after a long day of wearing her hair pinned in plaits across her head. The shower she took didn’t help either. “Just a bit longer, love. My hair has been high maintenance lately.”

“You mean more high maintenance than usual, right? Remind me again why you have to go through all that effort.”

Y/N audibly sighed. “You, a man with half a millimeter of hair, have no right to judge me!” She joked through the closed refresher door.

“All you need is some of that soap stuff and you’re good to go.”

She paused, the teasing tone slowly leaving her voice. “Rex? What do you mean?”

“You know, the bottle…of hair soap?”

After a small silent pause, “The GAR give us small bottles of stuff to wash our hair, the label says ‘shampoo and conditioner’….you know what I’m talking about?” Rex asks with less confidence.

“Rex, you mean to tell me that the Grand Army of the Republic has all thousands of you using two in one shampoo?” Y/N asks with quiet, incredulous annoyance. “On my home planet, that would be a small crime! You know that shampoo and conditioner are supposed to be separate, right, my love?” This whole conversation, happening while Rex lies on her large bed and Y/N stands in the ‘fresher, feels like it’s about to continue going downhill.

“Separate?” Rex says in a quiet voice.

Oh, my love.

She continues on with her hair, which she had paused once Rex had called shampoo “hair soap”. Technically, he’s not wrong, but it sounds so very wrong. “Even though you don’t have much hair, it couldn’t hurt to know that yes, shampoo and conditioner are meant to be separate. In short, that’s how you get the best benefits out of both products. Give me the name of the person who stocks your supplies, I have things to tell them,” she finished with the grin back on her face.

“I know better than to argue with you, mesh’la, but sadly I don’t have any names for you. Are you done yet?” Rex’s voice got slightly louder, closer to the door.

“Not quite, forgive me. I have two more really big knots in my hair, and the only way to-“

The door opened. Her head snapped to its direction. Y/N dropped her comb.

“Turn around!” She shouted, trying to sweep her hair into a quick bun. “Close your eyes!”

“What?”

Y/N gave up and took the step closer to get to Rex, quickly covering his eyes with her hand. “Cover your eyes!”

“What? Y/N, why?”

She grabbed one of his hands with her free one, and used it to replace the hand that was over his eyes. She took a breath. “Rex, where I come from, only a married or promised couple can see each other with their hair down. To see it before then is a very, very personal thing. Some people on my planet believe that seeing someone else’s hair outside of that upsets the old gods. Close friends and family, and certain traditions aside. Stories differ, and I guess it’s a little silly, but it’s how I was raised, and-“

“Mesh’la, I understand. My eyes are closed now. I was just going to offer to brush your hair for you, but I see that that a much deeper meaning for you. I swear, I didn’t see anything.” Rex said calmly.

Anxiety fluttered in her chest. “Thank you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, or- or that I don’t see you as a close friend- well, more than that,” she paused to nervously smile, “but for someone to see my hair down is a very intimate thing for me. I don’t think I’m quite ready for-”

“Cyare, I promise you, I understand,” Rex cut you off again with a soft smile, “When you’re ready, and only when you’re ready, I hope you will let me help you with your hair.” He lowered his hand to hold her shoulder, his eyes still closed. “And maybe you’ll let me go a little farther, which is what it sounds like all of this is about,” he adds in a huskier tone, closer to her ear.

Y/N’s heart raced at that, and her smile only grew. “Once again, I thank you, my love, for your respect. Now go back to bed, these knots won’t work out themselves. I’ll join you soon,” she said. As Rex carefully turned around, and before he could leave the refresher and close the door, Y/N slaps his rear playfully. Rex made to turn around, but his cyare quickly teases, “Ah ah ah, no peaking! You said you wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he acquiesced, and returned to bed. “You know I’ll get you back once you get over here.”

Y/N closed the ‘fresher door, finished combing her hair, and placed it in a loose style so it could dry but still be considered “up”. “Don’t I know it,” she lightheartedly replied before contentedly joining him in bed, and enjoying what limited time she had with Rex before he had to ship back out to the Republic’s war.

#swtcw #the clone wars #ct 7567 #captain rex #y/n #fluffy intimacy #star wars #captain rex x reader #fluff

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WASTELAND SURVIVAL GUIDE: a delivery boy's tips and tricks

a wip by nightdoves

genre: science-fiction (space fantasy, comedy, action-adventure)

audience: adult

for fans of: unreliable narrators, found family, comedy and graphic depictions of violence going hand in hand, feral women, lesbians, queer characters in general, heist vibes & satire!

BLURB

Some people believe you gotta be an ace pilot or on the front lines of the billionth civil war in order to really be a hero in this galaxy.

Me? I don't buy that for a second.

As a very talented and dedicated liaison of packages across the galaxy, I am of the firm and unyielding belief that we are the unsung heroes of the galaxy. Come asteroid clusters or violent alien attacks, we make sure your packages get shipped right to your door (or your money back, guaranteed!) and that, my friend, is the mark of a true hero...

Is my boss still listening? No? Good.

Listen to me, this job is hell. It's all guts and absolutely no glory to be spoken of. If you want to be kicked around, spit on and degraded in ways so specific and so hurtful, then run, don't walk, to become a delivery boy! Things will try to eat you, kill you, and scam you out of your life savings. The Newton Galaxy is where dreams go to die.

For a guy like me, I never expected anything to ever change. Then, I met Orion.

CHARACTERS

rhys starr—24, delivery boy. special skill: slacking off, and still getting paid. rhys is a man who contains multitudes of less than savory traits and made up medical issues that keep him from doing his job.

orion storm—25, pirate, con-woman, underground fighter, etc. fun fact: she doesn't actually know how to fly a ship but she's too embarrassed to tell anybody. orion is a woman who is initially scary, but those who really know her would call her terrifying.

kia—19, pirate. kia is orion's big little sister. she's a mean, like really mean, trigger happy machine with a love for fast cars and adventure.

boone—36, pirate. boone enjoys tactical planning and wearing a mask because he think it makes him look cool. his motivations for most things are driven by the desire to look cool.

maverick—50, pirate. maverick is like a parent to orion. they're a liar and a cheat who would sell his soul in a second if given the chance.

no taglist yet, but if you want to be on it, just let me know!

#wip introduction #wip intro #writeblr #new wip #sci fi #here it it!#my baby #wip—WSG

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btnclmrttn · 2 years

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I thought of something else to add to the Saitama x Doctor S/O and I accidently turned it into a one shot

So I hope you don't mind, since it's you I have to thank for the inspiration, I tag you @perpetuallyobsessed . Thanks a lot!

New Tools (Doctor!Reader)

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"Saitama!" You call out to your boyfriend.

He turns from away from the TV towards the entrance to the apartment. There, you stand with a package in hand, giving him a look of mischief.

"Oh boy. What did I do?"

"You love me, right?"

A concerned look grows on his face as you approach him closer with the mystery box in your hands.

"Yeah..." He replies with hesitation, "Why?"

You stand in front of the TV and drop the box in front of him, "You should let me borrow your arm. I wanna try my new blood pressure cuff!"

"Oh," he exhales a sigh of relief, "It's here already?"

"I was too excited! I got expedited shipping."

He sits up straighter, "Huh?!" He quickly takes the box away, "You know that stuffs a scam! Save your money next time!"

"But I wanted it sooner! It came with a matching stethoscope!"

Saitama let's out another sigh as he shakes his head, peeling the cardboard of the box like it's a banana, "You make too much money. Expedited shipping..."

He takes out the large plastic puffs of super sized bubble wrap as you take out the rest of the contents.

Despite having the excitement of a young child on Christmas, you resist the urge to tear of the plastic off your new tools. Instead you tear along their seems, all while Saitama is actually a child on Christmas, bursting the loud packing bubbles with a single squeeze of a hand.

"Look at it! Look at the colors!" You exclaim.

He nods, mostly focused on the bubbles,"Very nice, hun."

"It's better than nice, Sai."

"Was I supposed to know having a nice color makes you listen to a heart better?"

"It DOES."

Saitama finishes the last bubble and discards the plastic remains back in the empty box, "Alright. Let me have it."

You hook the stethoscope around your neck before you take Saitama's left arm, and wrap the cuff around his bicep. It's nice to have fresh velcro, nice and gritty.

No scratches on the manometer. A nice, rubbery squeeze. Something Saitama hardly understands how much it makes a difference, but hey. He would try to, at least.

"Remember you gotta shut the fuck up for once so I can hear," you jest.

"Personal reminders are good to have."

"Sh!"

You take the end of the stethoscope and press it against the inside the bend of his arm and start squeezing the pump. With tips of your first finger and thumb, you twist the valve a little to release some pressure.

After a few seconds, you hear his strong heart beat thumping in your ears, slowly fading into the silent room. Just as you would expect, it's perfect for him.

"Hey, 110/70! Nice!"

"That's good, right?"

"Basically perfect," you say as you unwrap the cuff from his arm, neatly folding it back into your bag, "I expected nothing less, though. You're very healthy."

Saitama glances in the box, presumably for more bubble wrap he might have missed. To his disappointment he finds he's already popped it all.

You scoot a little closer to him and tap him with your knuckle, since your hands are occupied, "Can I listen to your heart, too?"

His body turns back to face yours, "Sure," he says.

You raise yourself on your knees and use his shoulder to keep a balance with your free hand, while your other touches the end of the stethoscope to his clothed chest. The sliding of the fabric scratches in your ears, worsening with every breath Saitama takes.

"Gotta invade your space here," you mumble as you slide the chest piece up his shirt onto bare skin.

He says nothing as you zone your focus in on his breathing. Steady, clear. You're thankful he doesn't smoke. There's enough worry for him as it is.

His heart, on the other hand, is beating strong. There's a pace to it that reminds you of a heavy drum. A little unusual to say the least considering his health.

You slide the chest piece a bit to the side. His heart rate increases just a little. Glancing from your focus on his chest you see his brown eyes are looking up at you with their own focus.

There goes his heart rate again. Faster.

A little smile forms your face as you listen to it race. Despite his blank expression, you can still see his pupils dilate as big as silver dollars as your attention focuses on him.

"Aww, you're hearts all racing cause you're looking at me."

"Well, I can't help that," he replies to your tease, "That doesn't affect my health score, right?"

"No," you say removing the stethoscope from your ears and planting a kiss on his forehead, "You're a strong, healthy man. I'm pleased."

"If it keeps you smiling, I'll stay as healthy as I can. Oh, and another thing..."

His hands snake around your waist and pull you close, gaining your full attention.

"What is it?" you ask.

A completely serious look overcomes his face, with a voice equally intimidating:

"Never. Use expedited shipping. Again."

"...Okay... fine."

You're rewarded with a small, sweet kiss on your lips, changing the subject back around again to his usual egg-self.

You wonder if he'd let you try anything else with new tools.

#one punch man #opm #opm x reader #saitama #saitama x reader #saitama hcs #caped baldy #genos #speed o sound sonic #garou #anime

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Whelp, I just woke up, and (without naming names) I just saw a reaction that I am 100% taking with a grain of salt.

Let’s take a look.

Okay, if they’re bringing up the chip subplot now after it supposedly got resolved, that’s not a good sign.

Also, Ben got fucked out of saving Hannah’s husband. And having seen the synopses for the last two episodes of the season [sidenote, NBC, ya gonna fucking announce a renewal or… …?], long story short, oof.

And we’re at a funeral reading in 1953, and Ben may or may not be the maid.

Okay, no offense, that vase looks like shit.

“Is this a joke?” I know, right?!

Oh, so Daddy was too busy being Indiana Jones to remember how money worked.

“To my fearless Dina-” “It’s Dean.” …misspelling, or deadnaming? Is this a trans plot?

A ship in a bottle, I don’t know if they make those anymore.

And it goes smash. …revealing a map; okay, Ben won this will reading.

Addison, why the fuck do you continue to have the shittiest timing

“Hey, I know we’re supposed to be working, and Ben just leapt in, but you wanna ditch this episode?”

Okay, legitimately, I couldn’t tell if Ian was wearing glasses or not.

“I planned a wedding once. That led to me burying a not-dead man’s belongings in the park; the cops are still nagging me to dig that shit up.”

Yeah, remember, you have jobs?

“Are you sure I’m not rushing you?” You want to get married a day or so after proposing. What do you think?

Like, not to make a controversial statement, but Ross Gellar at least had the foresight to wait a few months.

“Do not wait to live your life. Otherwise, time travel will fuck you over.”

And the horrible vase is dead.

San Patricio… Quick Google search gave me this little number, so my interest is peaked…

…okay, I don’t think Wikipedia mentioned cursed jewels, so fuck me, I guess.

Okay, wait, I just realized: is Sarah played by Veronica from Riverdale?

How much longer until they realize the Accelerator isn’t doing shit, and it’s Ben?

I agree: Family bullshit is less enticing than being Indiana Jones. But unfortunately, it’s this show, so you should already know the punchline.

“[Dean] is the key to all this.” Like how Horace was the key to Halloween Havoc.

I love the Kramer entrance Ben just pulled.

Teamwork makes the dream work, and maybe Veronica can stop bitching.

I love how Will Man is intentionally withholding the lore unless it’s for dramatic moments.

Okay, quick math time; 40 mill in 1953 would be about… almost half a fucking billion in 2024, so…

This looks less like Mexico and more like The Darjeeling Limited.

Who sings opera while biking?

Yes, that’s right, make Addison bring up the wedding now of all places…

“Hey, I know you’re talking to ghosts, but check out the map!”

Well, given how the priest killed for those jewels, blood probably did get on them, so he wasn’t wrong…

That wasn’t “fashion advice”, that was “we’re going on a treasure hunt, don’t overload the fucking suitcase” advice, Veronica.

“Okay, maybe let’s stop deadnaming and let’s get crunk.”

[Okay, how have I not noticed the producer is named “Meg Fister” until now?]

Yes, Jenn, Ian does want to do their job, that’s not a shock.

“Look, if we’re still pretending 2023- now 2024- is supposed to be 2026, then Addison and Tom can get married. That’s the law.”

[I will fucking laugh if my long standing theory pays out, and Ben undoes the time skip.]

“Hey, Rachel, I just said a sitcom line-” “Ian, we are fucked, they remembered the chip subplot.” “I thought we finished that!”

…is Tom a puppet?

And, in a rather appropriate cutaway, we go to the bar.

A bar is not a place to yell, pleas calm down.

“Nadia, where did you learn Spanish?” “From a person who speaks Spanish.”

I don’t like how the bartender is immediately in the know.

And that satchel is going to get taken in 5… 4… 3…

Ben, with that type of scratch, you can change all their fucking lives.

“And what are we doing?” Not looking after a satchel?

Why does their dad look like Santa?

And it’s now a race.

Ben, he was clearly lying about not believing the treasure was real.

Sarah, you don’t just get to decide to abandon the episode after fucking everything up.

“I have a very good memory, and I’m friends with a ghost.”

Sarah, if you hadn’t left the satchel, this wouldn’t be as bad, stop denying fault.

Meanwhile, back in Subplot 2.

Look, Ian, if it makes you feel any better, given how next week involves a leap into the 1980s, dealer’s odds Ben accidentally erases Gideon from the show.

Meanwhile, back to the treasure; this is a packed week for everyone, isn’t it…

Well, this is Indiana Jones coded, so one of you had to do the snake line…

“Well, I am not climbing down that.” Okay, die then.

Okay, you won’t drown, but if you slip, you will break something. Small miracles.

So the jewels are a metaphor- okay, if the plot twist is that the dad hid the jewels back home, due to “home being the real treasure,” I will piss blood.

“Some say it was Saint Patrick. Some say it was Santa.”

Okay, I thought that was gonna be a zombie.

Either bartender wanted to cover his tracks, or bartender is under those rocks.

“Is there another option?” Get to fucking digging.

Sarah, legitimately, stop being a bitch.

God is getting angry now, that’s how much we’re approaching the Family Bullshit Event Horizon.

Okay, that’s peak comedic timing. “THE ROCK’S FAKE! :D”

Dad’s pun fetish, I swear to God.

Stephen King had once again gotten his grubby mitts into an episode of Quantum Leap.

They found the prop wall.

That was not fucking funny, that got me.

…well, I mean, to be fair, the key to all great comedy is misdirection… 🥁

And of course.

[I choose to split this up now.]

#quantum leap #spoilers #the family treasure #friends #riverdale #OSW review #Halloween Havoc 1998 #Seinfeld #the darjeeling limited #the shawshank redemption #to be continued

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sproutedshrew · 28 days

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STILL A BIG I WIP BUT SHARING THIS BUT NOW AS IT'S KINDA LIKE THE OPENING.

still will be edited after. we haven't even introduced the plot yet broooo.

I hate writing second person I am never doing it again there are only so many ways to say 'you'.

you can barley tell it's a dol fanfic yet ૧(ꂹີωꂹີૂ)

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When your every waking minute is overflowing with some type of task or event, the hours blend into each other and your days merge into an incomprehensible blur.

When life gets like that, it's as if you've been picked up by the flow of a river. You can attempt to thrash and force your way out of it but, in the end you're always left having to use that energy to try and keep your head above the surface for those sweet gasps of fresh air.

Your oxygen dosage for today is the twenty odd minutes it takes you to walk from the strip club to your shitty little room in the 'orphanage' you call home.

This gig bartending was better than most jobs you put up with. The patreons were the 'money buys happiness' type but, despite this, don't seem to want to pay all that much for it. They also don't shy away from putting their hands where they shouldn't. However, that was something you were used to and the place actually had decent security, even if that was just because it was the only one with any at all.

It should probably shock you how little time it took to familiarise yourself with the way this world works. In the beginning all you wanted to do was kick and scream until someone saved you from this injustice. However, that fight had left you long ago.

Despite this, the will you have left is more than what's expected. That much is made clear in the way people react when you actually fight back.

Perhaps it was this reaction that led to your numbness to everything. Their hesitation after retaliation was useful for you, it meant there was time to slink away before things could escalate. The times that were worse however, was when they'd simply give up after a single ounce of aggression. This proved they were used to weaker prey, showed that they could easily find someone with less fight in them. Those times were one of the many that guilt grasped your throat and, you'd soon learnt that it chocked harder than any hand ever could.

The worst lessons to learn were always those that hurt others. You wonder how people do it, adopt the motto "better them than me". Sure, it was how this place worked but, couldnt they realise that if people started to drop this mentality, things would get better for everyone?

Nethertheless, you know why things don't improve, nobody wants to be the one who starts it.

You'd like to think that if someone were to lash out and change for the better they would be backed up or even celebrated. However, you were no longer naive enough to truly belive that. This knowledge was why nobody stood up, there was no point. The people at the top had their roots in every part of the world and fighting back would only succeed in placing a great big target on your head.

Those foolish enough to make friends would see them gone one way or another. They may run, betray or go missing but, ally ships never lasted long. Having people close to you was a weakness to be exploited. people had sent friends and family to death for little more than spare change. If things went honourably, *you* could be the one condemning them if they were an easier catch than yourself.

A life ended as suddenly as it began.

A life taken just as a warning.

A life stolen because of *you*.

Most continued anyway.

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it's probably not formatted right here but aaa

#degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #dol whitney #writing #second person pov #i hate second person so much #wip #current wip

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I think it would be much more interesting if they brought more about Leon's emotions and especially doing this in the re6 remake and about him and Sherry too...

I understand it's cool to think about your ship (not talking about you of course :3) but I wish people would talk less about who he could possibly end up with and talk more about his character

But these things sell absurdly and also a part of the fandom sometimes seems to breathe only from this ...having Leon as my favorite character and being a beginner artist, I wanted to be able to see more details about him so I could apply it to my art one day ..

That makes sense? my english is not very good‹3

Kisses kisses

i was SHOCKED when the intro to RE4make WAS NOT a recreation of leon's RE3 epilogue/that scene in DSC of leon in the interrogation room after his kidnapping. and not only that, for sherry to not even be mentioned seemed... odd. i would've bet money before that game came out that they were going to try to find a way to put that in there.

and then i thought about it a little bit (as opposed to not at all) and

i realized

we're all assuming that leon has hangups about sherry. there's no actual evidence to support this. everyone in this fandom (including myself) talks about leon's paternal love for sherry and how pivotal she is to his character arc, but

you know

the canon has never treated their relationship that way. that is never shown in a single RE title.

this is what the canon actually shows:

>leon pushes claire to find chris and takes sole responsibility for sherry >leon and sherry get kidnapped by the CIA >the CIA hold a metaphorical gun to sherry's head and say "join us or we shoot" >leon says yes >... >at some nebulous point in the future, leon tells adam benford that the only reason why he didn't shoot himself during and after raccoon city was for sherry's sake >a file in RE6 states "[Sherry's] relationship with Leon and Claire since they saved her in Raccoon City has never changed." >this sentence is absolutely meaningless when it comes to leon because the canon never established what that relationship was in the first place >... >15 years later, leon meets sherry in china >sherry describes leon to jake as "he saved my life in raccoon city" and nothing else >leon tells sherry that "he heard" that she'd become an agent >sherry became an agent four fucking years ago >leon hasn't spoken to sherry in at least four fucking years

that's it

THAT'S IT

THAT IS THE ENTIRETY OF LEON AND SHERRY'S RELATIONSHIP POST-RE2

THERE IS LITERALLY

NOTHING ELSE

IN THE CANON

ABOUT THE TWO OF THEM

and i'm honestly thinking that sherry is less important than we all think she is. like, he sacrificed his freedom and autonomy for her, sure, but then he just kind of... i don't want to say he stopped thinking about her, but he certainly didn't care enough to try to cultivate a relationship with her.

there is no evidence that leon and sherry spoke -- let alone saw each other -- at all between his RE3 epilogue and their meeting in china. it's not a conversation he ever has with claire at any point. krauser didn't throw it in his face in RE4make.

i'm kind of thinking leon went "i did all that i could do" and decoupled himself from her. decided that her fate was no longer in his hands, trusted that the CIA would keep their word, and just hoped for the best. didn't let himself worry about it. especially once claire got visitation privileges.

like... after leon strikes that deal with the CIA, sherry just becomes kind of irrelevant to him. which seems cold to say, but... there's no evidence that he felt any other way.

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My Reputation’s Never Been Worse

Chapter 10

A/N: I just reread this entire work and I think I forgot just how much I love this story. Your support of it means the world and I am determined to not let other projects with large fan bases (and therefore gain more traffic) get in the way of this one. This is one of my favorite chapters and I hope you enjoyed. I literally wrote it in a matter of hours today.

Halt was waiting for Will outside of the suite. “You should have told me she was sick.” Will said cooly.

“And when did you give me the opportunity to do so?” Halt replied evenly.

“You should have told me.” He repeated.

“I don’t think you understand how much of a shook it was to see you this morning Will. My mind hasn’t strung two thoughts together since I saw you.”

Will frowned, he didn’t know how to respond to that. Pauline had told him to make peace with Halt, and he would, he had to now. He knew he’d never be able to live with himself if he didn’t honor her wishes. But every time he saw Halt, all he could picture was his face at the trial. The brutal hate and angry directed at him. That face had haunted more of his dreams than he’d like to admit. How did he just let that go? How did he forgive and move on?

Instead of dwelling any longer on his internal debate, he switched the topic. “I should find Nyah and Miles. We need to figure out where we are going to sleep.”

Halt undoubtedly recognized Will’s sudden change of subject, but he went along with it. “There are more than enough rooms for you all here.”

“The last time I spent the night here I woke up to my execution. I won’t sleep within these wall’s tonight.”

“Fine, then stay at the inn.”

Will swallowed awkwardly. “I’m not sure that’s an option for the three of us at the moment. It’s fine, we can camp outside, it should be a clear night.”

“Why don’t you just stay at the inn? I’m sure they have at least two rooms available, it’s not as if there is a special occasion drawing people to the town.”

“It’s not a question of if the room are open, we just, well, Miles and I worked for room and board in Eisel. And Nyah hasn’t had spare coin for as long as I’ve known her.” Will admitted, trying his best to not feel ashamed. He was a hard worker and responsible with money, but any money he had managed to save in the past few years had been stolen when he first came to Eisel. After that, he had to make do with what he was given.

“I see. Well I’d be more than happy to-“

“I won’t take your money Halt.” Will interrupted.

“Why not? What am I going to do with it?”

“Save it for your golden years, they aren’t far off.”

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That night, Will, Miles, and Nyah set up camp just outside of the palace’s walls. Miles crashed the moment he hit the ground, the stress of being in such a wildly different environment than what he was used to catching up with him. Nyah stayed awake for a while. She wordlessly studied Will’s face in the flickering light of the campfire. Finally she softly said, “They all love you so much. They, they are your family. There are a lot of people who would kill for what you have here. Don’t let your anger throw it all away.” Before Will could respond, she rolled over, facing away from him, and fell asleep.

Left in silence with his thoughts, Will looked up to the stars. Over the past five years, he had spent countless nights gazing at the heavens. The constellations had become his faithful companions, keeping him company whether he was hiding deep in the forest sick with fever, or being lulled to sleep on the deck of a ship. When he was a child Baron Arald had spent many nights pointing constellations out to the ward children. Horace and the girls had little interest in the evening walks, always complaining that they wanted to go to bed and while George appreciated the time to study the sky, he couldn’t care less about the stories that the Baron attached to each patter of stars. But Will treasured those nights. He’d give Arald his undivided attention, eagerly listening to the tales of heroes and monsters. His favorite was the story of Perseus. Will wanted desperately to grow up to be just like the legend. To protect his loved ones, slay the monster, and save the princess. Staring up at the twinkling constellation, Will felt a tear roll down his face. He had fallen so far from the heroes of his childhood. Now all he saw in the mirror was a wicked monster with black eyes and a blacker soul staring back at him. Seeing Pauline had dug up shame and guilt that he thought he had buried years ago. But her gentle, undying love had melted the ice that had hardened his conscious. She loved him, even when he didn’t love himself. Horace and Cassandra had seen him in Elisel, had seen the darkness that surrounded him like a cloak, and yet they were still holding him close. And Halt seemed desperate to mend the broken bond between them. Nyah’s words echoed in his head all night. Maybe it was possible to come back for good. Maybe their love would be enough. Or maybe, once the novelty of his presence wore off, they’d all realize he had fallen too far from grace for them to drag back to the pedestal they had once placed him on.

Will spent the night tossing and turning, dreaming of running through an endless black forest, skeletal hands reaching out for him. When dawn finally broke, he woke with a searing pain in his hip. His gasp woke Nyah, who hurried over to his side. He was taut with pain and his palms were dug into his eyes.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Hip.” He said through gritted teeth. “Malcolm’s salve. Satchel.” Nyah rummaged through his bag until she found the jar of pain reliving cream Malcom had gifted Will after learning of how severe his pain could be from the old injury. “Hurry up.” He groaned.

Nyah rolled her eyes, “Always so bossy.” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes gave her worry away. She knew that he wasn’t in any danger, just pain, but it still stressed her to see him suffer.

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Alyss, Cassandra, and Horace all met at the castle gate just as the sun was beginning to rise.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Cassandra asked them.

Alyss shook her head and Horace said, “I spent the entire night wondering if he’d still be here in the morning. I’m on my way to check.”

The three friends made their way to Will’s campsite. As they approached, they heard a low groan. Hurrying closer they saw Will laying on the ground, arms pressed over his head. His pants were unbuckled and pulled down to his hipbones. Nyah leaned over him, hand disappearing somewhere below his pants.

“I guess they are a little more than friends.” Horace remarked, unsure how to proceed. He glanced over to Alyss, who’s face was bright red and her eyes were cast down to the ground. Cassandra on the other hand had zero hesitation as she marched right up to the pair.

“Good morning to you both.“ She announced loudly.

Nyah’s head whipped up. “Your Highness! We were just, um…” She looked down the Will for support, but he just threw his arm over his eyes.

“It looks like he’s having a great morning already Cassie.” Horace smirked as he walked up besides Cassandra, Alyss staying slightly behind.

“Get your head out of the gutter Horace, it’s not what you think.” Will grumbled. He stood slowly and Nyah pulled her hand back, but kept it hovering by his side as she rose with him. Now that he was standing, Horace, Cassandra, and Alyss could clearly see the angry, knotted scar tissue on his hip, just above where his pants were resting dangerously low on his hips.

“I woke up in some really bad pain, must have slept on my hip.” He gestured to the injury. “Nyah was putting some ointment on it. Nothing so salacious as what you had in mind.” Will’s eyes fell on Alyss, noticing her presence for the first time that morning. A faint blush cast itself on his checks and he cleared his throat. “Anyway, what are you three doing here? Making sure I didn’t make a run for it in the middle of the night?”

“Exactly.” Cassandra affirmed without a trace of guilt.

Will scratched at his brow, “Well I guess I can’t blame you. But I promise, until I know that everything is settled in Eisel, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Except to the breakfast table, I’m starving.” Horace said.

Will pulled a shirt on and readjusted his pants, securing them over his scar with his discarded belt. “We just need to pack up. Nyah, you mind waking Miles up?” Will started to roll up his blanket and Nyah gently kicked Miles’ in the ribs.

“Let’s go find out what royalty eats for breakfast sleepyhead.” She says as Miles rubs sleep out of his eyes.

“Huh?” He blinked up to see Horace, Alyss, and Cassandra hovering around the campsite. His eyes fly open and he scrambles to his feet.

“Oh um, your royalnesses. I mean, majesties, or, something…”

“Horace and Cassandra is fine, that goes for the both of you.” Horace smiles.

Nyah grins at him. “Wow, I’m on a first name basis with royalty? Who would’ve thought?”

“Yeah it’s a pretty big deal.” Horace teased.

Cassandra looks between them. She knew that Horace would never imagine being unfaithful, but they had just walked in on Nyah having her hand shoved down his best friend’s pants, which apparently got Horace’s mind thinking things it, in Cassandra’s opinion, has no right thinking. She laced her arm with Horace’s, an action she saw Nyah clock and take note of the intention. Smiling Nyah took a step back and threw her pack over her shoulder. She offered Cassandra a slight, but meaningful nod of acknowledgement. The interaction surprised Cassandra. She frankly hadn’t expected the girl to be so aware and respectful of Cassandra’s feelings. It made her feel guilty for how she’s been thinking about Nyah, and she determined that she would be better at not reading into Nyah’s intentions.

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #guilty until proven innocent #my reputations never been worse #reputation

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Okay, so I’ve begun writing my “Rem Survives” Trigun Stampede-universe fanfic. While it’s going to start out on a very canon note, with Vash being a self-blaming, in crisis kid on Ship 3, angst galore... I am thinking about how the events that will ensue will change his character / change the story a bit. Vash will be largely the same person - still a pacifist, still prone to putting himself into dangerous situations to save everyone. Still sad because the Big Fall still happened, Knives is still a jerk, Tessla still happened, etc. A lot of events will stay true to canon, including how he loses an arm. (Rem couldn’t protect him from that...Nai doesn’t even know she’s alive. She’s in a stint of cold sleep for medical reasons at the time). However, Vash will be less sad and less prone to useless martyrdom. I really want Rem to impress upon Vash “The actions of other people are NOT your fault!” - Upon hearing the truth about the Big Fall, she recognizes that Vash did not know of Nai’s plans for the codes. She knew about their dumb and dangerous pranks. She knows that Vash had no idea that Nai had mass murder on his mind. So, “No, Vash, it’s not your fault!” *Ker-SMACK upside the head to try to center him when he’s just not listening to her.* She gives a bit of fierce motherly love. And of course, this comes out of her own trauma with Tessla and what she had to learn to move on - she tried everything she could to stop it - short of committing the kind of crime that would have gotten her thrown into a cold sleep incarceration when the ship’s regular Plants needed her. She had to learn to tell herself that she didn’t bear the guilt for what happened, even if she only half-believes it. And some of this is where Vash got his name, too. Rem fought with her brain. She couldn’t physically stop what was happening and Tessla didn’t fall under human rights laws, so Rem did heavy research into animal rights rulings, including humane treatment of research animals in laboratories and livestock law. (”At least give her the dignity that you would give a cow” - the words felt like bitter bile coming out of her mouth. She hated them). She chose the name Vash (”Vasche’” / French / Cow) as a reminder of this. Like... it was her way of saying that her little boy was “not livestock.” Nai came about his name because... sitting here thinking about the story... I just came up with a whole-ass original character. I just decided, in my universe, Rem had a younger brother, Nai - an unusual name to be sure (but her parents were for unusual names. She was never sure if “Rem” was their take on “Remembrance” or a female version of “Rembrandt.” She always suspected the latter, but Rem, just Rem was on her birth certificate). Nai stayed on Earth. He wasn’t allowed on Project SEEDS. Rem notes a certain eugenics inherent in the project - not many people with certain illnesses and conditions were allowed aboard unless they were wealthy and well-connected, which her family was not. Nai was severely bipolar enough to be disqualified. He also had a short stay in prison for a crime - I’m thinking he took part in an economics / human rights protest that turned into a riot and he was one of the people who’d gone off to break windows and start looting. He was doing very well for himself by the time Rem got involved in SEEDS. Worked himself up from a line cook to chef in a restaurant - obsessive cook, got the nickname “Knives” for his kitchen-skills and his formidable cutlery collection. Rem muses how he saved up and spent the kind of money that could have netted her an entire wardrobe on a fancy sushi / haute cuisine knife that was folded and forged in the same manner as ancient Samurai swords. She misses him, and so names one of her sudden!kids after him. Anyway, yeah... ideas, ideas. Await the first chapter of Survivor’s Guilt - coming soon to an Ao3 near you!

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun fanfiction #vash #vash the stampede #millions knives #rem saverem #rem lives au

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thanks to @energievie and @metalheadmickey for the tag love.

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which character from any media would you like to have as a father? Gomez Addams. Totally loyal and loves his family. Devoted to his wife. Rich. Doesn't mind me being a weirdo. In fact, encourages it.

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

This little jerk right here. I mean look at how he's all wrapped up in his mom.

what is your Chinese takeout order? Well, potstickers always. If I could *be* a food, it would be a potsticker. But also, I live in southcoast MA where Chinese food is completely different from everywhere else- and superior I will fight you on that hill- and so this is more complex to answer. Chow mein here is made with what's called 'Fall River' noodles. They are made entirely for this area and are amazing. It's my favorite dish. I've lived all over the country and Chinese food elsewhere is just so shitty.

what's your favourite emoji? I still can't make emojis. : p That's as good as it's getting.

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? Home theater. I should lie and say library.

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? I Dream of Jeannie. Not really a kids show but I was obsessed with it as a kid. I also liked Punky Brewster.

what was your tumblr like when you first joined? So gifs had to be under 1MB. You kids are spoiled with your 5MB lavishness. So there were a lot of shitty gifs. Tumblr was just better in general. There used to be so many great gay porn gifs. It was awesome. Then the morality police came in and made it less fun for everyone. My tumblr was basically just a history of my fav gay pairings that I brought over from LiveJournal. Don't get me started on LiveJournal.

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? Bohemian cool girl. She just wakes up like that. I could never pull it off. This dumpster fire takes some work.

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? I barely know how to drive around my block without using GPS.

what is your favourite piece of art? My favorite artist is Flavio Zarck and my favorite piece is THIS. He makes creepy looking sculptures out of scrap metal. He also did a series on drawings made by by people suffering from severe mental health issues like paranoid schizophrenia that was really interesting.

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like? It looks like a can of Coca Cola. I should drink more water. If only to surprise my kidneys every once in a while.

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave? Ugh where do I start. I unapologetically love the Cinderella story where someone saves the other, or you find out later one is rich or a prince or whatever. I love hurt/comfort....like serious abuse where the other person helps the other recover and they fall in love. I love the 'pretending to be together for x reason but end up falling in love' trope. I also love the ABO 'oh no i've gone into heat! And my low key soulmate just happens to be here. Whatever will I do?!" trope.

do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it? Workbag with laptop. Probably just some errant tampons that somehow have come unwrapped.

if you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be? Lip for sure. I think Mickey would just wreck Lip. I love the episode where they go to shoot up the gentrified store together and Lip seems intimidated by Mickey. And Mickey was taking out all his anger for Ian on Lip. Mickey looked so hot. There was a slight sexual tension in that scene.

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did? Like @energievie said, Gallavich taught me the joys of AUs. I love so many of them. Also ABO. I got into ABO by accident with the Hannibal fandom, and those fuckers can seriously write. I found myself obsessed and now not a lot of sex scenes in regular fanfic can hold a candle to ABO most of the time. Regular fanfic was like weed and ABO was like heroin and now I'm addicted. I can't believe I'm into this but...it's hot.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian? Probably. He's pretty strong. It's just awkward because Ian is so tall. He'd find a way.

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? Sandy took it when no one was looking.

#weekly tag wednesday #gallavich

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Shortcut, Pt. 4

I'm on a new med dosage and like, writer's block w h o

(is this what life is like for neurotypical ppl??)

A conversation, Part 2

After taking his last bite, the human spread his coat over the fire.

“Careful!” Niphka urged, but as she was astonished to see, the man remained unharmed.

“It’s safe, see?” He looked at her. “The fire can’t breathe through the fabric.”

Niphka wasn’t so sure, but Jon gave her a smile. He even took a step towards her, leaning on his stick for support. Then, he looked around.

“Can you tell me where we are?”

“No.”

“You don’t know?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then why- ?”

Niphka knew exactly where they were, but how should she make a being with such limited senses understand that she could always feel the ocean around her, feel the pull of the earth and the magnetic forces around them?

“I know where we are, but I can’t explain it.”

“Oh.” He sat back down, looking at the ground.

She could never quite get a grasp of this one, never quite read him. And why was that stupid feeling coming back? The more she looked at him, the worse it got!

“Are you sad?” she flat out asked. It was almost like she felt his emotions! That was new.

He laughed, but it sounded bitter.

“I didn’t even last a week on that stupid ship. I always wanted to go to the capital to get a science degree and become an explorer, but we didn’t have the money. So I became a carpenter, because I thought I could find work in ship maintenance. When that didn’t work, I became a rigger on the HMS Triumph. The salary was bad, the sailors were worse, but it didn’t matter! I was finally out, finally on the sea. And now it’s over.” His eyes darted away. “Aaaand I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Please don’t let me bother you after all you’ve done for me, Niphka of the Balaen.”

As he finished his monologue, Niphka passingly noticed that her bad feeling was gone. This wasn’t about her, and something about him made her forget who she was – a monster, to him.

Maybe, just for this one human, she could be… a friend?

Without thinking, she extended her left arm to stroke his shoulder.

“No, Jon,” she spoke softly, “It’s not over. You’re alive. And you’re not alone.”

He tensed at her touch, but as his wide eyes met hers, he hesitantly relaxed. He patted her thumb in an awkward attempt to emulate a hug. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he just leaned himself into her fingers and squeezed her thumb using both his arms. Maybe, everything would be okay.

Or not.

“I have lost everything,” Jon insisted hoarsely. “The HMS Triumph is part of a conspiracy to attack Millersby. Have you heard of Millersby? It’s up North, a port town with little defence. I grew up there. Everything I own, except from what I have on me, is still there. They will pillage my home and I have no way to stop them. When I found out, I-”

It clicked into place.

“You found out and they…”

“…threw me overboard. Yes.”

Niphka clenched her jaw. An idea began to form in her head. A bad idea, no doubt. But one that would allow her to stick around this human for a while and find out how to deal with these weird new blots of emotion.

“What if… I knew a way to save your home?”

Jon explained again.

“The HMS Triumph left Surivier seven days ago, sailing West. They are probably moving up North by now. If they make it in time, they will catch the May winds and sail East for less than a week before arriving in Millersby. At best, they’ll be there in 9 days, but they might make it in 7. Either way, we have no means to warn anyone.”

He had a headache, his ankle was in no shape to support his weight, and the desperation made him inpatient. But he could see that the gi- that Niphka wanted to help, and so far, she’d done more for him than basically anyone he’d met in the last 10 years.

“So they have to sail around the continent to get there?” she asked, lost in thought.

“Yah?” Her tone raised his interest.

“Then, theoretically, they’re taking the long route up. If you travel on land, the way is a lot shorter.”

Disappointed, he shook his head.

“Technically, yes. But they’re on ship, moving day and night. Even the fastest horse needs rest sometimes. And I’m not even that fast. Nor a horse.”

Jon got a bit more comfortable. “Look, I am very grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but this is a dead end. I just need to get back to civilization. Once my leg is healed, I can try to find work as a carpenter.” He sighed. “Do you think you could help get me off this island? If I had some more wood and the right tools, I might be able to build a boat, or-”

“I can take you to the mainland.”

Something in her voice sounded off, but he was too exhausted to ask. He felt his body yearn for sleep, even though the sun was still up.

“Maybe I should get some rest,” he muttered, not sure if she could hear him. Either way, as he rested his head onto his arms, she announced that she would leave him for a while. Part of Jon meant to ask where she was going, but as her large, muscular body dove into the water, he was drawn back into reality. Yes, he felt blessed that she had saved him. But as he saw her shimmering scales disappear into the darkness, he was harshly reminded that Niphka was far closer to being a God than to being human.

The fact that this realization felt like a form of loss to him was the last thought on his mind before Jon’s consciousness finally shut down for the day.

Part 3 < Part 4 > Part 5

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #original characters #giant/tiny #size difference #shortcut g/t #sfw g/t

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Magic 30th Anniversary Failed

“The 30th Anniversary Edition sale has concluded, and the product is currently unavailable for purchase. Thanks to everyone who joined us today!”

@wizards_magic

While most people ignored WotC’s biggest cash grab in 30 years, the remaining curious parts of the community were rewarded with what has to be one of the biggest conspiracy theory:

Did Wizards of the Coast purposely cut the release window of Magic 30th Anniversary to save face? Much less create more artificial scarcity to an already artificial product?

In my mind, they absolutely did. Totally and without any remorse.

Not just for customer “goodwill” for the brand, but also to save the “collectable” aspect of their printed products. WotC has more to lose if Magic 30th Anniversary “sold out” in a few day than a few hours. Since the vast majority of orders occurred within the first few minutes of the product’s launch window (as do all their products online); WotC most likely saw next to little actual activity after the first 10 minutes. Sure, there were probably a few hundred bots set up to mess with cart and waiting queues, but nothing catastrophic like a DDOS attack.

You have to remember folks, Wizards of the Coast is under a lot of pressure after Bank of America gave a scathing evaluation of Hasbro’s stock. Not just for funny business for cooking their books, but the fact that WotC is sitting on millions and millions of dollars of unsold inventory of cards/merchandise. It’s not like these cards can be shipped and sold to down to other lesser chain stores, like ROSS or Five Below. Magic 30th Anniversary was their Hail Mary for quarter 4 earnings. It was suppose to stabilize what was already considered a bad year for Magic the Gathering.

So what happens now?

It really is up to you, the player base. You already have WotC employees telling every single customer to not buy every product to avoid burn out. To be more selective of what products you engage with. Obviously, very poorly worded in business to accuse your customers to be so dumb that they keep buying everything...

Which doesn’t surprise me how they’ve been focusing so hard to market their products to mentally ill/challenged parts of the community. It’s not even an open secret anymore that a lot of video games and mobile services solely focus sales to whales and/or create an ecosystem of their products to be addictive as possible. A lifestyle some would say in corporate pitch meetings. This is why Secret Lairs have been so successful. Not just by the fear of missing out in small windows of availability, but also the elite status of being a MTG mega fan! The sunk cost of your commander/EDH alone is nothing compared to another $40 upgrade of foils next paycheck...

For me, I hate to say it, but I’ve been done with the game since Modern Horizons 2. I used to love playing Modern/Legacy, where old cards can find new life after rotation. Where you didn’t have to constantly spend money every set just to stay relevant. Who doesn’t like owning a deck and keep in their closet for a few months or years, knowing they can just dust it off to a big Magic event or some old friends dropping by?

Instead, these old non-rotating formats did get rotated and through blunt force of power-creep no less. You can’t really have the same experiences like you did when cards are created solely to sell you new boxes/cases of cards. It was not like this before in non-rotating formats; good cards trickled in the format, not by power creeping everything around it. It’s really insulting to downright malicious towards it’s own customers when these boxes/cases are almost quadruple than their old counterparts.

I don’t really see Wizards of the Coast or Hasbro correcting any courses... maybe adjust lower print runs and make actual collector products collectable again... without artificially pricing them at stupid prices. One thing is for sure though. We won’t be seeing anymore blatant cash grabs of $1,000 official proxies anytime soon.

#mtg

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