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Angel!Au - Sehun as your guardian angel
“W-what are you?”
“I’m an angel,” he said flatly.
“Those aren’t real,” was your immediate reply. At this point, it was fairly obvious that the mythical creatures did, in fact, exist.
“I am real,” Sehun argued. “I’m… your guardian angel.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“You’re not supposed to know”
And the Angel!AU continues… *~*
based on Where the Raindrops Fall by @marshmallow-phd
~ Admin S
Original date of publishing: June 7th, 2019
#admin s#exo#kpop#sehun#exo sehun#kpop blog#kpop moodboard#kpop aesthetic#exo aesthetic#angel moodboard#angel aesthetic#exo angel#guardian angel#oh sehun#osh#sehun moodboard#exo fic#exo fanfic
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aromantic people that are not usually all that interested in romance stories when most their favorite characters are also the ones with the most relationship stories
#osh has thoughts#u guys dont understand . im a writer i like to write but i have no fucking idea how to write romance like i try and it comes out the worst#thing uve seen in ur entire life. i had to cut down fits part in my upcoming pac fic because it was SO BAD#aromantic people when yaoi yuri island.
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always good to remind oneself that it is always an option to simply block and ignore people who are being Weird To You on your posts. it is never necessary to engage. If It Sucks Hit Da Bricks.
#gav gab#sometimes people will invest their entire personality in being pr/osh/ip or whatever#and then they will take any post they can get their hands on and use it to be like#OH SO YOU HATE PEOPLE WHO WRITE FICTION? YOU HATE QUEER PEOPLE?#YOU DONT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REAL AND FAKE?#YOU THINK THE HUNGER GAMES MAKES SUZANNE COLLINS A CHILD KILLER?#YOU THINK PEOPLE WHO WRITE TEEN CHARACTERS IN RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD DIE?#and you just gotta look at those people and go#wow! okay! you seem normal! and then you move on#i simply dont have time for people who are gonna leap on any opportunity they can to try and trap me into an argument#about whether or not it is weird for people to be writing hardcore smut about characters who are in middle school#Do Not Start Shit With Me Over This Post#neither pr/osh/ip nor an/ti/sh/ip but a secret third thing#(a person capable of holding nuanced and situation-based opinions who writes a lot of quote unquote 'dark shit')#(but who also thinks that 'chill bro it's fiction you're the purity police youre the fan caps youre a puritan catholic whatever')#(is not a free pass to do whatever you want forever without criticism)#(no people who write a fic that happens to include rape or torture or suicide or whatever aren't monsters or whatever)#(yes people who write uhhhh rpf rape smut about teenage actors or whatever are engaging in seriously fucked up shit they shouldn't be doing)#(NUANCE. CRITICAL THINKING. NOT PRETENDING YOU DONT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THOSE THINGS. IMAGINE IT!)#like yeah searching out a one sentence personal post i made two months ago to reblog it and accuse me of being some kinda puritan#because it had some vague language (about something not actually related to fic at all - it was abt tagging unreality) that you interpreted#as me expressing distaste for whatever gross shit you take offense at having referred to as 'gross shit'#that's totally normal and chill and non-harassing behaviour#unlike the people you're screaming about in every other post at the speed of light#good job you won being the rational adult here lmfao
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The Taste of Laughter
sehun/chanyeol, R, 1476 words.
Sehun has never been good at holding in his laughter, not even when it spreads into the bedroom. Chanyeol is Not Amused.
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introduction:
Name: Axolotl
Pronouns: she/her
Favorite colors: purple/blue
Age: 14
Request (drawing): you can ask me for ocs or characters.
If you want anything specific I can do that.
I don’t want any thing inappropriate.
I will also do character x oc.
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Khemor gro-Skaven
(Portrait by @thana-topsy, full version here)
Race: Osh Ornim (Iron Orc)
Sex: Male
Birthdate (given): 1st Morningstar, 4E 161 (40 years old in 4E 201)
Birthdate (actual): Unknown
Birthplace: somewhere in the Dragontail Mountains.
Places of Residence: Skaven, Hammerfell > Water's Edge, Cyrodiil > Windhelm, Skyrim
Former factions: College of Whispers
Current factions: Stormcloaks, Thane of Windhelm and the Pale
Khemor’s story will be told in my Homeric Orcs Series.
Early life in Hammerfell
The Iron Orc who would eventually be known as Khemor gro-Skaven was barely five years old when he was stricken with Rockjoint. ("Common in little orc children." --Murbul) Although he survived the disease, it left one of his legs atrophied and partially paralyzed. His clan, a particularly brutal group of Osh Ornim, intended to abandon him in Dragonstar in Craglorn as they did not want to waste the resources of the stronghold raising a permanently disabled child.
Whether it was fate, the hand of the gods, or just coincidence, Khemir at-Arlimahera, a wizard from a prominent Crown family in Skaven was traveling through the area and encountered the abandoned child before any harm befell him. The wizard sensed Khemor had a deep well of magicka and even though he was completely untrained he was manipulating the ebb and flow of ambient magicka in the world.
From Nostos, Khemor's central fic, set after the Main Quest and conclusion of the Civil War:
“My master was a once-in-ten-generations intellect when it came to the ebb and flow of magicka, delving into the secrets of the arcane, and uncovering the mysteries of Oblivion. But he was at a loss when it came to choosing a name for an Orsimer foundling.”
Khemir brought Khemor up as his apprentice: while Skaven was more magically inclined than most places in Hammerfell, Khemir's studies focused on various forms of Mysticism that intersected with Necromancy. Thus Khemor learned to be very circumspect and discreet from an early age.
Because of the reputation of Iron Orcs as particularly brutal and unintelligent, Khemor views his heritage with a deep sense of shame, and was brought up almost completely divorced from larger Orc culture, even more so than most "city Orcs" as he lacks any connections to anyone living in a stronghold. Most non-Orcs or people who are not from the Dragontail mountains do not pick up on the indicators of his heritage, and most who do clock him are too polite to mention it.
However, he does have a particular fondness for unusual rocks and minerals, and picks up pretty ones whenever he finds them. He also prefers to use un-faceted Soul Gems.
The Great War came to Skaven in 4E 173 when Khemor was twelve years old:
In Hammerfell, Imperial fortunes took a turn for the better. In early 4E 173, a Forebear army from Sentinel broke the siege of Hegathe (a Crown city), leading to the reconciliation of the two factions. Despite this, Lady Arannelya's main army succeeded in crossing the Alik'r Desert. The Imperial Legions under General Decianus met them outside Skaven in a bloody and indecisive clash. Decianus withdrew and left Arannelya in possession of Skaven, but the Aldmeri were too weakened to continue their advance.
--Legate Justianus Quintius, The Great War
Despite "only" lasting two years, the Empire's abandonment of Hammerfell and subsequent Thalmor occupation of Skaven was very formative for Khemor. Both he and his master were able to weather the occupation, but it took a toll on both of them. Khemor especially was not able to recieve chiurgeons' services for his leg during that critical time, which meant that his leg was unable to make a complete recovery like they had hoped, and so he’s used a cane to walk for his entire life.
From Katabasis, the story that details Calder the housecarl's adventures alongside Khemor during Skyrim's MQ:
Khemor sighed. “To say that I was ‘in’ [The Great War] would be a grave misstatement. I was only a child. Rather, the war came to Skaven. I was living there when the…order for the Legions to abandon Hammerfell was given.” A look of immense sadness passed over Khemor’s face. “Many of the Legion, mostly Nords and native sons of Hammerfell, refused to abandon Skaven, and deserted to continue protecting us. It was futile, of course. They were overrun and the Dominion occupied the city for two years.” He looked again at Calder and said quietly, “I am well-acquainted with the cruelties the Thalmor visit upon the populace of the places where they have control.”
While Khemir's social position and influence protected their household somewhat during the occupation, it was not easy, and Khemir's health never truly recovered. Before he died in 4E 187, he helped Khemor secure a position in the College of Whispers in Cyrodiil, despite neither of them being particularly inclined towards the Empire. In appreciation for his loyal service to and care of Khemir during the final, ailing years of his life, Khemir's family gave Khemor several of his former master's magical heirlooms before he left for his new life in Cyrodiil.
One of Khemir's grandnieces currently runs the family estate, and she and Khemor are on friendly terms and communicate somewhat regularly.
Life in River's Edge
(Portrait by @thana-topsy, full version here.)
With his command of languages, he was able to perfect his chosen sub-field of necromancy: spirit-calling and speaking with the dead. After all, what is the use of summoning the shade of a long-dead person to answer your questions if you won't be able to understand each other? This ability led to Khemor rising quickly through the ranks of the College of Whispers, and his calm and pleasant demeanor meant he was often chosen to lead delegations to advise the Elder Council or other political entities in Cyrodiil.
It was because of this role that in the year 4E 201, when word came to the leaders of the College of Whispers that the Synod and the Thalmor were scheming to gain influence with the College of Winterhold in Skyrim, Khemor was chosen to travel to the far, frozen north of the Empire and attempt to establish a line of communication Archmage Savos Aren.
Because of the unstable political situation in Skyrim, once he was through the Pale Pass Khemor changed his Legion escort for one comprised solely of Fighters Guild mercenaries. His entourage left Helgen for Riften on the 14th of Last Seed, 4E 201. Khemor noted the unusual number of Legion soldiers stationed at such a small outpost, but thought nothing of it.
When the escort arrived in Riften, they learned of Ulfric's capture and escape and hear the first rumors of dragons returning. However, it isn't until a dragon is sighted flying over Lake Honrich into the Jerall Mountains that Khemor takes the reports seriously. For safety, a larger group of travelers gathered in Riften to travel to Windhelm, leading to a significant delay of Khemor's itinerary. During this time, he composes what will end up being his last piece of correspondence to his superiors in the College of Whispers, detailing what he has heard about the return of the dragons to Skyrim before the ad-hoc caravan sets out for Kynesgrove…
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Wow it’s tough coming back to somewhere you haven’t been for a while…
I’ve been clicking on the app a few times and clicking off it again, I’ve been coming on and liking some posts after I’ve seen movies (and I’ve missed tagging @acabecca in things!) and I’m thinking I could come back and set up a queue.
Despite Harper and Bucky invading my dream the other night I’m not sure I’m back on the writing scene just yet and I would really appreciate it if people could take me off their tag lists. If I see an oc/fic post I’ll reblog it no problem of course!
( @hiddenqveendom @starcrossedjedis @mabonetsamhain are the ones I remember off the top of my head, I’ll look out for your oc posts!)
Anyways. You might see me on your dash’s again, it may last a week and disappear. I’m doing well, I’m just super busy. My new job is epic, I’m doing my level 2 AAT, I now have 7 (s e v e n fml) horses, Osian hurt his eye and had to be on box rest for weeks, I have a 3 year old nephew who demands my attention, a dog under training for reactivity, an adolescent dog who is still very much in his learning period (I’m basically a dog trainer now guys) and we unfortunately lost my little rabbit a few months ago.
And tbh (apart from losing Luna and thinking Osh’s eye was going to fall out) I’m enjoying every second of it!
But I’m trying to get a bit of the old Sam back, I do miss parts of her a little bit!
I just wanna thank @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets and @lost-in-the-shelves for checking in with me, even tho I have been the worst friend and not got your messages for months! I’m sorry ❤️
Some pics of what we’ve been up to so this post isn’t a boring block of words 😂;
#hi everyone ❤️#any questions just ask!#listen#it may also have something to do with Florence and Yelena#the tag list thing isn’t personal#I just feel the pressure when I see the tag 😂#if I do any fic posts in the future I won’t be tagging people#about me
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VLD fic rec - cosmic dust by @discordiansamba
cosmic dust (188990 words) by discordiansamba
Chapters: 35/35
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt, Matt Holt & Pidge | Katie Holt, Matt Holt & Keith, Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Colleen Holt, Matt Holt, Te-osh (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Haggar (Voltron), Sendak (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Olia (Voltron), Ulaz (Voltron), Thace (Voltron), Haxus (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Galra Keith (Voltron)
Series: Part 1 of cosmic dust
Summary:
When her brother and father disappear without a trace during the Kerberos mission, Pidge sets out to find them. What she finds instead is an escaped half-alien fugitive, running from the same empire her family's been taken by. Convincing him to take her to space with him is the first step, and from there, well... as they say, when you look for trouble, it tends to find you.
Bookmarker's Notes:
I love how this fic completely reimagines canon while still retaining very similar goals. I feel like AUs that cover large swaths of the original media are often at risk of feeling monotonous, but this AU really breathes a completely new life into the story and progresses in a completely different way that lets the reader really get to know the depth of the characters.
The overall vibe is a lot different, emphasizing a lot of the secrets you're waiting to see unfold. It makes every chapter incredibly exciting as new little nuggets of information are unearthed that contribute to the larger picture.
There's a lot more I could say about this fic but I don't want to spoil the experience so go read it!!!
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i know its been years and you probably arent even into voltron anymore but let me tell u those rebel fighters are my roman empire with their total 5 minute screentime 😭😭😭😭 they couldve been so interesting like with olia and ozar killing off te-osh felt so lazy imo but it is what it is 😔 n-7 scenes were lingered on for so much only for nothing to happen 💀 i come back to your rebel coalition headcanon posts every now and then when i remember vld exists 😭 the relationship b/w the coalition and the bom i like to think theyve known abt the bom for a whileee but it was more of an unspoken thing rather than like an official talked throught sort of partnership? idkkkkkk plz ramble if u have thoughts 😭
Omg, this ask was certainly unexpected! Thank you for coming back, I really do appreciate it. Sometimes I also get random vld rebels thoughts and then it goes on for a day until it fades away again.
They're mostly Matt x N-7 related too, because I love them still.
I really have nothing on the BoM & freedom fighters. I can't imagine the rebels even knowing about them pre-voltron era with how secretive they are. After S4? Fuck yeah. It would still likely be a sort of "we each do our own thing but if you guys need a hand we will give it to you" kind of partnership.
The Voltron Coalition consists of many different species. Most of them likely suffered under the Galra colonization. And I bet at least one third of them struggles to accept the BoMs as their allies.
Oh, and did we ever have a talk about BoM's beliefs and practices? All of them being exactly what the rebels are fighting against?
Yeah, there would be a lot of tension I imagine. ESPECIALLY with how I write Ozar as the one who would rather fail the mission than to lose another soldier. As opposed to BoM's "mission above all" rule.
The only time the two rebel factions ever fully agree with one another is taking a piss at the Voltron Show.
I hope this was satisfying enough of an answer. Honestly, you coming back in my inbox has actually inspired me to do something with all my headcanon lore. I'm thinking of writing a fic about Matt's journey with the rebels. Like, without outline or beta or anything. Super self-indulgent. I just want to write it for myself and maybe someone will enjoy it too.
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Gold and purples on the floor: Chapter 3/8
My MK OC Stinger-centered fic, part 3.
TW: violence
This entire fic is Kotal Kahn negative. If he is your favorite/comfort character, consider not reading.
Chapter 4 is coming soon.
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
STINGER'S BIO
NAKARI'S BIO
Taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @theelderhazelnut @spacestephh @mistalintu
Stinger knew this day wouldn’t go peacefully. The sunrise was too bright, too red, too close, and everybody knew the sun favored the Osh-Tekk. For Stinger, however, that only meant he’d be a step closer to his revenge.
Kotal’s forces ambushed them shortly after they left the midday camp. The imposter Kahn was not among them, and yet, Stinger’s heart was soaring as he tore his enemies limb from limb, tossing the corpses out on his way. But then, as another bloodied body fell on the sand, he noticed a piece of rope lying beside it.
His heart sunk, a terrifyingly familiar feeling of dread hitting him. They left their prisoner with his arms still tied, unable to defend himself. Trying his best to ignore the guilt rising in him, Stinger clawed his way through the crowd and towards the other end of the rope, finding it not torn, but…
”Cut”, he murmured.
It only took a moment for him to think and say that, and yet, in that moment, something heavy hit him in the back. Stinger fell to the ground, hissing in pain and fury. A truly huge man was towering above him, hammer raised high to splatter the hybrid’s guts.
The hammer fell, cracking the dusty stone as Stinger rolled to the side and jumped onto his feet. Acidic blood filled his mouth, and as Stinger leaped onto the enemy, he opened his mouth wide. The soldier screamed in pain, hybrid’s green blood making his wounds burn. A second scream followed from behind, followed by a body, cut in half. Before Stinger had the chance of checking which one of his soldiers was now covering his back, there was a third, muffled scream, and with a flash of metal, another enemy fell.
Kotal’s men were fewer and fewer, but Stinger barely even looked at them, fighting on pure instincts. His eyes were darting around, seeking a particular shade of purple among the hues of red. He knew it was irrational of him to feel the exact desperate anger he only felt twice in his life. And for whom? Nakari was no friend and no master of his.
And yet, the thought of failing him was driving him mad.
“On your left!” a voice behind him cried out.
Stinger snapped out of it in an instant, braid piercing through the attacker’s abdomen as a fan-shaped blade cut off the war-painted head. Stinger stepped back until his ally was in his line of sight, wide-eyed and disheveled, purple clothing a little stained with blood.
“Do you always miss so many hits?” Nakari asked, concerned.
Stinger only clacked his mandibles, thankful that his face wasn’t capable of showing the relief he felt.
“Wounds later. Kombat now”, he growled, and Nakari nodded, adjusting his grip on the fan-axe.
Together, they cut their way to the head of the column again, and by the time they reached it, the throat-cutters were finishing the Kahn’s wounded soldiers. Stinger saw Nakari shudder at the sight and chuckled.
“You can kill easily on the battlefield but are afraid of violence afterwards?”
“Would it be better if I was afraid on the battlefield?” Nakari quipped, then paled, realizing what he’s done. “I mean, I am sorry, I just…”
“Relax”, Stinger patted him on the shoulder. “I don’t kill people over jokes. Not after they fought alongside me. Even though they had no reason not to run instead”.
His wounds were starting to hurt. He was good at hiding the pain, but hiding the blood was not an option. Suddenly, he felt hands on him, soft compared to his own rough skin.
“These need to be bandaged, you know”, Nakari murmured, too caught up examining the wounds to notice the slight burn of acid and the way he was crossing the line again.
“And we need to continue moving”, Stinger shook his head, regretting it immediately as a pang of pain shot through it. “You said we only have food for eight days”.
“Everybody needs rest, especially after such an encounter”, Nakari frowned. “I’ve left some room for adjustments. Besides, we should…” he gulped, “…re-calculate it all now”.
Stinger glanced around, and noticed some of his men lying among Kotal’s.
“You are right”, he sighed. “We’ll need to bury our own, and bandage the living”.
“You don’t kill your wounded then?” Nakari looked surprised.
“I do, but only if they are too hurt to walk. It is better than just leaving them to die from disease and starvation”.
“I do not intend to judge you”, Nakari stepped back, only now taking his hands off the hybrid.
To his surprise, Stinger realized he rather liked his touch. Or maybe it was just a head trauma from falling on the ground earlier.
“We will change our course and set up camp as soon as it is somewhat safe,” he said, pretending not to notice Nakari’s triumphant half-smile.
“I shouldn’t know that,” the accountant reminded. “And I suppose I should find another rope…”
“No”, Stinger was about to shake his wounded head, but wisely decided against that. “You’ve proved you won’t try to run away. And you don’t really have anywhere to run in the wastelands, do you?”
“I won’t have anywhere to run, ever”, Nakari mumbled.
“Keep the axe too. I doubt you will attack us, and you should be able to protect yourself in case we are ambushed again”.
“You seem to trust me a great deal now”, Nakari said, bemused.
“Saving me from a few wounds would earn you that, yes”, Stinger moved his mandibles in what was his version of a smile.
To his surprise, he saw no fear in Nakari’s eyes this time.
#tell me if i messed up the grammar or the lore#mk oc#ship: gold and purples on the floor#takii writes#mk stinger#mk nakari
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things from my 2020 fic so long, aphasia that still sorta hit after watching the 2023 ian + anthony interview
anthony's still happy with mykie :'>
anthony not really reaching out or collaborating after leaving sm/osh
the middle school poop drawing, something they still talk about and mention today
ianda not wanting to be super vulnerable with each other and not wanting to talk and it affecting their friendship
anthony being the more vocal one about the direction of sm/osh + anthony wanting ian to leave with him
anthony leaving bc there was basically no other choice
anthony wanting to talk it out but ian dismissing him out of fear
the deteriorated friendship being a factor in why anthony left the channel
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the fact that this felt like the best possible outcome in 2020 is wild now that we actually have both ian and anthony back as owners as smo/sh. we're living such a good timeline guys wth
#idk if these were sort of common sense things to interpret from their friendship at the time#but im just surprised that like. i was 98% spot on lmao#thoughts#my writing#ian#anthony#ianda#also the dialogue in this fic is sooooo cheesy but it had to be that way honestly
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imagine i post a fic i wrote two and a half years ago about characters i havent thought about in months and whose creators i despise
#osh has thoughts#anyway. theres a cd//team fic i wrote that is. half decent. but no way im posting that
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The way my jaw dropped when I saw you had updated the fwb fic. WOWO. Obsessed and in love with this fic all over again and I read and reread it today. I love your work so so much.
oh myg osh this is the loveliest sweetest most wonderful thing THANK YOUUUUU im so happy you like the story!!!!! it means so so much to me!!!!!! <3333333333333
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Alright- alright
I know this isn't exactly a *drawing* I'm posting, but I'm going to say this...also yes, more voltron au/fic stuff :D
Anyways! Little AU/fic dump
Lights burning out AU [Till the lights burn out Fic]
[DESCRIP]
After Voltrons disappearance, the pressure upon the Rebels begins to stir once more, especially once two of their planets are destroyed in retaliation to Voltron's efforts. After several months pass on with no word from Voltron or it's paladins a proposition is brought up by one of them.
The only problem to their solution: it was a mere legend.
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Alternate universe (Season 2/3 major changes and other tidbits))
Where the Blade of Marmora has Keith in their arms after he parts Voltron once the Red Lion takes Lance as her own paladin and Allura moves to take the Blue Lion as her own.
Shiro isn't missing and continues to lead Voltron, though he is plagued with an odd and strong headache.
The rebels have yet to encounter Voltron or her paladins, only hearing word of its return after a few had joined the rebels and the Puigians are freed.
[minor changes and non-spoiling]
Texas (Krolia may have misheard him) lives. Simple as that...yep.
Antok, Ulaz, and Thace live.
Neptionis a hub for the rebels, and they do have a bit of a town/city under its surface due to how long they have been stationed there.
Kraydah is Te-osh's main base along with Ozar. Olia and Matt visit and base there often. ((Cold planet))
Narti lives
that's about it...yep!
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sometimes I remember those pr/osh/ippers with the incest blog & fics who were totally cool and fine with scott being a politically reprehensible piece of shit but drew the line at him firing ladyfiszi for writing a fanfic where he, scott cawthon the guy, is a paedophile. Like. literally "I can excuse racism but I draw the line at not wanting to be associated with very particular kinds of porn"
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if u end up writing the matt rebel fic i WILL READ IT 😭😭😭 the bom and coalition ideologies crashing is so. delicious content because the bom being mainly galra impacts their "mission over individual" sacrifice bs. i sort of interpreted it as a weird empire guilt thing 💀 like they wanna get it over with but kolivan did sort of reprimand keith for being toooo reckless n sacrificial so idk 😭 but yeah i just know the rebels would see the bom as a weird cult 💀😭 ozar and kolivan fighting would b so fun. olia too actually 😭 anyways don't mind me just ramblig in your ask box hahahaha speaking of yapping i reckon slav and matt had met in prison when matt was in beta traz i just know te-osh left slav behind cause he wouldnt shut up 😔😔😔😔😔
Oi, thank you :)
You can always ramble in my ask box.
I just have a small correction. Matt wouldn't be able to meet Slav in Beta Traz because that's not where Matt was held at. Beta Traz was meant to hold one single prisoner. That prisoner being Slav. Matt and other prisoners were likely in one of the many other Prisoner Ships. Not as highly guarded as Beta Traz was.
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