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jihyocentric · 1 year

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idk if anyone has requested for the summary of dormmate!nayeon yet, but I would like to! It’s been a while since we have got an update about them🥺

thanks in advance and have a great day, lumi!

made this a filler drabble to give context to the next request for this au!

getting to know yeri shifted something between them. jihyo slowly realizes that nayeon has been sweeter with her, trying to redeem herself, knowing she was the reason why jihyo had to deal with that.

if only nayeon had resisted the urge to have jihyo, they wouldn’t be stuck in that situation. jihyo could’ve found someone nice. someone who would take care of her, always put her first and wouldn’t make her pretend she doesn’t know them when they’re not in between four walls.

this time, when the guilt begins to consume her, nayeon doesn’t drink. after the last time she drowned her sorrows in alcohol and everything went downhill, nayeon promised she wouldn’t do that again, resorting to less harmful things.

that included spending quality time with jihyo, and sometimes helping sana and momo out. there was an extracurricular project of which the two were volunteers, and while sana and momo were there for the money, nayeon wanted time for herself, keeping her mind busy while teaching kids the basics of basketball.

that way, she didn’t have to think about the mess that her life had become. the moments where she was alone at the dorm, waiting for jihyo to arrive, were the worst hours of her days. as long as she was away, either helping out on the project or taking classes at college, her problems would vanish.

even if temporarily, she could finally breathe.

“since we’re letting you participate, you should give us the money,” sana says when they’re leaving college. momo agrees with her. “you don’t need it! besides, if it wasn't for us you would never know about the project, and…”

“you can have it.” nayeon sighs, already sick of having the two around. they had become closer with time, and they certainly knew how to keep nayeon from thinking about her problems, but they talked too much. “can you just keep quiet?”

“that easy?!” sana blinks, confused, hugging nayeon’s shoulder with a smile on her face. “look at you, im. you’re such a good friend now.”

nayeon scoffs, offering her a halfhearted smile. momo was clueless to the whole nayeon and jihyo subject, and none of them were planning to tell her. nayeon still hates the fact that momo tries to reach jihyo, the jealousy stopping nayeon from accepting momo as a friend. sana finds it entertaining for the most part, an amused viewer.

when she gets home, nayeon feels a scent that calls for her, fresh and sugary, filling the entire dorm. jihyo leaves the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her, and nayeon knows she will rightfully complain about what she plans to do, but she can’t help but engulf her in a hug, her front meeting jihyo’s back, her sweaty arms involving her.

“you’re late,” jihyo sighs, her hair being pulled aside, soft lips kissing her neck, a familiar gesture that made her stomach burn, anticipating everything that came next. “and sweaty.”

“i took the girls home today,” nayeon pushes jihyo’s body gently, making her walk. while she wouldn’t mind to fuck her in the hallway, right there and then, her legs ached after spending the day running on a court. “and now i’m taking you.”

jihyo’s back hits the mattress as soon as nayeon manages to undo her towel, and then she’s trapped in one of those moments where she thinks she should be saying no. meeting yeri made things become more real, the guilt close to palpable, but it feels so good, even when it’s bad.

nayeon’s kisses carried uncertainties that even the roughest touch couldn’t make jihyo understand what nayeon wanted behind the obvious lust. kisses shouldn’t feel that way — empty and hungry at the same time, and nayeon shouldn’t be silently telling jihyo she is hers when she couldn’t live up to the promise.

“about our date…” nayeon inches away, taking off her muscle tee and dropping it to the floor. “there’s a festival happening out of town this weekend, i thought i could take you there.”

jihyo takes a while to process what nayeon had told her, eyes locked on her tummy. the top part of her boxers was showing, nayeon entirely too lazy to fix it. the shirt had been covering it anyway.

“you’re taking me out of town so nobody can see us?” jihyo asks, bringing her hand to the belt around nayeon’s waist, unbuckling it easily.

“what a smart girl,” nayeon mashes her lips together, only letting out a small laugh. “there’s nothing interesting for us to do here. at least not this weekend… just thought you would like to do something different.”

it was true.

not entirely true, but it was still true. nayeon was taking her out of town because it was dangerous to walk around with jihyo when nobody knew she shared her dorm with her, but she wasn’t lying when she said there was nothing interesting to do around the town.

“too sweet, unnie.” jihyo sighs, pulling nayeon’s pants down to her thighs along with the boxers. she moans softly when nayeon’s cock springs out, hard from the moment she saw jihyo. “planning to take me to bed afterwards?”

nayeon shrugs, letting jihyo guide her inside, supporting herself on her arms as she leans into her neck, nibbling the smooth skin just slightly. jihyo was already covered in marks, and those needed time to heal without nayeon trying to give her more of them.

“obviously.” nayeon tells her, amused. “but i want us to have fun, too. just you and i,” she pulls away just barely, nose brushing against jihyo’s. “my pretty girl.”

wasting no time, nayeon starts to thrust. she had always been fond of giving jihyo a little praising, knowing what it did to her, combining them with searing thrusts that would make jihyo cry out beautifully.

nayeon keeps a hand on jihyo’s cheek tenderly, another holding her thigh, groaning at how jihyo claws at her ass under the pants, subtly asking nayeon to put it all in and go impossibly deep, her way of making nayeon hers, an arbitrary sense of accomplishment growing in her chest.

the same passion that put them in their current situation comes back stronger when they’re together like that — losing themselves together, bodies pressed against one another, fulfilling a need that would never be truly sated, drowning into each other’s mouths even when they could barely breathe, forgetting about the world outside.

despite everything, there's nothing to regret when it feels that good.

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #dormmate!nayeon #g!p #fill

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teaveetamer · 8 months

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Cap: *writes a blatantly sexist, racist, homophobic fic that is immensely popular and influential in the fandom and that many people have explicitly said made them feel uncomfortable when reading it*

Raxis: he's completely innocent everyone who says he ever did anything wrong are just hysterical liars with victim complexes

Moonlitboar: *says that they wanted Lambert to be more morally ambiguous and said they thought Sitri was happy in untagged posts that literally maybe a dozen people max ever saw*

Raxis: THEY DESERVED TO GET CANCELED THEY FUCKED AROUND AMD FOUND OUT THEY’RE AN ASSHOLE but i never did anything to them but i know who did but i won't tell anyone who that is BUT I'M COMPLETELY UNINVOLVED i just know exactly who is involved in this TOTALLY JUSTIFIED C A N C E L A T I O N (and totally not harassment because harassment is bad but cancelation to the point of harassment is fine)

LITERALLY what was the game plan here. His own logic makes it sound like he's actually completely down with Cap getting "canceled" AND he sounds like a blatant liar. Why couldn't he just shut his mouth for once

From the very beginning, no one on Tumblr has done anything that would break his personal definition of "normal" fandom participation. We're "harassing" Cap for talking about his fic and meta posts, but if you bring up Raxy's aggressive disregard for the block button, and how he disregards people directly asking him to leave them alone, he will be the FIRST to say "you put it on the internet so you have no right to be upset about me criticizing your dumbass takes".

He will stomp his feet and throw a tantrum if you say anything even remotely critical of Cap's fic's actual racist, sexist, and homophobic undertones, but Moonlit had one milquetoast opinion about Sitri and Lambert and they "deserve" a brutal cancellation. By his logic Cap should have been cancelled about a thousand times over by now; I'm giving him one cancellation for every use of "girls" to refer to grown women.

He will consistently justify his mistreatment of people with "but someone bullied Cap first" even if the person he's literally harassing has had nothing to do with Cap ever, but if you bring up what he demonstrably did to Moonlitboar it's "how dare you, you shouldn't 'mistreat' me for this thing I demonstrably did and even if I did do it then it wasn't my fault because they deserved it :/"

The truth of the matter is that Raxy doesn't give a shit. His "rules" for engagement are literally just "I should be allowed to react however I want whenever my feelings are hurt, and you should only be allowed to react in a way that doesn't hurt my feelings." Except this man is quite possibly the most fragile human being I have ever encountered and everything hurts his feelings. He genuinely thinks saying "I think Sitri lived a good life" is equivalent in hurtfulness to "I think it's okay to make genocide 'jokes' on your posts". Because the Sitri thing hurt his poor feelings, but well if someone tells me it's funny to remind me that my family died in the holocaust it's not his feelings getting hurt, so who gives a shit, just don't make him look too bad and he doesn't care. I wish I were kidding but that was LITERALLY his primary concern in that situation.

Not "hey talking about how genocide is cool is fucked up" or "hey maybe stop telling the woman who just told you that her family was impacted by the Holocaust that genocide is really funny and something to joke about"

Nope, it's "shut up you're making us look bad, and look now you woke Nilsh up! Don't you know I worked so hard to harass him into leaving social media!"

Like be for fucking real dude, you aren't slick. I can sum up everything you need to know about this guy's attitude in two images:

His logic looks like a mess of spaghetti because it is. Because he works backward from a conclusion ("I should be allowed to do whatever I want and no one should be allowed to do anything I don't like") and he inserts justifications as he goes, with no regard for whether or not it actually makes sense. He went from "Moonlit deserved it because they had bad takes" to "Moonlit was actually harassing me" to "I didn't actually do it anyway" to "I know exactly who did it but I won't say but it wasn't that bad" to now, apparently, "there's a conspiracy against me". He just relies on no one looking closely enough at him to notice the clear pattern. If someone does suss it out he tries to harass them into shutting up about him or he tries to delete evidence of his past logic and behavior (all the better if the person he's harassing deletes everything too, because then he can just make shit up).

The thing that really gets me is like, just how clearly unable to function he is without someone he absolutely hates to bounce off of. Does he even make original posts, or does he just constantly whine about other people's opinions? Every post I've ever seen from him about 3H, even the ones that aren't reblogs or don't have screenshots included, are like 99% "someone had an opinion I didn't agree with! Allow me to debunk it!" posts. The other 1% are recycled talking points from other people's metas, which he writes like he's got a 5,000 word paper due tomorrow that he hasn't even started and he's trying to see how much "slightly reword the wikipedia entry" he can get away with.

And not even speaking just about Raxy, but this is what pisses me off so bad about certain people in fandom. They feel empowered to harass and bully the genuinely awesome, creative people who actually make things. Those people leave, and then they have the audacity to sit there and whine about how the fandom is dead, no one is making anything, everyone left for greener pastures. They suck the life out of vibrant communities and leave nothing but a hollowed out husk. It happened with a ton of fan artists and authors in 3H, including some I'm friends with, who just had to get the fuck out because of the damage it was causing their mental health. And before he says it, no. Saying "Cap's (a white man) fic has some kinda racist and uncomfy undertones I wish he'd take some criticism to heart and correct that" is not the same thing as stalking someone and sending death threats because they have a different opinion about your favorite character. Holy fuck.

Like hey wanna know why no one wants to talk about 3H anymore? Because of this shit. Because saying "I think Lambert doing Morally Complex things is Morally Complex and therefore interesting" is the kind of opinion that can get you harassed into leaving the fandom entirely.

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burstanddecay · 1 year

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Doors I Painted Shut

I don't like me.

Pairing: Benny Miller x (named) F!Reader Summary: You try to ignore the undeniable truth as best you can, but it’s undeniable for a reason. You’re in love with Benny Miller, but you think he deserves much more than you can offer. Wordcount: 2.3K Contains/Warning: This story deals with a reader that struggles with deeply with herself. It is raw, self depricating, and deals with heavy and dark thoughts. If you're struggling yourself, reach out. Ask for help. You are not alone. You are not a burden. Part one of Cold Is The Night. // Part two

North Carolina. Present day.

A big, shuddery breath rattles through your chest as you stare out onto the packed parking lot of the bar.

You suppose it’s unsurprising that it’s this busy: the holiday season has a tendency to highlight just how lonely life can be, especially this close to a major military base. A bar really does present itself as the ideal place to bury yourself in a plethora of options; booze, greasy bar food, or a willing participant that is down for a quick fuck in a bathroom stall. All valid options, for those looking to ignore their actual life and the big, gaping black hole that is swallowing it whole.

You fit into that category.

The constant anxiety you experience almost feels itchy, crawling beneath your skin with no real way out. It paralyses you: it’s fiery hot, licking at your heels, but also spreading like ice, bolting you in place. Stuck in limbo, unable to move forwards, leaving you to be devoured by your own demons. It makes you want to scream so loud you’ll go hoarse, until it’s taken up so much energy you no longer have any space left to feel anything but exhaustion.

Sitting in a parking lot, however, doesn’t do anything, so you pull the key from the ignition and reach for your phone, turning it over to see that you received a text from Benny.

Benny Miller, one of the very few constants in your life.

You jokingly referred to him as glitter when a good friend asked about him: everywhere, impossible to get rid of, somehow makes you smile even if it is a little annoying sometimes.

Even if your entire world is falling apart, there’s Benny. Not always physical, but you just know he’s there. Looking out for you in whatever way he can.

Almost any way, at least.

You try to ignore the undeniable truth as best you can, but it’s undeniable for a reason.

You’re in love with Benny Miller. Desperately, deeply in love with him, but you know it’s not something you can ask of him to give back in return.

That doesn’t stop the ache in your chest every time he smiles at you, when he calls you at 2 AM, just to tell you go to bed, Peach before hanging up, somehow just knowing that you’re awake, worrying.

He deserves better than what you can offer.

He deserves someone that isn’t a complete and utter mess.

That knowledge does nothing to stop the ache that intertwines itself with the anxiety in your chest, eating away at you like an infection, tearing through the flesh and leaving you with nothing but bones rattling against each other.

You want to reach out, to say I’m not doing okay, but at the same time, your conviction chants in the back of your head like a work song.

He deserves more. He doesn’t need your mess.

So you keep going, keeping the worry and doubt close to your chest, hoping that no one notices you’re nothing but bones kept up by sheer stubbornness at this point. It’s exhausting, but you manage. Barely. But it’s enough.

In your hand, your phone buzzes again, a new text notification popping up. The first one reads Five minutes until I’m ordering you one of those shots that’s just bar juices poured into a glass. The second, the one that came in just now reads Too late. It’s grey and smells like gasoline. Should be tasty!

You huff out a small laugh, lips curling up at the corners. You reach for your bag before opening the car door, the gravel crunching under your feet as they hit the ground.

It’s colder than you anticipated, a breeze biting into your skin as you pick up your pace, running to the door that someone opens as you’re reaching for it. A guy a few years younger than yourself smiles at you, beckoning for you to enter. You nod your head as a silent thanks, slipping past him, eyes racking over the crowd inside the bar, looking for either Will or Benny.

Normally, there was a chance Frankie and/or Santiago would be accompanying them, but with both of them away on trips with their respective girlfriends, it’s just you, Will and Benny left in town for the holidays, leaving you with fewer recognisable options to find, especially as the two brothers had the habit of dressing alike.

It’s then you spot a familiar brown flannel sat at the bar, head hung low, shoulders shaking in inaudible laughter.

Will.

Across him, you spot Benny in the process of lifting his drink to his lips when he pauses, face splitting into a wide grin as he catches your eye. He gives a small wave, causing Will to turn around and look at you.

Worming your way through a sea of bodies occupying what seems to be every available square inch of space, you make your way to the bar, hand coming up against Will’s back.

“Hey Peach,” the older Miller says, smiling softly as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pressing you into his side in leu of a hug. “Good to see you.”

“Hey,” you smile, leaning into his touch. “Sorry I’m late.” I didn’t want to leave the house. “I had to run errands.” I sat on the couch paralysed as the sun went down. “Took a little longer than expected.” It took me three hours before I could get up.

“No worries,” Will replies easily, keeping his arm snuggly around your shoulders. “Glad you made it down.”

You keep the smile on your face, praying to God that it masks well enough, that it balances out the dark circles you can’t hide, no matter how much makeup you put on.

Benny reaches out, hand warm on your upper arm, squeezing just below where Will’s hand rests before he wipes it on his leg, shifting in his seat.

“So,” you say, looking at Benny as he reaches for his glass. “Where’s that shot at, Miller?”

He snorts into his glass, choking mid-sip in the process. Will takes the glass from his hand, a warm laugh rumbling through his chest as his brother coughs loudly. You bite your lip to stop from laughing yourself, watching as Benny rakes a hand through his hair, chest heaving a little as he catches his breath.

“Funny,” he coughs lightly.

“It is,” you grin. “Big ‘ole army man, able survive in hostile situations, felled by a local beer. But really, everything but the sink? What’s next? Am I going to find a bottle of Smirnoff Ice you’ve hidden in the depths of my pantry?”

He scowls at you, no real hostility in the expression. Instead, he reaches to his side, a mason jar you hadn’t noticed before parked next to his beer. “Got you their iced tea, smartass.”

Your hearts swells a little in your chest as the glass slides across the wood, leaving behind a trail of condensation. Though the bar is mostly known for their wide selection of local and artisanal beers, it’s the home made iced tea that has your heart.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, your throat feeling as if its being squeezed shut at the small gesture. You scrape it lightly, hands wrapping around the glass as Will hands it over to you, his arm sliding down, now resting around your waist.

“Haven’t see you around in a while,” he remarks, sipping from his scotch. “How’s life?”

You huff out a small laugh, feet shuffling on the wooden floorboards. A question that’s meant well, that comes from a place of genuine interest, but one that gets harder and harder to genuinely answer lately.

A voice in the back of your head telling you that you’re being a baby, that it really isn’t as bad as it feels, that you’re fine and should just tell people so. That you’re faking everything for attention, even though you know damn well a mask slips into place as soon as you leave the house, shutting the door on your reality so no one actually sees the mess hiding inside.

You take a deep breath, hiding the shaky rattle in your chest, the tremble of your hands as you take a sip of your drink before answering.

“The usual,” you shrug. “Nothing exciting.”

“You’re a shit liar,” Benny remarks, words heavy in the air as his eyes are locked on your face. “Don’t give us that shit, Peach, c’mon.”

“Ben,” Will warns lowly, fingers digging into your side as he does. “Don’t.”

“No, I think I will. Look at her, Will,” he gestures at you, eyebrows knitted into a heavy frown. “She’s been bullshitting being fine for fucking weeks, man. I’m done letting her. She’s not fine. You’re not doing fine,” he says, the last word as sharp as a razorblade.

It’s like you’re bolted into place, cemented into the floor as Benny’s blue eyes are on you, gaze unyielding, biting into the conversation with no intention of letting it go.

You don’t reply, instead focussing on the glass in your hands, the ice cubes softly clinking against the sides as you swirl the liquid around.

“Peach.”

The nickname comes out tightly. A request. To look up, to acknowledge that he’s right.

To let him in.

Reality is seeping through the cracks of the door you painted shut in an attempt to have it blend in with the walls you’ve put up, and Benjamin Miller is banging down the door with zero mercy.

You can’t let him in. You can’t let him see the mess that is your life. You should’ve stayed home.

Will’s hand is still on your waist, warm even through the fabric of your sweater, as you down your drink in one go, placing the glass back on the bar before squeezing his thigh just above his knee, hiding the scowl as result of the immediate brain freeze that follows.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you tell them honestly, not making eye contact with Benny, whose jaw you can see tighten even without looking directly at his face. “I… Yeah. No. Happy Christmas, guys.”

You don’t wait for a reply, instead placing ten dollars on the bar and turning around, squeezing past bodies as you make your way through the crowd as quick as possible, earning dirty looks at you carelessly push past them, ones that quickly soften when they catch the look on your face.

Once outside, the cold winter air bites into your face, your breath tight and stuck somewhere high in your chest. You open and close your fists, tipping your head towards the sky and rolling your shoulders in an attempt to get the feeling to leave, to force back the inevitable hour long cry lurking a mere blink away until you’ve made it home.

“Peach!”

Behind you, the door of the bar slams open, the light next to it rattling in protest, gravel crunching as footsteps approach you.

“I’m fine, Ben,” you say, opening your eyes, head still turned skyward. “Go back inside.”

You hear keys clanging as he flips them back and forth between his fingers, something he’s done ever since you first got to know him, the footsteps coming to pause next to you.

“You’re not.”

He doesn’t reach out, doesn’t touch you, instead letting the words float in the air between you.

“You’re not okay, and that’s fine, Peach. It happens. But don’t shut me out.”

A heartless chuckle rumbles through your chest, a voice yelling he’s doesn’t want to know, he’s lying. It’s just common curtesy to ask.

“Please.”

The word is soft, yet heavy and loaded in the air.

“I know you always joke about it, that I punch my feeling instead of talking about them,” he continues, holding up his hand as you turn your head towards him, opening your mouth to protest his words. “And you’re right. Maybe I do. I think it’s cathartic. Beat them to pulp before they have the chance to get to me.”

You allow your gaze to fall onto his face, meeting an expression you can’t quite place.

“Maybe you can’t let me in,” he says. “And I understand that. But…” he pauses, hesitating as he searches for the right words. “But I’d like for you to let it exist. Stop hiding it.”

“I don’t think I can,” you quietly admit, giving him a small smile.

“So we’ll try.” He shrugs with a half smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“It’ll end me, Ben,” you whisper, the words heavy and filled with guilt, weighing down on you as you voice something that’s been lurking in the shadows, a truth that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“It won’t,” he promises. “I promise you, it won’t. But I need you to trust me when I say I think it’s worth trying it my way.”

A silence falls between you, peaceful and quiet, until it’s suddenly cut up when the chorus of Do They Know It’s Christmas booms through the quiet night sky as the entire bar seems to burst into song, causing you to laugh at the contrast.

Next to you, Benny chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you.

“Okay,” you eventually say as the singing behind you quiets back down. “Your way.”

“Yeah?”

His face breaks into a devastating smile, one that turns your knees to jelly every time it graces his face.

“Yeah,” you breathe, praying to god you don’t come to regret the decision. “Yeah. I’m willing to try it your way.”

#benny miller x you #benny miller x reader #benny miller #triple frontier fanfiction #benny miller x oc

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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🐢 anon is back!! ratchet/team or ratchet/cons dynamics?

thank you :]

Great to see you again anon! Ratchet and Con dynamics coming right up! (I also did a little sketch for this, hope you like it!)

Ratchet on the Nemesis

Ratchet hates just about everyone on the nemesis, but he hates some far more than others.

Megatron

Ratchet has and will continue to attempt to kill Megatron at every given opportunity. He can't be obvious about it, and more often than not his attempts just inconvenience the Warlord, but by Primus does Ratchet try.

Oil on the floor outside Megatron's quarters? How unfortunate for him, he should really watch his step. Welds too loose and open to rust infection? Well maybe Megatron just needs to stop being a pansy and grow up a little or get some better medical equipment. Poison in the Warlord's energon? Megatron should get better security, Starscream might be trying something after all.

Everything that Ratchet can get away with he will attempt. Even if it just means taking his sweet time on whatever Megatron is forcing him to do or purposefully botching up a project, Ratchet will do whatever he can to bother Megatron. In fact, he is nearly as bad a Starscream because while he knows his life hangs on a thread, he also knows his knowledge is too valuable to lose. As such he throws his weight around whenever he can.

So far he has caused Megatron the most grief by changing all of his passwords using what he learned from Optimus while he was still a data clerk. Soundwave eventually recovered all of them, but for a while Megatron couldn't access anything, including his books. Ratchet smiled evilly into his energon that day and did nothing to assist in the effort to fix the problem.

He is petty as Pit, and frag it all he is proud of it.

Knockout

Ratchet is neither particularly fond of Knockout or all that angry with him. The Decepticon medic has done nothing that Ratchet feels the need to hang over his helm, at least compared to every other participant in the war. However that does not mean he gives Knockout and easy time.

When possible, Ratchet does petty scrap just to be irritating. Changing the labels on Knockout's paint canisters and hiding his favorite buffer is one of his favorite ways to screw with the Decepticon medic. Other times he will add a little sour mixture into Knockout's energon when he isn't looking just to watch the red mech gag.

Despite being stuck on the nemesis and surrounded by the enemy, Ratchet feels more liberated than ever before. This is mainly because he can mess with everyone around him and get back at others in petty ways without seriously harming anyone he cares about.

But Ratchet doesn't go out of his way to torture Knockout, he can see that the mech is hurting and not all that fond of being a Decepticon. And so every now and then, mainly when he is feeling less grouchy, Ratchet will do nicer things for Knockout. Bringing him fresh rags, cleaning up the medical bay, and leaving a cube of energon on Knockout's workstation are Ratchet's small ways of being nice.

Breakdown

Ratchet isn't all that sure how to treat Breakdown. The mech is far too nice for his own good and reminds Ratchet a lot of Bulkhead. As such the Autobot medic often can't bring himself to go out of his way to be bothersome.

He tends to avoid Breakdown most of the time, but on occasion he will to petty but ultimately harmless things to the mech just because he can. Stuff like putting a sign on his back reading "kick me" or slapping an obnoxious sticker onto Breakdown somewhere he won't immediately notice are Ratchet's go-to methods of spicing up the mech's day. When Breakdown eventually notices what Ratchet has done to him, he usually isn't even upset and finds it funny. He has even kept several of the stickers Ratchet has put on him because he thinks they are neat.

Ratchet is rather unsure how to handle this behavior but has found no real reason to stop being a nuisance and so continues with his behavior unless Breakdown is not in the mood. On days where Breakdown is off, Ratchet notices and does his best to make the mech's day a little bit better. Ratchet may not like Decepticons, but he will not leave a hurting mech to suffer. And so Ratchet will do little things for him, like making energon goodies discreetly and putting colorful stickers over Breakdown's uglier scars to make him happy.

Breakdown appreciates it, but knows Ratchet's disposition well enough to keep his praise to himself.

Starscream

Frag. Starscream. Ratchet hates the flier with a seething passion, almost to the degree which he hates Megatron. His hatred stems partially from Starscream's ridiculous ego and partially from the many crimes he has committed against the Autobots. Ratchet has not yet forgotten the loss of Cliffjumper, nor does he ever intend to.

Ratchet doesn't try to kill the seeker, but he does do everything in his power to make Starscream miserable. He will go out of his way to botch Starscream's paintjob, a task Knockout does not mind assisting in. Ratchet will leave stickers with insults plastered to Starscream's back when he can get away with it. And he also makes it his duty to make the seeker's visits to the medical bay as uncomfortable as possible since can't outright hurt him.

After one visit to the medical bay where Starscream was left covered in blue paint, with his arms in casts, and several painful welds he has since avoided the medical bay like the plague unless he really needs aid. Knockout has been a much happier mech since then, and while still not fond of Knockout, his healthier mental state is something Ratchet takes pride in.

Soundwave

Ratchet plays a dangerous game with the Decepticon spymaster. Both of them a fully aware of what Ratchet is doing around the nemesis, and Ratchet's regular attempts on Megatron's life have not gone unnoticed. This far Soundwave has tolerated Ratchet's actions towards the Decepticons as he has produced valuable research. However the Autobot medic knows that the moment he ceases being useful, the truce between him and Soundwave will end.

Both avoid one another and only ever interact by chance. If given the opportunity though, Ratchet will mess with Soundwave a little bit by putting sticky notes on his security cameras with stupid doodles on them. He may or may not also give Lazerbeak goodies every now and then just to spite Soundwave but if it happens neither acknowledge it.

Shockwave

Pits no. Ratchet stays the frag away from Shockwave as much as he can. Shockwave is a terrifying force and Ratchet doesn't want any part in it.

The few times he has been forced to work with Shockwave have been awful. They both hate each other and can't agree on anything when it comes to science. Not only that, but when he is around the scientist Ratchet can't shake the feeling that Shockwave would prefer to dissect him rather than work with him.

The only thing Ratchet can do to mess with Shockwave is screw around with his animal documentaries and delete them or change to subtitles on them to something outrageous. He might also attempt to move Shockwave's tools and hide them somewhere but usually he refrains as Ratchet is rather fond of living.

#maccadam #transformers shenanigans #decepticons #ratchet #transformers #transformers prime #ratchet is a menace #he can't be crazy around the autobots cuz he is their emotional support medic #but the decepticons?#they are free game #somehow I can see ratchet hanging around in the vents when he was younger just to pop out and scare people

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nofoundboy · 2 years

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May I perhaps ask for something with Coach Boomer or Ash (AVED) with a younger trans male reader? It can really be anything you want other than that, fluff, smut, anything. I just want me some dilf/gilf bruce tbh

Love this request 😭😭 I hope you like it

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Tw:Kind of angsty, nsfw (mentions of sex and cockwarming). Ash has PTSD

Chest to chest, you felt Ash's breathing rise and fall, trying to calm down and cling to a steady, gentle rhythm that would succeed in calming him.

His hand clung tightly to your hip and his stump rested on your back. He needed to know that you were there, that you were real and that nothing had happened to you.

The sweat on your bodies had begun to fade, replaced by the cold that crept in through the slightly open windows. You wouldn't make the attempt to get up to close them, for with the slightest shake of your head, Ash had further solidified his grip. He needed you.

Until 10 minutes ago, you had both been lost in the ecstasy of your bodies colliding, of wet kisses and raucous moans. It was then that the most horrible memory of his past, specifically, of Linda and what he had to do to save himself, seized him, causing him to come to an immediate halt.

At that moment, his countenance had a deathly appearance. Had it not been for his hands clenching you desperately tight, you would have thought he had lost consciousness.

Now, the only source of warmth you had was your bodies pressed together. He had not left your interior, for the absolute closeness to you was the only thing that prevented him from collapsing completely.

Your body, safe and warm, kept him in this world and in this time, a participant in the details of the now that his past sought so desperately to take from him.

"I'm sorry" you heard him murmur against your skin, his face hidden in your neck.

"Don't apologize. It's weird" you whispered against his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

Embarrassment for his actions was not a quality Ash possessed, or at least, that he forced himself not to possess, so he understood perfectly why you saw such an action as unusual. You had become so accustomed to not hearing him apologize that this seemed simply anticlimactic.

It didn't matter, he insisted. Only you were able to put up with his bullshit and keep him from going back to his old pathetic routine of running away from those who seriously loved him and going back to one-night stands and his cold bed after sunrise.

"I'm with you, Ash, okay?" you whispered, stroking the back of his neck gently.

A subtle 'mmm' escaped his lips, muffled by the way he pressed his face against your chest.

"You've worn the binder too long" he whispered after a while, noting how reddened your skin was in that area. The heat of the moment consumed you both, too fast and too scorching for you to stop and observe those details, but in the calmness granted by the release of orgasm, you both noticed the irregularities and newness of your bodies. Always.

"I forgot. It won't happen again," your hands fastened on Ash's back muscles, which seemed to relax just a smidgen more at the subtlety of your touch.

"You should be with someone younger. And with someone who isn't a fucking mess" no sooner had he finished saying this than you straightened up a little, with your palms on his chest and looking at him, confused.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life" and you hated it when he said things like that. It just happened, the times when memories flooded him to the point of suppressing his self-esteem and confidence. "I couldn't even imagine myself with anyone but you" you didn't expect that would put the matter to rest, but you did expect it to silence him at least for this one occasion.

Ash hated feeling vulnerable, but he loved and trusted you enough to accept that he was in a bad place, so he didn't push aside his feelings or regain a façade of security, he just stood there, hugging you tightly, not daring to lift his face and look at you. He just wanted to feel that you were completely real, that nothing bad had happened to you, and that he was miles away from that damn cabin.

Several minutes passed, minutes that for Ash might as well have been hours. He pulled away from you slightly, depositing a kiss on your neck.

"Ah…you're better" you sighed, feeling his erection inside you.

He had thought about replying 'thank you to you', for I was indeed grateful for your very existence, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. He wasn't ready to 'be a decent fellow' yet, so he just smiled slyly and, seeking your approval with his gaze, resumed his movements until you both left all concern behind.

#ash williams #ash williams x reader #ash williams x male reader #ash williams x transmasc reader #male reader #transmasc reader #evil dead #ash vs the evil dead

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myddrinmob · 7 months

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Coenen Onnen

It’s long past dusk, but the market never truly stops. Only changes faces - vendors, stalls, patrons - like a mummer in a masked show. The stranger who stalks through its crowded thoroughfare is entirely unfamiliar with its many guises: so, though he strides like a predator, he looks over his shoulder like prey. In the hidden nook to which he is heading - though, pertinently, cannot yet see - wait two figures. One is the owner, short and middling in age, surrounded by the accoutrements of high war. We might assume he is a master armourer and weaponsmith. The other is in shadow.

Chapter two! This episode probably gets the top spot for 'least changed from canon'. The original episode is just so good: the beginning of a rapport between Merlin and Arthur, growing to trust; first showing of the worth of commoners vs nobility in Camelot; Gwen! Gwen! Gwen!

So what changes are there? Well, for starters.

Why does Arthur have literally no other servants?

ARTHUR My chambers are a complete mess. My clothes need washing. My, uh, armour needs repairing. My boots need cleaning. My dogs need exercising. My fireplace needs sweeping. My bed needs changing. And someone needs to muck out my stables…

Like, arguably none of this should be Merlin's job. The world of BBC Merlin exists in a quasi-historical fantasy medieval setting, sure, so we have wriggle room, but even in the earliest and lowliest of post-antiquity royal households, most of these are done by different people. Merlin, as a personal manservant, might organise them, and get different servants to do them, but he largely won't be doing them himself.

A castle would have a laundry, where they'd probably also do repairs, and may have the bootboys too. They'd have a dedicated stable staff, farriers and stablehands and horse breeders and so on - depending on the household, they'd have a Marshal or it's equivalent to oversee all that. The knights would have pages and squires and drill masters and armoursmiths - who would probably be different from the weaponsmiths, and definately different from smiths that make general goods, like nails. You'd have kennel masters for the dogs and chambermaids to do the cleaning and -

You get the gist.

I get why all this wasn't shown - budget, rotating cast of extras, it's just easier to have Merlin involved in literally every aspect of Arthur's life - but! I think it also kneecaps Merlin's character.

This is the tip of the iceburg of my ongoing quibble with the series regarding Merlin the perpetual servant. I'll get into it more in future episodes, but essentially I think the maintenance of the shows initial premise - high school au Arthuriana, Merlin-as-servant - reduced the potential character growth we could have seen, and a real fulfilment of the idea of Arthur and Merlin as equals (two sides of the same coin, anyone?).

It's also really funny to imagine Arthur driving away everyone who might be in his service, to the point he doesn't even have a squire. Like damn, how bad an employer are you?

The only other thing that got changed was the weird...thing... between Arthur and Morgana. Whatever that was, it died a death midway through season one and was never addressed again. I'm not against weird incest vibes in my Arthurian media - it'd be terribly genre-blind of me to be so - but it's not what I'm going for here. Or at least, Arthur and Morgana themselves don't see each other that way - they have lived too long as childhood peers to do so - and if it ever comes up, it'll be in the way that Gwen mentions it. People on the outside of the relationship assume that Uther means to betroth them at some point, to the pairs unbridled objection. Everyone else unknowingly condones incest, but not the actual participants.

That's it for ep two - ep three is already up as well, so I'll do a bts on that sometime soon.

In other news, our priestess is back >.>

#bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #valiant #season one

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tomoyajpeg · 1 year

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White Brim | BATTLEROYAL/8

Hiyori: Really, though, I’m exhausted. I want to take a quick break somewhere that I can calm down.

But until “clamming” ends, there’s nowhere that we “fish” can rest, is there?

Tori: I’ll massage your shoulders for you, Hiyori-sama! As thanks for saving me!

Hiyori: I’m not an old man, you know?

But, well, it doesn’t feel half-bad to be shown thanks.

Tori: Right~? Hey, Anzu, you got saved too, so you have to thank him! You know, in fairy tales and stuff, the prince who rescues people always gets a kiss—

...No, no kissing. Not even for Hiyori-sama.

Hiyori: Fufu. Gratitude isn’t something you should force, now is it?

Tori: T-that’s true... Wait, I know it’s a little late to ask now, but why do you have a gun, Hiyori-sama? We’re “fish,” so is it okay for us to be armed?

Hiyori: Well, it’s not like it was ever explicitly forbidden, right? I’ve been running around here and there this whole time—

And after a little while, I saw someone who works for us, so I called out to them. After a little negotiation, they handed over their weapons.

That whole “your status doesn’t matter during ‘clamming’” thing is just a pretense, anyway. We’re all very much humans, so it’s not like we can actually throw our titles away that easily.

Determining that if they disobeyed me now, they’d really be in for it later, our servant happily handed over their weapons. Running into one of my people was really a stroke of good luck.

Tori: That... that’s true, huh. Life goes on even after the game is over.

If you mess up and make your master upset, after that you could have to deal with a lot of difficult stuff, like a pay cut or something.

Hiyori: Yep. Maybe if we were younger, we could forget about the obligations of the world of the living and devote ourselves to playing around.

Hiyori:Growing up is such a lonely thing, isn’t it?

Tori: ...Hmph. If our Yuzuru was taking part in “clamming,” he’d definitely be on my side, no matter what.

I wonder where he is and what he’s up to. I want to go find him and drag him over to our side~ He’s been through some sort of weird training, so if you have him as your ally, you’ve got the strength of 100 people.

Hiyori: Ahh, Yuzuru-kun’s not supposed to participate in “clamming.”

This is just what I’ve heard from my older brother, who’s taken part in “clamming” before, but apparently that kid was banned from “clamming” a few years ago because he went on some sort of rampage.

Tori: “Banned,” huh... what did that servant of ours do, exactly?

Hiyori: I heard that he totally ignored the obligations of the world of the living and pulverized everything that crossed his path. He was doing one hell of a job following the rules of “clamming” to the letter.

Recently, you Himemiyas have been acknowledged as deserving of respect - or, rather, people have stopped looking down on you for being “nothing but nouveau riche.”

There’s a rumor going around that it’s all because of Yuzuru-kun’s active participation in “clamming.”

“The Himemiya house isn’t just all-talk-and-no-action new money. They’re terrifying if you make an enemy of them,” they say.

Tori: H~m... Maybe that’s why Yuzuru went to some facility somewhere for physical training (?) a long time ago.

Is “clamming” more of a major event in the business world than I thought it was?

Hiyori: Yeeaah, it really shouldn’t be. It’s just a game.

But. As you’re well aware of, displays of manners and dancing skills during social gatherings are essential evaluation criteria for us aristocrats.

If you can show off your merit at a social event like tonight, where everyone’s gathered, it’ll affect your connections and the value of your household in the future.

Forgetting about the real world and playing around idly is just lip service. Even in the midst of our foolish games, we can’t forget about our ties to the world of the living.

That stuff is a real pain, though. In place of my older brother, who has to properly manage our business, it’s the duty of the prodigal second son - me - to make an impression and show his worth.

Tori: ..........

Hiyori: Well, we ended up talking about something pointless, huh? If we dawdle around here for too long, Tsukasa-kun might return with reinforcements, so let’s get moving.

I’ve found some places that are great for running and hiding, so I’ll guide you there first.

If we can hold out until the time limit runs out, it’s our win. To be precise, it won’t be a win but a draw, but that’s a hundred times better than losing.

Tori: Y-yeah. Sorry for causing so much trouble, Hiyori-sama.

Hiyori: It wasn’t any trouble at all! We’re in the same boat right now, so we have to support each other. ♪

Tori: (Hiyori-sama’s amazing, just like I thought.)

(Honestly, when I was younger, I used to look down on Hiyori-sama a little bit.)

(I believed all the gossip of the adults around me, and thought “the Tomoe family’s second son is a bad boy who just fools around all day - he’s useless.”)

(For the Tenshouin conglomerate, who the Himemiya clan has always cozied up to, the Tomoe conglomerate is something like a business rival. The enemy of your friend is your enemy too, and all.)[1]

(But. Deciding that someone is worse than you, or inferior to you, just because you’re enemies... that’s just prejudice.)

Hiyori: ? What’s wrong, Tori-kun? Are you tired out from doing stuff you’re not used to? Aaaalright, “Hiyori-onii-sama” will pick you up and carry you! ♪

Tori: Th-that’s okay! There's no need to trouble yourself on my account...!

Hiyori: Ahaha, do you hate being treated like a child?

Tori: N-not really. Weirdly enough, if it’s Hiyori-sama I don’t mind that much. If anything, it feels like I have a real big brother, so I’m happy.

Tori: (...Then, why do I hate being treated like a child by Eichi-sama?)

Literally “the enemy of the parent is the enemy of the child.”

#enstars #tomoe hiyori #himemiya tori #white brim

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adie-dee · 2 years

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This is the first drabble i've written for Collette, my RP character. I'm exploring her backstory. Poor woman found out what life was like once you're done being a Chosen One.

A fading scream roused her from her slumber, her hand slipping under her pillow before she even registered she was reaching for her knife.

Only there was no knife. No holster. The pillow felt wrong, too, as did the bed. Too soft. Nothing was soft in her life. Not anymore.

Opening her eyes confirmed the worst. This wasn’t her home, though the visual assault of pink and frills and lace looked familiar.

It was from an old memory, she realised. One from Before.

She must have stepped into another Arachnae trap. A silly mistake, given her skill, but an understandable one, given she was—

She was—

What had she been doing before waking up in her childhood room?

The Arachnae must be eating her. It was the only explanation.

She needed to find a way out of her hallucination before she was consumed completely. She jumped out of the bed and—

And felt wrong.

Too light, too short, too weak, and a glance at her hands saw her scream for the first time in a decade. Her warding tattoos and battle scars gone, replaced with the unblemished skin of youth. She was pushing forty, and this was the body of a child.

The Arachnae must be a strong one if it could affect her perception of herself.

Trying to ignore the overall feeling of wrongness she began to search her room, hunting for the thread that would release her from the web she was trapped in. It would be here. She’d found one before, she could do so again. And then she’d be her real age in her real body with access to her real sword, and then she could make this nightmare a distant memory once again.

Her…alarm clock, yes… gave her pause, its neon green numbers almost painful to observe. Behind it was a row of pageant trophies, all polished until they gleamed. But the sight of them brought no joy. All second place and participation trophies, if her memory served her right, put on display by her mother as a reminder to be better.

It was good this was only a hallucination. Being taken to Faerie by the fae had been a wish come true. She wanted to die in Faerie, eventually. Better that than return earthside.

Except…

She peered closer at the trophies. Her English was rusty, but the engraved letters were clear as day. ‘Collette Pickering, Collette Pickering, Collette Pickering’…

Her breath hitching in her chest didn’t stop her from sweeping them all to the floor. Her name shouldn’t be here! She’d kept it secret, none of the fae should have been able to access it like this, if they could rip that from her mind then they could get anything. Stars, she needed to escape and soon, and defeat the Arachnae before it could share her ultimate secret.

Just as she started searching through the book-free bookcase, the bedroom door slammed open.

“Back, harpy!” She shouted as the monster from her nightmares approached.

The monster stopped. “Really, Collette?” It snapped. “Is that really how you address your mother?”

Collette blinked. That was a rude way to talk to her, what had she been thinking—no!

Memories from Before were trying to replace the ones from faerie. She fought them back into the past, trying to focus on what was going on.

“I know you are disappointed you can’t go to Olivia’s birthday,” her mother continued, and it was her mother, despite how many times she’d dreamed of her as a monster, “but this is no way to behave. You must understand that the Rose Bay pageant is far too important for us to miss. Really, I thought better of you.”

She fought the urge to apologise.

Her mother crossed her arms. “Sulk all you want, but I expect you downstairs in five minutes. You need to do a session on the stairmaster before school. And clean up this mess.” With that, her mother left, slamming the door behind her.

That’s right, Collette had school. Not that she wanted to go; Olivia had frozen her out of the group for saying no to her party, and—

You do not have school!

School had been another lifetime ago, the one from Before. But she wasn’t an Earthside child anymore. She was an old Chosen warrior. Their Dragon.

Think, Odette, think!

Even in her thoughts she stuck with her Chosen name, not risking the fae hearing her thoughts, though apparently it didn’t matter anymore. Her true name was out there, it was being used, and the implication of that left her shaking. This wasn’t Arachnae, not unless they had learned to manifest dynamic beings instead of static places. This was something else.

And she prayed to the dirt, that this wasn’t the something else she feared.

She needed to remember what she’d been doing prior to this. Then she could escape and get back to hunting monsters.

Like the Low Knight, who’d nearly taken her eye when she confronted him for torching a village.

Her hand went to her face. No scar marred her cheek now, though she had memories of feeling it healed under her fingers; the scar jagged and unsightly and the thing that had finally put an end to all the nicknames about her looks. But it had happened, and it had healed, and she could remember her satisfaction of running her sword though his eyeball when they next crossed paths.

So whatever had happened had been after that then.

She sat down on the bed, dropping her head into her hands and forced herself to think.

A group of fae had requested an audience with the Dragon.

Not Pretty Dragon, or Blood Honey, or any of the stupid monikers they’d given her. Just ‘the dragon’, which meant it happened after the face scar incident. They’d wanted her to go the the Hazed Wildwoods and confront the Rogue King, though what they’d meant by ‘confront’, they’d never explained. Just that she’d know what to do once she was there.

She’d taken the job, despite her instincts screaming otherwise. Saying no to high fae was more dangerous than any idiotic quest they sent her own. They were the ones with the power to banish her home.

And she did what they asked. Getting to the Hazed Wildwoods was a breeze, and when she reached the Rogue King’s castle, he seemed…not like he was waiting for her, which she’d expected. Rather, surprised to see her there. He seemed surprised that he was there, too.

And then he yelled something that could have been help, could have been a battle cry, before turning into a beast and running away.

The whole quest had been confusing. The trip too easy, the ‘you’ll know what to do’ moment never coming. She’d done exactly as ordered, but it felt like it had gone wrong.

When she’d returned to the Celestial Palace, the fae who sent her on the quest refused to believe her account. The Rogue King wouldn’t just run away, he would have attacked, so clearly she’d done something wrong.

She’d messed up.

And despite her protests and her pleas, they decided to punish her by—

She lifted her head from her hands, a scream building in her lungs. The bastards had sent her home.

#collette #WIP: Chosen

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even tho i feel conflicted lol i do agree w u ab nora and george. honestly the episode that makes me think that the most is the episode where nora tries to be a SAHM. ik it was played for laughs like "oh he's just lazy and loved the lunches she was making" but derek was REALLY happy that she was home all the time and I don't think he'd ever admit it but I do think he really actually just did love having an active/participant?? mom (bc I dont think abby was ever that for them I mean she doesn't even have partial custody????). not saying she should have quit her job and dropped everything bc that probably wasn't even possible financially honestly and I dont think they're like, bad PEOPLE, but there has to be a better way to handle this...... idk real life is complicated and we can't always be what we want to be and I have no idea what I would even do in their position and ur right when you say they're not the WORST, but still. I really don't know lol this is why I'm kind of conflicted but anyway yeah sorry for all this I just wanted to say I agree 😅

Oh I agree. Life is messy and you can't control everything. I'd get it for Abby and George if Derek and Edwin were planned and Marti was an accident. But if they all were planned. Heres the thing I'm not saying that you can't have kids and a career. However, having kids is a commitment. It stops being about you. Kids come first because anything you do or don't do affects them(For the Venturi family you times that by 3). You choose to bring up and rase this person. So if you have kids and a full time big career you need to be smart about it. Three kids with full time big careers is a lot. Especially if the timing and age of said kids are taken into an account(managing would be more easier if said kids were all closer in age and or older), derek was headed into being a young teen. Edwin is heading into middles schooler and baby marit. It's not surprising that Abby and George got a divorce. If they willingly had three kids with full time careers, than it tells a lot about who they are as people. If I had to guess if marti was planned, she was probably a lets try to salvage a our marriage with another baby baby. Of course didn't work. I also have to guess Abby was the one who worked a lot. And considering the time period( late 90s early 2000s). That is probably what started a lot of fights. My guess is George and Abby divorced because they both worked too much. Casey's parents (different situation but still problem because Casey and Lizzie are not close in age), probably because Dennis worked too much and Nora didn't see him a lot and or the kids if (I had to guess Lizzie is an accident baby). So when she isn't working she and Casey are probably doing a lot of the heavy lifting. During and after the divorce probably a lot was put on Casey and Derek to take care of their siblings considering no matter how Casey and Derek act towards their siblings they still 100% adore them. It's not ideal but as separate situations it could have been manageable( the situation probably would have been better if George and Nora stayed single or met and dated other people who didn't have a family and didn't mind that they did. But obviously not realistic). Nora and George in their infinite wisdom in four months( it would have been more understandable if they dated for at least a year) decided to get married and blend their families. Two teenagers, two kids in a middle school range, and a 5 year old. 5 kids with two adults with jobs. That means in the course of four months they quickly dated, liked each other, "fell in love" and got married. Lots of changes over the course of four months and after. So it's not surprising Derek and Casey have issues. Life is messing of course. But as the adults Nora and George should have done better. Especially since they both divorced parents. But again we are shown that they are oblivious and if I had to guess don't think things through. Which makes them emotionally neglecteful and or careless. Your right they are not bad people. But that doesn't make it ok( not saying you did. I'm rambling) Love your comment to me. I love rambling and the life with derek situation just makes me think.

#My thoughts #Me rambling #life with derek #dasey #I just hate people who have a lot a kids #Or people who say and do have big families while having big careers because #They don't think of the emotional and money wise realities of said situations #Especially when their kids are not close in age #This is probably a lot of reasons why people get divorce or why kids have a lot of issues #When I say big families I mean more than two kids.#Three is manageable if the first two are close in age and are almost teens or teens

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SOOOOO this post has been in my drafts since i watched it, so i think dec 18-19-ish? and has been (mostly) unedited since so these are still my immediate reactions.

okkkkk actual archer post now. spoilers for the entire show and into the cold under the cut

i think the ending was like. i don’t wanna say “cop out” but, kind of out of left field? it felt very disconnected from the seasons leading up to it but i honestly can’t say i’m mad about it because i don’t think the post coma seasons were very good comparatively speaking to seasons 1-5. yes i know adam reed stopped writing for the show during/after season 10. i know he got tired of the setup after season 4 and that’s why we got that mess that was seasons 5-10 which was VERY up and down in terms of writing. i do, overall, like the ending and i don't think they really could have gone in another direction.

the agency was always going to have to be shut down. we’ve known since season 2 there were issues with keeping ISIS afloat, so i don’t think people really should have been surprised by that. i do appreciate that lana got the top job in the end, i don’t think archer himself would have enjoyed that job. her whole post-coma storyline with the other man i never really cared for, like yeah it does make sense for her to move on, especially with her young daughter, but robert was absolutely not the type of man lana would have been with and i thought that was bad writing. creating conflict and a solution (him being a billionaire) for the sake of creating conflict and a solution. i’m glad that ended when it did but it shouldn’t have been there in the first place imo lmao. i also want to say that while i’m not against the idea of lana and archer having a baby, i think they were destined to have some permanent tie in some way, but the way the show went about it was god awful. lana taking archer’s sperm from a bank gave fans another reason to hate the one black woman in the show, and then to give aj little to no screen time or story line after made it all feel like it was all just there to make people hate lana more. but also, what the fuck are you gonna do with a baby in a show about spies? it should have been saved for the end of the show and again i feel like this was adam reed just trying to get out of writing spy stuff (which he said regularly in interviews he grew tired of it, which, fair, but come on).

throughout the entire show pam’s character has changed so fucking much but she remained relatively consistent with regards to who she is as a person throughout. from very early on (at least season 2 if not 1) we’re shown how physically strong she is and how she actually makes a good agent. there were weird things thrown in about her personal life that i found very inconsistent with regards to her romantic/sexual relationships though. our first look into pam’s sex life is… very uncomfortable to say the least. she’s written as a sexual predator and commits assault on screen at least once in the early seasons for a “haha sexual assault is funny” moment that is never brought up again. on top of that, we’re also introduced to her being “undesirable” sexually which very quickly changes to “she fucks and she fucks WELL”. we’ve also known from the start she’s bisexual as she comes onto lana like episode 3, but then there’s a random moment in season 11 or 12 or whatever of her asking a random one off character to “be her polyamorous primary” and then this is never seen or talked about again and it feels like diversity for the sake of “oh look at us we have diversity” which i fucking hate. she’s a woman who fucks well and often and forced moments like that feel forced. sorry.

i do not actively participate in archer “fandom” bc let’s be real there isn’t really one lol HOWEVER the way other fans talk about cyril is fucking bizarre to me. ppl on here act like hes "uwu innocent cinnamon roll baby" when he's just as complicit as everyone else. we know he’s not a very good person from the start and that has been consistent throughout the show. i really don’t have much to say about him here he’s always been a pathetic character (and that voice actor whose name i can never remember is very good at those types, i really like him in what i've seen) and the kinda guy who is always going “but what about meeeee?!” and i think his personality brought a nice balance to the gigantic egos he shared the room with, as he still has a giant ego but he can’t really voice it, and he turns kind of incel-y because of it. i really enjoyed that about him, he was shitty in a different way, y'know? i will say the finale was kind of weird with him, i keep going back and forth on whether or not i like him not really getting a clear ending.

now to talk about cheryl. this has to be one of the most bizarre character story arcs of all time. she goes from a timid secretary who wants to fuck archer to a billionaire with (and i hate this word but i cannot think of a better one atm) psychopathic behavior causing destruction for the sake of causing destruction. she has this really interesting and crazy backstory that we first hear about in season 2 that develops over time, but starting like, season 5/6ish, it’s a slow flanderization of her character from a kind of hidden evil who is smarter than she lets on to a total idiot who likes to set things on fire. and oh! look at that she hears voices sometimes too! haha isn't psychosis funny! aren't people with psychosis terrible and evil? isn't that funny? anyway. this gets SIGNIFICANTLY worse post coma (same with krieger, i’ll get to that later) to basically someone who shouldn’t be outside of a hospital. it was really disappointing and even in the finale a few characters outright say “has she gotten worse?” pointing out in universe the flanderization (or possibly intentional writing?) which just feels shitty. also, her being a country music star for one season and then outright forgetting about it the next (explicitly said in the show she has no memory of it!) is just bad writing.

as for krieger, i feel very much the same way as i do about cheryl. he started off as a weird, kinda background character who turns out to be this mad scientist with ties to malory since childhood. some of his inventions are successful, some aren’t, but he did actually do stuff. as the show went on (post season 4) you also start to notice the degradation of his character like with cheryl, turning him into a bumbling idiot. he got a moment of his old self in the finale which was nice, and the little nod to him and cheryl possibly working together after was fun, but it’s no where near enough to make up for the way they both were treated for the past like 10 years in the show.

as for the man himself, i think he remained the most consistent throughout the show. we see character development, but not a lot, and i think that felt realistic. he’s still an asshole, he’s still a bad person, but he’s not as bad of a person anymore. i think he truly did remain the same character from the pilot to the finale. there were some moments in seasons 12-14 where i felt like he was getting more.. childish? almost? but the finale was him through and through. he always loved lana, he always loved katya, he always loved his daughter. i don’t think lana/archer could ever really be a viable endgame. we’ve seen them try, but they really shine as people, as parents, and as professionals when they have that cat-mouse dynamic and i think it was a good mirror to malory and nikolai from seasons 1/2. another thing, i know he said he didn’t care who his father was, but FUCK i wanted to know! i’m choosing to believe it was nikolai because adam reed had said that at one point that was the plan.

i also just realized i forgot to talk about zara completely. zara felt like, in ds9 when jadzia was killed because her actress had enough of rick berman, but they had one more season to do so they tossed ezri in there for the sake of having someone fill the spot. since malory was gone, lana took her spot, and zara was created to fit lana’s spot. i feel the same way about her as i do ezri dax, which is i really don’t care. sorry LMFAO. i understand why she was there but she didn’t add anything to the show to me.

now the finale itself. the whole “one last mission” thing was nice, it wasn’t mind blowing or anything but it was fine. i will say, i never felt like slater was archer’s real rival, i always felt like (pre coma seasons at least) it was barry. i think the ending of archer vs. barry would have been better but that’s just me. i think they fucked up a little going the route of making them friends in the end. and the whole both katya and barry being in the same cyborg body for some reason felt very weird and last minute, katya and barry didn’t end their relationship on good terms lol. AND THEN. archer having sex with the barry-katya hybrid caught me SO off guard. don’t get me wrong! i’m glad they put that in there but it was very 👁️👄👁️. unexpected to say the least lmfao was nice to confirm his bisexuality though? i guess?

while the finale covered a lot of recurring and repeat characters and storylines, i feel like there were some BIG ones that were left out. like, what the fuck ever happened with veronica dean?? the woman who shot archer, the reason he was in a coma for 3 years?? they mentioned her ONCE in season 11 in an off handed comment that “they were still looking for her”. ok so did they find her?? maybe it’s because i didn’t think the recent seasons were that great, but i thought the finale being centered around a fabian (was that his name? i genuinely don’t remember i’m not watching or reading wikipedia or anything while writing) storyline felt kinda lame too. whenever malory had something going on with a rival agency it felt fun but the whole IIA thing was incredibly boring to me. unfortunately no one could ever compare to malory's character in her terrible diva ways that i could never get enough of. and of course no one could do it besides jessica walter.

another thing is a nod to other early season stuff would have been nice. save for barry and katya, it was all post season 5. like woodhouse. or even a one off line about popeye. what about len trexler. rona thorne? was she ever mentioned again? they were relevant in the early seasons! idk. though i do wonder if we're better off without it, maybe the new writers would have fucked it up too much. the new writers probably don't even know who those characters were fghjfkdsgf. in short i feel like the ending forgot a lot about the beginning, and i think most fans would have enjoyed being reminded of the beginning.

anywayyyyyy this was long and ramble-y and probably incoherent but there we have it. after 14 years there goes my favorite stupid little show of all time. seasons 1-4 i can rewatch infinite times (and i'm not kidding when i say i've watched each episode no less than 30 times either actually fully paying attention or as background noise and somewhat paying attention) and will never get tired of. i enjoy season 5 and some of season 6. from there its a very mixed bag and i find it a little disappointing that a show that started off that strong went out kinda weak. i think i personally would have preferred the show ended after season 5 but i know that is not my choice to make. i don't even think they're (the later seasons) that bad, but they could have been so much better. in terms of adult animation this is still the one. and i don't even think i ever said anything about how much i always loved the art style. in the end, it will continue to hold a special place in my heart and be a shitty comfort show and i'm ok with that <3

#talking to myself #archer #archer fx #there. finally!

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Hi bewitched-bullet,

I'm the "irreconcilable differences" anon. I read several times the dump mod statement you posted and I'd like to share my observation, especially regarding the following two paragraphs:

link to your post:

https://www.tumblr.com/bewitched-bullet/744622357061271552/hi-there-could-you-please-post-the-screenshots?source=share

"The person playing John has stated both publicly and privately to me that they will no longer be interacting with Sherlock’s blog. Privately, John has said that this was all planned and that Sherlock’s mod was aware of this.

Sherlock’s mod, who I have consistently informed I was “OOC”, did not seem to understand this. This got to a manipulative level, with Sherlock calling John a liar and to stay. Sherlock seemed determined to keep the roleplay going.'

I find dump's statement credible. I remember their participation. They were cheerful and passionate when they participated with their main blog as themselves and soon set up an account for rp purposes only. They didn't/don't have any stakes in this since they only joined on Feb 21. They posted way before the mess exploded and they don't want any attention. Dump mod's experience showed the following

John mod did communicate OOC as mod and there were discussions before the public announcement.

And I believe the discussion has already happened a while back as John told dump, because it could be easily debunked by Sherlock mod when dump mod talked to them. And their characters hadn't synchronized for a long time, so it made sense that it had been discussed.

Sherlock mod refused to communicate OOC. My guess is that Sherlock mod thought by refusing to talk as mod, they could delay the evitable separation. By "inevitable" I mean according to my own observations in the "irreconcilable differences" ask that they had been in different timelines for (at least) months.

Although the discussion happened for a while, the public announcement probably came as a shock to Sherlock mod.

With all that being said, this situation has been handled terribly. Whether in real life or in rping, when a separation is necessary, especially when one party doesn't want to, the best way is to cut ties as clean as possible. It hurts more for both parties in the long run by staying in touch. The moment John mod realized that the differences were irreconcilable and discussed it with Sherlock mod, they should have completely stopped rping with Sherlock mod on the blog. People make the same mistake in real life: they thought it would hurt less by staying in touch, but it ALWAYS the opposite.

Best Regards

"The person playing John has stated both publicly and privately to me that they will no longer be interacting with Sherlock’s blog.

--this is in person confirmation of information direct from the source and therefore is credible. Although, im not sure where "publicly" was as we, as the fans, see anything public about the break up on March 4th.

Privately, John has said that this was all planned and that Sherlock’s mod was aware of this.

--this is the John Mod telling Dump that Sherlock was informed and "in on the plan". John--not Sherlock saying this--John.

And if Dump believes a second hand account (John insisting that Sherlock knew, without sherlock themselves saying it), of course they are going to think that was manipulative with how Sherlock reacted.

And if everyone involved was well aware and informed, why weren’t they all talking about it together? At the same time?? Or even individually, WITH Dump?

I bet, if sherlock was informed about all this, they would have spoken OOC. Why would sherlock speak ooc, if they thought they were still rplaying?

(I do wonder if John told Sherlock that they weren’t allowed to speak ooc on a rp blog/rp blog messaging. But we won't know unless sherlock comes forward)

On your point 4: if it was discussed, it wouldnt have been a surprise. *headdesk*

And yes, John's plan was terribly executed, poorly thought out, and completely short sighted.

#a scandal in tumblr

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cinnaminsvga · 2 years

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Compound Eyes | Taehyung

→ summary: After being declared the newest champion of the Hoenn region, it doesn’t take long until you are whisked away to participate in the annual Pokémon World Tournament and represent your hometown. Filled with the excitement of meeting strong trainers from all over the world, you don’t realize until it’s too late that a familiar face floats above the sea of participants. It’s none other than the newest Johto champion—who also happens to be your long-lost childhood rival.

→ genre: pokemon!au, childhood bff!au, fluff, humor → warnings: none! i guess there’s going to be a few pokémon terms thrown here and there but i don’t think it’s all that important in order to understand the story :D → words: 4.6K → a/n: this took FOREVER (literal years) and i am so sorry for keeping you waiting @breadoffoxy but thank you again for commissioning this piece!! pokemon will always be a fandom i don’t think i’ll ever leave (LEGENDS ARCEUS WAS SO GOOD) so combining that with bangtan is definitely a plus in my book!! i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy reading it!!

It is every young trainer’s dream to one day participate in the annual Pokémon World Tournament—a special event where the cream of the crop from every region gathers together to compete for the title of world’s strongest trainer. Not many ever get the chance to compete in this selective tournament, as each participant must have collected a specific minimum amount of wins under their belt in order to qualify for any of the divisions.

Among those divisions, there is one that is reserved for the best of the best, for the champion of each region. It is reserved for the last day, almost like an exhibition match to celebrate the end of the week-long festivities. And yet, the tension leading up to the Master Ball division is palpable—as if everyone’s hopes and dreams are causing the air to feel electric. Either that, or the electric-types are starting to get a little too excited.

Everyone is rooting for their homegrown champion to take the crown, and the pressure to succeed might have made any other trainer quake in fear.

But as a champion, there should be no need to feel concerned, right? There’s a reason why you managed to battle your way to the top of your own region’s Elite Four. Despite only having claimed the title of Champion last month, you are confident in your team and the hard work that got you this far.

All that experience didn’t stop you from getting starstruck, however.

“Oh my Arceus! Look over there, Gengie! I can’t believe the actual real-life Diantha is standing right over there!” You nudge the shadow Pokémon brusquely, who nearly topples over from your strength. Luckily, your Gengar is more than a little used to your excitement, so it quickly straightens up and nods enthusiastically with you.

“She’s even prettier in person! I wonder if it would be weird if I went over there and introduced myself...” you trail off, your feet already making their way towards her when you feel a small hand tug at your shirt to keep you still. You look down, finding Gengar with an uncharacteristic frown on its face.

“Oh, right. We don’t have time for that,” you mutter sheepishly, patting him on the head. You look at your watch, cringing at the time. “Guess we shouldn’t have messed around so much when we got here. Registration closes in an hour if I remember correctly.”

Gengar huffs in exasperation and licks your leg as if to admonish you. You yelp, pushing the mischievous Pokémon away from you with a loud laugh. “Stop that! You know I hate it when you do that.”

After flicking Gengar in retaliation, the two of you make your way through the busy streets of Driftveil City. Despite Gengar’s earlier scolding, it doesn’t take long until you’re distracted once more by the sight of many other famous trainers, mostly gym leaders and a few Elite Four trainers. You even catch a glimpse of Blue from Viridian City, his signature spiky orange hair unmistakable amidst the crowd.

Even more, there are all kinds of food stalls littered everywhere, most of them advertising local delicacies from Unova, as well as some visiting merchants from other distant regions. It takes all your willpower to keep yourself from buying everything in sight, and even your serious-natured companion finds it difficult to keep his eyes away.

“Oh shit, we’re really going to be late now,” you say after another ten minutes of wandering. You realize too late that you’ve gotten terribly lost along the way. The crowd in the area that you are in is significantly thinner than before, and all of the arrows pointing to the registration tents have disappeared. You and Gengar stare at your phone map in confusion, and anyone can see the imaginary question marks floating above your heads.

You’re just about to give up and approach a stranger for help when two heads of purple hair barrel their way towards you.

“Sorry, coming through!” The smaller of the two shouts in warning, but you don’t have enough time to move aside before their bodies slam into you, knocking you down to the ground. You groan in pain, the weight of two people causing it to sound more like a broken wheeze more than anything. Lucky for your Gengar, it manages to dodge in time. It pulls you from underneath the wreckage with a loud cackle, clearly amused by your injuries.

“Well, that’s one way to meet someone,” says the taller of the two. The man in question is still laying on the floor, but he doesn’t appear bothered by the sizable bruise forming on his forehead. Instead, he pulls himself up with a simple brush off his shoulder. With a large, dopey grin on his face, he extends a hand forward in greeting. “So sorry about that! My name is Leon, by the way! It’s nice to meet you!”

That’s a lot of exclamation points, you think drily to yourself. Before you can reply, his friend hoists herself up by clinging onto his pant leg. He yelps in shock, quickly latching onto the waistband of his sweats, lest he allows himself to get pantsed in the middle of a bustling metropolitan street.

“What the Arceus, Leon! And here I was, offering my time to help you find the registration desk, and you don’t even try to help me stand up? Did you forget all your manners when you bonked yourself in the head?” she seethes, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. When she turns towards you, however, her expression immediately morphs into a pleasant smile. “Oh, sorry about my friend! He can be a little bit of an idiot.”

“Excuse me?” The boy, Leon, exclaims. “I wasn’t the one who was running through the streets like a madwoman possessed!”

She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, well. Whose fault is it for getting lost in the first place? If you hadn’t spent the last three hours battling anyone who can breathe, then you wouldn’t be scrambling to register before the cut-off time!”

Leon pouts, petulant. “Yeah well… I did offer to fly there with my Charizard…”

“Umm,” you interrupt, feeling a little disoriented by the two loud friends (siblings?) in front of you. “So sorry, but did you mention heading to the registration desk?”

The girl perks up at your voice, smiling brightly once again. “Yup! We’re supposed to be heading there right now. My name is Iris, by the way. I’m the champion of this region! And Leon over here,” she juts a thumb at the sheepish boy, “is the recently crowned champion of Galar. Well, new-ish. We both got our titles a little over a year ago, huh?”

“That’s right,” Leon says, nodding proudly. Then, his posture stiffens, grimacing in embarrassment. “And that’s why I’m still a little unfamiliar with the whole registration process. Yup. Totally.”

Iris snorts, leaning closer to you with a knowing look. “Which is utter Dunsparce, if you ask me,” she whispers with a smirk.

“Aha, right…” you say, clearing your throat. “Well, I guess that makes two of us. I’m also a bit lost, and I was just about to ask someone for directions to the registration desk, actually.”

Iris gasps, grasping your arm with a squeal. “Oh! Then we should totally go together! We can’t have both of you late!” Just as she’s about to tug you along, Iris pauses in her steps to give you a long, good look. “Wait a second. I don’t think I ever managed to get your name.”

“Oh, right.” You laugh, scratching your neck. “My name is Y/N. I’m the new champion of the H–”

“–of the Hoenn region!” Iris finishes, her eyes lighting up in excitement. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner! I am so sorry, by the way. I’m not really good with faces,” she says sheepishly.

You wave her off, embarrassment flooding your face. “No, no! That’s totally fine! I didn’t really expect anyone to recognize me at all.”

“Wait, now that you mention it…” Leon says, peering at you up and down. He slaps a hand to his mouth in shock. “Oh my Arceus—that’s right! You are the Hoenn champion! I watched your battle against Wallace the other week, but I admit that I wasn’t really focused on how you looked like, not when your Gengar kind of stole the show,” he jokes.

You giggle, patting your Gengar affectionately. “Yeah, this little bugger was truly the star of that battle. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him,” you say. Gengie snickers beside you, but the beaming smile on its face is telling enough. “Not gonna lie though, I thought I was a goner when Wallace Mega Evolved his Gyarados at the end there.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself! You were leagues ahead of him, which is saying something,” Iris says. “And believe me, I would know. I’ve fought the guy before, and he’s no pushover.”

“Which makes me all the more excited to battle you! I hope we get paired against each other somewhere along the way,” Leon quips, his competitive drive palpable in his voice.

“Aha, right…” You laugh awkwardly, forcing out a smile. You won’t admit it to him, but you want to say the opposite—after all, there’s a reason they call him the unbeatable champion. You don’t exactly want to lose so early on in the competition if you’re pitted against him first. It’s not like you think you’d lose, but you definitely don’t want a difficult boss right out of the gate either.

He pumps his fist in the air, oblivious to your plight. “Oh, but I wouldn’t mind settling for the new Johto champion either. I haven’t gotten around to watching how he battles yet, but I’m sure he’ll be a beast on the field!”

“Oh, you’re right!” Iris gasps. “Now that’s another trainer who’s insanely strong.” She offers you a sly glance, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “But I’m sure you know all about the other newbie champion all too well, don’t ya? Especially since the media seem to have gotten excited over the star-crossed rivals, or something like that,” she says, giggling.

“S-star–crossed? What the fu—does that even mean?” you flush, choking on your spit. Beside you, Gengar stifles a snort, nudging you to get your wits together. You stare at the two champions in embarrassment, clearing your throat. “I-I mean, how can we be rivals when I’ve never even battled him before?”

“It’s not always about battling you know! It’s the vibes, darling!” Iris says, pointing at you knowingly. “You’re both within the same age range, you both chose Grass-types as your starter Pokémon, you’re both hot and eligible—”

“Hot and eligible?! Excuse me?!” you interject, but Iris continues on as if you hadn’t spoken.

“—and rumor has it, you guys aren’t even from your respective regions! I heard from someone that you guys might have grown up in the same sleepy town in Hoenn,” Iris smirks, wagging her finger. Her smirk only widens at your shell-shocked silence. “So whaddya say to that, newbie?”

“W-well… You see, I…” you start, racking your Mankey-brain for some sort of answer. As luck would have it, a large crowd (stampede?) of people rush past you in a blur, their stomping feet and excited squeals drowning out any hope of hearing your reply. A flurry of camera shutters accompanies the crowd as reporters quickly start to swarm as well, the horde of people seemingly circling a large purple tent near the tournament stadium.

“Oh! That’s the registration tent, isn’t it?” Leon shouts, his voice barely loud enough against the cacophony. “Are they all latecomers to register for the tournament like us?”

“No, you idiot,” Iris snaps. She stands on her tiptoes, her neck straining as she tries her best to look past the rows and rows of heads. “I can’t see over all these people—damn Arceus for being vertically challenged!—but I think there’s some celebrity trainer or something.”

“Huh? A celebrity? Who is it?” you ask, your interest piqued. You aren’t much for celebrity gossip, but if Cynthia happened to pass by and offered up some autographs… You can’t say that you wouldn’t be above groveling at her feet for a moment of her time.

Leon, for all his clumsiness, has the advantage of height in his repertoire. “I can see curly brown hair… I’m not sure but I think it’s… Oh! I think it’s the new Johto champion! Speaking of the devil,” he reports, a large grin on his face. “Blimey, I know he beat Lance a month ago, but he already has this large of a fan club? That’s insane!”

“Look who’s talking!” Iris scoffs, rolling her eyes. “If I hadn’t saved you a while ago, all those fangirls flocking around you might have directed you to their homes and you would have been none the wiser!”

“I can certainly see the appeal of being a fan of your hometown champion,” you quip, your gaze trained on the crowd. You can’t see the champion in question, but you can almost imagine him—brown hair, long eyelashes, lips that love to quirk up into a smirk…

You continue, shaking your head of your thoughts. “But even then, I don’t see how this many people would be going crazy over someone who only just got the title of champion. I’d understand Red or Cynthia, but him?”

“Something tells me it has less to do with his prowess as a champion, and more to do with how smoking hot he is,” Iris snickers, wiggling her eyebrows. “I mean, c’mon! Y/N, you’ve seen him, don’t you agree?”

You splutter, your cheeks quickly turning Cherubi pink. “What? I mean, he’s…” you hesitate, finding the right words. “He’s not bad, but it’s not like that! Besides, it’s just Ta—”

Just then, a loud screech cuts you off, causing the three of you to whip around in surprise. A large purple halo surrounds the crowd, an invisible psychic force parting them gently enough to form a path. From there, the Johto champion makes his escape, his trusty Gardevoir following closely behind as it keeps the crowd from getting in its trainer’s way.

In a flash, the champion takes his Gardevoir’s hand to teleport away, leaving his supporters groaning in disappointment.

Leon whistles lowly, impressed. “Well. That’s certainly one way to make a grand exit. Suppose that means we know who’s winning the popularity vote this year, huh?”

Soon enough, the mob of people quickly disperse, and the three of you manage to make your way to line up at the registration tent. At the table, the cheerful attendant informs your two new acquaintances that they have been coincidentally paired up in the preliminary rounds tomorrow. Meanwhile, your opponent would be none other than the legendary 5-minute champion himself, Blue Oak.

“Oh, that’s rough buddy,” Iris laughs, patting your shoulder sympathetically. “You really couldn’t have asked for a more stubborn opponent.”

Instead of being discouraged, hearing the news only makes you more excited for the tournament to start. After all, battling strong trainers has always given you a massive rush, and there is nothing quite like an adrenaline high than facing one of the most legendary trainers in the world from the getgo.

“I’m pumped as hell! I can’t wait for tomorrow to come,” Leon hoots, his body nearly vibrating from his excitement. “I don’t even think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight!”

Iris snorts beside him, shaking her head in exasperation. “What a kid,” she sighs, but the twinkle in her eye tells another story. “Well, it was nice talking to you guys! I’m heading to the park to put in some last-minute training. I gotta make sure I beat Leon until he cries.”

Leon laughs goodnaturedly. “I’d like to see you try, short stack! Well, I better get going myself. See you both tomorrow!” He waves his farewell, jogging off with a skip in his step.

The two of you stare after for a moment. Then:

“He’s going the wrong way, isn’t he?” you say.

In response, Iris only nods in defeat before slowly trailing after him.

Alone once more, you turn to Gengar with a soft smile. “I think we should take a page out of their book and do some practice, don’t you think?” However, your motivation to train gets dashed after the loud rumbling of your stomachs.

You both look sheepishly at each other. “Maybe after lunch?” you propose, and Gengar nods back enthusiastically.

“What are we feeling up to, bud? I say we head to that malasada food stall! I’ve always wanted to try it if we ever went to Alola,” you say, walking off excitedly with Gengar in tow. You are so caught up in your hurry to get over there and sink your teeth into some rich fried doughy goodness that you do not immediately notice when a harsh gust of wind knocks the cap off your head.

“Huh?” you startle, your hand flying to your hair in surprise. It is not supposed to be a particularly windy day, so you are more than a little confused to find that your hat had magically jumped off your scalp. With a perplexed frown, you bend down to pick it back up, only for another gust of wind to blow it farther away.

“H-hey!” you shriek, chasing after your cap. The wind finally makes sense, however, when a Butterfree descends right in front of you. It chirps cheerfully at you before its small arms grab your cap and it flies off in a rush.

You call after it, demanding that it return your well-worn hat. Disgruntled, you turn to Gengar. “Gengie! Use Shadow Ball!”

At your command, Gengar does its best to land the move on the rogue Butterfree, but misses by a fraction of an inch. The bug Pokémon had dodged the move, its reflexes almost miraculous. With another happy chirp, the Butterfree flutters away, moving faster than any Butterfree you had ever seen in your life.

With no choice but to give chase, you and your partner scramble after the Butterfree. You knock into some startled bystanders on the way, and you shout some hasty apologies as you try your best to keep your eyes on your cap.

It feels like you had been running for ages when the Butterfree suddenly decides to stop, landing delicately on a tree branch. As you stagger to a breathless stop, you vaguely notice that it had led you to the hotel you were staying at.

The hotel has a large sweeping garden outside its lobby, a perfect place for trainers to let out their Pokémon for a relaxing day out in the sun. You had seen a few hotel residents milling about when you first arrived this morning, but you suppose most of them have left to grab some lunch nearby.

One lone trainer stands nearby, his back facing you. He’s on his haunches, feeding what you assume is his Appletun and Venusaur some berries. He is humming a soft melody—a song that you had learned long ago, back when you were just a small girl from an even smaller town.

The Butterfree jumps from the tree and lands on the boy’s head, dropping your cap by his feet.

“What’s this, Butterfree? You got me a gift?” the boy asks softly, scratching its cheek tenderly. He turns to face you, but you already knew who he was the moment he’d even made a sound.

Taehyung smiles cheekily at you. “Took you long enough to say hello.”

You frown, swallowing thickly. Why had your throat gotten dry all of a sudden? “You took my hat,” you reply lamely.

He shrugs, his grin only growing wider. “I didn’t take your hat. Butterfree did.”

The little bugger chirps out what you think is a laugh. It nuzzles against Taehyung before retrieving your fallen hat off the ground. It flutters over back to you and places it gently back on your head. You pat it firmly back on, feeling strangely self-conscious with the boy as your audience.

“Is that all you do? Train your Pokémon to steal from other people? I’d reckon you were part of Team Rocket or something,” you joke, pout still present on your face. But you both know it’s all for show—neither of you are sure of how to act around the other just yet.

“You caught me red-handed. I even got a Gardevoir just to get me out of sticky situations,” he jokes.

“I saw that little display by the registration tent a little while ago. The last time I saw you, you were barely taller than a Pikachu. Never knew you became such a superstar since the years have gone by,” you say, amused.

At your comment, Taehyung’s cheeks turn a soft pink. “Don’t even go there. It’s a mystery why they keep following me around,” he groans, rubbing his face with his hands. He sighs, gesturing to the empty hotel training grounds. “Good thing this hotel is only for the participants of the tournament. I don’t know how much longer I can take the sound of reporters asking me to look their way.”

He pauses to squint at you. “Hey. We’re both champions—”

“Thanks for noticing,” you say drily.

“No, I mean—” Taehyung laughs nervously. “We both became champions at around the same! Shouldn’t you be surrounded as well?”

“Ouch, way to rub salt on the wound,” you huff. “Not all of us can be dangerously good-looking, you know.”

Taehyung’s ears perk up. “You think I’m good-looking?” he says, his grin turning box-like. Just like when you were kids, you think to yourself unhelpfully.

“Enough! If you brought me here to lower my morale or something, it isn’t going to work. I have better things to do than suck up to the media,” you grouse, crossing your arms.

“No, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Taehyung says, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just thought that… since everyone on social media has been pitting us against each other and all, you’d also be in the same boat.”

You shrug, unperturbed. “I guess not, but I don’t really care either way. My Pokémon will make them see that I’m definitely the better trainer anyway.” You beam proudly at your Gengar, who gives you a confident grin in return.

Taehyung lets out a snort, wiping away a faux tear. “You’re just as cute as I remember! But trust me, I have the advantage in that department as well.”

You force your brain to selectively ignore the first part of his declaration. “Just because you started on your journey one year earlier does not mean you’re better! Hell, we haven’t even battled each other since we were both 15!” You point an accusatory finger at him. “All because you decided to move away to Johto, by the way!”

“I did ask you to come with me, if I remember correctly,” Taehyung mentions with a pout. “Even begged on my knees,” he mutters to himself and you barely miss it.

“Whatever. I guess it makes it all the better that we finally meet again, both champions of our respective regions,” you say. A few streets away, the large city center bell chimes loudly, ringing across the Unovan air. In the corner of your mind, an old memory resurfaces.

“Do you believe in destiny?” Jungkook, your other rival, had asked you one day. He’d always been a breath of fresh air to battle with, but as competitive as he was, you still seemed to always yearn for someone better.

“Destiny?” you repeated, returning Gengar to its Pokéball. You hummed, shrugging your shoulders. “Not really. I think you should always have some control of your life.”

“My dad told me once that when you meet your soulmate, a bell will ring,” he said, sighing. He stared wistfully at the sky, a lovelorn look on his face. “Isn’t that a beautiful thing to wish for?”

You huffed out a laugh, ruffling his hair with a fond smile. “Well then. I hope a bell rings for you, one day.”

The city center bell falls quiet once more. The two of you stare at each other, a blanket of something enveloping you with unknown emotion.

Taehyung winks. “I always knew that our paths would cross again, one way or another.”

“I don’t know… I think I’d be a lot more nervous if I were you. I’ve grown a lot since we last saw each other.”

Taehyung gives you an unsubtle once over. “Oh, believe me. I can see that all too clearly.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” You squawk, punching his shoulder indignantly. Taehyung only laughs, backing away and hiding behind his Butterfree.

Coward, you think snidely.

“Just… don’t think I’ll be going easy on you just because you’re cute okay?” He smirks, blatantly enjoying the way your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Why do you keep saying shit like that?” you whine, not even caring how petulant you sound. To your ire, your Gengar only laughs at your misery, encouraging your so-called rival further.

“Oh, you know me. I’m just truthful to a fault,” he snickers. But in an instant, his expression sobers as he focuses his gaze slyly towards you. You unconsciously feel your nerves stand on end, the tension increasing tenfold when the naturally goofy boy turns serious.

“Say, Y/N. Let’s make a bet for the tournament, shall we?”

“A bet?” you parrot, but you can’t say you’re not intrigued. You straighten your back with a haughty smirk. “I wouldn’t bother with a bet if I were you. I don’t like taking candy from babies.”

Taehyung ignores your attempts to taunt him. He continues to stare at you with stone-cold eyes, and if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you might have thought he was being genuine. You just needed to wait another couple of seconds, and eventually, he’ll break. After all, you’ve known him pretty much your whole life—

“How about… we bet that whoever loses has to ask the other person on a date! How ‘bout that?” Taehyung exclaims, his expression lighting up once again.

—Okay, scratch that. You have no idea who this dude is. Never seen him in your fucking life.

“Excuse me? What the hell did you say?” You screech in response, completely dumbfounded by what you think was an out-of-the-blue suggestion. “Are you fucking out of your mind? Where the hell did that come from?”

“Geng…” your Gengar groans beside you. To translate, that was Pokémon for “My trainer is dense as hell.”

Taehyung blinks innocently. He taps his chin, pretending to think. “I mean, I understand if you’re scared of losing. If you don’t want to, then that’s fine. Or, we can lower the stakes and settle for a kiss instead?”

“You’re fucking DEAD if you think I’m afraid of you,” you seethe, hands on your hips. “I’m going to make you eat your words, pretty boy! I’m going to get free food and squeeze your wallet dry!”

“I’ve always loved you for your confidence, did you know that?” Taehyung admits with a dreamy smile. “Too bad you’ve got your head in the clouds, though.”

You’re still shocked and enraged by everything to even process his admission. “And your overconfidence will be the death of you! I’ll fucking show you! This battle is going to be so easy if this is how stupid you are! I’ll see you at the arena, dumbass!”

After one last resounding huff, you stomp away with a cloud of smoke puffing out your ears. Taehyung watches on in endearment, the giddiness in his chest full to the brim. He can feel his heart pounding in his veins, and he knows the next few days are going to be the ones he’ll tell his (i.e. your) grandchildren about in the future.

He turns to his Butterfree. “I think that went well, don’t you?” It chirps happily in response.

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howlingday · 2 years

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RWBY presents Epithet Erased

Ruby Rose as Molly Blyndeff

Ruby: Oh no! I am an unwilling hostage! I hope I am not hit! By a gun! Or a real ass, god damn sword!

Winter: Egads!

Atlas Soldier: She swore!

Ruby: And I don't feel bad about it! My innocent youth is already being corrupted by bad guy proximity!

Roman Torchwick as Giovanni Potage

Roman: How dare you! We are dangerous criminals!

Weiss: Oh, I'm sorry! What's the most dangerous thing you guys have done? Loiter outside the minimall? Shoplift some bubblegum?

Roman: Loitering is a perfectly respectable crime, that can be very dangerous!

Weiss: How? No, it can't. How?

Roman: You could do it in front of a truck!

Jaune Arc as Indus Tarbella

Jaune: My goodness! She is your henchman, and yet you're willing to protect... her. It's like you're bodyguarding each other! I think I understand now. How rude of me to try to separate a bodyguard from her master. Then let us do things the honorable way, with one-on-one combat! My name is Jaune Arc, and my semblance is Aura Amp!

Roman: My name is Roman Torchwick, and my semblance is butt-whooping!

Jaune: Very well, Mr. Butt Whoop! Our battle begins!

Weiss Schnee as Mera Salamin

Ruby: Jaune told me about your semblance! If it really hurts that bad, then why don't you have somebody use the necklace to steal it away?! You could get rid of it!

Weiss: And what?! Lose what little effort I gained the past ten years?! This training?! Why should I have to throw away my hard work?!

Ruby: You shouldn't. The world isn't fair, but that doesn't mean you should hurt other people. If you act a little nicer, you get a little nice back... usually.

Weiss: Be quiet.

Ruby: If you say so.

Weiss: So what if other people get hurt, huh?! I have been hurting my whole life, and I just want it to stop for ten! Minutes! Is that so wrong?! And now it's here. The answer is right! Here! I just have to reach out and grab it! A new life! It's so close, I can almost hear it!

General James Ironwood as Doctor Beefton

Whitely: Alright, that's it. No more Dr. Nice Guy. You've forced me to use MY ULTIMATE ATTACK! (Shouts, Passes out)

Roman: That's it? Your ultimate attack is passing out? What a dork! Let that be a lesson to you, Red. Never mess with Roman Torchwick!

Ruby: Uh, Roman?

Roman: Please, please; call me boss.

Ruby: BOSS!

Roman: Yeah, Red?

Ironwood: RAAAAAAAARGH!

Ruby/Roman: (Scream, Hug each other in terror)

Ironwood: You little thieves may have bested Whitely Schnee, but you stand no chance against General Ironwood! Yes, General Ironwood is here, and he has a medal in DEATH! As well as medals for valorous acts in wartime, good conduct over twenty years, and extensive hours of participating in many community service projects.

Whitely Schnee as Dr. Sylvester "Sylvie" Ashling

Roman: Why don't you tell us your semblance, then?

Whitely: I'm not telling you my semblance. That's strategic suicide! What kind of idiot tells his semblance to someone he just met?

Jaune: Intruders spotted! Greeting, small girl and companions, it is I, Jaune Arc, the man whose semblance is Aura Amp! I have come to retrieve you, and prevent the criminal from getting too amped up by facing my lady, much like the reverse of my semblance, Aura Amp!

Whitely: I... What? Is this a joke?!

Jaune: No jokes! Only semblances, of which mine is Aura Amp!

Whitely: (Whispers to Roman) Listen, he doesn't know I'm not on his side anymore. If I can convince him to let me pass, I can buy us some time. Follow my lead. (Steps up, Thinking) Okay, Whitely, it's all on you, now. Be cautious. One wrong move, and it could be all over for you. This one seems foolish, but we can't be too certain. It could be a trap. No one would be foolish enough to reveal their powers, would they? Unless... he's trying to lure me into a false sense of security! Unfortunately for him, I've never felt secure about anything in my entire life! And I won't start now! The game of mental chess has already begun! Knight takes rook. Bishop takes pawn. Schnee to E-5. General to E-2! Rook takes Schnee! Gen takes Schnee! Schnee takes Gen! SCHNEE! GEN! GEN! SCHNEE! SCHNEE! SCHNEE! SCHNEE! GEN! SCHNEE!

Ruby: Um... Is he dead?

Roman: He's just been standing there, not blinking, for fifty seconds.

Winter Schnee as Percival King

Winter: Goodness! What brand of crayons are those? I certainly hope children aren't buying them. Or worse, consuming them!

Qrow: Uh, Forger's Crayons! Extra tough!

Winter: The crayons of debauchery, then. What a fiendish weapon to conceal beneath the façade of childlike wonder!

Hazel: Makes for a great snack, though. (Bites into Dust "crayon")

Winter: HE'S CONSUMED THE DEBAUCHERY!

Qrow Branwen as Ramsey Murdoch

Qrow: Hey, uh, you think it's okay to leave those guys back there?

Winter: Not to worry. Those were desemblance cuffs I placed on him.

Qrow: Oh, you, uh, have desemblance cuffs, huh?

Winter: Any self-respecting officer carries a pair or two on their person, in case of any semblance-related tomfoolery.

Qrow: Yeah, losing your semblance would be a total loss, huh? I'll just be over here writing something completely unrelated over here on this wad of paper. (Whispers harshly, Scribbles on notepad) Bad luck! You have bad luck! Your semblance is bad luck! Don't forget! DON'T FORGET!

Winter: Agreed. I would be next to useless without my abilities.

Qrow: You keep saying things like that, something bad is gonna happen. Just because someone doesn't have a semblance, it doesn't mean they're not dangerous. (Tugs at his black feather) Wasn't any semblance that did this to me. I'll tell you that much. You never know what people are capable of, so you should hope that good luck of yours lasts. You never know when it'll run out.

Winter: (Nods) I'll keep that in mind.

Raven Branwen as Zora Salazar

Raven: I guess I'm a bit of a romantic at heart. I like the idea of true competition. Duels at dawn! Battles of destiny! Two warriors, giving it their all, where the only deciding factor is pure, old-fashioned skill!

Qrow: Is that why you dress up as a ronin? (Raven punches him) ARGH!

Raven: Don't interrupt. The point is that these days, skill doesn't matter anymore. You can train your whole life to be the best you you could possibly be, just to get beaten by a schmo with a superpower. That's why I want to get rid of semblances. You shouldn't be strong just because you got lucky.

#rwby #ruby rose #roman torchwick #jaune arc #weiss schnee #whitely schnee #winter schnee #qrow branwen #raven branwen #epithet erased #james ironwood

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captnjacksparrow · 2 years

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Your post about Tobirama made me see him as a very capable leader, albeit an overly blunt one. It's way better than Hiruzen's weak willed way. My ask is, how do you rate all Hokages based on their leadership ability? Before, I think Tsunade is the best Hokage but your post kinda changes my mind (Hiruzen is still the worst Hokage and Danzo definitely doesn't count).

Thanks for this Ask, in response to this post... Glad to know that I made someone to get off from that 'racist' train.

Was Danzo, ever an Hokage???

7. Sarutobi Hiruzen

I am totally neutral towards him as a character... In my opinion, he was overtly compassionate and an oblivious person. Yes, Being extremely compassionate inspires lot of people and ended up being loved by many people... It's very evident from how Naruto, Kakashi, Minato, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Shikamaru revered him..... But it's not a trait that’s something a Leader should rely on and show it every time to everyone.. One Needs to know when and where to draw the line.

He thought of showing mercy to Orochimaru because he couldn't kill his favorite student but that act came back to bite him in the worst way possible.

And he let Danzo to do whatever the hell he wanted without pulling the reins on him. Danzo, that paranoid bastard ended up being the mastermind behind most of the problems in Part 2. Like Marginalization of Uchiha, UCM, screwing up Kabuto & Itachi & Shisui, conspiring with Orochimaru to destroy Konoha, creating a cruel organization called ROOT, partnered up with Hanzo which led to the creation of Akatsuki, killing that Frog Messenger when Akatsuki invaded Konoha, Asked his ROOT members to not participate when Akatsuki invaded.... [[This F*cking dipshit]]

Hiruzen let everything happen right under his Nose all because he trusted his friend Danzo... He maybe a good shinobi but not a good leader.

6. Namikaze Minato

Minato is primarily here because we didn't see any of his leadership decision from the Material we got from the Manga. His tenure as an Hokage was short and then he died protecting the Village.

He might have been a Good Leader had he not died early because as we all know that 3rd Shinobi World War took a heavy toll on Konoha to the point of making Young Kids like Obito, Kakashi, Rin & Itachi to see the horrors of War...

It was Minato who literally stopped the War by blowing out the Kannabi Bridge with the help of his Team. And we knew that he is capable of using his Hiraishin no Jutsu to save many people in the War Arc as well.

So, he had a good potential but we couldn't see as to what it was.

5. Hatake Kakashi

Again, we couldn't see what he did because he became Hokage only in Chapter 699... But I placed him above Minato because we know that his friend Obito created a big mess to the Shinobi World... And he literally took over that position to clean up the Mess that was created by the end of 4th Shinobi World War... One of the worst time to take over the Leadership position, even in a real life.

Added to that, 5 Villages have just joined together at the end of the War and it's unity will always be Fragile at the beginning. So, Kakashi might have been the one to deal with this sensitive alliance and made sure to reinforce it.

A Good reason to place him above Minato.

4. Uzumaki Naruto

I am totally conflicted to place him above Kakashi. Maybe, I am biased. I don’t even know what to write here...

He is the Hero of the Fourth Shinobi World War and with his strong resolve he lifted the Shinobi Alliance’ spirit throughout the Battle. He is capable of understanding his Enemies and make a friend out of them. And I can write a lot about his Character here.... But all of his Best Achievements were done when he was just a teenager....

As a Hokage, He ensured peace to be maintained in all the 5 villages by making every shinobis to co-operate with each other, a dream which was once dreamt by Hashirama and Konoha is looking like a New York today. But other than that, I don’t know what he did as a Leader because Kakashi almost cleaned up the mess when he hand over that position to Naruto and also I think Naruto’s lacks many Leadership traits like Lack of Analytical Ability and Logical Thinking which is off-setted by Sasuke and Viceversa.

But I am yet to know what he did as a Hokage... Well, Anyways, He is capable of inspiring people even at a worst situation and make them follow him without any ulterior motives. And that is in and of itself is a big Leadership Ability. So, here he is.

[[Off-topic: I really wanted to see Naruto as a person who brings this Magnificient Aura when people look at him.... Just like how all the 4 dead Hokages landed on the Battlefield in a supreme style and every Shinobis on the Battlefield were looking at them like some God.... I wanted Naruto to be like that... But he was ended up like some clown for Next Gen.... I am feeling pathetic, really]]

3. Senju Hashirama

Hashirama is the Hero in my local Naruto community. And I decided to watch Naruto only because of this character. I just wanted to see what’s this fuss about Hashirama and thought ‘Let’s go check’.... And poof!!! Here I am writing this blog.

Hashi totally created a Revolutionary Village System that saved many children from dying in a pointless war. And As a person who comes from a Clan System, I can boldly say that bringing 2 clans together is not that of an easy task. It will take a lot of Blood Shed & Endless verbal wars to make that happen, even in a real life. And Hashi did it successfully and created a whole village with a union of multiple clans together. This is one the best Leadership Quality, that is, To Keep the Personal Inconvenience aside and think for the bigger cause.

It’s no wonder all the Villagers has the same spirit to go so far as to protect this Village at any cost... Because it’s a peace that was achieved after countless loss of lives during the cruel War-torn Warring States Era.... And it’s also no wonder why he was called as ‘God of Shinobi’ in Narutoverse and he was celebrated in my Naruto community as well... Because, we are all expecting that someone like Hashi would appear and unite all our clans someday... A Wishful Thinking....

Not to mention, He is crazy powerful to squash Madara like a plush toy whenever he attacked Konoha... And he can inspire people with his Kindness and Open-Heart.... He even had another visionary dream that ‘Someday all the shinobis would understand each other and act as one’... Which was passed down and carried on by Naruto & Sasuke... I would say, he is the Originator of everything and A Great Hokage.

The only thing is that he was too Idealistic, Naive and believe that everything would by alright on it’s own which it won’t be for the most times....

2. Senju Tsunade

She is totally a Queen and the only person in Narutoverse who is deserved to be addressed as such. And the best thing is, this story revolves around Konoha and she is the Hokage for almost 70% of the story and she did her job in a dedicated way. Unlike with other Hokages, we as an audience did get to see what are the problems that comes with this position and how she deals with it.

And the best thing about her is that, she took over this position when Konoha was at the weakest. Unlike Kakashi, who had the luxury to seek help from other Villages, Tsunade didn’t had that because every village was at each other’s throats at that time except for Suna who basically surrendered to Konoha because they had no other options.

“Who can predict when another neighbouring village will take such bold actions again?”

And yet she took a leap of faith to trust Suna Village’s peace treaty and sought out the help of Sand siblings to retrieve Sasuke.

And also, much later we get this information from Gaara that Tsunade was the only one who has been addressing the Problems of Akatsuki from the very beginning while other Kages turned deaf ears to his pleas.

And the most interesting thing during her tenure was the ‘POLITIKING & STUFFS’. Like, Danzo that bastard was scheming behind her by employing a spy named Sai and she planting her own spy named Yamato to watch over him.. Were all something that makes us respect her more. I know, it’s not some mature level politics, but for a media such as Naruto, this is enough.

What’s more??? When Madara knocked out every other Kage like a play thing, Tsunade was the only one who was conscious enough to think about saving other Kages with her Chakra. This shows that she is one of the strongest Kage among the lot.

All the above I mentioned here are some good examples of her leadership... Throwing aside the Grudge and making peace with the enemies, Taking over the mess and cleaning up, dealing with vipers who comes out of nowhere, Strong urge to protect the Village if that would cost her life (Pain Arc), Developed her own Jutsu that would enable her to fight in the frontlines....

And above all.... What I loved and admired about her as a Hokage and AS A CHARACTER is this.

MISTAKES!!!!!

Yes, Tsunade has nothing to do with Akatsuki invasion or Origin of this criminal organization. It was all because of that Danzo bastard who drove Nagato and Konan into that situation by allying with Hanzo. And yet, here she is acknowledging Konoha’s mistakes without blame-shifting or whining about it. She is totally Owning it up like a Queen.

THIS IS AN ADMIRABLE LEADERSHIP QUALITY EVEN IN REAL LIFE. This is exactly where I liked everything about Tsunade.

I wish every stans from any fandom can have this trait without blame shifting the worst actions from their favourite character.

And That’s why she is my second best Hokage.

1. Senju Tobirama

I have written everything I want to write about this character in the Attached post above. Tsunade was my actual first choice because she is a strong and straight forward person. But after seeing this character in Founder’s Era Arc, my opinions changed.

Because, He doesn’t mince words by pulling the punches. He calls A Spade A Spade. No Bullshit, Sycophancy, Sugar-Coating or Bootlicking involved. If you are a fool, he would say it openly but at the same time, he won’t fail to compliment you open heartedly. WITHOUT ANY BIAS OR PREJUDICE.

He left a heap ton of Infrastructural legacy which later formed as the foundation of Konoha we saw in Part 1 and Part 2 and even Boruto. Be it the Academy, ANBU or Chunin Exams. And Konoha Military Police included.

And also he created wide variety of Jutsus and out of which one became the signature jutsu of our Titular Character. And the other jutsu became the Trademark jutsu of our Main Character's dad and the final one became the plot of later half of part 2.

Kage Bunshin, Hiraishin, Edo Tensei. All for the prosperity of the village. And Sadly, his Legacy wasn’t properly carry forwarded by his successor which Hiruzen himself agrees to it.

And what I like about him as a Leader is this.

All three of them lost their Brother and were feeling sad about it. However, all of them reacts in a different way. Hashirama was feeling restless and sentimental. Whereas their Younger Brother Itama wants to go for revenge. But Tobirama was the one who openly calls the Adults as stupid for not making an Agreement with the Enemy. He even disagrees with the thought of pursuing for revenge and was suggesting the Idea of Creating Rules, Make Agreement and avoid pointless fighting which made Hashirama to ponder about it.

To think about what to do next without getting lost into sentimentalities is also a Great Leadership ability.

And true to his words, he indeed tried to create Alliance with other villages when he was the Hokage.

And also, instead of ignoring the problems believing that everything would be alright on it’s own, he actually tries to see what’s the real source of the problem and see the logical reasoning behind it. When the Uchiha Clan members believed that the Curse of Hatred was something that they were eternally casted upon from the times of Rikkudou Sennin, Tobirama was the only one to find the source of their Hatred being ‘Love’ and not everyone are doomed to this fate, instead they could channel that hate into a greater and good cause.

So, Yes... Finding Positivity in Everything is also another Admirable Leadership Quality.

And that’s why he is the Best Hokage, in my opinion.

#hiruzen #tsunade #tobirama #hashirama #naruto #kakashi #minato

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our-happygirl500-fan · 3 years

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You know the whole Baterang to the throat thing that causes a lot of discussion in the fandom? I think Bruce might not have been aiming for the throat

It ricochets

This point in comics Bruce has been through a ringer Steph's died, Barbara and Jim have left, Leslie betrayed him and he's had to send Cass and Tim away and now Jason is back but for revenge so Bruce isn’t at his best and I think Bruce threw the Baterang in a moment of panic and either over or undershot which ended up with well that.

This moment causes a lot of debate but I don't see it as “Bruce harming Jason to save the joker” the way a lot of fics paint it I see it more as he'd been aiming for Jason's arm or something to disarm him but overshot and it’s kind of like a symbolism of their relationship.

Which is basically Bruce takes an action to stop Jason from going down a path that he thinks will end up hurting Jason, but ends up hurting Jason in the long-run.

Like when he discussed taking away robin from Jason (because he thought Jason needed time to deal with issues that were becoming more prevalent) which only ended up making Jason feel insecure about his position in the Wayne household, contributing to why he so desperately pursued a stable parental relationship in his biological mother.

Bruce knows that if he gives in and kills the Joker he'll never stop killing we've seen timelines that prove that and I think Bruce also thinks the same of Jason that if Jason kills the Joker he won't stop at all so it’s not that he’s saving the Joker but that he’s trying to save Jason but Bruce ultimately misunderstands Jason’s needs and winds up hurting him.

Bruce is trying to save Jason from what he sees as a downwards spiral, but he ends up hurting him not just emotionally, but physically, and in the most extreme way possible. It's like an even darker echo of how trying to bench him as Robin led to his death.

Bruce has spent YEARS haunted by the memory of Jason’s death his death fundamentally changed Bruce's entire character Alfred said that Jason's death affected Bruce more than his own parents death.

In Underworld Unleashed it's revealed that his greatest desire is to have Jason back, in Hush he talks about how he wanted to put Jason in the Lazarus Pit and how he believes Jason knew he always loved him, and in As The Crow Flies we learn that his greatest fear is Jason coming back as an enemy and then in Under the Red Hood he gets Jason back (his greatest desire) but as an antagonist (his greatest fear) and moreover his belief that Jason 'knew' he loved him is WRONG.

Jason's insecurities from before his death combined with the perceived betrayal of Bruce not avenging him have led Jason to the point where he genuinely believes Bruce doesn't care, and in Jason's eyes, killing the joker is the only way Bruce can prove that he does but instead, in that moment, Bruce's attempt to diffuse the situation backfires.

Bruce misunderstands what Jason needs in that moment like he misunderstood what Jason needed at the start of Death in the Family it's just the ultimate representation of their constant emotional feedback loop. They trap themselves in a cycle of fighting because Jason can't read how Bruce really feels and Bruce can't read what Jason really needs and in that moment both those things are true, with Jason not seeing that Bruce truly cares anymore, and Bruce not knowing how to properly deescalate the situation and show Jason that he still cares.

It's extremely easy to read the batatrang throw as purposeful even though I wholly believe it was accidental but if that moment was explored more, I'm positive that Jason would believe it wasn't an accident, and would view it as proof of his already held view that Bruce doesn't love him anymore after all, that could have killed him, symbolically disowning him in the most extreme way possible.

Heck in Jason's appearance in Green Arrow (2001) Bruce had thought Jason might have died again! Before Jason turned up to mess with Mia.

The thing that's tragic about Jason that actually leads to a lot of his own suffering is that Jason doesn't really know what a healthy relationship looks like so I'm not sure when his actual 'last straw' would be.

Jason is the kind of person who sees love and acceptance as entirely circumstantial. He believes he must /earn/ love and acceptance, i.e. by being Robin, rather than it being inherently given.

A huge piece of understanding Robin Jason is understanding how much he lacked proper support systems back then. School was his only connection to his kids his age, and he didn't benefit much from that connection, his life was essentially: manor, school, Robin, repeat.

Jason loved school, but his school life was also pretty depressing. Jason kept to himself, he didn't have the time to participate in extracurriculars even when he wanted to and his peers didn't view him very positively. Jason was also really isolated from the rest of the hero community, there was his stint with the Titans, but it was pretty brief. He was also penpals with Kid Devil, but for the most part, he just had Batman.

The lack of support is actually one of the reasons I give for Jason and Steph dying in universe since they were the two Robins without support systems outside of Gotham. When Bruce was a jerk Dick and Tim could be like 'fine I'm going to go hang out with the Teen Titans or Young Justice' but Jason and Steph could only be like 'oh no' plus Bruce would deliberately try to take away Steph's support systems that she did have multiple times like when he ordered Cass to stop training with Steph.

But that's besides the point, I wouldn't be surprised if Jason confused being Robin with being accepted in the manor so when Bruce threatened to take away Robin from him, he might've seen it as his only proper support system being taken away from him, his world felt rocked back into instability once again.

When you look at it like that, it's very easy to understand why Jason sought out his biological mother. He had a hope that Sheila would offer him that stability once more, and that he'd get support and trust and unconditional love.

And that’s what make it all the more heartbreaking to me he came to this woman seeking love and gave her his greatest secret and she repaid him with a horrific death. Jason’s death is one of the saddest to me because there’s no high stakes 'he died saving the world stuff' he’s just a kid who wanted a mom and got killed for it.

DC’s habit of taking away who he was is so detrimental to his backstory as the Red Hood because the transformation from someone who tried being kind and who did give it their all being killed for it and coming back like ‘no more’ is so much more interesting than ‘we always knew this would happen’.

Robin disobeying orders is nothing new. If that was the core of why Jason died, then any Robin disobeying orders should never be put in a positive light, but often it is. Jason (and Steph) were just the ones unlucky enough to emerge dead and judged for it instead of alive and praised for it.

Jason died because he was a child who just wanted to be safe and loved.

So many times Robin disobeying orders saved lives it’s nothing new and Jason had a pretty solid reason, the story of Jason Todd should be portrayed as the tragedy not make him some warning sign.

This is why I always hated the victim blaming after Jason & Steph's deaths because they died doing what if it had been Tim or Dick a Robin would be praised for, like take Steph for example we've seen constant stories of Bruce firing Robin, them going off on their own & Bruce realising he's wrong & taking them back but when Steph goes off on her own she dies the only reason Jason & Steph died is that the writers forced them to fail where they would have allowed the others to succeed.

But anyway back to my point the thing about Jason feeling like he had to earn love is why he was initially so hung up on the idea of Bruce 'replacing' him when he came back to life, he viewed Tim being robin as Bruce /transferring/ his love for Jason to another person, rather than seeing that Bruce could love Tim while still loving and missing him.

The reason Jason sought out his mother after Bruce benched him as Robin was that he viewed Bruce benching him as Bruce rejecting him and latched onto the idea of finding someone, i.e. a birth mother, who is supposed to give /unconditional love/.

The fact that his birth mother REJECTED HIM and then played a hand in his murder undoubtedly affected his attitude when he came back, if even his mother didn't want him, and then Bruce let the joker live and replaced him, then, in Jason's eyes, OF COURSE Bruce doesn't care and as mentioned previously Jason didn't really have any friends in school or the hero community, believing that the only real close personal connection in your live, someone you spent all your time with, had forgotten about you and rejected you is bound to mess a person up.

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