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ctrl-alt-cel · 1 year

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when i was 13 i wrote an essay explaining the rationale of puppyshipping to some guy in a skype chatroom. found the essay again. wanted to rewrite it. without further ado:

HERE’S HOW PUPPYSHIPPING CAN STILL WIN: THE SEQUEL: 2 PUPPY 2 SHIPPING (4.3k words)

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kaiba and jounouchi’s relationship stands at an awkwardly undefinable place in canon: they're not on good terms, but they're not enemies either. they know each other too well to be called passing acquaintances, but kaiba hardly acknowledges jounouchi as a duelist, let alone a potential rival. at best? they're mutual nuisances.

or, that's how jounouchi and kaiba choose to define it. both of them would love if their dynamic were that simple, nothing more than a back-and-forth of petty insults—but that’s not the truth. and they'll dance around the truth for five whole seasons, purposefully downplaying why they’re so obsessed with provoking each other whenever they’re in the same place.

they're foils.

—but the term "foils" is so dulled within fandom lexicon now that it can mean literally anything from two guys who just disagree with each other sometimes, so i'll sharpen this further. jounouchi and kaiba see their counterpart less as an individual person but more a representation of who they could have become if they had respectively, in their eyes, never learned the lessons they needed to. they project their own ideals onto the other and come away thinking they already know how the other operates, and the fun thing is, even when working from conjecture, their assumptions of one another happen to hit far closer to home than they have any right to.

so really, they can't leave each other alone because they can't stop seeing their failures reflected back at them. the other is a defective version of themselves that they need to correct because they can't stand constantly acknowledging who they used to be, so they try to bend the other to be more like their own image—an "i can fix him (by dragging him down to my level)".

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jounouchi and kaiba’s parallels run down to their origins, both set up against abysmal family situations they have no choice but to make the best of. seto and mokuba are orphaned at a young age until seto gets them adopted, while katsuya is separated from his sister and stuck with a deadbeat father who can't carry his own weight. trapped in an environment where nobody expects anything worthwhile from him, katsuya joins a gang and lives out a self-admittedly miserable existence before befriending yugi, while seto is in a battlefield of his own, faced with protecting mokuba while enduring against the nightmare that is gozaburo kaiba’s parenting.

what they do to survive those conditions determines the outlooks they carry for the rest of their lives: jounouchi learns that losing is inescapable and the best you can do is learn how to cope with it, whereas kaiba learns that losing is something you must protect yourself from because there's only so much you can afford to lose.

jounouchi is positioned as the underdog, fighting tooth-and-nail for every victory he can manage, while kaiba has power in excess and holds to the belief that it’s all he really needs. one would argue that they have the perspective the other lacks—they argue that they have the perspective the other lacks. but in my opinion? it doesn't actually matter. what interests me is how they treat each other as a result.

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side: seto kaiba

kaiba degrades jounouchi a lot. like, to an uncomfortable extent. you know that one post that’s like “why does bullying exist? why are you mad that i’m ugly?” why is kaiba so mad over the fact that jounouchi loses so much?

it’s projection. he’s just holding jounouchi to the same standard he holds himself to. you need to be powerful if you want to play the same games as kaiba, and seeing jounouchi so openly lean on his friends, ask for help, and have the audacity to lose sets kaiba off because he’s not playing the way he’s supposed to. kaiba rubs jounouchi's losses in his face because he believes that's what loss is supposed to look like, and that it’s jounouchi’s fault for not understanding that yet. kaiba is trying to teach him. to kaiba, this degradation might as well be an act of generosity.

while kaiba stayed true to his own ambitions, seizing kaibacorp from gozaburo and turning it into a children's entertainment company, he beat gozaburo at his own game not by inventing new rules but by playing it better than his adoptive father ever could. and as impressive as that is, it’s not sustainable. gozaburo kills himself when faced with his own defeat, and kaiba internalizes this lesson: that all losses are final, and it’s better to die than adapt to the consequences of a defeat. gozaburo’s death was a suicide, but in the context of their game, kaiba might as well have killed him regardless.

he mirrors this when he threatens to kill himself in duelist kingdom, his heightened emotions catastrophizing losing the duel to immediately equal failing mokuba and coming to the conclusion that if he loses mokuba he’d rather be dead. being someone so fervently self-reliant, any alternate solution, a possibility that he can lose here and still find a different way to rescue mokuba never crosses his mind. and, look, this isn’t his fault. this is the only way of living he’s ever been taught. he’s never learned how to cope in the event of failure because he’s never had the luxury to fail to begin with.

he's burned and rebuilt himself over and over again to survive in the world he operates in, and that’s why jounouchi pisses kaiba off so personally. jounouchi loses so much and so messily, and kaiba tries to show him that if he doesn’t start reinventing himself from the broken pieces of his defeats until all that’s left of him are jagged edges the same way he has, he’s never going to win. but jounouchi…does win. and keeps winning. and even when he does lose, it’s as if he creates new victories for himself, like there’s still value to playing a game with someone when you don’t win it—power of friendship bullshit and whatever. jounouchi is still here, a competitor that kaiba can no longer write off as much as he desperately wants to. (and, yeah, it is pretty ironic how jounouchi will jump through a million hoops to get kaiba to look at him, but he doesn't realize that he doesn't need to do anything to keep kaiba’s attention, only continue being himself.)

jounouchi refuses to compromise who he is and still manages to get far when in kaiba’s mind, that shouldn’t be possible; he’s supposed to be punished the way kaiba was. jounouchi is proof that you can take a devastating blow and move on from it, that even when you do fuck up spectacularly, there’s still something worthwhile in starting again tomorrow.

so kaiba constantly needs to prove that he’s better than jounouchi, that jounouchi isn’t even worth his time in order to justify his worldview. because if kaiba isn’t right, then he'll have no choice but to confront the fact that the war is over. that his circumstances aren’t instant life or death anymore and that even though he’s freed himself from gozaburo’s influence, there’s still further growth as a person he could stand to undergo, now divorced from the harsh conditions of his upbringing. jounouchi is a testament to how it’s possible to make peace and move on from the past without constantly bleeding for closure, that maybe, kaiba’s headlong quest to get the last word on his rivalry with yami yugi may not actually be as fulfilling as he thinks.

but admitting that you might need to change the way you live feels like a defeat in and of itself—it’s infuriating to hear that after everything you’ve had to learn, the way you live now isn’t good enough. that surviving insurmountable trauma doesn’t inherently make you better or more worthy than other people—it just traumatizes you, and is something you must heal from. so, instead of reflecting on these revelations, it’s so much easier for kaiba to tell himself that jounouchi is only ever graceful when he’s dead.

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side: katsuya jounouchi

jounouchi is very stuck on this idea that he needs to be useful. his dad is an alcoholic with a gambling addiction and he believes it's not only his duty to pay his father's debts, but to be the household's sole source of income. his sister needs eye surgery and he believes it's his responsibility as an older brother not only to pay for it, but to act as her primary emotional support to get the surgery and throughout her recovery process. haga throws yugi's exodia into the ocean and jounouchi blames himself for not stopping it. jounouchi gets mind-controlled by malik and blames himself for causing his friends anguish from it. mai literally gets jounounchi’s soul stolen and he apologizes to her for messing up and making her sad. it's habitual, jounouchi doesn't know how to stop taking on the burdens of other people.

if you live with the mentality that you’re inevitably going to fail for long enough, you’ll come away with the belief that caring about your own wellbeing isn’t worth the effort. it depends on how pessimistic you want to read it, if it’s just his love language or jounouchi compensating for the damning act of being himself, but jounouchi quantifies his worth by how much he provides for other people. he’s always jumping in the line of fire for the sake of others because if you constantly undervalue your own wellbeing, you always have less to lose. as the underdog, he may not be as overtly powerful as kaiba or yugi, but he can still give himself away, and he’s convinced himself that it’s what he’s supposed to do. jounouchi is still new to this whole friendship thing. after a lifetime of supporting himself by himself, he doesn't know when he's allowed to ask for help yet—he’s supposed to be the help, dammit.

a key distinction between jounouchi and kaiba’s upbringings is that while kaiba’s biological parents died in an accident, jounouchi’s parents are still alive and they choose not to be responsible for him. jounouchi is conditioned to fend for himself by himself because having a parental figure actually present in his life isn’t a luxury he gets to have. to jounouchi, there has to be a reason why his mother only takes shizuka and never goes back for him in the six years he’s left with his father, and he rationalizes this with his notions of masculinity: he’s a strong man who can handle it. jounouchi is not delicate, he can endure it. men are responsible for their own circumstances. kaiba is hyperindependent out of a mixture of spite, paranoia, and self-defense. jounouchi is hyperindependent because he believes he deserves it. it’s the reason why he believes he’ll finally have a good relationship with his father if he just wins enough money to pay off his gambling debts—jounouchi can fix everything if only he were man enough to, and he can get people to stay if he demonstrates himself useful enough.

so death doesn’t carry nearly as much weight to jounouchi as it does to kaiba. in kaiba’s eyes, death is the punishment for failure, but to jounouchi, death is just the natural consequence for the kind of life he leads. he can't stop himself from fighting for the people he loves until he’s spent everything and forced to stop (read: dies), so during the several times jounouchi is confronted with his own death, he meets it with a solemn acceptance. like, yeah, it sucks, but he doesn’t regret the actions he took to end up here—he’d do it all over again, frankly. it’s better to die than not give everything he can, and at least he was able to give his life in service to someone else. it’s not necessarily good to die, but it doesn’t matter as much if he does.

so where kaiba is afraid of losing, jounouchi is afraid of outliving his usefulness (and being abandoned as a result), and kaiba disrupts jounouchi’s worldview specifically because he puts his ideology on the defensive. to jounouchi, kaiba’s presence never demands a question of “what can you do for me?” (nothing, kaiba doesn’t want jounouchi to do anything for him, and frankly, he’d be insulted if jounouchi even tried) but “what makes you worthy of standing on the same level as me?”, and jounouchi can’t sacrificial lamb get set on fire die a billion times into getting kaiba into seeing it his way (rather, that would only prove him right: kaiba would love nothing more than for jounouchi to lose the ability to fight and finally align with his preconceived notions of how the world works), and he can’t argue that his value is in how much he provides for others because that’s a non-answer. kaiba doesn’t care.

kaiba’s presence forces jounouchi into a position of self-reflection: jounouchi works so hard to preserve the friendships he’s created, but who is he—what does he value about himself in the absence of it? jounouchi needs to acknowledge something inherently valuable about himself if he wants to counter kaiba in any meaningful way, and it’s not like he doesn’t have valuable qualities either: he’s tenacious, he’s resourceful, he’s a quick learner—it takes intelligence to rank as high as he does in tournaments, but he undervalues all of it. these traits are all to be expected, they don’t actually count as extraordinary when it’s him. they’re only remarkable when they’re being applied to something greater. jounouchi believes he has the potential to become strong (and valuable by extension), only with the stipulation that he’s never actually there yet. he focuses too much on his inadequacies, constantly pontificating on how he needs to become a “true duelist”, but by the way he speaks about the title, the only way to be a true duelist is be named yugi muto, i guess.

so it’s very jounouchi-esque for him to miss this point with near deliberate precision and try to make himself useful to kaiba anyway. while kaiba is bent on seeing jounouchi fail to prove that his cynicism is superior to jounouchi’s altruism, the inverse is that jounouchi sees his old self in kaiba and he’s dying to teach kaiba a lesson. during battle for bronze, jounouchi states that they used to be the same, people who only relied on themselves and thought they’d be fine living like that. the argument jounouchi makes is that living that way is fucking miserable. he calls kaiba out: you’re supposed to be having fun. why are you playing duel monsters if you’re not having fun? he’s trying to show kaiba that he can be useful and teach kaiba things if kaiba would just let him, but for reasons mentioned in both of their sections, kaiba isn’t interested in being taught anything.

while less malicious in display, it's important to note that jounouchi’s method of trying to teach kaiba doesn't make him the better person here. jounouchi isn’t coming from a place of understanding when he lectures kaiba, he’s coming from a place of misdirected self-flagellation. and from kaiba's perspective, jounouchi is just dispensing unwarranted advice for the sake of his own ego. the most egregious example is when jounouchi picks a fight with kaiba in duelist kingdom, demanding they duel when kaiba is clearly not in the mood, busy with more pressing matters like, i don’t know, trying to rescue his abducted brother? so, okay, maybe a little bit inconsiderate on jounouchi’s part.

they're two ideological extremes: kaiba lashes out at the world while jounouchi gives himself to it, and jounouchi will keep barging in on kaiba with his life lessons because it’s the only way he wants to engage with kaiba’s arguments otherwise. jounouchi interprets kaiba’s rejection of his ideals as the equivalent of the stubbornness jounouchi had before befriending yugi, and he uses it as a reason to keep pushing, not understanding that while he may have found the most honorable path for himself, you can imagine how constantly burning yourself for others isn’t very…appealing. or sustainable. and that maybe it’s something you need to work on, actually.

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conclusion: how i WIN

what’s fun about jounouchi and kaiba is how wrong they are. they genuinely can't live the way the other demands them to, their respective environments won’t allow it. if jounouchi chased victory with the same cutthroat relentlessness as kaiba, he probably never would have left his gang. or, at least, he’d lose the selfless devotion and consideration he has for others, traits that helped him build his support system, and he never would have found the friendships he values in his life—his willingness to change and start again was how he was able to befriend yugi to begin with. (and if you wanted to get really extreme with hypotheticals, his self-destructive tendencies could have grown so severe in the absence of a support system that he probably would wind up getting himself killed somewhere. lol.) inversely, if kaiba granted himself the freedom to worry less about the outcome as long as he enjoyed himself, he’d put mokuba’s safety at constant risk. kaiba’s guarded nature isn’t without reason, there are powerful corporate executives who would love to see him fail, and there are very real consequences if kaiba slips up for even a second and gives his opposition any leeway. the way they live works for them because it’s theirs. it’s not so much that either of their lifestyles are in dire need of correction, but that the other represents the possibility that they could be living better.

and this is fantastic because it means that, despite what they think, neither of them are in the “wrong” and must learn to change their idiot ways or that the solution is to strong-arm each other into some kind of compromise. it’s a battle of perceived weakness. they need to, naturally and individually, accept that the traits they’ve always deemed immature and beneath them can be just as vital for survival, even when it’s not necessarily their own.

jounouchi and kaiba are essentially the most extreme example of two people who want what’s best for each other (gone wrong!) and puppyshipping is appealing because them getting together requires that they stop punishing themselves for who they used to be. they expect too much out of themselves and then inflict those demands onto each other, but if they’re not wrong for the ways they’ve overcome the circumstances they were left in, then it’s equally true that the ideals they abandoned to survive weren’t inherently naïve just because they weren’t given the space to utilize them. sometimes life will push you to your limits in the hope that you fail, and there’s no deeper meaning to it. it’s not life’s way of teaching you a necessary lesson to make you stronger or a test to see if you deserve to live, or that it’s your fault when it breaks you. sometimes there’s no great meaning to suffering. things happen, and you will adjust to it in order to live. when kaiba and jounouchi believe they know each other as much as they know themselves, pairing them is the hope that they’ll respect themselves enough to respect each other, that they’ll one day be able to embrace the parts of themselves they’re the most ashamed of.

(or, you know, for the alternative crowd, they most definitely can make each other worse.)

for two men who claim to be so self-assured in their own lifestyles, jounouchi and kaiba are fascinating because there’s so many layers of denial at play: the denial that they see anything in each other, denial that there may be aspects of the other that they’ve come to envy, denial that they even care, and it's so tempting to imagine if all of it was forced open. jounouchi and kaiba choose to maintain this delicate equilibrium where they never actually confront anything because the idea of admitting vulnerability viscerally disgusts them, and it begs what would happen if the balance irrevocably tipped for once. watching them is like watching a pencil teetering on the edge of a desk, always this close to some kind of breakthrough. i won’t even lie to you puppyshipping pisses me off half the time because i just want to shake them around until something metaphorically breaks.

kaiba and jounouchi never let each other become complacent in their pasts: whenever their personal tragedies and childhoods are brought up in the context of one another, it’s never because they are being vindicated for continuing to dwell in them, but because they are being contested on how much the mindsets they’ve carried over from their pasts should be allowed to determine their futures.

returning to canon, kaijou operates through the language of competition. jounouchi tries to prove himself as a competitor so remarkable that kaiba can no longer deny him, while kaiba already knows he’s remarkable, and that is precisely why acknowledging it pisses him off so much. so they’ll play their game: jounouchi will provoke kaiba into fighting him because he enjoys going up against challenging opponents in the hopes of becoming stronger, whereas kaiba keeps trying to set up situations where jounouchi will lose to the point of letting him die because he wants so badly to believe that losing does equal death and jounouchi’s existence is the most inconvenient counterargument of all. and obviously, jounouchi keeps not dying. and it's endlessly infuriating—almost slapstick at this point, that much to kaiba's frustration, no matter what he does, he can never make jounouchi submit for very long.

jounouchi and kaiba spur each other on to a ridiculous extent: kaiba enjoys pushing jounouchi past the breaking point, whereas jounouchi enjoys getting pushed to his limits to test his own capabilities. whether that’s necessarily a good thing though is…well…hmm. anyways.

their dynamic is the type of messiness only two prideful high schoolers can get up to. maybe it’s just kaiba's repression and jounouchi's recklessness, but there is a fascination with each other that they’re incapable of leaving alone. there’s intimacy in knowing someone so well and fearing that fact, but kaiba and jounouchi never respond to this fear by avoiding it—they’re engaging with it time and time again. they infuriate each other with a passion that never sits still. kaiba and jounouchi seek a validation from their counterpart while simultaneously denying each other from it, and it’s mean, but invigoratingly so.

at some point, it’s not even about wanting validation anymore, but point-blank wanting its keeper by any capacity: wanting a visible reaction to their effort as proof of reciprocation, proof that says “i’ve finally affected you just as much as you affect me.” because kaiba and jounouchi want to leave a mark on each other, they want their counterpart to fully understand how much they’ve affected them, and they want to witness that reaction themselves. it’s no longer this big, nebulous ideological debate with a reflection: the pull between them is made both physical and personal. so, like, not to go the trite route of arguing that two men who can’t stand each other were ~secretly attracted to each other this whole time~, but how else are you supposed to word this?

in some hypothetical universe where they do come together, even the ways they love manage to compliment each other in its own clumsy way. seto kaiba never does anything in moderation: if he hates something he will destroy it, if he loves something he will possess it, and if he is obsessed with something, he will single-mindedly pursue it at the expense of everything else. his repression manifests itself in a passion so pressurized it’s all-consuming against everything it comes to contact with. inversely, katsuya jounouchi loves freely and transparently: showing affection comes as naturally as breathing to him. he embodies the belief that love is not only about the grand gestures, but the day-to-day acts of warmth and casual acknowledgments that it's there. a man who wants to be wanted by someone so badly it aches paired with someone who makes no reservations as to what he's committed to, capable of a love so overwhelmingly insatiable that it is neither fickle nor delicate, and a man who finds the act of trusting others with his affection so unthinkably humiliating that he’s convinced himself it’s something beneath him paired with someone who makes it look infuriatingly easy. they are going to invent a new language to love each other with. i believe in them. i would not write two separate essays titled “here’s how puppyshipping can still win” if i did not believe in them.

ultimately, it feels cheap to build kaiba and jounouchi’s relationship off what life lessons they could "teach" each other reformation-style when they already have a legitimate dynamic in play. they can be good for each other, or they can tear into each other in ways they’d never expect to be capable of. there’s something exhilarating in knowing there’s someone who has that kind of power and wanting to keep them within your reach, a buzzing excitement in knowing someone who can not only withstand you at your worst, but fight back at you with twice as much vigor. sure, there’s potential for growth here, but that’s because there’s potential for literally anything.

kaiba and jounouchi inspire reinvention and self-determination from each other at the best of times and enable each other’s most self-destructive tendencies at their worst. so i think. puppyshipping is the most fun. when you ship them the same way you leave a fork in the microwave to watch it explode. the end.

TL;DR: me x the guy who keeps breaking my worldview and forces me to reevaluate myself every time i see him which i hate so much that i just want him to DIE

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #ship analysis #character study #not intended to convince anyone of anything this was a silly project to do on the side for MEEE #also i genuinely dont think any of the points i make are new #in my quest to be as holistic as possible and read every puppyshipping-adjacent meta analysis i could get my hands on #defense essays. criticism. livejournal blogposts #ive found several times that every point i make has already been made before in some kaijou 200k longfic posted in like 2011 #so if this essay is for ANYONE who isnt me.#its for the kaijou fic authors who have put in the work. god's strongest soldiers etc etc #actually. might reblog with an actual afterword citing my favorite ygo analysis i read in prep for this lol #i allude to a few of them in certain sections but i think youd have to be REALLY chronically online to notice #(coughing)#anyways special thanks to the friends who kindly beta read a document titled 'YAOI THESIS FINAL.docx'#fer + voski + cherry + sully + eric + cleo + gabby + chris + clover + vio #dear god i have inflicted this essay onto so many people #i love you.#you have enabled me and now we're all paying the price #yugioh

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Guys I am on the edge I am losing it. I haven’t written fanfiction since freshmen year of high school, since then I’ve said all my writing will be publishable. And yet I am mere seconds away from losing myself to a Sully family adopting Spider fic what is wrong with me. The chokehold this series has on me. Anyways here are some headcanons that have been giving me holes in my brain:

-All the Sully's constantly argue over who Spider likes best, especially Kiri and Lo'ak. "That's my best friend" "NO, that's my best friend." "I knew him first." "Well, that's not fair you were born first. I've known him my whole life." Then dark horses Tuk and Neteyam come in like "You'd be surprised to learn spider actually likes me best." For a while after Tuk was born the competition was HEAVILY in her favor and everyone was mad about it. Neteyam doesn’t participate unless he wants to annoy someone, but no one thinks he’s in the running as much as he actually is. Spider has no idea this competition exists and whoever tells him is instantly disqualified so he never will.

-This shit absolutely applies to Jake and Neytiri too if/when they officially adopt him. Which parent Spider likes best competition. Who can get him to call them mom/dad first wins. It’s absolutely RUTHLESS and everyone knows about it except Spider. I’m fairly certain Jake and Neytiri’s love language is borderline unhealthy competition. Bets are made, sabotage is attempted, Tonowari definitely tries to help his bestie Jake and whatever plan they come up with is dumb as hell, I don’t know what it is but it’s stupid. Ultimately, Neytiri wins. Jake is not sad about it actually.

-Tuk is every parents worst nightmare. Her siblings are so much older than her, she has been desensitized to everything. When Lo’ak and Kiri were Tuk’s age they were fighting over a toy, but Tuk is pretty sure she’s ready for an Ikran. She is the ringleader of all her friendgroups and she can manipulate anyone into anything. She was the youngest to do everything in her family just to keep up with her siblings, and that means she knows so much more than all her friends her age. She taught them all the swear words they know, and she definitely told every child in the clan how babies are made as soon as Lo’ak told her and they were ALL way too young to know.

-The entire clan is worried Jake and Neytiri will have another accident child. Only they were surprised by Tuk, no one else was.

-Neteyam confides in Spider in a way he can’t with his siblings. Not only are they the oldest, but I think he isn’t afraid to not be perfect in front of Spider (This is why Neteyam is Spider’s favorite jkjk). I think they have a lot of chill talks up on the mountains, or they go flying and Neteyam’s just like “What if I fail at the hunt tomorrow?” or some shit and Spiders like “Well, it would be about time, and then you would just try again.”

-Spider is Mo’at’s least problematic grandchild, and the one that annoys her the least consistently. Kiri is still her fav tho. There is no Mo’at’s fav competition because everyone knows Kiri would win, but sometimes Lo’ak says he’s her fav because their names are similar and then everyone calls him stupid.

-Speaking of Mo’at, I’m pretty sure her and Jake get drunk together at least once a month. I don’t know what they talk about but GOD I want to. Only Norm has ever been invited and that was like one time and it’s because he and Mo’at are secret besties.

-Spider gives the best advice ever, because of being the only human child on Pandora he has empathy for everyone. He’s the best person to go to if you did something wrong because he’s for sure done something worse. Unfortunately he is incapable of taking any advice himself, and he is def suicidal a lil. You cannot convince me that kid doesn’t wake up every day wanting to die a little bit.

-For a solid half a year certified dumbasses Lo’ak and Jake were pretty sure Rotxo was some sort of spirit from Eywa because they never met his parents and never saw him go home and he was always somehow around. They shared this theory with no one but each other, which is good because it’s dumb.

-I think once adopted, Spider is a mama’s boy. He craves physical attention and he has been raised essentially Na’vi in a way that Jake hasn’t. I think he would connect with Neytiri’s parenting style more, I think they’d do a lot of weird shit together that the other kids would rather die than help with, like cooking or mending shit. I think Spider would be literally delighted to help with boring household chores with his mother and that’s so mamas boy of him. He’s a “mother, do you need help with dinner, can I do the dishes so you can sit down?” kid while all the rest of them are gagging and calling him a suck up in the background.

-It comes to a head when he tries to help make lunch instead of going surfing with Lo’ak, Kiri, and Ao’nung, and they have to have an intervention. It’s very serious, everyone was there, Tsireya, Ao’nung, Rotxo obviously came because I’m convinced he doesn’t actually have a home. They treat Spider like a five year old going to his first day of preschool.

-Spider and Neytiri also both have experienced such immense loss, and it shaped them both so much at such a young age. I think the way they would talk about it would be similar, and it would be a connection discovered that wouldn’t be vocally acknowledged often but they would both have that. It’s a mutual understanding that the others can’t get as much that helps them get past any animosity and fear. It takes them longer to get to casual conversation actually.

-If Spider ever got an Avatar Mo’at would make them put off the full transfer until he was older 50% because of his safety and 90% because he’s forced to spend time with her every night when he goes back to his human body no matter where they are. She is vocally grumbling always about how her family never visits. He does not pretend to hate it.

-It started out because Spider wasn’t taking care of his human body well enough, for sure. He’s Jake coded. Mo’at was on Feed New Grandson For Daughter duty. But now it evolved and he’s popping out of the link after a long day of Spearfishing with the Boys (I believe this is Tonowari and Jake’s fav father/son + Rotxo bonding activity) and Mo’at is there with Norm and Spider’s dinner like “you will not believe what this idiot warrior did” and Norms like “Do tell” and Spider has his second dinner with the HOTTEST TEA in the Omaticaya camp that Norm and Mo’at can spill. And one time he’s like “Lo’ak fell off a tree today because he’s too used to the water now” and then when Lo’ak finds out about that he pushes Spider out of a tree (from a safe height).

-(He has to recount this tea the next morning to Jake, this is what he and Mo’at did when drinking, he pretends he wants to be up on current affairs in his former tribe but Jake Sully is a gossip whore and he isn’t hiding it well).

-No one else is interested in this but Lo’ak. He cares so much. It’s Spider spilling the hottest tea with so much disinterest (he only cares because it’s Mo’at and Norm) and Lo’ak and Jake like gasping and then pretending they didn’t.

-Obviously Kiri and Spider’s bond is insane and unbreakable but I think one time he stepped on a bug and she didn’t speak to him for the entire day. He probably has nightmares about that day. But also Lo’ak did the same thing once and she didn’t talk to him for a week so.

-I like to think the rest of the Omaticaya do love Spider cause he’s just that weird little guy that’s always like crouched on the rocks and in the trees and shit. I think he and the Sully’s do have other friends and do spend time with others, but Spider, Kiri, Lo’ak, and then later Tuk, all spend literally every waking moment together because they all can’t escape that little feeling that they don’t quite fit in.

-Tuk doesn’t feel this way she just wants to be there. Neteyam totally feels this way he just feels like he has to be responsible.

-Neteyam also spent every waking moment with them until he had Adult Business to attend to, like learning to be in charge. Now he just spends all his free time with them. His friends are probably like “Why do you want to spend all your time with your little siblings?” and he has Vietnam flashbacks to the 17 things that Lo’ak and Spider did that almost got them killed that week alone (but also he loves being with them all).

-When the Sully’s leave Mo’at is really sad but Norm visits her annoyingly for weird advice that he doesn’t actually need every day and she pretends to hate it but doesn’t because they are secret buddies.

-Idk if this even happens to Na’vi but Neteyam’s human dna finds a way and he goes prematurely grey for sure. Kids so stressed it’s a miracle he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest.

-Tonowari and Ronal literally don’t know where Rotxo comes from half the time. He’s just always there. One time when Ao’nung was a baby Tonowari turned around for like 15 seconds to stoke the fire and then there were two babies, Ao’nung and Rotxo, on the mat.

-Lo’ak doesn’t think things through. Spider has no self preservation skills. There is a difference. So when Lo’ak suggests a dumb thing Spider will probably do it first cause he has recognized and acknowledged the risks, he just doesn’t care, whereas Lo’ak hasn’t realized yet. So he’ll test it out for Lo’ak first. The amount of dumb shit Lo’ak did went way up when Spider was captured because his human test dummy wasn’t there.

-Once with the Metkayina, Spider and Lo’ak have found a kindred dumbass in Ao’nung (+ Rotxo). He’s never thought a single decision through in his entire life (neither has Rotxo, he’s just here to vibe). They are menaces.

-Unfortunately for everyone, Jake and Tonowari created them from their own very loins, and they too, are dumbasses. If the RDA ever leave them alone the amount of bad decisions the five of them (and Rotxo) will get up to will be astronomical. There’s at least one incident that gets Jake and Tonowari exiled from their respective marui for the night and they have an Adult Men sleepover on the beach that is like the most fun either of them ever had, but they pretend it was no fun at all when they come back.

-After that Tonowari replaces Mo’at as Jake’s monthly drinking/gossip buddy. Tonowari has never met most of the Omaticayans, but he could ruin lives with some of the info he has.

-This one might be out of left field, but I think every single Sully child has had a crush to varying degrees on Spider at some point. I think Spider has never even remotely fathomed that anyone on planet Pandora has ever or will ever like him, and if anyone ever did he might just die of shock. He thinks he’s dying a virgin, probably at a young age.

-Ronal and Neytiri go on pretending to hate each other long after they became friends just for fun. No one figured it out until Neytiri was the first choice babysitter for Ronal and Tonowari’s new baby for like the tenth time.

-If Spider ever beats anyone at anything he believes they let him win and literally nothing can change his mind. He’s convinced baby Tuk let him win in a foot race one time, and that Lo’ak fell out of a tree on purpose to let him win a climbing race. The most criminal one is his claim that Ao’nung got a hole in his net intentionally so all his fish escaped and Spider had more. The joke is that no one other than Neteyam or Tsireya would ever let him win.

-The amount of times a Sully child accidentally dislocated Spider’s arm trying to pull him somewhere is way higher than anyone wants to admit, but Spider can now relocate his arm on his own like a pro. His pain tolerance is way higher than anyone’s should be. Kid just braces that shit against a tree and pops it back in and everyone is horrified every time. The first time it happened in front of the Metkayina kids Ao’nung threw up and then Lo’ak laughed until he cried. Spider shouldn’t use that arm for at least the rest of the day but he used it to shove Lo’ak for Ao’nung.

-Spider loves babies, will stop, drop everything to watch any baby, because he knows how much Na’vi treasure children and he never feels more important then when he gets to watch a little kid because he was trusted to keep the kid safe.

-Lo’ak and Spider are equally matched at sparring because Spider knows where Lo’ak is ticklish.

-One time Kiri and Lo’ak had a sleepover with Spider at the lab. Norm pretended to hate it but then let them sleep in the room with Grace’s tank and also made them cookies. It was the best night of Spider’s life. Tuk was too little to go and threw the most massive fit ever about it so Neteyam stayed back to keep her company and he was Very Mature and Not At All Jealous about it.

-They brought him back a cookie, and then everyone was tired all day because literally no one slept except for Tuk. They all took a nap halfway through the day all in a little puppy pile and that was the real sleepover.

-Post sleepover, the amount of printed out images of human Jake Sully from video logs with like dumb things drawn on him that have made their way around camp is insane. Norm made the kids draw mustaches on him for sure. Jake can’t take a single solitary step without there being a picture of him with a dick for a nose on a tent pole. He was probably stressed about something and this was Lo’ak’s brilliant Cheer Up Dad plan. It was the worst plan ever, but for some unknown reason it worked, and Jake keeps cackling at them like a crazy person when he sees them. Retaliatory Norm pics are in the works, Jake got all the kids in on it this time. Tuk is really good at drawing pa’li shit on Norm’s head.

-Neteyam knows everything about everyone so when he gets in on teasing and jokes his are fucking crazy accurate and targeted, you’ll never recover. Tuk has picked this up from him and she has that little kid talent to destroy you.

-Every single time someone goes somewhere Spider says some shit like “I hope I see you again!” and everyone knows it’s not a joke and no one finds it funny but he can’t stop doing it.

-The pact that was born between Ao’nung and Lo’ak to impress their respective love interests is the Fight Club of all pacts, either would kill the other to keep it quiet and not feel even a little bad about it. Lo’ak teaches Ao’nung to climb trees to impress Neteyam and Ao’nung teaches Lo’ak to surf to impress Tsireya. Ao’nung eats shit so hard that Lo’ak almost literally dies laughing but then Ao’nung doesn’t warn him about rip currents so he can rescue Lo’ak in front of Neteyam like he’s in Baywatch, coming out of the water all dramatically and with a lil hair flip and then presenting him with his half murdered little brother like a gift.

-The Sully children have been divvying up who gets what of Jake’s stuff when he dies since Tuk was like four. Obviously, they will be devastated, but it’ll be a little less sad when Kiri gets Jake’s coolest knife and not Lo’ak, or Tuk gets his best arm band before Neteyam can call dibs even tho it won’t fit her. It was a lot funnier before the RDA came back.

-No one has ever dared to do this to Neytiri’s stuff.

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frogs-in3-hills · 11 months

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decided to make my younger self happy and doodle one of my oldest d&d characters, Mayis :)

[Image ID: A digital portrait sketch with basic coloring. It shows a Tiefling woman with lavender skin and ram like horns that sprout from her forehead and curl around the sides of her head. The tips of her horns are adored with sharp metal caps. She has yellow sclera and pale yellow irises, making her eyes look like they’re glowing. Her reddish, dark brown hair is pulled into a low bun with a braid wrapped around it, with two wisps of jaw length hair escaping and framing her face. She smiles, turned away from the viewer in three quarters view. She wears a pink capelet, white blouse, and dark, dusty pink leather armor that’s styled like a corset. Her blouse has a window in the front to show her cleavage. There are faint hints of a beard on her jaw. End ID.]

#she’s a lore bard with a dip in rogue!#oc: mayis valpunith #silly sully art #d&d character #oc art #uegh i think one of her horns was crooked but i forgot to add it >_> she grew up on a pirate ship #she plays a lap harp and is very silly #anyways. not me desperately trying to come up with ocs because i want to do artfight this year #described

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shu-box-puns · 1 year

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Hello there mate!

Hope you're doing good and I'm here to say I ADORE you're Dad!Tsu'tey works and they bring me my daily dose of serotonin.

But also, since I've read (and reread) the "Grumpy dad and his feral son" work I've been having some thoughts. Like, what if Tsu'Tey was just a second too late and they managed to take Spider away? How would he react (I mean obviously he would hunt the shit out of them down) ? When would he and Spider reunite again? In the forest while he was with the recoms? In the battle of the Sea Dragon? I mean he would most def come to his rescue if the letter is the case to come and get him (+ to aid the Sullies), but then I also wonder what would happen. Would the whole Neytiri holding him hostige infront of Quaritch so he would release Kiri thing happen? How would he react to that? Or what if he got shot instead on Neteyam (not dying tho cos I want both my faves to live a happy life) ? I bet Tsu'Tey would be fucking terrified cos it woul remind him of how he got shot and almost died.

Anywho I'm sorry for the long line of questions and suggestions I left but when my brain finds something to hyperfixate on it will not stop coming up with questions and possible scenarios for the said thing 😅

I love the way your brain thinks Anon. (The fact I literally had most of these scenarios either thought out or planned :D) This got long. All the questions just gave me so many ideas and I RAN with it. Enjoy the memes and I hope there's no obvious spelling mistakes.

>_<

If Tsu'tey were too late to grab Spider before Quaritch got to him:

I could definitely see him tearing off after the recoms. Maybe he springs from the bushes too late, and Quaritch has already hoisted the boy up over his shoulder. Naturally, Tsu'tey still tries to attack him with his bow, but Lyle opens fire too fast and he old instinct has him retreating. Man definitely has some PTSD from getting shot during the war, and although mentally he still wants Spider back, his body goes on auto-pilot and throws him out of the line of fire. Lyle keeps shooting in his direction as the recoms retreat, but Tsu'tey isn't gonna let something as silly as instinct keep him down for long.

That's his boy, they'll have to kill him to keep him from getting him back. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly where his brain went and literally had to throw himself at this man so he didn't end up getting himself shot (again). Jake likes Spider well enough, but he thinks regrouping is a better course of action than charging in guns blazing - shocker, he's actually matured since having his kids.

Tsu'tey definitely fights with all he has against Jake, cursing at him and trying to wrestle himself free. He can't focus on anything but the distant roar of the enemy ship as it soars in close to the canopy. He can see the lights, and through the trees, the vague outlines of the recoms strapping themselves in. Lo'ak definitely has to wrestle the hunter's knife out of its sheath before he remembers it is there. But no one can save Jake from Tsu'tey biting the shit out of him. Man does not give a shit at this point.

When he gets free. (Of course it's a when not an if.) The airship is already long gone. A distant hum in the distance, even to his superior hearing. The pure, unbridled rage on this man's face is terrifying. Instead of explosive, loud anger, he's cold, almost unnervingly calm. A whole new level of terrifying.

Jake is definitely too scared to try and coax him out of the clearing and instead focuses on reassuring his children. Neytiri has to approach him, she's known him the longest afterall. Had stuck with him through the loss of Sylwanin, the fall of HomeTree, the war, she knows how best to handle him when he is like this. That doesn't mean her words are effective however. Tsu'tey needs a moment of stillness to collect his thoughts and recollect himself after the adrenaline burst, but Neytiri is already grabbing him roughly by the bicep and trying and drag him to his ikran.

He's still seething. Barely seeing straight. Half baked plans of him attacking the demon airship before it could get to Bridgehead were sounding more tempting by the moment.

Somehow Neytiri drags him out of the clearing and into the branches of the trees. Hauling his weary body to safer ground. But in his musing, Tsu'tey recalls the figure of Neytiri in the trees when Spider fell. He remembers seeing her dragging Kiri away with half a nod of acknowledgement sent Tsu'tey's way. It sends a fresh wave of rage crashing over him.

"You left him." He suddenly snarled, ripping his arm from her and pointing an accusatory finger at her. "He was right there, and you abandoned him!"

Neytiri's ears droop and she doesn't deny it. She doesn't back down either. "My priority was Kiri. I assumed you could handle it." She doesn't apologise for her actions or inaction. Just holds his gaze and holds her ground. Her expression neutral.

Tsu'tey knew she'd never taken much of a liking to Spider, despite her relationship with Jake and his heritage. Despite Tsu'tey unofficial adoption of the boy. There had always been a sense of hostility between the two. With Neytiri acting colder to Spider and the boy refusing to call her out on it. Tsu'tey had never thought to address it or try and help them mend that gap, now look at them.

And that's the real kick to the teeth. Not that Neytiri didn't care enough to be sorry that it was his kid taken instead of her own. It was the truth in her words that had his anger faltering. He should've been able to handle it. Spider was his son. And he let him slip through his fingers. He should've fought harder, dirtier. Should have resorted to teeth and nails if he had to.

So what if he got shot? If he'd angled it right, he would've had enough time to get Spider to safety.

If it had been Neteyam or Lo'ak in Quartich's hold, Jake would've torn himself apart to ensure their safety. Neytiri would've fallen into a blind rage to keep her children safe. Would have used every resource at her disposal to protect her own. She would have stared death in the face and kept snarling. And what had Tsu'tey done? Allowed a past experience to still his movements. To make him hesitate, and now he might have to pay the price for the rest of his life.

His retort dies on his tongue as his heart clenches painfully. But Tsu'tey had never been one to give up easily. He kept a tight hold on his anger, allowed it to guide him as he shoved past Neytiri and called for his ikran. His face was set in his trademark scowl, but there was a predatory fluidity to him that only came out during the war. When what he loved was threatened.

As his ikran lands beside him and he makes the bond, Lo'ak sidles up to his side, offering him back his knife. There is a familiar fire burning in the depths of the boy's eyes. A desire for vengance, and a sea of guilt and pain. Tsu'tey allows his face to soften for a heartbeat, he bends over the side of his ikran and squeezes Lo'ak's shoulder tight. "I will get him back." He promises.

Lo'ak chews on his lower lip, his eyes flickering to Tsu'tey and holding his burning gaze. He must see Tsu'tey's determination, his drive, his stubbornness, because he cracks a small smile and nods.

The family prepares to return to High Camp. Jake warning Tsu'tey that any attempts to go after Spider now was a suicide mission. He didn't argue, but neither did Tsu'tey agree. He also chose to ignore Neytiri handing Tuk off to him. Just kept his gaze ahead, and his hand loosely wrapped around the little girl's stomach so she was secure in the saddle in front of him.

If they reunited in the forest:

Lets say by chance Tsu'tey gets word of the Demon ship in clan territory again, or he's just riding around the forest on a pa'li because it helps him clear his mind.

He hasn't slept since Spider was taken. He's worried for his boy and severely regretting not letting him know what he meant to him before this shit show got so out of hand. In typical Tsu'tey fashion, he's been spending his time gathering Spider's belongings for when he returns.

Norm had already handed over most of the boy’s prized possessions when Tsu’tey asked for them from his bedroom in the compound. He’d packed everything away neatly in preparation to wherever Jake was planning to flee, so his son would have what he needed the minute he was retrieved. Spare exo pack, rechargeable batteries, etc.

He's in his head so deep, that he takes a double take when he spots Spider through the trees. His pa'li makes an abrupt stop, the large animal mirroring Tsu'tey's shock as he stares wide eyed at the image of his boy stood on a log, above a group of recoms. Even from a distance he can see the bruises. He can see the tense set of his shoulders, his swift glances to the forest, despite pretending to be at ease.

Tsu'tey's shock melts into a scowl as his bow groans under the tightening on his hands. He steels himself with a long, deep inhale, mentally calculating the space within the small clearing. The sight of the guns on the recoms have his heart pounding, and his scars tingling with phantom pain. He knows deep down that his bow will be useless in a one on six fight. His only advantage is surprise, and he only gets one chance.

Tsu'tey's mind is made up before he takes his next breath. He knows he needs to try. Even if it ends with a bullet between his shoulders and his pa'li throwing him off from the pain, he needs to die trying. Whether it kills him or not, he needs to return Spider to the clan, where he will be safe. Where Jake and Neytiri can take him to a fresh start, a safer alternative to the clan at war.

The recoms are distracted. Only one wearing sunglasses is actually taking stock of his surroundings. Spider is talking, commanding most of the group's attention.

Sucking in a deep breath, Tsu'tey lets out a sharp call that could easily be mistaken for some distant herd animal. None of the recoms react but he sees Spider visibly stiffens. Tsu’tey grins despite himself and readies his mount.

He notches an arrow into his bow and urges his pa'li forward. He erupts from the undergrowth with a war cry, and skewers the closest unsuspecting recom. It scatters the group like startled yerik, who immediately scramble for their guns.

"TSU'TEY!" Spider yells, sounding shocked and elated to see him. The hunter spares only a moment killing a second recom before he's charging for that log. His pa'li races past faster than the enemy can load their weapons, and it gives Tsu'tey large enough of an opening to lean down and grab Spider's by his extended hands. The child immediately latches onto him, grabbing whatever he can as Tsu'tey swings him up into the saddle in front of him and together they disappear off into the undergrowth.

Shots were fired at their back but no one got hit, much to Tsu'tey's relief. But the adrenaline rush isn't over because Spider turns around and yells in a rush about a tracker in his mask.

Not to worry though, because Tsu'tey is very up to date on all the old compound location. Even as his triumph sours, he takes confidence in the distant yells of the recoms and the light pressure of Spider at his front. He snarls softly to himself as he makes his pa'li change course.

Yes they get the masks switched out without issue and toss the bugged one into a fast moving river to send Quaritch on a wild goose chase and buy the Sully's more time to run.

Side note: In this possibility, Tsu'tey was definitely convinced Spider wasn't safe enough with him and he had to go with the Sully's to the Metkayina clan. And Tsu'tey was NOT planning to go with him. HAVE ANGST!!

If they reunited on the Sea Dragon:

In this scenario, Tsu'tey ends up visiting the Sullys when the Sea Dragon turns up. He just wanted to check up on his friends and see if they've heard anything about Spider, and the next thing he knows, he's got nieces and nephews to save, and a score to settle.

Tsu'tey is definitely going straight for the ship.

It's during the stand-off where the Colonel has his gun to Lo'ak's temple and Jake isn't telling anyone over the comms what is happening - preparing to hand himself over like the idiot he is. Tsu'tey was circling above the clouds on his ikran with Neytiri, carefully listening to his ear piece as he tries to decipher what is going on. The minute he catches sight of Spider being escorted back into the ship, all rational thought leaves this man's head. Of course he has enough sense to remain undetected - he's not stupid - but he's also not on board with Jake's self-sacrificing bullshit. In Tsu'tey's books, failure is not an option this time around. He is getting Spider back if it kills him.

Tsu'tey and Payakan being on the same wavelength.

The tulkun YEETING himself onto the ship's deck and giving Tsu'tey big enough of an opening to land his ikran and send the beast back up into the sky undetected. He makes brief eye contact with Neteyam who's circling the shallows around the belly of the ship, getting ready to leap up and help out his siblings.

The oldest Sully boy points to the kids tied to the railing, Tsu'tey nods. He motions behind him, where the RDA sailors took Spider and Neteyam nods his understanding.

On the horizon, the Metkayina clan are inbound. Tearing through the waves and heading straight for the ship.

Tsu'tey decides that they've got this covered and finds the nearest doorway that will lead him into the belly of the metal ship. He's too tall for the corridors and either has to knuckle crawl or walk at a constant stoop. His bow is a pain to hold loaded in the tight space, so he opts solely for his knife.

He navigates the ship blindly. His ears pricked for Spider's voice, but otherwise killing anyone he comes across and moving swiftly. He knows the destruction caused by Payakan would've damaged something valuable and he needs to move fast.

I love the idea of Tsu'tey stumbling across the control room in time to find Spider steering the ship towards the rocks and then brutally killing the controls with a fire extinguisher. (Boy was eyeing that lever heavily whenever he was in the same room as it). Just Tsu'tey letting out a half formed growl as the crewmates try to tear Spider away and fix the lever, but his oncoming attack getting put on hold as the enormous ship speeds for the rocks and promptly takes off.

The minute that bitch lands back in the water, you can bet Tsu'tey is the first on his feet. He erupts into the room with a sound so unnerving that the crew forget that they are armed. It's an unfair fight. And despite the tight quarters and being outnumbered, Tsu'tey wipes the floor with everyone.

They find Spider an exopack and get the fuck off the sinking ship to meet back up with the Sullys out on the rock.

Just the crew out cold or dead at his feet, and Tsu'tey closing the distance between himself and Spider. He drops into a crouch, all hard scowl and sharp eyes, and gently tucks Spider's dread behind his ear. "Are you unharmed?"

Spider nods, dumbfounded and thrown off by the raw concern in Tsu'tey's voice. Tsu'tey grumbles. He can see spots of blood all over Spider, small grazes and nicks that shouldn't be there. His stripes are faded and his hair needs a retwist. But he's alive, and Tsu'tey isn't going to let anything else happen to him.

Bonus:

The standoff:

I feel like throwing Tsu'tey into the mix would throw so many scenes off course with his sheer presence that the stand off between Neytiri and Quaritch where they're holding the kids hostage wouldn't happen. There would be too many variables changing for it to occur the same way, but lets pretend it does.

(Neteyam is alive btw, just resting on his rock with Tsireya kindly mixing him up a poultice she learned from her Tsahik training. Lyle didn't kill him, but Neteyam definitely had to protect Lo'ak's dumbass in some way. That child is accident prone.)

Anyway, we've got Quaritch holding Kiri hostage. Jake is trying to keep Tuk out of harm's way. No one knows where the fuck Lo'ak is, but he's slippery enough to get himself out of anything. And then we've got Neytiri making a last ditch effort to protect her daughter by threatening to take away the last thing Quaritch loves; Spider.

In the background, we've got Tsu'tey. Breathing hard, slightly wounded from throwing himself around on a ship with broken equipment and guns getting fired at him from all directions.

Raised voices draw his attention. He's standing on the walkway overlooking the deck where the standoff is occurring. He spots Spider first, under Neytiri's blade, begging for Kiri's life instead of his own. Anger like he's never felt before curls hard in his stomach. The betrayal is worse than when Jake and Neytiri first mated. It was one thing to let his son get captured, it was another to murder him right in front of Tsu'tey.

Kiri's voice stops Tsu'tey from doing anything stupid in his blind rage. Every molecule of his body screams to defend his child, but common sense makes him take in the situation.

His head snaps to Quaritch holding Kiri hostage. To Jake within arms reach, but preoccupied with Tuk. To the knife drawing blood at Kiri's neck.

Tsu'tey also takes note of the clear shot he has from his vantage point. There is no conflict within him as he notches his bow. No concern for Spider's reaction, or the conflicted feelings he might have towards his birth father. Tsu'tey's mind is clear. His hands are steady. And his mind is made up.

He takes the shot, and nail's the recom through his right eye. The arrow - fired with all the strength he could muster - goes straight through bone and wedges in up to two thirds of its shaft.

Quaritch sways for a heartbeat, his knife clattering to the metal deck as Kiri tears away from him and throws herself at Jake. Then he collapses with a painful thump. Limps sprawling and his head lolling.

Slowly, Tsu'tey lowers his bow, his gaze narrowed and his tail whipping behind him. He catches Neytiri's eyes as the huntress and her family follow the direction the arrow had come from.

"Unhand. My. Son." Tsu'tey snarls, his voice ringing out over the soft crash of the waves and the pop of fire. His gaze is venomous, fingers twitching for another arrow if Neytiri doesn't back down. There's still a crazed edge to her gaze, a look Tsu'tey is sure he shares. He hasn't felt this shaken since Spider was taken.

Neytiri nods once. An acknowledgment. And lets Spider go.

His son stumbles away, furiously scrambling to put distance between himself and Neytiri. Kiri was quick to soothe him, check him for injuries as Jake carefully approached Neytiri to take the knife off of her.

Tsu'tey leaps down from the upper level. He can't be bothered to find the stairs and the height is nothing compared to what he has to deal with back in the forest. He keeps an eye on Neytiri, but knows that Jake has her now. Ears pricked in case of further enemies, Tsu'tey spares a few moments to kick Quaritch's corpse and make sure he fired a killing shot. The last thing he needed was to grow comfortable again and then in fifteen years have to deal with this bullshit all over again.

"Dad?" The quiet utterance has panic straightening his spine. It's not one of his nieces asking for Jake's attention. It's Spider's voice. Quiet and shaky and so vulnerable that Tsu'tey just wants to wrap himself up in his arms.

Instead, all he can think about is Quaritch's body at his feet. Tsu'tey's arrow protruding from his eye socket. His blood pooling at his feet.

Then it hits him all at once. Spider's birth dad is dead at his feet, and Tsu'tey put him there. Tsu'tey killed him. He didn't even ask. Spider spent months with this man - against his will - but not everything is black and white. They might have come to some understanding. He might of grown to know him outside of his video logs and the fleeting stories he overheard from the Omaticaya. Spider may have gotten to know Quaritch without the biased lense of hate everyone else talks about him with. And Tsu'tey murdered him. What's worse, he felt triumphant doing it.

Tsu'tey can feel his hands shaking, regardless of how tightly he grasped his bow. His ears were flat against his skull, his tail tucked in close to his legs. He prays he just looks like he's reflecting, in contrast to being crushed by the weight of his actions. And he keeps staring at Quaritch's corpse. The arrow. The blood.

"Dad?" Spider says again. A little louder. More confident. And it kills Tsu'tey as he cringes, eyes squeezing shut against the guilt.

A brush of a hand to his wrist. His eyes snap open, and there's Spider. Gazing up at him with wide, tearful eyes. His mask is slightly cracked and he's bleeding from his chest where Neytiri caught him with her blade. But there is no hatred in his expression. Only relief and exhaustion.

"Dad, are you okay?" Spider asks him, and he looks at Tsu'tey as he says it.

The realisation hits him like a sturmbeest stampede. That Spider was calling him Dad, not the corpse at his feet.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Tsu'tey pulls himself together. "I am." He reassures his son as he drops into a crouch. It is evident from Spider's expression that he doesn't believe him, but the boy doesn't push.

Instead, he throws his arms around Tsu'tey's neck and burries his face under his chin. Tsu'tey chuckles wetly, his arms wrapping around Spider and dragging him close. It soothes every raw instinct in him to finally have his boy back in his arms. Tired and injured, but safe.

Around him, he can hear the Sully family beginning to wade into the surf, so Tsu'tey tucks his arms under Spider's thighs and hoists him up onto his hip, like he used to when his son was still a toddler. Despite his age now, he's still the perfect size for Tsu'tey to carry unhindered out of the shipwreck.

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tiajk · 1 year

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So @missroro wanted someone to write where she’s Jake sister and mated with tsu’tey and is the fun aunt so here it is

It’s just gonna be some Headcannons some drabness here and there

And I’ll make a part 2 to this we’re u track the kids how to surf

You went on the mission with Jake obviously but you were already a scientist Jake was just replacing your dead brother therefore you both have avatars now

Why did they need 2 sullys that was unanswered

You haven’t spoke to Jake for years so it was lowkey kinda awkward

Norm worked with you so he was familiar with you while in your training but Jake he was gonna take done getting used to

Now even though u and Jake weren’t as close as you used to ur didn’t matter he was still over protective over you

When u guys got off the ship and you waited for him as u were walking off someone catcalled at you (u can make up a person if u want) Jake do a whole 360 and was about to kick some ass then you grabbed his wheel chair and pushed him through the building saying “no Jake not today not today”

While he was getting the military introduction you were setting up in the lab taking a look at your avatar then looking at your brothers you missed tommy but atleast jake was here

OKAY IM DONE BUILDING THE PLOT

so when ur in your avatar and jake get chased by a thanthor (I think that’s what there called correct me if I’m wrong) you go after him you still cared about your brother

While he tried to kill the many animals you stopped him by saying “this isn’t the marines Jake were in a different planet and were not superior here okay?”

Then neytiri came in at saved y’all’s asses and went to the village when tsu’tey and some other hunter of the clan came you couldn’t help but stare he was very attractive

When you were in the home tree there were all less rough with you like they were Jake

And instead of neytiri teaching you there was it was tsu’tey you grew close to him fond of him and even loved him

Now of course Jake knew he was your brother so he teased you about it every single day and you swear your goona cut his eyes out but you teased him abt neytiri

Tsu’tey took you somewhere the night u became one of them he knew it was wrong he as supposed to marry neytiri but his heart tugged at you and he took you to a different way they see ewya and mated with you

Okay now the war you all fought hard and long you tried to save tsu’tey but he told you “ewya has called me home my love she will one day too” and he died

Now Jake was your rock your armor so you cried to him for days weeks until u felt mood swings, throwing up on hunts with neytiri then she took you to her mother “you are with child both of you” you and neytiri looked at each other crazy but started laughing

You gave birth a few weeks after neytiri but it wasn’t one baby after you thought u we’re done the pain came right back and it was another child a boy and a girl

So you raised your children along with jakes you were silly fun and other things

When you all had to leave your children had always been curious people so they were excited to meet new people and new ways

But it didn’t go as planned Ronal grabbed you sons tail and you snarled at her Jake grabbed your shoulder as a way of saying STFU

But as Jake was hard in his children you were always there for your children and his they came and cried to you if he was being to harsh or too cold you told them don’t worry about it and once they slept you would find your brother

Your brother been afraid of you since your were kids and he still is even if he is tutok mato so you told him off enough to wake up the camp his wife heard nodding at your words and Jake just sat there silent bc he knew you would fucking kill him if he talked back

But you would all have play date and take the children to be children besides Jake treating them like soldiers

When Neteyam got shot you saved him just in time sending Lo’ak to get things from the sea that could help him

Jake never let you forget that he cherishes you and thanks ewya for you every single day because not only did you save his child you saved him

#Jake sully x sister reader #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #tsu’tey #tsu’tey x reader

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nattikay · 6 months

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me: yeah I know making OC babies for my ship is a bit niche in fandoms and some even consider it cringe, and yeah I know it probably wouldn't happen in canon the way it happens in my head if at all so it's really just wishful thinking, but it makes me really happy and provides a safe outlet to explore my silly fluffy feelings, so I'm gonna do it anyways even though I know it's just projection :)

Avatar: the Way of Water / the Sully family: exists

me:

#iT'S CANON THIS TIME— like for real— i'm not just making it all up in my head—#this time the blorbos really DID get married and had kids and love each other and their babies so much and #their family means EVERYTHING to them and i just—#these blue dummies mean so much to me rn fr ;_;#avatar #avatar 2 #sully family

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vibrantbirdy · 1 year

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No Survivors: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Fic

Title: No Survivors Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to (almost) Allies; Hurt/Comfort; Romance if you squint Setting: Pre The Force Awakens Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: 3k Warnings: Detailed (probably inaccurate) descriptions of injury/aftermath of injury (non-fatal impalement); descriptions of (probably inaccurate) emergency/makeshift medical treatment; mild descriptions of death from a crashed ship; mild sexuality; mild/canon typical swearing

Summary: You are Resistance fighter who has been captured. You are in transit aboard a First Order transport destined for an Imperial prison on the swamp moon of Delka 6. When a violent electromagnetic storm brings down the ship, you appear to be the only survivor. That is until you come across Supreme Leader Snoke's primary warlord, Kylo Ren, amid the wreckage. The volatile Ren is injured and you have to decide whether you can put your reservations aside to help him in the aftermath of the crash.

You open your eyes and your vison is blurry. Your head pounds. As the world languishes into focus, you realise that you are staring up at the clear night's sky.

But something is wrong. The constellations look strange tonight. Where is Sheyn's bow? And why does Terrin's saber have several stars missing from its hilt?

Slowly, you realise you are not lying on the soft grass in the meadow by your family's farm. Your sister is not here beside you. You are not laughing as you star gaze together and make up silly names for your own constellations.

Pekka's left knee. Channa's wonky nose.

You are not at home on Bakura at all.

Instead, you are wet through and frozen to your bones. You are lying in a marshy puddle, and sharp, thick reeds are stabbing uncomfortably into your flesh. Your saturated clothes are plastered unpleasantly to your cold skin. With each inhale, the damp smell of rot and sodden earth fills your nostrils. A cloud of tiny insects swarm around your face and bite at your skin, feasting on your blood. Then, you notice that your ankle is throbbing dully. You sit up to examine it, cringing and shivering as filthy bog water drips from the tangled mess of your soaking wet hair and down your back.

Not broken. Good.

The fuzzy outline of your memories start to take shape. This must be Delka 6, your destination. You remember the storm already raging as the prison transport juddered through orbit and into the moon's atmosphere. The sky alight with white fire flashing violently through the slit of a window in your cell. You hear the shouts and cries of others, the unholy metal screeching cacophony of the ship as rips itself apart around you spiral down helplessly into the black abyss.

You must have been thrown clear of the wreckage.

The transport had been moderately sized, equipped for long journeys with living quarters and communal areas for the Troopers and cells for twenty prisoners. Only six of these were filled by the time you reached Delka 6.

You didn't know any of them, at least not to begin with. But stuck with nothing else to do in a miserable cell for days on end, you'd joined in sharing tales through the bars with the rest of them. Stories of your family and friends and life before the First Order when you thought you might one day complete your medical training and become a doctor.

Your heart breaks for the lives lost. God speed rebels. Brave men and women of the Resistance, fighting the good fight, just like you.

That is until a botched recon job on a backwater world in the Outer Rim lead the First Order right to you...

You spot a flash of brilliant white a few meters in front of you, shocking against the grim landscape. You realise it's the helmet of a Stormtrooper, broken and smashed and sullied by the thick mud. You're surprised to feel a twang of of unexpected sympathy for the Trooper and his fallen comrades.

As you stagger to your feet, you wander aimlessly for a time, feet sinking and sticking in the marsh. Amongst the debris you come across the bodies of more Stormtroopers and fellow prisoners alike.

Here and there, fuel fires still burn ferociously, eerie little funeral pyres in the dark water.

Suddenly, a drawn out howl of pain and rage echoes across the marsh. You spin around, trying to pinpoint the location of the cry and spot a torn-off section of the transport.

You wade through the bog. It's unpleasant, especially with your aching ankle which complains as you have to rip it free of cloying, stinking mud with every step.

As you reach the remnant of the the vessel, you have to duck and weave under sparking wires and clamber over and under pieces of jagged metal. When you finally make it inside, the interior is surprisingly intact - an officer's personal quarters - and it's an odd and surreal juxtaposition to the hellish wasteland outside.

A tall young man, about your own age is half sitting, half lying on his bed. He is barefoot, clothed in simple sleeping attire of three-quarter length black pants and a loose long sleeved shirt.

He has a full head of thick, shaggy raven hair which falls in waves around his long, interesting face. His prominent, aquiline nose sits well with his other features - deep set eyes, full lips and a sharp well-defined jawline.

Under normal circumstances you would have considered him to be handsome, but you recognise him immediately even without his fearsome mask.

Kylo Ren.

You've heard the stories. Ren is Supreme Leader Snoke's formidable dark apprentice. Powerful with the Force, an elemental warrior driven by a mixture of blistering internal rage and radical First Order doctrine.

It all makes sense now. The strange, tense atmosphere between the Stormtroopers on the ship. They'd been so uptight, hardly deigning even to making a passing jest at the expense of their prisoners. All because Ren had been on the transport. Kriff knows why he needed to visit a backwater swamp like Delka 6.

Ren is propped up at an uncomfortable angle as if he has been interrupted while rising from the bed. Oddly, he is framed by a variety of metal spikes, as if the bed has been designed to resemble some dark, otherworldly throne.

After a moment, you realise that these spikes are actually durasteel rods from the ship's internal frame work. They must have slammed through the wall of Ren's sleeping quarters on crash impact.

With a jolt of horror, you suddenly understand that one rod is jutting upwards through his back and out through his left shoulder.

Ren is panting with exertion, breathing hard through his teeth. His brow is ridged in a deep furrow of pain. Sweat is dripping from tendrils of black hair into wild, anguished eyes and down his neck.

Sensing your presence, he looks up at you. His face is unguarded and softened by distress. In this moment, he appears disarmingly like any other young man.

"Please," he says quietly.

His tone is low and firm, but it is filled with a humility you don't expect. Still, you hesitate in the doorway, saying nothing. Your resolve solidifies and you stare coldly at him, wondering at the Universe's poetic sense of justice.

Ren's face hardens. Any hint of vulnerability present in his expression vanishes in an instant. His eyes darken like storm clouds as he comprehends that you are not going to help him out of his well deserved predicament.

He turns his attention back to the rod embedded in his shoulder . He puffs out his cheeks and gives a long, juddering exhale through his lips before wrapping two large, shaking hands around the pole and wrenching upwards.

It budges, but marginally, the slight movement serving only to send a new wave of agony tearing through his body. Ren snarls in pain and slams his head back against the wall in frustration, eyes squeezed shut.

After a moment, he plants both palms flat against the mattress and draws his knees up towards his body, positioning his feet flat on the bed below his bottom.

Your stomach lurches as you realise that in his desperation, he is going to try and push his body up and off the rod.

Kriff knows what he'll do to himself if he tries that and gets it wrong.

"Don't!" You shout out before you can help yourself, moving towards him instinctively, palms outstretched.

Ren looks up, narrowing his eyes and squinting at you, clearly startled to realise that you're still there.

You curse your medical training for kicking in automatically, but you know you can't leave him like this. As much as you'd like to. As much as it would be a fitting punishment for Snoke's war dog.

But you've made your decision. You stride over to him and put a hand on his heaving chest.

"Stop moving."

You are surprised as he immediately does as he is told. You look down into his pain clouded eyes and are surprised to find that they are not the black, emotionless pits you'd expected. There is a golden, amber light behind them and you realise that he really is just a man.

Climbing up on to the bed, you straddle Ren as if you are lovers. You rest a knee either side of his hips, sinking into the soft mattress and bringing yourself to rest gently on his lower abdomen. You are careful, but you feel his whole body vibrating with pain beneath you.

He looks surprised, but you ignore it. With how Ren is positioned and the need to avoid the other sharp pieces of metal jutting out dangerously from the wall, this really is the best and easiest way to assess the damage. You have a direct view of the exit wound in front of you, and you can appraise the entry wound in his back by leaning over his shoulder, all with a low chance of impaling yourself in the process.

Still, you can't help but feel a flash of satisfaction as his uncertain face flushes when you move around on top of him.

The placement of the wound is not the problem. There will be no permanent damage and Ren is extremely lucky that the metal didn't pierce a lung, or his heart.

If he has a heart, you think sourly.

The real issue, you realise, is that the pole is stuck fast through the back of the durasteel wall, gripped tightly in molten, twisted metal. No wonder he couldn't move it. You'll have to cut it and he'll have to pull it out in quick succession.

Now you know what you're working with, you grab the front of Ren's shirt and tear it open, revealing a chiselled torso. You can't stop the heat that creeps up into your cheeks and despite the pain he must be in, the most irritating ghost of a smirk flickers across Ren's face.

Now it's your turn to feel uncomfortable.

You strip him to the waist, carefully working the fabric away from the areas where the foreign element is impaled in his body.

"Where's your laser sword?" you ask.

"What?"

Ren speaks the word so quietly, but there is a sinister, cold edge to it. Suddenly the energy in the room feels heavy and oppressive.

"We need to cut this or you're not getting out," your words tumble from your mouth and you are furious that you've allowed this sudden change in his demeanour to ruffle you.

You clear your throat and the next time you speak, you've regained some composure.

"I haven't come across any actual medical equipment in this hell hole, so your lightsaber will have to do."

His expression is full of suspicion, but you hold his gaze defiantly. After a moment, he appears to acquiesce that he has no real choice.

"By the door."

He lifts his chin in the direction of the twisted sheet of metal that had once been the door to his quarters, and you see the weapon hanging from a belt on a hook on the wall.

Carefully, you extract yourself from Ren, trying not to hurt him further. It's difficult as the soft mattress bends and shifts under you. He places a big hand on the curve of your waist to help guide you and you try to ignore the glance that passes between you.

You walk across the room and unclasp the weapon from it's belt. You examine it, fascinated. The black hilt is an odd shape, roughly made, with its wiring exposed. It is far from the elegant thing you've heard described in the old tales of the Jedi Order.

But then, Kylo Ren is no Jedi.

You take up some of Ren's torn shirt, rip a length off and coil it into a something for him to bite down on. He looks at you, weary and resigned, before he takes it and positions it into his mouth, pliantly.

You make sure he understands that when he comes to pull the metal out, he must do it all in one go and make sure he follows the exact angle of the rod's path through his body.

You get him to sit up slightly. A growl, low and long resonates in his throat as he gingerly props himself up. The gap he has manged to make between his upper back and the wall is small, but you should be able to cut through the pole quickly without catching him with the blade.

Ren grips the base of the rod as close to the exit wound as he can. He takes a couple of deep, heaving breaths, clenches his jaw, then nods.

You flick the activation switch on the lightsaber's emitter and the laser roars into life, crackling and sputtering. You are suddenly overcome with an ugly feeling of power as you wield this deadly weapon. And you suddenly understand how vulnerable Ren is right now. Paralysed and defenceless before you. You could end his life in a second right here and no one would be any the wiser.

You'd be a hero of the Resistance... And a murderer and a coward for striking down an unarmed, wounded man.

So you don't.

Instead, you use the spluttering, fiery blade to quickly cut through the durasteel pole which impales Ren to the wall. The metal gives way like butter under a knife.

Ren doesn't hesitate. In one swift movement, he rips the pole from his shoulder as soon as you sever it. He gives a roar of anguish which hitches in his throat somewhere, and throws it across the room where it lands in a corner with a metallic clang.

Finally free, he leaps up from the bed as if distance from the place of his injury might help quiet the white hot pain flaring through his body. He staggers wildly and you step back out of the way, realising for the first time the enormity of his height. He collapses in a heap on the ground with a thud then rolls onto all fours, spitting the cloth out of his mouth.

Ren lets his forehead come to rest against the cool metal of the durasteel floor. He is gasping in deep, shuddering lungfuls of air, nostrils flaring with each ragged breath. You get the distinct impression he's trying not to throw up. His dark hair cascades about his face. One hand is pressed flush against the wound in his shoulder, the other, supporting his body weight, is clenching open and shut against the floor, fingers clawing at the metal tiles.

"Thank you," he utters, finally.

He doesn't move, he doesn't even look at you, but you are taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. He means it.

"Don't thank me yet," you snip coolly, "that's bound to get infected. Bacta spray?"

Ren shakes his head, although in his exhaustion, he doesn't bother to lift it from its resting place against the floor. The tip of his long nose graces the metal tiles with the movement. Ren is bleeding freely down his back and rivulets of crimson are seeping through his fingers where he is pressing against his shoulder. Bright red drops spatter on the metal floor.

You need to do something soon.

The hilt of Ren's lightsaber is still in your hand and you reignite it. Ren's head snaps up and you realise you've made a dangerous mistake by arming the blade without consulting him first.

You've heard stories about how he can hurt people, throw them about like ragdolls with just with his mind.

"We need to cauterize the wound," you explain quickly, "I can't see another option right now."

You think you see a shadow of panic cross his face, but he quickly composes himself and he nods once in reluctant ascent. With great effort, he pushes himself up to his knees and sits back on his heels. With resigned, laboured movements, he reaches out and picks up the throng of twisted fabric, placing it back between his teeth.

You move behind him. His shoulders rise and fall rapidly as his heart rate quickens and adrenaline surges through his body. Just a touch should do it, you don't want to cause more damage.

Grimacing with concentration, lightsaber feeling clumsy and unwieldy in your hand, you press the searing blade lightly against the entry wound in his back.

Ren throws his head backwards, muscles tensing down his long neck. A muffled scream escapes through the material in his mouth, but he doesn't move. He is gripping his knees tightly and you notice his knuckles are white.

You crouch down in front of him and prepare to cauterize the exit wound. He locks his gaze on you, the unstable red beam of his weapon dancing like fire in his golden eyes. He reaches out grasps the emitter, large hands coming to rest upon yours, enveloping them. His touch is almost gentle.

It's a silent plea for a moment to brace himself. It's back again, you realise, that sliver of humanity in his expression.

He inhales deeply, readying himself, then lets go of you. Without wasting time, you press the blistering blade against his shoulder once more.

This time he makes little sound, save for a low keening in his throat as he grits his teeth against the twisted length of fabric in his mouth. He keeps his penetrating gaze fixed on your eyes. You don't look away.

After it's done, you give him a small nod of approval and allow the trace of a smile to form on your lips. He did well.

You both sit down on the bed again and you set to work, using the rest of his tattered shirt to fashion a sub-par bandage which wraps around his wounded shoulder and across his muscled back.

"You're a medic."

It's not really a question, but a statement.

"I was," you say sharply, "before the First Order turned the hospital I was training at into ashes."

Silence.

You finish your work on his injury.

"There, try not to move it too much."

Once you've finished, he rises and you notice in alarm the way he towers above you. He looks down with an odd, appraising look on his face, as if he is trying to make a decision.

"Come with me."

You don't see how you can argue. You both clamber outside and you recoil as the stench of rotting vegetation from the swamp hits your nostrils. Still, you welcome the cool air on your face after the heat of your exertions and the metallic smell of Ren's blood.

"A rescue vessel will arrive soon," Ren states.

You say nothing. Some rescue.

"There is a settlement ten klicks west of here," he muses, almost casually.

"I came to look in to reports of a Resistance faction operating on this moon," he continues, "But having had the opportunity to thoroughly investigate, I will be able to report back to the Supreme Leader that this is no more than mere rumour. For now."

Ren turns to you. There is a smirk on his face and a spark of humour in his eyes. It makes his expression boyish and almost charming.

There it is again, you think. That light in the darkness.

You can't bring yourself to thank him. The words refuse to leave your mouth. But you do allow yourself to give him a reluctant half-smile of your own in return and an inclination of gratitude with a bob of your head.

With that, you set off across the bog and into the unknowns of Delka 6.

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Kylo Ren watches as you limp westwards across the marsh. You disappeared into a cover of stunted trees and out of his sight.

Behind him, a Lambda shuttle descends. He holds the emitter of his lightsaber in one hand and his mask in the other, both salvaged from the wreckage.

Boarding the ship, Ren ignores the almost imperceptible turn of heads from the Stormtroopers who line the durasteel ramp as he traipses slowly up it bloody, filthy, shirtless and barefoot.

As he passes the Captain at the top of the ramp he utters two words in a flat, level monotone.

"No survivors."

#kylo ren x female reader #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren fanfiction #ben solo fanfiction #star wars x reader

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byunpum · 1 year

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The new member | Part 6 *Final*

Pair: Miles Quaritch x Human reader

tw: Kinda sad, miles being soft. Surpise in the end.

POV: Y/N is sent from Earth to Pandora to be part of a particular group of people…

p.s. This story is created after the ship altercation. Neteyam never dies, the sullys are able to run away, but spider decides to go with his "father" to the base. All recoms are still alive.

Note: I feel like I lost my direction in this story, but I think I was able to come up with a nice ending. I'm sorry it's rather short. I wanted to focus on the sequel to "experiment 56". But don't worry, I'll upload more of Quaritch's work.

3 months later…

"Why do I have to stay here?" you are lying on Quaritch's big bed as you stretch. The man is putting on his uniform.

"Honey, it will be a one day mission, I'll be back for the night" Quaritch moves to the edge of the bed, you get up to hug his waist. As you watch Quaritch put on his shirt. He looked so good, you plant a kiss on his stomach. You hear him chuckle a little, and he lowers his gaze a little to kiss you on the top of your hair.

Since the PPA had taken over from the RDA the missions were only routine, to verify that the use and management of the facilities that were around Pandora, and that it was not misusing, damaging more the ecosystem of the planet. This was not something Quaritch liked, but for you, he would do anything. He had a very strong crush on Y/N, he literally begged for you to pay attention to him, to spend time with him. He didn't know he was going to fall so hard for you, but he did.

"You'll be staying with Z-dog, doing guard duty in the areas you're assigned" Quaritch says, as he watches you dramatically throw yourself on the bed. "With Z-dog?" you groan a little. Your relationship with the woman had improved, but there was still a bit of friction. You weren't friends, but at least she stopped threatening you. She had to understand that your relationship with Quaritch was serious. You sit on the bed, and you see how Miles looks at you, he's quiet but his eyes look at you with such adoration. As if you were the engine of his life, shit… he had a massive crush on you. You watch as he crawls across the bed and reaches your face. He gives you a quick kiss and then another on your forehead. - "I promise you'll be fine…" says Quaritch, staying sniffing your scent. "I love you so much… Now and forever," Quaritch says. You snuggle more into his touch, and enjoy the moment.

After you got ready, he left the room. It was very early so you still had time to rest some more. You and Zdog were going to meet in the hallways at 9:00 in the morning. So you rested in the sheets, and went back to sleep. The 3 hours passed quickly, you got up and ran to your room to get ready. You knew zdog had gone out, because the door to her room was open, you get ready as fast as you can and run out to meet the woman. It doesn't take long, and you see her figure in the distance. You can tell she was upset. -Sorry!!!" you shout, as you keep running to catch up with the woman. "You're late… we're going to get killed" says zdog, walking towards you.

You were out of breath. "I know…I'm sorry!!!" you put your hands on your knees, and feel a few pats on your back. "You ran from the rooms to here? Silly" zdog teases you, as she continues to tap you on the back. You're glad your differences were cleared up. After the fight you had months ago, Quaritch talked to zdog and they set everything straight. Later that night zdog came to apologize to you. At first you didn't believe her, but as time went on you began to trust her more and now you were vigil companions. It was still weird to spend time together, but it was a relationship that was starting to grow. Or so lyle said.

"Come on…I'm better" you speak, reassuring yourself and starting to walk to this storage area. It was quite far from the other facilities, so it was a long walk. You two were joking about the stupid things Lyle or Lopez was doing. Your steps were slow and you were so distracted that you didn't notice that a person had been chasing you for at least 12 minutes. It wasn't until they heard the sound of a gunshot. Zdog turned around to the direction where the noise was coming from. And he saw the damn employee, the damn employee who was hanging out behind ex-general Ardmore.

Since the PPA had taken custody, General Ardmore had been removed from her position. She was now engaged in helping various groups of soldiers and also being part of various projects. The PPA director did not want to involve her much in the new face of the PPA, so this upset her. The woman had lost the ravages, and everyone on the base knew it. She was always drinking, kept threatening everyone and the scumbag of a human being, who had just shot her partner. Zdog watched as the man just stood there still, while he kept pointing. She followed where the gun was pointed and watched as Y/N stood still and his blue shirt turned darker. - "Shit" thought zdog, moving closer to you, to check where the injury was. The bullet had entered through your back, through your right ribs.

"Y/N damn…we have to" before zdog said anything, Y/N collapses in your arms. You had your hands on the ground and your knees hit the ground. " z…I" your words couldn't come out, you felt how with every breath, the pain got worse. You felt the cold on your back and how little by little your sight was fading. "We have to go to the hospital" zdog takes you by the arm and settles you in his arms, putting pressure on the injury. "Zdog what's wrong?" you ask, looking up to see the woman running at high speed, you felt the pressure she was putting on your back. As you began to hear the facility's security alarm. This one went off when there were situations like this. "You're going to be fine…I promise" zdog says, giving you a quick glance. But could see how all your shirt was already full of blood, and how your lips were starting to turn a pale color.

"No…I don't feel well" you whimper, as you feel the vision fade and you slowly close your eyes. "Y/n you have to hold on…we're close" was the last thing you hear, as you fall into a deep sleep. Zdog arrives as fast as possible to the medical bay, the facility was crazy…there were officers running to go to the area of what happened, alarms were going on…. This type of situation was not supposed to happen, but this was not the case. Arriving at the nurse's office, the woman came in with you in her arms, she was crying. "Please… she has lost a lot of blood" Zdog shouts, while a group of doctors come to help you. They place you on a gurney, and carry you inside. As zdog watches as they begin to examine you and the doors close. Zdog stands nervously in the waiting room, not knowing what had happened. And the man who had shot you had escaped.

Quaritch and the other members of the group arrived at the facility earlier than provided. They left the information they were required to collect in an office that was right next to the exit area. And then they headed to the rooms, Miles was ready to look for you, go take a shower and then eat. But his plans were interrupted, when as he enters through the glass doors he sees the mess. He sees how several soldiers have a man on the floor, and on the other side is ex-general Ardmore. "I swear…I had nothing to do with all this," the woman screams. "General ardmore you are under arrest for attempted murder" says one of the soldiers. Miles stands there, as do his companions. "What the hell is going on?" says Lyle, looking at Quaritch…waiting for an answer. It wasn't until they see Spider approaching them, the boy was shaken and tears were coming out of his eyes. The boy ran as fast as he could and hugged his father.

"Hey…take it easy. Spider what's wrong?" said Quaritch, grabbing the boy's head. Spider was red, his eyes puffy. " Y/n…she…no" spider started to cry more, and this made Quaritch's ears perk up. Separating spider from his waist, and running to the nurse's office. He was running as fast as he could, pushing anyone who got in his way. Lyle was trying to keep up, but it was impossible. Miles could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he neared his destination. When he arrived, he saw that several people were at the entrance to the nurse's station and one of them was zdog. He saw how the woman was crying, she noticed Quaritch's presence. Approaching him…placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry…she hold on until the end," says zdog.

Quaritch fell to the ground on his knees, you…had. You had died?Tears came out of his eyes and slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground. He wasn't making any noise, just crying silently. Lyle was able to reach the colonel and saw him on the floor. " Colonel what happened?" lyle asks him, but only sees how the man can't speak and is staring at a fixed point. "No…no" lyle repeats the same phrase several times, while he starts walking back and forth.

Out of nowhere you hear a loud noise and you quickly open your eyes.

"What?" you yell a little agitated, your breathing was agitated and you were confused. You were lying in pandora's jungle. " Hey…you fell asleep!!!" says spider, the boy was sitting next to you playing with his bow. " I slept for a long time?" you say, getting up from the ground, you were confused. You raise your hands and see that they are human and then you look at your feet. And then your eyes do a scan of your clothes. You were wearing navi clothes…what the hell. had it all been a dream? - "Well about two hours…I was talking about my dad and you fell asleep" says spider, deep in what he was doing. Sure…you had dreamed the whole thing. Spider sees how you're laughing, and you lie down on the floor.

"Did you dream about something?" asks spider. You laugh a little, and decide not to answer him. Suddenly you see the figure of a girl peek out. " Here you are!!!" says kiri, approaching you, to join your side. " So what?" asks the girl, looking at you. " Nothing…I just…nothing" you turn around and decide to close your eyes. Kiri looked at spider trying to find an answer, the boy lifted his shoulders. "You're getting crazier every day…you know that?" says Kiri, settling down next to you, to enjoy the quiet. You were lying there, thinking how everything had felt so real…what if it was real?

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lovermyme · 9 months

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Danm, i really like aonung and spider ship concept, theres so much potential, it could be funny, fluffy, angst, a love comedy 🥺 so much potential

Immmm late on night needing sleep but being consumed by these boys, i will be just throwing silly throughs of what i most like about them rightnow

Qlso, maybe a little bit of aonung x neteyam

(context: is like an au where, after the boat episode, spider is "adopted" by the sully family (that hc where neytiri make a deal w him, i already talked about it here), and the sully family stays in metkayina. Neteyam still dead, because i like the angst he brings to te family 💞 but i also like the one where he is alive)

Let me start.

Aonung fell in love first, of course. When he first saw spider, aonung thought he was a weird, sad, wet human. He knew about spider, because the sully kids have throw his name in the conversation some times,he knew little, and was expecting this weird sad wet human boy, that spend months in captive, had just lost a brother and everything. Everyone was. But he wasn't like this.

Well, the first days he was kind like this, with the funeral, mourning, and adapting in the new place. But he soon seems recovered from this.

Because Spider had spend his first days as a sully mourning his old friend now brother (that had died because of him), having to look in jake and neytiri face while knowing they know he had saved their enemy (who is also his father), have to look in his now siblings face that didn't know he had saved their enemy, having to adapt to a newly hostil place, an to complete, having to deal with the selfish through that nobody asked nothing about what happened while he was gone.

I mean, kiri and loak asked sometimes, but he could not just answered that he was tortured by rda to them. "I was fine, ya know, im son of the chief", he said. But it made it worse, cause they asked about his dad, and he also could not just answered that he had a weird bond with the avatar of his dead father that is also a big ALIVE problem.

He could have told the truth to jake or neytiri if they had been the one who asked in these first days. But they did not. Don't blame them, it was hard times for everyone.

When they did, spider had already made the decision to never talk to anyone about the torture and details about what happened. He said he was in captive, and that was enough. (Norm and max even insisted in making some exams, but nothing too deep, he seems ok).

And thats it. After the first days, aonung met this gentleman, that was always trying makes his sibling laugh, that always plays with tuk, that is respectable with the others, dedicated with his responsibilities, a skilled warrior, an easy learn. And a little weird sad wet human, not gonna lie, he was a human after all.

Aonung found a human weird, he had seem humans but only by far. when kiri had a convulsion, he saw some human from far away, when the battle started he saw some humans far away, but spider was close. In his friend circle, talking with his sister and making jokes with his friends. With aonung.

He didn't was mean to him like he was first with the sully siblings, also, neteyam death was still to fresh, hanging out was already delicate to the sully siblings, but they had fun showing the places and teaching spider the way of water. They forgot for a while the sadness of being less one. Eventually, the memories come back, thats when aonung feels like a intrude in these hangouts with the sullys, when they talk about the Forrest neteyam, the one that spider meet. He listen carefully despite, he likes knowing new things about neteyam.

He switch sides with spider when they talk about the sea neteyam. Spider didn't meet sea neteyam, he listen carefully too, he likes to know what his brother did while he was not here.

Spider doesn't like talking about neteyam. Not because he doesn't like neteyam, he loves him. But he doesn't like the sadness these conversations bring with. But when he has no choice, he always try bring back good memories. Aonung notices it, it harm his heart.

Spider is really good with the arrow, strong arms and good eyes, neytiri says. (He is good with the guns too, he didnt said this but quaricth badly-taught him, but he is watcher & easy learn, so it was enough.) He turned out a very skilled warrior, a little slow but for a human... 🗣️

(He is also a good artisan, yeah aonung, 5 fingers are for this, but also, tiny hands.)

Aonung was very interested in this human creature. They have had conversations, friendly conversations. They hang out together, most of the time with the whole gang, but some times just some of them.

It didn't pass aonungs mind that he was in love w spider until people (rotxo) start noticing. And it was already too late for his heart, because once the thought has pass through his mind, it consumed him.

Spider by other side never considered that anyone could fall in love w him, especially not a navi. Theres no way a navi could fall for him, for 3 reasons: 1° he is human, 2° he is human, 3° he is human.

1° he is ugly, tiny, slow and weak compared to a navi, because he is a human.

2° he didn't have a queue, he could never "bond w a navi in the eye of aywa", because he is a human

3° the one that keeps him awake if he thinks to much about, humans dont mate for life like navis. Navis have only one partner in their life, humans no, have you heard humans storys? What if he falls in love w a navi, marry them, spend years together, and one day just wakes up and doesn't love his partner no more???? He could never do this to a navi.

Not that he havent fantasy with it, of course he has dreamed about finding love in pandora, he has talked with a new person his age and planned their whole life together in 5 minutes one or two times. But thats only it. He didn't think about it very much, its not something he consider important, because its not something he think will ever happen with him. He was fine w that, he never really fell in love in his life, and already have too much problems.

He was stressed, he try push it aside, but the true is he was on edge all the time.

And i will continue tomorrow, its so late iv spend hours timhinking about them, i have college and doctor tomorrow,, good night

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #aonung #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #atwow

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sentofight · 2 months

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ooc. me replying? nah. i will make a ship thingie post for my muses wahahaha.

bold (prefers it) italics (can happen) cross (needs building but could happen)

This list will not be naming the ships i have but the name of characters in the muse's franchise (if i have interactions in other verses might add characters i see my muse clicking with in that verse.) Though i will add if the character named is taken or not.

Eight

cater

jack

kurasame

king

machina

ace

Machina

rem

deuce (taken by @/oursongofhealing)

ace

kurasame

qator

King

seven

nine

eight

Zack

aerith

cissnei

kunsel

tsung

tifa

Edea

Ringabell

Alternis

Tiz

Agnes

Einheria

Tiz

Agnes

Edea

Rokurou

Velvet

Eleanor

Eizen

Magilou

Senel

Chloe

Shirley

Jay

Norma

Balan

honestly he is probably one of the few muses i can't put a name just some ideas of who can be compatible with him.

intelligent

decisive

strong willed

willing to accept that he is not a romantic person and will see his job as important as you? and maybe more because he is pragmatic person

can compromise to some extent, but never that be conflicting with the person or their interest

Victor

Lara Mel Marta

Fractured Milla

Jude Mathis

L.indow

Sakuya

Tressa

Leon

Cyrus

Therion

Ali

Lucina

Laurent

Gerome

Owain

Severa

Inigo

Kjelle

Brady

Gaius

Cordelia

Maribelle

Sully

Chrom

Olivia

Tharja

Lissa

Avatar/ Robin m/f

Panne

Lon'qu

Sully

Lissa

Cordelia

Avatar f/m

Panne

Olivia

Say'ri

Lissa

Lon'qu

Gaius

Vaike

Stahl

Maribelle

Avatar f/m

ricken

Lyndis

Mark ( taken by @/rcdhotnight)

Hector

Kent

Rath

Matthew

Shutaro

someone kind and understanding of his 'vampire dilemma'

idk what else to write he is not that demanding he is a sweet child sobs

A.kihiko

Mitsuru

MC f/m

Fuuka

ryoji

shinji (im putting him despite not being one of my favs for personal reasons but i cant ignore that he is part of aki's life and ngl i like the trio mitsu x aki x shinji but haha we dont talk about that cuz some d.umblr ding dong people are fossils with ideas)

Kaname

Hitomi

Boss

Raquel

Arnaud

Forte

Margaret

Aldo

Amy

Guildna

probably more but thinking

Kula

Edward

Winry

Xiaoshi

Lu Guang

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OCs

Einar

Can't think of someone compatible with his in the TYPE0 world, but Emina can and might ruffle his feathers a little bit. idk.

ngl Aki Minahara could have a chance if she is a little bit older dlfkjsdkfs

anyway he looks for someone serious about the relationship.

he wants a family not just one night stand but he is afraid of making said family because of the crystal and dying and getting people's memories wiped clean.

basically, he does not want to be forgotten ...

uuh he can cook so he is not expecting the whole 'gender role thing'. as long as you are good in the things you like to do, then sure fine. tbh he prefers to cook. he is not big on eating other people's food. though he wont stop you from cooking. surprise him.

cats. tbh it is not something he can give up on for a partner???? because for him feeding and looking after the stray cats is an important part of his life. silly as it sounds but he takes it seriously.

he can compromise a little bit with the cat thing but don't expect him to stop going out to feed them.

Roland

laugh tracks but sure. I feel like Severa would be fun to see her bicker with him. they can judge their parents together lol

Thomas

Kjelle

Severa

Maria

Brady

Inigo

Gerome

Chloe

---she's younger than the 2nd generation.

Amina

---she's old than most of the cast.

someone who can understand her past is not something she is proud of and wants to change

Feiruz

HAPPINESS.

SELF ESTEEME

SELF CARE

LOVING SELF

DETERMINATION

ACCEPTING

Ren

Licca (big crush she's older than him but he does not understand)

Sohrab

in lore

---TBA

in awakening verse

Lissa

Cordelia

Stahl

Gaius

Frederick

Avatar f/m

Jokull

in lore

--tba

#ooc.| faty speaks #ship list.|#[wahahahahah #[no replies wooooooooooohooooooooooo #[anyway i go sneep now #[good use of my time

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boyfrillish · 1 year

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curry confessions

Fandom: Pokémon Sword & Shield

Pairing: Hop x Victor (and a smidge of onesided Bede → Victor)

Word count: 1580

Summary: Victor spends Valentine's day with Hop. Shenanigans ensue and confessions happen.

Notes: First fanfic I wrote for the ship! And I also first wrote it before I even finished playing the epilogue, so I had fun taking liberties and doing a vague fast-forward. This was one of the many brainbugs I had when playing the main story back in January/February, and by now Valentine’s day is very off-season, but it is what it is. Enjoy the silly fluff!

Victor patiently answers every question the reporter asks of him. At least, outwardly, he seems patient and approachable; after all, being the Champion came with certain expectations. He’s still getting used to having so much spotlight on him but tries his best to be a good public face.

Though, being faced with a question about having a special someone on Valentine’s Day — while his crush is right by his side, and they’re spending the day together — is kind of cutting it. The reporter meanwhile, doesn’t seem so happy with his roundabout answer that having a rival is special, isn’t it? But, well, right now he isn’t quite ready to answer directly.

In the corner of his vision, he sees Hop cross his arms and step forward. “Alright, that’s enough. Victor needs to rest up after his match,” he says firmly. “And you should really learn how to be less rude if you want to keep interviewing him.”

Victor smiles, thinking back to a very similar scene at the Rose of the Rondelands hotel after the Semifinals of the Champion Cup. Truthfully, the questions then were as weirdly timed as the question just now, but Hop stepping in to shoo her off gave him Butterfree in his belly back then.

It does just the same now.

The TV crew reluctantly walks off, mumbling words of apology, and Victor turns toward his best friend and true rival. “Thanks, Hop.”

Hop huffs, likely still miffed at the reporter, and resumes his typical pose — hands in pockets, relaxed forward slouch. “Someone has to make sure you don’t burn yourself out, Vic. I can tell when you're overwhelmed, and I haven’t forgotten how rude they’ve been before.”

Victor laughs softly. He can’t help it — not when Hop looks so cute, not when the Butterfree flutter in his belly. Hop’s bright smile returns at his laughter, which doesn’t help the situation.

But before either of them gets another word out, a voice sounds from a pace away. “I didn’t know you’re the Champion’s bodyguard nowadays, Hop. Becoming a Professor isn’t turning out well?”

And just like that, Hop’s frown returns. “And what do you want now?”

“I was going to speak to Victor,” Bede says, joining them with his partner Hatterene close behind. “Surely that’s allowed?”

It’s Victor’s turn now to step in, putting a hand on Hop’s shoulder and shooting him a calming smile before turning for Bede. “What’s the matter, Bede?”

“I want to thank you for joining me today. A special occasion called for a special exhibition match,” Bede says. “Though obviously, I let you win because it simply wouldn’t do to sully the Champion’s winning streak.”

“You’ve been saying that line since way back in the Galar Mines,” Victor says dryly. “It gets old, you know. And I already have more than enough of your league cards.”

“I wasn’t going to hand you one.” Bede huffs and waves a signal toward Hatterene. “Rather, have this.”

Victor looks at the item offered to him — a suspiciously pink and frilly box, with what looks like handmade chocolates inside, and is lost for words. “Uh…”

Hop leans forward to inspect the box, quick to react as ever. “Hold on, those aren’t Valentine’s chocolates, are they?” There’s an edge in his voice that Victor tries not to read too much into.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bede says, glaring at Hop. “The girls and I made these for the festivities and we had far too many leftovers to let them go to waste. Share them with your Pokémon or use them for your curries, for all I care.”

Victor takes the box, offering a hesitant smile. “Well, thanks, Bede. I’m sure my Pokémon will like them.”

Something flashes in Bede’s eyes, but he turns around before Victor can be sure it’s not just a trick of the light. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Gym to look after. I’ll see you next time.”

Once Bede disappeared through the back door, Victor turns toward Hop again. He really tries not to read too much into Hop’s frown. His fingers tingle with nerves over his plans to confess his feelings later.

“He’s got a crush on you, mate,” Hop says.

“You think so?” Victor frowns, putting the chocolates in his bag. “How are you so sure about that?”

“Just look at how flustered he got. And when you said thanks and smiled, you could practically see him sparkle. He only turned around to cover that up.”

“I don’t think that argument counts, you beam at me whenever I compliment you, Hop,” Victor argues. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he keeps talking anyway. “And besides, I like someone… but it sure isn’t Bede, so tough luck for him.”

Hop’s mouth gapes open in surprise. “Wait, what? Who is it?”

But instead of answering the question, Victor turns for the changing room. “Anyway, I’m gonna get changed out of my uniform, and then let’s get going. We made a promise to go camping in the Wild Area together, remember?”

Thankfully, Hop agrees, the topic dropped for now. Whether he’ll still have the nerves to say something later, Victor will have to see.

They set up camp on top of Hammerlocke Hills. Sure, it was a bit of a trip to get there from Ballonlea, but the view with the Wild Area spread out before them, Motostoke in the distance, is rewarding. It’s calming, and a lot less nerve-wracking than the moody lighting in Glimwood Tangle would be for a camp location. Though Victor is more or less calm now, Hop seems awfully distracted. Not a good thing in the middle of cooking curry, especially when Victor hoped to impress his best friend slash crush with the most delicious curry ever.

“Slow down, Hop,” he says when the pot threatens to spill over.

“Ugh, I know, mate.” Hop groans in frustration. “I just can't stop thinking about earlier.”

“Oh.”

Hop’s face now is highly focused, gaze firmly on the pot while stirring to avoid looking at him, which is both adorable and a little concerning. “I’m miffed that Bede gave you chocolates, and I’m miffed that you said it doesn’t count as an argument because my face lights up when you compliment me. And I’m dying to know who it is you’ve got a crush on.”

Victor’s heart beats faster. Could it be…?

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Of Bede? Yeah. I sure am.”

“Oh.”

“I wanted to impress you with everything I’ve learned in my studies and had all these obscure love-related Pokémon facts at the ready, but now that jerk of all people beat me to giving you a gift and threw me off my game, and I almost ruined our curry too.”

“Well, that’s funny because I really wanted to impress you with my cooking skills. So you almost threw me off my game here.”

“Ugh, sorry,” Hop says, then gasps and finally meets his gaze again, eyes wide, mouth agape. “Wait, what?”

“I wanted to impress you with the most delicious Spicy Apple Curry ever,” Victor repeats. “And about what I said earlier, about your argument not counting…”

“It so counts.”

“But you get happy at compliments from others, too!” he argues. “Piers teases you about it every time we run into him, which is pretty often considering he’s dating your brother.”

“Yeah, but compliments from others don’t give me a swarm of Butterfree in my belly!” Hop stops stirring to gesture with his arms. “That’s only with you, mate! And it’s Gigantamax Butterfree, too!”

To give himself time to process and react, Victor taste-tests the curry. “Ready to serve,” he observes quietly, then meets Hop’s eyes again. “Really?”

“I thought that’s obvious. I've been flirting with you for ages,” Hop says. They set the table together, serving the food for their Pokémon before filling their own plates. “But what’s more important… Do you feel that way too?”

“I thought that’s obvious,” Victor mirrors his words. “I’ve liked you since forever, and the feeling’s only got stronger. Through the adventures we shared during the Gym Challenge, with Zacian and Zamazenta, and beyond that…” He trails off, looking at the legendary Pokémon, who always stood close together whenever he and Hop spent time together with their teams, clearly showing their bond as partners.

Hop smiles, softer than his radiant sunbeam smile, but bright and affectionate all the same. “Yeah, I get it, mate. The feeling’s always been there. But when our adventure started, there were a ton of other things happening on my mind and I wasn’t sure you’d like me the same way, you know?”

“That assumption was so wrong, but I get it. I thought I’d just imagined your flirting.”

“We should’ve taken a page from the book of our Pokémon, huh?” Hop’s smile widens into a grin. “So, Vic, from now on I get to hold your hand and kiss you whenever we’re together, right?”

“And I get to tell people how amazing my boyfriend Hop is, right?”

“It’s a deal!”

They share laughter, hands entwining between them as they start eating. And before taking seconds, Hop cups his cheek and leans in for a quick kiss — their first kiss — impulsive as he is, sweet as he is, grinning from ear to ear when pulling away. Victor smiles wide, leaning into Hop’s shoulder to savour the warmth — and maybe hide his giant blush.

“Love you, Victor,” Hop says against his hair.

“Love you too, Hop.”

ao3

#hop x victor #victor x hop #trainshipping #rival hop #trainer victor #trainer hop #hopvic #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #boyfrillish writing tag

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piraticusdorm · 2 years

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Hello again! I have come here once again because I’m really starting to enjoy going to people’s ask box and being less scared! (I’m actually starting to have fun)

I just wanted to know about Piraticus’ opinions on Sullivan and Kai (and if you’re up to it, maybe a little bit of Kei because…yeah I have no good reason). Haven’t really asked earlier on because I was a tiny scared little worm of a human being.🙄 Now I’m just…worm💀

Awww that's always good! Haha I should take a page out of your book myself ; v ; sets u gently onto a tasty leaf... oh to be a worm, god's gentle's creatures. Ok onto the opinions!

"Sullivan certainly has promise! Why, I bet he'd steal an old grandma's golden tooth if the chance arose! I'm so proud of him. Now that his graces have been sung, he ought to learn to.... see the bigger picture, as it were. Reputation is about all a pirate lives from at sea. Ah well, as long as his crew has his back, I'm sure he'll manage through any obstacles! Part of the fun, isn't it?"

"Now now, our precious Kai! Where would we be without him! So hardworking, I'm almost afraid Riddle will try to swindle him right from under my nose. You'll understand, then, the necessity for this man to take a break. I've facilitated as many breaks as I've could for him to enjoy, but he becomes antsy when not put to work. Had I some more time to come up with a proper scheme to give him that much needed vacation... (sigh) It's been on my to do list."

"Sweet Kei, so polite and SO inquisitive! Nothing gets past her, no sir. Makes him all the more entertaining. What's the fun in being a sea rat without a cat or two trying to catch onto you? ...Games and fun are all good, but I've been asking around his mother. Strange things happen in the Neverseas, among them having visitors who might as well be from another world! That is not quite the sort of news that makes the rounds, though. I've not promised Kei anything, can't do so if I'm not sure I can deliver, but whatever information I can get will be hers. I said for a price, but don't her know said price is just a smile. I've got a reputation to uphold!"

"That Sullivan brat's too cocky. Makes it more fun to sink all that ego, ha! 't least he's not s snitch. Sure, we fight, but we don't tell anyone shit about it. Last thing we need is some lecture from the teachs."

" I've seen him around. Hard not to. Guy takes like half the dorm, I swear. Helps around, babysits, don't let him know but I try to stay outta his way. Thanks to him I don't gotta change the ship's banisters every week because of one of Sullivan's stunts. So Kai's good on my book."

"Kei, that nosy brat... Kids these day don't understand privacy! Ok, sure, it's been useful for the blot s🔔🔔🔔show happening around, but a fairy's entitled to his privacy! 'sides that, I can think of worse people to have around."

"Mmhh... He's funny~ Sully says silly things. But his hands are too grabby, ya know? If he tries to touch my stuff.... well, you know. It's that.... I really will bite them clean off. So he should stop."

"I like Kai~! When he's on, um, cooking turn, everything tastes great. There's never enough for thirds... some time I carry the stuff he, uh, cook, onto the ship. Less trips. I get bigger plates then~ Tho he doesn't let me do it often..."

"Key... she's nice. Sees a lot of tiny things around. She was very, um... decided? to know stuff from here. Seems smarts to me. She was looking for something.... if I don't have a scent I can't find it tho. Sorry."

#piraticus dorm #asks #vapirvipermedia #character opinions #conrad #tink #krok #ty for asking! :3 #i always take forever with these dkldkldf hope its not too late!

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voidselfshipp · 2 months

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Happily Ever Afters In The Apocalypse

Cw: none that im aware of.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Summary: walking through the barren,demolished Lands of the apocalypse, Martin asks for something to lighten up the mood,jerico has just the thing.

[Happends after the tape recording of episode 167]

The three of them Walked along that barren,sullied earth where the clouds looked like eyes and the air was thick with iron.

In all this disaster,They still found comfort amongst eachother. Jerico seemed the one to have the most optimism of the three,either by her natural sunny disposition or otherwise.

--So...jer-- says Martin,looking at the earth he steps on-- since Jon made this whole monologue about gertrude...can you tell us a story?

Jerico lets out a soft "hmph" filled with pride. she was,after all, a being of stories-- absolutely-- she answers,hands in her pockets of her beaten up jeans,heavy boots sinking slightly on the soft earth,though no tracks are left in her wake.-- what kind?

Thats when he looks away, a little flustered. Suddenly very aware of how childish hes request sounded.

--Ah youre going to think its silly-- he says,the corner of his eye catching how her teal scarf,draped Across her shoulders and held to her person with an old clasp made of gold, flailed with the wind

Then a brief silence, a clear signal that Martin had forgotten once again that Jer wouldnt judge him. Still,she talks

--Nonsense-- She reassured with a smile.-- what kind?

--The kind that has....a happy ending?--He was prepared to hear Jon scoff, but he doesnt,clearly in need of some good vibes.

She smiles,still warm as the sun they have seldomed in apocalypse-- of those I know a plenty. Anything specific?

And its Jon who catches them off guard with a most out of character response-- romantic--Both turn to look at him in surprise-- what?! You two cant judge me for it

Jer only shook her head between chuckles-- surprised me,thats all

--Youre not the most romantic person-- Martin agreed-- we love you for it though

--Yeah yeah,thank you-- the archivist dismissed with his face a Darker color than before-- let the Lady talk

--Well, here goes--Jerico says,excitement bubbling up in her chest,rubbing her hands together.

Her childlike joy is a nice change of pace for both of them,which helps them relax and ease into the story as the air still smells of iron and desolation.

--Once upon a time there were two sailors-- she starts, her palm raising to her chest to show the image of two sailors made of water without any visible characteristic other than one of them had short hair and the other long hair-- they worked at the same ship, the name long lost to the ages.

They worked hard to Keep the ship afloat,both were dedicated and passionate but different in their own ways.

One had long hair and beautiful green eyes, sharpest mind and witt. The other had short hair and deep brown eyes, of the Kindest heart of the most purest gold, that guided hin like a compass.

Despite the fact that their ways of keeping the clear difference in their methods. But both were bound by a deep love,one they hadnt realized was there for the time being.

The night that would change their lives was much like any other,cloudy skies, gloomy... it was boring,not much to see or do other than check that the ship,now Docked,didnt float away.

But again, it was a boring unremarkable night,so they both went to sleep.

Yet when they awoke, they found themselves in the middle of the Ocean .

Jericos palm shows a small old timey boat lost in the middle of an Ocean that encompases her whole hand

-- the two sailors bickered over whose fault was it. "Didnt you moore the ship properly?" The one with the long hair asked, bitter indignation in his lips-- they notice jer changes her voice for the dialogues,which is just the level of dramaticisim they expected from her-- "of course I did, didnt you drop the anchor?!" The one with the black hair protested.

Amongst their bicering over the sea breeze, they hear a soft gentle melody being hummed, they follow it with their eyes to a faraway island that looked more like a dot on the horizon than anything else

But,it was a destination.

So our intrepid sailors put the mast on full sail, the wind pushing them to the ever faraway island. With hope in their hearts of returning home.

Jer makes water hang above the small ship on her palm, it takes the form of a small moon and stars. Martín smiles with that same childish delight and Jon seems to relax in his posture,walking a little slower to Keep up with the story

--during the night,when they couldnt sleep for fear of floating away, they would hear that same melody that originally guided their eyes to see the island that they were heading towards.

Now closer to It, the melody was louder,not enough to discern words but louder.

They'd spend the whole night discussing what the source was, "an opera singer?" Wondered the sailor with the long hair and the Smart green eyes

"Or a choir?" The sailor with the warm brown eyes said.

By the time they reached the conclusion of it being a siren or anything of the supernatual,they'd both chuckle and find something to busy themselves with,all the while accompanied by that sweet melody

Then,the small moon and stars turn into a small heavy rainstorm. The small boat rocks widly in the sea and even if both men were promised a happy ending,they both stared intently at the fake ship.

Jerico laughs and continued her story-- one night, a storm loomed over the ship. A strong,raging one with the fury of the water goddess herself, but being so low staffed,the ship crashes into the rocky archipelagos that lined that mysterious island they headed towards.

Both sailors managed to hold eachother as they fell into the black,unforgiving sea..-- her hand covers her little water mademiniature, crushing the boat.

--Now Hold on a minute!--Martin protested with his pointer finger up-- I was promised a happy ending!

--Yes! Thats nothing close to it!--Jon said-- we dont know what the island is or who was singing!

Jerico is in a fit of hysterical laughter at their demeanor,its as if the world hadnt ended at all-- Well if you dont shut up and let me finish....!-- she exclaimed,trailing off to drive the point home.

--Fine fine,get on with it-- Martin complains-- dont take too long

--Good stories take their time....-- she answers.

--Time isnt really a thing anymore so...--Jon adds, obviously insisting to speed things up.

--fine fine-- she rolls her eyes-- the long haired sailor woke up within a cavern,decorated with gold and jewelry,glinting Stones that refracted the lights from the small torches.

He finds himself alone,but that melody hangs in the air, the words are a little fuzzy but theres two voices singing them,one female and one male

Our sailor ran to the source of the singing,he knew that male voice very well for he had spoken with its owner for Many days and nights...

There at the entrance of the cavern sat his jolly companion, singing with a most beautiful woman,half of her body hid underneath the ebbing shore.

For a moment the world doesnt exist to our long haired sailor, his eyes fixated on his sweet companion. He hugs his comrade and holds him to his chest,and he gets his gesture returned.

His friend of the black hair and soft eyes tells him that this mysterious woman is the source of that singing theyve heard,and that she rescued them.

"So you see,the gods are laughing at us" said the black haired man" our savior is..."

--a siren!-- Jon exclaimed,obviously invested.

Jer smirked-- yes, a siren -- she fixes her teal scarf and pushes away some of the hairs falling on her face-- to thank the kind siren, they would return each year with gifts, and they'd spend days together,catching up.

And the siren,of beautiful porcelain skin and agile green eyes, noticed the fondness of the sailors for eachother. She yearned for both of the sailors love and touch

So on one of their visits,she confessed that she had Fallen for them harder than any anchor could ever fall for the Ocean. She wept her mother of pearl tears and Begged for them to understand

The sailors had,funnily enough,fallen for the siren. And this point of connection led both sea men to finally admit their feelings for eachother,but deep down they both felt like they already knew.

And so, when the sailors retired,they went to live with their siren lover,and lived happily ever after

--Thats actually really cute-- Said Martin,taking Jers hand.

--yes,its a nice change of air-- Agreed Jon,taking Jericos arm-- thank you

Jerico smirked with that playfullness she always had when she pulled a sneaky trick. In her head she counts the moment until they realize what she had done.

--WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE-- Martin yells-- THAT STORY WAS ABOUT US,WASNT IT?

--ding ding ding! Weee got a winner!--she exclaimed,feeling very proud of herself.

--How didnt I realize That?!--Jon whined.

--Surprises me that you didnt put that together sooner,Jon-- She admitted with a smirk.

--I...do gotta admit it was nice not knowing the end of something...

Jer smiles--good, im happy it helped

Martin walks closer to her,hugging her waist with one arm--so If this story is about us...do you think we'll get a happy ending?

The eldritch being nodded,pulling Jon for a hug too-- Absolutely, ill make sure we do. After all,stories with a happy ending are my favorite-- she gives them both a loving look with her beautiful green eyes-- and I Belive there is no other way to close this odessy of ours but "and they lived happily ever after".

Jon allowed himself a moment of hope and clung on to his lovers words,so did Martin.

There was no other way to end their story than "And they lived happily ever after".

#tma s/I #martin tag pending #jon tag pending

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sheliesshattered · 2 years

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every single thing I have seen on Tumblr about OFMD makes me want to watch it less

#it's reached the level of active hate now #and do not fucking come into my DMs and tell me to watch it #unless you've watched all 4 seasons of Black Sails and can intelligently talk about its meta #whiiich narrows it down to oh maybe 3 people I know on this hellsite #listen. the fandom ruined this for me.#I love pirates #I love WWDITS #on paper I should love this show #but then I see things like fans of OFMD sending asks to Neil Gaiman asking if he feels like a COWARD #because OFMD supposedly has more queer relationships than Good Omens #WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.#I see people calling it the definitive gay pirate show #in many cases THE EXACT SAME INDIVIDUAL PEOPLE THAT IGNORED ME FOR THE BETTER PART OF A DECADE #WHEN I FUCKING B E G G E D THEM TO WATCH BLACK SAILS #and if you guys are going to go around comparing it to Black Sails -- as though it doesn't sully the memory of James Fucking Flint --#then let's also talk about how OFMD has basically no female characters. and certainly no queer female ships #I might have been able to enjoy a silly little pirate comedy for what it is #but the fandom is so fucking awful I will never fucking watch it now #don't DM me trying to convince me I'm wrong #just fucking unfollow me #if you like this but haven't been convinced to watch Black Sails after all my posting about it over the years #after I wrote and posted multiple fanfics for it #then really we don't have anything in common anyway #you know where to find the unfollow button

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Ethics Lessons from Master Qui-Gon

The Auorient Express is a comic set in 38BBY, when Obi-Wan is in his late teens. The debate is between a sort of consequentialist/utilitarian ethics of Qui-Gon (learned from Master Dooku, yikes) vs. a more Kantian deontological framework that Master Yoda presumably holds.

This is the first page of issue #1:

Let’s break it down:

Obi-Wan: But Master… a noble act committed for despicable purposes would be sullied by the mere existence of malevolent thought.

Qui-Gon: True, but a despicable act committed for noble purposes brings that very malevolence to the surface and gives it life.

Interesting stress on the word life from Qui-Gon here, and I’m not clear exactly what it means. I suspect it has something to do with the living Force. Life itself explodes our human moral categories—animals eat other animals young, you know? It’s the circle of life, symbiosis on a large scale, all working in an interdependent web.

That higher level of order and nobility does not change the horror and cruelty of some parts of that web. Perhaps he’s saying something like, by capitalizing on what we would consider to be negative or predatory actions, it turns that malevolent energy into the fuel of a the circle of life. Sometimes bad things have to happen for good and healthy outcomes.

Obi-Wan: Then which is more acceptable—a noble act committed for despicable purposes, or a despicable act committed for noble purposes? How can one be morally justifiable and the other not?

Grumpy teenage Obi-Wan, like me, wants clarification. Like, for an example I came up with, is founding a school for propaganda purposes to gain power different from blowing up a school in order to kill the extremely dangerous terrorists hiding inside? Why is it different?

Qui-Gon would say, probably, depends on what use you want to direct the power you’re gaining with your propaganda, and depends on how dangerous the terrorists are.

Qui-Gon: You must learn, as I did from my own Master, that the true moral value of an act can be calculated by weighing the spirit of motivation against the benefit of the result.

If you are going to use the power gained from building the school to commit greater atrocities than the good done to the population of students, that’s not morally justifiable. If the destruction of the school results in the greater safety of a much larger population, it might be morally justifiable to destroy it.

Obi-Wan: He actually believed that certain despicable behaviors can be conscionable?

Qui-Gon: If it is overshadowed by a greater outcome, yes.

Obi-Wan is skeptical. Like, Dooku was really okay with doing despicable things? He could live with himself as a Jedi, consider it conscionable to violate their ethical principles, as long as he could justify it to himself?

Qui-Gon is like, yep! If the result was good enough, and the motivation was good enough, Dooku would make a judgement call, and either do or permit despicable things to be done.

With our benefit of dramatic irony, we know that Dooku ends up killing trillions because he thought it was right—or had begun the path thinking his motivation was pure and the result was important enough.

Obi-Wan: I have a feeling Master Yoda would find issue with that theory…

Qui-Gon: I know for a fact that he does.

Obi-Wan senses that Qui-Gon and Dooku have strayed a bit from the Jedi orthodoxy on this one, or at least the philosophy taught by Master Yoda and seems to be a prevailing attitude at the Coruscant Temple.

Yoda would probably not favor use of personal judgement of motivation and result. I think he prefer that the morality of an action be judged based on whether that action itself was right or wrong under a series of rules like the Jedi code of values—not based on the consequences of the action.

My suspicion is that it is a question of leaving up to the Force what is outside the control of the Jedi, and not risking falling to the dark side by attempting to control what cannot be controlled. A Jedi has to stay in balance with themself, and restrained, or else they could dangerously overreach and become consumed with their lust for power—which usually begins for noble reasons, but does not end there.

Yoda’s philosophy is conservative, yes, but it is also born out of long experience with the Force. If Dooku had checked himself, and remembered that “using the Force to dominate is wrong even if it seems like a situation calls for it,” he would not have ended up a Sith responsible for genocide after genocide.

Qui-Gon’s ethics seem to me to perhaps be fitted for a time of peace, when the stakes of each decision are relatively low. It seems like an extraordinarily risky one to hold in times of war and instability, especially for space wizard monks who can get hopped up on their own supply of power, you know?

Anyway, their conversation ends, and they proceed to yeet themselves out of their ship down onto the Auorient Express below, all while looking baddass/silly as the Jedi do.

In the end, I would say that Obi-Wan was not convinced, and I think held closer to Yoda’s perspective. He just won’t do despicable things, and risk falling to the dark side, even if it means that there are bad consequences. Those consequences are ultimately up to the Force, not him. His powers are limited, and his moral decisions keep him walking the path of the light side, even in extremely fraught situations in the future.

#qui-gon jinn #obi-wan kenobi #meta discussion #taking star wars too seriously #sw comics #long post #sorry #got away from me

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