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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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I have a request for your brain cleanse if you’re open to something a little more in the feels.

I’m currently moving houses but I’ve lived here for my entire life. 20 years of calling this place home and in a few days I’ll never be able to call it home again. Tonight is the last night I get to sleep in my bedroom. Long story short it’s been a very emotional few weeks.

I was wondering if you could write something with either echo or hunter or maybe all of the bad batch as a group comforting the reader as they process moving out of their house or the marauder? Or maybe as they say goodbye from something/someone from their childhood? Or whatever you come up with.

Your writing always brightens my day and I’m always excited when I see that you’ve updated and I look forward to seeing what you come up with. And if inspiration doesn’t strike you with this request or you don’t feel comfortable with it then please don’t strain yourself either. I’d be just as happy to see your favourite gifs of each of the batchers if you have some ;)

(Sorry for written an essay lol)

Oh, anon, I’m sending you so much love. I remember when I had to move out of my childhood home, too, and it broke my heart, so I was very much in the feels writing this. And please don't apologise for writing so much, it's lovely!

I added in a memory from my childhood home, and thank you for sharing some of yours with me so I could weave one in, too.

Hold on to the memories from that house, and don’t forget to make some incredible new ones in this next chapter of life <3

As One Door Closes

As the Empire’s grasp on the galaxy deepens, you have no choice but to move your parents to the safety of Pabu. While having them close once again is a blessing, it means closing the door on your childhood home one last time.

Pairing: All Batch x f!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: leaving behind childhood home, bittersweet, comforting, happy memories, supportive and soft Batch, fraternal polyandry (aka the boys are all with reader).

“That’s the last crate, cyare.” Echo’s voice is soft as he stands beside you in the entrance hall of your childhood home. Footsteps behind you let you know that the rest of your boys had stepped inside, too.

You had them all back now. Utilising the network Rex had built, you’d hit Mount Tantiss hard, rescuing Omega and Crosshair and finding Tech clinging to life in a bacta tank. Every other clone shipped off to Hemlock had been saved, too, and you’d all returned to Pabu. Things had been almost normal until you’d received a transmission from your parents.

The Empire was closing in on your home planet, and they no longer felt safe staying there. During the war, your father – a prominent businessman – had been vocal and proactive in supporting the Republic, and your parents feared retribution if the Empire took hold of the planet. Options had been limited, and, in the end, the only solution had been to move them to Pabu. Having them closer would be a blessing, especially as they’d taken a shine to your boys and Omega, but it meant saying goodbye to where you’d grown up.

Head tilting to the side, you caught sight of the marks etched onto one of the doorframes. “They stopped measuring when I was ten.” You murmured, moving your fingers across the ridges carved into the surface, each denoting your height over childhood.

The next few steps took you up the stairs, and your ascent was silent as you missed every creaky piece of flooring. The boys followed behind you, albeit not as quietly. You grasped the railing on the landing, glancing down to the ground floor. “When I was six, my father bought home some wooden toys he’d found at the market. I remember him lifting me up so I could drop them over the edge of the railing.” You recall wistfully. A small laugh slides from your lips as you glance towards the five men crowded around the top of the stairs, their attention focused on you. “They were toy soldiers with tiny parachutes. Father would put me down, and I’d race to the bottom of the stairs to catch them so they’d never be hurt.”

“That explains a lot.” Crosshair quipped, leaning against the newel post.

More laughter leaves you as your gaze moves back to the ground floor, the memories washing over you. “Over the years, I lost them, one by one. The last one went missing about six months before the war broke out. I guess the galaxy figured I was about to get the real deal and wouldn’t need the toy ones.” You can’t help but tease, enjoying the varying chuckles that filled the air.

You sighed, your gaze lingering on the staircase as if trying to imprint every detail in your memory. Turning, the door to your childhood bedroom loomed ahead, and you pushed it open gently, the soft squeak of hinges echoing in the quiet house. You’d never seen the room so empty before.

The walls were still the exact colour you’d picked out when you’d been sixteen – so mature for your age, confident on your path in life. Funny how a galactic war, a handful of men, and a young girl had led you down a different way.

Stepping further into the room, your gaze lingers on the inbuilt desk near the window, where you’d often spent hours daydreaming and studying. You trace your fingers along the edge, feeling the grooves worn by years of creative exploration.

“Any stories from this room, darling?” You turned to find Tech leaning against the door frame, his eyes fixed on you with a softness that warmed your heart.

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave. “Oh, plenty. This room saw the birth of my first attempts at poetry. Terrible stuff, really. I used to think I would be a famous poet or something.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. “Do you have any of those poems saved?”

You shot him a playful glare. “Absolutely not. Some things are best left in the past.”

The room echoed with laughter, the sound bouncing off the now-bare walls. “I remember leaving the window open just a crack once to pry it open after sneaking out to attend a party. Got caught, of course. My mother nearly had a heart attack.”

Wrecker grinned. “Always been a troublemaker, huh?”

“Just a bit.” You admitted with a smirk. “But it was all in good fun. This room was my sanctuary.”

You moved to the inbuilt closet, fingers tapping against the door. “On my fourteenth birthday, my parents went out for the night so my friends and I could have a girls' night. But one of them decided to tell some of the guys at school, so there were quite a few of us.” You recalled. Head tipping towards your boys, the corners of your lips curved into a smile. “Ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?”

The room filled with a chorus of amused groans and smirks. “Oh, please tell me you didn’t play that.” Crosshair teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You leaned against the closet door, crossing your arms with a playful grin. “Guilty. Of course, my parents’ bedroom was off-limits, but the closet here seemed like a fine alternative. It wasn’t exactly seven minutes, and heaven was debatable, but it was a memorable birthday, to say the least.”

Echo raised an eyebrow. “And who, may I ask, was your lucky companion?”

You feigned innocence. “That’s a secret I’ll never tell.”

Wrecker scratched his head. “I don’t get it. What’s the point of being in a closet for seven minutes?”

Hunter chuckled, placing a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “It’s a game, big guy. You go into a dark closet with someone, and things happen.”

Wrecker’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh! Got it.”

You shared another round of laughter at Wrecker’s sudden understanding, the camaraderie between you and your boys filling the room with warmth. As the mirth settled, you couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet twinge. This room held countless memories; now, it was time to say goodbye.

Slowly, Tech offered out his hand, encouraging you across the room. Though hard, you slowly stepped back to him, fingers interlacing. It was poignant that while you were leaving this room behind – this house – you were going with them. That this had been home until they’d come along.

With the others having returned downstairs, you pause at the door for a second, looking back at the room you’d grown up in, where so many of your firsts had happened – your first steps when this had been your nursery, your first words, your first kiss, and your first heartbreak. Where you’d laughed until your sides had hurt and sobbed when the weight of the galaxy had felt too much. Where you’d gazed out of the window at the stars and dreamed about the future. “Thank you.” You silently acknowledge the part this little room had played in raising you before you step out of it for the last time, letting Tech guide you back down the stairs.

You circled into the living room, the furniture gone, and the final crates of belongings safely stowed on the Marauder, ready for their next life on Pabu. Indents marked the floor, reminders of where the furniture had once stood for years, and the colour of the walls was far more faded than it once had been, though bright patches still remained where family photos had once hung.

“We watched so many holofilms in here. As a family, we used to stay up as late as possible when I didn’t have school to see how many we could marathon – I used to love the ones about the wizard who went to magic school. But I’d always fall asleep before we could finish them all.” The memory made you smile. “Whenever I had friends over, father would make a blanket fort for us so we could watch the latest holodrama, and mother would bake a Jogan fruit pie and hide packets of sour berry sweets down the side of the couch for us to find.”

“Bet everyone was desperate for an invite.” Hunter watched as you looked around the room, more curious now about what you’d been like as a child.

Glancing over your shoulder towards him, you gave a small laugh. “I wasn’t a popular kid, unfortunately.”

“With how lovely you are, darling, I find that hard to believe.” Tech countered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Warmth seeps into your cheeks – regardless of how long you’d been with them, you’d never be able to gracefully accept their compliments. Hand sliding from Tech’s, your feet carry you to the large window at the back of the room, overlooking the garden. More memories come back – running across the grass with your parents during a game of tag, building snowmen when the weather turned bad, and, in your teens, learning how to shoot with your father’s old blaster.

Crosshair stands beside you, close enough that your shoulder brushes his arm, a steadfast presence even after everything he’d been through. Those hawkish eyes take in the shrubs and flowers your mother had spent years cultivating, and then they find the scorch marks on the fences. “Hm, your aim hasn’t improved.” He teases, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glances down at you. Although he couldn’t understand being sentimental about a place, he knew how important this was to you.

“Rude.” You mutter in response, though there’s no bite to your words as your gaze shifts to look up at him, hand reaching out to give his arm a gentle shove.

Your boys' rich cacophony of chuckles follows you into the kitchen, and for a moment, you’re grateful they’re here with you. Doing this on your own would’ve broken your heart.

You lean back against one of the kitchen counters to take in the whole room. “Mother used to sit me on the counter as a child so I could watch her bake.” You share, lifting a hand to point across the room. “If there’s one thing I won’t miss, it’s that nanowave stove. Makes the most obnoxious noise when the timer runs down.

“Think your mother will bake in her new kitchen?” Wrecker asks, already imagining all the delicious new food he’ll get to try. He was looking forward to branching out.

“Oh, I hope so. If there’s one thing I’ve missed over the last four years, it’s been her Roonan lemon cakes.” Your mouth waters at the thought. At the start of the war, you’d signed up as a liaison officer, and you hadn’t really had the time after that to return home. When shore leave had come around, you’d wanted to spend it with your boys.

A few weeks ago, after receiving your parents’ transmission, you returned here with them and Omega to talk through a plan. Your parents had fawned over the young girl, and the impressed look your mother had given you when she’d realised that you had all five men wrapped around your little finger would forever be seared into your mind. Ushering your parents onto the Marauder, you’d introduced them to Pabu, and they’d immediately fallen in love with the sunshiny island. Your childhood home had gone up for sale quickly after, and someone had snatched it up. The credits had paid for a gorgeous little villa on Pabu for them, and they’d invested the rest.

One night, when you’d stopped by to see how they were getting on, you’d caught the tail end of one of your father’s calls, where he’d been discussing setting aside some credits in case Omega, or any other grandchildren, wanted to go to college in the future.

You’d cried like a baby at the sweetness of it once you’d made it home and told the boys. Children weren’t something you had thought about – too busy fighting a war and escaping the Empire – but they’d exchanged a few glances as you’d been drying your tears.

The last room you ventured into was the dining room. The large dining table had already been transported back to Pabu, but the marks from where it had been shoved against the wall still lingered. So many family meals, so much laughter, and many late nights spent doing your homework had happened in this room.

As Hunter watched your gaze move to the marks on the wall, he knew what you were thinking. “It’s in their new home, cyar’ika. You won’t have to stop making memories around it – think of it that way.” He comforted.

“I know.” You concede, offering him a thankful smile. “And now you all get to sit around it too.” Your mother had already insisted on hosting a family dinner once a week.

“Sap.” Crosshair teases in his typical fashion.

Snorting, you shake your head fondly. “You love it.” You counter.

“I love you.” He corrects, shooting you a playful wink.

Laughter fills the air again, and as a group, you slowly return to the entrance hall. One by one, your boys file out of the house. Echo stops to kiss your forehead before joining his brothers outside, giving you a moment.

Alone in the entrance hall, you look around, fingers ghosting along the familiar walls. The memories embedded in the house's very foundation flood your mind, and Echo’s kiss lingers. The final moments you’ve experienced here – of laughter and love with the men you’re building a new life with – offer you comfort.

With a deep breath, you step out onto the porch, closing the door behind you for the last time. The cool breeze coils around you, and as you descend the steps, you cast a final glance at the house that helped shape you.

“Goodbye, old friend.” You whisper, letting go of the home that cradled your history. The embrace of your blood family and the family you’ve found awaits. And while you're excited to make new memories with them all on Pabu, you’ll always treasure the ones you made here.

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diabolus1exmachina · 1 year

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BMW M1 Turbo (the extraordinary case of the BMW M1 with 1000 hp)

Ignore the livery. Or don’t ignore it. Like with every other Jägermeister racing car, it might be hard to actually walk past this orange beast without giving the standout paint job at least one glance. It was designed to attract attention, just how Günter Mast — the man that gave his OK to race cars with the famous stag on the bonnet — intended. The truth of the matter is, however, that this particular car’s convoluted history is as complicated as the story of the BMW M1 itself. Therefore this car is not what it seems to be, as the orange Jägermeister livery stems from the imagination of the man that rebuilt the car, the legendary M1 whisperer Fritz Wagner. And if you ask anyone at Jägermeister headquarters about the car, they will potentially reply with a polite letter from their legal department. To paraphrase Samuel Beckett: there’s nothing funnier than tragedy. And so, the story of the BMW M1 could be perceived as one of the automotive world’s funniest. The car was originally designed with the ambition to create the greatest, mid-engined racing car of all time. One that would beat Porsche’s dominating 935 in the all-important Group 5. A masterpiece made of speed and German reliability which, in reality, became a car that had to be reverse engineered to be sold for the road. All because of changes in racing rules and homologation, which stipulated how many cars had to be produced before a particular model was allowed to hit the track. The production number of 400 cars — which seems so minuscule by today’s standards — turned out to be the first problem on a long list of unfolding disasters.

In essence, the life of this beautiful, light, well-made machine that had been designed by Giorgetto Giugiaro, who reworked Paul Bracq’s original prototype, was plagued by bad luck and bad decisions. The fact that Lamborghini — who were supposed to produce it at their factory — went bust because of copyright fraud and embezzlement of funds didn’t help. However, it was the rushed solution to disperse production all over Europe that was the final nail in the coffin. Marchese built the car's tube frame, TIR molded the fiberglass, Italdesign mated the two and installed the interior, then the M1 was shipped from Italy to Stuttgart, where Baur would install the BMW hardware, after which in Munich BMW Motorsports would do the final touches and quality control. It made the M1 almost a quarter more expensive than any equivalent Ferrari or Lambo sold at the time. Case closed.

British generals in the second world war would often joke that Germans were not very good when it came to Plan B. This might be true. In the end, even if BMW’s head of Motorsport Jochen Neerpasch, the brilliant man that he is, thought of a way to market the M1 with the Procar series, in which F1 drivers like Niki Lauda, Clay Regazzoni, and Nelson Piquet would race the cars against privateers, as a prelude to the weekend's Formula 1 race, too few examples were made for the car to ever officially leave Group 4 as was originally intended. Later on, those teams who managed to finally race in Group 5, years after BMW abandoned the programme in order to enter to F1, found the M1 simply uncompetitive. Even the twin-turbocharged models built by Schnitzer, which developed 800 hp and more from their straight six engines, were plagued by problems. his finally brings us to this particular, rather unusual example. It was allegedly built for the famous Walter Brun racing team, who later on won the Group C World Championship with a Jägermeister-liveried Porsche 956. Brun’s friendship with Paul Rosche, the man who turbocharged the BMW 2002, gave rise to the idea of installing the M88 turbo engine originally planned for the March Group-5 car into a modified M1 Procar chassis wrapped into Group 5 bodywork. However, the car was never raced. Why? Even at BMW no one knows. Particularly good news considering that back in the day, when this 1090 kg machine was put on a dyno, it put out 1000 hp and 930 NM of Torque. A reading obtained just before the machine broke while the car apparently still wanted to keep going. Now in the hands of a new owner who intends to race it regularly, it will have plenty of opportunity to shine. And so a new chapter unfolds…

#BMW M1 Turbo #Jägermeister #porsche #Ferrari #lamborghini #Group 4 #Niki Lauda #Clay Regazzoni #Nelson Piquet #Group 5 #Walter Brun #Porsche 956 #BMW 2002

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beeffilledshark · 10 months

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While I’m very happy at wfm’s success and how it’s drawn so many people into Gundam (me included), it’s so upsetting we have to do this song and dance and explain how to “interpret” the explicit narrative that Sulemio is a real romance despite “them never kissing or saying I love you.” The whole fucking point of Gundam and the Newtype story is “understanding each other without misconception,” and while Witches aren’t able to really do that the same way Newtypes are, the core story of Suletta is getting people to truly understand her.

Sulemio’s resolution is Miorine finally “understanding“ that Suletta WANTS to save her family and Miorine revealing her “ugly” and disheveled self she’s hidden from everyone, only getting a taste of it when she invited Suletta to her room in ep 4. Suletta “understands” her mother and Aerial’s betrayal after Quinnharbor and that they do love her, just that they think she’ll be fine separated from them and to not involve her in their machinations. Chuchu’s entire arc is the perfect example of this theme: she goes from violently hating Spacians and picking fights with them on a regular basis to basically becoming Suletta’s older sister and rescuing hundreds of Spacian students and providing food and aid to them. The tragedy of Norea and El5n is amplified by this theme since only El5n could possibly “understand” Norea’s agony and existential anguish in considering herself a living casualty of war as a Gundam pilot. What’s made worse is she “understands” El5n empathizes with her and truly cares for her moments before being killed by Cathedra after her rampage. Hell, the Space Magic solution of Gwitch is a direct reference to Unicorn where the Gundams project the love interest's voice throughout the Earth Sphere so that they can communicate directly with the common person.

If you’ve watched Unicorn as many times as I have, you know they drill this fucking theme into your head every chance you give them but similarly to gwitch, there’s no kiss scene or “I love you” scene. Gundam, and Sunrise in general, has a long-standing tradition of demonstrating the primary romance through the dialogue and actions of the characters. I have never seen anyone question if Audrey and Banagher are in a relationship despite them never having any kind of kiss scene or a scene where they utter “I love you.” Of course, they were kind of meant to parallel Amuro and Sayla, but the dynamic between Suletta and Miorine are almost identical: Gundam pilot who has to protect the Princess from scheming enemies on both the enemy and their side.

The point of this post is that you have to be able to possess an ounce of media literacy in order to understand the sheer plot and character interactions of most popular Gundam media. Now that a lot more people are interested in picking up this franchise, I’m BEGGING you to really think about these shows and movies beyond the mech fights. Every Gundam series has something you can pick apart and the first step in analyzing that is to understand some of the core ideas of Gundam. We don’t kiss here. We’re too high brow to have that so we have characters say shit like “promise you’ll come with me to Earth,” since it means Miorine intends to incorporate Suletta into her future and in her desires or calling the Princess of Zeon Audrey despite her government name being Mineva. Though it may have been forceful, Banagher understood what Mineva wanted and vocalized that by referring to her as her cover name until the end of the OVA.

I do also want to add, this theme is why the Blowjob Brothers exist in nearly every incarnation of Gundam ever. Once you learn how to interpret characters' actions and how they demonstrate love, you'll understand why the fandom has so many gay ships with varying degrees of "authenticity" or canon-ness. The difference with Suletta and Miorine is that it's unabashedly explicit and the focus of Gwitch.

Anyways, any fellow Gwitch enthusiasts who are dipping their toes into 0079 or IBO or any other property as their second Gundam experience, please understand that a LOT of narrative devices and characters are direct references or homages to the past and trying to catch up on it all is like trying to integrate yourself into a religion you converted into. There's a lot of unwritten practices and beliefs that you have to learn and teach yourself, especially since there's psychos out there in the fandom.

(this entire post was spurred on by a dipshit twitter user arguing Sulemio wasn't the goal of gwitch and they changed it mid-hiatus to appeal to the wokes asdfklafd;ljkasf. Anyways Chamuro is real and gundam loves doing polycules this is unironically true)

#gundam #mobile suit gundam #gundam unicorn #iron blooded orphans #gwitch #wfm #wfm spoilers

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avianreptiles · 9 days

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I realized i actually dont know much about kenny, so if you want you can take this as a prompt to talk about him cuz he intrigues me....

This is not a place of honor

Okay so this is the general summary of his bullshit. I have a lore doc on the way. The lore doc goes soooo much into more detail on particular events and especially more on the reasoning and psychology of the actions in the story. The whole story itself is insane and gruesome and horrible, but i singled out on Kendrick cuz he's the most interesting in my opinion and I don't like him.

If you are waiting for the lore doc, I applaud your patience. It's coming, I swear.

Tw for talks of death, brief mentions of gore, suicide, main character deaths, politics, drugs, alcoholism, whatever. There is no happy endings in the shay/avian cinematic universe yadda yadda yadda okay

OKAY so Kendrick Poste was a transgender man born in 2098 in the right-winged, one-party dominant "democracy", the United States of Albany, to his parents, Mac and Haisley Poste. Mac and Haisley were both left-leaning and tried to raise him away from being rightwinged, but Kendrick ended up growing up not caring that much for politics. Anyways important bit, THEY WERE GOOD PARENTS. Haisley was a wonderful woman. Mac cared deeply for his son. Kendrick was When Kendrick was 12, the three of them got into a car wreck by a drunk driver, with Haisley passing away rather gruesomely, with the nature of the direction that the car hit. Namely, a good chunk of Haisley's lower and mid face had been ripped off by the carnage of the passenger door. Kendrick saw this in full view. It is very important to know that Kendrick saw this.

Kendrick and Mac are neverrrrrr the same after this. Like at all. Kendrick ends up recovering enough mentally after a couple of years and graduates high school early, applying for and getting into college at 16. The first half of the year goes by without a breeze. The second half of the year rolls by, and Kendrick falls like Icarus, got a little too close to the sun, a little too confident. After he lost all the drive to finish school, he started taking up smoking and ended up becoming "friends" with the guy that deals him weed, Percival. I can write so much on how Percival sucks but instead, I'm gonna write about how Kendrick is worse. So this guy manipulated and threatened anyone and everyone to his benefit, including his ex-girlfriend and his father. He was just some egotistical, jackass kid who got caught up gang violence and drug deals who took advantage of the people around him to make a name for himself in almost every circle of the city he lived in. He was known for just about one thing, though: Percival's big scary personal guard dog. He was a violent and often times cruel kid, cementing himself as one of the morr dangerous people to butt heads with AT FUCKING 16.

Anyways I am skipping a lot of important info but the day he turned 17, he got drafted into the war that Albany was in at the time, the Massachusetts/Albany war. The draft was basically a death sentence, as kids who got shipped off to war tended to not come back at all. For what he thought was going to be his last three weeks on earth until he had to go to the selective service office, he proceeded to let himself go almost entirely. Specific events? Threatened to kill Percival a couple times, did cocaine off of a hooker's leg at a party he went to, broke someone's wrist, and drank almost every other night. Mac at that point had given up on him, but their last conversation was when he was dropping him off at the service office, where Kendrick told him to go to hell. Anyways that was fucked up. What's up next is worse

Being drafted sucked dick. He was already pretty damn fit, and the government determined he didn't really need any physical training, but he was still a rebellious, jackass kid, and that needed fixing. Recently in the war, more draftees were going awoll, so the govs solution? Deadend. Deadend was a compound/training facility that I once described as "not supposed to make you love your country, but to fear it." At Deadend, it was basically physical torture under the guise of "if you dissent from the army/go awoll, you will have wished that the enemy had flayed you alive, with the shit we're going to do to you". It was about 2 months of that. This compound is also the reason why a lot of Albany soldiers, especially in the later years of the war, were reported to have looked "empty" or "souless" in the eyes. You had to drop your morals at the door, cuz if you didn't do everything your superior told you to, you were getting shoved into the drywall.

After 2 months, he got put into a special little group called Great Lakes Special Forces. Now I'm going to summarize some of the shit that happened in GLSF in some sort of timeline, because so much happened in the period of about a year:

-Late July 2115, placed into group with four other members.

-Late August, 2115, first kill, a girl about his age

-December 2115, Kendrick (Huron 01) is ordered to kill Ontario 01, to which he complies out of fear.

-Later in December, Ontario 02 is assigned to the group, a reminder that anyone is replaceable.

-December 2115 to about July 2116, Kendrick, distraught about having to carry out Ontario 01's execution becomes more reserved and West (Superior 01), starts to place him on more solo missions. In a combination of unsupervised warfare, cruelty, bloodlust, guilt over Ontario's death, and what not, becomes the most dangerous man on the Eastern Seaboard. His existence becomes a boogeyman tale, with titles such as "Deerhead" and "the devil with white eyes" become tossed around while describing assassinations, killings, and what not that happen within his domain. West (technically his commanding officer) around this point realized that this would be her fatal flaw, letting Kendrick get too cocky.

-In late July 2116, he is sent on more cooperation missions, and actually talks to Ontario 02, the replacement for Ontario.

HEY THIS IS NOT DONE BTW. I POSTED IT TOO EARLY. IM JUST GONNA WORK ON THE LORE DOC FOR NOW

#avian speaks #avian ask tag #avian oc tag #oc: kendrick poste #oc: mac poste #oc: haisley poste #i call him by the gov name cuz i dont like him

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usermischief · 2 months

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♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: slice of life, alpha!Theo, future fic ♞Words: 1754

ao3

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The blaring of an alarm startles him awake. His hand grasps at nothing, and he topples to the right. A noise rivalling the sound of the alarm escapes him. His stomach drops like a stone as the ground comes to meet his face at lightning speed – and then it stops moving, or rather, he does when the arm around his waist tightens and pulls him back on the couch.

Fuck.

It’s too early for his heart to pound as hard as it does right now. Holy shit.

The alarm stops, and Stiles sucks in a breath, craning his neck to check outside. It’s still dark. Why the hell did he wake up to an alarm? It’s fucking Sunday.

Wait.

He squints. “What time is it?”

Theo nuzzles the nape of his neck, scruff scratching the sensitive skin. “8 pm.”

Goosebumps spread across his skin. Stiles shudders at the sensation. He honestly wouldn’t mind if Theo kept doing that for the rest of the day, well, night.

Stiles groans. “I was supposed to call dad before work.” It’s a thing they started doing after everything they’ve narrowly survived in Beacon Hills, especially before the nightshifts, and after Stiles left for college. Knowing he’s spoken to his dad in case of a shift gone wrong makes him feel at ease.

“He called,” Theo whispers against his neck, “told me not to wake you up. Apparently, he’s got a full night of paperwork ahead of him.”

Frowning, he shuffles around until he can face Theo without craning his neck. They’re squished together on Stiles’ couch, almost nose to nose now, breathing each other’s air. Only nine months ago, Stiles was willing to throttle Theo on sight. Now, they’re spending almost every night together, and Theo is answering his calls, apparently. It snuck up on him, slow and steady, and sometimes, Stiles still waits for the other shoe to drop.

And then Theo brings Wedel chocolate and Delicje and his favorite butter and salt chips to their movie nights, he cuts out pork on during pack dinner night because Stiles allergic, watches Star Wars and comic adaptions without complaining, and listens to Stiles’ info-dumping on random topics with the patience of a thousand saints. He even makes sure he eats and drinks when he can’t bring himself to stop doing whatever he’s invested in at the moment.

He indulges him.

So much so, that his pack complains about Theo playing favorites.

Theo brushes hair out of Stiles’ forehead, small frown wrinkling the skin between his eyebrows. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He cups his cheek, brushing his thumb over Stiles’ mole.

The crush he has on the guy is already unhealthy enough, all this caring alpha act is going to drive Stiles up the wall. Theo wasn’t supposed to be a good alpha, he was supposed to be the lethal solution to all of his problems. That’s how their relationship of convenience started. Stiles was sick of allowing hunters and monsters to walk away, Theo was willing to dispose of all those problems.

Voila.

Then the feelings came.

And decided to stick around.

Stiles scowls, “you should’ve woken me up anyway.”

“You seemed like you needed sleep.” Theo curls his fingers around his chin and tips his head slightly back. “And you looked soft, like someone I'd ruin with a touch.” He brushes his mouth against Stiles’, more a whisper than a kiss, before pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth. Fucking give him a break. Seriously.

His fingers find Theo’s collar, and he tugs at it, holds him close. “That ship has already sailed, trust me.”

Theo growls, deep and low, a dark rumble in the evening of his apartment; it’s the hottest thing Stiles has ever heard. The grip on his hip turns vice-like as anger and frustration fill the air around them. It’s a warning, a saving grace, the only thing keeping Stiles’ sanity intact while every fiber of his body tells him to take what’s offered.

The is unstable, even more than Stiles himself.

He combs his fingers through Theo’s messy strands instead. “What’s wrong, buttercup?”

Theo curls his lips disapprovingly. Turns out, he’s not a fan of nicknames – even less when used mockingly. But he’s given up pointing that out long ago. So, he sighs instead, a sound only capable of being produced by someone who resigned himself to his fate. “I don’t want to go.”

Stiles runs his fingers up the nape of Theo’s neck. A low heat spreads from his chest to the rest of his body, almost as if his heart is slowly replacing his blood with molten lava. “What do you want instead?” Because, truth be told, as much as this started out as using Theo’s obsession against him, Stiles wouldn’t mind spending every night for the rest of his life just like this; limbs tangled, pressed together as close as possible, and their hearts beating in sync.

“My teeth,” Theo whispers, brushing his closed mouth over sensitive skin, “in your neck.”

Fucking hell.

Stiles hooks his left leg around Theo’s and pulls him between his legs. “Sexually or violently?”

Another growl fills the silence around them before Theo nips Stiles’ jaw. “You really have to ask?”

Hands wander under Stiles’ shirt, and he shudders, pulling his shoulders up as goosebumps spread all over his body. The power this man has over his body should not be allowed — it wasn’t even planned. But Theo just showed up and turned Stiles’ whole world upside down, and when it comes to the chimera, Stiles is a weak, weak man.

He leans up, brushing their noses together, and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Then stay?”

Theo lets out a breath. “I can’t.”

Stiles tries his hardest to keep his disappointment buried. “The duties of an alpha.”

Sighing, Theo sits up. “It’s more about keeping Donovan out of prison.”

“If you ask me—“

“I’m not asking.” Theo grabs Stiles by his shirt and pulls him back onto his lap. It is fascinating that, out of all the issues that could have possibly arrived between them, Donovan is the only one that constantly causes an argument.

Stiles huffs but as he tries to get up, Theo pulls him back down, a hand tightly around his neck. “He tried to eat my legs. Sorry, for still holding a grudge.”

Theo chuckles, dark and strangely enticing. “You’re not sorry.”

“Just saying,” Stiles mutters and scrunches up his face, “I’m not getting him out of prison.” If he’s entirely honest, he’s just waiting for the moment Donovan fucks up royally, and Theo admits that he’s more trouble than he’s worth. Donovan is constantly two seconds away from doing something stupid. All Theo needs to do is let him take the fall for once. Stiles’ dad can’t wait to put him behind bars again either.

This time for good.

“Hence why I need to be there.” His smirk doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but Theo tugs him closer by the nape of his neck regardless, curling his free arm around Stiles’ waist to pull him as close as possible once more. “You could join me,” he whispers pressing short little kisses from the left corner of Stiles’ mouth to his right. It such an intimate gesture, like they’ve known each other for years already, like they’ve known each other all along, and they haven’t just started fucking two months ago.

It would be their first outing as whatever they are, but that’s not the reason Stiles is more than willing to decline that offer. He’s not exactly in the mood to be around people today – aside from Theo, that is. Besides, “so, I’m one stupid comment away from getting my face rearranged?” They both know Stiles wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut, and Donovan wouldn’t be able to control himself – not even for Theo.

Theo narrows his eyes. His grip tightens to a point bordering on pain. “He’d be dead before he touches you.”

“Then maybe I should join you.” Stiles quirks a brow and puts a finger under Theo’s chin, raising his head – fully unimpressed by the red eyes glaring back at him. While it is more than unlikely that Theo will be voted “most-caring alpha” anytime soon, he’s not the biggest fan of jokes about weakening his pack; killing Donovan, unfortunately, means exactly that.

Instead of arguing, Theo huffs out a breath.

“Fine.” Stiles moves off Theo’s lap and flops onto the couch next to him. “Then maybe consider getting him laid. It would do him some good to get rid of all that pent-up up rage.”

Theo narrows his eyes. “I hope you’re not offering.”

“I’d rather make out with a dung beetle than let this guy get anywhere near me, thank you very much.” Stiles gets to his feet, stretching languidly.

Chuckling, Theo wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist and runs his lips along the side of his neck.

A shudder runs down Stiles’ spine. He hates Theo has to leave, and he hates that he hates it so much. If he had any energy left, he’d probably drag himself into the club and play nice just to make sure Tracy isn’t trying to climb Theo like a tree again.

Under normal circumstances, he lives to disappoint, and watching Tracy’s face fall whenever he strolls onto the scene is a special kind of pleasure.

But work has been torturous for the past few weeks. He’s drowning in overtime and doesn’t have any percent left in his social battery. He’d only end up moody and grumpy and be pissed at Theo for agreeing to come along, ruining a perfectly good weekend filled with sex, cuddles and good food.

Not necessarily in that order.

“I’ll come back later,” Theo whispers against his skin. “Just going to get Donovan through the night then I’ll be yours for the weekend.”

Stiles smiles, trying to ignore his heart dancing in excitement. “Sounds promising.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Theo whispers.

“I’m expecting nothing less.” Stiles closes his eyes, enjoying the last moments before Theo leaves to hang out with his pack. Turns out, he’s gotten embarrassingly attached already. “Make it quick.” Stiles doesn’t like how needy he sounds.

Theo laughs. “I haven’t left and you’re already missing me?”

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

Theo lips curve against the nape of his neck.

Stiles’ heart skips a bit. Yeah, he’s never going to live that down.

#steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #teen wolf #stiles x theo #theo x stiles #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:steo

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Hey you know how sometimes Charlie is used is a minor ship/past lover or just character in Drarry stories? Do you know anything involing Bill in that way? I'm rereading that old black magic and i love Bill😍🫠 also this is the sexy, long haired cool man Harry had his first crush on🤭

Hi anon! That’s such a cool ask - I love Bill (and jealous Draco hehe) in TOBM and I definitely think we could have more Bill appreciation in the same way we have Charlie as Harry’s gay awakening👌🏼 I wonder if maybe people ship/respect FleurBill too much to go there? I for one headcanon him as the bisexual icon he is and would love to see that explored in Drarry fics!

Unfortunately I don’t know of any fics where he’s a past fling but if you’re interested, here are some recs feat. Bill in mlm relationships. I’m saving this rec list on the rare pairs masterpost under “Bill Weasley appreciation”!

Harry/Bill:

Kinkuary 2023 ch 15 by iota (E)

Be Mine by @wynnefic (T, 2k)

According to the goblins, Bill's just met his soul mate. He just wishes he had something more than only the memory of a voice to find his soul mate with.

Black Stone Path by @wynnefic (T, 2.5k)

“What's happening?" Harry asked, coming to a stop next to him. He hadn't seen that look on Ron's face since the war, when Ron wore it almost constantly. Harry was reluctant to do the same. Five years since the end of the war, he'd learned to become comfortable with peace. And because there was nothing else that got the Weasley family in such a panic, he added, "Who's hurt?" Ron swallowed, turning his head to look Harry's way. "It's Bill." Fuck, Harry thought, and that was about all that he could think. Words were useless, always had been.

Safe by maraudersaffair (E, 4k)

Harry loves spending time at the Burrow because he feels safe. When Bill divorces Fleur and starts hanging around as well, Harry can't stop thinking about them getting together.

Hold Me Tight (Just For Tonight), orphaned (E, 5k) - Bill/Fleur + Harry

Harry has been suffering increasingly from nightmares, waking up in odd locations without remembering how she'd gotten there. Fate brings her to Shell Cottage where Fleur offers an unconventional solution after a night free from nightmares. But sharing a bed comes with its own problems, as Bill will tell you.

Conversations with a Friend by SilentAuror (M, 6k)

Harry's winter has taken a turn for the melancholy. Since defeating Voldemort the previous summer, all he has left to battle are more personal concerns, at least until an unexpected friend happens along.

Dragon's Ink by Leela (E, 9k) - Harry/Bill, Draco/Charlie

One evening, just before closing, a hooded and cloaked man enters Charlie's studio. Draco Malfoy wants a tattoo. The only problem is that he already has one.

Draco/Bill:

Summer at the Burrow by academicdisaster (E, 1k) - Drarry, Draco/Sirius, Draco/Bill

Bill is controlling and hot, Sirius is passionate and hot, and Draco is just hot. Literally. This room is stifling.

A Room with a View in the Flowering City by @wolfpants (E, 1k)

When Draco materialised in Bill’s Cairo office last month, he’d been pink-faced and irritated, the collar of his linen shirt damp with sweat.

slide by @onbeinganangel (E, 1.5k)

SummBill Weasley, who insists on approaching Draco every time, no matter where, on fetching him drinks, on flirting relentlessly, on touching him softly with rough, big hands that leave Draco’s skin prickling. Bill Weasley, with that fang earring dangling enticingly off his ear, moving ever so slightly as he speaks, with his hair pulled up into a messy ponytail Draco desperately wants to pull on.

Drarry + Bill:

Sanctuary by Lokifan (E, 4k)

When Harry goes to them, he isn’t running away from the bleak, lonely parts of life any more. He’s running towards something better.

Teddy/Bill 😈

Tradition, Upheld by Snegurochka (E, 6k)

Over too much beer the next two nights, Charlie told Bill more than he'd ever wanted to know about this particular holdover of Roman Wizarding tradition. Years later, when he was forty-five years old, the way the kid across the table from him was looking at him made Bill want to do every filthy thing Charlie had told him about all those years ago.

like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered by @lqtraintracks (E, 11k) - Bill/Teddy, James/Teddy

Teddy Lupin, aging rockstar, is making a comeback after his life and career were nearly ruined by an illegal potions habit. Everyone's out to support him tonight. Including the man he's always tried so hard not to love -- as well as the man he's always turned to instead.

The Werewolf Handbook, Page 147 by Snegurochka (E, 20k)

Everyone knows that when a person with any werewolf blood reaches 21, untamed sexual urges will manifest themselves and require an outlet. It's a fact. No question about it. The Werewolf Handbook says so, right there on page 147.

#asks #anon #hp rare pairs #bill weasley appreciation

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i have a lot of respect for elzar here for not arguing and leaving politely because if it were me i don’t know if i could bite my tongue. yoda is not saying the jedi should stay away from the conflict after one battle, a month of conflict. it has been years, at this point. jedi, his people, are trapped with agents working to capture them and torture or kill them. elzar is not arguing for going to war, like stellan once did; how avar wanted to go about it; he’s simply imploring the council to at least try to rescue them. yoda not only telling him they should not, in fact, do any of that, but that they should focus on his nebulous idea of healing the force and basically shooing him away is…it’s bad. if i’m being nice. he’s not saying this to a jedi we haven’t met before; a coruscanti librarian who has not seen battle; he’s saying it to a jedi who was at the ground for close to every. single. major attack that has happened. a jedi that was on the legacy run investigation. jedi who was warned by the force itself. marshal of the valo temple. sole survivor of the last breath of starlight; a jedi who almost died in a ship crash, who had to cut himself off of the force because of the toll the vision took on him. to dismiss him as if any padawan or common troublemaker angers me; what kind of grandmaster are you if you refuse to not just hear out one of your most famous and accomplished masters, but to send him away? it would be awful should he do it to any jedi - but it’s worse when he does it to a first hand victim of the atrocities he brushes off. perhaps had he been willing to share the knowledge of the nameless he helped hide many years ago, someone could have come up with a solution a long time ago. no one can deny yoda is a jedi of incredible wisdom and accomplishment - but his secrecy keeps getting people killed. in the past. in phase i. at the end of this issue. and in the future to come.

#text post #the high republic #ledalausnows #elzar mann

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Nothing good ever came of an emergency meeting with the preceptors - truthfully, not much good came from a regular meeting with the panel either, but the results of today deserved more than his usual annoyed rub of temples. Dan Feng had not batted an eye when the formation of the High-Cloud Quintet occurred; a task force between all the various ships seemed an appropriate solution when the forces of Abundance and other enemies alike were waging a collective war against the Alliance felt like a smart solution. Already too, the tides of war seemed to be shifting after the coalition became solid, completed by the inclusion of Jingliu's lieutenant in command after she had passed her undoubtedly rigid review of his skills.

The well forged relationships brewing between everyone in that group had him forgetting about his own duties from time to time, eager to bask in the odd normality of their company. Jingliu had shown a surprisingly playful side to her outwardly stringent personality, Baiheng's sweet and bubbly nature had her weaving straight into just about anyone's heart and Dan Feng was deemed no exception. Yingxing's perspective as the lone short lived species was fiery and full of the life that long lived species seemed to lack - a vigor to his energy that Dan Feng found interesting and one that seemed to playfully butt heads with Jing Yuan the most of all. And Jing Yuan, the one he had known the longest second to Jingliu had etched a place in his own heart long before he was officially part of the High-Cloud Quintet. After all, it felt like he had never known what laughter truly was until Jing Yuan brought it to his shores, constant as the crashing waves were in his approach every day.

Maybe it was all these exchanges that had him forgetting about the tension between supposed tension between the vidyadhara and the rest of the long lived species, certainly borne from the fear that vidyadhara had for being unable to return to the cycle if they were to fall during battle. Points were made on both sides, it was unfair for the natives to take the brunt of soldier deaths when the Alliance didn't only consist them, but the lives of the vidyadhara were not a replenishing source - losses more permanent when a new egg on Scalegorge Waterscape didn't appear. So a solution arose there, undoubtedly made before consultation with him in yet another reminder that he was just another cog in the machine despite all his power and willpower.

An arranged marriage then, to an official of the Luofu. Vidyadhara could bear no children in general, beyond his body's own inability to do so period. The news almost drew an uncharacteristic chuckle from his stunned mouth, disbelief barely scratching the surface on whatever emotion kept tight beyond the mask of the high elder. All he could do in the moment was steel himself and pry into the web of intentions for more information on the matter - sigh leeching out of him when the only information they could provide was that this individual was a general and that they would 'surely pass any and all selection criteria that the preceptors themselves had'. Duty above all, the mantra hung heavily on his neck as always but more so today when the meeting was adjourned and he was left with his thoughts.

The thought of taking on a significant other was never a thought in Dan Feng's mind. His duties and burdens were unfair factors to bring into any relationship, less of all into one as intimate as romance. His dragon's heart agreed with that fervently - romance and emotions were liabilities that only hindered one when decisions needed to be made, complicating factors when the greater good was all that needed to be considered. At the same time, his human heart yearned for connection despite all that - warmed by the bonds that had been forged within the fires of opposition and strife; a beacon of sunlight to cut against the darkness of the moon that his soul was fated to carry through all his lives.

Fears mounted in the coming weeks and questions without answer only grew. Which general was he to be wed to? What did this mean for his coalition with the High-Cloud Quintet, could he expect to mean that he would continue on or would this so called general bask in the power of spouse instead? Surely one who had risen to the rank of general would understand the importance and the effectiveness that the HCQ had showed so far, but his years told him that people were always a variable that could never be accounted for.

Steadily, preparations for a festival began taking shape along with visits to the tailor shop to be fitted for what was undoubtedly meant to be his wedding clothes. At first, no one asked questions about his increasingly frequent partings from the group - everyone had their own responsibilities beyond those of the group so an unsaid understanding echoed through many decisions. It wasn't until Baiheng huffed a bit about how little of him everyone had seen in the last few weeks did the floodgates of questions arise and the discussion of his arranged marriage came to light. Hearing how miffed everyone was had set some light on his heavy heart after weeks of sinking, a rueful chuckle or two slipping from him when Baiheng let out another huff and Yingxing had crossed his arms in that truly annoyed way of his. Jingliu had sighed and only said that perhaps it was for the best that Jing Yuan was off the ship on a lengthy expedition once the truth was all out in the open and most of them agreed on the matter.

The issue of how to tell Jing Yuan was one that seemed to only spin in Dan Feng's head, fleeting touches and gazes held too long gestures that even he had done when it came to the other. He deserved to know in person, not over some roughened slip of paper delivered by a wayward bird but the high elder wasn't sure if he could stomach the heartbreak that was sure to show in his eyes. Jing Yuan, who had always respected his own devotion to his duties and never pushed beyond what Dan Feng was comfortable with despite the yearning that the elder could see in his golden hues, deserved more than what the fates had planned and for once he let himself feel how it pained him to be unable to be the one who could reciprocate the depths of his feelings.

The day quickly approached after that, news of a successful expedition blending in with the cheerful atmosphere that came with a festival.

"They still haven't told you who you're supposed to be married to? It's the day of already!"

"One would expect some kind of courtesy towards one in your position at least. The people would riot if they knew."

"You long lived species and your messed up customs... though guess it sounds like this isn't standard practice."

"It sure isn't! I still say we riot - they can't catch all of us!"

"Combined forces of the vidyadhara and the cloud knights would surely outnumber the four of us, even if I do appreciate the thought Bai'er."

Thankfully this conversation died down before someone finally came to retrieve him, talking about how his silks were ready for the ceremony over Baiheng's thinly veiled gestures to strike first before he bid them farewell for now. The silks were fine and comfortable against his frame, but did little to ease the chill that began to settle beneath his skin or clear the fog creeping up along his nape and back of his head. Bright and striking red filtered a muted crimson in his vision as his footsteps strained heavy on the backs of his calves when he made his way to a platform just below the grand stage in wait.

Two announcements, the announcer said with a voice loud enough to break through Dan Feng's trance before gesturing over to the other side of the stage - haze lifting from his senses when a familiar figure made his way up to the main stage...

arranged marriage || @celesticlnstcrs

#;the moon in a single sip | ic #celesticlnstcrs (jing yuan)#;arranged marriage | celesticlnstcrs (jing yuan)#//im mad at how long this ended up being but wetoiuwe

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Can you do 17 and 18?

17. Is Sakura useless?

This is another question like the "is sakura a shitty character" question. I think it's kind of stupid and I don't like it very much lol why all this attention to sakura specifically like there aren't a shit ton of characters in naruto that lots of people would consider "shitty" and "useless"? Feels a bit like the posts I talked about in my other asks from the antis LMAO telling on yourself a bit here, aren't you?

Anyway, let's first determine what constitutes a character's use in a narrative. First things that come to my mind are to drive the plot, present a problem, present a solution, be funny, be interesting, etc. Pretty standard storytelling stuff. In this way, I don't believe any character is truly "useless". Every character has a function within their narrative, and if they weren't given a specific one by the author, their presence still impacts the story, so in that way they're not void of use or purpose.

I think Kishimoto wrote Sakura into this story to serve a few purposes, but of course, to know exactly what her use is, we'd have to ask him. Her most obvious use is to serve as a love interest to naruto and also sasuke. This is the same role almost every female character in Naruto occupies. Separately, while she isn't the sole character that does this, she serves a narrative purpose as a stand-in for the viewer. Many minor characters share this role to stand by and ask what's happening, convey simple emotions like surprise, sadness, outrage, etc. Also to offer explanations the viewer could have missed, in-turn minimizing the chances of narrative confusion.

Sakura isn't a character Kishimoto is concerned with developing like the male characters, so she doesn't often serve a lot of purpose as the object of the plot. She doesn't participate in many key fights in a meaningful way, and we aren't frequently given any complex insight into her thoughts/emotions. She isn't handled with the intention to fulfill the narrative or connect to the viewer. That's just how girls in Naruto are treated unfortunately.

So, is Sakura useless? No, there aren't any characters in a narrative that serve no purpose. And in light of the sexist writing Kishimoto's quite famous for, I think it's unfair to talk about Sakura like she somehow could not have been a compelling, thoughtful, and badass character if she had only been given the same care that Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, etc. had been given.

18. Ship wars or power scaling debates?

Why not both LMAO I love a good fucking fight

as far as character analysis goes, I like to look at the canon more than create things myself, so if I'm obsessed about two characters that have real onscreen chemistry? It's ship wars babyyy

but if I'm obsessed with the complexities of naruto war as it relates to different shinobi's unique jutsus? hell yeah power scaling

#this is wisp #ask #controversial naruto asks #anon

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busdriver-55 · 2 years

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Nerdy AU

Looking For Raid by @p0lkadotdotdot: Kyl0R3n is a Cyborg tank. Lightbeam is a Monk healer. Almost every night they chat together, raid together and occasionally hit the battlegrounds of the internationally popularMMO Star Republic. Ben Solo is an architect. Rey Jackson is a structural engineer. Both work together at New Order Construction and can be seen frequently at each others throats.If only they knew... "Anyone could be anyone behind a screen and keyboard..."

Play To Win by Enterprisingly: Ben Solo – aka KyloRen – is a professional gamer, playing the first-person-shooter StarKiller for the internationally ranked eSports team, The First Order. He’s made a name for himself as a ruthless competitor with a ferocious temper and top-notch skills that can’tbe beat. That is, until a mystery player named ReyOfLight begins thoroughly trouncing him whenever they cross paths.What follows is the unlikely story of a rivalry that turns into a friendship that turns into … something else entirely, all while the eSports community watches with bated breath and popcorn in hand.

enemies-to-lovers by @the-reylo-void: Six months ago, the popular space opera Lost Galaxy did the unthinkable: it made the controversial enemy-soldier ship MattKira canon. That would be bad enough on its own, but then anti blogger Rey finds a MattKira fanfiction reblogged onto her dashboard. Her solution? Start hate-reading it and posting a running commentary on just how bad it is. One problem. The fic is actually pretty good. And then the author, KyloRen, sends her a message...

Talk to You Later by @soloredeemed: Ben and Rey are both on tumblr, they like the same fandom, and one of them stumbles upon and likes the other's post. Ben (KyloRen) is pretty well known in the Space Wars fandom, and Rey (JustRey) never expected him to reply when she sent him a dm. The two slowly become friends... (and then some). But KyloRen is, well, not who he says he is.

And I wish that you were here by @meadowhayle: Just when Rey is about to see her online boyfriend Kylo for the first time, her car breaks down in the middle of a snowed in forest. Forced to look for help she ends up at Ben Solo's cabin, who seems to be more than meets the eye.

if you're ready comic get it by violethoure666: When a chain store opens across the street from Rey's comic book store, she decides to goto war with the loathsome new owner, little realizing he's the same guy she's been internet crushing on forever. Modern You've Got Mail AU with way more comic books and tumblr instead of email.

Inked by @kylosspaceprincess: Rey Jackson is a comic book artist who works for Kyber Publishing. She spends her time sketching out comics in pencil and then sending them off to someone who will color and ink them. Kylo Ren is that someone. The two have never met, although they simply despise each other. Rey hates how Kylo sometimes colors the drawings opposite to how she imagines them, and Kylo hates how messy her sketches are and how he has to decipher which lines are meant to be there.

Skywalker Comics by msmerlin: When Rey shows up to work one rainy night during monsoon season she never expected tofind out Luke sold Skywalker Comics and that her new boss was more than she bargainedfor.

#reylo #reylo fic rec #modern au #gaming au #fandom au #comic shop au #cuteness

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Okay. The storyline in Andor about Kenari. I keep on seeing that many people think it was dropped without any solution or real answer about what happened. So hopefully it will be answered in second 2 of Andor.

But what do we know about the planet Kenari?

It's the homeworld of Cassian (Kassa) Andor and his sister Kerri who lives with other orphaned children's within the forest. Apparently they ended up living this way on the planet due to plunderers that tried to use mining on the planet.

According to the star wars wiki Kenari is rich in valuable Mineral deposits. And due to the planet Mid Rim this left the planet without protection to anyone that could end up wanting the Minerals.

The thing about Kenari which is important to keep in mind is that Cassian (Kassa) doesn't understand the basic language within the star world world when he first met Maarva and Clem (which is surprising) because almost every planet we've been to has always speaks or understand the basic language.

What happened to the parnets?

They were most likely enslaved and forced to work in the mines to get the Mineral. Or they tried to fight against the invaders and failed. But I'm aiming more to the slave idea because it would make since as to who the children are still alive without any adults.

Plus, no one on the planet knows Basic Language which would make it impossible for commutation and keep the people to Kenari easier to control.

Remember how Cassian (Kassa) reacted as a child when seeing B2EMO it would seem he has never seen a droid before, but their is mining material on the planet. But what if he has seen a droid before and that's why he seems nervous of it because the people used droids to control the Kenari people to work.

Even though Clem and Maarva end up taking Cassian with them later on, we never get to see his full reaction within the show to being taken. (So this slave theory is possible to think about)

At some point the mining accident happened. The kids end up going to live in the forest. But according to people that planet has toxic air. But it's never stated if the toxic air was their after the mines or after the ship landed and let out the yellow gas into the air because I have a feeling that Cassian actually knows the truth to this part.

Why would the Empire cover this planet up?

Remember how I wrote that the planet has rich in valuable Mineral. That's because these Minerals are used according to Leia for stormtrooper armor. Any planet rich in Minerals can be used for the trooper armor.

Plus, due to Cassian being nine when the show Andors flashback starts it's close to the Clone Wars (24 BBY). It was either a frame job by the separatists to make their factions and other planets think the Republic did this to the planet.

But their is a problem with this. Because the Clone army wasn't know to anyone in 24 BBY. But that wouldn't mean that Separatist would still have some information thanks to Dooku knowing most of Palpatine's plan.

But no one can be sure.

But if the Empire is still saying the planet has toxic air in the current timeline because they need to the Minerals to create the trooper armor.

But the main question is; Did Cassian ever return to his home planet after being taken by Clem and Maarva?

I feel like he would've gone back and see if what Maarva was saying was true. But their are rumors of Kenari people being in the galaxy if Cassian is chasing down rumors.

So clearly some did leave, or they were enslaved and taken off world. Or they were saved and places into loving homes.

Either way I guess Cassian did return and found something. He's either choosing to forget and block it out from what he saw which is why Maarva tells him that his sister is dead. It wouldn't be the first time that a character in any show chose to block out the memories of finding a loved one dead.

Or he found signs that his sister was taken off world.

Why was Maarva asking Cassian who he told about his home planet?

It's the oddest scene in Andor. Maarva doesn't know how the Empire found out Cassian was from Kenari. It doesn't seem like a thing he would've told anyone expect for Bix, who seems to be his closest friend.

But then she demanded if Cassian told his women. In other worlds he's ben sleeping around, but again, I don't see why it would matter because I highly doubted he would tell anyone about his home planet on a one night stand.

Unless Cassian has a brand or a mark which we aren't shown within the show on his skin that a woman that he is sleeping with would ask about.

#star wars #cassian andor #andor #theory #sw #star wars theory #star wars tv #Andor #Andor thoughts #Andor theory

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swan2swan · 2 years

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Star Wars fans don’t talk enough about just how much the Death Star’s destruction kriffed the Empire’s entire war effort.

The Imperial military and naval high command knew this weapon was being built. They knew what it meant, and they knew the timetable.

For years, the Imperial battle strategies for finalizing Separatist system conquest and subduing unruly sectors would have had one natural solution:

Don’t waste your resources hitting the major bases.

Chandrila, Mon Cala, and other systems probably went mostly-untouched for years before the Battle of Yavin. The Empire looked at planets nearby and sent their special forces to push propaganda, assassinate leaders, and stifle resistance cells on lesser worlds like Lothal (which was also, notably, ignored for the years leading up to Yavin).

After all, why bother coming up with schemes and resources to bring down the deflector shields of Chandrila when you’re going to have a superweapon that will ignore them? Just siege the system, harass it...you don’t want to attempt a full invasion because that’s going to waste ships and troops (picture the ion cannon on Hoth but, like, one in every major city on Earth and a hundred more in other places). Obviously having Chandrila exist as a rallying point is a terrible strategic move--every day you’re not invading is another blockade runner slipping through with resources and refugees, every day you’re not invading is another foxhole dug to resist you, another bomb planted on a key facility. And are you going to Base-Delta-Zero Chandrila? The planet with seven billion Republic citizens, billions of whom are still willing to follow the Empire once the traitors in power are gone? Families, relatives...you could risk igniting revolutions on Coruscant!

So, instead, the military focused on satellite worlds. Driving out rebels from the more midline population centers, winning them over to the Empire...and, like tiny pieces of dust being drawn to a source of static, the rebels who fled every system the Empire conquered gathered on these entrenched systems. The shipyards of Mon Cala were filled with workers, the schools of Chandrila were flooded with new diplomats, the hangars of Yavin were lined with excited new pilots. It was too easy for the rebels, really: every week the Empire delayed its invasion of these major systems was another month it would cost them when the invasion finally began.

Or so the Rebels thought.

Because the Emprie was laughing into its hand the whole time: as Imperial loyalists deserted the planets and pushed them further into Rebel hands, they only made sure that the collateral damage would be minimized when the Death Star’s light touched the planet’s surface. The central hubs of entire sectors of resistance, planets that were supplying troops to hundreds of neighboring systems, would be gone in less than a month of fighting. The Rebel supply lines would be cease to exist, their morale would shatter like the crusts of their fortress worlds, the basis for the past decade of resistance would be eliminated. No individual planet would dare to compose a resistance force to drive the Empire offworld, because if the Empire was gone, then the Death Star would appear in the sky. There would be no hope, no chance.

The only risk was that if the Death Star somehow didn’t factor into this and a lot of planets got upset, the central hubs would be almost impossible to conquer via conventional means and fuly prepared to assist all the freshly rebelling worlds. Fortunately, the odds of that are...oh dear.

#star wars #the death star #a new hope #''let them have their castles''

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You did nothing wrong and your story was wonderful. This fandom is so immature and braindead. Anyway I would love to hear your head canons about Bail!! I know you love him but I dunno if Ive ever seen you post why?? so! I present you qith an opportunity to wax poetic about Bail.

Thank you. I think that people who can relate will be able to appreciate it, and those who who can't won't, which is fine.

I love Bail Organa!!!! There is just so much about him to love and I feel like he's such an interesting character, but I really rarely see people appreciating him or using him to his full potential in fanfiction.

He's a senator who loves his people so much. During the clone wars, he was often out fighting on the frontlines. In Clone Wars Gambit, he and Breha sent personal letters to the families of each Alderaanian who died in the war. A lot of senators didn't visit their planets often once they were elected, but Bail always cared about his people and was in constant contact checking in on his planet. When he saw that the Republic wasn't working, he worked with colleagues he trusted to help start a rebellion. His focus in the Senate was on the security of democracy, and that passion continued even as the Republic failed.

I also think his friendship with Padmé is so interesting. He almost reflects Obi-Wan for her when it comes to her relationship with Anakin. He can tell that they're together, but he won't mention it unless she mentions it first. He worries about her, but he respects her privacy. When Anakin and Obi-Wan are away he goes to check in on her often, and when he sees her worried sick about them (him), his thought is like, "these poor kids, I wish I could help them."

The conversations he has with Obi-Wan in Clone Wars Gambit are so interesting to me. He trusts him before anyone else when he realizes there might be a sensitive mission. He's already losing some faith in the Republic because it's such a scary time, but he still trusts Obi-Wan, before his fellow senators (other than Padmé) and before the Jedi in general.

Obi-Wan is able to relax with him a little bit in a way he can't relax with the other Jedi. Who else would he be having a personal dinner party with? I don't think Obi-Wan has many actual friends that would be his friends outside of the war, other than Dex in a way, but Bail seems like he would be a friend to him no matter the context. He remembers his quirks and knows how to communicate with him. I can't remember what book it was in that Obi-Wan and Bail are discussing Anakin and Bail even thinks the two of them are too close, but just like he does for Anakin and Padmé, he doesn't mention it out loud and thinks, "these poor people." I don't think anyone else would have been able to coax him out of hiding in the OWK era.

The very best appeal of Bail Organa though, which is also the reason I can't take shipping him with anyone else seriously, is how much he loves his wife. I would watch an entire series about Bail and Breha Organa. He married into a royal family and took his wife's name, not because of her status, but because he wanted to dedicate himself to her. When he met her, he didn't even want to be a noble anymore - he was running away from that life! Before they met, he was dedicating himself to crossing class boundaries to help those less fortunate than him, and they continued that quest together. Alderaan's government and people were so strong because their queen and viceroy cared about every single one of them.

When Breha wanted a child and was unable to have one, he wanted a family just as much and looked for alternate resources for her. He didn't want to put her through the pain of another miscarriage, but she wanted to keep trying. They saw all of the best fertility experts on Coruscant and Alderaan, but in the end, another solution presented itself. It's so clear in the OWK show that Bail is such an amazing father for Leia. He loved her parents so much, and he loves her even more. They have such great chemistry for genuine friendship as father and daughter, and I think if he'd survived he would have been so proud of the woman she turned out to be. Don't even get me started on the phrasing of "she will be loved with us."

I love him because he is so full of love and he always wants to do what's right. He's knowledgeable about so many things, but he knows how to be careful about what he knows. He notices injustice and finds ways around it, but waits until the right time to stir the pot. It breaks my heart to know what happened to him, and even more to know how Anakin was involved. I wonder if Anakin ever thought about that, but at that point, he'd already killed so many people he loved that he was probably just another layer of sickness and grief. Whenever I watch Rogue One I'm screaming at the end for him not to go!

I don't think anyone will read this far, but that is my shortest possible summary of why I love Bail Organa ❤️

#ask #Bail Organa

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eretzyisrael · 2 years

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Emilie Rohlova is not a name to be found in the history books. Her life was a tiny footnote in a much greater story, a story of power and revenge, over which she had no control. Eighty years ago, in the summer of 1942, she was a wife and mother living in the tiny village of Lidice in Czechoslovakia just a few miles from Prague.

Just after midnight on June 10, the Gestapo and SS appeared. The villagers, powerless against such odds, were herded into the main square and separated, men from women and children. The men and those wives who refused to be separated from their husbands were taken to the nearby Horak’s farm and were summarily shot. Among them was Father Josef Stembarka, pastor of the village church for the past 33 years. Every structure in Lidice was burned to the ground and even the cemetery was dug up in an effort to “obliterate the community” - utter savagery, about which the Nazis bragged in radio broadcasts the next day and later in propaganda films.

The women and children had been taken in the night to a nearby village, where they were separated as well. The women were shipped to Ravensbruck and the children to Lodz for “inspection”. Upon inspection, 9 children were “selected” for their Aryan features, blond hair and blue eyes, and shipped to Germany for “Germanization”. The remaining children of Lidice, 81 of them, were transferred to Chelmno and murdered by carbon monoxide poisoning on July 2.

Why did this happen? What possible explanation could there be? The answer is a simple one - revenge. Just six days before the events in Lidice, Reinhard Heydrich, Deputy of the Proctectorate of Bohemia and Moravia, had died following an attempt on his life, and Hitler, in a rage, demanded retribution. Heydrich was one of the Nazi elite - head of intelligence for the SS and Gestapo, creator of the Einsatzgruppen, and principal architect of the “Final Solution”. He was young, ruthless, and entirely devoted to the Fuhrer and Nazi ideology. He was injured and ultimately died from a bomb thrown into his car by two Free Czech agents. A hasty investigation followed and the name of Horak’s farm in Lidice came up, but was proven not to be involved. When Hitler was told, he simply didn’t care. He wanted the Czechs taught a lesson…and so came the night of June 10.

After the war, 143 women and 17 children, many born after their fathers were killed, returned to the ruins of Lidice. A new village was built just meters away and is home to about 500 people. One of the “Germanized” kids came back and served for a time as mayor. A museum and rose garden now occupy the land on which the original Lidice sat and a cross rests on the hill in memory. And Emilie Rohlova? She came back in 1945 and waited for her little dark-haired girl. When she died in 1991, three secret diaries were found - diaries she wrote to her daughter for almost 50 years. “No one has read my notebook yet. When you come back we will read it together. Now I will seal it up and hide it and you can open it, my little girl, by yourself. Please come back soon, so I won’t be so alone. I kiss you in my heart…”

In memory of all the moms and dads and children who never came back.

#Emilie Rohlova #WW2 #Holocaust #Czechoslovakia

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The heteronormativity is bad but it’s not even just that. I think the bigger problem in the Byler vs Melvin ship war is that since mlm fandoms have a reputation of being misogynistic and hating the female character for “getting in the way” everyone automatically assumes that Bylers fall under that category too (I’ve had sapphic friends who don’t watch the show tell me that they hate Byler because they think that the fans hate women even though most of us are queer women ourselves) and so we have to be extra nice and accommodating and apologize every time anyone even mildly criticizes El on here otherwise we’re labeled misogynistic (and even ableist even though El has no canonical disabilities). Which I think is so dumb because El is a flawed character and that’s a big part of what makes her interesting. Discussing her mistakes doesn’t mean that we hate her, in fact I would go as far as to say that people who recognize her flaws and love her for them care about El more than fake-woke Twitter feminists who try to strip her of all her less than perfect qualities. And don’t even get me started on how acceptable homophobia is in the Melvin fandom. The way that they shit on Will all the time and want to erase him and have him die in the name of “supporting women” is disgusting and idk why Bylers try so hard to cater to these people and just get along. There is no need and there shouldn’t be any desire to get along with homophobes. It’s okay to just hate things and it’s not morally wrong to dislike Melvin and want to stay far away from it.

Mmmm. Well first off I appreciate your honesty and want to (sorry for phrasing it the therapist way lmao) hold space for your irritation with how ignorant people can be in fandom spaces, because it is very real—and especially given the complicated history mlm ships carry in fandom historically, I can see how byler being pigeonholed into the same "you just want to get rid of the girl for your mlm ship" space is frustrating as hell, especially now that it's officially semi-canon.

Also, to your point about El: I agree that there are far too many people who behave as though acknowledging that characters (especially female ones) can be multi-faceted + make mistakes / be imperfect is somehow tantamount to a misogyny, even though good characters (male or female) must have internal challenges and conflicts so they aren’t one-note in the narrative. Too many people act as though their personal resonance or projection onto a character should define everyone else’s understanding and analysis of that character, and that’s something that happens a lot with El, especially in the case of the space she occupies in relationship to Byler.

Personally, I've avoided most of that discourse by not engaging with Byler "versus" Mlvn conversations for the most part, but that I still notice and react to myself when it comes into my space—particularly the "you're misogynistic or ableist" conversation, considering almost all of that is rooted in headcanons and projections, and not El's (or Mike's...or Will's) canonical characterization. You’re completely right to want to stay far away from that kind of discourse/energy—staying away from how I’ve kept myself sane and enjoying st in spite of how chronically online some of the fandom's takes can be.

I don't think there is any solution to it (people are like that in every fandom space, and I don't think they're gonna stop being willfully ignorant or heteronomative now), but...it helps that I know most of the argument surrounding "byler is trying to get rid of El" is based on either not knowing the show, unchecked emotion, or poor media comprehension, because media literate analysis makes it clear that all three characters involved are deeply complex, growing individuals whose stories all have their own purpose—El's is just moving independent, while Mike & Will's are moving toward each other.

People who don't understand or can't see that—or who want to start arguments over byler based on nothing but their understanding of other mlm ships, or their need to posture solely for the sake of being "right" on the internet—are, quite frankly, not people I'm trying to converse with if I can help it. I don't need to be an advocate for byler badly enough to put up with any of that lmao.

Thanks for the ask!

#I'm really sorry that people are saying shit like that to you tho anon!#its wild to me that people have decided byler is just 'another one of those irritating mlm ships' without even seeing the show???#people are wild lmao #asks

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