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kalevalakryze · 9 months

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March On

For Bo-Katan Week Day Two: wedding/marriage Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Ahsoka Tano, Captain/Commander Rex (CC-7567) Warnings: mentions of loss & grief Summary:”Ahsoka, wait.. you can’t go out there like that,” Bo-Katan started, her hand resting heavily on a bare shoulder. The Togruta spun to face her, Bo had to look away at the mirrored reflection of loss and pain. She’d buried everyone she knew, and Bo understood, she also understood that allowing Ahsoka to throw herself at the Imperials with nothing to protect her would be dangerous. “Look, I don’t know how much it’ll help a Jetti,” The Mandalorian made quick work of peeling away the upper half of her armor, before unzipping her flight suit to reveal the heavy vest she wore beneath it all, dark blue with beskar alloy woven into the fibers. Ahsoka’s markings furrowed as she watched the redhead remove the under armor. “Bo-Katan…” The Togruta understood what the relinquishing of armor meant to someone, especially when the Kryze crest was emblazoned across where the human’s heart had been. “You don’t have to… you aren’t Mandalorian, it doesn’t have to mean anything-“ Notes: injury mention, mentions of loss, but it's soft and I love them , for Bo-Katan Week, Day 2, Marriage/Wedding. Word Count: 2,755

AO3 Link: here!

The minute they’d cleared away the suddenly hostile Republic forces, Bo-Katan Kryze had sent out search parties, a dozen kom’rk class fighters taking to hyperspace to try and find the Jetti and her men, with the hopes that whatever had happened to the blue and orange clones that had left behind, had avoided the clones transporting Maul.

Bo-Katan hadn’t been able to shake the unease, or the soldiers who’d flocked to the planet under the banner of an ‘Empire.’ When her scouts reported the wreck of Ahsoka’s ship, and the mass grave that resided on the desolate moon, along with a single platinum saber, the weight of the loss settled in. Bo-Katan had come to terms that all she’d care for were doomed to be lost. So she focused her attentions to Mandalore, because, even she couldn’t lead a planet to ruin, right?

The Niteowls and all who allied with her often found themselves forced off planet to avoid imperial sympathizers. They had fled to Ithor to throw Imperials off their trail, while bringing the fight to the ancient planet as well, holing up in Tafanda Bay to keep their cover among thousands. It was in the city streets that they’d spotted an all too familiar set of montrals, where Bo-Katan had given chase, and observed the look alike phantom as she attacked clone troopers, never killing them, but instead taking them down and allowing a hooded accomplice to drag them further off.

At some point to her chase, however, Bo-Katan had lost the mysterious Togruta. The Mandalorian had stepped aside to go over her information, and hopefully pull an attack patterns from what she’d learned, when an arm slammed into her chest and forced her against the wall. The beskar protected her from the worst of it, though there was an unnatural force to the way the woman’s copper arm pressed into her, keeping her immobile even with her larger frame.

“Ahsoka…?” Bo-Katan breathed as she stared down at the woman pinning her to the wall. There was no way it could have been anyone else, she’d never seen repeated markings on anyone in the entire species before, and Ahsoka’s eyes were just this… certain shade of blue that Bo-Katan had never been able to place.

“Bo-Katan, what are you-“

“Commander, what’s going on?” A clone’s voice spoke, Bo turned her head to the side to stare at the blue painted jaig eyes on a white trooper helmet.

“Oro’nas, it’s okay Rex,” The arm against her chest sagged, and suddenly Bo-Katan was grabbing her elbows to help keep the Jetti up.

“What happened to you guys?” Bo questioned as she slung Ahsoka’s arm over her shoulder, arm pulling around her waist to hold up her dropping weight.

“Tell you about it in a minute, do you have somewhere safe we can go?” Ahsoka grumbled, fingertips grasping at Bo-Katan’s armor to keep herself standing. The smell of burnt flesh reached Bo’s nose behind her helmet, her head tilting down to follow the smell, finding the decent sized burn across the Jetti’s shoulder.

“I do, and a medkit, come on,”

“Rex, I need you to go back to the others, they’re going to need you when they wake up,” Ahsoka spoke to the Clone, who looked like he’d wanted to argue, his weight shifting between his feet as his head turned back and forth between the two women and further down the alley. “I’ll be safe, I need you to keep them safe, now,”

The captain’s shoulders dropped when he realized he’d lost, before he straightened himself and leveled Bo-Katan with a glare she could feel through both their visors. He didn’t need to speak for Bo to nod her head in their silent understanding, then, with a final look, he was disappearing into the darkness of the domed city.

Ahsoka’s weight was increasing as the Togruta dropped into her arms to steady herself, paling fingers grasping at the hood of her singed robes to yank over her head. The tip of her right Montreal poked from a hole in the worn fabric, but other than that, it served its purpose in concealing the woman beneath her.

Bo-Katan made quick strides in rushing Ahsoka back to the motel she’d scraped enough creds to get for a couple nights. The other Niteowls had all split up to keep their tails harder to find, so she didn’t have to worry about raising any alarm when she shoved into the room with the pain-drunk Jetti.

“Ahsoka, hey, c’mon,” Bo called as she lowered the younger woman onto the edge of the bed. “I have to take off your robe to get to your shoulder, but I need you to tell me it’s okay,” And maybe, two years ago, if they’d been in this situation, Bo wouldn’t have even cared enough to get the Togruta to safety. But she’d grown since then, had grown in all her losses since The Clone Wars started, even.

She’d wound up having to cut the fabric the rest of the way off the Togruta, where she quickly learned that being a fugitive Jedi was in no way easier than being an ‘empire hating traitorous Mandalorian’ The blaster burn wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but the physical and emotional exhaustion was clearly catching up to her, Bo could almost guess with a certainty that Ahsoka had been moving nonstop since the Republic’s fall, something she could relate to a little too well these days.

Bacta and bandages were doled out across damaged skin, a burn here, a laceration there, an ugly dark bruise over there. Bo-Katan was careful with each application, projecting the care she knew her own injuries needed onto the younger woman on her bed.

Ahsoka, who had been in a blissful state of limbo between wakefulness and slumber, blinked up at the Mandalorian as she worked, markings furrowed so tight together that Bo could almost feel her think. “What?” The redhead snapped instinctively, once she finished packing the medkit away and finally let her own eyes meet the startling blue of Ahsoka’s.

“The Jedi are gone,” She answered, instead of offering a reasoning for her staring. “There were chips in the clones heads’ to control them… Palpatine is a Sith,” She turned over in the bed and curled herself into a tight ball. “We didn’t see any of it coming,”

Bo-Katan paused, hand hovering just inches away from the young woman’s leg, her brows furrowing. What the kriff was she supposed to say to that? How could she say anything to offer comfort or sympathy in any genuine manner, when all she’d felt since everything went to shit had been numbness? “Rex and I. . . We’ve been trying to free as many as we can, but it’s not safe for any of them for me to be near them,”

“You’re going to use me as a way to ditch them,” Bo stated, lips pressing into a thin line as the Togruta’s head nodded against the sheets.

“It’s not safe for them-“

“But is it going to be safe for you? Where are your sabers? You don’t even have a blaster, or any kind of protection, do you even have a ship?” There was an incredulous high note to her voice, expressing how the entire plan sounded like bantha shit. “gar shuk meh kyrayc, you need to give yourself time,”

“I think you’re the last person who can say anything about taking time, Lady Kryze,” There was an edge to her tone that Ahsoka didn’t typically carry, not the Jetti she’d known. But then, she’d died, hadn’t she? Even if it was Ahsoka Tano’s body in front of her, the kid who she’d met on Carlac, or the woman who’d helped her lay siege to her home and drive out the Sith’s Shadow Collective, until the Clones had razed their work to the ground. Ahsoka had to become someone different, in a war where she stood with very few behind her, and no reinforcements against the entire Grand Army of the Republic’s resources.

Ahsoka was getting up, Bo-Katan’s hand still hovering as she stared at the Togruta’s jerky movements, the way she straightened herself up and brushed away dirt. “I know the risks, and the consequences that come with it, I’ve accepted them a long time ago,”

When she moved for the door, Bo-Katan stood, finally reaching out and grabbing her arm to keep her still. She knew the Jetti could throw her off if she’d wanted, but still the mandalorian took a breath. “Ahsoka, just wait, I can’t let you go like this,” The woman spun, fiery blue meeting the soft off-green of her own, and Bo forced her shoulders to relax, even if her fight instinct wanted to kick in at the sight of a practically cornered apex predator.

Bo-Katan forced herself to look away, to stare at the hard line between the orange and white of her facial markings, the catch the way skin furrowed in simmering anger and resentment, feelings she knew the jetti preached against, but none of which she could blame her for. Not after she’d had to bury and watch everyone she loved die.

“Look, I don’t know how much it’ll help a Jetti,” The Mandalorian made quick work of peeling away the upper half of her armor, tossing it onto the bedspread before unzipping her flight suit to reveal the heavy vest she wore beneath it all, dark blue with beskar alloy woven into the fibers. It wasn’t a common practice among most Mandalorians, to double up on their armor, in fact, the armored vest had only been produced by the New Mandalorians who gave up their armor, she’d found that piece in her ori’vod’s closet after her death, made to help her survive an assassination attempt (she didn’t want to think about Satine’s chance of survival if she’d been wearing it when Maul killed her, it hurt too much).

Ahsoka’s markings furrowed as she watched the redhead remove the under armor. “Bo-Katan…” The Togruta understood what the relinquishing of armor meant to someone, especially when the Kryze crest was emblazoned across where the human’s heart had been.

“You don’t have to… you aren’t Mandalorian, it doesn’t have to mean anything-“ Because it technically was an exchange of armor, it meant more than the spare clothes she’d given her on Mandalore, because it meant she cared enough to ensure protection.

Ahsoka reached out to take the armor, rubbing the stiff metal woven material between her fingers. “The clones taught me a lot about Mandalorians, everything they’d passed down between each other from their donor,” Her anger simmered into nothing, then, and Bo was able to relax for real. “I used to ask, when I saw pieces traded off between the battalions, or when Kote started to wear Master Kenobi’s robes…”

“Ahsoka, if you’re going to leave them behind,” Bo-Katan’s hand slid from her bicep to her free hand. “I want you to join my clan, if… if you want, so you aren’t alone,” She knew the Jetti and the Mandalorians’ had different views about death, but they’d all believed that no one was ever truly gone, and if Bo-Katan managed to die still considered a Mandalorian, she wanted her march to be with Ahsoka, even with the rift the world was forcing between her and those she loved.

“You have a saying, don’t you ? When you offer this?” Ahsoka’s fingers interlocked with Bo-Katan’s, the redhead squeezing as she nodded, calm, for a woman who was practically standing topless into the Jedi equivalent of a kicked tooka.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.” Bo-Katan explained, weight shifting from foot to foot. “I know, that we’ll be apart often, I may never see you again,” Ahsoka’s head nodded solemnly at this. “But, we’d always be together, even if the entire galaxy is against us, keeping us apart, I’ll still be there,”

When Ahsoka moved, Bo-Katan had half a mind to tense up or fight back, because really, when Ahsoka’s arms wrapped around her neck, the redhead had to come to terms with how long it’s been since someone hugged her. The body armor was pressed between them, Bo-Katan’s arms wrapped tight around her waist as Ahsoka’s fingers once more scrambled for purchase, this time, against bare skin instead of her armor. “The Jedi code forbids attachments,” Ahsoka pointed out in a whisper, bringing something akin to a cocky smirk to the human’s lips.

“Then it’s a good thing you aren’t a Jetti, if you accept, you’ll be Mandalorian by right.. though we don’t have a witness,”

“The force can bear witness, no one’s ever truly gone,” Bo let herself believe, for just a moment, that maybe it was true, that maybe the feeling of being watched not as prey, but with care, could be Satine, or hell, even Pre, before he’d gone nuts.

“Alright,” Her hands moved to take the armor and help slide it over Ahsoka’s shoulders, raising the fabric so it wouldn’t catch on the bandaging job she’d done on her shoulder, “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” Once again, Bo took Ahsoka’s hands in her own, thumb brushing against bruised knuckles as she spoke, finally forcing her eyes to lock with Ahsoka’s own.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Ahsoka echoed, her hands squeezing Bo-Katans. Both of their faces lit up in a small smile, before the shorter woman was leaning up to capture Bo’s lips in a kiss that was more toothy smiles than anything.

“I know you have to go, but would you consider staying? Just for the night, and I’ll get you what you need when you have to go,”

Ahsoka seemed to ponder this, though the way she’d lowered herself back onto the bed beside Bo’s armor told her enough. “Alright, but I still have to give you something, it’s part of the exchange… I don’t have any armor, but do you think you could get a hold of some orange and white paint?”

It had been easy enough to fulfill the request before midnight had struck the chronometers, and soon enough, Bo-Katan was helping pack gear into a bag while Ahsoka worked on her left pauldron on the other side of the room. “Should I be scared about what you’re doing?” She called over the noise of the Togruta sanding away paint echoed off the thin walls.

“No, I mean, probably, I’ve only ever painted plastoid before, but.. it’s fine,”

“gotal’ad, help us,” A white paint tipped brush was thrown at her, thumping harmlessly against the pillow she’d raised to deflect it. “That paint was already there when I rented the room,” Bo decided with a nod of her head, before she went to secure the bag,

“Anyways, I’m all done,” Ahsoka used the force to call the brush to her hand, before dropping it onto the little fold out table in the corner. When she presented the repainted pauldron, Bo-Katan blinked.

Blue trim, orange background, and the white markings that were etched into Ahsoka’s face since birth. She knew it was important to her, enough so that the clones had bore the marks to express their admiration and love. She didn’t see it as a secondhand gesture, but the honor of being seen as worthy to wear it. It was the marking of clan Tano, truly. “I’ve always needed some more color,” Bo pointed out with a smile, offering her shoulder for the Togruta to fit the pauldron back on. “It looks good,” She confirmed, leaning to press her lips to Ahsoka’s forehead, a smile tugging at her own as she pulled back.

The duo didn’t sleep the rest of the night, but when it was time for Ahsoka to go, they both felt more relaxed than they had since their time before the siege. Bo-Katan had led Ahsoka to the shipyard to watch her go in the small freighter she’d secured the night prior. As she’d watched the ship’s thrusters engage to take the newly minted Mando into the greater galaxy, Bo-Katan let her fingers touch the paint on her pauldron. There was no doubt in Bo-Katan's mind that this would be the last time they would see each other like this, at least... for some time. "Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la"

Translations: Jetti - Jedi oro'nas - gloves off/stand down gar shuk meh kyrayc - you're no use dead ori'vod's - older sibling's Kote - 'Glory' used to refer to Grand Marshal Commander Cody, CC-2224 Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors. gotal’ad - maker/creator Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - not gone, merely marching far away

#Bo-Katan Kryze #Ahsoka Tano #Bosoka #Captain Rex #The Clone Wars #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #star wars #The clones have Mandalorian Heritage #the clones are mandalorians too #by blood #ahsoka tano is a little sister to the clones #and they were riduurs #mando'a #they both need a break #and a hug #and forehead kisses #bkw2023 #bo katan week

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l3m-ntwo · 9 months

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I just want Bad and Dapper to live like hermits so bad, just walk in a random direction and walk for a thousand blocks out and build a cabin in an enchanted forest or something, Dapper loves the biome, give him his own hobbit house there and live comfy.

They don't even need to leave the current house behind, it can be just the public house while the fictional cabin be a private one, only for them to see. Now I know that won't stop the code or the federation to come and visit but fuck those guys, this cabin is gonna be safe from drama, lore shit and egg-murdering/kidnapping players. No one calling you for a favor, no one asking you to make this and that, it's gonna be the normal life cabin! Tired of your life being constantly in danger? Come to the normal life cabin where you can live normally.

Even for just a few minutes it's gonna be such a relief for Dapper and Bad.

#no /neg #just thoughts i had in the shower #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dapper #they both need a break #i could be wrong but i don't care #i just got up from sleep #qsmp #qsmpblr

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baconcolacan · 10 months

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Is it wierd that I'm imaging blue leader just having vacation? Like for 3 day or a week and the world his collapsing but he's just sitting somewhere with colourful shorts and a shirt on and sunglasses and just thinking

"Not my problem, not today atleast" 🌴🍹

Okay I’m answering this one cause I’m able, and also as proof I’m not ignoring all the Two Kings asks, its only cause I wanna DRAW those other ones so HHHH anyone who sent me TK asks, keep your peepers peeled in the future 👀

As for this ask: I would LOVE for Blue to take a vacation, he sorely SORELY needs it BUT I doubt his sponsors would let him. Poor guy can’t catch a break with them over his shoulders.

#asks #anonymous #Two Kings ao3 #He needs to recuperate somewhere else AWAY from the war #even if it means being apart from Red #they both need a break

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truly-morgan · 7 months

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[AA cross-over, JC moves to the US, befriend Edgeworth]

Jiang Cheng + Miles Edgeworth | Mo Dao Zu Shi Cross-over Ace Attorney + Modern AU 30-05-2022

[#mdzs #AceAttorney cross-over, #jiangcheng #milesedgeworth, modern sett.]

Jiang Cheng hadn't been surprised when he was basically shipped to America.

"We are expanding our company, I need someone to look over it in America" his father had said.

He knew very well this was all so he wouldn't be close to him all while not angering him too much his wife as he wasn't kicking him out.

But it was alright, he could roll with it, he would show them.

and with that Jiang Cheng had started to work even harder than before, ready to prove what he could do. He was pretty satisfied that the result he had were better than what anyone else had expected at first.

all this was achieved by him never really taking a break, working hard nearly every day without much care for his health.

All this to his assistant exasperation. The man had known him even before he started working at his father's company, caring about the younger man. This lead him to force him to take a break once everything was more stable and no one could really argue about the incredible job he did.

this is how Jiang Cheng ended up forced on a vacation for a weekend, driving himself to some kind of somewhat isolated retreat spa or something like this, he didn't really follow what his assistant said as he was only thinking about the work he would be missing out on ("the tickets are already bought! You have no choice but to go" he was told).

"Maybe some calm will help me" he had sighed at some point on his way there.

He did raise a brow when he saw a car speeding in the opposite direction, wondering why anyone would drive so fast away from somewhere that was meant to make you relax.

"Gumshoe, I swear your pay will be revised in the next evaluation" he heard mumbled as he got out of his car, finding a man on the side typing on his phone.

"Everything's good sir?" Jiang Cheng asked, unsure if he should really intervene with the angry-looking man.

"I am trying to call the man who dare call himself my friend, but I have no signal" the man sighed in frustration, "May I ask if you might have any?" he politely asked while joining him.

Jiang Cheng did take a look at his own phone, offering a sorry smile to the man. "No signal either" he replied, "I see I am not the only one being forced here".

The man looked a bit surprised by his word, before letting another frustrated sigh leave him. "Dare I assume it is also because you are 'working too much'?" the stranger asked.

This made Jiang Cheng chuckle a little, still a bit frustrated about it too. "Yes".

There was a silence afterwards, making Jiang Cheng a bit awkward, unsure of what to do from here. He was relieved when the man decided to extend a hand towards him, presenting himself "I am Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor".

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. He had heard about the man more than once before, although not always presented in a good light. He did suppose it changed a bit in recent times.

"Jiang Cheng, COO of the Jiang Corp. branch in America" he said next.

Some recognition seemed to also pass on to the other man's face. He was still not used to people vaguely knowing who he was.

"Why don't we head inside?" suggested Jiang Cheng, "If we are to be stuck here, might as well settle down and have some tea".

Edgeworth seemed to think about it, before another sigh left him, this time looking resigned to stay here. "I suppose it couldn't do too much damage to take the weekend off" he admitted.

Like this they went inside, taking care of their reservation ("It must be fate, our rooms are next to each other" Jiang Cheng had joked a little when they were given their keys).

It was already getting late on a Friday night and so they decided to have dinner together. "I am sure having some company will make this trip a little bit better" Edgeworth commented.

And it did make the weekend pass by more quickly and in a less boring (and lonely) way than he first thought it would be. He dared to assume it was the same for the lawyer.

He never expected to connect so easily with the man, both borderline workaholics.

sure the treatments at the spa helped him relax, but having someone to talk about (or sometimes bitch about) work was nice and surprisingly therapeutic. He felt like he couldn't really do this with his assistant since he was still trying to keep a vague impression of professionalism between them.

After their little forced vacation, they decided to keep in contact, meeting only now and then at first, usually to have tea or dinner.

but soon their little rendez-vous became more frequent. It was their own little way to have a day away from work (before being forced to have one again) where they could talk about work without it technically really being work.

Edgeworth would complain about his cases and how bad the investigation would have gone while drinking his tea, sometimes exasperated despite something in him not complaining that justice had been done right.

"You complain about him quite a lot, but you seem to like him just as much" Jiang Cheng teased him after yet another trial where he was up against Wright. This did earn him a scoff.

"You don't see me mentioning you also enjoying a certain young master's visit more than you would let shown" the man had argued back, which man Jiang Cheng roll his eyes, not without a small smile on his lips.

Sometimes they'd be joined by Jiang Cheng's nephew as he came to visit him with his parents. The boy had been shy at first towards the other serious-looking man, but had slowly warmed up to him despite not understanding what he would say, his jiujiu needing to play translator for them.

"I sadly never learned Chinese" Edgeworth admitted with a small smile, "maybe it could be something I should pick up one day"

"I could help you if you ever need someone's help" Jiang Cheng offered with a laugh, a little a-ling also giggling with him despite not understanding what was happening before going back to his drawing.

They enjoyed sharing a good cup of tea every Saturday, talking and sometimes just sitting in silence, enjoying the time spent together. Maybe the reason they met wasn't one they enjoyed, but they weren't so mad to have find a good friend at the same time.

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(I ran out of ideas here but maybe one day I'll pick up this cross-over, I dunno why, I just feel like I wanna see more of these two workaholic sarcastic men together)

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#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #aa #ace attorney #jiang cheng #miles edgeworth #cross-over #friendship #stressed out men #they both need a break #modern au

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stonedeafdogarch · 2 years

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his hands rest upon his cane in waiting. He wonders if she’s gonna show up , he was trying his best to be more social and with Roy being gone constantly with meeting upon meeting , it was starting to get to him that he wasn’t being included. What kind of things were being hidden from him? He wasn’t of use anymore. Broken , broken , broken , that was all he was. He’d written her a note in surprisingly good writing ( he’d been practicing with his new prosthetic , although these hands still shake , he will try.

[ join me for lunch if you want to , gonna be in the usual spot. Bringing Ducky along ] he wrote and left it where she could find it. Truth be told , he was lonely. But he stands there , glancing down at the time here and there , his canine sitting proud to be next to him. The more he stands , the more the pain in his back hurts , glancing up at the clouds he wonders if there’s any good sleeping spots around here. But just then he feels her leash tug and that tail is wagging. And Emil makes the move to start to walk up to his colleague.

@farginen

#farginen #hello!! I hope this is okay!!#i just kinda wrote this when i had the muse and i like to think that they have a specific place they meet up when theyre both off of work???#they both need a break

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 1 month

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We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.

#making a delirious whumpee both needed AND dangerous my beloved #devolving into a living weapon out of need #even as it breaks caretaker's heart #whumpee #caretaker #living weapon whumpee #delirious whumpee #magical whump #whumblr #whump #my stuff #out of it whumpee

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whimsicalsesquipedalian · 7 months

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Y’all I’m literally never going to be okay about Simon and Betty.

Simon realising that their whole relationship he hadn’t been examining why Betty always followed him because he was too focused on his love for her and not what she really needed. Not what they both really needed.

The devastating parallel of Betty being so blindly in love with Simon that she willingly and unthinkingly always put him first. And Simon being so blindingly in love with Betty that he saw her being happy and so never thought to fucking question whether those were the right decisions to make. Enabling them every time because they were in love and that was what she wanted, right? She wanted to be with him. She loved him. She was happy. So why would he think it should be any different?

And Betty reassuring Simon that she made her own choices. That he didn’t hold her anywhere. That he never forced her to be with him, or put him first. That she made those decisions and that she didn’t have any regrets. But that they both had to let this go because as long as they were focused on each other neither of them were ever going to be able to have the life they needed.

That they had both been trapped for so long carving pieces of themselves out for other people. Betty in her blind devotion when it came to Simon. Simon in his belief that his crimes as the Ice King, and that all the ways he had let down Betty, meant the only purpose and worth he could have was in sacrificing himself for others.

That they both deserved self-possession and the ability to find autonomy and actualisation as individuals. That they deserved to make their own choices, the good and the bad, and just live without the blind devotion, and guilt, and sacrifice that was going to trap them in this loop forever.

That they meant everything to each other, but that now they needed to mean everything to themselves. That the only way forward was on different paths, but that they both deserved that. That they were able to show each other that they deserved that.

That Simon gets to live now.

I will never be okay about this show. Or these two.

#fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #simon petrikov #betty grof #simon and betty #i am not okay #but I’m also fucking so happy that this is how the story ended for them #that they got to break the cycle and just fucking live for once #that there wasn’t a blame game or resentment or hatred #just an understanding that they loved each other #but that they way they both loved each other wasn’t what they needed #that letting go was the only way forward #but that they had no regrets #that the time they had was so fucking meaningful #but that it was time to move on #it was time to live

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varyathevillain · 9 months

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gonna keep thinking about how Gabriel went back to straightening out his posture and a certain booming and superior tone to his voice when he got his memories back... until he looked at Beelzebub. and then he crossed hands over his chest, breathed out, music kicked in... and it's as if a weight fell off him: his whole body became looser and less rigid, his voice turned oh so soft, even his face shown the way we only saw from Amnesiac!Gabriel - open and happy and in love with the world. in this case, his whole world. absolutely fantastic acting from Jon Hamm to convey just how much Gabriel's love for Beelzebub meant to him, how it breaks his shell of official pompousness immediately.

#the system breaks everyone and we need to destroy it and kill Gd right?#Good Omens Season 2 #GO S2 #Good Omens Season 2 spoilers #Good Omens #GO Gabriel #obviously both Gabriel and Beelzebub need to recognise how *they* fucked Aziraphale and Crowley up #and apologise for the behaviour in like. a proper way not expecting forgiveness #but they're in a honeymoon phase i don't think we're prying them off each other for until season 3 for a proper conversation #text post #Varya rambles #Jon Hamm #ineffable bureaucracy #1k #2k

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junotter · 9 months

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All the jokes about Ken and horses are good but I just wanna say it's such a good parallel to how actual young men get swept into misogyny and the patriarchy.

Like they're told to believe it means men get to be cool and manly and have this power but with that comes extremely rigid commands of what they can be as a man and a cycle of self hatred for never matching those gender roles perfectly. Patriarchy tells men that if they just do exactly what is expected of them, then they get all the "cool stuff" that comes with. That doesn't work though when there's only a small group that actually gets that power, but men will keep trying to fit into those roles in hopes that they can.

In the end there are no horses or the myth men are told, it's just endless cycles of self hatred and ingroup fighting.

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie spoilers #ig #ive got a lot more on how barbie looks at feminism and the patriarchy cause god they did it #not to say there isnt faults such as very little conversation about intersectionality #but i can also understand the impossible task of talking about EVERYTHING in one movie #not everyone will be happy and thats fine #anyway i think something barbie did really well is fight this battle of both wanting so deeply to love (romantically or not) men but also #not dismissing the fact its mens job to solve their problems themselves #that even if women need to be the front runners of breaking the patriarchy men cannot rely on them to solve their own problems completely #also just god im so glad this wasnt a girl boss slay movie #women deserve respect and love and life regardless of accomplishment #we should not have to be ceos and presidents and world problem solvers to gain equality #i can also understand if nonbinary people feel left out/disconnected from the movie #but as always gender abolition and acknowledging the gender binary (ie the one societially impossed) go hand and hand 👍#just incase cause idfk terfs dni the barbie movie is not for you #barbie literally states constantly that her gender has nothing to do with (non existent) genitals so f off

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regonold · 1 year

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Plants don't like danny

No matter what he does or how hard he tries they always die in his care

So when sam ask him to take care of her plants while she was away for at most a week he was worried but he could last a week he would stick to sams list of how and when to care for the plants

When sam was delayed for an aparent month because her parents decided to extend their vacation he got worried and when the first plant started to show signs of death he decided to take drastic measures

This is how dr pamela isley aka poison ivy found herself kidnapped out of arkham to care for a young girls plants

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton #poison ivy #danny kidnaps ivy out of arkham to help with sams plant's #harley quinn #harley tracks ivy down expecting to have to fight only to find her teaching a kid who looks like death warmed over how to care for plants #jazz comes to scold danny for breaking someone out of prison only to meet harley and thrilled to have someone with an therapist there #danny needs therapy #they both get semi adopted #more so once they hear the Fentons regularly talk about wanting to rip apart the town hero

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 23 days

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AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of something you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

#thank you 🌺 anon my beloved….. i am kissing your beautiful brain #😭😭😭😭 now i kinda wanna write this oh no #my anons keep making my wip list longer this isn’t fair T—T #(i love you all very much)#NO BUT THIS IS SO BIGBRAINED IT’S INSANE #fashion designer!sugu the loml…. model!satoru just feels so natural too #i think they’re both very mature!!!!!!!#there are some aus where i think satoru would lean towards his more bratty hs self #but here i feel like he’s similar to the way he is in canon :3 just. silly and goofy and passionate abt what he does #AND very fond of youth. of people with lofty goals and dreams and starlight in their eyes #(<- has gotten carried away)#YOU GET IT THOUGH i know you’ll see the vision 🌺 anon 🫂🫂🫂 we’re holding hands #i need them both #need suguru to buy me expensive coffee while satoru feeds me pieces of a pastry #for some reason i keep thinking of coffee breaks i might. just be hungry 😭😭😭#ask tag ✩#🌺 anon !! ✩#geto x reader #gojo x reader #stsg x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

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