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nad-zeta · 3 years

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Mitsuhide- Mealtime Mayhem

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairings: Mitsuhide x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1700+

Comments: Eeeeep HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINEKO!!!! Whooop Whooop! //dances around ❤❤Hope you have the best day! ❤😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @mineko811

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You reached for the doorknob of your shared apartment, key turning slowly as you went to step inside. Feet aching after the long day at work, you passed through the doorway, excited to greet your lover but instead being met with a puff of white smoke. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as a cough ripped through your chest. You dared to trudge deeper into the apartment, kicking your heels off and leaving the door ajar— in hopes that the smoke would disperse to hopefully at least restore some of your vision.

You felt around the room blindly, cautiously walking to avoid stubbing your unsuspecting toes against any chair legs or counter corners.

You spotted him there— amid the smoke— white hair blending in all so perfectly. That dense mist-like smoke creating an eerie feel of mystery and danger, perfect to disguise the mischievous fox within. You couldn’t help but think it suited him.

You sauntered up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and standing up onto the very top of your tippy toes to peek over his shoulder to see the absolute disaster he was creating. “Whatcha making there love?” you asked curiously, giving him a loving peck on the cheek.

Mitsuhide turned around, a snakelike smile plastered across his features as if there was nothing out of the ordinary— as if he wasn’t there setting your house on fire with his culinary train smash.

He expertly evaded the question— master of avoidance and deception— or so he liked to claim—standing in front of the smoking mess, to shield it from your prying eyes. “Welcome home, my dearest mouse,” he beamed, holding your cheeks hostage between his hands to keep your eyes focused solely on him.

To humour him or not to humour him, that is the question?

Making your choice, you ducked down around him, shaking your head at the scene in front of you. “What in the world? Are you trying to imitate your latest investigation?” you teased, shooting him a playful little grin over your shoulder.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with, my dearest; now pray tell how your day has been,” he hummed out, trying once more to distract you with hands falling onto your hips, nuzzling his nose against you lovingly.

“My day,” you started, sparing the dodgy pan a final glance before turning to shrug off your coat as you took up residence atop a nearby kitchen counter. “ Was busy as usual, nothing to write home about,” you reported nonchalantly.

It was a long and tedious day, filled with the usual work, politics and chaos, certainly not the most ideal way you wanted to spend your birthday. On the contrary, you wanted nothing more than to spend your birthday at home, with Mitsu. Guilt tugged at your heart when you thought back to the morning— being greeted with soft cuddles and golden eyes filled with a dazzling glint of excitement at the prospect of a day off. He rarely got time off, and your heart sank even further, knowing the amount of effort and strings that needed to be pulled to allow it. Yet alas, the universe had different plans for you, as shortly after hearing out all the thrilling plans he had made, you had gotten a call summoning you into work.

“Whiskey?” you sighed out, breaking the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. Without waiting for an answer, you reach across the counter to take hold of the whiskey bottle and two glasses. You poured the golden liquid into the glasses, adding a few ice cubes before holding one out towards Mitsuhide.

“My, are you certain you would not like to write home about your day? The stiff drink certainly is telling, mouse”, he teased with amusement and hints of concern, swishing the knife in the air casually before cutting up some onions and throwing it with the unidentified contents of the still smoking pan.

“Would you write back if I do,” you met his tease with a tired smile, handing him his drink and clicking your glass with his.

Mitsuhide simply shook his head, chuckling while taking a sip of the golden rye. “If your heart desires it, little one, now wash up. Dinner shall be ready momentarily,” he nodded, turning back the pan and adding some water from the kettle with brows furrowed in concentration, causing even more smoke to rise up.

You hummed contently, hopping off the counter, changing from your work clothes into your PJs— not wanting to linger too long; after all, you did want a kitchen to come back to. You crossed the threshold of the dining room only to see Mitsuhide set out two bowls onto the dining table with a proud smirk plastered across his face.

You swallowed, preparing yourself for the horror that was the meal you were to eat. Making your way closer, you inspected the bowl of goo with wide eyes. “So what do we have on the menu tonight chef,“ you asked, slipping into your seat—hoping to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

Mitsuhide shrugged and booped your nose in response, “just a simple meal made with love.”

You hummed, picking up a fork —ooh, you could not bring it over your heart to take a bite— so instead, you just moved the food around in the bowl like a fussy child at dinner time.

“Gracious, you’re not even touching your food, my love. Here, shall I help you.”

He scooped up a healthy helping of the sludge-like substance onto a spoon and held it out for you to taste. Your lips pursed, eyes narrowing at its contents. What in the 7 hells was this supposed to be? He brought the spoon closer to your lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his other hand.

“Come now, little one, how are you to grow into a mighty mouse if you don’t eat the special birthday meal your husband lovingly prepared for you, hmm."

“I don’t think I will grow at all if I eat that; if anything, I think death will be imminent,” you quipped back.

“My my, how you wound me so, if you keep rejecting me, I may very well just burst into tears,” Mitsuhide sighed out dramatically, bringing his hand over his heart in mock hurt— yet the way his golden eyes shone told you he was anything but hurt.

“Fine! Fine!” you finally huffed out, turning your face back, wrapping your hand around his to bring the spoon to your mouth. Only a little taste, you thought with a gulp. You stopped short of your lips, praying to any and every god that you would be spared from the horrors of food poisoning.

Oh, how he tried, it warmed your heart, really it did, but the culinary genius inside you was screaming. Finally, you closed your lips around the spoon, letting the flavours coat your tongue; whatever it was, it was beyond fixing, so much so that you could almost hear Gordon Ramsay’s comments of the meal echoing in your head. Of course, the texture would be fine, Mitsuhide could execute that part well enough, but the taste, GOD, the flavour was a dead giveaway of a certain someone’s taste or rather lack thereof.

You swallowed the contents, trying to school your features into a carefree smile, only the delicate muscles of your face had not gotten the memo, instead pulling into a sour, scrunched up expression. “Mmm, this is great,” you managed to get out, sounding far less sincere than you had meant it to.

Mitsuhide, on the other hand, burst into a fit of cackling laughter. You realized then, you had been played. The cackling continued even after you narrowed your eyes, sending him an icy glare,” oh dearest, this is precisely why I love teasing you so.”

You crossed your arms and turned your face away with a ‘Hmpf.’

He tried to get your attention, but each time you turned away with a huff. “Has a cat caught my darling wife’s tongue,” came the amused words from the man you loved so dearly as he curled a stray lock of your hair around his fingers.

You dared to cautiously sneak a glance at him, only to see a broad grin littered with mischief. You quickly turned your face away once more, fearing he might see straight past your pouting facade. With mischief marrying his eyes, his hands moved toward your sides to tickle you mercilessly, “perhaps I shall use my skills as a detective to get you talking.”

You held out as long as you could, but the ticklish sensation caused laughter to bubble from your chest, “M-Mitsu s-stop, -stop,” uncontrollable laughter wasn’t the only sound to file into the room as your stomach let go of a large growl in hunger.

Of course, you had not eaten all day and, that, whatever it was, was less than satisfying to the taste buds.

Mitsuhide continued to chuckle as he shook his head, pulling out his phone to give it a sparring glance, “truly you amuse me to no end, my love.”

He leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose while gracefully swooping up the unfinished bowl of goop. Taking elegant strides back to the kitchen, he shot you a smile from over his shoulder, “the pizza should be here soon,” the confession finally came.

Jumping from your seat, you ran after him. “You massive troll!” you accused, rolling your eyes and reclaiming your spot on the countertop to wait for the ACTUAL food to arrive while watching him clean his mess.

“How you flatter me so,” he purred out, slithering closer to you. That earned him another roll of the eyes, yet, you still found yourself inching closer to rest your forehead against his as you exchanged loving smiles. He met your soft lips in a fleeting kiss, then, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“Happy birthday, my dearest,” was all he said, planting one more kiss onto your lips. You felt him slip something into your hair, and before you could question, his phone rang, causing him to turn on his heel and attend to it.

With a dazzling smile, you gazed upon the bellflower pin he had placed into your hair. His features softened as he matched your smile with one full of love for you. One thing was for sure, Mitsuhide may be an incorrigible tease, but you knew when it came down to it, he loved you with all his heart.

#akechi mitsuhide #ikemen mitsuhide #mitsuhide fanfic #mitsuhide akechi x reader #ikesen akechi mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide akechi #ikemen sengoku fic #Happy birthday mineko!#Here is a lil sneki boy to make the day a little sweeter

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dragonturtle2 · 3 years

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Charting Penny's course, on the eve of the V8 finale.

I just realized that one of the lengthiest essays I ever posted online was never copied or cross posted over here to Tumblr. A huge mistake on my part. For one, as a big fan of transhumanism, I got a kind of enjoyment mapping out the distinctions Penny Poledina’s series-wide arc, even with the flaws. Two, I’m actually kind of proud of the predictions I made at the end. Not because I was correct about one of them; I remarked how I’d LIKE Rooster Teeth to do something, not that they’d actually take the shot. But some of the stuff I thought of was fun, and I do feel a bit of validation for having my thoughts line up with the actual writers; especially in lieu of how heated other people’s reactions were to something sorrowful and unexpected.

Tonight I had been responding to a critique I'd found earlier on Tumblr. They had remarked that Penny's conflict in Volumes 2, 7 and 8 were just recycling the question of whether Penny was a real girl. That doing so was just boring as heck, when the question has been answered firmly with Penny becoming the Winter Maiden. I thought the question of “what makes a person a person, and not just a simulated pattern of behaviors with the instinct to survive?” was broad enough to get a few arcs’ worth of visitation. But I thought just responding with that one lengthy sentence could come off as belittling sarcasm. So tried to offer up an my actual interpretation and clear opinion. I got this monstrosity.

Volume 1 has Penny reaching out to make friends, V2 is finally admitting her robot nature to someone and vocalizing her fears about being a real girl. Volume 3 dangles the upcoming conflict of her wanting to exercise independent action, step away from the national military organization that bankrolled and housed her, and go to Beacon with her friends. But that got cut short.

Volume 7 picks up the thread of Penny’s independent actions. Not just with the ability to disagree with or full-on disobey orders, but her own value system and initiative. Not only is she asking Winter about how to make decisions in life, she is also silently (and not-so-silently) judging whether Winter is morally right, or even truly happy with her own choices. When she takes Freya’s hand, she asks something that no one has probably said to Freya in awhile: “Are you OK?”

Volume 8 is focused on the things being taken from her. Her previous family-unit-facsimile of James, Winter and the Ace Ops have labeled her a traitor and are now hunting her. Being targeted as the Maiden makes her distance herself from her friends, so they aren’t further harmed . In doing that, she also leaves behind her previous dedication, protecting Mantle, to launch Amity Tower and assist in the bigger picture of warning the entire planet. Then in the pursuit of that goal she damages herself, pushes her body to it’s limit, and says goodbye to her father.

Volume 8 might seem to backpedal, and spend much of the season emphasizing how inhuman Penny is. That’s the point. After Freya essentially canonizes Penny as human, with her ‘blessing,’ Penny’s new identity (to herself and the audience) is arrested in the most traumatic ways possible. Her body is peeled back and cut open. Her schematics are passed around and assessed by characters and factions more than ever. The hacking is the Atlas military complex literally claiming ownership over her, exploiting the body and code they created alongside Pietro. (In contrast with the earlier consensual control and teamwork with Pietro, which even then she hardly enjoyed). How much pain can you inflict on a person until they devolve, or abandon rational thought? Little wonder Penny ends up begging the team to end her own life. She’s now taken Winter’s role from Volume 7, her self-esteem having sunken even lower. “My life doesn’t matter!“

When that ghastly moment was (temporarily) resolved with a quick revelation and Jaune’s Semblance, it was a moment of mixed feelings for me in an episode I otherwise loved. But I really came around to it afterword. They have to head to Vault for a permanent fix pretty much immediately, so it doesn’t feel like the writers used Jaune to kick the can down the road until they felt like tackling it. A very direct benefit is that by pausing Penny’s affliction, Penny gains the ability to actually have a conversation with people, to have scenes beyond just desperately wrestling her. It also spared us the repeated dialogue of “I must go to the Vault. I don’t want to! I must - I don’t! - I MUST- I DON’T!” Seriously, that routine was wearing thin.

Whether any fans predicted Jaune’s Semblance being able to help or not, I’m pleased when characters are able to quickly conceive applications of in-universe fictional powers. This is such a refreshing improvement over how CRWBY previously couldn’t bring Ruby to even ASK about the Silver Eyes that put her in a coma.

There were missteps along the way. Ruby really should have reacted more to her friend coming back to life; RT leaning on the Fourth Wall doesn’t fully remove the sting. ("It seems we will have to wait!”) We also never see any of our protagonists outside of Ruby even react to the revelation of a robotic life form. When they meet Penny again at V7′s start, apparently ALL of them, even Oscar, were so acquainted with Penny’s story that none of them had any questions for her the entire Volume. There was no sense of betrayed trust, or trauma from watching one friend be ripped apart by another. These are disappointments, but not deal breakers. Now, I want to talk about how post-Ambrosius Penny may fit in with the rest of the story. Maybe it’s stupid of me to try to get this out by 4 in the morning the day the finale drops, but I’m on a role, and I want to get my ideas out in the open before they’re tainted by hindsight. Otherwise I won’t feel like even finishing this.

I’m not going to launch into a tangent with the metaphysical mechanics on whether Penny’s new body would have ‘logically’ been conjured or not. (For the record I think it works). I just want to talk about the message the show is conveying, and what they could do with it. My base assumption is that Cinder is going to get the Winter Maiden power. It would be great way to coincide with her (GASP) actual character development this volume. But more importantly, if she doesn’t succeed in her goal, and get an upgrade to compete with our leveled-up protagonists, I can’t see how she can be an interesting or threatening villain going forward. A few ways this can end for Penny:

Pietro could give up the last bit of his life to bring her back. He’d probably need to get assistance from Abrosius, since he’s lacking in equipment; he’s a brilliant scientist, so explaining it certainly wouldn’t be an obstacle. Maybe Penny would be back to being a synthetic, maybe she remains organic. Either way, it’s a compromise with having a functional villain, while keeping around a fandom darling. Personally, I think RT needs to evoke the spirit of Volume 3, and make people cry.

Actually killing Penny would be bold and stand-out. By taking away Penny’s function of a core that can be salvaged (as explained at the start of Volume 7), and having her body get incinerated just like Pyrrha, RT can fully signal “This character is dead, and can’t be resurrected.” The heart break would be brilliant, with Penny getting to know the joys of an organic body just to be immediately ripped away from life. This would beautifully parallel with General Ironwood. James clamped down on human emotion because he thought it would give him the strength to stand against the darkness. Penny’s friends made her MORE human in a loving act of rescue, but now have to watch as she dies like any other human. Both characters would be cautionary tales regarding the Atlas Arc’s question of Trust. To leave yourself open.

Alrighty, now that I’ve gotten to feel like an intellectual by making some proclamations of doom, I want to throw out a tinfoil hat theory that actually combines the two previous versions. What’s fascinated me for years, and the show hasn’t re-visited, is the nature of Cinder’s parasite. Can Cinder talk to it? Will it begin gaining sentience? What’s relevant to Penny is what exactly this thing DOES. When it comes to it’s soul-power-absorbing function, we’ve never actually seen it’s full extent. The process with Amber was interrupted, with half the power just zipping over to Cinder after Amber expired. With Raven and Penny’s power, Cinder’s arm only got a little taste of them both, since both of their captures were unsuccessful. What if Cinder’s parasite can absorb more than raw power? Pinnochio is eventually swallowed by a monstrous beast. We were all sure it would be The Whale. But what if it’s Cinder?

I’ll be watching the finale in about 5 hours. The idea that I could be correct about something that takes everyone else off guard (Penny’s death) has an electric feeling, and I totally understand why people can get hung up on the stories they compose in their head. But I don’t want to start thinking any of MY ideas HAVE to come true for me to get joy from whatever happens to Penny or Volume 8. Regardless, reviewing character arcs that preceded wherever we are in the present is always worthwhile.

#reddit #RWBY #rwby volume 8 prediction #penny polendina #pietro polendina #cinder fall #james ironwood #Rooster Teeth

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fictionadventurer · 4 years

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Don’t let it go to your head + Man from UNCLE? (Or whichever fandom you prefer) for the prompt meme?

I really did intend to try to write something for this fandom. But I haven’t seen any episodes of the TV show in years, and I’ve never seen the movie (which I suspect is the fandom you’re referring to, so the TV characterizations probably wouldn’t hold much appeal for you anyhow). I wasn’t confident enough in my grasp of the material to come up with any decent drabbles.

I then tried to think of similar fandoms, or any fandoms at all, that would fit the prompt, but my brain was contrary and decided to use it as a spark for a scene from one of my original universes. Well, two, technically. I have characters from my long-abandoned non-magical fantasy romance, A Beautiful Tomorrow, and this drabble’s a bit of an experiment in switching up their story and moving into my Starfall universe (though the Starfall portion of it doesn’t really factor into this scene).

So even though it’s not fanfiction, it’s a little bit like fanfiction for my own characters, and I’ve been sitting on this prompt so long that I’m overdue to do something with it. I hope it’s not thoroughly disappointing.

Interior Worlds

Snowflakes drifted like daytime stardust beyond the schoolroom window. Daniela rested her head against the glass to watch it fall. She could take a moment to relax. Her student was absorbed in her geography text, attentive to the lesson for once. Even in exile, Lucia preferred tales of far-off lands to facts about her homeland.

Something moved in the faint reflection of the glass. A shadow darkened the schoolroom door.

Daniela bolted upright. Hoops clattered against the wall as she straightened her skirts. She patted down the flyaway strands in her hair, even as the more rational part of her mind told her it was unnecessary. Even though Prince Alessandro couldn’t see her hair, Daniela couldn’t shake the conviction that he would know.

He, as usual, looked as pristine as an oil painting, the pleats of his trousers and jacket crisp, every hair in place. His unfocused eyes seemed to see everything, including Daniela’s inattention to duty.

Daniela breathed deeply, steeled her spine, and gave a curtsy that would have made the Countess proud. “Good morning, your highness.”

He acknowledged her with a stiff nod. “Good morning, Miss Decardi. I hope I’m not intruding?”

Though he spoke it as a question, it had the effect of a command. He couldn’t be intruding when it was his house, his sister, and his employee, and it was her duty to accommodate him. “Not at all, your highness.” She was proud of the steadiness of her tone. She was ever amazed at how social training could cover fear and anxiety. “Lucia is finishing her geography lesson.”

He nodded and strode into the room, his cane lightly sweeping before his feet. “How does she progress?”

“Very well, your highness.”

Lucia lit up brighter than a star lamp and bounced up from her seat. She rushed to his side and led him toward the wooden chair next to the standing globe. “I know all the capitals!”

His eyebrows rose. “All the capitals?”

Lucia helped him into the chair with the patient confidence of a nurse three times her age. “All the important ones.”

Daniela explained, “She has learned to identify all the major cities of the western nations.”

Would it be enough? He’d made it very clear that Lucia’s accomplishments were her responsibility, but she had needed to take extra time to frame the lessons in a way that captured Lucia’s attention…

The barest of smiles softened the sharp lines of Alessandro’s face. “An excellent accomplishment,” he told Lucia. “But don’t let it go to your head. There’s much more of the world to learn.”

“I know,” Lucia said, with the enthusiasm of an explorer.

“By the time you come of age,” Alessandro said seriously, “you ought to be able to label a globe blindfolded.”

Daniela’s stomach twisted at the reminder of the prince’s astronomically high expectations.

Lucia only laughed. “Even you can’t do that, Sandro.”

His shoulders and spine straightened. “You think I can’t?” He lifted a hand to the standing globe beside him and turned it until his hand covered the entire Western continent. He pointed at nations. “Alsperra, Corlant, Myraldia, Ephros, Dartan.”

Lucia laughed. “You’re just guessing.”

“Am I right?”

“So far. But that’s the easy part.” She twisted the globe and planted his finger in the middle of the broad Eastern Expanse. “What’s here?”

He brushed his other hand over the surrounding patch of the globe. “The Espiren Mountains.”

“What country?” she demanded, unimpressed.

“It goes without saying that they’re in the western portion of Poresti.”

She twisted the globe again. “What’s here?”

“The Feshrin Peninsula.”

“Here?”

“The Midnight Islands.”

“How about here?”

“Well, now we’re just in the middle of the Avrian Ocean.”

She released his hand and threw her own into the air. “How are you doing that?”

His eyes, blank as they were, sparkled with mischief. “What do you think I did as a boy?” he asked. “I forsook all sleep and leisure, memorizing this globe so I could one day astound you with my geographical wizardry.”

“You’re cheating!” The accusation was half amusement and half outrage. Lucia looked toward Daniela. “Miss Decardi, how is he cheating?”

Daniela only shook her head in amazement. The globe included topographical definition, and most of the places Lucia had pinpointed were geographically distinct, but his quick, confident answers were still impressive. “I don’t believe he is,�� she said.

Alessandro’s smile was as bright as the sun through a storm cloud, and just as startling. “Thank you, Miss Decardi. I knew I could trust your academic honesty.”

The words left her dumbfounded. Not what he’d said, but how he’d said it. It was like he’d transformed into a different person. Always, he’d been the meticulously polite prince, the exacting employer. But now, he was speaking to her, with genuine warmth rather than polite formality. As if some dividing veil had been pushed aside and she was seeing something of the man beneath.

She was surprised to find herself returning the smile. “Always glad to be of service, your highness.”

Lucia seized Alessandro’s hand again, and the game continued. He identified seven more nations, three mountain ranges and two archipelagos before he finally stumbled over a collection of nations in the southern hemisphere.

“It’s not Efzi!” Lucia cried triumphantly. “It’s Falni!”

“I think not.” He brushed a finger of his other hand over the flat surface to the nation’s left. “It’s a coastal nation.”

“It’s on the...” Lucia peered at writing on the land mass. “The Efni Flats.”

He lifted his head. “Miss Decardi, does she tell the truth?”

“I’m afraid she does, your highness.”

Alessandro withdrew his hand from the globe. “It wasn’t a fair test,” he told Lucia. “You turned the globe upside down. It doesn’t count.”

Lucia said, “That wasn’t in the rules!”

“We never defined the rules.”

The quarrel continued, with no real hostility. The answer didn’t matter so much as the contest and the camaraderie. Daniela had never seen either of them so at ease. Their lives had been painted by sorrow, weighed down by war, but here and now, they were a brother and sister caught up in silly games. Daniela thought she finally understood how Lucia could be fond of her brother. This was the man she’d always been able to see; this was what they brought out in each other.

Finally, Alessandro settled back in his chair. “If I made a mistake,” he conceded, “it means only that you have opportunity to surpass me. I still expect you to make a diligent study of geography.”

“I will,” Lucia said, then seized his hand. “I’ll bet you can’t get another one.”

He withdrew his hand from her grasp. “Unless I was very much misled, I graduated the schoolroom long ago. It would be rude of me to take you from your tutor any longer.”

Lucia turned pleading eyes toward Daniela. “Miss Decardi, don’t make him leave! I was learning geography, really!”

Alessandro began to rise from his chair. “I did not intend to distract your student. The schoolroom is your domain, and I apologize for taking your...”

“No. Please. Stay.”

The words escaped before Daniela had time to consider them. When she’d spoken them, she wasn’t sure what was more shocking—that she’d interrupted the prince, that she’d contradicted him, or that she truly did want him to stay.

She used every lesson in deportment she’d ever received to gather up her confidence and courage, then added, “It is an unorthodox lesson, but an engaging one, and Lucia enjoys it. If it pleases your highness, you may stay as long as you desire.”

The prince laughed. “Very well,” he said. “If the ever-proper Miss Decardi is willing to indulge this folly, who am I to protest?” He sat back in his seat. “But you must be willing to be judge of this contest.”

Daniela smiled at him—even if he couldn’t see it, he’d know. “Gladly, your highness.”

#thanks for playing!#and for patience!#and for putting up with a prompt fill that doesn't obey the prompt #i have a lot to apologize for here #answered asks #ask games #adventures in writing #a beautiful tomorrow #starfall #brambleberrycottage #this is my experiment in shifting the story to make them royals in exile #bringing the royals to daniela rather than daniela to the royals #putting the old nations into my starfall universe has helped give it lots of detail #but i've yet to decide how well the starfall nations line up with the old story #they're still from fantasy italy #but the country daniela was schooled in was fantasy england #and the royals should be coming there #except that the main setting in my starfall universe is fantasy denmark #so i'm not quite sure how to shift it #anyway it was fun coming back to these characters and playing with some of their old tropes for a scene #this kind of stuff got very repetitive in the old drafts but as a short maybe it's a little less sickening?

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lioncunt · 6 years

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Why do you think Klance will be canon? I read somewhere you though it was the most logical conclusion, could you outline your thoughts? Or if you already have, could you add a link to your post?

I have written about it before but I’ll put down my new thoughts to include season 6. I’ve never been certain of it, keep in mind, it just always has seemed like an inevitable thing based on every single thing we’ve been told about the show and characters, no matter what angle i’ve looked at it from.

So, here’s what we had been given on romance in the show:

-they were planning a slow burn with all romances

-endgame romances couldn’t really happen with all the space plot stuff going on

-lance’s love interest will be someone lance needs, rather than what he wants, and will get him to a place opposite of where he started. they will be self assured and confident, in order to help HIM be more confident and help him with his insecurity. jeremy shada said that lance would fall in love with someone a little bit and like having one person rather than just going all over the place, and he would mature in all ways.

-when asked in a post-season 2 interview about keith and allura’s development, steven yeun replied “I like playing this mystery of where the romance is. I don’t know where it is. It could be between anybody. That’s the natural evolution of this relationship. Even as a friendship, it has fits and turns and ups and downs. I think this is the beginning of a wonderful, wonderful storyline.”

What we get from this is that all the endgame romances will take massive amounts of time to develop properly, and since they are slowburn, it really can’t be with characters introduced far past the halfway point, cause that’s the opposite of slowburn. we also know that they couldn’t really explore ANY romance that wasn’t relevant to the galra plot. lotura is an exception, because it was literally the foundation of the plot in seasons 5 and 6, so they were able to fully go there. but other possible romances have been inching along at a snail’s pace.

Now, in season 6, allura and lance’s relationship has been getting a LOT of focus. i ship this heavily, but in this season I personally was put off by the way their scenes were written and how they reacted to one another. this isn’t evidence that it’s not going to happen, because these are all my subjective opinions and that’s NOT factual, but if you’re interested in why I feel this way, I’ve written about it a lot in the last few days, just do a search on my blog.

so, my opinions aside, there was a lot of focus on their relationship.

but we can look back and see all those keith/allura scenes in season 2, when everyone was certain THEY were going to end up together. in season 1, people were sure it was going to be allura/shiro, before allura was revealed to be in the teen paladins’ age group. it changes literally every season. this is the most it’s ever been, because lance canonically is in love with her, but it’s still just more of the same.

I’ve said it before, but any and all endgame romance in the show will be limited to keith, lance, and allura. pidge is too young for any of them and hasn’t had a single serious one-on-one interaction with any of them, shiro is too old and is seen as a mentor/brother figure, and hunk is linked to shay. any side character hasn’t had enough development, and it’s too late to properly develop a relationship with a brand new character. so, romances are only possible between those 3 – and we’ve already seen this come into play, what with the ship fodder for their various combinations in every single season. and steven yeun even said it himself - “it could be between anyone.”

now, before season 6, I would have said immediately that it would be keith/lance, because allura doesn’t fit the description of lance’s love interest (and he’s the only character confirmed to have one). he’s wanted her since episode 1, so how could she possibly be not what he wants, but what he needs? however, since season 6, you could also read it as that he’s wanted tons of girls, but he really needs just one. this is where one half of my brain is at right now.

the other half of my brain can’t stop thinking about the lgbt rep.

you can cry “queerbaiting!” all you want, but the fact of the matter is that they wouldn’t be so secretive about it if it weren’t happening and if it weren’t main characters. here’s literally everything that’s ever been said on the subject:

Pre season 1 Tim Hedrick (head writer) interview: http://www.denofgeek.com/us/tv/voltron/256121/creating-voltron-legendary-defender/page/0/1

So you worked on Legend of Korra and that show really broke ground with having Korra and Asami get together at the end of the series. Will we be seeing any LGBT content in Voltron?

“I think I’ll just let that play out as we go. No comment on that question.”

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Fan interaction with Jeremy Shada right as season 3 came out: http://emerald-trash.tumblr.com/post/163610844403/so-today-i-got-to-meet-jeremy-shada-at-tbcc-i

So today I got to meet Jeremy Shada at TBCC. I made him a little doll of his character just like I did for Josh Keaton. I was so nervous but Jeremy was super nice and friendly! He loved the doll thankfully. I asked him about lgbt representation in voltron and his response was “I can’t say, but don’t worry. You’ll be happy.” Just the hope alone makes me happy lol

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NYCC post season 3 panel question: https://vld-news.tumblr.com/post/166188210767/nycc-panel-quote

Fan Question: I know you can’t go into any specifics, or name any characters, but I was wondering if we will be seeing any LGBT representation in the Voltron universe before the show ends?

Joaquim: Lauren?

Kimberly: Ah, that’s a good question.

Joaquim: That’s a really good question.

Lauren: I think— You know, I think it’s something that is super important to us.

Joaquim: It’s very important to us. Um, you know, obviously I think what’s great about our community is that, you can pretty much tell whatever story you want to tell and put whatever you want to see into these characters. And just know that, from our perspective, we’re fighting to create as open and as broad a spectrum of characters as we can. So, um, yea. We—

Lauren: We can’t give you any definite answers, but we are super—

Joaquim: We are advocates, and we are fighting for as open and as broad a spectrum of characters as we can create.

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Shada has also said some things on the subject that were illegally recorded and shouldn’t be repeated, but in short, there IS lgbt rep, it’s between two characters, and it’s apparently such a big deal that it would LITERALLY SPOIL PLOTLINES AND CAN’T BE TALKED ABOUT.

they’ve revealed info about the characters before. they said lance was cuban mere months after season 1 was released, even though that information wouldn’t come up in the show until years later. that could have been considered a spoiler. but no, it didn’t have to do with any actual plotline, so it was easily shared information to make people happy about good rep.

if the lgbt rep weren’t a big deal, they would tell us. they would at least say there’s definitely going to be some. i mean, people ask about it so fucking much, i’m sure they would say what it is if it would get fans to shut up.

and even before there was a fandom, tim hedrick said he would just let it play out as it goes, meaning it’s THERE and he wants people to watch the show and react to it naturally.

something else that i’ve said before – let’s go through the main characters one by one to determine who it could possibly be:

-pidge: has shown no interaction with any girl her age, and the creators have said that “if you want to see her as trans, you can” which is coding, NOT rep. plus, they did that in season 1, and they still won’t talk about the lgbt rep. she’s out.

-shiro: has shown no interaction with any guy his age. i originally thought it would be him and matt, but matt turned out to be younger than him and they haven’t interacted at all since matt came back. a husband back at home wouldn’t be a BIGGGGG SPOILER THAT THEY CAN’T CONFIRM OR DENY. he’s out.

-hunk: linked to shay. out.

-coran: has shown no interaction with any man his age currently. interacted in the past with alfor, but he’s dead, and the lgbt rep is a major plotline that can’t be spoiled. out.

-allura: has shown no interaction with any single girl her age. she interacted with shay, but shay is linked to hunk. unfortunately, i think romelle is too new a character for them to properly develop a relationship between them. out.

-lance: yall know.

-keith: yall know.

LITERALLY who could it possibly be besides keith and lance?? like i said, they wouldn’t be so hush-hush if it weren’t main characters and if it weren’t a huge plotline. i cannot think of a single other option. and anytime anyone’s tried to GIVE me another option, i just immediately disprove it. plus the fact that keith is super insanely self assured and confident now with his additional 2 years, his mom, and his brother safe and sound. he’s exactly what lance needs.

so that’s where the other half of my brain is.

I MEAN i really can’t be sure anymore. if you just go by romance alone it could totally be like allura/lance and keith/romelle or some other terrible het keith ship. or they could go back and rekindle keith/allura and do lance/romelle. but then when you factor in the elusive lgbt rep, there is no other fucking option than keith/lance.

and if one of yall dumbasses comes on this post crying “sh*ith!!” i’ll come to your house and piss on your lawn.

#ask #anonymous #klance #voltron #spoilers #voltron meta #mine

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I feel I should preface this by saying that I personally liked Justice League. The entire cast all fit into Their roles perfectly, there are undeniable moments of greatness in there such as the opening credits sequence and the scene with Victor and his dad and the film makes me excited to see more from these characters.

But I also understand the feeling of betrayal and disappointment among other fans. There’s an unavoidable sense that this isn’t the film we were promised. We imagined we were going to see Zack Snyder’s conclusion to his work on these films and instead the film was cut up and reshaped by executives who lost faith in him at the last minute. I have a more sympathetic view of Warner Bros in this situation as the blame isn’t entirely on Their shoulders but it’s impossible to escape the feeling that we’re seeing a potentially ambitious film reduced to the same formulaic products that we have come to expect from the MCU.

DCEU fans have had to put with a lot for these films. A lot. We’ve had to fight against negative reviews and insults that have long since devolved into vitriolic personal attacks towards Zack Snyder, fight against negative and unproven rumors that were treated as concrete facts, deal with personal attacks and criticism from people who don’t like the films and seem unable to deal with other people not sharing that belief, purists who seemed intent on making Zack Snyder out to be history’s greatest monster, work from other franchises whose own flaws were downplayed or ignored and Their successes blown up to make the DCEU look worse and a general feeling of negativity that had been attached to the films and didn’t seem like it was ever going to go away, no matter how much work Warner Bros put in. The films seemed doomed to either be the target of endless insults and jokes made by people seemingly committed to being as tired, unfunny and unoriginal as possible or of personal vitriolic hatred that was massively disproportionate to any flaws in the films.

And we’ve been largely forced to fight this battle alone, as almost no one else has spoken out against the way the films are treated not even writers and actors from the Marvel who repeatedly proclaim to respect DC/WB and yet showed zero support when it would have mattered and have even added to the hatred in some cases, in a way that has gotten us marked with our own false negative image as fans who are either delusional and lying to Themselves or borderline sociopathic and unable to handle any criticism. It’s gotten so bad that some people have tried to cite being a fan of the DCEU as being evidence of a poor moral character on par with being a neo-nazi or harassing and groping women and we only like the films because They say we don’t need to be good to be heroic (In case anyone thinks I’m exaggerating or strawmanning, I’ve seen all those things said about DCEU fans on Twitter).

Through it all, we’ve largely been sustained by our faith in the universe, by our unshakable belief not only in the capacity if the films to be exceptional but that Warner Bros was trying to create a new and ambitious kind of franchise that would inject new life into the characters, introduce audiences to new ones, and tell a daring story about heroism and examine what it means, that our favorite characters would be broken down and rebuilt on screen.

The overall message was one that’s been apparent since Man Of Steel and it was that the world can be a truly cold, lonely and brutal place, a message that was examined further in Batman v Superman, Suicide Squad and Wonder Woman. We saw the heroes and villains not as broad stereotypes but as human beings like ourselves with pain, loss and regrets in Their past. We saw a version of Batman struggling with the belief that he has devoted his life to an idea that he could bring order to chaos, the beautiful lie he spoke about in his first scenes. We saw a character who is so easily made to be an over the top Mary Sue turned into a man tortured by his past, his trauma and his regrets and asking himself, as so many people have in Their lives, if anything he’s done has actually made the world a better place.

We saw a version of Superman who struggled with finding his place in the world and who was tortured by uncertainty, anxiety and self-doubt. We saw him be unsure of his identity as a child of two worlds and saw him reaffirm his status as a human when he chose Earth, a place in which he always felt like an outcast and which he had always imagined would reject him if They knew of his identity, over Krypton. We saw him face moments of despair and reflection where he questioned his place in the world, if he had made things worse by revealing himself and deal with hatred and loneliness and yet still remain heroic. People have frequently complained about this portrayal of Superman being ‘’hopeless’’ but optimism doesn’t mean smiling all the time and hope doesn’t mean being bright and chipper. Sometimes hope is being battered, bruised and exhausted and getting up the next day anyway because you believe it can be better.

We saw Wonder Woman finally brought to life on the big screen and struggle with having her belief in mankind broken, with being reminded in no uncertain terms just how terrible human beings can be and to encounter the best and worst of mankind. She saw people at Their worst in one of the darkest times in history and still act as a hero. She believed that we are still fundamentally good despite our flaws and worst actions, a message of undeniable power in a time that feels for so many to be one of humanity at it’s worst. Diana’s story is our own, of being broken by the world and the people in it but still fighting for a better one.

In many ways, this made the struggle worth it. We were willing to put with endless complaints about the films being ‘’grimdark’’ and ‘’edgy’’ and whatever other buzzword people were trying to make sound like a legitimate criticism. We had the hope, however absurd it seemed, that one day people would see the same qualities in the films that we did.

Justice League was always going to be a big moment. I never saw it as a culmination in the same way that The Avengers was but as a launching point, a statement of intent for things to come. It was to be the final part of Zack Snyder’s vision, the one we supported from the start and the one which he stuck to despite the negativity, seemingly endless amounts of criticism and personal hatred and his own family tragedy.

Then the film came out and there was an unavoidable feeling that Warner Bros had lost Their courage. They had given into the people who have been the bane of Their existence from the start and turned a potentially iconic film into a generic and forgettable one, destined to be enjoyed and forgotten like so many MCU films before it. We had stuck by Them for so long and it felt as though They had betrayed us by reducing and cutting up the vision Zack Snyder had for the sake of pleasing purists whose behavior has become unspeakably vile in the last year, to the point of being the reason he had to reveal the aforementioned tragedy to begin with and then acting in a repulsive manner when he did.

What should have been a great moment for the fandom ended up being our first outright disappointment, a film we had been so excited for that ended up letting us down, and it’s looking like it will be the first outright failure of the franchise. Warner Bros cut up the film to appeal to people who it’s now clear were never going to like it to begin with and isolated Their most loyal fans in the process.

Justice League remains a crucial turning point for the DCEU, albeit in a different manner than we had once imagined. It’s exactly the kind of films so many people who have been negative about the DCEU have insisted They should be making for years, a film in the vein of the MCU that puts an emphasis on ‘’fun’’ above all else and which has Superman acting more like the image purists have insisted he should be at all times.

And yet it didn’t work. Fans mostly didn’t like it, critics still didn’t like it and it’s getting the lowest box office returns yet. They followed the formula people have been angrily demanding for years, the ones They insisted were the ticket to critical and commercial glory, and it didn’t work.

Ideally this would be a time of reflection among the anti-DCEU crowd. A time for Them to ask what it is They really want from these films as They have given Warner Bros endless shit for not conforming to an idea for these films that They don’t seem entirely aware of Themselves beyond words like ‘’hopeful’’ and ‘’optimistic’’ that have increasingly become so subjective as to become meaningless. But I know that won’t happen.

Many are now trying to backtrack by praising previous films for having a strong vision and sense of ambition noticeably missing from Justice League and now trying to paint Themselves retroactively as having been far more reasonable than They were, insisting that They like the idea behind the films but have merely been unhappy with the execution in an attempt to downplay Their vitriol and responsibility for this situation that would be blatant if not for the sad fact that They will probably not get called out on it.

The simple fact is that the anti crowd are somewhat responsible for this dilemma. They have been endlessly and viciously critical and snide towards the films and now They want to act surprised that Warner Bros lack confidence in the vision and execution that They had been insulting since day one.

The upside is that the films can’t be criticized for being ‘’too dark’’ this time around which had been, by far, the most vocally expressed criticism of MOS and BvS, a criticism that seemed to feed into every other one and which blinded people to any other merits the films had. Nor can They complain about Superman not being enough like the classical version which had been the other big complaint since MOS. I know this won’t stop many from performing a U-Turn so big it can be seen from space and that the anti-crowd have never been blessed with a particularly high level of reflection or self-awareness but Warner Bros can honestly say going forward that They tried the approach everyone demanded and it didn’t work.

As for the future, I’m quite optimistic. I have been vocal about my excitement for Aquaman which I hope will, if not repeat the extraordinary success of Wonder Woman, at least come close and make itself just as unique and I have good reason to believe that based on what I’ve heard from James Wan. Shazam is coming too and all signs point to it being a better fusion of the direction Justice League was to steer the universe in and the studio’s use of directors with unique visions. Wonder Woman 2 is the biggest resource They have and I have absolute faith in Patty Jenkins.

We also have Matt Reeves’ The Batman which looks to be an exciting new film with Ben Affleck who even detractors were forced to admit is outstanding in the role, Joss Whedon’s Batgirl film which, regardless of our feelings on Whedon, shows a willingness to take a chance on other female-led properties in light of WW’s success and which has the potential to recapture some of the same success as does Gotham City Sirens and Chris McKay’s Nightwing film which he has announced he plans to take his time with and seems genuinely enthusiastic about getting right and finding the right actor for Dick.

That isn’t even getting into projects like Flashpoint, which looks to be exactly the kind of experimental film the DCEU has promised to make, Justice League: Dark, the sequel to Suicide Squad by Gavin O’Connor which has the potential to do what Fox with the Wolverine solo films and a potential Deathstroke film that was pitched by Gareth Evans. The mere fact that a director like him wants to be a part of thus universe is a very good sign and there are many other projects and potential films on the horizon with a lot of talented people who want to be involved.

My hope going forward is that Warner Bros learn to trust Their directors more and stick to Their vision. This is admittedly easier said than done as it’s extraordinarily hard to have confidence when seemingly everyone is telling you in the most negative way possible that every thing you do is shit. That’s why I am glad for directors like Matt Reeves and James Wan being involved as They have greater autonomy and that is something Patty Jenkins and David Sandberg have likely earned as well. I hope that other directors with similar power follow. Warner Bros have a reputation for being good to Their talent and I’m positive They will remember that in the upcoming year.

Being a fan of these films isn’t easy and this was an undeniable stumble. But we’ll get up and continue on just as the heroes we love so much have done before us. I know a lot of people in the fandom aren’t big on the Nolan films but They were absolutely right that the reason we fall so that we learn to pick ourselves up again. I honestly think this is going to be that moment for the franchise and we will see Them accomplish wonders once more.

I still believe in the DCEU.

#DCEU #zack snyder #justice league #dceu positivity #dceu fandom #zack snyder positivity #man of steel #batman v superman #Wonder Woman #suicide squad

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If They Knew Sweet Little You 4/7

My Writing Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Donna Noble, Wilfred Mott, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Sarah Jane Smith, Jack Harkness Pairing: Doctor/Donna Summary: Donna’s dull, regular life is turned upside-down thanks to an incident from the past she can no longer remember. AO3 link

Donna had another dream. This time, she and John Smith — only she never remembered calling him John in the dreams; it just didn’t seem to fit — were making their way down a series of underground passages looking for Doctor Jones, who did have an engagement ring on her finger. There was a girl with them, too; a girl named Jenny, and Donna kept trying to convince him he could be a father. Yet the look on his face remained so impossibly sad, and somehow Donna knew with a heavy heart Jenny was dead.

“Guess that’s why I liked that name so much for you,” she said to the growing bump in her stomach when she woke up that morning. “But maybe we’ll look at names for your own.”

Even more importantly, it was clear now that Doctor Jones was in on it, whatever it was. All those asides with her grandad at hospital yesterday, and now she was having dreams where she knew her already, too. Did they all think she was thick?

Donna took out a notepad. It was clear she was on her own about this, and she needed to get organized. She wrote down everything she could remember from her dreams. The failed wedding, giant insects, the girl named Jenny, a dinner in a meadow filled with sweetly scented candles instead of wildflowers where he’d taken her hand across the table and she’d kissed him for real for the first time — Karass Don Slava, said a voice in her head, one that sounded suspiciously like him.

Once or twice she had to stop and rub at her temples for a moment, but she’d feel the baby move or place her hand over the bump and the pain would fade. Her headaches of late were getting fewer and less intense than before. She hardly noticed them now.

The real question was why it had been hurting her to remember, and how she had forgot what seemed to be the most amazing time of her life in the first place. What had happened to her? On a rainy night in summer she’d been brought back home by him, though he hadn’t seemed at all happy about it. He’d introduced himself as though he’d known she’d forgotten and then just up and left. Had he thought she’d never remember? Had he known about the baby?

Was that why he’d left?

Donna needed to get out of the house. She took the car keys out of her mother’s purse and went for a drive before anyone could ask where she was going. It wasn’t like she had a destination in mind.

But she found herself driving past businesses with new company signs that she swore used to be called HC Clements and Adipose Industries. Then past the reception hall for the wedding that never happened, where all this seemed to have started. At last, Donna parked the car and walked across one of the bridges that went over the Thames. She stopped halfway, leaning slightly over the railing and squinting at what she somehow knew was the flood barrier despite never having had an interest in such a thing in her life.

In her mind’s eye, Donna could picture herself standing on it. It was night, and she was soaked to the skin and freezing, but she was hugging his arm to her and laughing harder than she could ever remember.

And now she was here by herself — not all by herself, she supposed, touching a hand to her stomach briefly. Still, Donna couldn’t help but feel desperately lonely facing all this on her own.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

Donna straightened back up and turned to face the man who had called out to her.

“Why’d you say Miss? And why wouldn’t I be?”

He shuffled back a step. “Sorry. It’s just, you sort of looked like…” His eyes darted to the water below them.

Donna’s eyes widened. “Oh! No, no, it’s not like that. I’d have to be some kind of nutter, trying to do that in broad daylight!”

He managed a brief chuckle and repeated, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say you were. You just, well, you looked sad.”

The smiled she’d forced dimmed. “Yeah. Yeah, I suppose I am. Still, wouldn’t be very fair of me to this one.”

“Oh.” His eyes went to her hand resting on her stomach, and she noticed him falter another half-step back. “Well, there goes my offer to buy you a drink to cheer you up.”

“There it goes,” she agreed with a nod. “Thanks anyway. I should be getting home.”

“Do you need someone to walk you back?” He offered.

Donna shook her head. “No, I’m parked close. I’ll go straight back to my car, promise.”

“Okay. Well, I’m glad you weren’t — you know.” He began to walk away.

“Oi! What’s your name?”

He half-turned back. “Er, Shaun. Shaun Temple.”

“Better luck with the next nutter, Shaun.”

He had a nice smile. A nice everything, Donna realized, watching his broad shouldered back disappearing into the crowd on the other side of the Thames. He was overall just...nice.

Nice would have been more than she would have hoped for once. Donna could envision herself calling him back, introducing herself properly, going for dinner instead of drinks. If they didn’t hate each other she’d probably go ahead and decide they were dating, then rush through all the other steps like she did with Lance.

But that just wasn’t enough for her anymore. She wasn’t willing to settle for nice. Not for her, and certainly not for her baby. There was something else waiting for her out there, if not a someone. Donna twisted the gold ring on her finger, turned her back on Shaun Temple, and made her way back to the car.

—

Martha had just gotten her drink at the bar and was about to turn around when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey,” said Mickey with a grin. “Am I the first one here?”

“You are. What are you having?”

“Just a beer, but I can get it.” He began to reach for his wallet, but Martha halted him with a hand on his arm.

“I’ve got a tab going since I asked you all out. Anyway, if you and me are going into business together we’re probably going to be trading off on buying, Mister.”

“Yeah, suppose you’re right. Everything’s going through with UNIT okay? That’s not what this is about?”

“No, but I’ll explain when the others get here. Meet me at that table in the back.” She left him to order his drink and set her purse and jacket down at the booth to secure their spot. Martha was glad Mickey had arrived first; over the last few months she’d gotten to know and like him rather well. Working alongside him rather than for a superior was an experience she looked forward to, even if her mother tutted about her throwing away a steady income.

But steady just hadn’t worked out, with UNIT or with Tom. Maybe Martha was ready for a little adventure again.

Scarcely had Mickey rejoined her before she saw Sarah Jane Smith come through the door. The journalist scanned the room until her eyes alighted on the pair of them, and she made her way straight over.

“Sorry if I’m running late. I just had to make arrangements with K9 to let me know if Luke tries to have Clyde over while I’m out,” she explained as she took a seat at the booth. “Those boys can get into quite the mischief if left unwatched.”

“That’s alright, we’re still waiting for one more,” said Martha.

“Really, who?”

Before she could respond, a familiar voice hailed them. “Martha Jones!”

“Oh bloody hell, here we go,” Mickey muttered into his glass.

Jack made his way across the room to their table, shaking Mickey’s offered hand and kissing hers with a wink. “So, what’s the news that’s so important I needed to make the drive from Cardiff? Unless this is double-date night,” he remarked, sliding into the booth next to Sarah Jane. “Miss Smith, always a pleasure.”

The journalist shook her head with a smile. “I’m afraid this is strictly business, Captain, according to Martha.”

He looked to her now, the leer leaving his face. “Last time we all talked over business we were being invaded by Daleks.”

“It’s nothing like that,” she hastened to reassure them all. “But it, well, you two might want a drink for this one.”

“So it is about the Doc?”

Martha didn’t return his teasing grin. “Not exactly...it’s about Donna.”

“Donna?” Sarah Jane repeated. “Isn’t she still traveling with him?”

“That’s what I thought until she turned up as my patient with her grandfather.” Martha cupped her hands around her glass and spoke more to it than them as she continued. “Human-Time Lord metacrises aren’t meant to happen, apparently, so to keep her alive the Doctor had to take away all her memories of traveling with him. She didn’t even recognize me when I walked in,” she added with a bitter smile.

“But how long was she traveling with him?” Asked Mickey. “I mean how much did she have to forget?”

“A few months to a year, I think. I don’t know what she believes happened instead, but...she was just so different. I don’t know how to describe it.” Martha wondered if she had to; they’d all been indelibly changed as a result of their own experiences traveling with the Time Lord. And no matter what had happened during it, she couldn’t imagine any of them ever giving those times up.

There was a long, heavy silence at the table. Jack finally broke it with a solemn, “Sarah Jane, what are you having?”

Nobody spoke when the Captain left to order his and the journalist’s drinks, nor when he returned. He passed Sarah Jane her glass and then raised his in a toast.

“To the woman who saved the universe.”

Martha met his eyes and nodded, then raised her own. Mickey’s glass clinked against hers to her left and Sarah Jane’s across.

There was still so much more to say, however, so Martha took a long sip and a deep breath. “The thing is, Donna got UNIT’s attention and not because of the metacrisis. She’s pregnant.”

Mickey’s eyes went wide and Sarah Jane coughed a little. “Pregnant? Why would that be UNIT’s concern?”

“Her family thinks it happened while she was traveling, and the early tests indicate…”

“It’s not fully human,” Jack guessed.

“I wasn’t able to determine one way or the other,” she said weakly. Jack’s only reply was to let out a low whistle.

“Wait, but if it’s alien, what if that makes her remember all the stuff she’s not supposed to know anymore?” Mickey asked.

She shrugged. “I promised Mr. Mott, Donna’s grandfather, I’d do everything I could and not involve UNIT. Neither of us thought it’d be a good idea for them to get involved since Donna knew about them. It’s lucky enough she didn’t remember me.” Martha chose not to mention the moment with the engagement ring. She had to hope for Donna’s sake it had been a fluke.

“But you couldn’t figure out what kind of alien?” Jack checked.

Martha shook her head. “The technology just wasn’t cooperating.”

“I don’t suppose we could come up with a good explanation for her to come and have some diagnostics run by Mr. Smith,” said Sarah Jane.

“Pretty sure giant supercomputers are off limits,” Mickey agreed.

Jack drained the last of his glass. “Well how does Donna’s grandfather want to proceed?”

“Honestly, he’s convinced we need to get the Doctor back here.”

“And shock him into another regeneration?” Jack laughed. “I’m pretty sure he likes to pretend us companions don’t get up to that sort of stuff behind his back.”

“Like you didn’t shatter that illusion, Cheesecake,” Mickey snorted.

“Well this Mr. Mott might not be entirely wrong.” Sarah Jane folded her hands on the tabletop. “The Doctor would be better able to identify the species than any of us, and possibly the other party in this relationship as well. He was supposed to be, ah, chaperoning, as it were.”

“Oh, believe me, if Donna had felt he was sticking his nose in unasked, he wouldn’t have one anymore.” Martha sighed. “Anyway, I can’t reach him. He’s turned the mobile off.”

Jack frowned. “Guess he’s taking it pretty hard.”

“Nobody likes feeling forgotten about,” said Sarah Jane. “I can try reaching out discreetly to some contacts of mine, see if they’ve come across him.”

“What do the rest of us do?” Asked Mickey.

“Well, I promised Mr. Mott I’d oversee Donna’s pregnancy once my time at UNIT is up. This’ll be our first job, Mister.”

“Great, and I bet it pays well, too.”

“Come on, Mickey Mouse, we all owe Donna for the rest of our lives,” said Jack. He smirked and added, “So have fun on the nursery run.”

Mickey raised his beer again. “Oh cheers, mate.”

—-

It had been nearly a week since the appointment with Doctor Martha Jones, and her Gramps didn’t seem to be making any move to schedule a follow-up. Donna decided it was best to take the matter into her own hands and phoned the hospital. Only, as with everything else in her life, things only seemed to get weirder.

“What do you mean she’s not on staff?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Noble, but we have no Martha Jones in residence. Did you perhaps see —”

“I know who I saw,” she stated bluntly. She wasn’t about to be told the memories she actually did have were false. “My grandfather and I were just there.”

Her grandad chose that moment to enter through the front door. “Donna, love, who’s on the phone?”

“The hospital. They’re saying they’ve got no Doctor Jones,” she hissed, hand over the receiver. Then she removed it to continue the conversation. “Listen, all I want is to schedule a follow-up. Have you got your bloody equipment fixed yet?”

“I’m afraid I don’t —”

“Oh, Doctor Jones was, er, moving hospitals,” said her Gramps. When she looked back at him again, she noticed his eyes were wide and a bit panicky. “I’ve got the number for it somewhere, Donna, let me handle it.”

She wouldn’t have been surprised if he started reaching for her phone, he seemed so nervous. “Alright, alright.” Donna sighed. “Look, nevermind me, crazy pregnant lady,” she said down the line, then hung up. “How come she didn’t mention she was moving hospitals? What, was the hospital faulty, too?”

“That was my fault. She, uh, she told me, and I forgot to mention it once we’d got home.”

“So she wants us to switch hospitals instead of just referring us to one of her old colleagues.”

“Oh, I said we could move. It’s no trouble, really, Donna. She’s good at what she does, and she seemed like a good fit.”

Donna could have pointed out that they’d yet to see Doctor Jones really do anything, but all she said was, “Alright, Gramps. If you think it’s best.”

She had her own ulterior motive of sticking with the other woman, of course; somehow Martha Jones was mixed up in all this, and she couldn’t very well let her vanish. Donna left her Gramps looking much calmer than he had been once he’d seen her on the phone and climbed the stairs up to her room.

If she was going to prove some kind of link between Doctor Jones and John Smith, she had to have evidence that didn’t come from her dreams. Donna turned on her laptop and began searching for whatever information she could find on the woman.

She wasn’t listed on the staff at the hospital they’d seen her at, nor could she find any current place of employment. There was a bit about her completing some internship at the Royal Hope early. So at least she definitely actually was a medical doctor.

Further down in the results, there was something about the Prime Minister, the one they’d had for a few days before he died. Donna had nearly forgotten all about that. When she clicked the link, it was some kind of archive of a news bulletin that had come out about the very same Martha Jones barely after the election.

Donna stared. Her OBGYN had been on the most wanted list? What the hell was going on?

And then she noticed his picture, labelled as an unidentified man but increasingly familiar to her. John Smith had been on the most wanted list.

“No way.”

Her baby possibly had some kind of convict for a father? Was he on the lam? God, what had she been doing with him?

There was a third man, too, but other than a vague feeling like she’d seen his face before there was little for her to puzzle over him for. At the bottom of the archived page some moderator had left a note that the bulletin had been withdrawn barely twenty-four hours after it had been released and all those involved had an official pardon. Well, what did that mean, then?

She could feel the baby stirring a bit. “Are you enjoying this? You think this is funny? Your mummy is driving herself mad trying to figure out what is with your dad, and you think this is a joke?”

Donna thought she felt an actual kick that time.

“Oh, thanks, you.”

—-

Martha did her best to patiently wait out the remaining days at UNIT. She couldn’t help feeling she should already be devoting her time to Donna’s case, but the best thing for her friend was to not arouse any sort of suspicion. She didn’t know what would end up happening if UNIT’s protocols on an extraterrestrial pregnancy went into effect.

Her caution ended up being well worth it when she found herself summoned to the office of Captain Magambo near the end of the week. Seeing as she hadn’t been given any assignments since the Donna one, she had a feeling she knew what it was about.

Martha knocked on the captain’s door before opening it. “You wanted to see me, ma’am?”

“Yes, Doctor Jones. Please, have a seat.”

Martha did so and waited as the other woman perused a familiar looking file.

“This is your official report on the possible extraterrestrial impregnation of a human.”

“Yes, ma’am. I met with the patient and her grandfather, and we were able to determine that no such incident had occurred.”

“I understand the patient in question was a Donna Noble.”

Martha gave a slow nod. “That is correct.”

The captain flipped open another file that had been sitting in front of her on her desk and scanned it. “And would that be the same Donna Noble included in the Sontaran report from earlier this year? The Doctor’s companion?”

“Former companion,” Martha corrected. Magambo looked up from the file. “She returned home after the planets incident.”

“Because she was pregnant?”

“I believe so, yes,” Martha lied. She didn’t know what interest UNIT might take in Donna’s status as half of a human-Time Lord metacrisis, either.

“It seems to me Miss Noble would have been at greater risk than the average woman for extraterrestrial impregnation. Nevertheless you put in your report that the pregnancy is not extraterrestrial in origin.”

“I did. Donna was unable to identify the father, but the baby appears to be, um, normal.”

The captain pursed her lips, and Martha tried not to feel too guilty for the type of reputation she was giving Donna. “The Doctor has nothing to say on the matter?”

“Ma’am?”

“I assume this isn’t typical of his companions.”

Martha felt her cheeks heat up. “No, ma’am. Uh, I was not able to speak with the Doctor personally. He’s out of contact.”

“Hm.”

“Is there anything unclear in my report, Captain?” She didn’t want to appear nervous or on edge, but she’d rather get to the point if there was one rather than beating around the bush.

“Just trying to be thorough, Doctor Jones.” Magambo looked up from the files again. “You understand, of course, that if Miss Noble were to have become pregnant via an extraterrestrial, it is not a punishable offense. It is simply a situation that requires close monitoring to ensure the safety of everyone involved, mother and child included if possible. If you are merely trying to protect a friend, I want you to understand we wish to do the same.”

“Of course. But there’s really no need for monitoring, ma’am. It’s not the situation.” Martha held the captain’s steady gaze until the other woman glanced away.

“Very well. You’re dismissed, Doctor Jones.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

She stood and returned to her office, doing her best to keep her pace slow and measured. Once she arrived, Martha locked the door and took out her mobile, dialing the familiar number and achieving the same result as usual. Straight to voicemail.

“Mister, come on! UNIT’s breathing down my neck. For all I know, they’ll go over my head and put surveillance on Donna anyway. I don’t know what’ll happen to her if they get too close. Please just answer your phone!”

Martha hung up and dropped into her chair. For now, her soon-to-be former superiors seemed to believe her. But that could change. Then there was the matter of the baby itself. She felt certain there had to be something alien about it going on, and if so what might that mean for the pregnancy? Or when it was born?

On top of that, any one of these things had the potential to trigger Donna’s memories, and they didn’t remotely have a plan to deal with it. Without the Doctor, she wasn’t sure they’d be able to.

“What are we gonna do?”

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Why I ship the shit I ship

So,I know that shipping in general is a fangirl’s main thing.Basically,it’stwo people or characters that have a chemistry, fanon or canon that makes you super happy and giggly. I know that shipping characters is usually fine,because they aren’t real people, though people do fight over differnet characters.Then, there is shipping real people in the real world. I understand why morals are questioned, but if it does not directly affect you, then don’t bother. I realize that it’s hard to avoid people who ship IRL people, but that does not give you permission to be an asshole.

Fandom communities are wide, broad and very diverse. You have artists, writers, bloggers, people who do all three, people who spectate, newbies, veterans and crack shippers along with many variations. It’s designed that way so that everyone feels like they have a place in a community. Fandoms are a great way to meet new people, observe writings from young writers and look at incredible art from all kinds of sources. So, why should a ship ruin your time.

I have many ships,as I’ve been in many differnt fandoms. Some, I stayed in a little but left, due to a new interest. Others, I am still in because I am so involved in the fandom or that I can’t get enough of it. Some fandoms I was in or currently are in right now, are: Thomas Sanders, Jacksepticeye, Crankgameplays, Markiplier, Teamiplier, Hetalia, Free!, Attack on Titan, Harry Potter, Supernatural,Sherlock, Doctor Who and at one point, Twilight. As you can see, almost all of them contain real people, whether actors or not. I know for a fact! that YouTube especially, is kinda new in the whole Fandom thing, as it can be hard to create and maintain a captive audiance and keep that audiance to create a fandom around that. But,with it’s growing popularity, YouTube fandoms are growing bigger. And with bigger fandoms, come shipping fangirls.

C’mon though, there are a lot of collabs and there are quite a few that make you smile, because there is a chemistry between the people. Little chemistries that blossom into amazinga nd pure friendships. These friendships lead to meeting IRL and collabing together in the same location. (I’m mainly talking about gaming channels here). Fangirls love a good chemistry, and they are pretty fricking good at finding a quality chemistry and blowing it out of the water. Soon, there’ll be fanart, fanfictions and posts about these encounters, ranging from fluff, to angst to smut and lemons. We all know it happens, so deal with it.

Then, come the realists, who start bashing ships with facts. “They aren’t gay”, “They have girlfriends” and “Why are you writing abotu REAL people??” So what?! It’s make believe and for fun anyways! FanFICTION! Fiction is not real / parallel universes, where this stuff can become a reality. Trust me, we know it’s not real. That doesn’t mean we can’t dream and create universes to make it real.

But, that is not what this is about. You all probably know this, since I’m writing this on Tumblr. This is about my ships (which I will list a majority of them) and then I will (try) to explain why I ship it the way I do without a lot of words.

My ships include the following:

YOUTUBE:

Phan (YT) This ship is one of the most famous, but I don’t ship it as most do. I view this glorious ships as the cutuest and purest brotp ever. I’m talking plaonic I love you’s, forehead kisses and hand holding. This ship for me is fluff! Because they’ve known each other for a long time, I don’t doubt they tried dating, but I can’t see it working out. I feel with their bond, it’d be awkward for them, so they break up, and just stay as incredibly close friends.

Jelix (YT) A semi-rare pair of YouTubers jacksepticeye and Pewdiepie. This is also just an incredible brotp for me. Any collabs they do are super fun and engaging and they almost seem like brothers. The playful fighting and insults remind me of a brotherly feel to their relationship. I know that Jack is dating Signe and she is an incredibly badass girl with killer style, and I ship Septishu so hard! They are absolutely adorable together!!

Septishu (YT / IRL ) Oh. My. God! I can’t even begin to explain this ship. It’s super cute and super canon! Wiishu is an INCREDIBLE person, with the gall to keep up with the loud tennis ball that is Jack / Sean. She has an amazing sense of style and her make-up is always gorgeous. How can ANYONE hate this incredibly adorable Danish badass?! Plus, she has her own YouTube! Any videos she does with Jack are incredibly cute and sweet.

Tythan (YT) This one will garuntee get me in trouble... Tythan. Oh, the newest (kinda) ship of Ethan from Crankgameplays and Tyler from Teamiplier. Two guys who (maybe?) live(d) together and appear quite frequently on Markiplier’s channel. But, there is a chemistry between the adorable Baby Boy Blue and Stone-Face Tyler. With subtle glances, a couple hovering incidents and a bunch of adorable interactions, how can you not like these two boys. They botha re incredible and sweet people who just wanna spread kindness. How I ship this,I still don’t know. It’s mixture of lovey-dovey romance with platonic friends who just get along great! I just like seeing my bois together!

Crankiplier- A weird pair, but I like the weird ones. Basically, it’s just Mark and Ethan as their current relationship is. They get along great and Mark has said that Ethan impresses him, with his perservearance of not giving up on his YouTube channel. Plus, thei have great laughs together and their collabs are hilarious!

Cranksepticeye- Another odd-ball. I don’t know why I like this pair. It’s just, fitting? Both loud bois with colored hair with a dedication to making their fans happy. Plus, they have somewhat similar mannerisms, like constantly brushing hair out of their eyes, and their loud and hyperactive personalities, along with steadfast morals. To me, it’s a mirroring thing and besides, my bois are precious.

Septiplier-No, THIS one will definitelly get me in trouble... Okay, this originally wasn’t going to be on here, but I ship this. Now, before you get your panties in a twist, let me explain this. I love the friendship of Mark and Jack. The banter and the playful jabs are so funny. They have girlfriends and I only ship them as friends. Much like Tythan. The dynamic chemistry between them, plus the banter, their Prop Hunt videos and general collab videos are hilarious. I did ship it romantically at one point, but not the smutty lemons and that. Eck. I like pure things with dynamic characters that have great chemistry. Septiplier is dead, but their friendship lives on in my heart, because to me, that’s all they ever would be.

HETALIA: I should say this. All of these ships are based around Fanon only, as I’m not a fan of the show itself. I really love the fanon universe that’s been created.

RusAme- Shut up. I like a good, conflicting pair! A lot of good angst, and headcanons. These two are such a power couple.

FrUK- SIBLINGS!! I don’t ship this romantic. Their pasts are too deep and troubled for them to be romatically in love in my book.

USUK- SIBLINGS!! See FrUK for the explanation.

Spamano: A fiesty Italian matched with a lovey-dovey Spaniard who has a great ass? Sign me up! A pair tha’s dynamically opposed, hell yeah!

GerIta- It’s canon. You can notprove it too me othewise.

ScotEng- https://www.youtube.com/user/KamisWorld94 There ya go. These two (German??) cosplayers have created these characters so beautifully that I can’t help but NOT ship them.

AmeCan- Brotherly Love. Grown up together under heavy Native American influence until the British and French came, but still raised in similar ways and are the best bros ever!

DenAme- Two hyperactive, silly adults with the enerdy of 6 year olds? Yep! Two stubborn men with morals, a love for showing strength and then silly antics? Sign me up!

PrUK- Bros. I fully believe in the Head Canon that these two were twins. yeah.

SpUK- Pirate. Days.

Awesome Trio- Beer? check. Three men with childish energy levels? check. A home alone? check. Crazy, drunken antics? Sign me up!

SANDERS SIDES: Aka the zany personalities of the amazing Thomas Snaders

Polysanders- Because I love the idea of the aspects of Thomas loving themselevs and each other.

HARRY POTTER:

Drarry- Shut up. I can’t help it! I’m a slut for contradicting characters finally resolving all their hate for love instead, finding out that being gay is okay, and that they are happier. (I’m also a slut for 8th Year Drarry. Huh! be still my beating heart!)

Harmony- Come on! These two get along like brother and sister. Hermione always worrying about Harry, Harry making sure Hermione has some fun. He usually sticks with Ron on arguments, but he does side with hermione when Ron’s being and arse. They watch out for each other, and in thd Deathly Hallows, when Ron leaves and Harry tries to cheer her up? That was super pure and I love their relationship.

Ginny X Luna- Cute lesbians both underestimated by others? YES!! Luna helps Ginny be a little more girly and Ginny helps Luna with her hexes. Ginny definitely is the protector, but Luna’s in Ravenclaw for a reason. She’s super witty, and exceptionally clever, with music. Plus, Luna and Ginny having sleepovers where they braid hair and just chatter are my achilles heel!

WolfStar- What? Come on! I love Maruaders so much! I would pay a lot of money, to have a Maruader’s universe series, written like Casting Moonshadows. That fic is a blessing on this Earth!! Plus, the YT group, Mishcief Managers have a to die for Marauder’s universe and even a killer Drarry storyline!

Notice: I am not tagging any of the people mentione din this for good reasons. Many of them have said that they do not want to be tagged in shippy stuff that’s about their friends. At least, that’s what I’m trying to prevent. I love them all, because they are all amazing people, so don’t be douchebags and tag them. (What I mean is by @ ) I will tag the various ship names, and fandoms.

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