for your consideration: bad boys but in a futuristic, cyberpunk, colorful neon world. bad boys but void jumpers, hopping from one reality to the next, from one body to another, reckless and loud and full of life. they all have matching neon streaks in their hair and matching laughs of glee as they outrun whatever deity or government or entity is chasing them this time. nothing bad ever happens to them. nothing bad ever happens to them

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

more oc stuff 🎉 i love divorce

literally wanna dieeeee I realized belatedly that not only was down bad written for me due to being an alien abduction metaphor song but it perfectly describes my situation w/my ex who dumped me 3 days into our second vacation in his country

it's definitely extremely funny that after i start writing a smut For Real (not clickbait) i proceed to receive. a fucking nosebleed. like this is anime.

it has been two years since we parted ways. two years since you brutally, mercilessly burned down our friendship, out of the blue, without warning, explanation, rhyme or reason.

i still think about you often. the things we did together. the things we wanted to do. i think about your ringtone, your notification chime. your family, music you liked, music we both liked, that i played in my car when i drove you to that place once because you didn't have a licence. honestly, i doubt you have it now. you were never the kind of guy to see things through to the end. i think about how weird but also kinda cool you found my job. if we still knew each other, would you visit me at work? probably not. you wouldn't have the time. not for me. i also think about the fights we had. the misunderstandings. at one point we didn't talk for an entire year but somehow we always found our way back to each other. except last time, of course. statistically speaking, we must have crossed paths at least once since then. we still live close to each other, if you haven't moved, but i have a feeling you didn't. the supermarket, the subway, the pharmacy, the voting site, the cinema, on the way to work, school, the festival that takes place here every year that you love going to, on some rental bike or scooter. countless possibilities. but as far as i know, we've actually never seen each other again. maybe that's because, secretly, i have kept an eye out for you. can't help myself, i guess. my heart aches every time i drive past your street. which is multiple times a day, all lines cross it. except line 7 but i never get that one anyway. you ripped us apart. you did this. mundane things remind me of you. the time we had. whether it was supposed to last longer, or if it was right to end and i just can't accept it. after all this time. it's so bizarre. i have treated our separation like the death of a loved one. permanent, radical, an undebatable finality. and yet i think about what i would say to you if, by some gruesome, ironic miracle i'd one day have the displeasure to come face to face with you again, almost every day. i don't have an answer. i hope i will never have to; i fear the opposite will be the case. and when that day comes, there's no telling if the part of me you broke will finally mend, or shatter and disperse with the storm you sowed for good. maybe then this part can finally get the rest you selfishly, cowardly denied it.

i find you truly pathetic. appalling.

but even if it's too late for us, i hope, for your sake, that one day you'll realize the gravity of what you did to me and how that felt. may you have enough self-pity left to do something about it.

I wanna ride a centaur.

witch hat atelier is hurting my feelings

okay this is going to be an insufferable and niche post but the reason I’m so hard on Elyse Meyers is because we have so many similarities and such differences of purpose. Like. for both of us it goes

✔️ brunettes (curly hair)

✔️ interesting, imperfect faces

✔️ infectious laughs (eyes go all crinkly)

✔️ tons of anxiety

✔️ natural storytellers (good with words)

✔️ able to combine charm and vulnerability to awaken empathy

but we’re using those powers for very different reasons and in different ways. Every choice she makes is one I have consciously turned away from because I don’t think they’re valid choices!!!! (More thoughts in the tags)

Me: hey so this is like the 5th time we've rewritten this

My brain: rookie numbers, we can totally hit a dozen if we try

Me: ...okay, ignoring that for now- why is the subtitle to this suddenly "sometimes, dismemberment is a love language"?

My brain: ...because of all the dismemberment?

Me: *sigh*

remember when i said the upcoming written part was gonna be short

not going to lie them making the protagonist of anatomy of a fall bisexual was inspired

Hate that the end of tlou discussion is always about what joel did or didnt do wrong at the hospital when the actual big deal is the LIE why does no one talk about the LIE

!!!writing!!!

— OCS AND TRAGIC HORROR TROPES.

i was tagged by @florbelles @henrytlney @denerims @jillvalcntines @devilbrakers @indorilnerevarine @swordcoasts @nuclearstorms to take this quiz for my ocs, thank you all soso much!!!

tagging: i'm pretty sure this made the rounds already jsfkjfkd so i'm not directly tagging anyone but if you see this and want to give it a shot just say i tagged you!! <3

THE FINAL GIRL

the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive- or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises as bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest.

FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER

this plight is the simplest of them all: you did not ask for this. you were never given a choice. no part of yourself feels human, just a collection of traits you've picked up from mirroring anyone you could, even the people you meet through a television screen. it's alienating to live that way- yet someone has called you the alienating one. maybe too many people to count. maybe they treated you so uncomfortably inhuman that it's all you can understand now, or you've dug yourself into such a deep hole in an attempt to keep safe that you can't remember a person living in the home of your body at all. being alive is confusing and painful and lonely and loud but living is all there is to being human- you're already there. just take air into your lungs and breathe. close your eyes and picture a beautiful sky. you made that. you painted that yourself.

THE VAMPIRE

it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.

Soo thankful my ra is great this year and has both common sense and critical thinking. Genuinely one of my favorite people in college