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polakina · 1 month

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how they fuck you

red dead redemption headcanons #2

hc masterlist // masterlist

on my third playthrough of rdr2 and i cannot bring myself to play low honour. why do i put myself through this?

also this is ridiculously long, got a little carried away but i shall not apologise

rating: explicit

is always gentle with you at first

delicate touches, lingering kisses, gazing eyes at your every movement or ministration

"what do you want, mi amor? tell me"

loves to hear you beg for him, want him

it just turns him on even more

dirty talk through the ROOF

this man knows how to talk you through it

"fuck you feel amazing, hermosa. yeah, just like that, huh? anything for you"

will eat you out for days if he could

never really tried it before, even when he lived in Mexico, he never really gave it a go

but with you, he wanted to try everything. whatever you wanted, he was up for it

so when you first asked him, he was nervous as hell, but willing to try

he found out he loved it and does it every single fucking time he had you all to himself

buries himself between your thighs like a man starved, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you still

his tongue worked fucking wonders on your pussy, knowing exactly where to focus his attention, loving how you always moaned a little softer when his tongue dipped inside your cunt

fucks you slow, savouring the moment when he can

loves to have you riding him. seeing you on top spurs something inside him

his hands grip your waist fiercely, guiding your hips to grind against him, pulling sweet, elicit moans from your throat

loves to cut your clothes from your body with his knife

it's so much more satisfying than just taking them off with his hands

kinda likes quickies. prefers taking his time but there's something about pulling you away for a few minutes to have his way with you behind the protection of a tree or something that he loves

usually happens out on missions, so there's risk of the gang seeing you guys, but what's life without a little risk?

you could be on watch beside your tent while everyone sleeps, and javier will come over to keep you company

but it doesn't take long for his hand to slip into your pants as he whispers all sorts of things in your ear as he sits behind you while you try and continue your watch duty

was terrible at aftercare before, never really understood the in's and out's of it

but learned eventually with you, when you explained it to him

now he's at your beck and call whenever you need it

wear this man's hat around camp and that's all he needs to pull you to a secluded tent

but wear it while you fuck him? arthur would die happy in that exact moment

likes to call you 'cowgirl' when you ride him. you always roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, but it doesn't stop him

the two of you don't have all the time in the world. being one of dutch's most trusted members, he's needed away from camp a lot more than anyone else

so you've both learned the art of being fast

and it doesn't take long for him to make you cum

never asks for them, but loves blowjobs

he likes to draw in his tent when he's got time to himself, so when he sees you come in and sink to your knees in between his lap, he can't think of a better sight

the absolute king of praises (have you heard how he talks to his horse?? imagine him talking to a woman oml)

not a fan of degrading, he never saw the appeal, but uses other methods to 'punish' you

"what do you want, darlin?" he'd say as he's fucking you from behind, your face pressed into the pillow to stifle your moans, your ass in the air held up by his hands on your hips. "oh babygirl, you wanna cum, huh? then you can beg me for it, can't you?"

will edge you for days

especially when he knows he's going to be away for a few days afterwards

definitely grabs the headboard

mainly for his own stability to be able to thrust into you harder as you moan his name into the room

has his hands on you at all times

holding your hands above your head by your wrists, holding your face against the mattress with his hand on the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and gently yanking your head back when he pounds into you

when you do get a night away from camp, he wants to make it last the whole night

takes his time with you to the point where he's practically teasing you for hours

takes his time undressing you, kissing every part of your body, touching every part of you until his fingerprints were practically imprinted into your skin

give this man some guidance or it's like walking through a maze blindfolded

learned a lot with you

figured out really quick what you liked and what you didn't like, what places he could touch you that would send your head spinning

this eventually led him to learn how to be very sneaky in public

he could touch you in such simple places, in such an innocent way that no one else would think anything of it

but you'd know, and you wouldn't stop it

you like the way he touched your neck? he was all over that shit, cupping your cheek, his fingers tickling your neck

you liked his hands in your hair? his fingers tangled at the base of your neck, pulling your hair slightly to tease you

his hand would rest on your thighs, fingers slowly creeping up your thigh while you were all sat around the campfire

you'd always give him a little glare, which he would ignore, a goofy smirk on his face

and the way he fucked you was no different

he had mastered the art of teasing your body and your limits, and put that knowledge in every time he had you alone

"come on, marston. stop teasin' me like this"

he'd always smirk, working his way down your body in a painfully slowly manner

"i'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart. you just lay back and relax. lemme take care of you"

loved to make you feel good before he even thought about himself

but when he was too pent up, he came a lot quicker than he wanted

but he made up for it when tending to you afterwards until you were practically pushing him away, too sensitive for his expert fingers

not the best at going down on you, but makes up with experience

but what he's really good with is his hands

his fingers

they know exactly what they're doing when he pushes them inside your soaked pussy

curling at that devastating spot inside you that makes you crumble to your knees

loves to be on top of you, seeing your face contort when he pushes inside you slowly, deeply

he's basic, a lover of missionary, but seeing your face and watching your body writhe under his grip is really what turns him on

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andreafmn · 4 months

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

Word Count: 1.6K Paring: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @a-cure-for-writers-block: mothering their S/Os younger siblings and making sure they're getting enough to eat

Summary: Lip Gallagher has had a hell of a year, and most of the time he doesn't think he deserve the mercy he's been shown. But (Y/N) will stop at nothing to make sure he and his family know they are taken care of. And he knows it.

A/N: a bit late, but still published. Also, this is very short and sweet and does not follow the canon after season 5. Kind of went off path to give Lip a bit of a quicker redemption. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“Yo, Lip,” Ian’s sleepy voice rang through his brother’s phone. “Uh, your girlfriend is over here, and I think she’s gone crazy.”

“What you mean?” Lip chuckled as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up. “‘Cause that’s a lot coming from you.”

“Very funny,” he laughed sarcastically. “No, but she made Christmas puke on the house, and she’s been cooking nonstop since this morning. She hounded us all morning until we ate breakfast and wouldn’t stop until we sat down at the table.” ”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he pictured his girlfriend with her face dirtied by food, her hair tied back and away from her face, and her voice carrying around the house as she made sure everyone had eaten. It was one of the things he loved about her and one of the reasons he was glad she had come into his life. “Look, I’ll be home soon,” he chuckled. “Can you just make sure she actually eats? I know she’s gonna forget.”

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.”

(Y/N) had come into Lip’s life at a moment when he was sure his life would have gone down the rails. She has become his sense of normalcy in his less-than-normal life. He had needed something to ground him back to earth, and that was exactly what she had done. After being so close to rock bottom he could taste the soil on the ground, she had been the only one that had been able to bring him back to his feet.

As he got off the L, he wondered what she could have ever seen in him. She was smart and beautiful and a complete juxtaposition to the man he was. She was sunshine where he was rain, she was happiness where he was gloom, she was future while he was stuck in the past. And she was everything he never thought he needed.

The moment he reached the house, he could hear the chatter from his family and the smell of (Y/N)’s cooking. Inside, Liam, Carl, and Ian were hypnotized by the TV while (Y/N) and Debbie talked away in the kitchen.

Ian had not lied. The Gallagher house had been decorated like it had never been before. From garlands to stockings above the fireplace, to a massive Christmas tree in front of the stairs, it was a scene that had never lived inside that house. “Yo, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Lip chuckled as he shook off his jacket. “Didn’t think we’d ever have these many decorations.”

“And presents,” Carl grinned. “Check under the tree.”

Just like his younger brother had pointed, under the pine rested a couple of boxes wrapped in kraft paper. Each of them had every one of the Gallagher’s names written on them and a glittering red bow around them. It truly was more than Lip could have ever expected.

“Ian, did she eat something?”

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s also been pecking at everything she’s doing.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Taking the scenery in, Lip walked into the kitchen to find (Y/N) wearing a dirty apron and plates balanced on her arms.

“You’re home,” she smiled, kissing his cheek as she walked past him to give the three boys each a plate. “Good. There’s a plate for you in the microwave. I made some turkey sandwiches for lunch. Light enough to not fill you guys up for dinner but strong enough to tide you over until then.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” the boys chorused before digging into their sandwiches and focusing back on the TV.

“This is so good, (Y/N),” Debbie exclaimed from the breakfast table. “I don’t know how you’re not studying to be a chef.”

“I cook for fun, not for work,” the young woman smiled. “That’s what engineering school is for.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged. “If the genius stuff doesn’t work out, you could definitely be a chef.”

“Thank you, Debs,” (Y/N) responded. “And speaking of school, how was your last final, babe? I know this semester has been a bit hard.”

Understatement of the century, Lip had thought. He couldn’t understand how he had not been expelled after everything he had done the year before. He had been so close to losing it all. Had it not been for (Y/N) stopping him before he smashed Youens car and speaking up on his behalf at the disciplinary meeting, he was sure he would have gotten a worse punishment than a semester suspension. She had been the saving grace he didn’t know he needed, and she was the reason he understood he needed help.

Lip had inherited more than a hard life from his parents, he’d fallen victim to their addictive genetics and gone off the deep end with a bottle of liquor in hand. But somehow, she had been there to pull him up while he was down and walk beside him as he got back onto the right path. She stayed with him as he rebuilt himself into the man people believed he was.

“I think it went pretty well,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Won’t know until after the break, but if midterms were anything to go by, I did good.”

“That’s good. I’m pretty sure you did very well,” she smiled as she sat beside him, placing a hand on his and a coffee cup in front of his plate. “And I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna need you to help me prep the table for dinner tonight. Kev, V, and the girls are coming over. Fiona can’t make it, but she’ll try for actual Christmas Day or New Year's.”

“You’ve got everything planned out already, don’t you?” Lip chuckled. “Not that I am surprised in any way, shape or form.”

“I would have told you earlier, but I wanted you to focus on your exams,” she said before turning to the boys in the living room. “Hey, guys! Remember to wash your dishes when you’re done! I’m gonna need them for tonight.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back.

“You got them very well trained,” Debbie laughed. “Where have you been all our lives?”

“Just on the other side of town,” the girl smiled. “Now hurry and finish eating. We’ve got work to do.”

After everyone finished their lunch and the how was suddenly dispersed of children, (Y/N) and Lip set off to work. While she waltzed around the kitchen, he rearranged the formal dining area to fit all the guests. As he walked around the house, the young man wanted to laugh. He remembered a time when that type of domesticity would have sent him running, searching for the easiest way to drown his fears of commitment and stability. But there he was, setting tables for a dinner party that his girlfriend had cooked, and he didn’t feel the jittery need to escape. He didn’t feel the anxious desire to feel alcohol burn its way down his throat and fill him with a mirage of confidence. He wanted to stay.

“Hey,” he whispered after he had finished his task, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her cheeks. “Thanks for doing this.”

“Of course,” she smiled, leaning into the comfort and warmth of his touch. “Do you think there’s enough food I don’t know if I should set out some snacks for the kids while the turkey is finished. Maybe dinner is too late for Jemma and Amy. I should set some snacks out.”

“(Y/N), baby,” he chuckled. Lip flipped her around, kissing her lips softly to stop her rambling. “There’s enough food, and they should be starving by dinner. You worked hard enough on all these dishes, they need to be eaten.”

“And they will, but…”

“You really enjoy mommying them, don’t you?” Lip grinned lovingly. “You know they’re not kids anymore –other than Liam. The other ones are all teenagers, they know how to get food when they’re hungry.”

“I know that. But I just wanna make sure they know there’s someone here that cares about them other than you now that Fiona’s gone,” she admitted, her eyes falling onto the hands she pressed to his chest. “And I want them to like me, Lip. I’m in it for the long run, babe.”

“If there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that the Gallagher family loves you,” he smiled. His hand caressed her cheek softly, and it surprised him that only a year before, his knuckles would have been ripped and bloodied. But not with her. Never with her. “And if you keep cooking like this for them, they’ll make sure you’re here forever.”

“And what about you? Would you want me to stay forever?”

Lip couldn’t help the smile that spread across his mouth. As he stared into her eyes, it took everything inside him not to spoil the plans he had for Christmas morning. He wanted to give her all the reassurance she could need with the ring he had hidden deep in his underwear drawer. But when he had a plan, it was hard to divert from it. “How could I want anything else?” he grinned. “Now, why don’t we finish up here so we can have a little treat before dinner ourselves?”

“Philip Gallagher,” she exclaimed at his advance, slapping his chest playfully. “I have too much work to do to be thinking about that.”

“Come on, I’ve only been thinking about this all day,” he groaned. “It’s the only thing that got me through that test.”

“Then you can wait a bit more,” she laughed. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, baby. All good things come to those who wait.”

And, at that moment, she had no idea how much truth there was in that statement.

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deancasbigbang · 8 months

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Title: Solitudes

Author: ilovehowyouletmefall

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, mentions of past Dean/Cassie and Dean/Lisa

Length: 21400

Warnings: Canon typical alcoholism, alcohol withdrawal, vomiting, suicidal ideation, hallucinated major character death

Tags: angst with a happy ending, the mixtape, atypical formatting, season 12, canon divergent, open-ended

Posting Date: October 3, 2023

Summary: Dean and Castiel understand each other more than anyone else. They misunderstand each other more than anyone else as well. After Cas is nearly killed by Ramiel, Dean is coming very close to acknowledging that he wants something more from Cas than friendship. Cas, however, feels the weight of his responsibility very heavily. When Dean asks Cas to stick around longer, Cas says he needs to keep looking for Kelly, leaving Dean feeling dejected. But Cas agrees to help out on one more hunt before he leaves. Neither him nor Dean realize that the monster they're after can make their worst nightmares come true. Or: Dean thinks Cas is killed. Cas is there to witness the aftermath.

Excerpt: The address takes them into a residential area. It's clearly a well-off neighbourhood, large houses set far back from the street on carefully landscaped lots. Mature trees cast shade across the street, dappled light filtering through fresh spring leaves. It seems to Cas like a lonely place to live. He pulls up in front of a lot that has more trees than yard, puts the truck in park and cuts off the tape deck. Between the branches, at the end of a sweeping driveway, Cas can see a concrete block of a mansion, gray and hulking and crawling with vines. Closer to the road, a weathered “For Sale” sign tilts in the dirt. “Cozy,” Dean remarks. “Mm,” Cas hums. The tension that hung between himself and Dean during the drive settles over them again. The house looks dark and abandoned. Dean pulls his flask out of his pocket, and knocks back a shot of whiskey. He shakes the flask, checking how full it is. It must be empty because Dean scowls before tucking it away again. Castiel can be patient. He’s spent millenia watching the formation of galaxies. He can wait for Dean to break the silence between them. He can do that. “Are we going to talk?” Cas asks instead. Dean picks at the denim wearing thin across his knee, and mutters, “Sure, yeah, what d’you wanna talk about?” “You’re angry--” “I’m not--” “You are,” Cas insists. “And I don’t know what you want from me.” Dean looks sternly out the window, scanning the house, not looking at Cas. “I told you already.” Stay with me, Dean had said. Cas holds those words inside of himself. They make him feel warm all over, like stirring embers. He thinks about making his home with Dean, and it’s a shimmering, glowing idea. Having a place that’s his, theirs. He feels the tugging at his heart, the wanting. But then Cas thinks about how much he has to do before the world is safe, and about how much of the danger he’s responsible for, and how far away he is from redemption. Reality washes over him like grief. He imagines being sidelined, now, of all times. Cas shakes his head. “Dean…” he says gently, “don’t ask me for something I can’t give.” Reflected in the window, Castiel sees a crack in Dean’s frown, his eyes widening briefly before they go hard again. Dean shrugs. “Okay.” For a long time, the street is quiet around them. A nearby tree rustles with the movement of a squirrel. Further away, a woodpecker rat-tat-tats against a trunk. Then a scream pierces the air.

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 4 months

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It really annoys me when I hear people describe "Ed's redemption arc," because Ed did not receive a redemption arc, nor did he need one.

Was Ed a shitty captain to his crew at the beginning of the season? Yes, 100%. But this wasn't a case of Ed needing to "learn" that his behavior was wrong; I'm sure he was already well aware of that (based on how he willingly allowed them to make him wear a sack and a collar when he got back to the ship). If Ed had needed to learn how to treat people, they would have shown us instances of him treating his crew poorly in s1, but he's consistently depicted as a good, thoughtful captain who is kind to others as a rule. It seems like Fang is so upset at the beginning of s2 in large part because he's known Ed the longest and knows his behavior is seriously off for him.

Does this excuse Ed for making his crew feel overworked and shitty? Of course not! But it contextualizes it - like, yeah, sorry his suicide attempt made you feel bad, too. Suicide attempts tend to be like that. There's a reason the crew were debating if he was getting better right up until the mutiny, there's a reason they forgave him so easily - they love him and they know he was in a deeply terrible place mentally. Not an excuse, and it's right Ed had to make amends, but that is necessary context.

Ed didn't need to learn any lessons about how to treat people or how to be a better person. He needed to learn that he's not unlovable and begin healing from his (extremely recent and visibly present through the facial injuries he has through most of the season) suicide attempt.

Ed's arc is about being in such a terrible place that you're willing to treat other people terribly, and then healing from that extreme low point. Dumbing it down by calling it a "redemption arc" misrepresents the actual themes of the show and ignores the more interesting and nuanced things the show has to say about healing and forgiveness.

#ofmd #our flag means death #cw suicide

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w1ldthoughts · 9 months

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Reservations and Redemption

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Synopsis: Jack and Zoey’s first date.

From the very beginning of the night Zoey was reminded that this wasn’t some regular degular dinner date. There was a car ready to pick her up from her hotel right at 8pm like Jack said, and he’d be meeting her at the restaurant. A burly looking security guard awaited her when she arrived, walked her in through the back entrance and up the stairs to a private table next to a massive glass window, overlooking the city.

He was already sitting at the table waiting for her, wearing a brown short sleeve button down with white stripes on the collar and these adorable little glasses. His bright blue eyes shined brighter the moment she came into view.

“Thank you Mike.” Jack nods to the security guard, standing up to pull out the chair across from him. “Hi Zoey, you look amazing.”

The heat she felt on her cheeks made her want to melt into the floor. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” She responds, getting a slight chuckle out of him. “When I saw the security guard out there I definitely thought I would be meeting someone up here to sign an NDA before I got to you.”

“I usually save those for the second or third date.” He jokes. A waiter arrives soon after and brings them water as they look over the menu and make small talk. “Wait a minute, you work for David Tutera? My mom used to watch ‘My Fair Wedding’ and I’m not even gonna lie, I tuned in for a couple episodes. Those venues were all decked out and sexy. Definitely got me excited for my own wedding.”

“Yeah mine did too!” She smiled. “And it’s crazy to think about because I used to watch and hope that someday he’d plan my wedding if I had the money. Now that I’m here it’s a definite possibility.”

The rapper was getting more nervous by the minute. Zoey was gorgeous and successful and funny and honest. She was exciting and scary at the same time and he desperately needed some food in his system to push down the kaleidoscope of butterflies in his stomach.

“So…how’d you meet Normani? I saw that you two have been friends for a while now.”

The woman across from him takes a sip of her water. “Yeah we met at X-factor auditions when we were teens, immediately hit it off and have been inseparable since then.”

“You can sing?” His ears perk up. “Imma definitely keep that in mind for later. Have you sing me a lullaby or something to go to sleep one day.”

“I only sing for fun now, I’ve got a job I love and definitely enjoy and value my privacy even more being around Nor. Having to see the shit she deals with on a regular basis just makes me that much more grateful for the life I have.” She pauses as they both thank the waiter when their food comes out. “My job allows me to meet and interact with all of these amazing people, but the entire world doesn’t need to know my business.”

Jack sighs, nodding his head. “Privacy…my most prized possession. Not really something I considered when I started doing this but now that I’m here, I’m realizing how important it really is to separate your public persona from your personal life. Glad I get to escape to Louisville though and be home. I’d probably be the worst person in the world if I lived here full-time.” He explains.

“Yeah the little glimpse I saw of LA Jack a few days ago was enough. This version of you is so much better.”

His lips pulled into a grin and he let out a laugh. The mop of curls on top of his head shook slightly and she wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked. “You’re gonna make me apologize for that for the rest of my life aren’t you?”

“Oh absolutely.” She responded, watching him roll his eyes playfully.

After dinner was over and he paid, the man looked over at her, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’m not ready for this date to end.”

“So this is a date? I thought this was an apology.” She teased.

“Can’t it be both? Either way, I don’t want this night to end yet.”

Zoey met his eyes and looked away immediately, staring out the window. “What did you have in mind?”

“Now that’s a surprise.” He winked, standing up to grab her hand which she happily accepted.

Mike escorted them down the same secret path she’d taken earlier. There was a different car waiting for them in the empty parking garage and the two hopped in the backseat. Within minutes they had arrived at their destination. The car pulled around to the side of the building and into another secluded parking lot. He was going to great lengths to make sure no one saw them and she appreciated that. Another muscled man joined Mike and the two led the way into a massive private theater room.

There were drinks in the corner, popcorn and blankets and the ceiling was decked out with constellations. Zoey almost had to physically pick her jaw up from the floor.

“You did all this?” She whispers, her voice incapable of upping the volume.

“I did.” He whispers back. “Let’s go sit.”

Of course he’d done his research and picked out ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ for them to watch. It was essentially the perfect romantic movie. The drama, the cute couple, the wedding scene? It was probably one of the most visually pleasing films she’d ever seen and that’s why she loved it so much. Halfway through the movie she was covered by this soft, fuzzy blanket wrapped in the arms of a six-time Grammy nominated artist silently wondering how the hell this even happened.

She could hear him softly humming along to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” making small circles on her shoulder. Zoey looked up at him, biting her lip. Jack took his other hand and ran it gently across her cheek with his thumb, taking a deep breath. Their faces were so close already that he could smell the sweet vanilla fragrance she used. He leaned in a little more but hesitated as soon as their lips touched because if he was already this far gone, the kiss would probably send him over the edge. Fuck it.

They started slow, small tender pecks that became a delicate tongue filled dance, leaving their bodies humming with excitement. His large hand cupped her face and she rested hers around his forearm, desperate for more physical contact. They were both surprised his glasses didn’t fall off. She was so warm to the touch that it almost felt familiar, like he’d been wandering around the world alone for a while and was finally back home. After what felt like an eternity, they broke apart, breathy giggles filling the room as he rested a hand on her hip and their eyes were back on the movie. Their minds were very much elsewhere.

Before she knew it the movie was over and the night had to end. She regretfully took his hand and stood up from her seat when Mike turned on the lights.

“We should do this again.” Jack said, his eyes looking a little sleepy even though his pulse was still racing. “Text me when you get back to your hotel so I know you’re good?”

She nodded and welcomed the innocent kiss he placed on her temple. He walked her all the way out the door without letting go of her hand and kissed her knuckles before she got in the car. That was one hell of an apology she thought to herself when the door closed.

Jack watched sadly as the car pulled out of the small parking lot. There was a small laugh behind him. “What could possibly be funny right now man?” He asked, looking butthurt.

Mike shook his head, “nothing J, you’re just sprung and it’s nice to see. You know Urban’s gonna be on your ass about it though right?”

“He already has been.” He says with a scoff, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell imma do Mike. I like her but you know I’m not a relationship guy.”

The car they’re taking back to the hotel comes into view. “Slow your roll Romeo, nobody said you were getting married tomorrow. Just take it one day at a time. We’ll head home in the morning, you'll figure yourself out and maybe make plans to see her again.” The security guard pauses, opening Jack’s door. “You do want to see her again, don’t you?”

“As soon as humanly possible.”

Is there anything above cloud 9? Because that’s how Zoey felt walking in the door.

“Come here right now and tell me everything.” Her friend didn’t even let her take two steps before hounding her about her night. “Was he nice? A gentleman? What did you guys do? Where did you go? Was the food good? Did you kiss? How—”

“Mani, breathe.” Zoey tells her, sitting next to her on the couch. “Yes he was nice. Very much a gentleman, we had dinner at 71Above and then went to this cozy little movie theater and it was just us in the room. We kissed and the food was great. Any other questions, your honor?”

Mani nods her head slowly, taking everything in while her best friend looks on in annoyance. “Anything you want to share with the class, Miss Hamilton?”

“No it’s just that DK and I knew that you two would hit it off and we can’t wait to double date.”

“Who says I’m going to date him? He’s a rapper who lives in Kentucky full time and probably has a revolving door of women that he entertains. I’m not an idiot, I don’t want to set myself up to get my feelings hurt by thinking I’m special.”

The singer raises her eyebrows at her friend’s assessment on the dilemma at hand. “But you have a little crush on him, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. I had a good night but it was probably a one time thing.” Zoey assures her.

“Sure Zozo. Whatever you say…”

“I’m serious! Sorry about your double date fantasy but, it’s just not like that between us. I most likely won’t even see him again unless you or D have another party. And I do not have a crush on Jack Harlow.”

She definitely had a crush on Jack Harlow. And she was counting down the seconds until she got to see him again.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jackman thomas harlow #jack x zoey #Spotify #jack harlow imagine

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[ID: Sketch in partial colour of Redemption era Parker and Eliot sitting side by side in the courtyard of their New Orleans base, in similar relative positions to when they had a heart to heart at the end of the hurricane job. Parker and her background are in colour, and she’s looking sadly down, hunched forward slightly. Eliot is in greyscale and wearing prison clothes, looking sad and serious. End ID] -

Day 29: alt. Prison

AU for The Turkish Prisoner Job, where Eliot gets stuck in the prison, and also the first part of the three-parter of ficlets, with the others on days 8 (dissociation, part 3) and 15 (experimentation, part 2). I know it’s backwards but that’s the way the days worked out 😅

Ficlet below the cut.

“Do exactly what they say,” were the last words they heard from Eliot for days, and they hadn’t even been addressed to the team. He had been speaking to Romero, just as he was about to get released on a day pass by their marks, and then he was gone. Taken away by prison guards under orders that overruled the detectives.

The confusion and surprise didn’t last more than a few seconds.

Sophie stepped in, had Breanna mute Eliot’s comm for all but her, and talked their client through how to proceed, keeping him calm and collected as he had to keep going now without a hitter for back-up.

The job had taken another turn, requiring a change of plan, new considerations, and they needed all of them involved to pull it off successfully, which meant it was two days before they had a chance to get back to Eliot. If had been any member of the team other than Eliot, Parker would have been worried.

But it was Eliot and a stint in prison out of contact with his crew was nothing to him.

Regardless, she felt something unpleasant and annoying and she didn’t understand it.

“Babe, you okay?” Hardison asked, his image large in the screens as their long distance call connected.

Breanna had emailed him as soon as they lost contact with Eliot, just in case there was something he could do with his amazing exosphere hacking access. But the prison ran a closed network, no access from the outside even from the exosphere.

“It just feels wrong.”

Hardison frowned, “Eliot being in jail?”

“I don’t know. Yes. Maybe…”

For over ten years Parker had barely gone a day without one or both of Hardison and Eliot either right there beside her or talking in her ear. Now Hardison was gone, only reachable through a complicated video link thing or emails that took too long and were too impersonal, and Eliot’s voice was no longer there either.

“Babe?”

Parker realised she had let her mind wander and looked back to the screen.

She couldn’t place what she was feeling.

She was angry. Angry at Eliot for not just breaking out, angry at Harry for running the job so Eliot ended up in prison, angry with Sophie for letting Harry run the job, and angry with herself because it wasn’t Harry’s fault or Sophie’s fault.

This happened. They did a dangerous job, especially Eliot, and this sort of thing could happen, and no one was to blame.

And she was anxious. Worried about Eliot, which was stupid because it was Eliot Spencer and he was always fine.

“Parker? Talk to me.”

She looked up.

Hardison looked worried, sad.

She smiled slightly, feeling that rising warmth that came whenever he looked at her with so much emotion. The reminder that she wasn’t alone.

“I don’t like not having him here,” she said quietly. She wanted Hardison to understand.

“I know,” he replied, “I’m sorry I’m not there right now.”

She nodded, “Well, you’ve got satellite stuff to do.”

That earned her only a sad smile, and she looked down at the keyboard.

“Harry going into the prison tomorrow?” Hardison asked, “Playing the lawyer.”

“Yeah. We can’t do anything until we know more.”

“I’ll keep trying to dig up intel from my end too. Got an algorithm running right now to cross-reference each of his aliases and his real name against email communications between government agencies, prison networks, rich folk…anyone who might want to lock him up.”

“That’s a long list. We’ve made a lot of enemies.”

And Eliot had a lot more still from before Leverage.

“Yeah. It’s gonna take a while,” Hardison replied, “So, wanna watch something together tonight? I can stream from any country in the world and share the screen.”

“Sharknado?”

Hardison sighed, “We got access to pretty much any film that exists on the internet, and you wanna watch Sharknado. Again.”

She grinned, “We can watch Sharknado II after.”

Sighing again, but smiling properly this time, he got to work finding the films, and they began their movie night.

Harry’s visit to the prison had three purposes. The first, to see if there was a quick route to getting Eliot released. The second, if that failed, to find out what had happened and why Eliot had been detained. The third, to get an earbud back to Eliot.

This required what was, essentially, a pointless and entirely fabricated lawyer-client conversation between Eliot and Harry, which Parker mostly ignored in favour of watching Breanna attempt to find a way into the prison security system now they were parked close to the building in the food truck.

The culmination of this conversation was that no, it was not going to be quick and easy to get Eliot released because he reportedly had committed severe infractions within the prison, as observed by the guards. Eliot had been moved to solitary because of these supposed dangerous acts, which were false but backed up by multiple guards. He hinted that he had some idea of why, but the conversation was recorded and monitored, with two guards in the room at the time, so he couldn’t say more.

But the third task was successful.

About half an hour after Harry returned, and while they were still outside the prison, Eliot’s comm came online.

“Welcome back,” Sophie said, seeing the feed on the laptop screen appear.

“Thanks,” Eliot whispered, suggesting he suspected someone may be listening, “Romero okay?”

“Okay and rolling in it,” Breanna replied proudly.

“Job’s wrapped up, everything sorted, so now we just need to get you out,” Parker added, “Any idea what got you locked in there?”

“Think so,” he replied, “Sorta. Pretty sure I’ve been ID’d.”

That was no surprise. It was among the theories they had discussed.

“Who by?” Harry asked, “It has to be someone high up for them to get you moved to solitary and multiple guards confirming a false story to keep you there.”

“Dunno, but I heard someone talkin’ outside my cell. Think they were on the phone, an’ they told whoever they were talkin’ to that they had me - said my name, not the alias’s - locked down. My guess is they’re gonna transfer me at some point.”

“Weakest part of any transit is when the goods are being loaded into the vehicle,” Parker repeated information she had heard from Eliot years before, “That’s where we rescue you.”

Breanna shifted her screen to bring up several views of roads, “Look, I didn’t manage to get into the prison cameras, but I could get into some CCTV on the roads leading to the prison. A prisoner transport is gonna require an armoured car, right? And it’s gotta go down one of those roads.”

“We’ll be ready for it too, now,” Sophie added, “You can tell us when the transfer is taking place. We’ll get everything prepared to attack the car, and when you give us the signal, we’ll move.”

Considering the number of times they’d waylaid and broken into armoured vehicles in the past, setting up the plan for dealing with this one - and contingencies in case of an escort, alternative routes, timings being off, and so on - didn’t take more than a few hours. And, with the plan established and it already nearing midnight, they all went to bed.

All except Parker.

She tried sitting at the bar and then the desk and then on the stage, and finally wandered out to the courtyard to sit on the picnic table there. It felt very empty to be sitting on that table without Eliot next to her. But then most places she was used to sitting tended to have their hitter there too.

She felt stupid. Ridiculous. Eliot had been away from them undercover or kidnapped or on some side-hustle job loads of times and she never felt this unhappy about it. Hardison had been away loads too, working on those hacker things only he could do, and she felt sad but not like this. Not this icky, distracting, fuzzy feeling in her brain like something was really really wrong.

She pulled her earbud from her pocket and put it in her ear.

“Hey, Eliot? You asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to listen to that podcast with all the facts. Wanna listen with me? We’re like six episodes behind.”

Eliot didn’t reply immediately. She heard a quiet background noise. His footsteps on a hard floor.

Then he spoke quietly, not answering the question.

“You doin’ alright, Parker?”

She tried to laugh properly but it didn’t work. It didn’t sound like a laugh, even though she was meant to be good at grifting by now.

“I’m not the one sitting alone in a dark lonely cold prison cell.”

She could hear the smile in Eliot’s voice. The gentle, soft smile.

“I’ve been in a lot of prisons, Parker. This one’s among the nicest,” he paused, and in it she could picture his expression perfectly. It was the kind, understanding, expression few people ever got to see.

The thought of it, so clear in her mind, finally made her understand what felt so wrong.

She was lonely.

She hadn’t been lonely in a very long time and now it hurt so much more than before.

“It’s just,” she began, looking down at her shoes on the bench, “First Hardison left. And now so have you.”

“Parker,” Eliot said softly, “I didn’t leave. I’m right here, an’ I’m always gonna be. Hardison might be a stupid number of miles away, but he’s right there with you too.”

“With us.”

“With us,” he accepted her correction without hesitating, “We’re not, either of us, ever gonna leave you. An’ I know right now it feels lonely, but you’re not alone. We’re here, Sophie’s there. Harry an’ Breanna are there. Hell, if you wanna call up Hurley I bet he’d answer any time of the day or night an’ probably make you talk to his damn cat.”

Parker laughed despite herself. She liked Hurley’s cat. Eliot didn’t, so the cat always sat on Eliot when they visited, purring contentedly while he growled at it to go annoy someone else, and trying to pretend there wasn’t a fond smile just on the verge of forming on his face.

Eliot left a long pause for his words to sink in, and for Parker to find the truth within them. When he spoke again it was in a more normal tone, saving her from falling too deep into emotions she couldn’t name.

“So,” Eliot said, “About that podcast. ‘Cus solitary’s pretty damn boring.”

Parker found herself smiling.

She already had it up on her phone, the first in their episode backlog ready to go.

“You hear it?”

The familiar theme tune started as she pressed play.

“I hear it,” Eliot replied, then added softly, just as the voices of the podcasters began, “Thanks, Park.”

She nodded although he couldn’t see, smiled, and settled in to spend the night happily with Eliot, even if there were miles and walls of concrete between them.

Parker went to sleep, still listening to that podcast with Eliot in her ear.

When she woke up, Eliot was gone.

His comms were off, and no amount of yelling into her earbud would get a response.

Harry went back into the prison, playing the part of his alias's lawyer again, but he was told that alias wasn't in the prison system. Never had been in the prison at all, according to the records. Hours of intense hacking from outside the walls and from the exosphere found that alias wiped entirely from the prison records, and Eliot's name was nowhere to be found either.

During the night, while his crew slept, Eliot had been made to disappear.

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So, how does Discord from MLP fare as a chaotic god creature who gains redemption from friendship? Considering your issues with The Collector, what made the idea that Discord could be redeemed by Fluttershy's friendship work better?

So, the ask that caused me to finish watching the finale. Let's do this. *cracks neck*

Discord is less human and empathetic.

That... Is actually most of it which I know probably sounds a little weird. After all, shouldn't a kinder character be easier to redeem? Shouldn't it be more satisfying to see them change from their negative influences? Well... Yes. For most characters.

Discord and The Collector are not most characters. They're all powerful gods who mostly get enjoyment from chaos and causing problems. You inherently need a different approach to how they function when it comes to their morality. After all, neither one sees the death or loss of autonomy for a massive amount of people as a big deal so long as they had fun. That hedonism is a core part of both characters.

And this is where the Collector's humanity becomes a problem for the reason why it works with Discord: When Discord fucks over Fluttershy in his redemption, he doesn't expect her to be fair. To be good to him. His expectation, and desire even because of how he sees things, is that she'll snap. She'll get mad, break her word, and he'll be proven right about how all of this is bullshit. Sure, he probably gets turned to stone again but he's immortal. Time doesn't matter as much victory does. Even better if she snaps but keeps her word while swearing him up and down because now he gets to do what he wants.

But... He doesn't get that, does he? She keeps her word... But cuts ties. Doesn't get mad (and sorry if I'm misrepresenting any of this), doesn't throw a fit, doesn't do much of anything. Instead, she lets him know this isn't what friends do, that they aren't friends anymore, and leaves.

He won... But didn't get a prize. Didn't get the reward of breaking Fluttershy's patience. Doesn't get the reward of moral superiority because she dropped her mask and that's a CRUCIAL part of this. He NEVER believed that Fluttershy was being sincere. In his eyes, no one ever is. His chaos is actually revelatory more than anything else to him. Push someone to brink and where do their allegiances lie. That's literally what he does when he first shows up in S2 and shows how weak the element bearers can be when pitted against their own desires and vices. All but Fluttershy who annoyed him because she wouldn't play ball. She stuck to being kind.

I'm actually kind of loving how I expected to say I didn't think Discord's redemption was great but I actually love how even back in his first appearance, you can see the blocks they built on for it. But... why does this redeem him then?

Well because it proves him wrong and gives him something he's never had: A friend. Someone who doesn't wear a mask with him. Someone who genuinely cares about him. He's never had that and so yeah, he's free forever since the elements won't be used against him but... In return, he never gets the kindness he just finally experienced. A kindness that by the show's logic is the most powerful thing in the universe, literally. And so he decides that the only way to win is to lose and gives up so he can be friends with Fluttershy.

All of this btw explains why he never bothers trying to connect with the rest because he just sees them as masks which helps keep him antagonistic, even if he's not a villain now.

So what does this all have to do with The Collector? Well, see, with Discord, before his change, you could never win making a deal with him. You don't matter to him so you actually have to exchange something. With the Collector... You matter.

People matter to him... Which makes EVERYTHING he does WAY WORSE.

And this isn't even about killing people. For as fucking stupid as him not knowing what death is, and just a straight up lie by the show that goes fucking nowhere and has no payoff, that is not actually important here. Sure, it shows a lack of understanding to what he does, but the dehumanization is enough. He does horribly monstrous things to EVERYONE on the Isles. Full stop. He is a monster and this link takes you to something more comprehensive on that.

And he does that... While understanding his actions upset others and that he doesn't like that.

The smoking gun here is the line "King will hate me now." He knew going in that the dreams would piss off King. That hurting Eda and Luz had consequences. Consequences HE DIDN'T WANT. Discord thought there was no losing play because he could not imagine actually hurting Fluttershy in a way that mattered to him. It is VERY easy for the Collector. It's actually why King has so much power over him. He is desperate to keep his friend around.

But if he can recognize the humanity in one person, why can't he for literally anyone else?

And that's the killing blow. Even if you buy into EVERYTHING about the death stuff, he still knows he's doing monstrous things. That he has done monstrous things. This is why he doesn't like King reading about his brothers. Admittedly, you also have a moment like him asking for Grudgby buddies but... Why? The evidence is overwhelmingly stacked that he knows the people hate him. Otherwise he wouldn't have stars hunting and making people into dolls. Making them into nothing but toys instead of even giving them a chance to be his friend. Terra and Odalia live in fear of annoying him AT ALL and getting turned into a puppet, which happens to Terra. He treats people TERRIBLY... While knowing what he does is wrong.

While knowing King doesn't like this. That he doesn't like how King looks at him in those moments. He himself in the finale admits that the friendship is a lie and it hurts but he'd rather have that than not have a friend. But... He's been at this for months. He has been doing these things, with King by his side, for MONTHS.

Why did none of these people get even a chance? What is the underlying philosophy for the Collector? That he thinks they'll lie and cheat with him? It's not like King wasn't getting something out of their deal so King should be just as untrustworthy as everyone else. More so honestly because he IS immune to his magic so the Collector is defenseless if King decides to shove him back into the mirror. But... He gives King a chance. And he needs proof to believe that someone is out to get him. That's why Belos needs to have him check on King. He doesn't assume people are lying like Discord does.

And also... What does he get out of fucking with people? Discord genuinely takes pleasure in your misery. In you losing your mind. We get the death games in the finale but why that scale? Why the unfair rules? He's cheating like he accuses others of doing. But... He wants others to be honest with him. Discord lies because he doesn't expect anyone to bother being honest with him, not if they can get something out of lying.

That's why I describe it as the Collector being too human. He is too genuinely a person to have his crimes be as easily dismissed. For a simple shift in outlook, one thing proving his hypothesis wrong, to be what changes him.

Mind you... That doesn't happen either. The Collector isn't redeemed in the TOH finale. The one rushed part of the finale is when he should have been convinced that Luz was right. When he should have apologized for what he'd done or done a grand gesture to show he had changed how he viewed things. Instead, there's brief talk about forgiveness and kindness, which is not what the Collector is actually asking for because he claims during this section to not have actually done anything wrong (refer to everything above), he mumbles about it, and then I guess his big redemption moment is trying to use the theory on Belos. Except, you know... He spends the entire episode wanting to make friends. He is told a way to make friends and bluntly uses it like he did Belos' plans that started the episode and the death games. He hasn't grown or changed which is probably why the moment is treated as a complete joke. Then Luz dies ten seconds later and I guess figuring out that death exists SCREAMS makes him go save people. Hurray?

It's bad. At least Fluttershy's moment was genuinely built up. They showed how Discord viewed things and then presented a choice that actively asked that he either stay to his old mindset and beliefs or change to face a scarier, uncertain future. The Collector is still mostly just going off of "Friends are great! Do what makes you friends the easiest!" which isn't a new mentality for him. I guess you MAYBE get it when he fucks off in the end but also not really. Kind of like how Luz gave the demon realm a middle finger, him leaving without actually fixing like 90% of the damage he did, something that would be really easy for him but takes the citizens of the Isles FOUR YEARS, feels a lot more like that. Like these people don't like him, won't be his friends, so he tries a new planet instead. Maybe with a bit less forcing people to be his friend but why? His viewpoint seems to still be what it always has been, especially since he DOESN'T stick around to try actually be King's friend. To actually work with him and give him agency. He does all he has to to not make King hate him and then... Leaves. Instead of, you know, actually putting the work in which would have taken one line of "The Collector agreed to a power dampener to help everyone else feel a bit easier and is now working with King on what their friendship will be instead of telling him how it will be." Maybe even with showing him losing at Jenga, King getting nervous but then the Collector just laughs it off because he doesn't need to be in control anymore. He can lose and still be happy.

And again: This is the ONE part of the finale that's actually rushed. For as painfully slow and wasteful as the rest is, redeeming the Collector was just left on the chopping room floor I guess. Then again, that happened with Amity too, who never makes up for the bullying she did or actually apologizes for the years of bullying, just for the original sin (and then leaves Willow high and dry). It also happened with Hunter who always states very selfish motivations for wanting to be away from Belos and never actually disavows the things he did or the mindset he did them with. It's why I say he left Belos just because otherwise he'd be dead because it all still feels self serving. It doesn't feel like his worldview or his morality actually changed besides understanding his uncle wanted him dead.

TOH is just bad at redemption. At actually changing a character and having them rebuke their past. At least with Discord, the show is bluntly honest about even the initial attempt having a carrot on a stick for him. That if he doesn't play nice, it's back into the statue. It's why it's important that that carrot is gone in his moment of redemption. We know what he wants: Freedom and Chaos. Fluttershy won't put him back into the statue so he has those. But he chooses friendship instead because they've genuinely changed his mind and so he gives up both some of his freedom, and some of his chaos, to behave and play nice, even when Fluttershy had no reason to actually be nice to him even when he changed everything back in the end. He could have just lost. He didn't have to be honest and straightforwardly kind to another, things that the episode itself was asking whether or not it was possible for him to do.

There just isn't anything like that with the Collector and reminder: Discord is redeemed in his second appearance. He gets an hour of airtime where he can even show up before this happens. The Collector has more time to be fleshed out, genuinely, than Discord did. But... The Collector doesn't actually change. He might claim it but we don't see that. We don't see him do anything that would actually sell us on him having changed his worldview. After all, he forgave the Titans by still wanting to befriend one. He showed plenty of kindness to King with stuff like not forcing him to give Francois.

He already was like this so why does the little trip down memory lane do anything? Especially when for most of it, King, Eda and Luz are barely paying attention to him so the writers can circle jerk about the plans they had or about the amazing story they made. Even his big moment is undercut by being a joke. By obviously being the wrong move and then costing Luz her life. Just another dumb plan he enacted because someone told him it would get him friends.

That's not different and unfortunately it doesn't fix the awful things he did to others. The things he knows were wrong that he did. Discord never had to apologize for it because he'd never thought of them as wrong. Not until the moment everything changed for him.

Nothing changed for the Collector. Not a single thing.

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Something that is just kind of an undercurrent of this but that I cannot stress enough for why the two are different: Discord can do what he does so quickly because he is a genuinely consistent character with clear goals and motivations. Meanwhile, the Collector is maybe the most inconsistent character I have ever seen which kind of makes redemption impossible in the first place. How do you redeem a character who seems to change core elements of himself every episode?

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I may or may not have made an entire AU surrounding Morro and a resurrection/redemption arc because let's be real Ninjago fans, Morro deserves it. The writers did him so fucking dirty.

I will eventually maybe be writing a fanfiction about this, but if anyone wants the rundown of my AU - most of the events pre-season 5 don't change, just get strung together a little better to make the plot flow more coherently. (Ie, the Ninja feeling creeped out in the Caves of Despair - the place where Morro died initially.)

Resurrection: It is around Day of the Departed when he is resurrected, though the Ninja don't find out he's alive until I want to say season 7. The Ninja think they see him in the distance but brush it off. There's no way, pfft, Morro is dead. The Cursed Realm is gone. Right? WRONG.

Redemption: While trying to figure out stuff about Krux and Acronix, not only do the Ninja find out that Morro has been alive, but that Morro has spent his new life living it the way he would have if Wu had never found him. He has a job and an apartment, he doesn't want to be a ninja. After everything Wu put him through... he just wants to be happy. He wants to live the life he never got to live. He doesn't care about being the Green Ninja anymore.

UNFORTUNATELY, the Ninja need as much help as they can to take down Krux and Acronix and are forced to try and get Morro's help. While there is a very VERY rocky start between the Ninja and Morro, they will eventually grow to trust them (Cole takes the longest surprisingly. It isn't until season 8/9 that he BEGINS to trust Morro)

Bass?: "But Tri where does this bass thing come from?"

Oh yeah either in Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu or VERY early Prime Empire - Jay and Cole accidentally introduce Morro to music and musical instruments. Morro falls in love with playing the bass and by the time of mid-Prime Empire, he's damn well near a pro at it to the point I already have a minigame planned for Morro to show off his skills with.

Souta?: It means "Sudden, sound of the wind" and "thick, big, great". It's a Japanese surname. Morro gave it to himself because he felt weird about the fact that everyone had surnames but himself. (And also he probably needed one for his job.)

Ghost Blade?: He may not be dead anymore, but because he WAS dead for so long, a lot of his energy is still connected to being dead, so bam. He can manifest a PHYSICAL ghost weapon. Might be a little OP, I don't care.

Also explains his gi, there are some changes to it BUT he remains very attached to his dead gi design + all gi designs I come up with for the different seasons will be based on his Possession gi. (the ninjargon letter M where his weird animal brooch used to be (which he wears on his shawl instead) pants/sleeves cutting off halfway down his calves/arms!)

Lloyd: Morro and Lloyd grow to see each other as brothers. Morro, having been in Lloyd's body and mind has a deeper understanding of him than anyone else could. Morro becomes VERY protective over Lloyd and due to this his relationship with Kai is one of the first ones he forms. Morro hates Wu and Misako (and S8+ Garmadon) for the way they've treated this boy. Morro isn't afraid to argue with Wu on certain things regarding Lloyd. Morro becomes the big brother to Lloyd whom he always wanted in his own life.

Islands, Seabound, and Crystallized: Oh boy, this will be fun because technically all three of these COULD have been connected to Morro (Islands and Seabound DEF were and Crystallized SHOULD HAVE BEEN). Anyways, I kill off Morro at some point in either Master of the Mountain (which I would LOVE to do the most because Cole at this point is one of the closest Ninja to Morro and it would HURT HIM SO FUCKING BAD, and be more of a driving force for his character arc), Islands, or Seabound to make it easy on myself plot-wise BUT he gets resurrected by Harumi in Crystallized because this dumb bitch thinks that just because he used to be a villain means she can convince him to become a villain again. Morro becomes a double spy.

Euphrasia?: Her element in the show is white. Morro's is green. She's not the new Elemental Master of Wind, she's the fucking Elemental Master of AIR and I will stick by that. Even canonically, I refuse to acknowledge it. If I get far enough as writing for Dragons Rising, I will definitely give Euphrasia and Morro a sibling dynamic.

Anyways! Yeah! This is but a preview of what my Resdemption-AU has to offer. If anyone wants to hear more about it, I could talk about it for FUCKING hours.

Oh!!! And I want to give credit to @sunfloraas because I took A LOT of inspiration from her Morro design because it's that good!!!

#Ninjago morro #Ninjago fanart #Ninjago au #lego ninjago #Morro Ninjago #ninjago possession #traditional art

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 24

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Loki knows exactly what you need. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 24: Resting

Back in New York, you directly go to Tony while Loki searches for his brother. According to Jarvis, Tony is in his private lab and you ask the A.I. for entrance. It is granted and shortly after you take the elevator to a floor that has no button. The doors open with a soft 'bing' and you stand in Iron Man’s workshop.

There are several suits lined up at the walls, presumably older models if you go by the numbering on the small plaques above them. You spot some classic suits in his trademark colors of red and gold like Mark VI, but also some different designs like the black and red Mark XXII, that reminds you of War Machine's design.

On the tables there are several parts of arms and legs, partly disassembled, between a lot of circuit boards and cables. Some other pieces look like futuristic prototypes. It's exactly like you had imagined Iron Man's workshop to be.

Tony sits at a table in the back, welding circuit boards together one-handed. His left arm hangs in a sling. A small robot stands next to him, slowly handing him one tool after another with a soft beeping sound. It seems to be the wrong ones more often than the right ones.

As you step up to Tony, he pushes up his welding goggles and you see that his face is filthy with oil and grease.

"Are you alright?" you ask with a nod towards his injured arm.

"It's nothing. I don't know why everyone insists I wear this thing. It just bothers me when I'm working." The robot pushes a small file in Tony’s hand and hand. "Thanks buddy." He puts it on a small pile with other tools he doesn't need right now. The robot beeps happily. "He is basically useless, but it makes him happy if I take the stuff," Tony explains to you in response to your questioning look.

"I need to recharge my magic, but I can heal that in a few days," you offer for his injured arm because that's the least you can do after everything the man did for you. "Or Loki can. He's better at healing magic anyway." He had healed you after your visit to Club Enchant and it had looked effortless.

Tony darts you a long glance. "No offense, but no magic on my body. I'll sit this one out." And by that he means he will take the sling off as soon as his arm no longer hurts with every little movement. "So, is your brother okay?" he asks you.

You knew this question was coming. After all, that's why you're here. Still, it's hard for you to talk about it.

"He's not dead." You don't want to add a yet. Josiah said he will survive and you're trusting his word. Still, the image of an unconscious Gabriel with his burnt skin and the cross on his forehead is burned into your mind.

"I'm sorry that happened."

"Yeah." Your voice is small and you're suddenly in a hurry to get out of here, to be alone. "Anyway, I'm still pretty worn out, so I'm gonna head to my room and fall face first on my bed. Just came by to tell you that we're back."

Tony seems to notice your mood and doesn't stop you. "Sure. You know the drill: tell Jarvis if you need anything."

You merely nod and leave the workshop only a few minutes after arriving.

"To the suite?" Jarvis asks you in the elevator, but you shake your head.

"My floor, please."

Your room feels safe. It's been a roller coaster ride of emotions and incidents since the Avengers returned from their mission, and only now do you have time to take a breath and sort out your thoughts.

Your room is the same as you left it in a hurry two days ago: the teleportation circle you drew with the Sharpie on the floor is burned into it. Now a permanent way to Canada is formed. Useless - since Gabriel’s house is destroyed. You make a mental note to buy a cheap carpet to put over it.

You sit on the edge of your bed, falling backwards.

Everything turned out fine.

That’s a mantra in your head. You try not to think of any other possible outcome, of all the ‘what if’s. For everything else you have to wait until Gabriel wakes up. If he wakes up. You shake your head. When he wakes up.

You close your eyes. You will take the next few days easy: cure your magic muscle hangover and replenish your supplies. Sleeping, take out food and maybe a bath. It does sound like heaven. Anything to distract you and to take your mind off things.

A knock on your door makes you sit up with a groan. You don't feel like having visitors, but on the other hand, anything that distracts you is welcome.

You open the door and immediately take your groan back. Loki is standing in front of you, in his hands a bowl with snacks. He greets you with a kiss on your temple.

"I was wondering if you want to watch one of your Midgardian television series. We still have to finish that one with the inaccurate portrayal of dragons."

"Uh, I'm still feeling sore. Not sure if I can concentrate on a show." Apologetically, you look at him.

With a wave of his hand, the bowl is gone and he holds a bottle with liquid in his fingers instead. "How about a massage to loosen up your muscles then?" he asks. It‘s obvious he just wants to spend time with you. And who are you to deny him this simple request? You are grateful that he is here for you and open the door wider to let him in. "That sounds great."

Loki looks at you, a mischievous grin on his lips. "In order to give you a nice massage, you will have to lose some of your clothes."

"How convenient," you reply, amused, while pulling your shirt over your head. "But I think it‘s just fair if you lose some as well." You step up to him to help him with your request. Anything to take your mind off the last days.

Loki offers no resistance and shortly after stands shirtless in front of you. You gently stroke over his fair skin, which always seems a little cool no matter the temperature around him. Your fingers wander up to his cheekbones, caressing him. He lays his hand over yours and turns his face to kiss your palm.

"Unless you have something else in mind you want to do." His voice is low and promising.

You‘re acting like you think about it – and you really do. "Maybe later," you then decide and brush a gentle kiss on his lips. "I could really use that massage."

Taking a step away from him, you strip down to your underwear. With a bit of swinging your hips you walk to your bed and plump face front onto it.

“You may start,” you mumble into the mattress.

"Temptress." Loki chuckles and follows you. He climbs over you before pouring oil in his palm and rubbing his hands together. "Relax, Witchling."

To have better access to your skin he straddles your hips, careful not to put too much weight on you, and settles his hands on your shoulders to begin the work.

You let out a soft noise at the feeling. "Hm, nice and warm," you mutter.

He presses his thumbs on the first knot he comes across and you know you are a goner. All the stress, the anxiety and the struggle of the last days start to fall off of you.

Loki works his way down your back and it feels so good, the massage. You didn‘t expect any different from the Asgardian, until you feel warm lips on your spine. He‘s kissing your back, gently, almost worshiping each spot that he touched.

You close your eyes fully, humming a noise of appreciation and enjoying his treatment. His forceful and demanding side are completely gone. You wonder how you got so lucky to have this kind and attentive man at your side, who seems only interested in making sure you‘re comfortable and feeling good.

Loki continues to massage your lower back, leaving a trail of kisses, even daring to nip at your skin every now and then.

Warm, strong hands glide over bare skin, kneading here, pressing there. Breathing patterns reveal the twinges and the pleasure, until those hands reach the small of the back beneath him. “You‘re beautiful,” Loki murmurs.

You let out the softest of moans as you feel his hands reaching your butt, your panty gone in a flash of magic.

He gently pulls your leg apart to make a little room and his fingers move between them. You bury your face in your arms under your head. You wouldn't be surprised if he had planned this mischief from the beginning, but it feels too good to complain. Like heaven.

You lift your hips a bit to give him better access and his oily slick finger enters you.

It doesn't take long before you move your hips in time against his fingers, your moans muffled by the sheet of the bed.

He builds you up. His other hand pampers the rest of your body, kneading your butt, your thighs, playfully scraping your spine. His fingers seem to be everywhere.

He takes you straight over the edge. You catch your breath and turn around to finally look at him. Loki holds your gaze, while he purposely takes his time to lewdly lick your juice from his fingers.

When he’s finished, he smirks and leans down, ghosting his lips against yours, but never fully kissing you. His breath is fanning against your face. He moves his head down and drags his lips lazily down your neck before finally kissing the skin there.

You giggle, because it‘s a ticklish spot, but you take his face in your hands and pull him up, to claim his lips with your own, pouring all of your affection into the kiss.

“Keep your legs spread, pet. I’m not done with you yet,” Loki purrs. “I want to taste more of what I’ve done to you.”

You groan at his confession and your knees fall apart. You’re happy just the way you are, satisfied and ready to enter a blissful sleep. But Loki’s offer is tempting, to see what else he has in store. You’re compliant in anything he has planned for you.

He grins wide and presses another quick kiss to your parted lips, before making his way slowly down your body. He’s taking his time, stopping at your breasts to give them the attention they deserve, rubbing your nipples teasingly. Then he finally dives down.

Another moan leaves your mouth when you feel his wet tongue dipping in your most sensitive parts. It’s hot and wet and perfect.

Loki pulls away all too soon, face covered in slick, wiping it with the back of his hand, like an animal that just devoured its prey. He crawls up your body, pulling you in for a kiss. You whimper as you taste yourself on his tongue.

His hand slides down slowly from its place on your side, grabbing your thigh. Loki's cock slides between your legs and begins to rub up and down between your still soaked folds, the tip stimulating your clit. You moan as he pressed the tip against your entrance. "What do you want me to do?"

It’s a mean question, because it forces you to use your brain instead of just surrendering the sweet bliss of lust. You frown, searching for the right words. It’s not fair that he suddenly forces you to think.

"Wreck me. Make me forget.”

Loki smirks. Once the words escape your lips, he pushes in, not stopping until every inch of his member is buried inside of you. The two of you moan in unison as he begins to move, yours being louder than his from all the attention you already got from him.

Every stroke of his fingers comes slow and purposeful, building the heat in your stomach. Every kiss drips with love against your sweaty skin, full of unspoken promises. Every move of his body in yours is deliberate, wringing every last drop of pleasure he can coax from your body.

He is the kind of lover you dreamed about, committed to pleasing you above all else, making you feel everything again and again and then once more for good measure.

Breathless little moans fall from his lips, warm panting against your skin with each sharp snap of his hips. Closing your eyes, you mirror his movements, clinging to him, desire rippling up your spine. Breath suddenly punches from your lungs, you tumble headfirst over the edge with a low, satisfied moan.

“There you go, that’s it,” he whispers encouragingly, sucking the smooth skin on your shoulder as you tremble in his arms, spiraling further and further. You hope you never stop falling.

He follows you shortly after.

Through the haze of the deep serenity he studies your face as he lays beside you. Your eyes are closed, your hair tousled, and a blush colored your sweaty cheeks. You are beautiful.

He moves his hand over your warm, flushed skin and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, before pressing a long kiss against your forehead. Slowly, as you re-find your energy or maybe the control over your muscles, your hand comes up to cup his jaw, your eyes opening ever so slightly. Your thumb brushes over his cheek and he leans into the touch.

He smiles, being truly and utterly happy for the moment, and the two of you doze off. The warmth and security of his arms and gentle aftercare make you fall even harder for the God of Mischief.

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the-jester-doc · 5 months

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If you would allow me to talk about dumb shit:

Hyaline.exe, as a ship, kinda shows off things... I'm not sure what but I feel like I'm onto something. Please note each bit is completely unrelated

First: the disbelief phrases.

Writer above.

The writer is the god above gods. And in a culture where gods walk among men, he obviously ends up being the closest thing to a capital G God. He is the WRITER the god ABOVE gods. There is a linguistic evolution of them shortening it.

Meanwhile, from what I can tell, peaks.... Is just a place. It's probably important, but... It's replacing god. How important can a mountain be? This is a genuine question please help me make my mini essays this little bit easier.

Second: the two idiots scenes together

The easiest one.

The ghost wrote his experiences into thinly veiled fanfic. You could read him like a book (Literally)

Meanwhile, hyaline basically tells nothing, other than who they hate, and who they don't.

And, of course, the most important scenes, the kisses, and the "I love you"s.

The ghost has been, possibly, my most changed character who still stays in their own logic. His redemption was never planned. I just thought it would be funny, and now he is genuinely one of my nicest characters. This is not a joke. He wears his heart on his sleeves around those he trusts. And he trusts hyaline WITH HIS LIFE.

Him leaving his pocket dimension for anything could spell years of agony for him, followed by Being un-existed. Yet he left repeatedly to go hang out with... Well, let's be frank, a mean weirdo loser who everyone hates.

And that's who he is risking his literal existence on.

Because he sees something.

Someone who has made the same mistakes as him.

But hyaline stood up for him too. When the ghosts of the past (or, let's be frank, the shittiest co-worker imaginable) came knocking, they were also ready to risk life and limb just to help him. If they know it or not is up to you.

And three: they both really need therapy

Oughhhhh I love your thoughts btw— and here’s a little Evershock lore rundown to explain the Peaks thing!!

Evershock (the game Hyaline and Hyper are from) is centered around three heroes who all fit the criteria to a prophesy to save the world. Basically,, waaay in the past, a bunch of wizards and sorcerers created the Great Peaks (physically, it’s literally just a mountain range) to purify the evil monsters into beasts docile enough to benifit the world. (Basically, they invented animals by making a magic mountain) Well,,, the wizards prophesied that the mountains wouldn’t always work and a hero would wield the sacred weapon, the Evershock, and save the world forever. One day, the largest of the Great Peaks cracks in half and the spell is undone, spurring the prophecy.

The Peaks are effectively god: a higher power that protects and gives. Saying “Great Cracked Peaks” is like saying “Jesus fucking Christ” etc etc. Hyaline says it more than Hyper does because Hyper has been exposed to the internet.

And the thing about Hyaline only saying who it hates and who it doesn’t— VERY intentional. Hyaline is a textureless faceless shadow of Hyper, and sees itself as such. Hyaline doesn’t think it’s anything more than it’s hatred for Hyper, and so Hyaline’s opinions on people become the only thing it thinks it is. Hyaline wants to make Hyper pay for what he did to it, and wants to do it without help.

And BRO. Hyaline would ABSOLUTELY endure torture specifically to piss off someone who tried to boss it around— even more willing for Apples.exe. Because ‘he’s different’— I said that was just gayness but it’s really true because no one treats Hyaline the way Apples.exe does, and Hyaline notices it even if it can’t fathom why. (Everyone hating on it is totally deserved btw— hyaline is a jackass) Also let me just paraphrase the “[[ I don’t feel anything. I wonder if I’d prefer constant pain…]]” line here cause uh- yeah.

And yeah. Get these mother fuckers a therapy session. Like, yesterday.

#long post #important hyaline lore #hyaline.exe #side note ablut the trust thing #hyalines only other ‘friend’ is jay/Jota who both hate it #and hyaline would throw them under the bus immediately if it furthered it’s goals #apples.exe on the other hand…

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shaampoo · 6 months

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im probably posting too much about my OC's but its all i can think about rn lol, anyways, Mitchell Elliot, Hypnos!

"Could you guys keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here"

"Dude, it's 4pm, you should be awake anyways"

"Not according to my tired body,"

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Meet Hypnos / Mitchell Elliot!

I named him Hypnos, after the god of sleep! Since his powers involve being able to calm people down and making them sleep, downside of this is that he's always tired (he needs to down a ton of coffee just to feel normal lol)

Since hes tired all the time, hes usually just at the hero base, he works at the infirmary (med place? dunno what its called), he helps by calming people down, or putting them to sleep when needed (ex. they're in immense pain, maybe surgery if it works like that, etc.). He rarely goes to battle, only going if it needs to end with no one getting hurt, like if a citizen was being mind controlled, someone's powers going haywire, a villain super close to a redemption, Jinx being a little fuck, or maybe a lot of people are panicking and they need to chill.

Yeaaahh, his costume is like pajama's, to be fair, he doesn't go on battle much, so he's fine. Also, he pissed off the tailor cause he kept falling asleep.

Hes about 20 years old (18 when he joined), uses he/they, and he's also albino! So he has white hair and light skin, he's also easily sunburned, and pretty sensitive to light, so he usually has sunglasses, and uses sunscreen and wears long sleeve shirts, and long pants

He also has pretty bad eyesight, so he usually has glasses (he isn't wearing them here since he just woke up), he doesn't wear contact lenses since he knows he can fall asleep at any time, and it isn't advisable to do that!

Mitchell was an accident child, so yeah, his parents were business owners, and they didn't have time for him, so he was usually left at home, or with a babysitter, Mitchell also didn't do well at elementary school, since he sleeps a lot, high school was a lot more accommodating since usually, high school is when their powers show up, so teachers there are trained to be more accommodating, (they also have a lot of teachers there and trainers, so students can get help almost 24/7)

Also, the backstory for Mitchell getting into the heroes is that one time, Mitchell's powers were flaring up, and everyone around him fell asleep, and the heroes got there, solved the issue, and saw Mitchells potential, and Mitchell joined them (which is pretty good, since most likely, Mitchell probably wont be able to get a job since he's always tired or falling asleep,)

Mitchells hair is pretty messy and fluffy, since he doesn't get much time to take care of himself

His plush bunny is named Pluff, he would love to have a real pet bunny, but he knows he wont be able to take care of it, he also gave Adrian the teddy bear in Adrians room!

hes Aro/Ace, his only love is the bed /j, he is Aro/ace tho.

Have trouble sleeping? Go to Hypnos! Have trouble calming down / need some comfort? Go to Hypnos!

Mitchell's room is really fluffy, with fluffy carpet, fluffy bed, fluffy plushies, etc.etc.

Mitchell can see the future a bit, kinda like, he can see the future in his dreams, but his dreams are a bit foggy,

He keeps in touch with his parents, he doesn't resent them or anything, nor does he feel anything to them anyway,

He isnt really a sidekick, since he usually works at the infirmary of the hero base, but if does go out, he's just partnered up with some other hero on the mission, a strong hero at best, since he's pretty vulnerable

Mitchell can sometimes come off as mean, he's just too tired to lie

For some reason, my thoughts want him to swear, i don't know why, like, the quote i was gonna make for him was like "Can yall shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep here" like, maybe calm down asdkjhk

Dream catcher because yes dreams, (it was a gift to him from one of his fellow heroes)

#Bleh bio is pretty short #but thats all anyways #OC #OC art #Shae's OC #Mitchell Elliot (OC)

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cosmicjoke · 1 year

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I mean, I’ve seen it all at this point in terms of Zeke apologists.

Saw someone actually suggest that Levi’s tears at the end are FOR Zeke, and that he looks “depressed as fuck” at the end because of killing Zeke (you know, the same, stoic, emotionless expression he generally wears. I guess that’s his “depressed” look). ‘Cause, ya know, I guess he just felt so bad about cutting the fuckers head off and fulfilling his vow to his fallen comrades. It was just that traumatic for him, getting to kill this guy who he’d been needing to kill in order to give the deaths of his comrades meaning. The thing that’d been tormenting him over the last four years. All of the sense of failure and guilt and obligation and responsibility he’d felt for his fallen comrades, all that just went right out the window because Zeke popped up and waved him down, showing what a great guy he really was, deep down. All the guilt, and sense of failure and obligation Levi felt for his comrades just took a backseat in that pivotal moment of Zeke’s “redemption”, and Levi was just left with a greater burden and feeling of guilt for having fulfilled the vow, instead of the relief and resolution he rightly deserved to feel. No Levi, you haven’t suffered enough. You don’t even get that resolution. Never mind that Isayama himself said that Levi’s story couldn’t conclude until he’d fulfilled his vow, because it meant so much to him. What does that guy know anyhow? Yeah, fuck you Levi, you deserve to feel like shit after feeling like shit for the past four years, all ‘cause you killed Zeke, who killed well over a hundred of your former comrades, by the way, and countless other innocent people, and did so without remorse, and even gloated about it. Levi should absolutely feel guilt-ridden for killing that guy. He should just be low on himself for it. Yes sir-ee. It’s the first time ever that Levi’s cried in the story, and it’s for Zeke. Wowzers, that’s amazing. No tears for Furlan and Isabel. No tears for his squad. No tears for Erwin. No tears for Hange. No tears for Kenny. No tears for any of those people. But for Zeke, oh my goodness gracious, he finally gets up enough emotion to squeeze a tear out. That’s why you see Zeke standing front and center when all his fallen comrades appear to him. It’s for Zeke, not for those OTHER people. Who the hell cares about them anyway? Zeke’s death was much more impactful and horrible for Levi. Absolutely. Levi’s just bustin’ tears for how he had to cut his head off. He’s so sad about it, ya’ll. He’s SO SAD.

If any of you can’t tell, this is pure sarcasm.

I just... can’t get over how stupid these people are. It makes my brain hurt.

#Levi Ackerman #Zeke Yeager #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 7 months

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honesty if i have EVER seen any sorta "questionable" moments between zuko and katara before (ie moments that would have made me ship them/find them cute together if everything was different) after learning about zutara fandom and their takes, now i am ignoring them. out of the principle. the more you point sth out, the more hollow it is after a certain time.

yes, the fandom is its own biggest enemy.

p.s. i hate hate HATE mai bashing. maiko is my superior ship, but canonically she is too good for zuko, and as you mentioned, he has to work a lot on himself (anger / father figure issues) to be able to be in a healthy relationship and not to mention raise a child

I wouldn't really say Mai was too good for Zuko, but yeah, our boy had issues, and thank God his redemption arc wasn't ruined with him doing stuff like asking Ozai advice on how to be a proper ruler (the comics don't exist, I don't care how much the world keeps trying to make me not only remember them but also see them as canon).

Instead, the REAL Zuko is with his girlfriend, making out and eating some dessert to chill after a long day of work as Fire Lord. They'll also be wearing shoes while on the couch, like two rich kids that don't have to clean that up later ("And when the world needed princess Azula and her perfectionism the most, she vanished")

As for ignoring any "suspicious" moments that could make Zutara look like a real possiblity, it must be easy to ignore something that doesn't exist.

#anti zutara #pro maiko #pro mai

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lacependragon · 1 year

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Ultimately what I would have found interesting is to take the Atlas and Tinman allegories much further.

Atlas is broken. The military system in place is clearly bad, okay, let's push more into James being a broken hero, then. Lean more into his song. He is under the impression that "one good man" at the top of a bad system can fix it.

He is wrong. He refuses to see he is wrong. Mettle helps with that.

He wears himself down further and further, refusing to ask for help, because all the stories talk about one hero saving everyone. One person breaking free to fix the system. And so he suffers under this enormous weight alone, even though he doesn't have to.

And it breaks him. He becomes so focused on trying to fix the system that he refuses to see that dismantling it is a better option. He becomes so focused on maintaining his power so he can fix the system that he doesn't recognize that he has to dismantle his own position early on to make any of this have a point.

He refuses to see that he can't do it all, alone, and with all the power he wants. His Ace Ops become enamoured with James' vision of a better Atlas and follow him forward, blinded to the bad parts of Atlas because of it. Their tunnel vision widens to see the destruction they're causing.

And James is held accountable, but he's also treated for what he is - a human being with a lot of trauma who took on far too much. And it's up to individuals if they want to forgive him, yeah, but he has to live with the consequences of his actions.

He doesn't gun down civilians or make massive bombs. He just keeps trying to fix things no matter how much of himself he has to cut off to do it. And yes he hurts people, a lot of people, but he doesn't go full nuclear option on a city.

Because there's nuance in stories. And they didn't have to make James go full fascist maniac in order to do it. And if they wanted to drop Atlas, I think it would have meant far more for a bunch of Atlesians, probably soldiers, to willingly sacrifice Atlas and put it in the ocean to draw the Grimm and give the Mantle people more time to flee, because the Atlesians are out of time. I think it'd be painful to have Team RWBY running through the streets, split between two cities, desperate to evacuate them all, and James has blue-screened and he's lost everything. All his power. All his status. All his tools. He has nothing.

And maybe we don't see him again for a while. Maybe he gets up and helps someone. I don't know.

But it's a story. Not real life. And I think it could have been interesting to force James and Clover to live with their bad decisions, to have them work toward redemption, and I think it would have fit better for James' original "misguided but trying" approach. Would have been a cooler spiral imo. Atlas is falling under the weight of the world, but only because he refuses everyone who wants to help.

Give the people of Atlas and Mantle more agency in their story. Pull a Thor: Ragnarok and let the people sacrifice their home to save themselves. Have the catalyst of James realizing he's not alone be someone crashing the Watts vs Ironwood fight to help him.

I'm not saying Atlas didn't need to change. It did. I'm not saying one good person in a bad system can save it - the opposite. A bad system will break good people trapped inside it. But I still don't think that's an excuse to be boring about it and do the most black and white story you can manage.

#rwby #lace speaks

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charizardstolemynickname · 11 months

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EPISODE 21 EVERYONE!!! AHHHHHH

The same as last episode's reaction, I notes everything down at the time it was happening so these are my literal first reactions to each news

Again, i wrote 2 pages, I tried to be more concise BUT DAMN, so forgive any confusion I may bring

In King's dreams he goes to the Collector's world?? Huh. That seems fun

Hunter and Alador (I keep forgetting that's his name) fighting is 10/10, its just 2 grumpy tired nerds fighting

LOVE Willow comforting King and the Palismen working together to make them all happy and such

AWWW MITTENS!?! THAT'S HOW SHE GOT THE NAME?! That is adorable, I love Dad Blight, he holds a special place in my heart

Love Eda and Raine they are so cute THIS GOODBYE IS TOO SAD

LILITH!!! This episode is straight in with the feels,

HOOTY TOO!?! AHHH, I am almost crying already

OHHHH Plant Lady girl knows then, there is ZERO way she doesn't know with that "Hey Sprout" line

The collector is just making me feel bad for him, he is just a kiddo!

Is the collector trapped in a mirror? A bit like that Episode with Luz visiting the human place but only in reflections, wonder how that works

Kikimora that is NOT the golden guard, stop sucking up to Belos

"Have you as my right hand? I'd sooner cut off my whole arm" and "Go find a hole to wither in" made me- Listen, we hate Belos, I hate Belos- but he is funny

NOOOO POOR COLLECTOR BRO!!! BELOS YOU MURDERER! ITS JUST A KID, who has a lot of power, a bit like king

WOAH!! Cool save Willow, like amazing flying BUT DID HUNTER JUST BLUSH WHEN HE SAW YOU!?

Alador!! My pal, my boy! You aren't stupid!! Its manipulation babe, don't even sweat it, you aren't stupid!

..I won't like, seeing Hooty in that fucking bubble made me laugh in this real tense moment, I was like "NO DARIUS- fucking hooty bro"

Oh well. The plan failed, alas, Darius supremacy tho, under all that he caresssss

"Almost like the titan himself didn't want me to have that knowledge" ...well. Funny story pal.

"Barely human" YEP, Pretty much, Luz is quite right, THIS IS HYPOCRITICAL BRO

Head Plant Coven lady witch, you are dumb as hell how is it only NOW you realise there is no paradise!?

....Belos pal, I know Luz just insulted your outfit BUT, I hate to say, I preferred your 1600s outfit TO WHATEVER THE HELL THIS IS, WHAT ARE YOU

NOOOOOOOO Please be okay Mr Amity's Dad WE MISS YOU

Hunter running straight to Darius I- I am father and son coding them, I don't care, MAYBE older brother and younger brother, I don't mind

"Yeah girl, get with it" GUS YOU ARE SO FUNNY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, never change Gus

"Neither Witch nor Demon, a child from the stars" Man, why can't *I* be described like that, I WANNA BE A CHILD FROM THE STARS

Kikimora redemption arc?? I am fine with this!

"Hunter why are you hurting me, I only wanted to help you" GIRL PLEASE- Man, you hate palisman THAT much that you would stop your manipulation? Dedication to the hate

OOOOO The collector can't see King when he wears that charm? Interesting...

WOAH, THE COLLECTOR WAS TRAPPED BY KING'S DAD?! AND KING'S DAD WAS TRYING TO HIDE KING AWAY FROM IT?! HOLD ON

I guess this means the Collector is evil and such.... BUT HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK!!! Damn it

"Mister?? You are so boring" me when I have to be formal to people

"Aw shucks... Well, gee, everyone's gonna perish from this ding-dang draining spell.. golly" KING WHERE DID THIS COME FROM BRO!?! I had to pause her to laugh at fucking "DING DANG"

KING!! DO NOT BREAK A PINKY SWEAR, THOSE ARE SACRED!! KING!

Eda!!!!!! RAINE!!! "I promised a special kid I'd protect you" AHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO FUCK

DON'T DO THIS TO ME, RAINE!!!

Welp. I guess Eda is now armless. OOO Does she get a prosthetic arm now??

COLLECTOR!! Why are you kinda cute, you are just a cute adorable little kiddo

WOAH GUYS!!!

You all best make a game called Owl House now, otherwise this kiddo is about to be pissed AND HE LOOKS POWERFUL

Collector.. buddy, you need the people ALIVE to play this (madeup) GAME!

WOAH WHAT HAPPENED TO HUNTER, WHAT WAS THAT DROP!?!

AMITY?! NO GET IN THE GOD DAMN DOOR, YOU TOO LUZ

KING!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO

"So happy I had you as a big sister" FUCK OFF, NOOOOOO DAMN IT

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WELL, at least Amity can meet Luz's mum now?

AND THAT IS IT FOR MY SEASON 2 EPISODE BLIND REACTIONS

Again, I missed so much out of this because, concise-ness reasons, but I still ended up writing so much here so, Sorry for the long post!

BUT I ALMOST CRIED! I am famous for not crying at shows, BUT THIS ALMOST GOT ME. Thinking about King's words "So happy I had you as a big sister" STILL gets me to teary stage. DAMN

THAT WAS SO GOOD, BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I will definitely post a more... cohesive and easier to understand post in actual sentences and not just screams BUT this is my honest true reactions

Again, I thank you to the people who have followed me through, it motivated me to keep updating? Which is great because WHEN I rewatch this, I am excited to go through these notes and go "AWW", so whilst I am unable to rewatch this show again for the first time, I CAN see how I reacted, which I think is quite nice, don't you?

Now we got the feelings out of the way, ONTO SEASON 3 EVERYONE! The final stretch of our (virtual) adventure!

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