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🗣️: Neil is so sweet and genuinely kind 😍
Canon Neil:
#i mean WHERE?????#he literally said that he wouldet every fox die just to save himself#yes he changed his mind on this point BUT only for foxes???#like he would let someons else die abd wouldn't really care abt it#he's an asshole#andrew's an asshole#they are assholes and in love#aftg#neil josten#all for the game#aftg neil#aftg shitpost#andrew minyard#aftg andrew#andreil
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Hehehehe… Okay, you said it would be cool to send in another request, and after the Jesse fic which was absolutely fluffy and squeal worthy, I’m sending in another.
White Tulip and Yellow Orchid
You break up with Fox, and it’s taking a toll on the both of you. It was hard enough when you found out Fox cheated, but somehow it’s even harder not being around each other in a relationship.
I don’t know something along those lines; maybe realizing they are better suited as friends with th hope for more or maybe Fox realizing you deserve better… I’m just spitballing. Anyhew … love oo
Regrets
Summary: You break up with Fox, and both of you are suffering for it.
Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader
Word Count: 1724
Prompts: White tulip - new beginnings, Yellow Orchid - Forgiveness
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: So, I ended up having to change some things from your request to make it something that I'm able to write. Turns out cheating is an unforgivable hardline for me, which is good to know about myself. So I ended up completely dumping that plot idea for something else. I hope you don't mind.
You don’t look up when the chair across from you slides away from the table. You already have a good idea of who’s going to be sitting there.
“Are you here to yell at me too, Commander?” You ask as you pour some more sugar into your caf, take a sip, grimace, and then add even more sugar. It already tastes like caf flavored sugar, but you need the extra energy. Even if it’s cheap energy.
“Buy me a Caf,” Commander Wolffe says, his dark eyes serious as he looks at you, “And something to eat. We need to talk.”
You lift your gaze and scowl at him, but you pull out your credit chit and set it in his hand, “Order what you like, I suppose.”
Wolffe nods and heads to the counter, only to return several minutes later with a large caf and a breakfast sandwich. He hands you your credit chit back as he takes a seat.
You shift and rest your chin on the palm of your hands, “Alright. Lay it on me.”
Wolffe arches a brow, “You expecting something from me?”
“Thorn, Thire, and Stone have already come to yell at me, and they’re not Fox’s twin. You are. So,” you gesture vaguely, “Go ahead. Start yelling.”
“I’m not going to yell at you, sen’ika.” Wolffe says quietly.
“Well, that’s a first.” You mutter.
“I don’t kick people when they’re down.” He continues, his sharp eyes lingering on the dark circles under your eyes, and the sheer amount of sugar you’re adding to your caf. “That’s going to taste awful.”
“Meh.”
“Sen’ika,” He says slowly, quietly, “You’re clearly miserable-”
“I’m fine.” You interrupt.
“You’re not.” There’s a firmness in his voice that stops you from arguing back. “When was the last time you went home?”
“Last night.”
“And slept more than an hour or two?” He asks with a pointed look.
You look away from him, “It’s…not important.”
“Sen’ika,” His voice is so gentle, “Why did you break up with Fox?”
Your hands fold into fists, “Maybe I was cheating on him. Maybe I wasn’t happy.”
“You might be able to pull the shit with other people,” Wolffe says quietly, “But I saw how happy you and Fox were together. And I know you would never cheat on him. So try again.”
You press your lips into a thin line. “I…I refuse to be another burden on him.” You admit quietly.
“Elaborate.”
“You don’t see him after work, Wolffe. He’s so tired. All of the time and some of the bruises and scars…” You trail off, “He was happy with me, yes, but having to hide me from everyone? For my own protection? It was wearing him down. And I can’t, won’t, do that to him.”
“He’s miserable.”
“I know.”
“You’re miserable.”
“I know.”
Wolffe is quiet for a moment, “Is there nothing I can say to make you change your mind?”
“I will not let him kill himself for me.” You say quietly, “And if that means that I’m on the shitlist for every single member of the guard…then so be it.”
Wolffe doesn’t say anything for a long time, and then he sighs, “I’ll talk to the guard. Tell them to lay off.” He stands and drops a light kiss to the top of your head, “Fox loves you,” He says quietly, “He’s never going to stop loving you. You should at least give him a choice.”
“He’d pick-”
“You. Always you. And we both know it.” He pulls away, “Just think about it, alright? Thanks for the food.” And then Wolffe is gone.
You cast your gaze back to your caf, sigh, and add some more sugar.
Even if you want to talk to Fox, it’ll never happen. Thorn made that plenty clear the other day. And then Thire made it clear later when he came to yell at you on your way home.
You sigh at your caf, and then you pick it up and down half of it, before you make a face.
Gross.
About a week later, you’re at home, trying to clean up the mess that your house has turned into since you haven’t had energy, or frankly, the will to keep up with it.
According to everything you’ve ever read in your life, time is supposed to heal all wounds, but you’re starting to wonder if that was just something that people said to give themselves hope.
Because you aren’t healing.
In fact, you feel worse than ever.
Bad enough that you’re starting to wonder if you’re actually sick, because a broken heart (a self-inflicted broken heart even) shouldn’t hurt this much, right?
You’re so involved in your cleaning that you don’t hear the knock on the door at first. It’s not until the doorbell rings, startling you bad enough that your vacuum falls from your hands, that you realize you have company.
You look at the mess that is your home and sigh. Maybe they won’t want to come inside?
Carefully, because you had the genius idea of dumping everything you own in the middle of the living room so you can organize it properly, you step over the piles of stuff to get to the door.
You press the door control to open the door, “Yes? Can I hel-” You stop mid-sentence when you see who’s standing there. “...Fox. Um…I mean, Commander.”
He looks…pissed.
“Let me in.” He bites out.
“We’re not dating anymore, Commander. You can’t order your way into my home.” You offer as you avert your gaze from his face. More than just angry, he looks tired. About as tired as you feel, really.
You hear him exhale sharply, “You’re wearing my shirt, cyare.” Even his voice is tight with anger, “Let me in.”
You glance down at the shirt, his shirt, that you are wearing, and you silently move to the side. “...sorry about the mess.”
“What mes-” He stops as soon as he steps into your apartment, and his jaw drops, “Holy kriff, did a bomb go off in your living room?”
You fold your arms, “I’m deep cleaning.”
“By making a bigger mess?”
“I have a system.”
“Is it working?”
You scowl at him, “I’ll let you know.”
He glances at you, and his lips twitch up into a small smile, before he looks away, as if suddenly remembering that he’s supposed to be angry at you. You avert your eyes as well, it’s easy, far too easy, to fall back into easy bantering with Fox.
You broke up with him.
You told him that you weren’t happy anymore.
You have no right to his time or his smiles.
“I had a chat with Wolffe.”
Oh.
“He told me something interesting.”
Kriff. You should have sworn Wolffe to secrecy.
“You broke up with me because you wanted to protect me?” There’s a strange mix of emotions in his voice. Anger, yes. There’s a lot of anger. But there’s also hurt, and something you recognize as affection.
“Wolffe is a kriffing snitch,” You mutter.
“Yeah, well. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to confide in my twin,” Fox points out, “And then he wouldn’t have snitched on you.”
You purse your lips, “See if I ever buy him breakfast again.”
“He came to stop the Guard from harassing you,” Fox says, “I didn’t know that they were harassing you.”
“It’s…fine. I deserved it.”
“You didn’t.”
You sigh and turn your gaze to him, “Why are you here, Fox?”
“Because I love you.”
“That’s-”
He presses a finger against your lips, “Stop and listen.” Fox waits a moment, and as soon as he realizes that you’re going to do as he asks, he adjusts his hand so that his thumb is brushing against your lips. “I love you and I’m not going to give up on us simply because you think you’re a burden.”
“I am a burden. I saw how exhausted you were-”
“I’m more exhausted now.” Fox counters sharply. “Because I’m still trying to keep you safe, only now I have to do it in secret!”
“I never asked-” You start.
“You never had to. It’s what you do when you love something.”
“Fox-”
“I know you think that you’re a burden to me. And I know I’m so tired all of the time, and I know you worry about me all of the time.” Fox says, “But I love you. And you don’t get to decide what’s best for me. Only I get to choose that, and you’re what’s best for me.”
“Fox-,” You repeat his name, feeling tears pricking your eyes.
“I’m happier when I’m with you. You give me a reason to want to wake up in the morning.”
“I hurt you.”
“And I forgive you.”
“Just like that? You were so angry-”
“Of course I was! You broke up with me after deciding what was best for me! I’m pissed about it!” Fox bites out, “But I still love you and I’m willing to accept the fact that you did this because you were worried about me.”
“...I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you.” Fox repeats, he searches your face, and apparently finds what he’s looking for there, “Cyare, do you still love me?”
“...of course I do.”
“Be my girlfriend again?” Fox asks, “Please. We can start over if you really think we have to. I just…let me be a part of your life. I need you in my life.”
You sigh, softly. How could you say no to that? To him?
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. I’ll be your girlfriend again.”
“Oh thank kriff,” Fox blurts as he presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, “Can we take a kriffing nap, I feel like I haven’t slept in weeks.”
You glance at the pile of stuff on the floor of the living room, and then turn your guilty gaze on Fox, “I think my comforter is in the mess.”
Fox glances at the pile of stuff, and then shakes his head, “No matter.” He carefully scoops you into his arms and steps over the stuff, before he heads into the bedroom and drops you on the bed, before he curls up against you, “Sleep first, everything else later.”
You tuck your head against his chest, and he folds himself around you. And you’re both asleep in a matter of moments.
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes follower celebration#commander fox x reader#fox x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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Untitled. Part one.
Summary: Deacon wants to introduce his girlfriend to his kids.
Note: Reader is a fashion model in her twenties. Deacon and Annie only have three kids. To be honest I like him and the reader together and I see potential. I mean, jealousy from Annie's side or her coming up with the idea that Deac is experiencing some midlife crisis, the kids hating/loving her, the team finding out they're together, she gets into trouble and he has to save our protect her...
Warning: age gap, afab!reader.
PS: I told you I can't stop.
Danica, the lead makeup artist of the photo shoot came over to you with a wide grin on her face, quickly sending the others away so she could tell you an important piece of gossip. You returned her smile as you leaned closer to listen, expecting something about the model who caused some chaos by not showing up.
But she remained silent for a little too long, and you began to assume it was about something else. And just like that, your suspicion was proven right when she finally spoke up. “There's a handsome silver fox outside with a police badge and he's looking for you. Jack is trying to convince him to leave if it's not related to an investigation, though, so if he belongs to you…”
“Oh, yes, he's mine,” you were quick to say with a bright smile. “Thanks for the heads-up, I'll talk to Jack.”
She nodded before gently patting you on the shoulder, giving you the green light to leave. Your makeup was done, it was only your hair that they had to finish before you could stand in front of the camera. They could surely survive five minutes without you, so you rushed out of the building to find your boyfriend and hopefully tell the head of security that there was nothing to worry about.
When your eyes finally fell on Deacon, you couldn't help but gulp from the sight. He was wearing a suit, something you always pointed out looked good on him, and when he noticed you, his face immediately lit up. You had been together for three months now, so this was probably the honeymoon phase making you this happy around each other, but you truly hoped things would stay this way.
His marriage ended shortly before you met thanks to Chris, and back then he wasn't ready to make a move on someone. But months later you met again on a night out with the team and he finally made up his mind to ask for your number. Long story short, he swept you off your feet with ease, and even the age difference wasn't enough to stop you from being happy together.
“Jack, he's with me. Can you let him in?” you asked with a sweet smile.
The man let out a sigh then gestured to him that he was allowed to enter the premises under your watch. Deacon leaned down to kiss the top of your head, already knowing better than to ruin your makeup, then took your hand and led you a little further away from people.
“Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad you're here, but why did you come? Did something happen?” you asked worriedly.
He was quick to reassure you with a shake of his head. “I just wanted to see you. But there's a change in the plans. Annie called; something came along and I'll have the kids over tonight,” he told you.
If he had the kids over, it meant your planned date had to be canceled. It sucked, but you were okay with it. His kids would always come first, and you liked that about him. He loved them more than anything, and it was nice to see how well he and his ex got along after the divorce. Were you jealous of their relationship? Yes, some days it was hard, but you knew they had a history together. You can't delete so many years with a piece of paper that proved you weren't together anymore.
“Raincheck?”
Deacon's smile returned as he watched you. “No. Come over tonight and meet the kids,” he suggested casually. You bit on your lower lip and avoided his gaze, showing the tell tale signs of your insecurity. “Hey, it's okay. I want them to finally meet you. Actually, I think Lila would love you. I was going through some photos of you the other day and there was this stunning picture of you wearing a purple gown. When she saw that, she said you looked like a princess and got all excited, saying she wanted to dress like that too.”
It was hard to hold back a laugh. You could imagine a young girl going nuts over the idea of wearing gowns every single day, and you could also imagine the way he was torn between smiling at his daughter and wishing she would just go to sleep.
Despite your good mood, you still didn't know if you were ready. Meeting the kids was a big step, one that he wanted to happen sooner than it would naturally occur. So you took a deep breath and stepped away, dragging him along as you walked back inside the building. Maybe if he began to focus on seeing you work, he would forget about this idea.
While Henry styled your hair, Deacon leaned against a table with his arms folded over his chest as he watched you. “You don't want to meet them,” he suddenly said. When you let out a sigh and tore your gaze away from him, he nodded. “At all or just yet?”
“It's too soon, Deac,” you admitted. “Look, we've only been together for a few months. I love you, you know that, but I don't think I'm ready for their questions. I need some time to figure out how to talk to kids first. I don't know anything about that, I don't have the experience, and–”
With a small smile on his face he came closer and signaled the hair stylist the step aside for a second. When you gave him a worried look, he just leaned down to place a light kiss on your temple. “Okay, okay, I get it. I love you too, no matter when you meet them. I can give you advice, don't worry, then we'll wait until you're ready,” he assured you.
“Lovebirds, I hate to interrupt, but if you're not ready in ten minutes, they will kill you,” Henry said, but then his eyes fell on Deacon's badge. “Not literally, of course.”
“Yeah, I assumed you meant it that way.”
#deacon kay x reader#david deacon kay#david kay x reader#david deacon kay x reader#david kay#deacon kay#swat cbs
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envie si grande et menaçante
grandiose - pomme
wc: 4,475
notes: the long-awaited vox fic for @meerlichtz :) this has been in my drafts for so long that i think it put me on (semi-unintentional) hiatus. yes, this fic is quite possibly the reason why i've written .2 fics for the last 32 years. regardless despite all the horrors i had a ton of fun writing this and hope u enjoy meer :)
summary: one Jedi Shadow Quinlan Vos gets stuck in the Coruscant Guard's medbay recovering from a mission gone meiloorun-shaped. This goes about as well as expected.
“You are not allowed to die on me,” Fox snarled, reining in the urge to shake the Jedi by the fronts of his tabards. For General Gallia to leave Fox to babysit this asshat and then have this asshat die on him was unconscionable. Fox had never failed a mission objective in his life, and he wasn’t about to let some muscle-headed Jedi change that.
“Me?” Vos grinned. His teeth were stained pink with claret; Fox could see it foaming at the corners of his mouth, lips and tongue a ruddy crimson with it. “Why would I die when I have so many better things to be doing on you?”
Mission parameters could be flexible. Surely General Gallia wouldn’t mind that much if Vos disappeared—quietly—discreetly—
“Whoops. Now that’s a scary face.” Vos mimed zipping his lips shut. The effect was only partially ruined by the tremor in his hands, now getting worse.
“Shut up.” Fox leaned even more of his weight into the hands keeping pressure on Vos’ abdomen and ribs, ignoring Vos when he wheezed something about his ribs. A few cracked ribs wouldn’t kill the Jedi, but the hole in his chest would, even if the blaster shot had only just missed his lungs. “Medevac, ETA?”
“Closing in on your location now,” Thire reported. “Hold your position.”
“It’s worse than it looks,” Vos said airily.
“Commander Thire can be the judge of that.” Fox felt his lips draw back in a near-unconscious snarl but he kept his hands and voice steady. There was no telling how fragile a natborn could be, even one with Jedi capabilities and training.
“Commander Thire is calling bullshit on that, unless the blood loss is starting to affect the good General’s vision.” Thire arrived with two full squads of backup: he and another Corrie medic dropped to their knees beside Vos, ushering Fox out of the way as Fox started to direct cleanup efforts.
This Jedi had an uncanny ability for making situations devolve before Fox’s very HUD. General Gallia had left on a relief mission to the Outer Rim yesterday, at which point Fox had met her temporary replacement—one Knight Vos, Jedi Shadow and relentless flirt. From what limited intelligence Fox had managed to gather, Vos was conducting covert ops on Coruscant, which made it convenient for him to be stationed at the CGHQ with the Guard. He’d gone out at some point last night for what he’d cited to be “super top-secret party business,” missed his early morning check-in, and turned up two klicks from HQ mid-afternoon sans four pints of blood. Fox recalled the squads he’d sent out in search of Vos after he’d missed check-in, sent another to scour the area for traces of Vos’ attackers, and ignored the increasingly amused conversation Thire was having with the Jedi behind him.
more on ao3
#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state#oooogh god. it's so late#happy new year i finished this to trick my brain into cooperating w me. to write more this year#fics#fanfiction#tcw#tcw fanfiction#the clone wars#vox#quinlan vos#commander fox#cc-1010#star wars fanfiction#star wars#star wars prequels#the coruscant guard#quinlan/fox#quinlan vos/commander fox#ok that's enough tags. this will get where it needs to go.
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Hils Watches Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep 2
Got time for another one but this will be it until next weekend
I hope Fang Duobing continues to threaten Li Xiangyi like this. Uh, someone might want to point out that he's using the wrong end of his sword though
I'm going to assume he means he sold the murder victim some Viagra and he's not talking about testosterone
I love the way Fang Duobing talks in this. He's quite coarse for the only son of a nobleman
I do love how smirky Cheng Yi is in this
I am very much enjoying Fang Duobing's seething annoyance every time Li Xiangyi starts on his bullshit
Excuse me? Through what now? I'm not sure that means what you think it means
Aww it hasn't taken long for them to start working together. I love it.
Two foxes working together. Hasn't anyone told them that Liu Chang is the fox in their other franchise?
He's starting to like the glib quack
The murderer smirking and pointing out there's no proof is a detective genre classic. I bet Li Xiangyi is about to serve up proof on a platter
Oh nooooooo! This is a weakness of mine. One of them standing there without flinching when someone moves to attack him because he knows the other one will protect him. There was a scene like this in Winter Begonia and I lost my damn mind
THE LITTLE SMIRK! RIP HILS
And they're back to bickering. Your honour, I love them
Ooh I love it. Underneath all the smirks and jokes he's still on a quest for vengeance
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's going to kill you now that you've revealed you know who he really is
Or not. Wow we almost went a whole episode without any Cheng Yi whump. I was starting to get concerned
Oh my god is his dog called Fox Spirit?
I mean, yes, if you let him?
Oh my god he invited himself for dinner and is now giving cooking advice
If there's going to be a cooking lessons subplot I may actually expire. Another one of my weaknesses
Oh, no, he's decided they're friends 🥺
YAY!
Fang Duobing: My master is Li Xiangyi
Li Xiangyi: ????
How am I supposed to survive watching two identity porn dramas at the same time? Mistakes were made
No. Stop. I can't
Ooh plot twist! I bet he'll want to help Fang Duobing now out of a sense of duty to his senior
#hils watches#hils watches mysterious lotus casebook#hils watches cdramas#mysterious lotus casebook#cdrama
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The tragedy of Fives is the tragedy of Fox.
Inspired by this post by @groundrunner100
— But it got too long and the meta was a severe angle off from their good post. Check it out.
Honestly, the tragedy of Fives is a tragedy he ultimately shares with Fox.
We the audience know that Fives isn't crazy. We the audience know what is only a few months away. Which is why his exchange with the cab driver really reminds us that we are down the path of a tragedy no one can stop.
Fives asked, "You ever hear the one about the people engineered to kill, engineered to kill their best friends, their leaders, and they don't even know it?"
We the audience are screaming in our hearts. We know he is telling an ending we already know.
Because our answer is, "Yes, we have heard the tragedy of the Clones—the tragedy of YOU."
At this point, we had come to know Fives from the cadet who barely graduated to become a Trooper, was assigned a milksop station that never should have mattered, but became the linchpin of an upcoming battle for Kamino. There he is taken in with his fellow 'barely managed graduated from Clone School' classmate by the, "Oh shit, it's the 501st." We got to see the irony in how it was at a postponed matched up for the fate of Kamino, where we also had first met them, that Fives had proven his merit and was sent off to become the most elite Trooper there was—an ARC. We saw the tragedy of when he lost his brother, his old very ARC-like independence when he stood as the voice of Rex's better heart. And in this last episode, we were so subtly reminded of why he was an ARC Trooper—we were reminded how proud he made "Captain Rex or Sir."
When the audience first saw Revenge of the Sith, the Clones were still very much presented as mirrors without minds. Cody was the first Clone we really saw named, and all we got was that he knew how to do a cool spin with his helmet, and Obi-Wan liked him well enough to remark to Anakin, "Good man." At the time, it was phrased and presented to the audience that they hadn't known each other for very long, for why else would Obi-Wan choose that moment to remark to Anakin his opinion of this Clone Commander?
No longer do we look at the Clones and only remember their helmets when they raised their blasters and killed Master Mundi or the pretty blue Twi'lek Jedi on that pretty jungle in snow. They were more than just the smart men who nodded to each other, slowed their speeders down, and swiftly took down a Jedi that they had just been riding beside. When the 'ugly Jedi' Lucas created so no one would like him was shot down by his own men, now we are sobbing because we have context.
So, when Fives so summarily tells the tragic fate of he and his brothers to a cab driver that just hears a lot of stories, we know that this story is true. We know that though he is in a time when we are begging for things to say, it cannot be changed.
Fox is just like Fives. He is exactly like Rex. He is no different from Cody. He... is a faceless pawn on Palpatine's board. Worse than that, the fact that we never see Fox's face simply reinforces the fact that in this story, Fox is just a prop.
However, we also know that because Fives is so vivid with life and personality, that Rex is so warm and comforting, and Cody is a long-time friend we've gotten to know since ROTS... we know that under that helmet, Fox is a person.
Fox never gets to be a person. He has no one to tell him what Fives told the Cab Driver. He has the position of someone who has never been told the future. He is a stern and true to his duties as Cody and Rex because he is an honorable, dutiful Clone... as they were all bred to be.
We want to make context for him, stories for him. We want to make sure he is a person so that his tragedy is just as sorrowful as Fives. We want so bad for there to be little quirks to him, loves for him, humor and joy in him because ultimately… Fives got that. We didn't see most of it, but we knew it was there. He was expressive, he loved his brothers, he smiled so large and bright, and he obviously brought joy in Rex's life. Did Fox have anyone to be so proud of? Was anyone just as proud of him?
Tragically, Fox doesn't get to hear Fives's story. He doesn't have the context to consider that maybe this ARC Trooper can stop the real betrayal of the Republic.
Fox is the plot reinforced. As we foolishly beg for Anakin and Rex to listen to Fives, to DO SOMETHING because we do not to relive that tragic moment when Order 66 goes out—when the galaxy we came to know during TCW comes to an end.
While Fives knows the truth, he is the fate that cannot be changed. Fox is the blasterbolt that secured the future, that kept the story on the path it needs to unfold.
Fives and Fox are so much like two characters out of a Shakespearean tale or a Greek Myth.
As I say to people, if Rex has apex-level plot armor, Fox... had a noose. He was doomed from the start. There was no way out for him. No one to show him a way.
I think that is one reason why so many people love Fox. We are drawn to his tragedy, we are compelled to rip off that mask that reveal the face under it.
Since he is ultimately as faceless as any other Clone we never see, he is a mystery in this tragedy. The desire to humanize him before his tragic fate comes to pass is painful, it is visceral. We seek for ways to secure him love because the tragedy has no love for him—that was given to Fives, so as he dies in Rex's arms, so too does our foolish hope that all this could have been prevented.
There was never any salvation because Fox was the poor unlucky bastard who held up the blaster and took the shot. Because the fate is going to happen. Fox's only mercy is that to us, who get to see the broader, colorful tapestry of the story—we who look at the woven segment dedicated to the Clones, we have paid attention, and we cannot forget him no more than we could forget Fives.
We knew Fives's face, his face that, other than that goatee and his simple tattoo, is very much a 'Cody Copy' face, complete with 'The Cody Cut.' We have memorized his boyish smirk, his bold idealistic bravery, we watched his rise to an ARC when he came out from the bottom. We know his story, we knew he told the truth. We know nothing about Fox. We know that as a Clone, he has the face of the Clone—but as we've learned with Fives, we also know that they are so much more than that face.
Their duality is we know Fives and know nothing of Fox. The same way Fives knew the truth, the future—he knew how the story will end, and he brings hope that maybe it can be stopped. We know nothing of Fox—he knows nothing of the truth, the future—he doesn't even know that he is what secures the ending of the story. Saving Fox would have saved all the Clones, we know... that was never going to happen.
Both just wanted to do their duty, that's why we can see their entanglement, their mirror image.
Fox is in 'Fates' with Fives.
#commander fox#arc trooper fives#star wars the clone wars#star wars tcw#clone troopers#sw rots#star wars meta#// sits down next to fox and stares into the same void#kilt's meta#kilt's writing#kilt's clonely thoughts
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The Monsters of Eastridge: DOAI Playlist
Description: At this point, might as well make a playlist for everything. Welcome to my own personal demon-filled hell, this is mostly based on lyrics, vibes, or both 🎃
(Yeah this is made mostly for @spookmuth but also just anyone else who’s interested in my music taste/how my thoughts work. Will update the post whenever the playlist updates, have fun! Also footnotes will be in brackets because I like footnotes)
“Happy Face” by Jagwar Twin [I have had an animatic for this jangling around my brain for actual several months oh my god]
“Turn the Lights Off” by Tally Hall
“A1 - It’s just a burning memory” by The Caretaker [Yeah idk how well this actually fits since it’s based on a song from like. The 30s. But I think it’s obligatory for any analog horror ever lol]
"I Can't Decide" by The Scissor Sisters [This one I got inspo from havoc-bloom's playlist/clip of Pastra finding it. A few of these are, actually, lol]
"I'M Sane" by Axie [Me when I torture the innocent with horrid monsters and become one myself. but I'm a little silly about it teehee~ 😜]
"The Circus" by Toby Fox [This popped up on shuffle when I was drawing Clyde once and my brain refused to let go of the vibes™ ever since]
"Animal Cannibal (Possibly in Michigan)" by Buckshot Princess [I would've put the one by Karen Skladany but it's not on apple music 😔 sad. This cover's really nice tho]
"The Dismemberment Song" by Blue Kid [Same reasoning as "I'M Sane," nyehehe. Also this song really feels like it's ripped out of a musical number. If you told me it was I'd believe you.]
"The Mind Electric" by Miracle Musical
"Horror Show" by K-Modo [You ever just. Think about why Lankmann does the things he did? Like what's his game here?]
"Dance of Corpse (feat. Hatsune Miku)" by Kikuo [this might also spiral into an animatic lol. Anyway do me a solid and go look up the music video, turn on the official english subtitles and come back to me.]
"The Nowhere King" by The Centaurworld Cast
"Nothing Changes" by Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer, and Kay Trinidad [this musical makes me feel. so many things. And I just think the vibes/lyrics of "why try when you'll only end in misery" might fall into the category of vibes here idk idk]
"Murders" by Miracle Musical
"Kitchen Fork" by Jack Conte [I don't remember exactly why I put this here rn but I just know this is probably an Alex song. It's so beautifully haunting and passionate stg]
"Meet Me in the Woods" by Lord Huron ['kay I know the vibes are probably off but look at the lyrics and tell me it shouldn't go here]
"A Crow's Trial" by Vane Lily
"You're F****d" by Ylvis [Yeah I put this one here as a joke song. Every single character in here is SO doomed by the narrative, I'm sorry Alex but it's true. teehee~]
"UNCANNY / ft. KAFU" by kian [I actually couldn't find this one on apple music but galactinqq was right about this being an Alex song and I'm putting it on the post]
"Raising the Dead!" by Jessica Law [Styx, you madlad, this is SUCH a Lankmann song oh my god]
"Destroid 8 Annihilate" by Excision and Far Too Loud -- Destroid - The Invasion ["But Doodle, wha-" do not question my playlist decisions. Sometimes I listen to one of my other 30 (yes it's that many) silly little playlists and the vibes just come to me. I am right about everything and my brain is huge /lh]
#will continue to update as it updates! also feel free to suggest if ya want <3#dreams of an insomniac#music#playlists#themed playlists#pastra
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Damir in Devildom
I will also be posting on a03 if you prefer to read there But here is my silly rewrite project for Obey Me. I feel like theres lot that could be expanded or redone that I want to explore for fun. As of now I only plan on season 1,NB, chats,calls, events I liked, and Devilgrams I have.
CW/TW for the whole series: MC(Damir) dates all of them, non-con and dubious consent,Angst, hurt/comfort, claiming by pacts, mental health issues in detail, self harm, canon typical violence, religious blasphemy, bad writing sorry also no beta reader
chapter cw: minor threats, technically kidnapping for mc to show up there?, that should be it
Damir was sitting in his room on a cold night crocheting a small red fox. The sound of some video essayist lowly playing on a tv talking about some random subject. A metal hook messily stitching the soft thin yarn pulling through a specialized yarn ring. A floral painted mug of low grade spiced chai sitting next to him. Steam fills the room with its comforting scent. Short blonde curly hair loosely pulled back into a short ponytail. Matching his casual presence was a loose graphic crewneck for some old youtuber and baggy sweatpants. Snow outside the window forcing him to stay in a quiet household locked away from everyone. As the moonlight covered by clouds goes away he starts to lose his natural light. The air felt different around him rather quickly. Looking over at the sketches to check his creation the air grew heavy, near suffocating. The soft lamp lights dim and flicker and soon everything goes black. Coming to he feels the cool floor beneath his palms.His vision blurry and glasses unable to help. A pit forms in his stomach suddenly. “Where am I….?” Damir’s vision soon clears up. Looking up he notices he is in a room that resembles a large courtroom. Several tall intimidating men are looking down upon the human. The man in the seat of the judge looked otherworldly scary but oddly inviting. His voice was louder than expected as he spoke. “Welcome to the Devildom, Damir…Oh please pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked?” I didn’t catch my jaw being slightly open staring at them all. I quickly closed it as I stood up finally still listening to the booming red-head figure. “Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived. As a human, it will probably take a while for you to adjust to things here.” The red headed chief spoke as if he wasn’t human himself. As if I was something almost entirely different from them all. My voice was shakier than I wanted as I attempted to ask where I really was,”The…Devildom…?” The man's voice was jovial as he laughed before continuing. “Yes, exactly, the Devildom! I see that you catch on quickly. I suppose I should start by Introducing myself. My name is Diavolo.” His demeanor quickly changed. The air thickened once more as it did back in the bedroom. His back was no longer lax and his face wore a sudden chilling expression. “I am the prince of all demons, and all here know of me. And someday soon, I will be crowned king of this land.” Diavolo, supposedly a prince, sent chills down my spine as he spoke of this. Demons? Those didn’t exist but these men are all eerie…
My mind was racing but I didn’t allow myself to spiral further with trying to figure anything out, soon Diavolo continued his explanation like he said the most casual of information. “This building is the Royal Academy of Diavolo … though we just shortened it to RAD. You’re standing inside the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where we members of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business.” As this man continued on he seemed more smug explaining this…academy so conveniently sharing his name. “I’m the president of said council.” Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be…this is just like the start of one of those isekai school shows at this point. It all feels too convenient to line up like this. Demons…an academy named around a prince who just so happens to run a student council club. Even so, this doesn’t seem to be a dream, but I am lost on why I am specifically here as well? Instead of staring up like a lost puppy I attempted to speak as clearly as I could, “Why am I here then? This all seems far too…grand for me to be experiencing.” I could feel my heart race and my hands shake with nerves. A dark haired figure next to Diavolo spoke next. His tone was cold as winter storms and caused the same chills. His red eyes felt like they looked down upon me, not at me as he spoke,”I will explain everything.” Diavolo was once more overly cheerful as he interrupted. “Damir, this is Lucifer. He is a demon and the Avatar of Pride. He’s also the vice president of the student council and my right-hand man…and not just in title, I assure you. Beyond that , he’s also my most trusted friend.” Lucifer’s eyes shifted away at this slightly uncomfortable but barely noticeable.Did anyone else catch that shift in demeanor? His voice was just as chilling as before he was interrupted. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo.” Lucifer cleared his voice as he stepped closer causing me to flinch at the slight movement. “Speaking on behalf of the entire student body at this great school of ours…I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, Damir.” My name almost sounded forced out. Like he was disgusted saying it. Still, none of this answers my question. I persist asking again. “Answer my question. Why am I here?” Lucifer perked up, intrigued almost. “...interesting. This one is quite different from Solomon.” He gave a cold chuckle as he spoke this. “Diavolo believes that we as demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step toward this goal, we’ve decided to institute an exchange program. We have sent two of our students to the human world and two to the Celestial Realm. And we are welcoming four students to our school. Two are from the human world and two from the Celestial Realm. So, I take it you’ve probably put two and two together at this point, right?” The sudden influx of information spiraled in my head. I did after a few moments figure this meant i was an exchange student for the human world as they called it. Lucifer continued quickly,”Your period of stay is one year. You will have to work on tasks that you receive from RAD. After one year, you will write a paper about your exchange in the Devildom.”
Now my head truly spun. School work? I hadn’t begun college despite being out of school for years. Rejection letters flooded in one after another. A demon school suddenly wants me? That cannot be real…Can it? I began to ask for clarification just in case I heard this wrong. “Tasks? Like homework? Studying? Or like a job here?”I sounded unsure about this all. Lucifer gave a vicious smile. “You are an exchange student here so you will attend classes. Did you expect to be fooling around? I will not abandon you here, however. You’ll have someone looking after you to help. My brother Mammon. He’s the Avatar of greed and how should I put it…” Lucifer looked distressed at the mention of this Mammon. “You will find out soon enough how he is. Now take this device.” Lucifer handed me what seemed to be a…phone? Thinking of it, I don't have mine on me. Or my wallet for that matter. This one is fairly large with a red home screen featuring a white bird on it. “This is called a D.D.D. It is a lot like the cell phones of your world. This will be yours to use for as long as you are here. Now, go ahead and try calling Mammon with it.”
I spun the phone around inspecting it completely. Going through the rest of the set up I found the contacts section to find it had quite a few already added in. Finding Mammon I call Lucifer’s brother. “YOOO!” Pulling the phone back this was quite the change in tone from everyone so far. I answer back an awkward, “Hi?” The cockiness of Mammon was obnoxious off his tone alone. No wonder Lucifer told me I'd find out how he is… “Huh Who the hell are ya? You ain’t Lucifer.” No duh…I already don’t like this one at all. I must persist, I suppose if this is who I am supposed to depend on. “I’m uh…a human.” I should have said my name… “Waaaaaa? A human? Geez, I was gettin’ all chilly here thinkin’ it was Lucifer again. Ya should’ve told me right away. SO, What business does a human got with THE Mammon? Did the witches make ya call me?” This one really was loud and fairly egotistical… “You will be in charge of me from now on.” The voice on the other side scoffed. “No way! There’s nothin’ in it for me…What do you mean by “be in charge of you” anyway.” There was a pause as Mammon realized who this human even was. “AHH! I get it now, you’re the other human—the new exchange student! G’luck with that, and see ya.” Making a face while pulling the phone back I had an idea. A small smile spread on my lips. “Ahh I heard Lucifer calling for you.” He scoffed again at this,” Pffft, whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya just cause you’re tryin’ to scare me with that name?” I felt Lucifer lean in closer to the speaker, a little too close for comfort really,”You’ve got 10 seconds…9…8” The whole room could hear Mammon yell,”YESSIR”, as he hung up.
Staring at the phone, that call had just made me more confused. Looking up at Lucifer he has a fish-eating grin,”Sounds like you had a lively chat.” His chuckle was dark. My own voice was uncertain in response,”He seems…reliable?” Diavolo, still sitting in the back spoke up, “Well, if you were suddenly brought to a strange place and then get told that an unfamiliar face will now take care of you, you’d certainly feel anxious. However, Mammon isn't the only one to help you out.Now then…we still need to introduce our new friend to your brothers, Lucifer. And it's probably better you do that instead of me, wouldn’t you say?” Lucifer had a deep frown plastered on his face. “Yes…As much as I dread the idea of me doing so, you're right” A sickly sweet voice spoke up, “Oh come now. Really? You should be honored that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me” The pinkish blonde haired one stepped forward. He was undeniably beautiful thats for certain. His voice reminded me of poison though. Like a warning if I step too close he could harm me easily. “This one here is Asmodeus. He’s the fifth eldest. The avatar of lust.” Lucifer sounded a fair bit more calm talking about these “brothers” of his. Asmo looked appalled at his introduction,”Wh…I can't believe you just really just ignored what I said. And not only that, you referred to me as this one. How rude of you!” Through Asmodeus’s huffing and pouting a deep but soft spoken voice rang through the hall next. “Hmph... At least he didn't ignore you altogether. How do you think I feel?” Lucifer looked over at the blonde falsely smiling demon with discontent,”That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest of us. At first glance, he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving. He may flash you a pretty smile like that, but you had better be careful because its all an act. Being the Avatar of Wrath afterall.”Satan flashed a large smile my way. “If you continue saying such nonsense you’ll just scare Damir.” Suddenly Satan was surrounded by a menacing aura of deep purple,” Don't take him too seriously, Damir. Lucifer enjoys speaking down on his brothers. He is the Avatar of Pride.” Lucifer looked over annoyed,”Are you done then?” Lucifer pointed to the other side of Diavolo,”Now the one with a grumpy expression is Beelzebub the sixth eldest of us.” A deep growl echoes through the room causing my heart to drop. Beelzebub looked famished as he spoke,”Lucifer…I'm hungry…” He was obscenely tall and just as built to match that height. “I’m Beelzebub the Avatar of Gluttony.” “Lucifer quickly moved on. “There are seven of us with me being the eldest. Mammon, the second oldest, will be here soon enough. The others aren't here but we can get into that at a later time.”
Staring at them all this seemed too surreal. They all shared names with demons I grew up hearing about. I grew up fearing. But they all seemed…human themselves.Lost in my own thoughts I tuned in at Diavolo saying I was to stay with them all in their house. Having the safety issues explained, it made sense I would need protection. Onboarding continued and I set up my messaging app they requested I use to stay in contact. As I asked questions and made sure everything was to standard the door flew open behind me. “Ah the idiot is finally here.” Turning to look I was met with a tan white haired man who seemed out of breath. It didn’t take long for him to begin yelling again. It was hard to understand him through him trying to catch breath. Lucifer threatening him and then without hesitation hitting him. Satan spoke up about some blessing this obnoxious man has? “Anyone he takes a liking to finds himself drawing in money. What I heard is if they break it off the wealth evaporates. Not a Grimm to their name.” That sickly sweet voice perks up with a giggle,”He’s also a masochist that's very important to note.” I looked around to see what else anyone says as they quickly all begin to bicker. After moments and another threat to Mammon so he agrees to human sitting Lucifer directs attention back to me. “Now that that's settled. About your tasks. You must polish up your soul nicely to learn to resist demons.” I must have made a face at this as Lucifer explained that souls are tempting to demons and well crafted ones can win. I don’t want to know what happens if I ever lose….
#obey me mc#obey me shall we date#obey me fic#obey me x male mc#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me barbatos#obey me diavolo#obey me sona#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me rewrite#obey me Damir
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For Caroline and Forest please!
💛 What are their favorite activites to do together?
🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?
🖤 What is their biggest regret in their relationship so far (or in the future, if you don't mind giving spoilers)?
🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!
Thanks for the ask @dandylion240 !
Caroline Okamoto-Nelson & Forest Abbottsford
💛 What are their favourite activities to do together?
They like to go hiking and swimming, and Caroline is teaching Forest how to bake, so they like to spend time in the kitchen together. They like bowling, even though they’re both really bad at it.
They’re also currently writing & illustrating their first children’s book together and they love working on that.
Forest likes to read aloud to Caroline, and she really enjoys that too. Sometimes they set up a beach umbrella outside and have backyard story time.
🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?
Since they're not officially dating, they only ever have "nights in" at one house or the other (with the presence of parents). Any time they go out, it's in a group with Forest's siblings or some of his and Caroline's friends. Typically, their nights in include making snacks and watching movies or playing board games. Caroline struggles to play video games due to her low vision, but she likes to sit with Forest and keep him company while he plays. Their parents have accepted them cuddling, so sometimes they'll just relax on the couch, cuddle and talk.
🖤 What is their biggest regret in their relationship so far (or in the future, if you don't mind giving spoilers)?
Although they've known each other since they were six, they haven't been together as a couple long enough to have any regrets yet. At this point, they can't imagine ever regretting anything about their relationship.
🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favourite moments between them!
One of their sweetest moments is when they were seven and Forest told Caroline he'd marry her some day. With all the gravity of a little kid who thinks he's doing something super important and grown up, he said he'd always take care of her and make sure she never fell down or bumped into anything she couldn't see, and "I'll give you flowers all the time!" (after having recently seen Taka bring home flowers for Fox). It was the sort of thing that made Victor and Fox go "Aww!" when they overheard it. Ten years later, Forest still thinks about that sometimes, and although his ideas about marriage are a lot more solid and defined these days, he hasn't changed his mind. He still wants to marry Caroline some day and he hopes she'll say yes again, just like she did that day in the back yard when they were seven, when he gave her a half-wilted bouquet of wildflowers he'd picked himself.
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Hey MJ! I have a question that’s been on my mind for months. In “With So Much of My Heart…” is there a reason that Henry is so insistent on Alex including the Mountchristen part of his name? I would think that he’d be happy to shed the part of himself that’s associated with his grandmother and he’d like that people more readily see him as his father’s son, but he corrects Alex every time he just calls him Fox. So is it just a point of banter between them or is there a deeper meaning in regards to Henry’s identity there?
Hey anon! This is such an interesting, thoughtful question, so thank you for asking it 💙
Honestly, it was mostly because people not bothering with both halves of a double-barrelled name is a massive bugbear for me and I project that onto all of my characters who have double-barrelled names lmao. If you've read a bunch of my stuff, you might also pick up that I never, ever have Ellen and Oscar doing the whole "calling Alex by only the other person's surname when he's pissing them off" thing from the book unless I'm directly calling out how fucked up that actually is—and it really is. Getting someone's name right is really the absolute bare minimum of respect: whether it's correctly pronouncing (or at least sincerely attempting) names from a culture you're unfamiliar with, or using trans people's correct names, or that thing that often happens to women who don't change their surname on marriage where people keep passive-aggressively sending mail to "Mr and Mrs X" even though they know full well "Mrs X" doesn't actually exist.
But the other part of it is that while, yes, Mountchristen is the part of his name that's associated with his grandmother, it's also associated with his mother. Not to get too 'projecting onto fictional characters on main' about it, but I changed my surname away from my abusive father's the moment I turned 18 because I didn't want the association—I don't regret that choice, but other members of that side of my family were hurt by it, including and especially my (much) younger brother on my dad's side who very much felt it as a rejection. Because he's so much younger than me, we weren't able to talk about that frankly for a long time, and it left its mark. Names are complicated, legacy is complicated, feelings on abusive and/or toxic family members and the impact they have on us are incredibly complicated.
But also, it's another thing Henry can give Alex shit about and that's important too—troll Henry is my favourite Henry. (And not for nothing, but Henry absolutely could have chosen to go by 'Henry Fox' professionally even if he was Henry Fox-Mountchristen legally, and I suspect his decision to leave the Mountchristen in his name for his "gauche" acting career pissed Mary off immensely lol.)
Thank you again, I am eternally overwhelmed that people care enough about my little queer words to put this much thought into them 💙💙💙
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Whispers of Magic: Embracing Destiny with Tighnari
Pairings: Tighnari x Reader Fantasy AU
Growing up, there was a knock on the door every year at midnight on Y/n's birthday. It was an odd tradition, one that intrigued Y/n and filled them with a sense of anticipation each time. With everyone sound asleep, Y/n would always go and check who was there, only to be met with nothing but darkness and silence.
As Y/n's 20th birthday approached, they couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The knocks had become an integral part of their life, but this year, something felt different. The dream they had the previous night only added to their unease. In the dream, a dark being had chased Y/n through a perilous forest, but just as it was about to capture them, a mysterious, handsome man had appeared, wielding powerful magic to save Y/n.
As the clock struck midnight on Y/n's birthday, a familiar knock echoed through the house. Y/n's heart raced, and they couldn't resist the temptation to find out who was waiting on the other side of the door. They quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake anyone, and made their way downstairs.
With trembling hands, Y/n slowly opened the front door, half expecting to find emptiness as before. However, this time, their eyes widened in surprise as they gazed upon the figure standing before them. It was the same handsome man from their nightmare, the one who had wielded magic and rescued them from the clutches of darkness.
Tighnari, as he introduced himself, was a hybrid of a fennec fox and a human. His appearance was a mesmerizing fusion of both species. He stood tall and proud, with a lean, athletic build. His russet fur, soft and fluffy, adorned his pointed fox ears and the tip of his tail. His expressive eyes, a vibrant golden hue, glimmered with intelligence and kindness.
"You… you're the person from my dream," Y/n stammered, their voice barely a whisper.
Tighnari smiled, his sharp canines peeking through, giving him an endearing, foxy charm. "Yes, I am," he replied, his voice carrying a soothing tone. "I am Tighnari, a hybrid with powerful magical abilities. I've been watching over you for a long time."
Y/n's heart pounded in their chest as a mix of curiosity and hope flooded their being. "Was… was my dream a premonition? Did you really save me from that dark being?"
Tighnari nodded, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "Indeed, Y/n. The dream you had was a glimpse into the challenges that lie ahead. Dark forces are gathering, and you possess a unique gift that can help overcome them."
Y/n's mind raced, trying to process everything. They had always felt a connection to the mystical and had an inkling that there was more to their existence than met the eye. And now, face to face with Tighnari, a hybrid being with extraordinary magic and the appearance of a fennec fox-human blend, their world was about to change in ways they could have never imagined.
"I'm ready," Y/n whispered, determination shining in their eyes. "I'm ready to embrace my destiny and stand against the darkness with you, Tighnari."
Tighnari's ears perked up, his foxy features illuminated with a mix of pride and joy. "Together, we will face the challenges ahead, Y/n. Your journey begins now, and I will be there every step of the way."
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Humans in almost every Monkie kid fanfic: sure we can have peace demons OWO. It not every single time your the instigator and make your entire village is your subject that had to sacrifice there children to you and sure there’s not a single instance of demons changing for the better by their own will without any outside factors (pls fact Check this) but we can let bygones be bygones OWO
Humans would react in real life even with Sun Wukong truce: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BRkhgxVcUXo (this actually fit pretty well you can make it historical by changing the Roman rebels to the Taiping, the Romes to the demons, and the “emperor’s will” to Sun Wukong truce and yes that the Taiping rebels were horrific that’s actually perfect because it could be a plot point in the story).
hey buddy u good?? xvx
like I said, demons are just a type of being, there's good and bad in them just as there is humans. and I can fact check you on that! uwu
we have plenty of notable stories in Chinese mythos that corroborate that demons aren't inherently evil and the sole perpetrators of violence.
for instance, the story of the White Snake is one of them! the snake sisters only fought back due to human's suspicions of their motives. and there's a whole subset of stories from the Qing dynasty that is just about fox demons cultivating their powers peacefully, and even being able to earn appointments in heaven if they do so in a goodly manner. there are of course the huyao who will seek the easy way and just suck human's energies, and end up inviting some sort of heavenly retribution for it.
even in jttw, we have a few demons who are just chilling and not causing trouble!
for example, there's the turtle demon in goldfish demon arc. he was cultivating by himself near the river, and when the pilgrims needed help to cross it, he offered to carry them on his back in exchange for buddhist teachings so he could finally take human form!
and there's the nine headed lion, who was a fairly decent ruler of his kingdom. he never ate people, he just got in trouble cus his subjects stole the pilgrim's weapons.
also i gotta let you know: human sacrifices were, also done by humans against humans, back in the day ahsbsjbdjs
all that said, i dont mean to imply that the truce was an easy thing, far from it! that's why it took a bodhisattva to do it, and a very stubborn and sociable one at that xD Wukong is a politically savy guy, and he knows how to get what he wants. the truce wasn't achieved perfectly peacefully mind you, but it wouldnt have got to a point of having a civil war about it.
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Hiii again! Your stories are my favorite! I was reading through the prompts and fell in love with the physical gestures, specifically number 19
pulling you by your leg and putting them on theirs as they tickle attack you :))
With ether Fox or Cody, my loves.
Maybe it’s they do it without thinking and then both realize how close they are? Fluffy cute? Maybe a kiss?
I Want To Make A Trade
Summary: You and Fox are hanging out in your apartment while you prepare for lifeday, and things take a turn.
Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader
Word Count: 770
Warnings: Fluff
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I tried to write for Cody. I really did. But you gave me the option to write for the love of my life, and I couldn't not. I'm so weak for him.
“Hey, I have a question,” Fox says from where he’s lounging on your beanbag, “Why don’t you have a couch, like a normal adult?”
You scoff and fling a ball of wrapping paper at him, “Do I look like I can afford a couch?”
“Yes.” He flings the ball of wrapping paper back at you, “You just haven’t for some reason.”
“Up until recently, no one ever came to visit me, so a couch was an unnecessary expense.” You reply, “Besides, you don’t mind sitting on my bean bag.”
“This is true. I think I’m going to take it to my barracks.” Fox muses thoughtfully.
“You’ll have to fight me for it.”
Fox turns his head to stare at you, and he arches a single brow, “Yes, because you, the writer, is definitely going to win a fight against me, the Marshal Commander.”
“I could.” You grumble.
“No you couldn’t. I know your weak points.” Fox says smugly.
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Fine. Prove it.”
“Okay, I will.” He slides off the bean bag so he’s sitting on the floor as well, and he grins at you boyishly.
You watch him suspiciously, “Your charming smile isn’t my weakness.”
“You think my smile is charming?”
You roll your eyes, “I’m not answering that.”
“That’s fine. You don’t have to.” Quickly Fox grabs the calves of your legs and pulls you across the floor to him, pulling a startled yelp from your lips.
He drapes your legs over his and leans over you, his grin never once fading, and his fingers poke into your side.
You squeak and try to squirm away from him, but he’s able to pin you effortlessly, and his fingers wander around your hips and side, until he finds the spot on your side that pulls a helpless giggle from your lips.
“F-Fox!” You try to squirm away from him, though the giggles were making it hard, “This…you’re cheating!”
“Am I though?” He asks with a sly grin as his fingers still for long enough that you’re able to catch your breath, “Hm…I don’t think so.” He decides, as he starts tickling you again.
You dissolve into laughter, which is only partly instigated by the way he’s tickling you.
“All you have to do is give up, sweetheart.” Fox says with a laugh in his voice, “Say that you’d lose a fight against me, and I’ll stop.”
“N-never!” You say between your laughter.
“Never? Are you sure?”
“I-I can still beat you!” You declare to him with a bright grin.
“Yeah? Prove it.”
You squirm under him, and this time you manage to force him to change his position. Your legs are tangled with his, and he’s leaning over you, his hand pressed to the ground next to your head.
You blink at him, surprised, and his fingers stop moving against your side. He looks just as surprised as you are to be in this position, and you’re close enough that you can see the way that his gaze drops to your lips.
And really, that’s all the motivation that you need. You close the short distance between your lips, crashing your lips against his. The hand on your side slides up to cradle the back of your head as he kisses you back, just as passionately.
And then he’s breaking the kiss, and he lowers you back to the ground, his forehead pressing against yours as soon as you're laying flat. His gaze locks with yours, and he releases a shaky breath, “Hi.” He whispers.
“Hi,” You whisper back as your hands come up to cradle his face.
“So…” His voice stays soft, “that happened.”
“Sorry, I should have asked…”
“No. I liked it. I wouldn’t mind if we did it again.”
You smile up at him, “Yeah. Me too.”
Fox scans your face for a moment, “So, you know you didn’t manage to get away from me, right?”
“I changed my mind.” You reply, “I don’t want to get away from you.”
Something softened in his gaze, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You trail your thumb over his lips, “I’d like to propose a trade.”
“Oh? What kind of trade?”
“A…mutually beneficial one.” You say slowly, thoughtfully, “I want to give you everything that I am. My hopes, my fears. My dreams and my worries.”
Fox tilts his head so that his lips are just over yours, “And what would you like in return?”
“Whatever you’re willing to give.”
“Everything,” Fox whispers, “I’ll give you everything.” And then his lips are one yours again, and nothing else matters except for you and him.
#star wars#tcw#commander fox x reader#fox x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#answered asks
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The thing about Hinata being bothered is just an invention of the anime, in the manga she was never bothered and it was never shown that Naruto will save her. It's all foreign to the manga.
When he said that Narusaku was a false lead, he said it in an interview with The Last two days later, he contradicted that and even said what Sasusaku thought before and halfway through the manga he thought about leaving Naruto with Hinata. There were even discussions in forums to find out in which interview Kishi was lying, but I will say Kishimoto contradicted himself from one interview to another, the Naruhina fans only take those that came to be in favor, but ignored those that Kishi himself contradicted what he said days ago . Because what Naruhina thought about at a very early stage was when he said that Hinata was the shadow heroine and she was before Iruka supporting Naruto from the shadow. In case you didn't notice, Kishi was sarcastic, because for him the first person who supported Naruto was Iruka and he had said that years before The Last came out. After that interview he had another one where he said that first he thought about leaving Sasuke and Sakura together and how Naruto was doing, he only remembered that Hinata was around.
Then later he said that no one thought it, that's why he told you that there were forums where fans argued to find out where he lied and where he told the truth. But any doubts were cleared up when the 2014 jump party was where he showed the photos of the Uchiha and Uzumaki families, because what he said about Hinata made his annoyance very clear.?
This hurts to read as its quite bad English.
NaruHina was decided on since the start, he went for the love triangle and considered NaruSaku briefly, but kept with the original plan. SasuSaku was planned also, though its ending was left more open, but was well established that Sakura would only ever get with Sasuke since early on. When Kishimoto is on about halfway through the manga he is on about when he was considering other options before setting his mind to stick with what he had planned since the start. Its common for authors to second guess themselves while doing their story and many actually make changes or consider doing so part way through.
He also never contradicted himself, but that fans usually Sakura fans take what he says out of context and not using their brains.
The Iruka comment is a perfect example as shown in chapter 1 Iruka still had misgivings about the nine tails, yes he warmed up to Naruto, but it wasn't always that way. Hinata on the other hand has admired and rooted for Naruto since they first started the academy. While Iruka was still finding it difficulty to superette between Naruto and the fox Hinata was already cheering for Naruto in the shadows.
As shown in the databooks Hinata had pre serialization art which makes it quite clear she was Naruto's love interest since Kishi goes out of his well to include Naruto and his trademark spiral in it. This proves that Hinata has always been Naruto's love interest since the start.
It was never that what he says contradicts himself, but that he is on about different points of the creation process.
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Last night I went on a binge reading @chaoxfix's Sonic & Tails fics (and I recommend that everyone else do the same, they are excellent), and in particular "build away and away and away" has been sticking in my head ever since. At least to the point where I'm still thinking about it after sleeping. In specific, I'm thinking about . . .
I think a lot of people have probably played with the idea of, "What if Eggman raised Tails instead of Sonic?" There was a Sonic Boom episode that lightly touched on the idea, I know. One where Sonic gets sent to a reality where he never existed, and Tails is working as Eggman's "sidekick" instead. Now, setting aside my usual annoyance at applying the term "sidekick" to Tails re: Sonic like it's not a demeaning term (it is), as well as the fact that, being Boom, the episode didn't delve nearly deep enough into that concept as I would have liked, it just got me thinking . . . what that would actually look like, for Tails.
First, there's the obvious path to take, the "Tails does evil!" take. And I don't think that's necessarily a wrong path to take. The series has made a point time and time again to highlight that, while Sonic and Eggman are arch-enemies, Tails is Eggman's intellectual rival. Eggman and Tails are the ones whose levels mirror each other in Sonic Adventure 2. In the IDW comics, not only do we see that Eggman respects Tails' abilities ("Prower wouldn't be that sloppy," he says to Orbot in "Bad Guys #2"), but Starline even makes a note about how Tails' house looking like a fox head is similar to how Eggman made his ship look like his own face. Moreover, children learn their morals and values from the ones who raise them; it's not a stretch to think that if Eggman raised Tails, he would raise him with the idea that "there's no such thing as evil, really, just science and progress and sometimes you have to kill a cow to make a steak." It's not about hurting people for the sake of hurting them, but about scientific process and how sometimes that means people get hurt even if you'd rather they didn't.
But the fic I linked above made me start thinking about how, it's not just good that Sonic found and raised Tails because he raised Tails up to be a hero. But rather, it's what's best for Tails' own well-being. Because Sonic likes Tails' inventions, yes. He's so proud of all of Tails' accomplishments. But Tails' engineering isn't the first thing about Tails that Sonic cares about. First and foremost, Sonic cares about Tails, as a person. He cares that Tails is safe, that Tails is healthy, that Tails is happy. (Insert, "I want to see it grow up happy" etc meme.) If Tails said one day that he was tired of inventing things and wanted to stop doing so for a while, then—after making sure that Tails wasn't saying this under any duress and that it was what he really wanted, because such a sudden change of heart would be alarming—Sonic would support him 100%. He doesn't care about Tails because Tails' inventions are useful, he cares about Tails because he genuinely loves him. And, as depicted in the fic I linked above, he'll directly intervene when Tails is doing things that harm himself in the name of scientific progress.
But Eggman would never do that, for so many reasons.
First of all, there is no one in the universe that Eggman cares about more than himself. His well-being is the only (organic) person's well-being he's concerned with. And this doesn't change when he is working with other living people; he doesn't care how Shadow is doing throughout SA2, and he barely pays Rouge any mind outside of whether she can get the Chaos Emeralds for them or not. In the IDW Comics, he not only uses Rough and Tumble to spread the Metal Virus to Sonic, but he has no qualms about strangling or otherwise beating the shit out of Starline the second Starline does something he disapproves of, even before their relationship goes sour. Heck, in one of the annuals we see that Eggman has a Zombot Starline doll in his toy room. Stripping Starline of everything that made him a living person was at least always an idea in Eggman's head, if not an outright plan. Just because Starline idolized him didn't mean Eggman cared about him, and the same would go for Tails.
But more than that, Eggman very much operates mostly by way of his id, i.e. his base desires / surface-level wants. He doesn't have much of a superego (moral conscience) to speak of, and thus nothing for the ego (middle ground) to mediate. What this means is that when Eggman wants something, he goes for it, consequences be damned. This is why he builds his theme parks, invents Metal Viruses, tries over and over again to conquer the world, etc. He doesn't care who gets hurt so long as he gets what he wants, and he doesn't really see a problem in this line of thinking.
So to bring this back to the fic that originally got me thinking about this, wherein Tails drinks a concoction that actively hurts him but allows him to invent things at the speed of light . . . where Sonic steps in and destroys as much of it as he can because he is understandably alarmed at the idea of his little brother ingesting toxic chemicals to produce better inventions, Eggman would have been delighted at Tails' invention of the Miles Electric Juice and would encourage him to drink it, and drink it, and keep drinking it. Eggman would never drink it himself—as stated, his own well-being is one he does care about—but if Tails destroyed himself in the name of making new tech for Eggman to use? Perfectly fine. Eggman doesn't need Tails any more than he ever needed Starline; if Tails can serve as a lab assistant for a little while, that's fine, but if he runs himself ragged to the point of death while inventing . . . well, that's fine, too. If Eggman ever gets sentimental, he can just build a robot version.
I don't think Eggman would ever directly harm Tails unless Tails "stepped out of line" the way Starline did. If Tails ever tried to act as Eggman's equal, then Eggman would be very quick to remind Tails of his place as a subordinate. But just because he doesn't actively mistreat him doesn't mean he takes good care of him, either. Sonic had stumbling blocks in their youth; he was a child raising a child, he did the best he could but of course there were still pitfalls. But he always put Tails' safety and well-being at the top of his priority list, while that wouldn't even be on Eggman's priority list, much less near the top.
It's just something that's interesting to think about. Under Sonic's guardianship, Tails grew up into a hero, yes. (Hero, not sidekick!) But he also grew up into a healthy, happy, well-adjusted and stable person, for the most part. Under Eggman's guardianship, I don't think he'd be nearly as healthy, well-adjusted, stable, or happy. And that's before we get to all of the crimes he'd be complicit in. It's just an interesting line of thought.
#miles tails prower#dr eggman#sonic the hedgehog#unbreakable bond#(well it's mentioned)#I believe in both nature & nurture. i think it's a 50/50 split. so I don't think Tails would be *radically* different#but he would still be quite different w/ different morals but also his anxieties & neuroses dialed up to 11#plus I do think there would be times when he'd tried to offer his input or smth in a way Eggman wouldn't like#& he WOULD get struck for it. but unlike Starline who also had his ego hurt Tails is little enough that he'd just internalize it#& would learn to *never speak out again*#don't know if this would be a world w/o Sonic or not. I like to think it would be bc I can't imagine a world where Sonic meets Tails#& doesn't immediately go ''you're being adopted. by me. sign here'' lolololol#but still. lots of possibilities & stuff to think about#sth
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"Ozpin's Fault AU"
Impending Doom
(1161 words)
As Ozpin struggled to reverse engineer the spell he had used on one Jaune Arc, he was acutely unaware that Jaune's Aunt Katherine Adel, and Jaune's mother Jasmine Arc were making their way to his academy.
He paused when a cold tingle travelled down his spine. Pushing the feeling from his mind, he continued with his work. He had three more days.
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Jaune yipped and barked trying to get Pyrrha's mind off of whatever idea Jaune's mother planted in her mind. But she was making no headway, but was hesitant about climbing out of the comfy and warm nest of blankets she was now curled up in.
It was then a knock on the door came. Jaune hunkered down, not really interested in finding out who was on the other side. The knocking continued and slowly drew Pyrrha's attention from the blank scroll screen she had been staring at since Jaune's mom had ended their call.
"Jaune your mom is coming to visit." Pyrrha informed her partner and team leader as she set Jaune's scroll back on the charging dock and moved to answer the door. Jaune "whined" and tried to bury herself further into the safety of Pyrrha's blankets.
"Hello?" Pyrrha greeted the dishevelled and scruffy man she found standing in the hallway.
"This team JNPR's room?"
"Yes."
"Good, I have the right room." he leaned forward, sticking his head into the room, and caught sight of a golden blond furred fox unsuccessfully trying to hide in a nest of blankets. "Yep, definitely the right room."
"Who are you?" Pyrrha asked as she stepped in front of the man, preventing his unimpeded entry into the room. "Why are you here?"
"My name is Qrow, I'm Ruby and Yang's uncle. I am here at the request of Glynda... to assist with this issue."
"Ruby and Yang's uncle?" Pyrrha questioned. "I don't see a resemblance."
"Is that a problem?"
"Maybe."
"Should I call Glynda and get her to vouch for me?"
"I think that would be for the best."
The man sighed as he pulled out his scroll and hit the dial button after selecting his most recent incoming call.
"Glynda, I need a favour." Before she could answer, Qrow turned the scroll about to face Pyrrha.
"What is the issue, Ms Nikos?" Glynda asked.
"Who is he, and why is he here?" Pyrrha answered.
"His name is Qrow, he is a friend who has... experience with what Jaune is currently going through." Glynda scowled, showing her displeasure at this minor complication. "Please let him in, so he can assist Jaune."
"Okay, Professor." Pyrrha responded.
"Thanks Glyn." Qrow spoke as he turned the scroll back to face him. "I'll see what I can do."
"Don't see. Just do. Kat and Jas are on their way."
Qrow's face went completely white. The call ended at that point, and he just stood there for a few moments, being watched by Pyrrha. With a couple blinks, and a shake of his head, he turned his attention to the red-headed champion.
"Privacy" was all he said as he stepped into the room and firmly steered Pyrrha out into the hallway. She tried to protest, only to have the door shut on her.
Qrow ignored her shouting and knocking as he focused on the bundle of fur on the far bed. Sharp blue eyes peered up at him, trying to gauge him, as Qrow sighed.
"I'm going to make this short and sweet. You are NOT trapped in that form." Qrow informed Jaune. "I'm going to show you how to change back, but first I'm going to show you something that doesn't leave this room. Understood?"
Jaune made no response, which caused Qrow to sigh once again. Not wanting to waste any more time, he shifted, becoming a crow right before Jaune's eyes. Qrow realized his mistake seconds before a blur of blond fur charged him. Flapping his wings, he squawked as he narrowly avoided the snap of Jaune's jaws.
Jaune wasn't sure what had come over her. She knew she was hungry, but the instant Qrow transformed, all she could think about was how he resembled a chicken. She liked chicken.
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Locked out of the door, Pyrrha fumed until she started to hear yips, barks and squawks, accompanied by the sound of crashing furniture. Trapped out in the hall, Pyrrha could only imagine what was going on inside the dorm room, and it wasn't good. Growling, he activated her semblance, offering a silent "I'm Sorry" to Professor Goodwitch and the maintenance staff as she magnetically shorted out the door lock.
Grabbing the door knob, he twisted it and pushed it open, and froze as she witnessed the utter chaos transpiring with in JNPR's dorm. Jaune was chasing a crow about the room, jumping into the air and snapping her jaws trying to catch the evading bird.
"What the...? Where's Mr Qrow?"
The crow cawed, as if dove past an airborne Jaune, losing a couple of pin feathers when the fox's jaws snapped closer to his wings than he anticipated. Deciding enough was enough, and not caring that another person would know his secret, Qrow reverted to his human form and caught the wall bouncing form of Jaune by the scruff of her neck.
"Hey! Quit it!" Qrow snapped as Jaune fastened her jaws about his wrist, biting down as hard as she could. "That smarts!"
"Mr Qrow?" Pyrrha stammered out as her mind tried to make sense of what she just saw.
"Now listen! You can change back. It's simple. Focus on being human or faunus again, and I MEAN really concentrate."
Jaune her ears flat against the top of her head glared at the man, as she turned her mind to the task at hand. Her eyes closed as she put all her effort into doing what the man had told her. Qrow and Pyrrha watched as a golden light surrounded the form of the blond fox.
"It wor..." Jaune started to shout, only to stop and start screaming as she clued into not only was she naked, but the strange man was still holding her by the back of her neck.
"Shit!" was all Qrow got out before a knee connected with his groin, followed by having a wooden chair shattered over the back of his head.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha shouted as she grabbed her leader and crush by the wrist and dragged her into the bathroom.
Qrow heard the lock engage, and groaned in pain.
"Is this the security office?" Qrow's face paled, as the shouted words of Pyrrha reached his ears through the flimsy wooded door of the bathroom. "We need help. There's a pervert in our room that tried to molest my partner!"
And that was Qrow's cue to leave. Struggling to his feet, he staggered over to the window. Opened it and tipped himself out through it. Less than a second later, a crow winged past, heading high into the air.
#ozpin's fault au#rwby#jaune arc#team jnpr#team rwby#female!jaune#foxfaunus!jaune#vixen!jaune#glynda goodwitch#jasmine arc - jaune's mom#katherine adel - jaune's aunt#headmaster ozpin
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