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Modern AU meetcute where SY gets into an argument for the ages on a shitty webnovel forum with some guy with a super pretentious username/pfp combo.
Their rants back and forth spawn so many copypastas. All eyes in the fandom turn to whatever the fuck is happening other there, people are taking sides, it's getting intensely personal. Two trolls, both alike in indignity, in fair Verona the Discord where we lay our scene. The comment sections are a warzone, and friendships are ending in DMs.
The mods want to ban them, but this is also the most active the community has been in a long time, and frankly, it's more interesting than the current arc of the actual novel, so...
They eventually meet in the course of them both trying to dox each other. It's the most confusing whirlwind romance any of their family or friends have seen in their lives. They announce out of absolutely nowhere in the forums that they're dating.
It does not end the argument that started this.
It goes on for another three weeks, completely dominating the forums and comment sections and community servers, until they both get banned for Shen Jiu making a "credible threat of violence" for saying he's going to shove SY down some stairs alongside a photo of SY's actual stairs at his actual apartment. (That wasn't even the point of his comment! It was 8k about how SY was misinterpreting the themes, why was everyone being so sensitive about that one silly little throw-away sentence?! Ridiculous!!)
The next anyone hears about either of them, they're fucking married. They are, baffling all, very happy together.
the biggest questions detective pikachu answered
no one but professional trainers has a full team of 6 in the pokemon universe because it would be a fucking gigantic hassle to deal with 6 animals, let alone different types that need different things
some people don’t evolve their pokemon because imagine having a fucking cat and then you can choose to make the cat five times as big and strong. would you do this if you weren’t battling.
"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"
But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.
It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?
Jason: yo, whatcha doin’? Damian: *arms crossed, glaring out the window* Father forbade me from moving out Jason: well you are like fiv— Damian: is this not called the land of the free? Jason: Damian: how can I be free, held within these walls like a canary in a coal mine? Forbidden from spreading my wings? Jason: bro you ain’t even in middle school yet, turn off the teenage angst and have one of the cookies I brought you Damian: *huffs and petulantly accepts the cookie* Jason: why’d’ya even wanna move out anyway? Damian: Jason: Damian: . . . Father said he would not allow me to house a tiger here, which I find unacceptable Jason: Jason: you. Have a tiger? Damian: *frowning* have I not mentioned this before? You must have seen her during your time in the League, Akhi. She was but a cub then Jason: KID, YOU KNOW I WAS HIGH AS A KITE ON GREEN ANGER JUICE WHILE I WAS RHERE. THE ONLY THINGS I CARED ABOUT WERE YOU, THAT ONE DESSERT MADE IN THE KITCHENS WITH RICE, AND THE EXTREMELY ENTICING IDEA OF BURNING THIS MANOR TO THE GROUND. YOU KNOW MY MEMORY OF THAT TIME IS SPOTTIER THAN DICK’S ABILITY TO ACCEPT PHONE CALLS. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD REMEMBER A FUCKIN CAT? I AINT EVEN A CAT PERSON Damian: *arches brow* really? You were the one to help me bottle feed her. She slept in your lap most nights. Jason: Jason: this is manipulation Damian: 🥺 Jason: Jason: fine. She can stay at my house. But you’re explaining this to Dickie.
*inspired by that Obi Wan's false sense of superiority post* What we need is an animated series about the psychologist who has to deal with these sentient tire fires. I mean, I'm a human tire fire and even I get help, these guys have no excuse. It needs to be filmed like The Office and as tongue-in-cheek as possible
Look I would pay real currency to watch a series of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s couples counseling. The angst and the passive-aggressiveness and the “I’m fine it’s fine everything’s fine” “NO IT’S NOT OBI-WAN NOTHING IS FINE”. Or individual Jedi counseling.
Better: I want to watch the documentary/mockumentary made by a GFFA psychologist who embeds themselves with the Jedi Order to better understand how they can all be so chill and collected – What’s their secret? How can we all learn, from their example, to embrace serenity in our own lives? – who eventually, as the documentary wears on, comes to realize that THE JEDI ORDER IS COMPRISED ENTIRELY OF EMOTIONAL TRAINWRECKS.
You drop a small piece of food on the floor, and decide to kick it under the oven/couch/whatever because you can’t be bothered to pick it up. As you’re walking away, you hear a very quiet “Thank you!” from under it.
i think the finale arc of the adventure zone is literally the most fucking powerful piece of media ever created and here’s why
you know that opening narration in Watchmen where rorshach is all “they’ll look up and scream save us, and i’ll look down and whisper no” and it’s all very gritty and dramatic and uhuhu sheeple
it’s literally the total fucking opposite of that
the apocalypse is bearing down, a hundred billion voices screaming in cacophonous and deafening unison GIVE UP AND DIE, and the entire world shares a glance, and takes a breath, and looks up and says:
No.
And I don’t believe I have ever seen something with such a powerful faith in humanity. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something that describes such an unshakeable connectedness, such an unbreakable will to exist. The apocalypse is happening and people are still fighting.
And I think that especially now, especially in times of such upheaval and uncertainty, and now with the threat of nuclear war looming from the darker corners of our political houses, we need more than ever stories that say what this one does–and I have never seen it more clearly and more beautifully communicated.
It’s not over until you stop fighting.
what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.
what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.
what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.
if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?
l.s. | I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE © 2016
Star Wars prompt! So there are several Jedi with specific force-granted powers through the unifying or living force. Mace with shatterpoints, etc. But what about someone like Obi-Wan, whose connection was to the Unifying but was trained in the Living by his master? The manifestation of Force abilities as something that is related to both halves of the force, such as seeing auras, etc? (sorry for incoherency)
i did some googling and a lot of thinking; considered and disregarded several options and ended up with this weird little thing:
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Fox Sister
there is a farmer who has a beautiful and strong wife, and she bears him three beautiful and strong sons. the eldest is of soft voice and hard temper, and his name is jae-shin. the second is quick to anger and yells too much, but is quick to forgive, and his name is ki-tae. the third is of even temper and soft voice, and his name is min-woo.
the farmer loves his family very much, but he feels as if it’s incomplete. he loves his sons, but he desperately wants a little girl to call his own. he prays and prays, asking for a little girl. he doesn’t care if she’s not like his other children, if she is weak or ugly, he vows to love her just the same no matter what.
his prayers are answered, and nine months later his wife gives birth to a baby girl. but she’s not weak, and she’s not ugly. she’s every bit as strong and beautiful as her brothers.
they call her yeon-saeng.
~
yeon-saeng is smarter and stronger than her brothers, than her parents, but she doesn’t say anything, never points it out, because she loves them dearly and would never want to hurt them.
yeon-saeng is ten years old when the hunger grows to be too much to ignore. she’s hungry constantly, and they are not a rich family, but her mother gives her all the food she asks for with a smile, pats her hands and kisses her cheeks and says nothing of the strain her eternal appetite puts on their household.
but no matter how much she eats, she’s never full. it’s not what she craves.
she is ten years old, and it’s the night of the full moon when she sneaks into the barn. she knows what she wants, what she needs, but she hesitates even now. she wishes there was another way, but she knows if she doesn’t eat, then she’ll die. she doesn’t’ want to die.
she kills the cow, and eats its liver, bites into its heart, and her hunger is sated.
the next morning, the cow is found, and her father says it looks like a fox did it.
yeon-saeng burns with shame, and says nothing.
~
she doesn’t have to eat every night, if she did then they would run out of cows and her family would go hungry. she doesn’t want them to go hungry, and she does not want to die, so she waits. she waits until her stomach is bloated with hunger and she feels ravenous with it, half mad with it, then sneaks out under the night of the full moon to kill another cow. for now, she does not need too many, can go months between feeding so long as she pushed herself.
she’s changing. her nails are sharper, more pointed, and her hair gleams red in sunlight. she doesn’t think she’s a little girl. she doesn’t even think she’s truly her parents’ daughter.
but the thought is too heartbreaking to contemplate, so she doesn’t.
~
the father worries after his livestock, and the fox he can’t seem to catch. he sends jae-shin to hide in the barn and keep a look out, to kill whatever is killing their cows.
jae-shin waits, and he hides, and he watches his sister kill the cow and eat its liver and heart. her hands become claws, her hair turns red, and fangs sprout from her mouth. she’s a fox demon forced to into human shape, an abomination to humans and demons alike. he’s horrified, and afraid, but he can’t bring himself to kill her.
she is his sister.
the next day, he tells his father everything. he says they have to do something, that she’s a monster, that soon she’ll hurt them.
jae-shin could not bring himself to kill her. but he still believes she should be killed.
the farmer is furious that his son could say such horrible things about his beloved daughter. he says that jae-shin must have fallen asleep, and had a bad dream, that he speaks of madness. but jae-shin will not back down, and eventually the farmer throws his son from the house, saying never to darken their doorstep again, that any son that could speak of killing family is no son of his.
yeon-saeng pleads on her brother’s behalf. she can’t risk telling them the truth, she should be happy it is jae-shin who is tossed aside and not her. but she loves her brother. he is mean and surly, quiet in his misery, but he let her ride on his shoulder when she was little and taught her to tame a horse and let her huddle into his side when she became frightened by thunder storms. she does not want him to go.
but father will not listen, and jae-shin is forced to go.
a few months, and another dead cow later, he sends ki-tae to the barn, to find what is killing the cows and to kill whatever animal it is. ki-tae is terrified of falling asleep and being thrown out like his elder brother, so he stays wide awake and vigilant the whole night.
he sees what jae-shin saw – his little sister half transforming into a fox demon, and killing and eating a cow’s heart and liver. he’s not afraid. he’s furious. he is quick to anger over small things, but this is not a small thing. yeon-saeng allowed their father to kick out their brother, even what he told the truth. she said nothing as he left them, when she could have saved him. she did nothing.
he sneaks back to the house and wakes his father, bidding him to come to the barn quickly. but when he returns, yeon-saeng is gone. the cow is there dead, it’s liver and heart gone, but his sister is nowhere to be found. he runs back into the house, his father at his heels, and finds yeon-saeng fast asleep in bed. he pulls her from her bed onto the floor. she cries out in pain, and his father pushes him against the wall, furious. ki-tae yells at her, says to tell father what she did, calls her a monster with all the disgust he can muster.
yeon-saeng pulls her knees to her chest, crying, and for a single moment ki-tae feels a stab or remorse. but she is a monster, and his father must know. they all have to know. how long before she kills one of them?
father is just as furious with him as he was with jae-shin. again, yeon-saeng pleads for brother, begging her father to let him stay. no matter his temper, ki-tae is always kind in those small moments, in the quiet lulls between his anger he has bandaged her scraped knees and braided her hair, and he would roll her rice into the shape of a snake when she was little and would grow stubborn and refuse to eat. she loves him, and she doesn’t want him to go.
but father will not listen, and ki-tae is forced to go.
a few more months, and another dead cow later, father sends min-woo to spend the night in the barn, to find out what is killing the cows, and to kill whatever it is. he sits, and waits, and sees what his brothers saw. he sees yeon-saeng kill the cow, and eat its heart and liver.
he does nothing at all.
the next morning, he tells his father that he didn’t see anything. whatever is killing the cows was too quick for him. father wants to be angry that min-woo failed, but he’s secretly relieved that at least his youngest son, so calm and even tempered, hasn’t been affected by the madness that had taken his eldest sons, and resigns himself to the lost livestock.
it is not ideal, but it’s not crippling them, not killing them.
~
yeon-saeng loves min-woo, but misses her eldest brothers terribly. on the surface, min-woo is nicer, he’s never made fun of her or gotten mud on her clothes, never yelled that she was too young to play with him. he never seeks her out, but always welcomes her when she comes to him.
he’s not as mean as their elder brothers, but he’s not as nice either.
yeon-saeng is thirteen the first time she eats a cow’s liver and heart, and still feels the gnawing pains of hunger. she keeps eating, desperate, because this is her only option. she eats the rest of the internal organs, the muscle, all of it. she keeps eating until the red of dawn beats against the barn doors. she’s covered in blood, more fox than girl, and there’s nothing left of the cow but bones.
she’s still hungry.
~
she hopes it’s a fluke, a mistake. she waits, to see if time will make her full, but it’s just the opposite. her whole body aches with hunger, her limbs grow sluggish and heavy. she sleeps the day away, hoping it will help, that she’ll wake up feeling normal, but it doesn’t work.
her parents fret over her, and her brother watches her with calm, even eyes that give away nothing at all. the days pass, and she seems to flip, instead of becoming weaker, she becomes stronger. her body fills with a frantic, desperate energy to feed, and she huddles under the blankets, afraid to let her family see her. she can’t get her claws or teeth to go away, her hair is bright red. she looks like a fox, and nothing she does makes it go away.
late at night, her hunger becomes too much, and she snaps. she’s outside her parent’s door when she realizes what she was about to do, her hand just about to slide open their door.
she’s so certain that a single human heart could sate her hunger.
yeon-saeng runs. it’s painful to walk away, she can smell them, smell her brother down the hall, and her mouth waters. she’s so hungry. but she forces herself to walk away and runs to the barn.
she kills half their heard that night, gobbling up hearts and livers in a frenzy. she slaughters the next cow while the previous one’s warm, wet heart is still in her hand.
it’s not quite daybreak, and she’s not hungry anymore. she’s not quite satisfied, but the ravenous yearning deep in her gut is gone.
it’s a devastating loss. her father will struggle to survive now that half his cows are dead. and what’s worse is this – she cannot stay. she will either eat the other half, and leave them penniless to starve, or she will give in to her urges, and kill them herself. she’s selfish, but not that selfish. she loves her family too much to do this to them.
when the sun rises into the sky, she’s gone.
~
her hair never goes back to black. it’s a permanent dark orange, and her nails are too sharp, and her teeth a little too long. but she almost looks like a person, as long as no one looks too closely.
the first few years are the hardest. she wanders through towns, too young to do any real work, but sometimes a kind innkeep would let her clean tables in exchange for a room. other times, she sneaks into barns and sleeps among the warm, dry hay.
she has to eat, and she has to eat often. small animals don’t satisfy her, she tries chickens and rabbits, even sheep don’t sate her hunger. cows and boars will do, and horses probably would too, but she’s reluctant to test her theory. partially because killing a horse will certainly garner more attention than she wants. but also because, well, she likes horses. she thinks they have kind eyes, and she’ll sooner eat a horse than she will a human, but would prefer to have neither, honestly.
she misses rice cakes. they were her favorite as a child, but now they taste like ashes in her mouth.
when possible, she hunts for he own food in the forest, searching out wild board to feed herself with. but sometimes that’s not possible, and when that happens she sneaks away to a pasture and kills a cow. they always say it looks like a fox attack.
she doesn’t want people to go hungry because of her, to suffer because of her, so she doesn’t stay in one town for long. she moves around constantly, killing and stealing the livestock of farmers she needs to live, trying to keep her head down and not cause trouble.
she still craves human hearts more than anything else. but as long as she keeps herself well fed it’s … well, not easy to ignore it, but manageable.
she’s managing.
~
yeon-saeng is sixteen, and it’s much easier. people hire her to serve drinks in restaurants now, will hire her to smile at customers now.
she still doesn’t look quiet human, but people never seem to notice that.
she’s beautiful. they don’t know what she is, they don’t care, all they care for is her pretty face. she always smiles with her mouth closed so they don’t see her teeth, but that’s okay. things are easier now.
she is sixteen when she makes a friend.
it’s not one she expected to make, if she ever thought she’d have one. she keeps everyone way, women are nice to her and men want her, but she rejects them all, keeping to herself and offering them nothing more than her close-lipped smile.
she’s a monster. those around her risk one day being eaten by her, and the pain of that potential loss stops her whenever she fees the urge to reach out to someone. she thinks of her parents often, of her brothers. she hopes they’re happy. sometimes she hopes they’ve forgotten her, but she’s still a selfish girl, and the thought that not one person cares for her cuts like a knife.
but one person does come to care for her.
his name is bou, and he’s a monk. he is plain, and nondescript, but there are not many buddhist monks, and he stands out, somehow, with his calm face and plain grey robes. he follows her from town to town, and at first she thinks it is a coincidence, that maybe they are simply traveling in the same direction. but soon it’s too much to be a coincidence, and she can only think of one reason a monk would have for following her. he must know what she is, and be here to kill her.
she does not want to die.
yeon-saeng corners him, nails and claws out, eyes blazing red, and says she will not die easily, says that she does not want to kill him, but she will to preserve her own life.
she’s already thinking that if she does kill him, she’ll have to tear out his heart and liver and grind it into the dirt so she does not eat them. once she starts eating humans, she doesn’t know if she could stop, and to leave them whole would be a temptation she would be unable to refuse.
he looks at her, unflinching, and tells her a story. he happened upon two brothers not long ago, with very strange histories. born into near-poverty, they were separated as teenagers and led remarkable lives. the eldest was adopted into a noble family and became one of the hwarang, the refined and cultured warriors who live on the edges of the country. the younger became the assistant to a yangban, the high level civil servants of the country. both now had prestigious positions rarely achieved by nobility. they happened to pass each other on the street one day just a few short months ago, both visiting a city they were not from, and recognized each other instantly.
they cried to find each other again, and it is here when bou overheard them talking while at a tavern. they spoke of their sister, who killed their cows and devoured their hearts and livers, and was the reason they’d been thrown from their homes. they spoke of their sister, who was not their sister by blood, but a demon sent from the heavens, for some misdeed none of them knew of. they spoke of their sister, who they knew to be a monster, and who they could not face. they spoke of their sister, who they loved in spite of everything, to this very day.
bou intended to find her, and kill her, to rid the world of her evil. but he finds her, and finds that she is not evil. that she is kind, and hurting, and alone, and trying so desperately to do no harm, to be a good person in a world that does not have enough good people.
a demon she may be, but a monster she is not.
yeon-saeng is sobbing by the end of this, stepping away from him. bou has decided that she is the best kind of person, and that he would like to follow her, to travel with her, if she will allow it. she tries to refuse, says she will put him in danger, but bou does not listen.
she doesn’t have to let him be her friend. but he will follow her wherever she goes, so she might as well make this easier on both of them. she does not give in until he makes her a promise – if she ever does become a monster, he’ll kill her himself. when she cannot trust herself, she can trust him.
bou and yeon-saeng travel together, and although she worries constantly, yeon-saeng never harms him. years pass, and she grows stronger, she leans even further into her demon powers.
she is at least part kumiho, part nine tailed demon, and there are certain skills that come with that. with bou and his holy powers by her side, she feels comfortable exploring them for the first time. if she ever goes too far, bou will stop her.
she is a young woman when bou convinces her to seek out her family, to try and make amends with them. she cannot yet face her eldest brothers, whose lives she forced off course so dramatically, but agrees to try and visit her parents and youngest elder brother at home.
when she arrives, there are no cows in the pasture, and she worries. the house looks worn, and it feels empty. she knocks on the door, fear and worry making her shake, and it is only bou’s presence at her back that steadies her.
but the door opens, and it’s her brother, min-woo. he’s older, of course, but he looks healthy, looks fine. he’s startled to see her, but welcomes her inside like nothing has changed, like she hasn’t been missing for a decade. he doesn’t move to embrace her, and she holds herself back, uncertain. he tells her she has good timing, because he has invited their elder brothers home.
min-woo tells her that their parents have died, and she’s nearly bowled over in her grief. but he implores her to stay, says that now they can be a family once more. yeon-saeng agrees because she doesn’t know what else to do, her kind mother and father who loved her so very much are dead, and even though she hasn’t seen them in years their loss is just as devastating. min-woo comforts her, tells her they were simply old, and these things happen. she doesn’t think they were that old, but what does she know, she hasn’t been there for years.
she agrees, and min-woo tells her he has nothing to feed her and her companion, but she doesn’t mind. pretending to enjoy rice that tastes like dirt is a waste on both of them, and bou has endured much worse than a night’s sleep on an empty stomach. min-woo does offer them water, which they accept. it doesn’t taste clean, but both are too polite to say anything about it.
so they settle down, and bou falls asleep at her back, like he always does, and she eventually falls into a fitful sleep, thoughts of her dead parents and her living brothers chasing around her head.
when she awakes, everything has somehow gotten even worse.
she’s tied up, and she twists to see bou is as well, wide-eyed and with a gag in his mouth. min-woo sits in front of them, a cruel twist to his mouth she’s never seen before. her head is foggy, and it takes her a moment to process everything. the water must have been drugged.
he tells them their timing is perfect. he’d nearly run out of their parents’ flesh to eat, and so had invited their elder brothers home, intent on killing them and eating them. but eating her flesh, consuming the heart of a kumiho, will sustain him so much longer than mere humans would.
she looks at him in horror, not understanding. she asks if he was born a demon too, if he’s like her, but he laughs at her. he is just a human, but if he eats her maybe he will be something more.
min-woo takes a hunk of something folded in butcher paper and unwraps it, and in the center is a heart. the scent hits her nose all at once, and she knows it’s a human heart.
that it’s her father’s heart.
he’s been saving this for himself, but the stronger she is when he kills and eats her, the stronger she will make him. he holds it to her mouth, and parts of her wants it, it’s not fresh but it hasn’t gone bad, has been kept frozen and recently defrosted by the smell, and her mouth is already watering. she lives with a constant low-level hunger, but now it’s out in full force, begging her to bite into the heart her brother is holding to her lips.
she closes her mouth and shakes her head, turning away from it. this isn’t right. it’s not fair. she asks why, asks if it was because they ran out of food, was there truly nothing else for him to eat?
he says business was fine. they had plenty to eat. he just wanted to eat them, he just wanted to kill and eat human flesh, says he wanted to become stronger, and this seemed like the easiest way to do it.
this is incomprehensible to yeon-saeng, who has struggled against the gnawing in her stomach her whole life. she could break the ropes, could break min-woo. she’s a kumiho. her power is so far beyond min-woo’s that it’s laughable.
but guilt and grief swallow her. maybe the true reason she was born into her family was not divine punishment, maybe she was meant to protect them, to keep them safe. maybe her true purpose was to protect her beloved parents from min-woo, and she has failed. her parents are dead, her brother is a monster, and she has failed at the one thing she supposed to do.
she has no reason to live. once min-woo eats her, he will have no need of bou, her friend will be fine. she won’t eat her father’s heart, even now, at the end, but she can’t seem to muster the will to defend herself.
bou is screaming through his gag, surely begging her to do something, but she can’t move, too numb to do anything at all. min-woo gets tired of trying to force her to eat the heart, and lifts up a knife, moving to slit her throat.
before he gets the chance, a blade is shoved through his chest and out his mouth, killing him instantly. yeon-saeng looks up, wide eyed.
min-woo slides off the blade, revealing the man holding it. it is her eldest brother, jae-shin. her second eldest brother ki-tae is at his side. they’re older too, more steady, firmer than she remembers them being. she bows her head, waiting for her own death blow, but it doesn’t come.
instead ki-tae throws his arms around her, her eldest brother doing the same. they heard everything, they know everything. they cry as they hold her, apologies falling from their lips. she is their sister, and they love her, and they’re sorry they ever doubted her.
they could never bring themselves to hurt her, but did not hesitate to cut down min-woo. maybe deep down they’d always known who the true monster was.
jae-shin cuts her free, and does the same for bou. yeon-saeng is shaking in ki-tae’s arms still, but jae-shin pulls her forward and cups her face in his hands, kisses her forehead and tells her he’s sorry, that if he hadn’t acted so rashly so long ago maybe none of this would have happened.
yeon-saeng won’t accept their apologies, instead offering her own for letting their father throw them out when they only spoke the truth, for remaining silent in the face of their banishment.
their parents are dead, killed by their brother, who has been killed by jae-shin. they are as broken as ever, but the three of them are together once more, are willing and eager to rebuild their relationship. they all made mistakes, but all are willing to forgive.
bou is furious with yeon-saeng for freezing, for doing nothing to save herself. but he’s pulled between his anger and his worry that now she has her brothers back, she won’t need him anymore. but she knows him just as well as he knows her, so she assuages his worries and apologizes for freezing, says she won’t do it again. she tells bou that he’s her best friend, and she never wants him to leave.
so now this incredibly strange group is traveling together, roaming the country – a short tempered yangban’s assistant, a charming hwarang warrior, a buddhist monk, and a kumiho.
together, they do their best to figure out the extent of yeon-saeng’s powers, and try to leave everywhere they go a little better, a little less broken.
they succeed.
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It's incredible the amount of plot holes in Danny Phantom that are easily fixed if only the plot were a little darker.
Like Tucker's fear of hospitals and doctors from Doctor's Disorders, for example.
To be precise, the fact that Danny had apparently no idea that Tucker goes downright catatonic whenever he passes in front of the nurse's office as a result of his fear of anything medical related but Sam did. Especially since Danny and Tucker have known each other for as long as they've known Sam, if not longer.
If the plot were a little bit darker/more mature and didn't shy away from heavy topics like human mortality or that Danny actually died in the accident and came back to (half) life, this would all have a very simple explanation.
Danny didn't know about Tucker's fear of hospitals because it's a recent thing, while Sam does because she was there when it happened.
In other words, if you ask me, Tucker could have developed his fear after Danny's accident. After spending who knows how long inside a hospital waiting for news of his best friend's recovery, with each passing second spent there being a constant reminder of the possibility that Danny might not make it. Thus, his fear would be a result of anything medical reminding him of those agonising times and of the fear he felt at the idea of losing his best friend forever. And Sam would know about it but not Danny because she was right there by Tucker's side as they both waited while Danny was being treated and remained unaware of the world going on around him.
And just like that, you fix a plot hole, and add layers to the story, the characters and their interpersonal dymanics in one fell swoop.
Thank you for coming to my TED-Talk.
Damian Wayne gets caught by the press while sneaking away and hanging out in civilian clothing with Red Hood and Bruce finding out they know each other isn’t even his biggest problem. his biggest problem is that the interviewer asked what his connection is to the crime lord and why they have on camera the guy calling Damian ‘habibi’, and, panicking about whether or not Bruce seeing this interview could leak Jason’s identity, to throw him off the trail Damian said that Red Hood is his parent.
Interviewer: wait. but… i thought that Bruce Wayne was your biological father?
Damian, panicking even more because both Jason and Bruce would kill him if people thought that Brucie Wayne was the Red Hood’s identity: what, don’t you support trans people? Hood was my mother.
Jason only finds out what Damian did when after a week of confusedly nodding at the trans pride pins people kept wearing and pointing out to him on the street, and Damian refusing to look him in the eye, Nightwing shows up during patrol crying laughing about how Bruce Wayne got asked during a gala about his secret affair with a crime lord and held his champagne glass so tightly it exploded in his hands.
Bruce, on the other hand, got sent the interview clip by Tim halfway through breakfast, whereupon hearing the audio start Damian climbed out the nearest window to get away. after a slightly paranoid text to Talia about whether or not she was in Gotham wearing a face covering helmet every night, be proceeds to freak the fuck out. he has no idea who the Red Hood is, or how Damian knows him. He also has no clue that Red Hood knows HIS identity, and fully plans on showing up to Wayne events in the helmet to antagonise Bruce by stealing food and demanding they talk about the ‘custody arrangements’ of their son. all he knows is that Damian broke a window in his haste to Not Explain Anything, and that Dick and Tim are wheezing hysterically on the other side of the house.
HAPPY PRIDE!! ✨🏳️🌈✨ 🌈
Anything for mdzs with Jiang Yanli? Thank you!
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Jiang Yanli doesn't carry a sword.
The only time Lan Wangji sees her with it is when they're practicing sword forms. She manages the stances and moves easily enough, but can't seem to channel a significant amount of cultivation energy through the blade.
Lan Wangji wonders about her bodyguard.
He doesn't participate in the classes, instead standing the back and observing. They'd never even spoken, only exchanged nods as Jiang Yanli had introduced them.
Brother and Uncle are encouraging him to spend time with Jiang Yanli. Apparently the talks between the elders and the Jiang's council are going well.
If they continue to go well, he could find himself engaged by summer's end.
He comes up on a loose crowd of disciples from every sect, tension running high, and he shoulders his way through to see what the fuss is about.
Jiang Yanli is standing there. Her bodyguard, for once, is nowhere to be seen.
Jin Zixun sneers at her. He wants to intervene, but there are Jiang disciples here keeping their distance. "Jiang Yanli. I see you're swordless. Again."
She just raises an eyebrow. Lan Wangji wonders what Jin Zixun hopes to gain by irritating the heir to the Jiang Sect. The Jiangs might not be as rich as the Jins, but their disciples tend to be stronger and the area they control is greater, even though they have less disciples. Pissing them off isn't a good idea.
"Does your sword even have a name?" he taunts. "I don't understand how someone like you can be the heir to the Jiang. Your clan must be so embarrassed by you."
There's a furious fission among the Jiang disciples, but still they hold their place. If Jiang Cheng was here, he imagines this would be going differently, but he's not.
Jiang Yanli tilts her head to the side, a mocking smile curling around her mouth before she turns away from him to walk away.
"Don't turn your back on me!" he shouts, unsheathing his blade and swinging it down in an arc that will embed itself into her spine.
Lan Wangji moves forward to stop it, but he's too late.
Wei Wuxian is standing where he wasn't before, standing in front of Jiang Yanli's back. He's stopped Jin Zixun's blade with the hilt of his still sheathed sword. Just as quickly as he'd moved before, he yanks Jin Zixun's sword from his hand before jamming the hilt of the sword in his solar plexus then sweeping his feet out in front of him. Between one blink and the next Jin Zixun goes from standing, armed and upright, to groaning on his back with his weapon out of reach.
"My sword's name," Jiang Yanli says calmly, having kept her back to the whole exchange, "is Wei Wuxian."
Wei Wuxian winks at him before turning to step next to Jiang Yanli. They walk away from him arm and arm with their heads held high.
Wei Wuxian hadn't even bothered to draw his sword.
Have been catching up on this fic “Careless to let Fall” by @artemisdesari-blog on ao3 and holy shit guys. It’s beautiful. I love the Anakin and Ahsoka master-padawan dynamic, don’t get me wrong, but I have NEVER forgotten that Ahsoka was meant to be Obi-Wan’s Padawan before Yoda meddled.
This fic is BEAUTIFULLY LONG, really well written, and guys, Mandalorian Jedi (and *spoiler BATTLEMASTER) Obi-Wan hfgdhfgddhisdhfiuhsrfhihsrhfibrw it’s perfect. Apart from the colours and Pauldron symbols and some other descriptions about it being lightweight, the armour design is mostly my interpretation. I’ve wanted to draw obiwan in armour for AGES and this was the perfect outlet
AND INTRODUCING MY FIRST DRAWING OF AHSOKA EVER AHHHHHHHHHHH. My baby girl, I love you so much you could never do anything wrong in my eyes.
READ THE FIC GUYS SERIOUSLY, ITS AMAZING, it explores so much of Mandalorian culture (at least w the goran’e) AND!!! It’s codywan <3
Watching Star Wars in chronological order is so funny.
Obi-Wan Kenobi really took one look at R2D2 in the middle of the desert and said “No, Luke, I’ve never seen this fucking droid in my life. Looks like a real bitch though. Not that I’d know. This is my first time meeting the asshole.”
No one in that whole franchise was Gatekeep-Gasslight-Girlbossing quite like “Ben” Kenobi, regular human-man.