Best friends, Ex-friends till the end, Better off as lovers, And not the other way around…
info: min yoongi x oc genre: angst, smut, fluff, ex-friends!au word count: 3.2k a/n: inspiration just struck me randomly for this and I had to write it. I don’t have enough Yoongi on my masterlist. Let me know what you think and as always, enjoy space cadets!
((@silverkitsune tumblr wont let me reply so i have take a screenshot like some kind of animal))
Alrighty so there is:
Captain Jewels, CC-6859. HIs name comes from that he has a genetic mutation making his eyes blue and a trainer said his eyes looked like jewels. He’s a commander clone, but when his Jedi General’s padawan showed up he had to be officially demoted (I’m not sure if clones can be commanders if there are padawans so). Unofficially, Jewels and the padawan work together as commander, sharing the work equally. Off-duty he is pretty laid-back, kind of a “don’t do any property damage and don’t kill anyone and i dont care” clone. on active duty (not even on the field) he’s strict and will not tolerate any bullshit. on the field it’s that but 1000% more intense. (in general he 110% always needs a drink)
Thank you friend! Always happy to oblige with a Marco meme.
Meme: Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.
1. This kid has nerves of steel. Marco faints easily (canon), he gets taken aback, and honestly I don’t know if he’s such a bad ass so much as determined. But that part when they’re lowered down into Titan Hell in the armory I can’t handle it. He’s got his hands on that shotgun and he’s not afraid, he’s focused. He also doesn’t cave once to anxiety. He may feel fear, but he always rally!rebukes his fellow cadets into action, watches to totally take in the dynamic of what’s going on as he questions, and sees the potential in others.
2. He died way too soon. Yeah fuck you I’ll fight you in the pit about Marco’s significance in this plot. I always write about Jean’s nostalgia for Marco’s truth and ideals because I think he’s still relevant and a symbol of what could have been or is/was lost in many, many ways.
3. He has a big family. I know, it’s a fanon thing to some extent, but I have super specific head canons about who his family are, what they believe, where they are, and what he’s all about. Ugh I’m getting emotional.
4. He will call your ass out. Yes Jean, this is me vague posting at you. :D But seriously, I love the fact that Marco reprimands Jean several times. Tbf, a lot of his head canon has been inspired by @tiggeryumyumm‘s fic The Rise and Fall of a Daily Victory which is one of my favorites of ALL TIME IN SNK EVER, but the part where Jean says some Shit Marco doesn’t like and he’s just like BYE GIRL and Jean… I will never forget this line as long as I live… being tugged along like a toy on a string. ;_;
5. He will be you friend if you’re not a fuckass. In every AU, in every fic, Marco is a fuckin cinnamon bun regardless of what’s thrown at him. He’s good-natured but not naive, savvy but not cynical, clear headed and sincere and damn although I don’t want my cinnamon bun seein’ the horrors of the SNK world I think he’d handle them just fine.
Yeah not a lot of bad posts on the tag lol so that's a relief. Also age isn't a big deal so I don't know why it's causing such a problem. I always thought the cadets were around the age of 18-21. Anyways, has there ever been a model or actor who you see Keith and shiro as?
ur lucky you missed majority of the war lol but that aside INTERESTING QUESTION! can’t think of anyone for keith rn but I can totally see hideo muraoka as shiro…..he’s illegally beautiful just look at him
I always used to tell my cadets, you know, all the time…sometimes it’s harder to be a slob than to be neat and tidy and clean.
The famously improvised conversation
between Lt Columbo and Col Rumford, which builds up to Rumford’s confession not
of his factual guilt, but of an impossible
dream of innocence (“I got roses…white roses”), is a remarkable study
in the dismantling of that very fantasy, and the deconstruction of a
personality fatally dependent on control:
of his external environment as much as his own innermost anxieties.
In the privacy of his
office, with only the Lieutenant for an audience - whose companionship he is
actively seeking, even beyond the common bond of professional ethics (“I
suppose you could call that a uniform”) - the Colonel’s sense of security
is satisfied. For one brief, albeit crucial, moment his insecurities are exposed, and what would have been a stern lecture
in the ears of his cadets, on manly discipline, and the “ease” of
being neat and tidy and clean, becomes instead a poignant admission of personal
It is not the apparent lack
of discipline among the student population that will precipitate Rumford’s
demise - illegal cider fermentation and off-campus relationships
notwithstanding: the Colonel’s costliest battle is the one he is fighting
against himself, against his own inability to live without the rules and
regulations that define his existence. It remains for Rumford to reach the
final conclusion: that he has already lost that existential battle.
thank you for being one of the only popular voltron bloggers to be calling out sh@tt like that. Tbh i was already hesitant on matt/shiro because even from the beginning of the show, Matt was always shown in his cadet uniform while shiro was always shown in his instructor's uniform. I don't think the writers ever intended matt to even be in the same age group as shiro and s4 just confirmed it. Besides Hunk x Matt is a much better ship built on actual commonality than Sh@tt.
no problem! sh@tt has the same problems the sh@llura once did and i’m not going to condemn one and turn around and defend the other yknow? and yes I totally agree with you! matt and hunk’s interactions were so pure and lovely, can I get a hell yeah for hatt? (or maybe even hattllura?)
Prompt: Chekov having a friend that he’s crushing on on earth and the crew teasing him every time she sends him something on Snapchat (or whatever they have in the future) please Word Count: 519 Warnings: Author’s Note: Fluffy Chekov!
Summary: No one said that training to be a member of the Order of the White Lotus would be easy. But then again, there are exceptions to the austere conditions when one is dating the Avatar. Makorra smut.
Author Note: Something light for us all to enjoy. Maybe a late birthday present for selenicsoulmates since we discussed this idea a long while ago.
Mako grimaced and squinted his eyes against the biting cold wind of the South Pole night. He wasn’t a stranger to the cold by any stretch of the imagination; there had been far too many nights on the streets of Republic City covered by only a soggy piece of cardboard and his brother’s body to keep him warm for him to count. Then again, considering how bad the memories were he had no desire to tally such times up.
I saw in one of your videos you have a tattoo. What inspired the tattoos you get?
I Got Quite A Few Tats But My Half Sleeve Is Inspired By My Gramma. I’m A Lil Different (Which I Learned To Accept) & Growing Up She Would Always Call Me A ‘Space Cadet’. That’s Why It’s All Outer Space Lookin. ☺️🚀
Can you explain how Milady and D'Artagnan and everyone are different in the books compared to the tv shows?
To do this question justice, I should probably re-read the books and write a long, properly researched essay in comparative literature. But I will have to restrict myself to a few bullet points. Anyone reading this – feel free to add your own points. It’s been over a year since I last read The Three Musketeers, and I didn’t anticipate that it would’ve been useful to memorise all details. The gist is that pretty much all characters were given a modern mindset for the series, and that they were stripped of qualities that made them pretty much reprehensible human beings in the novel. In conclusion: the BBC versions are less entitled, more tragic. Just add manpain™.
Here’s an overview:
Starts out with an entirely different premise than on the show: he sets off from home with his father’s blessing to become a musketeer, and is infused by the proper feudal spirit. “Endure nothing from anyone except Monsieur the Cardinal and the king,” his father tells him. Pretty much the exact opposite to how he’s introduced on the show, where he and his father travel to Paris to complain about how the King and the Cardinal are ruining the country with taxes. His life’s ambition is to become a musketeer, and that’s his motivation for going to Paris; whereas BBC d’Artagnan became a musketeer because of the narrative imperative. Either that, or because of his crush on Athos.
Becomes the mastermind of the four. “I always said that this cadet from Gascony was a well of wisdom,” murmured Athos. He comes up with their cunning plans.
After he finds out that Milady is Evil, he worms his way into her bed by pretending he’s the man she’s in love with and whom she is actually expecting that night. He manages to sneak into her bed by seducing her maid, who’s in love with him, so that she smuggles him into Milady’s bedroom. All this happens while he’s in love with Constance, because, as he tells Athos: “I loved Madame Bonacieux with my heart, while I only love Milady with my head” (‘head’, yeah, right).
On his way to London to retrieve the Queen’s diamonds from Buckingham, he assaults a complete stranger (who due to the narrative imperative later turns out to be Milady’s lover) to take his passport off him, injures him and leaves him to die. Then, casting a glance on the handsome young man, who was scarcely twenty-five years of age, and whom he was leaving in his gore, deprived of sense and perhaps dead, he gave a sigh for that unaccountable destiny which leads men to destroy each other for the interests of people who are strangers to them and who often do not even know that they exist. […]This being properly done, they drew the Comte de Wardes close to his servant; and as night was approaching, and as the wounded man and the bound man were at some little distance within the wood, it was evident they were likely to remain there till the next day.
I wrote a lengthy essay on Milady, where I talk about her characterisation in the book. Here’s an additional thought:
Milady has a son by her second husband, and a monkey. I wish they had left in the monkey. I don’t even like monkeys, but the idea that dramatic Dark Action Girl Milady would have such a silly pet as a monkey amuses me. (Still, seeing as Milady doesn’t even appear to have a maid, any servants whatsoever or even a house, the monkey is the least important omission.)
Was utterly whitewashed for the series and turned into this noble and tortured hero. He’s much more entitled in the novel. Book Athos’ idea of honour is to lie to the lower classes and invoke his honour of a gentleman to get out of paying them. He would never do anything as saccharine as giving a beggar money, because he “has the hands of a musician” *rolls eyes*
Doesn’t think twice about gambling away everything he owns, plus d’Artagnan’s possessions (including horse, saddle, money and a diamond ring), simply because he’s bored.
Is a talkative and merry drunk, on the whole, rather than an angsty one.
Has trained his valet not to talk. If the poor man does happen to talk, Athos thrashes him mercilessly, albeit dispassionately.
Hangs his wife without a trial, because he discovers that she’s branded with the sign of the criminal on her shoulder. I think it is generally agreed that the main mystery here is how it is possible that he found it out only because she fell from her horse and he had to rip her clothes open and not during all that sex that they were having.
Defers to d’Artagnan when it comes to their plans of campaign, because he considers d’Artagnan their master strategist.
Is a vain dandy. That’s the core of his characterisation, really.
Likes to parade around all pimped out, and pretends he has more money and riches than he has. Book Porthos would die of apoplexy if he ever learned that he became famous as the slums-raised bastard son of a former slave.
In order to raise money, he pretty much bullies his married mistress to steal money from her husband, and when it’s not enough to meet his requirements, he goes off in a sulk.
Surprisingly young. He’s only 21 or 22 in the first novel.
Was meant to become an abbé and was in a seminary since the age of nine. Leaves the seminary temporarily to duel with a man who insulted him when he was reading poetry in a brothel. That evening I had translated an episode of Judith, and had just communicated my verses to the lady, who gave me all sorts of compliments, and leaning on my shoulder, was reading them a second time with me. Her pose, which I must admit was rather free, wounded this officer. Kills that man in the duel and is encouraged to leave the seminary due to the ensuing scandal.
Keeps talking about how he’s only a musketeer for a time and plans to become ordained in future. There’s one *very dramatic* scene where he thinks that his mistress has left him and is determined to become a priest straightaway – until he learns that she has not abandoned him after all and changes his mind instantly.
Is the least sociable of them. As to Aramis, he never played. He was the worst Musketeer and the most unconvivial companion imaginable. He had always something or other to do. Sometimes in the midst of dinner, when everyone, under the attraction of wine and in the warmth of conversation, believed they had two or three hours longer to enjoy themselves at table, Aramis looked at his watch, arose with a bland smile, and took leave of the company, to go, as he said, to consult a casuist with whom he had an appointment. At other times he would return home to write a treatise, and requested his friends not to disturb him.
After d’Artagnan, the other one with the brains and the plans. Well-connected in society through his “cousin”, i.e. his rich and influential mistress, who remains in the background and provides money and support, if needed. (Actually, this is something I still want to tackle in fic. Aramis can keep all those scattered loves of his life, but there’s that one long-term lover, an older lady who guides him from afar, who’s aware of his flirtations and affairs, and equally aware that he’s first and foremost hers and always will be.)
I’m sure I’ve omitted loads; also, I’ve confined myself to the first of the D’Artagnan Romances. And I haven’t even mentioned Constance, I may do this at some later point.
“Okay, okay. How about we work something out? I get to keep my hair for another 24 hours, always wearing my cadet hat and in return I do something for you…”, Matt suggested jokingly, using his hand to cover a chuckle.