one of the very few enemies to do that

The more I think about it, the more I think the main thing that ‘went wrong’ with Andromeda is that it plays everything so safe. I still like the game, but that is the one overarching issue that stopped me from enjoying it as much as I wanted to.

This is a new galaxy; they could have done anything, but it all feels so utterly familiar.

The story starts at the wrong point in the time line

The biggest mistake they made, story wise, was making us come into the galaxy at the point that we did. I will never for the life of me understand why they took a game that was going to be about exploration and how ‘we’re the aliens now’ and not let us be the first humans to arrive in Andromeda.

Just start the game at that point. Before the uprising, before the outposts, before the Nexus is half-built. Have us truly be the first humans the Angara meet. Have us struggle to understand each other, and slowly win their trust, only to lose it when the Uprising happens and they see a darker side to humans.

How devastating would it be to have worked to gain their trust, gain Jaal’s trust, and then see it all get swept away by events out of our control?


This way we also get more chances to bond to Alec, as he’ll be around for longer than 2 minutes. Think about establishing those first outposts on Eos with Alec, only to see them fail disastrously with us, the pathfinder team, carrying that guilt with them.

This also means we’ll see the Nexus fail, see Garson murdered (not entirely clear on the timeline for that tbh). And eventually we will have to see characters we know turn against us during the Uprising itself!

And if they have to get rid of the dad, he could die during the Uprising (adding a personal touch to having to deal with the Exiles), or hell, maybe he joins them. 


As it is now, it just feels like we missed a large part of interesting narrative in Andromeda. We’re made pathfinder in 2 seconds and succeed from the word go. There are obstacles to getting the outposts up and running, but no real struggle. Another consequence of setting the story 18 months (I think it’s 18) from when the first people arrived is that it robs us of being the first.

(I’m also not entirely clear on why the Nexus had to be there first, because it can’t function without Outposts, they need a pathfinder to find outposts, but the arc’s had the pathfinders and they were meant to arrive later on? Also, no one on the Hyperion says they arrived too late, but on the Nexus they say they thought everyone was dead, which seems to indicate they were waiting for longer than they thought they had to? I might be missing something here.)

Planets are not inviting to explore

As it stands, it just adds more familiarity into a game that already suffers from taking too few risks.

Everything from the planets to the wild life to who we encounter feels so safe. Storybeats are repeated from the original trilogy, enemies as well. On four of the planets we already see a lot of milky way equipment/ milky way species. And even Kandara Port (though I like the design), which was built by the Angara feels like it wouldn’t be out of place in me2.

All the planets are a bit of a let down when it comes to how not-alien they feel, excepting Havarl and arguably habitat 7, they don’t feel that alien. And the frustrating thing is, this isn’t filmed on location, they’re not constrained by planet Earth; they could have gone all out. 

Besides not feeling alien the planets also feel so… dead. I know there is a bit of an in game reason for this, but 1. they created the reason 2. I don’t think that’s the reason.

Every planet gets one or two pieces of plant life, looking only slightly alien from what we see on earth. The rest is desert, snow desert, almost barren ground. Throw in a lot of rocks. And 4 different animals, all just reskins of that same set from other planets. (Even those acidic lakes are things we can find right here.) And why do we still not have a weather or day/ night cycle? It’s one thing if you just work with smaller hubs, but bragging about your huge maps and then have them be utterly static seems a bit weird.

We also only get one alien city. One, and it’s tiny. At least it feels more like a city than Val Royeaux, but not by much. I do like Aya’s design though. We do see some smaller camps? settlements? of the Angara, but if they were such a presence in the cluster until 80 years back when the Kett arrived, where are the ruins to their civilization? The abandoned cities of the Angara?

The Jardaan certainly piqued my interest, but what do we really see of them? The vaults, that one giant starship, not-Meridian, and Meridian itself, which is one of the few places that was inviting to explore so of course we couldn’t. Did they just not leave any other marks on the planets except those things and the ‘points of interest’ (that are not interesting)?

All we really have to interrupt these huge boring maps, clearly designed to only rush through with your Nomad, is some random fights (the same two variations I think) and ‘points of interest’, except there’s never anything of interest except some remnant to kill and a container? After a while I just gave up checking them out tbh, so please point out any great ones you found.

There are of course a lot of sidequests thrown in, some of them I found pretty fun and a huge improvement on da:i, but they don’t invite you to explore. The planet itself isn’t worth exploring so when doing a sidequest you just rush to the point you have to get. In other games, games that do this concept well, you set your quest and then while going there get distracted by things you find out in the world. Here that happened maybe a few times, and usually it was because I came across a point for another quest and someone hailed me. It was never because I saw something that piqued my interest and I went over there and it had something fun to do.

A lack of new species, and disappointing returning aliens

They never showed a lot of the milky way species and the ones we did see lacked diversity. The just picked one head morph - or two in the case of Turians where the females have different facial structure - and slapped on some paint. I expect more not less from a newer game. The Asari were the most jarring - to the point I avoided Kerri because she has Lexi’s face and it’s just ridiculous. But the Salarians have just as little diversity. Google salarians in mass effect and you’ll see they did so much more with them in the original trilogy. And I have to say, there were too many Turians with white faces,  a few of them important characters as well, I still mix up Kandros and Avitus.

And what do we get in exchange for all the species we don’t see return and the diversity that’s gone? One new species. One. I love the Angara, but I can’t help but be disappointed that we travel to a new galaxy only to discover one new race. Unless we count throw away enemy the collectors .2 the Kett. But really, they only brought back 4 of the original trilogy’s races and still didn’t have enough resources to add some diversity to Andromeda? Really? We just get the Angara…

Finally…

I would just have scrapped the giant maps, and gone for smaller but denser packed ones, like Havarl and Habitat 7. Add much more plant life and animal life and real diversity in those two, to all the planets. And make them more alien.

Have no more than one desert planet, I vote Elaaden as it was the best desert, and stick more sunken ruins in it that have actual things to discover about the Jardaan. And make that the only planet so huge that you absolutely have to use the Nomad.

Make Kadara much smaller, with much more lakes so it looks more like a deadly lake planet.

If we have to have a snow planet, make it more original than a white reskin of a desert planet. Maybe we have to drive in giant ice caves, maybe we don’t even get to walk on the surface, maybe the Angara have buried themselves underground in ruins of a old Jardaan city.

And this is just sticking to the planets in game, but they should just have scrapped all of them except Havarl and gone much more alien than they have.

I still like the game, I just think there was a lot of potential there they never bothered to explore. All in all it just feels like they played it safe. Maybe that’s a reaction to the backlash after me3′s endings, but I think it’s where they failed the game the most, and for me it leaves the game in ‘if only’ limbo.

ow guys & girls (not all) realizing they’re falling in love with their best friend (s/o // y/n)

Hanzo

He starts sighing a lot around you now. He wants to tell you immediately, like as soon as he realizes how he feels, he has this urge to find you and tell you. But since everyone has their doubts and fears, he feared you wouldn’t want to break your good friendship with him, or since you knew that he slaughtered his brother that you were only talking to him out of pity. 

Unrequited: He’d understand, of course, he’d still be sad, somewhat distancing himself from you. 

Mutual: Oh boi, he would smile so much from that day forward, he’d have something to look forward to ; having alone time with you, talking, drinking tea, and sweet kisses.


Genji

Haha, you and him have some great memories. Memories as good friends. He realized that he had fallen for your charming personality and looks while he was alone meditating, this caused him to think about you on a daily basis, Zenyatta almost kicked Genji in the face because he wouldn’t shut up about you. Genji wonders if you’d ever want to break this wonderful relationship as best friends and become more. He knows you didn’t mind his cyborg body, seeing as you two are close friends, but would you want to date him?

Unrequited: This child is so understanding, he’d try to scrap this unrequited love to make you feel comfortable around him again, he wouldn’t try to distant himself, he’d try to patch up this awkward hole and continue being the good friend he was to you.

Mutual: “I love you.” You’d hear that sentence everyday for the rest of your life. Cuddling with this green cyborg ninja dude is a must. There would be some very touching moments when he starts to break down and cry, but hey it strengthens your bond with him!


Tracer

At first, she thought she was just TOO happy seeing you and laughing with you. Whenever she hung out with you she nervously laughed occasionally. She didn’t think you’d ever want to be tied down with someone like her. Lena’s also doubting her feelings, wanting it not to be awkward the next time you guys hangout.

Unrequited: She’d be down in the dumps for a couple days, she had her hopes up, a little too high. 

Mutual: “REALLY?” Lena would be so happy. She’d start to blink everywhere, after her little one man party, she looked you in the eye and gave you that determined look. She slung her arm over your shoulders and announced to everyone that you were taken by her.
(Tracer being that happy makes me happy)


D.va

Hana was never one to fall in love with someone, she was always busy with keeping her fans happy, gaming, and her acting career. Sure, she made quite a few friends, but they never sparked her as love interests. You met her through Overwatch, you somehow manage to keep up with her ever growing schedule and daily routines. Hana always though of you as her right-hand-man, Lately, you’ve been absent due to Winston putting you in more missions. Hana never realized how lonesome it was without you, more then that, how she wanted to be with you almost 24/7. She was too stubborn to say it, but she had fallen for your almost undying loyalty.

Unrequited: She’d probably play it off and said it was just a joke, but deep inside she’s so upset and mad at herself. She’d probably get her manager to get her more gigs and roles, trying to get away from you.

Mutual: Get ready to play co-op games with her in front of thousands of people. She immediately want you to play a lot of video games with her while she was streaming, almost like showing you off. Cuddling with Hana is almost necessary after every live-stream. 


Reaper

You were probably one of the very few Reaper every trusted, it was dangerous enough for him to fall in love with you. The thought of falling in love for Reaper is like giving the enemy a head-start to kill him. He viewed the world differently after joining Talon, and falling in love with you, an Overwatch agent, is probably one of the most daring thing he’s ever done. Reaper would try to get away from you, telling you he had more important things to do than to sit around and talk all day. He would try to get that feeling of being closer to you out of his system. 

 Unrequited: You’ll never see him again. He’d purposely make himself busy to never run into you. 

 Mutual: Much won’t change he won’t give you kisses and hugs like a normal lover, unless your alone with him and he feels like it. ;w; But hey, you can call him your love now and he can get it on with ya.


 Mercy

 As one of the main support heroes Overwatch has, she wouldn’t want to burden you with her own feelings. You being you got yourself in the infirmary quite a while. Angela would talk to you while she patched you up. She was always fond of you because of your manners and behavior in-battle. Every time she’d heal you, you’d always say thank you. Conflicted by her personal feelings, she wanted to get them to you as quickly as possible, it’s not healthy to bottle up your feelings. 

 Unrequited: She’s understanding, it breaks her a little bit inside because she thinks that she has broken the friendship. Angela will always heal you in need, but it’s not as comfortable for you both of you anymore. 

 Mutual: Angela will always cater to your every need in the battle-field. Need healing? You got it. Want to ult? Powered up. You died in a Zarya ult mixed with a Genji ult? Don’t mind her as she revives the whole team. (The struggle of playing Mercy) None the less, you now has an angel as a lover. Almost literally. Get ready to help this angel as she doesn’t know how to stop herself from tweaking her suit in the middle of the night.

Secrecy Of Pluto (PART 2) (Houses 7-12)

Those who have Pluto in the 7th are typically private about their partnerships with others, and sometimes even with marriage. It is likely that these individuals will gravitate towards hosting a secret wedding, if they choose to marry. Their relationships with people are seldom brought up.

Those who have Pluto in the 8th are mostly private about taboo topics, their sex life and/or their sexuality, and their thoughts regarding death. They may have thoughts about death that are shocking to some. The deepest ideas in their brain are hardly put out for others to hear, because they know that others may be sensitive to indecent subject matter.

Those who have Pluto in the 9th are private about their religious beliefs, their philosophies, where they travel, and their higher education. Not many people will know what religion they devote themselves to (if any), and their philosophical stances are a mystery. They probably travel alone, too.

Those who have Pluto in the 10th are private about their goals, their career choice(s), and the way they are perceived in the eye of the public. They may not share their ideals/visions with anyone, in relation to their career. In a public domain, they remain rather secluded and distant, so that no one will gather many details about them.

Those who have Pluto in the 11th are private about their friendships, social groups, and contributions to their community/society in general. They are the type of people to hang out with their friends, but if someone asks them what they were doing/where they were hanging out, they won’t say. Even though they may be ‘good’ citizens who participate in society, very few people will know.

Those who have Pluto in the 12th are private about spirituality, dreams, and hidden enemies. People with this placement may have a dark subconscious and they prefer to keep that to themselves; they find it too disturbing to share with others. Spiritual faith is something they do not often talk about either; it may be special to them and they like the intimacy of keeping it a secret.

First Year of University: Medicine and what I Learned

First year has come to an end. It seems like yesterday I was sitting at my first lecture and, at the same time, it feels like a life time has passed. It was intense, hard, interesting, great and a whole bunch of mixed emotions as everything good in life is, right? It was a lot different then what I had expected, and I do not mean that as a bad thing. So here are a few things I learned this year.

1-When people say med school is hard, IT IS HARD!! We come from a place where we studied and worked a lot to make this dream come true, but the truth is, once we get there, it will be expected even more of us. It will be scary at first, actually it will continue to be, but that’s what makes you great, it makes you go beyond yourself, you discover that you were stronger and capable of pulling of stuff you’d never imagine. But you can do it, people before you did it and will continue to do it. You just have to give it your best, it takes everything you got.

2-You will fail. For the most of us, we will fail a couple of exams and even some subjects. The material is difficult, there’s no time to study, you might not have paid attention in lectures or not studied enough or studied the wrong way. The bottom line is, failing is not the end of the world. It is hard to find a doctor who has never failed at something throughout its life. And it’s important even to fail at somethings. It makes you humbler, it makes you work harder, it shows you what works and what does not, it will make you see how bad you want to be a doctor. I speak from experience and from what many doctors told us, one of the best doctors I know included. What is important is that, when you fail, you don’t go down. YOU FIGHT HARDER.

3-WE NEED EACH OTHER! I know that in many universities and medical schools competition is a constant in each med student’s life. I am really blessed that that is not the spirit in my university. We are a small university, there are few of us, but we are a united family that helps each other in times of difficulty that celebrates like crazy when things go right and that picks you up when things go wrong. The older ones guide the new ones and everyone helps each other out. And I can assure you it makes all the difference. Medicine is known at our university as the pack, we don’t fight each other to go the distance, we go together and we go further. That is our motto. You’ll meet very few people outside the medical profession that understand what you do, how hard it is and why you do it. Your colleagues do understand that, and that understanding should make them your family, your friends, not your enemy.

4- Don’t let examinations ruin the beauty of what you are learning. You are learning about one of the most complex and interesting subjects there is. What you learn will make the difference in people’s lives. Please, do not make it about a grade, because it is not.

5- Don’t miss out on life. Medicine will be a great part of your life. It is not a career choice, its life choice. But don’t miss out on a coffee with a friend, or a party here and there, get to know the people you work with, go out for a walk, go on fun adventures, and get to know the place you are studying in or show it to the ones who don’t know it.

6-Don’t waste time. Procrastination does not go well with medicine. Time is something that we don’t have too much to spare. Make the best you can with the time you have. Procrastination does nothing for you and the sooner you realise this the better. Ask yourself, “Do I really want to be doing this?” Do I really want to be watching this video? It’s not even funny, do I really need to take an hour to shower, when on any other time it would only take 20 minutes? Do I really need to be staring at that wall? Get that out of your way, you’re smarter than that and it will make you feel much better. Because, most of the time, you don’t ever want to be doing whatever you are doing as procrastination.

7-”when you’re tired, learn to rest, not to give up”. You’ve read it, you’ve memorized this. It is important

8-Treasure every moment. It will go by pretty fast. Treasure the things you learn, the friendships you make, the family you create, the teachers that truly inspired you, the walks around the campus, the adventures, the late nights with friends, studying or going out for fun, the crazy examinations with scary professors, those moments when you finally understand a difficult subject…. It’s your life, don’t pretend it isn’t. Make it extraordinary. 

And now, Vacations!!! This blog revealed to be so much more interesting than I thought it would be, I met people from so many different parts of the world and talked about the most Random things. Thanks you for that. I hope you have a university experience as great as I had and am having. Never give up on your dreams. Keep fighting until the last second. Make every second count. See you next semester ;) 

Remember that Thor/Tony fic I talked about trying out ages ago, and I chickened out and went with Thor/Tony/Jane instead? Well…

“Yeah, but…” Tony squints at him. “This isn’t like a protection thing, is it? Because I might be a fuck up, but I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” Thor says fondly. It’s one of his favorite things about Tony. Few Midgardians try so hard. He finds it very admirable. “I will not lie to you and say that I do not wish to protect you, but the feeling started off no different from my desire to protect the Lady Natasha or Clinton.”

“And now?”

“I would protect you as I would anyone that I was courting. Not because of who you are or what your biology is, but because you are important to me and I wish to see you healthy and happy,” Thor tells him. “I would strike down your enemies by your side, if that is what you wish to hear. I have no desire to change anything about you, aside from perhaps wishing that you would be willing to try -”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m not trying those weird green balls no matter how fabulous you say they are,” Tony says, but he’s trying not to smile. Thor grins at him, hoping to earn a true smile, but instead the opposite happens. Tony frowns instead, looking away.

“This is a bad idea,” he whispers. “You’re gonna break my heart.”

Thor frowns at that, uncertain as to how to respond. He has no intention of breaking Tony’s heart. If anything, he wishes to live out their days on Midgard and then, when Tony is agreeable, take him to Asgard where they will be crowned King and Queen, and they will have children while ruling happily together. But he knows Tony well enough to know that saying such things at this point in time would not be comforting.

“Will you give me a chance?” he asks, holding a hand out between them.

Tony hesitates, then says in a tiny voice, “I haven’t been fucked by a beta for a long time. I mean, you’re not a beta but… it’s hard for omegas to be satisified without a knot, and you don’t -” He looks at Thor, looking genuinely worried on Thor’s behalf, and it takes a remarkable amount of restraint for Thor to not scoop him up in a hug then and there.

“We can work together to find methods that are agreeable to both of us,” he says. “Lady Natasha once told me about the sexual novelties that Midgardians have devoted themselves to creating. If not me, then one of those might be able to satisfy you.”

Tony lets out a laugh. “There’s a god propositioning me and talking about sex toys,” he says, a note of hysteria in his voice. “What is my life?”

Cross your fingers I actually finish this one.

A Medic And Her Captain

For @anonymouslydevious65 who wanted kakasaku SWAT team AU with hate to love. I don’t know much about SWAT so I played it off like it was a shinobi team. I hope you like it!

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               “This is all your fault!” Haruno glared at the man across from her, whispering angrily in the dark.

               “My fault? This is your fault!” Kakashi spat back at her.

               She rolled her eyes at him and muttered curses under her breath. “Whatever. Who knows how long we’re going to have to stay down here?”

               At her question, he glanced up at the bared hatch they had slipped through. The moonlight barely slipped through giving them just enough light to see each other’s faces. He figured they were in a basement of sorts. There were boxes all around them and the dust that covered even the floor told him that no one had been down there in probably years. He knew they would be safe here, well hidden from the enemy.

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Sneaking About- Jim Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by sharpielester

@dontstoptime Requested :  Hi, can you do a Jim Moriarty x reader (If you’re not busy with other things) where the reader is Sherlock’s younger sister and she has to sneak around to meet up with Jim?

I tried my best with it, but i don’t think i quite captured Jim’s personality here. I hope you guys enjoyed either way! 

Wolf chapter 5 is coming out soon guys! 

Stay sweet

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Y/n pulls on her shoes, as her phone buzzed. The dim light was the only thing illuminating the dark, she smiles, already knowing who it was. She picks up her phone and opens the text.

Are you ready Darling?
JM

She waits a bit, going back to pulling on her shoes before she sends a reply.

Yes love, give me a minute.
Y/I

Shaking her head she gets off her bed, walking to her bedroom door, she sticks her head out. Sherlock had come by earlier to talk and they had lunch, surprisingly, considering her brother’s a maniac and refuses to eat. But he should be asleep, the pill she had secretly put into his tea should keep him unconscious for a good few hours. Giving her enough time for a late night date with her boyfriend Jim. Yes, she knew that this was possibly the worst thing she could ever do, because one, he’s a psychopath and two, he’s her brother’s enemy. She didn’t know how it happened, it just did, falling for the wrong sorts of men. Falling hard for Jim Moriarty.
They’ve been dating for a year now, and she’s done nothing but sneak around. With him being on business trips to wherever and her relation to the Holmes boys, she doesn’t get to see him very often, and when she does, it’s a blessing.
Y/n grabs her coat off her bed, she straightens her dress before taking quiet steps out of her room. This is bloody ridiculous, I have to sneak around in my own bloody flat, she thinks, closing her bedroom door behind her. It’s late, about after ten, he’s only been asleep for an hour, so she’s got time. She slips out her flat, walking quietly down the stairs and out into the night.  
She didn’t have to walk very far, considering he was right outside waiting for her. She immediately hugs the Irish man when she reaches him, “Miss me?”
“Yup.” The girl answers, popping the ‘p’ before Jim’s lips reach hers in a passionate kiss, he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. “We’re going to be late,” Y/n mutters against his lips and he smiles, “Of course Darling,” he moves away from her to open the door of the sleek black car behind him, allowing her to slide in first.
It was no surprise when the car pulled up to one of the most expensive restaurants in London.
Once inside, the two chatted over dinner.
“I’m really glad you’re back, I’ve been dying in that flat for a month,” Y/n says, taking a bite of her potatoes and Jim chuckles, smiling at his girl. “I would’ve came back earlier if I’d known,” She remembers when they first met, he bumped into her, she was on her way to see the eldest Holmes sibling, and there he was. With dark mischievous eyes and a cute smile.  
She knew she’d be dead if her brothers ever found out, dating Jim Moriarty was like play the most devious game of Do you want to live? Suppose not. But she loves him too much to let this go, or to let Sherlock or Mycroft get in the way of what her heart wants.
When the two were done eating, the went back to his place, considering that Sherlock is at hers. She had been over at Jim’s quite a few times, so no surprise that some of her sleep wear is over there.
She was laying awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling while Jim played with her hair. “What’s the matter?” It was late, and neither of them could sleep, so they talked. One of the reasons she loved Jim so much, there’s a side to him that no one knew about, when he doesn’t have to care about the blood that stain his hands, the part of Jim that loves her dearly. He’s sweet and caring, though his dark sense of humor never failed to creep her out, she was able to look past the psychopath thing because no matter which way she looked at it, she loves him.
“I was thinking,” Y/n answers, and Jim snorts a laugh, causing Y/n to whack him with the back of her hand. “I’m serious Jim.”
Jim pulls a face, putting up both hands in mock surrender, “Alrighty then,” he says, moving his thumb and forefinger in a zipping motion across his mouth. Y/n chuckles a bit, “I can’t help but think, that one day you’ll walk out and you won’t come back.” she says sadly and Jim sits up, leaning against the headboard of the bed. Y/n sighs and sits up as well, staring off into the darkness of the large room, “What you do is dangerous, and I know that one day I’d lose you.”
Jim dramatically unzips his lips, “My Queen,” he says, sounding appalled by her words, “Never.” he says, taking her smaller hands in his own, turning so he could face her properly. “I’m never leaving you.”

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The Last Time (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by artandartpt

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“Imagine being the Jokers wife who was killed by one of his enemies. Though he has Harley now, he still mourns you on the anniversary of your death.”

Requested by @deadpools-babe :The reader was Joker’s dead wife and even if he have Harley with him now he would always think of her. Whenever her death anniversary come her would mourn for her. And Harley would be very flabbergasted to watch him. I don’t know just sad and fluffy for our dead reader and Mista J. Fluffs plzzz.

A/N: So this took me so long to do XD I rewrote it a few times, each time because I felt that the Joker was too far out of character. Of course, there’s still bits that are out of character but hopefully that’s okay. Ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned.

Pairings: Joker x Reader, Joker x Harely

Warnings: Out of Character moments, Swearing, violence, death

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For Good Old Times' Sake

A Batman fanfiction. I haven’t written one in an eon, so here.

I learnt that BatJokes is a canon ship through The Lego Batman Movie, and it made me fangirl really hard.

Btw, they’re not Lego people in this. Also, in this AU, Joker’s makeup can be removed.

Fluffy aF

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Joker sat in Arkham, feeling kind of down; his Batman, as he calls him, hadn’t come around to check in with him lately. He sighed and leant against the wall, a frown on his face.

“Oh Batman, my Batman, why don’t you come around? I thought that you hated me enough to keep me down… Oh Batman, my Batman, it’s never enough. Why don’t you come to check on my stuff?” the clownish man sing quietly to himself. “My Batman, my Batman, why don’t you come to check on me? My Batman, MY Batman, you’re the best to be seen…” He drifted off and sighed again, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hello Joker,” the vigilante hummed as he walked up to the thick glass that the Joker was held behind. “What are you singing about me?”

“I was just wondering by singing where you’ve been and why you haven’t come to see me in a while. Nothing too vulgar,” J said with a laugh. “Anyways, when are you gonna let me out of here again? Aren’t we supposed to be playing cat and mouse?”

“I suppose we would be, but now that I’ve finally got you behind glass, I don’t need to ‘play’ with you anymore.” Batman turned around briefly to think before turning back around. “Say, what if I DID let you out? What would you do?”

“I-I don’t know,” the villain stuttered, messing with his hair to make it look good to him. “I guess I’d just make my way into the city to have you find me. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

A pause.

“How about we make a deal?” Bruce in disguise pondered aloud.

“I’m listening~” the Joker purred curiously.

“You don’t use weapons or try to destroy the city, and you won’t hurt anyone, and I won’t use weapons to find and stop you? That sounds safer and less destructive, if you ask me.”

“Oh, sure! Just punch in that code and give me an hour’s start, and then we can play our fun game of hide and seek, eh?” Joker’s eyes lit up, and he got an even wider smile on his face. “It’ll be so much fun!”

“Of course.” So, the Bat opened up the glass door and let the Joker go free. “Good luck. Your time starts now.”

“Got it!” And the humorous, murderous, comedic villain skipped down the stairs and made his way into the city, hiding in the darkest of places after changing into a black suit to blend in.

“One hour, he said. That’s a good amount of time to give him to hide.”

An hour passed, so Batman started making his way after his target. He searched far and wide, and finally found him hiding against a wall, wearing the suit that was previously described.

“Ah, I see you’ve discovered me. Now it’s time to catch me!” Before J could run, Batman had him by the collar of his outfit. “O-oh, I-I guess that was easier that I thought it would be…”

“You got yourself cornered. That’s your own fault,” B purred, bringing the villain closer to him. The nose of his cowl gently nudged Joker’s own nose, soon aiding the vigilante in pressing their mouths together.

“B-Batsy, wh-what are you d-doing?” Joker mumbled underneath Batman’s lips.

“Shh, shh, trust me.” The taller man separated their lips and pressed their open mouths together, slipping his tongue in his villain’s mouth. “You’re my villain. I hate you so much.”

“Aw, I hate you too~” J cooed, moving his arms around the back of Bruce’s neck. He threaded his fingers through his kisser’s hair and pulled lightly. “I hate you so much~”

“I hate you the most,” Batman said sweetly, moving his kiss to Joker’s neck. “Come with me.” He led the boy™ to his mansion.

“Hello, Bat-Batmaaaaaaaaaaa……” Alfred’s mouth fell open when he saw the Joker in the Batcave. “What in heavens’ name is he doing here?”

“Oh, we just need to clean him up a bit. I’m thinking a bit of bleach for his hair and removal of all the makeup, minus red lipstick, because that’s hot,” Batman purred, laughing quietly at Joker’s small noises of protest.

“U-um, sir, I don’t think that this is a good idea. I mean, he is a maniac, for crying out loud!” the butler protested.

“Just trust me. Get a couple gallons of bleach and some makeup removal stuff and we can reform this dapper young man.”

“Alright, sir.” Alfred left the room and returned with the desired materials.

“Joker, please sit down in this chair,” Alfred said, motioning to a nice chair.

“Alright then.” So, J sat. He hissed when the bleach was painted into his hair, as his roots had to be saturated in order to be completely blonde. Next, his makeup was washed off, revealing a very pale man. “Man, I really need to get out more,” he pondered aloud as he looked at his face in the mirror.

“Yes, you do. You need to not wear so much makeup all the time, despite your villainy attire,” the butler replied, brushing Joker’s hair. He noted how few knots there were. “Do you brush it every day?”

“Well, I always keep a brush in my pocket…” A small smile covered the vanilla villain’s face. “I like to look good when I’m playing- I mean, fighting with Batman.”

“That is a very good idea, since Batman is very picky when it comes to looks.”

It was weird, Joker thought; Alfred, the loyal father father figure (and also butler) to Batman/Bruce was praising one of his son’s greatest enemies. He let it happen, though, because it felt good to hear praises from someone who isn’t one of his goons.

The two shared kind banter as Alfred spruced up the man, putting lipstick and blush onto him and making sure his hair looked good. “You look amazing. It’s like you’re a whole new person!”

“Thank you, Alfred! I’m sure my Batman will love it.”

“Your Batman?”

“He’s mine. We hate each other so much, and it makes me tingle good on the inside~”

“How come ‘hate’ is your word for love?”

“He doesn’t really say that word, so hate is what we use. It makes me feel so good that he’s using that word, since it’s our codeword for love~ Ahh~” Joker sighed with happiness, clasping his hands together. “Say, how come you don’t… Hm… Hold on. One sec. Let me look for words… Who is Batman, and why don’t you refer to him as his regular name?”

“I refer to him as Batman while he is in costume because I don’t want to say his real name aloud. His identity, I do not want to reveal.”

“Alright. Well, can I make a guess as to who he is? Please?”

“I do not see why not.”

“You have to tell the truth whether or not it’s him, okay?”

“Alright…”

“Is he Bruce Wayne in disguise?”

Alfred stuttered and nodded his head, covering his mouth.

“I knew it! That’s why the manor is on top! Speaking of the manor, may I see what it looks like on the inside? I made a promise that I wouldn’t destroy anything.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course.” The butler was still in shock as he led the Joker upstairs and into the manor.

“…And finally, this is the dining room table, complete with gold-coloured cups and gold-coloured fringes on the tablecloth edges. It was one of my favourite places in the manor to decorate.”

“I do agree that it is very nice! Thank you for giving me a tour!” Joker was very excited as he spoke to Alfred. “Do you know where Brucey went?”

“Probably to his room. He might be waiting for you there. It’s the first room to the left when you go down that hall.”

“Thank you, Alphy~!” Joker cheered as he practically ran to the Bat’s personal bedroom.

“Oh Batman, my Batman? Are you in here?” J wondered, looking around the manor owner’s room. “I want to speak to you, dear! See, I made it rhyme, just for you~” A smile crossed his face when he spotted the caped crusader looking in the mirror.

“Lay on my bed,” was the simple, gentle command. “Please.”

“Okay~!” Gently, but excitedly, the villain laid onto his loved one’s bed. “Whats your plan, Brucey?”

“Oh shoot… You found me out.” Bruce laughed as he removed his cowl. He turned around and smiled. “How’d you know?”

“I mean, if Wayne Manor™ is above The Batcave™, obviously you’d have to be the owner of both. I won’t get into the details as to how you gained the house’s will, but yeah…” Joker smiled and patted the place next to him. “Please, join me, baby.”

Bruce laughed again as he removed his costume, getting dressed in a suit before his lover’s eyes. “Bam. Cloooothes~” He slid next to J and pressed a kiss to his freshly makeup-removed forehead. “You taste a whole lot better now.” He smiled and ran his hands through the other man’s hair, feeling how silly smooth it was.

“Mmm… Bruce, you are handsome as hell~” Joker nuzzled beneath Bruce’s head, purring quietly as he got comfortable.

There was a pause.

“Joker, what’s your real name?”

“Um….” J didn’t answer for another thirty seconds. “I… It was… Jack.” A frown crossed his face. “Jack…” Tears welled in his eyes as he gripped on Bruce’s suit.

“H-hey, it’s okay! Shh, shh, J, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

What Jack didn’t know was that his lover had kept on his cape, which Bruce now wrapped around the two of them in an act of love. He wants to protect and care for him. He loves him.

“Bruce, I… I love you.” Hate was a hurtful word, which the vanilla villain realised right then.

“I…” Bruce mouthed 'love you too’, and Jack hummed happily, kissing his lover gently.

“You’re awesome… You’re buff… You’re gentle, but strong… You’re… You’re comfortable…” J closed his eyes and curled up in Bruce’s cape with his lover beside him.

“You’re so cute. And nimble. And perfect. And I really l-love you for your personality and- and you’re more exciting than I am…” B nuzzled J gently and petted his head to help the two of them to sleep.

I guess that makes for an okay ending? I’ll write another one another time. For now, here you go!

And Straight On ‘Til Morning

Debts matter to Barry, always have, in a way that Dad and the Wests don’t understand, but Mom had. He still remembers Mom crouching in front of his bed, using his fingers and toes to count off the ways debts could be incurred, all told the lilting sing-song parents use with little kids. “This little piggy said thank you, and this little piggy asked for aid, this little piggy a bargain, a bargain a bargain made…”

So even after Barry starts living with the Wests, he never says thank you, never asks for help, never seeks out his cousins to make bargains, and never tells anybody his full name. It gets him labeled as rude, but he’s bright enough and kind enough in other ways to have him cut a little slack.

He can feel the debts he’s accumulated in a way humans can’t, feel the little tugs of obligation on his soul, and, if he concentrates, can work out who each belongs to. He can also feel the pull of those who know his true name - more than he’d like, always more, but no one really uses it, all preferring “Barry” to “Bartholomew,” with the notable exception of one person.

Leonard Snart.

He’s in the woods with a man who’s setting himself up as his nemesis, when the man uses his full name. “So, the million dollar question,” and here’s where the story could be very different, here’s where in most universes Leonard Snart missed out by just a few syllables, and died at the Oculus, but here’s where, in this world, he instead said, “What to do with me now, Bartholomew Henry Allen?”

Someone who had his full name, an enemy, someone who not just knew his name but had won it - there was only one real option. Well, technically two. Kill him, or deepen the connection. Barry’s never been one for killing, even of his enemies, and so he opts for the second. “Let’s make a bargain,” he says.

And that’s it, for a while.

Then the man betrays him at Ferris Air, and that should be enough to erase any hold the man has over him, except that then he saves his life, in almost the same instant, lies about owing money convincing no one, let alone Barry.

So there’s an enemy who’s an ally who’s someone Barry is beginning to have a bit of a crush on who knows Barry’s true name, which is less concerning that the fact that the Reverse Flash and Zoom have also had it, and is even less concerning one he goes off to travel through time. Barry stops thinking about him as an active threat, and only ever considers him when he’s going over the debts he owes, or idling day dreaming about the near-fae cleverness in Len’s clear eyes.

But then the Legends come back, to help against the dominators, and Len doesn’t come back with them, and they tell him that it’s because Len died a hero. “No,” he corrects Ray, feeling the life debt he owes Len, still owes, which means that Len’s still alive to collect it, and then, realizing he can’t prove that without outing himself, says “a Legend.”

Len’s still alive, still out there, somewhere, and Barry owes him a life debt; if Barry brings him back, they’ll be square, nothing connecting them anymore. And for all that he feels a small pang of regret at that last, Len deserves to be safe and home. His team deserves him back, Mick, Lisa, they all deserve him back.

And so Barry sets out to rescue Leonard Snart.

Or at least, that was his intention. But just as his team forgets that he’s far from the only one messing with time, he himself forgets that same. And so as he runs himself through the time stream and scours the remains of the Oculus top to bottom, Len has already been brought back - not by a hero, but by Barry’s first enemy. Another person who holds Barry’s true name, and who would doubtless abuse it if he had any idea what it meant.

The Legends come back, and tell stories of Eobard, and a spear, and a Len left by the docks with no memories, a Len who doesn’t know Barry’s name - and it’s true, there’s no thread of obligation between them, not anymore, it’s been erased, because this Len never learned Barry’s name and never saved Barry’s life. But just as this Len has the potential to join the Legion of Doom, and subjugate the world, this Len has the potential to join the Legends, and save it. All he needs is a push in the right direction.

So, knowing that he is trying to doom the man he loves, knowing that he is also trying to save him, Barry travels back to the docks, meets Len, and tells him everything - about team Flash, about the Legends, about everything that Len could have already done. And he tells him one more thing, too.

“My name is Bartholomew Henry Allen,” he tells him, and feels the effect, feels the connection spring to life at a name given with no obligation behind it, “and I give you my name freely, because you have the potential to be a good man, and I trust you to use my name for nothing but good. Call my name, and I will come to your aid.”

Len stares at him, a little shellshocked from the informational overload, and clearly unsure whether or not to believe him. Nevertheless, he still manages to smirk. “I’d be happy to come for you anytime, Scarlet.”

Barry laughs, caught of guard, and, overcome with emotion, envelopes Len in a hug. “It’s nice to have you back,” he says, before speeding away. He’s not too concerned to be going. He can still feel the soulmate connection in the back of his mind, the link from a name freely given, a debt incurred at no cost, and smiles. Len will, sooner or later, face the Oculus again. But this time, Barry will be there to save him.

Narcissists: Something every empath should understand.

I have read a lot about narcissism after realizing that I had a pattern of attracting and dating narcissists. At some point I stumbled upon the idea that empaths and narcissists are very often attracted to each other. I even saw a documentary where one was talking about his tactic for seeing if a woman is highly empathetic and then those are the ones he particularly likes to go after. I’d like to be able to say that at this point in my life I’m impervious to a narcissist, but some of them wear a pretty convincing human costume after decades of paying close attention to how people react to them so they can sew up the seams tighter in all the right places.

Sometimes  you’ll invest before realizing what you’re *really* dealing with (because we will default to innocently assuming others have good intentions like we do). I ended up dealing with a particularly sadistic narcissist about a year ago and it really heightened my awareness, so here I am inspired to continue to write about this and share resources to hopefully help other empaths avoid this situation as well.

A narcissist can be intruguing to an empath because as we are used to getting and maintaining an emotional read on a person, its more difficult to do this with a narcissist because they don’t have the same emotionality as us; theres always a question of, what are they obscuring under the layers of image. That, along with a desire to heal others (“maybe this person hides themselves away because they don’t like who they are; maybe I can help them love themselves for who they are”) makes a narcissist appetizing to an empath. We are natural healers, we will take on wounded people in attempt to fix them. There is no fixing a narcissist however, the disorder has its own sense of self-preservation, and no matter what, a narcissist will only see you as another source of supply: your affection and attention builds up their ego, but they don’t feel the same emotions in reciprocation, they are incapable.

Some of the signs that this is what you’re getting into:
- You feel mixed feelings; both attraction and repulsion.
- You give, they take – and it might not start out that way immediately, as they know how to go through the motions to snare you in the beginning, with favors and such, but eventually they’re going to get lazy and stop investing as much energy into going through the motions (when they aren’t getting a big return on it anymore (some attention, and a smile from a pretty girl might be enough reward for them in the beginning but they require a bigger and bigger rush out of you; consuming you, maybe as small as treating you like a pump and dump; a notch on their belt, maybe as big as twisting you up emotionally and making your life a living hell).
- Inconsiderateness in various forms: they lack empathy so they aren’t going to consider “how would this make the other person feel.”
- Above all, they will display a lack of empathy. The glibness will become obvious over time, the emotions won’t match the facial expressions, something will feel “off.”
- They do not treat others ethically. I cannot stress this enough. However the very clever ones will hide this, you will end up seeing it at some point. (I had one tell me all his exs cheated, when he was actually the cheater - they cannot help themselves here, no empathy for others = they will do exactly what they feel like to get more supply.)
- They lie, they lie BIG, they lie to you, everyone, and most importantly they lie to themselves. A narcissist doesn’t like who they are, they do not accept who they are, not only will they lie in little ways about the self to attract and impress others, but under that layer is an entire fantasy version of themselves. This also makes it impossible to get straight answers about who they are because they are self-deceiving, evading the version of the self that isn’t the super-hero.
- They desperately need to feel accepted by people around them, or to feel superior to people around them. If a narcissist can “afford” it, getting into a position of power where he can treat others badly and still get rewarded, he will. Sometimes they will just be neglectful and callous about it if they aren’t the sadistic type of narcissist.
- They have a hyper-vigilance toward things that aren’t socially acceptable. (One of them who I dated snapped at me once: “I’m not going anywhere with you in that hat” – if you are with a narcissist around other people, they will expect you to be an accessory or a wingman, something useful to attract others to them, they are merely seen as an extension.)
- Inconsistencies in personality: their personality is something they deliberately constructed in order to try to appeal to either the most amount of people possible, or a certain type of person, and you can see them chameleon to tailor it to whomever they’re around.
- Sliming: the narcissists ego is a minefield and you may find yourself inadvertently tripping over a bomb. If you should do this, you will see the narcissist get triggered and react defensively, perhaps even insulting you in a deep and personal way where you can tell they have been sitting on something for a long time that they realized would get to you.Now, as empaths we are sensitive, and the sliming from the angry narcissist can really hurt. They are good at spotting people’s vulnerabilities too because they are always on high alert for things of this nature; its an advantage in the way they see life as a “game” to win.
- Superficiality: now, its a myth that narcissists are usually very conventionally attractive; I have known my fair share of narcissists who are not conventionally attractive but they are going to hold a double-standard and think less of people who are in their league. A narcissist who is a 3 is still going to strive for someone who looks like a photoshopped celebrity because acquiring something that holds value within consensual reality feeds the ego.
- Don’t really want you to know them: if you start to dig in and try to understand them, they will evade the ever living shit out of you. They want people to admire their smoke and mirrors, they believe no ego food can come from truly being known (because the real self that they have hidden away is believed by them to be unaccetable.) Sometimes they can become very defensive if they feel you trying to know them, the reactions will be bigger than they should be.

These are just a few things to look out for, and each narcissist is still an individual so attributes will vary. As for how to handle one once you *see* them for what they are: if its a romantic relationship, needless to say, end it. If its a friendship, distance yourself but remain affable, don’t get too close, do NOT let them use you for ego food. Also, don’t let them know you know what they are or you can potentially make a very nasty enemy for life. (After I broke up with one of them he not only haunted my online activity, but posted a lot of extremely perverted images in attempt to trigger me, and I have post traumatic stress disorder (this was a particularly sadistic narcissist.))

If you should fall prey to a narcissist and allow them to use you for narcissistic supply, you will end up in a lot of pain, pain that the narcissist probably won’t even understand, having a limited emotional spectrum. At times a narcissist can even feel flattered that they are *capable* of making someone feel intensely, even if its intensely negative. Again, this is a creature who wants nothing other than to feed its thirsty ass ego, and some of them are more sadistic than others. (One of my narcissist exs told me to keep a livejournal that he can see, detailing how he made me feel, and needless to say he was aware of the fact that he often made me feel broken.)

They might toy with you and toss you aside, or they might keep you around and string you along (if you are going to attract more supply for them particularly – like say you are a good wingman or conventionally attractive arm candy), or they might decide you are a formidable enough OPPONENT (even if they claim they love you, you’re still not quite on their team, its a team of one, always.) The particularly sadistic ones who don’t get enough supply from other sources may prefer what I call the relationship supply. They can get into a relationship and slowly hollow you out for their own satisfaction. “If I can break a strong person I am powerful.” There will be lesser supply while you are in a relationship with a narcissist too however, the collecting of notches continues even if its a supposedly committed relationship; it might be on your end, not theirs. They might go after easy prey if they need a quick fix, or just depending on opportunity at the time.

Trust your instincts, always. When you feel darkness in someone, avoid. I felt “the darkness” in my narcissist exs and learned the hard way, once over a course of years, a few times just months, but it left me with more triggers (on top of my ptsd). I am better at trusting my impressions of people now as I have gotten older, and I have sensed that darkness in even some of the least assuming people… I still like to get to know them a little bit sometimes just to kind of check my instincts, and the instincts are right.

Healthy empaths are important to the world, many people need us, and we can’t afford to heal others when we are “sick.” I hope this helps someone out there.

Shy Bellamy

I wish people would recognize and speculate over this scene more, because it’s just so cute and highlights Bellamy’s character development between the two so well.

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While watching this gif, just remember that these two were enemies a week or two ago in that scene. Clarke and Bellamy despised each other because they had opposite objectives. But over the course of a few days, Bellamy slowly opened up and Clarke was easily able to understand him more. She was one of the only people who got to see the soft side of him. The true side.

When he asks how’s she’s doing in this scene, it reveals very subtly how much he has grown to care about her. How much he is willing to let this relationship develop with her. Bellamy has only opened up to her because he has seen how much she can trust him. He wants to offer the same to her. He wants her to trust him. In order to do so, he has to open up and care, instead of giving her the cold shoulder like he does with others.

What’s sad about this moment is how shy he is when he asks how’s she’s doing. He’s not used to this whole hearted relationship but doesn’t want to screw it up. Bell’s not sure if asking how’s she’s doing is not how he should be acting. He thinks he has to be the tough one in the leadership duo. But he can’t stop himself from asking how she is, because he cares that much. I just love how he hesitated when he asked.

This moment is not mentioned a lot I find, and I think more people should start remembering the low key Bellarke moments from earlier seasons, especially season 1.

anonymous asked:

18. Scott/Reyes?

things you said when you were scared

It wasn’t as though Reyes had never experienced fear before. Even when he had been fortunate enough to have a roof over his head, there had still been plenty out there with an unsavory interest in a child too skinny and smart mouthed for their own good.

Learning to hide that had been one of the first things a person learned. When everyone could be turn into enemy there was very little reason to let your true emotions shine through.

So, truly, he could do without the tightening in his throat when Scott disappeared down into the vault, cutting out communications without warning.

“Damnit!” He shook off the hand that Keema placed on his shoulder, if only to wham the butt of his gun down onto the head of a kett that another person quickly fired a few rounds into.

“Focus!” It was rare for Keema’s voice to be so sharp, let alone for her to look nervous in any way. “I’m not going to be the one explaining to your Pathfinder why it’s your corpse greeting him.”

“Not likely,” Reyes bit out. “I’m sticking around to give him a knock upside the head. After I kiss him, if I’m feeling kind.”

At least that won a smile back to Keema’s face. “That’s the spirit!” 

My Mission (Part 8/11)

Summary: Being Tony’s niece and being the main tech builder of the Avengers is great - you love your team, and would do anything for them. And when Steve returns, bringing his ex-HYDRA assassin friend along with him, you just might end up doing anything for Bucky, too.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~3100 (yay for a longer part!)

Warnings: Language, definitely more angst/conflict, definitely sad!Bucky.

A/N: Shit’s about to go down. Also, big thanks to my lovely friend @xenaathena for helping me with the content of this part and helping me with the “monster” line. Check out her writing here.

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I went to Pikeville and it was an important day for the Alt-Right

I’ll be making a video on my experiences. It was a very important coming together of National Socialist Movement, Traditionalist Worker’s party, goys from both TRS and IE, and even some very young representatives from new chapters of the KKK (think esoteric good ol boys, the new alt-right is an interesting place). It was fascinating to see so many people from so many groups, who really do disagree on so many subjects, standing shoulder to shoulder against our common enemy. 

The comradery, excellent speeches, insightful conversations, and drinking and laughing by fireside, was one of the most invigorating experiences I’ve had in ages. I met very interesting people that I would have never even dreamed of associating with a few months ago.


I had the pleasure of meeting Heimbach, Cantwell, Enoch, Psycho Sacco, and many other important figures in the movement. It was an honor. The fascio you see me holding was later presented to Matthew Heimbach late in the evening after all of the music was done by the leader of Vanguard America.  After receiving it he gave an extremely rousing speech which was met with roaring applause from everyone there.


It was an absolutely an historic moment for the white nationalist community, and I’m proud to have represented Vanguard America at this event.

Mafia!AU brainstoof

Haha woops my hands slipped on the keyboard now I have some development in the Mafia!AU. I couldn’t resist, it’s such a fun idea, and I just happened to have inspiration. o3o Given how this sort of stuff seem to develop the most activity during large-scale wartimes in countries, I figured that’d be a very interesting setting. Also for those who’s curious, I’m talking about the AU I did a quick sketch of earlier, seen here:

So what I have so far:

In an Equestria that has been suffering from a war, the greed of a terrible, incompetent king, corrupted authority figures, the increasing development of poverty, crime and gang-related activities run rampant. The only source of geniune protection (or extortion protection)  now seems to come in the form of mafias and gangs, and among them is the Boutique, one of Equestria’s most esteemed mafias.

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Rarity: Known as the Queen or “Generosity”, Rarity Belle is one of the most esteemed mafia leaders in Equestria. Primary practices include protection services, organized hits, the smuggling of primarily tobacco and alcohol, illegal weapon trafficking, and illegal food supply. She also has connections in the likes of designer-clothes selling (her own boutique and some of the clothes from her competition), transportation services, and sex-work establishments (all establishments she owns are based on the workers willingly doing it; the workers are given decent pay, protection, and do not have to take clients they don’t want to engage). She’s the youngest of the most established of mafia leaders, having taken what her mother and father started and helped it grow into what it is now (and such, is one of the fastest to build and establish herself in the chain). Some leaders find it admirable. Many others find it threatening, so she has many an enemy as she does allies.

Her initial reaction to Twilight Sparkle was one of fascination: a cop? Trying to do honest good in this country? Not as common as it should have been at the time; she’s either a fool for trying or ambitious, the type of ambition Rarity likes in someone. That interest turned into a strange relationship, originally an “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours”, to a more solid alliance/friendship, to an eventual romance.

Twilight Sparkle: The “Spark” of the police force, Twilight is one of the few good gumshoes in an otherwise very corrupted organization. Whereas many of these cops and detectives can be payed to ignore many criminal activities or simply don’t respond to average citizens if it doesn’t benefit them, Twi is reliable and will go out of her way, and usual job regulation, to help. She is very competent on her own, hence her popularity with the general population of Ponyville and Canterlot, but her very high success rate in arrests and busting otherwise convoluted cases is half-due to her ties to Rarity. Some of her coworkers think she’s just that good; some guess that she might have inside ties (they aren’t wrong, but they don’t know that), and some want her out of the picture. As far as Rarity goes, their relationship is a strange one; Twi can’t arrest her largely due to a lack of evidence despite knowing exactly who she is, but eventually it’s become that she simply won’t arrest her. In comparison of Rarity’s organization to the so-called lawful police force of Equestria, Twi eventually sees that Rarity, while morally gray, is the much lighter gray.

Applejack: Also known as “The Farmer”, “Honest AJ”, or “Honest Apple”, Apple Jacqueline “Applejack” is still a farmer in this AU and still resides primarily in Ponyville with her family. That said, the Apple Family have strong ties in the criminal industry with their most loyal allegiance being to the Boutique. The Apple Family not only sell some of their produce in the black market for cheaper, they also sell some of the most sought-out alcoholic (and non-alcoholic) beverages and tobacco that has been made illegal in Equestria. They also have work in the illegal weapon business, being crafters of some of the best weapons that’s hit the black market. Their weapon’s marketing works in that while you don’t need a legal permit, you do need an Apple Verified permit to purchase their weapons. Easier to obtain but it regulates who’s able to buy what. The Apple Family also sometimes work as bodyguards for hire. Applejack could be the source of how Twilight met Rarity in the first place.

Pinkie Pie: “The Laughter”, Pinkamena Diane Pie is a baker, college student, hacking mastermind and a excellent information broker. Rarity has earned her absolute loyalty after liberating her from a blackmail by a rival mafia that would have put her in forced sexual labor for the protection of her family, by offering her and her family protection if she backed out of her previous “contract” and worked as her personal information broker/hacker as form of payment (fun-fact: Rarity pays for Pinkie’s tuition as a show of good faith). The Pie family have absolutely no idea of Pinkie’s ties to the crime world, and she’d rather keep it that way (only Maud knows). Her cheery and happy disposition makes her a great source of finding out information given how unassuming she seems, and while she sells information to the highest bidder, the most precious or juicy of information goes directly to Rarity first.

Fluttershy: “The Kind Doctor”, Fluttershy is, on the surface, an unusually talented medical student. Underneath that, she is a medical broker, both in terms of distributing medicine and surgical services illegally. She originally had absolutely no ties in the crime world, but was eventually shoved into it when an unorganized gang thought it’d be much cheaper to go to a student than it would to a hospital (plus, not as much questioning or attention). She was simply the unlucky one that they picked at random, and she stitched up her first live-patient wound at gunpoint (the poor dear nearly passed out in fear). This continued for months with the same gang antagonizing her into tending to their medical needs, and the police, when she attempted to contact them about it, were of no help. It’s only through Rainbow Dash that she finally received the help she needed; RD being a hitmare (Fluttershy didn’t know this at the time), she asked Rarity for a contract (that she’d even do for free) so long as she rid her best friend of her antagonizers and the danger they presented. Rarity agreed and Shy was soon free of the gang, but in turn Rarity offered her a proposition: she’d pay off all of Shy’s student loans if she were willing to be one of the go-to doctors on hand, but she was more than free to refuse without consequence. Shy eventually agreed, and her many, many hours of illegal live-patient surgeries (most relatively minor given her status as a student) has made her many steps ahead of her peers. Of the six she has the loosest tie to the crime world, but she’s become fast friends to Rarity in general.

Rainbow Dash: “The RainBoom” or “Generosity’s Loyalty”, Rainbow Dash has been one of the first to pledge herself to Rarity’s syndicate and helped her build it into what it is now. She’s Rarity’s preferred muscle, her go-to hitmare, and she’s the founder (and leader) of the mercenary/professional assassin group, the Shadowbolts (a purposeful parallel to the Wonderbolts, which in this Universe denied her entry). Rainbow’s so fast, it’s rumored that you won’t even know you’re dead until after she leaves. She’s very skilled with a variety of weapons, with her favorite being a pistol and military-grade combat knife her father gave to her before perishing in the war. Her mother perished due to the poor conditions many of the common-folk live in thanks to the war, and it’s because of this that Rainbow set out to do something about it, even if it meant joining the criminal world. Thankfully, she joined Rarity. She’s best friends with Fluttershy and at first is weary of Twilight before she eventually warms up to the cop.

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Yup yup. Still needs some more expanding and junk but I think it’s an okay start. Any brainstorming help or questions are welcomed. ^.^

golvio  asked:

What are your feelings on Ganondorf? Alternatively, what do you think about the "enemy" factions in Zelda in general?

I have a lot of mixed feelings on Ganondorf. There’s a part of him that seems genuinely concerned with the Gerudo and giving them a better life but at the same time, you can’t exactly fight being the reincarnation of the primordial evil. The guy is literally a walking curse, and every good intention he ever has will probably be twisted by that. Honestly? It’s a little sad.

NGL though, Pig Ganon is body goals.

As for the various enemy factions in TLoZ, they’re also a mixed bag. The implication usually seems to be that they simply don’t exist until Ganon starts to rise in power again, or if they do, it’s in very small numbers. Going back to Ganondorf as a living curse, he seems to literally create most if not all of them, except for maybe a few undead and naturally occurring creatures, like Poes and Skulltulas. It’s neat, but I wish we’d get to see more monsters as at least neutral, if not outright friendly (such as that one demon in SS). It was a big success in the Mario games, so why not try it with Zelda some time?

Now, I have heard there might be a little something like that in Breath of the Wild, but we’ll have to see.

To go into a little more detail specifically, I’m very fond of the undead in the Zelda games, because they always feel like they tell such an interesting story. The vast majority of the time, they look nothing like anything else that could have died, implying that they were spontaneously created, or warped somehow. Poes do seem to form from people sometimes, but how often, and why? And should we feel kinda bad for capturing what may have once been a human soul in a tiny bottle?

Also, as an aside: never hookshot a ReDead. It Does Not End Well.

Step Up/Dance AU bc I’m sucker for those

  • Andrew, Aaron and Nicky are leaving together after Tilda died and the Hemmicks kicked Nicky out for being gay
  • Andrew is a sight when he dances, the dancefloor an only place where he feels something.
  • All three work in Eden’s Twilight and when they are not working they’re partying there

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not quite a ship, but definitely a row boat — gregorio cortez & ingrid cortez (spy kids)

“The only things spies were truly afraid of were other spies — enemy spies. So, sometimes one spy’s mission was to make the enemy disappear. He was the assignment that changed her life, but when the moment finally came to carry out her mission… she couldn’t do it. He was different than she expected. Sure, he was charming and intelligent… but he was unexpectedly honourable, and it made her realise how years of working with detached emotion had taken its toll, so they kept contact. A few lunch dates — very discreet. After all, they were on different sides, so they could never be seen together. Dinner dates followed wherever their mutual travels took them and they fell in love, and they decided that, together, they would embark on the most dangerous mission of all time. They decided to marry.”