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PJO/Rordanverse
Fourth wing/empyrean
Star wars
heroxvillain scenarios
Shadowhunters
I might start linking my fics here, so look out for the next one.
Edit: Ao3 under the same username. Now they match!
Fives: In all of these stories about your ARC training, we heard about how Commanders Wolffe and Fox were feral and Cody couldn't be contained, but what about you, Captain?
Rex: Well...
Fox: He was the worst.
Echo: Really?
Cody: Not really. Rex was the most well-behaved of all of us.
Fox: Your memory is failing you, Kote.
Rex: How was I the worst?
Fox: The dive.
Everyone falls silent.
Fives: What just happened?
Rex: You're never going to let that go, are you?
Fox: Everyone else looked at the water when we heard the splash, but I looked at Seventeen. I'll never forget the look on his face.
Echo: The splash?
Fives: What happened?
Cody, sighing: We'd just done diving training. We wore protective gear and had a buddy system, you know, so we wouldn't get eaten, but some of us always got spooked under the water...
Bly: We were teasing each other like always...
Fox: But Rex just had to prove himself.
Rex: I know it was stupid, even then I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to show I wasn't afraid of the water. I...jumped in...
Fox: After we'd all already taken our suits off.
Cody: We all heard the splash, but it took us a few seconds to realize what just happened.
Fox: Alpha-17 looked like the platform fell out from under him. You could see it in his face, he thought we were about to lose Rex...
Wolffe: We heard the second splash...
Bly: Alpha-17 was gone.
Fox: I grabbed Cody.
Cody: My body was moving to the edge before my brain even realized what was happening.
Fox: Then, I grabbed Wolffe...
Wolffe: I don't know how your head was so damn clear--
Fox: It wasn't. I was moving on instinct too. My instinct was to keep you out of Seventeen's way, though. You would've just churned up the water and attracted something big.
Bly: When Alpha-17 surfaced with Rex, I realized I'd been holding my breath...
Cody: I think we all breathed a sigh of relief in that moment...
Fox: After he pulled him onto the platform, he just held him for a few minutes...
Bly: Then, we all did...one by one...
Wolffe: Except this di'kut.
Fox: I punched him.
Rex, softly: He was crying...I felt like the worst person alive...
Fox: Then, I hugged him...
Rex: I'm sorry...
Fox, hugging Rex: I was only angry because you almost got two of the people I care about most killed.
Echo: Awww...
Fox: Alpha-17 and Wolffe.
Wolffe: Ha!
Fox: I'm joking. You know I love you, Rex'ika...
Rex, smiling a bit: I know...
Fox: But you're still the worst.
Rex: ...
So, Cheeseburger died on November 21st after an unfairly short battle with an unfairly rare cancer that is rarely seen in cats. I only got to spend a month with him after his diagnosis, and losing him has been the greatest heartbreak of my entire life so far. He was my best friend and my soul cat, and he was there for me when I was completely alone, for twelve long years.
I made this transparent PNG the night he died in preparation for one of the many ways I was going to memorialize him--a surface rug in his likeness that I planned on laying directly in the line of his favourite sunbeam. And I uploaded that PNG here, because this is the website where people post their cats.
I was not expecting the reception I got. Many people have pointed out that this post has more reblogs than likes, and how insane that is in 2025 when reblog culture is at an all time low. I didn't even talk about the fact that Burger passed away in the original post, it wasn't a tearjerker reblog bait or anything like that. People just loved Burger that much, in the same way I fell in love with him at first sight. He was such an ugly kitten.
Anyways, it's really special to me that so many people have reblogged my best friend. I made this PNG to memorialize him in a completely different way, and you all wound up doing just that in ways I never even imagined.
Thank you. Wherever he is, I know the sun is shining.
Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!
Heads up that this is a very extensive questionnaire and might be daunting to a lot of writers (myself included). That being said, it is also an amazing questionnaire and I will definitely be using it (or at the very least, some of it).
impeachment isn't enough I think we the people should be allowed to vote a president out too. survivor style. like sorry bud you're behated by all. and then they banish them to a desert island.
whilst i do agree with survivor style voting off, sending him to an island caused a lot of his current problems
in comparison sacrificing billionaires to the sea has a long and storied history
bestie boo, let me fill you in on something: if you're going to take any part of 'good grammar' and randomly assign it to She's A Witch! AI, you might as well give up. It's over. You're cooked. Anyone who has spent the last decade or more learning to type properly, anyone who has spent any time writing articles/papers/essays that require you to use 'good grammar' is going to fall into that 'oh no it might be AI' trap.
Stop hunting like it's 1692. You're not going to find Goody Proctor at the ChatGPT sacrament. What you're going to do is exactly what happened back then: harming people who've done nothing wrong.
Does it feel like everyone forgort, or 'forgot', really quickly that the plagerisim machine was built on human work. Every time I hear about something like this, or those stupid AI detectors, I go 'But it was used by humans first, that quite literally the point'
“Get the hell up,” Fox says, sounding deeply annoyed, though Cody knows him more than well enough to hear the edge of buried concern in it.
That doesn’t help, though; if anything, it makes him want to stand up less, and he shoves himself deeper into the corner behind his bunk, dragging the blanket up over his head. He can be brave and in charge again later, once the shock of looking in the mirror has fully worn off. Now that he’s out of sight of his men, doesn’t have to hold himself together, all Cody wants to do is hide. Just for a minute. Just for now.
“Get out,” he snaps, and the way it vibrates, heavy around the edges in a way voices aren't supposed to be, makes him wince.
There's a pause, though Cody isn't naïve enough to assume that means Fox is leaving. It’s Fox. The only one who can give him orders even sometimes is the Supreme Chancellor himself.
No one, really, now that Rex has seen to it that the Supreme Chancellor won't ever be giving another order to anyone.
“Cody,” Fox says, more evenly this time, and he stalks across the tiny bunk, barely a handful of steps, though he still manages to make them look showy, the idiot. Cody snaps his eyes shut, like that will hide anything, but…peekaboo logic seems like the best he can do right now. If he can't see Fox do a double take, maybe what he saw in the mirror earlier was just his imagination.
“Not scared of catching it?” he asks, tries to make it dry and can't quite swallow down the tremor in the words. It’s fine, though. This is just Fox. He’s seen Cody at his very worst. They dragged each other through training, survived Alpha-17, survived half a dozen battlefields that should have killed them before Fox was removed from the 501st and shipped to Coruscant to ride herd on the whole Senate. Fox of all people isn't going to judge Cody for freaking the heck out in private, where it won't damage morale.
Another pause, and then Fox scoffs, dropping to his knees in front of Cody with a creak of stupid, flashy kama. Light fingers skim the edge of Cody's jaw, slide up, hook around the back of his head to cup the curve of his skull, and Cody tries to pretend that the familiar stroke of Fox’s thumb behind his ear isn't almost enough to crack what little composure he has left right down the middle.
“This is what you’re freaking the hell out about?” Fox says derisively, but when he leans in, the thump of his forehead against Cody's is light, doesn’t even sting. He pauses again, his other hand finding the spread of scales that frame Cody's eyes, and he says, almost bemused, “White and gold? Bly's going to knife you for stealing his colors.”
A laugh shakes though Cody, startled out of him, and he opens his eyes because he can't not, doesn’t try to resist as Fox hauls the blanket down and leans in, crowding Cody up against the wall.
“I'm a dragon, Fox,” he says, and his voice maybe cracks a little, but—after the insanity of the day, Cody thinks he’s more than earned it.
“You're a bastard and an idiot,” Fox says promptly, but he wedges himself in against Cody's chest, drags Cody's legs up over his own. The familiar, appreciative squeeze Fox gives his thighs in the blacks is so normal that Cody chokes out a laugh, loops his arms around Fox’s neck, presses his cheek to Fox’s stubbled one.
“And you forgot to shave,” he says, like Fox has ever shaved regularly in his life. 17 used to have to bully him into it, and the bitching wouldn’t stop for hours. “If I get you written up for uniform violations, maybe they’ll finally put you back on the front.”
Fox snorts, pointedly rubbing his stubble against Cody's throat, right where Cody won't be able to hide it and where it will make Rex blush like mad when he sees it. “If I see you turn into a karking white and gold dragon regularly, just to wreck whole Sep battalions, you’re not going to walk straight until the whole kriffing war ends, Cody. Kriff, that was amazing.”
Cody breathes in the smell of sweat and soap and armor, perfectly familiar, and closes his eyes. There's a curling, humming need rooted in his chest, a heady mix of mine and treasure that’s fixed solely on Fox, and having Fox surrounding him, caging him in, hanging on to him—it feels like home.
“Wooley turned into a griffin,” he says into Fox’s warm skin, the words muffled but still incredulous. “Waxer started glowing. I don’t know what the heck is happening to us.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Fox says dismissively, stroking the white scales framing Cody's eyes again. When Cody opens his eyes, Fox is watching him, and his golden-brown eyes are so full of everything they’ve never said that Cody can't quite breathe. “Whatever it is, it’s hitting all the clones, so it’ll get the Guard eventually. And until then, I get to enjoy you looking at me like that.”
Cody swallows, twisting his fingers into the soft, tight curls at Fox’s nape. “Like what? Like you're a headache and a half?”
Fox snorts, but he closes the last few centimeters between them, fits his mouth to Cody's so carefully, so gently that it shakes right through Cody's bones.
“Like you're a dragon and I'm made of gold,” he says, low, and kisses Cody before Cody can tell him that he’s always looked at Fox in exactly that way.
Rating: T
Pairing: Cody/Rex
Tags: Making Out, Established Relationship, Teasing, Assholes in Love, Rex in the 212th Attack Battalion
Summary: Cody’s in a mood that shouldn’t be indulged—looking for entertainment and a target to provide it.
Rex indulges him.
With art commissioned from @cacodaemonia!
Rex holds his blasters steady, both up, both aimed down range. He breathes deep, still but not tense. He doesn’t let Cody distract him.
The final round of the sim starts, and Cody sighs, armour clicking as he shifts against the wall behind Rex, watching with a critical eye. If Rex misses because Cody’s here he’ll never hear the end of it.
The first target snaps up at the far end of the range, moving fast from left to right. Rex squeezes the trigger. It pings green, two popping up to replace it. With each target it’s easier to ignore Cody’s eyes burning holes in the back of his skull, slipping into the flow that he needs.
The sim ends, and his scores appear on the terminal. Only one miss, but slower than he’d like. Above general average, but below his.
It’s Cody’s fault.
“That was a little slow for an ARC,” Cody says, as if his PB in twin blasters isn’t lagging behind Rex’s.
“That your professional opinion or a personal one?” Rex slots the sim’s blasters back into their holder by the terminal, collecting his own real ones. “Sir.”
“It can’t be both?” Cody has that tone that Rex is all too familiar with: amused without any of it showing on his face.
Playing with his food.
“No, sir.” Rex finally lets himself look at Cody. His arms are folded loosely over his chest, posture open and calm, his expression mildly curious. He’s so full of shit. “If it’s both, how can I know if I should tell you that I’ll endeavour to do better, sir, or to shove your opinion up your ass if you can make enough space in there next to your head.”
Fox, tugging on Jango's shirt: Prime?
Jango, raising a brow: You should be with your batch...Who--?
Fox, staring into his soul: You can breathe underwater...but you'll die.
Jango, taking a step back: WHOSE CLONE IS THIS!?
Alpha-17, sweeping Fox up: PRIME, I'M SO SORRY!
Jango: Just get him away from me!
Meanwhile, decades earlier:
Jaster, in a forest: That plant is poisonous, don't eat it.
Kal: I know that
Jaster: I was talking to the kid.
Bby!Jango, staring up at them with creepily large eyes: You can eat it, but only once.
Jaster:
Kal:
Kal: What the fu-
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: The Empyrean - Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail, Xaden Riorson & Garrick Tavis, Xaden Riorson & Sgaeyl, Andarna & Violet Sorrengail & Tairn, Xaden Riorson & Original Male Character(s), Violet Sorrengail & Original Male Character(s), Original Character(s) and Original Character(s)
Characters: Xaden Riorson, Violet Sorrengail, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Lilith Sorrengail, Tairn (Empyrean), Sgaeyl (Empyrean), Jack Barlowe
Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Depression, References to Depression, POV Violet Sorrengail, Isolation, Angst, Spoilers for Book 2: Iron Flame (Empyrean), Manipulation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Gaslighting, Intentional Gaslighting, unintentional gaslighting, yes that tagging is intentional, Not Beta Read, By anyone other than me, story's not as bad as the tags make it sound, Kidnapping, rated mature out of paranoia and also swear words
Series: Part 1 of The Mind's Eye
Summary:
After Threshing, half of the riders quadrant left Basgiath, seeking the truth hidden from them for centuries. The half that stayed were presumed to be loyal to Navarre.
But what if there were those who wanted to go, but could not? What if those people were stopped?
Axel Merdian was a first-year at Basgiath, having finally been allowed to bond his dragon at Threshing. He'd been in the formation when the news broke. He'd tried to leave, but had been stopped, and no one had listened when he'd tried to speak.
(Story is better than summary I promise)
So I finally did it! Posted notice of a fic to Tumblr.
I was rereading some of my posts from 2021 and was reminded of how much meta I used to write so imma share my crazy headcanon/ theory which i thought up as plot for a revolution fic:
RR verse is on the "Olympus will fall" timeline and Zeus' actions are speeding it up.
In the recent decade there has been several great prophecies back to back. And people have remarked how weird it is that there have been so many. What if the reason is because of Zeus?
Remember, in greek mythology there is a major theme of how Your Fate Cannot Be Defied. And Zeus, king of Olympus, has a major Fate: being overthrown. However he managed to "defy" it by eating Metis.
My idea is that he has been forcefully clawing out a future where he is still king of Olympus. By doing this, he is literally changing the flow of fate. And obviously fate wants to correct itself, so the harder he fights it, the more counterforce he triggers. All prophecies meant to lead to his overthrowing are suddenly sped up. Olympus begins to lose power. Zeus is aware of this. He is also aware how people are becoming suspicious. And he needs a scapegoat. And who better than the god of prophecy who is also a threat to the throne?
Apollo mentions that Zeus blamed him for his oracle revealing a prophecy "too early" and therefore causing it to happen early. However, everyone knows it's not possible to actually cause a prophecy to happen early...so why would Zeus even have this weird line of thought? everyone probably dismissed it as Zeus being irrational, but there a juicier theory this ties into:
Apollo being the one to overthrow Zeus.
The idea of "fall of the sun, the final verse". What if this is the final prophecy that is meant to happen before Zeus is overthrown? And what if the fall this speaks of is actually when Apollo fell close to chaos? When he pulled himself together there?
What if he reformed different from his original godly form. He was literally almost gone, his body was disintegrating. Maybe he pulled himself together using the energies of chaos. Apollo himself isn't aware of this, due to a suspicious memory gap between him clawing up from the cliff and him waking up next to Artemis.
And this adds to another headcanon of mine, the fates choose Apollo to be the god of prophecy on purpose. At first glance, this is a horrible match. If they wanted a good servant, why would they choose someone so closely tied to his heart and so likely to fight fate? Someone who dares get them drunk just to extend a human's lifespan? UNLESS... they WANT him to eventually try and defy fate??
Imagine if fate was a compass and Zeus had forcefully wrenched the needle point at a bleak dark future where Olympus falls with him. And this river direction has been set so deeply in stone and run on for so long, it has worn a grove and become the mostly likely future.
you need someone willing to fight, someone to wrench the needle out. SOMEONE FAMILAR WITH FATE AND Prophecy. Someone who has the power to fight it and win. Someone who has the will. Perhaps a baby god who was willing to fight Python, and who would have likely died there. But if he successfully did take on the powers of prophecy, one day that same godling would fight Python again, would absorb the powers of chaos to recreate himself.
Perhaps not today and maybe not even for the next four thousand years
but one day that godling would stare down at that wretched compass hand and decide to yank the flow out of its place. And maybe, that godling means a chance for Olympus to have a different future.
Anyways that's my crazy theory i hope it wasn't too confusing. It also links up with my other story theme idea about fate, hope and apollo blah blah blah, which i rambled about in a different post.
Edit: just remembered my other crazy thought, what if ZEUS PURPOSEFULLY TRIED TO GET RID OF APOLLO NOT ONLY CAUSE HE IS A THREAT TO THE THRONE BUT ALSO BECAUSE AS THE GOD OF PROPHECY HE IS MOST LIKELY TO REALIZE SOMETHING IS WRONG AND THAT ZEUS IS MESSING WITH FATE?!???? Basically pulling a imma say you're the murderer before u realise im the murderer. (i cant remember the actual saying Lmaoo)
This is what I've thought since reading the tower of Nero, but i always knew something was up with the memory wipe thing. Why wipe Apollos memories when what you want him to do requires his memories? And the Six month gap never made sense.
And he was completely mortal! He never had the option of nectar/ambrosia to heal himself, which I think wasn't the case in the other times this happened. It makes sense if Zeus was trying to kill him.
And the ending of Tower of Nero made this make sense to me. Because Apollo pulled himself up. None of the other gods came to help him(Unless I misremember). He did it all on his own, and seemed to gain his divinity on the way up.
Plus, if I remembered correctly, Zeus was not happy to see him in that meeting. And Apollo's own words called Zeus a tyrant(or something along those lines) ruling over a false democracy.
Calypso having to catch up with a lot of old things she was familiar with looking different now and Apollo's selective ignorance on things he should know are a phenomenal combo tbh
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