i like a good "time travel fix-it where everything is carefully planned out by the time traveler(s) and ultimately goes right" fic as much as the next person but I am such a slut for "if there was a plan, we have neglected to follow it." this includes:
the plan was just "fix a problem" which, turns out, is not a real plan
i didn't know about or forgot to account for something and now everything has gone to shit
i severely overestimated my emotional capacity to deal with this, and now things are on fire (literally and/or figuratively)
oh man i did NOT expect this other character/group of characters to have a completely batshit reaction to my changes and.... wow. okay. so the plan is ruined
i encountered a hiccup in the plan and proceeded to make a panicked, very bad decision and now the plan is in the toilet
i wasn't going to do anything about this problem because it's going to resolve itself, but you know what, FUCK IT, i can't just not do anything
okay maybe i'm just bad at planning?
I'm not super in the lore rn but this is how I imagine Sam for Ranboo in the prison:
Sam, trying to shove Ranboo through the door of the prison: I thought you wanted me to put you in the prison?
Ranboo, spreading his arms and legs over the doorway: not anymore!
Ranboo: I don't want to be in there!
Sam:
Sam: That's Too Bad! Get in the naughty box!
Ranboo: *feral screeching*
Sam: Oh My God! What's wrong with you? Stop struggling! Why can't you be more like Connor?
Connor:
Ranboo:
Connor: Sup
Secret identity civilian memes part two - villain edition
White Streak (audio now included.)
You walk along the path as you have many times before, the cracked concrete familiar beneath your feet.On one side of you is the cliff; the cliff is familiar too. Numerous cracks run up the pale face; they greet you as you pass them by, an old friend. You counted them, once. Sometimes moss spills out of the rifts caused by time and bad weather, bringing life to the otherwise empty stone. Scraggly plants cling to it's crumbling surface.On your other side there are long stretches of grass, punctuated by trees. In the distance you see the figure of someone with a dog that bounds faithfully alongside them. You smile and continue walking. The sky above you is cloudy and grey. The weak sunlight permeates the air around you and lights your way. It's cold. You wish you bought gloves. You hear chirping above you, and when you look up, you see them. Peering over the nest at you, the chicks ruffle their downy grey feathers and call for their mother. You continue to walk onward. You can see the old abandoned railway, upon its throne of pebbles and stones. No train has run along that track in decades, it lays silent now. When you finally arrive it is a welcome sight; the walk here had tired your bones and you need to rest. You are relieved to see the familiar grainy wood framed by the cold black metal. A brass plaque bears her name.
You lay down the bouquet you carried here and you sit down and remember. You watch and are content.
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Three ships: Lapidot (Lapis/Peridot), Klance (Keith/Lance), Zukki (Sokka/Suki/Zuko)
Last Song: Living Room by David Maxim Micic
Last Movie: uhhh... Avengers Infinity War? maybe? It was before The Plague-
Currently Reading: All the fanfiction you ever did see
Currently Watching: oh, um. Doctor Who, Camp Camp, The Owl House, Sweetness and Lightning, Stars Align
Currently Craving: Mint
those posts about wanting kudos and comments on your fanworks vs creating for your own sake have gotten it all wrong. the TRUE purpose of fanworks is attracting people with great taste and luring them into your dms
oh you think you're soooo fucking smart. with your fucking convoluted pretentious sentences
@neuronary u kno who it is
Imma write this now