#but im not sure if you have some galaxy brain idea on what to do w these I'd love to hear it

[smallest-moon]

what if vash was a god, a benevolent god loved by many, who worked hard everyday to listen and attend to everyone's prayers and kept spreading himself thinner and thinner but it was okay as long as his people were safe right?

then something horrible inevitably happens and no matter what vash attempts to do, he cannot fix this! the people turn against him, where was their god? wasn't he supposed to protect them? why couldn't he save them?

useless, useless, u s e l e s s

he falls from divinity but he's not a common man, he is something else... something lower, something despicable. destruction and devastation followed him like a shadow no matter where he went and despite all this he never lost his kindness and heart

he falls from divinity but he's not a common man, he is something else... he is more human than humans could ever be

what if wolfwood was dangerous and deranged... his early life being of pain and misery, the only thing he clings on to is the orphanage. the place he was raised and helped raise many like him. he does not believe in gods because if they truly exist then why do they suffer so much? how many more children are going to turn out like him? bitter, cold and resentful

he is always kind to the children there, he never ever let's them see his true self they already suffered enough.. he wouldn't hesitate to burn the world to the ground but he'd sooner set himself on fire if it meant he would keep the children from harm

so it is no surprise that when calamity strikes and the orphanage gets razed to the ground, that in wolfwood's final living moments his grief, pain and rage that burn hot in his heart don't allow him to cross into the afterlife and he turns into a vengeful ghost

he is weak but quickly grows strong. he chases the transgressors like a vengeful god, for if the gods themselves do not destroy their pathetic scummy existence, do not make them pay the consequences for their actions then wolfwood would take care of it himself... it doesn't take long for people to grow fearful of The punisher

what if a too-much-of-a-human divine being met with a former human whose heart stopped beating turning him into something cruel? what if the faithless man that kept praying to protect what he loved despite not believing in gods met a broken god crushed by guilt and love who was trying to attone for his own sins with one act of kindness at a time?

#what im actually saying is basically an over glorified hualian au except make it more uh.. catholic?? #or i guess more western is probably the best word? #im not sure but if you also love tcgf and hualian like i do you see what im getting it right? #obviously not actually a tgcf au but you know heavily influenced by it #god blessed me with having galaxy brain ideas in the middle of the night but i still havent figured out to make myself write them #anyways heres another for the back burner until i can figure it out on my own #or i bounce back and forth enough ideas onto someone so that they can help and kick my ass into writing it #trigun #nicholas wolfwood #vash stampede #vashwood #uhhhh dunno if this some of these things counts as spoilers but anyways better safe than sorry I guess??? #trigun spoilers #once again this is probably incoherent but i had to write this down before i had forgotten AGAIN

[the-acid-pear-ocs]

I think the reason why Shira is so chill is because she already had her whole revenge journey and stuff when she was like, a teen/young adult, so now she just chills 23/7. This on parallel to Sheina who NEVER truly got her revenge so she's so on edge constantly.

#[main ocs] #also shira got time to heal w a support group of animals in the junjle that idk if they could actually speak or if. y'know. she'd lost it. #like originally they were like animal gijinkas that was like. something... Shira could do? or them. they could just transform? #but that feels pretty out of place for my current lore y'know? #so it's like. maybe she just kinda was hallucinating? #but im not sure if you have some galaxy brain idea on what to do w these I'd love to hear it #i mean humanoid animals aren't all that weird in my current ocverse takochu is part octopus #but that's more tied to her being a demon y'know? #demons all tend to have some animal tied to em in this verse #[shira] #[sheina]

[noisyquokka]

I know this is a very vague request and im really sorry in advance 😭… do you think you could write some headcanons/reactions for wayv? I noticed that most nct content is for dream, sometimes 127, and rarely my wayv boys and i LOVE them 😮‍💨, i dont really have a concept in mind i would prefer if it was made with a female reader in mind but gender neutral works just as well, and idk maybe a little bit suggestive if youre in the mood for it?? Idk anyways thanks for listening and im sorry im not giving you much to work with :)

+ OMG OK I JUST SENT IN A VAGUE REQUEST FOR WAYV BUT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING NOW, idk if you’ll see this but do you think you could do wayvs reaction to a female reader whos more dominant, not necessarily in the bedroom sense (although that too) but just someone who looks more feminine but automatically takes on more masculine gender roles in a relationship like being big spoon, or bringing home the bag, or being the one to take care of things and fix things? Again i don’t necessarily mean in a sexual way just more in a general relationship because i know you said you werent confident/comfortable writing nsfw stuff, but if you wanted to take a more suggestive route too i wouldnt be mad, youre the writer here, im just here to support 💗, thank you again!

A/N - Not me having a whole-ass brain fart on gender roles as I wrote this🤪but ohhhohoo I love this idea!!! I'm sorry it took forever :( also some of these are longer than others, I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy 💛 Thank you for the request, Love!

WORDCOUNT - 1,165

WARNINGS - F!reader, suggestive if you squint from the other side of the galaxy??

Kun

you had told him that you were quite independent from the beginning of your relationship

perhaps you hadn't been persuasive enough, or it didn't register in Kun's head...

because when he comes home from tour, he doesn't expect to find you in the kitchen, cursing under your breath with your head ducked beneath the sink

it appears you're too busy groveling at the plumbing to notice his presence, the clanking of metal on metal hitting his ears

"What... are you doing?" is followed by a thud! and another hushed curse as you emerge from the cabinet, rubbing at the crown of your head with a grimace

you're met with warm hands and a concerned gaze as you straighten up, adjustable wrench in your grip

"The shut-off valve for the cold water failed," you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing the small space you have to work with under the sink, "so I went and picked up replacements for both."

and Kun's just standing there like 'woah, babe, go off'

but also a little worried

cue the "shouldn't we call a plumber", and the "are you sure's"

it's not that he believes you're incapable, far from it!

he's just got no clue about the tricks of that trade lmao

asks if you need help

will literally sit by and watch like a curious Retriever whether you need extra hands or not (without being in the way, of course)

he has no idea where your confidence comes from when it comes to these types of things, but it's kinda... 😏

you finish the job in two hours, checking for any leaks after you turn the water back on and let the water flow through the pipes to clear the air in the lines

after this, he quickly adapts to you taking lead around the house with similar things

he's so used to being the leader/taking lead on so many things that it's so refreshing for him.

you're just the type to say "Hey, I've got it!" with no expectations

he's gonna find his ways of thanking you for the things you do btw

cooking you dinner, cleaning the entire house, buying you something you've been eyeing for forever.

also lives and breaths you cuddling him

back hugs, waking up to you pulling him back into your arms before you're both falling asleep again

this man is so content being little spoon if it means you're right there

Ten

totally into it!

I'd bet that this man goes full doting boyfriend

probably the most curious out of all the guys

would be super invested if you were an HVAC technician or something just because of how physically demanding the job is

asks you if he could tag along to work one day like an excited child

to which you tell him that it's not as exciting for him to watch considering most of the job is you crawling into tight spaces

like you'd literally be in some dusty attic, sweltering as you work

it happens anyways, because you find that your HVAC unit is outdated, so naturally, you choose to update it yourself

cue a sneaky head peeking around the corner every chance he gets because, contrary to what you had said, Ten is very entertained

the man has the biggest heart eyes for you through the entire process - which is roughly 6 hours

"your attention to detail is beyond admirable!"

"I'd say it's necessary when I'm working with electrical, Babe."

wants to learn how to do whatever it is you're working on

doesn't matter what it is you're doing

soaks up whatever you teach him

mans is a whole sponge istg

at the same time he's absolutely gonna tell you to keep being the boss-ass bitch that you are

WinWin

supportive but a lil insecure :(

like he loves you loads, supports you 100% in all that you do

but sometimes it'll make him feel like he's not doing enough in terms of your relationship

I don't see the insecurity coming from your confidence of taking on a more masculine role, but more out of worrying that his time is so limited with you and around the house so when he is home, he feels like it's not enough

feels like he shouldn't tell you at first

like it sounds a little like an excuse to be an ass

but eventually thinks it's the best thing for your relationship

y'all take communication so seriously so why start holding back over something like this

you're quick to reassure him that he does more than enough

like sir, sit down and kick your feet up, you literally do so much for me, I will write you a whole list rn

it works to a certain extent, so you offer him some options "to make up for it" cough I'll leave this up to interpretation💀

fair to say that all is better with a little communication

Xiaojun

I say this solely for his safety and benefit

do not, under any circumstances, let this man know you can do some of the things that you're capable of!!

boy is too petty and competitive to have this knowledge

I feel like he'd be the type to see you so confidently take care of yard work and the next week turns into a competition of who can complete said tasks better

he wouldn't do it to make you feel less than, or to put you in your place (as if you wouldn't set his ass straight)

he's just a little dramatic

a lil competitive

he loses almost every time 😔

either makes excuses for it ("I didn't know there were levels to the lawn mower", "the handle on my rake was broken") or stays quiet

will be whiny for a few days afterwards

you have no issue giving him something to whine about-

Hendery

full cheerleader mode!!

he literally grew up with three sisters, ain't no way he's gonna be against a strong and independent woman doing her thing

is the best assistant when you need an extra set of hands

literally the kid that holds dad's flashlight while dad fixes the car except you don't have to remind him to hold it steady

he's on top of it, baby 😎

mans takes this as seriously as performing open-heart surgery

I'm talking brows set in concentration and hands as steady as my granny threading a needle (that woman was so talented)

tools are in your hand before you've even finished telling him what you need

bro is just that good

loves helping you to the point that when you don't need his help, he's just a pouty boy in the corner

like Kun and Ten, he'll just watch and cheer you on in those instances

he is the ultimate ally

YangYang

I could see him drawn toward a woman who takes initiative in a relationship

probably finds it attractive as hell

at the same time, I could see him not caring much about traditional gender roles

sees it as a social construct that is meant to be broken

he digs how dynamic you can be in any situation, definitely!

that said, he is the reason you fix so many things 🧍🏻‍♀️

listen, him being your boyfriend does not guarantee your safety from The Menace™

feels bad about it sometimes

but like... you never complain

YangYang swears he's a magnet for finding patient people that can tolerate his antics

which is exactly why he's wrapped around your finger

MASTERLIST

#wayv #nct wayv #wayv x f!reader #wayv headcanons #nct #nct headcanons #wayv x reader #wayv reactions #wayv scenarios #wayv kun #wayv ten #nct reactions #nct scenarios #wayv imagines #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct x f!reader #wayv yangyang #wayv hendery #wayv xiaojun #wayv winwin #x f!reader #f!reader #quokkawritings🌻

[saltsprite]

ohoho you posted an ask meme

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it? 🌪️

Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

I should have fucking known LOL <3

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet.

[oleander fools, Red Dead Redemption 2] Charles Smith (having loved and lost one Arthur Morgan) encounters Arthur's past love, Mary Linton, at Arthur's grave. Lonely, they fall into bed in a hotel in the nearest town. The next morning she asks for his hand in a marriage of convenience that turns sweeter.

I'm actually gonna do another one here, because I think these are both galaxy-brain ideas

[tentative title: seedlings, Jedi Survivor, gen fic] Boba Fett, for once in his 23-year-old life, has let a Jedi walk free. On top of that, today's bounty (Caij Vanda, a rival bounty hunter that'd been helping said karking Jedi) won't shut the hell up. Needing a drink before heading into the black, Boba takes Caij's advice to visit Pyloon's Saloon... only to find the same Jedi, again. To get away from him Boba heads to the rooftop gardens-- and there, finds a child who reminds him eerily of himself.

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

[untitled WIP, RDR2 Charthur] God, Arthur's stupid.

(yes i do think im funny, yes i will post another snippet because i like to post snippets)

[untitled WIP, Jedi Survivor, Cal/Bode] “Bode?”  Looking up, Bode finds Cal sitting on the cliff’s ledge above him, feet dangling over the edge. BD-1 chirrups something at him from Bode’s shoulder; Cal flashes a smile that doesn’t smell right to Bode. “Greez said I’d find you brooding out here.”  “Oh. Is that how he phrased it.” And— well, he had, but in much the same way as Cal had just smiled at him: The same way a damaged shield generator will cough and sputter before doing its damn job. Bode plants his hands on his hips. “What are you up to, then?”  Cal sniffs, before a crooked, sheepish grin appears. “Brooding.”

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

[oleander fools, RDR2] “What’re you lookin’ at?” Charles asks.  Arthur slaps on his dumbest grin, the besotted one he hides until they can be alone. “You, my flower.”  Laughing around a groan, Charles decides to play this one out. If Arthur’s going to open his big dumb mouth to say big dumb things, Charles can at least get some kind of entertainment out of it. “What kind?”  “Oleander.” Arthur’s answer is immediate, confident. Like he’s thought about it. A lot.  Crinkling his nose, Charles frowns. “Small and pink?”  Again, Arthur smiles— but it’s softer, sweeter. Missing his hat, some of his hair falls into his eyes as he dips to take Charles’s hand. He presses his thumbs into the pads and cushions of Charles’s calloused palm. “I handle you wrong, you’ll kill me real quick.” Arthur drops a warm kiss to palm center, then glances up at Charles looking almost shy and oozing boyish charm. “And that’s kinda the entire appeal.”

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

[meet me halfway, Boba Fett/Cobb Vanth] Put your softness in my hands, Cobb had said before, those words so carefully chosen, his aim as true and unwavering as his desire. Nothing comes to mind, now. Nothing but the wretchedly tender truth that chokes him from the inside, clumping in his throat like he swallowed sand. There’s too much to say. He should say it. He needs to say it. There’s no fucking point in saying it now because he waited too long, it might kill him to say it, but he will try. He can try.  “If this all goes tits-up,” Cobb starts, wetting his lips — but Boba stops him, gently bumping a knuckle under his chin.  “Have you so little faith in me?” Boba scoffs, attempting lightheartedness despite the worry and grief already carved into the canyon bedrock of his face. He can't say it.

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

[faith, freedom (RDR2, Charthur)] As he settles against Arthur’s chest Charles grunts in protest, but Arthur feels him smile. Combs fingers through Charles’s hair, made soft with some oil he’s begun using that smells of vanilla, its gentle perfume warmed and sharpened to a point with tobacco and camp smoke. Arthur breathes deep.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

[faith, freedom (RDR2, Charthur)] “Beautiful.”  Charles snorts, ducking his head. “Now who’s sayin’ shit he don’t mean?”  “Aw, Charles,” Arthur tuts. He lets go in favor of running the flat of his nail up the fractal scar along Charles’s cheek. “Ought to know by now, I don’t suffer liars in my bed.”

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

[oleander fools] John Marston: ah, the Morgan widows Charles: …one widow J: Aw but you and Arthur were— y’know. So that’d be you and Mary together, I mean. C: no, no, a widow is a woman, widower is the man— J: yeah but it’s a man who died, so you’re his widow too C: DOUBT [x]

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

idk what pairing, but i know there's a good Hades (game) AU in me somewhere, i KNOW IT. I feel like I can make it work best in SW, using planet names for each region (like... Naboo for Elysium, obvs Mustafar for Asphodel). If it's DinCobb, then Cobb is fighting through the underworld ruled by Boba Fett with Djarin in the Thanatos role. If it's Cal/Bode, then it's Cal fighting through, with Bode maybe posing as a helpful NPC... at first. >:3

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

Red Dead Redemption 2, Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith, Camping, First Time, Recreational Drug Use, And There Was Only One Tent

#ask meme #fanfic #charthur #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #charles smith #arthur morgan #jedi survivor #cal kestis #bode akuna #cal kestis/bode akuna #spyscrapper #dincobb #boba fett #cobb vanth #kata akuna #mary linton #star wars jedi survivor #star wars jedi: survivor

[whitexdove]

⭐  𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣

— 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨

(𝙋𝙀𝙉)𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀: Stumpy

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎: they/them (genderless, probably a demon)

𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙄𝘼𝘾: pisces but spiritually an aries

𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 / 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉: totally married to @/fatetainted (pete)

— 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨

𝙞. i am NERVOUS. constantly. just a fuckin mess. i have a hard time with social interactions and i'm trying more on this blog but you guys i'm fucking dying. (autism and anxiety is a hell of a combo). it's been weird to be the most authentic version of myself on this blog but.

𝙞𝙞. i have a fursona and my friend is making a partial fursuit of the dude. uh. they're a poorly bred german shepherd/a neurotic mess that chews holes in their clothing, like me. goth/punk aesthetic but nerves.

𝙞𝙞𝙞. i feel like im the peak depressed artist. i'm constantly sleep deprived and struggling with my art. i share my art occasionally but tbh with the drawing ideas i have here you will unfortunately see it more

— 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

haha i started rping on tumblr when i was 13. i'm 25 now so i've certainly got roleplay experience. uhhh i do write standalone things, but not frequently. you can find some of those HERE (though it's back when i wrote cats so... jot that down) --i stille WRITE standalone short stories but its really only a fit of passion thing. look i draw i'm bad with words (i say, when people have surely seen my nonsense/read the stupid long bio page anyway)

— 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

if this is what i write... feral. animal-like. not quite an animal but they're a little too wild to be a normal person (which is like, the vibe with rufus. he bites.) i used to have a werewolf oc that got big and was known for being unhinged and feral. just,,, lets not talk about that bitch please ty. i also write dragons, cats, kinda anyone.

either the muse is picked up as a joke, because i had like extreme passion&ideas or like,,, some fucked up combo. i have a sideblog for college fratbro versions of slashers LMAOOOOO nothing is safe

— 𝙨𝙪𝙗-𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙨

juuuuust about anything within reason (like sometimes. sometimes we are gonna have to plot i'm not just writing wild shit with anyone you feel) -- horror is a personal preference but like. haha i love horror. i need to make a list of horror influences i've used. idk fuck it we ball after discussion. fluff/soft stuff is also SUPER NICE. but if im not writing casual stuff im probably writing soul crushing angst. iiiii do not rp smut. fine to imply it /talk about it in threads but like. please. please do not boink my muses in threads. even if they joke about it. i will hard skip into the next scene ty goodbye

— 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙫𝙨. 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨

U H. look, memes are the best way to start bc like either i'm shit at plotting or galaxy brained. there is no between. once i have a better feel for how our characters interact it's easier/more comfortable to bullshit plots! i'm the captain of the uss make shit up

#& || stumpy drowning in the sunshine riptide ( ooc. ) #hi got mental illinois but i'm really passionate about this stupid fuck and wanna reach out more #just pssspssspss me it'll work #im also the silliest jester. i promise im just SCARED #like my therapy workbook pinned me for having 4 different types of anxiety #when its just... no... i have cptsd and autism #and i used to write on here when i was a CHILD and like.... eugh #long post #someday i won't ramble

[baylardo]

Tardi had me heckin BRAINWORMIN over future threshold au kid stuff mainly surrounding that amelia arc hohgohhioioigh REALLY MESSY THOUGHTS IM EXPANDING ON FROM MY BULLETED THOUGHTS THIS MORNING HAHA. THIS IS GONNA BE RLLY LONG IM PROBABLY GONNA JUST COPY AND PASTE SOME THINGS FROM OUR CONVO LOLOL

in re: what philippa is doing prior to the arc: just lil science missions. i wanna say shes done some triage before, so shes probably been in a warzone as a field medic by this point. i dont think shed be necessarily choosing short term missions for the sake of hearing news about her sister, i think shed do what shes assigned? (not really sure how it works tbH) and its more of an intuitive feeling just kinda eating at her. I DONT HAVE A NAME FOR THE SHIP(s), nothing too important or flashy. i dont think shed work on galaxy class or w/e the family ships are.

in re: time duration of things in general for the arc???: current influencers are like:::::::: its not enough time to where starfleet's concerned to go look for them in the DQ, but they havent contacted starfleet in a while (maybe the mission called for "comm silence") but regardless, it doesnt sit well with philippa. it also has to be enough time for amelia's ship to like, get out to the DQ for their mission, for things to go wrong, for her to take charge, for the ship to MAYBE??? be destroyed (hmmm put a pin here maybe theyll need the ship to transport crew……), for the crew to get separated/captured/enslaved/killed, for amelia to try and survive on her own, for her to get captured by the Kazon and eventually rise in status to command alongside Sessen,,,, develop their friendship,,,,, they seem a little friendship platonic with benefits to me,,, might change my mind on that idk. ANYWAY enough time for their Kazon sect to fall apart/be defeated, sessen to die, have a few months of amelia nomadically wandering the DQ again and be slightly pregnant (can be four months, can be less if u wanna heck w/ gestation) my brain wants to guess around a year???, just cuz i dont wanna waste too much time on this arc when i gotta shove philippa into command track and CAPTAIN. and it'd be like another year of philippa searching for her by the time theyre reunited.

Maje name for Amelia? not sure if id wanna do that or not, seems like something she'd adopt and then disinherit when she loses everything she built with the Kazon sect her and Sessen were in

Jace was the only one philippa confided in about leaving to go find her sister. given she's an experimental shuttle test pilot we were thinking she'd help Philippa steal a confidential secret spacecraft Starfleet's been making. :) Not super sure what all is quirky and secret and special about it rn but ITS SOMETHIN.

Not super sure what happens to the rest of Amelia’s starship crew? If any of them are found, how do they get home? PUTTING A PIN IN THAT ONE, i see a few possibilities but nothing super uuuuuh Solid haha. YEAH I DONT KNOW HOW EXACTLY IM GONNA GO ABOUT THE CREW,,,,, but i figure thats probably A GOAL TO HAVE. i figure for sure amelia's captain is dead and it put her in that command position and she didnt like it and everything went amuck under her leadership blah blah blah i was thinking like, maybe if philippa has this experimental spacecraft this whole time, maybe she ends up using that, giving it to the crew to get home at some point,,,, but IM NOT SURE, seems like things could get overpopulated rather quickly, i also figure a lot of them are dead,,,,,,,,,,,,, id have to think about what weird quirky dangerous things you could do with a classified starfleet ship. ANOTHER IDEA is that maybe Amelia's crew's starship is crashlanded somewhere, and like, its abandoned, but as Philippa and Ed find more crew members, they start getting more and more people to work on repairing the ship??? maybe they use the lil craft Philippa stole to get around, but most of them are on this crummy planet working on the ship while Philippa and Ed are out searching for more of them??? i dunno haha.

in re: how Ed meets up with Philippa out in the DQ: one idea id had was maybe theyd meet in an alien bazaar or something, Philippa getting into trouble because shes secretly carrying a starfleet comm badge to communicate and gets captured or something bc the locals hate Voyager, Ed gets her out and they escape together.

Amelia finding out she’s pregnant while she’s still with the Kazon and Sessen, just ‘cause I think they’d talk about raising baby by Kazon standards and tradition and talk about the importance of names. I think "Sessen" would have been the name Seska gave him when he was born and then he kept it rather than earning an adult name for himself, Amelia has a weird history with her name as well. She’s nervous about raising their son here, but buries those fears underneath the assurance that they’re together.

I was thinking that in the time after Amelia loses Sessen and escapes the other Kazon sects and everything that she'd kinda just drift from place to place trying to survive making ends meet doing weird jobs and trying to stay hidden. Philippa and Ed find Amelia temporarily living on a planet or in a cluster of asteroids as a space racer maybe? She’s like a little visibly preggers…

philippa midwifing for her sister as a field medic who hasnt delivered a baby but she like Kinda knows what shes doing

Maybe they have to find the rest of the lost crew, takes long enough for Amelia to have her baby and Philippa to midwife and everything?

i was yearning thinking about how likeeee theyd still be mad at each other over what all has transpired and probably are fighting while Amelia's like mid-labor lol. she has a weird lil alien boy that kathryn ends up ADORING and smothering a lot as his grandmother haha. im not really sure how it would transpire,,,, but its got me pondering today if maybe philippa convinces her to come home bc of her lil babyyyy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like theyre out in the delta quadrant and they both have their own little damages and hurts from their shared childhood spent out in this here and just being like "this is no place to raise a child, this isnt our home" or SOMETHING but IM NOT SURE ON THAT ONE only cuz obviously ppl DO raise their kids in the DQ lololol,,,,,,,,,,, PUT A PIN IN IT

Amelia's baby name Sekh? Maybe Sek… dont want anything directly connected to Amelia's family.

in re: how old they all are during this arc lmao::::: idk how early you can make lieutenant commander tbH id revolve this whole plot realistically around that bc my current idea has it that its her first time "commanding" a ship and things go badly and she chooses to remain lost and not try and find a way home.

Amelia still wears her “war trophy” feathers, maybe one of them is Sessen’s

in re: Ed's thoughts about Suspiria dying::: i think Ed has a very unique perspective on life and death, going around studying other cultures' religions, i think both him and her would have an understanding and acceptance of things by the end of their time together. like suspiria's EFFECTIVELY the last of her kind; string theory ends with all of the Nacene "ascending" and Suspiria is presumed dead so shes not there the entire book. and LIKE, my idea with that is just that shes unknowingly searching for her people to no avail the whole time. :^) anyway Ed and Suspiria's WHOLE THING is finding weird little alien short term solutions to help keep Suspiria alive so she can return and replenish herself in the nacene realm Exosia,,, which unbeknownst to her is impossible now hohoho :3c I DIGRESS THOUGH ed's perspective on it likeeeeee i think he'd miss her but also be happy for her in a weird way that she was finally ready to move on from grasping onto life and all that. :^) dark kermit me wants to have her die protecting/saving Amelia's hypothetical baby boy but I DUNNOOOOOOOO hehe :3

Philippa and Amelia inevitably returning home to Starfleet with the remaining crew members of Amelia’s ship. Starfleet pardons Philippa for stealing a classified experimental shuttle (that Jace helped her steal) maybe Amelia (and Philippa?) is/are offered a promotion? Amelia ends up declining and resigning from Starfleet, maybe Philippa gets promoted to Lieutenant? Starfleet presumes it was more of Amelia’s doing in getting her crew home. :( Amelia corrects the error :)

#I RAN OUT OF CHARACTERS HAHA I DIDNT KNOW U COULD DO THAT HDJKHFDJKDF #threshold au #imma reblog this with more PENSIVE U____U not much more tho

[tinytinybumblebee]

Okay okay okay i dont know if you already covered this idea before but i here's whats keeping my mind-

Puppy regressor Stu--

After his turning the werewolf pack took him in and treat him like their pup when he's regressed. Stu regresses to XS (v tiny bapy) so usually he's very clingy and shy but he's notorious for biting/chewing on everything.

The first time the vamp house 'babysits' him is after a particularly tough full moon. The pack was exhausted and had to check up on some things, and with Stu's sleeping schedule getting messed up they knew better than to drag their pup around. Though they were hasitant to leave their pup behind, they chose their best pick and asked the vamps to look after him for the night.

Vlad and Deacon agreed to take him in because, after all, everyone loves Stu- even if he's a stinky werewolf now. They decided that it'll be a great opportunity to have a little playdate for Stu and Viago.

When the werewolves came to drop off their pup in the evening, Vlad went to wake up Viago while Deacon stayed with the pack in awkward silence, like a group of patents waiting to pick up their kids from a field trip.

Attempts at small talk are being made but they mostly are mostly failed with the best conversations being between Deacon and Anthon-

Deacon: soo how's it like parenting a small werewolf..? Anything i should know? Dont know much about pups and all that. I consider myself more of a cat person if im being honest-

Anthon: i thought you were a bat person

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When the pack finally leaves Stu with the vamps, the tiny starts squirming and trying to hide himself because he's not with the pack, he's not sure whats happening and he's small. But after Viago settles next to him and snuggles in a still half asleep state Stu relaxes.

The two littles hold on to each other comfortably while Viago is showing off all of his toys and the caregivers try to figure out which of the foods in Stu's backpack is the right meal.

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Before dawn Anthon returns to pick up his little with a sour face, because he realized that leaving Stu with vampires means that he's gonna sleep all day and run around at night. The pack might not get much sleep, but at least their pup has fun.

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Okay yeah, sorry i forgot where i was going with this but the idea is baby Stu. I wanted to spill some ideas but ... yeah......

AAAAAA?????? OH MY GOODNESS,???? YOYR BRAIN IS SO GALAXY AND AMAZING 🥺💕💕💕💕

Oh my goodness though yes!!!!!!! Stu is the pack's wolf pup! He's new to this and Anton and the others sure as heck are gonna fiercely protect their tiny pup!! Even if that means leaving him with vampires to keep himb safe!

Awww Nick is probably busy at his job so he's not able to babysit his bestie, but, Vlad and the gang are the next best thing♡♡

Wheezing at Anton and Deacon making awkward small talk- Anton definitely ruffles Stu's hair and tells him to be a good pup and have fun, that they'll be back to hear about his adventures with the vampires ♡♡♡♡

And YESSSS Tiny Viago wants Stu to feel as safe and happy as he can! So he shares alll his toys with Stu, not even complaining when Stu chews on them!! But oh my gosh, Vlad and Deacon trying to figure out how on earth to cook the foods for Stu- because you know those two haven't cooked ANYTHING in centuries xD but, they do their best and, Stu doesn't complain so, they call that a job well done!

Viago totally holds Stu hand and brings him to his room so they can play! He totally giggles that tiny Stu's favourite game is "Viago throws the toy across the room and Stu dives to get and bring back" which, makes Vlad and Deacon coo (and also keep a close eye on them so neither get hurt with their games)

Anton totally has to pick Stu up, poor pup is completely worn out from all the fun he had! And Vlad has Viago in his arms too because it's getting close to his bedtime- so, two sleepy babies aaaa ;w;

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #sfw #mailbox #wwdits

[aro-aizawa]

Okay I know it's very last minute but I have some requests for Whumptober 🥺 Day 6, ransom video, Edward Elric - Day 7, shaking hands, Zuko - Day 8, back from the dead, Marinette. And no pressure if any of them don't vibe with you/are too last-minute because I will for sure have more requests soon and I'm sure something will 😂 plus I'm already very excited for what I see has already been chosen, especially 4 and 28 👀 Anyway good luck with it this year!! I'm going to try too but probably w/ original stuff so it won't be up on AO3 or anything. But I'm going to be commenting on everything for sure (at least everything for my fandoms, so ATLA, MLB, & FMA, and maybe possibly DP too) and I can't wait to see what you do with the prompts this year!!

ooo these are something!! and dw abt it being a bit late, i've been seriously getting behind on working on my prompts lol. it's amazing i've even managed to finish three of them (so the first three days are looking good lmao)

i have no idea if these'll end up getting used as i have a p full block already and my writing inspo is always as random as spinning a wheel like fifty times and throwing out all the options that don't feel right before giving up and coming back another day lol

the only one that i know i won't be doing (sorry) is day 8!! im currently working on that one now bc i had a big galaxy brain breakthrough on that last night and im excited for this one ahah

#shut up danni #wwjacksparrowd #whumptober 2022 #but you are right to look forwards to 4!!! #im really gonna be going all out on my ml whump huh? #i have NO clue if im gonna get round to day 28 rip #i'd definitely like to!! ideally i'll be able to get through all of it or at least the prompts that spark ideas #idk why but i've mostly been so proud/excited for my ml whump esp #day 1 is a whopper i swear #obligatory tumblr mobile sucks for alerting to asks apology

[nevertheless-moving]

Star Wars Time Travel AU #13: Broken Fight AU

At the end of Ben & Vader’s climactic death star duel, the robe drops, obi wan enters the force, and Vader is filled with crippling loneliness and regret that you can feel a galaxy away. That…interacts with Obi-Wan’s ascension. Vader grabs on to his master’s spirit, grabs on to his regret, and refuses to let anything go

Obi-Wan lets go of his mortal coil. He tries to shake off everything else, but regret is overpowering everything. Vader keeps a grip on Obi-Wan as they enter the force together with screeching disharmony. The universe writhes at the intrusion and ultimately ejects them both. In the pain and chaos, they cling to each other. 

The force spits them out 20 years in the past

They wake up in their younger bodies and not only do we get that sweet what the FUCK just happened time travel angst

but literally the last thing they were doing was fighting to the death

as much as i love the thought of some horrified bystanders, im going to say they’re alone because while this au is about angst, even more than that its about MAXIMIZING confusion so everyone has to try and uncluster this fuck with as little helpful info as possible

this is basically a star wars time travel fix-it with the angstiest possible candidates taken at the worst possible moment where they will still have the motivation, knowledge, and power to eventually figure out some common goals and successfully work together 

General’s Kenobi and Skywalker were out on some jedi side mission

they pass out

wake up and Skywalker IMMEDIATELY starts trying to murder Obi-Wan because that is his default stress response 

Obi-Wan is bewildered because didn’t he already die? is this force hell?

Vader chops his masters LEG off because see how you like it huh how how about your HAND too and then later how about i do the REST and then maybe I can set you on FIRE and leave you t- to- haa

and he collapses because i love loosingletters mtttau (go check it out!) and am lovingly borrowing the idea that Vader has just. forgotten how to breathe.

cody calls to check in at this point and Obi-Wan’ is in medical and emotional shock so picks up the comm like:

“Oh hey Cody! Wow its been ages how are you doing”

“We’re...fine here sir, just checking in on you and General Skywalker, we were expecting you back at camp 10 minutes ago”

“Ah give a moment. Anakin? Anakin its Cody, would you like to talk to him? Sorry Cody, he’s still not breathing. If he keeps this up I imagine he’ll be brain dead within the next, ohm 3 minutes or so. Got to say, none of this is going how i expected but thats the force for you, huh? Mysterious.”

“Sir! Are you under attack? I’m sending backup to your location, are there other hostiles we should be aware of? Are you injured?”

“Its just me and my padawan, no one else to worry about. I’m fine. Well, my right leg and my left hand are a bit less attached to my body than im used to but i’m pretty sure im already dead so im trying not to focus on that. Anyway Cody everything’s started to go black and i just want to say im not mad ok? im so sorry and i forgive you, ok? Tell the rest of the 212th for me please? Toodles!”

“General?!”

and then they realize they’re in the past and padme is still alive and the jedi are still alive and Anakin isn’t constant agony but his brain is still compensating so he gets a bit of a serotonin which helps smooth out his mood as we go forward

everyone else is just terrified because what sort of Sith could have so wounded Master Kenobi and messed with Knight Skywalker’s head enough that he temporarily forgot how to breathe?!?

And Vader already killed Obi-Wan once and really didn’t enjoy the feeling of a universe without him as much as he thought he would so he’s not really keen to let him vanish into thin air again so naturally just:

“If you even think about betraying me I will begin killing everyone you’ve ever known, starting with the youngest and ending with Yoda. If you leave my line of sight for over (1) one minute I will assume you are betraying me.”

Obi-Wan of course, can’t kill Vader, or bring himself to hurt him again. Honestly, the jedi are alive, the republic is standing, the clones are themselves, and Vader’s skin is thriving. Standing next to Anakin every single moment for the rest of their lives to discreetly remind him not to murder people? Less of a hardship, more of a recurring guilty fantasy.

#star wars #time travel #star wars au #my au #star wars au no 13 #broken fight au #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #angst #sw

[izusun]

I'M GALAXY BRAINING HERE

Imagine one day, out of the blue, a new vigilante pops up in Musutafu. He's practically a fucking cryptid: no one knows anything about him except that he runs around and apprehends criminals super fast. For the sake of convention, they call him Mothman.

Mothman is the most elusive vigilante who is somehow involved in almost everything despite never actually being seen at crime scenes. The only reason that the police actually know he's the one apprehending people is because he's taken to laying a spider lily as his calling card. They've even tried raiding suspicious warehouses and abandoned buildings, but it's either empty or there's the remains of a base and they just miss him. Mothman seems to be always active at night, never taking a break despite the fact that several times there has been blood at the scene.

Also notably, orphans and children in abusive situations just start going missing (including Eri, don't @ me). Along with stray cats.

Eventually, after a few years and no leads, the police just give up on trying to stop Mothman and just accept that Musutafu has a local cryptid. One that especially likes fucking with the police because he will pull pranks. No one ever sees him do it, but they all know it's him.

Then one day, Eraserhead is lucky and catches a fight between Mothman and some thugs near the end of the night. Mothman finishes the fight cleanly but got shot, so he heads back home and Eraserhead follows him, quite confused when they enter the subway tunnels.

A long path through the abandoned subway tunnels later, Eraserhead finds the missing children, cats, and Mothman. Turns out his real name's Midoriya Izuku, he's quirkless, about fourteen-fifteen, and he's the adoptive father of these children now.

Long story short, Midoriya Izuku, vigilante name "Mothman", is Musutafu's cryptid. Thank you for coming to my TED talk-

- Goblin anon

I LOVE THIS!!

ok but wouldn’t it be so funny that like midoriya calls himself peter pan (because he takes the kids away and yadda yadda) but the media calls him MOTHMAN??? IM IN TEARS IMAGINING HIS REACTION

aizawa’s the one who was able to crack the case so he’s the one who basically tells midoriya that they call him mothman.

just imagine quirkless fourteen year old midoriya hearing about this elusive mothman targeting kids so he makes sure that the kids he saves are not going to be mothman’s targets. he doubles his efforts to help abused kids escape before mothman could come and abduct them. he makes sure that his lair is safe and hidden and away from any potential danger.

then aizawa fucking arrives and explains to him that he’s mothman.

“i’m protecting them, can’t you see? they’re not safe at their homes and then there’s this serial kidnapper who’s going around stealing kids! what- what if i’m late? what if i can’t help the kids who need help? that’s why i’m here! that’s why peter pan is here!”

“kid, you’re mothman.”

“…excuse me?”

-:-

small mothman midoriya hc:

he specifically fucks with tsukauchi’s station. at first it used to be to really just fuck with them but when he realized that he can rely on them, he uses them as his extension.

his weapons are designed to have specific ammunitions (i.e. he has a flamethrower once, then a freezeray or something. it’s so that he can throw off his pursuers by giving them a fake quirk to work with. he makes them believe that he has many quirks.)

it almost backfired once because they thought he’s afo’s kin

nezu reviewed his movements once and theorized that he could be quirkless. the committee board scrapped his idea but nezu passed the information on aizawa and it’s what helped aizawa actually narrow down midoriya enough.

they use him as bedtime stories. it actually gets scarier when some children do in fact go missing

the story goes “sometimes they say if children leave their lamps on at night, mothman comes to them and takes them.” (a tactic to have kids sleep without lights). well it became a code for SOS. midoriya (mothman) gravitates towards bedrooms with lights turned on because he associated it with kids asking for help.

#goblin anon #ask #midoriya: ahahaha im peter pan #the media: MOTHMAN #aizawa listening to midoriya justify his vigilante deeds as he calls himself peter pan: …last time i checked you dont go by peter pan #midoriya izuku #vigilante deku #quirkless deku #bnha #mha #aizawa shouta #naomasa tsukauchi #long post

[the-wee-woo-royal]

Second Halloween

Renegades Ship Weew #2 l Maxpie - Trick or Treating (Nov. 9, 2021)

This is so damn late and i'm so sorry! It was a mix of forgetting and not being able to write but either way I did it! Finally! and per usual i am the ruler of cheesy endings bc i smol brain

I'm gonna tag who i said i would -again, sorry for being hella late :'):

@renegades-ship-weeks @obsidianfr3sk @greenalmond @dt-everwoods @galaxy-creationz @healing-winston-pratt @theonepersonalwayslate (im sorry but yours wont pop up, I hope you see this!)

Without further ado... adoe...

Here's my fic (under cut) :)

“How about we go as Lilo and Stitch?”

“No.”

Max groaned and rolled his eyes, “Eves, you gotta stop shutting down my ideas.” Margaret rolled her eyes back, “You don't get it! This is gonna be my first like… fun, Halloween. I want it to be perfect.”

Max threw his hands up, “Umm, this is my second Halloween not in a box. I think I know what you're talking about.”

Maggie reached for the plate in front of them and threw a carrot at him, “Shouldn't we consider four people costumes because of your friends… umm… the gem and the metal?”

“Jade and Sterling.”

“Yeah, those two.”

Max shook his head, “They're doing some twin costume.” He was with them a few days ago helping them decide on a costume. The decision to the late had been between Mario and Luigi and two characters from a game he’d never played. It's been days and they still hadn't decided. It was pretty hilarious to watch them think and argue.

Max was about to bring up another idea, one Margaret would undoubtedly shut down, but his Pops came into his room.

He was dressed in his formal Dread Warden costume for some reason, “Hey, kiddos. Your dad and I have to run to an urgent meeting. Adrian should be here in a couple of minutes. Make sure you listen to him and such.” He then crossed the room quickly to give Max a quick hug and nodded and smiled at Maggie.

Max’s eyes followed his pops on the way out, “How about-”

“No.”

Max and Margaret stared at each other for a moment, “You don't even know what I was going to say.” He said. The corner of her lip raised slightly, Maggie cleared her throat and deepened her voice slightly, “How about we do Captain Chromium and the Dread Warden for Halloween?”

Max scoffed, “It's clever.”

“It's not clever if half the world does the same thing every year.”

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Hugh and Simon Everhart-Westwood were unbelievable. Inconceivable. Impossible.

Like… Max was old enough to go trick or treating with his friends in his own freaking neighborhood by themselves.

Currently, Max was face first, corpse pose, on the couch. Groaning ever once in a while. For effect of course. Though his plan didn't seem to be working, since his Dad took any mind to it.

He tilted his head slightly to speak and be heard, “What if we have a tracker on us at all times? Then can we go alone?” He said, partly sarcastic.

Hugh snorted, not looking up from the paper he was reading, “We're part of the government, son. We can track you through anything.”

“That only betters my point. I can't get kidnapped and killed if you're watching me.”

His dad sighed and said nothing.

Damn.

There were a few more moments of silence.

Hugh sighed once more and Max looked up. His dad finally met his eyes, “I'll talk with your Pops. Maybe we can… set a boundary.”

Max sat up fast but Hugh held up a hand, “Don’t get your hopes up. I never said yes and neither has Simon.”

Max nodded along but Hugh could tell his words were going in one ear and out the other by the huge smile on his face.

Hugh went back to his paper and Max ran off with his phone.

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In all seriousness Hugh actually thought Simon would be on board with some convincing.

Yeah… Hell no.

“I, we, told him no, Hugh. You know as well as I what can happen at night. On Halloween night, ” Simon huffed, walking out of the bathroom wearing his pajamas. He then went to lay down and Hugh followed suit. They faced each other, both wearing frowns on their faces. Hugh tried to reason once more, “we cant shelter the boy too much, my love.”

“We're not sheltering him. Max is only 12, he's just not old enough yet.”

Simon flipped on his back, “Were supposed to be a united front, Hugh. You can't take a decision we made together and change it. Because when we tell him no, I'm gonna be the bad dad that has to put his foot down.”

Hugh reached over and caressed his husband's cheek, “That's not what I was trying to do. I'm sorry. It's just time has made me see differently.”

Simon huffed and said nothing.

Hugh continued, his voice light to try and get his point across nicely, “They’re going in a group. I think if we give them a boundary and make Max promise to keep his phone on and answer immediately it will be just fine. We know the neighbors relatively well.” Hugh defended, he then paused, “Hey, If Max goes alone then that means we’ll be home alone, with Adrian going to that party and all” Simon turned his head to Hugh, with an eyebrow raised as Hugh continued with a sly smile forming on his face, “Scary R-Rated Movie Marathon?”

Simon bit his lip, “Fuck it.” He shook his head and laughed, though it was a little strained “Scary R-Rated Movie Marathon!”

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Max hurried to put on his shoes as the doorbell echoed across the large house. When he made his way downstairs he heard the sound of his Pop's voice, the tone was concerning but he could tell he was trying to mask it with a lighthearted tone.

“... and don't eat any candy before inspecting it first. There are some sikos out there that take advantage of this holiday to try and hurt kids. You should've seen the razor phase, grown adults slipped razor blades into kids chocolates and so many kids got hurt. Then there were the literal killer clowns…” Max was about to intervene, he nor Maggie didn't need to hear his Pop's Halloween dangers rant again, but his Dad appeared from what seemed like thin air and put his arms around him, “Don't scare the children, Love.” Simon sighed as Dad turned to them, “I was you kids here by ten. It's 7 now, 3 hours. Home. by. 10. Suggest a little earlier so you don't miss it.”

He turned his head to speak with Max only, “The sleepover is still happening, correct?”

Max smiled and nodded, “Yup, it's just us,” he motioned to himself and Maggie, “and Jade and Sterling.”

Hugh nodded and kissed his husband's cheek, who sighed deeply.

There was a moment of slight awkward silence before they heard the familiar voice of the twins approaching.

Max gave his Dads a hug before heading to the door, “Bye, we'll be safe.”

“You better.” Simon said, hugging him tight.

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Jade and Sterling chose Mario and Luigi, which was funny, and Max and Margaret went with Joker and Harley Quinn.

The great thing about living in a rich neighborhood is that the people can waste their money to get the good stuff. Currently in their bags were multiple king and jumbo sized bars and family sized bags of stuff. It had only been an hour and their bags were nearly full.

“I think we scored for the rest of the dang year!” Sterling said, shoving candy into his mouth.

The rest of them agreed, walking toward the next house. They shoved the candy inside, as well as the could with it nearly overflowing.

"I think we're done, guys," Max spoke, setting his heavy bag on the floor.

Jade set him down too, "Yeah, I agree… but we still have so much time left."

Margret chuckled slowly, earning everyone's attention, "Hear me out… what if we went to the old Anarchist Tunnels? What's better than going to that spooky place on Halloween?"

Max laughed unironically, "That wellllll out of boundary. Plus, those collapsed."

"Since the council wants to create a new subway system, they cleared the rubble. The train cars and some of the anarchists stuff is still down there. Everything's banged up but it's pretty cool."

The twins seemed on border with the ideas but Max was quite hesitant.

"We're not allowed to leave the boundary. Especially to go there. My dad would literally kill me. Bye bye Max."

The three kids ganged up.

"It's not even far. We'd be there and back before our time was up." Maggie said, picking up her bag. The twins did the same thing, Jade pulling on Max's jacket to follow.

Max sighed, the battle lost, "fine."

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The walk there wasn't too long since Maggie knew a lot of shortcuts. Max was nervous the entire way, he looked over every corner twice, thinking one of his dads would appear to bust them.

Jade nudged his shoulder against Max's "Chill, dude. For all they know we're stuffing our faces about to collapse into a sugar coma."

"Just almost...." Sterling groaned, shoving yet another empty wrapper back into his bag.

The group laughed and Max eased just a little. When they reached the entrance to the abandoned subway Maggie didn't hesitate walking into the pitch black darkness. When she noticed the boys had stopped she laughed, "Oh woman up, let’s go." And then turned on her heels, leading the way.

Luckily his Pops made them all bring flashlights, so they were able to navigate through the uneven tunnels.

"I thought you said they cleared the rubble." Jade said after the third time tripping over tripping overall rock.

Margret huffed, "Well it's better than being completely filled in."

There were a few moments of silent walking before someone yelped, making them all jump.

“Sorry,” Max stuttered, “I think a rat went over my foot.”

Jade sighed, “As fun as this is. Yeah… fun. I don't think there's anything special down here.”

Maggie matched his disdain, “Maybe the Renegades did clear everything…”

The boys stopped and stared at her, “Hey, I went with what I heard, Ok?”

“The curiosity did kill the cat. And there is a lot that could kill you down here, at least if it's the same as when I was your age.”

The kids jumped and clumped together at the sound of the voice.

“Wha-”

“But when your daddy's heart of this, I'm guessing the monsters down here are your best bet.” The mysterious person continued, stepping into their light.

Max relaxed, “Nova,” he sighed.

“You scared us,” Sterling exclaimed, “Why the mysterious intro?”

Max answered for her, “That's just Nova being Nova.” He then turned to her, “Please don't tell my dads.”

She raised an eyebrow, “I won't. But when they check why the trespassing alert was sent to us, which is why I’m here, they will definitely find out.”

Max put his head in his hands, “Nooooo.”

Margret huffed, “Can't you just wave it away. Say it was nothing.”

Nova smiled, “I guess I could. If you do something for me.”

Max looked up quickly, “Anything. Literally anything.”

“All your Smarties.”

The four looked at the girl with wide eyes. “Like… the candy?” Jade said slowly.

Nova nodded.

The kids agreed as they followed Nova back to her car. She drove them back to the mansion, letting them out a black away so it wasn't suspicious.

“The footage is basically already taken care of, as far as anyone is concerned it was just some workers that took a wrong turn.”

The kids thanked her, she did a U-turn and yelled out the window, “I expect my candy! You can't find smarties in stores anymore!”

The kids speedwalked the rest of the way, letting out a sigh of relief when they got into the house.

“Dads, we’re home!”

There was no answer so Max went into the living room as his friends made their way to his room. Peeking his head in, he saw the Netflix stuck on the ‘Continue Watching’ and his Dad’s cuddled together asleep.

They didn't need to know. He hoped they never would.

Maggie tiptoed toward Max and tapped him on the shoulder, “We’re starting a movie in your room.”

Max turned and followed his friend, pausing outside his room. “Maggie,” she turned, “the anarchist tunnels were actually a good idea. Thanks for the spoopy experience.”

She smiled and nudged his shoulder with her own, “Oh don't be cheesy.”

This is such a great second Halloween.

.

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A/N: Fun fact- The part about literal killer clowns and razors in candy is true. And thats not even scratching the surface on what goes around near me. Yes i said near me.

Goodbye.

#rsw2 #renegades ship week 2 #maxpie #fanfic #humon #renegades #reneghouls #my post #my fanfic #second halloween #renegades trilogy

[franeridart]

Anon said: Would you draw SukuFushi? (Sukuna x Fushiguro)

maybe? *thinking face* if I ever got an idea for it, why not. I find sukuna’s obsession with fushiguro entertaining so I don’t count fanarts for it as impossible haha

Anon said: I looked and I couldn't find if you've answered this already, so apologies if you did, but how do you draw your faces? I always struggle with face shape and yours are always super good with really expressive features! Anyway, thanks so much I love your art <3

HMMMMMMMM how do I do that indeed, the basics are honestly what you’d find on any basic tutorial about drawing a face (circle, cross in the middle of it, build the face around that - I really still can’t avoid that step and probably never will). As for the expressions, to be honest with you my way of going about them is thinking them up in emoji/kaomoji form first and then go from there. Emojis and kaomojis have to simplify expressions to the max since it’s such a simple format, right? But they’re still super expressive and convey exactly what they’re trying to say with one single glance, so using them as some kind of reference sheet has helped me a lot in figuring out what’s essential to express what I’m trying to say - still working on it though! I’m rarely satisfied with my expressions, they really do make or break a drawing don’t they............ you never stop learning, I guess!

Anon said:  Ahhhhhhh I just spent like hrs scrolling thru ur oc tag and they’re all amazing I love them so much but I keep confusing the everloving SHIT out of myself cuz I too have a child who is Leo and he’s literally so different from ur Leo lol. Anyway tho ur art is amazing and it honestly just makes me so happy so ty and hope have a good day!!

OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY LEO! It’d been forever since I’ve last drawn him, I kind of miss him............... glad you like my stuff, by the way! Especially about you liking my ocs, that means the world to me!

Anon said: hi there !!! i was wondering if i had ur permission to ur ur itafushi art in one of my edits ! i wanted to be sure before using it <3 total respect if its a no !! thankyouuuu

Sorry but I’d prefer if you didn’t do that!

Anon said:THERES A OCTOPATH TRAVELER LIGHT NOVEL AND ITS SO COOL BUT ITS ONLY IN JAPANEESE ! ;^;There's four stories with centered around pairs of characters and alfion is one of them !Idk if itll be transleted but i hope itll be cuz it sound awesome

OH I KNOW!!!!!!! I saw the art for the alfion one a while back, it looks so soft!!!! ;;;;; 8path is kinda niche as a game though, so who knows.............. let’s cross our fingers!!

Anon said:  hello, i am here to recc Skeletons by New Years Day because i think it might fit a few of your ships<3

Thanks anon now I’m emo ;;;;;

Anon said: bakubro gives the best hugs. kirishima is the only one who knows this. everyone is absolutely incredulous when the question "who gives the best hugs" goes around and kirishima answers bakugo. (bakugo thinks kirishima is the best but he benefits from kirishima bodily hugging him and he's biased)

Definitely!! He’s strong and warm after all, bet hugging him would feel the best.... the only one who shall ever know is kiri though, as I bet his hugs are only that nice when he really likes the person he’s hugging hahaha

Anon said: Hi! Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your JJK art! The colors and style are absolutely stunning.

Thank you so much!!!!!!! I feel like I’m mostly drawing for myself lately ngl hahaha so knowing you like it means a lot!!

Anon said: Hi!! This isn't a request I just really like your art! I found you from Pinterest on a kiribaku thing you drew! Your art is so cool! I wish I could draw like that!!! I'll keep looking for new art you've made :D

Aw pinterest.......................... glad you could find your way back here though!! And thank you!!

Anon said: This happened a while ago, but i wanted to say it anyway. I remember when I started watching jujutsu kaisen and I was looking for content arter finishing the first 10 episodes in less than a day and I found your first jujutsu kaisen post (it was posted that dame day) and i was like ???? One of my favorite artists got into jk at the same time than me!!! I just thought it was a neat coincedence to share! I really love your art too, you're amazing!! Happy New Year!!

It’s!!!!!!!!!!!! a pretty dang neat coincidence for me too, since it’s always nice to know at least some of my followers are still into the stuff I make hahahaha

Anon said: i think a lot abt ur art and how ive been seeing u since middle school and now im graduating highschool and we're still in the same fandoms, i hope this doesnt make u feel old but rather VERY cherished qwq

No anon this makes me feel amazing you’ve been around so long!!!!!!! I can’t believe you’re still here with my thank you so much for that!!!!!! I think I’m gonna cry a little here.......... ;;;

Anon said: Hi! I love your art so much!! 🥰 Have you read a KiriBaku fic called The Pit??

Probably not, haven’t been reading krbk fics in a while by now! I’ll add it to my for-later list, thank you so much for the rec!!

Anon said: can u believe that (sans sero) the entire bakusquad can be put into some form of punk/goth fashion? the realization was a galaxy brain moment for me. also realizing that tokoyami, kirishima, and tamaki are all varying levels of goth/emo (some more concerning than others)

Sero’s the hippie friend every punk friend group needs, he balances things out and that’s why he’s very cherished and necessary!!!!

Anon said: your bakugo drawings convinced me to finally start stretching my ears and tbh i'm extremely excited (i've had off and on thoughts of stretching my ears (again) before this so it's not as impulsive as it sounds haha)

Anon that’s so cool!!!!!!! I love gauges so much.....................glad I could give you the last push for it!!

Anon said: uhhhh, i love the style of that top left goge drawing dude!!

THANK YOU I LOVE DRAWING IN THAT STYLE THIS ASK MEANS THE UNIVERSE TO ME

Anon said: i sent the dragon!kiri and bakugo tug-of-waring over a piece of meat and honestly your response is exactly what i thought

Great minds!!!!!!! hahaha

#fran answers #*posts this pretending most of these asks aren't over a month old* #whassup

[povcherry]

The Love Test | DNF

Dream and George take a test to see if they are in love with their best friend

The intense red text was prominent on his screen. Frustratingly, the one time Dream agrees to playing bedwars with George and Hypixel is down.

Dream lent back in his chair, hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. His room was dark, the only light shone from his monitors. Patches wrapped around his legs. A deep sigh left George, as he lay his head on his desk in exasperation, an empty subway wrapper by his face, the time on his monitor read 2:17 am, yet he wasn't tired. After being on calls almost consecutively with Dream for essentially a year, he had managed to sync his sleep schedule up with him, already in Florida time prepared for when he goes to live with Dream and Sapnap.

George was disheartened. He was looking forward to playing with Dream. They were both normally either too tired or busy editing or working to go on minecraft for fun, and not just for a YouTube video. But now that they couldn't play bedwars, they were bored and unsure of what to do. They only called each other so that they could play minecraft, but that wasn't an option anymore.

"What do you want to do now then?" Dream asks, his voice far away from the mic, so much so that George nearly missed what he said. He hesitated, staring at Dreams discord profile picture light up.

"We could..." He stalled, drawing out his words. He wasn't the best at making decisions, he was much to indecisive. "Do you want to stream GeoGuessr?" He suggested, silently hoping Dream would say no. He didn't really want to do anything, only talk to Dream for hours on end.

"Not really. My brain is too slow for that level of concentration." That earned a giggle from George, putting a small smile on Dreams face. He loved that sound. "How about we go in my merch vc? Me and ni- Sapnap had fun last time just listening to music?"

George was hesitant. The last time he went in Dreams merch voice call was during the sleep over with Sapnap and Dream. That ended up in a disaster of butterflies and George having to turn his phone off for a couple of hours just to distract himself from the 'dreamnotfound' mayhem they had caused yet again on twitter. He felt giddy just thinking about it, Dream whispering into the mic, loudly cursing when George beat him at 8ball. It made him dizzy thinking about it... thinking about him.

George didn't hate it though- the attention from Dream and the fans. Despite all the jokes and innuendos that they both do to mess with their fans, George knew there was some truth to it all. A deeper meaning to being called an idiot. The endearing term that Dream loved to use oh so much. George felt fluttery, wanting to be called an idiot at this moment.

"George?" He had been silent for a while, reminiscing.

"What would we do on there?"

"Just talk. Or listen to music. Whatever you want to do, George".

Without thinking, George clicked onto the icon for Dreams server. "Do you need to add me to the call?" He asked, unsure about how the podcasts worked.

"Yeah, I need to quickly tell my mods to open it first."

Within minutes, they where in the call, hundreds of people pouring in immediately, spamming the chat with things like 'GEORGE?!' and blue and green hearts. George stifled a giggle, nerves taking over him. Despite doing streams for a living with tens of thousands of people watching him, there was something more intimate with calling Dream in a private server.

"Hello" Dream broke the silence, welcoming all the fans. He chuckled, looking at the chat, "Yes, George is here today. Hypixel was down and we had nothing to do"

"Hi" George was unsure what to say, scratching his neck in awkwardness. It wasn't this weird when he was streaming. At least then they had a plan and chat was relatively easy to read. He was doubtful that this call would end well, what with his ignorance to some innuendos and jokes involving DreamNotfound.

"We thought we would just pop on here. We're kind of bored." Dream stated, unable to see what people where spamming in the #podcast chat. "I can't see what you guys are saying, i'll probably just read my twitch chat."

Half an hour passed and George was getting hungry and bored, nothing eventful had really happened so far except for Dream explaining his setup and chat freaking out over his galaxy mouse pad.

"I want food but all that's in my fridge is butter... oh and the BTS sauces and... uhm expired milk" George complained, looking through his fridge while still on the call.

Dream chucked, "Why do you have expired milk in your fridge?"

"Not the point, I just want food"

"Well get some food then" Dream counteracted. George sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting back down in his chair. His stomach rumbled loudly, calling out to his hunger.

"I'm going to order McDonald's." And with that George muted his mic, found the McDonald's number and ordered his food, in the background, he could hear Dream.

"Should i do a quiz?... yeah? Link some in the podcast chat." There was a long silence. George, long ordered his food, stayed muted, listening to Dream talk to his chat. He found it so endearing the way Dream spoke to them, as though they where a family. His voice soft and gentle as he scrolled through the chat looking for a quiz.

"Ooh, this looks interesting... oh, 'Am I In Love With My Best Friend?'. Sounds... interesting" George stopped. Everything seemed to slow down. Eyes wide as he looked at the screen infront of him, Dreams discord icon lighting up as he chuckled nervously. He wasn't actually going to do it was he? The room was getting hot for George, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to delve into the idea of being in love with his best friend, let alone his best friend being in love with him.

He quickly unmuted, ready to call Dream out on what he was doing, but Dream beat him to it.

"George, i'm going to do the 'Am I In Love With My Best Friend?' quiz" He laughed, opening up the link and reading out the first question. "do you catch yourself looking at your best friend?"

George stalled. They had face timed multiple times in the past, Dream only letting George see his eyes upwards, but George always found it hard for him to look away. He got lost staring at his best friends eyes. George quickly messaged Dream asking for the link for the quiz, if Dream was going to do it, so would George.

"Dream, check dm's" He rushed.

"Huh, what, why?" Dream asked, busy trying to still his own heart beat. He had always known at the back of his mind that he had romantic feelings for George, whether that is because he was just touched starved and was desperate, or because he genuinely wanted more than just a friendship with George, suppressing his feelings as to not ruin anything between them.

"Just read it." George urged, getting apprehensive, unsure whether he should just delete the comment and over analyse everything Dream says.

But before he knew it, the link to the quiz had been sent to George, a small smiley face underneath it from Dream. George was about to reply with a '?' to the smile, but Dream spoke up again.

"I just put 'once in a while', i mean, it's not like im never looking at you but i don't do it like.. all the time." George clicked all the time. He couldn't get enough of Dreams warm amiable eyes. His eyes were a kind of green that speaks to the soul of nature, of fresh wands of grass and new buds, and his eyes were that bright colour, bold and beautiful.

"Right," he snickered, " next question, 'are they the first person you call when something happens?' uhm... yeah, i guess. But not always, i mean i would call my mom first." He laughed, ignoring the fact that George was silent. George always called Dream if something was wrong. He wasn't in contact with his parents, Sapnap wasn't the most mature when it came to serious things, yes he was a great friend and he would be there for George if he needed, but Dream came first. George put Dream before everyone, at time even before himself.

"George?" Dream disrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"You're being so quiet, everyone is asking if you're asleep" George looked at chat, Sure enough, between all the green and blue hearts, there where people spamming Georges name and sleep.

"Oh uhm no, it is 3 am though. Kind of tired." He said, anxiously looking at the next question, mouse already hovering over 'it's nice if i can'. George didn't wake up thinking about Dream, not always anyway. Just if they had fallen asleep on call together, or if they were recording a video that day.

"You should sleep." His voice had softened. He too was looking at the same question. Thinking about George staying up just for him made him feel giddy, but he also didn't want George to be sleep deprived.

George held back a smile. "I'm good, we're in sync bb" he snickered, knowing that would get a rise out of the chat. He could practically hear Dream roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Oh come on" He laughed, his voice low and raspy as he started to read out the next question. He couldn't get through it without laughing, however. "'Do you get jealous if he or she has a boyfriend or girlfriend?' Oh come on! I mean..." He started, George's scoff cut him off. "What?" Dream laughed.

"Nothing" George giggled

"To be fair.. no, but... i mean, wouldn't anyone?"

"Not really." George counteracted.

"Well, no. But! But! But! It would be one of those things where it's like, awe, now he's gonna be spending time, like, doing that, instead of like, with us. Like with like, me and sap. So, I'll put maybe a little. Right? Maybe a little.?" Dream stuttered, trying to defend his reasoning while George just giggled at his flusteredness.

George had already clicked 'ugh its the worst' already. He remembered when Dream had told him Sapnap was moving in with him. Now, George knew his best friends. He knew there was nothing going on between Dream and Sapnap, but something about them living together tickled George the wrong way. He was pissed off, to say the least. George wasn't normally jealous, but when it came to Dream, he became a different person. He almost didn't want to share Dream with anyone else... George wanted Dream all to himself.

"Dream, no one is arguing with you..." George whispered endearingly, a small smile painted across his lips.

The next few questions were uneventful. Dream still defended his answers despite no body calling him out on them. The chat was a blur of left ear jokes and and blue and greens. George answered 'yes' on the majority of the questions.

" Do you have dreams about them? Im- Okay! That's unfair, like, oh my god. Okay, I'll put sometimes." Dream rushed, desperately wanting to move onto the next question. He didn't want to tell chat, and especially George, about the dreams he has. No body knew about the desperation Dream has when he dreams about George. The want and longing to touch George in many ways than one. The heartache Dream feels when he wakes up because he knows the happiness his feels in his dreams could never be recreated.

"What?" George once again giggled. He was starting to have fun now. Seeing Dream embarrassed made George feel slightly better about his answers, but at this rate he was afraid the quiz would tell him he's so hopelessly in love with his best friend that there was no hope for him. "What do you dream about me?"

"You- you've had- you're- you're an idiot, you've had dreams! You've had one hundred pe- you've told me about dreams you've had!" He stammered, struggling to get his words out correctly without revealing too much. He was starting to get hot, the air conditioning in his room seemed to do nothing, the 'GNF' jumper he was wearing was suffocating him. He was suddenly finding it hard to breath under the weird pressure of these questions he had no obligation answering.

"What type of dreams, hmm?" George teased. He had his head resting in his hands leaning on the desk, taking in everything Dream was saying. George, of course had clicked 'all the time' about dreaming about Dream. Dream was on his mind 24/7.

"Oh don't even start with me, i know you've had dreams about me. You told me you've like.. texted me in your dreams or something. You.. you definitely have, anyway..." The two argued for the next few questions, and it was all smooth sailing for both Dream and George, until it came to the big one. The one that caused George to almost throw up the McDonald's that he had eaten a half hour ago.

Dream went silent. George could almost hear Dreams heart beating through the mic. He knew why, too. He saw the question. George had been dreading this. He chose to stay silent, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like to kiss your best friend?" Dream was silent for almost thirty seconds. He felt sick. The amount of times he had wondered what Georges lips felt like. Whether or not they were made for him. Perfectly molded to fit Dreams own. He dreamt about them constantly. The soft touch of lips. He was beyond salvageable. "Uhm, n-no. Of course not."

"Why did you take so long to answer?" George was apprehensive. He wondered whether Dream thought about kissing him as much as he did. George so desperately wanted to, he wanted to feel them on his own lips, wanted to know what Dream tasted like, how he smelt. He was forlorn.

"I'm just going to put, well... i'm going to put.. well there's no good answers. I'm just going to put 'yes but it would be like kissing my mom'". He lied, his mouse had been hovering over 'at least a few times a day', unsure whether to click it or not, but he knew the truth. He wanted to kiss George more than he ever wanted to do anything ever.

The rest of the quiz, George kept silent. If he opened his mouth, he would confess his love on the spot. He had finished all the questions, revealing a 32%. He was totally in love with his best friend. Desperately, pathetically and hopelessly in love. He needed help.

"Okay, last question" Georges ears pricked up at this, he was happy it was almost over. He needed to talk to Dream in private, even if it killed him. "Do you see them in your future?... of course. A lot of my future is your future. I don't want a future without you in it..." Dream whispered, muting his physical mic so that no one could hear his breath leave his body. That was the most intimate he had probably ever been with George in front of fans. He hoped he hadn't just messed anything up.

George still stayed silent. Dreams answer made him almost cry with happiness. He couldn't imagine a future without Dream.

Dream un-muted his mic to finish up the quiz, "It says, you are in love with a few things about your best friend, so it's likely that you could fall entirely in love with them if you... if things keep up the way they are right now." George was unsure of what to say. Chat was once again asking if he was asleep. Both boys took no notice. Almost silently, so silently George almost missed it. But he held his breath, staring at the monitor with fear. All colour had drained from his face. He was about to pass out.

"If.. if you're worried they don't feel the same way... you're going to have to find out how to shut your feelings off, you don't want to ruin what you have."... no one talked for a couple seconds... both of them waiting for the other to say something, until George plucked up the courage.

"I don't want to ruin anything, Dream."

George loved Dream, and Dream was sure he loved George.

#georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dreamwasfound #gream #dreamnotfound #dnf brainrot #short story

[warmau]

☆ ko-fi request: sci-fi inspired!au intergalactic thief! johnny suh x very confused astronaut! you

when you wake up on what marks the one hundredth day you’ve spent in space mapping out the asteroids that surround the small new planet scientists sent you out to investigate 

you don’t expect to hear a knock on your spaceship

for one, you don’t expect it because you are literally in space. 

how can something - or someone - just knock on your spaceship

but also, you’re groggy and tired 

and so somehow your better judgement goes out the window and you peek to see what is making that sound

your suspicion is some kind of space rubble

but all you see is ............ a person?!?!

you rub your eyes to make sure you aren’t dreaming

this is a solitary mission, no other space shuttles or stations are anywhere in this vicinity 

at least not to you - or nasa’s knowledge

and also

this person...........isn’t wearing an astronauts suit...........they’re just..........floating

you hear the knock again and then watch as the figure floats over from the side panel of your ship to the window where you are standing and smiles

it’s definitely a man

a handsome man

but how in the world is he alive without any oxygen

he points to your side panel, then makes some kind of weird signals with his hands, and you shake your head

you touch the patch on your pajamas, the nasa patch with your name and station number and he seems to snap his fingers

from the belt around his waist he unsnaps a small foldable black device which projects a hologram up and in front of him 

the blue text starts

ah you’re from earth? 

my name is johnny. my ship was destroyed. i was wondering if i could get some supplies from you?

you blink and shake your head

no, if there’s one thing space school didn’t teach you but the movies did, it’s that you don’t let unidentifiable.....persons?.....on your ship when you’re alone in the middle of the galaxy

he seems to heave a sign and the text pops up again

im not interesting in any of your human research. i just need something to eat.

also, if you haven’t guess i have human features so 

some oxygen would be nice too

you swallow - if what he’s projecting is true it’d be against your human ethics to not let him inside

he doesn’t look like he needs oxygen now, but maybe he’s wearing some kind of depletable device?

you sweat it out for a second, but you can’t have someones life on your hands - that would make this already lonely expression - much much worse

so you put up your hand - as if to tell him to wait

you look at your controls and open the small hatch on the side panel that can catch pieces of asteroids or other matter for you to collect and then deliver it to you without you having to actually step out of the space ship

johnny gets the idea and somehow squeezes himself in

and in a moment he’s being spit out onto the floor of your spaceship

and you are frozen in shock because, despite what he might have said about needing oxygen

you don’t see a tank or anything like that 

which means he has to be 

“im not an alien. well im not a full alien.”

he gets up on his feet and dusts himself off

you blink and cant help but get embarrassed, but as a scientist you have to know

“then how can you survive out there with no suit?”

johnny taps the side of his neck, you step back when you see two gill like pores open 

“that’s the half alien part in me, i guess you people on earth know that some fish need oxygen right but can still swim under water? that’s what im like. except - with space.”

you blink 

“can i have a sample of your dna?”

johnny puts a hand over his heat

“what a rude thing to ask! we just met!”

“i just think it’d be a fair exchange,.....i did let you on my government funded space ship.”

“government funded?”

you shake your head, and tell him it’s not important, but then you realize that on that belt of his are other thing attached 

a rucksack of some kind, which looks like it’s full of something round

a pocket knife clipped to his other side and a set of dangling keys

“are those the keys to your ship, how did it get destroyed?”

he looks around and then meets your gaze again

“ah, you could say i have some enemies on saturn.”

you light up

“there is life on saturn?”

he nods, “there’s life everywhere little earthling.”

you scurry past him, digging your observation notebook from the pile of sheets 

you open it and jot down his name, and then ask him - “so how are you part human, is the alien side of you from saturn?”

johnny scoffs - he plucks the notebook from your hand and shakes his head - “im not going to tell you, not at least until you at least give me a snack-”

“hey, im letting you breath my ‘earth oxygen’ so tell me again, about the creatures on saturn-”

johnny start to touch things, switches and paperwork and whatnot, you ask him not to but he just says something about that snack you promised

you get up close

half to stop him from bothering your things and half to take a look at those pores on his neck

and the rest of him too

he has a beautiful, slightly tanned complexion and his eyes are long and highlighted by dark eyelashes

he looks almost cat-like, curls at the ends of his mouth

and when your eyes travel down, just as an observation, you can see a scar that jags down his chest

“how did you get that?”

“all these rude questions! my mom never said they were this rude on earth!”

you clap your hands - “so your mother was the human?! how interesting, and how did she-”

suddenly your ship gets another knock

you narrow your eyes and look at johnny, “is that one of your friends?”

he puts a hand on the rucksack and shakes his head

“no, i don’t think those are my friends.”

“wh-”

a shadow overcasts through the front window and you turn to see the bottom of a large - rocket? no, it’s something larger - something twice the size of the ship you’re in

again, you were not aware of any other stations or scientists in this area

“ah, they always know where i am.”

“sorry - who?”

johnny shakes his head, mutters something about the INTERGALACTIC POLICE FORCE, and you have to pinch yourself 

because he’s joking right

another knock hits your ship, which has been sitting idly for one hundred days, and almost knocks you off your feet

you bump into johnny

and he in turn catches you, but slips backward too

the rucksack on his belt opens and out spills glowing, purple orbs

your eyes widen

“wh-what are those?”

“they’re the jewels from a palace off mars. can you get them, if they break my ass is going to get nailed by my buy-”

“im sorry - the palace? mars? your buyer?”

he huffs, pushing his hand out to grab one of the orbs as they roll toward him

“ill explain later, by the way - can this ship fly?”

“FLY?”

johnny points to the looming shadow - “they’re going to destroy it and both of us if it doesn’t.”

you don’t know how to explain that this is a ship built to be a home, as in sit in one spot and the only flying it does is to get you back to earth

but another knock shakes you and you end up jumping against johnny’s arm

he holds you and gives you a kind of look like - seriously, im not joking.

you rack your brain, and then ask

“so are you a criminal, why are they after you?”

he sighs

“earthling, we can talk about it all later  maybe even flirt a little but one more knock and this little ship is going to go-”

you put a hand up and start working the switchboard, putting in the only other coordinates you know

for earth

you tell johnny to follow you to a special section of the ship and he does so

“where are we going, uranus’s moon? the outskirts of the milkyway?”

you look at him with narrowed eyes

“we’re going to earth.”

he looks down at the orbs in his hand and then at you

“fine, ive always wanted to visit. but are you going to do weird experiments on me with your nasa frien-”

before he can finish, there’s a loud sound and johnny explains that those are the, fire blasters the intergalactic police carries

you groan

what is happening 

but you hear your ship come to life, the red alarm blaring and a crackling voice asking you if you want to initiate emergency return to earth

“yes!”

you look to your side and johnny grins with a thumbs

“and i have a passenger.”

before your ship can get knocked again, it manages to dodge and the coordinates for home are set

you push johnny into a seat and take your place opposite him

“i cant believe im taking an alien home. an alien THIEF no less.”

he holds the rucksack close and shrugs

“at least im handsome though, right?”

#nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #johnny scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny au #nct au #nct 127 au #sfw #kofi request #scifi au

[astralshipper]

I made a couple clone OC squads so. here is one of them hfjdjfjfj u are by no means obligated to read all this it’s just here bc im probably gonna talk abt them!!! I apologize in advance for the edits, Rex sweetie I’m so sorry but you’re the easiest clone to find good screen caps of-

Purgatory Squadron of the 135th Battalion

LEADER: Hook, ARC Trooper

Strict and dead set on doing things his way on the battlefield. A complete and total idiot loser off the battlefield. Kind and caring to his brothers and generally a nice guy. Loves playing pranks when they’re not in a battle. Is able to talk himself out of any situation, “hook, line, and sinker,” which is where he got his name. It’s the only reason he hasn’t been ejected from the GAR after the bullshit he does, e.g. attaching kitty paw imprints on the boots of the 212th battalion so when they ran into battle the footprints looked like a bunch of kitty cats gonna kick ass

SNIPER: Enigma

Quiet, calm, and collected. Knowledgeable about the whole damn universe, somehow. If there’s a strange trivia fact, he knows about it. Wins trivia night at 79’s all the time, to the point where some clones have stopped playing when they see he’s there. Strong and intelligent, but much prefers following orders as opposed to giving them. Trusts his brothers with everything he has, and often works with Double to get them into the med bay or to Colonel Novak when they’re hurt or sick.

PILOT: Drop

Complete absolute big dumb idiot man. Happy, excited, but has no brain cells whatsoever. Terrible influence on Crash, who follows what his ori’vode say despite Drop being the dumbest motherfucker in the galaxy. Often makes a bad joke to his brothers while they’re walking down the corridors to their barracks and tries to high five a random clone walking past in the other direction to celebrate. Announces every landing by saying, “prepare for drop, fellas!” The squad thought this was hilarious and made it his name.

STRATEGIC ANALYST: Brix

Can be A Bit Of An Ass. Snappy and generally annoyed with everything and everyone. Just wants some peace and quiet, and WILL tell your ass off if you ruin that for him. Here’s a secret: he’s really a total softie!!!! Genuinely loves his brothers, and is also very very VERY focused on making sure the squad saves as many lives as possible. Overworks himself to the bone. Has terrible anxiety when it comes to the idea of him NOT knowing a piece of information that’s important for a mission. Can’t imagine being the reason his brothers are ever in danger, and has had bad experiences with losing innocent lives in the past. Works closely with Enigma to stay updated on everything he can possibly know, just in case he needs some minute piece of knowledge three years down the road.

FIGHTER: Double

The mom of the group. Keeps his brothers in line and makes sure they’re taking care of themselves. Is in charge of rations and duty scheduling on missions, but his work in the latter is always checked over by Hook. Regularly complains that he’s the only one that actually does anything off the battlefield, he’s fucking looking at YOU, HOOK, for fuck’s sake you’re an ARC Trooper, why does Double have to do all this? And another thing, why does no one know where to put their dirty laundry? Your used set of blacks should NOT be on the ground, why does he keep finding them on the ground? And sweet LORD they do NOT GO ON THE HOLOTABLE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE ARE YOU FUCKING A N I M A L S OR SOME SHIT WHO DOES HE LIVE WITH THESE BARRACKS ARE FILTHY HES GONNA GO FUCKING MENTAL-

STEALTH/RECON: Crash

Youngest of the squad. Just wants everyone to be happy. Always smiling, always happy to give hugs. Super upbeat and happy, very supportive, and just happy to be included! Tries to be the one to protect all his older brothers, but ultimately they’re all just feral fucking guard dogs over Crash. The squad are all allowed to make fun of Crash. No one else is allowed to make fun of Crash. Trusts his ori’vode implicitly and will do what they say even if he has a feeling it might get him in trouble. He is Miles Morales watching Peter Parker with starry eyes, that’s his personality. Very much enjoys curling up with someone while he sleeps, so the squad either takes turns cuddling up with him or it’s just a squad cuddle pile depending on if everyone needs some love or not.

#OC: ARC Trooper Hook #OC: Double #OC: Enigma #OC: Drop #OC: Brix #OC: Crash #135th Purgatory Squadron #astras dumb shit

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can i get a master anakin x Padawan reader and maybe the sexual tension between them has been growing and then he finally snaps he’s like 🥺 dominant and reader has a praise kink 🥺

😩💦💦💦 hell yes, dom anakin is my SHIT ! and praise kink ? fuck. me.

a/n: im actually really proud of this and i like it a lot,,,,if yall like this maybe ill go feral and make part two 🤫😉

update: i made a part 2 ! here it is :)

My Padawan // Anakin x Reader (Part 1)

rating: explicit

warnings: dom anakin, prasie kink, some subspace although it isnt explicitly mentioned

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Anakin Skywalker. Your master, the guy you were madly in love with, the only person that you felt truly saw you. He consumed your thoughts 24/7. Some of your thoughts were innocent, while others...not so much. You were in a constant turmoil over whether you wanted his mouth to softly press against yours or to devour you in between your legs. Right now, both seemed like appealing options. You wanted to be with him, wanted to really show him how much you care for and appreciate him. However, you were unsure if he was willing to break the Jedi code for you. Maybe, you thought, you would have a chance with with him in another universe. But here, you were bound by a code both you and your crush swore not to break. Even still, you longed for Anakin in any way you could have him. You longed for him to take you, to decide what he wants to do with your body. You wanted him to absolutely destroy you and then shower you with love afterwards. How could breaking the code be so bad anyways if-

“Hello?” Your head snapped up as you were dragged from your thoughts. “I was trying to compliment you, and here you are off in a different galaxy.” Your eyes cautiously met his, apologetic and embarrassed.

“Sorry, master. You know how I can get lost in my head sometimes.” You chuckled awkwardly, hoping he couldn’t sense how desperately you were craving him right now.

“Yeah, I know all too well.” Anakin laughed and your heart practically melted. His laughter was intoxicating, and his smile could change your mood in an instant. Damn, he’s so beautiful-

“Hey!” Anakin snapped his fingers. “Don’t let me lose you again. Anyways, what I was trying to say is that you did really well today and I’m very proud of you.” You smiled and blushed.

“Thank you, master.”

“I know this mission has been very tedious and hard on you, but you’ve really impressed me with how well you’ve handled it.” You felt the heat rise in your cheeks even more somehow, and you cleared your throat. His praise would have been endearing, had it not been for the arousal stirring between your legs. You crossed them uncomfortably.

“T-thank you, master. It really was nothin-”

“I’m serious. You’ve become such a beautiful person, and I couldn’t be more proud of what you’ve accomplished. You’re going to make an incredible Jedi master someday, far better than I could ever be.” Anakin smiled genuinely, and reached out to grab your hand.

Your mouth was open slightly in shock. You had no idea how to respond or if you should just accept the compliments. The wetness you could feel gathering between your legs also wasn’t helping. “I...don’t know what to say.”

Anakin chuckled. “You don’t have to say anything.” Suddenly, Obi Wan cleared his throat from across the room, startling both of you.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I assumed that you both would like to know that we’re almost back to Coruscant.” Obi Wan looked between you and Anakin, seeing your hand held tightly in his. He gave a disapproving glare before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

You felt his grip release your hand and looked back up towards him, your eyes glassy and pleading with him, some last desperate attempt to have his hand back on yours. As much as he wanted to do much more than just hold your hand, he was bound by the code. Still, deep down you knew that he could only keep his resolve for so long. Soon enough, he was going to break.

And hopefully, soon after that, he would break you.

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Again, you awoke in a sweat, desperate with your fists tangled in the sheets. You were dreaming of Anakin all over you, inside you. This wasn’t something new to you. You were used to the fragmented and constantly interrupted sleep that was plagued (or blessed...yeah, you decided to go with blessed) with vivid dreams of Anakin taking you apart piece by piece. They felt too real, too tangible to be just a dream. Maybe they were visions, you pondered. Then again, maybe that was just the hopeful side of your brain taking over. It didn’t matter right now. Either way, you were stuck, alone in your bed craving a man who took an oath to never take you.

A knock on your door startled you, and you stayed silent. Who would be knocking on your door at almost three in the morning anyways? Your question was answered soon enough.

“I know you’re awake, you know. I could here your thoughts all the way from my quarters.” Anakin spoke from the other side of your door. Well, this wasn’t ideal. He was probably referring to your dream, in fact, you were sure of it. Great, so he came to reprimand you for thoughts that you not only couldn’t control, but were extremely embarrassed by.

“If you’re going to scold me, then you can just leave.” You rolled over, prepared for the sound of his footsteps getting further from your door.

“Why would I do that? You’d much rather that I praise you, isn’t that right?” Your breath caught in your throat. Scolding is one thing, but mocking you? That was just downright cruel. “I’m not mocking you, little one.” Your walls shot up, immediately guarding him from what was in your mind. In your half asleep state, they were down. Clearly that was a mistake. On another note, Anakin wasn’t mocking you. That was a surprise.

“I’m coming in.” You sat up in your bed and saw the door swing open almost impatiently, his pale skin shone in the moonlight, and you were sure yours did as well considering the sheen of sweat you were still in. His eyes sparkled with adoration or lust, you weren’t quite sure, as he made strides to sit beside you on the bed. You waited patiently for him to say something or make a move. He appeared to be pondering his words very carefully, something that he didn’t often do.

“I can sense your fear.” He brought one of his hands to rest on your thigh, a thin sheet preventing you from feeling his large hand on your skin. “Fear of what will happen if we break the code, if the council finds out.” A short, dry laugh escaped his lips as he was clearly amused with what he was about to say. “Even fear that I didn’t want you.” Your eyes widened, maybe he really did want you. “Don’t ever think for a second that I don’t want to have every inch of you, because I do.” He could see you practically melting before him with every word that tumbled from his lips. His lips, they would feel so soft and warm pressed against yours. Your composure chipped away and it took every fiber of your being to not lunge at him and kiss him passionately.

The hand that rested on your thigh traveled to your cheek, and you leaned into his palm affectionately. The relief of skin to skin contact, it was divine. You wanted more, you craved more. You would take absolutely anything he gave you. “You’re so gorgeous, padawan. My padawan.” Before you could stop it, you moaned softly. It was a moan of relief and pure bliss. His voice, his touch, it was consuming you and you couldn’t do anything but let yourself be enveloped in the feeling.

“You like that, huh padawan? You like feeling smaller than your master.” He cooed shifting his body to position himself closer to you. “Maybe you just like being called mine. Because you are. You are mine in every sense of the word. Your mind, your body, everything you are working for and everything you have been taught belongs to me.” You were slipping, deep into a head space that you couldn’t escape. You wanted to give him everything you had just so that he could take care of you. You craved that feeling of belonging to him and only him. “In the same regard, I belong to you, my padawan. As your master, it is my duty to guide you, give you everything you need.” Anakin’s breath fanned over your lips and you shuddered, opening your eyes to see him inches from your face. “Do you need me, my padawan?” You nodded, too dazed and entranced to form words. “Use your words, little one. I want to hear you say it.”

“I need you, master.” You mumbled, eyes half shut with lust.

“Good girl.” His lips crashed against yours.

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