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moonstrider9904 · 14 days

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And so, the last Bad Batch Eve falls upon us.

It is surreal to think that a show that has meant so much to me for three years will come to an end. I've talked about how meaningful TBB is to me many times, and I most certainly will in the future, but I didn't want to pass on the opportunity to do it on the last Bad Batch Eve we'll officially have.

The night before Aftermath premiered, I'd struggled with some pretty bad anxiety. In the weeks following after that and throughout the first season, I dealt with depression and anxiety being diagnosed as well as an ear infection the doctor attributed to said mental illnesses. I went through a pretty bad breakup. The lockdowns were at their peak where I was. But despite that being a rough time, I also vividly remember being in my room at home, my favorite place in the world, eating my favorite food and drinking my favorite relaxing tea, hearing it rain outside, wearing my favorite hoodie and my PJs, watching/rewatching those season 1 episodes. Seeing Crosshair deal with the inhibitor chip seemed to echo some of what I was going through, i.e. having something in your head you couldn't really control. I wondered how afraid he must have felt, and I sympathized with him.

During S2, as Crosshair was off with the Empire, I was off living in my hometown the first time, away from my true home and my family, and I have to admit I was very lost during that time. I did make mistakes. I did return home, and I left it again, albeit now more ready, more prepared, more stable. But it was still a second time leaving home.

S3 Crosshair has all but solidified my intent in going back home and not freaking leaving and I really hope the day in which I can return home to my family the way he did is sooner rather than later. Seeing him grow, own up to his mistakes, forgive and be forgiven, learn to control what's in his head, and heal, feels like a very fitting peak to a journey, a journey that had and still has its ups and downs.

And let's not forget the writing and the fandom. I have written things I didn't think I'd write, things I've loved so much that part of me wants to go back in time and rewrite to experience the joy of doing it all over again (looking at Moonlight here lol). I have also made gifs, which I didn't ever imagine doing! I edited music videos and crack meme compilations, which I had wanted to do for years. Fear not, I'll keep doing all of that - slowly, yes, but not with any less love. Y'all are stuck with me. 😁🩷

And as if all I've mentioned wasn't already very valuable, I cannot forget all the beautiful, wonderful, amazing people I've met because of this show. People who I've learned from, laughed with, cried with, fangirled with, gamed with... every single one of you has been the icing on the cake, the lattice on the pie, the parmesan on the pasta. You have all truly made this worth it and make me love being in the fandom. You give what I do a greater purpose, and you have become people I am happy to call moots and friends. I am over the moon that this show allowed me to cross paths with you. @photogirl894 @rebekadjarin @darthzero22 @arctrooper69 @jedi-hawkins @stardustbee @s-pirth-lemonade @eloquentmoon @sageislostinspring @nahoney22 @freesia-writes @kimageddon @emperor-palpaminty @rainydaydream-gal18 @imabeautifulbutterfly @paperback-rascal @pankeki-25 @dragonrebelrose @dragonrider9905 @questforgalas @lightwise @zoruui @nunanuggets @misogirl828 and everyone else 🩵

I love The Bad Batch and what it's done for my life in so many aspects. I love these characters for their growth and because they were there for me when nobody was, and because they brought me to so many amazing people. I am grateful that this show exists and I cannot wait to keep creating all the stuff I have planned, writing or otherwise.

Thank you, Clone Force 99, and thank you everyone for being a part of this journey!

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#moonstrider speaks #the bad batch #star wars tbb #clone force 99 #star wars #bad batch eve #tbb #tbb season 3

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badbatchposts · 2 months

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy

Happy Bad Batch Eve! I'm obsessed with the new season but the content isn't coming out fast enough so I felt like I needed to write my own.

Tech's not dead and Crosshair rejoins the team partway through Season 2 after Mayday's death rather than being imprisoned by the Empire, but this is otherwise canon-compliant. No Season 3 spoilers.

While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Chapters posted 1-2x weekly!

Chapter One

“We will be landing on the outskirts of the city ruins shortly. Scanners indicate that it is abandoned, but there is an Imperial outpost located ten klicks East, in the next valley over. This should be a relatively simple operation: make our way to the city center, locate the cargo, and return to the Marauder.” Tech was at the controls of the ship as usual, setting them down in an open, overgrown area where the ruins of the city—little more than rubble and scrap now, haphazardly heaped stoneworks and scorched earth where once there had been homes, streets, marketplaces—were fewer and further between. The remaining members of the squad did their final checks of their equipment, adjusting armor and securing weapons as the hatch hissed open. Wrecker was the first out.

“Woah. What happened here?” The largest member of the squad looked around incredulously. The destruction was not recent; a thick layer of soot, grime, and overgrown weeds was evidence of the neglect that the ruins had been left to. It did not seem that anyone was deeply interested in rebuilding.

Tech had the answer, as always. “A particularly destructive battle toward the end of the war. The city was occupied by Separatist forces. Citizens who were unable to evacuate before the droids moved in were held in a makeshift camp on the North side of town. Luckily, this means that many of them made it out alive once the Republic regained the territory. Their homes…were less lucky.”

Crosshair, Hunter, and Echo followed the pair down the ramp. “What cargo could there even be left to recover in all this?” Crosshair asked skeptically. His voice, as usual, dripped equal parts disdain and boredom.

“Cid’s intel says mostly expensive droid parts,” Echo intervened. “The town had a factory. When the Separatists occupied it, they planned to begin shipping the parts off-world to help with production of their army. The Republic moved in too quickly for them; the factory was destroyed, but the crates were being housed underground awaiting cataloging. As far as Cid’s source knows, they’re still there.”

Hunter looked thoughtful. “Anything to worry about with that Imperial outpost, Tech?”

“Doubtful,” the other replied, examining his datapad. “The cargo is not significant enough to merit their attention, and forces are largely dedicated to patrolling a nearby spaceport, where it would seem most of the refugees have relocated.”

Hunter nodded seriously. “Alright then. Crosshair, get a good vantage point on the hilltop where you can keep an eye on us and any activity from the outpost coming our way. Everybody else, let’s locate that cargo.”

Their forces divided, the rest of the squad beginning to pick their way among the ruins toward the city center, while the slender sniper hiked in the opposite direction. The hills were dotted with trees—not heavily forested, but enough cover for him to dig in and wait. Soon, he crested the peak, settling in at a good vantage point where he could watch the outpost in the middle distance through his scope. Activities at the facility were regular and rhythmic; troopers on patrol, units coming and going from the nearby spaceport. Nothing extraordinary.

“In position. All clear,” he reported over his comm.

“Acknowledged,” came Hunter’s reply. With any luck, the others would retrieve the cargo within a number of hours. He waited, patient and disinterested. He was good at waiting.

Some time later, his comm crackled to life again with a status update. “Cargo located.” It was his turn to acknowledge their progress. For a brief moment, he thought idly about whether he preferred missions like this one—smooth, uncomplicated, if a little boring—or those where everything seemed to go right to shit. At least, he smirked to himself wryly, the latter required more significant use of his skills.

When he heard the screeching sound of failing engines and saw the dark plume of smoke trailing behind the ship on its downward trajectory, all he could think was that the galaxy must have been listening in on him.

It crashed down northeast of his position, the impact of the wreckage echoing out across the valley. The response on his comm came through almost immediately.

“What the hell was that, Crosshair?”

“Downed Imperial shuttle. Drawing attention from the outpost now. Get moving.”

“Well, with any luck that’ll keep them occupied long enough for us to get outta here. Stay outta sight,” Hunter replied. Crosshair shifted his scope from the troopers mobilizing at the outpost toward the crash site, just in time to see a woman emerge from the ship, coughing in the smoke. He had expected a detachment of troopers to come stumbling from the wreckage, not a lone woman. She was human, silver haired, staring back at the shuttle with a look halfway between rage and despair. She slammed her fist against the ship’s hull in frustration, and he smirked a little as she winced, rubbing her hand in pain. She ducked back into the ship, emerging momentarily, pulling a poncho over her head as she strapped a blaster to her hip and pulled on a pack.

He scanned the area around her as she began marching south from the crash, glancing furtively in all directions. She was heading on a trajectory that would intersect any moment with two troopers on speeder bikes. She was moving too slowly, limping a little. This should be interesting, he thought dryly. He was sure the Empire were very welcoming to unauthorized crash landings of stolen shuttles near their facilities.

When the woman and the troopers came face to face, he could only imagine the dialogue accompanying the silent pageant he could see through his scope. The woman slowly raised both hands, throwing a flattering, charming smile at the troopers. She thought she could talk her way out of it, he reasoned. So the flash of the blaster bolt caught him by surprise when she snaked one of her hands behind her head, grabbing a concealed weapon off her shoulder, and fired off a shot.

“Is that blaster fire, Crosshair?!” Hunter demanded over the comm.

“Not mine,” he replied calmly.

“Then who?!”

The round had caught one of the troopers in the chest, toppling him off the speeder bike. The woman took advantage of the confusion to dive for cover behind a tree, exchanging fire with the remaining trooper. What she couldn’t see, of course, were the other half dozen Imperials making their way toward her position. Any moment now, she’d be surrounded.

“Status?” Crosshair queried over the comm.

“Making our way back to the Marauder.”

The woman managed to get a good shot in on the remaining trooper, and he toppled to the ground. However, just as she made a dash for the speeder bikes, two green bolts flashed by, wrecking her getaway vehicles and forcing her to dive once more, losing the smaller blaster. She recovered quickly, unholstering the larger piece at her hip and taking shots at the oncoming troopers as she ran for cover again. It was pointless, he thought. She didn’t stand much chance of escape, alone, on foot. Not this close to the outpost.

From his vantage point, he could see the troopers fanning out, boxing her in. She had the hillside to her back; the elevation would slow down her retreat, even if she could keep up enough cover fire to out-maneuver the speeder bikes. And—the only part that mattered to him—she ran the risk of drawing Imperial attention to the adjoining valley before they finished loading up the marauder.

However, before he could further consider the implications of her retreat, he saw her move to fire off another shot from around her cover. In the brief moment she was exposed, a blaster bolt from one of the troopers clipped her side, propelling her forcefully to the ground. She was close enough for him to hear her strangled cry at the hit, echoing out against across the valley. She scrabbled backwards in the dirt, blaster thrown out of reach. One of the troopers swung off his speeder bike, approaching her slowly as he took aim. They weren’t planning on taking her prisoner. He couldn’t hear whatever words they exchanged, just see the snarl on the woman’s face before her features calmed, peaceful, as she closed her eyes before the inevitable.

Crosshair dispatched the trooper closest to her, expertly, just before the Imperial could squeeze to pull the trigger. He followed it up with three more in rapid succession, the troopers falling dead before they could hope to locate the sniper’s position or find cover. The final two, he saw with some surprise, were caught off guard by the woman, who had managed to crawl over to her lost blaster in the confusion.

She was attempting to limp her way over to one of the abandoned speeder bikes when he caught up to her.

“Stay back,” she warned him, eyes glinting as she aimed her blaster at him.

“Are you even sure you could ride one of those things by yourself right now?” He drawled back at her.

“Of course I can,” she snapped. As if to prove it to him, she gripped the handle of the first one she came to with her left hand, knuckles white, right hand steady as she kept her blaster trained on his chest. She swung her leg and mounted the bike. He watched her grip on the handle loosen as the shock and pain caught up to her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she collapsed.

#the bad batch #star wars #clone wars fanfiction #clone force 99 #bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #crosshair x oc

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honeybuns-bb · 1 month

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My Bad Batch Season 3 Predictions

Ok listen. I am NOT a critical thinker or predictor when it comes to my comfort media, and this show falls into that category, BUT in honor of Bad Batch Eve I thought it'd be fun to try my hand at making some theories anyway just so that if any of them happen I can brag that I predicted it. So let's try this out.

Thing I think will happen by the end of the series:

Phee dies

Cody shows up + Cody dies

Pabu is destroyed(I saw someone say they thought the Zillo Beast would be the one to destroy it and tbh I agree)

Wolffe comes back. He sighs dramatically about something. Perhaps even incorporating an eye roll. And if we're REALLY lucky, he'll even cross his arms.

CX-2 is Tech

DARTH VADER APPEARANCE

Things I WANT to happen by the end of the series:

Quinlan shows up(I will accept a name drop but NOTHING LESS. Give me his FACE or give me his NAME. No vague references)

Ahsoka pleeeeeease!!!

At least one (1) group hug with TBB

Ventress shanks a bitch

Crosshair gets a new outfit/armor. Someone help this outdated fashion disaster of a man.

emerie picks up hemlock and dunks him into the garbage. fucking obliterated(i saw someone ship them once. i want that person to know: im going to kill you)

Omega gets a lightsaber. As a treat. She deserves it.

DARTH VADER APPEARANCE. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

Things I think will happen in the finale specifically:

Crosshair, Echo, Wrecker, Hunter all die

Omega lives

Those three itty bitty clones(Mox, etc.) go with Rex

Cid pulls a Lando and tries to make up for her betrayal

Howzer dies and i die too

Crosshair momentarily overcomes his hand trembling to make a heroic and epic shot that saves someone's life(Rex/Wolffe/Gregor?). The music swells dramatically. The sun comes out. Omega wipes a tear from her eye. He will immediately die after this.

CX-2(Tech?) kills one of the bad batch

Then Omega/someone will be in danger and CX-2(Tech??) will overcome his reprogramming or whatever to save her life. He will also immediately die after this.

I haven't decided if I think Batcher will live and stay with Omega(symbolic of the rest of TBB still being with Omega metaphorically despite their deaths) or will die before the rest of them in a sooner episode(foreshadowing that they're all going to fkcing die)

I unfortunately don't think Hemlock will die. I have never hoped to be wrong about something as much as I hope to be wrong about this.

DARTH. VADER. APPEARANCE.

Welp. That's it. Happy Bad Batch Eve. See you all tomorrow if we're all still alive.

#my favorite character is omega btw #i know some people would rather the series not focus on her so much #and i get it #but i am not one of them #she's my little sweetheart angel #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #sw tbb #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb #tbb omega #clone force 99 #star wars the bad batch #sw tbb s3

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strangelittlestories · 1 year

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On Christmas Eve, Ebeneezer Scrooge fell asleep in the server farm of his Cryptocurrency mine. In the background, the soft wash of LED displays and gentle hum of cooling fans filled the basement. He'd recently expanded his operation, having gotten a great deal on hardware in the Cyber Monday sales. So he was sung to sleep by the gentle guzzling of electricity and the slow accumulation of what might (by some) be considered wealth. Throughout the long night, he was visited by three ghosts. The whole business played out more or less as you'd expect, so we won't overly dwell on it here. Where things really started to go FUBAR was when Scrooge awoke… Looking out the security cameras on the snowy morning, Scrooge spied an urchin child. He pressed the buzzer on the speaker and cried out to them! "You, boy! What day is it?" "What? I can't hear you." "Hold on, I'll come upstairs!" Scrooge ran up the dingy stairwell of his minimalist and kinda grungy compound, stopping only to disarm his top of the line security system. He stepped out into the brisk winter, and very nearly forgot to reset the alarm in his excitement. Then he remembered he had prime numbers in there, damn it! So he did reset the primary alarm, but didn't bother with the non-lethal countermeasures, and that was something at least. "Thanks for waiting!" He huffed. "So, boy … what day is it?" "Not a boy!" Came the shrill reply. "Girl, then! What day is it?" "Not that either!" "Look, kid, this isn't a game of what's your fucking gender. Just tell me what day it is!" "It's solstice day, sir!" Said the urchin, looking up at a dishevelled Scrooge with their big urchin eyes. "Wait, really? …You're sure it's not Christmas? I fell asleep on Christmas Eve…" "I guess you slept for near a year, then, ‘cos I celebrate solstice and it's the gods-damned solstice." “I don’t know how to process that!” Cried Scrooge. “Maybe there’s a specific detail you can focus on to ground you?” Suggested the urchin, in a surprisingly helpful bit of trauma advice. “OH!” Exclaimed Scrooge. “Tell me, child, the butcher’s nearby. Does it still have that big turkey in the window?” “The butcher’s closed down six months back, I’m afraid! But I think there’s an Amazon Fresh around here somewhere?” Said the urchin. “That’ll do!” Scrooge rummaged around in his pockets. “Here, take this printout of a Jpeg of a poorly drawn frog and go buy me the biggest turkey you can find in Amazon Fresh. Then deliver it to Bob Cratchet!” “Even Amazon won’t take your NFT bullshit as currency, mister!” “Okay - I can give you cash.” Scrooge paused for a moment. “Do you have Venmo?” “I’m a street urchin.” Replied the street urchin. “Of course I have Venmo.” “Great. I’ll transfer you now - keep the change.” “I don’t mean to look a gift crypto bro in the mouth, sir, but aren’t you famously stingy? Like, your name’s literally a synonym for tight-fisted penny-pinching.” “That’s the old Scrooge. I got visited by three ghosts last night and now I’m a new man.” Said Scrooge, proudly, before added conspiratorially, “At first, I thought I’d just drank a bad batch of Soylent. But they were pretty convincing in the end.” “So you’re going to donate all your money to charity or start a non-profit or something?” The urchin said with open-mouthed awe. "I don't know. It's kind of ambiguous. I might do those things, or maybe I'll keep being rich and be a bit nicer? "Okay, so now you're closer to a Bill Gates rather than full Musk/Bezos on the scale of evil billionaires.” The urchin looked directly into the camera for a full three seconds. “And we’re supposed to celebrate that? “Look, it was pretty fucking radical for its time, okay?” Said Scrooge, snapping his fingers to stop the urchin breaking the fourth wall any further. “Are you gonna buy the turkey or what?" “I dunno, man. On the one hand, it feels like if you really changed your tune, you’d do more than buy one turkey for the single poor person whose name you know. On the other hand, you said I could keep the change. So this really is a bind for me…” “If I’m honest,” Said Scrooge, “I really didn’t think it would be this difficult to be charitable. No wonder Elon is the way he is.” “Sigh.” Said the urchin. Saying the word out loud, rather than just sighing, which I think tells you something about the level of frustration here. “You know what, this isn’t gonna work.” “Huh?” Said Scrooge, somewhat nonplussed. “Spot! Here, boys! Heel!” Called the urchin. In the distance, a low rumbling growl could be heard. Out of the shadows of the misty winter morning, a giant three-headed hound emerged, its jaws snapping at Scrooge in triplicate. “AAAARGH!” Yelled Scrooge, now so nonplussed as to be minused. The urchin pulled out a matte black flip phone, decorated with a few tasteful flowers, and made a call. “Hi Persephone, it’s me, Charon.” Said the urchin. “Yeah, I’m up here on psychopomp duty. Yup, it’s the Ebeneezer Scrooge case - y’know, the tech bro who drank too much Red Bull and had a heart attack? Well, we gave him another shot this year, but he’s still a bit of a dickmagnet. He’s made some progress - he understands basic empathy - but we’re still a bit stuck on the ‘myth of the benevolent billionaire’ stage.” In the background, the sound of screaming tech-bro and snarling monster dogs was fading into the distance. “I think we’re gonna call it for the day and give it another try solstice.” Charon continued. “Yeah, Cerberus is dragging him back to the underworld now. Yeah - he did a great job as the three ghosts too - definitely earned a treat. Cool - see you in a few.” Charon flipped the phone closed and took a deep breath. They took a pair of bronze coins out of a pocket of their ragged hoody, and placed them gently over their own eyes. “Hades bless us. Everyone.” They said to no-one, then disappeared.

#writing #short story #a christmas carol #dickens #mythology twist #honestly a christmas carol is excellent and really quite radical #this just felt like a fun update #and i think a lot of the radical-ness of Dickens' writing gets lost in the twee

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 year

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tuesday again 4/11/2023

more concise than usual. don't get used to it.

listening

the trombone is an underutilized instrument in indie rock. this is a delightful music video, the vocals bother me a lot less now that i know they're deliberately going for a robotic effect.

youtube

if you liked the Killing Eve soundtrack (largely brought to you by Unloved and Junoire), that sort of very smooth lightly psych-rock flavored thinking woman's music to smoke clove cigarettes to while slouching around used bookstores, you may like this song! reading this back it sounds kind of snotty but sometimes you need a french woman main character song to make doing errands feel like being on a secret mission

i found one of their previous albums, Psycho Tropical Berlin, sort of a one-hit wonder with Hypsoline (the credits song for As Above So Below) but it really is a fucking banger

i want the album art as a shirt So Bad but not enough to pay $25 shipping from france about it.

i think this was off the spotify weekly discover playlist? can't imagine where else i would have run across it

reading

remember the vampire-adjacent private detective novels i was reading? not the ones from last week, the earlier ones. the author alexis hall chucks you a free short story Sand and Ruin and Gold if u sign up for his mailing list.

i think the orca comparisons are a touch heavy-handed at times, but the imagery in this thing...i really am a sucker for the rot of a coastal tourist trap. i bear no fondness, but i do give them a weary nod of acknowledgement. this town is a construct for other people to enjoy. i typed out a very long thing about how the economics of tourism shaped the town and everything about the civic calendar down to the school year, but--it was not really meant to have real residents or be a real place. there was absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to hang out without paying for anything in the off season.

It was just after closing on Reunification Day, the last of the stragglers gathered up and banished back to their world. A spiral of faded, plastic bunting from the celebrations had blown into one of the pools. I went to get a pole to hook it out but heard a splash and turned in time to see Nerites leap from the water in a gleam of skin and scales. The wind whisked the ribbon from between his fingers, and he reached after it, his body twisting sinuously in the air before he crashed into the pool again.

I’d never seen him—or any of them—move like that before. The jumps and slides we taught them were supposed to mimic their natural behaviours, but they rarely performed them spontaneously. And this was something else again: a wild leap and an ungainly splash, more beautiful to me than the most perfect bow or spin because it seemed so absolutely heedless.

He surfaced again, almost vertical, spinning in the pale-grey spray, one hand catching for the bunting’s tail. A tug, and it tumbled from the sky, nothing but a lifeless piece of string.

i am beginning to remember that all the shit that really sticks in my brain is in short stories and novellas you (general, including me) have never heard of.

watching

star wars resistance. i am finding this far more enjoyable than the bad batch or the mandalorian bc it has something of a storyline that it sticks to, even though most of the runtime is a teen... he's not really a teen, he was a new republic pilot so he's probably like twenty but in my heart he's like fifteen. part of the appeal of ds9 for me was a very consolidated set of recurring background characters and getting to see that there are other things/factions/people all working for their own ends. baby's first practice spy mission.

the ship design is really killer: it asks and answers the question "what if a pirate spaceship was also a galleon?"

i find myself excited to watch the next episode, which is not a familiar feeling when i watch star wars stuff. i really hope s2 holds my interest as much as s1 did.

why am i doing this? i have seen all the star wars except for: most of the LEGO stuff, most of the addendum and errata for tcw (including the crystal crisis arc), the holiday special, and most of the droids and ewoks animated shows. like i am Really scraping the bottom of the barrel here, even though i'm not really sure why this show fell into such obscurity.

playing

a bit cranky with weird west, bc i think to get past this stealth level i will have to dismiss my companion (can't seem to knock out guards unless i'm standing up, the companion AI has a very loose definition of "staying close" and is only "invisible" if you're also crouching, and you can't direct your companion to stay put in one place OR to stay close/stay crouched permanently. i may have exhausted most of the appeal of the world on my first fifteen-hour run through the first story. i am more than a little disappointed bc i did have a fuckton of fun in those fifteen hours and was expecting the good times to continue.

making

still halfheartedly poking away at the baby blanket, less than half a repeat this week and i don't feel like getting up, digging the blanket out of the catproof bag, and putting enough lights on for a real photo. this is repeat 7/10 tho so we are slowly approaching the end

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Bandcamp

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butyoumakemesohot · 2 years

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ro/bin and steve walking home in the rain while they both catch mad head colds 😞😞 then they get to steve’s house n cuddle n watch a movie (platonic obvi)

i was so excited to receive this request ahhh <3 thank you so much for sending this to me!

pairing: sick!st/eve and sick!ro/bin (i feel the need to reiterate that this is PLATONIC robin is a LESBIAN ok thank you)

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Robin really likes holding Steve’s hand.

It’s big and warm and he never, ever pulls away first, keeping their palms pressed tightly together despite any distractions that may arise. They once worked an entire shift like that, shelving tapes while Robin anxiously ranted about her mom, Steve’s thumb running over her knuckles soothingly.

Even today, when Steve’s car wouldn’t start and they had to walk back to his house in the pouring rain after work, he kept his hand tightly wound around hers. And now, as they huddle against each other on his couch to try to warm themselves back up, she isn’t sure when she’ll feel like letting go.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says.

It must be the millionth time he’s told her that. Still, she squeezes his hand, offering up a reassuring smile.

“Steve, really, it’s okay. You can relax. I’m not upset.”

“It’s not about that,” he mutters.

Robin sighs, turning away from him so she can wipe her nose with a crumpled tissue. It’s been running nonstop since yesterday, and the thirty minute walk to his house today only seems to have amplified the itch that was somewhat manageable earlier this morning. She’s been sneezing uncontrollably ever since they arrived at his house.

“Hahh… Hh’tcHH! Hp’tsSHH! Ugh. Excuse me.” She wipes her nose again, wincing at the way the tissue rubs against her tender nostrils.

“Bless you.” Steve frowns. “Still not feeling well?”

She shakes her head, trying not to wince at the dull throbbing sensation behind her sinuses. “No, but I’m mainly just - hehhh… just c-cold - Hh’tCHHh! Don’t worry about me. *snf!* I’ll be okay.”

She’s so, so bad at lying; one look at her trembling frame and red, streaming nose would confirm that she’s definitely sick. Normally, Steve would easily pick up on it, but he seems to be fighting his own battle with the aftereffects of getting caught in the rain. While they’re both still shivering, it’s clear by his chattering teeth and fumbling hands that he’s much colder than she is. His eyes are dull, too, his nose a tender shade of pink.

Robin nuzzles even further into his side, peering up at him in concern.

“Thanks again for the dry clothes,” she tells him.

“Don’t mention it.”

“I’m serious, Harrington. You’re a lifesaver. Have I ever told you that?”

Steve blinks, a knowing smirk forming on his face. “Trying to make me feel less guilty?”

Robin shrugs innocently, but she can’t help but break out into a grin soon after. It makes Steve chuckle; she’s grateful to hear his laugh again, feel his chest rattle familiarly against her cheek.

“To answer your question: yes, you’ve told me that before, but only when I’m not actually saving your life. Which is weird, because I’ve literally done that. Like, multiple times.”

“Whatever. You just got lu-uhh-cky… Hp’tcHHH! H’tcHHH! Excuse me.” She pinches her nose desperately, but it’s no use. “Hhehh… Hp’tshHH! Ugh - *snff!* - sorry.”

Steve blesses her quietly. She fights the urge to shrink under his gaze, settling back into his side so she doesn’t have to look at his face. She wishes he wasn’t so easy to read, that his eyes weren’t so large and expressive. She doesn’t have to look into them for very long to know that he’s worried about her when he should be looking after himself.

“Steve,” she says. “Do you wanna have a movie marathon?”

This time, he’s the one to squeeze her hand. “Sounds perfect.”

–

Robin’s not exactly sure when it happens, but somewhere between the first and second Indiana Jones film and halfway though drinking the batch of herbal tea Steve insisted on making for her, she falls asleep. She wakes up drenched in sweat, a stark contrast to the uncontrollable shivering she felt just a couple hours ago.

Her head is swimming - a telltale sign of a rapid onset fever - and the thin, watery mucus that once plagued her nose has been replaced by much thicker congestion. Sitting up feels like peeling herself off the couch, but she manages to do it. She sniffles a few times, reaching for the tissue box.

“Hhh… H’tchHHH! Hp’TSHHh! *snfg!* Ugh…”

Steve stirs at the other end of the couch, mouth slightly open as he struggles to breathe against an increasingly stuffy nose. It looks like he must've fallen asleep, too. Robin blows her nose as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb him any further.

“Hey, Robin?”

His voice is hoarse and garbled from sleep. She looks at him in surprise.

“Shit, sorry, did I wake you up? I didn’t mean -”

“S’okay. Could you hand me a tissue?”

Robin fumbles for the box, still clumsy from sleep, but manages to press a tissue into Steve’s waiting hand just in time for him to cover his quivering nose and parted lips. He hunches forward, unleashing a series of itchy, ragged sneezes. She can’t help but jump at their intensity.

“Huhh… Hah’SCHHHIEW! Hh’ITCHHHhew!” He sniffles wetly, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Hehh… Hah-! Hh’SCHHHHOO!”

“Holy shit. Bless you, dude.”

“Ugh. Thanks.” He sniffles again, folding the tissue over so he can pinch and rub away any wetness that’s trickled out of his nose. “Sorry, that was weird. I don’t know where that came from. *snfff!*”

Robin frowns guiltily. “Maybe you caught whatever I have.”

Steve pauses, his brow furrowing quizzically. “I thought you said you were just cold?”

Shit. “Yeah, no, I just - It was a joke. It was dumb. Never mind. I - I’m not sick, and therefore neither are you.”

“Robin -”

“Hh’TCHHh!” She ducks away from him just in time, tenting her elbow against the lower half of her face. “Hahh… Hp’tsHHH! E-Excuse me… Hh’TCHhew!”

For some reason, the final sneeze launches her into a harsh coughing fit, chest wheezing in protest as she tries to swallow them down without much luck. Steve’s hand is warm and soothing as he presses it against her back, patiently rubbing up and down her spine. She wipes her nose against the back of her sleeve when she’s done, too exhausted to think about reaching for a tissue.

“Geez, Robin, that was… Oh shit. You’re like, really warm.” His other hand presses against her forehead frantically. “Do you want some ice water? Or maybe I can -”

“Steve, really, I’m fine.” She turns to him, pointedly eyeing his damp nostrils and flushed cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, no, I’m fine, too. More than fine. I’m peachy.”

He sniffles thickly, almost immediately negating his point. Robin would tease him about it if she didn’t feel so responsible for the way he’s feeling in the first place. She shouldn’t have come to work today, shouldn’t have yelled in frustration when his car wouldn’t start or held his hand for so long, one of the most surefire ways of passing germs. God, she’s an idiot.

She leans out of his grasp, too full of contempt to stomach the thought of him being nice to her right now. She definitely doesn’t deserve it.

“Let’s just… watch another movie. Yeah?”

Steve narrows his eyes at her, but eventually reaches for the remote, nostrils already quivering from the threat of another set of sneezes. “Yeah… okay then.”

–

It doesn’t take long for them to settle into a routine - sneezes muffled politely into tissues or bent elbows, the sounds of the TV drowned out by sniffling or the occasional cough. Every now and then, Steve forces himself off the couch to step into the hall; Robin pretends not to hear him blowing his nose, especially when he reenters the room, his sore nostrils a deeper shade of red each time.

“Hhh… H’PTCHHHhew! Sorry, hang on.*snfgg!*” Steve reaches for the remote, pausing the movie yet again. “Heh’SCHHHhh! Heh’SCHHHiew!”

Robin rubs at her own nose sympathetically. “Bless you.”

“I - I don’t think I’m - hehhh… done yet… Hahh-! Hh’TSCHHHH! *snxxg!* Hh’SHHHeww!”

Steve releases a pained, shaky sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s gotten a lot worse, Robin can’t help but notice: his nose is visibly swollen, sinuses inflamed and filled with the same gunk she’s been quietly dealing with since yesterday. It’s clear he has a headache, too, as he keeps trying to massage away the aching pressure in the center of his face to no avail.

Robin winces as he muffles a final sneeze into his elbow. It feels like she’s been punched in the chest.

“Steve?” she rasps. However, her throat is sore and her consonants are marked by a recent wave of congestion, so his name ends up sounding like a pained “Steeb.”

He sniffles weakly against his dripping nose. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I..." She sighs, swallows thickly. "I think I got you sick.”

He stares at her dubiously. “Robin, we walked, like, half an hour in the freezing rain. I’ll stop sneezing soon. We both will.”

Robin shakes her head, annoyed at the feeling of tears prickling the corners of her eyes. “I - I’ve been sick since yesterday. I came into work thinking it was a small cold or maybe even allergies but clearly it wasn’t either of those because now you’re sick and you look even sicker than I do and - and I - Hh’tcHHh! Hheh… Hp’shHhew!”

“Robin, hey, hey.” His hands are quick to grab hers. He looks absolutely miserable at the sight of tears dribbling down her cheeks.

“I know you hate being sick,” she continues, hideously wiping her nose as she rambles on, “and that’s probably because it means you get too tired to follow your twelve step haircare routine or whatever, but no matter the reason, I just - *snf!* *snuurf!* - I’m really sorry. I feel awful.”

She furiously scrubs her tears away, taking in a deep, shaky breath. Steve rushes to hand her a tissue as she unleashes a couple more wet sneezes.

“Robin, look, It’s not your fault, okay?” He reaches up and swipes away a stray tear that’s trickled down to her chin. “I mean, yeah, maybe I caught a silly cold from you. But it’s just as likely that I caught it from Dustin. Or Max. Or any of those kids. I love ‘em, but they’re disgusting.”

Robin giggles through her tears. The brief sound of her laughter causes a look of relief to wash over Steve’s face.

“I’m not mad at you.” he reassures, nose twitching dangerously. “I promise. Heh… Hh’PTSCHHHH!”

“Bless you.” Robin grimaces at the nasally level of congestion that crying has brought to her voice. She turns away from Steve, unleashing a long, gurgly blow into a fresh tissue. It’s probably really gross, but at this point, she doesn't see why she should care.

"I just hate the idea of you being sick,” she confesses. “Who am I gonna talk to at work all day tomorrow?”

“Hey, genius, you’re sick too.” He pokes her arm gently. “We both get to stay home. *snffg!*”

Robin leans forward slightly, and that’s all it takes for Steve to get the hint, enveloping her in a tight hug. She’s still sweating from her fever, but she squeezes him back just as hard around his waist. Of course, the embrace doesn’t last very long.

“Fuhhhck, sorry, I - I need to - Heh’USHHHH! Hh’SCHHHHiew!”

Steve pushes Robin’s weight gently off of him so that he doesn’t hit her with his sneezes, but she can still feel the slight mist of them hitting the top of her head before he manages to turn away. However, she barely has any time to react before a tickle emerges in her own sinuses.

“Hh’SHhew!” She clamps her wrist against her nose. “Heh’TSCH! Huh.. Huhhh… Hh’tcHHh!”

Steve’s smiling when she finally looks back up at him, amused despite their watery eyes and sickly, congested sniffles. She grins back at him, reaching up to move away a piece of hair that fell into his eyes.

“We're quite the pair, huh?”

“We really are. *snxxgg!*” He rubs harshly at his nose with one hand, tilting the tissue box towards her with the other. “You should blow your nose again. You sound really stuffed up.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Me? I think it’s your turn, dingus.”

“No way. *snrkk!* That’s gross. Hehh… Hh-! Hah’TCHHHhew!”

She quirks an eyebrow at him, prepared to stare him down until he gives in. His eyes flicker with hesitation, but he eventually reaches for a few tissues, foregoing his ego in order to properly rid his nose of the wetness he’s been snuffling back with each sneeze. After a few moments, the thick, drenched blows taper off into quieter honks. His face is red when he lowers the tissues.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

Robin frowns, then presses a tissue over her own nose, scrunching her face up and blowing dramatically to ease the tension. She only stops when she hears him starting to laugh.

“Geez,” he tells her, grinning. “I was right. That was so gross, Buckley.”

“Steve!”

“I’m kidding!”

They settle back onto the couch, Steve’s arm draping over Robin’s shoulders, her hand automatically reaching for his. They may be sick, and the slight guilt she feels listening to him sniffle and cough may never go away - but at least he's still letting her hold his hand for as long as she needs to. Just like always.

#sneezefic #snzfic #snzblr #snz kink #sickfic #contagion #colds #st/ranger th/ings #st/eve ha/rrington #ro/bin bu/ckley #rb #sh #st #my fics

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springs-art-fordays · 1 year

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For your toh swap au is Lilith just as badly abusive as Belos is in canon? The scar(s) on Eve's face are claw marks (if I'm not mistaken) and I'm wondering if that implies anything. Btw love the edits you post for it !! :D

Ahh!! Thank you so much!! (I’m working on another batch right now so hopefully that’ll be out soon!)

But yes overall Lilith is pretty much just as bad as belos. The only difference is that she does love each and every grimwalker she makes, so there’ll be times where she’s very motherly towards Eve (since she views them all as a new Eda, unlike belos who clearly just uses and kills them when they’re not useful anymore). Just that the more they act out against her the less she’ll see Eda in them. Since she wants a ‘perfect’ sister unlike her real one. Which leads to her not caring as much and just “disciplining” Eve.

And that’s why Eve has those claw mark scars (since in this au Lilith has the owl beast curse not whatever curse belos has).

#the owl house #I’d love to answer any and all questions about this au!! so everyone feel free to ask!#the owl house au #toh swap au #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady #lilith clawthorne #toh belos #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane

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ravenveenova97 · 3 months

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Paldea Forbidden Fruit

UVA Valentines day

It's a Wednesday at Uva academy and I've been secretly in the home Ec class after some persuasion to use it in my spare time, as you see it's Valantins day in the academy and iv been perfecting some chilli chocolate for a certan someone, you see we're allowed to give chocolates to just about anyone teaches included, so this batch i was making was solely for Jacq, i remember us talking once and he said he puts hot sauce on about everything, so i realized he likes spicy foods, less could be said about me heheheheh i can only handle mild spice "ok so the chocolets have been seating in the freezer for a wile now and the box i made is done,think its time to get them out" i walk over to the freezer and pull them out and give them the tap test, i taped them all and there fully set so i brought them over the my station and slowly popped the heart shaped chocolets out of there molds gently placing them into the hexagon box "i really hope Jacq likes these hehehhehe" after i placed them in i put the lid on top and grabbed some purple and lilac ribbon and tied it around the box finishing it with a bow and a name tag, but just then i saw someone dart into the home ec class and slam the door shut.

I looked up from where I was to see Arven out of breath with he's tie all massed up "hehehehe that bad out there is it" Arven jumps out of he's skin and turns round "Honan!!! I didn't know you was in here too" I giggle and finish curling the bow ends "yer I'm just about done in here so it's all yours" Arven walks over wile straighting he's tie "you made chocolates?" I look at him and then look away nodding "er yer" Arven face grew soft and smiled "have someone in mind" again I nod but don't tell him "well the class rooms yours see ya" I quickly picked them up and went to leave but Arven grabbed my hand, i looked round at him and hes cheeks were rosie "be careful out there.......I saw a group of guys looking for you" i giggle and nod at him "ok i will thank you Arven" i was in a good mood so i may have gave Arven a qwick peck on the cheek to tease him a little "also good luck with all the girls" i laghed and ran right out of the door with a big smile on my face wile Arven stood there with a soft smile "i cant full for her........she likes some elce" Arven shakes hes head and hides out in the home ec class room to hide from all the girls chasing him.

I'm walking around the entrance hall and the academy is decorated to the brim with Valantins decor even a few cupids were hanging from the ceilings, I took what Arven said into consideration and stay allusive, not that mind getting chocolates from other guys but......there really only one person I like them from, just then I see a crowd of girls and what looked like Mr Salvator, I look at him and he's arms are choc a block full of chocolates "dam he's popular with the female students heheheh" Salvator was happily smiling and laughing wile he got given more chocolates, I just giggled and walked to the Nurses office to take a sneak peek on Miriam.

I walk there and I hear a little happy squill and I opens the door ajar to see what's going on "hehehehe you made me chocolates, it's not going to be as bad as the sandwich you made me last time is it" my eyes widen as this was a shock, "Miss Dendra gave chocolates to Miriam, ha I didn't know they both swung that way" I could see how happy Mirim was about getting them and Miss Dendra smiling to the nines "they should be packed full with vitamins to give you an extra boost"Miriam face turned and put on a sheepish smile "Dendra you don't put vitamins in chocolate, how could your spoil the taste of them like that" I quietly chuckled and closed the door as I have eves dropped long enough "I guess I won't bug Mirim asking were Jacq is, also Salvator busy to" I shake my head and I go to find him myself, i walk down the stairs and i hear yelling "AAAAAA LEAVE ME ALONE!!" all of a sudden I saw Arven run past me at mock speed and a crude of girls chasing him down "DONT LET HIM GET AWAY!!!!"

I broke out in fits of laughter holding my sides almost being brought to tears "hahahhahah he really doesn't do well around girls" I wiped my tears away and looked about but that's when I heard a crowd of boys "HAY I FOUND HONAN" I end up pulling a shocked face and looked about frantically and made a run for it "whyyyyy not me toooooo" I booked it back up the stairs not wanting to get chocolets from them, problem was I couldn't lose them and i got chased all the way to the roof of the Academy, im looking about trying to think were to go next but it was too late they cought up and i was cornered "Hoana please accept these" i look at the guy handing me the chocolets "and me too"

I didn't want to refuse them but I can't accept them either, but just then I get my destination "DONT LET HIM ESCAPE!!" I see Arven booking it along the roof and I run away and next to him "still got the girls after you" he is panting out of breath and nods "I can't seem to shake them....I see you got the guys after you too" were both running till we hit a dead end "crap there no were to go" i look down and panting out of breath, but the girls and boys close in and i take a deep breath "yea there is and its down" i wissle and grab Arven's hand and jump off the roof "HONAN WHAT YOU DOING!!!" We were falling but just then my Noivern swooped in and grabbed us both out of mid air and flew us down then dropped us in the academy cought yard, Arven was dropped first and I was dropped after landing right in he's lap kind of crushing hes man hood "FUCK!!" I pulled a pained look at him and got off "I'm so sorry Arven I didn't mean to land on you there" he's in pain holding down there and stubbles up "it's fine, let's go" he grabs my hand and runs off with me.

He runs further into the court and we hear the female and male students, I look about in a panic "where do we go" Arven looks around and then pulls me with him "we're hide in here" we enter a little shed and Arven closes the door and we both duck, but it was a tight fit "er it's kind of small In here" Arven and me are literally inches apart "yer just a bit" he had one hand on the wall behind me and sat in-between my legs, he was looking away a little flushed in the cheek and I got to admit I was blushing a little too I mean I'm wearing a skirt and he's between my legs, but all of a sudden Arven looked up at the door and I got a whiff of hes Aftershave, i recognize the sent, cinnamon musk with a hint of cloves but there a hint of sweetness there, the sent was devine and i smiled "why are you smiling for" i take a deep breath and sigh "Arven you smell so nice" he shoots bright red and was about to yell but he stoped him self "dont say that wile your in a skirt and we're this close" i couldn't help myself he smelled to good "i cant help it, also smell some thing sweet" Arven looks away and i move closer to him and take a deep breath in "its chocolate.......did you make some?" Arven sighed and looked down at me "yer I did"

I smile cutely at him and pull away "really who for?" He goes into he pocket and pulls out a dainty yellow box with cyan ribbon "I made some for you" shocked I look at the box and reach out for it slowly "for me" again Arven looks away and then back at me wile hes eyes turn to me "look you don't have to accept them but......" I happily took the box out of he's hands softly smiling "what if I said I do except" Arven eyes widen and he looks at me shocked "really you have them" i nod at him and Arven brightly smiles, we stay put for a wile untill the cost was clear and the bell to end the school day rang "its the end bell" Arven nods and we both stand up but pushed right in to each other "erm can we leave now" Arven shakes hes head clear and opens the door "of course sorry" i smile and step out and breath a sigh of relief "thank goodness there gone" Arven Chuckled and looked down at me "that's a relief hahahah hows the chocolets you made" i pull them out of my skirt pocket and smile "there in one peace thankfully" I giggle and we walk back into the academy and make our way back to our dorms, i said bye to Arven as well as thanking him for the chocolets he made me and walked into the teachers dorm, I got in and i saw everyone with there chocolates happily smiling away and talking to each other "amazing right, they all got chocolets and here i thought i was the students favorite Teacher"

I look next to me and see Jacq smiling but it was kind of a sad one I got shy and reached for he's sleeve holding onto it "well......Jacq can we.......I like to talk to you in private" I'm fidgeting and I can feel my hands getting a little clammy while my heart was racing in my chest "of course, lets head into my room, you can tell me in there" I nod and let go wile follow him in, Jacq sat down on hes bed then patted it for me to sit with him "make yourself comfortable Honan" Im blushing but sit down next to him "so what's on your mind" I fidget and i reach into my skirt pocket and pull out the small hexagon box "well....you wasn't forgotten......i made you some chocolets.....but i couldn't find you.....sorry there a little late" Jacq smiles wile i hand it over to him "Honan im touched, thank you" i smile at him and play with a strand of hair "there chilli chocolates.......I remember you saying you like spicy foods so" Jacq was surprised i remembered that and a gentle smile grew on hes face "you really did that for me" i nod and shyly smile, Jacq looks at the door and then puts the chocolates aside "thank you Honan......do you mind closing your eyes for a sec" i look up at him and hes softly smiling at me, I nod and close my eyes but i herd a draw open and then close then the feeling of Jacq sitting back down "i know i could get into trubble but Honan open your hands out" i slowly stretch my hands out and i feel something in them "you can open them now" when i did i saw a lovely purple heart shaped box with again Cyan ribbon with lilac detailing then the tag saying Honan, i look up at Jacq who's cheeks were a pretty pink hue, i smile and undo the beautiful ribbon then opened the box to an assorted fruits with a layer of chocolate over them "I remember you saying chocolate covered fruit was a favorite.......so i got theas wile i was out" I had a little tear in my eye and i wiped it away "thank you Jacq i love it and it means a lot you rememberd" i put the lid back on the box and picked up the stunning Cyan ribbon "you know that ribbon would look cute in your hair" i gulp as he takes it out of my hand and tells me to turn round, as i turned round i felt hes hands gently pick up some of my hair and softly put the ribbon in "there all done hahahah let's have a look" I turn back round to him and hes got that soft look in hes eyes again "you look lovely.......suits you Honan" i smile shyly and brush my fring out of the way "thank you jacq.......for the fruit and for this" i raise my hand up to the bow and smile "any time Honan you become a treasured friend and student......so wanted to get you something special" I look to my side shyly and smile, it was a good day i was able to give my chocolets to Jacq and he got me some too with a cute bow........im really starting to like him........I think.....I see him as something more as a friend now.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon violet #pokemon #pokemon arven #pokemon jacq #pokemon paldea

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drinkingpoison · 5 months

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Proselfship Advent day three, oopsie! : Baking/Sharing traditional desserts 🍪

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

Yes, I'm a day late with this one. Yes, I'm still doing it, my prompts, my rules -

This one is gonna be polyship because I wanna do something happy with Jeremy and my boys, William and Anthony (Phone Guy) ♡

It was a special day at the pizzeria, Christmas Eve, many families making it a fun little tradition to come and let their kids run around while eating greasy pizza and listening to robotic renditions of classic holiday songs. The main party hall and stage were elegantly decorated, strung with tinsel and bows, they'd even given Freddy and Santa hat and set up a tree in the corner surrounded by empty wrapped gift boxes.

Just as busy as expected, most of the staff had come in this morning, Jeremy himself currently holed up in the kitchen, baking large batches of chocolate chip cookies as a treat for the guests on a special day. Unfortunately, the kids and parents alike seemed to snatch them up right as he put them out. He'd told both Will and Anthony to mind their distance early in the day, stay out of his way, knowing he was going to have his hands full. Too bad they were technically his bosses and would use that as an excuse to do as they pleased.

So, before long, the three of them were gathered in the kitchen, both older men leaning against the counter and watching their boyfriend run around like a kitchen with his head cut off.

"You know those brats can wait maybe five minutes for you two to take a break, right?"

After suggesting he slow down several times, Will was growing impatient, caring less and less about sounding a little mean.

The taller man had started making his way around the counter, unbeknownst to the overworked baker currently stirring away at a mixing bowl of tasty dough.

"Yeah, I mean - they can stuff other shit in their mouths for a little while. There's other food."

Anthony chimed in with a little smile, momentarily holding Jeremy's attention as he leaned on his good arm against the counter.

"And who's out there watching everything? Is Fritz really capable of helping Henry by himself? Really, you two, it's - Ah!"

Easily startled as always, the blond jumped a few inches off the ground as Will managed to slip behind unnoticed and wrap both arms around his waist, large hands resting against a slightly pudgy tummy. With a hearty chuckle, he reached a finger into the dough, bopping the already fuming boy on the nose with it.

"Relax, darling. Take like a five minute breather. Come on."

Lifting his gaze, William locked eyes with the man across the counter, beckoning him over to join them with a little tilt of his head. And join he did, quite eagerly scrambling around to help in pulling Jeremy away from the counter, wrapping his arm around him from the front and leaning forward to lick the dough from his nose.

"It's fine, Jerebear! They can handle things out there for a few minutes."

Anthony always smiled so sweetly, looked so innocent even when engaging in such frustrating behaviors, flustering Jeremy to the point his cheeks turned as red as Santa's suit. Knowing it was useless to struggle against the two of them working together, William's height and general stature easily making up for the fact Anthony was working with one arm, the young man was simply pouting and slumping down into their arms as much as he could.

"You're both ridiculous, we're all on the clock on one of the busiest days of the year - Nnh! Hey- C'mon.."

His voice dropped to an embarrassed mumble in an instant, Anthony nuzzling his face into the soft skin of his throat to pepper it with kisses, while Will nipped and chewed gently on his ear. It was entirely unfair how they knew exactly how to make him melt and were completely willing to join forces to make it happen.

"Hff.. Bastards. You're going to help me finish up this batch."

Maybe he could use a break, allowing himself to relax slowly in his lovers arms, reaching back with one hand to play with Will's hair, scraping his nails gently across the back of Anthony's neck with the other.

#proselfshipadvent #ending here because im too shy to go further eheh #🚬#☎️#🪁#📓

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wellamarke · 1 year

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Tagged by @restlesshush - thank you!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

1. stay with me (Endeavour)

The world spins.

2. fireworks (Cabin Pressure)

The fireworks erupted over Fitton, and Carolyn, in the rather fresh absence of a husband to watch them with, looked round for Arthur.

3. birthdays (Cabin Pressure)

“Mum, did you know—”

4. mismatch (Cabin Pressure)

Carolyn had phoned her mother afterwards, having as she did the vague notions that a) one phoned one’s mother in times of great change, and b) getting divorced from one’s husband of six years more or less constituted a time of great change.

5. the past (Cabin Pressure)

“If I’d found you sooner,” Herc began.

6. the skill, the wit (Cabin Pressure/ROTE Fusion)

Once Carolyn had grudgingly agreed that the strange little man could scrub the deck for his passage, and Arthur had shown him to what passed for a hammock, Douglas waited wearily for the storm to rain down on him.

7. five letters (Cabin Pressure)

Herc was clearly waiting for her to say something, so Carolyn had a lovely time, making herself a coffee, slow as you like - studiously not asking anything, staring pleasantly back into the questioning eyes that lifted to see her over his mug of green tea.

8. Peace Treaty (Cabin Pressure)

“I hear there’s been a peace treaty,” said Noor, eyes glittering.

9. known for it (Cabin Pressure)

“If only I could transplant it,” Martin said, mock-ruefully, contemplating the reflection of his chin in the tiniest mirror of the tiniest bathroom in the tiniest cottage in all the South Tyrol.

10. Left (Cabin Pressure)

It wasn’t that her father had died when she was dreadfully young, but what he had been was dreadfully busy – and so Theresa’s actual memories of him were fleeting, and had taken the form of either bona fide formal occasions, or domestic scenes made to seem so by the king’s sheer unfamiliarity with his children.

+Bonus because I really thought this batch would have more fandom variety 🤣

11. mutual friends (Sarah Jane Adventures)

From the moment her mother set eyes on Sanjay Ramakrishnan, across the room at Sarah Jane’s New Year’s Eve party, Rani resigned herself to her fate: not a permanent one, of course, but the temporary fate of having to have a very awkward conversation with Luke’s university roommate at some point in the near future.

Tagging: @sircarolyn, @biancaicaras, @linguini17, @merlinsearsarebeloved, @gold-from-straw, @unionjackpillow, @turnedherbrain, @rocknvaughn, @accal1a, @elvendorkinfinity

(It turns out I am very bad at remembering who writes, but I made it to 10😂)

#writing stuff #cabin pressure #sarah jane adventures #endeavour itv #I guess #links for plugs plugs for links #tag game #didn’t count chopping onions because that was all written 3 years ago lol #and swapped fireworks into its place as it was written much later than the others of its batch #also I had this in my drafts for a bit when I was looking up other writers’ handles and cleared out a few that were there for some reason #good times #a productive evening all round tbh

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bootleg-sara · 2 years

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The next batch of AU lads! A couple of fan favorites here today, starting Judas, Eve, and Samson. We got a three lad special today, very exciting. It's hard to tell, but Judas' eyes do have a tint of red to them.

I do want to mention, while I call it a halo for simplicity sake, all halos that humans have are different from the ones angel’s have. A human halo is called a Crown.

Got no other intro stuff to talk about lol

Character bios, more doodles, and a small blog update undercut

Judas: Voice claim- Fire by That Handsome devil

One of the worst people in all of hell, only being beaten by Lucifer himself. So you know you're in for something special.

Judas what I can best describe as a prick. He's the son of Adam and Stepson of Eve. He’s extremely manipulative and cunning, being able to make plans that will last over centuries. Judas is cooking up something pretty big, something that he has been planning and working towards ever since he was still in the Garden of Eden. He doesn’t bother much with trying to keep up a “good guy” persona, as everyone knows him for being a shitbag. So instead he works his way to be as intimidating as possible. His roughly 9 foot stature does help quite a bit. He’ll play with whatever insecurities or goals he knows of. And if by some unlucky chance you end up his target, he’ll scour each and every source he has available to learn of you. Just to be sure he makes whatever punishment he has planned as excruciating as possible.

He may be one of the most powerful people in all of hell, but the dude’s the biggest baby around. If you so much as allude to making fun of him, he’ll have you locked up in a cell and never seen from again. And don’t even think about insulting his family around him. One bad word might just have you dead on the spot. Say anything bad about his dad , Adam, and you’ll surely wish you were dead. Judas needs to be praised constantly, and adores it when people bow to him. If you suck up to him enough, he might just let you off a bit easy. Or not. He takes more than enough joy from making everyone miserable. Any time Judas gets all angsty and upset (which is very often), he’ll run to Eve for comfort. Just don’t walk in and catch him crying, or your just another person on the chopping block. Judas sucks his thumb when extremely stressed out, often biting hard enough to draw blood.

Judas is a particular case when it comes to magic. He’s on old earth soul, meaning he shouldn’t have any at all. But much his his mother, he has the ability to transform. Judas’ transformations are much less limiting than hers. While he can’t use it to impersonate people (any parts of him that are transformed are as black as a void), he can use it for intimidation or combat. He frequently uses his abilities to sneak around in the shadows. Judas is not much of a fighter. He much prefer to bend people backwards with his words or threats. But he can certainly put up a fight if need be. His transformation skills essentially turn him into a black jello, able to move around his organs to avoid any fatal blows. There’s plenty of different ways to be used, and Judas has been able to find quite a few uses for it. The one he uses the most often is for making clones of himself. By transforming his own shadow, he can send out shadow clones to do his bidding. Though these clones are only good for simple tasks or overwhelming opponents. After a really long battle of using his magic, Judas gets the worst full body cramps.

His weapon is not something that is powered by magic. It was something that Azazel gave to him ages ago back in the garden. Normally one would need magic to let the weapon’s swap between forms work. Though Judas has found a personal magic reservoir to power if for him. The pitchfork itself can’t do anything special. It’s a basic weapon, good for keeping people in place when they are moving around to much. But no one knows what the book attached to it is for. Azazel was the one who enchanted the book to be connected to the weapon of it, but he didn’t know what purpose it serves. Judas never uses the book in battle and is never seen with it in the public eye. Azazel just assumes it’s Adam’s old diary that Judas was to much of a baby to split from.

Samson: Voice claim- Military Fashion Show by AND ONE

(This is exactly how I image Samson sounds)

Talk about Samson next in picture order.

Samson’s honestly a really simple dude. All he really wants is to settle down with someone and finally relax after spending his life and afterlife constantly fighting and killing. He certainly takes great pride in it, but it’s all he’s known for. And he really doesn’t like his reputation. Being a 7-8 foot beast of a man and his main claim to fame being all the murder he’s done, everyone is terrified of him. He’s a well known figure around Judas’ city, and no one dares to get in his way. He is Judas’ personal mercenary. Samson gets paid rather handsomely for his work, killing off anyone trying to interrupt Judas’ master plan. He used to do a lot of work with Famine before Famine split off after being tired of Judas. Samson’s not at all a good philosopher, but he likes a good riddle. Though any riddle he attempts to make are nonsensical half the time. He’s very proud of his hair and is so happy he was able to grow it back again after it was cut off the first time.

Samson is pretty wealthy due to Judas’ payments, but rarely ever uses this money. He lives in a small house and really only spends his earnings in good food. He does have a secret room tucked away in his house full of various bones and other such trophies from his toughest battles. His favorite trophies are skulls, but he’ll take anything he can get. From weapons, to jewelry, to anything that can be preserved for a long time. He has a few full skeletons too. Samson taught himself taxidermy, and has gotten pretty good at it. He very affectionately calls this room “The Bone Room”.

Samson was originally a resident of Heaven, being sent there by a personal request from the archangel Jegudiel. However, most of the residents in heaven really didn’t like him. Murder is considered one of the worst sins someone could act upon, and Samson was famous for just that. One angel, along with a small group of other people, chained him up while was asleep and dragged him out to the Dead Man Valleys to have him killed by all the monsters. Obviously, Samson was not pleased when he woke up to the sight of an angel making a speech while he was chained to the floor. Brings back a lot of bad memories. In a blind fit of rage, he broke out of his chains and killed each and every person who was theirs to witness his exile. He wasn’t allowed back into heaven after that.

His weapon has no special properties, but it is very strong and can quickly rip a person apart.

Eve: Voice claim- Headlock by Imogen Heap

Last but certainly not least is Eve. One of the first humans to ever come into existence, shortly following Adam. Though the two wouldn’t meet up until they had both gotten older.

She’s a “take no shit” kind of women. Very laid back and calm, not wishing to get into any sort of altercations. But she will defend herself if someone is out to mock her. Eve hates taking orders from anyone and barely deals with Judas’ constant whining for her attention. She kept a lot of her old motherly habits from when she was raising her family ages ago. Eve’s a very kind soul, not wishing harm on anyone if it can be avoided. At the same time, she’s very snarky and will take the piss every now and again. Her desire to be independent after being treated like dirt in the garden motivates her the most. She currently lives with Judas, but is almost never found in the castle with him. Going out to chat people up all the time. Eve used to party rather frequently, but is currently taking a small break from that life style. Her spiked gauntlets are more for show than fighting. They can leave a nasty scar, but they are rather heavy and inhibit her mobility. Eve never considered herself someone keen on combat, but she’s learned a few tricks to keep people off her back.

Her form as Whore of Babylon was not something Eve had taken taken by choice. It was a curse that Lucifer had placed on her for being “disruptive and continuing her husband’s work”. Of course this was nothing more than an excuse to gain more control over Eve, seeing the perfect opportunity after Adam’s death. Over the centuries, Even has gotten much more control over WoB. She has even learned how to summon/unsummon it at will. The form brings nothing but pain to her and overall chooses to avoid using it. She’ll only ever willing use it when put in a life or death situation. Sometimes it’ll crop up again when in stressful situations, but thankfully those days are not quite as prevalent as they used to be. Eve refuses to ever go near Lucifer again. Worried that because he made the curse, he might able to remove all her progress in a snap and put her back where she started.

What’s their relationship like?

Eve and Judas are a mother and son duo. Eve isn’t Judas’ biological mother, but she has taken him under her wing as her son. They fight and bicker all the time. Can’t seem to get along like they used to. They do help each other out frequently, with both big and small things. Judas’ very unhealthy attachment to Adam makes Eve extremely uncomfortable. She prefers to not think about it. Judas has a powerful need to get back at Lucifer for messing with both Eve and Cain. Eve certainly isn’t going to stop him there, the bitch deserved it. Eve is a voice of reason for Judas, being one of the few people who can disagree with him and not end up in some dank cellar. Judas’ tendency to act in emotions is rather dangerous, and if it wasn’t for Eve so much more people would of been unwilling insisted for his project. Eve worries a lot for Judas. He’s clearly stunned in growth, acting more like a child than a man who’s millennias old. She does so much to try and help him grow, but nothing seems to work. He’s stuck in the past and refuses to let go. Eve has tried to convince him multiple times that his big plan is going much to far, but he won’t listen.

Samson scares the shit out of Judas. Samson was found out in the Dead Man Valleys, surviving for years in a place that was thought to be impossible to last more than a few days in. Eventually Samson’s hiring was made mostly to keep Samson as far away from him as possible. They had a loose buddy relationship. Samson views Judas as a friend, and loves to tussle around with him. Judas definitely doesn’t see Samson as a friend, but tolerates Samson’s acts of friendship to avoid getting on his bad side. Eve and Samson don’t really have much of a connection. They’ve met a few times and are in good terms with one another, but don’t regularly go out to meet each other. Samson appreciates Eve a lot for not being afraid around him.

Yaaay some of my favorite characters!!! I’m so glad to have these out. Hope you like them as much as you do.

With July approaching soon, Purgatory AU posts are going to be paused on so I can focus on art fight! I may make a few more based post (either explaining some fallen angel/demon stuff or a short post about what halos/crowns are) but I won’t be starting to post the next comic until after I finish art fight. I know I’m silly and I les on mentioning it, but I’m really excited and I think it’ll be a lot of fun!

I won’t stop posting entirely, but posts will slow down. (My birthday is coming up here soon this July (; ) So yeah, there’s the update I guess lol. Thank you all for reading ^^

#purgatory au #tboi #binding of isaac #the binding of isaac #web comics #digital illustration #illustration #fanart #artists on tumblr #YEEEEES omg this took so long I'm so sorry #got really lazy with the doodles on this one lmao

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Fox's boss is the Chancellor

For Whumptober 2022 - day 1: A little out of the ordinary Also on AO3 [800 words]

The Coruscant Guard is a special posting.

The rest of the GAR is scattered across the Mid and Outer Rim; the Guard is stationed on Coruscant, far from the battlelines. The rest of the GAR is fighting Seppies and their droids; the Guard is manning security details, investigating ‘Separatist activity’, and corralling drunk and rowdy troopers on leave. The rest of the GAR work alongside the mysterious and powerful Jedi; the Guard, despite being practically next door to the Jedi Temple, report directly to the Chancellor himself.

CC-1010, Commander Fox, newly-appointed Marshal-Commander of the Coruscant Guard, wonders what the man will be like...

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Fox’s boss is the Chancellor, and the Chancellor is, well, a politician. He talks big, makes a lot of pretty promises, but Fox watches as meeting after meeting, session after session, he fails to follow through. It is disappointing, to lose such a powerful potential ally, but that’s how politics goes. Fox is a professional, and has plenty of work to be getting on with.

Fox’s boss is the Chancellor, and the Chancellor is... just a politician. And one of the less annoying ones at that. So there is absolutely no reason why he should feel so apprehensive going into meetings with the man. After all, the worst that happens is that the meetings are so long and boring he ends up zoning out, moving on autopilot until he finds himself back in the barracks or in his office. Not so unusual; sometimes he swears he spends half the day working off habit and muscle memory alone. Clearly he just needs more sleep. Really.

Fox’s boss is the Chancellor, and the Chancellor is a politician. And like any good politician, the Chancellor delegates. Mostly, he delegates CorSec’s and the Senate Guard’s tasks to the Guard, and his own paperwork to Fox. He delegates so well, that Fox ends up with more of the Chancellor’s workload than is feasible, or indeed legal, for him to complete. He tried to bring it up once, but the Chancellor just smiled that smile, patted him on the metaphorical head, and sent him away with an extra batch of datapads marked urgent. So Fox takes the datapads, forges the Chancellor’s signature, and tries to get through it all as efficiently as possible. Orders are orders and he doesn’t have the time or energy to do otherwise.

Fox’s boss is the Chancellor, and the Chancellor is a politician like any other Senator. And what does that say about the majority of that august body? He should be used to it, he supposes, they all say it in the Dome and on the streets alike. Clones aren’t real people. The war continuing is the GAR’s fault. The Guard are soft. Fox is barely adequate as a Commander and as a brother. The Chancellor says it too, so it must be true. And if he smiles and agrees, they might even get their next batch of supplies on time and mostly intact, without them being diverted due to ‘unfortunate shortages on the Front’. Coruscant is no less a battlefield, for all that the rules are different.

Fox’s boss is the Chancellor, and the Chancellor – sorry, Supreme Chancellor – is a politician. There is a saying that goes around: power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Fox can now say that the rule holds true, regardless of the form that power takes. He has never seen a Sith himself, but even isolated as the Guard are they hear the stories: Ventress, Dooku, Maul, and the rare brothers who survive their ‘hospitality’. Sounds remarkably similar to the Chancellor or certain of his friends after a bad vote. Or a successful one. But the others would never believe if they told them, and the cost of failure is too high. So Fox draws the Chancellor’s attention to himself as much as he can, and they fight their own war even as his brothers fight theirs.

Fox’s boss is the Chancellor, and the Chancellor is a Sith. The Sith. Playing both sides of the war for his own amusement, and Fox’s brothers are barely even pawns in his game. Fox himself is both more and less than a pawn. The Chancellor likes to give him the choice as to which of his brothers to protect. Sometimes he listens and sometimes he doesn’t, but it hardly matters when Fox loses either way. Palpatine holds all the power; their lives and very selves are under his control. All they can do is endure. Endure, and hope that when he finally slips up someone else is able to see and act.

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CC-1010, Commander Fox, newly-appointed Marshal-Commander of the Coruscant Guard, goes to meet his boss, the Chancellor of the Republic. He wonders what he will be like.

#whumptober2022 #no.1 #a little out of the ordinary #star wars #clone wars #fanfic #manipulation #abuse #coruscant guard #commander fox #chancellor palpatine #bingo fill

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