#Logan got blaster

[stinkybreath]

thoughts about Succession characters as parahumans

(finally, a post I am qualified to make and not just have the impotent idea for)

Ignoring the fact that they’d all be Cauldron capes wait actually NOT ignoring that bc there are such delicious ways this could shake out wrt Logan and the siblings and I’ll probably ponder about that

First. Logan would be a natural trigger blaster. Something touch-based and difficult to control; think of the marks on his back for trigger event (pretend that it doesn’t matter that this would have been prior to the arrival of Scion lol). And the guilt over Rose complicating his feelings about a blaster power… his touch becoming undeniably deadly, which in turn reinforces how scared the siblings are of him and ALSO makes them crave his affection even more because he would have been even more sparing with it… and he’s so volatile that a power that requires rigorous self-control would be just chefs kiss perfect irony for him.

I don’t think Ewan triggers. I think Caroline spitefully gives millions to some anti-parahuman causes post divorce.

As soon as he gets rich and influential enough to know you can buy powers, his mind is on his empire, his descendants. He makes an offhand, absentminded promise to Connor to buy him a vial when he’s “old enough” that he immediately forgets and Con never forgets.

It would be funny to say Con gets a stranger power, but I don’t think he triggers despite everything he goes through. I do think Shiv gets a stranger power, though. From a vial, yes, but the misogynist dismissal from everyone around her no doubt influences her frame of mind when she takes it. I think she buys the vial “with her own money” to preempt whatever way Logan might make his offer hard to swallow. Undecided on the power specifics (chime in if you like. On any of this!)

Kendall is what got me to make this post in the first place. I was rotating him and his water motif in my mind and it struck me that ah, we could make this cruel in a parahumans way. Again, power from a vial. Gifted to him by Logan on his 18th birthday, the heir comes of age, so every time Ken gets any significant benefit using his power, he knows it wouldn’t have happened without his father. My first few ideas were too jokey or literal so what I’ve decided on is that he’s a shaker, the ability to project an aura that intensifies the feelings of anyone near him and also a very lightly toxic miasma. You’ll notice these are kind of weak and shitty and that’s because that’s exactly how it should go down for my number one boy. He feels guilty for being so ungrateful or useless with his shitty powers but he knows that there are thousands of parahumans out there with better ones. The aura can really help him in the boardroom but it can also screw him over and he is not good at predicting which way it leans. He can turn the aura on and off but the miasma is involuntary and so makes him a bad candidate when it comes to promotion time whenever Logan dangles that carrot in front of him.

Roman is the only sibling who triggers naturally. It happens when he’s a preteen and he gets in a bad fight at school, something bad enough it should’ve killed him. He gets a changer power, which resonates with how uncomfortable he is in his own skin. First idea that came to me is that in reaction to blows, his body creates new temporary orifices to absorb/avoid the damage. The way this interacts w his discomfort around sex and simultaneous neediness, not to mention his sexual identity, would be fascinating.

#I AM ROTATING ALL OF THEM SO FAST. #parahumans #wildbow #succession

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In my head I’ve always imagined Logan as a girl dad and I have named their kids Hayley Cecelia Reese and Isadora Marie Reese in my head idk why, their middle names are female scientists though ofc

I love that everyone's telling me he would be a girl dad, because I actually agree and will elaborate a bit.

It's a trope a normally dislike, that the sexist man ends up being father to a girl becoming a girldad, and then ,and only then, do they see women as actual human beings.

Like I said, I hate that trope, but it would be different with Logan, it would be cute with him, and it's because he had that "oh women aren't just objects" change in personality in the show, with no need of having a daughter of his own to start thinking like that (thankfully since he was just a teen lol), it wasn't even after dating Quinn that he had this change, he progressively got there as the episodes went by, he outgrew that thought by coexist and interact with the girls around him, by becoming their friends. Obviously by the show's finale he still had more to learn and change about himself, but the direction he was going was very positive. It was the best character development of the show in my opinion.

The reason I think he would be a girldad it's because I personally headcanon he would love to have a mini Quinn. I think he would dote on her and spoil her a lot, like he's seen very keen in doing to Quinn (I mean, five lobsters, really??). I think he would do the same if he had a little boy too though. I think a little boy would be special for him too, get to do the things he never got to do with his own dad (although he could also do those things with a girl).

It would also fit the stereotype/trope I talked about, that seems to go very well for his character, but this time making it cute instead of harmful.

I once read a fic where that had like six or five kids, it was very funny, but excessive for me personally lol, my personal headcanon was always that they were more the childfree type, but lately I've been liking the idea of them being parents, and now I'm setting on three kids max (I just love the number three lol. seems like an okay amount)

Whatever it is that they'd have (if they do), I'm sure he would try to spoil those kids constantly and Quinn would have to get him to hold on a bit and be less indulgent, reminding him of his own past brattiness.

They'd also make a great team as parents, I think they would try to balance the other and communicate a lot about their kids needs and stuff, like I don't think Logan would be the kind of dad that makes the mom look like the mean one, I think he would listen and understand when he's being too over the top with his gifts and pamperings. And she would do the same if there's something she should also be more careful about, like maybe don't teach their kids to build laser blasters just yet or something.

I really love those names they're so cute. I'm not very good at names, but I also agree Quinn would want to name them in honor of famous scientifics (meanwhile Logan's like "Logan jr or Quinn jr idk but we're not naming them Alfred" hahaha)

#ask box #anon #quogan #quogan babies #logan x quinn #quinn x logan #zoey 101 #zoey 102 #logan reese #quinn pensky

[x-mencomics]

The Uncanny X-Men #173 - To Have and Have Not

Wolverine and Rogue start questioning members of the Japanese criminal underworld, looking for the Silver Samurai. We learn that the rest of the X-Men, except Storm, were poisoned by the tea Viper gave them last issue. They're all in the hospital with Mariko, who survived the explosion at the dock, also last issue.

Wolverine and Rogue follow a lead to the estate of a man named Nabatone, the man who set up the meeting between Mariko and the Silver Samurai, also also last issue (seems like you really need to just read that one!). The estate is heavily guarded, but Rogue can fly, so they bypass the guards and land in a courtyard of the house. Rogue accidentally trips a security system that shoots a huge laser blast at her, but Wolverine tackles her, saving her. Rogue lands on top of Wolverine and as a way to thank him for saving her, Rogue tries to kiss him. But Wolverine stops her because Rogue's power is that she absorbs the abilities, memories, and emotions of anyone she touches. Did Rogue intend to do that to Wolverine like she did with Carol Danvers? Or was she genuinely wanting to kiss Wolverine in that moment?

But Rogue's intent doesn't matter - they find Nabatone, and he's already dead. Has been for quite a while. Rogue asks how it's possible he's been dead so long when he just arranged the meeting with Mariko and the Silver Samurai. Wolverine says that that Nabatone must have been an imposter... They return to the hospital.

Elsewhere, Yukio leads Storm to a friend's home for help. But Yukio's friend refuses to let them inside because they are being followed by the Silver Samurai and it would be too dangerous. Soon after, a group of presumably the Silver Samurai's henchmen surround Yukio and Storm. The women quickly overpower the men and Storm lets out a celebratory bolt of lightning. She's enjoying Yukio's whole outlook on fighting, but having fun at the same time. Storm's feeling good.

The Silver Samurai and Viper show up at the hospital. Rogue takes on Viper, and Wolverine fights with the Silver Samurai. Wolverine's beating the Silver Samurai pretty handily, but then Viper enters and points a gun at Mariko. Wolverine stops fighting. The Silver Samurai says he has failed Viper, who he calls his "mistress." Rogue flies in suddenly, and pushes Wolverine and Mariko out of Viper's line of fire. Viper shoots Rogue. It's a powerful blaster, but Rogue is somewhat invulnerable to it. The gun explodes because of how powerful the blast is. Wolverine rushes back to Rogue, who can barely speak. Viper teleports away. Wolverine knows Rogue is severely injured. She needs to absorb his healing ability. He kisses her. (I literally got chills at this.)

One week later.

Mariko visits the "ancestral seat" of the Yashida family. She's feeling too excited to sleep, given that her wedding to Logan is tomorrow. A man approaches her and wishes her and Logan well. Mariko is startled by the man, but then doesn't seem to remember him when he turns and leaves. She believes she was talking to herself.

Next day.

Logan's wedding! Charles, Lilandra, Lorna, Alex, Scott and Madelyne all show up for the big day. Everyone is shocked to meet Madelyne because of her resemblance to Jean. Lilandra is so startled she wants to fight Madelyne, believing the Phoenix has returned. Scott even thinks to himself that Madelyne may be the reincarnation of Jean. Charles calms everyone down. Until Storm arrives with a new mohawk haircut. Everyone is shocked by the change. Then Kitty asks Madelyne to hold Lockheed so she can do her maid of honor duties. Madelyne asks Scott who all these people are and what he's gotten her into (Lockheed is a dragon and not a cat like she expected). But then, Mariko stops everything. She says there will be no wedding. Logan is "not worthy." Mariko turns and leaves. A tear falls from Logan's eye. Waiting for Mariko outside is the man that wished her well last night...

#rogue #wolverine #mariko #yukio #silver samurai #viper

[aphantpoet]

Boba Fett

When looking at fans reactions to the series “The Book of Boba Fett” I was surprised by the number of people who's complaints hinged on the idea that the series is some sort of redemption arc that should take a long time  I will admit, I haven’t got the chance to watch the series yet as I do not have Disney plus and have not found a way to watch it elsewhere,  but I have found in these reviews that people seem to have a very one dimensional view of Boba Fett as a character. 

When we first meet Boba Fett he’s a minor antagonist in the original trilogy. Less of a character and more of a plot device. His armour aside,  the most notable things about him is that he’s pragmatic “He’s no good to me dead” and a bit of a ladies man [the scene in Jabba’s palace]. That’s hardly any nuanced characterisation. He “dies” as he lived, an ultimately one note but cool antagonist  that provides some colour between the grey, black and white of the Empire.

We see him next in the prequal trilogy where, despite the relatively small screen time, Daniel Logan is giving it his all. We see him in his father’s apartment on Kamino ,when Obiwan Kenobi goes to investigate the planet and we are introduced to the clones. Young Boba is shown in this first scene to be a smart kid who distrusts the Jedi [or at least strangers]. We see him observing his dad’s interactions with the Jedi, We’re also shown that despite him not having the inhibitor chip, he still listens to his dad with Boba closing the door to hide Jango’s armour. When Obiwan leaves before Jango can order Boba to pack so they can get away Boba’s the one who prompts his dad. This first scene shows him as a kid who  is observant, smart and cares  about his father.

During the confrontation and chase with Obiwan Boba plays a mostly supporting role. He is only seen actively engaging when he scrambles into the ship and fires the guns at Obiwan. He manages to fire impressively well when you conside that he;s can’t even see over the steering wheel. He’s also the one who points out that they’re being tracked. he’s not shown to be especially ruthless except when he laughs at Jango’s “we’ll have a couple of surprises for him” comment. other  than that he mostly spends that scene in the cheap seats. This shows him a proactive and demonstrates that he is still learning from his father, still a far cry from the feared  bounty hunter he’s shown as in the OT. 

He’s next shown at the execution of Padme, Obiwan and Anakin, where he cranes his neck to have a look. He doesn’t really say anything during that scene or during the ensuing battle. His only major appearance after is when he holds his father's helmet and rests his forehead to it. during these scene Boba does not play a major role, presumably because George Lucas thought having the heros’ fight a ten year old would be a little too far. 

During TCW, Boba is shown in three arcs, playing a relatively minor role in two of them. His first major appearance is when he is trying to kill Mace Windu. Boba executes the plan quietly and efficiently , in a way that minimises damage to the crew. It is not until Mace Windu asks a clone to put something in his room because Anakin needed him that things spiral out of control. 

Aurra Sing is the one who orders him to blow up the reactor rod. Boba protests “But the crew, this isn’t about them”. He is still ultimately persuaded to do it. When he’s caught Boba easily slips into the “vulnerable cadet “ role and tricks the trooper into handing over his blaster. While Boba has no problem fighting the trooper when the helmets are on  Boba hesitates when the helmet comes off and he’s faced with his father’s face staring up at him in fear and confusion. It is only with the assertion that he and the clone are “brothers” that Boba is able to follow through with stunning the solider. This sequence of events shows Boba's competence as well as his moral compass, It also serves to demonstrate his complex surrounding the clones. 

This moral compass is further challenged when he sabotages the escape pod  and Aurra Sing intercepts them to pick him up. Boba is more than ready to just leave and even suggests to her that they let them go. Aurra Sing is the one who asserts that the have to be jettisoned into the unknown. he only leaves with her  after this threat is applied to him. He walks away telling the cadets that he’s sorry and, as Aurra demands, lets them loose. Through this arc Boba is shown acting with competence but anger, displaying instincts that were likely taught to him by Jango. When speaking to the captive clones Boba removes one of their gags and tells him that this isn’t what he wanted. It is only when the clone reminds him that he is also a clone that Boba hardens up, though not enough to hold back a wince when Aurra slaps the clone and by the time shooting the hostages comes around Boba is not angry enough to go through with the threats. This shows that despite his quest for vengeance he is still an immature and insecure kid in a galaxy where there are thousands of him made everyday. The only thing that makes him different from the other clones is that he ages normally and was chosen by Jango, one thing that is not unique to him and another that says nothing about his accomplishments. He is still far from revenge and from living up to his father’s legacy. 

Through the following scenes Boba slowly becomes disillusioned with the quest as he sees Aurra shoot a member of their crew in cold blood and is threatened by her. He still tries to hold onto the moral high ground and insists that “i’m not a murderer, but I want justice ” even when that drive for “justice” has flown way out of his control.  He is eventually left to the mercy of the Republic. Plo Koon  brings Boba to Hondo Onaka to get him to tell them where the remaining hostages are. Boba protests that he has no one so why should he help?,  it is only when Hondo, the only person at this point who has treated Boba’s loss with any respect convinces him that it’s the honourable thing to do and that it’s what his father would have wanted that Boba caves and expresses genuine remorse for his actions. Despite his age and arguable part in the carnage as a whole, Boba is sent to prison.

There is not much to be said for his appearance when Obiwan goes undercover but his actions after getting out of prison, either by release or escape show how he has hardened and stayed the same. He is tasked with bringing a bride to a warlord, for this mission he is teamed up with newcomer to bounty hunting, Ventress. Boba is short and demanding to the Dathomirian, claiming that's she’s a “rookie”. Neither seem to know that the other s  in fact overqualified. It is worth noting however that this same energy is also given to him by Ventress so he is hardly the only one acting like this.  It is also worth noting that Boba is not incapable of taking advice from others. This is seen when he questions the need to subtram travel, when he thinks that just using the ship would be easier. When the reason why is explained to him Boba has no problem with the direction. Boba comes out of prison much harder than he was when he came in, having  no problem with making himself bigger or dishing out violence where he has not changed is seen in his actions later in this event.

When Boba and his crew are attacked the chest they were keeping the bride in comes open Boba’s first instinct is to run to her and assure her that he’ll protect her from the attackers. The dubious honourability of him delivering a slave bride to a warlord aside, it is clear that Boba has internalised Hondo Onaka’s lesson on honour. It is only when he realises that she’s on their attackers side that Boba orders they be tied down so he can get the mission done. Ventress subsequently switches him with the girl and delivers her home.  Boba is not seen after that but it is in this scene that his portrayal as a ruthless bounty hunter makes more sense. even still, during this arc Boba is not seen being especially bloodthirsty. He’s ruthless towards the people who stand in the way of his mission but for innocents, those he cares for or assumes he’s being paid to protect  he’s especially careful. 

Boba has no other major appearances in the shows or movies until the Mandalorian. When he saves Fennec Shand he has no connection to her, he is not even aware that she once hunted the closest thing he has to a biological sister in canon.  Despite seeming to have softened Boba prove this not to be the case. He threatens Grogu to get the armour back and fights well against the troopers. he is also the first to suggest that there’s not need to fight and they they put down their weapons. During the fight Boba gets his armour back. Boba honours his deal with Din Djarin and joins in the mission to get Grogu back, one again showing Hondo Onaka’s lesson about honour has made an impression on him even all these years later.

When Bo Katan starts to insult him Boba is not quick to violence. It is only when  Jango Fett is brought into it that Boba brings put the threats. He then fights Bo’s sidekick before she agree’s to help Din Djarin because Grogu’s involved. After the mission he ruthlessly shoots down Bib Fortuna and so begins his hostile takeover of Mis Eisley. Looking at some scenes he seems to be going a good job, having mellowed while retaining his fire and sense of honour.

So, looking at all that together, there is no reason why the arc set out in Book of Boba Fett cannot work. While I’m sure some of the criticism I’ve seen is valid, I do not think the  assertion that Boba Fett  should remain a ruthless killer is one of them, nor do I think that this is part of some moralist agenda to make villains not evil anymore . 

#star wars #boba fett #long post #character analysis

[tokillamockingbird427]

Thinking about Mandalorian! Rorke again.

He's very interesting I think.

First thing:

Because of his lightsaber and the whole dark-and-looming thing he's got going on, people tend to assume he's sith. But he's not! He works for the republic but he's not force-sensitive at all.

A lot like Jango, his job is to lend his combat expertise to train recruits. But he's also a commander: He orders troops around in battles and shit.

Second thing:

He's a dad? He doesn't have bio kids, but he has his own "pool" of hand picked recruits that he trains personally, and well... The Mandalorian instincts took over so now said recruits are his clan. He treats them like his ade.

A bunch of very dangerous ade, with varying degrees of force-sensitivity. Logan is the strongest of all of them and he'd be pretty average strength for a Jedi, but because of Order 66 every other well-trained Jedi is dead, so he's like the best of them. (Also part of why people assume Rorke is sith... Logan listens to him so everyone assumes Rorke is sith by extension but Logan's just listening to his dad lmao.)

Also the reason they're all young enough to be his kids is because a force-sensitive with no training will eventually lose their powers. Ergo, the only people he can adopt find who are force sensitive tend to be on the younger side.

Also the group is like The Inquisitors kinda? But Rorke is just like "Hehe, family :) We're gonna fuck up who we don't like." And who they don't like tends to be whoever the Republic wants gone, like any force-sensitives they can't control.

Third thing:

Past relationships.

Elias was a Jedi. Which is the whole reason Rorke even has a lightsaber and knows how to use it. Elias trained him in lightsaber combat and also gave him his lightsaber. (Elias is a dual-wielder and he gave one of them up to give to Rorke.) Also why Rorke can train the force-sensitive recruits he finds. He didn't learn everything from Elias but he learned most of the basics. What he didn't know he could find texts on and go from there.

Keegan uses a slug thrower because of what Rorke taught him. Jedi can deflect blaster shots using their sabers, but if you try that with a metal slug the slug just kinda explodes and peppers the target Jedi with molten metal. So because Rorke taught him that, and because Keegan is high-key terrified of Sith and Jedi alike, he always carries a slug-thrower on him. (It's basically a glock. If that wasn't clear lmao.)

Keegan's terrified of Sith and Jedi because of Order 66. He was a padawan at the time, and well. Things did not go well for him.

Rorke's relationship to both of them is out of place because they're both Jedi and he's a Mandalorian. Those two "sects" have always had beef. For that reason Rorke is kinda... distanced from any other Mandalorians. He won't even call himself one, though he has very strong roots there.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #gabriel rorke #elias walker #keegan p russ #logan walker #Star Wars/Cod crossover au go brrrrrr

[themovieblogonline]

A Jedi Epic is Dawning: Beau Willimon Joins Star Wars!

Okay, Star Wars fam, here we go again! We got some interesting news from a galaxy far, far away. Remember that secret Star Wars movie we heard about last year, the one directed by James Mangold (Logan, Ford v Ferrari)? Well, get this: it just snagged a powerhouse screenwriter: Beau Willimon, the mastermind behind House of Cards! This isn't your typical lightsaber showdown. Forget blasters and bounty hunters, here we're talking "Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi" which takes us way back in time, a whopping 25,000 years before Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. Willimon joins forces with Mangold to craft a script that explores the very origins of the Force. Think of it as a Jedi origin story explaining just where did this mystical energy come from, and how did those first space wizards learn to use it? This project is shrouded in more secrecy than a Sith ritual, but here's what we do know. Mangold's been itching to make a Star Wars flick with a biblical epic vibe, something along the lines of The Ten Commandments. Think sweeping landscapes, dramatic confrontations, and the birth of a legendary power. Willimon's no stranger to space adventures. In fact, he actually wrote a few episodes for the hit Disney+ series Andor, including the epic prison break episode. But Dawn of the Jedi sounds like a whole new level. This guy's known for his dramatic chops and weaving political intrigue into his stories (think House of Cards!), so expect a Star Wars movie unlike any other. We don't have a release date yet, but with Willimon on board, things are definitely heating up for Dawn of the Jedi. So, grab your lightsabers (or metaphorical space pens), because we're about to dive into the ancient history of the Force! Star Wars throws you into a galaxy brimming with unforgettable characters. From swashbuckling Jedi wielding laser swords to wise old masters and charming rogues. It's a space opera filled with thrilling dogfights, epic battles between good and evil, and a mystical energy field called the Force that lets you move things with your mind! There's adventure around every corner, whether it's lightsaber duels, daring escapes, or uncovering the mysteries of the Force. Source: The Hollywood Reporter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2x_9gTmCXU Read the full article

[rangerdrabbles]

Force from the past

Writing this might mean the Time Force season doesn’t happen, but I wanted to. Ft. Time Force verse AJ and belongs in the year 3000 Virgie.

Jen was passed out. Katie, Trip, and Lucas could only watch blearily as Nadira led Ransik away, as the three of them could hardly move.

But then it happened. Out of nowhere, two figures ambushed Ransik and Nadira from the side. One was recognizable-sort of-while the other was a bit of a puzzle.

“A black time force ranger?” Lucas asked. “I didn’t know there was-”

“A psycho ranger?” Trip recognized the other, having heard the legend of Psycho Green from his home planet. His voice was laced with fear, and beside him, he could feel a hug from Katie.

The newcomers seemed to be working in sync to bring the two criminals down, however-both with large black swords that they seemed too small for. Ransik and Nadira fought back, but between the two newcomers working in sync with their own swordsmanship and some strange appearances by ghostly porcupines and sharks of all things, they were subdued. Katie,Trip, and Lucas watched in wonder as both Nadira and Ransik were sucked into containment chambers not unlike what the cryogenetically frozen criminals were placed in. 

At about the same time, Captain Logan received a transmission. “Captain, we’ve detected a large blip in the time stream. It’s directly on the path to the prison.”

“WHAT? Get a-” He was interrupted by another transmission.

“This is Time Force Black, Officer AJ Finn calling for Captain Logan.”

“What? Who is this? There is no Time Force Black. Those powers are-”

“-unstable in most circumstances, yes sir. Guess you haven’t met me yet. I’ve got a lot to explain, but the most important order of business. Ransik’s prison bus was ambushed-”

“WHAT? Do you realize how long it took-”

“Ransik and his accomplice have been secured thanks to myself and a friend of mine. We’ll be taking them to the prison now. You should also probably send an ambulance for your team just in case.”

“Did you do all this by yourself?”

“No sir, I had assistance from a friend-a friend you might like to meet. If you’d care to have someone meet us at the prison, that’s fine. Also, my friend is a psycho ranger-”

“WHAT?” 

“-but is trustworthy I assure you.”

“Young lady, I don’t know if you know what a psycho ranger is, but-”

“How about this, then. You send Officer Drake down here to escort us and the prisoners. We reconvene back at HQ in which you, Officer Drake, and my friend and I have a little chat.  Everything will be explained then.”

There was silence on the other end, followed by “Very well. But it better be a damn good explanation.”

Alex and the med team arrived at the same time. Alex’s first instinct was to run to Jen, who was just now coming to. Instead, his attention focused on the Time Force Black ranger he’d never seen before-no one had-and the Psycho Red ranger.

Jen’s first instinct upon seeing the psycho ranger was to reach for her blaster, having not spotted Alex just yet.

The Time Force Black ranger moved in front of the psycho ranger upon seeing this. She and Alex both said the same thing at the same time:

“Stand down.”

“What-Alex?” Jen asked blearily, sitting up. “But it’s-she-”

“Both of them captured Ransik and Nadira,” Katie explained.

“Impossible,”Jen replied. “They-”

“We saw though,” Lucas added. “All three of us.” Beside him,Trip nodded.

Alex looked from one group to the other. “Where are the prisoners now?”

The Time Force Black ranger pulled out the containment chambers and held them out to him. “Here.” 

Alex took them, and eyed them in a mixture of wonder and suspicion. “How did you know that-” 

“We’ll explain everything. For now, I think we have some prisoners to contain, don’t you think?”

Alex nodded, and said, “Come with me.” He motioned to his Time Force vehicle.

“Alex, surely you aren’t just going to-” Jen was still suspicious, even after what she’d been told.

“We’ll be fine,” Alex replied. “I’ll see you back at HQ.”

The trip to the prison and back to HQ went without incident. There were some curious glances and even stiffening in alarm at the sight of a psycho ranger showing up at the prison, but upon Alex’s assurance, everyone remained (relatively) calm.

Alex himself was dying of curiosity, though he hid it rather well. It was only when they were in Captain Logan’s office that the Black Time Force ranger powered down and revealed herself.

“Hi there. My name’s AJ Finn, and I bet you’re wondering how I got these powers, why we’re here, how we knew, and that little time disturbance. That was us, by the way. And before you start yelling, Captain, we had a good reason.”

“I can’t think of any good reason to mess with the time stream, but go on,” Captain Logan gestured. He was annoyed more than anything else; they had almost lost Ransik, and it had been two strangers messing with the time stream that had gotten him back rather than his own people. 

“Before my friend reveals herself, I’d like to explain a few things,” AJ went on. She told them about coming from a time where Ransik had escaped to the year 2000, how Alex had almost died, the Silver Guardians,and how she’d gotten the black Time Force powers.”

“So if Ransik was meant to escape and be recaptured in the year 2000, why did you bother to go so far as to interfere with the time stream?” Alex asked. “And are those powers stable for you?”

“I’m getting to that,” AJ replied. “As for your other question, they’re stable for me because of my animal spirit. I’m a student of Pai Zhua. We’ve found that using the black Time Force powers alongside a secondary force stabilizes them.”

“Interesting,” the captain mused. “But about your time interference, that is serious-”

“Yeah, but we did it because we have something that belongs to you,” AJ replied. “Or someone, rather.” She’s going to nod at the psycho ranger, who would power down in silence.

The psycho red ranger turned out to be a short, black-haired young woman no taller than five feet. When they saw her, both Alex and the captain turned white. They said her name at the same time:

“Virgie.”

“What-how did you-where has she-” Captain Logan finally found his words.

“My brother found an injured Virgie back in our time,” AJ explained. “He patched her up and tried to show her that not everyone is-well, out to get her.”

“That took a while,” Virgie admitted. She was looking from Alex to the captain with uncertainty, as if afraid of what they’d think of her.

“She even learned a little bit about Pai Zhua herself,” AJ explained. “Enough to find something all her own-not something that was forced on her. There was a problem, though. We didn’t know where she came from. “

“I figured I came from another timeline, being that the Psycho Red of this timeline is male,” Virgie mused. “We had some DNA tests done, which I totally didn’t like.”

“The results weren’t too helpful though,” AJ added. “We found distant relatives, but nothing or no one close, and no missing persons reports. So instead we asked some ranger friends and acquaintances to search the timelines and the grid itself for past disturbances.”

“Then somebody from SPD hit on something,” Virgie continued. “A dimensional disturbance approximately 2995 AD. Apparently you had a lot of forces deployed elsewhere at the time, and another timeline’s Astronema came and took me away. Then I became...well, that.” She sighed.

“We’re not sure how Virgie ended up back in the right timeline though,” AJ said. “Maybe something or someone wanted her back. Anyway, when she landed in this timeline, her mind had begun clearing from whatever evil programming that had placed her under. At some point, her mind started questioning-well, everything. Anyway, she’s not under any evil influence at all now.”

“I can still use the psycho red powers, as you’ve seen,” Virgie explained. “But they’re mine now to use as I see fit-I guess. I honestly don’t use them very often any more, because I never really asked for them in the first place. Anyway, we came here after finding out who I really was and where I came from so I could-well, meet the people that I’d been taken away from. And I kinda wanted to help, so that’s why we kinda sorta changed the timeline. I hope you’re not too mad...or that you hate me.”

“Of course not.” Alex let out a breath-how long had he been holding it?-and moved to Virgie’s side. He found himself hugging her tightly, eyes misting over. Only when Virgie hugged him back did he remember Jen-he’d just asked Jen to marry him-and he gulped.

AJ watched them for a moment and said, “SPD ran a backgrouind check on her. Virgie’s committed no crimes in this timeline, so her record is clear. In fact, she’s actually helped out the rangers sporadically. Of course if she had committed any crimes, I’m pretty sure she’d get off on the ‘under evil influence’ technicality.

Virgie and Alex broke their hug, and Virgie glanced up at Alex, whose eyes were still full of emotion. “I still don’t remember my past, I’m afraid,” she admitted. “But seeing you both-I remember you and who you were to me. Both of you.” She paused. “No matter where you are now or with who, Alex-I hope I’ll get the chance to get to know you all over again.” She glanced over at the captain uncertainly. 

“Well, Captain?” AJ’s going to glance over at him. The stern look on her face was one that would make Eric Myers proud, and said ‘You hurt her and I will END you’. 

Captain Logan sat in silence for a moment. Then he got to his feet, and walked to his daughter’s side, and said two words:

“Welcome home.”

#power rangers time force #alex drake #virgie #aj

[kurtty-drabbles]

Blue Kitty au (?)

N/A: Not sure if I´ll continue with this au- I have some concerns regards Tus Tsu Kurt- but a fic from Meg Harmmerman sort give me a small inspiration to make this chapter- Remember when Kitty was being mocked by Logan and Kurt? I´d not know the canon and don´t care for that Bitch.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt @muninandhugin

Elizabeth Braddock is helping Doug with the lunches, or how she likes to call, scones- Elizabeth Braddock is ruthless as she can be kinder and is a measure so well balanced that many men have the strange impulse to view her as unbalanced- and while using telekinesis to cut a piece of bread (smiling happily at Doug clear innocence at her powers) Kitty watches the scene amused.

"Hello, Kitty" Elizabeth responds kindly while still helping Doug with the food- once her part is done, she turns to face the azzure woman- plus giving a friendly vibe. Kitty can grin back. "Hey, guys, I saw you two working here" she points to the kitchen´s window where one can see the X-men playing Baseball or their new version of Baseball. "And since I´m not a sports gal..."

"Oh, we´re already are finished here..." Betsy explains kindly- she can recall the times' Brian would try to steal a cookie from her, a bad decision for lil Brian- and Kitty shakes her head even scratching a bit-let a sheepish grin form in her round face-and now has a messy hairstyle (it so typical of Dazzler that one may assume she has a trademark or something)

"Uhm, I was hoping if you could teach me...I´m not...a good cooker" Kitty confessed- memories flow in her mind as she can see so sharply as kids are making face at her food and muttering words to themselves and pointing at Kitty "Xeno, Xeno" - and Kitty shakes her head. Out of mind, out of the heart.

Elizabeth agrees and calls Kitty over as she´ll teach her how to cook.

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Rouge is an excellent player - even if she´s not very fond of Baseball, but, she can pretend like no one else- and is loving the fact she can hold hands with Longshot, under the guidance of explaining the rules, can relish the fact Longshot is not in pain or anything.

"So, I have to use this bat to play?" Longshot looks at the bat for a minute- no longer touching Rogue´s hand as he´s thoroughly investigating the bat as if trying to understand its secrets- is not one to give up on the game even if it´s confusing for him and waves at Alisson who is coming at Rogue´s direction with a fake smile.

"Dazzler! Ah was just teaching Longshot a thing or two" Rogue suggested in a tone a bit too provocative and Alisson is not happy with this.

"Yeah, I see it...why you don´t go back to the game?" she grins forcibly as the two women stare at each other with clear bad intentions to each other- the smiles are too forced to anyone to even mistaken as anything but veiled contempt- and is time to return to the game.

Jean Grey is not impressed to see Dazzler and Rogue ended up fighting even by the fact...they´re on the same team.

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She´s here for a week now.

Such are the thoughts plaguing on his mind lately, one week where his golden eyes can see Kitty "Blue Baby" Pryde gliding, running and doing everything else under this mansion´s roof- a blue woman who is not Mystique, and Kurt is not sure how to act- and to take his mind out of this woman he goes to train with Logan in the Danger Room.

However, fates aren´t so kind as Kurt see Kitty "Blue Baby" entering in the danger room with snacks in her hand- a small trial and Kurt wonders if she made it or not or even if it makes any difference- as she approaches them with a smile and says that the snacks are for them.

Logan is either taking Kurt´s turmoil or is in a trolling mood because his response is the following. "You? made food? Yeah right" and waves his hand in a rude gesture-not that Logan was an ever-classy man- and continues. "Pass...already dealt with a bad simulation and don´t need to eat the Miss terror´s food to ruin the day" and he completes with his impish grin(isn´t that Kurt´s grin? Kurt is not sure)

Kurt remains in silence and if Kitty would cry or be angry as Logan was expecting, well, Logan is wrong. "Ah, I see. Yeah...my food is not that good" she concedes. "Ah, Logan...Mr. MCcoy told me your regeneration abilities is top-notch...you ever regrow an arm" and she adds a bit innocently and waits as if Logan is a teacher ready to bestow her with secret knowledge.

Logan chuckles- throwing his head as he laughs harder- and states that yes, his healing abilities are that good. "Still don´t want to try your food..." he stops talking as Kitty shoots him with her laser from her hands.

She looks at Kurt and narrows her eyes. "More snacks to me then..." and she leaves, stomping furiously and not paying attention to Piotr who enters the Danger Room and is watching Logan slowly emerging from the crater on the wall.

#Blue Kitty au #Kitty Pryde #Kurt Wagner #Tsu Tsu Kurt #a fanfiction gave me this idea. #Logan got blaster #Blue Kitty #Kurtty #Kurtty yet

[crispyjenkins]

Teen Obi on Mandalore w/ Time Travel Boba (JangObi) - Time traveling Boba with young JangObi??? Color me very intrigued!!!

prefacing all this with that while i don’t hate kids, i’m really really not good with them due to my autism and social phobia, and don’t plan on ever having kids adopted or otherwise

BUT i got super in my feels about tiny daniel logan maybe two months ago? and was slapped with the wonderful mental scene of teen obi napping with babey boba in a hammock and now i have an entire fix it:

so obi is on mandalore for the mission with satine, but gets separated from her and qui-gon a few months in, and can’t contact anyone without bringing death watch down on his head, so he just sort of. survives? lives on the run?

haven’t figured out the semantics yet, but sometime in the future, boba is four and went with jango to serenno for whatever reason, but then ran off and touched something he shouldn’t have in dooku’s house. and he’s a LILLLL force sensitive, so because of a force wish or some shit (lmao probably thinkin about how sad jango looks all the time) gets his ass shot back a decade and a half or whatever

maybe obi is bunkered down in an old mando’ade temple, when an actual child just sort of. drops out of the air onto him.

cue two years of teen obi-wan raising boba and trying to find his buir and also qui-gon, because he’s not just going to ABANDON THIS CHILD. tor vizsla (who jango hasn’t had a chance to kill yet) somehow finds out boba is jango’s but nobody knows where jango is so death watch like. legs it after obi-wan and boba.

and maybe the order thinks obi is dead (again), or after qui puts satine in power, the jedi can’t even enter mandalore space cause satine thought obi betrayed her or some shit.

anyways, obi teaches boba about the force enough to protect and control himself, and boba teaches him blaster tricks a four year old should absolutely not know, but then also all the folklore and stories about mandalore that jango taught him.

while on the run, some true mandalorians or old clans will house them for a bit, and they have incredible respect for this teenager doing so right by one of their own (and no one ever doubts that boba is one of their own) and all teach obi little mandalorian things ‘cause SOMEONE is going to adopt him before he goes back to the jedi, or jango will come around and recruit him at some point and the haat’ade think it’s only fair to give obi a head start. maybe obi teaches them little things in return.

whenever jango manages to escape the spicers, he’s instantly bombarded with messages from home like “dude your kid is doing alright but also tor wants to kill him”, “hey we met your... riduur? nanny? anyways, boba says your armor is silver now, why the fuck—”, “hope you’re still alive, ‘cause your clan has the most mandokar since the jedi wars”, “dude if you don’t come adopt him, i’m going to”

boba isn’t stupid and absolutely knows he’s in the past, and is DETERMINED to set his buir up so he isn’t so sad in the future. meanwhile jango shows up on mandalore and tracks them down wondering why this kid that most certainly ISN’T his knows all of the codes jaster taught him to find them.

boba is immediately “buir! look i found a buir’vod! we can share him!” while jango looks down at him like “i’ve been on a spice freighter for four years, who’s fucking child are you” even tho he looks exactly like jango did at that age

boba’s been telling obi-wan stories about jango, but this jango is still young and angry and bewildered and G A Y and doesn’t know how to act in front of a) children, and b) hot people.

now have some memes i made that i had to screenshot a screenshot of cause apparently i deleted them, in order of appearance

and then fiori blessing me with this

#long post #wip game #cj answers #i won't get to write this one for a LONG time yet so have all me feelings #jangobi

[chemically-imbalanced-romantic]

Okay Sanders Sides fandom. It’s time to talk about jam.

From what I’ve gathered, there is a significant amount of evidence that we will be getting four new Sanders Sides jam flavors from our beloved Crofters Organic on Friday. It is not confirmed by either party, and this is purely speculation based on evidence my friends and I have gathered. If you will let me become a jam-based Atticus Finch for just a moment, Your Honors, I will show you that I have reason to believe more jam is in the fandom’s future.

Exhibit A: Thomas’s Twitter

Thomas posted on Monday about his last jar of Logan’s Berry from the first launch (rip). He also tagged Crofters and said “Or is it, @croftersorganic? I wouldn’t be mad if you sent me more, just sayin...” to which the official Crofters Twitter account replied:

“That can be arranged” with a winking emoji. This implies that Crofters and Thomas’ team are currently planning or working on another collaboration. And the winking emoji... it explains itself.

Exhibit B: Crofters Twitter

On February 12th, official Crofters Twitter, the company announced that on Friday the nineteenth they will be releasing four new flavors. While this doesn’t tag Thomas or directly correlate to him in any way, I don’t think it is a coincidence that Crofters and Thomas interacted on Twitter right after the company announced new flavors. Additionally, there are four Light Sides in the series, but Logan already got a flavor. Will we see a Janus or Remus flavor? Who knows!

Exhibit C: New Video

On his Twitter and Instagram, Thomas announced the team was working on a new Sanders Sides video, and shooting finished on February 10th. The video has been specified to be a Sanders Asides video, which would make even more sense for a Crofters release video. Crofters doesn’t necessarily fit in with the whole storyline, so making an Asides video specifically for a Crofters release would fit perfectly.

In conclusion, there is considerable evidence that the Sanders Sides fandoms shall be FED some JAM soon, which makes me (and others I assume!) incredibly excited. Again, this is all hypothetical and it is likely that we are that meme from Buzzfeed Unsolved, pretending to connect the dots when we aren’t connecting shit, but I digress. Just keep your eyes peeled on Friday because I hope beyond hope that they release jam soon.

Thanks to my good friend @earmuffstar for helping me gather this evidence. I would like to leave the court with this:

(Holds up bubble blaster) give us the jams, Sanders.

I hope everyone has a pleasant day, and I rest my case.

#thomas sanders #thatsthat24 #sanders sides #crofters #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logic sanders #@thatsthat24 #this is just me ranting about jam for 200 words #I just really want jam ok???

[zipstick-writes]

Inktober 2020 Day 16 - Rocket

The crew of the brand-new Galactic Navy ship named the Skeld had just departed for a newly-discovered planet, Polus, that Earth scientists had determined would be able to support human life with minimal terraforming. Their mission was to join the established research centre and finish the job.

But for now, the crew, consisting of newly-trained Navy recruits Princey, Dad, Hot Topic, Logan, Trash Man, and Janusss, had to complete the in-flight maintenance to keep the ship in as perfect a condition as was possible while on board, as was made standard by the inter-planetary signing of the 3128-AD Quality Control Act.

Normally, this would be a relatively uncomplicated process. However, the crews of many other ships that had departed from the same Space-Dock had reported impostors murdering crewmates and interfering with vital functions of the ship, often resulting in total system faliures.

And thus, the crew of the Skeld were constantly on the lookout for any suspicious activity from their fellow Astronauts. This is their story.

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 Day 1

 -

The six climbed down the ladder from the bunk-room above the cafeteria and checked the screen on the southern-facing wall to see which faults had been detected by the ship’s systems overnight. One by one they walked up and touched their tablets to the info-port on the side of the screen, logging their tasks to them.

“Looks like I’ve got to submit my bio-scan.” Logan said, reading from his tablet screen. “Would one of you please accompany me so that they can verify my innocence, should anything happen?”

“That’s quite suspicious of you, isn’t it, Logan?” Trash Man giggled. “Sounds just like what the impostor would say.”

Princey shook his head. “How do we know it’s not you, brother? Accusing another right off the bat like that-“

“Alright kiddos, that’s quite enough fighting.” Dad cut in, glancing at his tablet.

“I’m older than you, remember?” Princey interrupted again.

“Princey, will you shut up?” Sighed Hot Topic exasperatedly.

“I’ve got to scan myself in the Med Bay too,” Dad said through the mounting chaos. “I’ll come with ya, Lo.”

“Thank you. This will be adequate.”

-

Having downloaded the blaster records from the weapons room, Hot Topic was on his way to Administration to upload them to the International Space Agency database. He was at the door when he heard footsteps behind him in the cargo Storage. He turned around, seeing Trash Man standing in the door frame of the hallway.

“Hello, Hot Topic!” He greeted. Overly cheerful for there being a potential murderer on board, Hot Topic noted suspiciously.

“Trash man. Hi.” He responded, measuring his tone carefully so that his suspicion wasn’t noticeable. Hopefully. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came to swipe my card. How about you? What are you up to?”

“I’m uploading the data from our weapons systems to HQ.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Trash Man behind his helmet. Despite not being able to see past his helmet, Trash Man seemed to catch onto Hot Topic’s suspicion and stopped talking, moving on to attempting to swipe his Crewmate ID card.

“Ugh, why is this damn thing so goddamn difficult?” He mumbled, swiping his card furiously back and forth in the machine.

“Trash Man! Stop, you’re gonna damage the reader.”

Trash man stopped swiping and looked up at Hot Topic.

“It’s really not that difficult,” Hot Topic said, and having completed the upload was now walking over to where Trash Man was holding his card defeatedly. “Here, give me that card. I’ll do mine, then I’ll do yours for you. Okay?”

“Thanks, Topicy!” Trash Man responded.

“And don’t call me Topicy.” He said. Hot Topic swiped his own card, pleased when the light blinked green the first time. He then swiped, or rather attempted to swipe, Trash Man’s card, but was surprised when the red light blinked and the machine buzzed.

“A bad swipe? That’s weird.”

He was about to try again, when the warning lights began flashing and the alarm beeped loudly and repeatedly. The automated computer-voice repeated the phrase, Oxygen Filter Damaged, followed by a countdown of 30 seconds.

Hot Topic jumped, haphazardly throwing the card back at Trash Man and seeing him move from where he was leaning casually against the wall.

He rushed towards the oxygen room, hands shaking slightly as he inputted the code. Janusss and Dad were standing behind him, having entered O2 after him.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “That was close.”

“It sure was, Kiddo,” Dad remarked, “I wonder what could’ve caused that?”

“The Impostor, of course. Why else would the system fail?” Janusss said sarcastically.

“Oh of course, I’m so sorry for being so ignorant, Lord Janusss.” Hot topic snarked back, bowing over-dramatically. He (figuratively) straightened up, and said, more seriously this time, “I’m heading over to the Cafeteria. Trash Man’s acting off. And his card wouldn’t read in Admin.”

“Trash Man’s always acting off.” Dad replied. He paused to think for a moment, “But I suppose it’s better safe than sorry. I’ll come with you.”

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EMERGENCY MEETING

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The three remaining crewmates arrived at the Cafeteria and seated themselves around the central table.

“What happened?” Princey asked.

“There’s something off about Trash Man.” Hot Topic explained. “He followed me into Admin saying he was there to swipe his card, but the reader wouldn’t take it. Not even when I did it for him. And the O2 sabotage happened while my back was turned. He could’ve done it.”

“Was there any noticeable change of behaviour that indicated he was being imitated?” Logan asked.

“Well no,” Hot Topic replied, “But I can’t help but feel like the sabotage was a distraction to draw people away if he was about to.. y’know, kill me.”

“I’m sure that’s just your anxiety clouding your judgement. I realise my brother can be a bit… How do I put this? Bizarre, but that’s no reason to accuse him of sabotage.”

“I’m with Princey.” Logan said, and Hot Topic was sure he could hear him say ‘for once’ under his breath. “We understand your concern, but it’s simply not enough evidence to eject him.”

“Skip?” Dad asked.

“Skip.” Princey and Janusss responded in sync.

-

No one was ejected. (Skipped)

1 Impostor Remains

-

The nighttime alarm sounded, indicating the end of the work day, and the crewmates returned to their bunks and settled down to sleep.

-

 Day 2

 -

The crewmates once again descended the ladder and downloaded their daily tasks, this time in silence. There was no conversation as the six walked in different directions towards their daily tasks.

Logan and Princey set off towards storage to refuel the engines, and Dad went with Hot Topic towards navigation to set a course. Trash Man went off towards electrical maintenance to repair corrosion to the wires.

Janusss made his way over to the reactor.

Once inside, he opened a wiring panel to the reactor’s left. He took out a pocket knife and snapped a couple of wires.

Just enough to cause some trouble, he thought. Checking there was no one around, and glancing at the nearby camera to make sure it was inactive, and opened the hatch leading to the ventilation system. He quietly climbed inside, shutting the hatch behind him.

-

He lifted up the vent and poked his head out, checking he was alone.

Coast’s clear.

He climbed out silently, right as Trash Man rounded the corner. He was about to climb back in, but it was too late. He’d been seen.

Trash Man made to turn around, but Janusss was faster. He lunged, pulling out his knife, and stabbed him in the back.

“One down, four to go.” He hissed.

He was about to return to the vent when it occurred to him. He could get away with this easily.

Janusss opened the panel for the lights and flicked the switches up, disabling the lights on the whole ship. Satisfied, he then went back in the vents and crawled swiftly to the reactor. He poked his head out. Nobody was there. He set off back to electrical, and after a few moments Logan was beside him, having come from the upper engine.

The others were crowded around the panel, and as soon as a light switch was flicked into place it was switched back again.

I could get another one here.

He pulled out his gun, and fired at random. Logan dropped to the floor, and before the others could react, he hid the pistol in his pocket again.

The others abruptly abandoned the lights and looked around frantically. Janus did the same.

Dad was the first to realise who’d been hit.

“Logan.” He cried. “They got Logan!”

Janusss feigned a look of shock before realising that he was wearing a helmet that rendered his face unreadable. Princey stepped back, turning towards where Janusss had killed Trash Man.

“Look.” He said. “Trash Man’s dead too.” He knelt down beside his brother. “I swear on my beautifully manicured sword I will have revenge-“

He was cut off by Dad, who told him they were going to the Cafeteria to have a discussion.

-

“Who did it?” Hot Topic asked.

“It wasn’t me,” Dad said. “I was clearing asteroids with Princey. He can vouch for me.” It’s true.”

“It’s true.” Princey said. “We were together the whole time.”

“Well, me and Logan were in the top engine before the lights cut.” Janusss explained. It was a half-truth; as he’d always say, the best lies contain half the truth. “I was refuelling it and Logan was realigning it.” He could almost hear Logan (and probably Trash Man as well) screaming at him from beyond the grave. But he knew the others bought it. They had seen him and Logan enter together, after all, and they nodded along to the deception.

A sudden voice jolted Janusss out of his thoughts. “What about you, kiddo?” Dad asked, and it was directed at Hot Topic. “You’re the only one who’s not spoken yet.”

Hot Topic was hunched over, seeming nervous despite the space suit hiding his face. “I was in the Med Bay, inspecting the samples.”

I can get one more, Janusss thought. I just need to twist this a bit.

“It may just be me thinking this,” He began, “But it does seem a little suspicious that you’re the only one of us without an alibi.”

Princey and Dad nodded in agreement. “Although I hate to admit it, Janusss is right. You’ve got no-one to verify what you were doing.” Princey said. “Sorry, Emo.” He added.

Hot Topic sighed. “Fine. Eject me. But one of you is lying, I just know it.”

Princey and Janusss held Hot Topic’s arms behind his back as they led him to the airlock, and he didn’t struggle. Dad pulled down the lever to open the door, and Janusss smiled to himself behind his visor.

-

Hot Topic was not The Impostor.

1 Impostor Remains.

-

 Day 3

 -

There was no conversation as the final 3 remaining loaded their tasks onto their tablets. They each went in a separate direction. Dad towards communications, Princey to the Med Bay, and Janusss into storage.

Dad was scared. There were only him and two others left. One of them was the impostor, and they’d only know for sure if they were caught. If they didn’t, they’d all end up dead.

Dad’s hands were shaking as he frantically tried to fix the wiring of the computer.

He heard footsteps behind him.

He turned.

Janusss was standing in the doorway.

Dad froze.

This is it.

Janusss walked towards him, and time seemed to slow.

A gunshot sounded throughout the ship. Everything went black.

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DEFEAT

-

“Dammit!” Roman slammed his fists on the table. “How are you so good at this?” He asked, glaring at Janus. “This is the third game in a row you’ve won!”

“What can I say?” He said, smirking. “Deceit’s my thing. This game was made for me.”

Patton rolled his eyes, smilling good-naturedly. “Alright, settle down. Who’s up for a rematch?”

“Oh, you’re,” Logan said, pausing to hold up a vocab card, “’On’.”

“If Jan gets impostor again he’s gonna win!” Roman shouted.

“I’m just better than you.” Janus snarked. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Virgil smirked. “I can’t wait till I get impostor. Oh, I am so gonna get my revenge.”

“Hey, revenge is my thing!” Remus shouted. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get it first.” He said quietly, smiling maliciously at Janus.

Virgil started another round. “Let’s do this.”

#fanfiction #my fics #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #inktober #inktober 2020 #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #among us #among us au

[writefightandflightclub]

Two steps back: chapter one

**NEW SERIES (1/9 parts)**

Series summary: this series spans decades in Poe and readers’ lives, with snapshots of moments based around the following themes.

Four times Poe said he’d stay with you.

Four times he tried to leave you behind.

One time you made it work.  

Chapter Summary: (STAY:ONE) you and Poe are young kids on Yavin 4. He promises to stay with you, but you know his heart is set on the stars.

GIF: by @logan-solo​

Author’s note: OOPS I started a new series. Expect angst, pining, slow burn, + a lil fluff. The 9 parts are sketched out already so these chapters should all be shortish snippets (shorter than this one!), and I don’t intend for this to interfere with my ongoing series Violent Delights. I also hope to keep requests + one-shots progressing at some kinda rate.

This is quite different to anything else I’ve tried before. Also, this is my first time having a go at Poe’s backstory! How’d I do with chapter one? Please let me know! And, let me know if you want to see this continued!

Word count: 2.1k

Most afternoons, when you were a kid back on Yavin 4, you climbed this purple-barked massassi tree with Poe. Perching together on the usual, overhanging branch, your necks would be craned, his eyes fixed up at the sky to study the A-Wings performing their drills and manoeuvres beyond the canopy. Sometimes, you’d split a wrapped punnet of koyo fruit, sharing it with the family of woolamanders which dwelled there to appease their jibber-jabbering. You would swing your feet, nothing but air beneath them for some distance, your heart almost in your mouth at the feeling of being so high off the ground.

Of course, Poe loved being up high; closer to the sky. He loved watching the ships, even then. He risked the climb, risked being attacked by swarms of carnivorous stintarils, just to get a view through the clearing in the trees of the ships rolling and ducking and diving in the sky. It made him happy; made him come alive. So, you always let him drag you through the dense jungle with him. You were his best friend, after all. Had always been his best friend. Where else would you be but by his side anyways?

Besides, Poe needed you. He got lost whenever he tried to go it alone. Your Mama frequently said, with fondness, that Poe looked at the sky so much he couldn’t see what was right in front of him. He was oblivious to the markings and signs that would give him direction and lead him home. You, on the other hand - you knew this shifting jungle well. Young as you were, you knew the sounds and thrum of it like you knew your heartbeat. Poe was driven by an engine. He was impulsive, full of momentum and metal and fight, always searching for something just beyond his horizon. You, however, were filled with a steady, coursing river, at times tranquil and at times forceful, but always entrenching your path through known terrain. You were always content with deepening your understanding of what was right in front of you.

You were different to one another, but that’s what made you best friends, perhaps. Or, maybe, it was simply owing to the fact that your families were neighbours. Or, maybe, the war can make friends out of anyone, because they all have the trauma in common. Whatever it was, you’d always come out here together. Ever since you could remember. The only thing which changed year-on-year was how high he dared climb in the tree. Each year he reached higher and higher, as did his lofty ambitions. 

When the A-wings came in for landing they’d pass low, right overhead. The branches would shake, the leaves would become frenzied and Poe would become alive with it, the blast of air whipping his dark, erratic curls about his face – at least those which didn’t yet cling to his forehead, damp with humidity. The rumble of the engines as they zipped overhead seemingly powered that half-toothless grin which always followed. You’d always impart a sharp shriek as the branches wavered, worried about falling out, so Poe had formed the habit of wrapping his little arms around you, hands sticky with koyo juice, and keeping hold of you until, one-by-one, the entire fleet had passed above you. That way, if you fell out of the tree, he’d fall too. In kid logic it made perfect sense to you both.

The war made enough sense to you too, even then. You knew that it was dangerous and sad and unavoidable, and that a lot of people never came back from it. You also knew -in words you didn’t have yet, perhaps- that the boy next to you was destined for the stars. That he ran like an A-Wing; he needed fuel and flight to survive, the pulse in his veins was warm and constant and thrumming like an engine. He desired motion. The war made you afraid, and, often, you got that same feeling whenever he’d talk with glee about becoming the best pilot in the whole galaxy. But you never told him it made you afraid. Never voiced it. You never did have the heart to wipe that smile off his face.

The one time you begged him to stay with you, it was after you had slipped down from the tree on your descent, falling a short distance to the jungle floor. Your knee, grazed against an exposed root upon landing, stung with pain. You didn’t cry, being the tough little koyo nut you were, but when you looked down and saw red you exclaimed dramatically that you’d never be able to walk home, and that you’d be left in the jungle alone to die and be devoured by stintarils.

Poe clambered quickly and more adeptly down after you, crouching by your side, pressing his hand on to your leg to stem the bleeding. The koyo juice was acidic and stung you even more. “D- don’t leave me alone in the juuunnngle” you had wailed, part-concerned about the stintarils, yet perhaps also feeling fresh with the grief you’d unwittingly absorbed from the grown-ups after the last mission’s fleet returned depleted. Perhaps dwelling a little on Poe’s unrelenting keenness to fly away from you at the soonest opportunity.

“I’ll stay with you all night and help you fight them away.” he says earnestly, his brown eyes steady and determined as he meets the tears brewing in the corner of yours.

“Y- you will? You’ll stay with me?”

He pats your hair with his grubby, sticky hands and comforts you in all the ways he has learned to comfort someone so far. “Yep. You’re my best friend and I love you. I’ll stay by your side for always. I’ll protect you and I’ll love you until all of the stars go out.” At that, your expression sours, and fresh tears form in your eyes, a wail emanating from you. “Does it really hurt so bad?” Poe asks with concern.

Poe is bewildered as you stand with ease, seemingly free of pain despite your continued tears. He reaches out to support you and you push him back with a firm palm to the centre of his chest. “Go away, Poe.” you bite off, before turning to race back through the jungle, hair and tears whipping behind you. You leave Poe in the dust. He might be destined for the sky but you are at home on the ground, and you pick through the dense undergrowth with ease, your footing sure. You pause once you clear the tree-line, throwing a glance behind you to make sure he’s following you out. You might be upset but you would always make sure he found his way home safe. Always.

Once you’re sure he’s safe, you pelt back to the house and throw the door open, where your mother startles in her seat at seeing your tear and snot-ridden face emerge through the doorway. “Mama. P-Poe said he’ll love me until all the stars go out.” you announce through sobs, and before she can react you’ve buried your face into her skirts. Seamlessly, she downs the dismantled blaster parts she was working with and bundles you on to her lap.

“You have to help me understand why that’s a bad thing, darling.” Your mother probes in a confused tone, producing a cloth from her pocket and wiping your wet cheeks and nose.

“H-he’ll only love me until the stars go out. But I wanna be h-his best friend for always.” You explain through your waves of tears.

Your mother’s chest shakes with a kind exhale of laughter and relief. “Honey bean.” she soothes, pushing your hair back from your wet face and clutching your little face in her hands. “Until all the stars go out? That means forever.”

Your tears stop almost instantaneously as if a switch has flicked, even though your bottom lip continues to tremble. “It does?”

“It does. Baby, the stars will never go out.” Your mother fights to suppress a good-natured chuckle over just how upset this adorable misunderstanding has caused you to be. Still, she feels for you, as she knows that you love that little boy with an umatched ferocity you nor she can begin to fully comprehend. So, she tugs you into her chest for a warm, surrounding hug.

“B-but he’s going to fly away. And. Not e-everyone who flies away comes back.” Your mother’s grip on you tightens, and she stills for a moment with her arms around you. However, by the time you’ve tipped your head up to look up at her, searching for reassurance, a soft smile graces her features, the sadness and guilt in her eyes expertly smoothed over. Still, she feels she should have done a better job at hiding the pain from you. And, oh, how she wishes she could protect you from it.

“My sweet little koyo nut.” she coos. “Our dear Poe is always going to find some way to come back to you. Isn’t he going to be the best pilot in the whole galaxy?” You nod as if you’ve accepted his dream verbatim, and finally seem content at that. All of your sadness is forgotten so quickly, as if it never even happened. After years of the heaviness of war, how your mother wishes she could learn the same trick.  “So,” she begins, injecting a veneer of happiness into her tone. “Do you want to help me clean these blaster pieces? Do you remember how they fit together?” She walked a thin line of shielding you from the war and arming you with enough tools to be able to survive it.

“I can do it, Mama.” you enthuse, rolling up your sleeves and diving into the task, wriggling on your mother’s lap until you are in prime position to reach across the table top.

Before too long, there is a soft knock on the door. Your mother pats your butt until you hop off of her, and clicks the door open to reveal Poe clinging bashfully to his father’s leg. “Package for the little miss.” Kes calls through the house. “Delivery of one upset little boy.” Kes’ eyes are apologetic as a wash of confusion makes its way over your mother’s face.

“Oh no. Him too?” your mother returns Kes’ apologetic look.

Kes ruffles Poe’s thick, black curls and leans in to offer a whispered explanation. “All I can gather is, he was told to ‘go away’.” He shrugs softly. “Not a clue. Figured I’d be better bringing him on over to work things out for himself.”

“Honey bean, we have a guest.” Your mother announces pointedly, giving you a stern but loving prod with her eyes to indicate you ought to join her. You shuffle bashfully over to your Mama, your hand also winding around her leg for security.

Poe’s big, apprehensive brown eyes peer at you from beneath fronds of his mussed curls, cheeks tear-stained. “Why’d you tell me to go away?” he asks, his voice tiny, taking matters into his own hands like his father suggested.

Tentatively, you look up at your Mama, whose hand presses to your back and guides you forward towards the boy. “I’m sorry, Poe. I don’t want you to go away ever. You’re my best friend.” You reach out for Poe’s hand to initiate your secret handshake. The rules are the secret handshake can’t be denied. Poe reaches back and completes the secret signal, giving you a silly, cherubic grin in conclusion, all his sadness forgotten. “Wanna help me clean blasters? Then maybe Kes can teach us to shoot?” You look up at the man hopefully, having begged him practically every time you’ve seen him for instruction.

“Show me that you can put one together in five second and we’ll talk, kiddo, you know our deal.” Kes bargains. His negotiations had you becoming pretty adept at weapons assembly, if he did say so himself.

You nod determinedly and drag Poe over to the table. You quickly become engrossed in the task and don’t notice your respective parents huddled in the doorway, at first, speaking to one another in hushed tones. Still, you’ve learned by now to suss out what it all means. It’s only ever one of two things. Either something bad has happened, or something bad is coming. This is the cycle of war, which encroaches on your lives a little further every day, no matter what they do to protect you or prepare you for it.

For now, at least you and Poe have each other. Even if it’s becoming obvious that your paths, and your roles in this war, are diverging even faster than you seem to be growing up. For now, maybe you simply choose to believe that he’ll stay with you for always.

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Radioactive Ch. 2: Pulsar

Summary: Logan has had it up to here with being carted around between several groups and has no plans on waiting to be rescued.

A/N: Title comes from Celldweller’s “Pulsar”.

Me to Me: I think I’ve damselled Logan way too much. I probably should fix that.

Logan: *throws up his hands* FINALLY!

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Logan startled awake, as if something had pulsed through him. The logical Side didn’t know how long he’d been out but the last thing he vaguely remembered was being tied up in the truck. His hands still zip tied behind his back.

Now he was leaning back in some recliner, not cuffed and still in his superhero suit. Which he was immediately thankful for.

Carefully, Logan stood up and looked around the room and saw it had a huge glass wall that overlooked some kind of room. The room looked like some type of nightclub, and something like a fighting area for a small group to fight in.

Logan noticed there was a large group of people talking, many of them staring or talking angrily at Tubbo.

All at once, Logan realized he was deep in enemy territory and needed to extract himself immediately. Moving away from the window, Logan tried to put himself as far out of sight as possible and evaluate what odds he had to work with. His suit and helmet was still one but his communicator, and PAD was missing. He didn’t have his TASER or stun blaster either.

But first he had to get out of his bounds and out of this room, hopefully to find his equipment or something comparable.

Logan looked around the room for a stable place to sit and brace his body weight and saw a coffee table. He’d sat down and was trying to move his hands so he could snap the ties when he heard a little chuckle.

“Having fun?”

Logan startled and turned to see someone standing across the room, leaning against the door frame. The individual, Sam, was wearing a green gas mask with black lens. A long purple cloak draped down his back. The logical Side hadn’t seen him before and he paused.

“No,” Logan answered calmly. “I am very much not. I would like my equipment back and I would very much like to leave.”

The person with the gas mask chuckled as Dream walked in. Logan immediately twisted his wrists and popped the zip tie. His wrists hurt but they were free.

“Time?” Dream asked.

“1:15, AM,” Sam looked at his watch.

“Hmm,” Dream thought out loud. “Getting comfortable?”

“Why have I been brought here?” Logan asked, trying not to sound hesitant or even slightly intimidated.

Dream took a seat as Sam stayed by the door. “Well, you’ve started taking walks, and anytime I tried to send one of my allies to talk to you, you’ve brushed me off. So I figured we’d try this again.”

Logan felt frustration climb into his throat. The logical Side had never met these people, his initial thought was that he was somehow being confused for Deceit. But it was clear from his interactions with Tubbo, whom Logan was fairly certain was a part of this group, that Logan was acting differently to how they thought he should be acting.

They think I’m a thrall! Logan realized grimly, remembering how the heroes had regarded him and the other Sides for a good while. King still expected it of Logan, and as of late had become incredibly hesitant to spend any time with them.

After the realization had touched his mind, Logan became aware that he had to escape, and get back to safety. Dream seemed to have some different expectations than the heroes did, which meant he might know more about Thomas’s condition than King did. That was information that Logan needed, because if it kept Thomas from thralling the other Sides it was invaluable.

“I see no need to repeat the conversation then,” Logan told Dream, eyes scanning the room again for a weapon or an exit.

“No, no,” Dream refused, summoning two glasses and a bottle of Scotch. “I need to know how much territory you’ve marked out, your little snake arm keeps stabbing at my allies and workers. I can be amicable, I promise, we can set something up so I can give you your space. We’ll be like neighbors.”

“All of Gainesville is my territory, get out,” Logan told him.

“Well that’s not very neighborly,” Dream replied smugly. “And it’s also untrue. Dark owns the whole area around the Harold Jacobs bridge and you seem to get along with him and his little kittens just fine.

“Part of that area used to exist in the city of Egoton and holds no strategic value to me,” Logan told him, trying to channel as much of Janus as humanly possible.

“That’s an interesting way of putting it,” Dream said before a message string came from his mouth and shot out to the door before phasing through it. “You know, I’ve never actually seen one of your kind. Whenever I can get close the legs gain control again and kill their legate. It’s quite gruesome to watch.”

Logan was stalled by that, “If you’ve never seen the legate, how do you know it is a gruesome thing to see?”

Dream paused, “Excuse me?”

“Did you see the aftermath of the fight or were you there when the legate was killed?” Logan repeated. “The syntax of those sentences seem to be contradictory.”

The gang leader paused, “Of course I saw the body afterwards, or the host, anyways. Left a nasty mess, the other arms had to be put down. Huge mess.”

“Of course,” Logan repeated in absence of anything else to comment on.

“So that’s something for you to keep in mind,” Dream warned. “They get out, you’re dead.”

Logan didn’t like that. He wasn’t sure which insinuation he was less okay with, but he needed to get out. So despite his every instinct to not turn his back on Dream, Logan started heading for the door. “I don’t believe that there’s anything further we need to discuss. I’m leaving.”

Sam stepped in front of the door, making Logan have to look between Sam and Dream. The later of which was starting to stand up.

“Take a seat,” Dream said. “We’re not done talking.

Logan did walk over to the table, but he picked up a glass and smashed it against the table. It cut up his hand but there was a shard large enough to use as a weapon.

“I do not like being taken prisoner,” Logan told them.

“Damn,” Dream commented, noticing the blood coming from Logan’s hand, the suit’s glove ripped up. “Fuck that body, I guess.”

“Step aside and let me out,” Logan ordered.

Sam summoned a trident and braced himself against the door. Logan glanced at the window, wondering how thick it was.

“Sit down,” Dream told Logan.

Logan took a chair and threw it at the window as hard as he could, he had to drop his glass for a bit. As he picked it back up, Logan saw that the glass had shattered.

“Sam!” Dream called out and Logan bolted for the window, ramming his shoulder into the glass and it gave way.

Logan fell to the other side and hit the stairs hair, tumbling off the stairs and landing hard on the floor, slamming into a stereo system in the process.

Everyone in the Server stared at Logan, he had several cuts on his body and his visor had cracked. Making him immediately miss his nanite suit, it would have absorbed these simple attacks and given him additional weapons to fight with.

Sam vaulted through the window and started rushing down the stairs as Logan began to panic.

“Why don’t we head back upstairs?” Sam told Logan, his trident punted at Logan and it began to charge with energy.

Logan looked around and some type of switch in Logan’s mind flipped. He meant to hiss, but a weird glitchy wail came out instead. A piercing EMP blast came out of his throat. All the lights went out and every electrical socket and wire that wasn’t grounded arced.

Sam let out a grunt of pain that echoed by several other glitches in the room. Besides Sam, five other people, all glitches, felt the EMP flare out into the darkening room and felt various amounts of pain due to their own magical resilience and proximity to Logan. Logan felt his body moving and he grabbed the arcing cords from the stereo and in an instant Logan was gone.

Foolish was the one to reset the lights and breakers as Ponk rushed over to Sam. Bad was almost screaming over Skeppy who only seemed mildly injured.

“Sam? How bad is it?” Ponk demanded, kneeling down next to Sam.

“Arrrggggh!” Sam was clutching his chest, on a knee and bracing himself on his trident. “Fuck that, what was that?”

“He’s gone now,” Foolish warned, turning to another of their group. “Hey Slime, go find him.”

“Got it,” Slime grinned and disintegrated into green slime and shot towards the closest fountain or sink.

“Where is that muffinhead!” Bad demanded angrily. “I’ll rip his muffining head off!”

“Just find him,” Dream ordered, “before he gets out.”

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migraine pt.3 | chronic

gif: @logan-solo​

rating: mature

word count: 3k

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, fluff but also ANGST, jealous!mando aka my favorite kind 

a/n: this literally took so long to write bc i basically changed the last half of this fic, but i’m rly happy with the results. there was a lot i wanted to include about life before din left, and i thought i’d put them in separate like one shots, but i figured that it would be include in the main story too. this is basically like an anime recap episode LMAO. enjoy!! thanks for the love <3

summary:

“But slowly and languidly, there was a sense of tenderness that began to bleed into the crevices of your daily lives.”

When you and the Mandalorian existed in another time, another place. 

parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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Dreams these days never really consisted of anything new. Old memories played in your head like a holovid, both the good and the bad. Tonight, they were filled with him. 

In the beginning, the two of you never really acknowledged what it was. 

You fucked only a few more times after the cockpit. Business always came first, of course, and sex wasn’t a regular occurrence. But when the tension (often mixed with the adrenaline of bounty hunting) became too much to handle, you were all over each other. Most of the time, you were in either of each other’s bunks, and you only did it in the cockpit when you couldn’t bother to go down the ladder. At first, you chalked it up to strictly satisfying physical needs. With the two of you in such close quarters, it only made sense. The aftermath often involved getting dressed and cleaned up in silence. There would be an occasional joke or two, but the discussion usually steered itself towards the next mission. 

But slowly and languidly, there was a sense of tenderness that began to bleed into the crevices of your daily lives. Your hands would linger on each other longer. He seemed to loosen up around you, joke around and indulge you in conversation. It was such a stark contrast to his menacing, stoic warrior demeanour he used when rounding up bounties.

Once, you found yourself too distracted and flustered to even spar with him.

“At this rate, you’ll never win a match against me,” he poked, legs straddling your waist as he pinned your arms down

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, irritated. He had won against you using the same move, twice. 

You’d never tell him, but your eyes were definitely indulging over the build of his body, imagining the way his bare muscles flexed or his lips moved against yours. 

Squirming against him, you hiss, “Off, Mando.”

He chuckles and your chest tightens. I bet his real voice sounds like heaven.

“I dunno, I think I like you like this.”

He studies you under him, helmet tilting sideways watching your chest heave up and down. A wave of heat washes over you at the thought of tearing off his mask and pulling him down for a kiss. Mando lightly laughs again and you swear you’re going to fucking lose it.

“I think you like it too.”

With all your strength, you bring your knee into the small of his back, knocking him forwards as you twist to launch him off of you. After shuffling up to stand, you spin on your heels and march away, embarrassed at how he’s got you flushed and smiling like an idiot schoolgirl. 

He’s still groaning in pain when he calls to you, “Done already?”

You stumble on a witty response, “You’re the worst!”

Smooth.

--

You weren't the only one losing their cool. Mando became a lot more defensive of you in those days; you nearly killed him once because he kept trying to cover you from blaster fire. He even started a bar fight for you. 

You hated the stares you received by virtue of being around him; traveling with him always meant that being unassuming was impossible. Normally, people would avert their eyes. If you were particularly lucky, a poor soul would try and push the Mandalorian’s buttons, not realizing they’re digging their own graves. One day, however, you’d hit the jackpot when they decided to  target you. 

You sat across from him in a booth, patiently waiting for the quarry to pass through; you took the side facing the door while he was turned away, taking advantage of the element of surprise. Out of the corner of your eye, three drunk bumbling idiots stumbled from the opposite end of the bar. Despite your stealthy gaze, one of them locked eyes with you, and when you saw his lips curl into a disgusting smile, you knew you were in for it. 

The man you saw and sauntered over to your side of the chair. His friends shuffled behind him like dogs, and he practically beamed when he saw Mando, seemingly nonchalant.

“My my, Mando! You’ve got quite the catch here,” he says, undressing you with his eyes, “Where’d he buy a thing like you, baby?”

Are you fucking serious?

You cocked an eyebrow and shot him a glare in response, but remained quiet. You turn back to your view on the door, praying to Maker that he’d leave you alone. But the man didn’t let up.

Instead, he turns to your partner inquiring,

“How good of a lay is she, huh, Mandalorian? Bet she’d be a real treat for me and my boys” his men move a little closer to corner you both, “How much to take her off your hands?”

Can a girl just exist?

“I’m not for sale,” you snarl, voice tight. A dull pain begins to echo in your temples.

“So she speaks,” Your irritation only seemed to egg him on, “C'mon darlin’ let us take care of you. I promise I’m good for it.”

Your fingers were itching towards your blades, but you were still waiting on the quarry to enter the cantina. A scene would scare him away and you would lose your money and time.

Business comes first. 

At least, that’s what you thought.

Mando’s voice cut through your exchange, “Get lost, she said she’s not interested.”

“Now, that’s not what we heard, was it boys?” His men laugh in agreement behind him. His eyes turn dark as he goes to place a hand on your shoulder, “The lady can speak for herself. I think we can negotia-”

A blaster shot whizzes by your ears before you can even think to fight back against him. Mando, ever the gunslinger, shoots again towards his leg, knocking him onto the floor.

And then the whole bar descends into chaos. 

Drunkards pile on top of each other as tensions crescendo; the sound of a single shot has everybody up in arms. Your migraine only grows in intensity as the situation spirals out of control. To top it off, amidst the chaos, you see the quarry a few paces away. His eyes were wide watching the shitshow before him, and in a panic, he scurried back out the door.

You’d caught him eventually, but not without traversing the entire underground marketplace that stretched under the city. By the time he was in carbonite and you were both in the cockpit, your irritation boiled over.

“Are you insane, Din?” You fumed, “When did you get so careless? We nearly lost him!”

He simply looked at you as if you knew the answer, but his silence only fueled your exasperation.

“Fine, don’t talk to me,” you grumbled, throwing your hands in the air, “I’ll be in the refresher.”

You turned to leave, but his gloved hand suddenly gripped your upper arm, spinning you into his chest. It was then that you realized how much bigger he was, dwarfing you in his arms as he rubbed the space above your elbows. 

“He was gonna touch you,” Mando’s voice was low, bordering on a growl.

Oh. The air in the room shifts dramatically.

You take a shaky breath, your voice quieting down to a whisper, “And if he did?”

The gloved hands on your arms squeeze like a vice grip. Your heart swells.

“He’d have a hole in his head.”

Your expression softens before your lips spread into a sly smile. You move as close as you can, eyes boring into the black space of his visor.

“Tell me something,” you swallow hard as you gingerly move his hands to your waist and trace your fingertips over his breastplate. Mando’s breathing is ragged through his vocoder, and you relish in his excitement. You bat your eyelashes a few times before peering up at him.

“How good of a lay am I, Mandalorian?”

His fingers dig deeper into your sides before pulling you even closer, erection already stiffening against you. He groans out a response, “Let’s find out.”

--

There were little things that warmed your heart, too. When you were stuck in your bunk with a migraine, he never let you get up to do anything by yourself. He brought you water and food and he took extra care in opening the door so no light was let in and he wasn’t too loud. When you could tell he was dozing off in hyperspace, you forced him to go to bed. If he was particularly stubborn, you shoved him into the co-pilot’s chair and covered him with a blanket. Sometimes, if you came across a market with a few extra credits, you’d cook him a real meal, leagues better than the shitty ration packs you normally partook in. 

And then, there was the first time he kissed you.

You were strolling through a bazaar before a job when you stopped at a produce stand, excitedly picking up a fuzzy white peach from the box.

“I haven’t eaten one of these since I was a teenager,” you say, bringing up it to your nose and sniffing, “They smell amazing. We should get some later.”

Much to your chagrin, the job went south that day. You were so frustrated and angry that you’d completely forgotten about it, caked in mud and grime demanding to go straight back to the Razor Crest.

Holed up in your bunk and fresh out the shower, you were clad in only a long sleeve shirt and underwear when you heard him knock. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see  the fiercest hunter in the parsec standing before you with a plate of peaches from the market, sliced neatly into little wedges.  

Mando sat with you on your bed as he watched you eat; you told him about how the fruit used to grow on trees in your family’s orchard in the summer. Though you acted like you were sick of them, you always ate it when you were upset. You smiled at the memory of your adolescence, silently cutting up the fruit into wedges and eating them outside during dawn, right after your first break up with some boy.

You were so caught up in the memory that you nearly jumped when Mando leaned in and took your chin in his right hand. His finger traced over the side of your lips, and your heart raced in your chest. 

“Sorry, it’s just,” he uttered, “It was going to drip on your chin.”

You would’ve thought he’d lit your body on fire. Your core ached and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. When he began to pull back, it felt like instinct to grab his wrist and keep his hand near your face. You leaned into his touch, pressing a chaste kiss to his thumb. 

You began to crawl across your bunk to him when he stopped you, “Wait.”

Mando stood, and closed the door and shut the lights off. Darkness enveloped you both, and you called out to him, “Din?” His voice cut through the inky dark, “Can you see anything?”

You hear him shuffle, as he stands in front of you, “I dunno, can I?”

“Y/N,” he urged, impatient.

“No, Din. I can’t see.”

And then you hear the air hiss, and metal clanging to the floor. Realization hit like a meteor crash.

He took it off.

You panic immediately.

“Din, wait! What are you doi-”

You shut up the instant his hands cup your face and his lips are on yours.

And it felt delightful, better than any kiss you’d ever had. Your eyes flutter shut as you deepen the kiss. Your arms go to wrap around his neck, and you pull him even closer, elated at the way his soft hair feels in between your fingers. You were sure that he could taste the sweet, tangy peach on your tongue. When he pulls away for air, your face feels flushed with heat and you could feel your swollen lips.

You’re in a daze, “You kissed me.”

He laughs and you hear it. His real voice. No distortion. No modulator. 

“I did.”

He does sound like an angel.

“Do it again.”

--

When it all broke apart, it wasn’t like the steady, dawdling way you fell in love. The break was quick and it stung worse than any migraine. 

“What do you think?”

You walked around the cockpit, tracing your fingers over the controls. “Why? You thinking of an upgrade?” You shoot Mando a smile. He doesn’t seem amused, “It’s nice, I guess. Smaller, though. We already have a tough time fitting together in the Razor Crest.”

You’d been on Nevarro for a few days, having finally finished your last job. Instead of going back to the Crest, however, Mando took you to a shipyard and aboard an empty cruiser. The Slipstream’s windows were big and were much cleaner, but space was still an issue even if you and Din didn’t carry much.

You turn to him expecting a response, but he only says, “Let’s go.”

“Wait, Mando,” you reach for his shoulder, “What is this about? I don’t understand. Why are we here?”

He doesn’t stop to answer, “I said, let’s go.”

You let out a huff as you followed him out of the cockpit. Ever since you landed, Mando’s behavior had flipped like a switch. Your friendly talks had been reduced to one-sided exchanges. He’d been ignoring you, cold like the beskar he donned on his back. 

“Mando!”

He kept walking down the loading ramp. His terrible attitude had made your blood simmer for a while, and now it was all boiling over. 

You stomp forwards, stopping at the entrance to the hull and shout. 

“Din, stop!”

And he does, but he doesn’t turn around.

You’re fuming, “What is your problem? You’ve been in a shitty mood ever since we got here and frankly I-” You’re interrupted by something flying towards you, instinct having you catch in your hands. It’s a small silver device. Code sets, for what could only be the ship you’re currently standing on.

The dots begin to chaotically connect in your head, “What the hell is this?”

“It’s the -”

“No, Din. I know what this fucking thing is,” You’re seething with panic and rage as you hold up the silver box, “I mean, what are you doing?”

He only stares up at you, the mask emotionless and frigid. The reality of the situation was crashing into you like waves; you were begging to any god that this was just a fucked up nightmare. Tears were stinging in your eyes, threatening to pool and pour over. 

You hated how your voice cracked, “Answer me!”

“I’m leaving you, Y/N.”

Fuck. Hearing him say it out loud made your gut wrench. 

You made an audible sob; you couldn’t control it. Shuffling to the bottom of the ramp, you’re desperate to try and connect to him, bring him back to you. The questions spill from your lips.

“Why? What did I even do? What’s wrong?” You bring your hands up, cupping the sides of his helmet. You whisper through your cries, “Din, please.”

You know. You feel it in your bones. You know he feels it too. 

He gently holds your wrists, “We can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t we talk about this?” You plead, “I know something’s wrong, you gotta let me in.”

“Y/N, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” he chides, pulling your hands away from his helmet. Your heart feels like it’s in freefall when he turns around to continue walking.

You try to scramble forward to pull him back but to your horror, you’re met with the barrel of a blaster. The noise that roars through your ears sounds like shattering glass. You gape at him, a mixture of shock and disbelief contorting your features. The figure that stood before you was unrecognizable. Because it wasn’t Din, the soft lover who kissed you in the dark and traced words of Mando’a into your sternum. It wasn’t even Mando, the old snarky friend who joked at how bad of a shot you were and who laughs like a complete idiot when he had one too many sips.

It was the Mandalorian, the ruthless and deadly warrior poised and ready to fire you away.

--

You wake up smelling peaches and blaster smoke.

Shifting to sit up against the wall behind you, you groan at the dull ache in your head and heart. Mando is here with you at the foot of the bed; you’ve memorized the way the bunk feels with or without him. 

“Why are the lights off?” You ask.

“I didn’t know if you were going to wake up with a headache or not.”

Of fucking course. It drives you insane how considerate he is sometimes.

You suddenly become more alert as you remember, “Aayn’vida, where is she? Is she safe?”

He quells your anxiety immediately, “She’s safe. I took her to her family.”

“And Khan?”

“Cold.”

You feel him shove pills and a bottle of water into your hands. You took them, and as you both waited for the pain in your head to subside, he told you what happened in Jaemai. As it turns out, Aayn’vida’s mother was a doctor for many years, and she was kind enough to check on you and care for your wounds. Khan’s goon nicked your right side; no major organs were hit, but your skin was likely scarred since it was basically singed off. There was another thing, however. Mando had asked her about the constant migraines,  “She said that they can happen because of stress or trauma.”

You laughed bitterly, “Well, we both know I have plenty of that.”

Silence blankets you two again. Even in the dark, you can tell when the Mandalorian is uneasy. You wait for him to confess.

“If I’d known this would’ve happened, I would’ve never asked you to come with me,” he lets out a tired sigh, “I’m sorry.”

You roll your eyes. Why is he so fucking nice?

“We’ve been through worse,” you say, a familiar feeling fluttering through your chest, 

“Besides, this just means I’ve rightfully earned my 80%”

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A Jedi Epic is Dawning: Beau Willimon Joins Star Wars!

Okay, Star Wars fam, here we go again! We got some interesting news from a galaxy far, far away. Remember that secret Star Wars movie we heard about last year, the one directed by James Mangold (Logan, Ford v Ferrari)? Well, get this: it just snagged a powerhouse screenwriter: Beau Willimon, the mastermind behind House of Cards! This isn't your typical lightsaber showdown. Forget blasters and bounty hunters, here we're talking "Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi" which takes us way back in time, a whopping 25,000 years before Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. Willimon joins forces with Mangold to craft a script that explores the very origins of the Force. Think of it as a Jedi origin story explaining just where did this mystical energy come from, and how did those first space wizards learn to use it? This project is shrouded in more secrecy than a Sith ritual, but here's what we do know. Mangold's been itching to make a Star Wars flick with a biblical epic vibe, something along the lines of The Ten Commandments. Think sweeping landscapes, dramatic confrontations, and the birth of a legendary power. Willimon's no stranger to space adventures. In fact, he actually wrote a few episodes for the hit Disney+ series Andor, including the epic prison break episode. But Dawn of the Jedi sounds like a whole new level. This guy's known for his dramatic chops and weaving political intrigue into his stories (think House of Cards!), so expect a Star Wars movie unlike any other. We don't have a release date yet, but with Willimon on board, things are definitely heating up for Dawn of the Jedi. So, grab your lightsabers (or metaphorical space pens), because we're about to dive into the ancient history of the Force! Star Wars throws you into a galaxy brimming with unforgettable characters. From swashbuckling Jedi wielding laser swords to wise old masters and charming rogues. It's a space opera filled with thrilling dogfights, epic battles between good and evil, and a mystical energy field called the Force that lets you move things with your mind! There's adventure around every corner, whether it's lightsaber duels, daring escapes, or uncovering the mysteries of the Force. Source: The Hollywood Reporter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2x_9gTmCXU Read the full article