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abibliophobiaa · 6 months

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Idea for ya: Reader and Eddie are in a competition to see if Elena's first word will be "mama" or "dada," with no success thus far. Uncle Steve comes over and picks her up, only to be greeted with an ecstatic: "TEEB!"

Elena's first word is Steve.

xoxo @munson-blurbs

a blurb from the daylight world.

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader.

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It started around the time Elena began trying to form words. Granted, they were never full ones. Just the rounding of vowels, the formation of letters, all of which she seemed entirely enthused with.

And because of it, Eddie had started a sort of competition. Your ever competitive (now) husband thought you’d make a game of what Elena’s first would be. Which led to countless dinners spent with her little feet kicking in her high chair as you both took turns cooing, “Say Mama” and “Say Dada,” in voices that seemed out of place on your thoroughly tattooed rockstar.

But for her — for her he was always unabashed, ever doting, in love beyond words would ever come close to explaining. Those first months of tour, when you’d been unable to join him, he made true to his promise to call nearly every day. Trying his hardest to never go a night without telling you he loved you, nor a day without talking to his baby girl before she laid her head down to rest at night.

Tonight, however, happened to be one of those nights. Chrissy and Steve would be arriving soon, their newest baby girl, Brie, and Melody along with them. And given that your table would be expanded to fit from seating three to seven in mere moments, Eddie worked overtime.

He presently had his fingers curled around a waving fist, his lips smacking loudly into his giggly baby’s cheek as he repeated, “Dada” over and over again into a wrinkly neck. Repetition was his game, but you were relentless too. Distracted her with her dinner, which earned a pouted argument from Eddie, as you then reminded her “Mama” was the one who fed her from quite literally your own body for the first months of her short life, and still continued to do so now even as she’d moved onto more solid foods. And if you’d thrown strawberries onto her plate in a form of bribery she wouldn’t even understand, which you knew were her favorite, then so be it.

“She was close to saying it,” Eddie argued, watching Elena struggle a bit to force a piece of macaroni into her mouth, orange already mushing against her cheek.

“Technically the doctor says she’ll talk when she talks,” you told him, moving over to the kitchen to throw some final ingredients into the salad bowl you'd started. “And then she won’t stop after that. But I know how much it means to you, what with you being away so much.”

“I just don’t want to miss anything,” he exhaled, fingers running through his curly mane, “She'll be walking soon too.”

“I know, baby.” He leaned into your hip as you slid up to his side, fingers rubbing against his shoulder. “I know it weighs on you, but everyone always says how happy of a baby Elena is. A lot of that is thanks to her dad, you know?”

The edges of his smile spread across the palm that came up to stroke along his cheek, his fingers reaching up to tangle with your free hand. “I love you, Mrs. Munson.”

“Still with the Mrs. Munson, huh?” you teased, dropping a kiss to the top of his head, slinking back to the countertop.

“Until I get over the shock of calling you my wife, yeah,” he said, a pair of arms looping around your waist from behind, your body shuddering as lips pressed to the curve of your neck. “Which, by my estimation, will be till death do us part, and all of that romantic hub-bub.”

“You are a flirt, Eddie Munson.”

“I do what I can,” he chuckled, dropping another kiss to your temple, fingers edging along the hem of your jeans to dance along delicate skin, just as the doorbell rang out. “I got it.”

Said husband disappeared down the hall in a flash, voices filtering through the front door as you lifted Elena from her high chair, using her bib to wipe her dinner from her messy cheeks. The baby on your hip immediately bounced in attention as Chrissy called her name into the living room, Brie’s carrier clutched in one hand, with Melody rushing in ahead.

And then, the room fell into silence as Elena shrieked out, “TEEB.”

Oh no.

Your eyes darted to Eddie.

Then to Chrissy.

Lastly, to Steve, who only chuckled awkwardly, a hand curled around the back of his neck.

Eddie’s face reddened. “Oh, you’ve got to be f —”

Steve clapped a hand over Eddie’s mouth.

——

“Can’t believe Steve was her first word,” Eddie grumbled, head resting against your stomach, fingers curled around your hip.

“Technically it was ‘Teeb,’” you teased, laughter making Eddie’s head shake.

“Not helping.”

“How do you think I feel? I grew her in my body and pushed her out of it a few months later. I have the stretch marks to prove it.”

“Maybe we can start charging her rent,” Eddie murmured, squeezing your hip tighter. “Start charging her now, so when she’s older she can’t leave the house until she pays it off.”

“Ed.”

“Fine, fine,” he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I hope Harrington realizes I’m going to make sure Brie’s first word is Eddie. Only fair.”

Your reply was another laugh.

True to his word, that next weekend when you gathered around Steve’s living room, Eddie perched in front of baby Brie, repeating Eddie over and over again (careless to the fact she was quite literally a few weeks old).

“What is he doing?” Steve asked, appearing at your side in the kitchen, peering out at the sight together.

“He’s playing the long game of revenge,” you giggled, nose wrinkling humorously as Steve tipped his head to the side.

“I see,” Steve said in understanding, snorting.

Elena didn’t learn any new words that week. Nor the next. Nor the one after it. But a month after the now dubbed ‘TEEB Travesty,’ Elena was settled on her bottom in the living room, crashing blocks together where they lay scattered around her on the floor. You sat behind her, her form tucked between the curve of your thighs, leaning in to receive a kiss when Eddie appeared.

“Dada!” Elena wailed, chuckling her block to the floor, arms elevated in front of her on the floor where she immediately began to whimper and whine for his attention.

And Eddie beamed — brighter than you’d ever seen before as he leaned down to grab her, and told his favorite girl he loved her more than anything else in this world.

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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louisetaylor · 1 year

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Some Loki cuteness

(Loki is visiting Stark's house with Sylvie, who's been there several times)

4-year-old Morgan Stark: Uncle Loki! *runs up to him and clamps onto his leg*

Loki, confused: Hello. Who are you?

Morgan: Morgan Stark. Can you make a lusion for me please?

Loki, whispering frantically to Sylvie: How does she know my name?

(Sylvie pulls him across the room to a sofa. Morgan sits on Loki's foot like a parole anklet while he walks, so he has to drag her along.)

Sylvie, loving all this: Uncle Thor always lets her hang onto his leg when he visits. And he tells her about his brother Loki, who's tall and thin with black hair and green eyes and makes illusions in the air.

Loki, sitting down and sticking out his leg so Morgan's a foot off the ground: Well, I won't be outdone by Uncle Thor.

Morgan: Uncle Teeb let me go sledding in his shield.

Loki: Am I in the brotherhood of the uncles now? *puts down Morgan* All right, Morgan. What kind of illusion would you like?

(Morgan goes to a basket full of toys and books and looks through the books. Sylvie helps her.)

Sylvie: What about this one?

Morgan, bringing Loki the book: One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.

Loki, who definitely knows what a fish is: What's a fish?

Morgan, who is very smart: It's a animal that swims in the water.

Loki: Ohhhhh...

(Morgan climbs up to sit between Loki and Sylvie, gives Loki the book. He reads it to her while creating illusions of the fish. By the end of the book, the room is full of brightly colored floating fish.)

Morgan: I love you two thousand.

Loki, trying not to cry because here is a small person who doesn't hate or fear him: That's how old I am! How old are you?

Morgan: Four.

Loki: Then...I love you four thousand.

Morgan, giggling: That's too many.

#loki #fluff #kids being cute #morgan stark #sylki #sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir #steve rogers mentioned #dr seuss #one fish two fish red fish blue fish #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #marvel AU #marvel #uncle loki reads to morgan

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gritsandbrits · 2 years

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@nitkat360 asked about the meme i made

Created my DA account in 2015 to read Hetalia x Reader fics

My oc for DC is in a relationship with Bruce Wayne who is a few years older than her hence the sugar baby joke (she is not an actual sugar baby)

My oc for scooby doo is black and given the reaction to Velma she probably would be called woke...ignoring her personality

My self insert for monkie kid is the center of a love triangle between Sun Wukong and Macaque

Barb (my oc for hotwheels) is the estranged daughter of Dr. Tezla. Her parents divorced when she was 4 and it was only when she was 16 that she met her father again at the Highway 35 race

I ship Kendrix Tennyson wh Varian bc they work so well together I can't explain it but Varian would go for someone like her and he's the only guy she can really stand besides Albedo but that's purely platonic

Given the nature of the franchise I have multiple versions of Kaysha Wallace depending on show. The big mainstay is that she loves fashion and wears pink

Tallulah an oc I made for Monster High id part werewolf which technically makes her a monster but she can't turn into one. She doesn't even had werewolf traits she is human. Her sister on of the other hand can turn into a lycan.

In my au Lloyd's mother is not Misako but a lady named Bashira. She was frozen in stone and had Lloyd taken from her bc her village feared her son. Misako and Wu tried years to find him and that's where the first season comes up where Lloyd learns of his mom. Also bc Misako x Garmadon is so fucking BORING

Jora's dad offered the Incurseans frog legs as a sign of peace...didnt go very well but in his defense he don't know shit about aliens

Because of the shoddy way Arcee and Blackarachnia were written it motivated me to give my female OCs complicated backstories and personalities that didn't revolve around a guy or manpain

After s8 and such Lord Garmadon comes back and shacks up with Odette's family. Her sister Leilani befriends him and Garmadon may have a chance to redeem himself even if he can't access his human form anymore.

In my version of The Amazing Spiderman Gwen Stacy lives because it's my oc Vesta that gets kidnapped by Green Goblin and dies. She comes back in Homecoming as Wolf-Spider in a grand rescuing Michelle from a similar fate; reuniting with Her world's Peter but can't be with him bc she's now helping guard the multiverse from Scarlet Bitch

On plan I had for Rosslyn (my oc for alpha teebs on machines) was for her to be a clone of Mr. Lee's late wife Rosanne. But this was scrapped bc it was too obvious a twist plus I doubt Lee would clone his own wife.

Noelani was originally conceived as Chris Thorndyke's teenage sister and would replace him as the main human. I changed so much of her by then especially to distance her from that shitstain.

An idea I had for Jojo Part 9 was for Jolyne Kujo's mother (Jotaro's ex) to be the main antagonist. Her goal was to avenge Jolyne's death by leading a campaign against stand users seeing them as too dangerous, as well as plotting to wipe out the rest of the Brando family so they can't hurt anyone ever again. My main JOJO, Josephine "Josie, wouldve opposed her alongside her friend Gia Brando (Dio's granddaughter), Josuke 8 and Yasuho.

I have a himbo fetish since some of my personal f/os are himbos

CANON MONSTERFUCKING Amani is dating a Mummy Pharaoh, my self inserts date mummies, and monsters and robots yeah we having a great time

And that's about it!!

Also all ships (that aren't incest\problem/gross/yucky) are canon bc i dont care much for ship wars

#oc lore #oc iceberg #iceberg meme #selfship #selfship lore #oc x canon

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thee-forcefield-guy · 11 months

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"Would you... like to go out some time?"

“Oh!”

Wait…Did he mean it? Like, this wasn’t somesort of funny prank, was it? Teebs twiddled his digits almost nervously, helm held a bit low, but he did nod.

“I’d love to, is there a certain place you’d like to go visit? I know there’s…Not too many places to go besides Swerves, heh.”

#ic #leave it on my tab {asks}#faultfindingfirebot #BABIESSS

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panickedforcefield · 4 years

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I want to hold your hand with all of my hands. Legs. Eight hand legs. All the hand-holding. I'm saying I want to sensuously hold your hand. A lot. I want to intertwine our fingers and rub my thumb over the back of your hand and maybe kiss your knuckles but mostly I'd just really like to press my palm to yours and give your hand a squeeze with mine.

Trailcutter chuckles, trying to heave himself in a position where he can at least halfway sit up and look at his visitor.But he has enough strength to hold out a servo himself.“I would love to. Come here. Give me your servo, Dandylegs.”

#anon #answered #not really anon #XD #Teebs would love that #he would even sing for you

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randomfatechidna · 3 years

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ok after the fic did you try shower orange?

i did NOT try shower orange, unfortunately i am still mildly disgusted by the concept of eating naked? one day though 😌💭

#honestly it sounds fun and i love oranges + being in the shower so THEORETICALLY i should enjoy it?#but teebs i think i would get grossed out. also where do you put the rind?#rose

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wizardwomenwisdom · 2 years

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Your thoughts on Ronance individually and collectively. How are you liking their dynamic this season and what would you want to see from them (canonically or otherwise)?

i love their dynamic for the season as it is right now, but i also have the crippling fear that the duffers are going to turn it into a situation where robin has hard feelings for nancy and simply pines while nancy ends up with steve and tells her that they can still be friends. like i’d rather there be no feelings there at all than there be unrequited queer love bc i’m sick of that shit. of course i’d love for them to get together, but i don’t think it’s gonna happen teebs.

i do love though that we’re finally seeing robin in the wild, especially for her fashion choices. her jacket??? iconic. her pronoun pins???? cutting edge. i’m obsessed with her.

as for nancy i’m getting real sick of this shit where she doesn’t get to have a story outside of her love interests and i just want her to fucking break free man. whether it’s end up with robin or end up single, i really want her to stop being a character made by men, for men.

n e way not sure if that’s what you wanted but that’s what i got.

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #anon ask #ronance rhymes with romance

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reginadaita · 3 years

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Songs I associate la squadra/members with

(This is just for fun, if you want to add a song or your own playlist feel free to do so, I love listening to new music and recommendations! <3) These are songs that I kept somewhat in my head while reading/watching part 5.

La squadra:

- FWM by Tone Stith

- La Musica Che Gira Intorno by Ivano Fossati

- Time of our lifes / Windows down by BTR

- Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader

- We are family by Sister Sledge

Risotto

- Enter Sandman by Metallica

- Maybe by Mariah the scientist

- It might be time by Tame Impala

- Kamikaze by Lil Mosey

Prosciutto

- Vogue by Madonna

- Volare by Dean Martin

- When I fall in love by Nat King Cole

- Shoot it up by Teyana Taylor ft. Big Sean

Melone

- I need to know by Doja Cat

- Around the world by Daft Punk

- Super Bass by Nicki Minaj (in general most of Nickis songs)

- Passion by PinkPantheress

Ghiaccio

- Beef Flomix by Flo Milli

- Doves in the wind by SZA ft. Kendrick Lamar

- No bystanders by Travis Scott

- Map the soul by Epik High

Illuso

- Gravity by Brent Faiyaz & DJ Dahi (he could lowkey sing this ahhh)

- Blinding lights by The Weeknd

- U say by GoldLink

- Smooth Criminal / Man in the mirror by Michael Jackson

Formaggio

- Praise the lord by ASAP Rocky

- On the floor by IceJJfish ( he would listen to this just for the sh!ts and giggles, why do I imagine him singing like that when he's drunk 😂💀)

- Louboutin by Vale pain & Vandarossa (he would totally try to flex to this song💀 and come for the spaghetti, mafia and mandolino part💀)

- Mo Bamba by Sheck Wes

(or This is why I'm hot by Mims)

Pesci

- Feels like summer by Childish Gambino

- Shells by Teebs

- Surfin U.S.A by The Beach Boys

- Pokemon Theme Song

#la squadra #la squadra blog

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padawanlost · 4 years

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People often talk about Anakins failings as a Jedi, so how about somethings he was better than them at. Was there ever things (non-Jedi things) that people appreciated him for? Did his loyalty and emotion ever help someone, or make them feel better? Just, some ways in which Anakin being a bad Jedi, ended up making things better.

You asked me there’s any non-jedi trait Anakin excelled at I’d argue Anakin excelled at the most Jedi trait of all: compassion. Unlike the great Jedi masters of his time, who talked a big game about compassion, Anakin actually cared about the people he met and tried his best to connect and help them. But I’m not going to say much about this, I’ll just show you the receipts.

When Anakin and Obi-wan find a captive woman who has been physically abuse, this is what happens:

He was polite:

Anakin was looking relieved. “Water would be greatly appreciated, thank you. Food, too, but I’ll wait for Obi-Wan to come back before I eat.” She crossed to the small kitchen table, put down the precious holoprojector, then nodded at the commercial-sized conservator her keepers had so kindly given her. “It’s entirely up to you. The water’s in there. Help yourself to as much as you like.” He drank three full bottles, hardly taking a breath. Noticing her surprise, he shrugged. “Sorry. My manners aren’t usually that bad. It’s just—it’s been a long, hard day.” “I can tell,” she said, disposing of the emptied bottles down her makeshift kitchen’s waste chute. “You should sit down. If you don’t mind me saying so, you look tired.” He considered his filthy clothes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to dirty the furniture.” [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

He was supportive and unfailingly kind:

“Oh. That’s right.” There was still dried blood on her fingers, and a dull, throbbing pain in her head. “I’m sorry. I’m not normally this stupid. I just—” And then she felt her face crumple and heard herself sob. Her knees buckled and she began to sink toward the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she choked. “Don’t mind me. I’m fine.”

He caught her before she tumbled completely. Lifted her without effort and carried her to the sofa. Boneless and unprotesting, she let him. Let her face turn to his roughly shirted, dirty chest and howled her rage and shame against him. Dimly, she felt his hand warm and comforting on her back and heard his soft voice saying, over and over, “It’s all right. It’s all right. You’re safe now. It’s all right.” The crazy thing was that she did feel safe. For the first time since those Separatist blaster bolts seared the air and sand of Niriktavi Bay, since she saw her friends and colleagues slaughtered, she felt safe. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

He helped her with her wounds:

“Don’t apologize,” [Anakin] said gently. “You’ve got a right to be upset. Now, where’s that medkit?”

“In the refresher.” She pointed. “Through there. Top shelf above the sink. But please, don’t bother. It’s nothing. I can—”

Standing, he frowned down at her. “It’s not nothing. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” Even if she’d wanted to, she didn’t think she could move. Hope had vanished, leaving despair in its wake. Leaving her empty of everything save pain. Her eyes felt scrubbed raw. “Right,” said Anakin, returning with the medkit. “Here we go. And I’ll say sorry in advance, because I’m probably going to hurt you.”

Again, that extraordinary sense of being small, a child, as he carefully wiped the blood and tears from her face, cleaned the bruised, throbbing cut on her forehead with antiseptic, and lightly pressed a steriseal over it. “You’re very good at this,” she murmured. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

He was gentle:

Taking them, she looked up at him and shook her head, even though it still ached. “It’s odd. You’re nothing like I expected.”

“Why?” he said, perching on the edge of the nearby chair. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know,” she said, floundering. “I can’t say I’ve ever given the Jedi much thought. I mean, not as individuals. I never expected to meet one—let alone two. I don’t tend to go places where your skills are needed. But—well—you’re gentle.” That made him smile. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

She sat down again. “I understand. This is war. You have to look at the big picture. You can’t afford to see the little people.” Scurrying like rodents. Sacrificed for the greater good.

“That’s not true!” Anakin protested. “That’s what the big picture is. Lots and lots and lots of little people. You matter, Bant’ena. The friends you lost on Taratos Four, they matter. We’re fighting this war so no more like them will die.”

He was very sweet. Very young. Full of grand ideals and breathtaking, intuitive compassion. She looked at Master Kenobi. Now, there was a pragmatist, a man possessed of a scientist’s soul. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

When Anakin runs into a planet where the population has been enslaved:

As for the native Lanteebans, they were easy to pick out. Hunched and nervous, skittishly aware of their armed supervisors, they were the ones lasering and sweeping and riveting and hammering and sweating to upgrade the spaceport to their new masters’ specifications. They wore nothing but overalls and sandals. No protective eye goggles. No steel-capped boots. No sensor-harnesses to protect them from a fall. The indifference to their safety was breathtaking … and at the same time, unsurprising. Their fearful misery muddied the atmosphere. Beside him, Anakin muttered something. Not in Basic. His outrage was palpable, a red shimmer in the Force. Oh no. Not now.

“Anakin …”

“Look at them!” Anakin retorted, low-voiced. “They’ve been turned into slaves!”

“I know. It’s irrelevant. Focus on why we’re here.” [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

He was generous even with his dreams:

When the war was over he’d go back to Tatooine and see. When the war was over he’d buy any child he found enslaved to Watto and find them a home where they might live and love in safety. Belonging to no one but themselves. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

When Anakin runs into a group of poor kids playing in the street:

“Just like Mos Espa’s slave quarter,” Anakin said under his breath. “Everybody knows everybody else and nothing much stays secret.” Obi-Wan nudged him with an elbow. Not now. They’d accumulated a gaggle of children, who seemingly had nothing better to do than tag along in the newcomers’ wake, giggling and whispering and kicking a soggily inflated synthafibe ball.

[…]Grinning, without bothering to ask if he might, or if it were wise, or if they had the time to spare, so independent these days, Anakin jogged to join them. After a moment’s amazed hesitation the children welcomed him with squeals of delight, rough-and-tumbled him into their midst and made him one of their own.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “He’s nice,” said the girl with the bracelet and the ragged hair, wandering over to stand beside him. “Don’t be cross with him, Teeb Yavid.”

[…]“But—” Gathering his thoughts, disciplining himself, he watched Anakin scoop up one small excited boy, too young to kick the ball, and zoom him overhead like a fighter chasing a vulture droid. The boy nearly sickened himself with laughing. “Greti, are you saying—”

[…]“So that was merely a cynical exercise in the manipulation of a local populace?”

“Oh, no,” said Anakin, grinning. “It was fun too.”

May the Force give me strength. “And that business with the boy? Because when I said no heavy lifting I—”

Anakin’s amusement vanished. “He wasn’t heavy. These younglings are skin and bone. I look at them and—” He clenched his jaw. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

And this is just a few examples from ONE book series. The EU (TCW and the movies) are filled with moments of Anakin caring deeply for people he barely knows (TPM, anyone?) as the Jedi stand back and chastise him for caring too much. It’s so unfair that people forget that Anakin wasn’t always cruel and selfish. They forget that for a long time Anakin was of the few Jedi who actually acted on the compassion all Jedi were supposed to possess.

Anakin Skywalker didn’t become a heroic figure during the war only because he was a good fighter. He was a good person too. A person who cared about people as individuals. And the sad part is that people forget this compassion and caring attitude wasn’t learn from the Jedi, it was learned from Shmi Skywalker. A person that also acted on her words about being kind and generous:

“Helping others isn’t always easy, is it? If people paid us to be good, the galaxy would be overflowing with kindness. But most of the time there isn’t much reward, and sometimes it even costs us dearly to do good things. Yeah. What if it costs so much that it hurts? I think we should do it anyway. Make it a habit, like eating or breathing. Once you do, you’ll hardly even notice the cost.” Star Wars Episode I Adventures: The Ghostling Children by Dave Wolverton

Anakin and Shmi’s generosity, kindness and compassion was real and truly heroic and, imo, it’s the most important trait a Jedi should possess. Ahat’s why I think Anakin had everything he needed to be a great Jedi. He had everything else too: kindness, compassion, fighting skills, etc. the only ‘trait’ he lacked was the acceptance and support of his superiors.

#ask #anon #anakin skywalker #sw meta #meta: anakin #txt

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crissiti · 3 years

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WHOO. I got a lot of hot takes to talk about, but I'll mention one of them for now. I feel that Trailbreaker is underrated and underutilized in the transformers media. He has potential, from being under-appreciated, feeling like a one trick pony, and having special forcefields. Not to mention his spotlight comic. I think he could have an interesting story arc involving serving as the main protector for main future children characters. Also, imagine Teeb's arch nemesis being TFA Lockdown.

I can definitely see him in a show that has human kids like tfa or tfp and I thing he would have fitted in really well! Tbh there are lots of cool tranformers characters that are barely used and I would love to see some change of the usuall cast of Bumblebee, Arcee and OP

#transformers #asks #crissi answers #trailbreaker #sorry for the wait btw #hot takes

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witchofthesouls · 5 years

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IDW bots and their bitty

A continuation of the pregnant human! s/o:

Fortress Maximus

Even with a prolonged carriage, Ratchet induced emergence since your human body can’t handle carrying a developed sparkling from Fort Max’s class size. You would be suited to fully carry a minibot or standard size, but the sparkling’s growth is outpacing your body’s ability to properly supply it.

The incubator the engineers designed looks like a cross between an 800 gallon fish tank and the inside of a computer monitor. The fetus looks like…. A blob. A metal blob with flashing biolights and thin tentacles that connect to the dissected monitor parts of the incubator. Ratchet tells you and Fort Max that their development is normal, that their current state is normal, that the necessity of all this due to size differences is normal:

“Tap on the glass.”

“Why?”

“Just do it and watch happens.”

You do and the messy spherical shape wiggles, biolights blinking rapidly and Ratchet says, “That’s them saying hello to you.”

It’s oddly fascinating and beyond weird that you watch your blob-baby eventually shifts and settles into a curled up bipedal figure. The sentio metallico has mainly set and they have your nose and Fort Max’s face.

Fort Max still has a lot of fears and doubts over his suitability as a parent but when he holds them for the first time: the warm, soft protoform in his servo, stubby limbs kicking out, and their field mingle and latch onto his with ease, he chokes up and his spark burns with love for his newspark.

Since they need more time to develop their finer systems they have to sleep in the incubator but Ratchet lets them crawl with supervision for the exercise. Due to them having very little functioning vision and unable to properly identify EM fields far away, they go after Ultra Magnus thinking its Fort Max since he’s also Big and Blue with a very large field radius.

Ultra Magnus has to comm Fort Max or you to get them to calm down since they realize that he’s not their sire. You need to don on the exosuit since the sparkling can't control their strength and Fort Max places them against his chassis until they stop crying. He needs to stay until they’re soothed back to sleep.

It takes time but eventually they can come home your and Fort Max’s habsuite. The first two weeks are really stressful since the sparkling too used to the medbay and its organized chaos, Fort Max is terrified of crushing them in recharge, and you’re exhausted from the shiplife and trying to be on top of the feedings.

Rewind and Tailgate are total life-savers. They went through the embarrassment of being the dummy and the newspark’s here and too cute and they totally try to one-up each other as the favored caretaker.

Bitlet’s really sweet, prefers being around their parents and just watching everything around them. Really enjoys sleeping on mecha.

You often walk into the habsuite with Fort Max conked out with the bitty in his arms, content with a bottle and nearly asleep from the crooning music. (You need to thank Rung for that piece of advice.)

Trailbreaker/Trailcutter

Because the LL is the LL and an absolute trouble magnet, it’s docked for repairs but apparently at that planet Smokescreen had unfinished business with the underground that wanted to end it. Permanently.

Newspark comes into the world amongst gunshots under their sire’s shield with Hound bracing you and Smokescreen as the delivery nurse.

Usually a mellow baby. A very chubby one, too, since Teebs feeds them all the different snacks he makes. His recipes are such a hit that Swerve preorders and does Snack Nights at the bar. He and sparkling eat up the reject-looking ones.

You and Teebs still do yoga. Sparkling tries, too, with varying levels of success and then would climb onto carrier or sire with far greater success.

Baby loves bath time. A lot. It got to the point that they'll howl if they don't get at least 40 minutes in the showers. Teebs just breaks out the tub and just chills with them as they splash around with all the toys.

While they haven't inherited Trailcutter's shield outlier ability, they can crawl up the walls oh Primus there’s fire prints everywhere!!!

Ravage has some fun the little one’s wall travel abilities. He enjoys flicking his tail and having them squeal and try to go after him. If Ravage or Megatron doesn’t particularly like a mech, then spy-cat waits for them to hold the bitlet and watches the sizzling show.

Prowl

Much to Prowl’s annoyance and paranoia, you keep the medic and initially diagnosed you with having a metallic bun in the oven. And luckingly, the carriage went without a hitch, nothing out of the ordinary besides the obvious of you being organic.

The newspark is a mini-Prowl right down to the tiny chevron and bitty wing nubs and a set scowl on their face whenever it’s naptime. As their optics clear, you find that they inherited your eye color.

Personality-wise: A very happy, chirpy sparkling. Loves flappy their developing sensory panels to winged mecha around them. Also picked up some incredibly crude language by Prowl and Starscream’s scathing wing talk (to one another). You need to keep a straight face whenever you see mecha’s scandalized faceplates.

You and Prowl have to keep a good hold of them since bitlet has a tendency to crawl/toddle after winged mecha, especially after Starscream and Windblade.

True to your word, you get a donut plush for the sparkling. And they absolutely love the thing. It’s their favorite toy/comfort item. You and Prowl have to take the blueberry mini donut everywhere. Everywhere. To the parks. To Metroplex. To your or Prowl’s meetings. To the showers. You also got one, a huge glazed donut, for Prowl because hey cops and donuts, amirite? Prowl keeps it since it’s an incredibly durable stress ball and the sparkling loves sleeping on it.

Prowl’s social life increases because many, many really doubt his parental routines; he’s an unlikable bastard but they do it for the sparkling. It’s a very strange picture watching him stack hard-light legos with an obviously happy sparkling or seeing him in your flat in a very domestic setting: you cooking and Prowl being determined to feed the sparkling and said sparkling being equally determined to paint with the energon than to eat it.

If anyone thought that Prowl would mellow out with the bitlet. They’re wrong. Dead wrong. Nothing will stop this angry, frustrated police car hunting mecha down to give them a verbal lashing that could strip paint straight down to the base metal. In fact, he brings the bitlet who then tries to yell gibberish at mecha too because they wanna be like sire.

Storytime with Prowl is him rehashing declassified Autobot files and his convoluted (vengeance) requisition forms, at least the simpler ones. If it’s the latter, then he also has the datapad visualize the item(s) in question since it helps with processor development and language skills. You want to get away from all the crazy politics that’s your life, so you read about the dark fairytales you grew up on.

Rodimus

The kid inherited their sire’s dramatic flair as they missed the due date and were finally ready to get out when your water breaks during an attempt of a hostile takeover of the LL. Rodimus will forever treasure Getaway’s terrible discomfort from being trapped in the medbay, legless as you’re ferally screaming from the contractions and nearly ripped First Aid’s helm off.

This wiggly baby is a fussy sparkling. They very much like warmth and demands to be held and cuddled for heat. Once they figured out can Flame On like sire, ohhhhh they going to singe quite a few bots if their frames not heated enough.

Newspark gets easily cold. Likes fluffy blankets and resting on mecha’s or your chests. Ratchet says it’s because of spark frequencies but you’re pretty sure they just purring from the heat produced from sparks and likes your heartbeat.

Baby’s favorite item is a thermal sheet with all the Rodimus Stars that sire gave them during the carriage.

Rodimus doesn’t like to wake you up for night feedings, unless he really, really needs to because you weren’t able to pump or there wasn’t anymore prepped sparkling-grade mix. He carefully goes over to the cradle and picks up the cold and hungry sparkling and goes around the LL as the bitlet feeds. He likes talking whatever’s going on, pointing out the obvious signs, and telling them all the crazy things he’s done before, during, and after the war.

A few times you managed to wake up and listen to Rodimus croon something in Neocybex, something very gentle compared to his usual flamboyance. You silently watch him rock the cradle while the sparkling finishes off their bottle.

Roddy definitely flip-flaps his spoiler a lot around you and the bitlet. Rodimus would tell you that he’s getting them to exercise their developing panels, Drift tells you that he’s saying love you. You obviously don’t have the necessary equipment to wave it back, but do have the appropriate nervecircuits in the exosuit and with Drift’s coaching you manage to learn enough chirolinguistics to say it back.

Rodimus literal lights up when you do it. Smile so wide and searing that it would have blinded you if it wasn’t for the protective visor.

Rodimus would take his bitlet into meetings and would ask for their opinion, seriously nodding at their babble. Whenever they get too fussy or cranky then it would be time for a break.

They can sneeze small bursts of fire. Sure the habsuite (and a lot of the LL) has been fireproofed but it can still catch people off guard since the intensity directly correlates with distance. Current policy: Grab bitlet and aim high and away from faceplates.

Drift

Even with the careful monitoring and heavy minerals supplements and health boosters, Ratchet had to induce emergence due to slowing growth and lower activity from the sparkling. You carried to the point where they’re developed and settled and just need more time to gain an appropriate size.

Bitty has two modes: Going full speed or sleeping like a brick of concrete.

This is a very determined baby to rob bots of their oil cakes, gummy energon, and rust sticks. And equally determined to find cozy little nooks for a bitty sparkling (and difficult to reach for everyone else) to take a nap. This little one has caused quite a few panic attacks on the LL since they would disappear from their assigned babysitter and could be a n y w h e r e.

Some top memorable places: underneath the quantum engines, in the tub of Megatron’s private showers, huddled in the clean towels of Visages, and Getaway’s trapped-riddled closet. Like how???

You were worried that your little escape artist has an oral fixation, especially since Drift passed on his set of sharp fangs and left a good amount of bites in the swordmech’s finish. He sheepishly explained that the bitlet’s mouth is tender and sensitive and will be for almost a year as their teeth fully set. Chewing helps. A lot.

Has bitten many mecha around: nipping fingers, chewing wrists, chomping pauldrons, and gnawing collar fares. Chew toys became a huge hit for the ‘bots. The former Decepticons, strangely enough, would allow the bitlet to just gnaw directly on their frames.

Marking is a huge thing among the lower castes, which heavily filled the Decepticon faction -a sign of promise, safety, and commitment. Newsparks and bitlets would also nipped on their parents’ frames for comfort since it would soothe anxiety, pain, and gave a small boost of minerals.

Sparkling is very docile AKA stays in one room with Ratchet, Rung, and Ultra Magnus. The medically inclined tend to coat their chew toys with a sweet supplement and let them gnaw the hell out of them and keep lower bookcases empty for the bitlet to crawl into for a nap. Ultra Magnus would read the Autobot Code aloud, his deep and steady rumble of a voice lulling them to sleep while chewing on his kibble. Ratchet uses his old medical datapads and lets them use the training dummy to nap inside. Rung lets them play and smash all the boxes from the completed model ships.

Drift got into music with the kid, playing drums and guitar while they smack the tambourine or maracas. You play with the xylophone until you found something eerily similar to a piano, so it’s great to get back to some Earth pieces.

Mirage offers you nights at Visages to set the atmosphere and you agree because the employee discount is really great and it’s hilarious to watch the barkeep finding the bitlet behind the bar, particularly in the clean towels.

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