#the ships you end up thinking about at 3am in the morning
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he makes her feel selfless and she makes him feel selfish
attempt at a meta or rather more incoherent gushing about these two
I love the contrast of the above scene, how Vash is joyous, all-smiling. While Meryl is wrecked, in tears. Most often, it seems that’s how they also remember each other.
Meryl likes to remember Vash happy and at peace. Vash remembers Meryl while she’s solemn and also a bit vulnerable. In a way, they inspire emotion in each other that’s hard for them to express. Vash has had a lot of sadness in his life, but while he will always wear a smile, I think he finds it harder to let himself be genuinely happy than to cry. Meanwhile, Meryl hates to cry. She hates to let down her guard and appear as if she can’t take care of herself, but with Vash, she really can’t help herself.
I ship WildeHopps (another goofy tall character hiding sadness with a smirk and a straight-laced, determined shorty. even their eyecolors are the same!) and I remember that there was a thing in the fandom about foxes that they can’t help but shout when they see their mate, and I don’t know how accurate the translations are, but even when they reunite again, Vash can’t help but shout out ‘Meryl!’ in happiness (seriously despite how surprised he was, he could’t help his smile. and he only called out meryl despite milly also being there, like rude, vash, if milly wasn’t such a sweetheart and loved you both to bits, but anyway, I digress…)
I really loved the fistbump (*cough indirect kiss cough*) scene so much because in asmuch as it was Vash comforting Meryl, it was also about him taking comfort in Meryl, which when we remember from his waterworks when Marlon called him out on it, he previously found really hard to do.
On Meryl’s side, we actually see that she has the same values as Vash. I love the Little Arcadia chapter/episode so much for this reason. Grandpa’s speech to Meryl about following your own path and your connection to your parents, resonated with her, but we as the readers also know that it’s something that would have also resonated with Vash. She wanted to resolve the conflict without anyone losing their life, and at first couldn’t understand why something like land would be more important than life. But push comes to shove, when she sees the resolve of someone to protect something, she puts her life on the line anyway. We even see traces of it in the anime with how she also shoots non-lethal shots, and that one time when she saved Vash, she shot the light to fall on the person instead of shooting the person. That sort of pacifism is present in her and Milly although they may not be as obvious about it as Vash, which is why despite himself, Vash finds himself growing closer to the girls and considering them as among his most important people despite the fact that he knew them only recently compared to the people from Home and Marlon. Even Milly’s principles regarding family bonds would also be something that would resonate with Vash, and it’s important that he was there in the shadows because I think that was the turning point in how he started to consider them his friends. So in a lot of ways, despite Meryl not wanting him to, I think Vash truly sees the vulnerability that she tries to hide. And I find it so believable and endearing that he would be drawn to her because of that similarity and connection between them.
they both inspire hope in each other
When I say that Vash inspires Meryl to be selfless, it’s in the way she will risk everything just so she can be there for Vash, to overcome fear and her own human limitations, just so she can hold him close. Vash (and through his connections with others like Luida) inspires in Meryl hope for a better world. At the same time, I always got the feeling that the type of love that Meryl felt was something she would be content to keep on giving to this person who always kept on giving to others, even when there was a chance that she would never get it back or have it returned. I imagine that she would have been fine with that as long as Vash felt that he was unconditionally loved.
When I say, Meryl makes Vash feel selfish, it is within the context that selfish for Vash is already a normal level or base desire of wanting to be happy in other people. I remember Legato’s observation of Vash, that he considered himself as having utterly no value in this world. Of course a person like that would be fine with dying!
But this person who considers himself worthless, eventually makes a promise like this.
Vash must know that there’s a high likelihood he’ll die. Someone as self-sacrificial as him wouldn’t want anyone, much less a person he cares deeply for, to be hurt by him. And yet he makes this ‘selfish’ request of Meryl anyways. And it matters so, so much that he does. Because it shows that he can consider himself as someone who can make another person happy. It’s a promise to her, as well as to himself, that he won’t let himself simply die. He wouldn’t anyway because of how much he values Rem, but with this promise, it feels like his wanting to live is finally something he wants to do for himself, and not just as a continuation of Rem’s memory. Like with the fistbump scene, this promise was as much for him as for Meryl. I know he still would have fought to live and to protect humans, but at the same time, in the wake of Wolfwood’s death, I also felt that he would have been at peace should he have died trying. So this promise was to tether himself (to her). It’s something to keep him fighting to live now that he knows there’s someone out there waiting for him, by his own actions at that. More than that or simply put, it’s just a simple thing of allowing himself to want something or someone.
And this is how Meryl inspires hope in him. All this time he’s loved humans, but it always felt like he was living beside them and not with them. He doesn’t know what it is with Meryl, maybe her sheer stubbornness, but somehow she ends up representing that hope, that possibility of finally living together with humans (with her). In contrast to Meryl’s hope, it’s a very simple and humane one. To have someone care for him, to have someone wait for him, to have someone to come home to, to have someone who loves him. And it’s funny that it seems that Meryl expects nothing in return for her overwhelming love for Vash, because Vash actually meets her halfway. He’s the one to initiate the kiss. He’s the one to make the promise and have her promise. Finally, he’s taking the chance of his happiness into his own hands and doing something about it. I just, I really can’t with them. No wonder I ended up being vashmeryl trash.
#vashmeryl#trigun#trimax#trigun maximum#vash the stampede#meryl stryfe#have this messy attempt at a#trigun meta#ships#I really cannot with them#it’s all about the self-loathing and the self-worth#and having someone see you and be seen#who says you have to love yourself first before you can love someone?#it’s also possible that being unconditionally loved allows you to finally love yourself#it’s the subtlety#listen the best ships#the ships you end up thinking about at 3am in the morning#are those ships who don’t even kiss#who say I love you without saying I love you#think#fullmetal alchemist#‘I can’t lose you too.’#‘Give me half of yours and I’ll give you half of mine!’#nightrow knew what he was doing when he did that indirect kiss#‘wait for me’#this is long but that’s only because I have a lot of feelings about them
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Okay not sure you will like this pairing but Max/Lewis or 4433 🔀
If you hate this ship then consider Charlos please? 🙏🏼 Thanks and sorry
Courage, Villagers
Day 1
It’s Lewis and Max in the Milton Keynes Costco against the world.
Lewis probably would’ve picked, like. Anyone else, to be honest. But everyone else is gone, and now it’s just him and Max, racing around checking the perimeter of the Costco, making sure all the doorways are sealed.
They get the last one done—a fire door in the employee break room; they wedge several titanium kayak paddles through the push bar—and Max wipes the sweat from his forehead and says “That is pretty secure now, I think.”
As if in answer, there’s a meaty thunk against the exterior of the door, and then a sliding sound and a long groan from somewhere near the ground.
The door holds. Lewis and Max each let out a long breath.
“Look, man, I’m gonna crash,” Lewis says. “It’s 3am, I’m knackered.”
Max nods. He’s got his pinched press-conference face on. “Me too. I thought I would go to the garden furniture section, there is a big sofa there I saw.”
Typical. Lewis had his eye on that sofa. “Yeah, whatever,” he says. “Night.” He ends up in a water-free jacuzzi, which he fills with a bunch of feather pillows. His dreams are uneasy.
Day 2
They’ve figured out how to work the pizza ovens. Max is tucking into a slice of oozy, gooey pizza, while Lewis has: some nuts and dried fruit, and a granola bar.
To distract himself, he asks “How long do you reckon electricity lasts, after everyone is like. Dead or a zombie.”
Max looks at him, wide-eyed. His lips are greasy with cheese. “That is a good question,” he says. He gets his phone out and types something. “A few days at least,” he says through a mouthful of pizza. “Maybe weeks.” He keeps reading. “Actually I think none of these people know what they’re talking about, they are all just story writers.”
Great. Lewis eats another cashew.
Day 4
They invent Formula Trolley. The racetrack is the aisle that traverses the length of the shop, and there’s only one rule: get to the finish line with your trolley as fast as you can. Winner gets three points, and there’s a bonus point for Longest Coast.
“And through… comes… Hamilton!” Lewis crows, zooming along on his trolley. He wins, with metres to spare.
“Stewards!” Max calls. They’re both laughing, breathless. “Penalty! Driver 44 interfered with his trolley under parc fermé conditions.”
Lewis’s stomach actually hurts from laughing. It’s probably some kind of trauma response to the fact that they’re in a zombie apocalypse. He’s laughing so, so hard.
“Lewis?” Max is saying. “Lewis, are you…” He pats ineffectually at Lewis’s back. “It is ok,” he says. There’s a pause. “Actually it is not ok, everything is shit and we are probably doomed. I can—do you want me to get you one of those vegan chocolates?”
Day 9
The electricity goes out.
It’s unnerving, being in the echoey bowels of the store with no light and no sound. The background hum of the industrial chillers is startling, now that it’s gone.
They make a plan: the next morning at first light they’ll go out to reconnoitre the surrounding area and see if they can find any other survivors. And then they’ll… go from there.
It’s admittedly not much of a plan, but it’s the best they’ve got.
They fill hiking backpacks with supplies: food, bottled water, camping blankets. They make weapons. Lewis ties a vicious-looking barbecue fork to the end of a curtain rod. Max makes a kind of flail out of a heavy stone garden gnome and some chain. They’re as ready as they’ll ever be.
Max hesitates, before he retires to the garden furniture section for the night. “Do you,” he says. He looks at Lewis, face unreadable. “It is our last night, and we might—we do not know how tomorrow is going to go, so. Do you want…?”
Lewis, somewhat to his surprise, does.
#4433#anon thank you for this ask!!#zombie apocolypse au#my fic#🔀 fic#mv33#lh44#im a little sad now that Formula Trolley isn't real
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genres and bands i listen to and how i got into them: an entirely too long useless list i made instead of sleeping
celtic punk
shoutout to the genre ever? i grew up listening to celtic punk literally since i was born. my dad sucks but his music taste does not. this genre is 32% responsible for my leftist punk attitude, which is ironic if you know anything about my father.
- the dropkick murphys: first band i can ever remember hearing. as a toddler i called them “the bastards”. still a favourite forever and everrr. their newish album “this machine still kills fascists” fucks HARD. the band will forever be a formative reminder of my working class upbringing in a miners family
- the rumjacks: late nights and early mornings in my dads car introduced me to this band. i really will tell me ma when i get home and i wont feel guilty about it
- paddy and the rats: one of the only celtic punk bands i actually discovered on my own. in 2018 i went on a sailing ship for a week and that got me rlly into celtic punk again LMAO. this band is so fucking good
emo/pop punk
i was 13 and tbh it was a phase but i still love listening to fob and mcr and sws
- my chemical romance: unironically i think i got into them through band memes
- fall out boy: literally just thru scrolling through youtube when i was 12
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- sleeping with sirens: this band shaped me as a person. kellin quinn the original gender envy. ohhh i miss this band sm
- all time low: a kid in my class in year 7 introduced me to all time low and ill remember him forever for it. hope youre well, jaiden.
- la dispute: got to see them live last year after @starcam413 got me into them! theyre kinda more screamo like sws but not in the same way as sws but definitely emo too
- set it off: this band is still SO GOOD. so fucking good oh my god. truly the fucking era
- the score: i was a greek mythology nerd as a kid (its my major now!) of course i listened to the score. i miss being 13 and listening to the score on youtube on my laptop at 3am so bad
folk punk
celtic punk and folk punk are very related, and i grew up listening to bands like the pogues and the violent femmes. is it really any wonder how i ended up Like This
- the violent femmes: as a child my dad would play country death song in the car. yes i am mentally ill and have daddy issues can you blame me????? (the song is literally about killing your daughter and then offing yourself)
- toby foster: really one of my proper introductions to the genre and what ultimately led me to discover bands like ajj and pat the bunny. found him on youtube through his song tennessee. i was 13 i think?
- pat the bunny: after toby foster i was completely hooked on the genre and of course ended up listening to the king himself, pat the bunny. your heart is a muscle the size of your fist is such a comfort song to me even now. it sucks he no longer makes music but im very happy he got sober!
- schmekel: im trans and punk of course i listen to schmekel. fantastic trans and jewish band that helped me a lot with my transness as a young teen
- mal blum: im counting his music as folk punkish, sue me. no idea how i got into them either. their song new years eve is the song i listen to on repeat every single new years eve, and i have yet to change this tradition. Help Me.
- the front bottoms: I DONT CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS. THEIR EARLIER ALBUMS ARE FOLK PUNK AS HELL. genuinely my favourite band ever. i can’t remember how i got into them but is how i ended up friends with @starcam413 (hi jon!)
- she/her/hers: sooo formative to me when i was 15/16 struggling with being trans.
- harley poe: ohh i love this guy so fucking much. why do i relate so much to a middle aged divorced man????
- days n daze: one of the most popular folk punk bands so i mean. Duh. sooo good i love them.
punk
- the sex pistols: listen. listen to me LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN. i dont even fucking like this band. in fact i despise it. but because my dad is an idiot, he loves this band and played it a lot when i was a kid.
- the queers: i think i heard them on a spotify playlist last year? big fan.
- the muslims: i believe this was recommended to me on reddit?? amazing black and brown queer band, i love it a lot
- tribe 8: im a lesbian with a complicated gender identity of course i listen to tribe 8. trans queer punk band that i listened to a lot when i was like 15 i think
- against me!: listened to them a lot when i was 15
new wave/post punk
got into this genre in 2022 and Hella into it late last year. blame paper girls brainrot.
- devo: got into them in 2022 thanks to an online friend hi ira 🌀 theyve never made a single bad song
- the cure: once again my dad showed me a lot of the cure when i was a kid and getting into music
- blondie: ….have you seen the batman and harley quinn movie….please dont make me say more. the first cassette in my collection is from this band!
- new order: one of my favourite bands right now. like most things for the last three years of my life, i got into this band because of a comic book. the tv adaption of paper girls features two new order songs and it got me absolutely hooked on this band.
rock/all that shit??
- danzig: once again you can blame paper girls for this
- bon jovi: also paper girls. i am obsessed with jon bon jovi’s hair in the 90s. gender envy as fuck
- queen: when i was 14 i found my grandpas mp3 player from the 2000s, he was a big fan of queen. i ended up putting all my music on the mp3 player and ive used it every single day since.
- billy joel: i was raised by my grandmother of course i listened to billy joel. played a lot on our old radio with my nans ipod when i was a kid. apparently my nan isnt even a big fan of him so i guess he was only formative to me lol????
indie
probably one of my most listened to genres just because. i have no reason. ive come to realise that most of my indie music taste is stolen from aura.
- girl in red: shoutout to discovering im a lesbian in 2017/2018 and to my best friend @vampoholica for introducing me to girl in red
- bastille: i love bastille sm icarus is such a good song and as a greek mythology kid i was so obsessed. bad blood youll always be famous to me
- mitski: oguhfhgh i dont know how i got into mitski but good lord. literally life changing.
- the smiths: fuck morrissey. i think this too was aura’s fault and i forgive them bc i love the smiths
- chloe moriondo: ahh the youtube ukulele era how i miss you
- alex g: i can’t remember how i got into alex g but i got into his music in 2022 and now im obsessed and unwell about him
- adrienne lenker: again this is aura’s fault and i am so fine with that. music sooo devastating it makes u wanna throw up and sleep forever
- elliott smith: i started listening to him because of simon vs the homo sapiens agenda
okay thats it thank u for reading this stupid post lol
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Terry Bruno Masterlist
Good Morning - Terry wakes up and he's not alone.
Distracted - Terry gets distracted thinking about your relationship
Vacation Days (NSFW) - Terry gives you the vacation you deserve.
Jealous - Terry doesn't get jealous...
Adore (NSFW) - Terry adores you.
Say It Again - Terry almost loses you.
Honey - Your kisses are sweet like honey.
A Sinking Ship - Terry worries about the stress you're under.
Going To War - Terry and you discuss the potential consquences of his whistleblowing.
3am - Terry's awake at 3am.
Polish Up Real Nice - You have no idea how much your words mean to Terry.
Ferris Wheel - Terry doesn't expect to as much fun as he does.
Armour - Terry struggles with vulnerability.
Rose (NSFW) - You help Terry cope with the death of his ex-wife.
Day & Night - Terry takes care of you after a stint undercover.
Cowboy!Terry:
The Ranch - You fell in love with Terry underneath the stars in Montana.
Whiskey Kisses - You and Terry share your first kiss after a whiskey tasting event.
Memorable (NSFW) - You make your first time with Terry memorable.
Montana - Terry recieves a holiday card in the mail.
Spousal Privilege - Terry becomes your accomplice and your husband.
Wish You Were Here (NSFW) - You and Terry celebrate your first wedding anniversary.
Affair!Terry:
The Day We Met - It's a case of wrong place, wrong time when Terry meets his soulmate.
Giddy - Terry decides to cross a line.
Call It Fate - Terry can't help himself (NSFW)
Ruin (NSFW) - You've ruined Terry for anyone else including his wife.
You & Only You (NSFW) - It's you Terry thanks about.
Quarter Past Midnight - Terry isn't ready to go home.
My Place - Terry needs you.
Stay - Terry asks you to stay.
Hot - Terry can't control himself around you.
Adore You - Terry adores you.
Don't Be Shy - Terry thinks your shy.
"Tell Me What You Wanna Do" - Terry enjoys a moment alone with his phone.
Innocent - Terry reminds you he knows you're anything but innocent.
Three Days - For three days you have Terry all to yourself.
Easy - You make Terry's life easy.
Officer Down - You're injured in the line of duty.
Close - An evening with you leads Terry to end his marriage.
Playlists:
Affair! Terry Inspo
Series
The North Star Series - Part of The Bronx Universe
Pinot Grigio - How it all started...
Tinder - Terry makes a discovery when he downloads Tinder.
Part One: Moments (NSFW)
Part Two: Case of the Ex
Part Three: Her Worse Half
Part Four: Always
Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)
Part Six: Degas
Part Seven: The Heist
Part Eight: A Part to Play
Part Nine: Home
Part Ten: Safe Space
Part Eleven: Weak
Part Twelve: Got Your Back
Part Thirteen: Familia
Part Fourteen: Gunplay
Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire
Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)
Part Seventeen: Karma
Part Eighteen: Lucky
Part Nineteen: Fucked Up
Part Twenty: Orchard Beach
Part Twenty One: Tuscany
Part Twenty Two: New York
Part Twenty Three: Long Term
Playlists:
North Star Inspo
Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader:
Say Goodbye - Terry steps in when Mike finds it hard to say goodbye.
This Mess Is Mine - Terry and Mike discuss your absence.
Missed You (NSFW) - Mike and Terry show you how much they’ve missed you.
Look After You - You and Mike look after Terry.
Dreaming - Mike and Terry take care of you during a nightmare.
Surrender (NSFW) - Terry surrenders to you.
“I can't believe we haven't tried this sooner”
How It Starts
5 Sentences:
“Only a kiss will break this spell !”
“are you really wearing my hoodie?”
“Your lips,against mines. Boom. Kiss.”
“do you snore? please don’t tell me you snore.”
love at first sight
“I think I’m in love with you.”
And I had no warnin’ about who you are.
And if you like to talk for hours Just go ahead now
Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me.
“Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight”
Falling into your ocean eyes
THOTS:
Dates
Affection
I Love You
Marriage
NSFW Alphabet:
Jealousy
Wild Card & Xray
What Makes Him Orgasm
How He Eats Pussy
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politely requesting any andyeddie HCs or any other ship you wanna talk about : )
AndyEddie is so different from my usual rotation of merry idiots that I had to really drop myself into war dad gear in order to write about them, lol. I just spent twenty minutes forcing a non-TP-watching friend to listen while I frantically explained their relationship Charlie Day style. It was basically a hostage situation. I even made her watch a clip.
So here are my thoughts! In no particular order.
Eddie is slightly incredulous that someone like Andy exists and Andy is completely unaware that this is the case. Their dynamic is "I'd follow you to the end of the world." "Even if I never told you why?" "Doesn't matter why." Since as we all know they lived happily ever after, it's fun to imagine how that kind of thing ends up working out over the long term, in peacetime.
I think Eddie calls Andy 'skip' - not always, but sometimes in contexts where they sort of slip into their old, familiar rapport from when they were in the Marines together. We're not talking a spoken dynamic of one being more the leader or in charge, but sort of a comfortable automatic role for each of them in certain ways. Eddie makes the coffee in the morning. Eddie defers to Andy on certain decisions. Why? That's how they've always done it. Andy doesn't give orders anymore but Eddie sort of follows the ghosts of them anyway, which is especially useful when he's neck-deep in a night terror at 3AM and the only thing that snaps him out of it is Andy's voice calling him Lieutenant.
Andy goes to bed last, even if he's tired; Eddie's not even sure he knows he's doing it. He does a check at the end of the night, that the doors are locked and the lights are off and the other end-of-day minutiae of home ownership is done, like he used to check on his Marines before retiring. When they walk together, if there's somewhere too narrow or crowded to walk side by side, or somewhere where the path ahead is not immediately visible, Andy goes first. I'm sure there's no other context where he took a lookout rather than put his guys at risk with disastrous consequences.
I think he doesn't talk about it a lot but man, sometimes it hits him all at once, the kids who died on his watch. When he gets a little quiet, Eddie knows to circle in a little closer, put a cup of coffee in front of him and sit next to him on the porch and let Andy talk if he wants to.
"It's not your fault, skip." Eddie wonders whether, if he says it enough times, it will sink in.
"I know. But it was on my watch." Andy wonders whether, if Eddie says it enough times, it will be true.
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Opinion on the latest episode?
So, I watched it last night before I went to bed, woke up this morning and went through a whole busy day of work and literally just had a few minutes to sit down and think about it.
And you know what I came up with?
It was kind of weird, lol.
Not bad weird, not good weird...just weird.
I don't even quite know why I found it so weird, really. I thought the guest stars - Niki and George - were probably the best guests they've had on so far. They were both humorous without being rude/annoying/too much, they took it seriously and George, while somewhat skeptical, was very respectful in his skepticism and didn't belittle anything that was going on, they were both mostly calm and down to participate...I mean, who could ask for more?
I answered an ask about this earlier, but Niki and Colby's vibes really mesh up well, from a pseudo-psychic perspective (and before anyone has kittens - I am not even remotely hinting at some kind of weird shipping thing here. That is not the school I go to). I don't know why they had to be tied up in order to do what they do - methinks that was just Sam living out some kind of weird Sam fantasy that only Sam could explain to people (I'm kidding...maybe), but I think the energy they can create just works really well together.
I also found the whole thing at the end with the priestess and the Tarot reading very interesting, because of course I did. I find that stuff fascinating, lol.
But seriously? It is all well documented how Ashley (Pythian Priestess) gave them a ready back in January that was a) not good and b) came freakishly true, so when she sat down and gave them another reading for their next 6 months (which, this was filmed around Aug 6thish, meaning they are now almost halfway through their 6 month period here), I had good feelings that their reading was about as accurate as it could get.
And, are we allowed to point out that Sam got the fuck boy card? Or no?
I think what I found weird was just how many...rituals they jammed into this thing. "Hey, lets go sit in a Reynolds Wrap tent for no reason!" "Hey, now lets tie Niki and Colby up back to back like a couple of hostages!" "Ok, now we're gonna go downstairs and play the mirror picture game!" "Alright, now we're going to do a homemade Ouija Board followed by a homemade quasi-exorcism!"
Like, why?
Also, for their challenges...I have opinions on those (and I have asks about them, so I will get more in depth in the asks), but I guess my two main questions are:
Why was Sam so pressed about going in the basement, when he was quite content to run skipping down there by himself at 3am a few days prior?
Why did Colby decide to blindfold himself while he was alone in the woods by a bridge that he absolutely could've fallen off of? Sam never asked him to do that (unless I totally missed that part). Is he...you know...ok?
Overall, the challenges were fine. Sam's went on a little too long and included way too much of him spending the whole time thinking Colby was fucking with him while Colby was upstairs fully anticipating a cancelation and pre-apologizing to the fans for leaving Sam's ass in the basement in the first place. Colby's was just...weird. I just do not understand the point of the blindfold, or of Sam being on the Estes Method via phone. If Colby's blindfolded ass fell in the water and drowned, Sam wouldn't have known or have been able to help anyway, so what purpose did that serve, truly?
I know, they got to face their fears and do something spooky and that's fine and all...it was just weird.
At the end of the day, I found some parts of it really fun, some parts interesting, and some parts fucking weird. Overall, I'd give it a 6/10.
It's been an adventurous ride, for sure!
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Egos + Reader with a Hangover | Headcanons
I need this...don't judge me.
SFW (suggestive)
DARK 🖤
Their natural ringing and disassociative persona doesn't really help the situation.
They get a bit annoyed that they seem to be adding to the problem and try their best to reduce the side effects of the void.
Ends up basically playing guard dog outside your room, generally giving a death stare to anyone who looks like they might disturb you.
ACTOR 🌹
The bastard drank more than you and yet, he's perfectly perky and bright the next day.
He does take the opportunity to gloat a little bit.
Eventually he brings you stong coffee and a full fry up, which you begrudgingly admit is a life saver.
GOOGLE 🖱️
Legit thinks you're dying at first.
Can't get his head around the fact that you chose to put liquid in your body that 'currupts your ability to function effectively.'
Will google (heh) all the possible remedies and make you try at least 6 of them before you admit all you need is a dark room and a hug.
YANCY 🎵
You are both in the same state.
He nearly stabs the first person who tries to get you out of your cell.
You end up curled in each others' arms, blankets tangled in your limbs, your head tucked under his chin.
There are several photos taken (which you don't mind because omg that's cute).
ILLINOIS 🔥
Another one that smugly avoids the hangover.
However, he will deliberately plead innocence, coming into your tent in the morning with the sun burning through, shouting about what a beautiful day it is.
If an adventurer mysteriously disappears in the middle of a mountain range, you have no reason to be suspect.
HEIST 💣
Similar to Illinois, sympathy in this situation isn't his forte.
Will deliberately turn up the lights at base and come into your room, banging on about today being the perfect time to infiltrate the local art museum.
You let him know what else you'll infiltrate if he doesn't let you sleep.
ENGINEER 🚀
No alcohol is allowed on the ship, so there's no danger of you having a hangover.
However, he did once have to hold your hair back when you ate a dodgy synthesised prawn curry.
They're very good at looking after you and not letting on when you end up falling asleep in his arms at 3am Standard Earth Time.
MURDOCK 🔪
He finds it adorable how a simple liquid can have such an affect on you.
Surprisingly comforting as he helps you nurse your hangover.
The only thing that's allowed to hurt you is him darling - and that in itself should only bring pleasure.
PORNIPLIER 💘
You know what the best cure for a hangover is?? 😏
NIGHT🌙
As a worshipper of the god, your ceremonies often involve the ichor of the divine.
Its effects are rather more akin to an aphrodisiac than human alcohol.
He definitely enjoys the side effects of it on you.
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Satellites (7/7)
The last chapter! And it's extra long, but also extra angsty before the promised happy end (I can't write sad endings). Hope you enjoy! I've wanted to write a reverse "Reckoner" (my first Mando fanfic) for a while, and I feel like I've finally managed that. See you soon for more adventures! :)
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What if Grogu hadn’t returned to Din in The Book of Boba Fett? What if he hadn’t been given a choice?
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Modern AU setting: Grogu is now twelve, and he has to rely on his memories as a young child to track down the person who changed his life. The only person he knows who will be able to protect him from the bad man. The bad man who precipitated his separation from the only family he’s ever known. He embarks on a road trip to piece together his past, and reconnect with the people who might help him find his family again.
Read below or on ao3.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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They slowly settled into a routine. It was now the middle of summer and it grew hot some days in the cabin, but the nights were always cool. Some nights though, the stars and satellites he stared at before retiring to bed didn’t quite manage to keep the shadows at bay. The ones that would come to his mind, unbidden, around 3AM. The ones that had teeth.
“Up already?” asked his father, returning from his morning run, drenched in sweat.
Grogu shrugged, his mouth full of cereals. He didn’t want to admit that he’d been awake since before dawn, unable to find sleep again, and had finally given up when he’d heard him leave. But something in his dad’s eyes told him that he knew – a tensed sadness, and Grogu couldn’t look any longer. Instead, he stared at the tattoo at the center of his chest: one of the newer ones, a constellation almost perfectly in the shape of a diamond, right above his heart. Not for the first time, he realized that the wound it covered could have been fatal, given its location.
“Shower, then coffee,” his dad said, and Grogu nodded. Maybe one day he’d figure out how to ask him about it. The operation that had gone very very wrong. But anytime he tried broaching the subject, his father would smoothly brush him off. And Grogu knew better than to push – they’d finally found some kind of balance, and he didn’t want to ruin it. What they had worked right now, and his father hadn’t once mentioned that he needed to leave or go back to the institute – he wanted to keep things that way. Forever, if possible.
“I think I’ll be done with Winta’s computer today,” he announced over coffee later.
Part of his dad’s current work required helping setting up new identities for people under witness protection, which he did through air-gapped computers – brand new laptops that had never been connected to the Internet, for security reasons. But this meant they could only be used once. Usually, he’d then wipe their content and either sell them again if it was safe to do so, or keep some of the parts, but he’d agreed one could prove useful to Winta, who’d been saving up to buy a new one with the money she’d given Grogu.
He had listened, fascinated, as his dad explained what he did, and learned a lot about online security, IP addresses, fake identities and VPNs. For the past couple of days, he’d made sure the laptop was okay for Winta to use, and installed some software he thought would be useful to her for college.
“Sounds good, then we can ship it tomorrow or something,” his dad replied, and Grogu nodded. He’d told him that as long as they were careful to use an untraceable PO box as a shipping address, it was safe to use the post. He’d also confirmed it was fine to send her emails from here, which he had done after digging up her address on her high-school website. His friend had been thrilled to get news from him, and he’d mentioned he was sending her a gift, but he hadn’t said what it was yet. He’d have to email her the password to log into her – almost – brand new laptop, so that might tip her off sadly. This was one of the last things he needed to setup, and he was having way more fun with this than he expected.
“Want to go to the mall before lunch? Then grab burgers?” his father asked as he was clearing the table – they’d been eating mostly in silence, but that was their usual way. Grogu forced himself to smile but didn’t look up. He was still out of sorts after his short night, and he apparently hadn’t been able to hide it. His dad often suggested trips to the mall when he thought he was too bored or too quiet. And it was true that he always felt slightly better afterwards. They kept going to different malls, but it usually entailed getting a couple of new books for him or a Lego, and a greasy but enjoyable meal somewhere.
“I think I’d rather go for a ride this morning,” he eventually said. His dad had gifted him a bike – a sturdy, second-hand mountain bike with thick tires – which had proven to be a wonderful way to clear his mind, and to discover the many tracks surrounding the cabin. He’d gotten lost a few times, but it had been worth it. He hadn’t made fun of him either when he told him he wasn’t very good on a bike – that was just not something they did at the institute, and he’d never really learned how to ride – and simply gave him pointers and advice to find his balance and slowly get better at it. Grogu was now a lot more confident in his ability and even loved going for long rides on his own.
He risked glancing up. His father stared at him with his usual composure, brown eyes unblinking, but he’d mechanically picked up one of his small notebooks from the counter. It made a tap, tap, tap sound against the wood. He was nervous, and craving a cigarette.
“Alright,” he sighed, with a forced smile of his own. “Carson might call later so I’d better stick around anyway, but we can make burgers for lunch on the barbecue. It’s a scorcher today, so remember to take some water with you.”
“I will,” Grogu promised, exiting the kitchen to get dressed.
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Grogu biked aimlessly for a while, but his father had been right – it was only a little after nine but the day was proving very hot already. He thus made his way to a large pond he knew, and rested under the shade of a willow tree. He’d filled up his water bottle and put his current book – The Odyssey – in his new backpack, but he didn’t feel like reading. He didn’t feel like anything, really.
“He’s only going to blame himself if I say anything,” he told a nearby frog, who was also enjoying the cooler temperature in the shade. He’d discovered the frog colony the first time he came upon the place, but they had never answered back. Still, it was nice to pretend their sluggish croaks were them agreeing with him.
“He doesn’t want to know about my nightmares, and it’s not like talking about them helped a lot in the past, not really.”
Grogu had talked to a counselor a few times at the institute, but his nightmares had faded away with time. He thought it was exceptionally unfair that his bad dreams would choose to return now, when he was finally reunited with his father, the one thing he’d wished for for years. But then the very fact that he was here – and that he had been allowed to stay – was linked to Gideon’s return, so he guessed it made sense.
“I know he still feels terrible about handing me over to Doctor Pershing that first time, but he didn’t know Gideon was behind it and yeah, I also know he wasn’t such a great person back then but he did come back. And he came to my rescue as well when I was kidnapped that second time. It wasn’t his fault.”
He wondered who he was trying to convince. Certainly not the frog, whose unblinking dark eyes were slowly starting to set his teeth on edge.
“I’m sure the nightmares will go away once Gideon is caught, and Bo-Katan and Ahsoka are probably getting close, dad said they were following several ‘promising leads’ the other day. I’m glad he’s letting them handling it. And then once that’s done we can have an actual talk and I’ll tell him I want to stay and he’ll understand. I think he’ll be open to it. I think it’ll work.”
Grogu exhaled and picked up a flat rock. Maybe skipping stones would help. Maybe it would calm his nerves. Maybe if Gideon caught him the tests wouldn’t hurt this time. Maybe he didn’t need his blood anymore. Maybe he’d plug him to a machine and ask him to move objects with his mind instead, like in that Netflix show he’d watched with other kids at the institute. Or maybe he’d open him up to look at the inside of his brain. Maybe that way he’d finally understand his so-called ‘powers’ – what a load of bull, he was smart not magic. But surely that wouldn’t hurt because then he would be dead.
Grogu launched the rock with all his strength and the loud noise it made when it dropped in the water scared the frog away.
“Sorry,” he said to no one in particular.
He tried reading for a while but couldn’t concentrate on the words. He felt lonely and sad and decided to bike back to the cabin. He’d be able to read there, he knew. Even if they didn’t say anything – and they usually didn’t – knowing his dad was nearby was the only thing he needed. And since he’d mentioned that Carson might call, it meant he could be away for the night. He’d only done that a couple of times but he’d always been there the next morning, so it was okay. And he knew the work he was doing was important and paid for his food and his things.
Grogu convinced himself he would be fine on his own as he pedaled back home. His father would be bound to check with him before agreeing to anything – Are you sure you’ll be okay here alone? – like he’d done the previous times, and Grogu had known just looking into his eyes that if he’d even seemed unsure, or worse, if he’d lied, his dad would stay with him and refuse the job.
The area was secured, and he’d been shown on the computer how to access and check the alarms and cameras that were hidden all over. He knew how to shoot, and his father had even entrusted him with a gun of his own, which he kept in a special pocket of his backpack. He’d been given the combinations of all the safes should be need more firepower. He’d learned how to use the satellite phone and the CB radio. Grogu felt safe here. He didn’t fear he would be attacked. Even if his father was away. The only thing he feared was what was in his mind.
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Carson Teva was a US Marshall. As such, he oversaw the protection of key judicial assets, managed rescue operations of fugitives, and supervised the smooth running of the witness protection program in the state. Through Greef at first, he’d started employing his dad as a contractor on several tasks. It had actually been funny to hear him talk so uncertainly and almost bashfully about it, as if Grogu was going to admonish him or make fun of him for working – for lack of a better word – for cops. People his father had been careful to avoid back when Grogu was younger, if not openly bad-mouth.
But this had been then and this was now, and there was no mistaking the fact that his dad was and had always been very good at what he did – finding people. And thus, unsurprisingly, helping them stay hidden as well. Not only that, it seemed clear to Grogu that he liked what he was doing. And what he liked even better (obviously) was for an entity that had done its best in the past to try – and fail – to catch him red-handed in some unsavory scheme to now pay him actual money for his services.
He hadn’t met Carson yet, but he now recognized his voice, which welcomed him back when he returned to the cabin. Grogu couldn’t hear their actual conversation – his father had taken the conference call in his room – but he enjoyed the background noise it created as he settled on the small living room sofa to work on Winta’s computer. This was a safe sound.
Over lunch, his father predictably announced that he would need to be away for the night, but for the first time, when Grogu asked him if he would be back the next morning as usual, he hesitated before replying.
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “This one might take a little longer, but you can of course call me on the sat phone if there’s anything. Is that okay?” Piercing eyes staring into his and making sure he wouldn’t lie.
“It’ll be fine,” Grogu replied calmly, scratching his wrist – the watch his father had let him keep felt heavy and uncomfortable all of a sudden. “I have food for days,” he joked – they’d cooked way too much meat on the barbecue.
“Sure?”
“Certain. As long as you promise to take Winta’s laptop with you, it’s ready to be shipped,” he added.
“Deal,” his father easily agreed, and finally stopped looking at him. Grogu had the vague impression that he also didn’t want him to stare at him too closely, but the feeling passed and they had coffee followed by an easy afternoon until his departure.
Grogu spent the night on the roof – it was still hot in the cabin, too hot to find sleep comfortably, and he wanted to be that much closer in case his dad returned early the next morning.
He didn’t.
With leftover burgers for lunch, Grogu decided it was still too soon to start to worry, but he kept the surveillance laptop open, so that he could see all the camera feeds from outside. Just in case. He tried to read, work on a Lego, figure out what to tell Winta in his next email…but nothing managed to hold his attention for long. He kept looking at the door of his father’s room, as if he would suddenly come out.
By evening, he decided to have a look inside. He usually didn’t venture there, even during the other times his dad had been away, feeling like an intruder, but today was different, and he was starting to feel a little scared. He hoped he’d be able to feel his presence there and ease his anxious mind.
He stared at the constellation map for a long time, tracing familiar patterns. He felt like he was missing something – something crucial. But he couldn’t focus on anything except his mounting worry. Sitting on his dad’s impeccably made bed, he took in deep, calming breaths. His eyes settled on the collection of small notebooks above his desk – the kind he always carried around, pocket-sized, with a plain black rigid cover. He knew he’d find his drawings in there, and he wasn’t disappointed. Doodles of creatures – real or invented ones – covered most pages. Neatly written notes of what he expected to be surveillance jobs. Sketches of places. Drawn maps. Random numbers and calculations.
There were no dates or addresses or important information that could be used in case someone came upon those notebooks, but Grogu still managed to find older ones, from several years back. The drawings clued him in – he could see how he’d decided which tattoos to get to cover injuries he’d sustained during the two years they spent together. There were even sketches of him – sleeping in the car, playing on the beach, eating a waffle… He’d forgotten those moments, but seeing them now on the page, he remembered.
In the next few notebooks, the doodles and sketches had disappeared. He saw a lot of gaps, strikethrough text, half erased words and incomplete sentences. The few drawings were messy and abandoned halfway through. Grogu didn’t have to figure out long when those entries had been made, as he came upon the start of a couple of letters, which had clearly been thought about and amended several times, but never sent:
Kid Dear Grogu,
Skywalker said I could write to you How are you? You must be learning tons and I hope you’re getting plenty of food and becoming smarter and bigger every day. If you want to I was wondering whether you wanted
Grogu,
Hopefully you’re not too angry I thought now was a good time to reach out, because I wanted to ask you if
Grogu swallowed hard and closed the notebook. He felt like he had just read something he definitely shouldn’t have. Something so private he wanted to burst into flames and disappear through the cracks in the floorboard. But he’d seen his name and –
Why hadn’t he sent those letters? Why hadn’t he reached out? Why hadn’t he said anything now that he was back? And where the hell was he? Why hadn’t he come back yet? Had something happened? Something bad? Was it all too late to say anything now? Was he injured? Dead?
Shaking with fear, hot tears blinding him as he stepped out of the room, he checked the surveillance laptop again. All the cameras. All the angles. Made sure all the alarms were working. He inhaled deeply and reached for the satellite phone. Its twin was with his dad. There was no answer after he let it ring for a full minute. He waited for 5 minutes then called again. Then again. Nothing. He couldn’t text or leave a message, but then he had no idea what he would say. Should he give him one more night or should he really start to freak out?
Grogu reached for the CB radio and used the code his father had taught him to call Greef. He hadn’t seen his dad, and he hadn’t heard from Carson either, but he was supposed to meet with him the next morning. He offered to come to the cabin, but Grogu refused – he could take care of himself.
He forced himself to eat dinner, then grabbed the binoculars and the surveillance laptop, and climbed on the roof. Grogu didn’t sleep and his father didn’t return.
At dawn, he put food, water, the sat phone, a change of clothes and extra ammo for his gun in his backpack, then waited until there was just enough light and climbed on his bike. He’d be in Nevarro in just under two hours.
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“ – think that’s where he might be?”
A man was talking to Greef at the door of his office – his assistant had been kind enough to let him through, but then he’d probably looked quite the sight with his wind-swept hair, and she took pity on him. Grogu thought he recognized his voice.
“Are you Carson Teva?” he asked, unconcerned about the conversation he was interrupting.
“Who’s asking?” the balding man with the grey beard answered.
“I’m Grogu. Din Djarin’s…son.”
“I didn’t know he had a son, but I guess it makes sense.”
Grogu didn’t have time to ask him what he meant by that. He still hadn’t even told him if he was Carson Teva, but his voice was really familiar.
“If you’re Carson Teva, then can you tell me where you sent him? He’s not picking up his phone and he should be home by now.”
“I didn’t send him anywhere.”
Grogu started breathing a little faster – a feat, since he still hadn’t gotten his breath back from his bike ride. “The other day, your call, I heard you. And then he left. He said he had to work. Where is he?”
But Grogu already knew what his answer would be, because he’d just realized something – something that threatened to turn his worry into full-blown terror. His father had never explicitly said he was off to work on a job for Carson. Grogu had just assumed. As his dad knew he would. ‘This one might take a little longer.’
“I don’t know where he is, kid. I’m sorry. I’m also looking for him. I thought Karga would know, that’s why I’m here.”
“And I don’t either,” said Greef, looking pained, and this time Grogu decided he needed to sit down. Which he did. On the floor. Then ran his hands over his face and blocked his ears so that he wouldn’t have to listen to Carson and Greef’s panicked exclamations as they rushed to his side. He needed to think. And breathe. Not burst into tears.
He could do this. He could figure out where his father had gone. He was counting on him.
“I’m fine,” he eventually mumbled, standing up shakily, ignoring the two men pressing questions. They shouldn’t focus on him, they should focus on finding where his dad was. They were running out of time – he’d been gone for over 24 hours.
“What were you talking about that last time on the phone?” he asked Carson, staring at the floor through burning eyes.
“The next job I needed his help on. He was supposed to do some surveillance for me today.”
“So nothing about…” And there Grogu hesitated and looked towards Greef, who knew the most about his situation, but apparently he needn’t have worried.
“Nothing about Moff Gideon,” Carson confirmed.
“He didn’t say anything to me either, kid,” Greef added. “Only that Bo-Katan was still working on some leads in the Midwest.”
“I know Ahsoka Tano is on a job not far from here – ”
But Grogu had stopped listening again. This wasn’t helping. He didn’t have time to stop and wonder why Carson, Bo and Ahsoka all seemed to know each other either. Was his father investigating alone? Was he working on something completely unrelated? Had he simply broken down somewhere? Been in an accident? Was he injured? Dying in some random hospital?
“ – she asked me about abandoned or disused labs in the region.”
“Labs?” Grogu interrupted Carson again, the word one he disliked profoundly. That stopped his mind from going somewhere even darker – he’d been there before. He’d been certain his father was dead once already. He couldn’t go through it again.
“Tano seemed to think it was relevant,” the man replied patiently, keenly aware of his distress. “That Gideon might be trying to recruit a new team of scientists and rebuild. But there were so many possibilities. The state is full of places that would fit the bill.”
Grogu started walking again and let the two men talk, his legs stiff and uncooperative. He couldn’t stay still.
“I’ll call her,” Carson said, phone in hand, presumably talking about Ahsoka still.
He breathed out deeply and forced himself to stand still and listen to their conversation, hands deep in his pockets to stop them from shaking. He could feel tears threatening to spill from his eyes again – he couldn’t cry in front of them. If he showed weakness they’d start wondering what the hell a twelve-year old kid was doing here asking all those questions. Carson was a cop. He had the authority to send him back to the institute, or worse. His dad hadn’t told him about his existence or about him staying at the cabin, which had been the smart move. Even if it made him a little sad.
The conversation proved short, and Grogu knew what her answer had been even before Carson hung up, but at least she’d picked up. Greef was also on the phone, and equally unsuccessful.
“Tano doesn’t know where he could be either, he hasn’t mentioned he was investigating Gideon to her,” Carson related.
“Bo-Katan and her team haven’t heard from him,” Greef added.
“What do you think, kid? Would he be investigating this alone? Did he tell you anything?”
Grogu stared at Carson. Equally proud and terrified to be asked such a question.
“I don’t know,” he replied honestly after a beat. “But I do think he was hiding something from me.”
The half-truths. The stares. The worry.
Grogu’s right fist tightened around the crumpled bills in his pocket. He’d mechanically grabbed the cash he still had from Winta before leaving the cabin – just in case. How far could he go with $400 before he was caught? But that suddenly gave him an idea.
Winta.
“Let me use your phone!” he asked Greef, running towards him. The man didn’t question his request, seeing the wild look in his eyes, and handed him his phone, unlocked.
There was one program he hadn’t removed from Winta’s laptop, thinking she might find it useful, and it should still work with the credentials he’d used – unless she’d received the computer already, but Grogu doubted this very much. Or at least, he wished it wasn’t the case. And that his dad hadn’t had the time to ship it yet. With shaking fingers, he entered the account data he remembered well, and pressed the button ‘Find’.
Please don’t be at a post office. Please don’t be at a post office. Please –
“Here,” he showed Carson urgently. “Was there an old lab there?”
Carson looked at the map with a frown. The red dot wasn’t very far from here, in a wooded area. But there was no indication of any building, abandoned or otherwise. The US Marshall checked his own phone, looking for information there. This was taking forever, they had to go, now! The laptop was right there! So surely his father –
“Yes!” the man said eventually.
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They saw smoke before they found his dad’s car and Grogu’s heart clenched. He was gripping the grab handle above his window so hard he was certain it would come off. Greef had already called for reinforcements and Ahsoka was supposed to meet them at the scene. But Grogu couldn’t wait – as soon as the car had slowed down enough, he opened his door and ran, caring very little about any remaining danger.
“Hey!” yelled Carson.
Grogu saw that the smoke was coming from an old building in the distance, but the fire seemed mostly contained by now. He guessed an explosion had caused it, since he spotted rubble and debris here and there, blackened or burned. He tried yelling for his dad but he couldn’t make his voice work, either because of the smoke or because of the panic tightening around his throat and making him deaf to the yells behind him as Greef and Carson made their way closer.
His car was here, intact. Winta’s laptop in its shipping box on the backseat. But no sign of his father anywhere.
Grogu kept running towards the destroyed building, his vision tunneling, stumbling on loose rocks and branches. The area was densely wooded and extra hard to navigate in his state, but he couldn’t wait. He saw a figure to his left but didn’t check whether it was alive or dead after ascertaining it wasn’t his father. He didn’t care.
A soft sound to his right – a mumbled word – and only then did he wonder if he should grab the gun from his backpack. A shape was half-hidden next to a tree trunk, partly covered in foliage used for protection or warmth. A pale hand was poking out, with a distinctive blue arrow tattooed on it.
“Dad!” Grogu breathed, coming closer.
Another whispered word, but he couldn’t hear what he was saying over his own loud breaths. He almost fell over him in his haste, moving the leaves covering him to see him better. His eyes were open and staring right at him. Breathing just as fast. Alive, but just. He was worryingly cold, his lips almost as blue as the tattoos on his hands.
“Over here!” he screamed over the lump in his throat, his voice hoarse and barely recognizable. “He’s over here! He needs help! Quick!”
“Grogu…”
“Shhh, it’s alright!”
But it wasn’t. He could now see that the arm he was cradling against him was at a weird angle, and that he’d taken off his shirt to cover a wound on his side. It was drenched in blood.
“How…did…”
“Don’t talk!”
“How…” his father repeated, his stuttered breaths worrying Grogu even more than the blood or the paleness of his skin.
“Winta’s laptop,” he said in a rush, in the hope that it would be enough of an explanation and that he would stop talking and straining himself. How long had he been lying there injured? A few hours? A whole day?
“Smart kid,” his dad smiled, and his eyes started to close.
“No, stay awake!” Grogu urged, terrified he wouldn’t wake up again. This couldn’t be their last conversation. It just couldn’t. There was too much he needed to say. His dad’s eyes snapped open and he groaned. Carson had reached them, checking his wound.
“I think you pierced a lung,” he provided unhelpfully, pressing his own jacket against the bleed.
“No…shit,” his father managed laboriously.
“Greef’s calling an ambulance.”
A nod, but that seemed to cause him more pain, and Grogu didn’t know what else to do but hold his free hand.
“He’s too cold!” he told Carson.
“He’s gonna be fine, kid, that’s just shock,” the man replied, but he didn’t sound convinced.
Grogu reached inside his backpack for his sweater, draping it over his father’s exposed skin. But not before he finally realized what he’d overlooked all this time. He felt a stab of cold terror pierce his brain, almost like an electric charge. The tattoo over his heart. The constellation in the shape of a diamond. Ursa Minor.
“I’ll be okay, little bear,” his father whispered, his eyes resolutely closing. And no matter how loud Grogu yelled at him, tears running freely on his cheeks by now, he couldn’t make him open them again.
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Grogu only remembered glimpses of the ride in the ambulance. Greef’s insistence to take him to Nevarro’s hospital. The news that Ahsoka had found Gideon’s body in the ruins. His small hand clasping his dad’s much bigger one as the paramedics worked. Surely he should have been warming up by now. But he was still so cold.
He was forced to let go so that he could be rushed to the operating room – pneumothorax, broken collarbone, shattered humerus – and someone directed him towards a plastic seat in a waiting room. A hot chocolate was placed in front of him. A sandwich. Grogu was paralyzed. His backpack still on and his bloodied sweater clutched to his chest. His dad’s blood on Winta’s sweater. There was a burning sensation behind his eyes. Born of numbness and exhaustion. He’d cried all the tears he could cry for now. The Ursa Minor tattoo over his heart. The Little Bear. He’d been right there and he hadn’t known. All this time.
Hours passed. Greef showed up. Carson. Ahsoka. No, he was fine where he was. No, he wasn’t hungry. The surgeon came. His father’s heart had stopped during surgery, she said. He’d lost a lot of blood. But he’d pulled through. And he could go sit with him for a little while in the ICU, would he like that? And yes, yes he would.
He almost didn’t recognize him under all those tubes and white bandages. His hand was still cold. He was still pale. But all the machines were beeping just right, the doctor said. He was strong. And yes, Grogu knew that too. He’d be moved to another room later but for now he had to leave him. Greef convinced him to go eat something in the cafeteria. The sky was dark outside. It was nighttime. He looked at his watch and realized he’d left the cabin over 17 hours ago.
He didn’t feel like saying anything so he let Greef do the talking, but the man wasn’t his usual chatty self either. He was worried too, and it made Grogu feel better instead of worse. He wasn’t alone. Thanks to him, he was allowed to rest for a few hours on a cot in the staff room. This was a small hospital, and Greef had a lot of pull in Nevarro. No one bothered Grogu or asked what a twelve-year old was doing here unaccompanied.
Come morning, he showered and changed into the clean clothes he’d brought in his backpack. Bought a coffee from the vending machine. It tasted awful. He got a second one just as Carson showed up again. Grogu was ready to bolt if he so much as suggested he couldn’t stay here any longer. He knew very well he wasn’t supposed to be here alone. He was a minor. He’d ran away from his state appointed home weeks ago. He was at the mercy of Child Protective Services.
“I thought you should have this,” Carson Teva said instead, handing him the shipping box containing Winta’s laptop. “We had to impound your dad’s car for the investigation, so it will be safer with you.”
“Thanks,” Grogu replied blandly.
They sat in the uncomfortable plastic seats of the waiting room in silence.
“So Moff Gideon is dead?” Grogu asked eventually – this he wanted confirmed. Yesterday’s terror and numbness were slowly being replaced by a stark feeling of awareness. Maybe it was all finally over.
“We’re still combing the area and IDing bodies but yes, Gideon’s dead, as well as several disgraced scientists and con men we’d been keeping an eye on.”
“They died in the explosion?”
“Some also had gunshot wounds.”
Grogu hummed in reply and Carson thankfully didn’t add anything else on the subject. They both knew what his father was capable of.
“Think he might go to prison?”
Carson shrugged. “We found a lot of destroyed equipment in the lab. Dangerous volatile substances. Explosion could have been an accident.”
“And the gunshot wounds?”
“Maybe they had a disagreement before the explosion.”
Grogu bit back a humorless laugh.
“No one will mourn those people, and Moff Gideon was a dangerous, awful person.”
“I know,” said Grogu with feeling. That didn’t make it right exactly, but he could live with it.
His father was moved to his own room in the afternoon, and the armchair next to his bed proved a lot more comfortable than the ones in the waiting room. So there Grogu remained, and saw color slowly returning to his dad’s skin. By evening, his eyes started to open.
“Dad?” Grogu said, clasping his hand.
“Mmh?” he replied, gripping his hand back with more force than he’d expected for someone whose heart stopped beating on the operating table.
“I don’t want to go back to the institute. I want to stay here and live with you,” he told him quickly, having rehearsed the words. He couldn’t wait any longer.
“Okay,” his father said simply.
“Gideon’s dead,” Grogu reminded him.
“Good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sleepy.”
And he closed his eyes again. Grogu hoped he’d remember their conversation when he woke up. Exhausted, he fell asleep as well, his head resting over his crossed arms on his father’s bed.
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“You don’t mind the cabin? It’s very small.”
Grogu slowly emerged from deep sleep and sat up against the armchair, the sun shining brightly through the window. He was achy all over. He’d woken up a few times during the night when nurses came to check on his dad, but this had still been the best sleep he’d had in a while.
“What?” he mumbled, thinking those words had been part of the strange dream he’d been having – he couldn’t remember it now. Something about wearing a robot costume. Probably his muscles complaining via his subconscious for the previous nights.
“The cabin. Do you want to move?”
His father sounded a lot better, almost like his regular self. If not for the many tubes still coursing through him, he could have pretended they were having a normal conversation.
“I like the cabin,” Grogu replied, happy that he hadn’t forgotten what he’d told him the first time he woke up.
“I’ve made a lot of enemies throughout the years, so we’ll have to stay hidden.”
“I know.”
“But we don’t have to disappear completely either, we can move around a little freely now that Gideon’s gone.”
Grogu wondered how long his dad had been awake, rehearsing his own words. Now that he was a little more cognizant, he could see a certain tenseness around his eyes and mouth. His free hand was clenching and unclenching around the bedsheet.
“You’re in pain,” Grogu realized. “Let me call a nurse – ”
“No, there’s a few things I wanna say,” his dad stopped him. “The drugs make me sleepy.”
“But – ”
“It’s important, you have to hear this,” he pressed, his eyes intent, and Grogu sat back down.
“The cabin, your room, your bed – it was always meant to be for you,” he started in a breath. “I didn’t know then if you’d want to see me again or stay for long, but it was for you.”
Grogu was stunned. Even if he’d guessed some of it through what he’d read in his notebooks. Or his general caginess when he’d asked about the brand new bed in his room. Or his grades on the fridge.
“That last mission with Bo-Katan and her team… It went badly. Really badly. I didn’t think I’d make it. And you were my one regret. I had to make things right. And then you showed up before I figured out how to get my head out of my ass and ask you. Skywalker was supposed to talk to you about it. I guess it was difficult for him too, I don’t blame him.”
“You asked Luke?” Grogu pressed, incapable to put a name on the emotions he was feeling at the moment.
“Of course,” his father frowned, sweat beading at his brow. He needed painkillers, but he was too stubborn. And Grogu knew they needed to have this talk. “He said he wasn’t sure you liked being at the institute anymore, but he would let you choose. And then the Gideon thing happened and…” A deep exhale.
It wasn’t betrayal, not really. Even if they’d both acted behind his back. There was even some relief there. Somehow, the two of them had known without him saying anything.
“Why did you lie?” he eventually asked in a small voice, because it was the only thing that still really hurt. “You never said you were investigating Gideon on your own, and I thought you’d just be gone for the night, on a job for Carson. Nothing dangerous.”
“I’m so sorry,” his father spoke through clenched teeth, his pain not only of a physical kind now. “I couldn’t bare seeing you like that. You were so scared because he was still out there. So worried. And you wouldn’t say anything. Wouldn’t talk about it. Your nightmares – ” he was out of breath. He exhaled slowly and started again. “It was too much. And when I found out it was actually him you’d seen at the mall – ”
“It was?” Grogu interrupted him, incredulous. His father nodded slowly, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. This was ridiculous.
“Dad, let me call – ”
“No,” he said forcefully. “Let me finish. I was wrong to lie to you, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. But I had to get Gideon. I knew he was close since he’d managed to track us once. And I was right.”
Grogu knew this was the best he could hope for in terms of apologies. “I was really worried.”
“I know.”
“You could have died.”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, you can’t do that anymore, I need you to stay alive,” he tried to explain, badly, his tone rising, legs bouncing up and down against the seat.
His father sighed deeply, his eyes so full of pain it hurt to look at him directly. “I know.”
Grogu wanted to believe him. Desperately. Tears forming in his own eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Maybe this was how happiness started, he thought. With trust.
“Okay.”
And this time he didn’t stop him when he pressed the button for the nurse.
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“Why did it have to be an explosion?”
It was mid-afternoon. His dad had been sleeping for most of the day, but Grogu didn’t mind. He’d unpacked Winta’s laptop from its box – he’d have to get it ready again, that was okay – and had made good use of the Wi-Fi provided in the hospital to do some research.
“I like a good explosion,” his father slurred. The drugs did make him sound a little drunk, but he’d known exactly what Grogu had been talking about. He’d been given a morphine pump and a remote to control his intake of painkillers and had been using it less sparingly since his surgeon had shown up earlier to tell him they’d be able to remove his chest tube the next day, and that yes, it was going to hurt. A lot.
“I just didn’t time it right,” he admitted.
“You messed up your calculations.”
“I did.”
“I wouldn’t have,” Grogu pointed out.
“I know,” he sighed, and pressed the remote once. Grogu gave him a few minutes before talking again.
“I just enrolled in Nevarro’s high school, I’m starting in September. Greef put in a good word with the principal.”
“I thought you already passed your SATs. Skywalker said – ”
“Yeah, and I’ve got an amazing GPA, I don’t care, I want to go to high school, do something normal. I can go to college later, I still want to be an astronaut, I just want to do it at the normal speed, you know?”
“And you’re not going to be bored?”
Grogu shrugged. “Maybe a little. So I enrolled in a couple of university courses as well, just in case.”
“You’ve been busy,” his father noted. But Grogu wasn’t done.
“I also checked the State’s requirements: you need a GED to get a private detective’s license, so I signed you up for next January, that should give you enough time.”
“What?”
“I don’t see why you can’t have one like Ahsoka, that way you’ll be able to find work more easily.”
And be taken more seriously. And stop thinking he was dumb just because he dropped out of high school.
“Grogu, I don’t know, I’m not smart like you, I can’t – ”
“Being smart is overrated, trust me. And I’ll help you. I know you can make it, dad.”
He was silent for a while and Grogu thought he’d fallen back to sleep. But looking up from the laptop’s screen, he noticed that his eyes were still open. He was staring in the distance, lost in thought.
“I know the morphine is making me a bit loopy, but it’s funny how easy it’s been to get used to that word. That name.”
It took a few seconds for Grogu to figure out what he meant but when he did, he smiled brightly. And decided he should perhaps press his luck.
“Once you’re better we should go to Sorgan. Winta deserves to be given her computer face to face. She saved you, after all. And I need to give her back her cash, too. But you bled all over her sweater so I think she’ll let me keep it.”
“Alright,” he agreed with yet another sigh.
“You’ll have to decide on your next tattoo as well. To cover the spot where they put your chest tube,” Grogu added, thinking the prospect would cheer him up a little.
“That’s okay, I’ve decided.”
“Already?” Grogu marveled.
“Well, it’s obvious. It will have to be Ursa Major.”
The Great Bear and the Little Bear. And Grogu nodded, because it did make perfect sense.
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Season 4 vol 2 spoilers kinda (random thoughts or things that happened idk read if your bored.)
So what duffers, you were just queerbaiting all along? The parallels, the byler evidence, all of it for nothing? Before volume 2 I had no doubt about byler and I 100% thought it was gonna be cannon but the love confession threw me off and I'm in tears rn, byler has been one of my #1 ships since last year. I can't imagine how other bylers feel who have been in the fandom since the beginning of the show. The 210+ page slides of byler? Mike pinning, the Mike voice, 'crazy together', Everything just for it to be nothing?
I don't understand, I had so much hope and I wasn't prepared for that scene. I went in there thinking Mike couldn't say it. What throws me off is how Mike says he loved el since they first met, but then Mike pushed el away because he thought she lied about finding will at the quarry. Also heros playing during that one song line when hugging his mom?
Obviously there's a theory about Mike only liking El when she looks like a boy but idk. Bylers, do not lose hope, maybe there's a ton of proof in season 4.
Atleast we got half host will in Hawkins. That to me makes me a bit happy. It disappointed me though, I feel like it was an average season, not really that dark to me like the duffers were saying. Also will didn't come out. We were left on the weirdest cliff hanger.
Did you see how the romantic pairings were at the end when el is picking up the dead flower? J0pp3r, byler and j4ncy, idk could be a coincidence because I don't really believe in those pairing things that much.
It's disappointing to me how I woke up early yesterday morning due to a family matter and couldn't go back to sleep and I'm still not the tiniest bit tired - I've been up for like 24 hours.
Poor Eddie, atleast he died a hero. I think max is gonna be okay because everyone else who was put into a coma was okay, like Henry and if I remember correctly El was put into one too.
Around 2:58-59am before stranger things me and my friend were up waiting for it over text and I said I was having hiccups because I was and she had them too and right at 3am they stopped, that was weird. tell me If you had them too so like we know the duffers sold their soul or sum - im jk but the hiccup thing is weird.
Also I was crying over the love confession when my cat started to meow and I was like whatt? Because I thought she needed food or something and no, there was a frog and it was wet and it basically came out of the middle of nowhere, I'm not joking.
The way Mike didn't notice will was basically sobbing when he gave the painting - why not comfort your friend or ask why he's crying, or did he understand? Jonathan definitely understood and why bring up the Lego thing to talk about it?
Also Jason is just deed now? He got ripped apart by the gate😗✌
I really want will to be a villain now, from how obvious his feelings are and how heartbroken he was in s3 and like tryna hide it or sum in s4(honestly I saw him being a shipper but I didn't think it was gonna be like that) he deserves his actual villain arc but I don't think we'll get it since nothing good ever happens for us. And plus the timing is probably gonna skip like a week or so because of the big gate around Hawkins unless nothing happens but vecnas gonna strike again.
Also am I the only person missing how El brought Max back to life? Also what's with her now? The new her is cool and stuff but kinda scares me cause idk what she's doing. Go girlboss😘
Thanks Noah for trolling, we were rooting for you anyways
I think im gonna take a shower from all the stuff on my long sleeves and I might wash clothes to wear my sweet silk pjs. Wish you bylers luck. Thanks for coming to my (i hope your enjoying your chicken) ted talk.
#stranger things 4#byler#byler tumblr#brainrot#random thoughts#straight from the heart#will byers#will byers villain arc#host will byers#cause i said so#wish yall fellow bylers luck for season 5
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spell [2]. | corpse husband
part one ; part three
-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader
-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst
-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing
-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!
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Two weeks.
It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.
While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.
During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.
It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.
The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.
You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.
You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.
“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.
“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.
“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.
“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”
“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.
“I mean, I definitely am.”
Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.
Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”
“And if I do?”
Y/N.exe has stopped working.
꧁꧂
Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.
One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.
You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.
You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.
For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.
“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”
“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”
“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”
Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.
Until they weren’t.
There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.
They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.
Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.
These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.
Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.
But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.
you:
i’m finished! up next, a break.
corpse:
I hope you did well. How long is your break?
you:
two weeks!
corpse:
Come spend it in San Diego
You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.
Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.
Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.
What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?
Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.
“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.
“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”
“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”
His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”
“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.
“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”
“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”
“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”
“By what?”
“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”
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masterlist
Started: 1/16/22
Last Updated: 9/18/22
Total Works: 32
Requests: open! (I DON'T write smut, and I only do fem! or gn! readers and only male characters) more details here
prompt list here (just let me know what number if you want to request one)
Harry Potter
Golden Era
Harry Potter
dilemma - harry confronts one of his closest friends about a dilemma he has and she comes up with an unexpected solution
Neville Longbottom
kisses and curses - neville opens up to the reader about his parents, then finally gets revenge
Fred Weasley
knock knock - fred tells his girlfriend a joke which could change their lives forever
cinderella - while the reader tries to get ready for her date with fred, he is being less than helpful
dating him includes...
socks - the reader's love for crazy socks becomes contagious and infects fred weasley
George Weasley
3am breakfast - george finds his partner making pancakes at 3 in the morning
girlfriend - a muggleborn reader introduces her boyfriend to Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend"
dating him includes...
something stupid - in which y/n helps george deal with the repercussions of a prank gone wrong, or at least that's what she thinks she's doing...
Cedric Diggory
tattoos (soulmate!au) - in which the reader finds her soulmate after a certain dumbledore's army meeting
dating him includes...
Marauders Era
Sirius Black
dating him includes...
James Potter
little brother - in which the reader's brother comes to stay with her over the break but the marauders are not used to having little kids around
dating him includes...
thanksgiving - the reader's family invites her home to america for thanksgiving and welcome her boyfriend as well
what to say - in which james helps the reader overcome some insecurities
Remus Lupin
snores - reader opens up about an insecurity but remus convinces her not to worry about it
dating him includes...
extra credit - remus notices the reader struggling on a test and gives up his bonus points
Regulus Black
idiot boys - regulus anonymously gets revenge for the reader after she has a date go wrong
The Chronicles of Narnia (movies)
Peter Pevensie
frozen in time - the reader wakes up from a deep sleep which lasted 13 centuries only to find that narnia has been overrun by telmarines
lightsaber battle - when no one shows up the the reader's younger brother's birthday party, the pevensie siblings are invited last minute to save the day
middle name - the reader, a friend of the pevensies ends up in narnia with them (i know that's kind of a shit summary but i don't want to give anything away)
Edmund Pevensie
overboard - edmund saves the reader after a mishap on her uncle's ship
swimmer - edmund rushes to the reader's aid as lucy's bedroom begins to fill up with water
summer with the scrubbs (modern!au) - edmund isn't excited about his summer plans, but when a certain someone is allowed to go with him, he is singing a different tune
perfectly decent - edmund watches as his best friend catches feelings for a guy who doesn't reciprocate them
Caspian (none yet but I'll take requests)
Maze Runner
Newt
yearbook memories (modern!au) - newt and the reader reminisce their high school years
Gally
jailbreak pt. 2 - gally accidentally scares the reader and in turn one of her biggest fears is revealed
Minho (none yet but I'll take requests)
Thomas
thursdays - thomas gets recruited to help the reader with math
#masterlist#imagines#maze runner#tmr#narnia#the chronicles of narnia#harry potter#marauders era#golden era#marauders era imagines#harry potter imagines#narnia imagines#maze runner imagines
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WEEK 2 DRABBLES ARE HERE!
Now, let’s refresh your memory.
For the second week of LDWS, our true l- our writers were asked to write a drabble between 150 and 200 words, based on the word deck from the point of view of an outsider.
THEY DID SUCH A GREAT JOB!
(this is a purely illustrative gif of an outside observer of the goings on at Q’s flat, not a prompt)
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#1
Title: Eulogy for the Aston Martin
Author: Misha / artsytarts
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence (mainly directed at vehicles)
Summary: Around 007, life and death go hand in hand.
The moment I leave solid ground and fly, pointed directly at the deck of the ship, I know my life is forfeit.
I realize now why the other machines pitied me after I was assigned to the man they call 007. I see his blue eyes blazing as he concentrates, gripping my steering wheel. They say he’s careless, but judging from the few days I’ve carried him, I know different. He’s not careless. His destruction is calculated. Only once I was obsolete, once he depleted my ammunition, blew my doors off, and pushed my motor to breaking point did he make his decision: To use me as his missile.
I count the milliseconds as the deck rushes towards me. Without a word, 007 pushes the ejector button and I fling him out into the open air, out into safety and freedom.
I am to be his sacrifice.
Before I hit the ship to perish in a blaze, I decide: I have no use for resentment. Like so many machines before me, I have granted him life.
That must count for something.
#2
Title: All In
Author: sorion
Warnings: none
Summary: Bond is handy with cards, and Felix likes to watch.
There are few things as satisfying as watching James Bond clean a table in poker. Felix has learned that pretty much the moment he's met Bond, and the entertainment value hasn't changed in the years that have passed.
On the contrary: Felix has learned some of Bond's tells. Not the kind of tells that would let him win against the insufferably unbeatable agent, but Felix recognises the spark that lights up in Bond's eyes, only seconds before he wipes the confident smirk off an opponent's face with a winning hand.
Another thing he can see is whether Bond enjoys the game for its own sake or just really hates one of the other players.
He knows it's the latter when the opponent asks for a rematch and offers the deed to a hotel in lieu of liquid funds, and Bond agrees, provided that they use a new, unopened deck of cards.
The opponent blanches near imperceptibly, and Felix smirks into his drink.
Oh, yes. Very satisfying.
#3
Title: Voyeuristic Displeasure
Author: sunaddicted
Warnings: none
Summary: seeing everything is not so fun
Bond's hands were big and rough, stronger than they had any right to be.
He had been observing them with varying degrees of interest over the years, stuck behind his computers or out in the field - air straining in his lungs with the knowledge that the other's life depended on how fast and how smart he could be.
He watched Bond strut along the deck, hand poised low on someone's lower back, head tilted down in a way that suggested he was focusing on whatever he was being told, seemingly enraptured in them - Bond played the part well but he knew what signs to look for, to spot the seams of the almost perfect façade: he darted glances around, favoring his right side, trying to keep under the eye of the cameras that he knew to be in friendly hands.
The hand slipped lower, fingers teasingly dipping beneath the edge of the brightly colored bathing suit his companion was wearing - shameless.
Almost teasing.
He stood up with a weary sigh, empty mug held aloft: he was going to need a strongly brewed cup of tea, if he had to watch Bond flirt his way into another bed.
#4
Title: International Man Of Mystery
Author: Merc / moon_of_mercury
Warnings: none
Summary: Some players never make it to places like Casino Royale. Others... acquire nice cars on the way.
She has encountered many interesting characters in her career, some more remarkable than others. Poker tends to attract extraordinary people. It isn’t always easily definable: something about this man arrests her attention the moment he walks up to the table, asking to join the game even though she’s already cutting the deck.
He flashes a cocky smile at everyone, reads his opponents like a professional, and pleads with her to let the unlucky Mr. Dimitrios bet his car to win his money back. She complies, amused. Such self-sufficient arrogance would be offending if not for his friendly politeness. The way he eyes the man’s wife is not mere casual interest either. Those intense ice-blue eyes have already seen every opportunity. His body language may seem relaxed, but there’s an awareness in his movements that hints at explosive potential underneath the calm surface.
For an exhilarating moment, she revels in being a part of this man’s story. It’s as clear as day that he’s used to playing for much higher stakes. She wonders what the real prize here is.
Dimitrios has lost again even before this stranger shows his cards. Men like him bend luck to their will.
#5
Title: Crossroads
Author: Hexiva
Warnings: None
Summary: James Bond visits a fortune teller.
The man’s cold blue eyes look past Serenity as he steps into her fortune-telling tent, and she shivers. His aura is like ice, a vast glacier with life frozen deep down inside it. He reminds her of a mobster from some old movie, wealthy but brutal.
“What do you want to learn?” she asks.
“The future,” he says, distractedly. She follows his eyes to a bearded man standing at the high striker, speaking in Russian.
She shuffles her deck. “There are two paths before everyone,” she says. “This choice is yours.” She draws two. “First path - The Lovers, the Star. Companionship and connection bringing hope. Choose the Lovers' path, and you will find a new beginning. A second chance.”
“And the other?” he asks. His tone is flat and apathetic. He doesn't believe in hope.
She draws again. “The Emperor, the Hermit, both reversed. Rigidity and repression bringing isolation and misery. Choose the Emperor's path and you will end up alone.”
But the man is looking past her at the Russian, and he stands. “Thanks." A wry little smile. "But I think I already know what path I’m on.”
She watches him go. In his shadow, she sees the Emperor.
#6
Title: Observation Deck
Author: Anyawen
Warnings: none
Summary: Mallory and Tanner contemplate employee relations.
Mallory surveyed the scene before him, sipping his scotch and trying, fruitlessly, to tune out the horrid rendition of 'Deck the Halls' playing overhead.
"We should do something about that," Tanner said, coming to stand beside him.
"About what?"
"That," Tanner replied, gesturing in the direction of Bond and Q. "Them."
The Quartermaster, decked out in a horrible Christmas jumper, looked exasperated. Bond, naturally, looked smug. They appeared to have entirely forgotten the holiday party happening around them as they argued. Flirted. Whatever.
"Trying to stop that from happening would be an exercise in rearranging deckchairs on the Titanic," Mallory said with a bemused smile. "Utterly futile."
"I don't want to discourage them," Tanner protested as Q cracked an unwilling smile at something Bond said.
"What, then?"
"A little push? Mistletoe? Lock them in a closet?" Tanner suggested hopefully.
"That might be construed as stacking the deck in your favor," Mallory observed mildly.
"You know about the bet?" Tanner spluttered as Q stole Bond's champagne glass and drained it to Bond's mock outrage.
"Spy," Mallory explained succinctly.
Tanner nodded wry acknowledgement.
They continued their silent observations a few minutes more, then Tanner asked, "What day did you pick?"
"April first."
#7
Title: Nighttime Invasion
Author: SouffleGirl91
Warnings: vague references to blood, swearing
Summary: Q’s cat is not impressed by 3am visitors
Thunk.
A crumpled heap hit the floor. She hissed, tail bushy, ready to pounce on the intruder.
“Oof!”
Gunpowder Man was invading her space.
Again.
“Q?” Gunpowder Man whisper-shouted. He sounded different. “Are you awake?”
Something dark dripped from his nose.
She sniffed cautiously. He stank of copper and salt. Still, it was better than the strong, sour reek of last time.
A light came on in Father’s bedroom.
Gunpowder Man lifted himself up and wobbled to the sofa. Walking on two legs seemed harder for him than usual.
“Bond?” Father came traipsing up behind him, making the room light up. “What the fuck? It’s 3 in the bloody morning. You couldn’t wait?”
“What, you’re not happy to see me?” Gunpowder Man used the false-happy tone Father used when he tricked her into The Basket.
Another dark drip.
“Don’t be stupid,” Father tsked, petting Gunpowder Man softly on the shoulder. That should help; Father gave the best pets. “Why don’t I put the - Christ, Bond! What happened to your nose?”
“It’s not broken. She hit me when I told her I was staying.”
“I thought psychologists were meant to keep their cool,” Father sighed. “Come on, let’s clean you up.”
#8
Title: A confession of a deck
Author: scarytheory
Warnings: none
Summary: James Bond would be lost without me.
I'd like to think that James and I are not just colleagues, but friends.
You know, we’ve been through a lot together. Cottages in forgotten lands, first-class casinos, important fights – I’d always been with him and helped him along the way.
But this game is different.
“That’s not fair, James,” the opponent says, watching his stack of cards.
“I’m not cheating, Q.”
The opponent snorts. “You may be the best player the MI6’s ever had, but even you can’t be THAT good, 007. Aces again? That’s not very subtle.”
“You were the one who said poker is just basic math and all about the art of reading people. So stop whinging and take off your shirt.”
Beg your pardon?
There is something disturbing in the air. I don’t think I want to give the good cards to James anymore.
“Happy?”
The shirt falls to the floor.
“Immensely.”
The next round, Q loses his pants. I’m starting to think that this isn’t even about poker!
“I won.”
Finally, it’s over and I can relax again. Even though I’m not sure what this young lad can have that James Bond would be interested in… oh.
#9
Title: Camouflage
Author: IrishWitch58
Warnings: None
Summary: A certain agent and their partner are in the field. The local perspective.
Grace's eyes were drawn to her first customers on the deck overlooking the harbor. They were as unlike as could be but Grace would have known they were together with just a glance. The subtle leaning in, the eye contact, the briefest brush of a hand. Not honeymooners but the established kind of connection that took time and patience. The younger man was dark and slender and had a tan that was honey gold. The older one was broader and blond and that one sent tingles up her spine. Her brother and his military buddies were like that, poised and watchful. She didn't see a weapon but suspected he was armed. They'd arrived three days ago in a beautifully restored vintage sailboat, walking the less traveled portions of the island.
Passing Grace, Mimi muttered “Spies posing as tourists.”
Gracie scoffed at Mimi's imagination. What were they spying on here, conch recipes? Then a new boat dropped anchor. The blond saw it first and the dark haired one checked the tablet he always seemed to have before nodding and finishing his chowder.
The pretty sailboat pulled up anchor the next dawn and the new boat was found derelict two days later.
#10
Title: Missing Him
Author: Nana-chan
Warnings:
Summary: Austen the cat watches as her human pines for the Blond One
From her perch on the living room sofa, Austen looks disapprovingly at her bespectacled human. He is out on the deck again, smoking and no doubt pining for the Blond One. He is a relatively new addition to the household and has been gone for several days now, as is his habit. Keats—that dummy—misses him, too, as he meows and gazes forlornly at the front door.
She herself is unsure of the Blond One, but she doesn’t like it when her human is all sad and distracted, reeking of cigarette smoke and unresponsive to feline overtures of comfort. She feels powerless to help him. How did one man become so essential to her human’s happiness?
Then a key turns, the door opens, and there he is. The Blond One dumps his bag in the foyer and heads straight for the deck, pausing only to give her a brief head scritch. She watches as he folds her human into his arms and starts grooming him in that strange way humans have, with their mouths fused.
She hears her human laugh, gladness and relief evident in his tones, and finally, she makes up her mind about the Blond One.
#11
Title: Origin of a Voyeur
Author: stormofsharpthings
Warnings: none
Summary: There was a legitimate reason to start going through all the Q Branch security footage, dammit!
After the small accidental volcano destroyed lab 7b, no one could recall who’d last checked the fire suppression system. Exasperated, R pulled up the security videos in hopes of spotting someone. The recording of Q and 007 was entirely unrelated, but she just couldn’t look away.
Q had been helping Bond dress for some formal event, tuxedo carefully tailored to conceal the equipment Q was arranging around his body. The scene resembled a squire helping his knight, except...
R bit her lip at the way Q stroked his fingertips down the front of Bond’s suit to check the drape of the fabric, evading Bond’s hungry gaze with a sly little quirk to his mouth. Then Q leaned close, reaching around to run his hands over the back of the jacket, lingering a little over Bond’s well-proportioned backside before he sank to one knee and brushed along the sides of the trousers.
“There, all decked out,” Q murmured.
Bond reached down to cradle Q’s chin in his hand and Q looked up with a provocative lick of his lips, the heat almost visibly simmering between them. Bond took a deep breath, his fingers tightening, and Q ‘s eyes widened and then slid shut as he turned to brush his lips against Bond’s thumb. When Bond made a low rough sound, both Q and Rani swallowed at the same time.
Then the outer office door slammed and she hurriedly shut her computer down, blushing. But she saved a private copy first.
#12
Title: The Bet
Author: Venstar
Warnings: none
Summary: Bets are made, there will be blood.
Oh, yes. It was going to happen. The tension was palpable in the room, yes he said palpable in his interior monologue. Just fucking get closer. Do it already. He was going to win that bet today by fuck. He leaned forward in anticipation, eyes locked on target. Yes. Yes….Keep going...almost….
*AH-OOH-GA!! AH-OOH-GAH!! AH-OOH-GAH!!*
Fuck, goddammit. Not again! He narrowed his eyes. There was no way another attack by water was happening. Dammit. Fake or not they were going to have to clear the god damned building. He sighed heavily as he turned sad eyes back to where 007 and Q had been quietly eyeing each other. They were gone. “What the fuck?” Where? There! The orange of Q’s cardigan turned a corner. He was not about to lose the 'THEY FINALLY MADE OUT DAY' be! He ignored the rest of Q’branch’s leads as they ordered the evacuation.
“Davis?”
Fuck. It was R.
“And just where are you going? Exit is that way.”
He turned with hunched shoulders to find R smiling at him. Her eyes flitted past him to where Q and 007 had disappeared to. “THAT bet will only be won when it’s officially my day.”
#13
Title: Specs and the Lady
Author: solarmorrigan
Warnings: None.
Summary: Louis has been a bartender for a long time, but occasionally patrons can still surprise him.
The Friday night crowd seethes around the bar in waves, laughing and calling out their orders. Louis has been a bartender a long time, which means he can keep up with the steady roll of vodka-tonic-scotch-and-soda-bottle-bottle-pint and still keep an eye on the floor for trouble.
Trouble like the man in specs and a loud jumper bumping into an over-drunk man in a worn football jersey, spilling both their drinks.
Specs’ mouth forms the word ‘sorry,’ but Jersey isn’t having it. He grabs Specs’ jumper, but before Louis can even call for Paul—their unofficial bouncer-bartender—a lady slides in between them, curly hair and cunning eyes, and pulls Jersey’s hand away.
Jersey shoves the lady, and viper-quick, she decks him. Jersey goes down.
Louis lets out a surprised laugh. The lady looks quite pleased. Specs looks exasperated, though Louis doesn’t know why; if he had someone like that in his corner, all squared shoulders and terrifying heels, he’d be delighted. Then again, from Specs’ half-laughing attempt at chastisement that carries in the surprised lull in noise (“Really, Eve?”), this isn’t the first time it’s happened.
“Just take Jersey out,” Louis bids as Paul moves in, “Specs and the lady are fine.”
#14
Title: Eyes on You
Author: oldestcharm
Warnings: n/a
Summary: The Quartermaster is enjoying his afternoon and Bond is far too concerned about his garden.
She's good at her job. So good, in fact, that she's currently hidden from sight with her scope right on MI6's Quartermaster himself. He's sitting on the deck of his house, enjoying the sunny weather with a girly drink in one hand and a laptop resting on his thighs. He's typing furiously, paying no attention to his surroundings. All she has to do is take one shot.
Then, the sprinklers turn on.
She does her best to not make a sound even as her phone buzzes.
4:27 pm:
There are over twenty cameras on the property.
4:28 pm:
I suggest you get out of my hydrangea bush. James worked rather hard on the garden and he won't be pleased to find you there.
A click behind her — probably a gun. "You've ruined my garden."
She turns around and finds herself face to face with the legendary agent. She cringes. "I'm... very sorry?"
Bond does not look amused. "You're fixing this before you leave."
"You're not going to kill me?" she asks, heart pounding.
"Q wants you for his team." Bond sighs, looking more annoyed than anything. "Either you accept or I'll shoot you."
Well, it's not exactly a choice.
#15
Title: Over It
Author: MrKsan / starrboned
Warnings: Canon-Typical language
Summary: Tanner is nervous.
Ferrying through the maze of the Thames tunnels was often a nerve-wracking job. More so when his passengers were nervous. More so when it was the Chief of Staff who was sitting across from him, restless, tap-tap-tapping on his cardboard box.
Tanner gave Jack an awkward smile as they docked, climbing the narrow ladder just as the Quartermaster stormed into view.
“I’m going to skin the twat alive, Bill!“ he hissed, making Tanner stumble to a stop. “Didn’t even try to cover his tracks.”
Jack grinned. Only one man could piss Q off that much.
Tanner sighed, resigned. “I’ll inform M-”
“Already did,” Q huffed.
"Oh?"
"Not risking my career for him again, Bill."
Jack dared a peek at the couple; the conversation was taking an unexpected turn.
Tanner blinked, once, twice, before seeming to come to a decision. He shoved the cardboard box at Q.
“Thought we could share breakfast, since our dinner last night was interrupted? Bad timing, of course- ”
"Bill,” Q said, and Jack saw the silver of a smirk. "I would love to."
Pulling a crumpled cigarette from under his heavy coat, Jack couldn't help but grin to himself.
MI6 and their drama.
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hello!! could i request hcs for the brothers reactions to an mc with BIG chaotic/dumbass energy?? like will fall for anything, with pull stupid stunts bc someone dared them to, no filter so they say all the dumb things they think of immediately, etc?? plr and thank you 😊
Oh look that's me-
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MC with chaotic/dumbass energy
Gender neutral MC
Warnings: cursing
Lucifer
You're killing this man's last nerves.
You're like a second Mammon and he's already overwhelmed with the original.
"If we clean the vacuum cleaner does that make us the vacuum cleaner?"
"MC, I love you, but please stop."
You once tried to swing on a chandelier at Diavolo's castle and ended up destroying part of the ceiling.
Honestly it's a mystery to everyone how a perfectionist like Lucifer ended up with someone as chaotic as you, but he loves you endlessly.
Mammon
There's only one thing I can say to this: two halfs of one whole idiot.
You two are slowly killing Lucifer which is kinda funny tbh.
Seeing the distress on his face when you fuck things up is something to die for.
You manage to make a chaos out of one simple task.
"The washing machine is broken."
"So you threw all the clothes in the lake?!"
You two are made for each other. You can fight me on that.
Levi
Finds your chaotic way to deal with things super funny.
The second you arrive almost all of his posts are about you and your, I quote, "legendary stunts".
"Do you think I can catch an apple with my mouth?"
"I don't kno-"
"Levi, throw that apple at me!"
The conversations you two have at 3am are something...special.
"If you clean the shower does that make you the shower of your shower?"
"Wooooaaaaaaahhhh"
Satan
Quickly notices how you accept every single dare no matter how stupid or dangerous it is. You never back down.
So he decides to see where your limits are and I wish him good look, because you don't have any.
He's not sure if you're super brave or just a big dumbass.
"I dare you to make a backflip off of that table."
"Fuck, yea, I'll do it!"
"No! No one is making a backflip here, Satan, stop daring MC all the time!"
He surely has his fun with you.
Asmo
Finds you so cute. He can't put it in words.
Loves how you say everything that pops up in your mind immediately. It reminds him of himself.
He's also rather amused by your stunts, but tries to stop you when it's too dangerous.
"MC, you gotta watch out for that beautiful face of yours!"
Brace yourself, because whenever you trip over something or your own feet he WILL say: "Of course you fell for me."
Beel
Your self-announced protector/bodyguard.
If he has to he will even carry you around so nothing happens to you.
"MC, I dare you to-"
"No. Now go away."
It's so wholesome how he watches out for you. Asmo ships it ngl. (So am I)
Whenever you say something stupid and someone makes fun of you for it their face can meet Beel's fist.
The strong must protect the cute.
Belphie
Everything you do or say makes him laugh so hard.
Loves how you make Lucifer's life more difficult with each day you're here at the Devildom.
Much like Satan he dares you to do stuff all the time to see where your limits are. He also hasn't found them yet.
Sometimes, only sometimes, he's a bit annoyed.
"If we stub our toe against a table did the table stub its toe too?"
"For Diavolo's sake IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING! SLEEP!"
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Masterlist
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me asmodeus#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me mammon x mc#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me x you
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Welcome to day 6 of random Star Wars shitposty headcanons!
I’m so sorry btw, some of these ended up kinda angst 😬
-Mandalorians have Flannel shirt energy. Like they just wear flannels in their down time. Always. Their pyjamas? Flannel. First date? Flannel. If they’re not on the battle field, they’re wearing flannel. Jango Fett wore flannel boxers for good luck. The one day he didn’t wear them Windu cut his head off. Boba now wears flannel boxers for good luck.
-Obi-Wan Kenobi gets more and more Scottish the more emotional he gets. Sometimes in council meetings they legitimately cannot understand him so they just smile and nod. It did however lead to a 13 year old Anakin learning some creative insults over the years. Everyone remembers the time Yoda caught the kids arm with a practice saber and the teen yelled “yer da sells Avon ya wrinkly green bawbag”.
-The clones drink an insane amount of caf. The problem is they all have very specific orders. The space starbucks employees hate them. One will come in and suddenly they have to make like 50 drinks. Some are fine - like Wolffe and Cody just take it black, and Echo will just get a tea. Tup just gets a hot chocolate. But then someone (looking at Fives because mans is DRaMATIC) will turn up in sunglasses and order a Venti Iced Skinny Hazlenut Macchiato, Sugar-Free syrup, extra shot, lite ice, no whip or some shit and hold everything up. That’s not even getting into Kix and the other medics (and probably Rex too tbf, my guy is tired) who order drinks with more espresso shots than should be legally allowed. Fox is banned for life or has a lifelong loyalty card and there’s no in between.
-Clones like camping. Just vibing under the stars together with crappy food and cheap tents. It’s good for team building, but also counts as training so they don’t feel guilty for it.
-After leaving the empire, Kallus really doesn’t like wearing a helmet because it reminds him of who he used to be, and he’s trying very hard to move past that point of his life. The ghost crew are super reluctant to let him on the frontline in case he gets hurt. Eventually Rex just makes him wear Gregor’s old chest plate and vambraces because his brother didn’t wear them and died, and he wouldn’t let that happen to another member of his family, regardless of who they used to be.
-Thrawn does yoga in the mornings and evenings so he can maintain his fight training schedule without pulling a muscle. He’s mad flexible. It’s very stressful on the ship cos officers will go to deliver messages and just find him in weird positions thinking. One new transfer once had to tell him about a rebel insurrection whilst the grand admiral was in the crab position. It was awkward.
-On a definitely unrelated note, Eli Vanto sucks at yoga and finds Thrawn being good at it infuriating.
-Dooku does all of his own gardening because a droid stepped on his carnations and he was not having that. (He also did not approve of Ventress’s snide “what in carnation?!” Comment when he informed her). Dooku is actually where Qui-Gon got his love for plants. He likes the way they feel in the force.
-Fenn Rau and Bo-Katan were actually pretty good friends. They’d fly around and chat shit about once a week just to relax when they were younger.
-Pre-Grogu Din Djarin always wanted a pet, but never had a way to look after them properly. So every time he was on a planet he’d go to shelters and play with the animals there to make sure they had fun at least once in their lives.
-At any given moment at least one room on a 501st ship is blasting cheese room music so that the troopers can unwind together for a bit before their next mission. It’s surprisingly effective given that they’re just dancing together.
-As a way to understand other cultures and find harmony with the force all of the Jedi learn an instrument. Yoda played the piccolo, Dooku played the flute. Qui-Gon played the bongos, Obi-Wan plays the violin. Anakin learnt the guitar, and one of the reasons he wears the glove over his prosthetic is so he can still play. But little Ahsoka? She got a wholeass drumset. She’s pretty good too, but she likes 3am to be her practice time. Quinlan is super proud that she took his advice. Anakin and Obi want to kill the kiffar on principle.
As usual, hope you enjoy my shitpost. Any thought, criticism or idea is welcome. Have a goodun lads!
#star wars#jango fett#boba fett#obi wan kenobi#Anakin skywalker#Yoda#wolffe#Cody#echo#Tup#fives#kix#Rex#fox#kallus#gregor#Thrawn#Eli vanto#Dooku#qui gon jinn#Fenn Rau#bo-katan Kryze#din djarin#Quinlan vos#I don’t even know what kind of fresh hell these thoughts came from#but we’re on day 6 so I’m gonna see how long I can keep this up lmao
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Small rant underneath for people who ship real people (especially Omar and Edvin)
Different train but same track.
I had a best friend for about a year when I was 16, he was 16 as well.
We would talk all the time, like all day from 7am before school until 3am in the morning.
We would tell each other everything, like EVERYTHING.
We had a trusting and honest friendship, and I adored/loved him.
Platonically.
But of course, in the society that we live in, that wasn't acceptable.
Our friends wouldn't stop teasing us, shipping us together and making sexual jokes which were not funny.
We would tell them to stop, that it wasn't like that, but they didn't listen.
And in the end, we stopped being friends.
We couldn't take it.
The pressure that our so called friends put on our shoulders was too much and we stopped talking.
Because of this heteronormative and romantic/sexual society that we live in.
I want to think that this was the way our friendship ended because we were kids and didn't know better, and like to think that if this had happened in our twenties we would have been strong enough to ignore it and keep being best friends.
I hate that this happened, and I miss him everyday and will do for the rest of my life.
As I said, it's not the same, but I see peoples comments about these two wonderful people and I get flashbacks.
My situation was mainly because of this heteronormative society that we live in and the idea that a girl and a boy couldn't be "just friends", especially if they were as close as we were.
But in this case, it's about two actors who's characters are of the same gender (as we know for now) and are lovers in a tv show, and now people are romanticising their relationship because they think they're the same people.
THEY ARE NOT SIMON AND WILHELM.
THEY ARE OMAR AND EDVIN.
THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE, NOT FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
I hope to god that they are strong enough to ignore all these shipping comments and still be the friends best that they are now, and since they are older/more mature I do think that they will be okay.
But Edvin being the "baby" and still 18 just makes me worry so much for him, especially since he interacts with fans on twitter a lot and there has been so much possessive behaviour there that I don't even want to get into it.
As I said on another post, I haven't seen "that much" shipping in this fandom, but after seeing one person talk about it and then a few more... It's concerning.
I'd rather it stop sooner rather than later, but that's up to the people who don't now better and should educate themselves on what's appropriate and what's toxic behaviour.
I don't know if I worded this correctly since english isn't my first language so I apologize, but if you think something I said was wrong or wasn't entirely true don't hesitate to leave a comment! Because at the end of the day I'm here to learn too, but one thing that I do know is that shipping real people is harmful, I've lived it personally, and I have seen a few actors comment about it and how it's affected negatively on their personal/love lives, and I don't want this to happen to the Young Royals cast.
#dont read if you dont want to#just wanted to vent#heavy stuff#this situation just hits close to home#mine#young royals
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Sexuality HC
☞ i have so many headcanons for the haikyuu boys’ sexualities, so i figured i’d share them :) (remember, these are just my opinions!)
☽ character hc for : tadashi yamaguchi
☽ characters mentioned : tsukishima kei, yuu nishinoya, tanaka ryunosuke, kiyoko shimizu, hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio
☽ ship mentions : tadashi yamaguchi x yuuji terushima (my ultimate rarepair)
☞ this is just a bunch of random ideas thrown together bc my brain just spits out stuff i like to call my ✨adhd thoughts✨
okay so growing up, yams just had so much love for everybody and was a shy lil babie
when he and tsukki became friends, they never really talked about girls bc tsukki was never interested and since tsukki wasn’t interested, yams never really thought about it
when he met Noya and Tanaka, he was confused as to why they swooned over Kiyoko so much-after all, she didn’t really talk that much so how could they know what she was like?
one day in the locker room tanaka is just gushing his heart out about Kiyoko, and he turns to Yams and is like “Isn’t she just the greatest girl in the world?” And Yams just freezes up bc yea, i mean, Kiyoko is pretty but, what is she like? So he just says “Sure” and goes along with it but ends up confused
after that he starts looking at Kiyoko more, trying to see what they see, but he still just doesn’t understand. ‘I guess she is very nice. And comforting, and she cares for the team. I can see how they like her now’
another time in the locker room they’re talking about this random first year girl and Tanaka is like “Why don’t any of my kouhai’s go for her? She’s smokin’ hot” and all Yams could think was ‘She has the same personality has a wet paper bag.’
in their 2nd year, he gets a crush on Teru after they run into each other at another tournament. Tsukki confronts him about it and is like “You like a guy so... are you gay?” And Yams never even thought about the fact that Teru was a guy. He just... liked him. So he’s like “Um....I guess?”
so this leads to more confusion and Yams searching “how do you know you’re gay” into google and the articles just don’t sit right with him; he’s not attracted to JUST boys, he did like a girl in elementary. But Teru was a boy, but he didnt like him bc he was a boy. He just did.
after going through like the 30th article almost giving up until he sees one little sentence “Am I gay or am I Pansexual?” And he clicks on it and reads and SUDDENLY EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE
so he calls Teru at like 3 in the morning and as soon as he answers Yams is like “IM PANSEXUAL” and Teru’s like “Yea? Congradulations, look i love you, but it’s 3am so we’ll celebrate later” and hangs up and neither of them fully realize what he just said until they hang up
3rd year rolls around and all of the guys are in the locker room once again and they’re talking about relationships and Hinata is freaking out bc he doesnt know the first thing about them and so he asks Yams how he got someone so attractive and he’s just like “Uh I never really care about looks, so I was never worried about whether i was going to date someone hot or not” and they all just gape at him like
and so they ask about his sexuality and they all just start talking about their own stuff and Yams just says “I mean if I had to put a label on me I’d say I’m pan, but like I get to love whoever like why are you so worried about this-“ and the rest of them are just in their own panic and Yams is the calmest one in the room for the first time in forever and thats enough to make anyone shooketh
They call Teru right then and there to ask him about his sexuality bc they’re all confused and he’s like “Umm I’m bi. Are we having a nice little sexuality talk rn? Jeez you guys are clueless” And he just sends an article to each one of the third years and Tsukki doesnt even look bc he knows what he is but Hinata and Kags just look at their phones and see “How to come to terms that you are homosexual” and just combust
Yams becomes the poster child for all of the teams sexuality crisis’ and he gladly helps everybody bc he knows what he felt like a year ago and wants to help everybody.
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