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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 days

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AITA for asking my roommates to clean the bathroom in a specific way, or pay me to do so for them?

I (21F) live in student housing with 3 roommates, all 20-21F. We started living together in August and will continue living together until we all graduate a year from now. Our apartment has four bedrooms but we all share one bathroom.

When we first started living together we came to some agreement on cleaning things, like that dishes are the responsibility of whoever dirtied them, rotating trash duties, and importantly for this post we decided that we would alternate who cleaned the bathroom each week and posted a calendar that says who’s week it is with a place to leave a check mark when it’s complete.

This ostensibly works fine, as people are roughly on time with their cleaning and check off their name as they are supposed to. However. Each of our ideas of cleaning the bathroom are vastly different. For example when I clean the bathroom I scrub the toilet bowl, wipe down the toilet seat top, lift up the seat and wipe down under there, wipe the flusher and the back of the toilet because it gets dusty and gross, wipe down door handle as you have to touch it with dirty hands to get out of the WC to the sink, wipe down the countertop and and the sink, spray and then rinse the shower with cleaner, take hair out of the shower drain (bc they refuse to use a drain cover), vacuum up the insane amounts of hair that end up on our floor, and then mop the floor as well as take out the bathroom trash.

my roommates will maybe clean the inside of the toilet bowl and spray/scrub the shower before checking their names off the list. It drives me insane bc it means that I have to clean everyone else’s weeks of grime off the floor and toilet seat, and pull so much hair out of our shower. There have been weeks where I’m not convinced any cleaning happened at all, and I think people just checked their names off without doing anything. I’ve discussed this with my roommates both individually and as a group in the past but they say that they are cleaning the bathroom so there shouldn’t be an issue

This is where I may be the asshole: enter The Cleaning List. Basically I made a list of requirements for the bathroom cleaning. It’s formatted with headings of areas to be cleaned and bullet points underneath of specifics. (For example one heading is “TOILET” with the bullet points “-clean top of and underneath toilet, -seat scrub toilet bowl, -wipe flusher.”) I then took a picture of this list and texted the group saying that I would like to implement these as the new cleaning requirements and post the list next to our calendar of who’s turn it is to clean. I also told them that if they couldn’t commit to the time/effort that these new rules would add, they could pay me 30 dollars on their weeks to do it for them.

My roommates did not appreciate my idea for The Cleaning List nor the idea of paying me to clean on their week. They called me a controlling and said I wasn’t appreciating the work they do to clean the bathroom already, and just because I have ridiculous standards doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have to pay me. They said the current system works fine so we should just keep doing what we’re doing.

I don’t think I’m the asshole because I’m doing more work than everyone else to maintain the cleanliness of our shared space and I think we should either split the work fairly or that I should at least be compensate for making up for everyone else’s refusal to clean the bathroom in a way that’s productive. But I could be the asshole because I did ask them to put in more work to meet my own standards, or ask them to pay me to do it for them if they can’t even though their standards aren’t the same.

So, AITA?

Extra info: 1. it’s worth saying I have contamination OCD and cleaning other peoples grossness gives me intense anxiety but the anxiety is far worse when I have to interact with the grossness on a daily basis with no recourse. Some of my roommates are aware of this some are not. 2. When I claim I don’t think the bathroom is being cleaned properly, it’s not because the bathroom isn’t sparkling and spotless. It’s because there’s consistently pee stains on toilet seats, shit streaks in the toilet, a visible layer of hair strands on the floor, and enough hair in the shower that if I don’t clean it the whole thing clogs.

#aita #am i the asshole #unsanitary cw

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aw-tysm · 2 days

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I feel like these days, there seems to be a difference between 'special interests' and the clinical term 'restricted and fixated interests', in the ways that they are explained.

In the criteria it does state "that are abnormal in intensity and focus". (Not even necessarily that you're only allowed one. You may have many).

And although it is definitely great to have such a strong interest that brings you joy. There is still reasons that this interest may be flagged.

The reasons tend to be due to the fact that it affects many areas of an autistic's functioning. It's important to remember that for many autistics, despite it bringing joy, it can also be the cause of other problems in their life.

It may inhibit their ability to remember to eat, drink, toilet, dress. One may go hours being invested in their interest where they neglect themselves and this may happen on quite a frequent basis. They may neglect their work, or household chores, pets, friends, family, etc..

It may be the only thing that the autistic is able to talk about with others. Which can inhibit their ability to communicate with others and be a cause of problems with relationships. It may be one of the few things they think about on a frequent basis.

The interest may be the only thing to calm an autistic down and help prevent a meltdown/shutdown. But it can also be the cause of a shutdown/meltdown when an autistic is made to stop participating in their interest or are pulled away from their interest.

Daily tasks may need to revolve around their interest in order to complete the task. Meaning tasks like cooking or dressing or cleaning may have to incorporate the interest in order for it to get done or even started. The task may even have to be explained in a way that incorporates their interest for them to understand.

Bringing joy can definitely be a good thing and we should do our best to incorporate things in our life that do bring joy. But we do need to still remember that for a lot of autistics, the interest that brings them joy, may also be a cause for other problems in their life.

#autism #actually autistic #autistic #actuallyautistic #asd #special interests can be distressing for autistics as well as bringing them joy

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yuurei20 · 1 day

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Hello!! Sorry if this is a little something out of your wheelhouse but I keep seeing people say Yana said in a tweet that the Twst’s story will continue after the current main story arc. Do you know if she actually said it or have a link to that tweet? It feels like an urban legend and idk if I can believe it without seeing it for myself. Thanks if you get around to answering this and if not then have a good night/afternoon/morning!

Hello hello! Thank you for this question!

There has been no explicit statement released by Yana, Aniplex or anyone on the direction of the main story (that I have been able to find), which makes sense!

According to the interviews we have, plans/ideas/characters are changing all the time behind the scenes (sometimes long after development has begun), so someone saying "these are our plans for the future!" at any time would be very unwise. It is a volatile industry!

Proving that something has happened is much easier than proving something has not (which is likely why a lot of these rumors get so popular), but I can certainly share the things that we know have been said! ^^

I reviewed the two official interviews that Yana has given on Twst, one published in the Magical Archives game guide in 2020 and one posted to the Apple Store in 2023, and here are all the comments that might be meant to relate to future endeavors!

・"I wrote this story with the intention of developing mutual understandings through such clashes. So no matter where this story goes, it will never be about forgiveness or saving someone."

・"I would like to have raid battles where players fight together. The theme of the game is 'making problem children cooperate with each other,' so I feel that such an addition to the gameplay would allow us to better feel the growth of the characters."

・"I would also like to collaborate with other Disney productions. The characters in 'Twisted Wonderland' are also Disney characters, so I don't know if collaboration is the right word."

・"I would also like to continue to dress the characters up in gorgeous outfits. I have so many ideas for what kind of fashion I want them to wear, what kind of makeup I want them to try…there are so many things I want to do."

・"As long as villains are the basis for these characters, I think it is important that they never become overly good people."

・"However, I am sure that more and more events are going to be held in the future, so I am wondering if parallel and ‘if’ worlds are going to start appearing."

・"The text of the first book is 35,000 Japanese characters long but book 6 has over 250,000. Up until about book 3 users are still getting to know the characters, so we prioritized helping people come to understand the world of Twst and keeping things compact. After the game was released, however, it felt like people were reading much more deeply into the story than we had anticipated. So now I include much more information than was provided during those setup chapters."

・Going forward things are going to be on a much larger scale, incorporating not only the vertical and horizontal axes of the story but also expanding upon elements such as a present, past and future. Look forward to Book 7 (currently on chapter 2)!

・"We will continue to develop this game that emphasizes the spirit of villains that cannot be discouraged, and we hope that our users will continue to enjoy it.”

・"Thank you so much for playing Twisted Wonderland. We will continue to do our best to make this game into something that can add a little more fun and color to your daily lives."

I have seen fan-rumors before of maybe an RSA arc, or perhaps the 4th years being introduced, or even the current class graduating to welcome a new wave of 1st-year students, but they are all unproven theories ^^ Very fun to think about, but unofficial!

#twstask #twisted wonderland #twstyana

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chlorimes · 15 hours

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I've been heavy into honkai star rail for a while now. There's really just something about handsome/pretty individuals with matching high intellect of their status. So you guys get a random Veritas Ratio drabble.

x gn! reader, fluff, slightly experimental, established relationship, ratio is referred to as veritas, and of course *english is not my first language

Is it an unpleasant fact to be aware of? No, not exactly, not when you're the recipient of affections that's undoubtedly foreign coming from Veritas, but it's the kind of affection that's also undeniably, him.

What changed in Veritas Ratio? None of his colleagues in the Intelligenstia Guild could tell if asked, but in your eyes, he changed.

For starters, his alabaster head. In the earlier parts of your relationship, he had already made it known to you that he greatly trusts you. Though not directly, the fact that he still made sure to remove his alabaster head whenever it's just the two of you, no matter the location, letting you witness the subtle shifts of his brows, the softness in his gaze, and the slight smile on his lips, stated enough of how his affections runs deep. Still, that doesn't really save you from the scalding hot commentaries he makes on your outputs.

Secondly, Veritas Ratio always made sure to always listen, only to you. No matter how mundane your stories are, no matter how busy he always is, he made sure to take note of every word you say. You and your stories aren't simply like the countless academic papers he read on a daily basis. He didn't need to study them and critically analyze each meaning, but he always made sure to know it. He'd have you sit next to him as he graded the mediocre outputs of his students, letting you spill the latest gossip you managed to gather after a long day at work.

"What happened to the sandwich stealer you speak of? Have they been caught?" Veritas suddenly asked, sunset gaze focused on the test papers in his hands, fingers precisely scoring the work a zero in wet green ink.

You look at him with a hand on your cheek, legs outstretched and on top of his thighs as your back rests on the pillows of the couch. "Turns out it was Ashford from the HR. He hated her guts. That's why he kept stealing her sandwiches for a week straight."

"How petty," He comments, which makes you smile. "I brought up the sandwich issue last last week in a passing, I didn't know you were listening."

"I always listen."

Lastly, Veritas Ratio, who changes the ink of his pens due to your suggestions. It was somewhere in the middle of finals season for students, papers in Veritas' office, and in your shared home reaching up to your elbows, a mess but one you both are all too familiar with.

Veritas had his alabaster head on seldomly when at home, but he needed to focus when grading outputs at such peak of academic stress. Far too deep into his thoughts to notice your presence, only when you knocked and reminded him of dinner was he finally out of his home office.

Dinner was short, with Veritas mumbling about needing to buy ink tomorrow morning to continue working. You mentioned that he should simply change ink colours when checking, opting for green rather than the imposing red, so that his students are more encouraged to improve. You weren't a dedicated researcher, but with experiences in dealing with people, you knew a few things that you'd share with him that reminded him of how well you truly complement one another.

That night, as you quietly read a book on his side, your gaze doesn’t miss the green pen held between his fingers, a small smile gracing on your lips at the sight.

He changed, but only for your eyes to witness.

#dr ratio #honkai star rail #hsr ratio #hsr veritas #veritas ratio #veritas ratio x reader #ratio x reader #ratio x you #drabble #chlowrites #hsr fanfic

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justaparsec94 · 2 days

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Summary: Needing a little help Rex tracks down his favourite civilian mechanic from the war.

Pairing: Rex x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,129

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Rex had once believed that the end of the war would mean an end to the fighting, an end to losing his brothers, and an end to the never-ending number of problems he had to deal with on a daily basis. How wrong he had been. Sometimes, when he lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling he couldn’t quite believe how things had ended. His heart ached when he thought about it too much, the faces of all of his brothers flashing across his mind. Visions of the smoke from the Venator as it lay crumbled against the earth haunted him in his dreams. Jesse, Kix, Cody, General's Skywalker and Kenobi, all gone. Lost to the Empire. But worst of all were the thoughts of how meaningless his life had actually been. He hadn’t been a soldier, he'd simply been a pawn in someone else's game. That was what kept him up most at night. And it was that thought that continued to drive him to help his brothers, to fight back against The Empire in any way that he could.

It was what currently had him stalking through one of the mid-levels of Coruscant as the sun began to dip into the evening. It wasn’t as risky as being up on one of the upper levels where the Coruscant Guard routinely patrolled but still close enough to the surface to put him on edge. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

He kept his head down as he went, he had left his armour back at base so he knew most people wouldn’t give him a second look but months of hiding had made him extra cautious. He slowed as his destination came into view, his head swivelled a few times, checking to make sure he wasn’t being tailed before he headed over to the garage across the street. It was a small garage but well kept, the lights inside still shone brightly out into the street as he neared the door. He knew it would likely be closing shortly so he would have to make this quick.

A bell chimed as he stepped through the door, a quick scan of the shop revealed the front was empty at first but he heard movement in the back almost instantly.

Rex released a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding as your figure stepped out of the back and behind the counter. His heart was suddenly beating in his chest wildly at the sight of you. There had been very few days since the end of the war where he hadn’t thought about you, hadn’t worried about what might have happened to you. He had thought he would never see you again but now that he was every confusing feeling he had harboured for you for years was slamming back into him.

“Hey there, how can I…” You started before you slammed to a halt, your entire body freezing and your eyes widening as you took in the sight of him.

“Hi,” He greeted sheepishly, waving at you when the feeling of needing to do something with his hands overwhelmed him.

“Rex…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you stared at him.

Before he could even think of what to say next you had launched yourself over the counter in a blur of movement, throwing yourself into him and crushing him a hug.

He chuckled nervously as his hands wrapped around you instinctively. He tried his best to ignore the heat that was suddenly pooling in him at the feeling of your body being so tightly pressed up against him. He’d always had armour on to protect him in the past anytime this had happened.

You pulled away from him after a moment but your hands stayed gripping his biceps, as though you were worried he was about to slip away again. Your face was paler than normal as you looked up at him with wide eyes, “I heard that you went down with the ship, they said you were dead. I-I thought you were dead, Rex.”

He chuckled darkly as he reached up to rub at the back of his neck nervously, “Well, only one of those things is true, clearly.”

His words seemed to break the tension in the room and you chuckled softly, a grin finally splitting your face as you let your hands fall away from him. He found himself mourning the loss of your touch but he tried his best to push that thought aside. He was here on a mission after all, and not one of a personal nature.

“Gosh, I can’t believe you’re really here,” You said with a breathy laugh, “I missed you.”

Your admission did something funny to his insides but again he tried his best to ignore the feeling, “It’s harder to get rid of me than one might expect.”

You laughed, “Clearly, but I’m glad for it.”

The two of you simply stared at one another for a long moment. Rex could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he looked at you. You didn't look any different than the last time he had seen you, you were still so kriffing beautiful. He watched as your brow furrowed slightly as your own eyes finished their appraisal of him.

“What are you doing here Rex?” You asked, “You - you don’t look like you’re with The Empire,” You said the second part hesitantly, as though you were afraid to hear his answer.

“I’m not, I’ve uh - defected,” He answered, for lack of a better term. The fact that he was listed as KIA sort of negates the term but it’s close enough to the truth, “Are you still…” he started though he was somewhat unsure of how to ask the question.

You had once been, in his opinion, the finest civilian mechanic the GAR had under contract. Rex had met you only days after the first battle of Geonosis, back when you had both still been shiny. He had taken an instant liking to your quick wit and easygoing nature, plus no one could fix a ship as efficiently as you could. The two of you had remained friends throughout the war. You had often been stationed on Coruscant at the main base but there had been many occasions when you had accompanied the 501st on their missions. Those times had been his favourite and if he had made extra trips to the flight deck during those missions it had been completely coincidental, or so he told himself.

You shook your head, “No, after everything that happened, the Jedi, the clones, being told that you had been killed…” You trailed off momentarily, biting your lip before you looked back up at him, “I saw what was happening and it became pretty clear pretty quickly that it was not something I wanted to be a part of any longer. My dad was ecstatic to have me back in the garage though.”

The two of you were silent for another long moment, simply looking at one another. Rex hadn’t thought it would be possible but his respect for you only grew at the knowledge that you had left The Empire, seeing it for what it truly was.

“Do you know what happened to the others?” You asked hesitantly after a moment, “Jesse? Kix? Echo? Cody?” The list could have gone on and on, you had been friends with many of the boys.

His heart wrenched at the thought of his brothers, he didn’t know if he had it in him to tell you the truth. Jesse who had died trying to kill him and Ahsoka, his actions not his own. Kix, who had vanished only weeks before the end of the war never to be seen again. Cody, who was still with The Empire or worse. He settled on simply shaking his head instead, the answer was too complex and he knew you would get his meaning.

Overwhelming sadness flashed in your eyes and he instantly hated the fact that he had been the one to put it there. He tracked your movements as you reached out to rest a hand on his arm comfortingly, “I’m so sorry, Rex.”

Rex simply shook his head, he had quickly learned that there really were no words to convey his feelings about all that he had lost.

Sensing his discomfort you quickly changed course, which he was very appreciative of, “So, what are you up to now then?”

“Uh…” He faltered. He trusted you, he did, he always had. But it wasn’t just his life that would be in danger if word were to get out what he was up to. Not only that, but he couldn’t bear the thought of putting you in danger by roping you into things more than his being here already had. He cursed himself internally for having not come up with a better answer to this inevitable question.

Your eyebrow raised but instead of suspicion there was only amusement dancing in your eyes, “Let me guess, it’s classified?”

He felt his face flush slightly but he was relieved by your response, “Sorry, it’s not just me who would be at risk if something were to happen.”

“Say less, Captain,” You replied with a laugh, patting his arm reassuringly, “But what brings you to me?”

“I’m looking for a specific part for a ship. I was hoping you might be able to help me out,” Rex replied. The Remora had taken a direct hit on their last mission. Echo had done his best to try and repair it but a part of the stabilization system had been beyond his ability to fix and without it they were effectively grounded. The Martez sisters had done their best to find the part but hadn’t yet had any luck and Rex was beginning to grow desperate. The longer they were grounded the fewer brothers they were likely to save. Echo had suggested simply stealing a new ship but Rex hadn’t wanted to draw that much attention to them. At least not until they had no other option.

“Sure thing,” You replied happily before you turned and headed back towards the counter, “What are you looking for?”

He followed after you as you slipped behind the counter. You disappeared momentarily as you bent down behind the counter before you re-emerged with your data pad in hand. He gave you the specifics of the part, his fingers drumming anxiously against the countertop as he watched you scroll on your data pad.

“I don’t have anything in stock right now,” You replied with a soft frown, “But I should be able to get it with no problem. It might just take a few days to have it shipped from a warehouse.”

This was exactly why you were his favourite, “Really? That’s great. What will I owe you?” Thanks to Senator Chuchi's support paying for the part wasn’t an issue.

You shook your head before giving him a cheeky grin, “Don’t worry about it Rex, you get the friends and family discount.”

“I can’t…” He protested but was cut short.

“Ah ah,” You said, waving your hand at him dismissively, “None of that. Besides, a dead man’s credits won’t really do me any good,” You teased as you set your data pad aside and leaned your elbows on the counter, propping your chin up on your hands as you looked up at him.

He wanted to protest further but he had learned years ago that arguing with you once your mind was set got him absolutely nowhere, “Thank you,” He said sincerely. You really were his favourite.

You smiled brightly at him, “No problem Rex. How should I get ahold of you once the part comes in?”

He reached out to grab a stylus and piece of flimsy from off the counter, “Here’s my private comm channel, just give me a call and I’ll come and grab it,” He paused momentarily, considering, “This is Echo’s. If you can’t get ahold of me, try him,” With his line of work he never really knew which day could end up being his last. He knew that if something were to happen to him his brother would continue on with their mission without a doubt.

“Echo’s with you?” You asked, perking up as you took the flimsy from him. The last time you had seen Echo he had still been with The Bad Batch.

He nodded, “It’s a long story.”

You laughed, “Classified?”

Rex chuckled softly, “No, just long.”

“Well, maybe you can tell it to me when I get that part in,” You replied with another soft smile that made his face flush.

He simply nodded, trying his best to ignore the heat that was once again pooling in his stomach at the mere sight of you, “I think I can manage that.”

“Good, I’ll see you later then Captain,” And before he even fully knew what was happening you had leaned over the counter, stretching up onto the tips of your toes to plant a swift kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll uh, yah, later. I’ll be seeing you, then. Later.” He stammered as absolute fire burned in his face. He could still feel the weight of our lips against his cheek as he stepped away from the counter. Your eyes were sparkling with amusement as you watched him make his hasty retreat which only made the feelings churning inside him even worse. He spun around and marched towards the door, determined to get out before he did something else embarrassing.

“Rex,” You called after him just as he reached the threshold, causing him to pause and spin back in your direction, “I’m really glad to see you. I’m very happy you’re not dead.”

He couldn’t manage more than a nod, his brain apparently having left him completely. With a final wave, he stepped out into the cool night air of Coruscant, breath filling his lungs once more as he made his way back towards base. You might be his favourite, but he wasn’t entirely convinced that you weren’t going to be the death of him.

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Just as they had during the war, the days blurred together for Rex. There was always something that needed doing, intel to collect, supply runs, people to meet. His to-do list was endless. He let out a deep sigh, his attention still focused on his data pad as he walked back into the Martez sister's garage, their temporary base. He had just finished meeting with Senator Chuchi and while their meetings always went well, the woman was unwaveringly kind and supportive, he was tired. He wanted nothing more than to collapse on his makeshift bunk in the back and stay there for the rest of the day. But as always, duty called, and he would answer.

He lifted a hand in greeting as he strode past Howzer and Nemec, the motion almost automatic as his eyes remained glued to the data that he was currently scrolling through on his datapad.

He stopped short suddenly though as the sound of familiar laughter reached his ears. His head snapped up and his gaze instantly zeroed in on the source. For a moment he thought he was dreaming because you couldn’t possibly be standing in his base, laughing with his brother as the two of you were huddled under the hull of The Remora.

As if sensing his presence your head turned towards him and you gave him a cheerful wave, “Hiya Rex!”

He frowned, so much for keeping you safe and out of the loop. He turned his narrowed gaze towards Echo who was looking suddenly sheepish from where he was kneeling by your side. They would be having words later.

With a sigh, Rex walked over towards you, his data pad long forgotten as he focused on where you were clearly working on the ship. The answer was obvious but he asked the question anyway, “What are you doing here?”

“The part came,” You chirped, still smiling brightly up at him, “I tried to call you but couldn’t reach you so I comm’d Echo. He told me to bring the part down and then I figured I might as well give him some help with the repairs.”

Rex cursed softly as he looked at his comm, sure enough, he had a missed call. Likely from when he had been in his meeting with the Senator and had silenced the device.

“She is the expert after all,” Echo said, his pale eyes brimming with amusement as he looked between you and Rex. It only made Rex frown more.

Rex steadily ignored his brother, turning his attention back to you instead, “How are the repairs coming?”

“All done actually,” You replied, “Just closing her up, and then she’ll be good to go!”

“I’ll uh, let you two discuss logistics while I go start her up,” Echo said as he stood. You gave Echo a nod and a brief smile before you turned your attention back to tightening the last of the bolts. He patted Rex on the shoulder as he passed him, a grin on his face that Rex did not like the look of. Sometimes, with everything Echo had been through and all of the changes he had undergone, Rex forgot that Echo still had the ability to be a little shit when he wanted to be. The relationship between the two of you, even though Rex had insisted it was completely professional, had not been a secret to the boys in the 501st.

Rex stood silently as you finished up the repairs, unable to pull his eyes away from you as you went about putting your tools away. A sharp intake of breath escaped him as you paused to pull your hair back from your face, piling it onto your head and pining it quickly in place. His eyes traced the curve of your neck as heat pooled his stomach.

Likely sensing his gaze you looked towards him as you stood up, your eyebrows raised questioningly as amusement swum in your eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked with a soft chuckle, a wide grin on your face as you clipped a wrench back onto your tool belt.

Rex felt like his brain was malfunctioning, his face flushed as you smiled brightly at him. There was a gleam in your eyes that set his heart pounding against his rib cage. He hadn’t meant to stare, he just couldn’t stop himself it seemed. Whenever you were around it was as if nothing else existed for him. It had always been like that, but apparently, he had used to be better at hiding it.

Because you’re beautiful was the first coherent thought that came to mind. It was only after he noticed your eyes widen and your grin become absolutely beaming that he realized he had actually said that out loud.

“Well, thank you, Captain, that’s very kind of you to say,” your cheeks flushed just ever so slightly while he stood there like an absolute di’kut hoping a pit would open beneath him and swallow him whole. It was too late to take it back now though. Not that he ever would take it back. He truly meant it so he couldn’t reverse course now without coming across as intentionally cruel.

“I-“ he started then stopped, completely at a loss for words as his face burned with embarrassment. This was all Echo’s fault, somehow.

“Is that a conclusion that you’ve just recently come to? Because you sound somewhat surprised,” You teased which only made him flush further.

If he had been floundering before it was nothing compared to what he was doing now, “No...no...I...what?”

You let out a bright laugh, stepping closer to him and resting a gentle hand on his arm. He was once again glad to be back in his armour because even through it he could feel the heat of your touch.

“I’m just teasing you Rex,” You replied with another laugh, smiling up at him.

He still didn’t know what to say so instead he simply nodded. His attention was still focused entirely on you as you suddenly stood on your tip toes, the whisper of your voice against his ear sent a shiver down his spine, “I'll let you in on a little secret though. I’ve always thought you were beautiful too.”

With another gentle laugh, you pulled away from him, patting him on the arm once more before you move away. Leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded as you waved up at Echo in the cockpit, giving him the all-clear to start up the ship.

The Remora rumbled to life, engines running smoothly once more. He continued to watch, clearly incapable of focusing on anything else, as you gave Echo a thumbs up before returning to his side once more. You looked up at him, a warm and somewhat expecting look on your face. After years of knowing you and being on the receiving end of that look many times before he knew exactly what was coming next.

“So,” You started, “Echo gave me the run down of what you’ve got going on here. I want to help you, in any way possible.”

Rex felt himself tense up, “It’s dangerous. I can’t ask you to put yourself in harm's way for us. If The Empire…”

You cut him off, “The Empire can stuff it for all I care, Rex. I want to help you. What you’re doing here is important. I might not be a soldier but I know I can still help you.”

“If something happened to you…” He started, his insides freezing at just the thought alone. If anything ever happened to you on his watch he didn’t know how he would live with himself. He had already lost so much. But he knew from the determined look in your eyes that he was fighting a losing battle.

You stopped him again, this time with your hand as you reached out to grab his own. It had the intended effect, shutting him up completely as his gaze flicked between your face and your joint hands.

“It’s worth the risk, Rex,” you said as you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “Please, let me help.”

He let out a weary sigh, “Alright," He might be clueless about a lot of things when it came to you but he knew when to admit defeat.

You smiled up at him brightly, fingers still interlaced with his own, “Thank you. It looks like you're stuck with me after all Captain,” Rex couldn’t help but smile at the comment. It was a throwback to better days when you used to gripe about always being assigned to the 501st for missions. You still weren't aware that he had been the one specifically requesting for your assignments.

"There are far worse problems to have,” he teased softly, “and just Rex is fine. I’m really not a Captain anymore.”

“Old habits die hard, Rex,” you replied with a shrug, “I should head back to the garage though. I’ll swing back around later though and we can discuss logistics.”

Rex nodded, though he was suddenly very aware that you were still holding his hand. Noticing his gaze you smiled up at him and for the second time that week you were moving before he could make sense of it. Your lips were soft against his cheek, the feeling of them once again setting his insides on fire and making his pulse race beneath your skin. Too soon in his opinion, you pulled away from him. He watched you walk away, his eyes never leaving you as you left the garage. You gave him one final wave that he returned before you disappeared from sight. He could still feel the ghost of your lips against his skin as he stood there, completely lost in thought.

“So…” Rex didn’t even need to turn to know that Echo was suddenly standing beside him.

“Don’t even start,” Rex grumbled, turning towards him and levelling a glare at him, “You and I are going to have to have a talk about maintaining secrecy.”

“Sir yessir,” Echo chuckled, knowing Rex’s words were all bluster. He gave him a mock salute with his scomp before he wandered off, leaving Rex alone with his thoughts. He really should move, he had a lot of work to do but he had the feeling he wasn't going to be very effective for the rest of the day. Not unless he could convince himself that he wasn’t actively counting down the hours until he would see you again.

#captain rex #rex x reader #captain rex x reader #ct 7567 #clone trooper x reader #captain rex x fem!reader #rex x fem!reader

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momo-de-avis · 9 months

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Every single week, without fail, I lose an object. It's always an object that I place on a very specific place every single time, but then one time I decide to put it away somewhere else. I NEVER remember where that is. The one thing I hate about myself, and I do mean deeply and profoudnly hate, is how fucking shitty my memory is. I have gotten late to work because I picked up my keys on the way out, but then quickly set them down somewhere, but because I picked them up it was enough for my brain to register as "you have your keys" and then I couldn't find them anywhere for 30 minutes. I once tore the house apart, literally throwing drawers open and looking under the bed in despair, because I hung my purse on the mirror instead of the coat-rack behind the door, and I could not find it. This shit happens every week. Last week it was a wallet I just found crushed between two books, and today it's a recipe book. Next week it will be something else.

"You should try--" nothing works. It got so bad at one point I was literally medicated against my will, and it did shit. Every single technique known to man, from every ADHD online guru to Improve Your Memory gurus you can think of, everything failed. It's just a fucked up thing about my brain I have to live with.

#there's one thing that happens on a daily basis #every single day #while holding an object #I walk across the house and set it down for some reason #maybe i need both my hands maybe im pickign something up #i can NEVER find that object again #It's a passing-by-and-dropping-it-here-just-so-i-can-quickly-do-something-else thing #i can never remember where i dropped it #it was literally 15 seconds ago #i dont remember #when people say to me “oh you have great memory for knowing all this history!” it takes me reading somehting about 5 times to get it throug #but thats LONG TERM memory #short term is the shittiest ever produced #I cannot memorise 4 numbers for 10 seconds

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thetopichot · 7 months

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My roman empire is the fact that Auron legit KILLED Derek by fucking BEATING the absolute SHIT outta him then straight NAILED THAT MOFO ON THE DESK & then straight up went on a date afterwards & had the most heartwarming moment ever with Rook. I know that's not much, but I think about that shit at LEAST once a month.

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #damn this bitch has been doing so many side stories in the same fucking day #that some yakuza 0 type shit #also im still working on the fluff alphabet & im sorry its taking so long #shit has been happening to me like CRAZY #but i can tell ya one thing!#im almost done with alphonse #i have trouble writing characters that i dont talk on a daily basis 😭 im lazy & autistic #he is my roman empire #lol

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killbaned · 5 months

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i genuinely think i'm about to start being a raging cunt when people are more interested than interrupting me than listening to me speak because i don't know why this happens every time i open my mouth but like. i'm genuinely getting beyond sick of it.

me: hi i was told to schedule [testing] and i've been playing phone tag with [doctor's] nurse so i thought instead of wasting more of y'alls time with calls i'd just pop in to schedule it

woman at desk: oh. well you can't do that, you need an office visit first.

me: i was-

woman: like, you have to be seen first.

me, resisting the urge to start being mean: i've already had two office visits and was told to schedule the testing. i have been unable to do so on the phone. hence why i am here.

#like am i fucking stupid when i explain things to people i don't understand how this happens on a daily basis #like last night at work too!#customer: how do i find someone to cut flooring for me #me: if you go back to the flooring desk i'll page-#customer: i don't know how to find someone back there!#me: if you go back to the flooring desk i will-#customer: but there's no one back there #me now raising my voice: YES I WILL PAGE SOMEONE TO /MEET YOU/#like i genuinely think from now on when people interrupt me i'm going to say “interrupting is rude!” and just keep fucking talking

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the-furies · 11 months

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kill counts this roster that i am aware of. bc now I'M curious:

Empathy: at Least 2 [1 confirmed sorry suggestion]

Encyclo: At Least 1. idk he threw a spear once and someone Screamed

Vol: 1. again sorry suggestion but that one was funny lmao

Drama: Ok this one's complicated . But to put it reaaaaaaaal simply the answer is just Yeah

Half Light: yeah probably

Concept: MANY. I FUCKING COUNT BEING SENT TO THE WOODS AGAINST MY WILL AS A DEATH YOU BASTARD

Savvy: Like 3. help

Actually y'know what. If someone's been up front w Suggestion then there is a very high chance that they've killed him before at Least once.

PT: Okay so like she stabbed someone about. 5 times [WHICH WAS TECHNICALLY AN ACCIDENT,] but I DON'T think that killed them. Inconclusive????? Iwill have 2 ask

Composure: Does it count if it was yourself and it was by accident? We keep telling Composure to stop trying to walk and it never listens STOPPP FUCKING ACCIDENTALLY SHATTERING YOURSELF DUDE!!!

Inland: I'm scared to ask.

Me: Well. See. Um..... :) well,

People whom have just fucking died. badly:

Suggestion

that's all

he's like a Cocomelon to us idk what y'all expectedUWKWDMFMCM

actually add me to the list too tthey keep fuckign sending mw to the woods!!!!!! help!!!!!!!! HWJENRJFKFDK

this is all counting Just us we are not counting anyout outside Harry's system nor the amount of times Harry has ragdolled Because of our bullshit. That would be 90% of Inland's death toll by itself sbwhakakxkx

#pk;m electrochemistry🔴#ask to tag?#?????????????????#death tw #violence tw #i Don't know. they were all cartoon violence #i asked drama if forcibly just. sending one of their Faces into the inside of their goop temporarily counts as a death #and they did NOT hesitate when they collectively said yes #so.#by that Alone i think they have the highest kill count #waht we're counting as a death here is Something Violent Happens To Someone And They Temporarily Stop Moving Because Of It.#So! .... 😀👍! IWKAKSMDMCCMXNSN #phys instrument also Could've had a kill count of at Least 1 [2?] but he simply refused #it was for science dude. you could've participated in A Science. and you didn't. smh @🔴#SO ANYWAYS IF ANYONE'S CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS IN-SYS FOR US ON A DAILY BASIS. IT'S. THIS! DJEKSKSKSKDKF #actually² also add reaction speed to 'idk Probably' but that one was a Whole thing #i hope this sounds particularly deranged.#like this is all true but i hope it sounds deranged y'know

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oceandiagonale · 2 years

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Hello! I was the one who talked about being inspired by you to write some ideas about my oc. I never really shared anything about her even though I have many ideas and I love her very much. So I decided to share a bit about her! Her origin story happens some time before PLA (like maybe 100 years). So humans and pokemon were fighting (obviously) and Arceus created a hero to stop the fighting.

YOOOOOO!!!!!

MORE UNDER THE CUT!!!

ohhh I bet she talks like arceus does in PLA, sort of old-timey and overly formal!! 🤔🤔🤔

oohhhh yeah that makes sense, kind of like putting all of the infinity energy of a species into one person -- that would probably cause problems!! (sweats knowingly)

(oh, next time try making it a text submission! they should be enabled on both mobile and desktop, and I think it’s worked for folks in the past!)

OHHHH THAT’S A GOOD ORIGIN STORY FOR ALPHA POKEMON THOUGH and it explains why they aren’t around in the modern sinnoh era!!

this is awesome, I love when there’s worlds clumped together within a multi-multiverse!! it’s one of my favorite worldbuilding things!! especially in Pokemon since a multiverse is canon in every iteration of canon 👀👀👀