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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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I dare you to write an Ani5 fix-it fic. I will not be taking criticism and will die on the hill that this is the most powerful ship and could’ve saved the entire clone wars. Bonus points if it features the ship Mace Windu/headaches (bc anakin is a walking mess of shatterpoints and lives to annoy Mace). Codywan to help knock some sense into anakin would also be top tier. I LOVE YOU ZEPH’BUIR

(of course i can’t do a whole fix-it in a quick prompt answer, but i think i’ve set it up for a far happier ending than in canon! support communication and education in relationships (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) and also adhd clones.

fives might be the most i’ve ever struggled with a character (‘cept maybe ahsoka....) so it took a little while to figure out how to write this scene in a way i liked. also, had to go and watch fives clips to try and get my autism brain working, and BOY HOWDY do i actually hate dbb’s take on the clones, especially the accent but everything else too. their character designs make me want to cry. so i’m begging, for me, to imagine this fives like this especially because then we get Tol Anakin and a Smol Clone BF and i think that is a seriously underutilised dynamic.

thank you for the prompt, ad, and for cursing me with this ship in the first place. someday i’ll get around to actually writing them as the battle husbands they are 🧡)

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Echo's always been good with programming, but Fives is better with the actual building. He's not any good with inventing, maybe, but putting things together? Opening them up and knowing immediately what's wrong? Fives would even say he enjoys it — and being able to talk shop with Skywalker like they're nobody mechanics from the Outer Rim instead of General and Soldier makes the long hyperjumps between missions actually bearable.

How that led to him sitting in a rarely used hallway on the Resolute with Skywalker ("Anakin," he keeps insisting with a smile), both leant over a mouse droid in pieces on a drop cloth, Fives isn't really sure. It probably had something to do with Skywalker's excited bounce when he'd come to ask if Fives wanted to help him, the sparkle in his eye reminding Fives just how young the both of them are. How, technically, he's older than Anakin.

Because, yeah, he is Anakin, not Skywalker, when they're like this. With his growing knight cut a curly untamed cloud around his ears, grease smeared on the underside of his jaw, with Fives stripped down to his blacks from the waist up, with even his blasters set on the floor next to them.

With it quickly becoming clear that Anakin doesn't actually need help to rewire the mouse droid, but had asked for Fives to join him anyways.

They've been at it for a few hours now, their jokes winding down to companionable quiet as they both work on separate parts of the droid. It honestly might have been easier to start from a scrap droid than try to rewire this one correctly, but it's easy work Fives could do blindfolded, and sharing the mutually-focused silence is actually quite nice.

Anakin is elbow-deep in the outer casing when he finally asks, "Do the clones feel love?"

And Fives almost gets up and walks away. He knows not every battalion ended up with a good Jedi, that the 212th and the 501st had been so kriffing lucky to end up with "The Team", but sometimes he forgets. Maybe that's the worst part of it: slow, personal moments like this, Fives forgets he's not natborn and bearer of a face shared with millions. Being around his general makes him forget, and maybe he had taken that for granted until now.

Or maybe it's for that reason that he hesitates from storming off, because Anakin had been the one to name Alpha, to insist on giving them proper leave, to defend them from anyone who talks down at them even if they're a planetary leader. And Rex had said something, once, about Anakin’s brain working in either/ors, being hardwired in some way to only see in black and white and believing that if you're one thing, you can't be another. That what Anakin says isn't always what he means.

So instead, he asks, "What kind of love are we talkin'?"

Anakin refuses to raise his head, and Fives can almost see him stressing about how to phrase this. "Y'know, grand romance and stuff. One-and-onlys and holodrama romcom propaganda and imagining growing old together."

"'Not quite sure what you're asking, sir." He takes a deep breath. "The short answer is yes, we can and do feel that, but the long answer is I can't speak for every brother, and I would not want to. Some of us don't feel that." Shrugging, he passes Anakin a socket wrench before he can ask for it. "But it's not because we can't, not because of the longnecks. We're bred to be obedient, sir, not emotionless."

Quiet settles over them again while Anakin processes this, his mouth twisted rather horribly. Fives starts to think he would do a whole awful lot to turn that frown back into a haughty smile.

"What do you really want to ask, General?"

"I'm married to Senator Amidala."

Now, everyone with eyes knows that. Maybe Torrent knows even better, when they've been covering for their general for over a year now, and clearly the Jedi just aren't doing anything about it — but Fives also knows Anakin has never actually told anyone about this, not even General Kenobi. Rex says Anakin still thinks they've been discreet.

"If I may be blunt, sir, this is not news."

And Anakin actually laughs at that, shaking his head as he tosses down his tools to stare at the opposite wall instead. Fives watches his gaze go distant, somewhere far away from the Resolute lost in the middle of space. “I’ve loved her since I was nine years old, Fives. I loved her through not seeing her for a decade, through her assassination attempts and the First Battle of Geonosis and becoming a knight, and I...”

Fives sighs once. “No one said you had to stay in love, sir.”

“But that’s just it,” he groans. “I’ve never known how to do anything else, how to be anything else. I don’t... know who I am without it.”

He has to look away from Anakin, then, because he’s seen brothers go stupid for people they meet on campaigns, or for their Jedi, and Fives isn’t nearly as young as some of the shinies out there, but he knows what it looks like, when they leap in without thinking. He lets out a long, slow breath, his eyes falling on the ‘saber at Anakin’s hip. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Anakin blinks at him, and nods.

“That’s too young to decide what you want to do for the rest of your life.” Fives raises a brow at his general’s startled expression, which is maybe more amusing (endearing) than it has any business being. “General, you’re barely an adult, just the same as the vode. If my mental timeline is right, you weren’t even twenty standard when you married Amidala, which, frankly, was reckless and unfair on her part.”

“Padmé would never–”

“I don’t mean intentionally, sir. The fact of the matter is, no wonder you don’t know who you are without her, because you’ve always had her.” That decade of no contact notwithstanding, considering Anakin didn’t not have her, either. “Senator Amidala knew who and what she was before you, and she’ll know who and what she is without you.”

“That’s not quite fair,” Anakin grumbles, but his throat is flushed in what Fives hopes is entirely appropriate guilt, or at the very least embarrassment. “It was my idea to get married after Geonosis.”

Fives snorts. “The idea of a child thrown into war, afraid to lose anything.”

“You’re being uncharacteristically candid, Fives.”

“Respectfully, sir, the last thing you need is to be coddled.” His general laughs again, this time good and bright in a way he hasn’t heard before; and then Fives can’t help what he admits next. “We weren’t allowed toys, or anything.”

Laughter cutting off abruptly, Anakin’s eyes grow haunted instead. There might not be anyone else in the galaxy with quite the same experience as the clones, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t those that understand.

“Hevy made me and Echo– Well, he said they were mythosaurs like Kal taught us about, but they looked more like sad loth cats. He cut up his own bedsheet to make ‘em, and couldn’t tell the longnecks what he’d done with it, so he just slept on the bare mattress.”

“Fives...”

But it’s clear Anakin doesn’t actually know what to say, so Fives pushes on. “Some of Fett’s instructors tried to teach us Mando’a, you know? I think Spar is the only brother that ever got fluent, the rest of us have been making up words and combining them with Basic and Kaminoan and whatever else the Cuy’val Dar spoke that sometimes we don’t even remember what language they are anymore.”

“I didn’t learn Basic until I was five.” Anakin thunks his head onto the wall behind him with a sigh, the mouse droid forgotten at his feet. “Other padawans always told me I was lucky Master Obi-Wan knew Huttese.” Ahh, kark, his general had been a Hutt salve; at least the spice runners made sure their slaves could communicate with their customers. “I couldn’t read a word of Aurebesh when I first came to the Temple, though to be fair, I couldn’t read anything else, either.”

“You grow up around other kids?”

“Yeah, my mom and I lived in the biggest slave slum on Tatooine.”

Fives doesn’t need to tell him how lucky he was just to have had their own quarters. “I think, sir, that the vode know better than you think, what it’s like always standing on the edge of losing everything.”

Squeezing his eyes closed, Anakin inhales sharply and clenches his fists over his knees. “What happened? To your mythosaur toys?”

“One of the longnecks found them while we were in training, ‘threw them out before we got back. I think Hevy was even more upset than we were.”

The leather glove over his prosthesis creaks as he tightens his grip on his own palms. “Was it easy? To just... forget about them?”

“Of course not,” Fives snorts and crosses his arms, “we were the equivalent of eight standard at the time, but we honestly didn’t have a choice. As we got a little older, we stopped trying to put meaning in things, because we weren’t allowed things. Our names are our only real possession, even our armor can be taken from us, but we will not, cannot, let anyone take our names.”

Groaning, Anakin scrubs his hands over his face before pushing himself up to finally look at Fives properly. He still doesn’t speak for a moment, just watching him, then teases flatly, “You’ve been spending too much time with Cody and Obi-Wan, you’re starting to speak in riddles.”

“They are riddles only to you, sir.” He offers a small smile, and is only slightly disappointed when Anakin doesn’t return it.

Instead, he lets out a winded breath. “So. You’re saying that it’s not easy to let go of even small things, but we must. And then there are things that we shouldn’t let go of?”

“Some things aren’t ours to keep.”

Anakin swallows. “Like Padmé,”

“Like any person, no matter what sort of love we have for them.”

Groaning, Anakin pulls his knees back up close and drops his face into his arms. “But I still love her.”

Knowing that this is not a new problem, that General Kenobi has been trying to teach his general this for as long as they’ve known each other, Fives takes a moment to consider. “You don’t really have to stop loving her.”

“But you said–”

“You think I stop loving my brothers when they die?”

Whether or not it’s healthy to hold onto affections for someone after a romantic relationship is a conversation for another time, Fives decides, and leans over to pick up where Anakin had left off with the droid.

“General, it sounds to me like you already know all this,” he says, twisting a wire into the grip of his glove to yank it from the motor. “And that you’re digging your feet in — which is the crux of the problem, isn’t it?”

“You sound like Obi-Wan,” he groans, but doesn’t deny it.

“Hmm, well, at least we’re still just kids.”

Anakin very slowly looks up from his arms, just enough for Fives to see his wide eyes. “What do you...?”

“Well, we’ve still got time to learn, don’t we?” Fives raises his eyebrow as he fits the new wire into the motor and starts to close all the panels back up. “I still think about Hevy and Droidbait and Cutup, and honestly, I still think about Echo’s and my mythosaurs. That’s not a bad thing, I don’t think, not even the Jedi would think that’s bad. I’m still angry when my vode don’t get funerals and I honestly hold that against the Chancellor and the Jedi both. But I don’t get to go back to Kamino and take my anger out on the longneck that took our toys, and I’m... working on it, not being so angry with the generals. I’m still angry. But I know the Jedi have about as much say in all of this as we do, and I know burying my brothers won’t bring them back. So I’m working on it.”

“I... don’t have to be good at it all at once.”

“Great Maker, General, just because you’re the Chosen One doesn’t mean you have to actually be good at absolutely everything from the start. You just have to try, and you still have time to.”

He looks up and finds Anakin already smiling back. “Fives, I could kiss you.”

“Considering it sounds like Senator Amidala just divorced you, I think that’s a very bad idea, sir.”

“Bah, you’re no fun.”

Fives feigns offense, “This mouse droid we’ve rigged to follow Captain Rex around and scream says differently.”

The night the 501st returns to the Resolute after finally (kriffing finally) leaving Umbara, Fives finds a hand-sewn stuffed mythosaur on his bunk, with a string collar and a dogtag etched with CT-782.

Mando’a: Cuy’val Dar — “Those who no longer exist”, group of 75 Mando’ade and 25 others put together by Jango to train the clones vod/e — “brother/s, comrade/s, sibling/s”, technically gender neutral but used most often in fandom as “brother/s” (*in this context, fives is using brothers as gender neutral as well, because you won’t take trans and nb clones even from my cold dead hands*)

#prompt fill #crispy writes #ani5 #anakin/fives #no really what's their ship name #prequel trilogy #clone wars #pre-relationship #but they're getting there lads #cw slavery #clone culture #domino squad #past anidala #very recently past lmao #anakin skywalker #trooper fives #mando'a #is it really childhood if you've never been allowed to be a child #but seriously dbb is sort of fucking awful as the clones #like i love the man he's been in almost every cartoon i've ever cared about #but good lord it's like he wasn't even trying to act #anyways #theclonewarsbrokeme #rare pair #like.... never seen anything for this kind of rare pair...#wanna write more about them adhd stimming together #and being worried babs on the battlefield #cause unlike ships like codywan or rexwalker or skysolo #ani5 would have NO problem being obvious as fuck about their worry and affection #they wouldn't even try to hide it

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rocker-by-heart · 4 years

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I know I said I was gonna bounce until TROS,

but I just need to express my last minute theories(in case I’m actually right so can have proof and brag about it).

(i’m drafting this in google docs btw jus so u kno lol)

SO before we get in to anything, I should say that I have not read any leaks or things like that. I’ve only watched the things officially put out by Star Wars/Lucasfilm whatever. I also come from the Reylo/Bendemtion part of the fandom, so that’s the mindset I’m in. Now on with the theories:

Now originally I was of the opinion that Rey was nobody and I liked that and that was okay, and I didn’t want them to retcon it or anything, HOWEVER my mind has slightly changed. Kind of. Not really. Allow me to explain.

The whole thing in TLJ is that we see that situation from Rey’s point of view. Rey believes that the people who left her on Jakku for drinking money and died were her parents. And they may very well be the people who raised her up until that point, ergo her parents, but they MIGHT not be her actual bio parents. And Kylo sees this in her mind and that’s why he thinks he knows the truth. Because essentially it IS the truth. And that is why, if Rey turns out to be SOMEONE in TROS, I don’t see it as retconning or anything like that. They will still honor what Rian did(and maybe planned) without undercutting it. Now don’t get me wrong, in no way do I think she is a Skywalker or a Solo, or even a Kenobi or a Palpatine(well her being a Palps is by this point the most likely of those, but ya kno). Now is the time for me to put my tinfoil tiara on because I think that it is very probable that Rey is

a clone

AND/OR a sleeper agent.

The reason I think this is because the very first thing I thought, before dismissing it as symbolism, in the cave scene when Rey saw her reflections was that holy shit is she a clone!? (later i was glad that i wasn’t the only one who thought that bc of all the theory videos floating around). I think that it might have been part of Palpy’s contingency plan to restart clone production, and especially how to clone someone force sensitive(that might be why the cloning guy from Mandolorian wants Baby Yoda’s dna or whatever), and he might have succeeded and Rey just happens to a random one of the clones, maybe she was misplaced, or planted on Jakku, who knows. I don’t think she is the clone template, but she might be. Then the dark Rey we’ve seen in the trailers will probably be one of the other clones. (or it could totally just be a vision and i’m just full of bs)

OR if she is a sleeper agent she might have been placed on Jakku for some reason, maybe her memories are real, maybe they are planted, who knows. Palps has some kind of trigger words or something to either wake her up, or put her under a Winter Soldier type like spell(who is the real Rey?).

The reason I kind of came back to these theories was because of the latest TV spots as of the 14th of December.

But then again she could have been created somehow by the force to meet the darkness in Kylo OR if any of the above, or her being a Palpy is true, she might have been created by the dark(Palps maybe somehow) to meet Ben’s light, because Ben was conceived by light essentially, but then manipulated. Who knows, I certainly don’t.

This is basically a long way of saying I am now in the mindset that I don’t NEED Rey to be a nobody(everyone is somebody) just not a Skywalker or Solo, or even a Kenobi(though I like that headcanon the best), but it is also fine if she is.

(Also out of every brunette lady in Star Wars the internet have speculated being Rey’s mom I think Qi’ra is most likely. But I don’t really think she is.)

(Also, also, Rey got her name/made her name up from the helmet she had on Jakku.)

NOW onto some other stuff that could totally be separate from everything above. Theories and wishful thinking:

What’s going on with C-3PO is that he is getting his pre-end-of-ROTS memories back, sacrificing his memories after that, and that helps with something, perhaps telling Anakin’s true story to Ben (R2-D2 already knowing all of it kinda blows holes in this, BUT maybe C-3PO wouldn’t believe him or something and we need him to articulate to the audience idk.)

We’re going on a Horcrux hunt. That’s it.

Anakin force ghost DEFINITELY. (and maybe even a whole army of former jedi force ghosts helping to save the day idk, but Ani is DEF showing up or else i will sue)

(Anakin hearing Padme’s voice, him turning his head and smiling knowing his love is there for him in the cosmic force)

Ben finishing what his grandfather started(aka defeating Palpy) (also palpy being back doesn’t undercut anakin’s redemption bc it’s the thought that counts even tho palpy didn’t disappear)

If Leia dies(she might not, but probably will), it is from space radiation and she falls asleep peacefully, Connix(Billie) holding her hand because everyone else is off world. (ugh sob)

(Anakin being there with her omg??)

Speaking of Connix she will at LEAST have as big of a role in this as she did in TLJ if not larger. Please.

Chewie will NOT die.

Nor will the Falcon.

In the space battle(from the scene where we can see the Ghost and maybe the Colossus) we see glimpses from inside the ships(as we usually do), one of them being Hera Syndulla(the actual best pilot in the galaxy) going “phoenix leader standing by” and Jacen is with her casually using the force to grab stuff and shit PLEASE.

same goes for Kaz and co. i guess but i don’t care as much about them sorry.

(Ahsoka. maybe. played by Rosario Dawson please. Catching a glimpse of force ghost Ani at the end celebration and he’s smiling at her being proud BC THEY HAVE THE BEST MOST BEAUTIFUL MOST HEARTBREAKING RELATIONSHIP IN ALL OF STAR WARS sorry)

Okay so Harrison won’t show up, BUT ALDEN MIGHT.

AKA flashbacks baby.

Force healing.

The fact that the TITLE is The Rise of Skywalker can’t POSSIBLY mean the end of the Skywalker line, ergo Reylo babies. I don’t make the rules.

Okay now I’m going dark, see you suckers after TROS.

#star wars #the rise of skywalker #reylo #tros #episode ix #theory #speaking of ahsoka #when i tell u i cried during her and vader's fight in rebels #u should have seen the waterworks #mkay i'll be back #bye

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literarygoon · 3 years

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So,

Dr. White crossed his legs like a woman.

We were in a corner office of Royal Jubilee Hospital, looking out at the parking lot, as he unpacked his clipboard and quickly scanned his notes. Probably around his mid-50s, he was dressed like a professor in a maroon sweater and slim-fitting black jeans. I sat with my hands folded politely in my lap, like a chastened school child, while I waited for him to speak.

“So how’re we doing with The Truman Show thing?” he asked. “Where are we at with that?”

The nurses had given back my ordinary clothes by this point, so I wasn’t in humiliating pyjamas anymore. Instead I was dressed in all black, with my hoodie up around my head like Obi-Wan Kenobi. I knew the answers I gave him could be used as fodder for keeping me institutionalized longer, but I also didn’t want to lie anymore. Lying was getting old. I’d only had three meetings with him, but Dr. White seemed like a legitimately conscientious and compassionate guy.

“I guess the thing for me is being aware of my sources,” I said. “And making sure they’re credible.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, if I’m convinced something is true I need to ask myself why I think that. Is it because someone told me? Is it because I read it on the Internet? On Twitter? Or is it just that the idea came to me while I was jerking off in the shower and I just fuckin’ ran with it?”

Dr. White nodded, scribbling some notes. I’d already explained the basic delusion I was suffering from, that I was being filmed for a documentary being directed by Quentin Tarantino. George R.R. Martin and J.K. Rowling were definitely involved somehow, I figured, and now I was starting to suspect that I was the bastard child of my Uncle Jon. It was all the same stuff I was saying the last two times this happened, so how had I successfully tricked myself into falling for it again?

I sighed. “It’s like, when the Victoria Police arrested me, the handcuffs were way too tight, right? I kept complaining and complaining about that, in the backseat of the cop car, because they were cutting off the circulation to my hands,” I said.

“Eventually, when they took them off, the officer said: ‘you can thank Glen for that’.”

Dr. White’s face was hidden behind his mask, but his brow furrowed. “And who is Glen?”

“Well, I had an illustrator like ten years ago named Glen. And when the guy said that, I took it as a sign that Glen was somehow involved in what I was going through. Like maybe he was the one calling the shots. Maybe he was the one directing the documentary, not Tarantino.”

He nodded again, his scribbles continuing.

“But afterwards I realized that maybe the other cop’s name was Glen, or something like that. There were all kinds of other possibilities for how to interpret that information, and I just made a connection that wasn’t there. The thing is, when I’m manic everything’s a sign or a symbol for something else. All the relevant names pile up, there’s this fuckin’ pattern I can’t figure out. Like God’s made this giant puzzle for me and I just don’t have the right skill set to put it back together again.”

Dr. White’s foot stopped bouncing. “Okay, but how do you feel now? Do you still think it’s true now? Are you being filmed now?”

I paused, then gave him a subtle shake of the head. An inventory of my misbehaviour flashed before my eyes — I’d rammed a traffic cone at the BC Ferries parking lot, I’d pulled donuts by the UVic rez buildings, and finally crashed my car by the Hillside Boston Pizza. With one successfully popped tire, I’d considered my grieving rampage a success and had disappeared into the night with the music still blaring.

I shifted on my chair. “Right now I’m just embarrassed, you know? Like I knew my sister Kathryn’s death was going to knock me off balance, but I figured I’d be stronger than this. Like I already know the truth, so how come I’m falling for the lie?”

“And which lie is that?”

“I’d made up this whole story about Kathryn and I being secret agents. We were investigating drug cartels, breaking up child prostitution rings, just kicking down doors and taking names. We were a team. Me and her. And I wanted that shit to be true so badly that I convinced myself it was, because otherwise she was just dead. Just normal old dead.”

Dr. White nodded sympathetically, then let the silence linger. “So how do you address that?”

I leaned back in my chair and ran my fingers through my hair. I’d needed a cut for weeks, because it was getting long like Samson’s. I was looking more and more like my younger sister Barb, the one member of my family who was still devoutly religious. In the past three weeks I’d been institutionalized twice and arrested once — at one point even kicking down a hotel room door because I was paranoid that Celista was in danger. I was going absolutely berserk with grief, convinced that Kathryn was dancing with me.

“I don’t get it. Like how could I be so dumb to fall for this shit? This isn’t how ordinary people grieve, you know? I crashed my car and then picked a fight with a posse of cops. Who does that? I’m just fucking ridiculing myself for being such an idiot, you know?”

Dr. White stopped writing. He paused for a long moment. “I hear what you’re saying, Will, but I want to caution you. It may very well be that you were experiencing delusions, and that you believed them, but we don’t understand how or why that happens. The brain is still largely a mystery to us,” he said.

“Would you ridicule yourself for having a seizure on the floor? Would you point and laugh and say: ‘look at how stupid I am, writhing around on the floor?’“

I took a deep breath. He was right.

Putting aside his clipboard, my doctor leaned forward in his seat. Over the course of our initial meetings he’d shared that he’d been hospitalized twice over the course of the last year, so he empathized with how cloistered I felt under the COVID-19 conditions. I hadn’t been outside for nearly two weeks.

“I’ve been around for a while, Will, and I’ve seen a lot of things. As a psychiatrist, you come to learn that reality is way more subjective than we think. You learn that maybe our definitions of things are a little more rigid than they should be.”

I nodded. “I think that too.”

“And instead of thinking of this information as humiliating, you should just take it as an opportunity to feel humbled. Do you see the difference there? Humility, not humiliation.”

He picked up his clipboard again, quickly jotted down a few more things, then took me through the rest of the logistics. I was going to be taking some new meds, he was arranging things with my family doctor, and now this was probably the last time I was going to see him. He actually did look like Bryan Cranston of Breaking Bad, and not just because of his name. His bald head was pock-marked and age-spotted, and his face was mostly covered by his mask and a plastic shield. He would’ve looked right at home in a meth lab.

If this ever became a movie, maybe we’d call it Breaking Good.

“We’re looking at discharging you tomorrow morning, so you’ll have time to get ready for your move and everything. You’ve made a lot of progress here. Now you need to focus on keeping it together for this new baby. I think you’ll like Duncan.”

I took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

The Literary Goon

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vvardenfellcat · 7 years

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I was tagged by @deadeyedrifter :D

Nicknames: Alpan and many variations thereof. In my AA group of friends I’m either J’hasi, Dargzalzi/Darg, or Abyssal. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius Height: Uhhhhhhhhhh 5′7″? I’ve gotten different measurements so idk which one is the right one. Orientation: Asexual, romantic whatever is under debate rn. Nationality: ‘Murica

Favorite… Fruit: Fuck iunno. Watermelon, black grapes...uhhhh... I haven’t had fresh fruit in a while I can’t remember;;;; Season: Fall! I love cool air and warm sunlight, and just fuckin....crisp leaves and Halloween and shit is just fantastic, I LOVE THE SMELL OF FALLEN LEAVES, but only if they’re dry or freshly rained on, I don’t like rotten leaf smell. Book: I haven’t read in so long I can’t even remember. I love Good Omens by Neil Gaiman tho, that’s the last book I recall reading. Flower: I like lilies for some reason??? I’m not sure if that’s just Animal Crossing or what. I like carnivorous plants and stuff tho because they’re super neato, and that plant that curls up when you touch it. Scent: Forest, especially after it rains. I just really love outdoor smells, and rain is like my ultimate favorite thing ever. I like some other smells too, like campfire, and the smell of campfire when it lingers on your clothes afterwards, sanded or rotting wood, etc. Color: For wearing, I tend to prefer darker/neutral colors to wear (unless I’m in a good mood, then I’m ok with certain bright colors). I think my overall favorite color ever is bright green, but I love pastels in the right context, lots of dark colors, bright orange, dark purples, that sort of thing. I think my love is red is actually J’hasi’s love of red lmao. Fictional character: Robin Hood, Obi-Wan Kenobi are longstanding, but lately I’ve been more into my friends’ OCs bc how fucking cool is that that you can have your characters interact with your favorite characters and possibly even help them along on their own adventures it’s pretty goddamn cool. Song at the moment: I have listened to only one band since around end of term so...the song currently in my head is All Gone by Mother Mother. Also Hayloft bc I was a fool and tried to learn how to play guitar by playing that song and LET ME TELL YOU THAT IS NOT ENTRY-LEVEL GUITARING I think my brain was like ‘THIS SOUNDS LIKE FUN’ and didn’t account for the fact that I don’t know how to do much more than pick away rather than chords and tabs n shit. Also I recently got most of their albums on my ipod which is a godsend when you do boring cleaning all day x_x

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee I gotta be careful with (caffeine + anxiety x__x), but I love all three. I miss the days when I used to chug a pot of black coffee but I don’t think that’s too healthy, for me or my poor heart. Average sleep hours: Lately....I actually sleep in 2 chunks. Which alternates over 2 days (I told you guys my sleep was fucked up even more than usual). So it’s usually a chunk of about 3-4 hours, followed by a chunk of either another 3-4, or 8-10 hour chunk. Number of blankets: One, my poor, poor, coming-apart-at-the-seams comforter. Sometimes two if it gets cold, I cuddle with another blanket I got from my partner :D Dream trip: Kiiiiinda wanna go to Finland, actually. And Maryland. And Ohio and the Netherlands and other such places. My friends live all over the world and it’s not faiiiir I wanna visit them all ;__;

Blog created: This one was made.......2 years ago? I just remember it was September iirc. Maybe it was more, the concept of time is ehh with me lately.

Tagging: You. If you want.

#im all excited about food now lmao #watermelon with black grapes sounds so good rn ;__;#ooc #delete later

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Odd numbers and GoodRocks from Mag 7, Even numbers and Sansa/Margaery

Talk about the first ship you ever had.

James and Sarah in Liberty’s Kids! They were very influential to the bickering rivals-become friends-become lovers trope that I continue to really like (see: Romione, Jaime/Brienne, etc)

Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life.

SanSan, which has made me a lot of good friends and which sort of…uplifts me on a personal level and makes me hope + believe in love

Wolfstar because I spent about ten years of my life dancing around shipping it and loving the relationship anyway

Shireen/Myrcella bc it was my first ship I invented myself and my first femslash ship

What’s your current OTP?

SanSan probably

What’s your current NOTP?

REYLO

Do you have any poly ships?

Actually, quite a few! I have loads in ASOIAF like Jaime/Brienne + Brienne/Sansa + Sansan + Jaime/Sandor all at once, and then you got me on the Teddy/Goody/Billy train

How do you feel about love triangles?

Can be good, mostly aren’t played well tbh

How do you feel about RPF?

It kinda makes me uncomfortable

Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?

Yep! When I was little I shipped myself with Sirius and Obi-Wan Kenobi and a bunch of other transparently gay characters…now I ship myself with Rey…oops

Do you have many ships that never got together at all?

Yes, loads.

Do you ship any characters that have never met?

Hmmm…I ship some characters that don’t interact in canon like Shireen/Myrcella and McGonagall and Augusta Longbottom but they’ve both met each other before, just not on-page

Talk about your favorite first kiss.

Eowyn and Faramir in the book of Return of the King! I ran around my house screaming when I first read it when I was twelve.

Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together?

Not that I can recall

Has a ship ever broken your heart?

On Friday when Chirrut and Baze died in Rogue One and I was in the movie theater bawling my eyes out

How do you feel about will they/won’t they?

It works sometimes, like with Tony and Ziva in NCIS, but sometimes it’s annoying

Have you ever “shipped at first sight”?

I don’t think so but sometimes I’ve seen tropes I like come up and I’m like Oh Drat

Talk about a ship you initially disliked.

I initially preferred Wolfstar platonically for a long time

Talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically.

On a similar vein, I used to be hardcore Remus/Tonks and now am…not

Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship.

Can’t think of anything in particular

Have you ever shipped something despite yourself?

Roose and Walda in ASOIAF

Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping.

Shireen/Myrcella has a couple other fans which I recruited but mostly I am lonesome

Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against?

um…Obi-Wan/Padme, I guess

Which of your ships have the best chemistry?

all of them t b h

Which of your ships deserve better writing?

More development for Garnet/Pearl and Pearl/Amethyst but especially Garnet/Pearl!!

Do you mostly ship canon pairings?

I used to (I didn’t like to feel like I was betraying the authors) but now I definitely don’t.

Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar?

CHIRRUT AND BAZE

Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to?

pairings where both partners are disabled; aggressive traumatized character and kind caring character; bickering rivals; friends to lovers; size difference

Is there a ship you’ve shipped for most of your life?

um…Romione I guess? And Han/Leia

Does shipping come easily to you?

I guess I’m kind of in the middle.

Do you need to ship something to really enjoy a movie/book/tv show/comic?

No.

Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships.

Narnia and Law and Order I guess? Most of my fandoms I have at least some casual ships and I’m not heavily involved in either of those

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love.

Because I’m writing Abby/Holtz right now…Holtzmann likes the sensory input of Abby’s body weight when they’re cuddling or having sex…like the combination of pressure and intimacy is very good for her

Share five must-read fics.

Damn I haven’t read much fic in forever, I mostly write it.

this hype Renly/Loras modern AU

Beatrice @cobaltzosia has a mad good J/B genderswap AU

your Teddy/Goody/Billy was, um, lifechanging

that’s kind of all I have right now…I honestly read mostly less shippy stuff, I like to read character development fic

Name your favorite fanartist(s).

Hmm I can’t think of many by name but SanSan has many great ones

Share your favorite fanmix for your OTP.

I don’t really listen to others’ mixes much

Do you create fanmixes/gif sets/fanart/fic/fanvids and so on for you ships?

I’ve made fanmixes and fic!

Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP?

I appreciate a good modern au but sometimes they are overused. Also family fic is always good

Do you like and use ship names?

Depends on the ship

Is there a fictional relationship you’d really want for yourself?

Ned and Cat I guess? Minus the Jon Snow issue? and the being murdered?

If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be?

Less of an age difference.

This took ages, I hope you like it! Thank you for asking!

#idk how to answer to a specific ship

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