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yolli-es · 3 months ago

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That was the last time

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, mental issues, mentions of blood, selfharm

At the request of one of the readers. I find this idea interesting. Also, I think you're already tired of my headcanons, so I wrote the text :3 I hope I was able to convey to you the idea I was thinking while typing this.

Jinx was sitting in her workshop, working on her bombs as usual. Before meeting you, Jinx never worried about time. Spending the entire night creating a useless trinket was not a problem for her. But not now. On the walls, on the table, on the floor, and even on the couch. Watches are everywhere, so Jinx always keeps track of time. It also helped her get into the habit of checking her watch. She did it again, as she had done many times before, when she suddenly realized that it was well past midnight and you were still not with her. She actually hasn't seen you for a little over two hours. Jinx breaks out in a cold sweat, and her body trembles. The realization made her jump and immediately run out into the street in search of you. In her head, Mylo and Claggor immediately started suggesting the worst-case scenarios. But now was not the time to panic; Jinx had to be stronger than them now. She knew without Mylo that you were probably in a terrible situation right now. You couldn't do something stupid again, could you? It could be fatal. And it will be her fault. Again.

"It's your fault now."

"Shut up, Mylo."

When you officially started your relationship, Jinx knew it would be a hard and challenging time for the two of you, but she never realized how hard.

Jinx ran and ran, knowing exactly where you were and what you were probably doing. You left "on business" a couple of hours ago, and she was only now thinking about the real reason. "I'm disgusting, disgusting, just useless," was going through Jinx's head over and over. It was too obvious; how could she miss it? The way you looked, the way you trembled and blinked awkwardly at her questions. It was so obvious this morning. You thought about it all day, fought with yourself, and she just did nothing; as always, she couldn't help. No, she just didn't want to. Mylo was destroying her for it right now, making her cry but not stop. She fought with her mind and thoughts just to get to the decrepit factory with only two floors. It's too old to use, but also too expensive to just tear down. It's just that no one needs it. That's why you're so drawn there?

It took her another two miserable minutes to reach the farthest room on the second floor. It was dark, but the light from the lantern came through the right window, giving Jinx a chance to see the basics of the place. There was a complete mess around you—a bunch of paper, candles, and some junk. And you were lying on the floor, holding your knees with your back to Jinx. The air was heavy, the atmosphere oppressive, and only the sound of your breathing in the complete silence allowed Jinx to relax a little.

Hey, Toots—Jinx began, walking up to you slowly, trying to catch her breath,—You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You didn't have to run away from me.

You didn't answer, although you were startled by her sudden presence. You must have been too desperate and decided that she would never come.

—She’s become so persistent today—you answered very quietly, sometimes forgetting to breathe and simply suffocating—I just couldn't resist.

Jinx was finally close enough to see the small blood stains just inches away from you. Damn. She took a deep breath, trying not to burst into tears and become hysterical.

Unfortunately, Jinx wasn't the only one who suffered from voices in her head. However, while she had Claggor with his comforting words and encouraging words, you were all alone. Just you and "Alice," as you called her. A girl with long, white hair, always hiding her face, and significantly shorter than you. She had a sweet voice but cruel words. Alice hated you and longed to take your place. Because she was better. You described her so realistically, truly believing in her existence. Jinx realized that Alice was only in your head when you suddenly ran away from her in the middle of a conversation. Jinx asked you about it later, and you said that Alice took you away then.

Jinx understood you like no one else, so your peculiarity was not a problem for her. Until Alice began to cross the line and deliberately suppress your personality along with your body. At first, you behaved aloofly, often not hearing Jinx and awkwardly asking to repeat herself. Then you became irritable, and only after that Jinx found out about your cuts, which you did yourself. "Alice made me," is what you answered. Jinx tried to act radically, constantly repeating that it was only in your head and self-harm was just crazy. You almost broke up then. You were so angry and upset, screaming and tearing your hair out. And then you suddenly went silent and ran out of the workshop, leaving her alone. If Jinx hadn't decided to follow you then...

Enough time has passed since that incident that Jinx swore to herself never to make you feel so insecure and misunderstood again. But then she did it again yesterday afternoon. She's sorry, but you just crossed the line. Then she spent the whole day with you just to make sure you were safe.

And now she has to bear the consequences of her actions. And it's just unbearable. You look sick, almost dead.

It doesn't take long for Jinx to fly up to you and gently flip your body over. Your eyes are closed, your body is shaking, your hands are weakly clinging to her hand, and, worst of all, this time you went too far and cut your legs. Your arms were hurt too, even more than usual this time. One of the cuts was so deep that Jinx thought she could see the bone. It looked disgusting and simply awful, but Jinx was tormented only by fear and sadness. Your clothes were covered in blood, some of them torn into shreds and clumsily tied around your arm and leg. Maybe Alice had left at some point and the will to live had returned to you. But it was too late, and you didn't have the strength to help yourself.

What have you done?—Jinx sobbed, no longer able to hold on. Nothing matters now; there's only you and her. Fighting, voices, work, and everything else just don't matter.

Sorry—was all you could say before falling into a deep sleep. Now that Jinx is finally here, you are safe. Alice can't hurt you, definitely not now.

Jinx pulled you out of there as if in a fog. The street, the alleys, the workshop, the search for Shimmer, and, finally, salvation. Yes, Shimmer did a good job of coping with your suicidal antics, but alas, the scars remained. Jinx blames herself for all of this. She saw your condition, knew about your thoughts, and still did nothing. Even when your worsening condition was her fault. She is too busy with her own problems; Mylo and Claggor constantly put pressure on her. You cannot be a support for her, just as she cannot be for you. But she still does not give up trying to be there with you. Jinx still loves you too much to leave you, but not enough to focus on your problem.

Sure, you'll wake up in a couple of hours. You'll apologize with tears in your eyes, and Jinx will do the same. You'll live in harmony for another week, and then Alice will come back.

Jinx promises herself to be better, for the tenth time. Perhaps this situation taught two of you a lesson, and now you will support each other? Who knows.

I'm going back to yandere requests, I hope you're happy about it 🤭🥴

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gingerteafairy · 17 days ago

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Veins of the Forgotten (dean winchester x reader)

The faint light from the moon filtered through the windows, enough to reveal shapes in the shadows—old furniture draped in sheets, dust motes floating lazily in the air. As you moved through what seemed to be the living room, you noticed a faint, unnatural glow coming from a drawer near the window. It was almost… too bright, like it shouldn’t be there at all.

tags: mystery!fic, dark themes, fantasy, mentions of sex, violence, murder, softdom!dean, sub!reader, virginity, insects(kinda triggering), might continue idk. Words: 4.1k

Disclaimer: this was hidden in my notes for yearsss, i wrote it on a very young age, so i decided to post. greets, litle me.

It was a cold, somber day in the city of rain. You were walking toward the Cambridge science lab, your mind racing with thoughts of the meeting ahead. You had been called in to assist with research on bioluminescent insects—a subject that had always intrigued you. As a biology enthusiast, this opportunity was everything you had hoped for. It could be the breakthrough you needed to advance your career.

You entered the lab and found Professor Buckley hunched over his desk, scribbling frantically in a notebook. When he noticed you, he looked up, his eyes betraying a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He gave you a firm handshake and gestured to the chair beside him.

"I need you to understand," he said, his voice carrying an edge of urgency, "you're the only one I can count on for this. After fifteen years of research, I'm at the end of my rope. I can't trust anyone else with this—especially not now."

Your brow furrowed. "Why? What’s going on?"

Professor Buckley paused, his fingers massaging his temples. His gaze lingered on you with a trace of frustration. "Everyone's afraid to go to the research site. It’s located in a desolate part of rural London, about 150 kilometers away. And the insects—" He hesitated. "They behave... differently. They only appear at midnight, on this exact date. No one can explain it. I’ve been working on this for years, but it’s like no one dares face it."

He handed you a folder, and you opened it, finding it packed with pages—sketches, diagrams, notes, some neat and others hastily written, like thoughts racing too fast to catch. You scanned the documents quickly, then looked up at him. His gaze was sharp, focused, pleading.

"I need someone brave enough," he murmured. "Someone with a fresh perspective."

A sense of determination surged within you. “Leave it to me, Professor. I grew up in the suburbs of London and you know since I was a little kid. This is nothing I can’t handle. I learned with you.”

He gave you a faint smile but pulled you into an unexpected embrace. Almost immediately, he pulled away, as if embarrassed by his own action. "Sorry," he muttered, his voice soft with guilt. “You’re… so special to me. I can’t lose you.”

"It's fine," you reassured him, trying to ease his discomfort. "I know how important this is to you."

"Thank you," he said, his expression softening as he handed you a small bag. "Here’s the key to my car, a fuel card, and a phone. In case of emergency, I’ll be tracking you through the lab’s cameras. Also—" He hesitated for a moment before pulling out a small necklace, handing it to you. It was a delicate root-shaped charm. "For protection."

You nodded, taking the items without question, though the charm seemed out of place, somehow. Just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm gently.

"Be careful," he said, his voice low, full of an unspoken warning.

You smiled reassuringly, pulling your arm from his grasp. "I will," you said softly. "I’ll be back before you know it."

You left the lab and headed for the parking lot, where Professor Buckley’s 1996 navy blue Monza waited, a relic of the past. After loading the gear into the back, you checked the time: 6 p.m. You still had a few hours before you needed to be at the site. You stopped by a café for some supplies, grabbed a few snacks, then hit the road around 8:15 p.m.

The drive felt long, but there was a strange, restless excitement that pulsed through you as the city lights disappeared behind you. This would be a night to remember.

By the time you reached the location, it was nearly 11 p.m. The old mansion loomed in the distance, standing eerily still. You noticed a '67 Impala parked between two trees, its chrome gleaming in the moonlight. It struck you as odd. The car was in pristine condition, but the engine was cold—too cold, like it had been abandoned hours ago. You approached cautiously, your instincts on high alert.

A chill ran down your spine, but you shook it off. You pulled out your journal and began making notes about the scene, documenting every detail. The temperature had dropped significantly, far colder than it should have been for this time of year. 11:11 p.m. The full moon hung high above, casting strange shadows through the trees.

You tucked your journal away, the gun now in your hand, it's cold weight a reminder of the uncertainty ahead. You took a deep breath and stepped forward, entering the house slowly. The floor creaked underfoot, and the darkness wrapped around you like a shroud.

You let your eyes adjust, not wanting to draw attention with a flashlight. The faint light from the moon filtered through the windows, enough to reveal shapes in the shadows—old furniture draped in sheets, dust motes floating lazily in the air. As you moved through what seemed to be the living room, you noticed a faint, unnatural glow coming from a drawer near the window. It was almost... too bright, like it shouldn’t be there at all.

Cautiously, you approached, your heart racing in your chest. You opened the drawer, the soft creak of the wood a jarring contrast to the silence of the room. Inside, there was a key, attached to a keychain. The number “444” glowed with an eerie, unnatural light, the letters sharp and almost too bright in the dim room.

You stared at the key for a moment, a sense of dread creeping up your spine.

What was this? Why did it feel like the key to something... far darker than you had expected?

You closed the drawer quietly and took a step back, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Something was wrong here—something more than just the insects. Suddenly, the keychain pointed toward your stomach, and you felt something icy pressed against your back, frosting you in place.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" A male raspy voice rang in your ears, sharp and demanding. He was close, with a gun aimed.

"Is that your car outside?" You asked, voice steady despite the cold dread in your chest.

“Answer my question or I'll shoot” He puts his hands in the trigger, the clicking made you swallow hard.

“Dean, stop it. Can’t you see she’s just a normal girl?” Other masculine voice breaks the silence in the ambient. A tall man holding a backpack.

“A normal girl doesn't come up at night in abandoned houses, Sam. She must be a demon”

“A… A demon? What the hell are you talking about? I just-” The man called Dean immobilizes you with his body, enclausurating your hands with his firm grip in one hand.

“Answer my questions or i’ll fucking kill you now.” His voice became harsh, but you could see between the lines that he was scared.

“Dean! She passed through the salt line. She’s a normal girl. Let her go!” The tall man yells and the other sighted, realising you from his improvised handcuff.

In a flash, you took the gun out of the purse, shaking the metal in your hands. He scoffed and took the gun out of your hand easily like taking candies of a child. You didn’t give up, grabbing a piece of wood. “What do you want from me? I have money, you can take it on the purse, just don’t hurt me please. I just wanted to do my research, see the insects, don’t hurt me. Please, i'm begging.” your angry tone is replaced by desperation, increased with your tears.

"Calm down, please. We’re not going to hurt you. We don’t want your money." The tall brunette spoke in a calm, reassuring voice, offering a gentle smile as he cast a disapproving glance at the other man. "I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. We’re here on research too, just didn’t expect anyone else to be around."

Dean grunted, still eyeing you suspiciously. "Yeah, we weren’t supposed to have anyone here, Sam. This girl’s acting weird. Can’t trust her."

Sam let out a frustrated sigh, clearly used to this kind of response from his brother. He turned back to you, trying to soften the situation. "Can you tell us who you are? You mentioned studying insects... We’re looking into them too."

You paused, glancing between the two men, your mind racing as you weighed your options. With a reluctant sigh, you lowered the iron rod in your hand and reached for your notebook bag, handing it to Sam. He took it carefully, flipping it open and beginning to examine its contents.

"(Y/N)," you said, your voice steady despite the rising tension. "I’m a student at the biology department at Cambridge. Professor Buckley sent me to study these strange bioluminescent insects that appear on corpses, specifically during full moons and leap years. It’s a new species we’ve been trying to catalog, but no one’s been able to observe one properly, except for the professor."

"Professor Buckley?" Dean interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "The weird guy? Quiet, weird posters and always hanging around the library?"

"Yes, that’s him," you said, surprised they knew him. "You know him?"

Sam shook his head slowly. "No, not really. But we’ve asked him a few questions, and he’s... not exactly forthcoming." He paused, his face tightening. "What you're looking for... they’re not insects."

You blinked. "What do you mean, they're not insects?"

Dean’s eyes narrowed. "They’re charming spirits. Not bugs. You’re looking for something that’s been around much longer than you think.”

“How are you so sure of it?” I asked, uneasy.

“Every February 29, a virgin is sent to this house as a sacrifice for the lure spirits, so they don't hurt anyone else in this town. The girl is left butchered with a knife in her heart” Sam continued in a simple explanation like a teacher. Your heart skipped a beat as he continued. “They lure their victims with music and light, then feed off their bodies. Exactly on this date. It’s part of an ancient pagan ritual."

“Virgin?” Dean interrupted, clearly surprised- “How old are you, 15? We gotta help her, Sam”

“23 and it’s not a shame to me. I'm a virgin by choice” You added, correcting your posture.

“Shit, it’s not shame—it’s… sadness. Sam, we have to help her. Damn, she’s going to die without ever experiencing the best thing in life!” Dean ran his fingers through his hair, frustration and concern written all over his face. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated with his brother’s reaction.

“Sorry about that,” Sam said, giving you an apologetic smile. “He’s a bit dramatic. But no, she’s not going to die.” You gave him a small nod, still gripping your purse tightly.

Sam hesitated, opening his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then seemed to change his mind. The silence was broken by a soft tinkling sound—like something from a music box. You froze as glowing orbs appeared outside the house, their eerie glow filling the room. You shuddered. The words they were singing seemed like nonsense, but everything clicked as bright lines began to form in your hands.

Dean, looking unsettled, moved toward the door. "We need to get out of here."

But the door was locked. Your heart pounded in your chest. Am you really going to die here?

Dean and Sam quickly ushered you upstairs, slamming the door behind you. You could hear the sound of it echoing ominously in the stillness. “God, what are we going to do?” Dean was pacing, clearly on edge.

“I don’t know,” Sam replied, his expression tense. “There’s nothing in the legends about saving the girls from this. People who’ve encountered them... they just let them die.”

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your composure. You can’t just give up now. “Uhm...” you spoke up, drawing their attention. “When you were researching the…insects, Professor Buckley’s experiments said that they despise the smell of male pheromones... and maca peruana.” You pulled the roots from your necklace, holding them out to them. “This is supposed to be effective.”

Dean gave you a skeptical look, eyeing the roots. "Wait, you're telling me this is going to stop them?"

You nodded. "It’s the best shot we’ve got. It’s a man natural aphrodisiac, the ancient used to keep the insects away, but the ritual is-”

“Ok, we have to try this” Dean interrupted and grabbed my necklace and rubbed it into his neck, hands and face. Ssm did the same. I did the same in my skin. Now I got pheromones and this stupid plant mixed in my perfume. “So, about the ritual.”

“Well… The- Theman has to kiss the woman and have… intercourse before midnight so they can stop the insects.” You stuttered, facing the ground.

They both look at each other confused, so Sam breaks the silence. “We can’t do this, but we are going to find another w…”

A loud noise interrupted Sam. The light grows, drawing closer to the room, tearing through the door as it advances. It’s no longer the soft, melodic song it once was—now, it’s darker, filled with anger, threatening. The glowing orbs swarm toward you, their song like an assault, almost suffocating. You can feel them trying to invade your body, opening marks across your skin. Blood begins to seep from your hands and nose. “HELP PLEASE… I” You scream with the agonizing pain inside you.

“Shit,” Dean mutters, his eyes wild with urgency. He steps toward you, his presence a shield. In a sudden, almost desperate motion, he grabs you, pressing his lips to yours in a fierce, raw kiss. You freeze at first, your eyes closing tightly, but it doesn’t matter. The light is too intense. You can feel it—like the world is about to explode—and then everything goes black.

When you come to, the air feels calmer. You blink, disoriented, and look down. The insects are gone. All that’s left are the scattered remnants of their glow.

Dean pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You look at him, confused and breathless. “Is that it? Just a kiss? Like some fairy tale?”

You both turn toward Sam, who looks as surprised as you feel. “Yeah, but... it’s past midnight now. How did it work?”

Sam stared at you both, his brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the bizarre turn of events. “You know, I’ve read about cases like this, but I’ve never seen it play out this way before.” He paced for a moment, trying to piece things together.

Dean, still visibly unsettled, crossed his arms. “You’re telling me that this whole mess was stopped by a kiss?”

Sam stopped pacing, turning to face you with an intensity in his eyes. “It’s not just any kiss. It was the catalyst—the connection. These creatures, these ‘spirits,’ they’re not just drawn to blood or warmth. They feed off emotions. Fear, longing, despair. They latch onto the energy of whatever’s near. But…” Sam’s voice lowered slightly, almost as if he was talking to himself, “... there’s something else, something we didn’t account for. They’re also tied to a person’s emotional attachment.”

You blinked, trying to understand what Sam was getting at. “What do you mean? How does a kiss—”

Sam held up a hand to stop you. “Not just any kiss. A kiss born out of something real—something genuine, something that overrides their pull.” He looked at you and Dean, as if he’d pieced it all together. “It’s an ancient thing, from old myths, buried in forgotten folklore. A kiss between two people that breaks a bond, something they didn’t expect. These creatures, they’re not just drawn to a person—they’re attracted to energy that’s unbalanced, unresolved emotions. When Dean kissed you, it wasn’t just physical contact. It was that emotional connection—unspoken, unplanned—that disrupted the energy they were feeding on.”

Dean looked at him, confused. “So, you’re telling me my mouth was the weapon?”

Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “In a way, yes. But it’s more complicated than that. The kiss acted as a kind of... reset. A shock to their system. It broke the cycle. And now, they’re gone.”

You stood there, still trying to process all of this. A kiss. A real kiss. You’d always thought those kinds of things only existed in fairy tales or cheesy rom-coms. But standing here, surrounded by the remnants of what could have been your end, it seemed almost like the only explanation that made sense.

“But why?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Why would they—why would they come after me? Just because I was studying insects?”

Dean’s face softened. “They didn’t just come for you because of the insects. They came because of what you represent to them. You’re a part of something they need—some sort of... ritual, maybe. You were part of a larger equation.”

Sam nodded. “Right. And that equation got disrupted when you stepped into the house. This wasn’t just about insects or creepy crawlies. They’ve been waiting for someone to break the cycle, but you weren’t supposed to be it.”

The air felt thicker as the silence hung heavy. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You didn’t quite know how to respond to all of this. Were you a part of some ancient ritual? Was the kiss just the beginning of something far bigger than you?

Dean scratched his head, clearly still processing. “You know what I don’t get? How the hell did you know about the maca peruana?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Professor Buckley... He mentioned it during his experiments. Said it could repel certain kinds of creatures. He was obsessed with them—these bioluminescent insects—and how they interacted with certain plants. That’s why I was researching them, he said I was all he had. I didn’t realize it was going to lead me here, though.”

Sam shot Dean a meaningful look. “It makes sense. The professor’s experiments weren’t just academic—they were trying to find a way to control these creatures, using plants and pheromones to manipulate their behavior. And somehow, you got caught up in it.”

Dean stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “So what are we dealing with here, exactly? Some kind of evil bioluminescent cult that uses kissing as a weapon?”

“Not exactly,” Sam answered, his voice thoughtful. “But this is bigger than just a random infestation. These spirits are connected to something older than anything we’ve encountered. And I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them.”

Dean cursed under his breath. Yeah. I get it. The creepy library doctor wants to intercourse with his dedicated virgin student so he can save her, right?”

You stared at Sam, feeling a strange mix of relief and dread. The kiss had saved you for now, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Whatever was happening, whatever you were entangled in now, it wasn’t over. “You think Professor Buckley wants to…”

“Maybe, but we can’t confirm this” Sam said firmly, his gaze locked on yours. “We’re going to figure out how to stop them for good. This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about stopping whatever twisted cycle they’re a part of.”

“That’s fucked up. I knew he was a pervert with all that naked little indigenous woman on his wall.” He shoots angrily. “Pfft, researcher. What a joke.”

“Are you okay?” Sam asked politely with a gentle, concerned look.

“Yeah… I’m just… It’s too much information for one day…” you said weakly, rubbing your temples as the whirlwind of events still spun in your mind.

Dean gave you a look, something between concern and frustration, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I get it. Hell, we’ve been through a lot ourselves. But you’re still standing, so that’s a good sign.”

You nodded, forcing a smile. Despite the strange comfort in his words, the reality of what had just happened hit you harder than the cold wind outside. You still felt shaken. The kiss. The insects. The strange, unexplainable pull that seemed to have connected you with Dean in ways you didn’t understand.

Sam must’ve sensed the weight of it all. He gave a small, understanding nod and took a step back. “I’ll go check the outside. Make sure those things are really gone. You two should get some rest.”

You started to protest, but Sam was already moving, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

For a few moments, it was just you and Dean standing there in the quiet room, the remnants of chaos still hanging in the air. The faint hum of the wind outside was the only sound that filled the void. Dean’s gaze lingered on you, as if he was trying to read you.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier,” Dean’s voice broke the silence. His tone was low, almost apologetic, which surprised you. “I know that kiss probably wasn’t what you expected. Hell, it wasn’t what I expected either.”

You glanced up at him, unsure of what to say. The way he was looking at you felt different now, softer, more vulnerable. "It wasn't... bad," you said, almost hesitantly. "But it was sudden, you know?"

Dean grinned, a little sheepish, and shrugged. “Yeah, well, sometimes things happen that way. But hey, it worked, right? The lights are gone, the bugs are dead, and you’re still breathing. So I’d say it was worth it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

There was a moment of silence between you two. You wanted to say more, but words didn’t seem to come easily. You felt a strange connection to him, something unspoken that had shifted when the kiss broke the curse.

Dean seemed to sense the same thing. He leaned back against the doorframe, running a hand through his hair. “You know, I’ve never really been good at this... the whole ‘connection’ thing. I usually don’t stick around long enough to figure it out.”

“You don’t have to explain,” you said softly. “I get it. You’re... not the type to let people in easily.”

Dean met your eyes then, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to slow down. The heat of his gaze was intense, something deeper than the usual playful spark. Something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

“I guess that’s true,” he murmured, stepping a little closer. “But you... you’re different. You’ve been through a hell of a lot tonight, and I’ve seen enough to know when someone’s strong. I don’t usually let people see the side of me that’s... well, real. But with you... I don’t know. It feels like I should.”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing heart. There was something about Dean—about his presence—that made you feel safe, even when everything else felt completely out of control. “I didn’t expect any of this either,” you said softly, “But... somehow, I’m glad it’s you who’s here.”

Dean’s lips curled into a small smile, something unguarded, warm. “You’re glad I’m here?” He stepped even closer, now only a few inches away, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him, like a protective shield. His voice softened, and there was a quiet sincerity in it. “Well, I’m glad you’re here too.”

Before you could respond, there was a sudden crash from outside. Sam’s voice shouted from down the hall. “Guys, get in here! We’ve got company!”

Dean cursed under his breath and grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the door. “Stay close. We’ll figure this out later.”

You followed him without hesitation, the adrenaline kicking in again as you sprinted after Dean. His hand brushed yours as you ran, and for a fleeting moment, you felt an undeniable pull toward him. A spark of something deeper, something that went beyond the chaos of the night.

As you reached Sam, who was crouching by the window, Dean turned to look at you one last time, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. "This isn't over yet," he said, his voice low. "But when it is... we need to talk. About... everything."

You nodded, heart racing, both with the danger at hand and with the possibility of what could come next between you and Dean. Whatever happened in the coming hours, you knew one thing for sure: this wasn't the end of your connection with him. It was only the beginning.

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bg-brainrot · 10 months ago

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"When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again" - Astarion x GN!Reader - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Elf!Tav for plot reasons)

Genre: Reincarnation, Angst, Mystery, Slow burn

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Canon-Typical Violence, cw: blood, cw: Astarion's entire backstory, cw: sex, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Fluff, Grief, Mourning, Developing Relationship

Series WC: 113k words and ongoing, 21/?? chapters

Summary: An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Reincarnated!Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well.

Author’s Notes: I'm bringing over some of my multi-chapter fics from AO3, so if you've already read this, ty!! I love you and appreciate you so much! I will continue to add chapters as I format them, but the full fic is available on AO3 here if you're feeling like a binge.

Heads up-- while there will be explicit moments, this is first and foremost focused on romantic tension and yearning, asking the question: 'Would you still love me if I was someone completely different?’ Explicit scenes will be few and far between and very much focused on their feelings. It’s essentially an established relationship slow burn?

This has unascended Astarion, “good” choices are made in the original timeline, Tav needs to be an elf for this to work, but otherwise no specifics on past Tav. Present day Tav is a magic-user.

Chapters:

Chapter 1: Knifes and Nightmares

At 12 years old, you first dream of the Pale Elf. The encounter scares you and sets you on your path forward.

Chapter 2: The Second Encounter with the Pale Elf

Nearly 19, you think you have a handle of your past lives. However, not all of your past lives are created equal.

Chapter 3: What it Means to Love

Now 29, you're still trying to piece together parts of your past. In particular, what exactly was your relationship with Astarion?

Chapter 4: In this Lifetime

Now 99-years-old, you've managed to ignore your worst impulses to run off to Baldur's Gate. One night's reverie finally breaks you.

Chapter 5: Guidance from a Druid

After finally setting off to find Astarion, you receive a confounding memory from your past life. Ignoring what it might mean, you focus on your task and visiting Halsin, one of your past-self's friends.

Chapter 6: The Man of your Dreams

You make your way toward Astarion, trying your best to prepare for the encounter to come.

Chapter 7: Just One Night

You plead your case to the vampire.

Chapter 8: Who You Have Become

You try to learn more of who Astarion's become, while also trying to convince him of who you were.

Chapter 9: Ghosts of You

After he storms off, you try to track Astarion down only to find yourself on a trip down memory lane. Once you do catch his trail, you’re surprised to see where he’s gone.

Chapter 10: Overheard in the Underdark

You traverse a new landscape, looking for Astarion. What you find might be more than you bargain for, and what you hear might be too much to handle.

Chapter 11: An Interrogation

You spend the night in vampire prison and have a difficult conversation.

Chapter 12: The Source of his Pain

As you aim to leave and never look back, Astarion realizes that perhaps *he's* the one that made the mistake.

Chapter 13: And They Were Roommates

You and Astarion try to find a common ground between you. Things are awkward and tentative, and progress is anything but linear.

Chapter 14: A Blossoming Friendship

Now in your second week of living together, you and Astarion have to get past some of the hurdles your first week introduced, all while getting a bit closer along the way.

Chapter 15: More than Friends Pt. 1

Push finally comes to shove. As fun as living in the present is, Astarion forgets that present dangers are still very, very real. Afterward, emotions run high, and you find yourself in a familiar predicament.

Chapter 16: More than Friends Pt. 2

After talking through the previous night's tryst, emotions are confused, pasts are divulged, and everything comes to a head when your heart and soul want different things.

Chapter 17: What We are Now

When you’re left to your own devices, you find yourself knee-deep in mystery. Despite all of this, Astarion never leaves your mind. And perhaps you never leave his.

Chapter 18: Traveling with a Friend

You and Astarion travel together to Waterdeep. Emotions run high as you reconnect and reestablish your boundaries.

Chapter 19: The Wizard’s Tower

After traveling through Waterdeep, you and Astarion finally arrive at Gale's tower. Introductions are made, tours are had, and the relationship between yourself and Astarion continues to remain complicated.

Chapter 20: Sweets and Shopping

After receiving some advice from Gale, you and Astarion spend the day shopping and talking through your friendship.

Chapter 21: Dansarra’s Delights

Your wizard friend gives you a nigh impossible task, and you spend the day trying to find your opening to complete it.

Chapter 22 - TBA

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the-kr8tor · 10 months ago

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Hi! Hope you enjoy your Thursday. Can I request Billie and Ramona going around school and their neighborhood telling the most outlandish stories ever…I used to do this when I was little and I got so many calls home about it 😂

Thanks!

Thank you for requesting! 😘🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, bo specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Twin AU, Billie and Ramona AU. FLUFF

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“Well our dad is Spider-Man!” Billie's unmistakable voice rings out in the playground, making you and Hobie stop in your tracks.

He plays it cooler though, continuing to walk a split second later, leaving you flabbergasted on the spot. You mentally facepalm when Ramona copies her sister, boasting about the exact same thing.

Hobie seems nonchalant, knowing that the neighborhood children would think otherwise. He hopes at least.

You on the other hand is sweating bullets when the other parents are in earshot of the children's conversation.

Hobie hands the girls' ice cream cone, maybe that will get them to shut up about their dad's alter ego.

“Thanks, dad!” The twins say simultaneously. Eyes shining in the sun, dirt and blades of grass on their pants. You're glad you didn't dress them in white.

They devour the ice cream in all their messy five year old coordination. The sweet treat doesn't stop them though, they're still letting out their father's greatest secret to their playmates, proudly exclaiming it with their entire hearts.

You finally make it next to Hobie, wide eyes staring at your girls, hoping they get your signal. But of course, being five years old doesn't give them that kind of skill just yet.

Hobie wraps his arm around your shoulders, squeezing, wordlessly reassuring you.

One of the parents laugh loudly at the children's conversation, their tiny voices overlapping over the other like they're arguing in parliament.

“Your girls have a very active imagination, eh?” one of them says.

“We read to them a lot and they get glimpses of Spiderman in the news.” Hobie explains for you, just in case you falter with your words.

You take a note to thank him later when you get home.

“That so?” Another asks. “You do have the same style as Spider-Punk.”

“It's Spider-Man actually—” you pinch his side slyly. Hobie clears his throat. “I get that a lot. I just say that he stole my style.” You've never heard him fake a laugh before but now that you've heard it, it almost made you laugh for real with how obviously fake it was. If the situation was different then you wouldn't hold back.

You suddenly hear crying, your motherly instincts kicking in. Eyes zeroing in on a sobbing Billie, a scoop of ice cream lay at her feet. You put two and two together. Mona sees the tears in her sister's eyes, her lips wobble, a sign of an incoming tantrum. She drops her ice cream on the grass purposely, you mentally sigh.

“Talk later!” You wave towards the group of parents, relief filling your gut. You and Hobie think the breakdown was a blessing in disguise as you can finally put a stop to all the spilled secrets.

Hobie scoops Billie up in his arms, bouncing her, whispering soft words. You carry Mona, patting her back carefully, cooing and kissing her temple. They continue to sob, crying big tears, eyes turning red. Billie even kicks and screams while Mona wraps around you tightly, arms and legs constricting you like a boa.

You and Hobie definitely need to have a lengthy talk with the girls once you get home.

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cinerins · 2 months ago

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In Another Time - Star Wars AU

A brief overview of my worldbuilding and relevant character notes for a setting combining parts of the Legends and Disney canon, with emphasis on the former.

I'm considering to write a few time-travel scenarios in this AU, the primary one being:

The twins end up in the middle of the Clone Wars, accidentally plucking an unlikely ally out of time along with them, but from 30 years in the opposite direction. When Jaster Mereel set foot on Korda Six that day, he'd been certain the job would be easy. What in the world is a Force Nexus, anyway?

Yeah, so, not only are Luke and Leia absolutely lost, but the one guy thrown at them has even less of a clue (though it did subsequently save his life)

Check out some of my general thoughts below 👇 (warning: it gets long)

Index

• General Info • The Force • Jedi Order — Structural Changes — Relevant Members — Affiliated Characters • Clones — Coruscant Guard — Deserters • Mandalore — New Mandalorians — Death Watch — True Mandalorians — Nite Owls — Red Blades — Journeyman Protectors — Old Mandalorians • Darksiders • Dathomir • Tusken (Ghorfa)

General Info

I grew up with the franchise and love many aspects of it, but honestly can't keep track of everything going on in there, especially the later additions. Majority is based on my understanding of the old movies, parts of TCW, Bounty Hunter, the 2003 Clone Wars micro-series (which I adore) and pieces of Legacy I've picked up over the years.

Overall direction and setting are a collaboration between myself and two friends. Any art and designs shared here will be made by "V" while I and "R" handle the world and writing. Our projects will be tagged as #vcr works.

The main events of the story take place in the middle of the Clone Wars (late 21 BBY) but since certain aspects have been changed, we'll also go into some of the altered and adjusted backstories of characters prior to that point.

Main premise: About two years after Endor, Luke and Leia get sucked into the past while investigating Korda Six and accidentally save the life of none other than one Jaster Mereel. Unfortunately, it's not his correct time either, so the three of them have to figure out their way through the Clone Wars, in a galaxy both so familiar and yet foreign.

The Force

For the sake of simplicity, I'll leave it relatively vague in its exact machinations and the way the characters interpret it depends on their individual beliefs.

Honestly, I still have no idea what the deal with the sides is, exactly. And I'm almost too afraid to ask at this point.

The way I've chosen to interpret the "dark side" is that it's inherently unnatural - a corruption. In my mind, I see it like a loophole that's easy to exploit, but comes with a certain cost. It's backwards to the way the Force/universe works and to "restore balance" would mean getting rid of this corruption. Jedi use the Force by reaching out and connecting to it, allowing it to guide them, while a Sith takes control of it, bends it to their will.

Somewhat similar to the way each handle kyber crystals - Jedi bond with their crystals, but Sith simply "bleed" them.

The biggest point for me would be that "falling" is a conscious choice you have to make and continue to make yourself.

On a side note: I don't like the idea of eye color suddenly changing to yellow/red - kind of an obvious tell, if you're trying to hide your status as a darksider. (Not to mention the whole Blue Eyes = Good Guys thing that's uhhh. Yeah.) In Palp's case, it's quite deliberately his Sith Lightning disfiguring and partially blinding him.

Jedi Order

Following the Ruusan Reformation, there was a push to train initiates from a young age* and keep familial ties minimal, as a means to prevent any Jedi from holding strong attachments or falling for Sith ideology. Although rare, some exceptions are made when necessary. Official marriages were no longer permitted, as every Jedi was expected to fully commit themselves to the Force and so could not promise commitment to a single person. They could love and have children, but it was always expected to put their love for and duty to the galaxy at large before any such ties.

If someone can't follow that idea, they're free to leave the Order, but will still always be welcomed as a friend. (Which was the case for Dooku, before he outed himself as Evil.)

Jedi wouldn't really place the same kind of importance romantic and familial relationships have in most cultures over others, if they really believe in their teachings. I think, to be a Jedi means understanding that your partner or mother can't be more important than, say, your neighbor or a random stranger on the street. You kind of have an equal duty to all of them. For children raised in the Order as babies, I can see them never truly grasping the concept of a traditional family and likely comparing the bond between a parent and child to that of a Padawan and Master.

It's easy to see how this attitude could be perceived as "cold" or "un-feeling" by other people, but I'd argue it's the opposite - Jedi simply don't really draw a line in the amount of love & compassion they have for different beings or even the world itself. (At least ideally, can't guarantee it works for everyone.)

*young age implies newborns to 6 years or equivalent, which I think is still a very impressionable range and could explain differences in accents and cultural nods.

Involvement with the GAR came to be, due to the clone army technically belonging to the Order. So, the two major problems were: 1. To amass such a military body is against the Ruusan Reformation and could be considered an act of war. Hence, ownership needed to be transferred to the Republic. 2. Knowing the Republic doesn't view clones as people and the kind of damage naval officers could do in the name of efficiency, Jedi needed to step in and ensure there wasn't any more suffering than strictly necessary.

Their inherent ties to the Republic have many benefits as well as disadvantages for the Order. They are offered resources, support and certain immunities within Republic space for their service. Yet this binds them to the Senate's interests and limits them in their work across the galaxy; stunting their potential by focusing majority of their efforts in maintaining the status quo of the Core.

(not much of a change and more just me tapping a sign)

Structural notes:

Masters count as Generals in the GAR

Knights count as Commanders

Padawans count as Captains, but are usually not meant to get directly involved (if their Masters can help it)

Every eligible Jedi with the necessary skill and knowledge is assigned their own clone regiment or brigade

The rest are exempted or serve as agents/specialists aiding the Republic in the war effort

Jedi luminaries are those who go on to become Padawans, Knights and Masters

Jedi votaries are former initiates that ended up joining the Service Corps instead

On the Council:

The High Council features 20 active members at all times (when possible)

-> Master of the Order -> Caretaker of First Knowledge -> Speaker of Reconciliation -> Minister of Reassignment -> 16 Masters of the Guardians, Consulars and Sentinels

Temporary positions may be filled by additional Masters to act as support in times of need (such as Yoda during the Clone Wars)

On Padawans:

Padawan Trials are (currently) taken at 13 or equivalent

They are usually chosen by their mentors during the trials, or if there's already an established synergy between them

Initiates don't receive lightsabers until after becoming a Padawan

The pilgrimage to find their kyber crystal(s) is very personal and usually undertaken with the guidance of their Master

Jedi may "outgrow" their kyber crystals due to changes in their character or life and later search for new ones

Padawans receive a bead from their Master for each trial they pass until their knighting

I want to clarify that the Order is only one of many ways Force adepts around the galaxy practice their beliefs and skills. Being a Jedi of the Order is a full-time commitment, which can be quit at any time, if one chooses to dedicate themselves to a different path - such as family or politics. You don't have to stop serving the Force in your own way, or using it, you just shouldn't misuse it.

Some character notes & changes:

Yoda

Has been living hidden on Dagobah for centuries, but occasionally returns to the temple when the Force calls for it (or is requested)

Was once the Head Master of the Order in his youth, takes up the title again during the Clone Wars

He's kind of weird, cryptic, and likes to mess with people, while also being the most legendary Jedi alive

May trust in the Force to handle everything a little too much

Yaddle

Shadow Master of the Order - This may be a piece of popular fanon I've absorbed at some point, but I do think it's perfect

More of a calculating, quiet observer, yet fierce and ruthless when she needs to be

Has much experience dealing with Sith artefacts and darksiders

Didn't believe the Sith were ever truly gone

Not dead (yet)

Plo Koon

(chronologically) practically ancient, but only became a Jedi in the past three decades (-> going with 383 Kel Dor years, which we've decided equals about 505 Standard in this setting)

Had already mastered the Force, but wished to follow the Order, so an exception was made by Tyvokka, who decided to tutor him

Only member allowed to (officially*) wield Force Lightning, the technique otherwise forbidden (*unofficially: Shadows)

Thanks to his long life-span, he's studied and followed many different Force-philosophies throughout the times

Doesn't always agree with the Council, but doesn't outright deny them either

Obi-Wan

Keeping some parts of his Legends history, though a little more sensible in his overall Padawanship and relation with Qui-Gon

Him and Feemor are good Padawan-brothers and occasionally work together

Was more involved in The Phantom Menace as a fresh knight and the one to save Anakin, urged by his own (relatively brief) experience as a slave when he was about that age

Really does take on Ahsoka as his new Padawan - I just don't think it's fair to throw her at Anakin of all people as a way to "fix" him

On Tatooine, he kept in touch with the farm and Luke would learn much from him, but remain unaware of his powers

Also kept up with the Organas and often acted as Leia's bodyguard and teacher

Ahsoka

Don't really have much I'd change for her characterization, but will add that I think her lightsabers should be yellow

Became a Padawan a year before the Clone Wars, a few months after Anakin's knighted

Being under Obi-Wan's tutelage makes her look to Anakin as a fun (if stubborn and reckless) Padawan-brother

Develops proper friendships with Barriss and other peers throughout the war

Plo Koon and Anakin will usually act as her temporary teachers (she gets to co-captain with Rex)

Anakin

His character is a mix of both Clone Wars series and the original draft for The Phantom Menace ("The Beginning")

Was found and made a Padawan at 12 years old and seemed wise if dangerously reckless for his age

Was knighted at barely 21, after facing off against Ventress a year before the Clone Wars

Really wants to leave the Order but feels obligated to stay and fulfill his destiny duty, especially with Padmé's insistence

He totally eats bugs and all manner of critters

His initial lightsaber was blue but he later gathered a new crystal once it fell out of tune (his current one being orange)

Barriss

We sort of tried to blend the different versions of her character, so she's still a Padawan but aiming to become a Jedi Healer

Her Padawanship is quite different from Ahsoka's and as they grow closer, it also sparks a certain resentment for her and the Order

The war really takes a toll on her faith and while she doesn't turn to the dark, she still struggles with fighting for the Order/Republic

Luminara's more pragmatic Jedi philosophy ends up clashing with her sentiments and ideals as a healer, eventually becoming a tipping point after a particularly harrowing incident

Wanted to give her more of a red/green look, so her and Luminara have switched lightsaber colors in this

Feemor

Former Temple Guard, later Jedi Investigator

More pragmatic, grounded, and direct compared to Obi-Wan

Handled a number of Rim worlds, but focused more on the Core after taking on a "Padawan" (in secret) (if you thought he'd be an outlier in the Disaster Lineage, think again!!!)

Mostly deals with the underbelly of Coruscant these days and is familiar with the Guard

Affiliated:

Kilindi

Yes, THAT Kilindi Matako, because years ago I once saw art of her as a kickass Jedi and never forgot. And I love her (that said, if anyone here knows of that, please tell me where)

Was saved a year prior to the Orsis massacre by Feemor, who recognized her latent Force-sensitivity and after learning of her background, offered to train her in secret

Initially merely aiming to develop her skills, she began taking genuine interest in Jedi philosophy the more she learned of the Force

Additionally trained by the Fallanassi, she became adept in Force Immersion and illusions

Operates independently from the Order, but often works with Feemor

Luke

He may be a Jedi, but isn't really part of the Order (acts independently)

I can't stress enough how weird this guy would be to any other Jedi, he's got an amalgam of saber forms that's closer to a bar brawl and can even fold space (among other things)

Following the fall of the empire, he went on a "pilgrimage" seeking to better understand the Force and his role as a Jedi

Spent much time learning anything about the Order and other Force-religions he could find

Found particular interest in the ancient "Way" and humorously calls himself a "Wayseeker" (by coincidence)

Leia

Although having no desire to follow their traditions, she's a definitive ally of the Order

Luke trains her in the Force and with lightsabers to a point where she grows on par with him, but still prefers blasters

After the death of the emperor, she chose to dedicate her time helping to build up a new, better Republic

She never married Han Solo, having more of an On-and-Off relationship due to her convictions and his flighty nature

More than anything, she seeks to rid the galaxy of corruption and help those in need

Update: We've decided to make Aunt Beru Anakin's step-sibling for this setting, instead of Owen. Meaning Shmi Skywalker married Cliegg "Whitesun."

Clones

-> Clones Overview -> GAR Structure Jedi & Clones

In this AU the Kaminoans began production sometime ca. 12 years before their discovery; it would place the eldest clones around 24 (developmentally) during Geonosis. The point is that they're all insanely young when they're shipped out and I can imagine with rising demand, there's gradually more pressure to send them out as early as they can afford. In this setting, it means by the second year of war, there would be active troopers as young as 16—to put into perspective just how "shiny" some of these guys are.

Decommissionings did occur—much more so before the Jedi's arrival—but mainly within the first years of development, or if a trooper was deemed "unsalvageable" in the field. There was a lot of reprioritizing and wrestling of opinions involved, but eventually the Kaminoans could be convinced to let certain things slide if the benefits outweighed the cost. Reconditioning and termination are more of a last resort, but some "defective" clones may be kept around for other uses.

They're making soldiers, so they don't need exact copies of Fett, but they do want consistency at a higher "quality" and efficiency. That said, there are little to no significant physical differences among the clones beyond what might change once they've been deployed. (Sorry, but Rex is very much a bottle blonde lol.) Besides personality, behavior, scarring & moles; I think it's reasonable for the greatest natural differences to be their voices/speech and physique, as both are extremely adjustable via training or other factors. Trends like hair dye and tattoos only really become an option after the first few months of war and even then it's only after they leave Kamino.

After Geonosis, the first few months of the war were comparably "messy" to the later organizational structure of the GAR. This adjustment period relied heavily on the trained ARC troopers to take charge and lead military operations alongside Navy officers.

Some time following missions after the first battle of Kamino, Alpha-17 and a number of other Alpha-class ARCs were selected as instructors for the new ARC training program. Commanders—as well as standard clone troopers who had shown potential, such as Rex—received additional training for up to three months. It promoted individuality and independence through difficult battlefield scenarios, resulting in increased creativity and resourcefulness. The commanders of Rancor battalion were among the first graduates and would continue the ARC program while stationed on Kamino.

Coruscant Guard

There's a slight difference between the Guard and shock troopers deployed through Homeworld Security. The former is focused as a military police on Coruscant, with duties that cover matters regarding the Senate, the war effort, high-security prisons, off-world escorts, and urban control in high-risk situations. The latter, on the other hand, deploys Coruscant-trained shock troopers as security forces stationed around important facilities, patrol routes, and orbital stations—even on other Core Worlds.

They operate differently to the GAR in both structure and conduct. These clones are trained to be loyal to the Republic and follow orders without question, regardless of their moral judgement. Needless to say, giving lab-grown, highly effective super-soldiers such a degree of power and authority over the general population isn't a particularly great idea.

Since the Coruscant Guard was established a couple of months into the war, there's a mild disparity in behavior and way of thinking between the clones who were present for initial battles, and those who graduated from Homeworld training facilities. It was deemed necessary for cadets to be transferred and trained on the planet, to better prepare them for the urban setting. These facilites are overseen by Homeworld Security officers, with regular inspections by a number of selected Jedi Investigators (on the Council's insistence).

The Deserters

While the odd individual might choose to quietly drop out of the game and take their chances throughout the galaxy, the greater majority of clone deserters are secretly gathering at Clan Skirata's Kyrimorut on Mandalore. It's not only a hideout away from the Republic, but also an opportunity to become Mandalorian proper and make a life for themselves.

A major goal of the group—with the significant help of former Cuy'val Dar Kal Skirata and Mij Gilamar—is to undo their accelerated aging and save as many brothers as they can. On top of that, they've taken to aid their fellow Mandalorians in their efforts against both the New Mandalorians and Death Watch.

Considering Jango recruited them, I believe most of the Cuy'val Dar were either friends and sympathizers of the True Mandalorians (Haat Mando'ade) or follow their beliefs, but stay quiet about it.

Some of these "rogue" clones have taken the actions of the Republic and even Jedi a little more personally than others, choosing to fight against and sabotage them from the shadows. (*cough* Spar)

Mandalore

The planet itself isn't as inhospitable as it's made to appear, much of it has managed to heal after the Dral'Han, though large wastelands still remain. Sparse forests cover portions of the northern hemisphere, while the south is filled with tundras and marshes. The New Mandalorians chose to remain in their domed cities within the wastes out of a mix of pride, convenience, and fear - knowing they would make easier targets attempting to build up settlements out in the open. Frequent sand- and electrical storms usually help to deter any unwanted guests. Because of that, they are relatively unaware of the exact number of survivors and re-settlers residing in the old cities or wandering as nomads.

The Civil War—also known as the Clan Wars— is still quite active and has taken its toll on both the people and their planets, scarring worlds many times over after skirmishes and raids. It has marked Mandalorian space as best avoided by the rest of the galaxy, while pirates see it as an opportunity.

New Mandalorians

Referred to as the Evaar Mando'ade, or simply Evaar'ade by other Mandalorians. Led by Duchess Satine Kryze since she was little over 20 years old around 38 BBY, after having spent a year on the run due to the ongoing hostilities. Following republic occupation, Kalevala is one of the few worlds which began heavily incorporating non-Mandalorian customs and ideals found beyond the sector, such as concepts of nobility and gendered presentation. These notions developed on a significantly larger scale, however, among the citizens of Mandalore, resonating with the more comfortable, metropolized life seen in the Republic.

Originally from Kalevala, Satine underwent diplomatic training on Coruscant and through Republic aid spearheaded the modern civil movement. Believing the change was necessary to ensure a stable future and prevent another Dral'Han, the New Mandalorians declared themselves as the face of Mandalore, despite strong opposition. They hope to gain political allies and secure their position in the galaxy using diplomacy and trade agreements, even if it means forsaking their cultural heritage.

Death Watch (Kyr'tsad)

Lit. "Death Society" - Once a splinter group of extremist criminals founded by Tor Vizsla in response to Jaster Mereel's rise as Mand'alor back in 60 BBY, Death Watch has since grown into a full-blown political faction in direct opposition to the reforms introduced by both the New and True Mandalorians. Wishing to return to their days of conquest, Death Watch pillage and murder their way through the sector and its neighbors, seeking glory and control.

Tor was succeeded by the then barely 17 Pre Vizsla, who quickly garnered respect thanks to the Darksaber handed to him by the Sith as part of a deal. The mythology surrounding the ancient weapon and his vision for Mandalore allowed him to sway a great number of clans. Over the years, his cunning and vicious nature would come to serve the group via carefully planned, underhanded tactics.

Despite claiming to represent what it really means to be Mandalorian, the majority of its members have shown to abuse the power and authority given to them, even among their own. They've gained a reputation as crafty and ruthless killers, loyal to none except their leader. Since the faction sprung from Vizsla and his sympathizers, its members came to base the right to lead on whomever possesses the mythical blade. As it can only be won in a duel, it's symbolic of their prime ideology: Only the strong survive and are worthy.

Pre's Death Watch initially used abandoned mines on Concordia as hideouts, but with growing support (and enough pressure), the larger clans would use their homes and additional resources to establish forts, eventually securing the moon for themselves. Most of the children are enlisted into the faction's Fighting Corps, raised into effective and loyal soldiers from a young age.

True Mandalorians (Haat Mando'ade)

Also simply called the Haat'ade - all of the original True Mandalorians may have been killed, but their ideology—emphasizing honor, justice, and to care for one another—is still carried by former sympathizers and allies. The actions of both New Mandalorians and Death Watch since have only shifted other clans' view on Jaster Mereel's vision into favor, even marking him as a martyr to some. His Supercommando Codex is still being passed around by a number of mercenaries, while the rest began adhering more closely to the Resol'nare.

However, beyond a handful of individual covert operations, very few are banding together and standing against the Duchess or Vizsla, instead choosing to keep a low profile or leave the sector. For many years following their fall, calling yourself a Haat Mando'ad was a surefire way to get yourself and your loved ones killed, as Death Watch made it a sport to hunt any of the remaining members and supporters.

Nite Owls (Ca'haaise)

Lit. "Night Eyes" - a group of elite soldiers originating on Kalevala, especially skilled as pilots and close-combatants. Valuing justice, loyalty, and authority above all else, they once upheld order around their home. It was seen as a noble commitment for a time, until New Mandalorian policies called for the Owls to disband. Some deferred to Kryze's authority out of respect for her clan, which once harbored many of its members within their ranks. They were hired as official security forces in the form of the Mandalorian Guard, along with members of similar groups, like the Journeyman Protectors of Concord Dawn.

The rest refused to give up their vows or traditions and left Kalevala in their ships, becoming semi-nomadic, still patrolling the borders of Mandalorian space out of a sense of duty for their people.

When Bo-Katan Kryze rose to be leader of the Nite Owls, she agreed to join Death Watch as a means to remove the New Mandalorians from power and restore their ways. Some members would eventually splinter off and return to patrolling the sector, put-off by the dishonorable and often cruel actions typical of the extremist group.

A defining feature of the Nite Owls, next to their shoulder-emblem, is the distinct helmet. The narrow, angled visor and leaf-like "bladed" dents in the cheeks are meant to inspire the image of a bird and serve to set them apart from other Mandalorians, regardless of clan. Some lean even more into it, by painting wings or a stylized owl face over the brow. Their armor mostly features blue, teal, and black, with accents of white.

Red Blades (Tal'kale)

Built on the ideals of the Haat'ade, similar to the Nite Owls not loyal to Vizsla, these soldiers serve all of Mandalore and its people as protectors and emergency responders. These can include Supercommandos, or will be joined by them on missions, if their goals align. The Blades, however, generally do not expect compensation for their work.

The Red Blades were founded by a number of the clone deserters taken in by former Cuy'val Dar Kal Skirata, with other Mandalorians soon joining their cause. They aim to fight back against Death Watch and the corruption invited by the Evaar'ade, for the good of all honorable Mandalorians. Refusing to let their skills go to waste, they've chosen to help wherever they can - landing somewhere between organized vigilantes and relief workers.

Their chosen emblem depicts crossed swords, with a triangle above and a drop below. True to their name, most of their armor is painted red. Intially meant by the clones as a nod to Skirata, over time, the choice became symbolic of honoring Mandalore as a whole. Other colors used in combination mainly include: black, white, and green.

Tal'kale is somewhat of a play on words by the adopted clone commanders of Skirata.

Journeyman Protectors

The law enforcement agency fell under jurisdiction of the New Mandalorians when Concord Dawn's govenor joined the movement in response to increasing attacks by Death Watch. Some of the constables would go on to become members of the Mandalorian Guard issued by Satine - the stability and payment favored by most, while younger recruits often wish to enact law and order beyond the confines of the farm-world.

Old Mandalorians

These encompass any of the neutral, independent, or un-involved Mandalorians adhering to the Resol'nare. Most of these clans and individuals have chosen to distance themselves from the civil war, leaving the Mandalorian sector to settle somewhere else, or wander around the galaxy as bounty hunters and mercenaries.

Colors

Most, but not all Mandalorians, use colors to signify their core traits and values. From painting their armor, to the shade of their kute - the way they choose to present themselves can say a lot about them as a group or individual.

Black - Justice

White - Vision, Forethought

Gray - Mourning a loved one

Silver (light) - Purpose

Gold (sand tones) - Vengeance

Red - Honoring a parent, mentor, or leader

Orange - A lust for life and much more

Yellow - Honor, Integrity

Green - Duty

Teal - Cunning

Blue - Reliability

Purple - Freedom

Pink - Tenacity

Brown - Valor

Darksiders

Ventress

Based on her appearance in the 2003 cartoon, she's got those glowing white eyes and buff shoulders, ok?

Actually Rattataki instead of a Nightsister and is only 21 at the start of the Clone Wars

Ambitious, arrogant, immature but focused, and eager to prove herself with a certain dramatic flair

Appointed herself as Dooku's Apprentice (pending), with a desire to obtain and understand the power of the Sith and "punish" the Jedi for their arrogance etc.

The thing is that her heart really isn't in it, even if she acts that way and what she really wants is the strength to make a difference when it matters (trauma alert)

She follows as a student, not as a pawn, her loyalty only to her own belief

Maul

Survived getting bisected, as usual, but it was mostly thanks to his training at the Academy, the Force and a whole lot of help

It took a while for him to start walking again and by then, the thought of facing Sidious after his failure made him hesitate

Masking his presence even from Palpatine via a nodule of the Force dragon he once killed in Coruscant's depths

Once possessed by ideas of revenge, his focus eventually shifted as his needs did, later becoming a skilled slicer and assassin

He would learn to grow beyond his conditioning, while accepting the darkness as an inevitably inherent part of him

A decade later as an ex-Sith, his greatest desire is to see his fromer Master's house of cards fold into itself and watch the old man trip and die

Would be reasonable for him to hold some grudges against everyone who's wronged him, including Obi-Wan... And yet, it would be kinda funny if Maul barely even gives a damn anymore and is just being petty, but Kenobi still has nightmares about him.

Grievous

Also based on his 2003 CW appearance - that guy was Menacing

Dangerous, unpredictable, and a force to be reckoned with, despite being as Force-sensitive as a rock

Definitely ups the horror factor and plays with his opponents before viciously striking them down

Doesn't really do the whole hacking, coughing, or weird villain accent, sorry.

He's like a creepier, slightly more unhinged version of Vader; really displaying that "more machine than man" theme

Has been killing Jedi since he was brought into this war and is an actual major threat

Dooku

Joined the Sith after becoming disillusioned with the Republic and sees the grand plan as the best way to "fix" everything wrong with the galaxy

Has the full intention to overthrow Palpatine once all the pieces are in their place

He's in a weird position where he's very much aware of the corrupting power of the dark side and has fallen to the same kind of greedy ambition he hated, but also can't see any other way to achieve meaningful change

Inevitably trapped himself in a downwards spiral where he continues to struggle with his attachments to others

Especially when it comes to Yoda, Kenobi and eventually even Ventress, whom he can't help but harbor a certain fondness for

Dathomir

The Dathomiri are a hybrid-species born from the intensely force-sensitive natives of the planet and a group of Zabraks, who once settled there. The original population strictly divided themselves into female witches and male hunters, the practice persisting even after contact. Key features include a lack of hair, glowing eyes, and a crown of horns found more prominently (though not exclusively) among males. Time also brought a significant dimorphism in color: majority of the women bear cooler skin-tones, while men tend to have more intense, warmer shades.

Majority of the witches on Dathomir are part of the Nightsisters, led by Mother Talzin. Some of the other clans remain, though they are few and far between. These witches still practice their old traditions and cultivate close bonds with the native rancors.

All covens delve in illusions, visions, and echoes, but have also developed a Force technique allowing them to manipulate temperature - freeze objects solid or set them on fire. They tend to make for exceptional Force healers, too.

The Nightbrothers aren't entirely subservient in this, it's a more complicated relationship. They live a largely nomadic life on the surface of the planet, moving with the seasons as hunters and honing their skills as warriors. The 'Sisters live in hidden, vast underground networks, to be "closer to the heart of Dathomir, the darkest shadows." While both have night vision, the 'Sisters usually can see in complete darkness, although it tends to make them sensitive to light. The hunters both revere and fear the witches, typically offering tribute and sometimes trade - supplies for potions and help.

While the greater majority of Dathomiri are force-sensitive to some degree, the hunters usually go without proper training and their connection often fades as they grow older. Sometimes a child turns out too strong in the Force to ignore, and is taken by the Nightsisters to be trained as a "Shade" - warriors skilled in the Force, often given to outsiders as assassins and soldiers (particularly the Sith).

The full-body tattoos is a tradition shared by some other Zabraks, either as a rite of passage, or to denote belonging to a clan or family lineage.

Tusken (Ghorfa)

Among themselves and some groups of Jawa, they are still known as the Ghorfa, who once lived in the ruins built into canyons and caverns. Many of the settlers on Tatooine are not aware the "Sand People" of the Dune Sea are the same ones as the "Lost Architects" of their archaeological finds, or simply choose not to see it.

"Tusken Raiders" initially only referred to tribes with a similar appearance as the group that once attacked Fort Tusken, but some—particularly off-worlders—use it as a blanket term for all Ghorfa. Through the generations, an ever-increasing number of people have taken to calling the nomads of the Wastes simply "Tusken."

There are many different tribes, with various traditions and opinions, most of which keep to themselves and are simply trying to survive, keeping their culture alive. However, there are those who carry more resentment towards outsiders for driving them from their homes and killing their people. These are better known to the settlers and off-worlders, due to frequent skirmishes and raids.

Tuskens use little, if any, metal in their tools and wear; the sand and heat would make it too much of a hazard. Of course, there's always outliers and exceptions, but majority of the hard materials they use are bones, wood, stone, and clay or glazes. Many have a disdain for the technologies of settlers, either drawing back on old beliefs that such technologies caused the downfall of their civilization and killed their world, or simply finding them ill-suited for the desert. Not all share this view to the same degree, as some are seen making use of scavenged items and have even left the planet via ship.

Born of the need to protect themselves from harsh conditions, the practice of covering their entire body in robes eventually became a sacred tradition. Showing any skin outside of clan members or healers is considered a great taboo, although the exact rules can vary among tribes. The design of head gear is not only essential to their survival, but also signifies their tribe and sometimes even profession. The language is a mix of spoken words and hand signs; keeping sentences short and frank. Their vocalization is nearly opposite to the Jawa, with strong and deep voices to be heard through wind and robes—they have a surprisingly easy time conversing with Wookiees.

The greater majority of them are noted to be exceptional navigators and mathematicians; according to myths, the Tusken "never lose their way." We've also decided making them a longer lived species with an average of 250 years or more in better conditions. Also, I don't care what canon says, these guys can be Force-sensitive as well. Those who are, usually become known as Guides, Seers, and Healers and are regarded with the highest respect across tribes.

That's all for now.

If you have any questions or suggestions, please let me know! I'm also not as well-versed in Mando'a, so I appreciate any pointers thrown my way 😅

#star wars #clone wars #au #luke skywalker #leia organa #jaster mereel #concepts #worldbuilding #jedi #coruscant guard #mandalore #mandalorians #dathomir #tusken #ghorfa #in another time au #ctrl+s

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eugenephosgene · 1 year ago

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Okay okay here's the rant

Do not post your identifing information online- profile pictures, names, email ids, phone numbers, aadhar cards okay okay that's it but you get it right? Do not post them unless you're really really sure you want that information out there. I have some mutuals who have their faces as their pfps so it's not like you don't have to do it. You should just know the consequences of posting that information online. Especially if you're minor and in some cases even a girl.

Do not tell them your age, i don't need to know you're 15 year old. Maybe i can guess from your rants about school or college or work but that's a secondary thought. You should not post your age so carelessly on your front page, it just makes you a better target. Again, especially if you're a minor.

And this is going to be general because we don't have live location feature on tumblr thank god. Never share your pictures from a place you're at while you're still at that place. Mostly applies to vacations and outings. Post those pictures after you've left that place and similarly NEVER tag in your location while you're there.

Do not overshare facts and identifyable details about you to strangers. No need to give them your insta id or anything like that. Ik you may want to share it after you've known them for quiet a long while and you're very sure of their identity buy please take it slow and don't trust people easily because there is no undo button here.

Never paste your trigger warnings. Those things are between you, god and your non existent therapist.

There are so many other things that I'll add later on but in short, the most simple rule is this.

Before posting anything identifiable online, imagine there is a person sitting on the other end that wants to harm you. Now decide on if what you're posting is going to make it easier for him to track you/harm you or not.

#Online safety

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Can i get a Cowboy Rex? Please? The story can be anything you want.

A Fresh Start

Summary: You're a new veterinarian in the area, and Rex, a local ranch owner, has become a regular client...and a friend.

Pairing: Cowboy!Rex x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like it! I don't write Rex very often, I'm not entirely sure why-

Moving from the city to the county was supposed to be hard. Everyone told you that you were going to struggle with how quiet it is in the country. Some of your more assholeish friends claimed that you would be back in six months.

But the truth is, you enjoy the quiet and the slower way of life.

The idea of moving back to the city, even at this point, sounds like a nightmare to you.

Besides, as a large animal veterinarian, you kind of need to live in the country for your livelihood.

“You have no idea how glad we were when we heard you were taking over the old clinic,” Rex, one of your regular clients, says from where he’s sitting on a hay bale, watching as you check over one of his mares.

“I can imagine,” You reply with an easy laugh, “Honestly, I can’t believe Doctor Whillis was still in business. He’s ancient.”

“I think it was sheer stubbornness,” Rex admits with a shrug, “But people weren’t going to him so much anymore.” He grins at the back of your head, “It’s why you’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” You say easily as you continue your examination, “if nothing else, all of the business is allowing me to drag the clinic into the modern era.”

“Oh, I’m sure the fossils who work with you have been thrilled about that.”

“There have been a few arguments. I informed them that I would be willing to pay for them to get the training they need on the new machines.” You pull away from the mare, and lovingly stroke her nose, “They’re all refused, and so I’m in the process of having to replace them.”

“Well, they were all retirement age anyway.” Rex says with a shrug, “So, how is she?”

“Totally healthy, if not a little overweight.” You reply easily, “You said that she’s acting oddly? Have you changed anything about her routine recently?”

“The only change is that we’ve cut down on her treats, because of the weight gain.”

You laugh softly, “She’s pouting. She wants treats, but you won’t give them to her, so she’s sulking.”

Rex huffs out a laugh and runs his hand over his short hair, “Of course that’s the case. She’ll get over it, right?”

“Eventually.” You agree as you smile at him, “Is this the only one giving you any trouble?”

“That’s it.” Rex hops off the hay bale, “Thanks for coming out so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious.”

He hesitates, “So…uh…would you like to come inside? Have some coffee? My brother made some cookies this morning-”

You smile at him warmly, “Let me put my stuff in my truck, and then I would love some coffee and snacks.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

You carry your bag to your truck, and you toss it in the backseat, taking a moment to make sure the cooler with the vaccines is still cold, and then you head towards the house properly.

You push open the door, and kick off your boots so as to not track mud into Rex’s house, and you follow the sound of his moving around into the kitchen.

“Coffee will be done in a few minutes,” Rex says, as you pull out a chair and take a seat. He sets a plate of cookies at the center of the table and then sits across from you, “So, Doc, how are you adjusting to live in the country?” He asks with a lazy smile.

“Easier than I thought I would,” You admit as you lean back against the chair, “I appreciate the quiet.”

“I bet you do. The city’s always so loud all of the time. I don’t miss it at all.” He smiles ruefully at your surprised look, “I was a soldier, and lived in a lot of cities. It was a family career, a lot of my brothers are still soldiers.”

“How many brothers do you have?” You ask.

“Too many.” He laughs, “But I don’t mind, I love them. Most of the time.”

You grin, “That sounds familiar.”

“Oh? You have brothers?”

“Not so much, but I have several much older cousins who were close enough.” You explain, “I’m the baby, unfortunately.”

“And they let you move to the middle of nowhere? I’m impressed.”

“I kinda just did it without telling them until after I moved.” You admit, “There was much screaming and shouting about my reckless behavior.”

Rex laughs, “That sounds right. It’s good that they care about you so much.” He pauses, “They’d hate that you were alone in my house with me, wouldn’t they?”

You snag a cookie and break off a piece, “Oh, without a doubt.”

“Hm…” Rex takes his own cookie and absently spins it between his fingers, “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

“You wanna go out to dinner?”

You pause and blink at him, “Like…on a date?”

“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, soft and slow, “I’d like that.”

Rex relaxes slightly, “Then I’ll pick you up at the clinic tonight.”

Your smile grows into a grin and you lean across the table, “I hope you know that asking me on a date will only make my family dislike you more.”

Rex leans across the table as well, there’s a glimmer of something in his gaze that you can’t quite place, “That sounds like a them problem, cyare.”

And you laugh.

#star wars #tcw #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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carefulfears · 2 years ago

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oooooh please expand on this !!! i always wanna hear more about scully https://www.tumblr.com/waiting-for-the-day/720301741123551232/ykno-what-we-dont-talk-about-about-how-hard-txf

yesss

(the referenced post)

the third hour of the series, squeeze is both the first monster-of-the-week and the first episode to establish the impact of the x-files on scully's life, offering her choice and the audience perspective.

opening on lunch with an old classmate, scully catches up with her peers and how they are progressing after the academy (marty is supervisory agent of foreign counter intelligence, tom is on the fast track in violent crimes...dana is "mrs. spooky" in the basement, having "close encounters of the third kind")

this first scene equates scully with mulder in more ways than a derogatory nickname; colton tells her about his tough case in violent crimes because he wants her to ask mulder.

this is a line that is walked throughout season one, as mulder is still thought of as "the best analyst in the violent crimes division," despite having left the VCU two years earlier. often, the FBI will need his input on a case, while still disregarding and disrespecting him, and we can see this extended to scully here.

"if you don't mind some overtime, you're welcome to come aboard with us, on this. that is if you don't mind working in an area that's a bit more down-to-earth."

having been invited onto colton's case, scully writes up a profile (that ends up being exactly correct, and ultimately catching the killer, even though mulder doesn't agree with her position) and presents her findings.

when a stake-out is planned based on her work, colton's superior in the VCU tells her that she is "welcome to come," reluctantly inviting her to her own plan.

throughout the episode, scully does her best to present herself as capable and professional, but mulder doesn't make things easy for her; he constantly leans into every joke made about him, negating his own authority and playing into the degrading public opinion, something that scully has never seen.

she knows that there is more to the x-files, and more to mulder, than little green men- but that's a kind of vulnerability that's been exposed to her, and her only.

and the more that she aligns herself with mulder, the more the wavering stand she has in the FBI's "boy's club" falters.

contrasted with the begrudging inclusion of the men climbing the ladder, squeeze showcases mulder in the supportive role, instantly adjusting his theories and profile to incorporate scully's input. which he does without taking the lead.

and he takes the time to tell her that if she wants to work with colton, he understands and respects that; directly contrasting the VCU's constant disdain for scully's work on the x-files.

this is something that he stops her to say immediately after hearing colton's line, "you said mulder was out there, that guy's insane." (which was not only demeaning, but implied that scully had been belittling mulder behind his back, which isn't true)

later, he casually says that they need to catch tooms quickly, because in 30 years when he comes out again, scully will be "head of the bureau."

he not only assumes that she won't be working with him for long, but that she'll be successful in her own career, climbing the ladder to the very top; a foregone conclusion.

(this is something that he laments 25 years later, in season 11's nothing lasts forever, when he admits that he imagines a world where she had walked out of that office, and been "kersh's boss at the FBI")

squeeze also brings back the height difference reversal that is so meaningful in the pilot, and throughout the series.

mulder is 10 inches taller than scully, and often will intentionally lower himself beneath her. especially in vulnerable or emotional situations.

i love love love these tags from iconicscullyoutfits on this scene:

"feels like other men would stand up instinctively to be on the same level as her. especially in squeeze which was all about her being belittled by other men and struggling for equal footing in the boys club of the fbi. she comes down to mulder and she's big like him."

when i talk about squeeze as being the most important episode to understanding scully's motivation, i mean this moment here.

at the scene of the fourth murder, colton won't let mulder enter, and when scully threatens to report him, he asks: whose side are you on?

her answer, that she is on the side of the victim, encapsulates everything that drives her dedication and devotion from the beginning.

this show, and this partnership, is based in shared values rather than shared belief; that's what makes it work.

scully wants to be on the side of the victim, to be helping those that need it, and she's quickly realizing that this isn't how you thrive in the federal government. that despite how much she "believed in her country" when she left medicine for the FBI, this isn't what the federal government does, or prioritizes.

however, it is what mulder does, and she's learning that too.

the side of the victim and the side of law enforcement are not the same, and mulder knows that already, has already given up the respect and acclaim of climbing the ladder. he's on the side of the victim to the "point of insanity," to the point of abandoning reputation.

this is what scully gives her life over to, this is where she finds the work that she left medicine to pursue.

and ultimately, she severs her ties with the outside world.

the next time that colton makes a mean comment about mulder, she tells him that he can keep climbing the ladder, but she hopes he falls.

the thing is, scully doesn't need to be associated with mulder to be looked down upon by her peers. she would be regardless, by nature of being a woman in a male-dominated profession.

but she could cleave to authority, continue trying to fit in and climb the ladder. she chooses not to, to go where aligned with her convictions, and where she's respected; even when it means sacrificing a seat at the table.

and in the end, they walk off side-by-side (he follows her).

#asks #squeeze

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m4g0rtz · 1 year ago

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🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉

OMG It's been a YEAR!!!!!!!

🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉

A year of daily nail polish posts. How is that even possible??? 😱 I set out a year ago to photograph and post my daily manicures cause chronic illness sucks and finding joy where you can is important. And now here we are a year later. Btw here is what a years worth of nail polishes look like in case you were curious:

359 manicure posts. Endless bottles of top coat, base coat, and peely base coat. (I wish I'd kept better track of it, but my best guess is at least 18 bottles of each cause I went through about 1.5 bottles of top coat, base coat, and peely base per month. Plus at least 5 bottles of matte topcoat for an estimated total of 59 bottles of everything. 🤯) Hours and hours taking and editing pictures and videos. And a whole bunch of new Tumblr friends that I've made along the way. 🥰

I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all. If you interacted with my posts regularly you're why I made it all the way to a year. Thank you so much @l0vegl0wsinthedark @phdmama @comaraudery @muddyclump @getawayfox @lesmotsdemoi @vmcgmidlifecrisis @caroll-in @xx-thedarklord-xx @lqtraintracks @unfiltered-alice-liddle @taigasrandomshit @fayerye @shealwaysreads. I tried to tag more, but Tumblr wouldn't let me. 😭 Honestly though, every person who liked my posts on an even semi regular basis: I recognized your icons and smiled every time I saw you in my notes. I do have to give a special shout-out to @julcheninred for not only cheering me along the whole way but also for convincing me to start doing this in the first place. Sending you every barnyard noise on Old McDonald's farm! ♥️🦖♥️🐄♥️🐖♥️🐑♥️🦆♥️🐎♥️

Moving forward I think I am going to change things up JUST a bit. I still plan on making a post every time I paint my nails, which will be most days (cause I still have a TON of untried polishes 😅👀), but I'm going to be less strict about trying to post EVERY day. I'm hoping that this will give me more chances to do nail art, which is something that is hard to do and then take off a day later. I'd also enjoy keeping a polish on for more than a day if it's one I really love. 😂 This will also help with those days where my chronic illness is kicking my butt and I need a day to rest.

Thank you all again. You don't know how much doing this has helped me get through this past year. Looking forward to sharing even more manicures with you in the year to come! 💖💖💖

#m4g0rtz manicures #one year anniversary #i still cant believe i made it to a year #this has been SO much fun #a million thank yous to you all!#💖💖💖💖💖

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hoe4fiction · 3 months ago

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One Piece x Black Butler crossover (?)

A/N: I have not written on tumblr in ages and thought it was time to start again. This is inspired by this weird dream I had recently; I just really needed to write it down. I have been trying to catch up on One Piece - just finished Water 7 and Enies Lobby- and I also fucking love Black Butler, so I suppose that is what triggered this fever dream. It's 2nd pers POV and total trash but wtv. English is not my first language.

Tags: all platonic, fluff, angst (there's a natural disaster happening in the background), OC ig?

Buckle up it's gonna be confusing as hell.

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Years away in a distant future or just a fucked up different dimension, in a skyscraper-filled city, you're chillin on the couch in your apartment at the very top of a huge building. It's a beautiful morning, the sun is shining and people go about their day unbothered. You're relaxing on the couch watching your favourite show, your mom is cooking some chicken in the open space kitchen, your dad's working on his laptop at the dining table and your younger sister is probably texting her friends. At your feet lays a beautiful black cat, Salem, he's napping comfortably, while your other cat Shaggy - an orange tabby looking like he just got struck by lightning - is trying and failing miserably to distract your mom so he could steal some cut-up chicken. Cuddling into you is Oscar, a grey Irish wolfhound who thinks he's still small enough to climb into your lap.

Suddenly, an emergency broadcast takes over the TV. A reporter in a grey suit is standing in front of a map of the city. "To all citizens, we have gotten reports of a massive influx of water coming from the nearby islands. Powerful waves the size of skyscrapers and huge floods are expected to hit the city this afternoon. We advise all citizens to evacuate immediately to the station port. Stay safe!"

Hurriedly, you get the cats in their carrier, get Oscar's leash and start packing. Just throwing whatever clothes you think you'll need in a suitcase, stuffing another one with books and mangas and taking a small backpack with snacks. With your family, you make your way outside to the rooftop where a car on a rollercoaster track awaits you. After many twists and turns through the city, finally arriving at the station, you meet with your best friend. They're alone, only their adorable golden retriever by their side. As a train station employee takes all your bags, you notice you're suddenly also alone with only your pets. People are embarking on the sea train, an old late Victorian-looking model that can also travel on water. How that is possible, you do not question it.

As you get on, your friend notices that you have next-door compartments. They offer to take the cats and enter their cabin. As you make your way to yours, you notice that Oscar is getting excited, like he can sense someone familiar inside the 6-seater cabin. He looks adorable tippy tapping in front of the door, his tail wagging happily. Smiling, you take off his leash and open the compartment door. Was it your family your dog was so happy to see? Nope. Inside the compartment, opposite each other next to the window, there sits on your left, Sebastian in his usual butler fit and on your right Ciel Phantomhive in a dark blue suit (you know the one). Oscar rushes in and basically throws himself at Sebastian, excitedly slobbering his face in saliva. Sebastian looks distraught and gently tries to get the dog to settle down. Ciel just seems bored out of his mind. You greet them and get Oscar out of the demon's face. He just turns around and tries to nuzzle his little nose into Ciel's legs begging for pats. Begrudgingly, Ciel accepts his fate. You put away your backpack and settle next to Sebastian, while casually having a conversation with the duo. Something about how things have been lately, about Ciel's business, and whatever crazy cases they have had since you last saw them. By now, Oscar has settled down at Ciel's legs and is napping peacefully.

There is a knock on the door and it opens to a giggly Undertaker in a long coat and his silly-looking hat. He's carrying a small leather bag. After greeting each other, he sits down on Ciel's side next to the door and takes off his hat. Sebastian jokes about him potentially packing zombies again. There's another giggle from Undertaker.

In the next-door compartment, your friend is in quite a predicament. They're sitting at the window minding their own business just crocheting some blanket. In front of them, Nami is trying to enjoy a good book while Luffy snacks and rambles on about some weird bug he found earlier. Zoro is sitting next to his captain napping and Sanji is trying to flirt with your friend. It's actually quite pathetic really cuz you're friend is not even listening, they have earphones in. Poor boy.

--time-skip--

Back in your compartment, Ciel has laid down on the bench trying to get some sleep, Sebastian is staring out the window, while you and Undertaker chat and braid each other's hair.

In your friend's compartment, Luffy has finally fallen asleep, and Nami is still trying to enjoy her book. Your friend is also asleep. Shaggy (the orange cat) is lazying about inside their carrier. Salem is discreetly trying to get the cage door open.

--another time-skip--

Rain started pouring outside. The train is steadily approaching the port where it's gonna switch to travelling on water for the last half of the journey. You have fallen asleep, head in Sebastian's lap as he is absentmindedly playing with your hair (very out of character of him lol). The Undertaker moved back to his spot and is hunched over with his head on the wall next to the door snoozing away.

The train rattles for a second. As a result, Sanji accidentally kicks Zoro awake and they start fighting. Salem has managed to get out of the cage and has made his way out of the compartment without being noticed (smart af cat). He climbs next to you and just threateningly stares at Sebastian. The cat's eyes get this weird glint for a second, Sebastian's eyes shining red in retaliation. Then the cat just casually nuzzles next to your head.

Shouting from the other cabin wakes you up. There's a loud crash in the hall and Salem slips away and climbs on Undertaker's lap to continue their nap. The door opens to a red-faced Sanji and a disgruntled Zoro. "Nami kicked us out..." Sanji introduces himself and Zoro to the butler and sits down next to you. Zoro grumbles annoyed and goes to enter the cabin but gets stuck in the doorway because of his swords. After fumbling about for like a good minute, he eventually sits across from you in between a now sleeping sitting-up Ciel and a cat-cuddling Undertaker. He mumbles something and goes back to his nap. Sanji curses him softly in French and then moves his attention to you and the others. He pulls out his cigarette and lighter. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it ok if I smoke here?" Sebastian goes to answer but you beat him to it. "No actually. Sorry. The kid's got asthma." Sanji nods and puts away his cigarette. Casual conversation ensues.

--time-skip--

Officially having begun travelling on the ocean, everyone decides to stretch their legs a bit and move to the dining car for some lunch. The storm has picked up outside. Everyone sits at this huge booth next to the window, Luffy stuffing his face as usual, Zoro and Nami sharing a drink and the Black Butler trio sipping some tea. It's quite a weird scene. Seeing 2 people dressed in normal everyday clothes, 4 pirates and 3 Victorian gentlemen. Despite the weirdness, you seem to be enjoying yourself. Outside, in the distance, you spot the Sunny sailing in the same direction.

Out of nowhere, there is a loud boom. The car rocks violently and lights start flickering. Everything goes black...

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And that's when I woke up...

This was probably one of the weirdest but also most vivid of my dreams as of late. If you got through to the end, thank you for reading this nonsensical wild ride. Who knows, maybe this whole thing will get me to start actually writing again.

Stay safe out there!

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Long Time Coming ~ Part 8

My Blurb: *Mandatory wording about how sorry I am that this took to long* :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. You own nothing, I don’t give anyone permission to post this anywhere.

Summary: Bucky had waited a long time to find an Omega. When Pepper introduces the team to her new assistant he knows shes the one.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes X OFC Omega Carina Rivera

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Sex, fingering, oral, biting/marking.

Status: In Progress

Tagging: @snarkandsarcasmftw @pioched @littlemissthistle @pizgloria @briefdreamcloud

Read First: Long Time Coming Masterlist

Also Check Out: Main Masterlist

“If it isn’t the two love birds.” Tony’s voice caused Carina to spring out of Bucky’s embrace as he strolled into the office. “Also, are you two thinking of condensing space? Pepper told me not to say anything but I have a new recruit who could take that apartment if you moved in with One Armed Wonder, here. Unless you're having second thoughts, in which case I can get you into some witness protection or something, blink twice if he's smothering you.”

“What? No, I’m not, he’s not…” Carina stuttered, looking frantically between the two men before Bucky placed a hand on her arm and pulled her back to him.

“Stark is just trying to rile me up sweetheart. Ignore him. I should get to the briefing though. I’ll see you later?” Bucky asked, shifting until he was between her and Tony, blocking him from view and recapturing her attention. Tony rolled his eyes and continued into Piper’s office.

Bucky and Carina had rarely been seen apart in the two weeks since the attack. If Bucky wasn’t training or on a mission, he was laying on the couch in the waiting room reading while Carina continued her job with Piper. He didn’t like leaving her alone, which was fine with Carina, because she didn’t want to be alone. She’d had more than one nightmare about Brock’s hands around her neck and was immensely grateful to be woken up by Bucky’s scent and gentle touches as he soothed her back to sleep in the comfort of his arms.

“Ya, of course. I’ll be there to see you off.” Carina pressed her lips to his for a brief moment before her phone rang. Answering it she waved to Bucky as he left. They were heading out on a mission to track down a rumored Hydra sleeper cell that was still small but growing. The night before Bucky had expressed his frustration that no matter how many hideouts and cells they destroyed, there always seemed to be more.

Carina had tried to distract him with a kiss that promised more but Bucky had simply smiled before tucking her into him and proceeding to pass out. Carina huffed, thinking of it now as she set up an appointment for the possible new investor on the phone.

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“I don’t know Wanda, he doesn’t want to make a move.” Carina pouted, moving to grab another piece of pizza from the box.

Wanda refilled their wine as she replied, “And you’ve told him you’re ready for the next step?”

“Well… I have been dropping really good hints.” Carina busied herself picking the fuzz off of her leggings to avoid Wanda’s raised eyebrow. “What?” she finally conceded when Wanda kept staring at her.

“You were assaulted, Carina. He’s not going to make a move until he is 100% sure that’s what you want.” she sighed, turning to face her on the couch fully. “Look, I try not to dig into people’s thoughts and feelings. But sometimes the really strong ones are impossible to ignore. Carina, Bucky loves you, he’s yours for the taking.”

Carina nodded while chewing on her thumbnail, rolling her eyes and grinning when Wanda raised another eyebrow at her.

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Bucky groaned as he collapsed into the seat beside Steve on the quinjet. “You ever think we’re getting too old for this?”

Steve laughed in response, leaning his head back against the wall. “Well we are almost a century older than these pups.”

“We should talk to Pepper about our retirement plans.” Bucky grinned in response. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“Speaking of settling down Barnes…” Natasha appeared in front of them, looking like they hadn’t just been ambushed by over a hundred men. “When are you and Carina making things official?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, the question had been tearing at him the last couple weeks. He wanted Carina, badly. Keeping himself from taking things past kissing and cuddling was taking all the restraint he had some days. They had said the words but everytime they were on the brink, something came up. “She was assaulted Nat, she needs time to recover.”

“Does she still? Or does she need to be reassured that you still want her?” she grinned when Bucky looked insulted before standing up and walking to the front of the jet.

“I want her Steve…” he trailed off. “But she’s innocent, I don’t want to hurt her.” He huffed, turning a pleading gaze to his best friend.

Steve’s face turned wistful, staring off as if he was remembering something from the past. “Don’t make the same mistake I did Bucky. I never got the chance with Peggy and I regret it everyday. She made me feel like Carina makes you feel. If I had even the slightest chance of going back and making her mine, I would do it.” His eyes refocus and he claps Bucky on the back, standing when Natasha lets them know they would be landing at the compound in 5 minutes.

Bucky is the first one at the ramp when it’s lowered, smiling at the sight of Carina standing next to Piper and Wanda just off the landing pad. She looks radiant in a halter top maxi dress, the blowing wind revealing a slit on one side that flashes him a glimpse of her legs.

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Carina takes a deep breath when she hears the shower turn off. She was ready, she wanted this, she wanted Bucky to be hers. She smiled at him when he exited his bedroom clad in a pair of sweats and a tank top, rubbing a towel through his hair. Here goes. “Bucky? Have you thought about��taking this further?” He’s frozen staring at her and she swallows before continuing. “I thought we were planning on it, and I know I was hurt but that was weeks ago and now I…”

“I never stop thinking about it.” His bold statement cuts off her chatter. He approaches her tentatively, stopping short of touching her. His hands clenching at his sides “I didn’t want to push you. You were injured and you’ve never done this.”

Her cheeks heat up and she looks down, “How do you know that?”

His hand reaches out, gently pushing her chin up so he can look her in the eyes. “Your scent, it’s too pure. You smell like fresh baked cookies and warm bread. The moment I caught that scent I was hooked, I knew you were it for me.”

“Bucky.” His name is soft on her lips.

He doesn’t waste any time pulling her into his arms and pouring all of his love and emotion into a breathtaking kiss. Her hands immediately found their way under his shirt, pulling a groan from him when she lightly ran her nails up over his abs so she could pull his shirt off.

Walking them backwards until they hit the wall Bucky pulled the string holding the top of her dress up exposing her breasts to him. A whimper escaped her when his mouth captured one of the hardened peaks and his calloused hand palmed the other one. Her whimpers became a moan when he pulled back to pull on the other strings holding her dress.

“Bucky!” her shocked cry made him grin when he growled and tore the dress to shreds, tossing the pieces behind him.

“I’ll buy you a million more, but anything between me and this beautiful body is going to take some casualties.” He panted, letting his eyes run over her form.

“Bucky, please.” Carina whispered, biting her lip as she rubbed her thighs together.

With a groan, he soothes it with his mouth on hers again before bending, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up his body. He smiles at her sharp gasp when she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her core into contact with the erection that was straining against his sweats.

Walking into the bedroom he places her gently on the bed, following her down, catching her lips again before backing up and pulling off his pants and boxers grinning at her quick inhale when his erection is freed and bobs towards his stomach.

Crawling back onto the bed he hovers over her, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss before beginning a slow descent down her body. Peppering kisses down her neck and across her collarbone before pausing to nip each nipple. Grinning against her skin when she jumps at the sensation before continuing down her stomach. She whimpers slightly when he skips down to her ankles, then begins to press kisses up her leg. She lets out a small gasp when he gently licks once across her clit before continuing down her other leg to her ankle.

Releasing her ankle, he spreads her legs, eyes locked on hers as his mouth descends to her core. Her gasp turns into a moan as his tongue flicks over her clit and he slides one finger inside. He groans against her flesh when he feels her wetness and slowly slides another finger in, his tongue continuing the assault on her clit.

Her hands shoot to his hair and she pulls on the strands. “Bucky please, please” her pants are barely a whisper and he smiles up at her.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready doll. Don’t want to hurt you.” He swipes his tongue the entire length of her slit and groans. “You taste as good as you smell.”

Her breaths turn to pants as his fingers pick up speed and he sucks on her clit. His name is a chant from her lips as her back bows and an orgasm crashes over her. Bucky helps her ride it out before pressing another kiss to her clit.

He crawls up her body until his arms are bracketed on either side of her head and she pulls him down into a kiss. “Make me yours Bucky, in every way.” she whispers, pulling back to look into his eyes, hoping he can see how much she means it.

“It feels like I've waited a hundred lifetimes for this.” he says, palming his erection.

“Don’t wait any longer.” Carina grins, shimmying her hips at him.

Bucky enters her slowly, savoring the whimper as she stretches around him. Stopping when he feels her tense beneath him. “Are you alright?”

Carina bites her lip and nods. “Ya…just go slow?”

Bucky nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead before continuing achingly slowly. By the time his hips meet hers, his arms are nearly shaking from the restraint required to not plunge himself into her tight heat.

Carina breathes deeply, almost overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. She bucks her hips experimentally and they both groan as pleasure washes over them.

“Sweetheart you can’t do that and expect me to hold still” Bucky grits out. She bucks again, giving Bucky a mischievous grin. Taking that as permission, he pulls out part way and then thrusts back in. His pace starts out gentle but increases as they both give in to the yearning.

Writhing under him, Carina’s moans urge him onwards until they are both close to their peak. “Bucky, I'm…”

“I know baby, I'm with you. Doing so good little Omega.” Bucky soothes and Carina instinctively turns her head to the side, baring her mating gland to him. The small growl is the only warning he gives her before he sinks his teeth into her.

White hot pleasure shoots through Carina as her climax hits and their bond snaps into place. She feels Bucky come seconds later, roaring her name. It feels like ages before her breathing returns to normal. Bucky is laying half on her and she turns her head to look at him, wincing as it pulls on the bite.

“It should heal quickly.” Bucky smiles at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

“I’m yours now.” Carina says softly as she lightly touches his mark.

Bucky shakes his head and presses a kiss to her forehead and his voice is thick. “No baby, I'm yours.”

#micole writes things now #bucky barnes #alpha!bucky barnes #long time coming #alpha!bucky #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x original female character #james buchanan barnes

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