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starlyx0 · 5 months ago

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so I have noticed some people think Ben is boring (trust me I’ve seen it)

so I am here to talk about everything ben and try to explain his character!

This won’t be the best character analysis

as English is not my first language and I'm trying to bring more attention to stuff that's not talked about often.

So I'm going to split this into 6 categories to try to make writing this easier for me so bare with me.

Things I’ll go over!

personality

looks

hobbies

past & current

relationship with family

relationship with friends

This is going to have a bunch of stuff that are headcanons I'm only including them to show ppl if u can put some thought into it u can get some reasonable ones.

1 | personality

I see a lot of ppl reduce his character to only music and being mute? which really upsets me because he soo so much more,

but making his entire personality music makes me so mad

most headcanons I see are all the same PLEASE I AM TIRED of hearing what kind of songs he listens to that or all ship headcanons titled as Bens

he's a shy awkward guy we all know that cuz he really just stands in a corner awkwardly scratching his neck most times and he also doesn’t like horror or anything scary (eps 11)

hes a protective older brother not overly like Tyler where hes more protective of Tay from other people ben is more chill going and more afraid of what life throws at Lily, there’s not much here cuz more points I have fit in the other categories :)

2 | looks

he looks kinda of basic nobody can deny that so I won't, but because of his past I imagine he would have a bunch of scars ik he doesn’t and that’s a bummer cuz I really wish he had 🥲

After he lost his voice he became super facially expressive but also really good at hiding his emotions so it’s either really easy to read him or really hard no in between. also because of his past bullying, I assume it affected him and the way he presents himself that why he sticks to basic outfits and look,

overall trying not to bring attention to himself even after therapy he stuck to his habit but if someone gave him a little push and helped him he would drop it and start putting thought into his looks,

saw this somewhere I don’t remember where they said he would have curly hair as a kid but his mom didn’t know how to take care of it so they ended up shaving it and i think curly or wavy haired Ben would be so cute also he would look amazing with an eyebrow piercing %100 and uhh I genuinely don’t remember him smiling genuinely in canon so i imagine his with a downturned smile I may be wrong about that idk

3 | hobbies

did I make this a separate category just to talk about him being an artist? yes I absolutely did 🙂↕️

I fear most people forgot about it n honestly and that is criminal

there is not much said about it in canon but I’ll work with what I have,

he probably didn’t have much artistic skills when he was younger and only started doing it as a distraction and a way to calm down n he probably made himself draw

I feel like red projected onto him in that ifykyk😭

but from the picture Ben draws based on things that happen so he diff draws a bunch of random things he sees and thinks its cool, he would draw everything and everyone and I feel his art style would be more realistic tbh

but Ben also plays guitar, plays piano

, fight, used to sing, and the medic of the group like what else he do?? he is literally perfect what more can I say here but most of these are not really hobbies but skills he had to learn for the sake of his life

4 | Past & current

I’ll talk more here about how his past affects him currently,

I love to think he has a fear of fires because of the fire that burned down his house more of a headcanon tbh

see the pan he burned in that official art? it took him half an hour in his room to calm down his heartbeat and gathering around the campfire is the opposite of relaxing for him

probably hates turtlenecks with his being

and I want to talk about his voice as that affects him the most what really bothers me about the fandom is that a lot of people ignore the fact that he probably will never speak.

I see plenty of ppl benlor shippers say

“he would sing for —-🥺“ “he would whisper to comfort—🥺“ n it makes me wonder are we even talking about the same character???? which is absolute bullshit if he did that he is the one that’s gonna need comfort like please. he would probably never speak unless he sees someone's head gets ripped off there body.

It's said flat out in episode 27

That he has the option to speak but he doesn’t why? Because he hates his voice and if he hates his voice sm he chose to not speak for yearsss what makes u think he would speak for the sake of someone else's comfort when doing that only pains him? he is selectively mute for a reason I'm not saying he doesn’t have a voice but at least if u headcanon him to speak in the future at least let it be for his own sake instead of doing it for someone else or make it about ur ship.

5 | Relationship with family

Starting with his parents I don’t think they are bad parents at all they tried to help him as much as they could but they couldn’t so they opened up other options and let him move away and heal even if he’s not with them I think what the did is a good choice for their situation and their relationship would still be great tbh considering the distance

now onto Lily

I honestly can talk about them for days. I love them

Their relationship is so sweet the way Lily is stuck to him every chance she gets and ah also used to sing to her can you imagine how she felt seeing her brother coming home later and later covered in bruises not singing to her to sleep anymore watching him sneak out

she basically watched her brother spiral down and then leave she was probably too young to really understand what was going on fully so now she just wants to spend all the time she can with him and he tries to make up for lost time :(

now Aiden

most people probably forgot Aiden is the closest person to Ben and the same goes the other way around.

Aiden is a life long friend of Ben’s

he literally trusts him, follows him everywhere and lets him decide for him

they spent most of their time together since Ben moved in they live together there stuck together.

Aiden probably helped him a lot mentally helping him try new things and be more carefree

Ben also probably helped him mentally and physically patching him up and looking out for him overall,

I see some Aiden fics that are like “Oh no Ben’s gonna be so upset at me 😖” and they make him act like a nurse, not a friend and he just bandages him up then leaves as if nothing happened and someone else comes and in does all the comforting

like I can count all the fics where Ben acts like a decent person and I'd still have more fingers up than down,

it’s so upsetting how ignored their relationship is in this fandom they deserve so much more honestly.

6 | Relationship with friends

he is definitely the therapist friend

He is that kind of friend that you can tell everything to him going from weird food to the worst time of your life and won't even realize it

his friendship with Ash is very chill not the closest I'd say,

they're really just trying to keep their peace lmao

his friendship with Taylor

I imagine them as gossip girls tbh Ben being a quiet kid while Taylor is popular they definitely know some good gossip

his friendship with Tyler is something he used to find him irritating but then he realized they have a lot in common especially when Tyler was teaching him guitar which was precise since he was the one who offered

and his friendship with Logan

it's really sweet Logan would try to teach him gardening while they talk about their interests

and be absolute nerds together lmao

overall the friendship between all of them is really sweet ik I didn’t give it justice here but the found family trope and the way they find comfort in each other is just everything to me

And I'm done yappin hope u enjoyed that because that was over 1,5k words

if u have any questions feel free to ask 🫡

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mmikmmik · 13 days ago

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One underrated aspect of Mouthwashing is that it's really good as a video game.

I thought the player feedback was super strong. There's so many little gimmicky nightmare worlds and "minigames" and the game really helps you understand them very quickly and keep up the momentum. There were only a couple times I got stuck for long enough that I felt like it was breaking me out of the narrative, and I was able to resolve them pretty quickly. And one of them was my own fault - I was trying to use an item somewhere the devs had already indicated it was impossible, because I forgot about the little framing that pops up to indicate you can go into "interaction mode". That's a great little UI mechanism for making it super obvious what is and isn't interactive while still being unobtrusive and letting you feel immersed in the ship environment. Oh, and using the birthday cake scene to introduce the sawing mechanic? So when the player saws at Curly's leg, it's an incredibly powerful callback and the player already knows what they're supposed to do, defending the emotional punch from a "wait... which buttons am I supposed to press for this...?" moment? Brilliant.

Mouthwashing also has beautiful interplay between its gameplay elements and its storytelling. I think of Mouthwashing as "movie-like", because I feel like the pacing + tone + themes remind me very much of horror movies, but this story is meant to be a game. Think of the scene where Jimmy is basically telling Curly that he intends to destroy the ship. It starts with the player controlling Curly in first person POV. But right as Jimmy is talking about how Curly doesn't have agency in his own life ("You're standing at the top. Feet in cement. I get it now.") the camera escapes Curly's perspective and moves into a third person perspective, giving us our first look at pre-crash Captain Curly.

That was the last moment Curly had to avert the tragedy. He knew Jimmy had attacked Anya. Anya told Curly that Jimmy must be physically prevented from accessing the means to hurt the rest of the crew. Jimmy said it would be best if they all just died and then walked away saying "I'll take care of it" and Curly stood there watching him and did nothing. In chronological order, the next scene is the first time the player controls Jimmy. The agency and control, the status of "player character", has left Curly. He let himself become a character in Jimmy's story. And by the time he gets control again, it's already too late.

(Not that I think the game is actually presenting "player character" status as something that's true or real. Look how much Anya's internal life and deliberate choices shape the story, before and after the crash, even as Jimmy casts her as an annoying quest-giver NPC.)

I also really like how much playing through the little nightmare vignettes have the player recreate Curly and Jimmy's decisions. Like when Jimmy is forced to stare directly at the post-it note that's telling him to take responsibility (or whatever the exact words are), but he simply backs away from it. It's all about the way he finds mental and emotional loopholes to get away from what he's done, no matter how directly he's forced to confront it. What other medium could so intimately guide you through that metaphor, to express its internal logic so clearly without words? God, I love video games.

#mouthwashing

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whenishipiluxurycruiseit · 7 months ago

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After reading some twts about how the reveal should not affect the kaishin fandom bc of how old it is and how most old shippers had the suspicion of kaishin being related and proceeded to not care and accept and even ship them more leads me to the acceptance stage and the realization stage where this is all fiction and not true thus it will not affect anyone greatly and most of us should realize this too HAHAHA

I mean i had my suspicions too ya know but like i was expecting them to be distantly related not this closely related gahdang gosho JAGDHSHS also i was kinda closing my eyes when i saw how similar toichi and yuusaku looked like when i saw them so AHDGSHS lovelies lets just think that the reveal made the ship spicer that ever

Kaishin may be cousins and what? Its fiction, this ship is old, there are even more worse ships than this, will this hurt anyone? No (unless ur really in deep like delusional deep), will this change the world? No, will this affect your daily life? No, will this change your morals? For me no, cause i know they are not real, why on earth would they change my morals.

Honestly its not just kaishin, there are a lot of ships with this kind of relationship, and other shippers must realize the fact that they are not real and no one will get hurt. If you get disturbed by the fact that we ship cousins/twins/siblings then you may close your eyes and move one to the other post, im not like validating this bc in the real and current world this may seem disturbing but everyone must know the difference between real and fiction, do not do what fiction do but you may learn what fiction do, just put it at the back of your head as an additional knowledge and the possibility that some other people might mix up fiction and real life.

Anyways so much for the monologue JAGSHS

THE REVEAL FIRED ME UP INTO MAKING ANOTHER PROMPT YEEEEY

Like im not even focusing abt how kaishin is cousins anymore but at why toichi did that to his son, what is incest compared to betrayal (not rlly cause kaito still didnt know hes alive BUT STILL THATS HIS KID??? HIS CHILD IN THE EYES OF DANGER?? AND HE LET HIS CHILD DO THAT?? BOY?)?

Like i know he protects kaito at the side (it was on magic kaito 1412 i forgot what episode) but he protects kaito with kaito experiencing trauma bc how tf how dare u use my dead dads face you traitor like that like bro??

I dont even also think that chikage knew that her husband is alive, only yuusaku (like wow cute they mustve been such close siblings but thats not the point) knows that hes alive and yuusaku probs only also knows cause hes yuusaku and yuusaku knows everything in just once glance for some weird ass reason

ANYWAYS SO

My prompt is that (please know that some of the characters are ooc!!! Esp the parents cause they dont show much wth JAGDHSH also ill put in a oc for plot purposes WAHSGAHSGA)

Shinichi, still as conan, was in a pinch and was suddenly saved by a mysterious guy. Whom he thought was like akai san but he sensed someone different like.. KID? No.. dad??

Toichi who saw a kid who looked like his nephew when he was a child is being chased by men in black (who suspiciously looked like snake for some reason but snake doesnt wear shades in the dark cause thats a foolish move) decided to help him and lose the pursuers off his back

“Boya are you ok?” “…..(hmm? What is this feeling.. i feel like i’ve met him somewhere but..)” “boya?” “Ah! Un! Thank you uncle!”

Toichi suddenly thought of shinichi when he heard conans voice saying uncle, it sounds just like 10 yrs ago when he visited yuusakus house to teach yukiko the art of disguise

Toichi then took conan to his guardians when he found out that his parents was in america apparently (1) and he also found out that his guardians were the mouris (2) which was 2 points of suspicion which wasnt that bad but just weird cause why didnt his younger brother tell anything, not that that shit tells him anything at all. Adding to the fact that he has not seen his attention loving smart nephew in the news for a while now then pops out a child that looks like him makes the suspicion highly likely. (Their family kinda has a knack for attracting dangerous orgs, from what he seen to himself and his son, he just hopes his younger brother and nephew didnt get it (which was highly unlikely now too))

Consider his suspicions correct when his younger brother decides to okay dumb (he knows ok, theyre twins for a reason and hes a older brother for a reason) the problem now was which shady org was it and how much does his nephew and younger brother know….

2 weeks later he found out

Apparently he wasnt the only one suspicious of someone

His, (knew it), dear shrunken nephew was too! Bc of one comment from mouri kun (have we met somewhere before?) and his suspicions were proven right when he saw yuusakus phone lying around with his message on the notif screen

(Toichis so proud, thats my nephew, be nosy kid you will go far in life)(it made his nephew cute too 🥰)

and color him suprised when his nephew has a shady org at his back too (he was kinda hoping that his nephew only stumbled on the scene of the crime that was he was chased not being a victim himself sighs the family curse)

and toichi and his nephew (whom just found out they were related with the first kaitou kid, who was supposed to be dead) made an alliance! (it kinda feels good to not only have one person know about your secrets, it also makes him relieved that his nephew has a lot of trusted people at his back other than some bigass shady org)

it also makes toichi happy that his son could be himself (not just kaitou kid but really being kaito his son whom he left with his wife toprotecttonotpullintothismessbutthey-) with his cousin

his son was inlove with his cousin

oh shit

yuusaku why did we not let them meet again

how he found out? he got the front seat

with snake

but does that really matter

(is akai kun included when hes so far away from the build the confession was happening)

(akai kun just shoot snake pls)

then it all went to shit (from his perspective cause wdym kaito did not even notice snake was there so its ok uncle shinichi kun did u also not notice my mental breakdown too)

they apprehended snake, and found out he was just some lackey in the black org and wanted to be the same lvl as gin so hes chasing after some immortality granting stone (yea hes not gonna be on the same lvl as gin hes stupid says his dear cutified nephew)

he told his younger brother about the confession

his younger brother knew all along ever since he caught kaito sneaking in their house to leave a jewel that he stole and saw him caress shinichis face.. yuusaku told him with the face of did u really not see that coming, we never let them meet when they were old enough to remember.

like valid? but at least share the tea gahdang

yukiko also knows? brother? i thought bros before hoes? (he nearly got mauled to death by his mystery loving younger brother, bc how dare you call my wife a hoe? ur the hoe u *spits real talk that hurts*)

after yuusaku hurt him internally he has come to the fact that yea he was worse than his son.. (also who can blame him, shinichi kun has yukikos genes (not that his darling wife is any less beautiful than yukiko, his wifes beauty came from being reckless and he likes that in his woman sighs i miss my wife) and their reckless genes so, with his wifes beautiful and shiny loving gene with his reckless loving gene, shinichi, conan, his nephew was the perfect person for his son. not ignoring the fact that shinichi kun is also a very understanding person. his nephew grew a lot (internally cause well.. he shrunk physically))

and now shinichi is looking at him weirdly

no way

did he not hear his sons confession

"shin kun... what did you think about what my son said to you?" "hm? ah that chase?... isnt it just a chase? oh im sorry uncle if i hurt kaito, it was needed to make it look convincing haha, i dont plan on capturing him rn dw!" "... oh! its ok shin kun ^^"

it was not okay, how does his nephew not notice his sons confession to him? (his son was a child of two phantom thieves, making a heist even grander than it already is shows that his son is courting his nephew SO HOW TF- oh, oh yuusaku just told him that every heist shinichi went to was always that grand so he might not see the difference? oh. oh my gosh.)

how to break this to his son who thought his father was dead

yuusaku just smiled (useless asshole, just bc hes still close to his son even though his son is in another identity now and can still pretend to be his new sons identities father bc of the disguising art that toUICHI HIMSELF TAUGHT HIM)

shinichi kun said to wait till evrything was over, or wait till the black org is down cause he will help explain too cause he hid it too after knowing his undeadness (at least his nephew was helpful, might be yukikos gene)

"you know, ever since i met kaitou kid, i knew that i might need his help to bring this org down, but i never knew that it would be the first kaitou kid that will help me hehe"

his nephew is so cute (yep its yukikos genes, yuusaku could never be like that anymore, still regrets the day where he showed off to his younger brother his magician skills)

the org was brought down but the antidote for shinchis problem still hasnt been made but time is an essence they need to reveal the truth to his family now or it might get worse

family reunion time! :DDDDDDDDD

shinichi went to get his son and wife while he and his younger brother prepares his execution letter

(if u wanna know how shinichi went to get kaito and chikage pls comment! ill write it up on the other post)

"yukiko chan can u-" "nope"

"yuusaku istg id u dont help me we're twins for a reason if i die you die too" "fk u" (helps him)

then it all went to shit (pt 2) (shinichi kun can see it now too, toichi thinks even hakase next door can feel it)

his son did not walk out bc of shinichi kun ("kaito, listen to you father please, you know my situation, its kind of the same but in your fathers case, you are ran" "at least you were close to her!" "does it really matter when all she saw was conan not shinichi?" "but-!" "kaito, the woman i love is slipping before my eyes because i cant go to her like before now! everytime i go back to my body temporarily all i think about is how she will get hurt if the organization realizes i was one of the victims they failed to kill and will go after her and her family and friends! there are numerous people in the org who already knew about my real identity, they mightve been killed or decided to not tell about it but there is no saying they might decide to not do the opposite!"

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materassassino · 7 months ago

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For the prompt ask: hoodie for Joe/Nicky 😉

This one got a bit long, actually... It works though.

One word prompts!

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Somewhere in the Altai Mountains, 1402

They are travelling east again, weary of the never-ending woes of the Mediterranean and Europe, and because Quynh wants to eat what she calls ‘proper food’ again – there is only so much Nicolò can do with imported spices that have lost their potency from travel (when they can afford them). Why they chose this accursed northern route instead of some sensible ship from Jeddah Yusuf will never understand, but Andromache mistrusts the sea in general, and Quynh will go where she goes, which means Yusuf and Nicolò have little choice. She also wants to show them Karakorum, which they have yet to see.

Winter is not close, but there is a chill on the air, especially now evening is falling and the shadows lengthen. Andromache scouts them a place she deems worthy for camp that night (though she is rarely very discerning, and Yusuf would swear she could sleep on a bed of gravel with no complaint), and they settle. Yusuf joins Quynh to fetch water, Andromache tends to the horses and Nicolò starts their fire and starts to prepare their food. It is a well-worn, familiar routine, each night in the wilderness the same as the one before.

Quynh is busy telling him about the time Andromache got herself in a spot of bother with some Gauls in Armorica when they get back to camp, and Yusuf is trying very hard not to trip over he chokes on his own laughter. Andromache scowls, and if the light were better, Yusuf would wager he saw the slightest embarrassed flush on her stoic cheeks.

“Not that one again,” she grumbles, removing her horse’s saddle and blanket. Quynh grins, something sharp-fanged and delightfully wicked.

“You just hate it because it ends with you in a pig sty!” she says. Yusuf wheezes helplessly.

That is when Nicolò sneezes.

Yusuf stops laughing immediately, sets down their filled waterskins and puts his hands on his hips.

“I told you to wear your cloak!” he grumbles. Nicolò has the cheek to roll his eyes, even as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand.

“I am fine,” he retorts, turning back to the fire. He sneezes again.

“God give me strength,” Yusuf mutters, raises his eyes to the heavens and waving his hands beseechingly. He stomps over to their pile of saddlebags and begins rummaging, but he soon stops.

“Nicolò,” he asks, “where is your cloak?”

They all see the way Nicolò’s shoulders tense, creeping up guiltily by his ears.

“Come to think of it,” Quynh says, pursing her lips, “I have not seen it since the village we passed through two days ago.”

Yusuf levels Nicolò with a long glare. “Nico?”

Nicolò rubs the back of his neck. “I think… I think I forgot it. At the inn.”

Andromache guffaws. Yusuf groans. Nicolò is usually so meticulous, but in fairness they had beaten a rather hasty retreat after Andromache got into a fight with a merchant over the treatment of his horses, so it is entirely likely it was simply lost in the whirlwind madness.

“We might not see another settlement until Karakorum itself,” Andromache says, drumming her fingers on her knee. “And it will only get colder the further up we go.”

Yusuf sighs, getting to his feet and fumbling with the clasp of his own cloak. He throws it over Nicolò’s shoulders and sits heavily beside him.

“Do not be stupid, Yusuf,” Nicolò says, shrugging the cloak off. “You need it!”

Yusuf waves him away, dismissive. That causes Nicolò to scowl.

“Well, if neither of you wants it…” says Quynh edging around the fire with a sly look.

“Leave it!” the two men snap in unison, and she darts back, hands raised defensively even as she laughs.

“Share it, you idiots,” Andromache snaps, shaking her head. “We’ll turn one of the spare blankets into a new cloak tomorrow.”

Yusuf and Nicolò both look at her, and then at each other.

“That… seems wise,” Nicolò concedes, and Yusuf muffles a snort of laughter.

They end the evening beneath the same cloak, huddled close together. There is, Yusuf muses archly, little difference with the night before.

Geneva, August 2022

The clouds roll in from almost nowhere, spilling down from the mountains. They don’t herald rain, but they cover the sun and an uncharacteristic chill shrouds the city. They’ve been scouting out potential new safehouses – it’s good to add to the rotation, and it’s time Nile got a few under any of her various shiny new aliases. The prices are eye-watering, but there’s always something to be found somewhere, especially further outside the city.

There’s a slight bite to the air now, just enough to cause some goosebumps. Nile tugs on the cardigan she’d draped over her shoulders that morning, covering her bare arms. Andy does absolutely nothing, because she refuses to let the whims of Mother Nature bother her overmuch. Nicky untie the hoodie from around his waist – unfashionable, as always – and zips it up, sticking his hands in its pockets.

Joe sneezes.

Nicky looks at him, in his optimistic breezy linen shirt and shorts, and raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t even need to say anything as Joe scowls at him.

“It was sunny until a moment ago!” he protests the unspoken accusation.

“Yeah, but the weather lady said it would get cloudy!” Nile pipes up, withering slightly under Joe’s glare.

“Should’ve paid more attention,” is all Andy says with a flippant smirk.

Joe simply folds his arms petulantly and stomps on ahead, attempting to brave the sudden chill. He doesn’t last long before he’s rubbing his arms, and the walk back to the hotel is thirty minutes.

Nicky sighs, and unzips his hoodie again. He drapes it over Joe’s shoulders, completely ignoring Joe’s pout.

“I don’t need it!” he says, about to shrug it off and hand it back like a stubborn fool. Nicky levels him with another long, hard look, and Joe meekly puts it on properly. He allows Nicky to adjust it fastidiously and zip it up, his resigned façade cracking entirely when Nicky plants the most fleeting of kisses on the tip of his nose.

“Oh my God,” Nile says. “That’s so adorable it’s disgusting.”

#the old guard #kaysanova #joenicky #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #andromache the scythian #nile freeman #quynh the old guard #pixie writes #one word prompt #what is an ending i don't know her #we spend more time on the cloak than the hoodie but i think the cloak has a hood so it totally counts shhh

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creative-kny-fics · 1 month ago

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Are you taking requests?

If so could you do lee!tanjiro and ler!giyuu? I don’t have anything particular in mind, just something fluffy and light hearted.

I understand and it’s totally okay if u don’t wanna do this :)

Ur work is amazing and keep it up! <3

Aaaaw thanks! Sorry for the delay, for the moment, I wasn't taking requests, but now I am!

(Note: The fic is set in the future)

Ler: Giyuu Tomioka

Lee: Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro narrates: Finally, a world without demons, a dream longed for from generation to generation, I still don't believe it, we have lived so much, but at the same time, lost so much...

Sometimes I wonder, what would have happened if maybe, and only Perhaps we would have met in another context?

The only thing that kept us in "contact" was the objective of exterminating demons, but after the dissolution of the brotherhood, each one took their own path, for example, Shinazugawa-San left, we don't know where, I usually send him letters but, he doesn't answer them, at least it makes me somewhat happy to know that I am still close to Tomioka-San and Uzui-San and his wives.

'Giyuu-San! Hello! How are you doing?!'

'Huh? Hello Tanjiro! Good morning. I'm fine, I'm still getting used to this, but I'm fine'

'It seems like I came at the wrong time, going somewhere? ?'

'Actually, yes, but you can come with me. I don't think Uzui will mind you accompanying me, after all, he appreciates you, right?'

'I suppose I can accompany him. I trust that Nezuko will be in good hands with Zenitsu and Inosuke. Let's go there!'

Tomioka-San, he looks so different now, I'm glad he smiles more now, his smile is pretty, of course, every smile is beautiful (NOT SHIP)

Giyuu Narrates: Who would have thought, before I used to stay away from my hashira companions, but not anymore.

'Uzui-San! How are you doing?!'

'It's you Kamado! Wow, I think Giyuu brought you with him, I'm glad!'

'Tengen-Sama... Shhh... The baby is asleep... Hello guys, excuse me, but could you please lower your voice...?'

'Oh, sorry, let's go talk somewhere else, shall we?'

'Uzui-San, do you have children?'

Oh, what a shame, I had never told Tanjiro about it, although of course, I found out some time later.

'Hinatsuru-San, you look tired, would you mind if I take care of the baby for you?'

'You're very kind Tomioka-Sama... But, I can handle it...'

'Hinatsuru, love, you haven't slept well these days, I'm sure Giyuu can take care of the baby, after all, she's asleep and she's someone heavy sleeper'

'Well, maybe it's also a good time for Tanjiro to meet Himiko...'

Oh, right, I forgot. Himiko is Suma's daughter, but I don't know what happened, apparently she is still not used to it, that is why Makio and Hinatsuru help her.

'Wo-woah... She... She is just like Miss Suma...'

'Right? Although, it is not yet known, she may end up having Uzui's behavior hahaha.'

'Yeah, I guess...'

'Does the baby weigh you down? If that's the case, I can...'

'No, no, it's okay. It's not the first time I've carried a baby'

'I realize that, the baby seems to feel very comfortable with you'

Tanjiro narrates: It's been a long, long time since I've seen a baby, at least not this close.

I usually saw them but I didn't have time to spend time with them, so when Giyuu-San handed me the baby, I got nervous, it had been a long time since I had held someone so small.

'Looking at her better, she looks a bit like Uzui-San... Is her hair a bit white or is it the reflection of the sun?'

'I don't think so, maybe you're right and the baby has some white locks like Uzui'

'I think so... And... What color are her eyes? Do you have Miss Suma's eyes or Uzui-San's eyes?'

'Someone is very curious hahaha. But, to answer your question, she has a mix of both, they are a shade of red, maybe next time you come, you will find her awake and you will see her eyes'

A shade of red...? I thought... I thought I had already closed that episode in my life... I know I can't relate the slightest thing to my family, but, I can't help it... The last time I saw red eyes in a baby, it was in Rokuta, the youngest of my siblings...

I, I hadn't thought about it... They are no longer here but their memories are clear in my mind...

'Tanjiro, is everything okay? Are you crying'

'Hu-huh? I'm sorry, I guess, I have mixed feelings, I'm fine, I swear.'

Giyuu Narrates: I think something I said has hurt Tanjiro, I don't know exactly what, but for his tone of voice to have changed so drastically, it must be something painful.

'Tanjiro, you don't need to lie. Look, I don't know what happened or what made you sad, but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.'

'I know, Giyuu-San, I know. They're just my thoughts... Don't worry...'

'Can I try to cheer you up?'

'Huh... I think I know what you mean, sure, I guess, but what about the baby?'

Smart guy, although he had a point, the baby couldn't be left unattended, what a dilemma.

'E-eh...! Gi-Gihiyuhu... The ehehehe bahahaby!'

'Kid, I'm just sliding my fingers up and down your neck, is it that bad?'

'I-I mhmhmhm dohohohon't ahahahaha knohohow...! I'll le-lehehet yuhuhu ti-tickle meeee, buhuhuhut when the ba-baby isn't aslehehehehep!'

'Well, you promised. Honestly, I can't consider this tickling. You know well that I tend to be much worse than this, it's not even a warm-up, you're just too ticklish.'

'Yohohou tohohoho... Aaaah!! Gi-Gihu-Gihiyuhuhu!! Ahahahaha!!! Pleheahasehehe!!'

'Think better about your words when you address me, Kamado Tanjiro.'

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #ler!giyuu #lee!tanjiro #kinda angsty

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supercorpkid · 3 months ago

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I was going to send this as an ask too bc tumblr screwed me and put my reblog as a draft but then I saw the new pics of Katie McGrath, got distracted and forgot about it until now lol

Anyways

So, ok, I need to ask (and you can say no, no problem at all) but ever since I read The Other Kryptonian I can’t stop thinking about how I just can’t fucking choose between Kara and Lena!!! You wrote it so fucking well that I can’t choose one and see the other sad. So, could you do an alternative ending where reader end up with both?

I even have this headcanon (I have a bunch of them for this story tbh) where she says she now has two hearts (bc of the device Lena made for her) and they belong to two people, so she can’t choose.

I actually have the whole thing in my mind but idk if you’d like to read it all

But as an added bonus: I also see Lena and Kara falling in love for each other and reader kinda seeing this happen but not wanting to interfere and let them do it in their own pace

The Other Kryptonian - alternative ending.

Ending with both Kara and Lena :)

Word Count: 3215.

Notes: damn it was fun revisiting this story. Hope you enjoy this!

part 1, part 2, part 3

They are all so nice. All of their friends are nice and genuinely good. It makes your guilt sit heavier on your stomach because they are heroes saving the world from people like you. Your heart is also heavy, you don’t think you can tell them many of the awful things you’ve done.

After a while talking with all of them, you spot Lena coming out of the elevator. You don’t know exactly what your face says, but Lena can read it perfectly when she comes closer and holds your free hand -the one Kara isn’t still holding.

“I’m glad you all got a chance to meet Y/N, but I think it’s time for her to rest.” Lena blinks at you, etched with support. You nod, suddenly feeling that you should rest for sure.

“You know, I was about to say that.” Alex adds, her hand makes way to your shoulder, and she squeezes lightly. “Go rest, we’ll be here when you wake up.”

Kara looks at you, query in her eyes. “You ok? I can fly you home so you can rest better.”

“Oh.”

Home.

That’s a word you haven’t said in a while. Where would that be? The room Lex used to keep you in? Your old house in Midvale? The ship? Krypton?

“I think Kara meant her home.” Lena explains when she sees how confused you are. “But maybe you should come with me.”

It’s almost unnoticeable, but at that Kara holds your hand a little bit tighter. And Lena’s heart beats a little bit faster.

“No. I mean, what if Lex comes back for her? I have to protect her.”

“Well, she can protect herself, she is also Kryptonian. Besides, I should be around to see if the second heart is working properly.”

Alex, hearing that, takes one little step backwards, aware of something you are not. Everyone else that was watching the interaction, looked somewhere else and engaged in meaningless conversations. You look down on your hands, intertwined with both women, feeling incapable of letting go of any of them.

“If the heart stops working, I’ll fly her back here in a blink of an eye.”

“Sure, and if Lex comes back for her I’ll use the watch and you’ll be there in a blink as well, won’t you?” Lena pulls your hand slowly. “Besides, I have extra space. Your apartment would be kind of cramped. She needs to actually rest; she won’t be able to do that on your couch.”

“My couch is very comfortable.” Kara speaks out of greeted teeth. “And she would obviously sleep in the bed with me. We’ve done that many times before, right Y/N?”

You’re not sure it’s a real question when Kara gives Lena a wry smile. Everyone else in the room is clearly trying to hide their discomfort at the situation, but all breathes are stuck in their lungs after the question, and you can feel the tension wrapping around your throat as your breath also gets stuck in your lungs.

“Oh.” And all of sudden all eyes are on you. “Maybe I should stay on the med bay?” You plead at Alex with your eyes, and she agrees promptly.

“Yes! I have yet to clear her permanently.” Alex comes back closer, hands on your shoulders. “Well, come on. A little bit more of the yellow sunlight won’t hurt.”

Both let go of your hand, unable to argue with that logic. Alex helps you back into the med bay, turning the yellow lights back on.

“You know,” She starts, giving you another pillow so you can get more comfortable. If only she knew this is the most comfortable you’ve been in years. “It’s a hard choice, but one you’ll have to make.” Alex taps on your hand lightly. “I can’t hide you out here forever.”

You let out a smile at that, and she smiles back at you.

“Hey,” You call her a moment before she leaves the room. “Thank you. Lena told me you’ve helped, and I know you did the surgery too. I know I’m a wanted criminal…” You choke on your words after that. It’s true, but still not easy to admit it out loud.

Alex assures you. “It was all Lex. I can tell the difference.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t really like me before that either.” You force a smile out.

“Water under the bridge.”

And just like that, all of those times you thought about Alex and why she hated you faded away.

It’s funny, having dreams. You were never once for having different dreams every night. But this time there was no falling from the sky. No yelling for you to run and protect yourself. No begging for your safety whatsoever.

It was only blue and green. Blue sky. Green grass. Blue ocean. Green trees. Blue eyes. Green eyes. Love and love.

It’s a hard choice, but one you’ll have to make.

It's a decision between secrets, deep understanding, familiar touches, hearts that play the same symphony, and love. It’s about going back to what is known. To what was supposed to happen all along. It’s choosing blue.

It’s a decision between blunt honesty, desperate trust, touch-starved skins, strong holds on hearts, and love. It’s about taking the leap. It’s about closing the distance your body has been protesting all along. It’s choosing green.

A hard choice, indeed.

--------------- different ending starts here ---------------

You wake up to the warmth of the artificial sun on your skin. You haven't felt this good in—well, maybe ever. Now, you're free to use your powers as you wish, not at the command of others. And best of all, beside you are the two women you’ve loved most in your life.

"Baby," you hear, the voice as familiar as your own heartbeat. You open your eyes, hardly daring to believe they aren’t playing tricks on you. But there she is—Kara Danvers, standing in front of you with a hot plate of waffles, just like she used to when you were both teenagers. And right beside her is Lena Luthor, her eyes bright as she hands you a steaming mug of coffee. You think this might be the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

"Can we talk to you for a little bit?" Lena asks gently.

You nod, a bit wary of revisiting the uncomfortable situation from last night. Kara places the plate on the bed, and you start eating before either of them can say another word. It’s been ten long years since you last had waffles, and you’d forgotten just how good they taste. Your mouth is full when Lena begins again.

"We talked about what happened last night." Lena pulls a chair over and sits down in front of you. Kara turns off the sunlight simulator, then joins her, sitting down in front of you.

"We don’t want that to ever happen again," Kara says, reaching for your hand. "We made you uncomfortable, and everyone around us." She takes a deep breath, clearly holding back tears. "It’s obvious that we both have feelings for you. You were the only person I’ve ever loved like this. I tried to have other relationships, but no one understands me like you. No one ever will."

"I know," you whisper, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. "I feel the same."

"And I would give anything to have you by my side again. It would be—Rao, baby, it would be everything. We’d fly around the world, helping people like we always dreamed. And you’d finally get to explore Earth’s history. There are so many things I want you to see."

You squeeze her hand tighter. "Why are you saying this like it can’t happen?"

"It could. But I'm not going to make you choose me. I want you to be happy, and if happy is Lena, then — then I want that for you."

"And I want the same." Lena says reaching for your free hand. "I want you to have it all. You’re here, and you’re safe. And I finally have you next to me and darling, I’ll do everything I can to give back all that Lex stole from you." Lena smiles at you and you can no longer hold the tears back. "If you want to be with Kara, I'll support you no matter how I feel. I’m not going to hold you back from happiness"

"I—" There's a tennis size ball on your throat and you can't even swallow. "I can't decide. I love both of you. And I — I need the two of you equally. I've gone so long alone. I don't want that anymore."

Kara's arms are the first you feel around you, but Lena is quick to hold you too.

"You are never going to be alone again, darling. We are all here for you."

The embrace feels like home, a place you never thought you'd find again. The warmth of Lena's arms, the steady comfort of Kara's presence—these are the things you've missed for so long. The weight of years of loneliness and fear melts away in their hold.

When you finally pull back, you see the tears in their eyes mirror your own. Kara's smile is soft, and Lena’s touch on your cheek is gentle, grounding you in this moment.

“I don’t know how this will work, or if it will at all.” you admit, voice trembling. “But I don’t want to lose either of you. I can’t.”

Kara nods, squeezing your hand. “We’ll figure it out together," she says, extending her hand to Lena. In a moment, they’re holding hands too. "All of us.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you allow yourself to hope. Maybe this can work. Maybe you don’t have to choose. Maybe love doesn’t have to be divided like it has been all your life. Maybe the three of you can find a way to share it.

The tension that once filled the room dissipates, replaced by a sense of peace. You take a deep breath, feeling lighter than you have in years.

Lena looks at you, her eyes full of warmth. “You don’t have to rush anything, darling. We have time now. We'll figure out how to make this work for the three of us.”

Kara nods in agreement. “Yeah, there’s no need to decide everything right now. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

You smile at both of them, feeling a sense of relief. “I’d like that.”

Kara's eyes smile, as well as the rest of her face, and she comes closer to kiss your forehead. You close your eyes to it, can't help but to. It's been years since your touch-starved skin has received any love, any proof that you are deserving of more than suffering. You can’t help the way your heart swirls with joy at this small gesture.

It's almost too long to be considered innocent. And before you even open your eyes, you feel another pair of lips, and you can't believe how well you know the difference, kissing your temple.

"I was never not thinking about you." Lena whispers in your ear, and a smile tugs at your lips, unbidden but welcome.

"I've missed you everyday since the last time I saw you." Kara whispers in your other ear, and you feel another kiss being planted on your cheek.

And another on the other cheek. And another on the tip of your nose. Eye. Chin. Every inch of your face is showered with love and devotion, and your heart, Rao! Your heart has been beating so fast and hard, you're scared of failing you.

"We'd do anything for you." You're not sure who said that, or at least who started the sentence, but you know that by the end of it, both voices had mingled and it was your favorite sound.

You slowly open your eyes, when you don't feel any kisses on your face for a few seconds. Kara and Lena are still so close, you can feel that you are all sharing the same breath. Eyes so close, blue and green are about to become one. Or even better, yours.

"Please," You reach for their faces, each palm on one of their cheeks. "Please," You beg again. You beg with your mouth, and with your eyes. Your love begs in silence and preaches in scream.

"Anything you want."

Lena's lips touch yours for a brief second before they are replaced by Kara's and oh Rao, if only you knew all along this would be your future. If only you knew it was not a choice, but a balance. Not division, but unity. If only you knew you'd get what you've been searching for all your life.

"Lena," You blink at her and you can read her eyes perfectly as if you never once stopped seeing them, "I — I love you. It's you and all the things you do. You're all that I would think about."

She blinks too, starry-eyed and understanding. Face etched with love and desire. So, before you even ask her permission for it, she leans in, her lips meeting yours, her breath mingling with yours. This—this feels sacred, like something holy. And who else would hold you if not her?

It's perfect, incredible, but there is an itch on your throat, there's something more to be said. There's someone else to be touched and felt and loved. And Lena knows it too, for when she separates your lips, she gives you a nod and space so you can tell Kara what you need.

"Kara," You hold her face close to yours so you can whisper in her mouth, "Shovuhodh khuhp w rraop ehm tiv ewuhshehd im tiv aorghuhs uldifirstunia chao ukep."

Kara's eyes are full of tears because she remembers your mom teaching both of you a few sentences in Kryptonian and this is one you'd always say while looking deep inside Kara's eyes. I love you to the end of the ever-expanding universe and back.

And as an answer, she holds your face closer and kisses you like she would all those years ago. Hearts synchronizing playing the known symphony. Souls bleeding so. And who's gonna know you if not her?

This happens once every few lifetimes. You're sure. Who else can tell that they found love in two beautiful souls? In two people who care about you so deeply, they're willing to share and come together and overflow.

When you look at their faces again, you're sure. The three of you will be able to make this work. The certainty is bone-deep within you.

But your life has never been just about good things. In fact, it rarely was. Even as your heart swells with love, threatening to burst from your chest, a voice slices through the warmth, pulling you back to a darker reality. And in a heartbeat, you find yourself thrust to the opposite end of the emotional spectrum.

“You all have something that belongs to me,” Lex’s voice cuts through the air, icy and cruel. Panic surges through your body, locking the breath in your lungs as your eyes widen in fear.

“Stay here,” Kara instructs, rising to her feet immediately. But Lena senses the shift in the atmosphere and follows her instinct, standing up as well. You’re left behind in the med bay, though you can see and hear everything unfold with alarming clarity.

“I’m sorry, sis," Lex sneers. "But I won’t share my pet with you. I thought I made that perfectly clear. Now hand it back, or suffer the consequences.”

A kryptonite gun gleams menacingly in his hand, and it’s pointed straight at Kara’s head. No. No. You will not let this happen. Lex will not hurt anyone else because of you, nor will he use you as a weapon against the people you love. Without a second thought, you speed into the room, positioning yourself in front of Kara and Lena, shielding them from the man who’s tormented you for so long.

“Lex,” you say, your voice steady despite the storm raging within.

“Oh, there she is. Come on, alien," he taunts, brandishing a remote control in front of you. But you hold your ground, eyes fixed on his face.

“You can’t hurt me," you declare with quiet resolve.

Lex scoffs, then presses the button meant to flood your body with kryptonite. But nothing happens. His face contorts in disbelief, fury simmering beneath the surface. He doesn't wear his frustration for long, though, as he snarls through clenched teeth, “I can always hurt you.”

You glance back at Kara and Lena, and in that moment, you know his threat is hollow. No matter what Lex does, no matter how much kryptonite he throws at you or how far his malice reaches, these two women would lay down their lives for you—just as you would for them.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” you warn, gesturing to those standing around you. “You’ve managed to piss off two Kryptonians, one Martian, one Coluan, one human-Naltorian, one badass agent, and your genius sister. Do you really think that a kryptonite gun will save you now that you’ve run out of people to fight your battles for you?”

It’s not the victory you’ve fantasized about for years, nor the vengeance you once craved. It doesn’t come close to the justice he deserves for all the horrors he’s unleashed. But to watch Lex Luthor stand down, to see the realization dawn on him that he no longer holds any power over you feels more liberating than anything you could have imagined.

“Don’t come near us again,” you say, your voice filled with the steel of conviction. “You know the terrible things I’ve done for you, and what I’m capable of doing to you now.” It’s an empty threat, but he doesn’t know that.

“Aliens,” he spits, disgusted, before opening a portal and vanishing from the Tower.

Lena's house is huge, but lacks character. Kara is happy to change that by moving things from her flat. Slowly, the space begins to fill with her colorful additions—bright pillows, whimsical lamps, and blue throw blankets that add a pop of warmth to the cool, neutral tones.

Lena’s massive bed, once so wide and cold, feels smaller now. Cozier. Especially with you sandwiched between the two of them, pillows surrounding you like a fortress.

Routine comes easily. What started as one-on-one moments with each of them gradually blossoms into a shared rhythm, a natural flow in which all three of you find comfort, passion, and peace in each other’s arms. Their love for you is steadfast, unwavering, and it only deepens with time. Just as your love for them grows stronger, you also witness the quiet affection they nurture for each other getting less hinted and more obvious. You’re grateful that you get to see it unfold, to experience it up close.

It turns out, you do have a home. It may have taken you long to figure it out, but now you know. Home, for you, is not a place—it’s the people who complete you. Kara is your Krypton—your origin, your understanding, your soulmate. Lena is your Earth—your deep-rooted connection, your forged and enduring love.

And together, it feels just like home.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x reader #lena x reader #reader insert #supergirl fanfiction #alex danvers #supergirl imagine #kara x lena x reader

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alsoamalthia · 3 months ago

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You ask for fandom questions, Questions like THESE??? :DDD :

How in the world did you end up in this little football fandom of ours?

The youngest memory you have of Supa Strikas?

What character do you wish we could have more of?

Out of any background character from Supa Strikas, which one do you wish would come back as a recurring character more?

Any ships you ship??? (Platonic can also apply)

Most important question (sorta) for any Supa fan, which team from the Supa Strikas Universe you would play for? And why?

TYSM!

1) How in the world did you end up in this little football fandom of ours?

I knew Supa Strikas as early as 2011; I started watching it around Season 2. I just didn't expect that it'd have a fandom here on Tumblr bec I admit that it's not as mainstream as Star Wars, LOTR, or Harry Potter, so seeing everyone here was truly a surprise.

And to answer the question what brought me here only now? Early in July 2024, I decided I want to franchise a Caltex.

Because I remember they sponsored the Southeast Asian release of Supa Strikas (I'm not sure if I got the details correctly) and I love the show so much that whenever I see a Caltex, I remember the show. And I got the idea of franchising it because there's this one Caltex in my home town that is very beautiful and everytime I go past it, I always whisper "I'll build one that's prettier."

2) The youngest memory you have of Supa Strikas.

Okay, this is somewhere around 2009-2010, I was ten years old. It was the very first time I saw the commercial of Supa Strikas on Disney Channel. Me, my sister, and my uncle all commented on the Caltex logo on their jerseys.

The first time, I saw the actual show, I wasn't interested. Then, my uncle's son (my cousin) love football so much that he started to watch the show. At some point, my sister and I joined watched one episode with him (I think this was Led Steppin) and found out that the show was so good.

Then I have another early memory, I go back to it a lot because of the choice I had to make. Back then, we didn't have the convenience a streaming site offers so when two shows or movies air at the same time, we had to choose one. My sister and I watch Supa Strikas on its late night encore because we can't find the time to watch it during daytime, and while waiting for it, we switched the TV to HBO and it was The Lovely Bones. We decided to watch it while waiting for SS, then it got so interesting we almost forgot to switch back to Disney. But before switching, we both stopped to decide. My sister asked, "Do we continue the movie and skip Supa Strikas tonight?" And I really did spent a moment to think, but my answer was, "Nah, I won't ever sacrifice Supa Strikas for this." The episode was Dancing Rasta on Ice.

3) What character do you wish we could have more of?

This is a fun question because I've been thinking about this lately: since we already had Rookie Season why not try to make another prequel series where it was the era of Coach and everyone else? Remember that one episode they entered a game where they played against the greats? I'd love to have a spin-off about their era.

4) Out of any background character from Supa Strikas, which one do you think should come back as a recurring character more?

Kat. Because I'm gay for Kat.

5) Any ships you ship?

Shakes x Riano. Platonic or no, I love them sm.

6) For any Supa fan, which team from the Supa Strikas Universe would you play for? And why?

Barka. Because there is nothing more I want than to be meters away from Riano.

Or I could also play for Nakama. So I can be close to Miko.

*squints eyes* Hmmm I'm seeing a pattern here.

And this is the only Ask I'm going to answer for now because I honestly haven't seen Rookie Season yet. It's like since I knew Shakes and Skarra used to be friends and parted ways as early as 2011 (meaning for more that half my lifetime), I kinda think Rookie Season is something I'm not yet ready to unpack.

So, thank you @mimpinightmare for granting this little request of mine, and would it be okay to borrow this question and ask this around?

#yayyy fandom questions!#tysm for the ask!#and ilyasm #supa strikas #supablr

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transformers-mosaic · 5 months ago

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Transformers: Beast Wars - Second Chances - Page 2

Originally posted on February 2nd, 2011

Story - Curt Lunsford Pencils - Ryan Miller Inks - Jake Isenberg Colours - Ray Fromme Letters - HdE

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wada sez: Starscream’s ghost returned in the Beast Wars episode “Possession”; here, he’s back again, and he finds the dead body of Terrorsaur, who was last seen turning into a Transmetal as he fell into lava inside the Darksyde in “Aftermath”. Terrosaur’s actual toyline-only Transmetal toy is used for the character’s design. In case you didn’t know, Ryan Miller is prominent fanartist TGPing, who achieved popularity in recent years with his stunning watercolors of Beast Wars characters and toy-accurate G1 characters, and managed to sneak in a couple of covers for IDW before they closed up shop. His work here reflects his toy-accurate approach, as Starscream has been drawn specifically as his Masterpiece body for some reason. This was originally going to be Page 7 of the comic, but was bumped up earlier; according to a later comment by Shaun Flaherty: “Starscream's Page 2 originally occurred much later, but as we assembled the pages, it seemed to interrupt the natural flow of the "Beast Wars" characters' stories, so we sort of squeezed it in near the beginning. I feel comfortable with the idea that he's watching the events unfold along with the audience until an opportunity presents itself for him to intervene on his own behalf, but it is a long time between when the seed is planted and its payoff.” See the original script below, as well as Curt’s “Writer Spotlight”.

Second Chances Page 7

Panel One

(Shot of a twinkle in space. This doesn‘t have to be very large)

TEXT BOX: Maximals…

TEXT BOX: Predacons…

Panel Two

(Shot of a grey and red blur flying toward the Predacons ruined base/ship. This also doesn‘t need to be that large)

TEXT BOX: Tremble in fear…

Panel Three

(Reveal of Ghost Starscream, screaming out loud above the ruined Predacon base/ship in a triumphant pose. Starscream‘s spark is pulsating and clearly visible inside of his chest)

Starscream: Starscream has returned!!!!

TEXT BOX(Lower right hand corner): …

TEXT BOX(Lower right hand corner): Where is everyone?!

Panel Fopr

(Shot of Transmetal Terrorsaur‘s arm, “encased“ in cooled lava. It’s grasping toward the air, very similar to what we saw when Terrosaur was going into the lava during the episode “Aftermath”. Starscream can be seen hovering in the air above)

TEXT BOX: Hmm, what’s that?

Panel Five

(Shot of Ghost Starscream entering into the ground around the arm.)

TEXT BOX: Looks like someone forgot one of their toys.

Panel Six

(Shot of Transmetal Terrorsaur “clawing” out of the ground. It should be done in a way that the reader doesn’t quite know exactly what it is yet)

SOUND EFFECT: Crrrack…

TEXT BOX: Huh, seems a little broken…

Panel Seven

(Reveal of Trasnmetal Terrorsaur, He’s in a “cool” pose, but is very heavily damaged, maybe even blackened somewhat. Somewhere near his feet we can see the remains of McDonald’s Transmetal Scorponok if the artist wishes)

Starscream: …but that doesn’t mean it won’t be fun to play with!

Beast Wars. I think for me, it’s the series that sort of kept the Transformer spark in me alive. However, it’s also kind of a weird series, as I keep it segregated in my mind from the rest of my Transformers. Allow me to explain: Being born in ‘85, by the time I was old enough to remember, Transformers was off the air. But there was the semi-local video store, hand-me-down and a few new Transformer toys, some G1 episodes of my own, various “Action Cards”, and a very cool big brother to help fill in my imagination. So even though I didn’t get to see G1 firsthand, I can honestly say that Transformers was definitely a part of my early childhood. But, in hindsight, I’d say Beast Wars played a very integral part in keeping me with Transformers. Ya see, I didn’t have cable/satellite until I was 12. Therefore, my knowledge of G2 was sketchy at best, and I only got a whole nine figures from the line when I was a kid, all Decepticons oddly enough. However, my awesome big brother was in college at this time, and he came home on the weekends, and he usually brought me home a tape of cartoons I couldn’t see otherwise. It was through this method that I saw that unforgettable commercial... “In the beginning, there was the beast. But it’s more than meets the eye, it’s a robot in disguise!” I saw it, and said to myself “Hey, Transformers, cool!” So I watched the commercial a few times, and immediately wanted Dinobot. However, he wasn’t first Beastformer, that honor goes to McDonald’s Manta Ray. It took a little while for my brother to find out when Beast Wars was airing and start taping me episodes, but in the meantime I again took up renting G1 episodes from the library and getting a few Beast Wars figures in the process. Because of this, I was mystified the first time I laid eyes on Gorilla Optimus Primal and T-Rex Megatron. “That doesn’t make sense, they’re supposed to be a bat and a crocodile!” When I finally did get to see some select, mostly first season episodes of Beast Wars, I immediately recognized it as a good show. As I learned the characters, I collected a few more figures, though not too many. Years later I realized that, barring Snapper and the McBeasts, all the characters I got when I was “a kid” were from the show! Of course, oddly enough, I always kept my Beast Wars in a box by themselves. Once in awhile they’d have adventures with my other Transformers, Super Heroes, G.I. Joes, etc., but for the most part they stayed separate. Anyway, even though I got satellite in ‘97, it wasn’t until around ‘99 that I finally got to see Beast Wars in it’s entirety when FOX re-aired the series. If I recall correctly, I watched it every day it was on, and loved every episode. Time went by. I watched the first season of Beast Machines, but wasn’t really impressed at the time. The DreamWave comics came out, Rhino released certain episodes of G1. This, and a very cool bootleg lot containing all G1 and CG Beast Wars/Machines episodes my brother bought, firmly cemented me into the realm of the Transformers. I was here to stay. But what does that have to do with Beast Wars? Well, in that lot there was a “commercial” tape that had various commercials and U.S./Japanese intros to nearly every Transformers series at the time (up to Car Robots). It was through this that I learned about Beast Wars II and Neo. I was intrigued. Suddenly I wanted to know more about those characters and that Universe. Well, for a long time that was my only knowledge. When I finally got the Internet, I looked into Beast Wars II and Neo, though I’ve yet to see either of those series with the exception of a couple fan-dubbed episodes and the BWII Movie on YouTube. But I did learn about all these cool non-show Beast Wars characters, and I wanted more. So for the longest time, I kinda ignored the Beast Wars CG series. In my mind, it was done, and everything about those characters had been told. I eagerly awaited the DreamWave Beast Wars series once I saw it would star non-show characters (though we all know what happened there), and I loved IDW’s “The Gathering”. But I still had little interest in the original Mainframe Beast Wars cast. I’d seen the show through a few times by this time, and the show had lost some of it’s original luster. The Beast Era was over, it was all about G1 homages. Therefore, when new Beast Wars material surfaced, I was more interested in new Beast Wars exploits, with new non-show characters. Then I received the invite to join what would become BEAST WARS: Second Chances. I, of course, wanted in on writing the story because, heck, Mosaic is a really fun project and I’d been itching to co-write something. So I took another look at the series. When we got into the nuts and bolts of things, I started to realize again why I liked those characters to begin with and I looked at the Beast Wars show in a new light. It was still good, but I started to see things I hadn’t seen before. There were aspects of characters that could still be explored and stories yet to be told. The magic is back and now I look forward to hunting down figures from the show I never got. Surprisingly, Dinobot II is among them (you’ll all find out why soon enough). So all in all, I’d say Beast Wars is kind of a weird area for me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be as enamored with it as much as G1 or Animated, but Second Chances has certainly rekindled my love for the series as a whole. -- Curt Lunsford

#Transformers #Beast Wars - Second Chances #Maccadam #Beast Wars #Curt Lunsford #Ryan Miller #Jake Isenberg #Ray Fromme #HdE #official creator #Starscream #Terrorsaur

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shittalkcornstalk · 1 year ago

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“Take One For The Team”

Part 4

Synopsis- A throwback to your first encounter with Buggy! Also after being encouraged by an unknown ally, Buggy finally feels that things are working in his favor, maybe it’s time to take that next step?

A/n- It’s been a bit since the last upload, but I finally have some new content! This chapter is short cause the next one is a doozy! I’m gonna start a taglist if anyone wants to be added just lmk! As always let me know if I miss anything in the warnings :)

Warnings- xfemreader! , Use of Y/n, 18+ minor dni, Eventual Smut, mild manipulation, alcohol use, abuse of power slightly

Word count 2k

Chapter 4 “A New Perspective”

It was a fairly smooth outing for the rest of the day. The shopping proceeded as usual and you helped the Captain carry around the bags he needed, though he ended up dragging most of the bulk. You insisted you could carry a larger load, he’d seen you help with cargo before, but he grumbled something and readjusted the weight in his arms.

“It’s fine, I’d look like a real jerk making you carrying all my shit-“

He had a public image to maintain. You laughed it off and picked up the last few things before heading back to the ship with him. As you boarded the ship you noticed a couple of men looking at you and the captain before turning their heads to mumble something you didn't quite make out, nothing important probably. You'd drop off the bags in his work room before going to your own to plop down on your bed and rest. Even if it was a casual day of shopping and dining, the stress of keeping appearances and all that walking took it out of you. Your thoughts kept drawing back to each moment laughing and enjoying Buggy’s company. His lit up eyes at the sight of the explosives, his bright smile, and the laugh he had (even when it was at your expense…) all these things sunk you deeper into your bed and pulled you into a cozy comfort. What would have happened if you never approached the captain that day, if you never caused that spark in him.

You remember the day you saw his ship dock on your island it wasn’t too hostile of a takeover. He sure tried to make it one , but he soon learned there wasn't much to loot. He docked for a day. He needed him and his crew to recuperate, after all your town wasn't gonna put up a fight. You’d been held up in your lonely apartment until you felt it safe enough to leave and explore what the crew had done to your town. There wasn’t much to distinguish between the previously abandoned buildings and the ones ransacked from the pirates. It all looked like the same rubble to you. The town you were staying in wasn’t anything sentimental, you’d been jumping for a bit now trying to find somewhere. With your lease ending soon and no commitments to the town or work you’d been doing, maybe it was time to seek new employment. You’d wanted a life out of the sea growing up, but that would've been as a marine, becoming a pirate would seem like a jump into unknown waters. Still you wanted to see what this crew was all about, maybe they’d be willing to take you to your next destination for some extra labor.

You headed out to where it seems the most commotion was and found the band of Pirates. It was an intriguing sight to see a crew full of all sorts of misfits. A clown sat big and tall in the center in the bar they’d ransacked. There was broken glass on the floors and a couple of the local tough guys were out cold on the floor. His voice carried through the crowded room in a vibrato you could feel ringing in your chest. He laughed and cheered to another successful day, though you’d eventually learn this was not very true. He plopped himself over into a private booth with a couple of people you’d later come to know as your friends Cabaji and Moji. You forgot they were there when you introduced yourself to Buggy for the first time, they saw just how smugly he looked at you approaching him. You at the time were too set on a working mindset to notice the shifting glances over your body, and the chuckles he’d held under his breath as you spoke. You talked to him very directly that day you introduced yourself to him, he always liked that you did that.

“Hello, you are the pirate captain known as Buggy the Clown, correct?” He nods, motioning his hands for you to keep talking” Well my name is y/n l/n sir and I have come to ask if you were recruiting.”

Buggy seemed a bit shocked, he was hoping you were just some fangirl ,but you wanted to work under him? You didn’t look very strong and you didn't carry any weapons that may allude to a speciality. Though you seemed willing and that's all he really needed out of a crew mate, but you brought something else to the table that the others didn’t. Buggy’s crew were a mostly unfortunate looking bunch of men. They were gruff and intimidating, he knew that social rejects were rarely lookers but they were always loyal. You on the other hand were quite attractive to him, he wouldn’t mind having some eye candy on the ship. He would’ve accepted you right then and there if you were just another man looking for work, but he wanted to test you. You brought out a little malicious intent from the Captain. He’ll see how responsive you are to him somewhere more private.

“Ok y/n, I’m sure there's a room around here somewhere where we can have an audition. I run a tight ship here, I don’t need any stragglers-“ He puffed out his chest a bit and walked past the two, who just happened to notice him float just slightly above the ground to make himself taller. That's a joke they never let you in on, gotta leave some self respect for the Captain.

He sees a small room with a few barrels, it's just some stock room. Based on the low storage it's already been well robbed. He drags a chair behind you with a floating hand and motions for you to sit. You try to hide your shock.

“It’s a devil fruit, gets em’ every time-” He says smugly.

He looks down at you, circling you a vulture. He starts darting out questions to you, trying to make you falter.

“What’s your name again kid?”

“Y/n l/n, Captain” He perked up a bit, you were quick to pick up the honorific.

“And what can you do for me y/n” His hand glides under your chin and lifts your head up to meet his intense piercing blue gaze.

He was playing an intimidating act, as you expected from a pirate .Ultimately this was still a standard job interview, you were gonna play into whatever the interviewer wanted, and that seemed to be obedience and respect. It was true he liked how obedient you were, but why he liked it was beyond you at the time. Knowing what you knew now you regretted not paying closer attention to his lingering hands and watchful eyes, you should’ve guessed from the beginning his intentions with you.

“I can serve wherever you need me sir, I am not much of a fighter, but I can train. I have knowledge on ship maintenance- and I’m not opposed to manual labor.”

In the future when Buggy would go about his own reminiscing about this moment, he’d hang onto that first sentence. ‘I can serve wherever you need me sir’ He repeated those words as he fantasized about what turns that audition could've taken. How vulnerable you looked sitting down looking up at him in the small musty room. He almost regretted not taking you there and then, would’ve saved him from all the stirring emotions you brought out in him.

“I see, we’ll be entering the Grandline in the next year, are you prepared for the danger that entails? This job isn't for the weak of heart. So if you're scared of any of that now, it’d be best to leave while you still can little girl. ”

You hadn’t expected Captain Buggy to be as ambitious as he was, searching for the one piece was no small task. Maybe the Buggy Pirates were a bit out of your wheelhouse, but you needed to get off this island sooner or later. You could always bail in whatever town they raided next if things didn’t work out. Plus the guy interviewing you seemed interesting enough, this could be a fun experience. So you looked past the risk and looked at the Captain with determined eyes, you weren’t some little girl.

“Sounds fine to me, Captain.” You spoke unwaivered. He couldn't get to you and it made him excited in more ways than one. You’d make an excellent addition to the crew and even serve as a little challenge for him. Turns out that challenge would end up with him being a desperate mess for next 6 months…

Buggy later announced your addition to the crew rolling out another barrel of ale for his people. You celebrated with a mug and tried to socialize with your new shipmates. It really was a mismatched sort of men. You saw a woman standing far away looking over you all but you’d assumed at the time she was just an onlooker, not your future ally and matchmaker. Ultimately you packed your bags that night and set sail with the crew the next day.

As you reminisced drifting off to sleep another paced with excitement across the ship. Buggy had finished his shopping day with you in success. He paced in his study thinking about every time you smiled today. Eveytime he made you laugh. When you called him by his first name and it rolled off your lips like it was nothing. He didn’t completely screw the day up and he prayed to whatever god in the sky that was watching over him today would look fondly upon him again. He needed another day like that, he needed every day to feel as good as today felt. He stammered and paced before looking over to the other person in the room.

“You should’ve seen her, the way she twirled her hair, I thought I was fucked when the shampoo thing came up- shes gotta not be completely replused by me right? That's gotta be a sign I’m finally getting somewhere here” His voice sounded pleading, like he had to convince himself that these interactions actually happened. He turned to his confidant and looked for some reassurance. “What do you think Alvida?”

Alvida laughs, she’s well aware of how today was going to play out. She made sure of it. After months of Buggy pestering her about you and what to do, when she finally saw you take interest, she had to start playing both sides.

“You know I think if you just talk to the girl honestly, you’d get where you actually want to be, and not here whining to me about it-'' She spoke candidly.

When she saw you flirt for the first time she knew it wasn’t real, but she could change that. She loved how much less complaining Buggy did in those first weeks, and when you stopped it became incessant. When she got involved she realized Buggy needed to play along too if you were gonna actually fall for him. Just as she started giving you advice, she did the same for him. She told him to be kinder, put on the charm more during training, and most importantly catch you off guard with direct advancements. She was so proud of him the day she paraded you around in the tiny outfit.She was relieved seeing you all flustered and hearing how well the little date she set up today worked. This was a sign that her days with a sappy, yearning, drunk clown would soon be over.

“Why don’t you let her know how you feel at the final night out, that way if anything happens you can drink enough to forget-“

“Fine I’ll think about it…” This would be alot for Buggy to manage, admitting something like this was big for him. But you were worth the risk.

#buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #op buggy #one piece #one peice

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crystalninjaphoenix · 19 days ago

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The Pain of the Past

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 35

First Part | Previous Part | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix

I so badly wanted to work the word "nostalgia" into the title, because fun fact, it comes from the roots meaning "pain" and "homecoming" and I find that factoid really fitting for this chapter. But I couldn't come up with anything good. Anyway! The guys have completed their prison breakout! Now, they have to drop off JJ and his friend somewhere safe. Chase drives them there, and in the process... learns something he never expected to learn. Seems like his life before forgetting wasn't as lonely as he thought... Heh. :3c

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Chase scanned the horizon once again. It was hard to see much of anything. The sun had mostly set, so he couldn’t quite figure out where the sky ended and the sea began. He idly pressed a finger to the transmitter on his throat. “So... are you guys getting close? I can’t really tell.”

“There is a light on the front of the boat,” Schneep’s voice said through the earpiece. “You will see us coming.”

“Maybe we should turn that off?” Marvin’s voice asked, also coming through the earpiece. “We don’t want them to know where we’re going.”

“I don’t think any of us know how to do that,” Schneep said slowly. “Perhaps we should stick back to the original plan? Steal one of the rowboats to go the rest of the way?”

“I didn’t expect it to be this dark, though...” Gwen said quietly. “I say we risk it. We already took a whole ship.”

As they talked, Chase saw a glimmer on the horizon. He squinted at it. “I think I see you guys? Hopefully that’s you and not any of the guys looking for you.”

“I hope not,” Marvin muttered. “Honestly? Now that I’m out of the Vault, their security was a bit more lax than I expected. It was way too easy to pretend to be a guard in there. Especially for a place that was supposed to be impossible to break out of.” He laughed. “The League’s all bark and no bite these days, I guess.”

The light on the horizon got closer. Chase opened his car door. Frosty, lying in the passenger seat, looked up in response. “Hm... yeah, you’re right, not worth standing up for,” Chase said, closing the door. “It’ll get close enough for me to see, anyway.”

“Who are you talking to, Chase?” Gwen asked.

“Oh, oops.” Chase forgot to turn off the transmitter. “Not you guys, just, uh... talking to Frosty. You know, my dog.”

“Aw yeah the cutie!” Gwen cooed. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

“You might, soon,” Marvin said. “I can see the coast coming up.”

“Oh! So that is you guys, then,” Chase said. “I’m waiting at the place. There’s no, uh... dock or anything. How are you going to get off the boat?”

His rental car was parked on a rocky beach. There was no road to get down here. He’d had to leave the highway, find a random dirt road, then go off that road, careful to go in a straight line so he made it to the right place. He really didn’t want to end up at a completely different spot than the one they’d agreed upon. How did they even agree on this spot in the first place? He couldn’t quite remember... but he had a vague idea that Marvin had found it? By scouting it out on maps or something? Well, it didn’t really matter in the end, otherwise he would’ve written it down.

“We’ll uh... figure it out,” Marvin said vaguely.

The light got closer and closer... and eventually Chase could see that it was, indeed, a ship. The ship pulled up to the beach not too far from the rental car... and then it kept going. And going. And going, beaching itself on the coast with a terrible sound of metal grinding against rocks. Frosty whined, upset at the racket it was causing. Chase pet him idly to calm him down until the ship stopped.

After a moment, Chase saw a rope fall over the side, dangling downwards. Schneep, still wearing full Specter gear, got over and climbed down, looking up. Marvin appeared on deck, pulling the rope back up. There was some movement on deck, and then the rope appeared again, now with a loop in the end. And someone climbed over the ship wall, putting their feet in the rope loop and allowing Marvin to lower them down—

Chase inhaled sharply. That was JJ. Jameson. “Oh my god,” he breathed. JJ looked... awful. It was hard to believe he’d only been gone for around a week. He was wearing this pale green jumpsuit that looked baggy even on his thin frame, and as he reached the ground he staggered and almost fell. Schneep had to catch him.

Schneep and Marvin had to repeat the rope thing two more times, one for Gwen, one for this Soren guy that they apparently picked up along the way (they’d explained everything to Chase while they were sailing towards the meeting spot.) Then, as they started to walk over, Chase opened up the car door again and twisted around to face them fully, his legs dangling out into the open air. “H-hey... JJ.” He gave a nervous smile. “How... are you doing?”

JJ returned the smile. Better now that I’m out, I guess.

“Yeah. You look... bad. That place must’ve sucked.”

JJ nodded.

Soren walked up next to him. “So you’re... Chase, then?” He held out his hand. “Soren. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, uh, same, I guess.” Chase took his hand and shook it. He could feel the bones through Soren’s skin. “Apparently you’re that Pathos supervillain.”

“Hah. I don’t like the word villain. It removes the nuance from the situation. But at the same time, there’s some style to it, isn’t there?”

“I guess?” Chase said. “Wow. Your eyes are purple, that’s crazy.”

“Like them?” Soren asked, grinning.

“Yeah, they’re really unique.”

JJ stepped forward, moving close enough to force Soren to step back. Alright, back it up. Where are we going now, Chase?

Chase raised his eyebrow. That cutting-him-off maneuver wasn’t really like JJ. “You don’t need to be so jealous, dude, I just think purple eyes are neat, I’m not stealing your friend from you.”

Jameson inhaled sharply. His face started to turn red, but he quickly repeated his question to distract from that. I’m not jealous. Anyway, where are we going now?

“Marvin has a friend who has a safe house,” Chase explained. “It’s back in Daindover.”

JJ stiffened, eyes clouding. We’re going back there? But... that’s where...

Schneep put his hand on JJ’s shoulder. “I know, you are worried about Anti-Virus, the blackmailer,” he said softly. “But Dahlia is probably in the city. I... I want you to be able to see her as soon as possible. And, well... the League will not expect you to go back there.”

“If you want to go somewhere else, we can find a place, I’m sure,” Marvin assured him. “But that’ll take time. My friend has this safe house prepared already, there’s no electronic devices of any kind. No computers or anything. And none of us brought phones. Anti-Virus can’t find you there.”

After a moment, Jameson nodded slightly. Alright. Let’s go.

“Hm... there’s not much room in this car.” Gwen is peering through the window into the back seat. “We weren’t expecting to pick up Uncle Soren, so we’re down a seat.”

“One of you guys will have to sit on the cupholder thing,” Chase said, patting the space between the driver’s seat and passenger’s seat.

“Uh... we’re going on the motorway, that seems really unsafe,” Marvin said. “We can squeeze another person onto the backseat, I’m sure. Gwen, you have the shortest legs, wanna take the passenger seat with Frosty again?”

Gwen gasped. “Yes! Chase, can I pet him right now?”

Chase laughed. “Yeah, go ahead, he’s not working while I’m driving.”

“Yippee!” Gwen circled around the car to get to the passenger seat.

“Everyone else, pile in,” Chase said. “Schneep, get the clothes from the trunk. Try to buckle up, but if you can’t, uh... hold on tight, I guess?”

The guys got into the backseat, sitting really tightly together, legs pressed against each other—even overlapping slightly, as JJ’s leg is partially on top of Schneep’s. Soren and Marvin are on the ends, pushed up against the windows. “Alright, we brought this.” Schneep had gotten something out from the trunk. A backpack. He passed it to JJ. “There is a hoodie in there, put that on over that fucking jumpsuit.”

“What about Uncle Soren?” Gwen asked. “I know we didn’t prepare for him, but...”

“I got it.” Chase took off his jacket. “Now, JJ, don’t get jealous that I’m giving him my hoodie.”

I’m not jealous! JJ protested.

Soren laughed. “Oh? Why not? I think I’m worth getting jealous over.”

I’m not saying you’re not, JJ said. I’m just saying. I’m not jealous.

Chase laughed too. “Alright, JJ. Here, put that on, Soren.” He passed the jacket back, and Soren put it on. Then Chase started the car. “It’s gonna be a long ride, guys, I wouldn’t blame you all for taking a nap or something. Get some rest, I’ll get us back home.”

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It took about three and a half hours of driving to get back to Daindover, even with Chase going a bit over the speed limit. Marvin did, indeed, drift off for a bit. Chase could see him slumped against the window, breathing slowly. He must’ve spent a lot of energy back during the breakout. The others, though, stayed awake.

Gwen and Soren were the only ones who were talking consistently. Soren was asking Gwen questions about different people they both knew, asking her how they were doing, how she was doing, if she was doing anything interesting in school or if she’d seen any good movies. Gwen was happy to answer. Schneep and JJ were pretty quiet by comparison. Schneep filled JJ in on some things that had happened while he was gone, about how the police and the League knew about Anti-Virus now, but didn’t know about Dahlia’s secret identity. JJ didn’t say anything. Or maybe he did, but just not while Chase was looking at his signs in the mirror.

By the time they got to the edge of the city, it was pretty late at night. Schneep shook Marvin awake. “We are here,” he said. “Where are we meeting Kanchana?”

Chase glanced back at him as he said that. They hadn’t told him the name of Marvin’s friend that they were going to meet after this. Just in case something went wrong and he got caught. Kanchana, huh? That was a very unique name. Had he... heard it from a video game or something? Because despite its uniqueness, he could have sworn this wasn’t the first time he heard a name like that.

Marvin rubbed his eyes. “Where’re we?” He mumbled, looking around. “Okay. Okay. Uh, turn left at Tortoise Street up here.”

Chase followed Marvin’s directions until he told him to pull to the side of the road in front of a small abandoned-looking church. There was another car in the car lot here. “This is it, then?” Chase asked.

“Yeah, that’s one of Kanchana’s cars,” Marvin said.

“One of?”

“She has a couple that she switches around.” Marvin opened up the door. “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The group left the car one by one. Chase was the last, as Frosty hopped out and circled around the car to help him get out. By the time he was out, a woman was approaching, having come out of the old church building. She had long black hair and dark eyes, and was wearing dark brown and beige so she blended into the surroundings. “Hey, Kanchana,” Marvin said. “This is JJ. And this is, uh... Soren. We, uh... ended up getting him out, too.”

Nice to meet you, JJ said, and Soren gave a little salute.

“Soren?” Kanchana asked. “Soren Moizone?”

“Mm-hmm.” Soren nodded.

“Oh, interesting. Well, it’s nice to meet you in person.” Kanchana held out her hand, which he shook. “I run HAUC, I think you’re familiar with that?”

“Oh! Yeah, I got some of my best men from you guys.” Soren smiled. “Good to know you’re still up and running.”

“Hah, yeah. It’s always work.” Kanchana chuckled. She then glanced over at Chase—and her expression shifted to surprise.

Marvin followed her gaze. “Oh. Kanchana, this is that friend I mentioned. The one who drove us?”

“I figured that,” Kanchana said. She gave a little laugh, sounding... relieved? “I never expected the driver was going to be you, Chase.”

Chase felt the wind get knocked out of him.

His name.

She... knew... his name.

How... did she... know his name?

How did she know his name?

How did she know his name?!

“Hah?” Schneep blinked, confused. “Ah, I’m sorry, Miss Yang, do you... do you and Chase know each other?”

“I-I...” Chase’s voice was strained. “I don’t... I’m sorry, I don’t... remember you...”

“You don’t? Well, I guess we only met in person twice, but it’s me, hi.” Kanchana smiled and waved. “Kanchana Yang? How are you, by the way? It’s been three years, a lot must’ve happened. Did you work things out with Stacy?”

Chase’s knees gave out. Frosty was by his side immediately, trying to push him upwards again. When Chase didn’t respond to his attempts, Frosty hurried over to the nearest person—JJ—and started nudging him. JJ took the hint and walked to Chase, offering a hand to him. Chase took it, and JJ pulled him up—a feat which took a fair bit of effort in his weakened state. Are you alright, Chase? JJ asked once he was standing again.

That name.

He knew that name.

Of course he knew it, Stacy was a very common name, but—it was the way she said it. Implying that he was somehow connected to that name. Something about it struck a chord in his very soul.

“I’m... sorry, did it not go well?” Kanchana asked quietly.

Chase swallowed a lump in his throat. “I... don’t... My... I was...”

“Ah... Chase, do you want me to explain?” Schneep asked. Once Chase nodded, he turned back to Kanchana. “Chase was in an accident about two and a half years ago. He lost his memory, among other problems.”

“What? Chase has amnesia?!” Kanchana pressed a hand to her mouth. “W-well... I guess that would explain why you didn’t remember me.”

“We... knew each other?” Chase asked, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Of course. Well, uh, vaguely. Like I said, we only met two times in person. But I know everyone in HAUC. Or, everyone who was in HAUC, in your case.”

Marvin inhaled sharply. “What? Chase was in HAUC?”

“What’s... hawk?” Chase asked hesitantly.

“Henches Against Unfair Conditions,” Kanchana explained. “It’s a henchman order.”

Chase felt like he couldn’t breathe. And yet, he managed to speak. “A... henchman order. Like... like the people who... who help villains. Th-that’s what you... I-I was part of...? So I was a—” He took a step back, bracing himself against the car with a hand.

Schneep shook his head. “There is no way. You must be mistaking him for some other Chase.”

There can’t be many people out there that look like Chase AND share his name, JJ pointed out.

“Well what other explanation is there?” Schneep asked. “I am sorry, ma’am, you must be mistaken.”

Kanchana shook her head. “I don’t make mistakes when it comes to people. My superpower is pretty minor, but it can’t be tricked. I can remember everything about anyone I’ve met. No matter how long ago I met them.” She looked at Chase again. “Chase Brody, right? You’re thirty? Birthday is April 11th?”

Chase nodded dazedly. The world around him felt like it was moving in slow-motion. Distant. Like he was trapped underwater, staring at his surroundings through the glass wall of a fish tank.

“But—But Chase would not be a henchman!” Schneep protested. “He is a good man!”

“Hey, henches are good people,” Kanchana said defensively, folding her arms. “Most of them just want to make a living. It’s just that... the only way they can do that is by working for bad people.”

“Bold thing to say to the leader of a henchman order, Specter,” Marvin muttered.

“I-I didn’t mean—” Schneep stammered. “I stole things for years, I am not objecting to this on a morality premise. I know that... sometimes, you are in a difficult situation, and there is only so much you can do. I just... Chase? Really?”

“What did I... do?” Chase whispered.

Kanchana looked at him, her eyes softening. “Do you actually want to know?”

Chase hesitated, then nodded.

“Well... you’re one of the few people who had experience with weapons before entering HAUC. You could use a handgun really well, mentioned that your dad taught you, but uh, you couldn’t really use those skills after you moved to the UK from the States. Even so, you had a leg up over a lot of people signing up to be grunts. You worked with us for six years, starting when you were twenty-one. I have no idea how you found HAUC, you never told me, but uh, that’s pretty young to be joining a henchman order. You took a lot of driving jobs, shooting jobs, you were on the no-kids list, which is understandable considering you had Abby—oh fuck, you have amnesia, do you even remember Abby?”

Chase felt his legs start to collapse again, but he grabbed onto the car to stop himself. Kanchana listing these facts about him felt so... disconnected, so surreal, like she was talking about a character in a TV show instead of telling him his own past. But the moment she mentioned that name—again, a common name—again, implying his connection to it—the moment she did that, it all clicked into place. It felt real, solid.

“...I’ll take that as a no,” Kanchana whispered.

“Who the hell is Abby?” Marvin asked.

Schneep’s eyes widened behind his goggles. “A... child?”

A noise escaped Chase’s throat, something between a squeak and a groan.

Marvin’s eyes widened. “...holy shit, Chase has a kid, doesn’t he?” He looked at Chase. “Do—Does any of this—Are there memories—”

“I-I don’t... remember, e-exactly,” Chase said slowly. “But it feels... right. I... I-I can’t picture their faces. But... Stacy... a-and Abby... They... I... I know them. I-I do.” He stared down at the asphalt, taking in the cracks and details of the rocks. “K-Kanchana... do you... know them?”

“I never met them,” Kanchana whispered. “You... talked about them the couple times we met in person, though. And... they’re why you left HAUC.”

“Why?” Chase whispered.

“You said that... Stacy found out what your job really was. A-apparently you’d been hiding it from her. She didn’t react well. You said she ‘immediately’ left you, a-and you wanted help getting another job to try and go clean for her and Abby.”

“Did I find one?”

“Well, I sent you to SepTech’s Reformation Program,” Kanchana said slowly. “You emailed me and said they helped you out and you were leaving HAUC. And that was the last I heard of you.”

“And this was three years ago?” Schneep asked. When Kanchana nodded, he turned to Chase, whose eyes were still fixed on the ground. “Chase, your accident was two and a half years ago. At the East SepTech building, when it collapsed. That cannot be a coincidence! You were not just passing by, you were there because—because maybe you worked there?”

Chase didn’t answer. He didn’t say anything for a while. “Why... why didn’t anyone know about this?” He asked quietly. “I—J-just because she left, it doesn’t mean that... that people wouldn’t know... Th-there would’ve been a marriage certificate or something, right?”

“That is true,” Schneep said. “There was nothing for you. Only your driving license. That was the only record you had at all.”

“Which really doesn’t make sense,” Marvin said. “Because if you were part of the Reformation Program, that means you had a criminal record. But there wasn’t anything, was there?”

Schneep shook his head. Silence followed for a moment. Chase finally raised his head...

Just in time to see JJ sign something. Technopath.

“Huh?” Marvin blinked.

“Oh!” Gwen raised her hand. She and Soren had been standing off to the side while all this happened, quietly letting Chase and his friends have their moment. “Yeah! A technopath could totally wipe digital records of all kinds. They couldn’t do anything about the paper copies, but if you had some identification that showed up, then I bet whoever looked into your amnesia would’ve figured that was all.”

Schneep inhaled sharply. “Could it... could it have been Anti-Virus? Could he have wiped your records?”

“Why, though?” Chase whispered.

Marvin frowned. “Well, I don’t know why Anti-Virus would want to wipe some of Chase’s records, but let’s say that he did do it, for some reason. That means that he and Chase probably knew each other, right? Maybe... they met at SepTech?”

Schneep folded his arms, looking thoughtful. “That would be more evidence to our theory about Anti-Virus being Dr. McLoughlin.”

“The head of SepTech?” Kanchana asked. “Why would he want to attack his own business?”

“Well he’s not fully in charge of it,” Marvin said. “The McLoughlin family may have founded SepTech, but it’s run by a board now. He’s not fully in control. Maybe... he wants to be. For some... plan or something.”

Soren coughed. “Well, this all sounds very important, but um... the longer we stand out here, the more attention we draw. And we don’t want that when we’re still stuck in these jumpsuits. Chase, do you want your jacket back, by the way?”

“Oh, uh, n-no, you can keep it,” Chase said. “I’ll pick it up... later. From wherever you guys are staying.”

So you guys are going to know where we’re staying? JJ asked.

“That was the plan,” Marvin said. “We can’t use phones to contact you, so we’ll have to stop by in person to update you on stuff.”

“Don’t worry, there’s a secret way into the house if they need to avoid attention,” Kanchana added. “Anyway, Soren is right, we don’t want to draw too much attention. Jameson, Soren? Come on. I’ll drive you the rest of the way to the place. And as for you three.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out three loose sticky notes, handing one to Schneep, Marvin, and Gwen. “This is the address. Share it with people you trust. Uh... not through text or anything.”

“Oh yeah, definitely not,” Marvin said, putting the sticky note into a pocket in his costume. He looked at JJ. “Well... I-I can check on you tomorrow evening, if you want. See how you’re... settling down.”

JJ smiled slightly. I’d appreciate that. But... well, I’m exhausted. Soren probably is, too. I think we should get to this safe house so we can lie down.

Schneep blinked. “Did you give Soren here a name sign?”

Jameson nodded. Why wouldn’t I? He was one of the few people I could talk to. We... spent a lot of time together. Was his face turning red?

“Mm-hm, mm-hm.” Schneep nodded. “So, what did you two do while you were spending time together?”

That’s not important, JJ said quickly. The point is, I think we should go now. We’ve delayed long enough.

Kanchana started walking towards the car parked in the car lot. “Yeah, come on, you two. As for the rest of you, leave the rented car here, I’ll send someone to take it back to the rental place. Just in case you were trailed.”

“I don’t think we were, but that’s a good idea,” Gwen said. She took off her mask and jacket with the circuit patterns, suddenly looking like any other pedestrian on the street. “We can take the night train home!”

“I’ll ride with you, Gwen,” Marvin offered.

“Thanks, Spitfire!”

“Be careful, Gwen,” Soren said. “Stop by some time, okay? But... not too much. Stay safe, you know? Uh, and don’t tell your parents I’m back yet. Just in case.”

“Aw.” Gwen’s shoulders slumped. “Mom would be so happy to hear that, though. But alright. I know that we gotta be cautious.” She gave him a quick hug. “Good luck, Soren!”

Soren smiled. “Thanks, Gwen. You two.” He patted her back, and then drew away. “Jameson?”

JJ nodded. He looked at Schneep, Chase, and Marvin. I’ll see you three later, then. Tell Jackie... Tell him he was helpful. And that I’m alright.

“I’ll do that,” Chase whispered.

“Stay safe, Jamie,” Schneep said.

JJ gave Schneep a shoulder hug, then hurried after Soren and Kanchana. The three of them got into the car, which then drove off.

“Well... see you guys,” Marvin said, taking off his costume to reveal the normal clothes he was wearing beneath. “Gwen and I are going to the train station on Olive. What about you?”

“There’s another in Midway, I think that one is closer,” Schneep said. “We will go there. See you later.”

Marvin smiled, Gwen waved, and then they started walking, leaving Schneep and Chase alone.

Schneep glanced at Chase. “How... h-how are you doing? That information Kanchana shared... it was... A-are you okay?”

Chase stared back at him, then took a deep breath. “I will be. Just, uh... give me some time.” He picked up Frosty’s leash. “I’ll just go to the train station.”

“Do you want me to ride the train with you?”

“No, your place is in the opposite direction. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Schneep’s voice was gentle, like he was afraid Chase would shatter into pieces if he was too loud.

“I’m sure.” Chase gave him a shaky smile. “I have a lot to think about, anyway. The train ride will give me time.”

“Alright... let’s at least walk together.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Chase whispered.

The two of them walked to the train station in silence.

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Jackie tried to keep himself busy all day, but the moment Chase left to meet up with Schneep and Marvin at the car rental place, he found he couldn’t concentrate on anything. He tried going on patrol, but with how distracted he was by the dread and anxiety pooling in his stomach, he knew he wouldn’t be able to snap into action if he tried to stop any crimes. So in the end, he decided the police could handle the city for one day and stayed home, trying to relax. But even that was difficult, as no activity could take him away from his thoughts. He switched through things rapidly until he eventually decided to try and go to bed early. It didn’t work. So he ended up just lying under the covers and watching YouTube on his phone.

But finally, he drifted off—only to snap awake at the sound of the front door opening and closing. He sat up, knocking his phone from his stomach to the ground, but didn’t bother to pick it up as he got out of bed and left the room, hurrying to the living room.

“Chase!” Jackie called out to him the moment he saw Chase and Frosty. “How did it go? I-is he—Did you get—Is everything okay?”

Chase looked up at him... but not directly at him. His eyes were... distant. “Uh, hey, Jackie. Y-yeah. It went... I think they had to come up with stuff at a couple times, but... he’s out. He wanted to... He wanted everyone in there to leave with him, but they couldn’t really... do that. But they did get another guy.”

“They got someone else out?” Jackie asked, surprised. “Who? Actually, no, this isn’t the time to talk about this.” They wouldn’t have broken someone out of prison who was supposed to be here, so the guy they broke out with JJ was probably fine. Not too bad with a criminal. Onto more important matters. “Are you alright, Chase? Are you tired or something? You seem a bit out of it.”

“I...” Chase shook his head. He walked over to the sofa and collapsed. Frosty put his paws on his leg and pushed his face into Chase’s, sniffing him worriedly.

“...Chase?” Jackie walked over and sat down next to him. “Did something happen?”

“I have a wife and kid,” Chase blurted out.

Jackie leaned back. “Excuse me?”

“I just found it out now, it turns out that I-I knew Marvin’s friend before I lost my memory, a-and she remembers me, and she works for—she runs a henchmen order and she said I was part of that but then Stacy got upset so I tried to go legit and I was part of the Reforming Program but then I lost my memory—and Anti-Virus might’ve made it so that I wasn’t married to her, like by deleting digital records or something, but I don’t know why he’d have done that but honestly I don’t know if I care when I just found out that Stacy and Abby were there, they were my wife and kid this whole time, and I didn’t remember them, I didn’t fucking remember them, Jackie—”

“Whoa, okay, hold your fucking horses.” Jackie held up his hand. His head was spinning. This was a lot for him to process after just waking up from a nap. “Marvin’s friend Kanchana? She knew you? Are you sure?”

Chase nodded. “She has that superpower, uh, she remembers everyone she’s met. And the second she looked at me she knew me. The second she looked at me, Jackie. She knew my name before anyone told her. Sh-she knew my birthday. She knew me.” Tears began to line his eyes. “She knew about my family.”

“But... you couldn’t be... you couldn’t have been a henchman,” Jackie said slowly.

“Schneep said that too! But it’s the truth, apparently!” Chase laughed. “Apparently I know how to shoot a gun? Apparently I—I-I worked for villains for like, six years? I don’t know! I don’t know what I did! It’s still a biiiig blank up here!” He smacked the side of his head.

“Woah, don’t hit yourself, man.” Jackie reached out and gently moved Chase’s hand downwards. “O-okay, well... if meeting Schneep, JJ, and Marvin has taught me anything, it’s that... villains and heroes aren’t all black and white. So the same thing has to apply to henches, right? You’re still a good person, Chase.”

“What if I wasn’t in the past, though?” Chase whispered, eyes wide.

“Well... then you can change. After all, amnesia is almost like a fresh start, isn’t it?”

Chase didn’t say anything for a second. Frosty climbed up closer, resting his head against Chase’s chest, and Chase absentmindedly petted his fur. “But... I don’t... want a fresh start,” he said quietly. “Not if it means... losing everything from my old life. If it means losing... the two of them.”

“Right... yeah.” Jackie hesitated. “You said you have a wife and kid?”

“Yeah,” Chase breathed. “Marvin’s friend mentioned them. Stacy and Abby. A-and... I feel like... like... I-I don’t know. That sounded familiar. But the memories aren’t there.”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?” Jackie said.

“...I guess.”

“You guess?!” Jackie nudged Chase slightly. “You have family, dude. That’s great! You thought you didn’t, turns out you did, isn’t that great? You have a family!”

“Then why didn’t they come for me?!” Chase suddenly shouted. Frosty jerked back in surprise. “Why didn’t they come for me, Jackie?!” The tears started to fill his eyes again, spilling over. “It’s been over two fucking years! Even if the records were deleted, why didn’t they wonder where I was?! Was I that bad a father? That bad a husband? Did they hate me that much?! Did I do something that they couldn’t forgive me for?! What the fuck did I do, Jackie?! Why didn’t they come for me?! Did they hate me?!” He fell back against the sofa, sobbing. Frosty recovered from his surprise and resumed his position, leaning his whole weight on Chase.

Jackie was speechless. He had no idea what to say. How was he supposed to comfort Chase about something like this? After a few seconds, he just reached out and put his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “They don’t hate you, Chase,” he whispered.

Chase sniffed, wiping his eyes, trying and failing to stop crying. “But—But a-apparently Stacy—my wife she—she left th-the minute she found out about—about the henchman thing. A-and—and that c-can’t be good. Maybe—maybe she—she c-cut contact? Maybe she—”

“Hey, hey, Chase,” Jackie said softly. “You don’t know any of this. You don’t remember, and even if you did, you don’t know what, uh, Stacy has been thinking in the past two years. Maybe she tried to find you, but couldn’t. After all, didn’t you say that Anti-Virus might’ve messed with your records? Maybe—maybe he deleted your phone contacts. Or even Stacy’s contacts. And you didn’t have any social media before this, right? Nothing they found? So... maybe it’s the same for that.”

“What if h-he didn’t, though?” Chase asked. “What if—what if they just don’t want—What if they want to forget about me? What i-if—what if I deserve to be forgotten?”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that,” Jackie said fiercely. Chase looked at him, surprised, still breathing quickly from the crying. “Chase, you are my best friend. You do not deserve to be forgotten. No matter what you did in the past. If you did something really bad, you can still move past that. And, honestly, I feel like if you did something especially evil, someone would’ve recognized you by now, so there’s that, at least.” He gave a little laugh, but Chase just stared at him silently, so Jackie gave up on that. “Look. I don’t know why your family wouldn’t have reached out to you. I can’t... possibly imagine what you’re feeling right now. It’s probably really complicated. But... I’m here. No matter what, I’ll always be here.”

Chase looked at him. “Even if... it turns out I... did something terrible in my past?”

“Well, Marvin’s also done terrible things,” Jackie said. “He admitted to killing someone, remember? And Schneep’s been a thief for years. And JJ—well. Even if he was blackmailed into that, he still did some real bad stuff. Are you saying you’d abandon them because of that?”

“N-no...”

“Exactly.” Jackie nodded. “I may not agree with what Marvin’s done, and I may not have ever done what Schneep did, but... they’re still people. And you’re a person, too. A person who I care about. A person... I don’t want to forget. I-I don’t know how to deal with the family situation. But whatever you want to do about that, I’ll help you with it. Even if you just need me to stay by you.”

Chase started crying again, silent tears this time, trailing down his cheeks. “Th-thanks, Jackie. I... I-I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know if I should go looking for them, or... or what. But... thank you. F-for saying all that.”

“Anytime, Chase,” Jackie said quietly. “Is... is there anything I can do for you right now?”

“Hah. I’m just gonna sit here for a minute. Let Frosty do his job.” Chase patted Frosty’s back. “He’s a good boy.”

“He is, he really is.” Jackie smiled slightly. “Hey, uh... are you hungry? We could order pizza. Mara’s does delivery this late.”

Chase laughed quietly. “Yeah. Let’s do that. We can talk about... about the implications later. Like... Anti-Virus and all that.”

“Yeah.” That part in particular gave Jackie a pit in his stomach. The possibility that the villain had messed with Chase before he lost his memory, before all this started... it scared him. But this wasn’t the time to show this. Chase had a lot more to deal with right now. “We’ll talk about that later. I’ll go order the pizza. I left my phone in the other room, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” Chase said, still patting Frosty.

Jackie smiled. He stood up and went back into his room, quickly ordering pizza from one of their local places. Then he returned to the living room and turned on the TV, putting on a show for background noise. He could tell Chase appreciated the distraction. And he needed it, himself, too.

Once the pizza arrived, they ate, and then went to their rooms to go to bed. Jackie went to sleep surprisingly quickly, for all that was on his mind. Chase would have lied awake longer, if Frosty hadn’t been a comforting weight by his side, allowing him to drift off and forget about everything he’d forgotten.

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The Last Moments of Solace

Pairings: Ezra Bridger x reader

Request: I saw that your request are open and I was hoping that you could write an Ezra Bridger (season 4) x reader?? Maybe fluff and smutty?? Maybe reader can be also a Jedi of his age? For the plot…mhhh…maybe something based on episode 6 (season 4) or episode 17 (season 3)?

Warnings: Suggestive content cus I don’t write smut yet, yet, fluff, kissing, groans, moans, the overuse of comma’s

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write lately, and I’m so excited to start. And this request just reopened my Ezra hyper-fixation. And I’ve been wanting to write my first series too, I just haven’t figure out which one of the characters I’m currently invested in, to do it on first. You just made the choice harder Anon, you’re no help😫!!! (nahhh I’m just kidding I love you for this, I forgot how much I loved my first Star Wars crush🥰🧡) Ezra had 11 year old me giggling and kicking my feet every Monday night before I had to go to bed 🤭. So I chose episode 6 of season 4 but I couldn’t find a way how to incorporate the reader into the show that I liked so, it’s taking place in episode 7 so technically it’s still based on episode 6. This is my first time doing suggestive too btw and I’m very nervous so cut me some slack pleassse🧡

Y/N POV

How did we get here?!

This was only meant to be a recon mission. But no, Sabine just had to get the data recorder and the hyperdrive. Which is good use for the rebellion, but it still doesn’t stop me from wanting a easy day. Next thing I know there’s cats, Thrawn, a wolf, troopers, me and Ezra falling over crates, then us jumping into the newly designed TIE that Sabine hijacked. Which was a nice touch may I add. Well it was, until we found out it had a kill switch that we barley got out of alive. And that lead to us on top of a nice loth wolf, that only me and Ezra could remember since Sabine fainted and didn’t wake back up until we got back to the hideout. Yeah, it was a lot.

The Next Day

Currently me, Ezra, Zeb, and Jai were collecting the hyperdrive, well trying to anyway we couldn’t find where we left it.

“Hurry up.” Ezra told Zeb after he lifted up his mask to his scout trooper uniform. Identical to the ones Jai and I were wearing.

“Where’s the hyperdrive?” Zeb asked looking around the rocks.

“Over here somewhere.” Ezra replied. “Jai keep watch.”

“Over here somewhere? All these rocks look the same!” Zeb whispered frustratedly

“It was dark and we just crashed, we didn’t have time to make a map!” I whispered just as frustrated, sassily putting my hand on my hip. Suddenly we heard the meowing of a white loth cat, like the one from last night sitting on top of a rock.

“Hey, when in doubt follow the loth-cat.” Ezra said while smirking, causing me to lightly chuckle.

“You’re kidding right?” Zeb asked hesitantly as we walked towards it. “You and your loth-cats.” Zeb told Ezra as they moved the rock revealing the hyperdrive. As they started moving the hyperdrive, a small empire ship flew over us towards the crash sight, and I got a strong feeling that we had to hurry, to speed up the pace I grabbed a hold of the back of the hyperdrive to help them move it onto the trailer.

“Uh, Ezra, we have to problem.” Jai called while he was looking into his binoculars.

“What is that?” I asked while walking up beside Jai.

“I don’t know, and I don’t think I want to know.” Jai responded.

Ezra turned to Zeb. “We’ll draw them away, you get the hyperdrive out of here.” He said as me, him, and Jai, closed our helmets and started walking towards the weird bounty hunter looking guy who was using all four of his limbs to run.

“Just let me blast it.” Jai said anxiously, on the left side of Ezra while I was on the right.

“It’s ok, I can get us out of this.” Ezra said in an unsure tone.

“You don’t sound too confident about that blue.” I said also feeling his unease.

Ezra let out a breathily chuckle at the nostalgic nickname that he remembers you giving him back when you both first met.

“Yeah well, I know you have my back no matter what.” He said. Hearing his smirk under his helmet, I can’t help but smirk too.

“No doubt.” He has no idea how right he is, I would do anything for him. But our small moment was cut short when the assassin made it to us, sniffing?

“LS-3226, LS-3227, and LS-3228, reporting. We’ve checked out this area and found nothing. Should we continue our search?” Ezra once again sounds unsure, but this time it’s understandable given this guy is up close sniffing his armor. Jai slowly raises his blaster, ready to shoot but I try to discreetly raise my hand to tell him to wait so, he wouldn’t blow our cover.

“No.” Is all the bounty hunter said before turning the opposite direction then quickly turning back around swinging at Ezra to catch him off guard, but Ezra was able to dodge and punch him instead until the hunter was able to trap Ezra with his legs, and that’s when me and Jai let loose with our blasters. Though the hunter was extremely fast as he dodged and our stray bullets were landing all around Ezra.

“Don’t shoot me, shoot him! Blast it!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” “What do you think we’re trying to do blue?!” I yelled back and the hunter was quickly running towards us and quickly dodging our shots so, I lifted up my helmet and force pushed him into a boulder as soon as he made a jump for Jai.

“Jedi.” The bounty hunter stated as Governor Pryce made it use and recognized or faces immediately.

“It’s Bridger and (L/n), blast them!” Pryce ordered.

As shots were coming towards us, me and Ezra took out our lightsabers and started blocking blast. Then the three of us jumped on our speeders.

“How many of them are back there?” Ezra asked then I turned around to check. “More than enough! Let’s try to loose them in there” I replied pointing to the sea of rocks, as I seen the bounty hunter coming towards us with a disrupter and I quickly took out my lightsaber and blocked him.

“Can’t this thing go faster?” I said already tired of this assassin guy.

“Hold him there. Just hold him there!” I looked to see why, just in time to see Jai in front of us going in between two rocks and understood Ezra’s idea. The hunter caught on and turned off from us to keep from crashing. That’s when the troopers behind started firing, but Ezra was able to dodge them. I seen a overhead we were speeding towards and took out a bomb and threw it. Causing the large rock to explode and block the troopers. But the hunter was moving to fast to stop so he sped up making it over the piles of rocks and I took my shot hitting the speeders engine causing it to explode and the assassin jumped off just in time to grasp onto a rock before he could fall, and glared at us. I smirked, then looked forward to see Ezra do his signature two-fingered salute and we sped off to the campsite.

We made it back skidding to a stop and seen Kanan walking towards us. “Good job, looks like our hyperdrive problem is solved.” Kanan said as we got off the speeders.

“Yeeeah well, you know how one problem usually leads to another?” Ezra asked Kanan

“Yeeah?” Kanan question in an annoyed tone knowing where Ezra was going with that question.

“We have another, and its small, creepy, and very dangerous!” I explained dramatically as we started walking towards everyone else.

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Jai, Ezra, and I went to change back into our regular clothes, while everyone else was discussing the plan. Just as I was finished fixing my shirt, I felt two arms wrap around me and a nice sensation on my neck. I smiled knowing it was Ezra due to the affection and me sensing him as he was walking towards me. I sighed in relief, finally able to let my muscles release their tension even if it’s only for a minute. I closed my eyes and rested all of my weight into him taking a deep breath, lazily looking over my shoulder as he moved up from kissing my neck to my cheek. I giggled lightly and turned my body slightly to meet my lips with his and the deep soft groan he let out drove me crazy. I ran my fingers through his short soft hair, causing him to groan again, this time a lot stronger, precisely why I did it. I moved my hands down to rest them on top of his, that had started massaging my hips bringing out a soft moan from me. I released his lips and opened my eyes to see his lips chasing after mine to reconnect them. I leaned back still trying to catch my breath, but eventually I gave back in as he knew I would.

“You okay?” He asked while our lips were still pressed together continuously trying claim each others, I almost didn’t hear him.

“Mhm.” Is all I could reply back, but I knew better, when it came to my well-being mumbled answers are never accepted, especially after a mission but with his soft lips intertwined with mine I couldn’t focus. He pulled away causing me to whine and turn around completely wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him back down to me, but he wasn’t having it.

“(Y/n)” was all he said, I opened my eyes and responded back with a sigh.

“I’m fine, Ezra.” He frowned as if he didn’t believe me. “I promise.” I reassured him bringing my hands up to his face gently rubbing the permanent scar on his left cheek. He sighed and leaned into my touch, then leaned back down to capture my lips again. His hands started moving under my shirt, thumbs starting to rub my stomach. Enjoying the sensational buzz it was bringing me, I reached down to the waist of his pants to start unbuttoning them, until we heard someone clearing their throat and we jumped apart from each other. It was Hera. A strong heat immediately went to my cheeks, as I hurriedly fixed my shirt and smiled like everything was normal, awkwardly seeing Ezra out the corner of my eye quickly rebutting and zipping his pants back up before quickly turning around with the same smile.

“Hera! Heyyyy! What’s up?!” I say trying to act casual, but that was way out the window. I could tell with her with the way she was standing. Arms crossed with her hip poking out to the side with a small smirk on her face. I looked up at Ezra to see him turning red as he looked up somewhere over Hera that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I came to check on you guys, and to see if you wanted to see how Sabine was coming along with the hyperdrive, but I can see you two are already preoccupied.” Hera stated

“Oh no, we weren’t doing anything important, come on let’s go.” I said trying to move pass the awkward moment missing the way Ezra head swung to me with a offended frown on his face.

We made it to the ship Sabine was working on. “How’s it going?” Hera called out.

“Well it wasn’t easy but I got it patched in. Still I give it a 50/50 chance of working.” Sabine explained.

“I’ll have to live with 50/50.” Hera responded back, when I felt Ezra’s dread and turned towards him and seen what he was looking at.

“Oh no.” He whispered. “We’re out of time!”

We quickly finished packing up a speeder-car with the supplies to send with Jai, to our allies.

“We’ll hold off the Empire until you’re clear, we’ll signal rendezvous coordinates later.” Ryder tells Jai

“And if we don’t hear from you?” Jai asked worriedly

“You will.” Ezra reassured him.

“Alright Bridger, good luck.” Jai said then sped off.

We all got ready to defend Hera for her take off, lining up behind some empty crates. I looked over to Sabine after seeing her move out the corner of my eye, seeing her looking at something behind us. I turned to see Hera and Kanan kissing. I smirked still a little shocked. “It’s about time.” I said as we all got ready to defend ourselves.

“We won’t stand long against those tanks.” Zeb stated

“We have that transport and a bike.” Ryder explained until the transport was blown up.

“How many can we get on a bike?” Zeb asked and I playfully rolled my eyes at the question. Until I hear a wolf howling and felt Ezra nudge my arm.

“There! That’s our way out.” He told everyone as continued to stare at the wolf that helped us last night.

“Loth-wolves?” Ryder questioned

“Look they helped us before, we should follow them.” Ezra told Ryder still a little unsure.

“Are you serious?”

“Do you know the way out?!” Ezra asked the wolf who immediately started running in a opposite direction after his question.

“Come on.” Ezra said grabbing my wrist and running to catch up with the wolves.

“Kanan?” Sabine asked worriedly.

“Seems like the best idea we got, let’s go.” He replied breathlessly

“This is good, when it gets strange like this, it’s a good thing.” Zeb reassured Ryder.

“How have you people stayed alive so long?!” Ryder yelled following everyone else.

We all were running after the wolves. Well Ezra was, we were following him.

“Ezra wait up!” Zeb called out which he ignored

“Ezra!” Sabine yelled this time.

“I don’t want to lose them, come on!” Ezra finally replied starting to run after them again, but stopped suddenly seeing the wolves all laying down, lowly growling as everyone else caught up.

“Hold it, stay back.” Ezra warned

“Why have they stopped?” Kanan asked

“I don’t know.” Ezra replied as he started walking towards the white wolf who seemed to be the leader of the three.

“Ezra, wait!” I whispered trying to reach for him but he dodged me.

He walked up to the white wolf slightly crouched and carefully talking to it.

“There is a way out of here, isn’t there?”

“You wanted us to follow you, didn’t you?”

“What are you waiting for?” All these questions Ezra was asking and the only reply the wolf gave was looking up at Kanan. Which made me uncomfortable.

“Kanan? Kanan it’s looking-”

“-At me I know.” He cut Ezra off and walked up to the white wolf. “What does it want?” He asked, that’s when the wolves got up and walked into a cave.

“I guess they were waiting for you.” I said as I walked up to them.

We all walked down into the cave, Sabine turned on her flag light looking at cave drawings.

“There are images here of people, people following a wolf.”

“I guess we’re not the first ones.” Zeb said

“Hold on. Shut your light off.” Ezra told Sabine. We were in complete darkness all we could see was the wolves eyes and listening to the wolves still lowly growling.

“What now, Ezra?” Kanan asked

“I’m not sure.”

“There wasn’t a picture of wolves eating those people was there?” Zeb whispered to Sabine.

All of a sudden the cave started shaking, dust and rocks falling, proving the cave wasn’t going to last long. The wolves looked up growling louder.

“The Empire’s bombing the mountains.” Ryder stated

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” Ezra stated turning seeing the white wolf tail in his face, and looking up to see the wolf nod.

“Everyone join hands.” Grabbing a hold of the wolf tail.

“Ezra?” I said unsure.

“Just do it!”

“The cave is going to collapse.” Zeb stated.

“There’s no way out of here.” Ryder said

“That we know of.” Kanan said trying to reassure everyone.

As we walked deeper into the cave a bright blue glowing light started to appear similar to hyperspace when we walked into it. Next thing I know, we’re all waking up in a cave, but it’s a totally different one.

“Where in blazes are we?” Zeb asked shocked

“Let’s find out.” Ezra said walking outside, the rest of us following.

Sabine came up with a data pad. “Uh, you’re not going to believe this. We were in the northern hemisphere, now we’re in the southern hemisphere. Somehow we’ve moved halfway across the planet.”

“Huh.” I said seeing the wolves go back into the cave with Kanan, so me and Ezra followed.

“Kanan?” I called out making sure he was ok.

“Look around, tell me what you guys see.” Kanan told us.

“This place reminds me of the Jedi temple here on Lothal.” Ezra stated as I walked to the pictures on the walls.

“The walls are telling a story. There are people coming down from the sky, I think they might be Jedi.” I told Kanan.

“There’s a message here for us.” Kanan said.

“What, because we’re Jedi?” I asked confused.

“Dume.” The wolf said.

“What does that mean? The wolf said it before.” Ezra asked.

Kanan took off his mask, shock on his face.

“Dume is my name. Caleb Dume is the name I was born with.” Kanan told us placing his hand in the wolf’s head.

“How does the wolf know that?” I asked even more confused than before.

“It has a deep connection to the force, to the energy of this planet.”

“Don’t all living things?” Ezra asked.

“This is different. More focused. Like it has a purpose.”

“And we’re apart of it?” I said starting understand in a way.

“I’m getting the feeling building the TIE defender isn’t the worst thing the Empire is doing here. There’s something else, something more sinister.” Kanan stated worriedly.

“Dume.” The wolf said while backing up into the shadow disappearing. And as the sunlight made its way further into the cave revealing that nothing was there but a wall with a picture on it, and a crack through the middle of it.

“So? All the paths are coming together, right?” Era asked

“Yeah, I’m just not sure if we’re going to like where they lead.”

“Do we ever?” I said sarcastically causing Kanan to scoff in amusement .

“No and yes.”

“I wonder if Hera made it.” Ezra said worriedly causing me to wonder as well.

“I know she did.” Kanan reassured us, he then placed his hands on our shoulders and walked outside with everyone else, and we followed.

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A/N:

Sorry this took me so long anon. I wasn’t sure if I liked this or not. I’ve edited this too many times, but you’ve waited long enough. Just let me if you like it and if not, I’ll try to edit it to how you like. Thank you for requesting anon! I hope enjoy!

#star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars #ezra bridger x reader #star wars rebels fanfic #ezra bridger #star wars rebels

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galaxycunt · 1 year ago

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He’s My Thing pt 2

Find part 1 here also on AO3 if u prefer that

Also smut warning forgot to add that on the last one lmao

He wasn’t stupid, he couldn’t have been doing what you did to him. You looked over your shoulder anyway, sleeping light. Why did you go this far anyway? Surely you had nicer romantic pursuits, were you in love with what he could’ve been?

The nights you stalked him, spying on private moments, when he’d slump his shoulders in the ways you did. Quick as ever when you’d pounce. You weren’t sure how to kill him after all these years, a puzzle you loved to solve.

That was love wasn’t it, for people like you. You watched him carefully, you knew his favorite meal. His love of drinking, the kind of villages he’d target. You had to, and you felt you knew why now.

You had to know more.

He’d share a meal with you now, answering your little questions about himself without a hint of annoyance. You told him this morning that you loved to sing, a small attempt at a connection.

”I know.”

”How’d you know that?”

He smiled, “you know the spiel.”

”But how? I don’t think I’m that loud doing chores am I?”

He looked a little sad, “I kept tabs on you. An ear tucked away, kids paid off. I wanted to stay ahead of the game.”

This made you blush, he heard everything. Since when or how much, you were too afraid to ask. You couldn’t be that surprised, the days you’d watch him in that circus tent staring at his reflection, hidden in a pile of costumes. It was like he hated himself, you knew the feeling all too well.

You carefully brushed your hand against his on the table, Buggy holding it firmly. You never spoke of your feelings after what happened, afraid to be rejected. You held his gaze, hoping you weren’t falling into wishful thinking.

”So you sing while you work huh?”

”Doesn’t everyone?”

He shrugged with a smile, “maybe.”

You slowly inched forward, enough time for him to push you away. His lips stayed still as you pressed against him.

You frowned, “sorry.”

”How can I know you won’t change your mind? Not everyone has the stomach to be a pirate. Especially where we’re going.”

You nod, eyes glued to your plate the rest of your meal. Buggy didn’t know what to say, the bitterness he felt made him sick. He could throw you overboard, slit your throat in your sleep. You claimed to love him and did all the same to him anyway. He could love you to death, by his hand only.

You avoid each other again until nightfall, your little ritual at this point. This time it’s you with your arms around him, listening to the ocean waves hitting the ship. Buggy was lonely, no matter how many betrayed him, he always let someone in. You were the same. A dangerous game you both played, no wonder you loved him.

”I never thanked you for the map, so thanks,” he said.

”I needed to make things right, even if you killed me after.”

He nodded, “I wanted to dock somewhere close. Get you something better than that peg leg.”

”Makes me feel like a real pirate,” you attempt to joke.

”I really didn’t mean it.”

”You meant to kill me.”

He smiled sadly, “no, not that either.”

Your heart raced, he always loved you. Why?

”You-why? I mean look at me even before all this, look at what we’ve done to each other.”

”You always made me feel like a big shot. I mean, shit. I got wanted posters everywhere, but you were so persistent. Couldn’t just be that bounty, I saw the real you.”

You saw him at his worst, his best. The way he’d carefully apply his mask, smudging the make up just so. A performance, one he’d flub once in awhile. And you saw that too.

”Can you trust me?”

He frowned, “can you?”

You searched his face, you had a crazy idea. Grabbing his hands you led him toward the cockpit, until you pushed your back against a wall. You reached into his jacket pocket, fishing out the knives.

”Maybe we need a do over, right now.”

A grin spread across his face, “alright. I can do that.

The deck was dark, Buggy’s eyes adjusted to your form against the ship. This was crazy, but he was careful. Always was.

”What’s your favorite color?”

A knife landed by your wrist, “you’re seriously asking that? Uh, blue.”

Another by your waist, “why’d you keep the pinky?”

You thought about it longer than he expected, “I wanted to study the chop chop fruit. But I guess…it was really to keep you close. You felt it, couldn’t you?”

”Yeah. Until you kept it in that island. Good way to avoid you for awhile.”

You blushed with embarrassment, “you occupied my thoughts way too much.”

He laughed, throwing another knife between your legs.

“What kind of thoughts?”

You supposed it wouldn’t hurt to admit it now, “one too many sex dream. Made me mad as hell.”

He laughed again, a hearty cackle that meant he was never going to let you live it down. You were thankful for how dark it was outside.

”Baby, are you blushing? Aw, don’t be like that. Hope the real thing lived up to the hype.”

”And if it didn’t?”

”Oh, I don’t believe that. Guess I’ll have to try it again, won’t I?”

Buggy glanced at the remaining knives in his hand, his heart ached at the things he wanted to ask you. You smiled gently at him, silently encouraging him to continue. This act was always about trust, and you trusted him.

Another throw, “why’d you do it?”

You gulped, “you consumed my life too much. I figured it was time. If I acted like I wanted you, you wouldn’t kill me. If my leg hadn’t been injured, I’d probably lie and say to trust me and then…well you know.”

That hurt to hear as much as it hurt you to say it. Buggy didn’t look at you, turning the knife around in his hand.

”I think…I know, the moment I let my guard down…The first time we…I knew I was in love with you. And that I always was.”

His throw landed above your head, “so why?”

A tear rolled down your cheek, “you’d do it first. They always do.”

He moved to walk toward you, you stopped him.

”Let’s finish this.”

You stood tall, and Buggy aimed carefully.

”Would you have liked me at that bar? Before all this?”

You choked on a sob, “yeah. Of course I would. I’m sorry I teased you, I didn’t know.”

”I have a temper.”

”I know.”

”You can throw in a jab now.”

You shook your head, “I’m not that clever.”

He walked over, holding your chin in his hand. The kiss he gave was tender and sweet, like either of you would break. You leaned into him, afraid to break the kiss first.

“Come on,” he whispered.

You felt like a kid again, giddy as he led you to your cabin. And it really was your cabin, already filled with your own personal items. Buggy never intended for you to leave.

He held you close as you peeled the layers of clothing off. You were taking your time, drinking each other in. He suddenly kissed you in a hurry, holding your face close to his as you lowered onto the bed. Your fingers roamed his chest down to his stomach, a soft hiss escaped as you touched his wound.

”God, I’m so sorry.”

”Hey, look at me. It’s okay. I like a girl with that kind of fire.”

He smiled at your laugh, continuing to kiss you. You clung to him to keep your bodies close, Buggy working a shuddering moan out of you. He sighed in your ear, appreciating the slickness.

“Baby, I love you.”

”I love you, I’m so sorry.”

He shushed you, “don’t say that ever again. Please.”

As he entered you, he apologized. You kissed his closed eyes, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

“You don’t gotta keep saying it either.”

He nodded, his persona stripped away in this moment. The kisses smeared his makeup, slowly revealing the man beneath the mask.

The build up was too much, you urged him to move faster. He obeyed your command, following your lead. Your hands reached for his, locking fingers tightly as your rode your orgasm together.

He rested his head on your chest, still inside you. Softly, you hummed as your played with his hair. What would have happened if that first night you met went smoother? The young, angry Buggy seemed so different to the man you held now.

You supposed you changed too. You were soft, and that was okay now. He pulled out and you missed him, Buggy keeping his hand with you as he cleaned up.

“You really like blue?”

”Don’t flatter yourself, honey.”

He laughed, settling into bed with you. He spooned you, kissing your head. You cried, only a little bit. Your heart was just too full.

”Hey, hey. It’s okay now. I promise.”

You trusted his words, and you trusted him.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #one piece #buggy one piece #this is what I write when I’m avoiding other fics n work things lmao

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irkimatsu · 6 months ago

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physical or emotional characteristics you would like in a human husk

Sorry for sitting on this for a bit! I'll admit, part of me was being autistic and overthinking this. Is this about what I'm personally attracted to in Husk, or what I think would be best for his story in canon? Is this about what he was like before he died, or what he'd be like if he could be human again after everything that's happened to him in hell?

I'm going with "how I see him as a human on Earth before death, and who I thought he was regardless of my own personal attractions and biases". (Well, a little bit of my own biases. No such thing as unbiased fiction. But accuracy is my priority on this one.)

First and foremost - human Husk is black. I will die on that hill until canon tells me otherwise. There could be other pieces of heritage in there somewhere - I don't think I'm qualified to speculate on that too hard - but as far as skin tone goes, he's black. I also like when art gives him dreads, it just looks right, though I'm not as much of a stickler on that matter. Gotta have some scruffy facial hair, though, I demand that much.

As for why... is it all the good fanart that made other options look wrong in comparison? Is it because he's voiced by Keith David and I just can't imagine a white guy sounding like Keith David? Those are definitely pieces of it. I know it's not canon and I'm not out here attacking people who lean otherwise on Husk's race, but as for me, he's black, end of discussion. On the shorter end of the average as far as male heights go, but he's not noticeably short in isolation. Definitely taller than my short and stout self. Weight probably fluctuates depending on his situation - his finances as a gambler would be all over the place, and so would his diet, varying between lavish meals in overpriced steakhouses, and dinners at home consisting primarily of cheese puffs and bottom-shelf beer. I do like him with a gut, though. Maybe he's just naturally predisposed to having a gut, even when he's starving. (Told you there'd be some bias.)

I'd definitely want to put decent thought about what it was like for him as a black man growing up in early 20th century Las Vegas, but without being 110% certain that anything I'm saying makes any fucking sense, I'm biting my tongue on that one. Definitely a topic I'm interested in, though.

I should also probably mention that yes, I know it's a common headcanon for Husk to be a trans man. It's interesting! I have no actual reason for not writing it myself. Not sure what to do with it, I guess? If it was canon I'd of course pay more attention to that aspect, but for now, whoops. You guys have fun, obviously! Just like with the popular ship, if anyone ever took "Irk doesn't write this thing" as "Irk thinks that thing is bad" I'd cry, don't do that

I like the name Oscar for him while alive. Saw it in a post on here once and it just felt right. Thank you, random Tumblr user I forgot who you are whoops again! Until canon tells me otherwise, he's Oscar in my heart.

I think his dress style while alive would match a similar trajectory to his Overlord-to-servant transition - a snappy dresser when he can afford it, would never be caught dead looking the least bit disheveled. Button-up shirts, freshly ironed suits, the finest colognes! But after he's a washed up divorced drunk, who gives a shit. His clothes are a lot more tattered now... but honestly, living in a place like Vegas where half the population are various flavors of downtrodden, washed-up addict, he doesn't stand out. At least he has that going for him.

Personality-wise, I think as a child and a young man, he was a big dreamer, even a bit of an attention whore. He's wanted to be a performer for as long as he can remember, ever since he started seeing magic shows and jazz bands as a kid. He may still be introverted in the sense that putting on a show is exhausting and he needs his space, but when he's in the right frame of mind, the stage is where he belongs. He worked so, so fucking hard to be a performer! He really could have been something if Vegas didn't chew him up and barf him out...

That dreamer attitude also made him a serious romantic when he was younger. If you accept a date from that man, he will spoil you. Flowers, fancy dinner (if he can afford it), a personal serenade... he doesn't fall into actual honest-to-god love very often, but when he does, he falls hard and puts everything he has into showing the person he loves that he cares. He does lean toward monetary gifts = affection, though... please, Husk, sometimes your partner really would be happiest with a hug and a song. But he doesn't see it that way, he has to keep gambling to be able to afford the lavish lifestyle his lover deserves. Fucking Vegas.

As an older man on Earth, after a turbulent divorce and decades of addiction and depression, he's a lot like the version of himself in the hotel. Doesn't give a shit about much besides where he's going to get his next drink. He does miss his dreams and wonder what could have been if he didn't screw it all up... but there's no point thinking about wasted opportunity. It just hurts. Drink it away instead. He spends his last few years alone, gambling and drinking and just waiting to finally fucking die.

Death was supposed to be a second chance for him, you know? He could pick himself, become someone again! Too bad for him that "someone" was once again a gambler, and that addiction is always going to catch up with him...

This is a rambling mess. I apologize! I just hope I answered the question correctly! Sorry if I messed it up!

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers

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naranjapetrificada · 1 year ago

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Consider this your opportunity to be an Astrology Bitch and go off about Leo Stede!

(signed, a Virgo sun, Cancer moon, Capricorn rising who simultaneously is and is not an Astrology Bitch, more of a Tarot Bitch tbh)

Okay! You asked for it lol.

I should start by saying that I'm an August Leo sun. Stede is a July Leo, as confirmed by the show:

July Leos are...different somehow? It's not a bad thing and it's not their fault, and if anybody else comes for them we August Leo's will throw down for our siblings, but there's something about the vibes! Maybe it's the Cancer proximity, idk. If anything my anecdata suggests that they're more well adjusted than the rest of us. 🦁❤️🦁

Anyway, I immediately sat up and noticed when they cut to the gravestones because it's second nature for me as an Astrology Gay. Obviously I didn't know Stede at the time and I don't actually know what went down as the character was developed, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I learned that at least one person in the writers room was a fellow Astrology Gay.

So I completely forgot about his birthdate because a) ADHD and b) swooniest romance I'd ever seen, but I started thinking about it again when I showed up like a year late to the fandom and saw people talk about whether they were Ed coded or Stede coded. I am heavily, heavily Stede coded for neurodivergent reasons, but he also exhibits certain Very Leo traits that I recognized immediately.

Leo stereotypes:

Let's get the stereotypes out of the way because while they do apply sometimes (especially for Stede), there's no need to rehash them in detail.

Leadership, which he struggles with at first but a) takes up the mantle of it anyway and b) improves enough that by the end of the season the crew that wanted to mutiny saves his life.

Good hair. Nuff said.

The man has an auxiliary wardrobe for fucks sake.

His "theatrical instincts are finely honed" and while Izzy says it to encourage the fuckery, it's not a lie.

The Revenge

If an 18th century Leo was going to custom build a pirate ship and money was no object, they would 1000% build the Revenge. I could see arguing that a Taurus might build something similar, but honestly I'm not sure a Taurus would become a pirate by choice. Maybe a Taurus might build like, a pleasure yacht or something. A Libra might build a ship that's as good-looking as the Revenge but sharing expensive tastes isn't enough to convince me either. Stede's money allowed him to build and decorate luxuriously, but plenty of rich people used to comfort didn't have ships like the Revenge. As Nigel says during his tour, it's just so incredibly him.

Now for some feelings stuff:

Leos love it when other people are happy, and when we can be involved in fostering that at all for people we care about we are ON IT. Stede wants to create space for others to get what they need to make that happen. Literally in the first episode he talks about the Revenge as somewhere for his crew to work on their trauma and communicate their feelings.

The above is also an extension of Stede's instinctive generosity. Canon doesn't tell us where Ed got his clothes for the French boat party in episode 5, but given that Stede has an auxiliary wardrobe (which he shared with Ed almost immediately) the most likely scenario seems like he loaned (or maybe even gave!) it to Ed. Another possibility is that it was on the ship where Frenchie found his and Oluwande's outfits, but the purple jacket in particular seems very extra in a way that says "Stede" to me.

Speaking of episode 5, let's talk about the party game. Obviously the main takeaway is that Stede has enough of a handle on passive aggression to make the French assholes tear each other apart, but it's not just the passive aggression, it's in the delivery. With sufficient motivation (Ed's hurt feelings, if not his own) we see Stede command the room with confidence. He chooses his targets well. He knows just what to say to get them to agree to play the game at all. The fire wasn't part of the original plan but it shows just how powerful those hard-won skills are when he wants to apply them. (This doesn't feel like it merits its own bullet point but Leos are protective, ride-or-die friends, something else we see in this episode.)

Stede's love language, imo, is quality time. There are arguments for others (there's also a really good meta about his love language causing miscommunication with our touchy-feely boy Ed, if I can find the link I'll edit) but quality time seems the most appropriate to me. Another part of the whole generosity of spirit thing is that he seems to enjoy what a friend of mine called "engineering experiences" for people i.e. crafting activities and jam sessions for the crew. The most obvious of these is the treasure hunt for Ed, which of course comes out of his fear of Ed leaving, but it's also a way for them to spend time together. I'm not at all surprised that a lonely, bullied kid would grow up to value quality time.

I would also extend this to the clearly routine (but still extravagant) breakfast for two that we see Calico Jack crashing in episode 8. Not to mention the first breakfast he and Ed ever share up on the maintop in episode 4. It's not fancy, but he wakes Ed up to share in that moment because he's enjoying the sunrise and the marmalade, and I can't think of anything more Leo than enjoying something then immediately wanting to share it because someone else might enjoy it too.

Stede's not perfect of course, despite all those seemingly positive things I just said. In the way of some Leos he is frequently thoughtless, up to and including when he didn't make to the dock. I can't speak for every Leo but I have definitely accidentally flirted with/been read as flirting with people before, whether I was attracted to them or not. And yeah his quarters are nice but he could have used some of that space for more crew quarters, right? And how could a Leo possibly misread "what makes Ed happy is you" as badly as he did?

Well I may be an Astrology Binch but I mostly like it (and anything else that puts personalities into discrete groups) as an analysis tool. It's just a fun lens to examine behaviors through, IRL and with fictional characters. Also, the show is clearly trying to examine things like trauma and self-loathing in ways that are gonna inform character behavior way more than a hypothetical astrology enthusiast in the (admittedly pretty queer) writers room. But the vibes? The vibes are so there.

#There's also an entire essay I could write about Leo traits people don't notice or care about but I can do that later #Rhys isn't a Leo though Taika is #Rhys is an Aries and Aries/Leo friendships and relationships can work out extremely well #I appreciate Taika for his Leo vibes #which are not the expected ones #I love seeing a Leo who seems occasionally bored during interviews and stuff #more grumpy Leo representation please #stede bonnet #because this next one came up in the results for Stede's name I'll add it too #stede bonnet has a caretaking kink #which isn't not a Leo thing either lol #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #our flag means death meta #character meta #astrology is fake but #fictional character astrology #oh also let's not forget all that sunny Leo energy that's part of so much Stede fanon #that feels relevant #afaik we don't have a birthdate for Ed #but it wouldn't surprise me at all to learn he was a Scorpio because the man can BROOD #I can also see him as a couple other signs though so I would need to think about it for a bit longer first #also I couldn't shoehorn it in but something about the difference between confidence and self esteem #Leos can definitely have one but not the other #*points to self*

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