#Buckets Of Blood

[eriktheshitmusician]

BUCKETS OF BLOOD ARRIVED ON THE SCENE

[lobothebuilder]

Jedi Master Buckets Of Blood, everyone!

[jewishcissiekj]

Woah it's the conclusion to the exciting saga of me reading Thr High Republic Phase I comics but this time it's the end of it so. uh. you know. Starlight and shit. (might be 2 parts bc I have many screenshots)

suddenly I forgot words

Keeve... babygirl... stop that... fuck...

Sskeer and Keeve are so silly yet so angsty at the same time, kinda Quinlan & Aayla coded of them if you think about it

already made that joke but who cares. white woman save me

Marchion get you ugly hologram ass out of here let me see Lourna's face

oh my lord it's tempest runner Lourna DEEEEEEEE

white woman.... (I am so Elzar Man)

ooooh the girls are fightingggggg dude I love the way Avar's hair is short at the front it's so pretty

YURI

yeah so you see that should be me. Keeve get out of the way.

Sorry for not talking about the actual content of these issues. This was sssssssoooooo

back to lesbian

a) gorgous gorgues THR Adventures #13 cover b) Ky and Asajj are literally from this lineage idk what to tell you

Lula Talisola I haven't heard from you in 3 days but I need you back so bad already

oops they shrunked

Krix shaking in his boots but that's just a guy he should be terrified but that's still just a dude

MRALISOLAAAAAA Canonically queer Star Wars character my beloved

OK so I have three Adventures pics left but I already have 29 pics here so gonna do the rest (not just Adventures I have mores shit left) in a separate post👍 this was fun

The High Republic (2021) #12-14 | The High Republic Adventures (2021) #13

[roguerebels]

Sal's Star Wars 2024 Favorites!

From the Scarlet Skull to #VALANCENATION. From Doctor Aphra to the #YordeHorde! I present my bests and favorites from Star Wars 2024!

[retrob0t]

I’m so glad that the High Republic showed us what Jedi undies look like

[damn-right-reo]

If we don’t get henry wearing a kimono and singing don’t stop me now I am going to riot

Who’s with me?

[galacticrambler]

I’ve long been wondering when Lula Talisola was going to have to make the big decision: The Jedi Order or her love for Zeen Mrala. We’ll, we wait no more. It’s here in Star Wars: The High Republic Adventures Phase III # 5.

The battle of Korvix Vorn was wild. Jedi near-sacrificing themselves so others could be safe and get a few more breaths in before being suffocated in the vacuum of space was a fun twist to the battle. Seeing Farzala Tarabel and Buckets of Blood risking their lives in order to save others was brilliantly illustrated by Elisa Romboli.

One of the highlights of the book was the full page spread of Qort and Lula rescuing Buckets of Blood. It is gorgeous. While Lula always looks cool in these books, Qort looks amazing here.

We’re left without an answer as to which Nihil definitely survived, as the ship exploded. My assumption is that Niv Drendow and Driggit survived? Right? That makes sense.

At the end of the book, Lula finally mashed her decision. While she’s been agonizing over it (and completely forgetting who she was at one point!), she’s finally come to the commission that her love love for Zeen outweighs her desire to continue being a Jedi. And, it sounded like a marriage proposal to me!

The real question for DJO here is why is everybody so hot? Good grief, my dude.

The book is great as always. I highly recommend.

[collinsportmaine]

When a bat slams into the window of a romance novelist house, of course she nurses it back to health in her garage. The next day the bat transforms into a naked vampire.

One review called this movie “heavy-handed and trashy entertainment… some of its laughs are intentional or a bit off the rocker. You’ll see buckets of blood, along with bellies full of laughter.”

[knightofleo]

[jewishcissiekj]

At the end of The High Republic phase 1. Only Fallen Star & Midnight Horizon left basically. Mission to Disaster-Fallen Star comics reading post! (I'm emotionally devastated after reading Star Wars Adventures #12 you have no idea)

Love love love love this cover. Kantam Sy my beautiful partner they're soooooo

LOST ALL MY GALACTIC BAKE-OFF SCREENSHOTS AND I'M TOO LAZY TO GO BACK AND FIND NEW ONES. Here are my favorite pages anyway it was so cute and Lily was there I think? pretty sure that's her with the black hair and the bob, it seems right (and Burry!)

I have a lot to say about Trail of Shadows #3 but first of: slut. put a shirt on. Jesus.

Dalna mentioned! Haha that planet is going to helllllll

Keeve aka my special little guy finally got a hug! I bet Emerick gives the best hugs

A lot going on with the dialogue but my first thought here was "CHOPPER?????" no, it's Estala Maru's droid. It is pretty similar tho

Big fan of how connected THR is, love to randomly see Ram Jomaram in Trail of Shadows (I only got the race in THR Adventures later but it's a nice connecting thread)

Oh Avar is tiredddddd I need her

Again, the connections are great! I love this panel a lot

:):):):) Rooting for them, wholesome relationships are always welcome for me

Turns out I did, not, in fact, lose my Galactic Bake-off screenshots, I'm just bad at finding them. Here's Kantam again because look at them!!!

FUCKKKKK ZEEN AND LULA ARE GONNA END IN A TRAGEDY AREN'T THEY

connectionsssss

Deva's design is so cool, I know she's hundreds of years old and that she appears in the Sana Starros series but I hope we see her in Phase 3 too if that even makes sense

Affieeeeeeee

Wait just how big is Geode should I start running

And what if I said Yoda-Kantam-Lula Jedi lineage goes down to Mana-Ky-Asajj linea- (given Lula lives)

This isn't ending well for them is ittttt

Them! Also the 2nd one is such a funny ending page with Krix on da ground barely alive

Huh ok so I got through THR phase 1 much faster than I thought I would. All in all, I started in the middle of the summer, more or less, and not only did I finish most of it, I also squeezed a fair amount of Legends books in between. I will be starting the Fallen Star as soon as I finish another Legends book, and then Midnight Horizon and maybe a few more things and I'll start being annoying about The High Republic Phase 2 instead! (I still have some Phase 1 comics left, but after the fallen star and midnight horizon lol)

The High Republic Adventures: Galactic Bake-Off Spectacular #1 | The High Republic: Trail of Shadows #3 | The High Republic Adventures (2021) #11 | Star Wars Adventures (2020) #14 | Star Wars Adventures Annual 2021 #1 | The High Republic Adventures (2021) #12

[nezierf]

that one meme from twt except you gotta remember these two are absolute losers

[lord-cherry-bucket]

-Did you just call me Clint?

-Shut up, Barton.

Or when your crush coworker gets hurt during a mission and you go feral.

[princesseilish]

BLOOD MOON .1

Vampire!Paige x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, stalking, obsession

Synopsis: paige's obsession with you is starting to crack, will you let her bite you?

A/N: i got to lazy too add italics, just imagine them there

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter One, The Beginning of Obsession

Paige Bueckers had lived through centuries, but nothing—no battle, no famine, no war—had ever unraveled her like her.

Y/N.

The girl who walked through life completely unaware of the storm she had stirred inside Paige.

She had smelt her before she had ever seen her.

It had been a crisp autumn afternoon, campus buzzing with life as students rushed between classes. Paige had been walking through the courtyard, blending in with the sea of humans as she always did, when it hit her—

A scent.

Sweet, warm, intoxicating.

It wasn’t just the scent of human blood—it was hers.

It curled into Paige’s lungs, settled into her chest, coiled around her like a vice grip. Her mouth had gone dry, fangs threatening to extend right there in broad daylight.

And then she saw her.

Y/N had been sitting on a bench, hunched over a thick textbook, completely lost in whatever she was reading. A pencil twirled between her fingers absentmindedly, her lips pursed in deep concentration.

Paige stared.

It was reckless. Dangerous. But she couldn’t help it.

A gust of wind picked up, pushing a few loose strands of hair into Y/N’s face. She sighed, tucking them behind her ear before looking up.

Paige froze.

For the first time, she was met with Y/N’s eyes—sharp, intelligent, yet soft. There was a quiet curiosity in them, like she was constantly observing, reading people without them realizing.

Paige barely managed to school her expression before Y/N’s gaze flickered past her, dismissing her entirely as she returned to her book.

Paige let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

It had been so long since anything made her feel human. Since anything made her feel like she had a heart still capable of racing.

And then—

“Hey, Paige, you good?”

Paige blinked, realizing Azzi was standing beside her, eyebrow raised.

She forced herself to snap out of it. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Azzi followed her gaze, eyes landing on Y/N. A knowing smirk crept onto her face. “Oh. Interesting.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “It’s not—”

“I’ve never seen you just stare at someone like that.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

Azzi huffed a laugh. “Sure.”

Paige clenched her jaw, forcing herself to turn away, but it was already too late. The obsession had started.

And it would only get worse.

It became a routine.

Paige never meant to be near Y/N, but somehow, she always was.

She sat a few rows behind her in lectures, close enough to listen to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She took the longer route to practice just to pass the library when Y/N was studying late. She lingered in coffee shops, hidden in plain sight, watching as Y/N scribbled in her notebook, deep in thought.

And Y/N?

Completely oblivious.

Until one night—

It was late, the campus nearly empty. Y/N had been in the library for hours, lost in her notes, unaware of how much time had passed.

Paige knew. She always did.

When Y/N finally packed up her things and stepped outside, she shivered, pulling her jacket tighter around her.

Paige watched from the shadows, silent as ever.

She had followed Y/N home dozens of times—never too close, never making a sound. Just watching. Making sure she was safe.

But tonight, something changed.

Y/N stopped walking.

She turned, scanning the dimly lit street, her brows furrowing slightly.

Paige felt a flicker of amusement.

She feels me.

Paige had spent years mastering the art of staying hidden, of moving unnoticed. But Y/N’s instincts were sharp. She didn’t know what she was sensing, but she felt it.

Still, she shook her head and kept walking, convincing herself it was nothing.

Paige smirked.

But then—

“Are you following me?”

Paige froze.

Y/N’s voice was steady, firm, but not scared.

Paige stepped out of the shadows. Slowly. Controlled.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly when she saw her.

“Paige?”

Paige tilted her head, letting a slow smirk creep onto her lips. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Y/N studied her, sharp eyes scanning for something—anything. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Paige chuckled, slipping her hands into her pockets. “You think I’m following you?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Are you?”

Paige let the silence stretch just long enough to make her uneasy.

Then she shook her head. “Just heading home.”

Y/N exhaled, though she still looked unsure. “Right.”

Paige watched her carefully. She could hear the slightest increase in Y/N’s heartbeat. Not fear—just… curiosity.

She liked that.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N,” Paige said smoothly before stepping past her, walking away as if she hadn’t spent the entire night making sure she was safe.

Y/N stood there for a second longer, watching her go.

She didn’t know it yet.

Didn’t realize how deep Paige’s obsession ran.

But she would.

soon.

Y/N should have forgotten about the encounter.

Paige Bueckers was a campus legend—a star athlete, an undeniable presence, someone far too big to be paying attention to someone like her.

And yet, that night had lingered in Y/N’s mind.

The way Paige had stepped from the shadows, completely calm, completely in control, like she knew something Y/N didn’t.

The way her gaze had lingered just a little too long.

The way she had smirked, almost like she was amused.

Y/N wasn’t scared.

But she was curious.

And Paige? Paige was growing desperate.

She should have left it alone.

Should have let that night be the last time she got too close.

But she couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

The obsession had grown into something feral inside her.

She craved Y/N’s presence the way she craved blood.

It was wrong, she knew that. But Y/N was just too much.

She was smart—always reading, always analyzing, always a step ahead of everyone else. But with Paige? Blind.

She was honest—never sugarcoating things, always speaking her mind when she actually chose to speak. Paige liked that. Loved it.

She was quiet—but her silence was loud. Paige could hear every unspoken thought in the way she furrowed her brows, in the way she pressed her lips together when she was deep in concentration.

And, most of all, she was oblivious.

To the way Paige watched her from across lecture halls.

To the way she lingered in coffee shops, listening to the steady rhythm of Y/N’s heartbeat.

To the way she followed her home at night, keeping just enough distance to never be seen—but always there.

Always.

“Dude.”

Paige didn’t look up from where she was absentmindedly spinning a basketball on her fingertips.

Azzi groaned. “Are you even listening to me?”

“No,” Paige replied smoothly.

Azzi rolled her eyes. “You’ve been off lately.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

Paige shot her a look.

Azzi crossed her arms. “You’re distracted. And I know why.”

Paige clenched her jaw. “Drop it.”

Azzi didn’t. “You like her.”

Paige went still. The ball slipped from her fingertips, rolling across the gym floor.

Azzi smirked. “I knew it.”

Paige exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not—”

“It so is.”

Paige shot her a warning glare, but Azzi just grinned, dribbling the ball once before passing it back to her.

“You’re not as subtle as you think,” Azzi added.

Paige caught the ball with ease, gripping it tightly. “She doesn’t know anything.”

“Yet.”

Azzi’s voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it—something serious beneath the humor.

Paige didn’t respond.

Because she knew the truth.

She wasn’t just watching Y/N.

She was protecting her.

From others.

From herself.

But the hunger was getting harder to control.

And soon, Y/N wouldn’t be oblivious anymore.

Because soon?

Paige wouldn’t be able to stop herself.

Paige was losing control.

She could feel it slipping, unraveling inside her like a fraying thread that couldn’t be stitched back together.

For centuries, she had perfected restraint—mastered the art of blending in, of suppressing the hunger, of keeping her instincts locked beneath the surface.

But Y/N made all of that impossible.

Because Y/N was everywhere.

Even when she wasn’t.

Even when Paige forced herself to stay away—to not see, to not smell, to not feel—Y/N was still there.

In her mind. In her pulse. In the deep, gnawing ache in her bones that only seemed to worsen each time she was near.

She wasn’t just hungry.

She was starving.

It was a Wednesday night when it finally started to crack.

Paige hadn’t planned to run into Y/N.

She never planned to.

But it kept happening, like the universe was forcing them into each other’s orbit.

This time, it was at the coffee shop just off campus—the one Y/N always went to, the one Paige had told herself she wouldn’t step foot in tonight.

And yet, here she was.

The moment she walked in, her senses were flooded.

Y/N’s scent hit her first—warm, sweet, and so uniquely hers that Paige’s stomach clenched on instinct.

She spotted her immediately—seated near the back, a book open in front of her, fingers tapping absently against the rim of her cup.

Her lips were pursed, eyes scanning the text with an intensity Paige recognized—a look of pure focus, one she had watched a thousand times from the shadows.

You shouldn’t be here.

Paige knew that.

But her feet carried her forward before her mind could stop them.

Y/N didn’t notice at first.

Didn’t look up until Paige was sliding into the seat across from her, dropping her bag onto the table like she belonged there.

Y/N blinked.

Paige smirked.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Paige said smoothly.

Y/N tilted her head, scanning her with that sharp, knowing gaze.

“You don’t come here,” she said simply.

Paige hummed, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe I do.”

Y/N didn’t look convinced. “I would’ve noticed.”

Paige’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second.

Would you?

Because Y/N hadn’t noticed her. Not the way she should have. Not the way Paige had been watching her, following her, breathing her in like she was something holy.

But she liked that Y/N thought she was observant.

Paige leaned back, resting her arms over the back of the chair, eyes flickering toward Y/N’s book. “What are you reading?”

Y/N studied her for a moment before answering, “Something you wouldn’t care about.”

Paige grinned. “Try me.”

Y/N hesitated, then turned the book so Paige could see the title.

Paige raised an eyebrow. Psychological case studies.

Of course.

She tapped the cover. “So this is what you do for fun?”

Y/N exhaled a small laugh, shaking her head. “It’s what I do to understand people.”

Paige’s smirk returned. “You think you’ve got people all figured out?”

Y/N shrugged. “Mostly.”

Paige’s fingers drummed against the table. “What about me?”

Y/N’s gaze lifted to hers again, sharp and assessing.

Paige felt something dark curl in her chest.

She almost wanted to dare Y/N to read her—to see if she could pick up on the monster that lurked beneath the surface.

Y/N stared at her for a moment longer before saying, “I don’t know yet.”

Paige’s smirk flickered.

Y/N hadn’t said she couldn’t read her.

She had said not yet.

And for some reason, that made something deep in Paige’s stomach tighten.

Because sooner or later, Y/N would figure her out.

She would see what Paige was.

And when that happened…

Paige didn’t know if she’d have the strength to let her go.

Paige should have walked away.

Every part of her screamed to leave, to end this game before it spiraled beyond her control.

But there was something about Y/N—about the way she looked at Paige, about the way her voice, her scent, her very presence wrapped around Paige’s senses like a slow-burning fire.

She wasn’t supposed to get this close.

But she already was.

And now, she couldn’t stop.

The coffee shop had thinned out, the evening crowd dwindling until it was just them, the hum of the espresso machine, and the faint buzz of a nearby streetlamp.

Paige had stayed longer than she intended.

She wasn’t even sure how it happened—one second, she had been watching Y/N flip through her case studies, and the next, she had been listening.

Actually listening.

Y/N had started explaining a concept—something about human behavior, about the way people reveal themselves without realizing it.

Paige had leaned in, curious despite herself. “So you’re saying people have tells?”

Y/N nodded. “Little things. The way they react under stress, how they avoid certain topics, how their body shifts when they’re uncomfortable.”

Paige’s lips curled at that. Interesting.

She rested her chin on her palm. “What about me?”

Y/N exhaled through her nose, amused. “You want me to psychoanalyze you?”

Paige smirked. “If you think you can.”

Y/N studied her again, and for the first time, Paige felt something close to nervousness settle in her stomach.

Y/N was good at this.

Maybe too good.

Finally, Y/N said, “You like control.”

Paige arched a brow. “Everyone likes control.”

“But not like you.”

Paige’s fingers twitched against the table. “Oh?”

Y/N tilted her head. “You anticipate things before they happen. You always position yourself where you can see everything. You only react when you want to.”

Paige’s smirk didn’t waver, but she felt something dark flicker in her chest.

Y/N continued, voice softer now. “And sometimes… it seems like you’re holding something back.”

Paige went very still.

Y/N didn’t look away, eyes steady, sharp, like she was searching for something Paige wasn’t ready to give her.

For a moment, Paige let herself wonder—

What if Y/N knew?

What if she could sense the hunger, the restraint, the sheer violence of what Paige was keeping caged beneath the surface?

Would she run?

Would she stay?

Paige leaned forward, the space between them shrinking. “And what do you think I’m holding back?”

Y/N blinked once, then said, “I don’t know yet.”

Yet.

Again with that word.

Paige should have been amused, but instead, something twisted inside her—something raw, something she couldn’t name.

Before she could speak, Y/N glanced at the time and sighed. “I should go.”

Paige inhaled, catching the shift in Y/N’s scent—fatigue, contentment, the faintest trace of something else.

She stood as Y/N packed up her things. “It’s late,” Paige said casually. “I’ll walk you home.”

Y/N hesitated. “You don’t have to.”

Paige’s lips twitched. “I want to.”

Y/N studied her again, and Paige could feel her debating. But in the end, she nodded.

Paige ignored the way something warm spread through her chest.

The walk back was quiet, their footsteps the only sound echoing along the empty sidewalk.

Y/N didn’t speak much, and Paige didn’t press.

She liked the silence.

Liked the way Y/N let it exist.

But then—

“You’re not what I expected.”

Paige glanced at her. “Oh?”

Y/N’s hands were tucked into her pockets, her breath visible in the cool night air. “People talk about you like you’re… larger than life. Confident. Unshakable.”

Paige smirked. “And you don’t think I am?”

Y/N hummed. “I think you’re calculated.”

Paige’s amusement flickered. “That a bad thing?”

Y/N shook her head. “Just different.”

Paige wasn’t sure what to make of that.

They reached Y/N’s apartment building, and she turned to face Paige. “Thanks for walking me.”

Paige nodded. “Anytime.”

Y/N hesitated, then added, “Goodnight, Paige.”

Paige’s lips parted, but before she could respond, Y/N was already inside, door clicking shut behind her.

Paige exhaled, staring at the spot where she had stood.

Her fists clenched at her sides.

She had been so close.

So close to reaching out. So close to touching her.

So close to giving in.

But she couldn’t.

Not yet.

Because once she did—

She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to stop.

[collegeboysam]

70s daniel, suffering severe blood loss after louis fed from him and a concussion from being thrown around like a ragdoll, but still asking armand to let him suck his dick:

[galacticrambler]

We’ll kick off today’s review of Star Wars: The High Republic Adventures Phase III # 4 with the now repetitive notice that THIS BOOK DOES NOT MISS. Daniel Jose Older is my favorite Star Wars author, and he always gives us that quality.

The story takes us to the Republic and Jedi assault on the Nihil prison ship, the Korvix Vorn. That ship is where we discover that a lot of “missing” Jedi have survived being the Occlusion Zone for the last year of Nihil rule. We knew that Farzala had survived, but now we get confirmation that Buckets of Blood survived and well.

Unfortunately, to give Farzala and Buckets a little more page time meant that Lula Talisola and Zeen Mrala were less of a focus this week. Keeping them involved allows the book to give some secondary characters some focus while still moving the plot forward.

I want to take a second and praise the art in this issue from Elisa Romboli. Every page is gorgeous, and all of the characters look alive! I love it. Just crushed it.

How good is this art? Let’s jump to digital page 10 where Farzala Tarabal was looking like an absolute snack. Goodness that young man grew up into a Jedi Knight.

This was a great book. As a High Republic completionist, being able to place the events of the books and comics together in my head is beautiful.

[itswhatyougive]

Say what you will about Stede Bonnet, but he is in demand. Blackbeard can't stop touching the stiddies, Prince Ricky gave him the eye at Spanish Jackie's, Anne Bonny climbed in his lap to kiss him sloppy, Hellkat Maggie was giggling and kicking her feet, even Izzy Hands slapped his ass and copped a feel of his thigh.

Ed was right. Everyone DOES want a piece of the Gentleman Pirate