#I like to think he and Caleb retire there

[wolfofcelestia]

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The boys in retirement

and how fast I think they would develop a dadbod

(From slowest to fastest)

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Rafayel:

I mean, he isn't a fan of exercise as it is but he's gonna want to swim his heart out whenever he wants. Actually, now that he's retired, he has even more time to swim around. Seafood isn't super fatty either, so there wouldn't be much of a change in his body if he were to retire and live a simple life with MC

Exercise:

- Moderate-high (if swimming is considered exercise for him?)

Diet:

- Pretty healthy actually

Dadbod transformation:

- Minimal or very slow

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Caleb:

The question is... Can he even retire? I'm going to assume that he can retire as colonel officially, but in the background, he'd still be "on call", so he'd still be physically active. Maybe not as much as he used to be, but he'd still have to keep in shape enough to carry out his duties. Still, I feel like his body would definitely soften up in "retirement" when MC keeps asking him to make all these different feasts and to eat them with her

Exercise:

- Moderate-high (for reasons he cannot disclose, he must be ripped at all times)

Diet:

- Indulgent

Dadbod transformation:

- Minimal or very slow

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Sylus:

This man is a gourmet. Every meal is as delicious as it could possibly get. And if you've watched any cooking shows by famous chefs whose food Sylus would no doubt be eating (*cough* Gordon Ramsay *cough*), you'll know that they pretty much just baste everything in butter and different fats make things taste better. Add his drinking to the mix, and he's got a ton of calories lined up for him on the daily

I'm assuming his metabolism is faster than a human's though. And I'm also assuming he'd still want to keep his boxing hobby up. He'd have more time to box too, now that he's retired. So I feel like he'd definitely be looking a little rounder than in his prime boxing days, but he'd still be able to hold his own in the ring

He may be minimally affected due to his non-human metabolism, but all that decadent food would catch up to MC pretty quick too. No matter what, Sylus still makes sure he's strong enough to pick her up with one arm because he loves to see her face light up, just like how it did when he first flung her over his shoulder

Exercise:

- High (boxing and MC lifting)

Diet:

- Extremely indulgent

Dadbod transformation:

- Minimal or very slow

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Xavier:

Assuming he completely quits any sort of fighting, I'd say his junk food eating would catch up to him pretty quick, but again, I'm also assuming his metabolism is a lot faster so he can process that better than earth humans. But if he and MC retire together, I'm 10000% sure she wouldn't let him live off of junk food. He would probably still gravitate towards it, but she'd steer him in a more... sane direction. So he'd fill out into a dadbod pretty quick but not as fast as... well...

Exercise:

- Low (eepy)

Diet:

- He's struggling out here

Dadbod transformation:

- He's definitely getting there

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Zayne:

Oh, Dr. Zayne... Meet him one year into retirement and you wouldn't even recognize him ahdskdh

He's developed an addiction to sugary coffee to get through his days from med school and all throughout his career, so he's definitely not going to give that up. Then there are all his sweet treats. MC can nag him all she wants but he's gonna get his hands on them one way or another. He's earned his retirement, after all

His life would be one sweet treat after the other, with healthy meals in between of course. He'd ensure both he and MC get well-balanced meals, giving them all the required nutrients they need each and every day. Followed by a delicious dessert. Always dessert

Despite his indulgence and gluttony, old habits die hard, and he wouldn't be able to silence the inner doctor within him. He'd still insist on going for walks with MC after each meal. They'd be known throughout their little retirement community as the couple who always walks together through their neighbourhood, rain or shine. They could always be seen in a little park watching the sunset together

His body would definitely get softer, but so would his heart, filled with everything he ever wanted - more time with MC, more time to enjoy life with her, and always, always more sweets

Exercise:

- Low-moderate (mostly walking)

Diet:

- Oh god

- Probably the diet of a unicorn

Dadbod transformation:

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[sldlovescartoons]

Hi, I’d like to get back on my bullshit for a second.

My Essek Food bullshit, specifically.

Because I remembered Rumblecusp. And I had been enlightened.

Essek would be so excited to eat dinosaurs and whatever else fucked up bullshit lurks on that island. I’m so serious.

The Nein go on dinosaur hunts for old times sake and Essek is just listing fancy ass dishes to try and make because he is noble born elf fancy ass- so. The Nein are like, butchering this T-Rex and he’s just floating there, asking if they think they could make a roulade with that flank? Discussing fillings and sauces and being otherwise unhelpful.

He and Yasha would have the time of their lives hunting and munching on the crazy, huge, carnivorous bugs that live on that island. Like, they are in The Tower, and on one end of the table are most of the Nein with regular food with like exotic fruits they foraged that day and on the other end Yasha and Essek are having those pillbugs from The Emperor’s New Grove going on.

Essek might be treacherous heretic (Jester made him a tunic with it written across the Chester and everything), but he’s having a ‘sloppy Joe’ (will the wonders of the neins naming ever cease?) made with Ankylosaur meat. Suck it, Umavi.

[muqingslover]

hiii, can you please share more goofy habits caleb has while sharing a bed with u 💝

[ By popular demand i'm here to share extra thoughts on Caleb's sleeping habits! Kinda of a part two to this, in case you missed! ]

Oh boy there's so much to unpack here. We all know Caleb has experienced a loooot of bad things and has not worked through them in an actual healthy way at all. He is also a master at hiding it from you, but you can get a glimpse of how damaged he truly is during bedtime.

First of all, you will rarely, if ever, catch him sleeping on an actual bed. Or sleeping at all to be honest. What Caleb does is take power naps whenever he can on his couch at the office or when he's at your place waiting for you to. The one to (partially) blame for this is his chronic insomnia. I like to believe Caleb has always been a very light sleeper and it's only gotten worse throughout the years— The sound of a door opening is enough for him to be wide wake in a matter of seconds. Trust issues anyone?

When he wakes up, if alone, his go-to activity is working out. He'll do push-ups or leave the house for a loooong late night jog, anything that will tire his body out since he's wired up. Then, he takes a freezing cold shower to reboot his system and either starts to work early or sits down to solve some calculus problems to prevent his mind from thinking about anything else since it's 98% of the time never anything good.

To add to that, the main reason as to why his insomnia is so bad is the fact he has nightmares on an almost daily basis. They're often about you in some way and he wakes up panicking about where you are, how you are, if you're with someone else, why you aren't here with him instead and if you plan on leaving him. That's why it's so crucial for Caleb that you stay somewhere he can see you whenever he needs to. Otherwise, his anxiety will gnaw at him until he just shows up unprompted on your front door in the middle of the night.

On the topic of nightmares, next thing on the list is a more...sensitive one: His reactions to nightmares that involves the abuse Caleb himself went through. I say sensitive because this man is a trained soldier and he wakes up in very high alert which, sometimes, means he might hurt you by pure reflex similar to retired war veterans.

The first time you woke up with his hands tightly wrapped around your neck you seriously thought you were a goner. The sound of your voice calling his name was fortunately enough to make him snap out of the haze he was trapped in, believing he was under the threat of the ghosts of his past and had to defend himself before it was him the one who would end up dead. You have always been his anchor, it was not a surprise that you were the only one able to pull him back even in a moment like this.

Regardless if he had been in control or not, Caleb would blame himself until his last day on this world. He wouldn't sleep (Key word being sleep because he will stay in bed with you, he just won't *sleep*) on the same bed as you anymore after this and instead spends his nights on a mattress on the floor next to you. The sight of your bruised neck and the tears in your eyes because of his hands, because of him, only serve as fuel for his nightmares. He doesn't even want to imagine what would've happened if you hadn't been able to speak loudly enough to wake him up.

"Caleb is a big spoon!!" people yell at me and I agree! However! If you want this man to have some peaceful sleep then the only way to achieve that is to have him laying on your chest where he can both listen to your steady heartbeat and feel your warmth as he holds you. Run your fingers through his hair and promise him you'll be right there when he wakes up to soothe his anxieties as much as possible and he might just sleep throughout the entire night.

Moving on to more sweet thoughts so we don't end on a bitter note— He has serious beef with the plushies you own, specifically the ones you hug to sleep. I mean, he's right here? Hello??? Why would you want to hug that fat ass bear of yours. If your plushie goes missing one day through suspicious means don't be sad because you can just cuddle him! He promises he'll behave this time!

Another silly thing is Caleb cannot keep his hands to himself when the two of you are sharing a bed. Literally. His hands have a will of their own and they must be touching you at all times in some way. That also means he will bother you by torturing tickling you non-stop until you're on the verge of tears. He loves the sound of your joyful laughter and how red your face gets while you try to escape the evil tickle monster so I'm afraid there's no way to get him to actually stop.

[velaenam]

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a group of men surround the ‘maverick’-- a beautiful dark grey f35. they study the aircraft in awe, excited to try and sit in the cockpit. your father and another official had taken a handful of the pilots to tour the hangar that housed some of the most prestigious aircrafts the DAA had ever produced, and in the front and center, ‘maverick’ was standing loud and proud. not everybody has the credibility to be able to go into this hangar, so for the pilots this was almost a dream come true. 

“this is my favorite thing in the world.” your dad puts both his hands out, showing off his pretty girl. the pilots stare, silently, as your dad reminisces his history with the aircraft, “when i first started such as yourselves, i saw this beauty first being unveiled. one of the most gorgeous things i have ever seen in my life– aside from my wife of course.” he snickers, “--  i told my sarge that i wanted to fly on that thing. he told me ‘in your dreams.’ and well.. look who got to put his name on the side.” he says smugly. 

“when was the last time someone rode it?” a pilot asks, looking off to the side, your father looks at the cockpit, inquisitively. when WAS the last time someone rode the f35? .. “hmm. probably when i retired from the DAA as a pilot. maybe 15 plus some years ago.” – they raise their brows at him, “is it still … good to run?” – “of course! we constantly update it, at least once a year, or if my daughter is feeling generous– every other month. she mostly runs the logistics of the planes here.” he motions the rows of other planes behind the maverick, “these are the top of the line and her company regularly maintains it.”

the men stare dumbfounded, and one raises his hand to speak up, “sir… how old is your daughter?” 

“shes 27.” their jaw drops, only a year or two older than some of these pilots. dumbfounded at how someone that young already had such an impressive impressive portfolio. “she graduated college when she was 15. she’s been working in the aviation field since she was 17. she’s got a very experienced track record.” he chuckles, a cheesy wide smile spread on his face as he boasts about you. that was his favorite pastime aside from sleeping and watching sports. if you heard him talking about you like this you probably would’ve stuffed him in a trashcan to shut him up. 

“you think shes single?” someone whispers near his friend, and if wasn’t so insanely silent in the hangar, your father wouldn’t have even heard that. he turns to the pilot, his smugness coming back, “you want to try your hand with my daughter? i can certainly pass a note to her.” he pauses, then looks at the pilots again, “i’ll tell ya what. whoever gets the maverick, i can let my daughter know about you.” 

“well damn, calebs already won.” the same pilot groans in his hand, clearly already defeated. 

“who is caleb?” your dad looks around, and the men part like the red sea to reveal caleb in the very back, “huh-” caleb looks up from his hand, and your dad walks towards him, inspecting him.

“son. get in the plane.” your dad commands, and caleb stiffens, before nodding– despite being reluctant about it. he didn’t hear a damn thing they were talking about.

he was too busy staring down, his necklace in hand. he had spaced off due to so many thoughts in his head. he felt bad, because he was in the presence of aviation royalty, and yet– his brain trailed him off to another path. so now when hes needed he didn’t know where they were in the conversation. all he knows now is that he’s being picked on for an aircraft that he was intimidated by. maybe his friends were padding him a bit too much. his head was definitely not in the game, and he doesn’t have forever to figure this out.

he walks towards the aircraft, staring through it. it was godly, to say the least, and as he stared more the manly urge to hop on the aircraft and pretend that he was in a simulation increases. 

caleb eyes it one last time before hopping up on the cockpit. he’d had his fair share from training but the fact that he was on the maverick felt surreal to him. he stares at the buttons, the screen, his fingertips graze the throttle. he was absolutely reeling from the experience. 

“you look like a natural” your father would say, as he examined calebs actions. maybe the young bucks did have a point in always showboating this caleb man. the way he was eyeing the plane in a way that looked of experience. the way he fit in the aircraft reminded him of a younger version of himself. full of dreams.

caleb looked down at your dad and gave him a goofy little grin, before standing up, and sliding out of the cockpit. hes going to definitely think about that for a while. 

“come have dinner with my family.” 

you’re one foot in the grave, staring down the wanderer in a highly fortified and shielded cage, and near is a group of hunters, ready to kill it in the event it broke out.

the testing ground was quiet, there was a low humming coming from the wanderer as your team shifts around, trying to figure out what to do.  just outside the containment cage was a jet– call sign enterprise– was powered up, systems running, and sensors blinking as the team prepared to collect interference data.

you sit behind the barricade with the systems engineer. her eyes shift everywhere that data moved, “telemetry looks clean… for now.” her eyes flickered over the readings, and you look over, tapping the screen, “let’s bring it closer by a couple klicks.. i want to nudge the threshold. let’s see if we can find the sweet spot of when the ai started to glitch.” 

besides you and the lead engineer was another engineer, he frowned as you said that, his eyebrows furrow, “are we sure the containment will hold if the wanderer reacts to the power signatures?” you point towards the hunters near the containment bay, not taking your eyes off the telemetry monitor, “that’s why they’re here. but short answer– no.” your lead engineer cuts you off, “but if we don’t understand how it scrambles our tech we’ll never stop it from grounding us.” you nod in agreement as the both of you lock into the screen.

as the jet started to inch forward, the diagnostics began to blink rapidly– small distortions in the avionics, and slight lag in the navigation feedback. the data starts to stream in, as the jet groaned softly under the invisible barrier the wanderer was emitting.

the lead engineers eyes squint, jaw set as she leans over the terminal, “it’s mimicking the input distortion… like it’s learning what to break?” 

the intercom patches through the room and a tech reports, “mainframes still responding, but not cleanly.”

as you remain quiet, the hud of the jet starts to flicker violently. the screen starts to glitch all of the sudden. the ai was locking up. your engineer and you look at each other, “it’s invading the ai.” you both say, in unison, your internal alarms going off. as you go to push the buttons the plane starts to hum even louder, the afterburners roaring life. your face contorts to annoyance as you stride over to the emergency button, slamming down on it. 

the engine dies almost immediately, the last of the power whirring away softly until it goes quiet.

it was frozen in the room, your eyes flicker to the engineers as you motion them, “get the results sent over to me and print it as well, we need to send this over to the DAA and jenna so we may figure out what they want to do.”

as you step towards the exit your secretary hands you your phone. it was your dad. your eyebrows furrow, puzzled as to why your family members have impeccable timing  calling you at the worst time, ‘i gotta have some intervention with them. whose next, my mom?’ 

“hi dad. terrible time. whats up?” you ask, grabbing your laptop and bag. “we are having dinner tonight, i’d like you to meet somebody.” your brows raise, confused, as your dad never invite anyone over for dinner. “this sounds like a trap. are you about to sell me off to some man?” 

“no honey, there is.. 

–a prospect that i may have… for maverick.” 

you look at yourself in your compact mirror as majors drives you to the family house. you couldn’t help but think who your dad finally thought would take over maverick. that person must be that impressive of a pilot for him to be giving away one of the most valuable jets in the inventory. well not necessarily give away, but it wasn’t something to be trifled with.

you watch as the car gets closer and finish applying your lipstick, straightening yourself out. majors comes out to open the door for you, and you step outside. you wore a red blouse with your dress pants, and your red bottoms that matched. your hair was down, and you had your rings and earrings on today. you always showed out with your outfits, because who knows when theres a sexy and respectable man ready to sweep you off your feet?

you make your way inside the house as you hear laughing, chit chatting. and it sounds like your mother. your eyebrows raise again, confused as hell. your mother didn’t come home that often, because she was a busy woman herself. as you step into view your father lights up waving you over. “ah, she’s here!” he exclaims, standing up. you take a look at the people in the table. it was a handful of men, one of them being the man you locked eyes with at the gala. 

your eyes land on him again, and once again, your sights linger. his eyes never leaving you as you had to pry them off of his to face your dad, “sit sit! have you met caleb?gideon?--” you nod as you place yourself in the seat in front of caleb. “at the gala, but we aren’t on a first name basis.” you admit, and he smiles at you. something in you felt warm almost instantaneously. is it gettin’ hot in here?

your father takes the reins, speaking about all the men in the room. gideon, and whomever else. the only man really relevant to you is caleb. mr sexy man himself. your eyes never leave his, and his never leave yours. caleb felt tense from your gaze. was it intimidation? he wasn’t sure, but he definitely felt a pull towards you. caleb definitely felt some sort of intimidation, but he also wanted to get to know you.

your dad goes to explain the tradition of a pilots hand off. you zone out, to be honest. you just heard this too many times during your youth, and you ignored it. after he was finished you clear your throat, “so… let me get this straight.. you’re going to hand maverick over, because you felt that he was the one for it?” you ask, tilting your head and looking at caleb, who stayed in eye contact with you. you didn’t know whether or not that was hot or threatening.

”well yes..” and then your eyes dart to your dad, who was just all smiles, as if he was stupid. “i feel like that’s… now forgive me–” eyes dart to caleb, “caleb.” to dad, “you haven’t even seen what he’s capable of..”  one of his friends raise his hand slightly to come to his defense, “w-with all due respect– i think that hes more than capable.. he was our valedictorian, and he is #1 in our graduating class.” you nod. clearly underestimating him, but you couldn’t help it. that jet was your responsibility, you couldn’t just… hand priceless art to some… random, because of feeling. no matter how hot they were– especially not that. cant cloud your judgement!

“if you want to spend some time with the pilots, i can see about pulling some strings on getting you clearance to perhaps shadow them?” your father sits back, wiping the food from his lips, you had thought that would be a good idea, to see what the men are really capable of, since you mostly take the DAA’s word at face value. you think it through, eyes on you. as you ponder, the guys make conversations amongst themselves, complimenting the food, talking about their day.

“-- alright. but we have to evaluate everybody fairly. just because caleb looks good for the jet, doesn’t mean he is.” 

‘she said i look good..’ he thinks, ‘not like that stupid.’

as you say that, relief washes from everybody. not everyone was happy with the caleb dick ride, so for you to say that put an immense relief on their shoulder. at least someone, was neutral about it. you nod at them and stand up, your mother swallows her food quick, trying to catch you before you start to walk off, “honey! you’re not staying for dinner?” you smile down at her. you shake your head, and your phone rings, “sorry mom. work…”  you walk outside, your phone ringing from your engineer. 

caleb watches you as you walk out, and by divine timing his phone also rings. he takes a look at his phone, and the caller reads: ‘pips ♥️’ and he excuses himself from the dinner to walk outside. “hey pips what’s up!” he speaks softly, a small laugh escapes his lips, a bit relieved to hear from his beloved (ik this hurts u to read girl lol)

“caleb! i miss you so much, when are you going to see me?” his heart warms, thinking to himself, when is his next availability? especially the fact that he might have even more restrictions due to the pressure of your dad. “i’m not sure pipsqueak, i just a new assignment.” as he steps outside he sighs, “i promise we’re going to celebrate new years eve just like every year.” he coos into the phone (UGH)

as you focused on your phone call you lean in one of the pillars, out of sight, listening intently at the information that your engineers were discussing amongst themselves. as you listen, you also hear the sound of the door opening, and a distant voice, “i promise we’re going to celebrate new years eve– just like every year.” the man mumbles, and you side eye the person, immediately peeking from the pillar. you notice it was mr handsome– caleb, and you blink, before turning back to listen to your phone call.  'probably talking to his girlfriend' you say to yourself in passing, gluing back into the conversation with your coworkers.

“send me the data to my computer. i think i’ll stay here for the night, but i’ll probably be working on my computer.” you pull from the pillar as you approach caleb. his eyes snap to you, and he beams at you, with you just giving him a simple nod. “you guys did well today- have a good weekend everybody. i’ll call you if i have any issues, do the same.” you end the call. 

“whose that?” her voice rings through calebs ears as he snaps back to his reality. his pips asks- a bit impatiently, caleb raises his brows, at the sudden tone from her voice, “oh shes a colleague. general’s daughter.” as you walk past him your shoulders brush, and caleb looks away, his face pinks, as he puts his attention back to his pips, “well.. i have a lot of stories to tell! we have to catch up soon, caleb!” – “i know, i will try and find a day off to come see you. i swear pipsqueak.” 

you look down at your phone and notice a message that you had not even noticed. it was sent to you 30 minutes ago. it was from whispr, it was captain apple. your eyes light up, a grin spreading on your face as you hit the notification

captain apple: hey, space baby! hope you’re doing good today. been busy at work.  space baby: you’re all good, been busy at work as well. what are you up to today? captain apple: talking to you hopefully?

you felt a blush creep through your cheeks as you stared into the screen. you bit your lips, unsure of how to respond. ‘that was kinda cute.. ugh am i this down bad?’ you wrestle with the thoughts in your head, and close your phone, going  downstairs.

most of the men had left, except gideon and caleb. they were speaking with your dad in the living room while you were up in your old room, camped for the night. you had your computer laid out in your desk as you walked to the entrance. your engineer was supposed to come up and deliver you the papers for your study, and you were going to show your dad to see his insight, and maybe the pilots that remain. you bid the engineer farewell as you close the door, the folder in hand, and you walk towards the living room where they were enjoying some spirits and discussing aviation.

“hey dad. i need you to take a look at this. it’s about wanderers and jets interfering? i don’t know if you know anything about it.” you set the folder in front of the men, and sit down. “i had copies done if you guys want to take a look as well.” you motion them to take some papers. “i’ll be back.” you walk off, going upstairs to get your computer.

captain apple: did i scare ya? i apologize for coming on strong! 

you’d almost forgot about the message. you pursing your lips, unsure what to say 

space baby: oh no sorry haha. i had to step away really quick, but i’m flattered, thank you. what are you up to tonight? 

you spent the night discussing with caleb gideon and your dad about the wanderer and jet interference, and while the boys didn’t have much to say, they revelled in the fact that they were able to listen in on this. they surely were taking alot of mental notes.

you didn’t keep them long, and just briefly filled them in on what’s going on, and any possible changes that would be made to the jets, then answered any questions they might’ve had and then dismissed them.

as you step outside to get some fresh air, you lean on the pillar, looking up at the stars. you felt the presence of another person so you turn to face who it was, and it was gideon, giving you an awkward smile. you return the smile. he looked like he had something to say- so you wait.  he looks down at the floor, as if suddenly intimidated-or shy, “we really appreciate what you did. i know some guys don’t like constantly putting caleb on a pedestal.” 

you look at him, a giggle escaping your lips. he is pretty handsome, “don’t worry about it, i think you should all have a fair shot. it’s only natural.” as you step by him he trails you with his eyes, million thoughts running through his head, and before you could disappear from view he shouts towards you:

“are you seeing anyone?” 

caleb finds his spare room for the night and thanks the maid for taking him to it. he fishes for his phone, almost dropping it as he tries to look at the notification from whispr. ‘oh shit i forgot to reply to her!’ and taps his conversation with space baby, rapidly typing

captain apple: not doing anything today, kinda just relaxing. had a busy week. what about you? staying in or not? 

he went to go find the shower as he messages space baby.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you, how beautifully confident you were, commanding the stage. the aura you exuded, how smart you are, especially regarding the aviation world. you seemed so distant, not throwing yourself onto him as other women have, and while that made him curious, he felt a pull from that. it was alluring him. he wasn't sure whether to be scared of you or be drawn to you, but he felt weirdly torn. he felt as if his brain couldn't fit more than one woman in his head. is his head space reserved for his pipsqueak or you? he was in a tough spot.

a tickling feeling was the best you could describe. gideon was cute. he seemed very respectful, but it was so out of left field. you weren’t entertaining anybody, so you figured, why the hell not? the person you were even remotely interested in was taken. you might as well. one date won’t hurt.

“i’m not…why do you ask?” you give him a look, that look, to which gideon felt his knees buckle. his mouth dries, thinking of words to say. he didn’t think he’d make it this far. “i-” he stammers, “i wanted to know if you were free to go out sometime?”  for reals, what have you got to lose?

“yeah. i’m down!” you so casually say, bumping your phone with his. your phone number appears on his, your picture and profile along with it. he gives you a flashy smile before you step into the foyer, whispering a good night to him.

space baby: sorry been busy all night. are you still up? captain apple: no haha you do not need to apologize. i’ve been busy too. have you seen any good movies recently? looking for some recommendations. space baby: hmm. i watched dunkirk recently. i’m a lover for historical stuff or war documentaries.  captain apple: oh! ill take a look at it then. are you going to sleep anytime soon?  space baby: ah no. have some stuff to do, but if you want to keep me company i won’t be mad :)  captain apple: haha, of course, but if i dont reply i might have passed out. space baby: don’t worry i get it, it’s late. what is your favorite color?  captain apple: hmm. orange, blue, maybe red, you? space baby: hmm. sounds like a cop out, but everything. favorite color depends on my mood of the day. captain apple: i get it. what do you do for a living?

you briefly pause, looking at your computer that had data running through it. then you look back down to the chat

space baby: hope it does not come off rude, but i do not want to reveal any personal information of mine. i’m not quite comfortable, sorry!! ... maybe in the future?

calebs smile falters a bit, but shrugs, smiling, before typing back, his head softly hitting the headboard. 

captain apple: do not even worry about it! i totally understand haha... does that mean we have a future? ;) haha joking space baby: i really do appreciate your understanding. not a lot of people do... and yes... depends.. ;)  captain apple: i appreciate it. can i vent? space baby: of course! i’m not a licensed therapist, but i am a good listener captain apple: i feel so lonely. mentally exhausted  space baby: oh god, i’m so sorry. i know the feeling, what’s going on? captain apple: work tires me out lol, havent seen my friends outside of work in so long, so you know. i can’t really tell anyone at work.

unbeknownst to them, space baby and captain apple were just a few walls apart. both smiles falter as they read the message history. you sigh, feeling awful. you knew how it  felt, the loneliness at work, the feeling of being in a corner, you felt for captain apple. 

space baby: i’m so sorry captain apple. i completely understand what you’re going through– i go through that sometimes, it’s a cold world. have you been able to take some time off from work? captain apple: i just appreciate someone listening to me. to be honest no. i’ve always been the…care taker of my family, you know?  space baby: no i get that, makes things even worse, you have this feeling of having to uphold the family together. i’m so sorry, i wish i could help!! if i was your boss i'd totally give you a week off, or however long you need! >< captain apple: you listening is more than enough honestly. i appreciate our interactions more than you know. space baby: i appreciate you too, captain apple! i’m so glad i could be a good friend to you. i look forward to talking to you more. been looking forward to our conversations on a daily basis now.

caleb lays in the bed, staring at the text message, a tear hanging from his eyes, threatening to spill. such little interaction left such a big impact. he’d been feeling so bad, and the fact that space baby was willing to sit and listen to him, even so miniscule was enough for him. he wished to meet her one day, but for now, baby steps.

captain apple: i’m going to head to bed, but i really appreciate you being here for me. thank you so much space baby. space baby: i hope you have a good night captain, i’ll be here anytime! 

caleb lays there for a while longer, snuggling up to the soft pillow staring at the phone, contemplating his thoughts, appreciating the message that space baby had sent him, rereading the messages. he decides to hop on his movie app, searching for dunkirk, and watching it for the night or until he fell asleep.

you take one last look at the data that you were watching, and move your computer to the bed, getting yourself ready to relax for the rest of the night.  after a while, as you finish watching the data collection you feel a sense of sleepiness overtaking you, and as you go to shut your computer off, you could’ve sworn that you heard dunkirk through a wall. ignoring the noise, you close your eyes, getting ready to retire for the night. you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow. you couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for your mutual. you'd somewhat wish you weren't so closed off, or else you would've been open to meeting him.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ! - @mcdepressed290, @young-adult-summer, @unstablemiss, @britishfailure, @caramelizedpopcirn,

[dipperpepper77]

LADS as romance movies

Dipper's Delusions

Tags: Angst, death, romance, sappy shit. Spoilers for the movies

Xavier: The Time Traveler's Wife. I can see you falling in love with him. Both marrying and having a whole life. But, he keeps vanishing. Continuously in a lapse of going through time. Always having one end goal... come back to you. He travels to times where you were just a child, to the day of his funeral, your funeral, relived your wedding, saw your first heartbreak from a far. Everything. Every time he crashes his head on your lap. You always had your familiar gentle touch. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to tell you what awaits in your future together. He just wants to love you over and over again.

Rafayel: The Notebook. HEAR ME OUT. He is definitely one of the LADS men who will make themselves look stupid to impress you (literally the hospital visit). He would definitely jump up and dangle on a Ferris wheel to get you to say yes to a date. That being said... he IS sassy BUT he is also reliable and loving. He would write to you everyday. He WOULD build you a home with his two hands. Do not be fooled by the mask he wears. He would go to the ends of the earth for you. That's how he finds himself at the same retirement home as you (his choice. no one can tell him to leave). He reads your love story to you everyday until you remember him.

Zayne: Pride and Prejudice. (I was going to say Breakfast at Tiffany's but I see so much edits of him as Darcy) This man does scream Mr. Darcy though. He stays in shadows. Keeps himself busy. A man of honor and integrity. But, in times of him confessing his love... it comes out as a burst of emotion. He's always concealing (Elsa core) how he feels that when it's in the light... it's in the light. His usual stoicism is replaced by a tender husband once you marry. You WOULD have random nicknames he gets to call you for different occasions. He would only call you by the nickname he calls you when he's completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy. Because you are his joy.

(Before I start with Sylus... I'm sorry. You may shoot me if you'd like)

Sylus: Me Before You. Hear me out. In his lore he needed to die by your hands. What if in this life time... he was just meant to die? He's left bedridden after an accident. He was now a recluse (for obvious reasons). He didn't have a plan to live long. Not in his state. So when he met this witty person who wears funky outfits? He didn't expect to love you. To find these outfits endearing, to keep thinking 'one more day' every single morning in order to see you, to find himself having many good days. He's so in love with you. You were light. You were the air he wanted to keep breathing. Like a sunshine after the storm. His will to go 'one more day'. Of course, he's rich. So he spends that remainder on you. Buying things he heard you liked. His heart leapt every single time you squealed at his gifts. But... in the end. He still didn't want to live. He just wanted you to be able to live happily after him. Because... he was so fortunate to meet the love of his life.

Caleb: Big Fish (my fav movie). But, Edward Bloom is so Caleb coded. Imagine this... your child is SO frustrated with the "tale-tales" of his life. Like yeah dad.. you TOTALLY flew into a storm and saw god. But, he retells the way he met you. The love of his life... He see's you at the circus... he's awestruck. Who are you? Where are you from? He can NOT let it go. He's a dog with a bone. You ARE his wife, this was love at first sight. He settles a deal with the circus owner. Working hard labor and nearly dying. He doesn't even get paid... just paid in information about you. He goes to your college... you're so sweet... but, engaged. He does GRAND gestures of love. Your name in a heart written on the sky by a plane, a field of your favorite flowers, the works. So you marry him instead. He goes to war... but escapes. No way that man will EVER be ripped away from you once he's had you.

Dip Talk: HI I MISSED YOU ALL. I'M BACK

[lilligantpicaro]

The L&DS Guys as Geriatric Senior Citizens👴💫

Xavier

Maybe I'm biased but I think he'd make the cutest little old man. Age probably shrank him a little, and he's probably cold all the time. When he's not sleeping in his favorite chair, he's at the park feeding the birds (there's a sign stating that it's prohibited, but he gets away with it). He still retains some of that subconscious charm from his youth that draws people to him, making him a beloved figure in the community. Neighbors are always willing to help him out and leave home cooked meals at his door nearly every day.

Zayne

He fully embraces being elderly. After retiring, he finally gets to rest and enjoy leisure pastimes. He always has hard candy on him and is willing to share them to any young whippersnapper who seems to have manners. Due to having worked in the medical field for so long, he's always compliant with checkups and accepts help for daily tasks when it's offered. He often reads books at a café by his home that he shuffles to daily. He has a group of other old man friends he'll play mahjong or chess with in public parks.

Rafayel

He's still really funny and witty, but with the changing times he's not the most politically correct anymore. It never comes from a true place of malice, though. He really delves into the eccentric old man aesthetic, wearing capes and top hats. He has a tendency of wandering though, which makes his loved ones nervous as he gets older, especially when they found him standing a little too close to the pier one morning with his walker. He rolls his eyes at the overprotective care he gets, but secretly appreciates how many people look after him in his older years.

Sylus

He willingly let's everyone believe he's losing his hearing just so people will stop talking to him. Definitely groans like an old door when he sits down. Probably has the sickest cane ever and absolutely falls asleep sitting straight up with his mouth wide open. Dresses impeccably until the day he dies. Probably crabby a lot, but also really loving in little ways to the people he cares about. Overall, he kind of reminds me of an 18 year old cat or something, where he's saggy, achy, but also just dignified as he was in his youth.

Caleb

He's a fighter. As someone who essentially built his identity off of being a protector and caregiver, he fights being cared for hard. He will be 83 years old and shovelling snow off of the roof of his house as neighbors watch in horror. He's a bit of a karen as well, and won't hesitate to cause scenes in public if he doesn't get his way. He probably has a crusty little white dog that he's extremely protective over. He's definitely a homebody, but he and that smelly little dog of his go for walks every morning at an ungodly early hour.

[aethercoreheart]

caleb | 8:14 PM

“Watch your step, watch your step!”

“God, Caleb, I know!” you grunt as you take the weight of the box. “You make me sound like I’m a three-year old learning how to walk a tightrope.”

You hear him let out an exasperated huff - you can't see him but you know he's rolling his eyes at you. You carefully make your way down the stepladder, cautiously planting your foot on each step as you walk backwards. You reach the ground with another grunt, and Caleb takes the box away from you. 

“Careful,” you mutter, as you relinquish your hold on the box. Its contents make clinking noises from within as Caleb takes the brunt of its weight.

You can barely see his face in the dark, but you can visualize the way he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw.

“I got it,” he barely manages to say. 

You hold his elbow as you guide him through the hallway and into the dining area, and he sighs in relief as he sets the box down onto the table. 

“Lighter?” he asks you.

“Yup,” you answer, taking the small plastic lighter from the back pocket of your jeans. You spin the sparkwheel to test it, and it sparks to life, producing a small yellow flame.

He begins to take the jars of candles out from the box, setting them on the table for you to light. You light them one by one, and soon the light from their flames accumulate, casting a warm glow and flickering shadows onto the walls of your apartment. 

You're about to light another one when you hear the distant rumbling of thunder from outside, and you feel the hairs on your arms raise, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You halt in your motions, the lighter’s flame just barely reaching the wick of the candle you are currently lighting. A soft hiss escapes through your teeth. Caleb glances sideways at you, and you see the corner of his mouth twitch up into a slight smirk.

“Are you scared of a little thunder?” he asks, a slightly teasing tone in his question. 

“No,” you lie through gritted teeth, and you continue to light the candle. 

Once you and Caleb have finished lighting all the candles you have in the box, you set the lighter down onto the table, and you rub your thumb, which feels a little raw from the numerous times you had to use it to flick the lighter on.

“What do we do now?” Caleb asks as he closes the flaps on the box closed. 

You shrug. “Well, I do have that book I've been meaning to read. I think I should be able to do it in this light.”

Caleb nods. “Okay, I think I have a few shows downloaded on my phone that I can watch. Let's just hang out until we have to go to bed." 

“Sounds like a plan.” You pick one of the candles up, and its flame dances with the sudden motion. “I'm gonna go get my book.”

--

Your eyes strain as you try to read the words on the page. The light from the candles was enough to see by, but not necessarily adequate for reading. This was supposed to be cozy and relaxing, but you can literally feel the oncoming headache forming in your temples.

You glance over your shoulder to see how Caleb is doing next to you. He's completely absorbed in the show he is watching - it looks like a documentary - and you can hear a little bit of the dialogue through his headphones.

You're about to give up on the book and retire to bed by yourself, when you hear another low rumble, and it sounds a lot closer than it did last time. You give an involuntary yelp, and you drop your book onto your lap, your hands automatically finding their way to your ears. Caleb, alarmed by your sudden movements, also drops his phone and looks at you in surprise. You can't do anything but give him a helpless glance, your hands still covering your ears. 

He laughs, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warm comfort you didn't know you were desperately seeking. You place your head onto his chest, your ear pressed against his ribcage. He takes a hand and covers your open ear. You can hear his heartbeat - constant and reassuring, and you find yourself breathing in time to it. The howls of the storm outside soon start to feel distant, and a sleepy haze begins to cloud your vision. Caleb returns to watching his show, and he presses his lips into your hair. You feel another smug smile forming against the top of your head. 

“Scaredy cat,” he whispers, and it takes you a few moments to come up with a retaliation. 

“Shut up,” you murmur, as your eyelids start to flutter. “Just enjoy this while it lasts.”

[little-glitter-kitten]

I Think The Apple's Rotten Right To The Core Pt 6

Prologue: As your brother, Caleb always took great pride in the fact that he was always the first to notice the little things when it came to you. When you were hurt, when you were sick, when you were lying or keeping a secret. What will Caleb do when he notices just how much his precious little adopted sister has grown? Can he fight the filthy, rotten feelings threatening to ruin all he holds dear?

(Caleb x Reader, no use of 'Y/N, AFAB reader, size difference.)

TW: Pseudo-incest, dub-con, somnophilia, sexting, semi-public sex,  possessive Caleb, Obsessed Caleb, Yandere Caleb.

YOUR POV:

You sit at the dinner table, trying your best to make conversation with your Grandmother while studiously avoiding Caleb's eyes.

You swear you could feel every time his gaze landed on you, the weight of it feeling almost as heavy as a physical touch. Your breath would catch in your throat whenever your eyes locked and you were beginning to grow frustrated.

You were more than frustrated, actually.

After Caleb left your bedrooom and went to help set the table like nothing had even happened, you spent the next five minutes wiping the traces of his cum off of you. You didn't even have enough time to bring yourself to orgasm before Grandma was calling for you to come downstairs and eat.

To say that you were pent up was an understatement.

Caleb was busy telling your Grandma about his old high school friends while you pushed your salad around your plate and tried not to sulk.

"...they split a few years ago and went their seperate ways. Last I heard, she was back in her parents house and unemployed but he met someone else and is now engaged." He told them.

"At least he got his happy ending, though." You said nonchalantly, stabbing a piece of lettuce with more force than was necessary. "Too bad about her."

You felt his eyes snap back to you and you swear you could feel your body grow heavier under Calebs intense scrutiny. You risked a glance up to see him looking at you, rubbing his chin as though pondering something.

"Well, maybe, if she wasn't so intent on playing the victim card, she would realise that good things..." You felt his foot slide up you leg under the table. "...come to those who wait."

Just as suddenly as it appeared, his foot was gone and Caleb had risen from his chair to take his dishes to the sink. Leaving you to sit and stew in your rapidly swirling thoughts.

After dinner, the three of you had retired to the living room. Grandma and Caleb sat at opposite ends of the three-seater while you occupied the wingback chair that sat perpendicular to the couch. It was known as your chair and no one would dare sit in it while you were home.

Relaxing into the seat, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone as Grandma continued her latest knitting project and Caleb lay back on the sofa, watching the TV.

Though the room was filled with a comfortable silence, you were anything but comfortable. You were using your phone as a way to distract yourself from the man sitting right 6 feet away from you, who seemed to be completely unaffected.

Just as you were beginning to feel your nerves settle, your phone vibrated in your hand, a drop-down notification appearing and informing you of a text from Caleb.

You steal a glance at him, his eyes focused on the TV but his phone sat in front of him, face down on the couch. Looking back down at your phone, you begin to read.

Caleb: 'Is my sweet, little pipsqueak sulking the corner?  ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)'

You ignore him and continue scrolling but it wasn't long before you see another text appear.

Caleb: 'I can see you've read my message. Giving me the silent treatment, pipsqueak?'

You knew it was incredibly immature of you but you knew how much he hated being ignored. Looking up at him, you find his gaze already on you. With a bored expression on your face, you lock your phone screen and place it on the chair in front of you before turning your attention to the television.

Very quickly, you felt your phone buzz once...then twice....then three times.

Looking over, you see him typing furiously, his brow furrowed in a mix on concentration and...anger?

Feeling like you may have pushed him to far, you pick up your phone and read the messages.

Caleb: 'Is this because we didn't get time for you to have your fun?'

Caleb: 'Because, it sounds like you had plenty of fun last night... I heard you taking care of yourself after I left the room. How many times did you come? I counted at least 6. Well...from what I could hear from your bedroom door, anyway.'

Caleb: 'You always were a brat when you didn't get your way.'

You couldn't help the audible scoff that escaped your mouth. The nickname 'brat' was always his go to when he was upset with you.

Beginning to feel pins and needles, you uncrossed your legs to give them a stretch before crossing them again. Risking a glance at Caleb, you blanched. The tips of his ears were bright red, the creases between his eyebrows becoming more pronounced and the veins in his neck standing out.

Is he really that angry from a bit of silent treatment?

Caleb: 'Did you seriously just flash me after ignoring me, pipsqueak?'

As much as you wanted to reply and deny it, you were too stubborn to concede defeat and stop the silent treatment. You sat, watching Caleb's typing bubble appear, holding your breath.

Caleb: 'You little cocktease! If you know what's good for you, you will lock your door tonight and pray to God I don't get in.'

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

The Impact of Tech's Death: Was it necessary? Was it in vain? Why did Tech have to die?

Disclaimer: This will be a very emotion fueled rant and I'm sorry if my personal feelings get in the way. I love my boys, but there are times when I just sit there and shake my head. I do my best to understand their circumstances, but sometimes the Crosshair girlie in me really can't make sense of things.

The short answer: NO, it wasn't necessary. With S3 now behind us and my rewatch of S2 at its conclusion, it hit me just how little weight Tech's death had on the overall plot.

Let's breakdown the finale a bit:

The lead up: Tech found out that his long-lost brother Crosshair was captured by the Empire and sent to a shady place where no good was to come. He also discovers that Crosshair sent a distress message, warning his brothers to hide. Realizing that Crosshair was in danger, Tech decided to rally the others on a mission to find and track Hemlock's ship, hoping it would lead him back to his brother. The mission is a complete failure, with Tech being forced to sacrifice himself in order to save his family.

The Aftermath: the Batch is discovered by Hemlock, Omega is captured, Hunter cuts his losses, and Crosshair remains a prisoner

Here's the part that really messed with me: Tech's death DID NOT affect Hemlock's capture of Omega and it DID NOT change the ability to track the ship. The only impact it had was that Hunter decided to cut his losses and pull an early retirement. And even when Hunter is like "we're going to get Omega back," he doesn't mention Crosshair once.

Tech died to save Crosshair. Period.

(and the others I know, but this mission wouldn't have happened if Cross wasn't in trouble)

Which brings us to S3 where Tech is hardly mentioned, Crosshair himself is never shown on-screen learning of what happened, and there is no moment where anyone (except maybe Cross) processes their feelings about it. Why kill off a beloved character when their demise has almost no impact on anything? The only thing it really impacts is the speed of which things get done and Crosshair's mental health. It makes no sense. I think there was an interview where DBB said they tried to keep Tech alive, but couldn't write a script where that was the case. Ok? Then go back and talk some more about the plot. Or if you can't avoid killing him off, then show the characters processing it or why Tech's death mattered. The cynical side of me says Tech died in vain. I'm being brutally honest here. Tech could've survived and Cid would still sell out the Batch and Saw's detonators would still destroy the ship and tracker. From a story POV, it's pretty bad when a main character's death barely leaves an impact.

In CW, Fives' death enabled Rex and Ahsoka (and Maul by extension) to all survive Order 66. Satine's death led to Mandalore being thrown into chaos, thus leading to the Siege of Mandalore.

In Rebels, Kanan's death crippled Thrawn's Tie-defender project, made Pryce look bad, and taught Ezra important lessons about sacrifice. For Hera, we got to see her grieve the loss of her lover. Kanan's death mattered. Also, the buildup to Kanan's sacrifice was him becoming Caleb Dume again after everything he went through.

The buildup to Tech's death was great too because it was about the Batch trying to find Crosshair. And while the mission is a failure, it showed that they were willing to go back for someone they lost. They hadn't given up on him. But everything after falls pretty flat and only makes Tech's death even sadder.

Why did Tech have to die? Because he probably would've found Tantiss a lot quicker than everyone else. I really think that's the case and that's pretty bad writing if you ask me. I still love TBB immensely, but I'm willing to call it out when it falls short.

It also really pisses me off as a Crosshair fan that Hunter just completely throws him under the bus. I will let my biases speak for me because it really bothers me and I'm sorry if you disagree. I value your opinion too. I don't know if Hunter subconsciously blamed Crosshair for Tech's demise, but I would've felt a whole lot better if he decided to honor Tech's wish of saving him. Hunter was always going to go after Omega, so why not add Crosshair to the mix? Was it because he still thought Crosshair could be lying? I understand cutting his losses in the moment due to the pain of losing Tech. I get that 100%. But after, he just doesn't bother to think about Crosshair. Would he even have gone after Crosshair if the original last-minute retirement plan came to fruition? Crosshair suffered immensely and who knows what would've happened if he just got left there with no one coming for him. Tech was the only one who supported Operation: Rescue Crosshair. No one else suggested that idea except him. (I know Omega also supports it, but I'm talking about the boys). Yes, I know I'm being harsh and perhaps unfair, but it hurts ok? I know Hunter has no clue what's going on with Crosshair.

But here's why it bothers me so much outside of Crosshair getting the short end of the stick again: It makes Tech's death feel even more in vain because the reason for why Tech died is just forgotten about.

Let that sink in. Tech's death doesn't leave ANY lasting impact on the plot post-incident.

It makes even more frustrated and just heartbroken because of how cruel and unfair losing Tech really was. Had we gotten more time of the Batch processing emotions or taking something meaningful away from it, then that's different. But no. That's not what we got and I am heartbroken by it. At minimum, we should've gotten one scene in S3 where Crosshair (or anyone really) talks about it in a meaningful way. (No, "CF99 died with Tech" doesn't count). Yes, Tech's legacy can be seen through Omega's actions but that's not enough.

All and all, the only real weight Tech's death had was on Crosshair's mental health. And even then, it's only implied instead of said straight out. If Tech hadn't died, then Crosshair probably wouldn't have decided to enact Plan 99. (Or he would've due to other reasons).

In conclusion: Tech never had to die nor should he have died.

[flwsrvrie]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊 / 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖆-1 𝖆𝖚 ]

— one of mc's reincarnations, where the boys went into racing only because of her and her career, except for zayne, who joined because of his own ambitions. — mc is the first female driver in formula one. — she wasn’t accepted the first time — only zayne supported her and said: "you didn’t even realize how much your talent scares them." — the boys made it to the "top league" earlier and, having learned all the harsh realities, didn’t want mc to come here. — sylus and caleb are in the red bull team, rafayel is with ferrari, zayne is in mercedes, and xavier falls asleep on the go, so he became mc's manager. — sylus, just like in the canon, tried to awaken mc’s memories — but not through a gunshot, rather through a crash where she got badly injured. — caleb is a team player and a strategist, trying to keep the team balanced. rafayel is ferrari’s "golden boy", publicly feuds with mc but secretly gives her advice and protects her. — mc couldn’t pick a number for a long time. she eventually took the one left behind by a driver who retired due to injury. "if i take it — he’ll keep living," she said. — zayne doesn’t go easy on her. he’s the first to call her out if she makes a mistake, and the first to stand up for her if someone tries to humiliate her. — rafayel always sends voice messages to mc. before and after the race. sometimes — just because. he’s not sure if she listens. she does. — caleb in public is bold and confident, but when mc gets injured, he sits by her bedside all night, making sure even the machines don’t make too much noise. — mc has a habit of quietly stroking the steering wheel before the start. people think it’s for luck. only xavier knows that she used to calm her hands this way when she was scared.

[jessicas-pi]

📓📓📓

So originally I was gonna do 3, but this one got REALLY long, sooo....

May I present the Jedi Get Hitched AU?

I posted about it once before here (and it got FANART!!!!) but other than that I haven't said much of anything else, soooo... here's more! and it's ENORMOUSLY self-indulgent.

The basic premise of the AU is that the clone wars end happily except the clones don't have rights but the Jedi find a loophole that will make them recognized as sentient citizens if one of them marries a Jedi, cue Aayla kicking open the door to the jedi council with bly in tow like I VOLUNTEER

ANYWAY. bly and aayla get married (they both freak out about it and Fox and Quinlan respectively have to give them pep talks before the wedding.) All seems well... and then Anakin saunters into the Jedi Council room one day and brings up that now that they're getting married (it was a one time thing, skywalker--) NOW THAT THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED, maybe they should consider that perhaps it would lower political tensions if a Jedi married, like, a senator or a planetary ruler or something. and the council is all like 🙄 skywalker we know this is just about you and senator amidala and he's like what??? haha no, i was talking about obi-wan and duchess satine. but while we're on the topic, i could definitely marry senator amidala too. she just adopted those twins and i could help raise them. they're force-sensitive, what a crazy coincidence amiright?? and plo and shaak are just lowkey planning their wedding and subsequent adoption of All Their Sons and mace. mace wants a break. please.

fast forward in time. Several more jedi have gotten married. Mace has retired from the council, citing "an excess of tomfoolery and nuptials" as his reason. Anakin married Padme, Obi-Wan married Satine and they officially adopted Korkie as their son, and Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress got married. Vostress is also currently running a jedi-nightsister exchange student program...

...which is how Merrin, 16 and slightly awkward but eager to learn more, ends up in the Jedi Temple, with a few other Nightsisters, though they're all a few years younger than her. Cal is assigned to give them the tour.

"Welcome to the Jedi Temple!" he says, holding one hand out to her and the other hand waving around them, indicating basically the whole jedi temple. it's supposed to be just a gesture, but then Merrin puts her hand in his. Completely seriously. Cal is like "...okay" and they hold hands for the rest of the tour.

Five years later, there is a second jedi-nightsister wedding.

Jocasta is delighted at the number of records being set within her lifetime.

(Jocasta is also officiating all the weddings, btw.)

A couple years after Mace resigns from the council, he decides to plan a shatterpoint lineage family vacation. So Mace, Depa, Grey (who is an unofficial part of their family), Caleb, and Caleb's brand-new Padawan, 11-year-old Ezra (who is pretty young to be a padawan, but he was following caleb around all the time anyway so caleb figured he might as well just make the apprenticeship official), all pack up... and go to Ryloth.

Caleb, who twenty-five at this point, promptly gets his first crush.

Mace Regrets This Vacation. He's actually started seeing marriage Shatterpoints. Depa and Grey, meanwhile, think it's really really funny that Caleb gets flustered around Hera, and Ezra has made more than a few insinuations about political alliances via marriage. Depa warns him that Caleb will get his revenge, but Ezra dismisses it. (Said revenge does come about, several years later, in the form of Caleb asking if Madame Nu needs to prepare to officiate the second Jedi-Mandalorian marriage in recorded history. Ezra kicks him in the shin. smh padawans these days just have NO respect for their masters.)

Ezra highly encourages Caleb to marry Hera.

It does not take much convincing.

[queeniecook]

March 4 - Part 2

Dakota called me after I got both toddlers down for a nap, wanting to know if he could stop by. I immediately said yes. We haven't gotten to visit in months. 

"Not that I'm not glad to see you but you're kind of far from Brindleton Bay." I commented, after we sat down in the living room.

"I had a work related thing here. Basically we listened to a retired officer talk about...I kind of can't remember, to be honest. But I had to attend." Dakota explained, shrugging his shoulders.

I nodded my head and gazed over at him with narrowed eyes briefly. 

"What?" Dakota asked me, raising an eyebrow. 

"Why didn't you tell Jillian her family lives in my old house?" I asked him.  I wasn't offended by any means but it just seemed out of character for him not be honest about it. 

"I mean...it is kind of awkward they do since we did certain adult things in that house." Dakota told me, awkwardly. 

I laughed. "We did the deed, yes. In multiple rooms if I remember correctly."

Dakota looked around like he was looking for Caleb to jump out and start a fight with him. They did use to fight a lot. Almost every time they crossed each other's path years ago.

"Caleb isn't here." I cleared up for him. "I feel like there's more to it." I said, directing us back to the topic we were discussing.

"I guess I was worried. Worried that she'd do one of those ultimatums where I'd have to stop being friends with you in order to stay with her and I was also still kind of hurt she didn't tell me about James' visit." Dakota admitted. 

I sighed and patted his shoulder briefly. "I don't think Jillian would do that, first of all. She doesn't seem like the type and second trying to hurt her for hurting you...Dakota that isn't the way to do things."

"I know, you're right. I can't change it now. I apologized and all I can do is try to do better." Dakota said before standing up from the couch. We both heard the name "Vewa!" come through on the baby monitor. Ellie was up again. She doesn't sleep well at times. To my surprise, Dakota went downstairs with me to check on her and helped get her back to sleep.

Since Tucker seemed to have a eye on things in the house, I grabbed a baby monitor and slipped outside with Dakota for some fresh air. The night was cool and crisp but beautiful.

We looked at the stars and talked about old times.

"Do you remember the time you said." I cleared my throat and lowered my pitch "You look pretty, I guess."

Dakota laughed loudly "Yeah! We were going out to eat with Joey and you insulted me with -" he batted his eyelashes and did his best girly voice, which sounded nothing like me "“You don’t look bad yourself, Aladdin. Nice vest.”

Sometimes catching up with a good friend is much needed. 

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[shellem15]

ive been thinking on why ludinus' ending bothered me so much, because normally i'd find a "the villian lives at the end" twist to be super interesting, but for ludinus it just kinda fell flat. A big ol' "meh" burger for me.

Like, i'm not in the "they should've hunted ludinus down for sport" crowd, because the damage has already been done and ludinus isn't actively hurting anyone anymore so at this point it would just be a revenge plot.

But the way it was handled *was* unsatisfying to me, and i think the primary reason for that comes down to one thing: player autonomy

bells hells didn't actually have any say into ludinus' fate, really. they killed him, and then found out his staff allowed him to resurrect again (which never came up, at all, prior to this fight), and then they just kinda forgot about him after the predathos-thing. Caleb was the one to scry on him and learned of his shattered teeth retirement, not bells hells, *Caleb*.

This just feels like such a cop out. We don't get the satisfaction of his death, but we don't get the satisfaction of his survival, either.

Think about it: Ludinus had such massive death-flags the whole campaign. Everything this elf did indicated he was *not* planning to survive his whole predathos revenge plot. This was a man who wanted to die, and wanted to take the gods out with him in some last act of "heroism". Why would he have this massive cop-out stick to pull out of his ass in the final fight? And no, "hur dur he's a poweful archmage of course he'd have contingencies" doesn't count. That's cinema sins logic, im talking about ludinus as a *character* in a *story* with themes and a narrative.

It's just: this could've been such a good moment! An intentional choice by Bells Hells to go, "no, ludinus, you *will live* to see the consequences of your actions and to deal with the guilt of them. we will not give you the satisfaction of your own death." It could have been a powerful message of breaking cycles of revenge and favoring restorative justice over punishment (both of which have been heavy themes within main campaigns and the exus). he could still fuck off to his retirement in the shattered teeth, but at least then it would be a consequence of player agency, and thus more satisfying than what we got

I dunno man. it's just disappointing.

[ollyissleepy]

𝟏𝟒. 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

summary: you make a decision about Rafayel for the sake of it all. a/n: wrote this during one of my lectures, enjoy. cw: none. reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated

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Earlier in the day Caleb texted both you and Zayne regarding a much-needed movie night at your house. Friend bonding activity, he said. And that's how you found yourself between the two men, trying to pick a second movie of the night. Caleb had fought for the right to decide, so you and Zayne are left to watch as he scrolls and tries to pick something.

"So, what did you decide on?" Zayne asked, turning his attention away from the TV and towards you.

"Oh, well…" you started, your hand rubbing the back of your neck with an embarrassed look on your face. "I was thinking of distancing myself a bit. For the sake of the book."

"Oh my fucking god, (name)." Caleb whined, throwing the remote onto the coffee table. "You are ruining your chances with Rafayel!"

"I just don't think I'll be able to focus on the book with all of those feelings," you confessed, looking down at your hands. You weren't expecting this type of reaction from your friend.

"(Name), are you sure about that?" Zayne asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Yes. At least I think so." You looked up at your friend, feeling a bit more confident about your decision.

"Alright," Zayne agreed with a soft smile. "Just remember that we'll be here for you even if you change your mind."

"Yeah, what he said." Caleb added, not even looking at you.

After that, the three of you finally got to watching another movie. Neither of you picked up the subject again, even if the two of your friends thought about it. All of you watched the movie mostly in silence, save for a few comments thrown here and there courtesy of Caleb.

Zayne had to call the movie night short after the second movie, as he needed to return to his house so he could get to work early the next day. Caleb, however, stayed for a few more movies, claiming he didn't have anything better to do. You weren't sure how many movies the two of you watched before he fell asleep on your couch. Before you retired to your room, you made sure to throw a blanket over him to keep him warm over the night. As you were walking back to your room, your phone lit up with new messages.

@sashisuslover @withering-dream @lalaluch @nicoleispurple

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[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Wednesday amazing fandom :) This is a very emotional episode for Lucy. Melissa’s acting in this one is outstanding. All I want to do most of this episode is hug her. And tie Chris to the back of a truck and just drive…Our lovely couple are apart in this episode but it’s such a good one. I have a lot of Chris rage in this one so prepare yourself haha Let’s get started.

4x17 Coding

We start off with Tamara making Lucy breakfast. I love her natural instinct to take care of Lucy in these moments. Just like Lucy did and still does for her. I adore their dynamic so very much. Tamara is protective when they talk about today. She doesn't understand why Lucy has to do this. Noting Rosalind is already serving four life sentences. She doesn’t like that the DA is making her dredge up painful memories just to slap on more charges. Lucy tells her it’s important to make sure she’s charged as an accessory to Caleb’s crimes. That Rosalind needs to be held accountable for that.

Most of her victims didn't make it...She is one of the lucky ones and doesn't want to waste that. Can see a strong sense of justice brewing deep in her soul as she explains this. I love how strong she is being for Tamara. Showing her what a bad ass she is. Modeling that for her. Tamara still has worry in her eyes and says she’s coming with. That she will have snacks and puppy videos at the ready. Be her emotional support human. Since her normal emotional support isn’t with her today. Love them.

Speaking of Lucy's ESH he’s at the hospital with Nolan. His car crash victim was a a rough one. I can’t watch the cold open for this one ever. I did it once and I bawled my eyes out. I can’t do stuff with kids after becoming an auntie. Her being sad the popsicles were gonna melt for her kid. That her husband would be mad about the car.

Makes me think of my niece, nephew and my sister. I just can’t handle it. But kudos to the writers for evoking that out of me. Glad John was there in her final moments but it was rough to watch. Tim comes up to him and notices Nolan is still in shock about it. Gah I would be too. I still can’t handle rewatching it let alone living it.

Tim is so wonderful and gives John some good perspective about it. That yeah it was rough and tragic no doubt about it. But that girl is going to get a new heart because of it. Tells him to try and focus on the silver lining of it all. Love this man. His empathy has grown leaps and bounds since we first met him. Was always there Lucy just needed to get it out of retirement when they met.

Lucy and Tamara arrive at the DA's office and we can see Lucy tense up. Just being in the office is setting her off already. She tells Tamara she’s going to the bathroom. She is so sweet and asks if she needs her come with? Lucy tells her no she handle that solo. We watch Lucy escape into a stairwell. Poor thing is in an absolute panic. Rubbing her DOD tattoo trying so hard to ground herself. I’ve been there where something just triggers your PTSD.

All you need is to find somewhere to expel all that energy surging through you. Because she is having an intense fight or flight moment. She is desperately trying to ground herself. Breaks my heart because I love her. Also because I’ve been her. I know this feeling she is experiencing. Nothing worse than getting engulfed in that sort of emotion. It's like the walls are closing in on you. It's what creates that flight instinct and you just need to get out just to breathe.

To be able to function at all. You can feel the panic rising in your throat and you’re drowning in it. Poor thing is getting flashes of what happened to her. It's taking her right back there. We watch her take a deep breath trying to reset her body. She clearly doesn’t want Tamara to see her like this. Ugh. This is just fuel for my hate fire later when I wanna bitch slap the clown. My heart hurts for her in this ep. It really does.

Tim is still at the hospital with Nolan. He continues his sweetness with John. Saying if he needs to see a counselor he can. Won’t be any charge to him. Look at our sweet empathetic Tim. I love it so much my heart is gonna burst. Their chat is interrupted by the hospital shutting down.

They find out quickly the man before them is ransoming the hospital to get his wife the heart. Wanting to steal it from that young girl for his wife instead. Threatens that he’ll shut down their entire network if they don’t do so. Tim looks pissed as hell. Which is kinda sexy tbh. They’re at his mercy it would seem...

Lopez comes charging in clearly ready for a fight. Asking for a status update on everything. They have the husband and wife separated atm. Her husband is being held in a conference room with an officer. Angela wants Tim to take a run at Jonah and sends Nolan to crack the wife. Hoping either the IT dept. will crack the hold on the network or they guys will get one of the spouses to fold.

Nolan is a swing and a miss with the wife. So we cut to Tim and Jonah. Tim looking particularly fine as he questions the husband. Has his hard stance going on trying to get this guy to crack. Telling him to dial back the threats that if he scales back now it won’t be as bad.

It’s here we see a man with nothing to lose. We watch Tim soften a little bit. It's when he says his wife is his entire life. Tim can relate to that and it shows as he’s listening. Doesn't last long though. He goes back into cop mode when Jonah starts threatening again. Saying soon enough something else will start with a new phase. It’s here we see a complete lock out of the system for the staff. Phase 2 has started.

We rejoin Lucy at the DA’s office. Chris has to take over since her normal person is out sick. He tried to reschedule but Lucy pushes against this. Saying they’re professionals and she can do this. I think she just wants it done and over with tbh. I hate how he questions her though. With this smug authority I cannot stand.

The more he pokes at the wound the more we see Lucy get agitated. Like a cornered animal being poked and prodded. Ready to lunge and attack at the slightest provocation. He is questioning everything about Caleb being connected to Rosalind. We watch her go back into fight or flight mode. As she examines the pictures and gets more flashes of her time in that horrible barrel.

Love her snapping at Chris when he says he’s just ‘Wants her to be ready.’ Schmuck.... He has this semi smile the entire time and I just wanna clean his clock so badly. He is beyond insensitive about this entire thing. Not reading her body language whatsoever. Seeing how tightly wound she is. I wish Tim could be there for her. He would be a much better rock for her. I hate Chris and this episode just ramps that right up.

Then comes the moment I was to punt Chris down the stairs. Like skipping a rock across the water. See how many flights I can get him to fall down with just my rage. He starts singing her barrel song like the dumbass he is. Showing the clueless SOB he truly is. Melissa crushes this scene though. The shaky way she delivers her lines. How she backs up every time Chris tries to approach her. Needing as much distance as she can get in that room.

The way she snapped at him earlier should've been evidence enough. The writing on the wall was there. He just needed to be extra sensitive. What does he do? Sing that song. It’s the way he says ‘Yeah it’s evidence.’ All cavalier. No clown it’s visual proof of the worst and most traumatic moment of her life. It is far more than just evidence you stupid schmuck. That was her death song. She thought it was over and she sang that as a way to comfort herself. It’s a deeply intimate and emotional thing for her. He’s treating it like it’s just part of the case.

We can see how the thought of him watching it is wrecking her. He keeps trying to close the gap and she keeps widening it. He is pushing her physical boundaries when she is screaming for him to stay away. Being the clueless oaf he is Chris continues to try. Saying he’s sorry, he’s in the DA office, blah blah blah. Meaningless words to her in this moment. Her saying ‘Yeah you said that already…’ She is disassociating in this moment. Trying to distance herself from him. Because he has wounded her and she needs time to regroup.

I hate that stupid semi smile on his face still. He’s truly not understanding what she needs in this moment. Makes my blood boil. Further proof he's not the guy for her. Tim can read every emotion. Know exactly what she needs. Then there is this putz. Shouldn't be allowed to breathe the same air as her at this point. Lucy has to practically beg him to give her a moment alone. Shaking and absolutely wrecked emotionally. I hate this so very much for her. She is in serious distress right now.

He's so selfish all he can thinking about is absolving his involvement. Not reading her emotional state whatsoever. Trying to push past her boundaries. She finally makes him go away. He storms off like a child. I'm shaking at how mad I am rewatching this. Especially with carrying PTSD myself. One of my trauma triggers is my physical boundaries being pushed. He had no damn right to impose himself on her like that. Chris has already proven he’s not the guy for her. This was the nail in his coffin IMO for that. What an absolute clown this man is….Melissa killing me softly with this scene.

We return to Tim and Nolan at the hospital. Someone has died due to Phase 2. So the hospital gives into his demands. Let’s his wife get the heart. I love how Tim wants to clean this guy's clock. Telling him to lose the attitude. Gah if he only knew what was going on at the DA’s office. His rage would be ten times what it is right now. Jonah restores the lights but only for the OR. Tells them he wants to be there for his wife’s surgery. To make sure they’re really doing it. This guy is something else. Tim re-cuffs him and they head to the OR together.

Lucy finds Chris and he jumps up and apologizes again. She cuts him off not having time for his BS. This isn't about you bub. She asks for him to get her the video. That he’s seen it and half the lawyers in this bidding have. But she hasn’t. Chris tells her it’s incredibly hard to watch. Lucy doesn’t care and tells him she needs to see it. My girl I just wanna hug her. Also I’m so damn proud of her for standing up for what she wants.

Chris having no leg to stand on agrees to show it to her. He has the gall to ask if he should stay? Obviously not you friggin stunad…Got me so angry I’m calling him an idiot in Italian. He really doesn’t get it. It’s ridiculous. After how she reacted earlier. How she's been this entire time you’d think she was going to say yes? The last thing she needs is your stupid ass there. She thanks him for the video. He doesn’t deserve that,

All he deserves is a swift kick to the nads. So he doesn't reproduce little clueless offspring….Whoever set up these shots did a good job btw. They are so well done. She’s psyching herself up to press play. The shot of her with her ring. We see it visible on her hand. The ring that saved her life. The ring Tim found and held onto until she was ready to have it back. Trying to ground herself before watching this. The way her hand shakes before she hits play gets me all in the feels.

Melissa continues to crush this scene. Watching her watch that video makes me wanna cry. It’s so hard to watch her witness the worst moment of her life. Once again another beautiful shot of Melissa above. The way she closes her eyes as she listens to herself sing, the way she touches her lips in an anxious manner, the ring close to her as she continues to listen. Having the object that saved her close to her as she watches. Like a safety blanket as she takes in the video.

You can see her whole body trembling as she tries to get through it. Hurts my damn heart to watch unfold. Serious props to Melissa for conveying so damn much in this short scene. Lucy trying to prove to herself she is strong by watching this. By going through with this whole thing at all. Trying to push down all the emotions eating away at her. Last ep all I did was laugh. This one all it does is hurt my heart. Hurt for her. It's so good though.

We return to the hospital. They’re wheeling Jonah’s wife back. Tim is super stern with him and I’m here for it. You tell him babe. Directs him not to mess with the surgeons or how they do their job. Is that understood? Jonah goes on to say how he never would since it’s saving his wife. The saddest part is next. The father of the daughter they’re stealing heart from comes after them.

Trying to kill his wife because if he does his daughter will live. The love a parent has for their kid is immense. How it it should be really. Sadly he gets arrested and Jonah continues on like it's nothing. Like he isn't destroying lives with this decision of his. They have to continue their march towards the OR despite this. Because Jonah still holds all the cards right now.

This next part gets me right in the feels. Nolan is able to get his wife to listen to the daughter. Her speech gets me teary every time. What a strong and amazing young woman to say what does. Did what Nolan couldn't do in the first place. Build rapport and get her to break. To change her mind on this whole thing. I think it's the fact that she forgives this woman that gets her to break. To let her know she forgives her even thoush she's taking away her second chance. This episode is all kinds of emotional in the best way.

His wife withdraws consent after that. Says she can’t do this anymore. Just like that it's over. Or so we we think. Jonah tries to turn off the ransomware but can’t. His partners have locked him out and want a ransom to unlock it. One the hospital cannot afford. Tim and John are escorting Jonah out now. He’s going on about needing to be there for his wife. Tim tells him he gets nothing since he let someone die. He’s going to prison for a murder charge.

John steps in and says if he can tell them who he’s working with they can help. It's possible Jonah can get bail so he can spend what time she has left with him. He lets them know who he was hired by. That it was their idea to hack the hospital. Saying they’d pay him to build the ransomware. He was an easy target due to his medical debt. He’s slowly figuring out they were just a means to an end. Tells them the IT dept. can track messages they sent him.

Cue to sexy OP Tim mmm. Tactical Tim is one of my favs. Also nice shots of his ass and I’m not complaining LOL The house is empty once they clear it. They're worried they've already left or haven't been here for awhile. Tim noting it has to be here. No way they could run that kind of software on a laptop. They decide check outdoors and Nolan see's transformer with a cable running from it.

Tim follows Nolan as he sees a massive cable running along the grass. They trace it to a container on the property. This is where the hackers are set up. Nolan tells one of them they can have a deal the other gets way more jail time. Just depends on who answers him first. One of the hackers easily gives up their partner in a flash. Tim's ‘Good answer’ cracks me up LOL I love him.

Lucy is in an emotional coma when Tamara and Chris check in on her. Really it's Tamara that says they should. Chris has no drive to check on her himself. He tried knocking once and gave up. Tamara is the one to push it and make them enter the room. She doesn't have time for Chris to grow some balls to check on her. Dipshit I mean Chris asks her if she watched it? Not a single brain cell in that head is there? How did you make it through law school sir? Seriously? Of course she watched it you idiot. I love Lucy for not testifying. This was so big for her to step away from. It was not an easy decision for her to make. Once again being the strong role model for Tamara.

I'm so proud of her for being courageous enough to watch that video. I get why she did. Everyone else had access to it. Seen it. I think it was part of her decision to move on. Her processing things was her realizing she had nothing to prove. Damn right you don’t. Screw Rosalind, screw Chris and this whole thing. Her saying she survived that felt like a call back to 2x12. Where Tim helped her see it wasn’t a failure but proof of what a survivor she is. His words sticking with her in this moment. I love it.

Tamara coming over and hugging her is the best part. She is so proud of Lucy for making this call. It was her's to make and a place she needed to get to on her own. If it had been up to Tamara she never would've gone through this at all. I love her telling her she is going to make dinner. They really are a make-shift family and it's so lovely to see. I just love them so much. How she instantly wants to take care of Lucy. Makes my heart happy in an ep where all I wanted to do was murder Chris.

How their relationship survived this episode I couldn’t tell you. His ass deserved to be dumped so very hard. Like a cat with nine lives. He keeps on ticking. When all he deserved was to be shut out of her life for good. Also of course Chris doesn’t cook... Chalk another one up for the clown. I seriously have zero idea what she sees in him. Other than just being lonely and wanting companionship. So ends this episode. I wanna say I’m sorry for all my Chris rage but I’m really not LOL

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Side notes-non Chenford

James and Nyla be cute. I love them. That be it.

[tiny-vermin]

I want to know more about the m9 artist au!! I remember reading a post or two about it a billion years ago (and would love to read them again) 💜

hi jess!!!! thank u for being interested hehe :")

so ever since i drew that lil thing of essek painting a frank stella inspired painting (or even before), ive been thinking of what kinds of art each of the m9 would do. essek ofc is inspired by a minimalist show that i went to here, all the big names from that movement were shown, but those really dark, sinkhole-like paintings are speaking to me. another artwork of boxes made of mirrors also seems like the thing he would do too

there's a kiln here that we visited which was huge, and surrounding it were artists' studios and some other ceramic sellers, i imagine the clay family having a place like this in the middle of nowhere amongst the trees, and caleb would do his work there

anyways because at heart im a shadowgast luver its centred around them,, they meet at an artist residency or something like that and its an incredibly slow burn that involves talking and not-talking and looking and not-looking. in the end i am but a simple wong kar wai fan so. that kinda vibes would definitely influence this, i would describe it as a quiet burning i guess?? time skipy and words that are not said

i think im gonna rant a bit more about their different mediums and styles so i'll keep it under the cut

i think caleb sculpts figures and portraits, but in a sad, kathe kollwitz charcoal vibe. maybe some funky looking animals, perhaps some pots and vases to look at the pretty glazes. he's interested in using fire to burn texture into different mediums, like ive seen it being used on shellac to make a really cool net of ink looking structure.. but yknow, just seeing the aftermath of glazed ceramic from the kiln is enough, and probably better for him to keep his distance anyways

the clay family produces most of the ceramic to sell, vases, pots, plates, cups, teapots, yknow just a whole array. and its really colourful too, depicting every family members different style. i think caduceus would do some matte glazes with a lot of different colours, theyre all a little wonky but theyre better off that way anyways. he does some really mean ink calligraphy and painting though

jester definitely does,, everything, whatever her heart desires kinda thang. she makes pastel textile installations and lighthearted cute paintings, but theyre always so contemplative and soothing. she gets m9 a lot of work cus her mom has connections, etc etc. i really love the idea of jester creating works that talk about the female body and femininity (definitely not projecting no)

beau is a printmaker and photographer who's really experimental, she loves cyanotypes and printing flowers (for yasha), idk she seems like she would put fabric and rocks into the washing machine to see what would happen. u would probably catch her in someone elses studio learning about what they do or in the library learning about what old people did

veth works in a museum as a curator, getting beau to help her sometimes with gathering artworks and artists etc. she probably organises community art projects for kids and public art installations. her house is full of m9's artworks and various other artists shes worked with.

yasha does bouquets as her post-retirement part time job, prior to that no one really knows what she did ("she probably murdered a bunch of people and is now hiding from the government"). fjord draws comics for fun but is also not a job for him, molly is a question mark for me. but these guys probably wont be in it as much anyways

im still not sure what format i wanna do this in, im actually having fun just writing it in my notebook now (digital does not facilitate the creative juices) but i do want to do some visuals like fake movie stills or storyboards. maybe they will work together well???? dunno. working on the other shadowgasty thing im doing made me realise how much easier it is to draw when there's a script already there, so im writing the script for myself

im definitely not as practiced in writing as i am in drawing, but idk im just gonna have some fun and see where that takes me, meanwhile try not to feel too bad that its fanart HAHA (very bad habit)

edit: i just saw my previous thoughts on beau being an art journalist, but i kinda like this better.. but maybe she can do both muah