#I think after this I’m going to dive into Star Wars

[mistythedritten]

You know, one thing that’s been weird is because of how relatively new the DSMP is, and with it being the first media I’ve engaged in fandom with, now that I’ve ventured into other fandoms, it’s *weird* reading a fic and the realizing it was written in 2016.

Like WHAT. Then I remember that some of these movies came out in, like 2010.

So.

That’s a thing.

[officialleehadan]

At about six months pregnant myself right now, I can’t help but think of that scene in Star Wars when Padmé shows up on Mustafar after Anakin swan-dives off the cliff of crazy and like.

There would not be tears. There would not be asking nicely or sobbing about a broken heart. Padme would waddle her nine-months-pregnant-WITH-TWINS self off that ship, grab her idiot Sith husband by the hair, and drag him into the ship, all without saying a single word that wasn’t profanity.

That woman negotiates with a blaster when she’s NOT pregnant. You think she magically got more chill once she was full of babies, couldn’t breathe, was leaking fluids from every orifice including several that didn’t formerly leak, felt like she was about the size of a gas giant, and had just discovered her husband apparently WENT CRAZY AND MURDERED CHILDREN??

I am here to tell you that I can accept aliens, and space wizards, and whatever the hell is going on with Palpatine.

But a pregnant woman tearfully hoping to talk reason into her batshit crazy space wizard husband?

No.

She would make extremely hostile eye contact, say his name through gritted teeth, and point at the ship meaningfully. Anakin, realizing that there is no hell like a very angry, very pregnant woman with a blaster, would mumble apologies, and slink onto the ship, with Padme waddling furiously behind him.

I’m having a peaceful, easy pregnancy. My husband has been adoringly getting me absolutely anything I want and is complaining frequently that I’m not asking for things enough. Even so, I have just about zero chill right now. I get irrationally outraged because the trash bags aren’t put in the bin just right. I can’t imagine the level of GET YOUR SORRY SITH ASS ON THE SHIP that I would be feeling in Padme’s shoes.

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

SAFE AND SOUND || MICKEY ALTIERI X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: after getting a call from the supposed killer on campus, you call your boyfriend mickey to help you feel better.

warnings: gender neutral reader, pet names (babe, baby), ghostface!mickey with oblivious!reader, fluff I guess?? but not when you think abt it lol

word count: 1.1k

a/n: mickey altieri my beloved <33 I wrote this a couple a days ago and I’m gonna start w requests now, so if you’ve requested something it’s hopefully coming soon :)

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As you step out of the police car outside your dorm building, your head is still reeling. You can’t help but replay the phone call you received merely an hour ago, where the supposed killer on campus called your phone and described - in detail - all the sick ways they were going to make you scream. You’d thought it was a joke at first, but when the caller was able to recall what you wearing in perfect detail - your boyfriend’s old Star Wars shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants - you knew that whoever the freak was, they were really watching you. It made you sick to your stomach.

The nausea still hasn’t completely resided, and as the cops tell that you’ll that they’ll look into it and to call them if you’re contacted again you simply nod your head, dazed.

They drive off, leaving you alone in the dark outside your building. You know nobody’s stupid enough to try anything now, not when the police are still close enough that if you scream, they’ll come driving straight back. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder when you enter the building or nervously fiddling with your keys as you go up the stairs.

You open your door and call for your roommate, but you’re met with nothing but silence. Sighing, you make a beeline for your bedroom, shrugging off your coat and kicking of your shoes before practically diving onto your bed.

You breathe in.

You breathe out.

You’re fine. The doors are locked, the windows are locked and you’re completely safe inside here.

That doesn’t stop you from feeling on edge, though.

You pick up the phone on your bedside table and dial the number you need from memory.

“Hello?” Mickey says after a few rings.

“Hi Mickey,” you murmur, your voice shaking.

“Oh, hey babe,” he pauses a minute, assessing your tone, “what’s wrong?”

And that’s all it takes for you to burst into tears, your voice indiscernible through the sobs.

“Hey, hey,” Mickey says firmly. “I’m coming over, okay? Just hold on for ten minutes.”

You nod your head - although you know Mickey can’t see you - before he hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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He’s true to his word and almost ten minutes later there’s a knock at your front door. As soon as you open it Mickey envelops you in a hug, strong arms wrapped around your frame. You’d mostly stopped crying now, but that didn’t mean you felt any better.

“It’s okay,” Mickey soothes, “I’m here now. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

You pull away and lead Mickey to your bedroom, sighing as you sink onto your bed.

“The killer called,” you start, “he called and said that he could see me - and he could - and he said he was gonna gut me like a fish before he slit my throat and-“

“He what?” Mickey questions, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown. “Babe, why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I was going to, but I called the police straight after and then they took me in for questioning, so…” you trail off, avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Hey, I’m not mad,” he says clearly, his expression softening. “I get it. I just can’t believe somebody would do that to you.” he looks away for a moment, almost as if contemplating whether or not to continue. “Do you think it was the real thing or just some stupid prank?

You laugh bitterly. “Yeah, real funny prank. And even if it was just a joke, they could see me, Mick. They knew what I was wearing, they used my name - they still could’ve hurt me.”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” He says it gently but with undeniable force behind it as he leans over to cup your face. “I’d fucking kill them if they tried to lay a single finger on you.”

“My knight in shining armour,” you mutter, causing Mickey to smile and press his lips to yours. He’s gentle - like he has been throughout the rest of the night - as if he’s worried like you’ll fall apart at any second.

“I love you,” you murmur into the kiss, and you mean it. Ever since you’d started to get close to Mickey, he’d been your rock. You’d been inseparable a mere few weeks after meeting, once you got over his initial abrasiveness. Because once you really got to know him, he was a great friend -and an even better boyfriend.

“I know,” he replies, pulling away and settling for laying his head on your shoulder instead. “See, Star Wars reference!” he points out, gesturing to your - well, his - shirt. God, your boyfriend was such a nerd.“That was my favourite, by the way. Am I ever getting it back?”

“Nope,” you tease, popping the “p”. “I’m too attached.“ You absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair, twisting brown strands around your fingers.

“Damn it.” mickey says quietly, making a show of fake-pouting.

You both sit there in silence for a while, Mickey’s head still on your shoulder. It isn’t awkward - it never is with Mickey - and you both just lay there on the bed. You’re feeling better about the phone call you’d received earlier, but you can’t help but remain curious.

“Mickey?” you question. He hums in response and you go on.

“Do you think the caller would’ve gone through with it? With the threats, I mean?”

He lifts his head up to look at you, his expression near unreadable.

“What makes you ask that, baby?”

“I don’t know. It’s just-“ you sigh in frustration. “Why call me? I haven’t done anything to anyone, so why go through all of the effort to threaten me and scare me if he wasn’t gonna kill me? I mean, that guy in the movie theatre was stabbed through the head. This killer, he’s- he’s brutal. By that logic, I should be dead.”

“But you’re not,” Mickey says as he squeezes your hand. “Maybe he wanted to rile you up, make it so you would be constantly looking over your shoulder. Maybe he was just trying to live out his bullshit fantasies. Maybe he just was too much of a fucking pussy to do anything to you. Who knows?” he shrugs. “Point is, you’re still here, and that’s all that matters. You can’t let this sick fuck get to you, alright? You’re better than that, and it’s probably exactly what he wants.”

You sigh once more. Mickey’s right. Of course he is. There’s no point of pondering over all the “what if’s” now.

“Stay with me tonight?” you ask your boyfriend. “It’d make me feel better.”

“‘Course,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You know you’re safe here with me.”

“I do,” you affirm as you twist your body so that your head is on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat now, steady and strong. “You know I do.”

Mickey laughs once more before he laces his fingers with yours, his firm grip the last thing you feel before your eyes flutter closed and you start to drift off into sleep.





[yelena-bellova]

Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - One Shot #1

The Little Things

Plot: Joel and Y/n reminisce on life before Cordyceps

Word Count: 913

Warnings: language, loss of a child (16+)

A/N: Welcome back, folks! I feel like I’m stretching my Rosebud/Joel muscles after a long break, but hopefully this is a good way to dive back in 🏊🏻‍♀️ I’ve always thought that in an apocalyptic setting, eventually your mind would have to drift to wondering what things in the world you’d missed out on!

These one shots/chapter will vary in length, but the majority of them will be set in Jackson. I’m planning a few flashbacks (where to, I’m keeping a secret 🤫) but it will mostly be Rose, Joel and Ellie adjusting to life together. I’m excited to keep this lil’ world going 💜 Enjoy, my loves!

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“Big Macs.”

“Ugh.”

“Why ‘ugh?’”

“Because Big Macs were disgusting.”

“Says you.”

Joel and Y/n were laid in their bed, one elbow bent towards the ceiling, their hands intertwined. It was late, they both knew they should have been asleep an hour ago.

“Whoppers were better,” Y/n mused, sticking to her fast food opinions long after the chains were gone.

Joel scoffed, “Okay…”

“What was the name of that place by the fire station?” Y/n asked, lightly slapping her flattened palm against Joel’s.

“Mmm,” he thought for a second, “Mimi’s?”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded, “That place was good too.”

“It was,” Joel smoothed his hand against Y/n’s before threading his fingers through the gaps between hers.

In the two weeks since they’d been married, both officially and unofficially, Joel and Y/n’s excitement to share a bed hadn’t wavered. Neither one of them could get home fast enough to one another after their mutual shifts in various parts of Jackson. Retiring to each other’s arms at the end of a long day of work was the sweetest reward to be earned.

“I’ve got a stupid one,” Y/n spoke up.

“There’s no stupid ones,” Joel offered back, his eyes were closed in relaxation.

“No, you’ll definitely think this one’s stupid.”

Joel smiled, “Hit me.”

Y/n inhaled deeply, sighing as she released the breath, “We never found out how Star Wars ended.”

To his credit, Joel tried to contain the laughter bubbling in his throat. But the pressure became too great to suppress and he snorted, rolling on his side and pressing his face to Y/n’s shoulder.

“You asshole,” Y/n joined in on her husband’s laughter.

“It’s not stupid,” Joel said with a contradicting smile, “It’s just that we already knew how it ended.”

“But we didn’t know how we got there,” Y/n gestured with her free hand to the ceiling, “We’ll also never know how Friends ended or if there would have been another Pirates of the Caribbean movie…”

Joel snickered into Y/n’s shoulder once more. Where Y/n would have once jokingly pushed him away, she let him stay. After two decades apart, no intimacy between them was ever rejected.

“I miss music shops,” Joel added once his laughter had ceased, “Can still remember the smell of all the guitars and the polishes.”

Y/n hummed, nudging her head closer to Joel’s till the tips of his curls were tickling her face.

“Maybe it’s just the playin’ I miss,” Joel continued, getting settled in Jackson was their top priority, but he was itching to find a guitar.

“I miss that perfume I used to wear,” Y/n added another entry to their game.

Joel’s head tilted in attention, “The lilac one?”

“How do you even remember that?” Y/n chuckled, their hands had separated and she was absentmindedly combing her fingers through Joel’s hair.

“I bought it for you for Christmas,” Joel replied, the heat of his breath fanning Y/n’s shoulder, “‘Member?”

The memories came flooding back from the dusty attic she’d hidden them in. “Right,” Y/n recalled.

“You said it was too expensive,” Joel added to the memory.

“Because it was.”

“You said you only bought yourself a bottle every few years,” Joel continued.

“I did.”

Just like every other time they talked about the little parts of life they missed, the conversation would inevitably hit a stopping point. A space where the memories of what once was began to press down on their chests, sometimes out of sadness, sometimes out of anger.

Joel could distinctly remember the scent of the perfume Y/n wore, how it would linger on his sheets long after she rose in the morning. All of Y/n’s memories of getting ready for date night involved spritzing the floral spray on her neck and wrists. It was the trivial things like it that represented a chapter of their lives they could never go back to.

The silence took over and Y/n’s fingers stopped their soothing motions. Joel craned his neck to look up at her, his emotions mirroring hers perfectly. Melancholia mixed with nostalgia and resignation.

This was the part of the night where they settled into each other’s arms and drew comfort from their mutual presence. It was all still so new, despite their history, and the simple act of holding one another was something for muscle memory to recall. But it was better to have the sting of what was lost soothed than to yearn in solitude.

Y/n dug her nose into Joel’s chest. Reminiscing on the past had once been a choking stab, now it was more like an ache. Ever present and ever painful, but bearable. Joel was making everything feel decent again.

Joel settled his chin on top of Y/n’s head, inhaling the scent of the simple soap they both used. Only upon Y/n and Ellie’s entrance into his life had Joel began to truly remember his past, both consciously and unconsciously. It was a whole new world to navigate, balancing his memories and building the future he thought he’d lost. But, much like Sarah’s memory, they were beginning to morph into something he could handle. He could even smile at most of them. And the ones that left him feeling hollow were filled by the embrace of his wife.

They were learning, Joel and Y/n, learning how to function as one again. If one stumbled, the other was there to pick them up. If one broke, the other was there to put them back together. It was beautiful and battle-scarred and above all else…it was safe.

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[consumeroflemoans]

so... jiaoqiu, don't know much about that guy, heard you were somewhat of an expert. headcanons?

Am I a Jiaoqiu expert now? 💀

Augh I feel like any headcanons I would have had are just canon.

Ok. It’s hinted at, but this man absolutely has some form of PTSD and probably some other mental issues tagging along as a package deal like anxiety.

I’ve spoken about this a bit before but having to heal his companions knowing they’re inevitably going to be taken by war really screwed up his brain.

I like to think that’s why in game Jiaoqiu isn’t a healer despite his insistence that he is one. That constant cycle of death has drilled in the mindset that ‘it doesn’t matter who I heal, they’ll die anyway’ which is incredibly nihilistic.

This is also why he brings up the ‘cooking is healing’ so much. He still wants to feel useful as a healer, but he can’t bring himself to properly ‘heal’. But cooking can also only take you so far and I think he knows that. Sure, certain foods do have health benefits, especially in Honkai star rail where food can heal. (I’m not sure if Jiaoqiu is hinting that this is a canon aspect of their universe and not just a game mechanic? That’s a whole different deep dive)

Anyway, yeah, headcanon that may be canon that Jiaoqiu has been so screwed up by war that he can’t bring himself to touch true medical supplies anymore and has to make himself feel useful by ‘healing through cooking’.

Also that’s why he gets so mad when people call him a cook, they’re unintentionally pointing out his coping mechanisms and making him feel less useful.

Ok wow after that dark character analysis here’s a proper headcanon: Jiaoqiu absolutely took shots of hot sauce as a kid. I don’t know how normalized this was in other schools but we went wild with those

[cosplayinamerica]

Susumu Kodai from Space Battleship Yamato Cosplayer: @the.yamato.boy Photo : @m_padron15

Funny enough at anime cons, not a lot of people recognize it as the Space Battleship Yamato, they usually just get hyped over seeing a massive ship at a con or war buffs notice the resemblance. Only a couple of people have recognized it. The ones that do though go nuts. The fanbase is fiercely loyal and even at Katsucon, the official Hotel Liason let me store the Yamato in his executive suite! Alas sadly barely anyone in my age group knows what Space Battleship Yamato is.

C2E2 was the first time I ever brought Yamato to a regular comic convention. The amount of people that recognized it there was actually comical. The cherry on top was that most people recognized it as the Argo or Intrepido.

What I'm most appreciative is that it's a way to bond the current generation of anime fans with the old and offers an opportunity to explore anime history.

Yamato started out as a binding point with my dad and I. He’s always been there for me but was a mystery at the same time. When I was like 2-3~ish my family still had an old Quasar TV with a built in VHS tape player. This was the kind of TV where you could feel your eyeballs melting out from the TV static. Anyway we had a singular VHS tape of Star Blazers- specifically the episodes where Argo uses the asteroid ring and then says goodbye to your families. As a certified Scooby-Doo fan, seeing #1 a cartoon with actual camera angles and cinema techniques was mind blowing to me and really stuck out, #2 there was a journey. The episodic countdown made me so mad because I knew I was only watching a piece of something bigger. My dad realized this and for my 5th birthday he bought me a full DVD set of all the episodes from Season 1. Afterward I drew little Yamato’s everywhere.

Eventually the spark that was Star Blazers would erupt into a burning flame that has become my love for Yamato. A couple of years ago my Grandpa was fighting with terminal lung cancer. We lived in America and he lived in South Korea so commute was tough and I didn’t get to see him all the time. During this time I was also getting bullied a lot and my mom thought it’d be good if I finished my elementary school years in Korea with my cousins so we moved there for a bit. I was a total fish out of water but a lot of my friends built Gunpla. I had no idea what a gundam was so I decided to research and went to Gundam Base Side 3 which is in Downtown Daegu. Remember the remake just came out at this time so there was a huge display dedicated to Yamato 2199. I really wanted a Yamato and had a meltdown in the store, like a full tantrum. I remember coming back to my apartment with my mom and just thinking non stop about it.

The week following, my grandpa took me instead and I’m guessing my mom told me how badly I wanted it because he got me not only a 1/1000 Yamato 2199 kit, but also the Garmilus 3 ship model pack. I was absolutely overjoyed and would not stop playing with that. The kit was later destroyed after a smaller big shelf collapse. He also died about a year afterward. It serves as a core memory and a reminder of him. As I shifted more into model building I dived more into gunpla until I was about 15. Highschool sucked. A lot.

The transition into being a freshman took a lot on my mental health. I got assaulted and the stress of everything caved in and I tried to take my own life. It’s a lot to Unpack and I’m not super comfortable talking about it, but it’s nessacary because of what happened.

Basically I got sent to outpatient which is like full time therapy sessions but school length. As cliche as it sounds, I brought a small Yamato with me. In order for it to fit comfortably in my pocket I froze super glue all over the fins and sharp bits so I would stab myself in the thigh on accident, iykyk. 

One of the things they told us in outpatient as a coping mechanism was that if we ever felt as bad as we did previously, think about the small things, and try on focus things that we would want to stay for. Well oh boy let me tell you, Yamato 2202 was coming out at this time and because of the format they were doing the movie part releases so 4 episodes every 4 months I think and I kept convincing myself that if I was gone, I would not see the end. 

The ending of 2202 not only brought around the end of that purpose but also wholly changed my outlook on my life. “The planets only stay in their places, only we have the power to give them beauty.” – Teresa of Telezart 

To say the ship had an impact on my life is an understatement. It was a reason to live at one point. On March 2nd/3rd when the announcement of Matsumoto’s passing came out I was absolutely devasted. I didn’t eat or sleep the following couple of days.

not a lot of people still know Yamato so in order to make conversation with other anime fans I picked up other shows but Yamato largely was my heart and soul. Matsumoto’s passing was what urged me to finally start. I wanted to build something that would not only bring me closer to Matsumoto but would hopefully give Yamato what it had given me- another life- sort of- maybe a little too dramatic, interpret that as you do idk. 

I want more people to watch Yamato and understand its message. We live in a day and age of constant bickering and isolation. We are all cogs in an economic machine. While we get blinded by work and debate, Yamato exists to teach people that it’s important to have dreams, to chase love and that maybe we can break out of our predicament – To truly know that you’re not alone is the meaning of Love, and that we must meet the challenge and the impossible will become possible – And finally, there is no one right-way to live – are all things that Yamato teaches.

[lonesome-witching]

I'll Still Love You If You Don't

A new anonymous prompt. This one was so much fun to write. In this episode of 'another day, another prompt' we get post flayed Nancy struggling with the things she did when flayed. And of course, Robin is there. Hope you enjoy!

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Nancy’s arms were wrapped around her knees. She vaguely registered that her hands were shaking. She just didn’t care much. It seemed preposterous to even sit here. Mike had insisted. And when she still refused, Robin had insisted. So, Nancy came down and joined them. Them being her brother, Robin, Lucas, Will, Dustin, El, Max and Steve. Too many people. Too many people she had hurt.

“Nance? What do you think?” Mike asked. He had turned his body to face his sister.

“What?”

“Which movie should we watch?”

She could see Robin looking at her. It wasn’t entirely new. Robin had always looked at her. Nancy had first noticed it in the library, and it had never stopped since then. But now Robin looked at her differently. There was more worry in her eyes.

Nancy couldn’t really blame her. Not after everything that happened. Not after everything she’d done. Maybe Robin was worried she’d snap at any moment now. That she would attack her or Steve or even Mike. Nancy worried about the same thing.

“What— What are the options?” Nancy’s voice was shaking too.

“We could watch Star Wars or Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or Jaws or The Breakfast Club. But does anyone really want to watch The Breakfast Club?” Mike held up each tape as he said the name of the movie.

“Oh, I don’t know. What do you want?”

“I’m voting Jaws. Lucas and Max voted Ferris Bueller, Dustin, Will and El voted Star Wars and Steve and Robin haven’t voted yet.”

“I’ll vote Breakfast Club, right now,” Robin chimed in.

“Why? You don’t even like John Hughes,” Mike protested.

“But I do like annoying you.”

Mike groaned.

“I’ll follow Robin,” Steve said from his corner of the couch.

“Of course.”

“Nance?” Robin poked Nancy’s arm.

“I— I— I don’t care!” Nancy jumped up from her spot on the couch. She watched as the semi casual smiles turned sour. Everyone looking at her. She hated it. She hated the frown on Robin’s face and the way Mike flinched when she stood up. She hated the feeling that was crawling under her skin. As if worms were slithering under her skin. As if Vecna was still controlling her, still inside of her mind, making her go insane.

“Nance—” Robin leaned forward as she whispered that name.

“No, stop. I just—” Nancy waved her hand around herself and then rushed away. She couldn’t be here. She couldn’t sit in this room of the people she loved and just forget about everything that she had done. She needed to get away.

It was hard enough to deal with the trauma and the guilt when it had been an unforeseen consequence of her teenage rebellion. It was a whole other thing when she could remember it being her own actions. She wanted to rip her skin off.

She fell down on her bed headfirst, screaming into her pillow. Why couldn’t she just get rid of those pesky images. Those horrendous… memories.

“Nance?” The name was followed by a soft knock. “Nancy, are you alright?”

“No,” Nancy muttered into her pillow. She wasn’t even sure Robin actually heard her. But she didn’t seem to care, simply stepping into Nancy’s room, her personal space, and sitting on the bed.

“I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel right now.”

“Robin, stop. Please just stop. Stop being nice to me. Stop trying to comfort me. Stop! Stop! Stop!” Nancy pressed her hands against her ears. Just like she used to do when she was a little kid. She felt like a little kid. Complaining about the fact that her own actions had consequences.

“Why should I stop being nice to you? Nance, I care about you.”

“Why? After everything… How?” Nancy finally sat up, her hands dropped in her lap as she kneeled on her bed.

“It’s really not that hard.”

“It should be. Robin, I strangled you.”

“You nearly strangled me.” Robin had a smile on her face.

“Robin,” Nancy complained.

“It wasn’t you, Nance. You’d never hurt me. You’d never hurt any of us. We know that.” Her hand reached out, stopping halfway to Nancy’s bare knee.

“But it was me. Don’t you understand? It were my hands that wrapped around your throat, Robin. It was me looking at the life being drained from you.” Nancy could still see it whenever she closed her eyes. She still saw the image during her long, painful nightmares. She could still hear Steve shouting for her to stop as he rushed toward them.

“No. It wasn’t. It wasn’t you, Nance. It was Vecna. You were the one that pulled her hands off me. That kept me safe even when you couldn’t keep yourself safe. Nance, you weren’t in control when Vecna attacked us, but you made sure we’d all make it out alive. At risk of yourself.” Robin’s hand creeped closer, but despite her words she was hesitant to touch Nancy.

“If I’m a savior to you, why don’t you dare to touch me?” Nancy scoffed. She could feel the tears pool in her eyes.

“That has nothing to do with you,” Robin whimpered. She pulled her hand back entirely. Nancy wanted to cry.

“Then what is it? What is your reason for always keeping your distance if you’re not afraid of me?”

“It’s the opposite.”

“The opposite?”

“The opposite.”

“Please explain to me how you feeling the opposite of afraid is a reason to stay away from me.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I practically let you strangle me,” Robin sighed.

“Oh, so now it was me who strangled you?”

“Nancy, stop!” Robin jumped from the bed as if burned. Nancy crawled into herself. She wanted to vanish. To just be erased from the face of the earth. She couldn’t face Robin. She couldn’t take seeing fear in those beautiful blue eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Nancy. I could never be afraid of you. Even if you wanted to hurt me, even if you truly wanted to kill me, I still wouldn’t be afraid. Because the mere thought of your hands wrapped around my neck, even if controlled by Vecna, don’t fill me with disdain, but with the gratitude of knowing you touched me. Knowing Vecna chose me to hurt you. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to care for me.”

“Of course, I care for you, Robin. Of course, I care.”

“No, Nancy. You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?” Nancy felt a sense of irritation bubble up within her. One that frightened her more than she’d like to admit. One had never felt towards Robin before. She wasn’t sure she felt it towards Robin now.

“God, Nancy, I’m in love with you.” The words escaped Robin with an air of despair. Her face having scrunched up in what could only resemble pain.

“You’re what?” Nancy breathed the words as if she had forgotten their meaning. Almost as if she was learning a new language entirely.

“I love you,” Robin admitted once again.

“Even after—”

“Yes, Nancy. Even after everything. Because none of that was your fault. You might have some rough edges, but you are so good. You’re so good.”

“Robin.”

“No, it’s alright, you don’t have to say anything.”

“Alright.” Nancy allowed the silence to cover them. Maybe she was buying herself some time to think. Some time to process everything that was said. Robin was in love with her. Robin. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“You never did,” Robin replied swiftly.

“I’ve been wondering… I’ve been wondering why he made me attack you. Why not El? Or Will? Or even Max? Why not the people who have escaped him? He had easy access through me. El might have been able to but she would never kill me. And I know, I know I did hurt them. But I never tried to kill them. It was never like it was with you.” Nancy wasn’t sure where she was going with this. She hoped she’d figure it out before reaching the end of her speech.

“I know,” Robin interrupted, maybe trying to save Nancy from having to relive everything she did. But Nancy relived it anyway.

“I think he wanted me to kill you because it would have hurt me the most. It would have left me a broken shell of myself. I would have stopped fighting and he would have had complete and utter control of me. So, he tried to force me to kill you. And even when I had fallen under his control with barely any sense of myself left within me, I still couldn’t. Maybe if he had tried to get me to shoot you. But strangling… You are forced to watch the life fade from someone’s eyes. And when I looked into yours, Robin, when I saw the life begin to fade from yours, I was forced to fight. To protect you.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you are trying to say, Nance.”

“That makes two of us,” Nancy laughed softly. It sounded foreign even to her. She got up from her spot on the bed. Took a few steps toward Robin, hoping she wouldn’t flinch. She didn’t flinch. “I think what I’m trying to say is that… I might feel something for you too.”

“You might?” A smile slowly grew on Robin’s face. It was a beautiful sight.

“I’m quite sure of it, if I’m being honest,” Nancy admitted. “And if you think you could still love me after all that happened, then I think I could very well love you back. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, I can totally do that.” Robin nodded her head.

“Frankly, even if you can’t love me anymore, I still could probably love you,” Nancy admitted before slowly leaning in.

[theficpusher]

Kiwi by dimpled_halo | M | 6080 The last place Louis expects to see Harry again after ten years is performing at a music festival in Chicago.

the one who stays and the one leaving you by dragmedown | M | 10315 Fuck. He had just slept with none other than Harry Styles. ⛸️ OR the stolen hoodie and lost panties AU

A Few Very Good Mistakes by louisandthealien | nr | 12172 He almost wishes there were a better story. "Fucked up pop star ends five day bender by wandering into a dive bar alone and passing out in public." That would've generated press, he thinks, and if there's one thing that's constantly on his mind (or more accurately, on the mind of everyone else around him) it's that all press is good press, and good press is good press but bad press is great press. Besides, he's 25 and trying to do the whole transition from boyband to solo pop star. He's pretty sure a press-fueled meltdown is, like, a right of passage. The truth, alas, is a whole lot more boring. --- Louis falls asleep in Harry's bar. Harry takes him home to hang out.

Prelude to Forever by AlwaysAqua | M | 13503 @StylinHarry: So I kinda fell for a boy yesterday at #ChiPride. Kissed & fireworks went off. Literally. He’s a drama teacher. Goes by “Louis” but I prefer Sunshine. Very pretty. The prettiest. Got separated & I’m a fucking idiot who forgot to get his number. Anyone know him? #helpfindsunshine Or, Louis and Harry meet at Pride in Chicago and spend the day falling for each other before getting accidentally separated.

Soup Of The Day by jacaranda_bloom | E | 19958 It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm. What could possibly go wrong? Or the Restaurant AU where Louis and Niall are chefs, Chicago is windy, and cracking the big time is harder than they ever imagined. But when a mysterious man starts grading Louis' soups by leaving little piles of rocks, could it be just the thing they need to get them on the road to success?

i talk out loud like you're still around by vaultingus | M | 24693 photographer!louis / model!harry chicago, u.s. louis sighs into empty air and takes pictures for indie labels and promises himself he’ll be better this time. harry still has pink lips but they used to smile so much more and he does his best work when he’s in a war with the camera. it’s hard to be found when you don’t think you’re lost.

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by allwaswell16 | E | 30164 It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

You're the Light by allwaswell16 | E | 31285 Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.

In The Name of Being Honest by sunflouwerhabit, therogueskimo | M | 123563 Back at his desk, Louis closed his eyes for a moment, trying to settle into the reality of this. He was leaving the UK for only the second time in his life. Suddenly, the holiday he took to Spain three summers ago felt like it paled in comparison. He was going to the U.S. - for work, it was true, but still - alone. He’d been all for seizing the moment when his boss had been looking at him with a gaze of steel, but now he felt vaguely nauseous. Louis took several shaky breaths, feeling like the air was being sucked from the room, and opened the manila folder, laying it flat on his desk. His breath caught as he saw the destination, centered in a large, block font at the very top of the first page: Robinson Publishing - Chicago, Illinois, United States of America. ~~~ After two years of living in an everlasting cycle of work, sleep, and regret, Louis finds himself wandering brand new streets perpetually haunted by the ghosts of his past. The Chicago Fic.

[littlemissmanga]

Maybe Among the Stars

Pairing: Broadside x (gn)Reader

W/C: 2,737

Summary: Broadside was literally built to withstand risk and danger. He’s willing to take the chance this will all end badly. But that was back when the only one at risk was him. How can he face that same danger knowing it’ll roll over onto you now?

Warnings: Angst/comfort, the realities of loving a soldier, slight nod to intimacy but think like PG-13 rating. Lots of longing, but it's got a happy ending.

A/N: Goodness, I had this drafted out so long ago but real life and brain pain made this take forever. I’m terribly sorry @sunshinesdaydream for the slight delay, but here is your Broadside fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange! I had a lot of fun researching Broadside, Shadow Squadron, their planes and getting to dive into a starfighter’s mentality. I hope you like what I did with his personality since there isn’t too much in canon to go off of, other than his limited screen time showed me a very confident man. And what’s better than a fic about a man in crisis with himself?

Also, submitting this as an entrance for my @clonexreaderbingo card, the “Hope” square. 😊

Inspiration song, The Word of My Body from Spring Awakening: “Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise.”

dividers by @saradika

It wasn’t fair. To either of you, but he understood the risk and was willing to face it. He knew what could come next and didn’t care if it meant one more chance.

But you …

You put up a great front. It took him too many rotations to see the softness under your steel. Weeks of finding reasons to fuel up at the café you worked at before he was shipped off just to tease you and get under your skin. It was a challenge that gave him a little lightness to his step before he and his brothers were back in the heat of battle, the memory of a cheeky smile on pretty lips settling his battle-tossed nerves.

Eventually, the face behind the smile was the thought that gave him comfort. But he’d never say it. He could keep you at an arm’s length and still get his fix as long as he didn’t cross that line.

And you never backed down from this game you couldn’t have known you were playing, giving as good as you got but never with cruelty. Your responses had even gotten downright flirtatious recently, a taste of normal that he couldn’t resist.

Until the last time.

Right after the Battle of Coruscant. Broadside had been flying high even with his feet solidly on the ground. Shadow Squadron had taken impressively minimal damage as each trooper flew beside General Skywalker bravely and proved integral to the safe retrieval of the Chancellor.

He’d opened the door to your café with a swagger that would make even his General blush, ready to leverage his status as planetary savior for a free slice of meilroon pie.

But instead of the sweetness he was expecting, the salt of your tears was all he could taste for hours after. The relief couldn’t erase the deep worry lines on your face at the sight of him, and while Broadside wasn’t above imagining what you’d feel like in his arms, the reality of your half-choked sobs racking your form as it melded to his when you pushed into him and held him like he would float away weighed on his heart.

“They were showing the dogfights over the holonet. I saw … there were so many … I didn’t know if …”

The realization hit him like a proton canon blast: He had become someone important to you. You felt the same way about him as he did you.

And ever since, elation and dread warred within him.

Since the Battle of Coruscant, Shadow Squadron had been requested to handle more escort missions for the Chancellor, meaning more time on Triple Zero.

More time with you.

But proximity to the Chancellor and by extension the Corrie Guard meant no room for deviation from the regs … including the one about not fraternizing with spunky natborns who’d be brought to tears at the thought of a trooper in danger.

A specific trooper. Him.

A gorgeous soul who kept him on his toes, challenging every truth he thought he knew. Who’d started saving a serving of his favorite meals when they were on special without knowing if he’d be coming in that day. Who’d throw an extra serving in for a customer going through a bad day but feigned ignorance when questioned. Who fought off the thugs and lowlifes that’d crawl in from the lower levels with a broken broom without an ounce of fear but shattered at the sight of his Squadron in danger overhead.

He was going to hurt you.

Maybe, just a little, he understood why the Jedi didn’t allow attachments. Because more and more, Broadside could feel the craving to see you again rise and overshadow the knowledge of just how thoroughly he’ll ruin you.

***

“Is this where you’re gonna murder me?”

Broadside threw an exasperated look over his shoulder. “Why would I drag you all the way here just to murder you?”

You cocked an eyebrow as your head swiveled to take in the narrow, at to be fair rather dingy, ally he was leading you through. “To throw the cops of your trail, duh. It’s like you don’t even listen to those crime holos I send you.”

He heard the smile in your voice and felt its match stretch on his own lips at your macabre humor.

“Those are all full of fluff anyway. It’s all nonsense.”

“No, they’re-”

“Shush.” He turned back and continued leading you on. “We’re almost there.”

“Would be great to know where ‘there’ is. Or what’s gonna happen there.”

Despite your grumbling, Broadside could feel your grip tighten around his hand. All at once, your simple show of trust filled his chest and brought him to his knees.

He didn’t deserve it. But he hoped he’d earn it.

Reaching a nondescript door ­— one of many to line the ally — Broadside stopped in the entranceway, pulling you over to face him.

“You already know the answer, mesh’la. You came up with this idea.”

Confusion covered your face with an aching cuteness. He could see the wheels turning inside, your eyes giving everything away as you searched for an answer.

“Closing time ... I was helping you sweep ... You asked what civvie experience I wanted to have …”

Your eyes sharpened in a playful glare. “And you said, ‘working in a diner’ just to be an ass.”

He leaned in close, towering over you and invading your space just to rile you more. He couldn’t help it. Broadside was addicted to that spark and needed it, needed you, like a hit of spice. “Not just to be an ass. But that’s not the important part. What came next?”

“You … You asked me what I’d want to do …”

Your eyes were wide as moons when you looked back up at him, disbelief filling every inch of your expression. “No …”

“Yup.” He confirmed, entering the access code and opening the door to reveal the back entrance to the hanger where Shadow Squadrons brand-new Y-wings were lined up all nice and pretty.

This time, he didn’t take your hand. Broadside strode through the hanger like he owned it, confidence grounding every step and growing at the sound of your quick footsteps franticly trying to keep up with his.

“Broadside!” You hissed quietly, earning a rich laugh at your idea of stealth. “This can’t be allowed. We’re gonna get caught!”

He stopped next to his new ship, ladder at its side at the ready. “You know, I’m actually insulted. You think I haven’t thought this through.” Turning, Broadside gestures broadly at the hanger. “See? No one around. Maintenance has been reassigned and my squad is grounded right now.”

Your eyes followed his across the cavernous room and you nodded in agreement. But your lip was still caught between your teeth, a telltale sign.

Letting the levity slip away, Broadside brought his hands up to cup your face and pull your gaze to his. Once again, he invaded your space but this time, all teasing was gone. “No one will know we’re here. I’ve got you.”

You gave him that look again. The same one as that day, the one that screamed to him just how unsure you really were underneath all your strength and bluster. The one that broke his heart with how much he wanted to erase it from your face. The same one that told him, just maybe, that you knew how tenuous this all really was.

And then you stepped closer.  

You turned to reach for the ladder, stopping to look at him one more time. He gave you an affirmative nod, fighting every cell that cried out to shatter in relief. Maybe this would go better for you both than he thought.

Following closely, he climbed up the ladder after you, settling behind you in the cockpit.

It was a tight fit, only being designed for one person at a time. Broadside struggled for a moment, trying to get his legs to fit around yours in the narrow space until you took matters into your own hands. A touch was all it took to get him to sit still, your hand holding down firmly on his thigh.

The look you sent him over your shoulder is so soft, Broadside wanted to preserve it somehow. To freeze time so you’d always look at him just like that. To make a galaxy where you’d have no reason to ever look at him any other way.

“May I?” Your voice was steady, but barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasped back.

Lifting yourself up, you moved your legs to straddle his before resting yourself on his lap.

“Sorry, but I think this may be the most comfortable configuration.”

Broadside reached around you to start the operating procedures, reveling in the feel of you so close. It was a mockery of an embrace, but it was enough for now.

“No need to apologize, angel. We’re all good here.”

Once all systems were engaged and optimized, he pressed his comm. “Shadow One to Tower. All systems go, here. Ready for clearance.”

You spun in your seat to level him with an intense glare. “No one will know we’re here?”

And Broadside couldn’t resist stoking your fire, sticking out his tongue like a cadet just to revel in how riled you got. “No one who will say anything. Corkscrew is on tower watch tonight and he owes me a favor or three.”

“Tower to Shadow One. Request for test flight confirmed. You are clear for launch. You have 30 minutes.”

“See? Just a standard test flight for the new fighters,” he said smugly.

With that, Broadside went through the launch procedure without a second thought, focusing instead on every way you shifted on his lap, how your hands fumbled for purchase on the sides of the ship before gripping hard on his knees. His hand curled around your hip, holding you in place for all the good it did. The turbulence had you shaking against him and by the Maker if that friction wasn’t the most sensational thing in the entire galaxy.

But everything settled when they broke the atmosphere, the stillness and quiet covering them and isolating them from the chaos of the city planet below.

He watched with delight as your head moved on a swivel, turning back and forth to take in the vast array of stars in front of you.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

“Yeah, it is.” Broadside’s response was just as quiet as he took in your awe before adding louder, “But we didn’t come up here just to look at it.”

“No?”

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your hands. Without asking, he brought them to the steering column, molding his over yours.  “No. You’re gonna fly.”

He could see the broad, devious grin overtake your face in the reflection of the transparisteel and for the briefest moment, Broadside second-guessed whether this was a good idea.

Worry quickly gave way as he lost himself fully in the joy you exuded. Playful cheers filled the small Y-wing cockpit as he instructed you through a few of his simpler maneuvers. Eventually, he began taking a bit more control, showing off with several rolls and drops all in hopes of earning just one more delightful shout, one more squeeze of your thighs around his. All while his hand kept you in place on his lap.

Leveling out after his latest round of showing off, you leaned back against him fully, losing all tension in your body to rest soundly against his chest.

“So, what brought this on?”

His pause is palpable, creating a stillness that could rival space itself. He knew it would happen eventually. But he hated that it could ruin everything.

“I … I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit you next.”

His eyes were trained onto every inch of your body, so he saw the moment your shoulders tensed.

“I see. Even though I know Shadow Squadron has been assigned to escort the Chancellor from now on.”

Broadside took a breath, preparing for his practiced spiel, but you wouldn’t give him the chance. “Oh, yes. Don’t think I don’t follow the news. I do. Of course I do, because how else would I know where you were, what you were doing, if you were okay. You don’t tell me these things when you visit. I have to piece together rumors and suspicions. So I know you’ll be around more. But sure, tell me the lie. Tell me you won’t be able to see me. I’ve been dumb enough flirt with you. To start feeling …”

Your voice tapered off. He couldn’t see your reflection anymore, your face cast downward, but he could see how tightly you were holding yourself.

“Maybe I’ll be dumb enough to believe the lie,” you whispered.

He reached forward, snaking his other arm around to encircle your waist and pull you impossibly closer. Like a child clutching a soft toy, he curled around you in the cocoon of the cockpit.

It must have hurt. His armor was hard and unyielding. He could imagine all the ways it dug in to your pliant skin, how your curves arched around its firm plains.

Even his embrace was painful to you.

And yet you didn’t fight. You didn’t pull away or even adjust yourself. No, you pushed yourself closer, folding yourself in to fit into him like a missing piece.

“It’s not a lie,” he whispered, hoping for all the galaxy that you heard his promise. “It’s not safe.”

“For who?”

“For both of us.”

The silence lingered, and he knew you understood. If you really had been following the war, if you’ve been slicing through the holonet for information, then you had known the truth of his words for a while.

Shifting your hips, you turned in his hold, folding your legs under you to sit sideways on his lap. You didn’t look at him, though. Instead, you tucked your head under his chin, staying as close as possible. “Is that why you brought me up here? Show me the stars so I have something pretty to look at when you tell me it’s over?”

His grip tightened. “No.”

“Then why?”

He brought his hand up to cup the back of your head. He needed you as close as possible. “Because I can’t say it’s over. I want to. But I can’t. I will knowingly put you in danger just to see you again, to hear you again.”

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. His first kiss has the aftertaste of salt and bitterness, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Bringing you to see the stars like you always wanted is the least I can do. I’ll give you anything within my power ’cause I’m taking so much more.”

You wriggled in his grasp, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye. Your cheeks were stained with tears he didn’t even hear begin to fall. Instinctively, he brought his thumb to swipe it away, but your hand stopped him.

“You’re not taking anything, dumbass. I’m giving it willingly.”

Broadside’s eyes close as relief surged through his body. He relaxed even more at the feel of your forehead pressed against his.

“I don’t care about the danger. And take as much time as you need to make things as safe as possible. But you’re not the only one who can’t call quits, so don’t act like you’re carrying the burden alone.”

He couldn’t help the smile that spread easy as sin across his lips at your declaration. Knowing that you were as far gone as he was. Now that he had your knowing consent, that you could handle all that came with being together, there was nothing holding him back.

“So, I don’t have to plan such extravagant dates?”

You let out a peel of laughter in response, your delight breaking the last remnant of grief. “Oh, you absolutely have to try and top this next time. I’ll accept nothing less.”

Fueled by hope and the fire of his wanting, Broadside pressed his lips to yours, tasting starlight and a hint of the blumfruit juice you had earlier.

“I’ve created a monster,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Indeed, you have.”

Your smile against his lips is all the reassurance he needed to not care.

You can find the rest of my fics on my Masterlist here. And you can sign up for my taglist to be alerted to any new fics here.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's request goes out to the Anon who chose 'It Wasn't Your Fault'. Clone Wars angst anyone??? ^_^

Cal’s leg is pinned under a massive chunk of marble. Not that long ago, it had decorated the walls of the grand town hall he’d been in. Now, it’s just rubble. Everything is rubble because the Separatists attacked, and Cal didn’t repel them like he was supposed to. He can hear other people crying out nearby, can sense even more lives steadily ebbing. There must be something he can do to help after he messed up so badly. He tries to wrench his leg free, but the pain blinds him, stealing the breath from his lungs. He slumps onto his stomach, teeth clenched, sweat rolling down his face. His little cave of broken walls is baking hot, the desert heat trapped with no way out. Worse, it's getting harder and harder to breathe, Cal’s aching head thick and dizzy.

Don’t be sick. Don’t be sick. Don’t. Because he’s stuck on his stomach, and he’ll wind up wearing it.

Cal breathes through the burning pain. Every breath is full of dust and tainted with smoke. Calm down. He’s got to stay calm. If he can gather himself enough, maybe he’ll be able to use the Force to free himself and the people around him. After that, he’s sure Master Tapal will find him, pack him off in the first transport heading to Coruscant and dump him back at the Temple so the Council can expel him from the Order. Jedi aren’t supposed to fail like this. He wonders if his birth parents would take him back. Maybe, but only if they never find out what he did. Or maybe the Order will just make him stay in the Temple forever and make him be work with the droids in the kitchens. He's obviously not good enough to ever be a Jedi Knight.

So, before that happens, he needs to do one final good thing. Cal reaches for the Force, thinking about peace and serenity even as his ears are full of the sound of suffering and his leg burns. He squeezes his eyes shut and dives deeper into the Force, remembering Master Tapal’s teachings about pain being a liar that told him he couldn’t reach for the Force even though he could. He pulls it into himself, pictures it as a hammer, getting bigger and bigger until finally it’s big enough to punch the marble and broken building away.

Fresh air hits Cal’s lungs, the crushing heat dropping away. He rolls over, crying out as his leg screams and bones grate. The sky above is full of stars. He can’t believe it. The sun was out not so long ago. He remembers how it glinted off the droids marching on the town hall where so many of the townspeople were taking shelter.

Taking shelter with him, the Jedi who was supposed to protect them.

“Cal!”

It’s Master Tapal. He sounds worried. Cal’s eyes sting as sweat rolls into them. A shadow falls over him and Master Tapal is there. He shouts over his shoulder for a medic before his hand comes to rest on Cal’s head, the Force washing through him.

“You’re safe, Padawan,” Master Tapal says. “Thank the Force, you’re going to be fine.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry. I should’ve stopped the droids but I didn’t and now everyone’s dead – ”

“Shhh, Cal. Not now.”

No. No it has to be now, before he’s sent back to the Temple and can’t explain. “I tried, but there were so many, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t –” A fresh wave of pain crashes through him. It’s not enough to stop him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t save everyone or – ”

“Padawan.” Master Tapal’s voice is strong, loud, and the commanding tone is absolute. Cal shuts up. “It is not your fault. We did not think the Separatists would attack the town, and that tactical error is not on you. And there are other survivors, plenty, and the clones will find them. You did everything you could.”

“I didn’t, Master. I didn’t!” The droid army had attacked so fast, and there were so many. He’d deflected as many blaster bolts as he could, told the fleeing townspeople to take cover in the building, but that was stupid because now the building is a pile of rubble and if he’d thought of something else, they’d all –

“Stop,” Master Tapal says. “That is enough. You had no way of knowing any of this would happen. You are one person, Cal.”

“I’m a Jedi, I should – ”

“You have limits. We all have limits. You did everything you could.”

“But –”

Footsteps approach. Cal senses the familiar presence of Leafy and his fellow medics. They leap into action. Master Tapal stays for as long as he can, but he’s needed to help with the rescue. Cal understands. His poor master, having to tidy up his mess.

“General Tapal, sir, we’ve got to get him back to the ship. His leg’s a mess,” Leafy says.

Cal tries to sit up and see, but everyone pushes him down.

“Don’t look, Commander,” Leafy says. “It’s not pretty.”

Maybe that’s why it burns so much every time he tries to move. It was caught under a big piece of marble...

He still got off easier than lots of the others.

“We will speak on this when you are feeling better,” Master Tapal says. “Remember, Cal, this was not your fault. We are at war, and our enemy surprised us. That is all. I am proud of what you did here. You did everything that you could.”

“You’re proud?” Cal asks. He can feel the strength of his master’s belief in the Force.

“Very,” Master Tapal says.

The last thing he thinks before Leafy sedates him is maybe he won’t be going back to Coruscant after all.

[d3sertdream3r]

I really liked the Ahsoka show but it also felt kinda weird to me idk what did you think of it?

I have the same feeling as you, anon. Overall I liked the show, but I didn’t love it. There was a lot going on mythically/symbolically, but it didn’t all land narratively for me. 

First of all, there was a big Lack of Backstory™ problem going on through the whole thing. 

There was a lot of telling and not nearly enough showing. Ahsoka and Sabine are supposed to be the emotional heart of the story, but we don’t know anything about their history besides vague references. 

We see in the first couple of episodes how much Sabine loves Ezra, but the general audience doesn’t have a clue who he is and once she finds him, it’s just business as usual. Their hug was great but for those who don’t know their backstory (and even people who do), it doesn’t really hit emotionally because there wasn’t enough time spent on showing their relationship in live action and them getting to know each other again after a decade apart. 

We didn’t learn anything about why Morgan is so desperate to bring Thrawn back despite the fact that the Empire eradicated her people. We didn’t learn anything about how they knew each other before he was yeeted to another galaxy. 

We don’t know much about Baylan and Shin’s relationship either. They’re cool and mysterious, and that’s about it. He tells her he trained her to be something more and then decides to leave her on her own in the very next episode to take her place in the new Empire. Why wouldn’t he take her with him if he wanted her to be something more?

I understand that this is part of a larger story, but every season of any show should have solid character arcs that tie into their series character arcs. I just personally didn’t feel like the character arcs were developed enough this season, largely due to Filoni not delving into anybody’s motivations beyond surface level. 

I think having flashbacks between Ahsoka/Sabine and Ezra/Sabine would’ve helped a ton. It also would’ve been a good idea to have a Rebels recap at the beginning of the first episode for those that didn’t watch the show. Kenobi had a Prequel recap that was gorgeously edited and summed everything up before diving in.

As far as the cast:

EMAN ESFANDI IS THE LOVE MY LIFE!!! I adored every single scene he was in, every single mannerism and facial expression he made, his smile gives me butterflies, and his curls are to die for.

Natasha as Sabine was really good, but her character needs work. She didn’t translate nearly as well as Ezra did into live action imo, which is not Natasha’s fault at all. It was 100% a writing problem for me. The first two episodes nailed her character, but as the series progressed she started to flatten out.

Rosario feels really stiff to me. I don’t know if it’s her or the writing or both. I’m not familiar with much of her work, so I can’t really say. She just seemed really apathetic about everything despite her dialogue saying otherwise. I really love Ahsoka, so I hope her live action portrayal gets better, whatever the issue is! 

Hera was given crumbs, but MEW absolutely crushed it! I’ve seen a lot of people complain about her portrayal, but I thought it was amazing. I need to see more of her immediately!!

Lars is spectacular as Thrawn, but the writing didn’t quite make him as intimidating as he was in Rebels. I want to see Lars get to chew the scenery in the future!

Other thoughts:

I feel like the Baylan/Shin dynamic is kind of what Maul and Ezra would’ve had if Maul found Ezra before Kanan did. I really hope they expand on that, especially since it was mentioned twice that Ezra is like Shin. It’s super interesting!

I want to know why Thrawn is so pro-Empire without any mention of the Ascendancy. I hope they don’t turn Thrawn into a generic mustache-twirling villain. He isn’t AT ALL, and that’s the main reason he’s a fan favorite in the first place. 

I need Ezra to be in every Star Wars project going forward! I can’t wait to see him interact with all the other characters in the Mando Era!!

Anakin was awesome, but I needed him to have a deeper conversation with Ahsoka considering the last time they each other, he tried to kill her. 

I need Leia and Ahsoka to interact, or at least a reference that they know each other! Ahsoka telling Luke and Leia about their parents (especially their mother) is really important to me! 

Jacen is the cutest! Ezra and Jacen are going to be the most cinnamon roll master and apprentice duo of all time!!

PISSED THEY CUT BEFORE HERA AND EZRA COULD HUG!! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL!!!

WHERE IS ZEB?? IS HE SAFE?? IS HE ALRIGHT??

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #29: Sidequest (Free Day)

A late start to Dane's day meant the sun shone brightly during her outdoor routine. Something she enjoyed, of course, but the peace and solitude granted before sunrise outclassed any other condition. She devoted her morning to sleeping in and rotting away, wonderful things when her restless body allowed it.

It was close to noon when she planned her run. Ten laps around the ward, and walk the final stretch; her way of cooling down while taking in the scenery. The sun followed her at every turn.

She spotted two children arguing by the lake. They hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. As usual, the Raen was nosy enough to listen, but still minded her own business until one of them began to cry. Ah, hells.

“Everything okay?” Dane approached them, trying not to look suspicious. She was a stranger, after all, and didn't want to scare them away. But they seemed too distressed to write off someone who might help.

“...My bracelet fell into the water.” One of them answered. She looked younger than the boy next to her but nearly identical, so they must have been siblings. Two Midlanders with matching black hair and green eyes. “I-It's important. We have a matching pair.” She sniffled, pointing to her brother's wrist. He showed it to Dane and nodded.

“Would you like me to look for it? I'm a good swimmer.” She offered, but didn’t wait for their response and began untying her shoes. The decision had been made before she even asked. Both children stood frozen, confused by her willingness to help. But a simple dive was the easiest task on the star; she carried the blessing to breathe underwater and swimming had been part of her career for several turns.

The water looked fairly deep, but she managed to see part of the lakebed with enough penetration from the sun’s light. “It'll be just a second.” She smiled at them from the dock and dove in, beginning her search.

Unfortunately, it took longer than a second. Longer than a few minutes, even. With proper visibility, Dane still had to navigate between rocks, weave through submerged tree stumps, and inspect nearby obstacles like sunken rowboats. It was a good thing she saw the brother’s bracelet beforehand; she caught sight of so many random keepsakes and jewelry pieces along the way. Someone else could play treasure hunter. She just wanted to make those two kids happy.

A familiar shape caught her eye and she recognized the missing bracket tangled in pondweed. It looked out of place only being submerged for mere minutes and hadn’t even reached the bottom. The dangling roots kept it afloat.

When she surfaced and pulled herself onto the dock, the pair appeared inconsolable. The brother became a sobbing mess during her absence, too, which confused her. They rushed to her side as if she had just returned home from a war. Offering the salvaged bracelet to the sister failed to calm them down.

“Wh-What’s wrong? I found your bracelet. I don't think it's broken…?” Dane inspected it and she was right; still in one piece although it was wet and green with specks of algae. They continued to cry, and only after a few moments did the young girl shake her head.

“You were down there… for so long. W-We thought you drowned trying to find it…” She rubbed her eyes. “We didn't want you to die…”

Oh.

Dane knelt in front of the two to comfort them, but she must have looked awful in her drenched workout attire. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I said I was a good swimmer, right?” She tried to laugh it off, which worked. Barely. Both siblings stopped crying and wiped the tears and snot from their faces. “I’m a pro. I can hold my breath for ten minutes!” Technically not a lie, but stretched quite a bit. Better than mentioning a blessing.

She didn’t say anything else, and the three sat in silence for a few minutes while the kids composed themselves. Another attempt to offer the sister's bracelet back, which she accepted by holding her arm out. Dane secured it around her wrist. “There you go. Safe and sound.”

“Thank you, miss.” The brother mumbled while she slid her shoes back on. She flashed another smile and nodded, wet hair sticking to her face and horns.

“Don’t ever be afraid to ask others for help, okay?”

Then she was off, again, without waiting for a response. A sudden burst of energy to fuel her final sprint home. Another productive workout, another meaningful day.

And she managed to get a good swim in.

[itzrafee]

One Piece Chapter Discussion (Chapter 1127)

Ok this week looks like to be a short discussion as it’s mainly action. In the cover page we see Yamato talking with… Ok, I’m not calling him Dogstorm. We see Yamato talking with Inuarashi about the kidnappings as Oda places even more emphasis on it. Curious to see where it’ll go but let’s dive into our first glimpse into the land of Elbaf below the cut!

We start off with chaos in the land of Elbaf! There’s a fire and these bee creatures called Stingmores are dropping from. Thankfully, as they only have bruises on their heads, they are not dead, and Nami hasn’t followed through with the very human act of killing bees. (#savethebees) But we will see the pattern of Nami hurting incredibly cute creatures as we read through this chapter. Anyways, self-indulgent tangent aside, there’s a few interesting details here that caught my eye. Why is it that if the World Tree is damaged that Elbaf will be finished? Is it that the giants can’t let it be harmed at all? And is that out of religious or spiritual beliefs or fear of tangible side effects? There’ve been great big trees all over One Piece. The Adam tree, the sunlight tree Eve, and the Whale tree to name a few. Could it be that the World tree holds together the nation? Maybe through it’s roots or maybe it holds the sky islands above the country to it? The Vegapunks did talk about Wandering Clouds a little while ago. It could be that the sky Islands above the country would wander if not for the tree. Though that is pretty baseless theorizing as we’ve only got a small amount of facts to play around with. Next we get mention of a Sun God and an Ear God. The Sun God sounds like serious business but we know by the end of the chapter that the Ear God is a giant bunny that Luffy beat up and ate so are the titles like Skypiea where people can get the title of Kami/God? Could this end up like Mont Blanc Noland in Jaya when he killed Kashigami, the giant snake the Shandians worshipped as a god?

One of my favourite things about One Piece is the extremely realistic and human reactions that Ussop and Nami have to things the Monster Trio are just able to shrug off. In this chapter, Nami’s reactions are some of the funniest Oda has ever drawn. I genuinely can’t get over how adorable the hedgehog is and then her shocked expression before lighting it up. I guess it’s been a while since Oda really got to let loose with his comedy because he’s firing on all cylinders here. 

I genuinely don’t know if this is the fault of the Green Fairy absinthe anymore because Oda makes it a point to show the physical attack that hit Ussop. But then why bring it up in the first place? It could be a red herring but to bring it up and then quickly dismiss it that fast is interesting. I treat One Piece as a mystery quite often because it quite often follows the rules of one. Establishing causes and culprits close to the beginning of the mystery. Red herrings and misdirects. Heck, the central conceit of the story itself is a mystery? What is the One Piece? That’s also the reason why therizing and theorycrafting holds more water in One Piece than say something like Star Wars or My Hero Academia. Those communities emerged from fan fervor whereas in One Piece it’s almost encouraged by Oda through his setups and answers. Mystery, secrets, and lies are also thematically embedded into One Piece. Alls that to say, thinking about mysteries is fair game when talking this series. And regardless, we’ll find out what the answer is the further we get so let’s call off speculating here.

The lion kind of reminds me of Richie, the lion that Mohji, a member of Buggy’s initial crew, used to run around with. And also sort of like the Impel Down lions. We later see, after the Monster Trio knock it out, that the lion was actually just a cat transformed into a lion. Is that it’s ability or could it be that like Onimaru the fox from Wano, that this cat ate a devil fruit. Instead it was a lion fruit instead of a hito hito model fruit. 

As much as I love the whole crew, there’s something about the East Blue five that fills my heart with joy. The dynamics between them are solid as ever and the comedy top notch. Really there wasn’t too much to talk about in this chapter so I guess I’ll see y’all next time!

[lesbiantrish]

Pleaseee give me all your thoughts on will solace being autistic. It's all I could think about after reading tsats and you're one of the only people I've seen feeling the same. Thank youuuu

thank u to the end of the world for this 🫶💞💞 u r fueling my brain 🙏🙏

im only on like chapter ten so i might do a deep dive on his autism once i finish the book but these are just my thoughts for now :p 🫶💞💞

so the first thing that i noticed (which i have made multiple posts about lmao 😭😭🫶💞💞) is that he has a night light.!!!! (he is so precious ok <333) a lot of people who have asd need these kinds of things that are considered “childish”. this is a prime example of like growing up autistic!! especially the way it was phrased. he was described as being really embarrassed about it, as he probably knows it isn’t “the normal”. what i mean by this is what i was saying before. for example, stimming (which is very common with autism) is considered very “childish”. this is the case probably because little children tend to rock back and forth to sooth themselves. however!! stimming should be normalized and it is so so valid!!!!

going to a prime example i have heard a lot of people talk about is will’s interest in the star wars franchise. will was described by nico as something along the lines of being the biggest fan in the group. i don’t have too many thoughts on this but i thought i would mention it :3.!

going back to BoO, will is shown to be a very certain way, i guess is how i would describe it. for example, the insult he calls Octavian. yes, it could be because he is a child of apollo, but it could also be because of being autistic. my idea behind this is that a common trait with autism is lack of understanding of social cues. if will doesn’t understand what a common insult sounds like, it could be because he doesn’t understand social cues. (does this make sense lmao 😭😭🫶💞)

i made a post about this but will wearing shorts and such to literal hell,. this could also be because he doesn’t understand social cues. it was mentioned by nico that will very much over packed for the trip, but still wasn’t even wearing long pants. this could be because he doesn’t understand social cues, but there is also another reason that could explain this.!

another common occurrence when it comes to autism is having certain things you do / have for comfort. for example, we freak out if anything happens to our noise cancelling headphones. will may have wanted to been prepared in every way he possibly could be out of comfort. ESPECIALLY since the underworld is extremely out of his comfort zone, he wanted things that would give him comfort in a very (emotionally) unsafe environment.

ok like i said i will probably do a deep dive later on so i’m gonna stop here :D thank u so much!!!! 🫶💞💞

[ma1dmer]

Star Wars - Bao-Dur NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): whatever you need him for he is there, he'll bring you some water and if you ask he'll massage the soreness on your thighs and shoulders, but he does need to be told what to do, he is happy to do anything it just doesnt cross his mind at first

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): thighs, he loves your thighs so much, squeezing and seeing the flesh squish out between his fingers of both his flesh and mechanical hand, loves holding them open when he dives between your legs or when he feels you wrap them around his waist when you are about to cum

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): doesn't care much for the mess, he’ll be careful and use protection

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he likes when someone tries flirting with you, he doesn’t usually step up to stop anyone unless you seem clearly uncomfortable, but he likes when people aknowledge how beautiful you are and always feels this sense of pride swell up in him, as well as something else, knowing you are his, also if you don’t make it known you are in a relationship he does not explicitly say you two are together when someone interested in you asks, he wants to see how it plays out, makes some implication or vague enough statement, but usually just sits back and watches 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has some experience ,but hasn't experimented a lot, hasn't felt that sort of safety to try out a lot of things

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he does like flexing how strong he actually is so he does like picking you up , against a wall or simply holding you up, biceps flexing as he bounces you on him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he makes some dead pan jokes in the most random times and by the time you get that he made a joke its too late, he has already moved on back to pleasuring you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he keeps everything well groomed ,he also smells very intensely of whatever shower gel he uses

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): not much for words but be does make up with it by overwhelming you with kisses and soft touches, he is really a big lover of physical touch

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he usually does it to clear out his mind and fall asleep or to be able to return to his work with a clearer head

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): clothed sex, semi public etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): the comfort of your room, either his or yours, can be convinced to try some empty broom closet or a bathroom stall in nar shadda, but he takes a while to think it over, might say no initially but will definitely ask the next time you are there

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): dressing up, he hates to admit that he is not immune to seeing you in something you are obviously feeling yourself in, he feels bad if your intention wasn't to turn him on but he can't help the way his brain short circuits as his eyes take you in

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he does not like demeaning you in any way, not good with dirty talk at all especially that type of dirty talk

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves 69ing, he'll pull your hips up to his face and makes it his goal to distract you, he'll stop when you stop and ask you if you are okay, you stopped first after all, asks if he is doing okay, even though he knows damn well he is doing more than great

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): slow and sensual, he grinds against you when he bottoms out, he'll stop as he is fully inside you and just hold you for a while relishing in the way you feel wrapped around him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he does like the idea of them, but he rarely agrees to them, he is often busy or very focused in his work

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he needs to feel very comfortable with the person he has next to him to try out new things, but once he gets there he is very open , he enjoys every new experience with you because he likes pleasing you ,will do his reasearch and all

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): a lot of stamina and with the pace he sets he can go for a long long time, if you get tired he just stops even if he hasn't finished

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he acts indifferent to them but he has thought of making something specifically for you, he might get to it eventually ,there are the blueprints but he always gets distracted or he gets too flustered

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is a damn tease, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you don't expect it much but he is, he'll apologise but hide a smile at the nape of your neck

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is very quiet and he usually groans against your lips in between kisses muffling himself

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he loves when you mark him up, he wouldn't tell you so but he does like seeing where you sunk your nails into him or the small love bites on his chest and neck it makes him feel proud

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he is a big man, he is thick and there is a specific vein that makes him shudder when you drag your fingers or tongue over it

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he silently pines from afar , when you look back at him he smiles at you and if you approach he'll interlace your fingers and grab your hand to kiss the palm of it ,he is not usually very into pda, so you can tell that he wants you even if he doesn't say anything

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he does get a while to fall asleep, usually needs to be urged to join you in bed but once you ask he comes easily with a whispered apology about disturbing you