#Lucifer trooper

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Day 4: The Dread

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Sam and Dean Winchester but it’s Echo and Fives

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I'm over here giggling like a little girl because I've finally FINALLY found pictures that people took of me and posted online of my cosplay at comic con. Is it only two? Yes. But it's better than zero!

Btw the person in the second picture is my friend :3 we did not try to match cosplays at all.

Also, if the cosplay looks a bit weird, it's because it was me and my dad's (who helped so much) first time trying to do anything like this. And the 3d model we found and 3d printed was made for a 6'0 man. I am in fact a 5'7, female, teenager. So we had to do a lot of adjustments so it turned out a bit wonky, but lessons learned! We're gonna be making another clone trooper cosplay for next comic con, so hopefully that one turns out better.

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Why does he look like a clone trooper? 🤣

Lucifer (1890) by Franz Stuck.

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Hazbin Hotel Headcanons bc I'm obsessed xoxo

(Some NSFW is implied/mentioned)

-Husk was there when alastor sold his soul to whomever it was

- He also has no trust is alastor whatsoever like he's terrified of him but he also wouldn't trust him for his life (literally)

- Angel has PTSD

- But he doesn't realise he has it, bc he represses feelings and everything

- Charlie and Angel have a sibling dynamic

- They're pain in the asses for vaggie and husk

- Charlie reminds angel of his sister molly

- He also doesn't really like to celebrate his birthday bc it's not the same without her (unless he's shit-faced drunk and won't remember)

- Vox will make his screen brighter or flicker to get and hold val's attention

- Angel is Husk's lucky charm in gambling moments

- Angel genuinely did love val in the beginning and thought val loved him too

- Whilst Alastor truly does believe that a smile is a both a way to control the situation and hide one's true intentions, his smile is stitched on and he physically cannot remove the stitches as it's part of his deal

- Alastor is colourblind in the same way deer are

- Angel knows what they said about him in Angel court and he plays it off but it really upset him

- Alastor was a serial killer in his life

- He was never caught though

- Alastor plays static when actively trying to ignore someone

- He also plays music for the hotel to dance too, finding that he and Angel enjoyed the same music (bc of the similar time period)

- Husk once got alastor drunk enough to dance with Charlie and taught her how to Charleston dance

- Nifty is like everyone's child. You cannot mess with her

- Nifty will bring bugs to the person she likes most that day (usually alastor)

- Vaggie has threatened angel's life on many occasions

- Those two argue constantly (it's friendly tho)

- Charlie spends a lot of her time breaking up little spats in the hotel

- Charlie has nightmares about the time she saw alastors true demon form

- It made her feel super bad for him too, and she's offered to cut the stitches on his mouth but he refuses

- Lucifer is trying to be a better dad

- It's hard but he is actively trying

- He likes to hand out rubber ducks he's made/painted when people are upset

- Angel has a lot of them, bc he frequently seems to catch Lucifer when he's returning from work

- Lucifer is autistic for sure

- And his ducks are his special interest

- Lowkey he's also smitten by fat nuggets when he meets him

- So much so that when angel is at work lucifer happily offers to feed and look after the lil guy

- Fat nuggets once ate off of alastors plate, and that's the only time it ever happened bc by fucking god did alastor go crazy

- He didn't hurt fat nuggets tho it's okay, he wanted to but angel was like ILL DIE AGAIN BITCH TRY ME MOTHERFUCKER and pulled out some guns

- Angel gives Alastor the tea of what's going down with the Vee's when he gets it

- Mainly bc he hates the Vee's as much as Alastor and also bc Alastor asked him too and he's kinda scared of him

- And also bc it's fucking easy bc Val is a dumb bitch who doesn't know how to be subtle if he tried, Vox thinks so little of Angel that he thinks Angel would be too focused on the sex and Velvette doesn't care much for Angel either

- That's not to say that the Vee's haven't tried to get Angel to be their spy on the inside too, it's just Angel is like nothing to report also I gotta work sorry and just lies to them

- A wannabe patron once was rude to Charlie and lucifer decked them

- Everyone was amazed he had it in him to do it like that bc damn mans was pissed

- Let's just say nobody is rude to Charlie anymore just in case

- Also Charlie is also fucking terrifying when she wants/needs to be

- Someone called Angel a whore and tried to touch him and she went off

- Lucifer had to hold her back

- Fuck with her friends and she will kill you 😊

- Charlie cries at everything (good or bad)

- Vaggie is a real trooper putting up with it

- Angel was like "would you be like that with me if I cried all the time?" To husk, and husk with no hesitation said "fuck no"

- Husk treats Angel like a princess in the streets but a slut in the sheets

- They've deffo fucked behind the bar

- Charlie and Rosie keep in touch

- They have tea parties with Alastor

- Val is scared of Niffty bc she's unpredictable and bc he's not over what happened in the club

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just a quick warning, I do read most of the cast as trans in some way, especially the siblings, so if you get easily triggered by stuff like that, just don't interact please 😸

please be respectful of the space I have curated ★

Trans Obey Me! Headcanons ("brothers" edition)

Lucifer:

transmasc Luci genuinely brings me so much joy

like, the idea of him being the oldest and first to come out?

im in love

Lucifer is one of the more cut and dry ones to me

but I do love people who draw/write him as transfem, theyre the biggest troopers ever

Luci definitely acts as the main support for a lot of the others

especially when it comes to appointments for hormones

he/him, FtM

Mammon:

i am so insanely obsessed with this man

me and him are t4t trust

nah, but for realz

trans guy Mammon with the COOLEST top surgery scars, you will not catch them lacking

probably got a sick ass tattoo to give them a cool shape too

similar to the white on his chest in his demon design

off topic, but chubby Mammon actually makes me 🤤

need to be squished between his thighs yesterday bro

jjhjhjhjh they're so handsome look at that little guy go

i feel like he would say his pronouns are he/him but secretly wouldn't mind they/them also

he just feels like he would be seen as less of a guy

i love them

he/they, FtM (and so devastatingly bisexual (affectionate))

Levi:

everybody say thank you to Levi for inventing being transgender

she ..... she's my everything

if Mammons my boyfriend she's my wife bro

(Mammons my favourite, Levi just has more whimsy)

gamer girl

i NEED her bathwater gang you don't understand ......

i made a whole post about transfem Levi, you should check it out ;)

tho trans guy Levi also has a special place in my heart and my bed (he's just like me fr)

do you wanna know the good that flat girl Levi would do for the ecosystem??

it would end climate change

she/her, MtF, Ruri chan was her trans awakening (half joking (not really))

Satan:

oh Satan the demon that you are

yknow they do say that Satan invented the gays

this NERD

book lover? likes cats? BLONDE?

how much more she/he/they can you get bro

demon born out of hatred, aged from transgenderism

that's all I'm saying

do you think Satan would feel the need to tie himself down to one specific gender identity?

fool.

Satan is everything and Satan is nothing

she/he/they, shrugs (genderfluid would be most accurate, but they're mostly unlabeled)

Asmo:

see the fandom argues about Asmo all the time

"is it ethical to headcanon them as trans just cause they're feminine?"

well, no, not necessarily, but that's besides the point

Asmo's similar to Satan in the way of not being tied to one specific gender or expression

but I feel like she's much more aligned to being a guy than Satan is

like, he doesn't mind other pronouns and sometimes enjoys them

but I think she's bigender with a heavy masc lean

expression wise he's more fem, but gender wise she's more masc

she/him, bigender and so full of love

Beel:

him.

i. i love him so much.

he's genuinely one of the sweetest characters in the game, and someone I would genuinely like irl

anyways however

I feel like this one is very stereotypical of me

cause this is the same headcanon as most of the trans part of the fandom

but Beel is so very trans man

like, didn't have top surgery just exercised to turn his boobs into pecs typa trans man

he's so powerful

and so lovely

and so, so transgender

he/him, FtM

Belphie:

similar to Levi, I do actually have a separate post just about Belphie

so if you want a less brief headcanon, check it out

anyways

Beel and Belphie are both trans to me, even in scenarios when I don't see the others as such

but my thing about Belphie is massively projection and based off my own identity

I think Belphie is also trans, but doesn't pass, doesn't want surgery, and doesn't necessarily want testosterone

like, I think he would feel a bit isolated from his siblings, especially Beel sometimes, since they're all relatively passing

but Beel would reassure him and they would cuddle on bad dysphoria days together, tons of snacks piled onto the bed for Beel and movies on autoplay for background noise :)

he/him, nonbinary

[bri-sonat]

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five - Part One

Questions are taken from this. The original poster deactivated their account, so it's the reblog that is linked. All the questions are modified and some are removed (either because the question had already been answered or because it referred to hetero relations.)

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five Masterlist

Happy Friday! Starting off the weekend in the best way possible with some smexy questions for the Big Five we all know and love. A beautiful joint effort between @daydream-cement and I. With the occasional assistance from dear @na-shoba. The last time me and Kaley did one of these, we went back and forth, however, this time, she has stubbornly told me to post all the parts since she posts the Bri and Mir fics. So I will be your NSFW question dealer this time. Enjoy!

When did they lose their virginity?

Brienne: Late twenties if she ends up finding a partner. Or never.

Larissa: 17

Lucifer: Virginity is a construct.

Phasma: 18. That’s the only time she remembers anyways. When she turned 18, she fucked every one of her fellow female troopers that saw her face or saw her remotely undressed, if they didn’t take the bait and refused sex, threatening them to silence always worked. It was a way to “keep them quiet,” and “ensure their silence.” Also, if they raked their eyes over her body in any way, shape, or form. All consensual, of course.

Miranda: 20

Do they prefer rough sex or soft sex?

Brienne: Nine times out of ten she prefers soft sex. She will rarely like rough sex, if ever, and will only do it once or twice for her partner on special occasions if they really like it. She undermines her own strength many times and ends up hurting them involuntarily. So she likes it soft when giving and receiving.

Larissa: Depends. Really likes rougher sex if she is bottoming.

Lucifer: Yes. 

Phasma: Rough when giving (which is always). And whichever when receiving (which is never, unless she has a partner, then it’s once a year).

Miranda: Soft when giving. Depends when receiving.

Do they have any kinks/fetishes?

Brienne: Praise kink with light degradation.

Larissa: Loves relinquishing control. Praise kink with light degradation.

Lucifer: The Wing Thing™ 

Phasma: Degradation to the max! Heavy degradation, light praise, biting, edging, voyeurist & exhibitionist (in her quarters with her watching, or her having someone watch her, always willing partners. Power play, and such). BDSM (blindfolds, face slapping, flogging/whipping, gagging, handcuffs, physical restraints), anything that would give her extreme power and domination (discipline, forced orgasm, orgasm control, orgasm denial, having a sex slave (if she’s not in a relationship)), spit kink, sadism (adding this again to accentuate). Most of these are dialed down/removed if she has a romantic partner.

Miranda: Loves overstimulation and loads of foreplay. Praise kink. 

Weirdest place they’ve had sex?

Brienne: Carriage in olden times. Car in modern times. However, because of her height, it gets uncomfortable quickly. And it only happened once because of an extreme sex emergency.

Larissa: School library in college. She and a friend were working on a school project and before she knew it, they were making out and they did ‘hand stuff’ in the educational theory section.

Lucifer: Hell’s gardens

Phasma: Control room.

Miranda: Supply closet at work after hours. A visiting detective seduced her and introduced her to the joys of lesbianism. She never slept with a man again after that.

Favorite sex position?

Brienne: Probably missionary. She really wants to see the face of the person she is pleasuring. (She’s lame like that /aff). Plus, missionary with the strap sometimes means bouncing boobies which we know Brienne loves.

Larissa: Bent over her desk or tied to her bed. For the most part, as long as she is being dominated, Larissa loves it.

Lucifer: Receiving/giving oral on their throne. They live the symbolism and power.

Phasma: Bending someone over something and pounding them from behind. Her helmet is off with the order ‘Don’t look behind you.’ Power play.

Miranda: Her partner between her legs with their back against her chest while she plays with their pussy

Do they like to be dominant or submissive?

Brienne: Sub.

Larissa: Sub.

Lucifer: Sub.

Phasma: Dom.

Miranda: Sub. (Will switch for her partner)

Sex on the bed, couch, or the floor?

Brienne: Bed. Sometimes the couch for over-the-clothes stuff, but no sex.

Larissa: Bed.

Lucifer: Bed.

Phasma: Doesn’t care.

Miranda: Couch. She is a fan of over-the-clothes grinding and groping and the couch is such a perfect place for that.

Have they ever had sex in a public place?

Brienne: It’s happened in the case of what she calls “sexual emergencies where it could not be postponed or held off.”

Larissa: Yes, when she was younger.

Lucifer: Yes, from time to time.

Phasma: Obviously. She is very careful about finding somewhere she is sure is rarely visited/can be locked/will be free. She has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Miranda: Yes, regardless of knowing about the ‘indecent exposure’ charges she could get.

Would they ever have sex in a public place?

Brienne: If she could avoid it, she would. She feels the most comfortable behind closed doors in a private place (her home, her partner’s home, or a hotel room). If public sex is to be accepted by her, it has to be somewhere where she can ensure privacy, like a door with a lock or a place that no one can look into.

Larissa: It’s not a preference as she ages.

Lucifer: If their partner would like, then of course.

Phasma: Of course.

Miranda: Duh. Yes.

Have they ever been caught masturbating?

Brienne: No. She learns about masturbating pretty late in her life (if ever) and only does it when she is sure no one is awake. She also trusts people to knock, and she’s good at staying quiet.

Larissa: Once during her time at Nevermore by her roommate. That night ended happily for both of them.

Lucifer: Not unless they want to be caught.

Phasma: No.

Miranda: No, but she wouldn’t be opposed to getting caught by her partner if it would lead to them joining her in bed.

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The Road Trip Ch. 1

Larissa Weems, Captain Phasma, Miranda Hilmarson, and Brienne of Tarth are all stuck in a car together, headed towards a vacation none of them are prepared for.

this fic has been such a joy to write with my @bri-sonat !!! this was such a labor of love and i loved writing every bit of it :)

“So, you want to take a right up here and get on to the highway,” Brienne looked up from the map in her lap, pointing towards the turn coming up. She was sitting in the passenger seat beside Phasma, who was driving the car.

At Brienne’s direction, Phasma snapped her head toward the knight, giving her the usual glare, signaling that she was very much aware of where to go. “Yes, thank you, Brienne.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and with a sigh, the captain flicked on the car turn signal before steering the car down the ramp leading to the freeway. “Can you two shut up back there!?” Larissa and Miranda had taken their places in the backseat. The headmistress sitting behind Phasma, and the constable sitting behind Brienne. The shapeshifter had made a comment on how the chromed captain should’ve slowed down even more when turning, and Miranda had simply opened a bag of crisps.

“Sorry, Phasma…” Miranda would gladly admit that she found the captain a little intimidating if it meant she would keep her life. “I’ll open the snacks more silently next time.” She glanced at Larissa who was leaning slightly forward, only enough for her voice to reach Phasma’s ear, silently begging the headmistress to keep her mouth shut.

Phasma had warned them all in advance that in her car, her rules were final, and her rules were: ‘keep your mouth shut, or I will shut it for you.’ It was a simple one, the problem was, Larissa had no interest in simple things, not allowing herself to get bossed around considering she usually did the bossing.

“I’m just saying, you could’ve taken that turn a little bit more gracefully. It almost made Miranda spill her drink on me,” Larissa stated matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes at Phasma’s stubbornness. She thought she was offering ‘constructive suggestions’ on the captain’s driving, and that it would be appreciated. It was not.

“I’ll kill you a little bit more gracefully…” Phasma muttered under her breath, instantly questioning why she had agreed to go on this God-forsaken road trip knowing that if the entire ride was going to be anything like the first ten minutes had been, she would surely lose her sanity. She was starting to envy Lucifer’s choice, to not respond at all. She too wished she wasn’t in this car.

“What was that?” The shapeshifter hadn’t quite heard exactly what the captain had said, but she could draw her own conclusions about what it could’ve been if she based it on the very little she knew about the chromed trooper.

“I said, I’ll kill you a little bit more gracefully if you don’t sit your ass back, stop breathing into my ear, and shut your mouth.” Even if Phasma’s voice was at a normal volume, the threat, and anger in it did not go unnoticed, and Larissa decided that it was best to obey her for now if she wanted to get to her destination in one piece.

The silence in the car was deafening after Larissa had leaned back into her seat, Brienne sneaking occasional glances at Phasma, and Miranda had started munching on her snacks. Every once in a while offering the shapeshifter some by silently holding it out for the headmistress to take, which she did.

The sounds of classical music filled the car which helped in lulling Miranda to sleep who was now napping against the window, her head on a pillow that she brought from home. Larissa had opted to take her phone out, answered some emails, and was now playing Candy Crush on it, trying to pass the time, mindlessly snacking on the crisps the woman next to her had given her before falling asleep.

Brienne had her eyes fixed on the map in her lap, reading over the bookings again and again, ensuring that everything was as it should be. Sitting next to Phasma who relished in the silence, staring dead ahead at the winding road as she drove them closer to their destination, was proving to be an interesting experience.

The knight would not say that she was intimidated by Phasma, but there was definitely professional regard that played a part, wanting to respect the trooper's wishes for tranquility.

“Hey, Phasma?” The knight in the passenger seat spoke up, silent to avoid waking Miranda and to evade enraging the captain by making too much noise. She had contemplated saying anything for the past half hour but landed in having to swallow the fear of angering the scary woman next to her.

“Brienne.” Remaining focused on the road, Phasma’s mouth formed into a frown, a tiny bit annoyed at the disruption of her peace but grateful for her hushed voice. “Is something the matter?”

“Not really. I just wanted to bring it to the captain’s attention that once constable Hilmarson wakes up she will be... energetic, to say the least.” Brienne had been terrified of bringing this to Phasma’s attention, knowing it would not be liked by the driver. “I’d say we have another ten minutes of silence.”

Phasma grunted, “Thank you for the information, Lord Brienne.” To say that the chromed trooper would cherish the next ten minutes was an understatement. She already rued the seconds leading up to Miranda’s eventual rousing.

“You’re welcome,” Brienne went back to her activity of reading over the documents in her lap, every now and then looking out the window, observing the passing landscape.

As if she had an internal alarm clock, Miranda awoke ten minutes later on the dot with new-found energy, causing Larissa to put her phone away, realizing she had spent almost two hours playing that silly game. It did prove to be a successful way to pass the time, even if it felt like no time at all had passed.

“What did I miss?” Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Miranda took in the very quiet space, glancing to the rearview mirror where she met Phasma’s eyes that bore into hers, causing the constable to look away faster than she had intended.

“Not much,” Larissa mumbled next to her, answering her query. 

“Not much? Wha- Does this mean you’ve been sitting in silence this entire time?” Miranda couldn’t believe her ears, this was not how a road trip was supposed to be. There was supposed to be loud music, sing-alongs, and games. Apparently, there had been none of that during her slumber and she found that offensive.

“Yes. It is how our driver wishes for it to be.” Larissa had given up on defying Phasma long ago, succumbing to the captain’s will for serenity. The headmistress turned her head to look out the window as the comforting sounds of piano filled the car space once again.

Miranda frowned, almost pouting, at how boring her fellow travelers were being. This was not how she expected the trip to be even if she knew of Phasma’s rules beforehand, but she had hoped that the captain would be adaptable and abandon her regulations once she realized how fun they could have. This was too boring for her.

The constable started looking about the car, peeking over the passenger seat to see what Brienne was doing but grew bored of that the second she saw the large map. She switched her eyes to Phasma who did not rip her eyes away from the road for even a second, other than to stare at Miranda through the mirror after she had woken up.

Phasma was an interesting person to study but she was not stimulating enough to keep Miranda entertained so she moved her gaze again, landing on the headmistress’ turned head. She was staring intently at Larissa’s hair, hoping that the shapeshifter would notice her trying to get her attention.

Larissa could feel Miranda’s eyes on her as the shapeshifter stared out the window. The constable would want to have more interaction than the knight, captain, and principal were currently offering her. Finally, Miranda’s voice rang out once more, “Larissa, we should play a game.” 

“A game?” Larissa shifts back to stare at Miranda plainly; it had been years since she partook in a travel game. 

“Yeah! Have you played the alphabet game? Or twenty questions? Or maybe, maybe we could play eye spy?” Miranda’s excitement was contagious, causing Larissa to smirk. The constable’s demeanor reminded Larissa of her more energetic students, endearing Miranda to the shapeshifter. 

“Pick a game and I’ll try my best to learn.”

“Oh, let’s do the alphabet game! Brienne will be good at this! I can tell.” Miranda was talking a mile a minute, explaining all of the rules to her fellow passengers, “All you have to do is one of us will pick a category and then we go around in a circle, stating something that starts with the letter we are given. Like if the category is food, Larissa might say apple for the letter A and then Phas would say banana for B, and then Bri would say cake for C!” 

“Don’t drag me into this.” Brienne’s voice sounded from the front, her ears spiked after hearing her name, clearly uninterested in whatever the two women in the backseat were planning on doing to pass the time. She was content reading the map and had no need for games to keep her mind stimulated, finding occupation in the small things being something she had mastered over the years.

“Oh, please Brienne! It’s no fun with just two people!” Miranda begged, her hand coming up over the back of the seat to squeeze the knight's shoulder. 

Brienne sighed, rolling her head back and staring up at the car ceiling. “Fine. But if we miss our exit, that is on you.” The knight returned her head to its previous position, looking over at Phasma. She could practically see the frustration grow within her and decided to save the chromed trooper from this ‘irrelevant and childish game.’ “However, we should probably leave the captain here out of it, I have a feeling that she would not find it as enjoyable as you, Constable.”

“Okay, fine, but Phas if you wanna join in at any point, you just jump right in.” Miranda took charge of the game, knowing if she left it up to the other women, they might not end up playing the game. “I’ll make it easy on us and pick a category. We are gonna do ‘things you can find outside’ and Bri, you are gonna start okay?”

“Can’t you find anything outside?” Larissa asked, her brow furrowing.

“I was about to ask the same question.” Brienne followed Larissa’s statement, glancing at the map every now and then to make sure they did not miss their exit knowing Phasma would not be happy if they did.

“Nature-y things! You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play devil’s advocate. Luci doesn’t need your help.” Miranda gave Larissa a playful shove and then laughed at her own joke.

Phasma’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. “Just get on with the game already! Enough with the dilly-dallying, it’s annoying.” Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she found the three’s game slightly intriguing, she had never heard of anything like it before. She wouldn’t want to partake, of course, but there was that naturistic curiosity that she couldn’t shake, even if she tried.

“Bri!! Go!! Something nature-y that starts with A!” Miranda wasn’t interested in pissing off Phasma more than she already had, so she was more than happy to do what she was told. 

The suddenness of the beginning of the game caused Brienne’s mind to freeze for a second, scrambling to find an answer, “Uh, oh, umm, shit. I guess, apple?” She was unsure of her answer, but it was found in nature, after all.

“Good one! Bear!” Miranda partially shouted, regretting her decision when she watched Phasma tighten her grip on the steering wheel even more.

“Catkin.” Larissa had prepared ahead of time, already thinking about the letter she would get four turns from now. Miranda shot the shapeshifter a strange look, questioning the validity of her answer, “It’s found on a tree...”

“Oh, it’s me again. Deer? Yeah. Deer.” Brienne was growing more confident in her answers, getting the hand of the new game she had been introduced to minutes ago. She was used to being put on the spot as a knight, but this was entirely different. Her brain was working overtime trying to come up with responses fast enough.

“Elephant!”

“Frog.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna do ‘G’, Phasma?” Miranda knew what the response would probably be, but she felt guilty for not trying to include her.

“Yes. I am sure,” Phasma responded through gritted teeth, Miranda’s game already transitioning from intriguing to exasperating. 

“Okay, then... Brienne, it's your turn.” Miranda rolled her eyes, frustrated that the chrome-clad captain wouldn’t participate in her game. 

“Grass.” Brienne smiled to herself, proud that this answer came to her much quicker than the others. Could’ve had something to do with the vast amount of greenery running along the asphalted road, there wasn’t much else to look at.

“Hill!” Miranda was on the edge of her seat, ready with her response when Brienne finished speaking. 

“Isopod.” Larissa wore a smug smirk with her answer, believing it showed off her diverse knowledge of many topics. In most situations, she stood out in a crowd due to her height, but this group simply made her blend in, so her intelligence was the only thing she could rely on to stand out.

“Jagu- Oh! Phasma, our exit is coming up.” Brienne interrupted herself when she noticed that the ramp to get off the freeway was closer than she thought. She had gotten so invested in the game that she completely forgot to check the map, thankfully there were signs along the road that reminded her. “Sorry, Hilmarson, Weems. We’re going to have to put a lid on the game for now.”

Miranda huffed in response, slouching back in her seat, her only source of entertainment gone for now. 

“This exit right here?” Phasma was satisfied with their incessant game finally ending, even more so that their destination was close. She would finally get out of this car. She lifted one hand of the steering wheel, pointing towards the ramp that was getting closer and closer.

“Aye.” Brienne nodded, looking up at what Phasma was pointing at, and then down at her map again, checking so it matched, checking so they didn’t take the wrong turn. The captain placed her hand on the steering wheel once again, using her other to switch on the turn signal, preparing to change lanes.

The shift of the car caused the pouting constable to dramatically slide over, her head landing on Larissa’s shoulder as she stared out the front windshield. The shapeshifter wanted to comment on the roughness of the steer, but refrained from it, not wanting to anger Phasma even more. She instead brought a hand to the back of Miranda’s head, running her fingers through her short hair and shaking her own head gently at the silliness of the Aussie woman.

“Are we there yet?” Miranda called out, keeping herself comfortably attached to Larissa’s side.

Phasma’s only response was to glare at Miranda through the rearview mirror, conveying her words very clearly through her piercing gaze: ‘ask again, and I will kick you out of this car.’

Brienne was much kinder than Phasma and decided to answer Miranda’s query, “No. I would say that we have another forty minutes in this car before we arrive.” After she had finished speaking, a calm filled the car and it remained for the duration of the drive.

Lucifer was waiting patiently at the destination when they arrived. Their expression contained a nearly undetectable smile as they were mildly surprised all of the women arrived in one piece. With Phasma in the car, they had expected at least an appendage to be missing. Lucifer’s voice twinged with the mischievous knowledge that they had been the sole cause of this silly little trip, “How was your journey?”

Phasma slammed the door shut, looking over at Lucifer with a scowl as she grumbled under her breath about how frustrating they all were. How rude they were for ignoring her very clear rules. Brienne emerged from the passenger side, closing it before answering the lightbringer’s inquiry, “For me? Fine. For the captain? Best not to ask.”

“I slept during most of it, but it was okay. A little boring for my taste, personally.” Miranda shrugged before stretching, trying to get rid of the rigidness and stiffness currently hounding her limbs.

“We are lucky someone isn’t dead,” Larissa huffed, gripping her purse to her as she took her place at the lightbringer’s side, not particularly interested in helping with the bags while Phasma was near the trunk. After their little spat at the beginning of the trip, Larissa was avoiding her at all costs.

Lucifer was amused with Phasma’s and Larissa’s answers. This was going to be very entertaining to the Lightbringer.

Brienne rounded the car, stopping in front of the trunk and opening it. She and Phasma, the strongest ones in the group, had been chosen to carry the heavier pieces of luggage that had been brought on the trip. This was quite obvious, and the two women had no issues with accepting the job, but they started to question just how much of this was needed for a week’s vacation.

As Phasma lugged the baggage toward the shared house they had rented, she realized she would have to sit through all those hours once again when it would be time to return home. It made her groan, knowing that she had barely stayed sane on the ride here. She did not know how she would survive. Less keep this week accident free. Her trigger finger was already twitching, and she just had to be grateful that they had separate rooms.

The trip back was going to suck, that she was sure of. 

[pirunika]

Masterpost ᐖ

last updated: 23.1.25

Tags :

#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #reference #photography #self reblog #video etc.

Art Blog @mandoart

A03 (being revised)

Love and Deepspace > 81002928235 (Asia)

LIs of choice bc why not :

Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)

Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)

Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)

Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Danse (Fallout 4)

Torian, Aric (Swtor)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav (Lovestruck)

Liod, Andvari, Chris (Romance Club)

Asra, Julian (The Arcana)

Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)

Sylus, Zayne (Love and Deepspace)

Hanzo (Nightshade)

Raze honestly all 3... (Demonheart)

Ernol, Haron (Ebon Light)

Leander (Touchstarved WIP)

Flannan (The Good People WIP)

Mason (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Ricardo Ortega (Fallen Hero)

Hadrian (The Golden Rose)

Ulysses (Whiskey-Four)

Toshie, Junko (Samurai of Hyuga)

Zhu (Relics of the Lost Age)

Preston (Tin Star)

Marcel for now (Thicker Than WIP)

Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)

Laurent (Perfumare: Avulsion WIP)

O, G, Seven (Infamous WIP)

Games I play/ed not mentioned above

Dragon Raja Mobile

Sims free2play, mobile, 3, 4

Black Desert Mobile

Fate Grand Order

Cookie Run Kingdom

Vampire's Fall: Origins

Eldarya

Lovelink

MeChat

Blush Blush

Choices

Ikemen Sengoku

Samurai LBP

A Date with Death

Andromeda Six

Tailor Tales

Hollywood Red Embrace

When the Night Comes

Guild Wars 2

Slay the Princess

Fear & Hunger

Cultist Simulator

Soul Stone War

Tally Ho

I, the Forgotten One

Blood Moon

Fields of Asphodel

Choice of the Deathless

Werewolves series

Playlists :

Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)

Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)

Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)

Shepherds of Haven WIP IF

Infamous WIP IF Band

Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)

Some random OCs/MCs :

Manolya 'Mili' Rosebud Sackville (Lord of the Rings Online) #oc: mili

Gulsary (DnD Online) #oc: gulsary

Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther

Balta Granar (Elder Scrolls Online) oc: #balta

Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins) #oc: ayka

Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora

Talas Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aysha

Sue (lol i made a self insert for Fallout New Vegas) #the courier

Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna

Elnara 'Ellie' Seitosmanovna Krymsky (Saints Row series) #oc: ellie

'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect trilogy) #oc: lia

Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina

'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino

Emija Prizrak (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija

Berra H'akan (Star Wars the Old Republic, Cathar Mando -by birth- Bounty Hunter) #oc: berra

Kartili Kelborn (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Smuggler mando ) #oc: kartili

Yvadin Stagard (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Bounty Hunter) #oc: yvadin

Lirash Paaran (Star Wars the Old Republic, Togruta Bounty Hunter) #oc: lirash

Koalcha (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Imperial Agent token male oc) #oc: koalcha

Eos Eremenko surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, interactive fiction - guess all of them with exceptions- & Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the titan goddess with the same name) #oc: eos

Ela (The Arcana, Fictif, interactive fiction where Eos isn't the mc lol - Blood Moon for one) #oc: ela

Eve Mac Diarmada (Obey Me / Nightbringer, my WIP interpretation of Eve herself!) #oc: eve

Erin Eastwood (just the MC of Love & Legends from the now dead Lovestruck) oc: erin

Nyala Noveria (the alien MC of Starship Promises @ Lovestruck) oc: nyala

Ayshenur 'Nur' Kashgari (Mystic Messenger only for now) oc: nur

Maya (the MC of Ikemen Sengoku, some VNs) oc: maya

Others :

Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also, father of Berra ) #clan h'akan

Star Wars Clan Strillir (also my Mandalorian clan on Werda, led by Sidar Strillir) #clan strillir

ASOIAF House Dawnbreak (a semi-noble household) here

Cultist Simulator (Follower) OC here

My Writing :

Homecoming, gen but Lucifer being Lucifer (OBEY ME)

My Moodboards, Edits, Others :

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC TEMPLATE

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD 2

TROUBLE X MC MOODBOARD LOL KINDA

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 1

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 2

AFK MC CHANGES

ALAIN RICHTER MOODBOARD

SWTOR BH MOODBOARD

SWTOR BH MOODBOARD 2

ABOUT BERRA

[lucifers-little-light]

well husk I hope the stomach pains stop. And if not maybe you and angel can ask Lucifer to call Ozzie for any options on how to deal with the Braxton hicks.

Husk sat in his armchair near the hotel lobby's fireplace, nursing a mug of tea. The warmth of the flames barely soothed the persistent ache in his abdomen. It came in sharp waves, gripping his midsection like a vice.

Charlie: Husk, you’re looking so much better! How are you feeling today?

Husk: *shrugging, trying to sound indifferent* Same old, same old.

Angel: *sauntering over, hands full of tinsel* You’re a trooper, buddy. Those Braxton-Hicks are just your body’s way of practicing for the big day.

Husk: *grimacing, muttering* Yeah, sure. Practicing.

Angel: You’re fine. I spoke to Ozzie on the phone; he said these kinds of pains are normal at this stage. You just need to rest and not overthink it.

Husk: *glaring* Oh, so now you’re the expert, huh?

Angel: Just trying to help.

Husk: *grumbling under his breath* Help my ass...

The others carried on preparing for Christmas, chatting and laughing, but Husk couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

CW: Premature Birth

December 24th – Evening

By Christmas Eve, the pain had intensified. Husk had retreated to his room, curled up on his bed with his hands pressed against his abdomen. He refused to call for help, convinced that no one would take him seriously.

Husk: *groaning softly, to himself* It’s just Braxton-Hicks. Everyone’s said it’s normal. So why the hell does it feel like I’m being ripped in two?

He bit his lip, trying to suppress a cry of pain as another wave hit. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing grew ragged. The festive sounds of the hotel—laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses—faded into the background.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.

Husk: *groaning* Go away…

The door creaked open anyway, and Alastor stepped inside. His presence was quiet yet commanding, his usually animated grin absent. His red eyes swept over Husk’s trembling form, taking in the sweat on his brow and the way he clutched his stomach.

Husk: *growling weakly* What the hell do you want, Alastor? You here to tell me I’m overreacting too?

Alastor said nothing at first. Instead, he walked over to Husk, crouching down beside the bed. His silence lingered, but his gaze was piercing, concerned.

Husk: *wincing through another wave of pain* Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m just paranoid. Everybody’s said it already.

Alastor raised a hand, gesturing for Husk to stop. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad and pen. Husk blinked at him in confusion, even as the pain made him double over again.

Husk: What the—what are you doing?

Alastor: *quickly scribbled something and held it up* “Describe the pain.”

Husk: *staring, then gritting his teeth* Why do you care?

Alastor tilted his head, his expression unreadable but unyielding. He tapped the notepad again, waiting patiently.

Husk: *groaning, the fight draining out of him* It’s sharp… constant. Feels like someone’s twisting a knife in me. And it’s getting worse.

Alastor: *nodding, jotting more notes before showing him the next question* “How long has it been like this?”

Husk: *hesitating, then mumbling* Couple days. But it wasn’t this bad before.

Alastor frowned, his brow furrowing deeply. He stood abruptly, motioning for Husk to stay put.

Husk: *panicking slightly* Wait, what are you doing?

Alastor pointed to the door and then back at Husk, his meaning clear: Stay. I’ll get help.

Husk: *winces and cries weakly* Don’t leave. Please…stay. I need someone right now.

Alastor paused at the door, Husk’s faint plea breaking his stride. He turned slowly, his expression softening. Quietly shutting the door, he pulled a chair closer to Husk’s bedside. For a moment, he sat still, his red eyes scanning the feline demon’s trembling form, every labored breath punctuating the heavy silence in the room.

Husk: *voice hoarse, clutching his stomach* I’m scared, Al. Something’s not right.

Alastor nodded, his hand resting briefly on Husk’s shoulder before moving to grab his notepad again. He wrote a quick note, holding it up for Husk to see:
“I’ll stay. Let me help.”

Husk: *manages a weak chuckle, though his face twists in pain* Never thought I’d see the day where you’d play nursemaid.

Alastor didn’t respond, instead motioning for Husk to lean back as he carefully assessed his condition. Husk flinched, another sharp contraction stealing his breath, and Alastor frowned deeply. Whatever was happening, it was progressing rapidly.

Husk cried out as another wave of pain hit, this one more intense than the last. His claws dug into the sheets as he doubled over, sweat pouring down his face.

Alastor placed a hand on Husk’s shoulder to steady him, his usually composed demeanor starting to crack as worry seeped into his features.

Alastor hesitated before writing:
“The baby’s coming. Now.”

Husk’s eyes widened in terror, his breath hitching.

Husk: *gripping Alastor’s sleeve* No. She’s not ready! It’s too early!

Alastor knelt beside him, his hands firm but calm as he gestured for Husk to breathe. His own hands trembled slightly, but his movements were steady as he positioned Husk as comfortably as possible.

Alastor worked with quiet efficiency, using what little medical knowledge he had to guide Husk through the birth.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there was a final push.

With one last agonizing effort, Husk felt the pressure release. There was silence for a moment before Alastor lifted the baby carefully, his eyes widening in awe.

The tiny infant was still encased in the thin, glistening membrane of the amniotic sac. The sight was otherworldly, ethereal, as the sac shimmered in the dim light. Alastor turned the baby slightly to show Husk, his expression a rare mix of amazement and fear.

Husk: *panting, his voice trembling* What the hell…?

Husk stared at the fragile life before him, his chest heaving with exhaustion and emotion.

Husk: *voice breaking* She’s… too small. Too early. What if…

Alastor shook his head firmly, carefully setting the baby down on a towel. He quickly but gently broke the sac, revealing the tiny, wriggling figure within. A thin, weak cry escaped the infant’s lips, and Husk’s eyes filled with tears.

Husk: *softly, in awe* She’s crying… She’s alive.

Alastor nodded, wrapping the baby securely in another blanket before placing her in Husk’s trembling arms. Husk gazed down at her, his fear mingling with a fierce protectiveness he hadn’t known he was capable of.

Husk: *whispering* She’s so tiny…

Alastor sighs in relief and relaxes for a moment, though he quickly realizes that he needed to tell everyone what just happened. After all Husk and the baby will need medical care. He gets up and goes to get anyone who could help…

[familyparadox]

Frontios happens in the post war pre Time Hunter era explored in Kaldor City and the Humans on Frontios are surviving Federation troops from after Servalan blew Earth in the lead up “Logic of the Empire” this thus this explains how Federation Troopers can be found after the destruction of earth which prior to the interference with the Timeline of the Fendahl in the Time Hunter novels by various powers led up to the Kaldor City and Logic of the Empire post Series D Blake’s 7 timeline. This temporal interference leads to the Lucifer Trilogy become the new Blake’s 7 post series D narrative. The Pre war Post Series D was the novel Afterlife of course. The reason the Doctor can reach the Post War (but also Pre War and wartime depending on your angle) is because the Frontier of time is beyond the Reach of the Time Lords allowing a blurring of the various facets of reality.

[catgroovical]

favorite character designs featuring three of my own characters. many thanks to the taxpayers for funding the work hours I spent making this

center: my oldest OC but I'm working on a name that doesn't suck

clockwise grid: Shockwave, Agos Roxas (WoL), Meta Knight, Makima, Venom Snake, Mohg, Elster, Magos Dominus Faustinius, Zero, Baiken, Ashagax (Tav), Neo Metal Sonic

Left Column: Divine Beast Dancing Lion, Soundwave, Char's Zaku II Commander, Fused Zamasu, Marina, Archaon the Everchosen, Mirko (specifically when she has her prosthetics), Cithis, FROG Trooper, Violet Evergarden

Top Row: Princess Luna, ND-5, Revan, Lio Fotia (armored), Ikit Claw, Nagash (skeleton version), Immortan Joe, The Winged Lion

Right Column: Exdeath, Izutsumi, Davy Jones, Scorch, Ultramarine Chaplain, NCR Ranger, Envy, Midra, Lokhir Fellheart (art by hou_jae04), Shoretrooper

Bottom Row: Yoru, Asuka Shikinami, Aemond Targaryen, Malum Caedo (and any other Space Marine who uses Corvus Armor), Lucifer, Zagreus, GLaDOS, Dr. Nefarious

[w31rd0-art1st]

Cosplay pictures I took of myself(more like my dad took of me lol) because you guys seemed to like my other cosplay post :3

Btw I do have more pictures.

Also the commando in the last picture very kindly gave me one of his blasters for the picture, he was very kind.

In the second picture my friend scared me because my hearing/vision sucks in the helmet, so I used my tall privileges and took their duck away.(They are in heels, I am flat foot.)

Btw In the third picture you can't really tell but I was so done with my dad. We were going back to the car to get out of cosplay and take a break. You can tell I'm exhausted by the fact the bicep pieces are not at all where they should be (they were printed too big for my arm so we had to stuff it with foam to get them to stick, but sometimes they would still slide down. Also, if I wore them for too long I would start to lose feeling in my arms)

The fourth/fifth pictures were a once in a lifetime chance. I actually found a Crosshair cosplayer! And they're in crocks! Cross in crocks!! (They were so kind)

[Also, if the cosplay looks a bit weird, it's because it was me and my dad's (who helped so much) first time trying to do anything like this. And the 3d printable model for the armour we found was made for a 6'0 adult man. I am in fact not a 6'0 adult man, I am a 5'7, female teenager. So we had to do a lot of adjustments so it turned out a bit wonky, but lessons learned! We're gonna be making another clone trooper cosplay for the next comic con, so hopefully that one turns out better]

[xshybutdeadlyx]

Spoilers

What I wanna see next season is if the hotel gang CAN get Alastor to see them as friends. Personally, I think when he was talking with Nifty, there's is a spark of fondness as he watched them, but also I 100 percent believe he would/is using them for his personal gain. To get out of whatever deal he's in I'm sure he would resort to any underhanded tricks or use anyone to get out of it which makes him a very interesting character to me especially if he holds any ounce of fondness for anyone regardless of who. Because you can still seek power and even have that power and be fond of certain people. I'm just curious to see what the gang is gonna do. Like Charlie, would she be the one to show Alastor " Hey you didn't have to be so underhanded about this, even if you don't see me as a friend you're still a friend to me and I would have done it for you and all you had to do was ask." Like, could that sway Alastor? Would that be enough to? It seems like Rosie and him are tight, but they also mutually benefit from each other . There is exploitation on both their ends, but there is still that fondness. Enough for them to be drinking tea and gossiping about the old hag Susan. I think all and all I'm really curious about is the WHAT IF and I'm spirling from it. I think it would be a GRULING and PAINSTAKING road to get the Radio demon of all people to, in any sort of sense, care about you. But dammit I think it means something when he let Charlie sing into his microphone because that's his damn power he shouldn't let ANYONE near that shit! But here he is, letting the princess of hell sing a magical Disney number to a bunch of cannibals. Sure, you can say it was for her to use her charm and to get all the cnnibals on their side and for them to you know, hear her. But like she had a perfectly good microphone to use, she didn't need to use HIS, and he didn't need to give it to her. Hell, he could have just held it out for her to sing into or speak whatever, but he physically gave it to her. In my eyes, that means something.

But I also believe that his fight with Adam set him back. He was getting too comfortable he was growing soft. And becoming soft gets, you killed, and Alastor can't die before he accomplishes what he wants to accomplish. And what does he want to accomplish when he actually gets out of this deal? Does he want to be the overlord of overlords? Does he want to overthrow lucifer? It would explain the animosity when he met him. Whatever the power grab is for I do believe that any ounce of fondness he did hold for them is now pushed back into the recesses of his mind and he's now back to pilot Alastor that's there for one reason only. But I don't think that means that that fondness can't be pulled back out, especially if the gang ends up helping him get out of his deal of their own free will. But depending on how he would need to get out of the deal, I guess the question would be, would they? As long as it ain't killing someone, I feel like Charlie's bleeding heart would do anything to help Alastor.

Of course, all this is hypothetical, and it's from the context of how I read the scenes as well as him as a character. Personally all this word vomit is because the thought of the gang having to physically fight Alastor literally makes me anxious as hell because I fucking love everyone and I just want to be mad delusional and everyone still be demons have flaws but be besties at the end of the day! Is that too much to ask!? If you stayed and actually read all my word vomit I thank you, you're a trooper and I respect the hell out of you because this was essentially just a rant post to get my anxiety out of me as well as to just kinda dive into the mind of Alastor from my point of view.

Hopfully season 2 wont take another 4 years and hopfully it's gentle with my poor little fragile heart because the fucking season finale of season 1 fucked me straight up brother, in good and back ways :D.

[casp1an-sea]

Star Wars But Batter Part 4

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

because I’m releasing till we meet Han and I’m still bored

———————

(Another time skip bc I don’t care about imperial bs. I don’t even remember what they were talking about. All I know is Vader choked someone for calling the force weak. Now back to Luc and obi-wan who had to stop in front of a Jawa sand crawler that was in the path. They look at the remains of the dead Jawas)

Luc: Well then, guess the sand people had an argument.

Obi-wan: no not sand people-

Luc: :O Are you saying that I'm wrong?

Obi-wan: These blast points are much too accurate. Must be Storm troopers.

Luc: (muebles) Then I guess you haven’t met a stormtrooper! (See’s tracs of giant alien lizards that the stormtrooper AKA Sand troopers ride) Oh this was done by Sand Troopers!

Obi-wan: Exactly

Luc: No you said stormtroopers so I’m still right. Wait, these are the same Jawas we bought 3PO and R2 from… MY AUNT AND UNCLE! (Hops in their spider driving home as fast as possible and leaving the others behind. When Luc arrives their home is smoking and 2 shriveled burnt skeletons lay at the door.)

Luc: Damn okay then empire, you really know how to make friends don’t you.

(Another time skip because I don’t care about Vader’s torture kink. Back to the human BBQ)

Ben: (Somehow arriving just after Luke even though he had to walk Woah maybe he used that once in a lifetime force super speed???) There was nothing you could have done luc.

Luc: Well I guess I don’t have any stuff to do now. I’ll join your cult or whatever, nothing keeping me here now.

(They ride in the speeder for a bit till they get to a huge city Luc’s never been too)

Obi-wan: Welcome to Mos Eisley spaceport, a wretched hive of scum and villainy!

Luc: If it’s that bad why would you take me here.

Obi-wan: Because there’s bound to be a pilot who can take us to Alderaan here.

Luc: I’m sure there are less sketchy pilots in other cities though?

Obi-wan: I’m kind of broke

Luc: -_-

(They drive through mos eisley and are stopped by stormtroopers)

Trooper: How long have you had these droids

Luc: Long time, what's it to you!

Obi-wan: They’re on sale if you want them.

3PO: oh dear

Trooper: (To luc) Let me see your identification

Obi-wan: (Moves his hand around) You don’t need to see their identifications

Trooper: We don’t need to see their identification.

Other trooper: What the Hell Larry?!

Obi-wan: Move along

Trooper: Move along

Other trooper: You are so fired

(They drive away and head into town and enter the largest cantina)

Bartender: (Sees 3PO and R2) We don’t serve their kind here!

Luc: Uh that’s kinda droidist.

Bartender: Get them out!

Luc: N-

3PO: Don’t bother Sir Lucifer, me and R2 will stand outside.

Luc: Okay if that’s what you want.

(3PO and R2 go outside and Obi-wan and Luc go up to the bar)

Walrus man: (Walks up and pokes Luc’s shoulder) Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?

Luc: Hey don’t touch me that’s harassment!

Dr. Evasan: (Comes up behind Walrus man) He doesn’t like you!

Luc: That’s his problem

Dr. Evasan: I don’t like you either

Luc: And that’s your problem, (Turns away)

Dr. Evasan: (Grabs Luc’s shoulder pulling back) You better watch yourself! We’re wanted men. I ha-

Luc: Have you seen this place?  I’m pretty sure everyone here is wanted.

Dr. Evasan: Are you mocking me?

Luc: No, (Mocking him) Are you mocking me? That’s mocking you.

(Pondo Baba suddenly grabs Luc and throws them over a table. He draws a blaster leveling it with Luc’s head)

Droidist Bartender: NO BLASTERS!

(Obi-wan ignites his lightsaber and, like the savage he is, cuts off Pondo’s blaster arm for virtually no reason. (“From my point of view the jedi are evil”))

(The wookie that had been talking to Obi-wan walks away to a table in the back)

Obi-wan (To look bc apparently everyone is just ignoring what happened)(Points at the wookie) That was Chewbacca, He’s first mate on a ship that might suit our needs.

Luc: Are we Just gonna ignore what just happened?

Obi-wan: We should follow him. (Walks after Chewie)

Luc: Well then I guess we are. (Mumbles to themself) Good Job Luc not only you’ve been inducted into a cult, it’s a violent cult… Hm, maybe I can take it over.

(Meanwhile 3PO is outside complaining to R2 bc I mean does he ever do anything else?)

(They walk up to a table in the back corner of  the room. A guy is sitting there with his elbows very rudely on the table. Like seriously manners, this is a quality  joint!)

(Did I mention that the whole time live music has been playing. Live Jiz played by the galacticly famous band, Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes. Anyway back to the Guy)

Han: Han Solo, I’m captain of the Millennium Falcon-

Luc: What the Hell is a Falcon.

Han: No Idea, but she’s my ship now. Anyway, Chewie tells me you’re looking for passage to Alderan.

Obi-wan: Yes, If it’s a fast ship.

Han: Fast ship? Fast Ship?! Have you ever heard of the Millennium Falcon?

Luc: (Muebles) Obviously Not

Han: She made the Kessel Run in less than 12 Parsecs!

Luc: Parsecs is distance so how does that tell us your ship is fast?

Han: They don’t measure the Kessel Run in time kid.

Luc: Mhm, still doesn’t change my point.

Han: (Grumbles) She’s outrun imperial starships, and not the little ones mind you. I’m talking about big Corellian ships!

Luc: See that’s a better sales pitch

(Chewbacca laughs and Han glares at him)

(Side note: This dynamic is gonna be way more hostile now bc not Only Leia will be constantly bashing Han for everything Luc will as well. Fun!)

Han: Don’t tell me how to do my job kid!

Luc: (Mumbles just loud enough for him) I could do it better… loser.

Han: I’m very close to shooting you in the mouth! (Turns to Obi-wan) What’s the damn cargo already lets just get this over with.

Obi-wan: Me, the child, 2 droids, and no questions asked.

Han: Oh this just gets better doesn’t it, you guys are criminals or something?

Luc: Aren’t you a criminal?

Han: Shut up or the deal is off!

(Luc smiles smugly to themself)

Obi-wan: Let’s just say we’d like to avoid any imperial entanglements

Luc: Isn’t it more sus to be riding with someone who’s a criminal and most likely also wanted by the em-

Han: (Ignores Luc) So that’s the trick isn’t it? Well it’s gonna cost you extra… 10,000 credits.

Luc: Hmmm, I could buy a small ship with that… are you worth a small ship? I’m thinking no.

(Han is about to say something but Obi-wan cuts him off)

Obi-wan: We’ll give you 2,000 now and 15 once we reach Alderan.

Han: (Smiles) 17,000? You guys really must be desperate. Deal! Meat me in docking bay 94. Also you guys should probably get going I think someone’s interested in the old man’s handy work. (Gestures towards some stormtroopers coming into the bar)

Luc: Or we could Just kill them all.

Obi-wan: That’s not the Jedi way.

Luc: I’m no Jedi!

(Obi-wan slinks out the back door and Luc reluctantly follows)

(Outside of the cantina)

Obi-wan: We’ll have to sell your speeder.

Luc: What if I don’t want to

Obi-wan: Do you want to get to alderaan?

Luc: No not really

Obi-wan: What will you do here? And if you leave will you ever need your spreader?

Luc: Yeah that's fair, fine , we can sell it.

(Back in the Bar at Han’s table. A green alien ignoring the no blaster rule walks up with the blaster aimed at Han as Han begins to get up)

Greedo: Going somewhere Solo? (All of greedo’s quotes are translated from his native language Rodian)

Han: (Sits back down) Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba that I’ve got his money.

Greedo: It’s too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba’s put a price on your head, so large that every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be after you. I’m lucky I found you first.

Han: You flatter me, but this time I got the money.

Greedo: If you give it to me I might forget I found you.

Han: I’m not stupid, besides I don’t have it on me right now. Tell Jabba-

Greedo: Jabba’s through with you. He has no time for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an imperial cruiser.

Han: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?

(Han slowly reaches for his gun under the cover of the table)

Greedo: You can tell Jabba that. He may only take your ship.

Han: Over my dead body!

Greedo: That’s the idea. I’ve been looking forward to killing you for a long time!

Han: Yeah, I’ll bet you have! (Han shoots before Greedo can pull his trigger, because Han always shoots first, and kills greedo.)

(Han stands up and walk towards the door going to meet Chewie at docking bay 94 he flips a coin onto the counter in front of the bartender)

Han: Sorry for the mess

(Time skipping over boring imperial conversations and selling spreaders and R2 finding out how doors work)

(Obi-wan and luc enter docking bey 91 where Han and Obi-wan are waiting)

Luc: (Looks at the falcon) What a piece of Junk. (That’s og luke’s quote but I thought it worked.)

(“The tall figure of han solo comes down the boarding ramp” why does the og script have to word it like this)

Han: She’ll make point five beyond lightspeed. She may not look much but she’s got it where it counts, Kid. I’ve added some special modifications myself.

Luc: (Grimaces) I can tell you’re not an artist then.

Han: (Rolls his eyes) Do me a favor and don’t talk to me till we get to Alderan.

Luc: Hm, no!

Han: Ugh let’s just get a move on… (Stormtroopers run into the hanger) LIKE NOW! (Begins shooting at the troopers as he waits for the others to get onto the falcon)

(As soon as everyone is in Chewie lifts off as Han shoots at the troopers from the boarding ramp and runs inside at last second as the ramp lifts. He runs towards the cockpit)

Han: Let’s punch it chewie!

(As soon as they get out of the atmosphere the ship hops into lightspeed)

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[vyrulent]

Chloe could feel her body weakening. She felt as if all of her energy had been sucked right out of her. If it weren't for Lucifer, she knew that she would have stayed curled up near the bank and would have died there. She may have saved him from a horrific drowning, but he had saved her from freezing to death as her very human body slowly started to move towards hypothermia.

She laid down in the seat. Head laid on Lucifer's lap as she felt the heat rushing over the both of them. Body shivered in waves. Again, she curled into herself, attempting to hold in what warmth she had left.

The pain that Lucifer must have been going through, with how he was pushing through it to get them to the warmth and safety of their home away from home, was a foggy blimp at the edges of her mind. Chloe could only truly focus on warmth, of how cold she felt.

In this state, it had felt like an agonizing amount of hours before they arrived at the cabin when the reality of it had been only a few minutes. Luck had been on their side. There'd been no ice sheets or troopers with a want to write speeding tickets.

Being the Devil afforded one quite the luxury of knowledge, knowledge his other, disconnected angelic siblings may not have known. Freezing was a popular torture in Hell, especially for those who lived in a majority winter climate. As such, Lucifer knew very well what could happen to a human body when exposed to freezing temperatures for too long. And, given that with her near, his invulnerability what scrapped, it meant they were both still in real danger.

Luckily, the one thing Chloe's presence didn't affect was his Celestial strength. So although his body was screaming in pain, blurring into rapidly numbing, hauling her across the ice was still very much in the scope of what he was able to accomplish. Once he felt the ice turned to frozen earth, he paused to pull her into his arms. They both needed to get warm, now, and they were racing against the clock.

"H-Hardly," Lucifer ground out, feeling almost like his very vocal chords were paralyzed by the cold.

Carrying her across the steep snow, he made a beeline for the car, their one hope. It took him several tries to even attempt to open the door, but when he did, he deposited her into the passenger seat before struggling to his side of the car. He didn't even bother with his key, knowing his numb and shakings hands would waste too much time, and instead just gave a small touch of his powers to turn it on instead. Forcing his hands to grip the steering wheel, and sending a silent apology to his precious car for the rough ride ahead, he spun off towards the direction of the cabin.